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Reblogging in spirit of the twins birthday

Skin Deep - A Birthday Treat

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word count: 5.4k

A/N: This is mostly kind of unedited, so be kind and don’t judge me too harshly. I wanted to get this out yesterday, but life just sort of got in the way. Hope y’all enjoy!

Appreciate all the love, support and feedback!

Shout out to Nessa @asparrowofthedawn for helping me work through this “blurb” idea ❤️

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI! (Oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, ice play, spit kink, degradation kink)

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Skin Deep Playlist

You adjust the fit of your new lingerie, a set you had picked out specifically for this day, shimmying it beneath your matching sundress as you stand in front of the bathroom mirror. The guys had thankfully kept themselves occupied by playing one of their video games in the living room, giving you plenty of time to fix your hair to your liking, a half-up twisted knot. You had even gone as far as to pack your curling iron from your apartment to style the ends so they sit nicely against your bare shoulders. Leaning in so you’re a few inches from the mirror, you give a final swipe of the carefully selected lipstick across your bottom lip.

You look good. Really good.

It’s not that you never wore makeup or dressed up like this, but being around them gives you a sense of comfort like this was your second home. A place where you can be yourself and feel confident knowing that they’ll appreciate your natural beauty. Josh makes a point of it, telling you over and over that he finds you the most irresistible when you’re wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties and one of his favorite t-shirts.

But today was special, and you’re more than determined to prove that to them. There’s no doubt you’re turned on by how quickly you’ve soaked through the panties you just put on minutes ago. You can’t help it, the thought of having both of them within your reach is nearly too much to bear.

You iron out the wrinkles of your dress with a pass of your palms while giving yourself one last internal pep talk. The little plan you’ve schemed is coming together, and now all you have to do is execute it.

The t.v can be heard echoing throughout the hallway as you make your way into the living room with each confident stride. Josh’s boisterous laugh cuts through the sounds of the game, making you smile before you even get into their line of vision.

Just like you predicted, Josh is the one to notice your presence first, breaking his focus away from the screen in a fleeting glance, only to follow it with a double take. As they lock on to you, his gaze lingers, making his eyes instantly light up as he takes you in, absorbing every single detail into memory. His smile, one that you think can’t get any bigger — the one that you adore so much — shows across his face until he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He tosses the controller onto the coffee table with a loud thud and stretches back into the seat cushion.

Jake has only been paying attention to the game since you’ve been standing here and throws his hands up in frustration as he snaps at his twin, “Dude, what the fuck—“ But his thought is cut off once he sees you like his brain suddenly blanked out. “—Oh.”

He pauses the game and tosses his controller to the side to eliminate any distraction, an action you’re convinced is unnecessary based on how he’s staring at you right now. His eyes are wide in shock, giving you that cliche deer-in-the-headlights look — an expression you rarely ever see from him.

Normally you would fight the shy, bashful feeling that’s bubbling in your stomach from that reaction, but instead, you use it to your advantage. You let the rising blush show on your face while you play with the curled ends of your hair, dropping your eyes away from them to look down at the pattern of the hardwood floor.

You allow the tension of the moment to linger for a few seconds, giving them the time to study all the details you had put so much effort into. Pulling your eyes back up to Josh, you see him leaning back against the cushion, smiling at you like he always does. The glint in his eyes is telling you he’s onto whatever this is and is welcoming it with unbridled enthusiasm.

He decides to break the silence, with the tone of his voice saying more than the actual words, “Hey baby, we don’t have to be ready to go for a couple more hours.”

You feel Jake’s eyes following your every move as you close the short distance between you until you’re standing inches away from their legs. While making sure to give them both your attention, you say softly, “I know…but I wanted to give you both a present first.”

You follow through with your next move by sliding onto Josh’s lap with your hands braced on his shoulders, which makes your sundress ride up your legs as you sink onto him. You can feel the excitement radiating through him as you adjust, rolling your hips ever-so-slightly so you feel the rough fabric of his jeans grazing the back of your thighs.

You can feel everything through the delicate, sheer fabric of your panties, the friction of rubbing across the denim alone driving you right to the edge. His thigh muscles flex beneath you as he rolls his hips up, driving his already-hard erection into your core.

It’s no surprise to you that he’s amped up already. You had been teasing him with the idea all day since the two of you woke up this morning, even if it made you feel slightly guilty for making him wait as long as you have.

“But it’s my birthday, baby,” he whines against your ear with that certain rasp of sleep, a sound he knows is sure to make your thighs clench in need.

“I know…” You want to give in, to worship his cock for hours with no end in sight, to hear him plead from overstimulation, but you have other plans in mind. You gather whatever is left of your self-control through a shaky sigh, “…but you have to wait until later.”

His parted lips brush against the nape of your neck, tickling the tiny hairs with every languid sweep of his mouth. You have to give it to him for trying because you can’t help but grind your ass against him because of it. “You are a cruel, cruel woman. I think making me wait for birthday sex is the worst thing you’ve ever done.”

You giggle, imagining the pout on his face while separating him from your back with a nudge of your elbow. “For some reason, I think you’ll survive.” He retaliates with a nip at your skin with a squeeze of your breast through your tank top. “And stop trying to make me horny, Joshua Michael.”

“Oh, did you just full name me?” He scoffs as he props himself on an elbow to look over you. You bury your face into the pillow to muffle your laughter just as he leans in to place a kiss below your ear through a smile.“I’ll wait, but I will make no promises on that.”

His soft hands slide along the top of your thighs, slipping below your cotton dress to find the divots of your waist, pulling you even closer. While his thumbs trace along the thin band of your thong, he tips his chin up, breathing in the floral scent of the perfume that you’ve sprayed to the pulse points of your neck. “Giving me my present late, baby?”

You glance over to his left to see Jake acting restless as if he’s been contemplating whether to stay or go, most like a response from thinking this is a private moment between you and his brother. You hum in thought, redirecting your focus while taking Josh’s chin between your fingers and thumb. “I think you might have to share this one, Joshy.”

While you predict that there might be a spark of jealousy from your implication, you’re only met with Josh exchanging a certain look with his twin. One that’s mischievous and knowing given the grin that’s curling on the corners of his lips, causing Jake’s unsure expression to transform in seconds. Usually, silent communication is something you choose to usually ignore, accepting that it’s the product of this dynamic you share. This time, however, is one of those times you wish you could hear all of their inner thoughts.

You guide his attention back to you by bringing him in for a kiss, releasing your hold on his face, and letting your fingers roam over the path of buzzed hair to wrap around the nape of his neck. He’s impatient and greedy, licking across your lips to taste you without a care in the world that they are coated in a velvety-pink hue. He tastes like the tequila and soda he’s been sipping on throughout the afternoon, giving you a teaser of how your evening will pan out. His thumbs hook around the band of your panties while his fingers massage into the supple flesh of your hips.

Before you run the risk of venturing too far and losing yourself, you break away from him and lean into Jake. He’s startled at first by the brazenness of the action, but melts into the kiss nonetheless, deepening it with every reconnection of your lips. He’s more reserved than Josh today, staying cautious and calculated with the gentle passes of his tongue along yours. He holds your face with his hand as you’re hit with the strong tartness of lime as he had recently sucked on the wedge now floating in his glass only moments prior. You take a needed breath, and because you’ve caught him before he’s gotten ready for the evening and had the chance to put on his favorite cologne, the only things you smell are the detergent off his t-shirt and his natural scent.

The kiss is continued along his jawline, and he quickly offers you the expanse of his throat with the upward tilt of his head. You spoil his warm, soft skin with lasting kisses, following the delicious path to his ear, and whisper in your sultriest voice, “You can unbutton your pants now, birthday boy.”

While Jake scrambles to pop open his belt, you slowly sit back on Josh’s lap to admire your work of art before you — both your boys covered in a collection of your lipstick marks. Josh is grinning at you, basking in the afternoon sun with smears of pink across both of his lips. Jake is in a similar state, peering down at you through heavy lids as he palms himself over his boxer briefs.

“So this present…” Josh massages his fingers into your waist as he grinds himself against you. “Can I unwrap it?”

You bite at your bottom lip as you give him the go-ahead with an enthusiastic nod. He needs no other signal and grabs fistfuls of the dress that’s bunched up around the top of your legs, and before he can pull it off you, Jake interrupts with an extended hand, “Careful!” While Josh freezes his movements, he pauses to look at you before adding, “That’s a new dress, isn’t it, dove?”

You blush at the thought of Jake paying enough attention to you to know what’s new in your wardrobe. “It is. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” There’s something about the drawl of his gravelly voice that holds a deeper intrigue.

“Sorry, baby.” Josh watches his fingertips trace over the tiny roses on the pattern of your dress, traveling up the curves of your body until they stop at your neckline. They dance along the supple skin on the tops of your breasts until he decides to tug on the hanging strings that you’ve tied into a bow as he whispers, “I love it too. It’s beautiful on you.”

With Jake’s instruction, Josh makes a point to be more careful with removing the dress from you. He peels it up your body with your help of lifting your arms as he pulls it over your head. You arch your back to give them the best view of the lingerie set you’ve picked out, hoping they notice that your dress matches perfectly with its sheer white fabric that’s adorned with tiny embroidered pink roses.

You had chosen it for its soft and feminine details, so sensual in its delicate floral elements that carry a certain grace of spring — something that seems so fitting for this day. From what you can tell, it’s clearly stirring something in Jake for him to see you like this when he’s only ever witnessed you in black or red garments. Josh, however, would probably fuck you if you wearing nothing but one of those cheap Halloween banana costumes. To him, all lingerie you wear is a treat, even if it will most likely end up on the floor minutes later.

They both stare for several seconds, looking you up and down and in unison, mutter under their breath, “Fuck…”

Jake dares to reach his hand out, presenting the image of the skull inked across the top to the touch to the band of your panties resting on your hip before trailing his fingers toward the embroidered roses decorating the front. Josh is busy focusing solely on your chest, fixating on the same pink flowers on the cups and straps of your bra.

Josh lowers his mouth to your covered breast to graze his lips across your hardening nipple through the lace. The heat of his breath clings to your skin, adding to the sensation of his wet tongue licking across the fabric. You feel the metal of his piercing, which causes a whine to leave your mouth without warning. While he commits to showering your chest with attention, his open hands begin to roam up the length of your back.

Once Josh’s nimble fingers find the metal clasps, Jake interrupts for a second time, but with a noticeable desperation in his voice, “No, wait! Leave them on her.”

He abandons the hooks to play with the straps instead, mumbling into the hollow point of your throat, “Looks like these are a favorite, baby.”

Your preparation has paid off and you can’t hold back the smile forming as you kiss him again. He’s not as rushed this time by letting you take the lead, and while you stay for only a moment, you eventually leave his lips to make your way down his throat as you slide down his body. You take your time placing each perfectly pink imprint of your lips onto his golden-tanned skin until you’re stopped by the collar of his crewneck.

He throws his hands back behind his head as his throaty laugh fills the room. “I fucking love birthdays.”

You sink to the floor between his legs, thankful for the living room rug that’s padding your bare knees. Adjusting to the new position, you run your hands over his legs to massage the tops of his thighs, inching closer with each roll of your fingers over his tight-fitting jeans. He responds by shifting forward on the cushion, extending his back in such a way that gives you easier access to the button of his pants.

You can see he’s struggling to stay patient with how hard he is — his cock throbbing wildly within his right pant leg without reprieve. You add to the torment by ghosting over the very obvious erection and dipping your fingers underneath the hem of his shirt, pushing up the soft material up his torso to expose the sensitive skin of his belly. You linger around the metal button of his pants, playing up the act you’re putting on before popping it open with a flick of your wrist.

Jake disrupts the moment by speaking up, revealing some annoyance in his tone as he asks, “Why does he always get to go first?”

Before you have a chance to respond, Josh huffs out a harsh laugh, “Because I’m older, dipshit.”

His go-to remark makes you think back to the memory of that first night you had spent together in the tattoo shop, causing a smile and blush to appear. As much as you enjoy every intimate moment with each of them, the times like these always stirred something special in you.

“By five fucking minutes!”

Josh only taunts back, “And you’ll never live it down.”

To avoid ruining the moment, Jake concedes with an aggravated grumble, “Asshole.”

While they’re preoccupied with their immature bickering, you start pulling the zipper of Josh’s jeans at a painstakingly slow pace, taking his attention away from Jake and back to your hands. You peel the fabric away to the sides, revealing his white boxer briefs as you squeeze his covered cock through the denim.

Despite the fact you’re concentrating solely on Josh, Jake is the one to scold you, “Stop teasing.”

“I will when you stop playing with your boxers and decide to finally pull your cock out,” you quip back, giving him more attitude than you ever have before. You cast your eyes away as you can’t look at him directly in fear of what his next words will be. If it wasn’t for Josh acting as your buffer to save you from punishment, you probably wouldn’t have risked it.

The following seconds are thick with tension from Jake staring down at you and Josh’s stunned expression frozen on his face as he fights back the laugh that wants to escape him.

Jake eventually releases a heavy sigh, muttering under his breath, “Smart ass.”

A giggle escapes you and Josh quickly joins in, earning himself a painful smack to his arm from the back of Jake’s hand. “Ouch!”

Jake finally takes your cue and pulls himself out of the snug-fitting black cotton. You watch him while slipping your hand beneath Josh’s, causing a loud, visceral groan to push past his lips the second you touch him. He’s warm in your hand, the suede-soft feel of skin brushing against your palm as you wrap your fingers around his length. Feeling the heavy pulse of his heartbeat, you retrieve his cock from the restrictions of his pants and boxers, bringing him out into the open air.

You look up to see Josh peeking through his lust-draped lids, his mouth hanging open in anticipation with panting breaths puffing past his lips. He prepares himself for what’s about to happen by reaching for his drink that’s been sitting on the end table, and taking a large sip of the liquid courage. You extend your free hand, silently asking for a sip as well.

The tequila soda is watered down considerably at this point, but you’re not worried about the alcohol or taste. What you’re after is the cube of ice that you’ve now dropped into your mouth, stashing it safely against your tongue before handing the glass back to him. Without wasting another second, you place a chilled kiss on the head of his cock, causing a violent shiver to roll through his spine.

The muscles in his body go rigid as he sucks in a sharp breath when you slide him across your cold tongue. After a few seconds of keeping the ice pressed against the side of his cock, he begins to relax as it starts melting in the heat of your mouth. An unexpected grunt leaves him through this, and he follows the sound with a string of curses as the dual mixture of temperatures overloads his brain.

Josh wets his lips, mumbling out into the open, “Oh my god, that feels so good.”

The shocking surge of cold, soothed with the intoxicating heat of your mouth is sending him closer to the edge than both of you expect. You swirl your warming tongue around his cock while keeping the base of him wrapped with a loose fist. You know everything that Josh enjoys, the feather-light flicks of your tongue beneath the head of his cock, the twisting strokes of your fingers, the gentle sucking with your lips sealed around him — a sensation that keeps his brain buzzing.

Your reward is the pitchy whimpers echoing in the base of his throat as his adam’s apple bobs with each harsh swallow, the clawing of his own fingers across his chest and legs, the way he throws his head back and clamps his eyes shut.

With one hand still wrapped around him, you feel across Jake’s right thigh with the other, taking his cock from his loose grasp and finding that he’s just as hard to the touch. You stare at him through your lashes as you start to stroke him at a lazy pace, watching his expression shift with every one of your movements. While holding your gaze, he tips his head slightly forward and parts his mouth, and allows a long, dripping trail of spit to fall from his bottom lip, down to the head of his cock.

It hits your hand as well, causing your now-wet fingers to glide over his length with ease. The lewd image takes your breath away, causing you to stall on Josh as he stays right below your lips, just as Jake intended. Satisfied, a cocky smirk hooks the corner of his mouth as he leans back against the cushion.

You twist your hand up and down the length of Jake’s cock, admiring every detail that makes him unique. He’s hot to the touch, throbbing against your fingers each time you slow

Josh doesn’t seem to notice the display and writhes against your arms in need of release. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

The praise sparks your need aching between your thighs, and you push his cock into your mouth, sinking onto him in a single motion, nudging the tip of his cock as far as it can go. You relax the muscles in steady, deep breaths, opening your throat to push him that much farther. It’s another thing that takes him by surprise, causing his fingers to fly to your hair as he breathes, “Holy shit.”

You hear Jake’s raspy chuckle above you, “I taught her that little trick.”

The new technique combined with the dancing rolls of your tongue to the underside of him sends him over in seconds. His body simply acts out of his control now, causing his hips to buck, the grasp around your hair to tighten, and for him to whine with brimming urgency, “I-I’m gonna cum, baby. Baby—“

He pants your name like a mantra, erupting into the back of your throat through a shaky thrust, emptying on your tongue as you swallow his release down. You lick him up, not wanting to leave a single drop of him until the overstimulation starts to set in. You eventually come to a stopping point, and withdraw him from your mouth to place an open kiss on the cherry tattoo before biting at the soft flesh of his stomach just to feel him squirm.

While his chest heaves with every ragged breath as he collects himself, you slide away from his lap and slow yourself between Jake’s legs. He sweeps the fallen lock of hair from your cheek and tucks it behind your ear, giving you that recognizable devilish grin he always seems to have with you.

You continue stroking Jake as he tugs at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, showing your bottom row of teeth while cooing in a silken voice, “That’s a pretty shade on you, dove. What’s this one called?”

Before you answer him, you wrap your painted lips around his thumb, sucking it into your mouth to leave the faint pink ring around the base, pulling away enough to whisper in a heavy breath, “Love Trap.”

He moans at the feeling of your tongue licking across his skin, humming in approval, “Well, that’s fitting.”

You kiss the shaft of his cock as your fingers work around him, taking the opportunity to tease him before he ultimately takes control. Josh begins to move in his seat and reaches down to guide you up off the floor, repositioning you so that your knee sinks into the cushion with your other foot planted on the floor. You sense him dropping down to his knees behind you, feeling his hands explore the curves of your hips and ass.

You whine from the proposition and look over your shoulder. “Josh…the present was supposed to be about you.”

He giggles, watching your eyes as he buries his face between your legs so you feel the hot air clinging to your body with each drawn-out exhale. He kisses the fabric covering your core, making you instantly clench around him, before answering in a pleased sigh, “Oh baby, this is the present.”

You guide Jake past your lips just as Josh’s fingers feel the bands of your thong that rest on either side of your hip, pulling at them slightly to release with a teasing snap against your skin. He curls his fingers around them and slowly tugs them down, carefully maneuvering your legs to remove them from your body.

“Happy Birthday,” he calls out to Jake, slingshotting the lingerie over you for him to catch. You watch from below as he feels the delicate material between his thumbs as if entranced in his world by the garment alone. He then does something you don’t expect by holding them up to his face — burying his nose in the white fabric woven between his fingers — to breathe in your scent. As it fills his head and lungs, his fingers pull at your hair while his eyes flutter closed with a low groan rumbling deep in his chest.

Josh sucks at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs hard enough to bruise the flesh between his teeth, leaving little pink marks of his own while his fingers slip between your folds. You jolt at the feeling of him rubbing with firm pressure against your clit, and moan around Jake as he glides across your flattened tongue.

With one hand bracing your hip, the tip of Josh’s tongue glides through you in a single pass, the taste of you causing him to groan in satisfaction as he hears your muffled whimpers. He always loves to take his time and edge you, but you’re too impatient for that today and back into him, begging him for more.

There’s no denying that focusing on Jake is difficult, but you’re adamant to take the challenge. You use every trick you know, every learned detail that drives him insane. Whereas Josh prefers the drawn-out tease, Jake wants the full show. He wants to see the trails of drool leaking past your swollen lips and the black tears streaming down your face. You give it to him, playing off the sounds he makes in return, gauging how hard his fingers pull at your hair.

Meanwhile, Josh devours you like you’re his last meal on Earth, knowing that he doesn’t have much time with how close Jake seems to be, and abandons his usual method of teasing you for as long as you can stand it. The determined rolls and laps of his tongue across your swollen clit make gag around Jake through a groan, causing a growl to rip through his teeth, “Yeah, dove. Fucking choke on it.”

His hand snakes to the back of your head to push you farther down his cock, the pressure threatening to make your throat spasm around him again. You know Josh heard it from how he suddenly pauses every movement of his tongue, stalling inches from you before pulling away from you. “Jake…”

Jake doesn’t seem to register Josh’s concern, as this is a normal thing between the two of you. He’s falling into his role, emphasizing his point with a tug of your hair as you continue working your mouth around him, “Spit on her. She likes feeling it run down her pussy and thighs.”

You can sense Josh’s apprehension by the way his fingers press into your hips and the whispered curse slipping past his lips. He takes a second to think about it until he eventually obliges by spitting directly onto you, causing you a shudder to roll through you and your toes to curl as his saliva drips down your pussy and thighs — just as Jake had described.

Josh runs his fingers through the added wetness, mesmerized by your reaction, causing Jake’s ego to run at a high as he croons, “See? I fucking told you, didn’t I?”

You’ve been so turned on throughout the day, that it doesn’t take much for him to take you to the edge of your tipping point. You chase only it by forcing Jake as deep as he can go, impressing him with the skills he’s so clearly proud of you for. He’s fighting it through every drag of his nails across the dark wash denim of his jeans as he curls his fingers over his lap. His chest is tight with every strained breath his lungs push out as he tries to hold out for as long as he can, but there’s no secret he’s closer than you are.

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the point where you’re no longer concentrating on Jake, but rather on the work of Josh’s tongue licking and tasting you, gagging around his cock again. You pull him from your mouth to catch your breath and compensate with your hand, revealing how desperate you’re becoming when you cry out, “Josh… please don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”

Your words must have affected him because seconds after your pathetic plea hits Jake’s ears, he unravels before you without the same warning Josh had managed to give you. The first shot hits your face as a cursed apology leaves his lips, making you flinch before you have the chance to wrap your mouth around him again. You can’t be bothered to care, taking your reward, swallowing him down just as you had done so with Josh.

Josh’s fingers dig into your hips with his determination to make you cum, filling the room with the obscene sounds of his mouth on you. With the final circle drawn over your clit with his pointed tongue, your orgasm comes crashing down, sending you into the unforgiving waves of your pleasure. He rides it out through listless passes from your entrance to your overstimulated clit until your legs begin to shake around him.

He finishes with a kiss and presses his sweat-covered forehead against your ass as he calms his breathing before sitting fully on the floor to rest the back of his head on the armrest. After taking the time to come down, you stretch out your limbs and stand on your feet, seeing Jake completely spent. You note the beads of sweat that also cover his forehead and brow, how his eyes are staying closed as he licks across his lips, the way his t-shirt is wrinkled beyond belief as his softening cock is between his stomach and the band of his boxers.

As per usual, Josh is the one to finally break the silence, “I think it’s safe to say that beats getting socks.” Jake even chuckles at the dumb joke, joining in the collective laughter between all three of you.

Suddenly aware of your disheveled state, you look down at Josh sitting cross-legged at your feet, and ask, “Is my makeup messed up?”

His gaze climbs your mostly naked form before it reaches your face to study the damage. He puts up a weak attempt to hide the smile while brushing his fingers across your outer thigh, admitting with that special glimmer in his eye, “Uh…I think we might have to freshen you up, baby.”

You giggle, wiping your finger beneath your eye to gather the wet mascara that had started to run.“That bad?”

He slowly stands to his feet, pulling you into a close embrace with hands locked around your lower back, and mumbles into your cheek, “Nothing a shower can’t fix.”

Realizing that Jake has no intentions of moving anytime soon, you follow Josh’s lead as he takes you by the hand toward the bathroom. Once you’re in the hallway, he pulls you in closer now that he’s out of earshot from his twin with concern laden in his voice, “Is that how he speaks to you? Do you like that?” You try to think of a well-thought-out response, but expression tells him everything he needs to know, making him shake his head. “I think I learn something new about you every day.”

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streamingcolors-gvf · 3 months

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Girl??

This was insanely hot and I’m thinking you’re better at this whole smut thing than me 😳

The tension you jam packed in this is wow.

This bit made my heart melt :

For a moment, he’s perfectly still. The glow of the desk lamp creates a soft silhouette of his features; his dangerously sharp jawline, prominent pink cheekbones, and a pin straight nose- save for the tiniest bump right in the middle. His nose has always been your favorite, for reasons unknown even to yourself. He shrugs slowly before running both hands through his soft, fallen curls.

Jail. Straight to jail.

Also… this line??

“As his tongue crashes into yours, painting obscenities in warm strokes”

Hello??

Josh kiszka x f!reader one shot

WARNINGS: SMUT YALL. ITS SMUT. 18+, MINORS DNI. Graphic sexual content, fingering, penetration (wrap it before you tap it, kids) tiny bit of choking if you squint, orgasm denial (also squint), angst, fluff. Anything else I forgot? Let me know. It’s been an extremely long time since I’ve written!

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: Josh loses out on a huge creative opportunity, y/n helps cheer him up the best way she knows how 👀

A/n: hi friends! It has been a VERY long time since I’ve written a fic. Recommendations and feedback are always greatly appreciated. But please be kind. I didn’t give this one a deep comb through before posting, because I don’t want to stress about it and over think it. So pardon any errors. I hope you all love it!!!

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Your eyes roam aimlessly around the heavily occupied library as people swarm in and out. Between hobby bookworms and mid-term panicked students, you’d think someone would have interacted with you by now. I mean after all, you are sitting in a playpen full of puppies. Who the fuck hosts an adoption event INSIDE a public library?

Other than annoyed glances with each whine and bark of an antsy puppy, no one had even acknowledged your existence. You glance down at your watch, 4:15. The event was supposed to last until at least 5:30. There were eight mutts total, 10 weeks old, and not one had found a home since you arrived at 2. Something of an animal enthusiast yourself, you were half tempted to take one home out of pity. Nevermind your landlord's “No Pets” policy.

“What are they going to do with these puppies if they aren’t adopted today?” you whisper over your shoulder to Chloe, the self proclaimed “manager” of this function. Her aunt owns the shelter these puppies have been calling home, and allows Chloe to front their public relations projects.

“I dunno,” she shrugs, “not really my problem either.” The pop of her bubblegum is even more obnoxious than a pen of puppies. She doesn’t bother to look up from her phone and it’s obvious that she’s not actually concerned with the welfare of these animals. To be fair, you had only volunteered today to keep your own schedule full in order to avoid a dinner party at your brother's house. Regardless, you’d always been soft for animals and the brindle coat runt of the litter was slowly stealing your heart with tiny games of tug-of-war.

The sudden ping of your phone feels somehow more embarrassing than the chatter of 8 puppies in a library. You quickly flip it to silent and begin to slide it back into your pocket before you notice the notification on the screen: “Josh Kiszka: attachment: 1 image”

Tapping the image reveals a screenshot of an email from The Indigo Film Academy. Josh had pulled together a stunning short film for the academy's annual film festival. He had even cast and scripted you a small part in the film, which you had only accepted because he’s your best friend. You had no personal interest in the film industry, but Josh was on fire for it. Being his passion since he was a kid, he’d shown you dozens of projects that he had worked on growing up. So many of which he was extremely proud of, but this particular creation was what he referred to as his “life’s work”; his prized production thus far.

“Mr. Kiszka,

On behalf of The Indigo Film Academy, we regret to inform you that your film submission, although a stunning piece of work, did not meet standards that we at IFA hold for short film competition or honorable mention in our annual film festival.

We strongly encourage you to continue your endeavors in the film industry and would be delighted to see more from your direction in the future. Remember that film is an ever-evolving art, and what is true to the heart is always beautiful to the eye.

Best wishes,

The Indigo Film Academy”

Your heart catches in your throat and you’re surprised to feel tears welling in your own eyes. Josh had poured his absolute heart and soul into this project from the moment he began creating it four months ago. You’d spent countless hours with him, by his side mostly just for moral support, aside from the tiny intro part he’d casted you for. Nights bled into days and slowly but surely he had perfected his masterpiece. He was practically bursting at the seams, and rightfully so, with excitement to finally have a piece that he deemed “worthy” of entering into the film festival.

Aside from the screenshot, the message was empty. Speechless Josh was a rare occurrence and in this circumstance was undoubtedly gut wrenching. The thought of Josh sitting alone in his apartment after such a heartbreaking setback sends a wave of warm, prickly panic coursing through your body. You stand up so quickly that it startles the puppies and even manages to break Chloe’s zombie focus on her phone.

“I have to go.” you blurt out, stepping out of the playpen and grabbing your purse from underneath the folding table that was responsible for displaying various collars, leashes, toys, and adoption packets.

“What do you mean?” Chloe scoffs, a disgusted look pulling across her face.

“Family emergency.”

“Who’s going to help me clean all this up?!”

“What was it you said about the dogs? Oh yeah”, you huff, “not my problem”.

With that, you’re shoving your way through bookshelves and people, headed straight for the door.

“Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system: Hey, it’s Josh, you know what to do.”

The time it took for the call to reach voicemail lets you know that he at least didn’t decline your call, instead it’s more likely that he’s ditched his phone altogether given the circumstances.

“Shit.” you mutter, hanging up and quickening your pace. The bitter cold Michigan air stings your nose and cheeks as you rush down the empty sidewalk. Josh’s place is only 2 blocks down from the library and you’d much rather brave the cold than attempt to find parking near his apartment on a friday night. You stop by your car long enough to toss in your bag and retrieve your “penguin parka”, as Josh so lovingly calls it, from the backseat. He wouldn’t be so quick to judge the way you seemed to waddle around in the oversized michelin-esque coat if he knew how warm it was.

Josh’s apartment has a street facing balcony which, even in the cold, is usually lit in a tangle of white lights. It only seems appropriate that his decor, although minimal, would be as bright and warm as he is. But tonight, the railings are lifeless and dark; there doesn’t even appear to be a light on behind the sliding glass doors. You ascend 3 flights of stairs and find yourself standing in front of a locked door. Hoping it would have been open, for fear that he might not open it for anyone tonight. The truth is, he had given you a key to his apartment months ago, “in case you ever need somewhere to run”, he said. You stare at the key on your keyring, and contemplate knocking or just outright barging in. Of course he wouldn’t have given it to you if he didn’t want you to have it, but the gesture seemed more like an emergency offer than a casual invitation.

Your overthinking gets the best of you and you opt for a jingle beat knock against the navy blue door. Nothing. 3 more knocks, with a bit more fire this time. Nothing. A heavy sigh leaves your chest as you slide the key in the lock and turn it. The inside of the apartment is just as dark as the outside. No lights on, no candles lit, no TV, no music, nothing. At this point you begin to wonder if he’s even home. You lay your coat across the kitchen island and slip your shoes off before tiptoeing into the living room. As you approach the back of the couch, you hear the faint sound of an office chair rolling across the hardwood floors. You turn to the sound, finding a soft orange glow from under the bottom of Josh’s bedroom door.

Another door, another set of unanswered knocks. What the hell is he doing? Against your better judgement, you crack the door slightly and peek in. Josh’s back is to you, airpods resting in his ears. No wonder he didn’t hear me. He’s slowly shuffling through papers scattered all across his mahogany desk, shaking his head softly. His laptop is open in front of him, the screen paused on a scene you recognize from his film. It’s clear at this moment that he’s searching for answers, trying to understand where he went wrong, and it breaks your heart.

“Josh?”

He nearly falls out of his chair, jumping to the side as soon as your hand makes contact with his shoulder.

“Fucking hell, y/n, you scared the shit out of me!” He brings one hand to his heart, the other pulling the airpod from his right ear.

“I’m sorry,” you giggle, “I tried to call before I came. Knocked several times”.

“Oh, I have no idea where my phone is. Somewhere in this mess of papers I’m sure”, he gestures at the mess in front of him, lifting piles of printed scripts to look underneath.

“Guess the key is legit after all”, you say, dangling it in front of him.

He looks perplexed, raising an eyebrow, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Ohhh, I don’t know. I thought you were just being nice.”

��You’re one of my very best friends. Why would I give you a fake key?” He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he turns back to his desk, “You silly goose.”

“Well, I hate to just waltz right into your home, but I was worried about you”, your voice trails off a bit, sympathy saturating your words, “I’m so sorry about your film, Josh…”

“I’ve reviewed this entire project, down to mere seconds. I-I can’t find anything that I could have done differently…I just don’t understand”

“That’s because it’s perfect, Josh”, you offer sincerely, “but not everyone is going to understand the depth of your creative mind.”

He says nothing in return. Instead, he looks up at you intently, his satin brown eyes burning into yours, and you’re not able to read his expression. Heat rises to your cheeks and you attempt to divert his gaze by reaching in front of him to close his laptop.

“Why don’t we order some take out? Have a game night?” You suggest, crossing your arms and leaning back against his closet door. His previously intense demeanor has softened, but his eyes haven’t left you. He looks you up and down, innocently unaware of how his attention is affecting you, before turning off the desk lamp and rising from his chair.

“Yeah, that actually sounds like a great idea. What did you have in mind?” He asks.

“Oh, um… I didn’t think that far ahead…” you pull a face which elicits a small chuckle from the beautiful boy in front of you. If anyone had ever wondered what heaven would sound like, you’d be sure to let them know they could find it in his laugh.

“I’ve got some menus in the kitchen. Let’s go have a look, shall we? Ladies first.” he bows slightly and motions you through the door in classic theatre kid fashion.

Takeout thai is…well, takeout thai. Subpar food, made better by good company. Josh had given an earnest shot at trying to shake his disappointment. Between corny jokes and heated games of Uno and Sorry!, you’d have sworn he was cheering up. That was, until, your bathroom break ended, resuming your night to Josh standing, staring out the balcony doors. You’d have missed him completely if it weren’t for the dim, mixed glow of a handful of real and LED candles that you’d taken upon yourself to light.

You move in behind him, wrapping your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder, choosing not to speak in this moment. Afterall, silence is golden, right? You knew how deeply he was hurt and rightfully so. You’d do anything to make him feel better, if only you knew how.

A few moments pass, his clean, woodsy scent filling your nose and your heart before you break the silence.

“Come lay with me for a bit.” You say, wrapping your hand around his and pulling him to the couch. You’ve never known Josh Kiszka to be quiet, but he was truly at a loss for words tonight. No rambling, no banter, no overthinking, no venting, nothing. In most cases the stark silence would make you uncomfortable, but the absence of noise was warm and inviting as he laid with his head on your chest. You hold him close, alternating between tracing lines on his arm and running your own fingers through his hair. He hums in approval, perhaps appreciation, before he shifts upward and rests his nose at the base of your neck. The small change of position causes your stomach to flip. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about Josh as anything more than a friend. Hell, you’ve known him longer than you’ve known yourself, it seems. He’s always been in your corner, a steady ship in all of your roughest storms. Josh has been one of the only constant variables in your life since you met him in middle school and, to be honest, he was the only person you’ve ever prayed would stay. To know him really is to love him.

Fleeting thoughts come to a screeching halt when you feel his soft lips press against your skin. You stop breathing, feeling your entire body catch fire under his kiss. A trail of gentle pecks becomes more confident as he lightly sucks at the skin just above your shoulder. Meanwhile, his left hand has found its way to the small of your back, pulling your body closer to his. Your head falls back into the arm of the couch and you bring your hand to rest on his bicep just as his lips reach the edge of your jaw. Just as your fingertips meet his skin, he sits straight up, sliding himself away from you.

“Jesus, y/n, I’m so sorry. I have no idea what I was thinking” The sadness his face has worn all evening is immediately replaced with a look of shame. It takes you a moment to snap into the reality of the moment, still buzzing from the feeling.

“No, no, Josh, it’s okay”, you reach back out to him, already craving the contact you just lost, “You don’t have to apologize.”

You take his hand between yours and his eyes find fixation there. Another wave of silence has fallen over the two of you, but it’s much heavier this time. Your desire to feel his lips against yours is as intense as your desire to erase this shitty day from his mind, even if only for a little while.

“If this is what you need right now…I can be that for you.” You say, leaning in.

“I mean, that’s what friends do, right?” Kiss it better?”

His eyes flick back up to yours, clouded with confusion. An unexpected rush of confidence floods your mind as your lips race to close the distance between the two of you. He stiffens at first and you’re afraid he’ll pull away again. Instead, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief against your lips and allows himself to meet your rhythm. Eager hands make fists in the fabric of your tshirt, pulling you up to straddle his lap. You can’t muffle the groan that escapes you as you feel him already hard through his jeans. The rigid pressure of his cock against the thin fabric of your leggings causes a familiar heat to pool between your legs. His hips buck up into you as you grind yourself against the strained fabric, the need for friction sending you both into a frenzy. He draws his soft tongue against your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen this kiss. You oblige, of course, as his tongue crashes into yours, painting obscenities in warm strokes.

“Y/n” he moans, working his hands into the waistband of your pants. His grip on your ass tightens as you bite softly into his bottom lip before pulling away just far enough to remove your shirt. His eyes darken as he looks you over, making you feel a bit self conscious.

“Fuck, look at you” he says, gliding his hands up your ribs, pulling a trail of chills behind them. He makes quick work of removing your bra, tossing it carelessly to the floor. A string of kisses down your sternum leads him to pull the skin of your breast between his lips, no regard for any marks that may be left behind.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n”.

“Josh…”

“Hmm?” His response is muffled by his refusal to part ways with your nipple. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and causing you to press your hips harder against him. “What does my pretty girl need?”

You pop the button of his dark denim jeans and make a poor attempt to pull his zipper down. His head falls forward, his soft lips moaning against your shoulder as you begin to palm his throbbing erection through his boxers.

The position of your bodies on the couch has made cramped space, but Josh’s right hand is quick to slide further underneath your ass, his fingers finally teasing your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, Josh” you whimper, trying to maintain your pace against his cock.

“You’re so fucking wet babygirl. All this, for me?” He smiles against your lips. Cocky bastard. Any trace of doubt has left him, and he’s now completely aware of what he’s doing to you. He sinks his middle and ring finger into your aching core, pumping agonizingly slow as your pussy tightens around his fingers. You lose what grip you had on him and instead snake an arm around his neck, your other hand grasping his soft curls. Your head tips back as you rock against his hand and his tongue traces the expanse of your neck. The tension in your body is winding tighter and tighter, desperate to find release. God knows, Josh could give it to you.

“Please..” your plea sounds as pathetic out loud as it did in your head, but your buzzing mind can’t form a coherent thought.

“Please” what, y/n? Let me hear you say it”. The pad of his thumb circles heavily over your swollen clit as he curls his fingers deep inside of you, tapping against your g-spot. The sensation nearly sends you over the edge, causing you to gasp as your body stiffens against his chest. Specks of light flash behind your closed eyes as he picks up the pace and you’re disastrously close to the summit.

“Y/n, baby, no..” he pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper in protest.

“Josh!” You scold him before your eyes have even opened. When they do, you find him nose to nose with you, grinning.

“I said,” he starts, slipping his still wet fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue, “I want to hear you say it.”

His eyes darken and his pouty mouth falls slack as he watches you suck yourself off of his fingers.

“I want you..to fuck me” you say, licking every bit of yourself from him.

“That’s my good girl.” He quips, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and placing a quick kiss in their spot.

Suddenly the pile of clothes on the floor has grown bigger and Josh steadies himself above you. Despite the very recent heat, his gaze softens.

“Promise you’ll tell me if you change your mind?” He asks, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, his eyes nervously searching yours. Sweet Josh, just as he’s always been.

“I promise” you reply, pulling him down for a kiss.

He wastes no time sinking into you. Pure ecstasy overtaking as he stretches you out, inch by inch. Each thrust is deeper than the last, and feeling him against your cervix pushes you close to overstimulation. His hand caresses the swell of your breast and his mouth follows close behind, showering you with wet kisses as he worships your body. In true Josh fashion, he can’t stop muttering sweet obscenities as he works his way to his own release.

“You feel so fucking good on my cock” he mumbles, his hips picking up their pace. You’re certain he’ll have claw marks on his back from the way you’ve been scratching, grabbing, desperately pulling him deeper and deeper into you. Through clouded thoughts you remember your initial offer- to kiss it better- and realize that Josh has somehow ended up putting in most of the work. Knowing that you’re both nearing your climax, you make an attempt to keep your word. You press your palms into his shoulders, pushing your full body against him and causing him to roll onto his back.

“This was supposed to be about you, not me.” you whisper, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin along his collarbone. His giggle in response is cut off by his own moans as you find your own rhythm, between bouncing and grinding deeper on his cock. He reaches up for you, running a hand up the length of your stomach and across your sternum. You savor the moment- the way he looks whimpering, sweating, writhing beneath you. The skin of your thighs grows sore with how hard he’s kneading them, his hands doing the gripping this time around.

“Look at you,” you smirk, placing your hand loosely around his throat, “Falling apart for me.” His heavy eyes meet yours as he reaches for your hand, not able to speak over his pleasure.

“You’re such a good boy, Josh. You know that?”

The last of your words falter, as he pulls you flush with him, taking over again. He places his hands under your ass this time, lifting you slightly, and begins to thrust into you from underneath. The angle of his cock and the pace of his movements takes your breath away and you’re reduced to pitiful moans and incoherent mumbling. All of the build to this moment has become unbearable and you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, hot white fuzz from head to toe.

“Jesus, y/n, fuck, fuck, fuck” He stammers, his warm cum filling you up as his thrusts grow sloppy and his legs give out.

You lie in silence for a moment, your head still on Josh’s chest. The rise and fall of his chest slows, as does his heartbeat, and it wouldn’t take long to lull you to sleep if it weren’t for Josh’s sudden laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” You peek up at him, absolutely horrified that he could be laughing at a time like this. He twists to the side, allowing him to see the embarrassment your face is now holding, and places a reassuring kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m gonna have to start purposefully submitting flops to the film academy if this is what it gets me.”

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