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You walked through the front door, the familiar scent of home wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. The day had been long, and the thought of being with Danny—the man with the long, brown curly hair and warm brown eyes—was all that had kept you going. He was sitting on the couch, casually relaxed, a warm smile spreading across his face as he looked up at you.
“Hey there, you,” he greeted, his voice honeyed and inviting. You felt your heart lift at the sight of him. He always had that effect on you, making the weight of the day melt away with just a smile.
“Hi, Danny,” you replied, your voice softer than usual. You could feel the tension in your body slowly dissipating, but something else stirred within you—a growing need that you hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.
“How was your day?” he asked, leaning back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with that familiar intensity. You could see the way his interest piqued, those brown eyes sparking with curiosity and warmth.
“It was okay,” you said, trying to shake off the remnants of the day. But as he continued to speak about his own day, detailing the little things that made him smile, you felt that need deepen. Each word he uttered seemed to resonate inside of you, stirring something more primal.
You moved closer, the space between you feeling both comforting and charged. It was like a magnet pulling you in. You were drawn to him, to that easy confidence he exuded, the warmth radiating from his body. Without fully thinking it through, you decided to sit on his lap, straddling him as you felt the weight of his presence envelop you.
He looked surprised for just a moment, his eyebrows lifting in delight. “Well, look at you, all cozy,” he said, his voice playful and rich with affection. You shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of his thigh beneath you, the heat between your bodies igniting a spark of need that surged through you.
“Danny…” you breathed, looking into his eyes. You could see the spark of desire flickering there, and it fueled the fire within you. You began to rock your hips against him, seeking that elusive release, your body craving more.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he praised, his hands coming to rest on your waist, fingers tightening slightly as he encouraged your movements. “You know exactly what you want, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you whispered. You felt both vulnerable and empowered, each movement drawing you closer to the edge you craved. His praise washed over you, coaxing you further into bliss.
“Just like that,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You ride that thigh, baby. You feel incredible.” His words wrapped around you, spurring on your rhythm as you found your groove, lost in the dance of pleasure. With every thrust, you could see the way his eyes darkened with desire, the way he leaned toward you as if he could take in every bit of you.
“You make me feel so good,” you confessed, breathless.
He responded with an appreciative chuckle, “And you make me feel even better. There’s nothing like seeing you like this, all worked up, just for me.” His hold on you tightened, and something about his unwavering gaze made you feel utterly seen. It was as if he could feel the urgency radiating from you, matching it with his own need.
“Just keep going,” Danny encouraged, his voice a sultry whisper. “You’re doing amazing. I love watching you let go like this.”
With every word of affirmation, every ounce of encouragement, you felt yourself teeter closer to the edge. Danny had a way of making you feel not just desired but cherished—each moment shared felt like a sacred space between the two of you.
As you moved faster, riding his thigh, you felt the tension coiling within you, ready to snap. “Danny, I’m so close,” you gasped, and his response was immediate.
“Just a little more, baby,” he urged, his voice full of warmth and reverence.
With one final push, everything inside you released, a wave of pleasure rolling through you that left you breathless. You could feel Danny’s steady chuckle vibrating through his chest, the way he leaned in closer, holding you tightly as you came down from the high.
“You did so well,” he praised, his voice tender as you collapsed against him, the warmth of his body enveloping you. “There’s a good girl.” You melted against him, the weight of the day replaced by the gentle warmth of contentment and love in that intimate moment.
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a/n: hey there! after watching the music video, i got an interesting little idea for a blurb, so here it is! i should have some more fics coming out soon, but until then, stay tuned!
He was in a funk, that was obvious enough. He had barely spoke the whole evening, his stare toward the television glazed with thought, and he seemed to be completely unaware of your presence.
“Are you okay..?”
Jake’s eyes met with yours as he murmured a soft, “Hmm?”. He then nodded, his gaze returning to the series the two of you had been watching. “Yeah. I’m alright.” He shrugged. You watched as his right thumb traced his left— a habit he had when he was nervous. Something wasn’t quite right.
You leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking one of his hands in yours. He adverted his gaze away, avoiding any contact with your own.
“What is it, Jakey?” You asked, studying his face as you awaited his reply.
“It’s really nothing.. I promise.” He mumbled, laying back against the couch. By now, he knew that you weren’t going to let it go.
“Hun, you can tell me what it is. I won’t be upset with you.” You assured, your voice soft as you traced gentle circles into the back of his hand.
You watched as his chest rose and fell with a deep sigh. Still keeping his sight fixated on the screen across the room, he cleared his throat. “I’ve just.. I’ve been thinking about certain things since the last time we had sex. I just.. I don’t know.” He let out a course exhale.
Your brows furrowed as you looked to him, squeezing his hand gently. “Jake, look at me..” You moved his chin towards you, prompting his eyes to meet yours. “Whatever it is, we can talk through it, okay? I want you to be satisfied with the things we do.”
His head bowed for a moment before he looked back to you. “Could we try something..?”
The two of you had made many changes to your routine over time, but it wasn’t often that he had asked to give something a go. You were unsure of where exactly this would lead, but you had promised yourself to try anything at least once. So, you flashed him a smile and a nod. “Of course we can, hun.” You leaned forward, his lips grazing yours before meeting them completely. He was gentle— his touch soft as could be as his hands beckoned you towards him, sliding your frame towards his own. Though the kiss had began rather light, it progressed quickly to engage with the passion that grew between you two.
His hands held your hips. No— gripped them. His calloused fingers grazing the skin just beneath your shirt as his body pressed against yours. Your hands slipped into his hair, tangling within it as you each exchanged hushed moans.
Your hunger for his touch only grew the more you obtained it. His hands were a force you couldn’t get enough of, and that became clear when you finally felt them trailing your sides. One skimmed down your thigh while the other found its way to your clothed breast, giving it a vigilant squeeze. With quick breaths escaping past your lips, he could tell you yearned for more.
Hurrying to unclothe yourself, you tossed your shirt off, to which he mirrored your actions with his own. His lips clashed with yours, once more, falling into a hasty rhythm as your hips pressed against his.
His hands unclasped your bra, allowing you to slip it off. Before you could even meet his lips again, he looked to you. “Is this okay..?”
He knew just how to make you feel comfortable. And, somehow, granting him consent grew your arousal even further. He leaned down, his lips meeting with your collarbone as his large hand cupped your breast. Resting your hands on his shoulder, you leaned your head back, providing him permission to take you as his.
That’s what you were. You were his. All his. And, yet, even moreso; he was yours.
His lips soon met with your rosy peaks, his hand squeezing your opposing breast as he sucked soft marks into the other. The heat between you only grew as your skin made contact, louder whines leaving your lips as he did all the work.
Soon enough, his hands were begging for your shorts to come off, his lips still hard at work pressing kisses to your chest. Allowing him to slide your shorts off, he slowly pulled away, laying you back against the couch.
Leaning above you with his hand rested on the back of the couch, he finally spoke. “Stay here.. I’ll be right back.”
As you awaited his presence once more, you began to realize that he had to have been planning something. You watched as he came back with one of the candlesticks from your kitchen table. Perplexed, you sat up, watching as he reached for one of the matchboxes that rested on your coffee table beside the couch. “What are you doing..?” You asked, your hand resting on his thigh.
“Shh.. Lay back, baby..” He soothed, his hand pressing your stomach gently, prompting you to lay back down. Clad in just your panties, you felt far more vulnerable than usual as you watched him strike the match.
“If you feel any pain, I need you to tell me, okay? Anything at all, I want to know.” He brought the flame to the wick of the candle, watching as it set ablaze. He blew the stick out, throwing it onto the table before turning his attention back to you.
He gently pushed your legs apart, allowing one to rest over his hip. He watched as the candle began to melt, holding it just above your thigh.
With a sharp gasp, your hand gripped the couch. The heated wax dropped from the wick, dripping down the center of your thigh towards your core. “Oh my god..” You mumbled, feeling as the wax took its shape around your thigh.
Another drip, the sensation just as sensitive as the last. You watched as Jake bit his lip, watching the liquid harden across your leg. He left drops down your stomach, guiding them up to your breasts. The hot glaze met with your supple bosom, moans beginning to erupt from you. Your legs pressed together, begging for any sort of friction against your core.
Watching Jake’s satisfaction as you squirmed only caused your arousal to increase. “Such a good girl.. Such a good little slut..” He cooed.
With one last drip, he blew the candle out, resting it on the table before bringing his hand to the fabric of your panties. His fingers toyed with the lace, pressing against your heat.
“Fuck.. Jake, Please.. Please, Sir..” You begged, your voice becoming hoarse with each moan. “I need you..”
And just like that, he slipped the lace from your legs, his tongue meeting with your clitoris as his digits traced your slit. He plunged a finger deep into your core, your slick enveloping his hand.
The room filled with the messy sounds of your whimpers and the work he did below. Your back arched as he slipped yet another finger into you, the rhythm of his mouth not faltering in the slightest. You squeezed your eyes shut as you leaned back into the throw pillows, his speed growing with every thrust of his hand.
He groaned against your cunt, completely satisfied with pleasing you. He had a hunger for your taste— When he finally got it, it was pure euphoria; Almost better than an orgasm.
You inched closer and closer to your sweet release, your hands gripping his waves as your hips bucked forward. “Please.. Please, don’t stop, please please…” You begged, prompting his determination more and more.
Finally, you felt your climax crash against you, his touch continuing as you rode the pleasure out. “Oh fuck.. fuckfuckfuckfuck..”
As you overcame your culmination, your legs shook. His movements slowed, as did your breath. He glanced up to you with half-lidded eyes, slipping his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He leaned forward, kissing the mound of your pelvis before leaving another just below your bellybutton.
“You did so well, darling.. So fucking well..” He praised, his hands resting on your thighs.
“Hey baby have you seen my favorite necklace?” josh asked.
You giggled as you laid your makeup in front of you “maybeeeee”
“Did ya think I wouldn’t notice pretty girl?” Josh laughed and took a seat beside you. “What look are we going for today?”
“Hmm simple I suppose” you said looking at your face in the mirror.
Josh told you all about their new album as you did your makeup. He never took his eyes off you the whole time. No matter how extravagant the story was his gaze never left you. He trailed off suddenly “your so pretty. My pretty pretty girl”.
“Stop it” you laughed “I am gonna mess up”
“You’ll still be beautiful” he rolled his eyes.
You grabbed the white eyeliner. Not the liquid kind you’d normally use, but the pencil kind.
“You’ve already done your eyeliner. What’s that for?” He questioned. You loved how he study your makeup habits, and quickly picked up certain things. He helps you pick out your makeup when you two go shopping. “This is the kind you got last time. Do you want the same one? Oh this one is a pretty color”. He even asked for you to let him do your makeup. Or the other way around, and his asks for his makeup done. You never mind to pretty him up.
You grabbed the hard end of a small brush, and pushed it into the white eyeliner. You gently put the end right under your eye. Leaving a little dot. You repeated the process to make three tiny dots under your eyes. Josh’s eyes widened at your actions. “Rhinestones”
“Huh” you questioned.
“It reminds me of my rhinestones I wear on stage” he got quite.
“What are you thinking about sweet boy?” You asked him placing the last dot.
“Could you do mine?” He asked you.
“Of course I can! Come here baby” you told him.
You held his face in your hands before dipping the brush. You did the same to him as you did to yours. Making sure to make them even on both sides. You handed him a smaller mirror to look.
“I love it” he smiled admiring he tiny dots.
“You look pretty baby” you looked at him with love in your eyes.
“Thank you pretty girl. This means a lot to me. Thank you mama” he sat the mirror down and gave you a kiss.
“Of course my love. I can do them anytime. It’s very simple” you giggled softly.
He laughed softly with you giving you another kiss. He looked at you both in the bigger mirror.
“We’re gorgeous” he said. You busted out laughing. “Yes we are baby. Yes we are”
