#Josh kiszka fic
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Hush
Josh Kiszka x reader
18+ only Minors do not interact
Warnings: graphic sexual content, dirty talk, choking, light degradation, praise, slight dom/sub/switch dynamic, language, etc
Josh is vocal.
That is certainly no secret.
Anyone who has watched him strut about a stage, microphone in hand, knows that.
Off stage, he talks incessantly about both the things that matter to him, and the mundane. Things he is passionate about. Things that light fires within him and drive him to create and pack this world as full of his heart as he possibly can. Arbitrary ideas and notions. Strange ponderings.
Pontification, he likes to call it.
He’s also vocally boisterous when agitated. He loathes waiting, and will mutter complaints near your ear in line until you’re willing your eyes not to roll. A phone call to vent about the antics of one brother or another from the studio is a regular occurrence and can be counted on just like death and taxes.
“Samuel was even later than I was,” he might huff, “and now Jake’s guitar needs to be restrung because fuck this whole world if he has to use a backup. I hate them, and I want to come home to you, light of my life, keeper of the stars, goddess of all that is— oh, we’re ready…gotta go.”
Josh murmurs in his sleep, sings in the shower, talks himself through menial tasks, hums in the grocery store, carries on one-sided conversations with the cat who simply chirps along while swirling around his ankles.
At least twice a night he snatches you from drifting off to sleep with a question: Do you think I should call my mom more? If I miss her, she must miss me. Or, Did I ever tell you about that time that Jake ate shit and fell in the lake? I was thinking about it today, and…
Random thoughts and idle musings he can’t help but verbalize, you hear them all. Mostly. The ones you aren’t privy to, fall upon the nearest ear - but he’s so fucking charming even a stranger is happy to play sounding board.
Josh is also expressive when you’re wrapped up in soft, linen sheets…or wherever else he’s decided he can no longer wait to have you.
Whispers of devotion swelling like a gentle breeze across the hum of your pulse when he makes love to you. Filthy, dirty, blush-inducing declarations when he’s fucking into your trembling body like he’ll never touch it again.
And you love it…all of it. But now - with your visiting sister slumbering in the guest room on the other side of the wall - is certainly not the time.
“Baby, please…” his mouth is sucking gently along your collarbone as he grinds into you slowly, friction hard and constant against your greedy, swollen clit, “let me fuck you faster…c’mon, I need it.”
”What you need, is to be quiet,” your voice is a stern whisper, but your hands are tender in his hair.
He could easily set a pace as brutal as he desired if he felt inclined to disobey…but, ever the sweetest switch, he has opted to play nice tonight.
”I’ll be quiet,” he promises. It is a lie he truly believes, and to prove that point, you clench around him and draw forth a pitiful groan from deep within his chest.
A swift pinch at his side serves as punishment ”Shut. Up.”
”Fuck you,” he sounds deliciously desperate, “You did that on purpose. Squeezing me with that beautiful pussy…goddamn.”
”What’s going to happen if I let you make me cum? Hmm?” Your mouth falls into a delicate pout as if you just feel so sorry for him, “You know how tight I get. How I just hug your cock all snug and wet…”
”And warm,” he adds, lost in it, daydreaming in the dark of night and twitching inside the embrace of your cunt, “Soft as satin, sucking me right in…oh my god, baby, please.”
He begins moving with more purpose, dragging the head of his cock against that lovely little spot that will render you incoherent if you allow it to.
”Oh my god, please,” you mock quietly, “Look at you Joshua, what a whiny baby. What are you begging for? Pussy? Is that what you need?”
He nods frantically against your sternum, as though he doesn’t trust himself to look up at you.
You feign confusion wickedly “But you’ve got that. You’re already inside me…”
“Faster,” he breathes, biting and mouthing at your shoulder now, “Need it faster, and harder. It’s too slow, I need more.”
Clicking your tongue like he is a poor, pathetic sight to behold, you shake your head, “Slow down.”
”No, please don’t make me,” he slows, as instructed, but trails off with a whimper.
So, maybe there’s no ‘like’ about it, maybe he really is a poor, pathetic sight to behold. Yes, you decide, that’s exactly what he is…
…so why not push him even further?
With a swift tug on the roots of his curls, you issue an order ”Stay still.”
Despondent and mournful, he groans into the crook of your neck and grabs at your hips so tightly you’ll be admiring raspberry bruises in the mirror come morning. “C’mon, baby girl…lemme take it. I fucking want it.”
If he were looking at you, he’d see the devilish gleam in your eye. Aren’t you an awful witch tonight? “What? Don’t you like it when I keep your pretty cock warm for you?”
He flexes hard inside of you, simply to gain even a hint of friction. “You’re being so fucking mean.”
”Mean?” You coil around the throbbing length of him and he shudders out the tiniest sound, “If I was mean, I’d lock your pretty cock in a cage and fuck your face all night.”
For a moment, he shirks his submissive edge and hisses in your ear, low and slow, “Liar. Not with little sister in the next room…you couldn’t keep quiet with my face between your legs if someone fucking paid you to.”
In response, you shove him back and roll until your thighs are locked around his waist, the crown of his cock nestled against your clit as your hips swivel heated circles.
”Does that feel good, baby?” You’re taunting him cruelly while, in contrast, lovingly reaching up to smooth the furrow from his brow. “Does that just feel so good?”
”Wanna put it back inside,” his eyes squint shut and anyone who didn’t know better might think his expression is that of suffering. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, so…”
”Shh,” you quiet him with a hand wrapped around his throat, relishing the way his adam’s apple slides against your palm when he swallows hard, “shut your mouth for once.”
He’s staring up at you, wide-eyed and needy, like you painted the stars in the sky, gorgeous and glittering, just for him…and how you wish that were true. How you wish you could give him something so profound. Something worthy of his light.
”I won’t make a sound,” his vow sounds out, a cross between the honesty he wishes it to be rooted in, and the lie he knows it to be. “C’mon baby, please…fuck me sweet.”
Does he really want it sweet? Or is he simply aware that that’s all he is capable of quietly handling?
Likely the latter.
Your fingers have found your nipples, twisting and tugging on them as they tighten into pink pebbles that send shivers crawling down into your stomach with every pull. His eyes lock in on you, watching you tease them as his breathing kicks up into a frenzy.
“You’re pushing it,” he warns, grip pulling you down closer as he rocks his hips up to meet you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna fucking take it. Be a good girl now, baby…I’m done with your shit.”
”Yeah?” Your eyebrow raises in silent challenge. Does he have it in him tonight?
“Yeah.” He nods, licking his thumb to swirl much too gently across your clit.
”I think you should just behave and be grateful for what you’re—“
Stunned and dazed, the room blurs around you as you’re flipped and tossed until your cheek is pressed against the cool, crisp sheets. They smell of him, and you breathe Josh in until your lungs ache while his cock teases at your entrance from behind.
His body folds over yours until his lips sweep the shell of your ear, “You’ve done it now, baby girl. Better be quiet, yeah? Not a sound.”
With a swift snap of his hips, the silken glide of his cock fills you full as his palm presses against your lips to muffle the high-pitched moan that gasps out of you.
”Now who’s the whiny baby?” his perfect teeth sink into your earlobe and tug until it blooms with heat. The moan that seeps into his soft skin causes his lips to curl into a smirk you can feel. “This is what you wanted, you think I don’t know that?”
He has begun moving at an excruciatingly slow place, the head of his cock dragging gently inside you just right…but you need more.
”You think I didn’t know that you wanted me to just fucking take it all along?”
You nod urgently, tangling your hair against the pillowcase. Of course he knew, he knows you better than you know yourself. There are no secrets to be hidden away when it comes to Joshua. He hunts each and every one down like glittering treasure with ease…your body his map, the pools of your eyes ciphers he decodes without even trying.
His tongue is dancing its way along your jaw now, springing chills to life upon your flushed skin ”Tell me how good my cock feels and I’ll fuck you full.”
Another woeful sound shakes out of you and a rumbling, gravelly laugh huffs warm against your cheek, “My poor, sweet baby can dish it just fine tonight, but she can’t take it? Is that it?”
With a shhh that makes you feel weighed down heavy with lust, he lifts his palm away from your mouth. “I can take it,” you promise in a hush, “Please…I can take it, I swear.”
He is so still inside you, but the familiar stretch is enough to send a tremble tripping up your spine, spider-cracking like a jolt of electric pleasure. “But can you take it quietly? Can you be a real good girl or should I gag you like a whore?”
”I’ll be a good girl,” you breathe, relishing the sound that slips out of him, a cross between famished desire and worshipful devotion.
“Yeah?” He’s enjoying this little game too much to wave goodbye to it just yet, “You’ll be a good girl if I give you this cock?” He presses in so deeply there’s nothing left for him to give, “You’ll take it quietly and squeeze it nice and tight? Soak it with your little wet cunt when I make you cum?”
He can feel you clenching already, twisting around him like a fist, milking him, pulling him in, starved for more.
”Yes, yes, yes,” you chant softly, begging for him to get on with it, “Just fuck me, Josh…please,”
There’s that sinful mouth of his again, ghosting over your ear, “Just fuck me Josh,” he mocks in a velvet whisper, “Please.”
A sob escapes you and turns the apples of your cheeks pink…he echoes the sound back to you and fans the flames of your delectable shame.
”Quiet now, baby…” he reminds you, tone taunting and laced with self-satisfaction, “You just bite down on the pillow if it gets to be too much, and I’ll bite down on you.”
You tighten around him at the mere thought of it and tug an achingly gorgeous grunt from deep within his chest, “You like that? You want me to bite you to keep quiet? Mark you up all pretty?”
”Fuck…” you reach back and grab for him, fingers sinking into the curve of his waist, begging for it with your entire body.
You can’t seem to manage much more, but it’s enough for him, and with a swift pull back, he snaps his hips hard and fast and sets a relentlessly feral pace in motion.
The head of his cock, thick and suede-soft, kisses your cervix with each inward push, driving a wild sound out of you that you smother into the pillow, tongue dragging against the worn cotton as though it were his mouth.
His teeth are peppering your back and shoulders, gnashing his own moans way down deep into your flesh where you will secret them away forever. He gifts each sound to you on a gorgeous, stinging platter and you only want more, more, more. It is never enough with him…you are gluttonous for whatever he sees fit to offer.
”You feel so fucking good, baby,” it comes undulating across your cheekbone like a warm, languorous breeze, “So fucking wet, I can feel you all over me. You’re gonna make me cum.”
He grows impossibly hard within you and that, along with the filth he is sighing into the night and the drags of his teeth, sends you careening over the edge you had no idea you were so close to. You explode around him, and his weight grows heavier atop you as his thrusts lose rhythm.
“That’s it,” his praise is clipped and winded, “just - fuck - just like that. Keep going, so tight, messy pretty fucking pussy, make me cum, baby, please…make me fucking cum.”
He’s babbling like a brook you want to lie beside and listen to for the rest of your life. So beautiful. So Josh. But so quietly, and you know how difficult it must be for him, how hard he must be trying, and you love him all the more for it.
With a final, vicious bite, he coaxes a hiss out of you that makes him see stars as he lets go, fucking himself deeper and deeper as he rides it out, moans pressed into your glazed, shivering body like flowers in between the pages of a book.
And still, you only want more. You want his jaw to lock, his teeth to break the skin, to draw blood, to scar you…soft pink, raised marks tattooed by his kiss to remind you.
A long sigh flutters your hair, and your eyes drift closed at the soothing lilt of the sound as his fingers begin to card through your hair.
”You thirsty, baby?” His nose nuzzles at you, drawing forth a lazy smile that is half smashed into the pillow.
“Yes, but stay a little longer.”
He cuddles down into you, cheek to cheek, the weight of his body keeping you warm and safe in the silence.
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JAKE KISZKA X FEM READER
A/N: I’ve been having a bad Jake moment recently so I figured I’d take advantage of it… heavily unedited. Enjoy!
Word Count: 4k
WARNINGS: graphic sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), language, p in v, oral sex (m & f rec), fingering, spitting, choking, slapping, slight pain kink, sir kink, rough sex, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, some orgasm denial, dom (m) sub (f), jake crawling to you (needs its own warning). lmk if i missed anything!
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“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask, flying through the front door of your shared home with Jake.
He shrugs from behind you, setting a bag down at his feet as he enters the room. “It slipped my mind.”
“Slipped your mind?” You spin to face him, mouth hanging open in disbelief. “How do you forget to tell me you’re leaving for another month?”
“I was just focused on this leg of the tour, not the next.” He admits, brushing his hands on the thighs of his pants. “We haven’t been home in a month so—”
“Yes! Exactly, Jake. We haven’t been home! We haven’t been alone for a month and you’re leaving again?” Tears well up in your eyes as you fight back the anger. “And the fact I had to hear it from Sam! You wouldn’t even fucking tell me, Jake!”
Silence washes over the room and you’re stuck in place. Your chest heaves as you wait for a reply. He only tugs on his bottom lip, acknowledging your feelings of frustration and anger.
With no reply, you add on, “I just wanted to have some time alone with you is all.”
Defeated, you rub the tears in your eyes and wait patiently for an answer. Jake moves from his position across the kitchen, gliding swiftly over to you. Your bottom lip trembles as his hands rest on your upper arms, his thumbs softly massaging the bare skin.
“I’m sorry, love. I should have done better at communicating with you. It wasn’t fair of you to have to hear it from Sam.” He speaks softly, his big brown eyes staring into yours. “But, I don’t think you’re really upset over another month of tour, are you?”
You swallow and turn your head away from him, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. Jake carefully places his palms on your cheeks and guides you back to him. This time his eyes are soft and kind, they’re lustful and needy. The sight makes your knees tremble. Before removing his hands, he brings your forehead to his and leans against it. You let out a shallow breath when his hands drag down your neck. Goosebumps spread across your body like wildfire, letting Jake know you’re in desperate need.
“I asked you a question, baby.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you suck in a hasty breath. “Yeah,” you answer.
“My girl needs me, huh? Has she missed me?” He asks, licking his lips as his thumb brushes across a nipple through your shirt.
“Jake…” you silently beg.
“What, baby? Talk to me.” He leans in and kisses the spot below your ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” you rasp out as his tongue drags across your skin. “Hard.”
His motions falter momentarily but he recovers quickly by sinking his teeth into your neck. You moan quietly as your hands fist his hair. He continues tugging on the skin, sucking it into his mouth and dragging his warm tongue across the area.
“Take these off for me,” he directs when he leaves the crook of your neck.
Jake takes a step back from you to enjoy the view. Quickly, you discard the t-shirt you’re wearing and toss it to the floor. Sitting on a chair now, Jake’s eyes hungrily observe your hardened breasts. His legs spread apart as he leans back, his hand palming himself through his slacks.
“Fuck, baby. Pants next.”
You obey his orders like a well trained dog, hooking your fingers in the waistband of your pants. You shimmy the material off your legs and step out of them. The chilly air bites at your legs, making you shiver as you stand proudly in front of him. Jake’s hand slowly moves across his lap as his eyes scan your legs.
You stare at his crotch shamelessly, trying to remember every detail of it. It’s been nearly a month since the two of you have had sex. Sleeping in a bus full of brothers leaves little to no time for private times. Occasionally in the dressing room before shows, Jake would go down on you or you would go down on him. You missed him. Craved him.
“What is it?” He asks. “Wanna see it?”
You nod.
“Fuck. Yeah?” He tilts his head while unzipping his pants. “Sit down for me and spread your legs.”
You pull the chair from behind you, sitting down and opening your legs. As soon as Jake frees himself he takes himself into his hand. His eyes flutter and chest heaves at the sight of you. You look down at yourself to see a wet spot in the middle of your panties. It makes you squeeze your own thighs together, desperate for any friction.
“Don’t.” He growls, hand slowly moving over his length. “That’s mine. Open.”
You internally groan as you reveal yourself once more to his desire-filled eyes. Jake’s teeth bite at his bottom lip as he works over himself, marveling at your beauty. You hear faint whimpers coming from his mouth that makes you want to run your fingers over yourself. To distract yourself, you allow your eyes to settle on his hand. His veins protrude from under his skin like a root-way system, wrapped around his shaft. You watch him squeeze his fist and begin to buck his hips.
“Oh God, Jake.” You whine, fighting to keep your place in the chair. “Please!”
He removes his hand from himself, wincing at the loss of an orgasm. He recovers and slides off the chair so he’s nearly squatting on the floor. The sight makes your stomach twist in knots. Jake quickly removes his shirt and pants, throwing them to the side without a care in the world.
From the floor, he cranes his neck to look up at you. You feel yourself dripping down your thighs, your panties long in need of being discarded.
“Look at you, pretty girl. Do you like this? You like me on your knees for you?” You nod quickly. “Would you like me to crawl to you? Like a starved man begging for your pussy?”
“Yes, please. Please, baby, please. I need it so bad. I’ll be so good for you.” You tell him, rotating your hips in your seat.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
You watch him, on his hands and knees, eyes piercing into yours. His hair is stuck to the sheen of sweat on his face, cheeks a light pink, lips swollen red. His state of vulnerability right now has you more turned on than you have ever been in your life.
“Crawl to me.” You tell him pathetically.
As soon as the command leaves your mouth, he inches towards you. Slowly, he moves across the hardwood floor to reach you. He’s moving at an agonizingly slow pace but you thoroughly enjoy every second of it. His eyes leave your face and focus on your dripping cunt in front of him. He’s like a predator, licking his lips, hunting you.
Finally he reaches you. He rises to his knees and places his large hands on the insides of your thighs. You throb at the sight of him leaning down and kissing your sweet spot.
“I’ve never seen you this wet. Jesus.” He talks to you, running a finger through your clothed folds. “Want these off, darling?”
You nod and allow him to remove the soaked material. As soon as they’re out of the way his hands return to the meat of your thighs. He spreads them as wide as you can physically make them go before resting his forearms on them to keep you in place. His eyes find yours for a moment, a simple confirmation as if you wouldn’t let him do whatever he wanted to you.
You watch Jake part his lips, releasing a trail of saliva. It falls right over your clit and you eagerly moan. Finally, his tongue licks through your heat.
Your back immediately arches into him so he pushes on your legs even harder. His lips wrap around your clit, tugging it into his mouth slowly. He works over you, your head falling back and hands violently digging into his scalp. His brown locks fan out over his shoulders as he devours your pussy. The sloppy sounds from his mouth and your arousal fills the room, your moans intertwining with it. Tears stream from the corner of your eyelids as his lips kneed the sensitive bud. He sucks, licks, and bites at your cunt, holding you in place so all you can do is take it.
“More,” you manage to cry out in between moans.
He answers your request by inserting two fingers into your entrance. They slide right in making him moan into you. The vibrations make you grip tighter on his hair and drag him farther into you. No surprise to you, his fingers find your sweet spot. He makes the ‘come here’ motion over and over again until you can’t handle it.
“I’m gonna cum, Jake!” You wail. “Can I cum, please can I cum?”
He only nods, tongue still violently flicking over your clit. Your eyes lock with his, sending you over the edge. You cum harder than you ever have before, your stomach muscles sore from clenching around Jake’s fingers. Your hips ride against his face, chasing your high as sweat drips off your forehead. Jake works you through it, fingering you fast while devouring your sweet cunt. When you’ve finished, his movements don’t falter.
“Jake, fuck! No, I can’t!” You blurt out.
Disconnecting his lips from your clit, he looks at you. “Can’t take it, baby? Thought this is what you wanted.”
“I can’t.” Is all you’re able to cry out.
“You will.” He growls, slapping the inside of your thigh. Your hips involuntarily buck farther into his fingers as your eyes go wide. “Oh you like that. Dirty fucking slut.” He hisses, slapping your thigh again. You squirm under him, his fingers guiding you through overstimulation.
Abandoning your thigh, his hand rests on top of your pussy. He pushes on your clit before rubbing it back and forth roughly. The sound of your juices being sloshed around by Jake’s hands is music to your ears. The impure sounds that leave your mouth are so loud and defined that the whole neighborhood can probably hear you but you don’t care. Jake’s movements cease as he spits into your cunt again, adding more lubrication. Again, he uses his whole hand to continue his assault on your weeping cunt.
“Jake! Jake!” You cry, unable to say anything but his name. “I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming!”
Your mind goes blank as your orgasm erupts, stealing all the energy from you. All you can feel is Jake’s hands working magic on you as your mind goes blank.
“Oh my God.” You pant once you’ve gained your strength back. Jake’s still between your legs with a flattened tongue, cleaning up every drop of your release. “You’re so fucking good.”
“You like that?” He gives you a shit eating grin. “I hope you don’t think we’re done here because I’m just getting started.”
You nearly cry at the idea of another orgasm, but once he stands to his feet and his leaking cock in front of your face, it’s all you want.
“Want it?” He asks. You nod. “You want my cock in your mouth, princess?” You nod again. His hand grips the top of your head, pushing it back so you meet his eyes. “Use your fucking words.”
“I want it, sir. I want you to use me.”
“Let me see your tongue.” He removes his hand.
You stick your tongue out flatly for him, eyes shut. He groans and sets the tip of his cock on your tongue. It takes every ounce of strength to not take him into your mouth and make him whine above you. With his length in hand, he slaps the tip across the muscle. The precum splashes into your mouth, the salty-sweet taste making you whimper.
“Open your eyes, baby.” You do as he says, giving him the biggest fuck me eyes you’ve ever given him. “My good girl. Gonna let me fuck this?” He asks, removing his cock and replacing it with his thumb. “Gonna let me go all the way back here?” He shoves his thumb back as far as it will go. “You gonna take it?”
You nod.
“Tap twice and I’ll stop.”
You nod again.
Finally, he’s back in your mouth. He slips it across your tongue slowly, allowing you to get used to his size. After a moment, he can’t control it anymore. He pushes himself down your throat, a small gag threatening to explode. Both hands find your head as he begins to guide you across him. Your throat already burns but you invite the sting with open arms. He slowly works himself into you, watching your lips enclose around him. His eyes gawk into yours, a smirk finding his face as his perfect teeth once again clamp on his lip. Your hair sticks to your face and neck so he forms a makeshift ponytail with his hands before using it as a handle.
He picks up the pace, fucking into your face as he guides you over his length. You gag, a tear falling on your cheek. He twitches inside of you at the noise, finding it arousing that you’re choosing his cock over breathing. He drops your hair and places his palms on either side of your head, holding you in place as his hips begin to snap. Aggressively, he pounds into your face. You hollow your throat, trying to take his violent sloppy thrusts as they come. Your eyes can’t stand to be open any longer despite how bad you want to watch him. Jake begins to whimper and whine, mumbles of praise leaving his mouth. You feel him tense in your mouth, the familiar motion that warns you he’s going to cum. You prepare for his load but he removes himself before you get to that point.
Letting you go, you nearly fall out of the chair. Gasping for air, your hands grip the back rest. Jake has stepped away, dealing with his second loss of an orgasm. After another second, he’s at your side.
“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” He drops the act, genuinely worried.
“So good.” You tell him, still searching for your breath.
“Jesus, you’re something else.” He says, grabbing your arms and pulling you to your feet.
Unable to balance, he half carries you to the kitchen island. Setting you on stop, he guides you so you’re laying back against the countertop. You prompt yourself up on your elbows, wanting to watch him. He looks gorgeous as ever; hair stuck to his face, cheeks bright red, lips swollen and plump, sweat dripping off his face and down his chest. You can’t get enough of him.
Using his two fingers, he spreads your folds open, leaning down to spit on them again. His hand, resting just under your ass cheek, pulls back and smacks you. The sting excites you and you moan at the idea.
“My good girl.” He praises, opening you up again. “You look so pretty when you’ve been played with; all pink and wet. All mine.”
He grips his length and drags it through your wetness. He slaps the tip on your clit, making you jerk at how sensitive it still is. He continues doing it, just to fuck with you. Finally, he can’t resist it anymore. You watch him line himself up with your entrance, tongue poking out from between his teeth as he tries to focus. You sigh in unison as he slides in, not all the way, just enough to make you want more.
“God, she’s like sucking me in. Baby needed this so bad, yeah? You wanna look at your pretty pussy swallowing my cock like you were just a minute ago?” He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you up to look.
Your jaw falls open at the sight of him so perfectly stretching you out. Feeling brave, you too let a line of spit fall from your lips. It lands on the shaft of his cock, making him loudly whine. You crane your head to see his reaction. His big beating brown eyes sparkle with an animalistic desire you can’t decipher.
His hand moves so it’s wrapped around your neck. He tugs you into him, embracing your lips in a passionate kiss. Immediately, your lips open to invite him in. His tongue swirls around in your mouth, exploring the cave as if it isn’t its home. You moan into Jake’s mouth as he pushes himself the rest of the way into you, lips still connected, hand still possessively wrapped around your throat. He rocks into you in quick sharp thrusts, your body jerking at each movement. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss as his cock slides in and out of you.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours with his hands on your head for a moment. Your fingernails dig at the skin on his back as his thrusts deepen. Finally, he takes control again, encouraging you to lay flat against your back once more. He uses this position as an opportunity to wrap his arms under your back and over your shoulders. You wrap your legs around his waist to allow him to hit deeper inside of you. Jake’s head rests between the crook of your neck, his lips kissing the skin of your neck.
“Fuck me harder,” you say after a few moments.
Jake repositions himself so all his weight is resting on the arm extended next to your head. He pulls you closer to the edge of the table before wrapping his hand around your neck. You whine as he bucks his hips hard and rough. Repeatedly, he fucks you. You whine and cry his name, occasionally opening your eyes to see him watching himself slide in and out of you.
“So tight and warm,” he tells you before pulling out.
In a swift motion he flips you onto your stomach. The cold surface causes your nipples to harden even farther but you have no time to focus on that because Jake’s already nudging at your entrance. He hooks one of your legs over the counter to give himself room. This time when he enters you, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. It’s no longer sweet, kind, or loving. It’s rough, barbaric, and merciless. His rough fingertips grip into the skin of your waist so hard it’s sure to leave little blue and purple bruises. His hips snap into your ass as he takes what’s his.
“Best fucking pussy,” he praises. “Look at you just fucking taking it. My good little slut.”
You whine and grip the counter top, knuckles turning white. Jake’s hands grab a fistful of hair, pulling it until your neck is at a painful angle. He leans over you, his stomach pressed flush against your back. You feel the sweat gluing you to him as his lips find your ear.
“You like this, don’t you? You like being fucked like a slut. You like taking my cock until you cry.”
You can’t form any words so you just nod.
“Say it.”
“Yes! I love your cock! I love the way you fuck me!”
“Yeah, that’s right.” He says, mocking you. The palm of his hand falls flat against your ass and you cry his name pathetically. “Who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours, sir.”
“I can’t hear you when you mumble,”
The grip on your hair makes tears spill down your cheeks. You swallow, trying to speak as Jake so ruthlessly fucking you. “Yours! It’s yours!”
“Yeah it is.” He kisses your shoulder. “You’re squeezing me. You gonna cum? Pretty princess gonna cum on my cock? Make it yours, hm?”
“It’s already mine,” you snap.
Jake hisses. “Fuck yeah, it is. All yours. You own me, baby.”
Your screams echo in through the air as your body shakes from the force of your third climax. Your chest burns as you suck in air, body shaking as you come down from your high. Jake’s thrusts slow, his hand still buried in your hair. His other hand rests on your ass, squeezing the flesh. He removes himself, backing away and leaving you bent over the counter like the slut you are. Your mind swirls with static as you go limp.
Once again, Jake flips you onto your back. You let out a whine in protest but you’re too weak to do anything other than let him. Jake throws your legs over his neck. He bends you farther back, forcing you to stretch with his desires.
“Jacob…” you sigh as he slides himself through your folds once more. “I can’t go again,”
“Yes you can, baby.” He says smoothly, kissing your palms. “Give me one more. Can you do that?”
“Yeah.” You agree, the feeling of his tip caressing your cunt driving you wild.
He slides back in, the feeling still as good as the first time he did it. He hovers above you, soaking up the feeling of you squeezed tightly around him. Your mouth is open, eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head as you focus on the feeling of him fucking you slowly. Your legs burn from the angle Jake has you at but it’s worth it. The position allows him to hit at a deeper angle. The familiar burn appears in your stomach again, making you whine and begin to squirm. Desperately, you attach your fingers to your clit and begin rubbing quick tight circles.
“Move your hand,” he says firmly. You obey and drop it, instead clawing at the table. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” you admit.
Jake drops your legs, letting you wrap them around his waist again. You pull him into you, his hand on your stomach.
“You feel me here?” He breathes.
“Filling me up so good, baby.” You watch him. “Kiss me.”
He leans down again, pressing his chest against yours, hips still fucking into you. Your lips meet again, softly and beautifully. You swallow him, drowning in his saliva. Jake’s fingers wrap around one of your nipples, twisting and teasing the pointed peak.
“Where do you want me?” Jake asks into your neck, this thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier. He pants in your ear, briefly stealing your attention.
“In me, baby. Wanna feel you.”
“Good girl. Gonna give it to you, promise.”
Jake kisses your skin, licking and sucking. His fingers fondle with your breasts, making you arch into him. He whines into your ear as he reaches his climax, curses and mumbles leaving his mouth in a string of profanities. He chants your name, making you come undone shortly after. He’s warm and heavy inside of you, twitching and shuddering with every thrust. You feel every inch and every vein give you everything he has.
“I love you,” you say, barely audible.
“I love you more than anything,” he says. “I’m sorry for everything.”
You hold him against your chest as both of you come down from your highs. Both a panting mess, you don’t say anything to each other for a few minutes. You sit in silence, Jake still tucked away inside of you, where he belongs. His hands rest on your side, massaging and rubbing the skin softly. He places kisses across your stomach, making your eyes flutter shut.
“I missed you,” he finally breaks the silence, his chin resting on your stomach as he looks up at you.
“I missed you too, Jake. I needed that.”
“I can tell. Can I pull out now?” He asks.
“No. Just stay for a bit.”
He smiles. “Whatever makes you happy.”
“I’m sorry for getting upset about the tour. I know this means a lot to you.” You apologize.
“You mean more. You know that. I should have told you, you deserved to hear it from me.”
“At least I got one fuck in before you leave again,” you joke, patting his back.
“One? We’ve got a month to make up for, baby.”
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Kay’s Fic Recs !!!
all of these fics are 18+ and contain smut! read at your own discretion ;)
Josh:
Confession by @thewritingbeforesunrise
The Art of Life by @gvfgal
Brightest Blue by @garbagevanfleet
I See Hell in Your Eyes by @joshsindigostreak
Uncharted Territory by @ficthots
Little Fantasy by @jake-kiszkas-smirk
No Hands by @joshym
Valtava by @gretavanlace
Jake:
Covet by @jakeyt
Imperfect Moments by @abeautylives
Le Morte d’Arthur by @joshym
Cream & Sugar by @sacredthefran
Sémillante by @profitofthedune
Last Call by @milkgemini
The Red Medallion by @earthlysorrows
Capital Vices by @builtbybrokenbells
Pedagogue by @profitofthedune
Dear Patience by @ageofbajabule
Tending by @zm-gvf
Mirror of the Damned by @alwaysonthemend
The Professor by @jakekiszkasmommy
Crimson Lace by @meetingthestarcatchers
Sammy:
Pink Lemonade by @garbagevanfleet
It’s Called Being Nice by @gretavanfleetposts
Locked Out by @sparrowofthedawnsworld
A Need That Goes Unspoken by @neverwanttofallasleep
How I’m Imagining You by @geminisecrets
Seven by @garbagevanfleet
Danny:
Stretch You Out by @gvfgal
Black Swan by @holybananafuck
Struck by @gretavangroupie
Little Bird by @gretavanlace
Red by @vanfleeter
Stroke Me by @hyperfixated-gvf
Twins:
Poppins by @gretavanlace
Kismet by @gretavangroupie & @sacredstarcatcher
What Is And What Should Never Be by @sinsofstardust
Down The Hall by @milkgemini
Skin Deep by @streamingcolors-gvf
Forbidden Twins
Vigilance by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon
A Beautiful Riff by @sparrowofthedawnsworld
Janny:
Valor by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon
Greta Van Fleet
Fire in the Water by @gretavanfleetposts
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Rediscovery — Josh Kiszka x F!Sapphic!Reader
SMUT. 18+ ONLY! MDNI!!!
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x F!Sapphic!Reader
Word Count: 10k
Summary: Your crush on your best friend, Josh, has been becoming harder and harder to ignore. There’s only one thing holding you back from admitting your feelings— most of your experience has been with other women, and you know that Josh’s history is equal and opposite, having mostly been with other men. But after one of your usual nights out, aided by a few drinks and a joint, things are finally coming to the surface. And you’re about to rediscover everything, together.
Warnings: Friends to lovers smut with switchy!Josh. Oral (m & f receiving), fingering/handjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk. Both the F!reader and Josh are written as explicitly queer in this fic.
A/N: This might be one of the most self-indulgent fics I’ve ever written… and I couldn’t be more excited to finally share it with everyone after spending the last few months working on it. I’ve noticed that even though there’s a huge sapphic community in the Peaceful Army, there aren’t a lot of fics written from the perspective of an explicitly queer woman! I absolutely poured my heart into this one and I have some amazing friends I need to thank for the endless encouragement and inspiration. My best friend, my love, my moonbeam @sinsofstardust — thank you for all the hours of discussion that lead to SO many incredible ideas. I love you ENDLESSLY!!! I also want to give HUGE thanks to my loves, @jakesguitarsolo @losfacedevil @kenobicoffee for being my beta readers and giving me the motivation I needed to finish writing 10,000 words… I love all of you SO much 🤍
FIC BEGINS BELOW THE CUT!
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There was just something about Josh Kiszka.
Maybe it was the way he seemed to radiate a kind of warm, exuberant energy; one that was impossible to ignore from the moment he walked into the room. Maybe it was the little gap between his teeth when he grinned that you’d found yourself immediately drawn to, or those wide, sparkling brown eyes. There could have been a hundred reasons, and, in truth, it was more than likely that there were that many— and then some.
Regardless of what had caused it, the fact that you had a rapidly developing crush on your best friend was becoming harder and harder to push into the back of your mind.
You and Josh had met almost a year ago now. One of your favorite bars downtown had karaoke nights on Thursdays, and on a whim, you had come in after a particularly stressful day at work. You weren’t planning on doing anything but sip your drink and listen to strangers perform their favorite songs, but to your surprise, the curly-haired man sitting next to you at the bar had struck up a conversation so easily and naturally you couldn’t help but fall comfortably into chatting with him. The two of you had a lot of things in common, with a similar love of music and an interest in meditation. And when he told you he was going to go up and sing, he offered his arm as an invitation, which you gladly took, leaving you blown away by his voice as he covered Adele better than anyone you’d ever heard. The two of you had spent the entire night talking, and had exchanged numbers with the intention of hanging out some more, and over the next several months, you two had become incredibly close. And yet— there was one important caveat that, beyond his standard affectionate touches, had kept things between you and Josh entirely platonic.
One of the biggest things that you and Josh had bonded over during your numerous deep conversations was the similar way you both seemed to experience your sexualities. Like Josh, you didn’t put a label on yourself, finding that the way you felt love and attraction to be hard to pinpoint under one term, but the majority of the lovers you’d had throughout your life had been other women. Josh’s history was both equal and opposite, with his experience mostly having been with other men. Being queer was something that was extremely important to both of you, and you knew that. And yet, throughout it all, the increasing feelings you held for Josh were growing stronger and stronger. Eating you alive. Burning into your mind and body.
Talking to Josh was always so easy. So why did it feel so impossible to breach this particular topic?
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It had been another one of your frequent nights out with Josh. The two of you had gotten into a routine of meeting up at least once a week for drinks and a joint or two, and it quickly became evident to you that spending time with Josh was undoubtedly the highlight of your week. Knowing you’d be able to sit with him, laughing and joking and talking about everything that had stressed you out over the past several days, had become a thought that would get you through even the most difficult times. You tried not to linger too hard on what this could possibly mean for you and your heart, and instead let yourself just try to enjoy the present moment with the ethereal man sitting beside you on the couch.
It was late, very late. Tonight, you’d met up with Josh at a local bar that he had introduced you to a few months earlier, one that was only a few blocks from his apartment. His neighborhood was easy to get to from where you worked, but it was admittedly somewhat out of the way from where you lived. By the time the two of you left the bar, the trains had stopped running, and Josh had insisted that you shouldn’t have to pay a small fortune for an Uber when he had a perfectly good spare room in his apartment.
Josh’s apartment was just as cozy and inviting as he was, and his living room featured a low coffee table surrounded by beanbags and large floor cushions. The couch was pressed back against a cream-white wall decorated with prints and paintings that surely all had a story behind them, framed by the glow of string lights and the numerous plants both lining the walls and hanging from the ceiling. He had immediately offered you one of his t-shirts, and a pair of his own pajama pants that fit you surprisingly well, given that you were both of similar height.
And now, here you were, sitting side-by-side with Josh on his couch as he lit up a joint, with one of his favorite records playing softly on the turntable in the corner. The domesticity of the moment was not lost on you— the clothes you had borrowed still smelled like him, his intoxicating androgynous scent of spicy bergamot and soft jasmine. You both had already had several drinks over the course of the night, and Josh’s cheeks had flushed to a familiar rosy pink that signified his tipsiness. As of right now, all of your energy was going towards not letting your gaze linger on how beautiful he looked. On how hard your heart was beating.
As Josh took a long drag from the joint, his eyes fluttered shut, and you felt your heart skip a beat, unable to stop yourself from watching him. You were still gazing at him when his eyes slowly opened through his long exhale, the cloud of smoke intertwining with the plumes rising from the incense he had burning on the coffee table. He turned to face you as he cleared his throat a little, giving you an affectionate smile and holding out the joint for you to take, which you gladly accepted. Your fingers brushed his as he passed it to you, and you tried to ignore the way the contact made your brain start to buzz.
Now Josh was watching you as you took your hit, his eyes already a little glazed over as the high began to settle in. That was when he spoke, using his favorite pet name for you that you liked far too much to ever admit. “Doin’ alright, mama? Hope I’ve been a good host, though if I haven’t, I’ll be blaming the Fireball.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you exhaled your first hit, nodding towards Josh and managing a grin as you said, “Josh, I promise, you’d be a better host blackout drunk than most people would be sober.”
His face lit up at your words, and he let out a laugh of his own as he replied, “I’ll be sure to hold you to that statement if I manage to set the whole damn place on fire,” his eyes lazily following the plumes of smoke you had exhaled before his gaze fell back on you when you giggled, his pupils blown wide in the low light.
“Okay, now that sounds like you,” you teased, moving to pass the joint back to Josh. As the familiar hazy feeling began to settle over your mind and body, you found yourself inching just a bit closer to him as he took it from between your fingertips, bringing it to his lips with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye as you continued, “Well, if it comes to it, I’ll make sure to implement an accidental-house-fire clause in my perfect host assessment…”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he grinned, the joint dangling between his teeth as he did so, and when his mouth suddenly closed around the end to pull a deep hit, the sight of his plush, puckered lips sucking around the joint was enough to make your head spin. He held the smoke in for a moment, before pulling the joint from his lips with two fingers, letting his jaw fall slack and exhaling the smoke in one large cloud, a sight so effortlessly sexy it made your breath catch in your throat. Josh turned to you, and you thanked your lucky stars that any difficulties you were having finding your breath could be chalked up to the smoke now beginning to accumulate in the room. His head cocked to the side just slightly as he looked over at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes having grown heavy-lidded as the weed began to take its effect. “Well, I’ll say tonight’s adventure got us off to an interesting start…”
You began to giggle again, memories of the evening you two had enjoyed so far flashing through your mind. Overall, it had been another fun and relaxed night out, with you and Josh having met at the bar and recounted how the past week had gone in your usual playful fashion, delving into the stress you’d been dealing with at work and his frustrations with his brothers through overdramatic storytelling and a lot of inside jokes.
After you two had been out for an hour or two and were beginning to feel pleasantly tipsy, two people had sat down at the small high-top table beside yours— a guy and a girl that looked to be around your age. They had been speaking loud enough that it quickly became evident that they were on a first date… and it became increasingly clear to you and Josh throughout the night that this couple’s date was not going well. You had spent the next hour or two getting increasingly tipsier and trying to stifle your laughter whenever the man at the other table made another comment about his crypto startup.
“We really got our own personal reality TV show tonight,” you agreed with a laugh, unable to take your eyes off of Josh as he took another drag, his brows furrowing for a moment as he held the smoke in. Beginning to exhale, he started giggling through it, and you felt your heart rate heighten even further.
“Talk about shitty dates,” he said, shaking his head as if to express pity. “And I’ve been on my fair share of dates with mediocre men…”
“That guy doesn’t even get the recognition of being called mediocre,” you said decidedly, taking the joint when Josh offered it to you again, before he leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms out against the back of it as he watched you speak and grab the lighter. “He didn’t even let her get a word in edgewise…”
“Ouch! Tell me how you really feel…” Josh said with feigned betrayal, making you laugh again and move even closer to him so you could smack his arm playfully— the feeling of his firm bicep underneath your hand making your brain grow cloudy for a moment.
“Oh, shut up, Josh… it’s cute when you do it,” you teased, feeling a twinge in your own heart while using words that were so secretly reflective of your own feelings, but this was how your friendship with Josh had always been. Verbally and physically affectionate, especially in these moments—- but platonic. Never escalating. “Besides, you don’t ramble about crypto…”
Josh nodded, grinning and sticking his tongue between his teeth; “Okay, you’ve got me there.” While gazing over at him, you found yourself caught off guard by the way his cheeks suddenly seemed to be reddening even further. Reminding yourself that Josh blushed frequently, and that this could be caused by any number of things, you did your best to shove any distracting thoughts as far back into your mind as you possibly could while lighting up the joint again. It’s nothing. He’s your best friend; that’s all. Your thoughts, however, were interrupted by Josh’s voice, which continued, “Although, I don’t think he’s as bad as the guy I saw that one time who yelled at the waiter…” As Josh recounted how awful this one particular date was, complete with impressions of the terrible guy in question, you were giggling wildly, the high only intensifying the absurdity of the guy’s entitlement in the story.
“And that is exactly why it’s been so long since I’ve dated a man,” you laughed, shaking your head, remembering the nightmarish experience you had a few years ago that had made you opt for a long break on going out with men. “The last date I had with a guy? Absolutely terrible. I swear… he was trying to get in the Guinness Book of World Records for ‘most complaints on a first date’…”
Josh laughed at your sarcasm, watching with amusement as you took your hit. You could feel his eyes on you, even when your own eyelids fluttered shut thanks to the smoke you were holding in. You let out a long, slow exhale, and when you opened your eyes to let your gaze fall on Josh again, you found yourself wondering if he had inched a bit closer while you weren’t watching him— then quickly doubted your own assumption, telling yourself it must be the high only making it seem that way. Once you had taken your hit, you continued, hoping you were maintaining your external composure, “Seriously, you’d think he had a personal best that he was trying to beat. Nothing was sacred. The restaurant, the people around us, my outfit…”
“Your outfit?” Josh asked incredulously, shaking his head in astonishment as you handed him the joint again, which was now over halfway gone. “Well, if he screwed it up with you, I already could’ve told you that he had bad fucking taste, but that really seals the deal…”
You felt heat rising in your cheeks at the compliment, reaching out and squeezing his arm affectionately in thanks without even thinking, making him giggle— the sound of which left you positively reeling. The high which had settled over you made everything feel a bit hazy, a bit dreamy, on top of the fact that you couldn’t take your eyes off of Josh. Everything about him was just as intoxicating as the liquor and the weed you’d shared that night, if not more so, and you could feel your heart hammering in your chest as he took another slow, long hit, while you continued talking to fill the silence that threatened to tug even harder on your heartstrings. “Seriously, though… I can’t believe he was the last man I ever fucking kissed.”
Josh’s head suddenly turned to face yours, the joint smoldering between his fingertips. He raised an eyebrow, and gave you a look that mixed pity with disbelief, along with… some other emotion, one that you couldn’t quite place. “You actually kissed that guy, mama?” There was a touch of irritation in his voice that, if you didn’t know better, you might have placed as jealousy.
You kicked yourself mentally for the thought, while simultaneously, you hadn’t moved your hand from Josh’s arm. For some reason, the pull felt magnetic.
Scoffing a little, you nodded, saying, “I know… not my ideal scenario.” In your tipsy, high state, the words seemed to be spilling from you without any internal consideration, and suddenly, you found yourself blurting out, “I mean… him? Why couldn’t it have been another guy, someone I actually like being around… or literally anybody else?”
As soon as the words fell from your lips, they were hanging in the air. Floating. The breath left your lungs in an instant when you realized what you’d just said, as Josh’s brows furrowed for a moment, those particular words seemingly bouncing around inside his mind. He blinked a couple of times, his lips parting slightly, and it was impossible not to notice the way his gaze seemed to intensify, studying you a little. He cocked his head, the rise and fall of his chest having intensified as you felt your heart rate heighten even further— and that’s when he finally opened his mouth to speak, his brown eyes on you, his pupils blown wide.
“Y/N… do you… do you want it to be… somebody else? The last man you kissed?”
Your mouth fell open, but your thoughts were moving so much quicker than your words could. All you could manage was a soft utterance of “Josh…” as his gaze once again fell to your lips. More openly this time. Lingering. Your head was spinning, your fingertips beginning to grip tighter at his arm. You knew you had to find your words before you lost the wave of courage that was beginning to wash over you, and breathlessly, you let out a soft, “Yeah, I do… I just never thought…”
All coherent thoughts fell apart when Josh’s hand suddenly rested on top of yours, and you trailed off, your breath catching in your throat. Quickly and almost effortlessly, without ever letting his gaze leave yours, he ashed the smoldering joint in the little glass tray on the table with his other hand, and he murmured, “Neither did I…” beginning to lean closer, starting to close the distance between the two of you. Through your rapidly increasing lightheadedness, your lips were already parting in anticipation, your mind racing, your hands trembling. Inches turned to centimeters, and then millimeters.
And when he finally caught your lips with his, it was as if the whole world melted away around you. There was nothing else. Nothing but Josh, his lips taking you in passionately and eagerly, the feeling of his warm, flushed skin against your own…. and, soon enough, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, as if begging for entry— which you couldn’t help but grant. You could feel his soft facial hair brushing against you as he deepened the kiss, and the feeling was both new and dizzying. All inhibitions you had been holding within you melted entirely away as Josh licked into your mouth, and you found yourself falling into him, your bodies colliding and hands beginning to reach out, touch, grab. Without ever letting his lips leave yours, he was suddenly pulling you by the waist into his lap, and you were letting him, throwing your arms around his neck and fully straddling him, savoring the heat of his body underneath you, the feeling of his firm, solid chest… god, it was all so new, and intoxicating beyond belief.
His kiss was warm, inviting, and all-consuming. A fire had been lit within you, burning incessantly and licking up through your lower stomach as Josh let out a soft sound resembling a moan right into your mouth. It was so pretty, with the slightest hint of a whine, and the thought of hearing more from Josh… sounds increasing in need as he slowly unraveled… immediately made you lightheaded with arousal. An involuntary moan that matched his in its intensity slipped from somewhere deep within you as Josh’s tongue explored your mouth, and the instant tightening of his grip on your waist and arching of his hips right up against you proved beyond any doubt that your sounds were eliciting a similar reaction from the man beneath you. You moaned again, louder this time, and Josh groaned immediately, pulling back just enough to murmur a breathless “You sound… fuckin’ divine, mama,” before hungrily pulling you right back in, your hands sliding up to tangle in his curls, tugging at his roots as he hummed with satisfaction and need, right against your lips.
You were rolling your hips against him now— and with a nearly overwhelming shock of desire, you were suddenly aware of the way Josh was hardening underneath you as he continued to sigh and moan into your mouth. Most of the people you’d been with didn’t have the anatomy that Josh had, and the realization that you were making him hard had you lightheaded. Breathlessly, you started giggling into the kiss, and he pulled back for just a moment to look at you curiously, his cheeks flushed red and his brown eyes wide, sparkling. “What are you giggling at, mama?” he asked playfully, sticking his tongue between his teeth as he watched you rock against him, his pupils dilated with lust.
“It’s just… oh, fuck…” you giggled again, throwing your head back for a moment as you let the feeling of him underneath you just wash over you. “God… I forgot what that felt like, Josh….”
He was licking his bottom lip now, looking just as giddy and flustered as you felt. When Josh’s gaze pulled itself away from your eyes for a moment, he let it drag down your body, right down to where you were grinding down onto him, before right back up to resume looking right at you– as if he were able to see something far deeper in you than what was on the surface. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Tell me, mama…” he started, his voice low and breathless, his eyes remaining on you as he began to roll his hips to the rhythm you had established. “...tell me how it feels.”
“Fuck,” you whimpered, his ability to slip so easily back and forth from needy to commanding making your head spin, and the word slipping out made Josh lick his lips, clearly enjoying being able to watch your expression shift as your arousal grew. Focusing on every feeling, you breathed out, “So good, Josh. Feels so fucking good…”
“Paint me a picture, mama…” he sighed, his eyes glazed over with desire, his hands beginning to glide up and down your body, exploring you slowly and passionately, as though trying to commit your every inch to memory by means of touch alone. Everything had escalated so suddenly, in such a frenzy of accidental admissions, and you didn’t even care. You couldn’t even begin to think of a damn thing beyond what was happening in this present moment, and just how fucking badly you needed him. You couldn’t believe how wet he had made you so quickly.
His desire to hear you speak on your pleasure was intoxicating. You were breathing heavily, unable to take your eyes off of him. He looked angelic, his curls framing his face so delicately and beautifully despite the way your fingers had been knotting into his hair moments earlier. Josh was practically glowing in the dim, warm light, his features illuminated in a way that was simply and undeniably breathtaking. There was a look in his eyes that was making your whole body tremble, and the feeling of his cock continuing to harden underneath you was almost overwhelming. You had never felt an ache quite like this one before. It was different, and it was… good. Focusing all of your attention on exactly what you could feel beneath you as you both grinded against each other, the words left your lips in a breathless, rambling moan.
“Feels… so fucking hard… and thick, Josh… oh, God… I’m soaked… I’m burning for you…”
He let out a shaky groan, his plush lips falling open as he watched your eyes flutter shut while still rocking against him— and you let out a soft cry of need when you felt him twitch against your clit through the layers of fabric between you. “Fuck… mama, you’re a poet…” he panted, leaning his head back for a moment as he bucked his hips up against you. “God… It’s been so fucking long…” When the words left his lips, the thought occurred to you that, just like it had admittedly been a long while since you’d been with a man, it had likely been just as much time since Josh had been with a woman— and the realization somehow made your hunger for him grow even greater.
“Too many clothes,” you managed to gasp out, and Josh was nodding, his eyes having darkened even further, allowing himself to pull his hands from your body long enough to sit back and watch as you pulled your top— his own t-shirt —over your head, throwing it onto the floor without a second thought. You had taken your bra off when you changed into his pajamas, and the sight of you topless was enough to make Josh’s breath audibly catch in his throat, his eyes wide and ravenous, taking in every last inch of skin that had been revealed to him.
“Fuck,” Josh breathed out, his cheeks flushed with arousal, “You are so fucking beautiful…” his words making your head spin as he found the hem of his own t-shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it to the floor alongside yours. You had seen Josh without a shirt on before, but never anything like this, and being so close was damn near overwhelming. Immediately, you were running your hands up his chest, savoring the feeling of his toned, firm skin underneath your own.
“Josh, you’re fucking beautiful,” you sighed, and the look in his eyes was unlike anything you had ever seen— astonished, adoring, voracious. His own hands began to slide up your body, mirroring the way you were exploring his, before moving to cup your breasts. Dizzily, you were left reeling at the size of his hands, his long fingers, the way he touched… giving your tits a gentle squeeze at first, your resulting moan encouraging him to squeeze harder, pressing your cleavage together as a low groan escaped his throat. You bit your lip, looking back at him and watching how his eyes devoured you. “Do you like them…?”
Josh’s gaze immediately flashed to meet yours, and the eye contact felt like a shock going straight down your spine. A sound resembling a growl escaped from the back of his throat, and your mouth fell open involuntarily as he said, “God, I fucking love them…” continuing to grope and squeeze, his cheeks red, his chest heaving. Your hand continued to slide up his chest, your fingertips finally reaching his necklace, and you just couldn’t resist— tugging it towards you, pulling Josh towards you and kissing him as hard as you’d ever dreamed of doing, drunker now on the feeling of him kissing you back than on anything you’d had at the bar. His hands slid around to the small of your back to pull you into him, your tits pressing up against his bare chest for the first time. The contact made you practically light-headed, moaning into his mouth as the kiss grew sloppier, before Josh’s lips began to trail down to your jaw, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Your hands slid up to grab at his hair again as he continued his journey downwards, beginning to kiss and lick at your neck— and you were left gasping and writhing underneath him.
“Oh my God, Josh…” you panted, feeling the way his tongue was now beginning to flick and tease at your pulse point, your fingers tightening in his curls. “Fuck…” Your words elicited a moan from Josh against your neck, and you found yourself bucking your hips against him harder at the sound. He continued kissing lower, down your neck to your collarbones, seeming determined to explore every inch of your skin with his mouth, and his obvious desire was making the heat between your thighs burn ever greater. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he reached the top of your breasts, letting his mouth and tongue kiss and caress sloppily downwards, looking up at you through his lashes all the while.
He pulled back only for a moment, licking his lips as he gazed up at you, breathing out a low, heavy, “You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve imagined this…” his words sending shock waves straight to your core that were only amplified when, without warning, Josh leaned in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss right to your nipple, sucking it right into his mouth. The pleasure was so sudden and so overwhelming that your own mouth fell open wide as you arched into him, crying out and gripping him even tighter. Josh let his tongue trace in circles around the hardened bud, before flickering it over you at a speed that had you gasping and whimpering, making your mind reel with possibilities of what else his tongue could be capable of. Your moans were growing louder and more desperate as he moved to pay the same attention to your other nipple, one of his hands sliding up your body so his fingertips could continue playing with the first.
It was already so much. He was so skilled with both his mouth and his fingers, and your anticipation of what was to come was matched by an insatiable hunger burning deep within your core. “Oh, fuck… Josh… that feels so good,” you moaned breathlessly, your voice already shaky, overwhelmed by the way he was working both nipples at once while continuing to grow harder underneath you. The look in his eyes was dark, mischievous. He was clearly being encouraged by your praise, and he was chuckling against you, both the sound and the vibrations enough to make your body shiver against him. He continued worshiping your tits like this for minute after minute, his sighs and moans against you making your head spin and your arousal pool between your thighs. After a while, the feeling of his hard cock rubbing up against you through your pajama pants was becoming impossible to ignore, and the layers of clothing between your bodies felt far too much. Your next words escaped you in more of a whimper than you had intended, thanks to Josh’s relentless tongue against your left nipple and his fingertips rolling and tweaking the right. “Please, Josh… baby… I’m so wet, I need more…”
The words made Josh’s eyes flutter shut for a second, groaning with need as he pulled back from your nipple with an obscene pop. “Fuck, mama… I’ll give you more… lover… let’s get these off you, yeah?” he asked, his hands reaching the hem of your pajama pants as you nodded voraciously, the new pet name he’d just used sending chills up and down your spine.
Swiftly and almost effortlessly, Josh was pulling you off of his lap to press you up against the back of the couch, kissing you deeply all over again as he repositioned you, before pulling back to look you in the eyes as he moved to untie the pajama pants you had borrowed from him. You lifted your hips to aid him as he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of both the pants and your panties, his gaze meeting yours as if to check in for one final time that this was what you wanted, and you were nodding before either of you even had the chance to speak. “Please…” you breathed out, and that was all the confirmation he needed, tugging them all the way down your legs and lifting your ankles to pull them off of you. Your head was reeling as you watched him kneel before you through heavy-lidded, lust-clouded eyes. Slowly, as if uncovering something sacred, Josh’s hands landed on your knees, gently pulling them apart, revealing you to him— all of you, for the first time.
His lips parted in astonishment. “Oh my fucking God, mama…” He was devouring your pussy with his eyes, staring at you as though witnessing the divine. “You’re so fucking wet… fuck, you’re a goddess… Aphrodite incarnate.”
You were left breathless at his words, and if that wasn’t enough, in a frenzy, Josh’s mouth attached itself to your inner thigh, kissing eagerly, lapping against your sensitive skin, and beginning to climb higher by the moment. Utterly overwhelmed by the feeling, by his desire, you found yourself growing lightheaded, panting out, “You wanna taste it, Josh?”
Between hungry kisses to the inside of your thighs, he looked up at you with a wild ferocity in his eyes you’d never seen before, and his voice was husky as he breathed out a low, hot, “Not want. Need.”
He had left you speechless, the only sound escaping your lips a desperate whimper of arousal that made Josh groan against your skin as he continued his ascent. Moving higher with every kiss, every lick, every graze of his teeth— you were trembling as Josh grew closer and closer to your burning heat. It had been a long time since any man had made you ache like this, and you couldn’t believe just how badly you needed him, how little you cared about anything beyond the promise of his tongue.
Josh was nearing the apex of your thighs now, only inches away from where you needed him most. The feeling of his lips and his facial hair, watching the way his nose pressed into the soft skin of your upper thigh… keeping your eyes on him felt addictive. He was a work of art, devoting his mouth and body to your pleasure, and you couldn’t look away. That was, until Josh fulfilled his promise— hands gripping your thighs and eyes right on yours as he pushed his head forward, immediately pressing a slow, wet kiss directly to your pussy.
The cry that left your lips was louder and more desperate than any of the moans Josh had already drawn out of you, and your thighs immediately tightened around his head, your hands flying back into his hair as you threw your head back. Josh had flattened his tongue, licking a stripe along the entire length of your slit, before letting his tongue explore your folds, his lips kissing and sucking all the while. You were practically incoherent already, astonished at how he could possibly be so good at this. Expletives were falling from your lips completely outside of your control, your desperate moans of “Oh, God… fuck…!” only serving to encourage Josh further, pressing his face in even deeper and sucking at your clit, his mustache tickling at your most sensitive spots while his hands kept a white-knuckled grip on your thighs.
You were practically seeing stars, tugging at Josh’s hair in unbridled ecstasy as he started flicking his tongue against your clit, at a speed you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. The feeling made you let out a sound so needy and pornographic, you hardly recognized yourself. Pleas began to tumble from your lungs as your thighs started to shake, the pleasure building quicker than you ever could have imagined. “Please, please… oh, God, Josh, don’t stop…”
His fingers dug into your thighs as if to assure you that he was not going to stop, his tongue continuing to flick and lash at your clit from every angle, lapping at your wetness, humming and groaning into your heat. Devouring you as if it was his last meal, Josh looked up at you with his brown eyes wide, sparkling, practically innocent; and the sight had you choking on your own breath, his name escaping your lips in a desperate whine— and the sound of that, perhaps combined with the taste of you, left Josh’s eyes rolling up into his head, eyelashes fluttering wildly, as he worked your cunt with his tongue. The sight, combined with his relentless worship of your pussy, the lapping of his tongue against your clit, sent you right over the edge— all at once, you were moaning louder than ever as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your thighs clenched and tightened around Josh’s head as he groaned into your pussy, licking up your release as you gushed onto his tongue. The orgasm was all-consuming, wracking every inch of your body with shudders, and Josh made sure to work you through every second of it, keeping his pace until you began to come down. Only then did he slow his tongue, beginning to press slow, passionate, gentle kisses to your pussy as the last few spasms of pleasure coursed through you. He only pulled back when your grip in his hair loosened, turning to gentle strokes of your fingertips through his curls.
With one final, soft kiss to your heat, Josh came up from between your legs, licking his lips and looking at you almost bashfully, his face flushed and slick with your release. The sweetness in his gaze combined with the depravity of the moment sent yet another shiver down your spine. Chest heaving and eyes glazed over, you let out an incredulous giggle, savoring the softness of his hair under your fingertips, and the way he was looking at you. “Jesus, Josh… you didn’t tell me you were so good at that,” you teased, still somewhat in shock at the fact that all of this was really happening.
“You never asked,” he teased back, sticking his tongue between his teeth, and the sight had butterflies erupting in your stomach all over again. You were struck by an overwhelming need to kiss him, and you again let your hands find his necklace, beginning to tug him back up towards you, and you watched Josh’s eyes widen and lips part as he raised himself to close the distance between the two of you once more. This time, when your lips met and Josh licked into your mouth, you could taste yourself on Josh’s lips and tongue, and that little fact combined with his soft moan into the kiss left your body growing hot all over again.
You kissed sloppily for another minute or two, letting your hands begin to slide up and down Josh’s chest, and the sounds your touches were eliciting from the man positioned between your legs were making your mind grow foggy. In the midst of the kiss, Josh’s hips pressed up against your core, his clothed erection rubbing up against your bare cunt, and the feeling made the both of you gasp. Josh pulled back a little to capture his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When he opened them again, you already knew exactly what you wanted. “Josh…?” you asked softly, seductively, and his gaze on you alone had you practically seeing stars. “You made me feel so good… please… let me return the favor…”
As the words left your lips, you were sliding out of your position on the couch, keeping your gaze directly on Josh. “Stand up for me? Please?” you asked, your eyes wide, your teeth grazing your own lower lip. He was mesmerized, looking at you with so much visible desire that you could hardly think straight, but stood up for you, his body practically glowing in the soft, golden light. Through your haze, you were able to sink down onto the floor, finally ending up exactly where you wanted to be. Kneeling in front of him. At eye level with the bulge straining through Josh’s pajama pants. Looking up at him with those same doe eyes, you slid a hand up the inside of his thigh, and Josh let out a soft, melodic groan, his own hand falling to stroke your cheek and run his fingers through your hair. His tender touches only served to encourage you more as your hand stroked further and further upwards, before finally reaching its destination— wrapping around the visible bulge in his pajama pants and giving it a squeeze, arousal flooding your veins at both the feeling of his hard cock in your hand and the moan that escaped Josh at your touch. It had been so long since you’d done this, since you’d been with anyone who had a cock, but… Josh knew that. He’d known that for almost as long as you’d known him at all. And somehow, the fact that it was him you were here with, exploring, rediscovering— truly made any nerves or hesitation you might’ve had disappear without a thought. “Fuck, you’re hard, baby…” you breathed out, looking up at Josh through your lashes, and the use of the affectionate pet name made his grip tighten in your hair.
“It’s all for you,” Josh replied, his voice husky, his breaths coming hard and fast. The sight of his toned chest rising and falling so rapidly in combination with his words was making your head spin as your hands slid higher, hooking around his waistband. He groaned a little, his hips bucking involuntarily at the loss of contact, but his next words were low, seductive. “You wanna see what you do to me, mama?”
A soft moan slipped from you at his question, and you were nodding before you found the words. “Yeah, Josh… I wanna see it…” His teeth sunk into his bottom lip once more as he watched you through lust-blown, darkened eyes, cocking his head, which made his curls fall across his forehead in a way that made you squeeze your thighs together involuntarily. Finally, you couldn’t resist any longer, tugging down Josh’s pajama pants while he kept his gaze on you, hungry and intense. And when you laid eyes on his cock for the first time, the wave of desire that crashed over you was enough to leave you utterly and completely dazed.
“Prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” you whispered, almost reverent, and Josh let out a giggle so breathless and aroused that you felt yourself grow practically lightheaded, his cheeks somehow flushing even redder at the compliment. The statement was the inarguable truth; you had slept with comparatively few men as opposed to women, and not one of them had a cock that left your mouth watering the way Josh’s already had— upon sight alone. He was deliciously thick, the head of his cock an identical rosy pink to his plush lips and slick with precum, making his own desire more than evident. You were left awestruck, staring at all of him for a moment, wondering how it was possible that tonight’s events had truly led to the situation you were currently in.
He was gazing at you through heavy-lidded eyes as you lifted your hand, reaching out and letting your fingertip trace all the way up the one pretty vein that ran up the underside of Josh’s cock. At your feather-light touch alone, Josh shuddered, his fingers curling in your hair and a sigh escaping his lips. “God, lover…” the words left him in a husky whisper, so low and breathy, and the sound had you squeezing your thighs together all over again. Blinking up at him innocently, you spit into your hand, shivering when Josh let out a little growl at the sight. Your heart racing, you wrapped all your fingers around the base of Josh’s thick cock, savoring the feeling of his warm skin, and the moan that slipped from him was so pretty you couldn’t wait any longer, starting to pump your hand slowly up and down his length. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching the way his expression changed, how his plush lips fell open, his brows knitting together a little, as he moaned out, “Oh, fuck…” Stroking him up and down, you began to repeatedly swipe your thumb over the head of his cock, and the action was making Josh grow breathless underneath you. You heard him sigh your name, his chest heaving, his hips beginning to buck against the motions of your hand.
Feeling drunk on desire and the way Josh was somehow continuing to harden in your grasp, you were unable to make yourself wait any longer. “I love this cock, Josh…” you managed to breathe out, another wave of desire washing over you as he tugged harder at your roots, biting his lip. “…and fuck, I need a taste….” The arousal was written all over Josh’s face, his cheeks flushed red and his mouth still hanging open.
His voice was breathier, a little shakier, when he opened his mouth to reply. “Go ahead, lover… it’s all yours…” The sound of that particular nickname leaving his lips while urging you to go on, his tone almost needy, made your eyes nearly roll back into your head with desire. Keeping your gaze on Josh while you continued to stroke his cock, you leaned forward, your head spinning and breaths coming fast and heavy. And when your lips touched his sensitive skin, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, the sound that escaped Josh was enough to send a lightning bolt of arousal straight through your entire body. His eyes were wide, lust-blown, his pretty lips hanging open as his chest heaved, tangling his fingers in your hair as your kisses turned into kitten licks to his head, exploring his soft skin, lapping at his arousal.
Josh was falling apart so quickly, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Reeling from the taste of him, you started taking him deeper into your mouth, flames of desire licking up into your lower stomach with every moan from Josh, every buck of his hips. Expletives fell from his lips like a prayer as you continued, feeling every inch of him as you took him deeper into your mouth, further down your throat. Practically gagging on the sheer size of him, you finally reached the base of his cock, the tip of your nose pressing up against his pelvis as you blinked up at him with wide, almost innocent eyes. A strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaped him, his fingers holding a white-knuckled grip in your hair, while his whole face, neck, and even the top of his chest were flushing pink with arousal. “God… fuck… look at you… so fucking beautiful,” he was panting out, his words coming out in a desperate, rambling groan. You had never seen Josh so incoherent, and the sight was beyond dizzying. His praise was electrifying, and finally, you hollowed your cheeks around him, beginning to bob your head up and down his length. Josh let out a loud, uninhibited moan, throwing his head back and letting out another strangled “Fuck… oh, Jesus Christ…”
His moans, his body, his cock; it was all so unbearably addictive. The way his chest was rising and falling with such rapid, intense gasps. The way he was bucking his hips back against your eager mouth. The way his fat cock was somehow still getting harder, thicker inside your mouth. Swelling. Throbbing. The drool was practically dripping down your chin as you sucked him off, bobbing up and down, using your tongue to explore as you watched his contorted, blissed-out expression shift with spine-tingling curiosity. Josh’s hands were practically trembling in your hair as he continued to moan, praise, and curse— the words seeming to fall from his lips entirely involuntarily, as though erupting from his soul itself while you let his pleasure build.
You had almost entirely lost yourself in the taste of his cock, the way it was stretching your jaw, how it felt filling up your mouth and throat, that you were caught by surprise when Josh started pulling back with a shudder, his hard cock slipping from your lips with an obscene pop. Any confusion that you felt, however, was immediately dissipated when Josh breathed out, voice husky, “God, mama… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you don’t stop… and, fuck…” he was helping you stand to meet him at eye level again, his eyes dark and desperate as he stroked a hand through your hair, down past your cheek, dragging his fingertips down your neck. “I need to fuck you, lover…”
Hearing him say those words made your mouth fall open a little, beginning to nod before you could even speak. “Oh, God… please, Josh… fuck me. I need it. Please, just fuck me…” Upon hearing that, Josh was growling again, the sound still making your entire body tremble, as he began walking you backwards towards his sofa, his hands on your body and his eyes on yours, intense and hungry. Before long, you were trying to keep your breathing steady as Josh laid you down on the couch, his eyes all over you, his necklace dangling over you enticingly. Your heart pounding, you sat up against the arm of the sofa, biting your lip at Josh as you slowly, teasingly opened your legs wide for him. His gaze was ravenous as you blinked up at him, breathing out a soft, tantalizing, “Come and get it…”
That was all Josh needed. Immediately, he was climbing on top of you, positioning his flushed, firm body between your legs and letting one hand rest on either side of you on the arm of the couch. His face hovered above yours, his cheeks red and his eyes dark with arousal, as one hand landed on your shoulder, pinning you to the arm of the couch underneath him—- the action immediately sucking all of the air from your lungs. His free hand now began to slide down your body as he cocked his head, studying your expression with hungry brown eyes as he groped at your tits, then let his hand slide down your stomach, before letting his fingers part your folds. You moaned, bucking your hips into his touch, and a groan escaped Josh at that as he stared at you incredulously. “Fuck, mama… you’re so fucking wet…”
“God, Josh, it’s what you fucking do to me,” you panted, little whimpers and sighs escaping your lips as he gathered your wetness on his fingertips, before trailing up to play with your clit. After a moment of this, he trailed his fingers down, letting his index finger tease and press at your entrance, and you were moaning, nodding your head, the eye contact that Josh was maintaining heightening every feeling, every sensation. Upon your nod, he was pushing one long finger up into your cunt, and you were crying out all over again, your walls immediately clenching around him— and that drove both of you into near madness, as you immediately leaned up to kiss Josh as hard as you possibly could, moaning into his mouth, bucking your hips against his hand as he began to fuck you with his finger, pumping it in and out, getting your cunt ready for his cock.
You were grabbing at his body, at his necklace, his curls, pulling back to stammer pleas desperately against his lips. “More… God, Josh, I need more…” the words left your mouth in a rambling, desperate beg, and the low groan of desire that escaped him in response made your eyes roll back a little even before he slid a second finger into your pussy, fucking them in and out of your wetness as you writhed beneath him.
“What do you need?” His voice was husky, teasing, his eyes heavy-lidded and never leaving yours, his nose hovering millimeters above your own. Your heart felt like it could give out within your chest at any moment as Josh’s fingers worked you, stretched you. “I wanna hear you say it, lover…”
“Fuck, Josh… oh, God, I need your cock. Please…” you begged, reaching out and tugging at his curls, savoring the way he leaned into your touch. “…I’ve imagined it so many times, baby… please just fuck me…”
Those words, the admission that you’d pictured this before on numerous occasions, must’ve been exactly what Josh was looking for, as a moan even lower, darker, huskier left his lips. “Fuck, mama… sound so fucking pretty when you beg….” You shuddered at this, looking up at him with pleading eyes, as Josh nodded slowly, and pulled his fingers from your dripping pussy, the loss of contact making you shiver. You watched, dazed, desperate, as he wrapped those same fingers around his hard, thick cock; giving it a few solid pumps before lining it up at your entrance. The look in his eyes was unlike anything you’d ever seen before— powerful, commanding, full of need, while still unbearably affectionate. Practically loving. You could hardly think, drunk on your desire, gaze fixed on the beautiful man hovering above you. Teasingly, teeth sinking into his lower lip, Josh began to rub the head of his cock up and down your soaked slit, and the friction left you whining and bucking your hips desperately against him, his own mouth falling open at the contact. “Gonna fuck you so good, lover… so hard, so deep… gonna have you fucking screaming for me, mama…”
He didn’t even give you the time you needed to process his filthy words— because it was right as Josh spoke that he was pushing his hips forward, his hard, fat cock parting your folds, sliding into your tight, soaked cunt, inch after inch filling you up and stretching you out. Your eyes flew open wide, your mouth falling completely open alongside them as a moan louder than any you’d let out all night escaped your lungs. You weren’t alone, Josh’s own mouth hanging open with pleasure as his eyes rolled back a little, lashes fluttering wildly as he pushed in, up to the hilt. Your chest was heaving, hands desperately reaching to grab at Josh’s body, his strong arms, as little gasps and whimpers left your lips. “Oh, Josh… fuck… you’re so thick…”
He was groaning a little, fighting to keep his eyes open against the overwhelming pleasure of your cunt wrapped around his cock. “So fucking tight…” he managed, his voice restrained, rough, almost shaky. “…gonna move, lover…. you ready? You wanna get fucked?” It was all so overwhelming already, so dizzying, and you were nodding with unbridled desperation, clinging to his biceps as you fought to catch your breath. Yet, as Josh fulfilled his promise, it was clear you wouldn’t be finding your breath anytime soon.
Slowly, he was pulling back nearly all the way… before immediately thrusting his hips forward with such intensity, such purpose, that you cried out instantly, your hand flying to grip Josh’s necklace, which had been dangling just above your breasts ever since he climbed on top of you. He started slow, but the measured pace didn’t last long as he began to pick up speed, starting to thrust harder, faster, deeper. You were so quickly being rendered incoherent as his thick cock pushed in and out, hammering into your cunt and stretching you deliciously with every hard thrust. Moans of his name began to fall from your lips as he fucked you, and you found yourself wrapping your legs around his torso, hanging your head back with overwhelming pleasure as Josh fucked up into you again and again.
“You feel that, lover….? Fuck… you’re squeezing me… so fucking tight…” Josh was groaning, his gaze heavy, his eyelids fluttering, his eyes threatening to roll back again and again. He was twitching inside of you, throbbing, even, and the feeling was beyond intoxicating as you felt your thighs beginning to tremble around him.
“Oh, God… don’t stop, Josh, don’t stop… feels so good…” you were moaning, rolling your hips in response to his relentless thrusts, feeling your pleasure beginning to build rapidly for the second time that night. He growled, beginning to fuck you even harder, adjusting so he was slamming his hips into you from a new angle— and when the head of his cock began to shove up against your g-spot with every thrust, the cry that left your throat was so needy, so desperate, so whiny that it elicited a moan of matching intensity from Josh.
“I can feel you… fuckin’ clenching,” he was groaning, not once slowing the pace of his thrusts, his hand still pinning you to the arm of the couch below him as he fucked you. “You gonna cum again for me, sugar? Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock this time?”
You were whimpering, nodding, tears beginning to well in your eyes as Josh pounded into you, your tits bouncing with every hard thrust of his cock into your pussy. He never once hesitated, only continuing to hammer into you, his gaze intensifying, his sounds growing hungrier, more uninhibited. “Not gonna stop, sugar… gonna fuck you ‘til you’re cumming all over this hard cock… make this tight, pretty pussy cum for me…..”
His words were growing filthier by the moment, and it was only making your head spin even faster, your thighs tremble even harder, your grip on his necklace tighten as the heat began to build deep within your core. Tears began to spill from your eyes; the pleasure starting to become almost overwhelming, moments away from the edge— and Josh must’ve been able to tell, because all of a sudden, his fingers were right back on your clit, circling it mercilessly as his cock slammed into you again and again… and that was all it took.
With a desperate, pornographic cry of his name, you were clenching down onto Josh’s cock as your orgasm crashed over you. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked your entire body as you clung desperately to Josh, moaning again and again and trembling, shaking almost violently against him, seeing stars and practically sobbing as you melted into euphoria.
Josh was groaning, fucking you as hard as he could through your orgasm, his eyes beginning to roll back— and he managed to pull himself from your cunt just in time, your name leaving his lips in a desperate moan alongside a string of obscenities as he exploded all over your stomach, stroking his cock and bucking his hips into his hand. His expression was damn near angelic, his brows knitted together, his mouth wide open with ecstasy, before he caught his lower lip between his teeth, thrusting up into his hand as he finished riding out his high.
Slowly, slowly, gasping for air, you found yourself beginning to return to Earth, your grip loosening on Josh’s arms but refusing to let go, still savoring the feeling of his soft, warm skin; his muscles flexing underneath your fingertips. The chorus of moans between the two of you had evolved into breathless sighs as Josh collapsed onto you; and when you finally managed to open your eyes, you found yourself giggling without even meaning to— your head still spinning, your heart still racing.
Josh was breathing hard, a bashful grin on his face as his own eyes fluttered open, gazing down at you with what could only be described as adoration. Reaching up to run a hand through his tousled curls, you giggled again, your heart swelling in your chest at the way he was looking at you, before he began to join you in your shy laughter. “Wow…” you managed, biting your lip a little, as he let out a giggle of his own, nodding in agreement. You felt heat rising in your own cheeks as you admitted shyly, “Josh, I… you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you.”
He smiled at you, the affection in his gaze making you practically breathless as he said, “Truthfully? I think I do… because I’m sure I’ve wanted it just as long,” letting his arms slip around you, and the feeling was a new kind of dizzying. You giggled again, before leaning up to press another kiss to his lips— this one soft, slow, lingering. The frenzied hurry that had motivated the majority of your actions had dissipated as you realized, with a rush of excitement, that you had all the time in the world.
When the kiss broke, you were laughing again, running your hands across his arms, up to his cheeks, savoring the way his eyes fluttered shut at your touches. “All the time we’ve wasted…” you sighed with a grin, thinking about the months you’d spent pining after him, certain that your thoughts and feelings weren’t reciprocated. He was smiling down at you, holding you close to his body.
“We’re here now,” Josh said with a grin, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “And I intend to make the most out of every moment…” as you felt yourself blushing all over again, your heart racing. This really was just the beginning.
It was a long time before the two of you managed to work up the motivation to move from your positions tangled together on the couch, but Josh’s promise of a warm shower and the invitation to share his bed was more than enough to convince you. As he helped you to your feet, his arm wrapping around your waist while your thighs trembled, you felt your heart nearly overflowing with affection. When you turned to look at him, however, a thought struck you that left you giggling all over again, leaving Josh looking at you with a curious grin, arching an eyebrow inquisitively. “What’s bringing on that cute giggle now…?”
You grinned at him, biting your lip and leaning in to press another kiss to his cheek. “Tonight may have been our best adventure yet.”
He laughed again, his happiness utterly infectious, as he leaned in, his lips only millimeters from yours. “And we’ve got plenty more to come, lover.” Closing the distance between the two of you, this kiss was gentle, passionate. A promise that he was yours. That you were his.
As you two headed towards his room, his arm around your waist, there was one thing that was certain. No matter what else was to come, you knew that Josh was right. You two had so many adventures in store.
And you couldn’t wait to rediscover it all.
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Let's Share (full version)
Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka
Summary: You're undeniably Danny's but, he doesn't mind sharing.
Word Count: 3.7k+
Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) Unprotected sex, rough sex, little bit of m!dom/f!sub roles, serious praise kink, a little spitting, pussy slapping, squirting, a teensy bit between Danny and Josh, perhaps a tinge of jealousy, a little cum play and breeding kink mixed in there.
a/n: This is pure filth, ya'll. And I'm not sorry one bit. ;)
ENJOY. 🤍
Danny has always been so good about making sure your every need, want and desire is met. You’ve never once questioned his devotion to you. He never denies you a single thing. He’s wrapped tight around your finger, doing any and everything he can to ensure your every happiness.
The two of you have talked about adding a guest to your most intimate times for a while now. A little fantasy of yours, if you will. You’ve always relished in the thought of Danny sharing you with someone while making it undoubtedly clear that you belong to him, and only him. Danny quite likes the idea, too. The idea of showing you off, of showing off what’s his. It turns him on endlessly.
As far as who would be joining you, there wasn’t much question for either one of you.
You’ve always been a little flirty with Josh. A little handsy, too. The two of you have always had this understanding that it was purely platonic. But…you’d be deceiving yourself if you didn’t acknowledge your deep desires, if you pushed down your undeniable attraction to him. You know that sometimes you take it too far, you push your limits a little further each time he’s around. Danny never seems to mind too much. He’s rest assured in the fact that he’s the one taking you home every night. His name is the one you’re screaming over and over again in the mix of your bedsheets.
No, he never minds. Well, except for this one little incident a few months back. You, Josh and Danny had been driving around all day in Danny’s convertible, enjoying the wonderful springtide. You were sitting in the backseat directly behind Josh while Danny manned the wheel. Josh was in charge of playing the music, but had to use Danny’s phone to play it from. You were feeling particularly risqué, and decided to send a slew of raunchy text messages to Danny’s phone, knowing good and damn well that Josh would be the one to read them.
You will surely never forget the look on Josh’s face as you watched him in the side view mirror. His smug, lazy grin that crept on the side of his mouth deliciously as he read each dirty thing you sent. He had to shift himself in his seat a few times for what you can only assume was due to a growing issue in his lap. You had him right where you wanted him.
Each text you sent grew more and more vulgar, until Danny finally caught on as he happened to catch a glimpse of one of your little messages while sitting at a stoplight.
He turned to look at you, glaring eyes making heated contact with yours. He was pissed. And you got the exact reaction you wanted.
He fucked you absolutely senseless that night. Your vulgarity towards Josh brought out his dominant and possessive side.
Soon after the little incident, you both had decided it was time to ask Josh to join. Of which, he happily obliged.
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Tonights the night you’ve been anxiously awaiting. You have no idea what to expect, and that’s the fun part.
You’re standing before the two men in your black lingerie set that leaves very little to the imagination.
“Come here.” Danny says, his finger wagging you towards him.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that? And you’re all mine. But tonight, I’m going to share you. Because sharing is caring, isn't that right, sweetheart?” His lips meet your neck, leaving you breathless both at the feeling of his wet lips and his words.
“Y-yes, Danny…”
“Good girl. Just one more thing.” He lightly grabs your throat while summoning Josh over. “You know what you’re supposed to call me, and it isn’t Danny. Let me hear you say it.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Ah, there you go. And what are you going to call Josh?”
“Sir.”
“Good girl.”
His lips come crashing into yours, his hand wrapped tightly in the hair at the base of your neck while the other moves gently up and down your arm.
You feel a presence from behind as Josh makes his way in. His lips lightly peck the exposed skin on your upper back and shoulder as he sweeps away the hair falling out of Danny’s grasp, moving the strap of your bra down to gain better access.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, y/n.” His kisses move up as Danny maneuvers your head to expose your neck to Josh. “I’ve thought about this for so long…” he whispers between kisses “…only been able to dream about you…how you taste, how you feel, how you sound…”
Danny suddenly spins you around to face Josh, his body pressed firmly against your back.
“Give him some attention, baby.”
You lock eyes with him as you smile and bite your lower lip. He smiles back at you, his golden sunrise eyes now darkening to a dusk.
“Hi, y/n. M’gonna kiss you now, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” A hint of desperation present in your voice.
His soft lips collide with yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He hums and whimpers at the taste of you while he steals the breath from your lungs.
Danny moves the other strap of your bra still covering your shoulder as he leans down to lick a long and slow stripe up to your neck, ending at your earlobe that he pulls between his teeth, eliciting a moan from you straight into Josh's mouth that he happily swallows.
Danny's hands move down the expanse of your back and stop at the waistband of your panties. He plays with them a bit before slowly pulling them down your thighs. He bends down to help you lift your legs to take them off all the way, kissing the backs of your thighs on the way down. He stands back up and grabs your throat, pulling you away from Josh's mouth.
“Let’s show him how pretty you are.”
He leads you back to the bed where he sits, pulling you down to his lap facing forward. He lifts your legs up and holds them open, feet planted on his knees, leaving you fully exposed to Josh.
His hands slowly rub up and down your thighs. You’re trembling, shaking. You’re desperate for him to touch you. For Josh to touch you. You’re not above begging, and you’re almost to that point.
Josh is watching you with lust gracing his features as he palms his massive erection through his pants.
“She’s…she’s unbelievable, Danny..”
“Mmhm. She’s dripping, isn’t she?” His nose brushes up against the side of your head. You’re hardly breathing. You’re making a mess of Danny’s lap without hardly a single touch.
“Pretty girl need her pussy played with? Want Josh to watch you cum?”
His hand is hovering just above your soaking wet core, barely brushing over where you need his touch the most.
“Please sir, please..”
“Please what, doll?”
“Please make me cum…let Josh watch..”
You buck your hips to chase his hand. You’re trembling almost uncontrollably.
He pity’s you and wastes no more time. The pad of his finger begins tracing delicate circles over your clit.
“Look how pretty she is, Josh. All spread open like this. Her gorgeous, throbbing cunt…”
Josh is staring at you, bottom lip tucked in his mouth, eyes heavy while he continuously gropes his clothed cock that you want freed so badly as Danny’s toying with you.
“Fuck…you’re fucking perfect. Danny making you feel good, sweetheart?”
Danny’s fingers pick up in intensity, causing you to try and close your legs.
His palm comes cracking down on your aching pussy, driving out a yelp from you.
“Uh uh. Keep them open. Let him watch.”
He quickly drives his middle and ring fingers inside of you, your wetness making it an easy glide.
His fingers quicken to a breathtaking pace. The lewd sounds coming from you, Danny whispering, huffing and groaning in your ear, the beautiful indecency of Josh watching you get finger fucked, it's all becoming too much. You feel your stomach tightening, your skin tingling and heating, your imminent release creeping closer and closer when suddenly he pulls his fingers out. He scoffs and lands another slap to your throbbing core.
“What’s the rule, baby?” he says while placing far too gentle kisses to your temple.
“Ask…I have to ask to cum.” You're gulping in small breaths of air, trying to come down from what you know would’ve been an intense orgasm.
“That’s right. And what were you about to do?”
His fingers have returned to rubbing soft and slow circles around your clit. Your breathing becomes more and more hitched.
“I was about to cum, sir.”
“That’s what I thought. You’re going to ask me next time, got it? You ask Josh, too. And we’ll decide together if you can cum.”
“Yes, sir.” Your words are slurred whispers as you’ve become lost in the slow movements of Danny’s finger.
“Oh, poor baby. Her poor little cunt needs a kiss, Josh. Come over here and make her feel better.”
Josh eagerly makes his way to you, bending down, face level with your quivering and helplessly soaked cunt.
“Pretty, pretty girl. So pink. So lovely.” he says while kissing the insides of your thighs.
Danny’s fingers hold your dripping pussy open while he keeps you still on his lap, giving Josh full access to your most delicate spots.
Josh leans in, giving your clit an open mouthed kiss.
“She’s so swollen, Danny. I think you were a little rough on her.” He looks up at you with a wink as you smile back at him.
He delves in with his tongue, adding small flicks just under your clit. The sensation is nearly overwhelming in your exposed position.
Danny’s fingers create a v around Josh’s tongue, rubbing up and down your center until they meet your entrance. He pushes them in while Josh laps and sucks at you.
Here it is. You’re back in the throes of your ecstasy. Your body tremors as Danny keeps you still.
“F-fuck…sir, I- can I please cum?”
“Hm. What do you think, Josh? Has she earned it?”
Josh's tongue joins Danny’s fingers that are pounding into you without relent, simultaneously fucking into you with his tongue as he takes turns with Danny’s coated digits. He brings his thumb up to continue his attack on your sensitive clit, adding the missing touch to your impending peak.
“Cum for us, angel. All over my face and Danny’s hand. Make a beautiful, fucking mess.”
You’re instantly pulled into the trenches of your release, shaking uncontrollably, feeling your orgasm become all consuming. Every muscle in your body tenses as Danny continues to hold you still. You can’t speak, only strained wails manage to escape your lips. Josh works you through it, licking and kissing you to bring you back to this plane of existence. You look down at him to see that you had, in fact, made a fucking mess. His face is drenched with you, his mustache gleaming in the low light. All you can hear are mumbled praises from Danny.
“Ah, that’s my good girl. So fucking good, doll.”
“Oh, Danny…” Josh looks at you with the most loving admiration, marveling at his shared work “…we have to make her do that again.” His lips ghost over you, a slight overstimulation that you can’t escape from. His tongue works diligently to catch every drop of you that is covering your body, humming as he savors the taste.
He leans up, closing in on Danny, resting against the mess of sweaty curls plastered to his forehead. “She so fucking sweet, Danny…”
“Give me a taste..”
Danny holds his mouth open wide as Josh spits, then brings him in for a deep kiss as Danny purrs against his lips.
You watch them in sheer awe as this is turning you on beyond belief, but admittedly you’re missing their touch as you writhe against Danny’s lap.
“I think she’s feeling left out, Joshy..” He’s hardly speaking above a whisper. His voice is but a tantalizing, sultry tune.
“Come here, beautiful.” Danny leans in to you, tongue darting in your mouth. You taste the remainder of yourself mixed with the sweetness that is purely your Danny.
“Doing so good for us, y/n.” Josh says as his fingertips grace your neck.
Danny lifts you off his lap and lays you down on your back. His body travels down yours slowly, his mouth hovering just above your heated skin. He kisses just above your clit before leaning away from you completely.
“You know, Josh, she likes it a little rough,” He’s unbuckling his belt at an agonizingly slow pace. “likes to be fucked stupid. Her tight little cunt can take it…” He finally removes his pants completely, revealing his ridiculously hard, beautiful cock. “...can’t she, baby?”
Fuck. You love when he talks to you, about you, like this. And talking to Josh about you, no less. It’s lewd, it’s nasty, it’s fucking sexy. You’ve envisioned this more times that you can count.
Josh has followed suit in removing his clothing. His body is beautifully sculpted, a bit different from the Grecian god physique of your stunning Danny, but an image of mythology, nonetheless. You’ve seen his body before, but never like this. You can’t help but stare at his gorgeous, thick cock, thinking of all the ways you want him to use it with you.
Danny takes notice if your gazing as he sits on his knees next to your head, fist full of his cock.
“I think she likes what she sees, Josh.” He grabs your chin to point your gaze in his direction. “Like what you see? Want him to fuck you?” The tip of his cock slides ever so gently against your lips. All you can do is nod in agreement.
“Use your words, sweet girl.” Josh says as he begins to line himself up with you. “Tell me you want me to fuck you while you suck Danny’s cock. Tell me. Let us hear you say it, then we’ll give you what you want.” Josh's dominant side has finally emerged. You clench hard around nothing as he teases you with his dick and his words.
“Yes, please…fuck me, Josh. Need to feel you inside.”
You leave a chaste kiss on Danny’s cock, letting him know you need him just as badly.
“Need you in my mouth, baby.”
With that, Danny pulls your hair back and sinks inside of your mouth, going all the way to the back of your throat. Before you can even react, Josh slowly slides inside of you, all the way to the hilt.
The stretch from him is different. He feels so wonderfully different.
You feel so full with them both tucked away inside of you. You’re sure there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
Josh gives you a second to adjust to him before pulling out completely only to plunge into you with much more force this time.
You gasp around Danny as he takes the opportunity to fuck himself deeper in your mouth. You gag and whimper around his length as Josh picks up his pace to a vigorous one. His hand is splayed out on your belly while the other has a tight grip on your hip, adding to the intense pleasure creeping from inside. You feel him everywhere inside of you. Deep inside of you.
“God, you’re taking us so well, y/n. So fucking well. So good, baby.” He decorates each word with hard, deep thrusts into you.
Danny is buried deep in your throat, going from warming his cock to fucking it deeper. “You look so beautiful with a cock in your throat and your cunt, baby girl. Doesn’t she look pretty, Josh? Tell her how pretty she looks.”
“Fuck-she looks so goddamn beautiful.”
You feel the levees beginning to break, your skin on fire as your body is on the brink of overflow.
Danny pulls out of your mouth, staring down at you with a smirk gracing his beautiful face as he huffs out a smug laugh.
“Think I don’t know when my baby is about to cum? I can see it in your eyes, y/n. Go on, ask us permission.” His hand is cupping your face, whipping away the tears that have fallen on your cheeks.
“Pl-please, can I please cum, sir?”
Danny points your attention to Josh who’s watching you intently, ready for your request.
“Fuck! Sir, please, can I cum? I-I need it so, so bad, sir, please!”
Josh grins widely at you, realizing the power he holds with one simple answer. He waits a moment, tormenting you with his silence as you’re creeping closer and closer to your break.
He leans down to suck love marks in your chest and neck, edging you along even further. It’s becoming almost unbearable, his dick feels so good. You’re not sure you can hold it any longer.
“Go ahead, sweet girl. Give it to me. Let that sweet pussy cry all over my cock.”
Fucking finally.
Your body convulses, your vision blurred with ecstasy as you’re at last met with your release. You’ve covered Josh, coated him with your juices.
“Need to cum, love. Where do you want me?”
Still coming down from your high, you manage to say the word “mouth” while in your completely fucked out state.
Josh moves to the other side of your head as he lazily strokes his cock.
“Tongue.”
You eagerly open for him, tongue out and ready as he pumps himself a few times before spilling completely in your mouth, not a single drop of him wasted. You swallow him down instantly.
“Good, sweet girl.” He leans down, kissing your lips softly.
Suddenly, you feel strong hands grab at your hips, flinging you on your stomach so quickly that you hardly have time to register whats happened.
You feel Danny’s presence as he hovers his body over yours, lips tracing your upper back, nibbling and biting at your shoulders, his hands lifting your ass in the air.
“Miss me, baby doll?”
Fuck, did you miss him. You loved having Josh, but nothing quite compares to your Danny.
“Yes, sir.”
He lines himself up with your entrance. You start to lift up on your elbows, but Josh's palm lays flat on your back to keep you down.
“Wanna watch you, just like this.” He says as he brushes your messy hair from your face, eyes fixed on your kiss swollen lips.
Danny begins pushing himself in….fuck. Something about him, about how perfectly he fills you, stretches you….no matter how many times he’s fucked you, you still have to adjust to his size. You’re almost screaming at the feeling, so ready for him to ruin you.
He finally fills you up all the way, his stomach resting against your ass. “Ready, baby?”
“Fuck….yes, yes sir I-“
Before you can finish your plea, he pulls out and slams into you. He reaches a brutal pace.
“Josh fucks you so well, doesn’t he? But this…” he plunges as deep as he can go. “…this is mine. You’re mine.”
He’s right. Josh is fucking incredible. But Danny…your tall, broad lover…nothing, no one, will ever take the place of him. You're his. And he is yours.
Your wails of pleasure fill the room. With every yelp, every moan, Josh is praising you.
“Doing so good…taking him so well. He’s fucking your sweet pussy just how you like, huh? His big cock feel good in your tight little cunt?” Words are impossible. You’ve simply lost the ability to verbalize any coherent thought. “Yeah, it does. Fucking her so good she can’t speak, Danny.”
Danny lands a swift crack to your ass, making you gasp as Josh smiles at you.
“Isn’t this pussy fucking perfect? Takes it so well. Fuck, doll. You’re squeezing me so tight. Ask Joshy nice and sweet and maybe he’ll let you cum all over me.”
You’re trying your best, but you can’t seem to muster up the words. All that's able to escape your lips is a quiet whisper. “Please…”
“Oh, I can’t deny you, beautiful. Cum. Make a mess one more time. Let’s see it, honey..”
Danny fucks you faster and harder as your cumming hard around his cock. You're soaking the sheets, you're soaking your beautiful Danny. Whimpers and mewls leave your mouth. Danny’s tight grip on your ass and hips is the only thing keeping you up. You’re on the verge of collapse from experiencing the most mind numbing pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. So good, making such a gorgeous mess of his cock.”
Danny’s beautiful grunts and moans tell you he’s nearing his peak. His pace becoming more faltered, his cock twitching inside of you.
“Gonna cum, doll. Gonna fill you nice and full.”
With that, you feel him empty deep inside of you, slowing his pace but not stopping completely. The feeling of his release mixed with yours…it’s entrancing.
He slowly fucks his cum into you, watching as a little drips down your thighs.
Josh is wiping away the sweat from your forehead, brushing his thumb over your cheek and giving you praise after praise.
Danny pulls out slowly, leaving you missing him almost instantly.
You fully collapse on the bed, your hips falling on Josh's body. Danny lies down on the other side of you, sandwiching you between them both.
“You okay, doll?” He says as he plants soft, sweet kisses on your shoulder.
You manage to be able to lift your upper half up, meeting Danny in a slow, loving kiss.
“I’m…I’m more than okay. That was-that was fucking incredible. We have to do this again…”
Danny smiles against your lips. “Hm, what do you think, Josh?”
Josh huffs out a giggle. “I’ll do this as many times as you want.” His hand moves up and down the curve of your body. “As long as Danny’s okay with it.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with it. Just remember…” the palm of his hand lands swiftly on your ass as he winks at you “…she’s still mine.”
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LEX TALIONIS - the law of retaliation, whereby a punishment resembles the offense committed in kind and degree.
The one in which the player, who is fantastically gifted in her ability to play, finally gets a taste of her own medicine.
PAIRING: Jake Kiszka x f!reader, Josh Kiszka x f!reader
WORD COUNT: TBD
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (lots because everyone is a whore in this one) (list of full warnings within each chapter), drinking, smoking, swearing, angst, sorry if i miss any!
I. ORSUS | TEASER
II. MALUS
III. VENEFICA
IV. FRATRES SEMPER
V. LEX TALIONIS
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pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader
word count: 3.7k
warnings: 18+ MDNI!! cussing, alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, smut, praise kink, very slight degradation, spanking, rough sex, overstimulation, hate sex, unprotected sex
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“You’re going to Jake’s party tonight, right?”
“Yes, Jenna, of course I’m going to Jake’s party. We talked about this like last week.” You set your phone down on your bathroom counter and pulled out your makeup bag.
“I know that, Y/n, but you also said you considered not going just so you wouldn’t have to deal with Josh.”
She wasn’t wrong. You had said you were debating not going to your mutual friend’s party just because of his twin brother. Jake was one of your closest friends, so of course if he was throwing a shindig you wanted to go, but Josh made it so hard to be around most of the time.
You and Josh had once been close. In fact, at one point a long time ago, you really liked him and you thought he liked you back. However, that hope was quickly stripped away and the feelings you had towards him grew into loathing when he started treating you horribly. He constantly made rude, snarky comments to you and about you, and made sure to really kick you when you were down. And you had no idea why.
“I’m not gonna let Josh ruin a great New Year’s Eve party.” You began applying your foundation as you spoke.
“Good. I gotta start getting ready so I’ll see you later.”
“For sure.” You agreed and let her hang up so you could blend the foundation out. You quickly finished up your festive makeup, and slipped on your sparkly dress and heels.
When you arrived at Jake’s house you were pretty positive that you had been the first, if not the only, to arrive. While there was still an open spot in the driveway you pulled into the spot in front of Jake’s garage. You didn’t bother locking your car and headed straight for the front door. Just as you were walking up the path leading to his house you could hear a car loudly making its way down the road. Out of habit you turned towards the noise to see who it could be.
Of course it had to be Josh. And of course instead of pulling into the open spot next to you he decided to park behind you. Completely blocking you in. Asshole.
“You couldn’t park in the completely open spot next to me?” You nearly shout mostly to be heard as Josh exits his jeep.
“You’re the one that parked in my spot, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry? Your spot?” You can’t help but stare at him completely baffled by his entitlement. You also can’t help but notice how nice he looked. His mullet was curled and fluffed up nicely, and his outfit, an elegant suit over his usual white crewneck, flattered his slender frame very nicely. You mentally scolded yourself for even thinking about it. Josh paid you no mind however, and walked past you.
“That’s what I said.”
It took you a moment to get moving again, but you started following him towards the door, you were hot on his heels. He had already managed to piss you off before he even left his car.
“This isn’t even your house, Josh. How in the hell is that your spot.”
Josh didn’t bother knocking on the door and instead just let himself in. Had it not been for the two of you arguing, rather loudly, Jake probably wouldn’t have known you were there. You and Josh were bickering so intensely that it was actually Jake's presence that went unnoticed.
“You’re a self-entitled prick.” You pointed your finger at him, your chest puffed up and practically touched his.
“And you’re a selfish brat!” He spat back.
“Hey! Whoa!” Jake finally decided to intervene and pushed his brother back gently with his arm. “What the fuck could the two of you be arguing about?! You just got here!”
“Little miss ‘I only think about myself’ here parked in my spot!”
“How arrogant do you have to be to claim you have a parking spot at someone else’s house?!” You started to move in closer to Josh when you felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders.
“That’s enough, you two. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve.”
Somewhere between fighting with Josh outside and walking inside, Sam and Danny had arrived to help set up. Danny was currently holding you back.
“Josh get your ass in the kitchen and help me put out the food. Y/n go with Sam and Danny to set up the living room. I don’t wanna hear either of you say a peep to or about the other. Got it?” Jake demanded. The only response either of you gave was an unhappy mumble of agreement.
For the next hour you and Josh had been separated by his brothers. It was definitely for the best.
You, Danny and Sam worked together to finish the decorations up in the living room and set up a cocktail and champagne station. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jake and his twin set out all the food and the full bar. When a few of your friends showed up Sam and Danny were nowhere to be found. You had assumed that they were making their rounds talking to everyone, but you spotted them almost hiding away with Jake, deep in a private conversation.
With more party-goers showing up it was easier to keep your distance from Josh. The lights had been dimmed, and you were feeling pleasantly tipsy after a cocktail. You drifted from person to person catching up and saying hi, enjoying the glamor of the evening. Some people you didn’t know and would introduce yourself to. Eventually Sam found you while you were free from company.
“Hey, Y/n, I need you to go down into Jake’s basement and get another bottle of champagne.”
“Yeah, sure. Is there a certain brand I’m looking for?”
Sam’s lips pulled up at the corner in an almost sly grin. “You’ll know it when you see it.” Without another word he walked away leaving you to retrieve the bottle.
You made your way to the door that led down into the basement and began the familiar descent down. There had been countless nights with your close friends spent in Jake’s basement just drinking, playing games and getting high. Not bothering to close the door behind you, you walked carefully down the steps.
“Dude I’m not seeing a bottle of champagne anywhere.” A voice called out from the room below you.
Josh.
He must’ve thought you were Jake coming to check on him. Before he realized it was you and not his twin, you turned and practically bolted up the stairs. You saw a glimpse of Sam on the other side of the door along with Jake and Danny before it slammed shut. The next sound you heard was a lock clicking into place.
“You have got to be joking!” You shouted and banged your fists on the door.
“Y/n? What the hell did you do?”
You turned around to meet Josh’s eyes. He was about more than halfway up the stairs, a puzzled look on his face.
“I didn’t do shit! They slammed the door and locked us in here!” You wiggled the handle furiously hoping to god it would open.
“You can’t be fucking serious.” Josh closed the distance and basically squished you against the wall. He repeated your previous action. Clearly the door wasn’t going to open.
“Oh we’re serious alright. No one is allowed to enter or exit until the two of you have worked your shit out.” Jake’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“Open the goddamn door, assholes!” Josh pounded his fist against the wood this time.
On the other side of the door there was nothing. Clearly all of them decided not to stick around. Seeing that standing there waiting around was pointless, you turned and walked down the stairs before flopping defeated onto the couch.
Great. You were trapped in a room for god knows how long with a man you despised. As if on cue, the devil himself thundered down the steps.
“This is all your fault!” He seethed, finger pointed at you as he walked over.
“My fault?!”
“Yeah, had you not parked in my spot we wouldn’t be down here right now!” He was looming over you now.
“Do you even hear yourself?!” You stood up causing him to back up quickly but the coffee table between you ensured he couldn’t go anywhere. “Any sane person would have just parked NEXT to my car, but no! You had to block me in because I parked in a spot of a house you DON’T EVEN LIVE IN!” You shoved your pointer finger into his chest to drive the point home further.
“I think you need to go back to Kindergarten when we were taught to keep our hands to ourselves.” His voice was calm and collected unlike yours, but you could tell he was fuming. It only served to irk you even further.
“Fuck. You. Josh.” You pressed your finger into him with every word and craned your neck upwards even more, invading his space just to make him break.
This was the closest you had been to Josh in a very, very long time. Even when you were arguing earlier you hadn’t been this close. His sweet but musky scent invaded every sense and you had to keep yourself from looking at his lips.
“Y/n,” You could see the anger flare in his eyes, “I would suggest you take your finger off me.” You could feel his chest rising rapidly underneath the sole digit.
“What are you,” Another thrust of your finger into his sternum, “gonna do about it?”
In an instant his lips crashed into yours. It was like your mouth moved of its own accord melding into his. Your hands fisted themselves in the collar of his white crewneck sweatshirt and pulled him closer. His hands were firm on your waist, fingers pulling you to him. The kiss was sloppy and rushed. Everything was moving a million miles a second.
Josh’s hands moved back over your hips to grab your asscheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. You bit down hard on his lip and tugged on it earning a groan from him. One of his hands gripped itself in the hair at the base of your skull and pulled enough to cause slight discomfort, but not enough to pull you away.
The kiss only got more heated, groans and moans escaping both your lips. After a few moments you were craving more and found your fingers working to undo his belt. His hands slid underneath the hem of your dress and teased around the top of your underwear before dipping further, but still he avoided everywhere you needed him. Not wanting to play into his game, you pushed his slacks and boxers past his hips, freeing him completely.
“Eager are we?” Josh didn’t even bother pulling his lips from yours.
“Are you going to play with my underwear all night or are you gonna fuck me?”
“Need it that bad huh?”
“Fuck. You.”
“Oh you’re about to. Turn around and bend over.” He took your hips in his hands and forced you to turn around. You followed his second instruction, bracing your hands on the back of the couch. With his foot he kicked your legs further apart and ran two fingers over your covered cunt. As he ran them back up the length of your slit towards your clit he curled his fingers on the edge of the fabric. He bunched the skirt of your dress up over your hips and slowly pulled your underwear to the side, watching the wetness that clung to them stretch.
“Any day now would be fucking great, Jo-”
All of the air was ripped from your lungs as he buried himself into you fully. He didn’t give you any time to recover before pulling out of you almost completely and driving back in repeatedly. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t know what he was doing. With every thrust he successfully hit that spot that made your core tighten and pitchy moans leave your mouth.
“Don’t have much to say now, do you princess?” There was no slowing his pace, and in fact you thought it even got faster and harder.
In a matter of a few minutes he had already brought you to the edge of an orgasm. You could feel yourself staring down the abyss, but you just needed one final push. Using the small amount of leverage you had, you pushed your hips back to meet his and arched your back ever so slightly. The small change in position had you practically barreling towards your climax.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, Josh. Just like that. God don’t fucking stop, I’m about to- I’m gonna- Fuck me, Josh.” You sounded desperate and whiny, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.
“You sound so pretty when you beg for my cock.” Continuing his space, Josh spread his hands over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and stretching you even further. His right hand released your ass before coming down hard on the sensitive skin. The blow he delivered was the last push you needed into your high, and he fucked you through it.
“Look at my favorite brat cumming for me. That’s it, baby, let ‘em know how good it is.”
Even when you had finally come down, Josh never once stopped his hips and chased his own high. His pace had slowed somewhat, but the obscene sounds of his skin slapping against yours only grew louder from how wet you were.
“Josh I-” You were cut off by your own moan. It was becoming too much and you were oversensitive.
“I know, I know. Just give me one more.” His hand snaked down in front of you and rubbed slow, tight circles on your clit. His voice was far softer than it had been in the longest time. “C’mon, just one more.” It sounded almost like a plea. His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, his chest grazing over your back.
With his free hand, Josh moved your hair away from your neck and began leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck. He could feel you relax more underneath him, the discomfort turning to pleasure again. Keeping his attention on your clit, his hips started to speed up once more. You could feel the coil in your core tighten again, but much faster this time.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
Once again he was ramming into you, but at a much slower pace and each brutal thrust of his hips bringing you that much closer to your second orgasm of the night. At this speed you were able to push back onto him more easily. After a few moments, Josh’s hips stilled completely, letting you take control. You sped up your hips and angled them with every push and pull, fucking yourself on his hard cock.
“Yeah that’s it, just like that.” His hand came into contact with your ass again forcing you to gasp in a pleasured sigh. “That’s it, baby, you fuck me so good.” Another slap landed to your backside and you were almost there.
“Just a little bit more. Keep going. So, so good.” The praises tumbled from his mouth with ease and you were eating it up.
With what little control you had left, you sped up your hips and slammed back on him repeatedly. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you were sure there would be bruises. You weren't going to last much longer.
“Josh I’m gonna cum, please.”
His hands stopped your hips from moving so he could take over. The pace he set this time was almost as fast and hard as when he first entered you. His right hand found your clit again while his left gently pushed your lower back down to increase the angle he was slamming into at. Your fingers were digging into the couch cushions, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping them.
Just as before, with a firm smack to your ass you were pushed into your second orgasm of the night. You weren’t sure if you were making noise or not, the rush of adrenaline dulled every sense that wasn’t burning pleasure. Josh pulled out shortly after you came, catching sight of your cunt fluttering around nothing while he pumped himself a few more times. He braced himself against the back of the couch with his hand next to yours and his chest almost leaned fully on your back as he came on your lower back and ass.
As soon as he caught his breath he moved off you with only a simple, “Don’t move.” You did as he asked and stayed put, but mainly because you didn’t wanna risk getting cum on your dress. A few seconds later you were being wiped off with some kind of cloth before he carefully moved your underwear back in place.
“You should be good.”
“Thanks...” You stood up slightly confused and let the skirt of your dress fall back over your hips.
Josh threaded his belt back through the buckle and sat down on the couch. You felt awkward just standing there, but you weren’t sure what to say. He had been nice to you which you weren’t used to. And just gave you some of the best sex you’ve had in a very, very long time.
“Well that is not how I envisioned our first time going.” Josh rubbed his hands down his face and leaned back into the couch.
Once again you were confused. What did he mean by that?
“Our first time? Like you’ve thought about it?”
Josh didn’t say anything and instead stared at you like he hadn’t realized he said it out loud.
“And why were you being nice to me? You’re always such an ass, I thought you hated me.” He took a deep sigh and thought for a moment before speaking.
“I don’t hate you, Y/n.” His voice was soft and quiet. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually hated you. I think I was just hurt.”
“Hurt? You’ve treated me like shit all this time because you were hurt? What the hell did I ever do to you?” You couldn’t help the animosity seeping into your tone. You were pissed off. He was the one that started treating you like shit out of nowhere.
“Please, Y/n, don’t pretend you don’t know what you did.” Defeated anger laced his voice, his eyes slicing but still soft in a way.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Josh. Please enlighten me!”
“You ditched our gig for a date!” He stood from the couch and faced you, his hands flailing about. “I had specifically invited you to our home show for Strange Horizons and had passes for you and you blew us off for a date with your coworker!” He leaned in closer to you, invading your space more and more.
“Josh I-“
“I planned to sing Unchained Melody for you and then after the show I was gonna finally tell you how I felt because I thought you felt the same!”
You knew exactly which show he was talking about but he had the information wrong.
“Josh, I did feel the same way… And I never stood you up for a date.”
“But-“ You grabbed his hands and gave them a light squeeze.
“I got stuck at work. The person who was supposed to cover my shift backed out at the last minute and I had to go in. I couldn’t find anyone else to cover me on such short notice. I never had a date. My coworker canceled on me for a date.”
He looked absolutely dumbfounded. It was like the pieces were clicking into place for him.
“Oh god I am the stupidest man alive.” You smiled at him softly and threaded your fingers with his.
“No you’re not. It was a miscommunication. It happens.”
“Yeah, but I wasted the past year being so awful to you. Had I just asked you about it then maybe we could’ve…” You cut him off with a soft peck to his lips.
“Hey, it’s a new year, right?”
“Right.” He checked his watch. “Looks like we missed midnight,” he noted playfully, “but we definitely got our New Year's kiss.”
You giggled at that. Josh pulled you closer and smiled down at you fondly before giving you another quick kiss. “Let’s hope they didn’t forget about us.” He snickered, keeping one hand entwined with yours and walking towards the stairs. When he tried the handle it gave way with ease and the door swung open. He led the two of you back out into the house still holding your hand.
“Well it’s about damn time!” Sam hollered pointing at your hand in Josh’s. Whoops and more excited cheering followed making both of your cheeks flame.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Josh turned to you with bright red cheeks but with a smile that overtook his entire face. You nodded, not wanting to have to deal with how obnoxious your friends will be all night.
“Guess it doesn’t even matter that he blocked you in now!” Danny called after the two of you. You tried to make a quick getaway with everyone adding their two senses to the subject, all in favor of the two of you getting over yourselves.
Both of you just laughed at Danny’s comment and exited Jake’s house towards Josh’s Jeep. He opened the door for you to hop in the passenger side and made his way around to the driver’s side. Josh pulled his phone out to put on some music and chuckled to himself. He flipped the phone around to show you what amused him.
It was a text he had gotten while you were stuck in the basement.
Jake: Went to check on you to make sure neither of you murdered the other. Definitely didn’t sound like either of you were in danger… Not what I intended, but glad you worked your shit out. Don’t fuck it up this time.
The two of you rang in the new year at Josh’s house with an actual bottle of champagne and even more fireworks than the ones going off all around.
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Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: This is just a little blurb that plagued my mind this afternoon. It’s nothing crazy, not super detailed or edited, but I had to get it out there.
Enjoy!
Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content - 18+ Minors DNI! (oral sex m!receiving)
You knock lightly on the dressing room door with your knuckles and wait for his voice from the otherside before cracking it open. He’s dressed in a silken robe with his initials stitched to the breast pocket. He’s seated in front of the large vanity, fixing and teasing at his curls.
“Hey,” you chime, peering into the quiet room.
He turns in his chair, greeting you with a sweet smile.“Hello, beautiful.”
You close the door behind you and walk over to him. You can’t hide your excitement even though you had seen each other hours before. “Speak for yourself.”
He had already had his makeup done. Silvery, eyeshadow glimmered across his lids with iridescent rhinestones carefully placed along his high cheekbones.
You stand before him, allowing him to hold you close by the hips. He can’t hide the bashful smile.“What are you doing back here? You’re supposed to be in your seat, young lady.”
“How do you expect me to listen to the opener when I know you’re back here.”
“Just couldn’t resist me, huh?”
You break away from his grasp, walking toward the rolling rack of outfits that had been wheeled in here. You flip through them, all ones you recognize, feeling the different fabrics of each one until you come across one in particular. The sheer white one that’s adorned with patterns of rhinestones. While gorgeous on its own, it’s completely see through, meant only as a layer over his other jumpsuits. “This one is my favorite.”
He chuckles, stepping closer to you.“That’s just a cover-up, love.”
“Exactly.” You lift the hanger off the pole, freeing it from the rack. Once in your hands, the weight of it surprises you despite the material it's made from. “You should try it on for me.”
He hesitates for a second before taking it from you. He’s clearly surprised by your request, causing his brows to pull together as he scoffs, “Right now? You’ve already seen this one on me.”
“Yeah, but I need a refresher,” you insist, wiggling your brows at him.
He drapes the cover-up over his arm and starts flipping through the other jumpsuits until you stop him. “No. Only this.”
You stand back, watching as he shrugs off his embroidered silk robe. You’ve seen him naked countless times, but you’ll never grow tired of it. Fully in the nude, he carefully pulls down the tiny zipper and starts slipping on your outfit of choice one foot at a time.
He stands before the full length mirror to adjust, pinching and pulling until it settles just right on his lean form.
Just like you predicted, the jumpsuit seems to melt seamlessly with his skin, making it look as though his entire body glitters and sparkles with precious jewels. Tailored with expert precision, it clings and drapes perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.
You come into view of the mirror and bring yourself close to him. Holding him by the waist as you hook your chin over his shoulder. You breathe in his rich scent, crisp and clean with the undertones of a subtle cologne. The deep v-shaped neckline of the suit allows him to layer his necklaces, drawing your eyes down the center of his chest. You can see everything — his hardening nipples, the contours of his stomach and hips, and ultimately his soft cock on full display.
He barks out a throaty laugh, amused by the sight of himself. “Can you imagine if I walked out like this?”
You giggle, knowing full well that there are many women that would give anything to see him like this.
He might as well be completely naked.
“Would be quite hedonistic of me.” He can’t hold back a giggle of his own as he tries different poses as. “So risqué. So scandalous.”
“So perfect,” you coo against his decorated ear as you run your hands down the length of his arms. You hold him by his waist, guiding yourself flush against his back. Your soft whine is nestled into his flesh. “What do they call you again? Ethereal?”
Within seconds, his playful smile drops and his mouth falls open. He’s fixating on your moving hands, watching as they roam over his body with the faintest of touches. Seeing his cock twitch and harden with such little restraint is proving to be the best reward you could’ve asked for.
You kiss along his jawline, nipping at the thin skin but making sure not to leave a mark. “Don’t be shy, baby. You love when they call you beautiful.”
He hums in response, perhaps to hide the blush creeping across his jeweled cheeks. You meet his lustful gaze in the mirror and sigh, “Look at you.”
You run your fingertips down the hidden track of his front zipper until you’re met with the base of his cock. He groans from the touch, “Oh, fuck.”
The sensation of your fingers brushing over the thin fabric is new — providing enough of a barrier to make him ache for more. You trace along his growing length, circling around the head that’s now pressed against his thigh. “Does it feel good?”
“Mmhmm. I need more,” he begs as his hips buck forward to chase the feeling.
You step in front of him and slowly drop to your knees. Looking up at him, you’re met with that desperate expression. He’s trying his best to hold his restraint. You skim your lips up and down his barely-covered cock, forcing the heat of your breath through the jumpsuit.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he breathes. You can hear the smile through the words and picture that expression on his face that he proudly wears on stage.
You drag your tongue over him, wetting the delicate material in your path. He’s throbbing wildly, aching for release. With a teasing blow of air, you cause a violent shudder to roll through his body and a string of curses to leave his mouth. His hand grips yours that’s wrapped around his waist while the other rests on the crown of your head.
“You’re so pretty, Josh,” you praise, kissing everywhere your lips can reach. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Please, baby. I need to feel your mouth.” He takes the initiative, tugging at the small zipper. You sit back on your heels, watching his rush to free himself.
“Feeling needy?” You taunt as you replace his hand by wrapping your fingers around the base of him. Knowing you’re about to take him into your mouth while he wears one of his stage outfits makes your own desire build between your thighs.
“Please, please. I need it.” A broken whimper breaks free from his throat. You know him enough to tell that he’s close, fighting the urge to cum within seconds. It could be the risk of getting caught, or knowing he would have to wait hours to have you again, but he can’t sit still, half thrusting and shaking at your tongue spoils him.
The memory of him gliding across your flattened tongue will live in your mind while he struts around on that stage in less than an hour. His scent, the feel of his velvet-soft skin, the way he grips you as he gets close to cumming will be the only things you can think about. You want him to think about you too. You want him to struggle not getting hard remembering how your mouth felt on him.
“Fuck! Fuck, I’m so close,” he pants, taping your hand on his hip and gripping your hair. He huffs out to warn you. “I’m gonna cum.”
You take the cue, burying him deep to the back of your throat. He falls apart within seconds. You swallow him down, making sure to lick him clean.
“I was not expecting that. Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. Shined with your spit, he tucks his softening cock back in the see-through jumpsuit. He offers his hands and helps you stand to your feet.
“Just wanted to give you something to think about,” you tease, dabbing the slight sheen of sweat that’s collected across his brow.
His fucked-out smile is beaming with the orgasmic euphoria. He hums, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips. “You, my sweet. Are an evil, treacherous woman.”
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Pretty Boy | JMK
Author’s Note: Inspired by a post by @viagvf about Josh being tied up and blindfolded. Needless to say, I had to write something about it because nothing gets me like a subby Josh. This is completely self indulgent but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. Sorry for any mistakes/typos.
Summary: You and Josh decide to switch things up in the bedroom, Josh lettting you take control instead of him. You don’t let the opportunity go to waste.
Content Warnings: Edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving) hand jobs (m. receiving), bound hands, use of blindfolds, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing (I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything.)
Word Count: 3593
Preview:
“Have I ever told you how much I love your cock?”
“A few times.” He says, choking back a whine as you tease him – so close to where he wants you to be, yet still so far.
“I should tell you more often. You’re so fucking pretty.” His cock twitches and you pause, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You look up at him and you can see that he’s blushing beneath his blindfold.
“Do you like that, Josh? Do you like being called pretty?”
“Yes." He says quietly. "I do.”
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When Josh had first suggested the idea, your interest had immediately peaked. Sex with Josh is heavenly already. He knows exactly how to get you going – turning you into a whining, begging mess with ease. Most of the time, it’s pretty intense like that. Josh loves to tease and make you completely fall apart with his fingers and tongue. Other times, it's slow and soft – Josh making sure to take the time to pamper you and treat you with the utmost care and concern. Every thrust deliberate, reaching places inside of you that no other man ever could. And other than the occasional rougher, post-argument sex, the two of you rarely mixed things up. Josh was a giving lover, and your pleasure was always to the maximum, so you’d never really felt the need to. Sure, sometimes the thought of being the one to dominate him crossed your mind, but he had never really expressed a desire for it so you left it be. You were more than content with the way things were and felt no real need to change anything. But then Josh had asked the question.
The two of you were lying in bed, legs intertwined and Josh’s arm behind your head.
“Y/n?” He asked, voice almost a complete whisper.
“Ya?”
“Would you ever want to…” He trailed off, his cheeks becoming so red you could see it even in the darkness of the room. His silence stretched on and you turned to face him.
“Would I ever want to what?”
He turned over to look at you, eyes shining in the darkness. He looked so unsure of himself that it was making you begin to worry something was really wrong.
“I know that, usually, in bed I’m the one that takes the lead…” He said slowly, as if he was carefully planning out each word before he said it aloud.
“Yeah, usually.” You said, trying to keep your voice neutral so as not to scare him.
“Would you ever want to, maybe…you know.” His eyes were still filled with doubt, hoping that you would catch on before he had to ask it outright.
“Switch it up, you mean?”
He nodded.
“Josh, I’m up for anything if it’s something that you want to try.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want-”
You silenced him with a sweet kiss, cupping your hands around his face.
“Josh, I want to.” You gave him a sly smile. “I’ve thought about it before actually.” You said, voice pitched lower than before. His eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yep.” You said, popping the ‘p.’ “Several times, actually. What about you? Have you ever imagined it before now?”
You heard him swallow and you watched as his throat bobbed.
“Yes,” He finally uttered, “I have.”
You sat up, leaning on one arm to get a better look at him. He was looking up at you with those soft brown eyes of his. You knew that they were going to be the death of you one day.
“Tell me. What have you imagined?”
“I imagine… “ He trails off, unsure of himself again. You smile at him and nod your head for him to continue. “I imagine you tying me up.” You give him a cheshire grin. “I imagine you blindfolding me so I can’t see.”
A heavy breath falls from your lips, your panties beginning to dampen as you picture the scene he’s describing.
“Yeah? I bet you’d look gorgeous all tied up like that.” You lick your lips and Josh smiles, emboldened by your reaction to his words. “And what then, Josh? What happens next?”
“You tease me,” He says, and you can feel his cock beginning to harden against your thigh where two of you are pressed together. “You don’t touch me where I need you to. You make me beg for it.”
You sit up fully and throw your leg over his thighs, settling in to straddle his waist. You slide your hands up his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.
“I think we can make your imagination become a little more real, Joshy.” You whisper as you lean forward to ghost your lips above his. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.” He breathes out, voice shaky with excitement.
You lean down and connect your lips with his, plunging your tongue into his mouth. He rests his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as you explore his mouth. He’s warm and pliant underneath you, and the feeling makes your pussy throb with need. But that will have to wait.
“Stay here.” You whisper. You rise from him and pad softly across the room to your closet. You pull two silk scarves from the back where you keep your winter clothes and bring them over and place them on the bed at Josh’s feet. His eyes track your movements, his pupils blown wide. You can see his chest heaving as he watches and he slips his hand underneath the covers and groans as he palms his cock.
“No touching, Josh.” You say loudly, and the sentence sounds deafening in the silence of the room.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good boy.” You say giving him a cheeky grin. He’s staring at you – eyes wide with lust. They look almost black in the dimness of the room and there’s a thin layer of sweat already adorning his smooth chest. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the universe, and he looks absolutely divine.
“Sit up against the headboard.”
He complies, sitting up and kicking the covers off so that they pool at his feet. He leans back.
“Do you want a pillow behind you? The metal probably isn’t very comfortable.”
“Nah,” he says, giving you a grin. “I’m good.”
“Suit yourself.”
You grab the two scarves and climb back on top of him. His cock is tenting his boxers and a wet spot darkens the gray material.
“We need a word for if it gets to be too much.” You say, grabbing his wrists and bringing them up above his head. You secure them together with one of the scarves. You make sure it’s tight and loop it through the headboard. You watch as the muscles in his arms flex and ripple, adjusting to the new position.
“Like a safeword?” He giggles like a teenage boy would and you shake your head at him.
“Yeah, sure. A safeword.”
“My safe word is “keep going,” babe.”
You squint your eyes at him, noting the mischievous glint he has in his eye – the one he always gets when he thinks he’s said something particularly funny.
“Ha ha.” You deadpan. “Seriously though. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You say honestly, dropping the sexy act for a second.
“You’re not going to make me uncomfortable, y/n. I trust you.” You stare at him a moment and you see the honesty in his eyes. He does trust you – with everything he has.
“Still. It would make me feel a little better.”
“Just ask for a color. Green is good. Red is bad. Orange means slow down but don’t stop. How’s that?”
“Perfect.” You lean down and capture his lips in another kiss, this time nibbling at his bottom lip. He sighs softly and you pull away, moving instead to nip at his earlobe. You pinch the sensitive skin between your teeth for a moment – knowing it always drives him crazy.
“Hate not being able to touch you.” He says between heavy breaths.
“It’s not about me, Josh. This is about you.” You say, kissing down his neck before stopping at his nipples. You lick and bite them and he throws his head back and groans. You smile at his reaction.
“Gonna cover your eyes now, okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
His eyes track your movements as you grab the second scarf, folding it in half. You place the soft material over his eyes and tie it securely behind his head.
“Color?”
“Green.”
You nod, though you know he can’t see you anymore. You slide down from his waist and push his knees apart. You settle between them and take a moment to drink him in. Arms pulled up above him, sweat glistening on his tan skin, and his pretty cock still standing at attention beneath his underwear; he reminds you of a marble statue – beautiful and smooth to the touch. Worthy to be put on display for thousands of eyes to admire. But he’s yours tonight, and yours alone. And you plan on making the best of it.
“You look so good, Josh. All spread out like this for me.” You say and he whines as you bring your mouth to his inner thigh, pressing wet kisses to the sensitive skin there. You slowly work your way up to the edge of his boxers, nipping and biting as you go. You tuck your fingers into his waistband and pull his boxers down and off him. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your cock?” You say, before continuing your kisses to his inner thigh.
“A few times.” He says, choking back a whine as you tease him – so close to where he wants you to be, yet still so far.
“I should tell you more often. You’re so fucking pretty.” His cock twitches and you pause, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You look up at his face and you can see that he’s blushing beneath the scarf.
“Did you like that, Josh? Do you like being called pretty?”
His chest is heaving and the blush from his face bleeds down his neck as well.
“Yes." He says quietly. "I do.” He sounds embarrassed. You giggle, happy to have discovered something new about him.
You finally brush your fingertips over his cock, stroking the vein that runs up the underside of him. He whines again and thrashes his arms above his head.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” You give his cock a little squeeze. “You are pretty. So. So. So pretty.” With each utterance of “so” you pump his cock, spreading the precum and getting him nice and slick. He bucks his hips, desperate for more. You want to give it to him – the noises he’s making are irresistible, but you pull away.
“Patience.”
You tease him for a while longer, switching between kissing the heated skin of his thighs and biting his nipples – each one drawing breathy little moans and whines from the back of his throat. His chest is flushed and his skin is slick with sweat. His hands are clenched above his head and you can feel the muscles in his thighs twitch as he tries to keep his hips still for you. He’s so eager to please and you think you’re wetter than you ever have been before.
Finally, you bring your mouth where he wants it most – allowing your lips to stretch around the girth of him. He twitches and groans – the sound so pornographic you feel like you could cum yourself just from hearing him.
"Y/n… Oh fuck."
You swallow him down, relaxing your jaw completely, allowing him to nudge the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, starting a slow but steady rhythm.
Josh bites his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle a groan. You pull off him momenarily and he whines.
“Don’t hold back, sweet boy. I want to hear all those filthy things fall from your pretty mouth.”
You swallow him down again, flattening your tongue to give him a particularly powerful suck.
“Y/n,” He moans loudly, “Jesus, fuck.” You hum and the vibration makes his cock twitch in your mouth.
You sink down on him even further until your nose brushes the hair at the base and you continue to bob your head. Your jaw is aching and your eyes are watering but you don’t stop – the noises he’s making are more than worth the discomfort. He’s making little thrusts with his hips and you can tell he’s getting close. You keep up your rhythm a moment longer before pulling off him with a ‘pop.’ He whines and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Fuck.” He says, breathing heavily and you giggle.
“Hey, this was your idea.” You remind him sofly.
He huffs out a laugh.
“Just forgot how good you are at that.”
“Well thank you. I try.” You lean forward to give him a kiss. “Gonna start again. Color?”
“Green.”
This time you use your hand – wrapping your fingers around him. The skin is so hot in your hand and he sighs as you start to pump him. You quickly set a brutal pace, your spit and his precum making the perfect lubrication.
“Jesus, mama.” His mouth falls open and he moans loudly at the fast pace. Your forearm burns but you keep it up, bringing him quickly back to the edge. He’s whining – teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure. You keep going a moment longer before pulling your hand away. He gives you an incoherent groan as he realizes you’re still not going to give him the finish that he wants. You do this several more times, aggressively jacking him off to bring him back to the edge before pulling away completely. He thrashes and cries out, yanking on the ties keeping his hands bound and whining each and every time. You’ve never seen him like this, completely and utterly at the mercy of you and drunk on lust and desperation.
Eventually, you rise from your place between his legs and you straddle him again, settling your aching cunt over his hard length.
“Wanna see you now.” You say as you untie the scarf from his eyes and he blinks his beautiful hazel eyes open at you.
“Hey, mama.” He says with a tired grin.
You lean forward and kiss him again. It’s needy and sloppy, his desperation evident in the way he’s practically licking into your mouth.
“I’m going to ride you now, Josh. And you’re going to watch me make myself cum. But you don’t get to yet, understand?”
“Ya.” You raise a brow at him and he flushes – the redness reaching the tips of his ears. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
Wasting no time, you begin to grind down on his thigh. Thankfully, you usually only sleep in a t-shirt and panties, so you can easily begin to chase your release through the thin fabric. Your clit is swollen and you can feel your racing heartbeat in it as you ride him, throwing your head back as you go. You let out a high pitched moan, doing your best to give him a show. He’s watching you with dark, lust blown eyes and every muscle in his body is taut. He’s gonna be sore tomorrow if he keeps it up.
“Feel how wet I am for you, Josh?” You say as you give him the show of his fucking life. “Seeing you like this, tied up and needy for me…” You cut yourself off with a moan. “It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You look so fucking pretty.”
“Y/n, please.” He whines, as your orgasm quickly begins to rise. You can feel the coil in your belly that’s been wound tight all night finally snap and you moan his name loudly. As much as this night is about him, you’re pretty sure that you just had the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. It goes on forever, wave upon wave of pleasure crashing through you.
“Y/n.” He says, and the warning is there in his voice. “I’m so close. You’ve got to stop.”
“So desperate you think you could cum without me touching you?” You ask, voice thick. His eyes are wide and begging as he gives you a pathetic nod.
“Please.” He whispers. It’s so quiet you think you might not have even heard anything.
“What, Josh? Speak up.”
“Need it. So bad.”
You cock your head to the side, giving him the most innocent look you can possibly muster.
“Need what?”
“Need to cum.” He whines. “Y/n, please. It hurts I need it so bad.” His voice cracks on the last word and his eyebrows are scrunched together in pain. His eyes are filled with so much need. “I’m begging you. Please.” He whines, all shame and decorum gone from him – his need to cum overriding everything else.
“As you wish.”
You slide your panties off and toss them somewhere into the room before gripping his cock and guiding it through your folds, collecting the wetness that’s gathered there. You sink down onto him slowly, clenching around him as much as you can.
“Oh fuck!” He groans, throwing his head back. He thrashes his bound hands, no doubt wishing he could touch you. You rise from him – so high you’re almost completely off him, before slamming back down again. Your thighs burn with the effort of riding him, but he’s so close you know it’s not going to take long. He’s meeting you in the middle, thrusting his hips up off the bed the best he can, desperate for his release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum!” His eyes slam shut and that’s all the warning you get before you feel him paint your insides with his release. He’s thrashing in the bed and tears leak from the corners of his eyes. The sight of him throws you into your own orgasm, the pleasure slashing through you for the second time. You clench around him – milking him for everything he has.
You pull off him and he keeps his eyes closed, breathing heavily out his nose. You settle between his legs again and lick your mixed releases off his cock and his eyes fly open.
“Fucking shit!” His cock twitches and he moans – the sound a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Color?” You ask, lips hovering just over his dick.
He stares down at you, soft lips parted. His normall curly hair is stuck to his forehead and sweat is dripping down his temples and chest. You think he’s going to say no.
“Green.” You stare at him, attempting to cover the shock you feel. You’ve been at this for what feels like hours and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s already exhausted. But he’s looking at you intently and you see no doubt in his eyes at all. Only trust.
You nod before swallowing him down again. Your nose is pressed into the curls of his pubic hair and saliva falls from the corners of your mouth. He whines and moans as you bob your head and his cock finally begins to respond – slowly but surely becoming harder and harder in your mouth. A stream of groans and curses fall from between his lips. You pull your mouth off him and wrap your fingers around him instead – you want to be able to see him as he falls apart again. You jack him off, flicking your wrist with each pull and you bring your other hand to message his balls.
“Come on, Josh. Give me one more.” You encourage him as he groans and whines. “I know you can do it. You’ve been so good for me tonight. Come on.”
His moans only grow louder and you can feel his balls tightening in your hand.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Give it to me.” And with that, he cums for the second time. Thick ropes paint your hand and his belly as his jaw drops open and his eyes clench shut.
“Y/n! Fuck.” He’s so loud you’re sure the nieghbors can probably hear him. You continue to pump him, guiding him through the pleasure until his moans of pleasure become moans of pain.
You let him go and reach down on the ground for his cotton boxers. You use them to carefully clean him up, doing your best to avoid his cock as much as possible. He’s watching you with dazed eyes, mouth still open and a drunk look on his face. You climb up next to him and carefully untie his wrists, rubbing the red skin from where he was yanking on them.
“You okay, baby?” You say as you give each wrist a soft kiss.
“Yeah, I think so.” He smiles lazily at you before leaning back to lie all the way down. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”
“Me neither.” You say, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. “Glad you suggested this.”
“Me too. Don’t think I’m gonna be able to cum again for another week.”
You laugh and lie down next to him, pulling the covers back up and over you both. You kiss him before laying your head down on his chest.
“We’ll see.”
“You taking control like that…” He admits quietly, “I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm. I enjoyed it, too. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when you’re in control, but I like switching it up. We should definitely do it more often. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” You give him a cocky grin and he lets out a dramatic groan.
“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”
You giggle.
“Never.”
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B-Stage – J. Kiszka
Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; teasing; edging (a little, I think?); oral sex (male receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI.
A/N: Remember that one time that the curtain dropped in Fort Worth (SCWT), and Josh started singing backstage bc he was late?
😏😏😏
P.S. I don’t know what it is about Josh and songs that are from iconic Patrick Swayze movies, but hear me out.
Bajabule,
-Han
Between Josh’s muffled huffs and grunts and your own heaving breaths, you heard a sharp knock on the door across the room followed by Jake’s voice, loud and firm, to your surprise.
“Josh! Stage time! Let’s go!”
Your eyes widened and flipped from the door to Josh, silently wondering what he was going to do. You felt his head peel itself from the crook of your neck, leaving the spot where it had been sticky and warm from his sweat. You put your hands on his arms in an attempt to slow his movements so that he could get up and dress himself. His big, brown eyes glinted at you as a grin spread across his face.
Before you could realize what was happening, you felt his arms wrap around the small of your back, and he moved to sit up on his knees, pulling you up sharply with him. You moved your legs to straddle him better, and he leaned back against the base of the couch. He pulled you forward toward him, and you felt his cock slip further into your heat than it had this entire time, making you squeak.
“Josh,” you breathed, “fuck– you’ve gotta– mmm– you’ve gotta go.”
He lifted your hips up and dropped them back down, making your legs shake. “Can’t go out there like this, mama. Unless you want all those girls in the pit to see how hard my cock is. Hm? Make ‘em drool over it? Or do you wanna keep that for yourself?”
You put your hand in the middle of his chest and pushed gently. “Slide your hips out here and lay flat.” He did as you asked, keeping his eyes and hands on you as you mustered up the strength to bounce yourself on his length as quickly as possible.
The faster you went, the harder his face scrunched and twisted. Short little gasps burst from his lips with each meeting of your skin. His fingertips burrowed themselves into your hips as he neared his end. He was close enough for his head to lift up from where he was lying as he clenched his teeth. Your hands weaved themselves into the hairspray-coated curls of his mullet, pulling on his roots hard enough for his head to turn up, using it as leverage for yourself.
He groaned louder than you’d ever heard him before, and his fingers pressed impossibly deeper into your hips. You did your best to focus your attention on clenching around his cock as you slid yourself up and down on it rather than the whimpers and moans that were coming from his mouth with growing intensity.
“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”
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You made your way up the sidewalk and around the building to the back of the arena. You’d taken a moment to gaze at the throngs of people that were already lined up outside the venue doors, all dressed in such elaborate outfits of black and silver and gold. It made your heart swell to know that so many people from so many walks of life loved the boys as much as they did, without even truly knowing them. You wanted to hug each and every person standing outside the front doors, but you were on a sort of personal secret mission, and you didn’t want to give yourself away. Not that anyone would recognize you, but you didn’t want to take chances of word getting back to Josh.
Earlier in the week, you’d learned that some of your days for work had to be changed around, so you would be free for the boys’ last concert of the leg. You’d toyed with the idea of surprising Josh and coming to the show, but the only drawback was figuring out how you’d be able to actually get there without him knowing about it. You knew that in order to be able to pull everything off, you needed help from the inside.
So, you went for it.
You: Hey! You busy?
Jake: Hey, love! What’s going on?
You: I need a favor, if you can.
Jake: Shoot.
You: Is Josh around?
Jake: No… why? 😏
After explaining your plan to Jake, he agreed to reach out and make some calls to arrange for you to be able to enter the venue early. Security would show you the backstage area, and they’d also let you into Josh’s green room to wait.
As you reached the back entrance to the venue, you felt your phone buzz.
Jake: Finally got Josh to the garage. Heading that way. You ready?
You: Yes! Going inside now. Thanks again, Jake. 💚
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You waited as patiently as possible for the boys to finish their sound check, temporarily losing yourself in the sound of Josh’s voice before being pulled back into the reality of why you were there. The butterflies in your stomach were driving you crazy.
After what seemed like an eternity, you head the knob on the door to the green room jiggle, and your heart started thumping in your ears. You sank back into the couch, crossing your legs, waiting for him. The door opened, and you watched him from across the room.
He sauntered in, fully dressed in his first outfit of the evening: his brilliant white satin pants and jacket, both perfectly adorned with rhinestones that took turns glimmering and flashing as he moved about. He was humming a tune that sounded vaguely familiar, snapping his fingers lightly to the beat of the song. Whatever it was sounded soulful, definitely an older song by the sound. For the life of you, you couldn’t place it, though.
As he moved around the room, you shifted slightly, needing to make your presence known before you’d let it go too far. He froze in his spot in front of the mirror and vanity, his wide eyes flicking to look at you in the mirror. He stared for a moment, blinked twice, and spun around on his heels to make sure that he saw what he thought.
You couldn’t contain your smile as you watched his face positively gleam with excitement and disbelief.
“How did you get here?” He asked, his voice light and airy, but full of surprise. “When did you get here?”
“I had a little help from a brother,” you said, beaming back at him. “I got here when you were leaving the hotel.”
“No fucking way!” He said, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “It was Jake, wasn’t it? Sneaky son of a bitch.”
You laughed hard as he walked closer to you.
He sat beside you on the couch, immediately pulling you to straddle his lap before slipping his arms behind your back and squeezing you into him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, mama,” he said, his voice low and quiet.
Your hands cupped either side of his face and his hands were wrapped around your forearms. “I missed you too,” you whispered.
You stayed far enough back to look at him, waiting to see how long he would last before he made a move. You waited, watching his syrupy eyes gently throw glances from your lips, to your eyes, and back. After a few times, he couldn’t stand it anymore and gently took your face in his hands while yours traveled to his chest.
His lips were always softer than you remembered, and they were warm and wet from his tongue. They were so plump and full, and the second that he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, you found yourself fighting urges to take off his pants before you made an absolute mess of them. You moaned into his mouth and rolled your hips into his, despite your many attempted efforts to not seem too desperate. One of your favorite things about Josh, though?
He lived for it.
He broke the kiss, bringing his mouth to suck on the spot right below your jaw, sliding his tongue over the spot when he’d finished, making your squirm in his lap again.
He chuckled softly, speaking into your skin. “Aww, baby. You need me already?”
You sighed, trying to pull yourself back together. You watched him grin while he watched your breath heave from your chest. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”
His voice was low and sweet. “No. I just like giving you a hard time. You can have my cock whenever you want it. You know I can’t tell you ‘no.’”
You got out of his lap and into the floor in front of him, kneeling on the soft carpet, watching as his brow furrowed.
“Where are you going?”
“I need you to take these off,” you said, running your hand up his thigh.
“But–,” he started. “But what ab–.”
“Shh,” you interrupted, your heart swelling in your chest at his concern. He always insisted on starting with you, no matter the circumstance. Always. “Just take these off and relax, honey.”
He did as you asked, lifting his hips to allow you to slip his pants and jacket off along with his underwear before settling into the couch. You let your eyes slowly wander over him, paying special attention to the well-defined muscles of his chest and the sharp indentations of his hips as he sat, watching you.
Your thoughts quickly became intrusive, and you decided to let them win, placing soft kisses on his thighs as you ran your hand up and down his hardened length. The closer you got to his cock, the more frequently you felt him twitch in your hand, his need for your mouth becoming more and more apparent by the second.
“God, you really enjoy yourself, don’t you?” He asked, his breath growing heavy.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing, Josh. Not being a smartass.”
His eyes widened and he fought a grin of disbelief, ultimately losing. His brows raised. “Well that’s a little harder to do than you think when you’re quite literally doing everything but taking my cock in your mouth.”
Your brows raised in response. “Oh really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”
You pressed your tongue against the base of his cock and ran it up the entirety of the underside of him, softly letting his head slip just barely between your parted lips before you paused, fixing your eyes on his. He let out a breath, his hands finding their way to your hair before tilting his head back and gently pushing his hips up in an attempt to get you to take him further. You slid your mouth off of him, and his head lifted to look at you, his eyes confused and shamelessly yearning.
“Mama,” he breathed.
“Hmm,” you hummed, trailing your lips to the sharp lines of his hips, placing kisses on the spots where his pelvic bone jutted out the highest. He moaned as you took your time there, your hand working him simultaneously.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Josh. I can’t fucking stand it,” you said softly.
He moaned again, his hands wrapping around your roots. You flattened your tongue against the deep lines of his hips, slowly dragging your tongue around the various contours of his lap.
“Mama, please,” he said, a bit of a whine cracking through in desperation.
You made your eyes big and looked up at him. “Are you sure you want my mouth? Or would you rather have something else?” You asked, your tone even, firm.
He swallowed hard before letting his mouth fall open.
“Hm?”
“I don’t care what you give me,” he started between heavy pants, “I need you so fucking bad I’ll take anything you want.”
Your heat instantly wept for him, and you felt yourself involuntarily clench. You peeled yourself off of his legs and sank down closer to the floor. “Come here.”
He descended into the floor with you, bringing a pillow down with him from the couch, sliding it under your hips to make you as comfortable as you could possibly be while you quickly removed your clothes and tossed them into a heap beside you.
You placed your legs on either side of his hips, and he brought his knees up closer to you, spreading your legs as wide as he could without hurting you. Gently, he slid his cock into your warm, dripping pussy before lowering himself and pressing his lips against yours.
You wrapped an arm around his back and tangled your other hand in his hair as he thrusted his hips, licking around the inside of your mouth like it was his last meal. You felt yourself grow wetter by the second from the sense of depravity you felt oozing from every inch of him, like it was impossible for him to get enough of you.
He wasted virtually no time at all before picking up his pace, the friction of his skin rubbing against yours quickly making enough heat for you both to break a sweat. The pendant and necklace that sat on his chest also grew hotter by the second as it stayed fixed against the swell of your breast. He rocked into you with such a fast, driving force, you felt yourself rushing toward and orgasm fairly early on.
You lost yourself in the sounds of him sliding in and out of you, along with his quick breaths and grunts that accompanied each thrust of his hips. Starving for him, you pulled him into your mouth and kept him there while he fucked you, only breaking the seal of your lips to breathe when you couldn’t take it anymore. He licked and sucked at your lips, taking them between his teeth on occasion and tugging them, eliciting broken moans from your throat from the impact of his hips. You felt him tilt his head up and away from you, his brows furrowed hard as he pushed deeper and deeper into your heat.
“God, keep fucking kissing me,” you breathed, “please.”
You strained under him, trying to hold out, squeezing his cock as hard as you could, but you felt yourself slipping quickly. Just as you were about to give in, Josh’s head shot up, his mouth leaving yours with a smack of his lips, his entire body absolutely rigid. His teeth were gnashed together, his face a deep crimson, a strangled cry escaping the depth of his throat. Your stomach immediately dropped, knowing that this was not a look of pleasure, but of pain. Your chest tightened as you fought to sit up, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Fuck, Josh! What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked, the alarm in your voice prevalent. His arms couldn’t hold him up any longer, and he sunk down on top of you, slipping over to your side, his cock slipping out of you as well. He cried out again as he rolled on to his back, bending one leg at the knee before straightening it back out and repeating the process.
You immediately crawled down to his leg to see where the problem was, and you quickly noticed the bulge in the middle of his calf muscle that wouldn’t recede despite the number of times he’d tried to stretch it out. You made quick work of stretching his leg and pressing the ball of your hand as deeply into the muscle as you could to work out the cramp. After you succeeded, you let him catch his breath, still gently massaging his leg, keeping your eyes trained on his expression.
“Forgot to stretch this morning, huh?”
Through heavy breaths, he playfully squinted at you. A grin spreading over his features. “Fuck off,” he teased.
You giggled, turning him to sit up so that his back rested against the base of the couch. “Give the old man a break, huh? Is that better?”
His face blushed a soft pink, and he rolled his eyes. “You’re an ass,” he chuckled.
“And you’re one to talk?” You asked, rolling your hips against his throbbing cock. “Your ass is fucking perfect.”
He laughed at you then, his eyes closing, his nose scrunching, and his perfect teeth shining. You pulled him into you again and kissed him, picking up your hips and slowly sinking down on his length. His mouth fell open again, and a melodic moan slipped past his lips, reminding you of the song he was humming when he’d first arrived to the green room.
As you slowly lifted yourself up before sinking down again, you asked him, “What was that song you were humming when you came in earlier?”
His eyes glinted mischievously at you, and he smirked. “You’ll have to come listen to the B-stage set and find out.”
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“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”
Just then, you heard the speakers in the arena turn up to full volume, followed by the deafening roar of the thousands of people inside. The pirate-esque introduction song that played at each show while the boys took the stage had started, and in doing so, muffled the now uninhibited sounds that spilled from Josh’s mouth.
You gave him everything you had to tip him over his edge, and you succeeded, immediately feeling the searing sensation of him releasing deep inside your core.
After the two of you had cleaned up, he rushed to throw his clothes back on, and you did the same. Just as he was about to leave, he quickly turned back around and pulled you into a feverish kiss, his tongue slipping inside your mouth one final time. You pulled back, smoothing your hands over his jacket and giving him a quick dusting off before turning him around and following him out the door. Microphone in-hand, he turned and blew you a quick kiss as you heard the crowd scream once again, followed by the intro to “The Falling Sky.” You watched him fast-walk down the long hall to the steps to go up on stage, taking care not to let his leg cramp up again. You giggled as you heard him start to sing the first verse, only having made it halfway to the stairs.
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At the halfway point of the show, the boys took the B-stage and performed their acoustic set. You’d managed to mix yourself into the crowd with a bird’s-eye-view of Josh as he walked about, interacting with the other boys and fans in a much more intimate way than he could on the main stage. Toward the end of the set, you’d gotten distracted, your eyes wandering around to all the people that surrounded you.
As Josh introduced the final song of the set, you were pulled back from your daze, your chest tightening at his words.
“This next song is a special one. I hadn’t planned on singing this tonight, but special people call for special occasions, right?” His brilliant smile flashed and melted every solid part of you as he blew a kiss to the fans in your direction before locking eyes with you for only a fraction of a second, leaving you with a wink before starting the song, later to be accompanied by Sam on the piano.
“These- arms- of- miiiiiiinneeee,
Theyyy are lo-one-leey,
Lo-onely and feeli-inn blue.
Theeeese arms of miiinnneee
Theyyy are yearr-niinn’,
Yearning from wantiii-iing you.
And if youu-ouuu,
Would let them– hoo-oo-oold you,
Oohhh how gratefu-ull I will beee.”
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Valtava
Josh Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, pain during sex (this is handled gently and lovingly) language, dirty talk, etc.
Everyone thank our dear @jake-kiszkas-smirk for the scene where his head is resting on her stomach. I’ll say no more to avoid spoiling it, but it’s delicious and it was her idea that she so kindly left in my hands. Thank you, you filthy genius, you. I love you madly. Also, I no longer remember who to credit for this pic of Josh, it’s been in my camera roll so long. But I couldn’t not use it for this…that’s dangerously close to sacrilege.
“This scene right here,” Josh speaks over Ray Liotta’s musings, one arm stretched across the back of his couch, the other bent to stroke his thumb along your jawline, absently “This is where Scorsese really stretches his wings. Here we are, watching the heinous discovery of murder after murder while Layla, a song about love and lust, lulls us. We feel both safe and shaky.”
His fingers now wind through your hair, relaxed and warm, with your head in his lap. “I think it serves as a reminder that even ugly can dip its toe into the waters of beautiful, if you squint hard enough.”
He pauses and talks over his own stream of thoughts, “Well, most ugly things, anyway. Someone saw these murders as a necessary evil. Something to ensure the world they had built for themselves, for their families, stayed clean. Someone went home and slept a little easier knowing there was one less heart beating out there ready to turn state's witness on them.”
You nod and hope for him to keep going. The way his mind works fascinates you, as does the unique lilt of his tone, and the excitement that sharpens his gaze when he is ruminating on something that really spins the wheel for the hamster in his brain.
Catering to your unspoken wish, he carries on, “And maybe even the victims were in on the method to the madness, y’know? They chose the life they chose, they understood how quickly loyalty and love can shape- shift into survival and self preservation. Layla helps the audience understand. It marries the beauty and the bloodshed for the people in the seats.” he shakes his head in wonder. “It’s fucking genius.”
“Thought your brother was the big Marty fan?” You ask, studying the perfect cupid's bow of his lips from below.
“Jake?” His eyes are on the screen, but his focus is on you. “Tarantino. I dig the use of his nickname, though. Marty. It makes it seem as if you have him over for dinner regularly.”
“Maybe I do.” You tease.
You earn a smile, but still not his gaze. “And what do you serve?”
Adopting a tone of nonchalance, you shrug, “Usually, we make love until dawn and then share cold spaghettiOs right out of the can.”
“Ah,” He nods seriously, “the opulence. It’s all very grand.”
A comfortable silence wraps itself around you both until you have a thought that pokes to be shared.
“Do you suppose Scorsese might have chosen Layla because of the double-edged sword it also happens to be as a piece? Since Clapton wrote it about his best friend's wife?” You feel a blush heat your cheeks, and immediately wish you hadn’t contributed. He knows so much about film and you know so little.
True to Joshua-form, however, he hushes your unease effortlessly. “Shit! I’d never even considered that. The beauty for Clapton was the ugly for Harrison. God, I’m so in love with the way your mind sees everything that’s invisible to mine.”
I’m so in love with…
He means the ideas in your head, the quiet corners of your thoughts, but it quickens your heart and nudges the butterflies in your stomach to life, nonetheless.
So, you pull yourself up, a thigh nestled on either side of his waist in the blink of a breath.
“Hi.” You long for the timid smile dancing shyly on your lips to morph into something sultry. Something sexy. Something that might flicker the darkened flame, that hides down deep in his belly, to life.”
“Hi.” He grins back, allowing you to wiggle around until you’re comfy in his lap. “If Goodfellas is boring you, I stand zero chance of keeping you entertained, baby love.”
Your fingers worry over the beads looped around his neck and then twist into the soft pink linen of his shirt, finally coming to rest at the button fastened nearest to his throat. Your eyes travel over him, hungry to soak him in. To tuck this image of Josh, so quietly content with you perched above him, away in your heart…a pretty picture to revisit when he inevitably becomes a memory.
What is he thinking? That question seems to occupy your mind more often than any other. He is an enigma. A mystery parading as wide open sunshine.
Intrusive thoughts, cruel and unrelenting, silently bully you. You’ve become quite adept at ignoring them over the years, opting for at least some semblance of normalcy in your quest for a happy, healthy life. Whatever that means.
But these thoughts in particular are cloaked in far too much truth…too many signs pointing to the worst being the obvious…to be easily disregarded.
You want to say these things to him. If only to bask in the assurance you might catch in his reply. But to risk the absence of said reassurance, is a feat too great.
Instead, you begin a tentative roll of your hips as you lean in close to meet his pillowy lips with your own. He tastes of mint, and the IPA he has been nursing, and Josh.
Like always, he indulges the kiss, but stills your hips, and you long to vanish into thin air, leaving nothing more than a coiling wisp of smoke in your wake. The rejection comes with a throbbing ache in your chest. Is your heart truly breaking? Now you’ll be forced to offer it to him in pieces.
And he isn’t the only one to indulge in old habits, because, also like always, you crawl into the safe embrace of humor. “You’re right, Joshua…you’re boring me. Back to the brilliant mind of Marty, my beloved.”
You slide off of him and stretch back out on the couch, focusing on the screen to hide your tear glossed eyes as he gets comfortable behind you.
“Scorsese, you bastard,” he shakes his fist in mock indignation, “how dare you steal the affections of my woman?”
A forced laugh comes out sounding a little too close to a sob. You play it off as best you can. Nothin’ to see here.
Alas, he catches it. And, of course, he won’t leave it alone, though you certainly ask him too.
“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?” He turns you toward him, hovering over you as you lie on your back and long to melt away. “Talk to me.”
“I just— I mean,” death seems of great comfort. “Is it me? Do you not… are you not… am I not pretty enough? Or sexy enough? Or… I don’t know,”
A frown of deep concern furrows his brow as his palms move to cup your face, “What? Are you not…Jesus, baby, of course you are. Fuck, if anything you’re too much. Too pretty, too sweet, too smart, too sexy.”
Your words come quiet and small, quivering with painful vulnerability “Then why?” You close your eyes, and thankfully, he allows you to hide this way.
Exactly what you knew would happen, happens. He lies without lying. “Why, what?” He sounds of feigned confusion. He knows what you mean.
Throat now constricted and pulsing with a wringing pain, you close your eyes tighter, unwilling to bear witness to whatever lie will follow his last. “Why don’t you want me?”
A tear breaches the dam you had hoped was impenetrable. You loathe and curse it.
“Hey, shhh…don’t do that. Don’t cry.” He brushes the tear away and then kisses over the path it took.
“Don’t cry?” You snap. A twinge of regret flares to life within you. You’ve never spoken to him unkindly, and could it be that there’s no going back? Perhaps this is it; the end of the road you’ve been heading inevitably for.
To your great surprise, he laughs. You crack an eyelid open to find it sincere. “So, she’s capable of something other than sugar, spice, and everything nice, after all.”
His hand smooths down your chest - can he feel the violent rattle of your heart as it thrums and beats out of control?
When at last he speaks, there is an edge to his tone you’ve never heard before. It warms you clear through to your curling toes “You think I don’t want you?”
You shrug, all pink cheeks and complete ineloquence.
“Well,” he soothes, drawing gentle patterns upon your temple and forehead, “you should know, that is far from the case.”
But, rather than take the moment further, as he so easily could, as you so desperately want him to, he sinks into an innocent position - resting his cheek on your stomach as you struggle to keep it from rising and falling too rapidly, his eyes, once more, on the screen.
The film drones on; mafia murders and cocaine swirling down flushed toilets. Betrayal and 20/20 hindsight…
…and on you watch, on the surface - in reality, you can think of nothing else other than the weight of his head on your stomach.
There is a dull ache there, inside you, gripping at every nerve ending all at once. He knows what you want, and he very obviously doesn’t want the same thing. He doesn’t want you.
He speaks first, and there’s too much truth in it. He knows you too well. “I need you to stop that.”
“Stop what?” You stupidly offer a tiny shrug, but for what? He isn’t even looking at you.
“Your walls, I can feel you stacking bricks. Stop, or I’ll take a wrecking ball to them.” he pets over your forearm comfortingly. It doesn’t help.
“Alright, Miley,” you toss the joke out like a life preserver for yourself. “Just don’t start licking sledgehammers and we’ll be alright.”
He gives you the softest laugh. It more closely resembles a sigh, “Is it only sledgehammers that you are opposed to me licking?”
Oh.
When he coolly pushes your shirt up and begins dragging his lips, licked slick and warm, around your belly button, you think you might burst into tiny, burning, longing, pieces. God, how you want him.
“You like that, baby love?” He speaks the words melodically into the room like a lullaby, hushed as a priest absolving you of your sins in a darkened confessional.
A whiny hum is all you seem capable of, but it doesn’t look like it matters much to him.
“Yeah?” He’s teasing now, and you think it might kill you. Your hips begin a barely perceptible rock in response. “Can I touch you, sweetheart? Do you want that?”
“Josh, please,” his name is less than a whisper. It’s a plea gasped into the dark, dancing with the flickering glow of the tv as it blinks and changes like lightning.
The warmth of his hand between them causes your thighs to twitch and tremble, but he hovers just above making actual contact. “God, look at you. How could you ever doubt how much I want you? So pretty. Can I touch you here, baby? My pretty, pretty girl.”
With a soft moan, you lift your hips, pressing into his palm. He doesn’t push for words, your body has given him all the consent he needs, and the want in your eyes reiterates.
His mouth is wandering your soft, flushed, stomach as he slides your pants away, gentle and sure, the tip of his tongue bridging the distance between his kisses.
Your hands weave down into his wild curls, comforted by the way they wrap themselves into your touch, spiraling around your fingers as you tug at them and tenderly scratch over his scalp. A particularly sweet drag brings a shiver to life on his shoulders. He groans in appreciation and runs away with another piece of your heart.
“Oh, fuck,” you murmur, surprised and grateful, when at last, he sinks a single finger into your warmth.
Should you at least have the decency to feel shy about the sound it makes? About the way you must be soaking his skin? Perhaps. But you don’t, and judging by the curse he secrets into the still of the night, there isn’t any reason to.
“Does that feel good?” He isn’t taunting you, it’s a genuine question, but there is a hint of a teasing tone there as well, peeking out from around the edges of his words and you think it might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.
“So good.” You’re whining and writhing beneath him, tiny pouty huffs of breath tumbling off your lips over and over…but you don’t care about that either.
His finger slips out and you mourn it pitifully, until it swirls around your swollen clit, tearing a shaking cry out of your chest. And then, there it is again, filling you as his thumb begins a slick trail of tight circles just right.
“You want more?” Oh god…the way he sounds, the way you feel. He’s setting you further and further on fire with his gentle, decadent, prodding. With his breathy, gingerly obscene questions. Flames - scorching and crackling - lick up inside you. Incinerating as they consume.
“More?” He asks again, rasping the word, wantonly urging you on.
“Yes!” You nod frantically, spreading your legs further. You want him, need him, so badly…coveting the very breath in his lungs for its privilege of being inside him in a way you’ll never know. You long to trickle down into his pores and vanish.
A second finger - they feel longer than they have ever looked - joins the first and then begins a perfect, guiding, curl.
Tucking into that perfect place inside you, he fucks the pads of his fingers against it ever so carefully. Gently spinning your head in every direction.
He rests against your belly as the muscles inside churn and flex beneath his ear, watching intently as his hand fucks away at you. He wonders what it might be like to stretch you to almost breaking. How it would feel to push another finger inside, and then another, and another. When would you tell him to stop? Three? Four? Could you take that burning stretch? Would you relish it and ask for more? Fuck, he hopes so.
But you feel so tight around him…just two fingers full and you’re squeezing like you’ll never let go. He worries, and the pounding pulse of neglect that aches rhythmically in his cock, reminds him that he worries rightly so.
He has always believed you to be the most beautiful thing his eyes have ever had the pleasure of landing upon, but he’s never seen you like this - spread open, soaked and puffy with want. With need…for him. It doesn’t seem possible.
The way you move…fluidly, like ripples chasing over the surface of a placid lake, urging him along with your body. Your gorgeous cunt sucking his fingers in. A goddess, a beckoning siren, an angel…he can’t look away.
Can’t until he hears it, until he feels it, how close you are. Wild, frothing, horses couldn’t keep him from the gift of watching your face as you fall apart. An army of men wouldn’t stand a chance. He wants this moment with you, and he will have it. He wants to make you cum, and he wants to watch your eyes go blurry with it, and so watch he will.
“C’mon, baby…” he goes breathless when his face tilts up to meet yours. You are flushed and panting, lips parted. The soft pink of your tongue just barely visible, blushing like saltwater taffy in your mouth and he wants to lick against it, wants to taste you.
The smallest blips of a sound he can’t describe chase each other out of that beautiful mouth he wants to kiss so badly. Tiny uh’s that shift into gasps of desperation. You’re right there, and he wants it more than you do.
With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he eases his chin into the softness just below your navel, creating a delicious pressure, and crooks his finger so perfectly, pressing and stroking until it feels like you’re floating and the only thing holding you in place is him.
It is celestial. He is every constellation and you are the astronomer, feet held to the ground by gravity, eye pressed against a telescopic lens hopefully, frantic for a glimpse of his wonder.
There is only Josh.
“Almost there, pretty girl,” he nods, gaze glossed with lust and something that looks like love. “You gonna give it to me?”
You are. You’re going to give it to him. You couldn’t stop it now if you tried. Fluttering walls trap him inside you as his stare fixes, unmoving and heated, with yours.
“That’s it, baby love, that’s it.” He urges you on, leads you deeper and deeper, those long, warm, perfect, fingers working you like he’s been there a thousand times before. “Shh, you’re alright. I’m right here, just breathe for me.”
That’s all it takes for you to realize your lungs are burning for a breath you’ve been unknowingly denying them - and with that hissing, hungry, gasp for air, you explode under him.
He watches, mezmorized, as your eyes roll back, teeth clenched like some ethereal, feral creature. It bursts out of you, clear and shimmering, like liquid diamonds, but you don’t know it yet, he can tell…you’re too far gone, and he fucking loves it. He fucking loves you.
He has said it aloud. I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much. I love you.
But that’s the thing that he doesn’t know yet because he’s also too far gone.
You’re quiet, gentle. Sweet, whining whimpers floating out of you as you vibrate and spill.
On your end, you hear the confession of how deeply his feelings run, but you don’t register…it will settle in later and you’ll weep for not saying it back. Though you don’t need to, he knows.
Once you’ve settled, he pushes up until you are eye to eye, lapping your release off his fingers. You’re sweet enough to lick off a whisk like cake batter, and he tells you so…but you can focus on nothing but the shining glint of you that he wears so well.
Shocked by the sheer amount, you blush hard and hot. Burning brighter still when it drips from his hand and lands on your lip. In an act you don’t seem aware of, you lick it away like a raindrop. The very sight of it, the somehow still innocent depravity, weakens him until he is forced to swallow a whine.
“Had I known what I was missing,” he grins lazily, “I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”
The confusion sends you crashing back to reality.
“But why stop yourself at all?” Your eyes are so wide and clear. It makes him want to gather you up and keep you safe.
Once more, it crosses his mind that you’re an angel. He wonders where your wings have gone.
“Because, I—“ he falters, shaking his head as if he might rattle his thoughts into place. Finally, he opts to show, not tell, pressing his hips against yours so you can feel him.
And feel him, you do, but only for a moment. He’s so hard you’re cozy from the heat of it through the sweats he was lounging in when you arrived.
You’ve noticed. Of course you have. You’ve stolen a glance or two when he wasn’t looking. How could you not? You’d just always thought, and not to be crass, you’d always just assumed he was a shower, rather than a grower.
Now you aren’t so certain. He felt massive during the short amount of time he was rocking into you.
“You’re thinking very hard, baby love.” He smiles down at you. “Are those thoughts in my favor, or…?”
He trails off and awaits your answer with that Josh-like patience. Rather than speaking, you curl your hands around the waistband of his pants and then cast your eyes up, in silent question.
Nodding the go ahead, he continues watching you closely…studying your reaction as you tug him free.
“Oh, fuck,” the expletive sighs out of you as the tip of his cock - leaking, angry and swollen - slaps up, well above his belly button, with a solid thump.
He’s big. So big. Long and thick, beautifully shaped. Blushing pink at the head, and visibly pulsing under your awestruck scrutiny. You absently wonder how he isn’t light-headed for the amount of blood it must require to bring him to such full attention.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He explains softly, finally letting you in on the secret of why he’s been so skittish, “And I didn’t want to…”
His confession loses traction as he watches your mouth rather than meeting your gaze.
Your palms reach for him, cupping his angelic face with as much gentleness as the renewed desire racing through your veins will allow. “You didn’t want to what?”
While he searches for the words, you curl your thighs around him and pull him in, moaning out his name like a mantra when you feel him against you, skin to skin.
“God damn, baby…” he rocks his hips closer to yours and then remembers what he’s doing. “I didn’t want to scare you. And I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Yeah, you said that.” You tease, trying to lighten the heavy load of his anxiety.
“I know.” His mouth meets yours, searching out a slow, needful kiss. “But I kept imagining hurting you, and you being too sweet to say so. I’m still imagining it.”
Your tongue licks into his mouth as you wrap your fist around him. “Look at you, Josh,” you smile shyly through a kiss that is anything but shy. “My fingers don’t even touch.”
“Grew up under some power lines.” He teases, relaxing as he pecks along your jaw.
“I want you inside me.” You sound despondent, and feel just as forlorn, the look in his eye warns you may have a fight on your hands.
“Pretty girl,” he tucks himself away and begins kissing a slow, serpentine trail down your body after he flutters your shirt, indicating he wants it off. “I could barely get two fingers in your sweet little pussy. Why don’t you just let me kiss it? Don’t you want to cum on my tongue, hmm? Won’t that feel nice?”
Such filth is a captivating development, and one you like very much…but, you stop him all the same. Grabbing him by the hair with enough force to tilt his head back, pulling his mouth away from your straining nipple, you issue a demand you intend to make sure he fulfills, “I said, inside, Joshua.”
He raises an eyebrow and suppresses a grin of dirty glee. “Joshua?”
Ignoring him, you watch as he licks the pad of his thumb and then arch away from the cushion when he begins a steady, swirling journey over your clit with it. “Gonna make you cum first, love. Again and again. I’m gonna baby this gorgeous cunt until my name is the only word you want in your mouth…and then I want you to fill my mouth.”
“Jesus, Josh…” you’ve never wanted anything more, but you can hardly force the words out to convey just how fucking agreeable you are.
“You want that?” He flicks over you faster and faster, indulging in your pouty, needy cries, praying they never end. “You want to cum in my mouth? Feed me something sweet?”
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“Easy, baby love,” he coos, whispering to you like you’re a tiny, broken bird, fallen from the nest and afraid. “You’ve got to relax a little more for me.”
“Yeah…” you nod, staring up at him as if he painted your entire world into existence. And maybe he did.
No longer able to count the number of orgasms he’s gifted you with, you feel like liquid silk. Or clay in his palm, happy to be molded to his liking.
“Yeah?” He drops a kiss onto your forehead and pushes in just a hint further, eyes darting up when you hiss with discomfort.
You offer a smile for him to continue and he returns it gently, but the way he’s fighting for breath betrays him. He wants you badly, he’s going slowly mad with the need to bury into your body to the hilt.
His fingertips skate a ticklish trail down the curve of your waist and then grip into your thigh, spreading you open a bit wider.
Both bare now completely to each other for the first time, you’ve given yourself over right there on the couch. The room is silent, save for hushed words and choked breaths twisting languidly through the air, the movie long since over.
He’d wanted to carry you off to the bedroom, but you refused.
You want him here. You want him now.
Palm cradling the back of your head, he brings you forward until your mouth is sucking at his shoulder. “Just like that, sweetheart. Good girl.” His praise flips your stomach. A violent somersault of carnal need. “You just suck and bite all you want. I’m gonna take care of you. You know that, don’t you?”
Nodding urgently against him, you’re far too interested in the marks you're leaving against his overheated skin.
“Words for me, okay?” He coaxes so gently it makes your chest ache.
“You’re going to take care of me.” You mumble through a long lick along his collarbone.
Without reply, he slides in deeper, yet still not much more than the tip rests inside you.
A shocked cry escapes you before you can stifle it and his face snaps up, searching your own for tells of pain that he doesn’t have to look all that closely for. “Baby,” the pet name sings out of him, a soft crooning apology. “Let’s stop, I…”
“No, please!’ The frantic want bubbling up inside you colors your voice and surprises you both, but he masks it well.
“Hush, love. No one’s stopping yet.” he soothes, massaging your hip carefully. Just wisps of touch, but you relax beneath it like a sleepy babe cradled up snug and safe.
You’re not fond of that ‘yet’ he tacked on to the end of his promise.
“Deeper.” Your hips lift, forcing his hand while you gulp down another sound of discomfort.
“Don’t.” His grip is suddenly digging into your waist, no longer careful, but swift and insistent instead. “Let me take my time. Let me be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He’s right, and you tell him as much as he begins a slow, stuttering journey. Starting and stopping as you writhe with impatience and uncomfortability in his capable hands.
Reaching up, he guides your fingers down until they brush over your sensitive clit. “You take care of this for me, okay, baby? Help me make this easier for my pretty girl…I can’t stand the thought of hurting you.”
“Please, Josh…” you sound a mess, and who gives a damn? “Please!”
You’re right, it’s time. He knows it better than you do. He can wait no more. There isn’t far to go anyway.
Suddenly, with one firm thrust, he drives in all the way to the base, shuddering as you coil around him like a hot, wet, fist. Squeezing harder and tighter and fuck….
“So fucking tight.” He is trembling, fighting the urge to let go already. “It’s like you don’t want to let me go. Pussy so pretty and soft. Like the sweetest thing all dressed in pink. Aren’t you fucking gorgeous?”
Your eyes drift closed, breathing through the last remnants of the biting sting. You’re so full, it feels so good. So right. So completely perfect, you cannot begin to fathom how you’ve lived all these years without him inside you.
“Say it.” He sounds like an angel clawing his way closer and closer to something he can’t survive without any longer.
“What?”
“Tell me you’re gorgeous.” He’s fucking you faster now…and it stings, but it hurts so good you want to feel the burn forever. “Say you’re my beautiful girl. Come on, I wanna know that you know.”
“I—“ your face flares as pink as the cunt he’s currently locked inside
“That’s it, baby love…” he coaxes, pumping into you with long, torturous strokes. “C’mon,”
A little less tentative now - he effortlessly makes you believe - the words finally come “I’m gorgeous.”
He smiles so wide his nose crinkles as he nods and dips his lips to meet your own. “Fuck yes you are. My pretty girl. You’re doing so well, look at you. Just taking and taking and taking me.”
Pulling you up and away from the pillow gently, he guides your line of sight to the sinful image of him gliding in and out of you. His cock, glistening and covered in your unbridled desire - it catches the light and steals your heart. Is it possible to be in love with a cock? Or are you just in love with the man who wields it?
Both. Most definitely, both.
“Look, baby, look…” a quivering huff escapes him. “It’s like coming home. Being inside you is like coming fucking home.”
“Harder,” you beg, winded and lost. He feels so good inside you. Stretched further than you ever thought possible around him, you clench and twist a fist into the throw pillow beneath you until your fingernails threaten to rip it open.
“Just…fuck,” his pretty face buries itself in the crook of your neck with a whimper as he falters. “Just a little.”
The room is hazy and blurred, filled with sounds neither of you can seem to quiet. Each moan and breath filling your head up until you feel feverish. Every groan and gasp pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Your bodies meet in a sweat glazed dance that causes your teeth to grit together - biting down hard to suppress a scream that he might confuse with pain.
He tucks his own teeth into your throat deeply, growling out a melodic sound that sets you on fire, when the salt of your skin hits his tongue.
A shaky, “I’m gonna cum, baby love…where, baby, where?” Pants out of him with a desperate urgency the moment he releases your skin from his bite.
“Inside…” you plead, clawing at his waist as your thighs lock him in close. “Cum inside me…c’mon. Please,”
“Pretty girl begging for my cum. Begging me to ruin this beautiful little cunt…” he sounds as if he’s talking to himself, like he’s trying to convince himself that you’re real.
“Ruin it, baby,” your palms drift up his back, slow and steady…urging him along gently. “Ruin me.”
A sound so exquisitely angelic rumbles up out of his chest. Deep and primal, but somehow gentle and submissive, like he wants to fall at your feet in veneration of something holy and ancient.
He falls against you, pulling you as close as he can get you, and then draws the scent of your hair in only to feel that much closer. Rocking into you as he slowly comes down and finds himself.
Gathering you in his arms, he lifts you away from the disheveled couch, ignoring you when you protest weakly that you can walk.
A bath is drawn and laced with plain epsom salt to soothe your throbbing muscles. He slips into the steaming water behind you, cradling you as he drags a washcloth over your skin.
Quiet verses of a song you’ve never heard are whispered in your ear as you drift into a light slumber without worry, confident that he will keep your head safe above water.
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Better Than Words
DANNY WAGNGER X FEMALE READER
A/N: Long overdue for some Danny love. I’ve been waiting for the right idea to come to mind to write about him, so I hope this does some justice.
Word Count: 3.3k
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), praise kink, degradation, humiliation kink, slapping kink, semi public sex, oral sex (m rec), slight fingering, breeding kink, slight choking kink, cum play, dom (m) sub (f), p in v, rough sex. I think that’s it!
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You can’t imagine a better way to spend your day off. Perched on the couch with your favorite book, you sprawl your legs out across the couch. You’ve been looking forward to this moment since Monday, daydreaming about this incredible book your boyfriend–Danny–had bought you for your birthday a few weeks prior. You nurse on a glass of red wine here and there but never let it sway your attention too far from the book, just sipping enough to savor the taste.
You read through the whole afternoon, only stopping to go to the bathroom and make lunch. You have your ankles crossed and your nose in the book when you hear the keys jiggle in the lock. Within seconds, the door opens, briefly stealing your attention.
Danny gives you a warm smile that is quickly replaced by an apologetic frown once he notices he’s interrupted your reading. You grin at him as he maneuvers through the kitchen, emptying his pockets onto the kitchen island like he does every day.
“Hey, you. You’re home early,” you say, returning to your book again.
“Yeah, I texted you an hour ago. Josh and Jake got into a small fight so we called it a day early,” he explains. You hear him rustling through the fridge, pulling out a canned beverage. He cracks it open and you listen to him gulp a few swallows down.
“Daniel,” you whine, eyes fixated on him once more.
He sets his can down and raises his hands in defense. “Sorry, baby. I’ll get out of your hair,”
You watch him strut past you and down the hallway. He disappears into the bedroom first, exiting it with a towel. Then, as promised, he vanishes into the bathroom and leaves you alone. You take another sip of your wine and soak in the sound of water running faintly in the background. It adds to your vision and you cuddle back into your seat.
Thirty minutes later, the water shuts off. Knowing he never covers up after he showers, you tilt your head to the left to get a glimpse of him. He sways from side to side, radiating confidence and strawberry scented shampoo. He sees you out of his peripheral vision and yells, “How’s your book, babe?”
“Great,” you chuckle, watching him leave your line of vision as you bring your wine back to your lips.
For some reason, your mind won’t focus on the book anymore. You’re almost halfway through, and currently in a very chaotic battle between the main character and the enemy, but all you can think about is Danny’s bare ass that’s pacing around your room right now.
After dressing himself, he quietly roams the kitchen once more. He tugs a few grapes into his mouth, barely making any noise. You want to watch him. You wonder what his hair looks like, what shirt he’s wearing, if he’s wearing sweatpants or shorts. Biting your lip, you take a peak.
You stare for a second too long and his eyes flick to yours, victory glossing over them. “See something you like?” he winks.
“Yeah, actually. Toss me a few grapes, will you?” you smirk. He only rolls his eyes and makes his way over to you. You grab a few pieces of fruit from his large bowl, eyes dancing over his tan face. “Just sit down, yeah? We can share.”
“Really?”
“Mhm,” you nod, tucking your legs to your chest and patting the seat beside you. “Just keep quiet,”
“Whatever you want,” he falls back against the cushion.
Danny scoots closer to you, grabbing both of your legs and tossing them over his lap. He pats them a few times before setting the bowl on them. He grabs the remote and when you give him a nod, he turns to a channel.
The two of you sit in silence, although he seems to actually be into the movie vs. you having no interest in your book anymore. You scan over his side profile, admiring his long dark eyelashes and his beautifully sculpted nose. His lips are wet from the juice of the grapes and you imagine what they would taste like right now if you sucked one into your mouth.
You’re suddenly aware of his hands on your thighs, stroking small circles into your flesh. You’re wearing your comfiest set of PJs, which also happen to be the skimpiest. The short’s material barely covers your ass when you walk and right now, it’s riding up your thighs, giving Danny more area to work with. His fingers dig deeper into your skin and you can’t help but let out a small whine in pleasure. Danny’s eyes stay focused on the TV. Defeated, you set your book down on the table beside you.
“What are you doing? I thought you wanted to read?” he asks, his tone mocking.
“I’m taking a break,” you roll your eyes, grabbing another grape.
“Fine, but don’t brother me,” he quips, throwing your words from earlier back at your face.
You groan and scoot closer to him, chaining your arms together. “I’m sorry, love.” you kiss his bicep, letting your lips linger longer than necessary. “Let me make it up to you?”
His breathing hitches as you tug at the skin of his neck, yet his eyes never leave the screen. You lick the spot under his ear and his eyes flutter shut briefly. You remove the bowl from his lap, replacing it with your soaked core. Straddling him now, you throw your arms around his neck. He sighs and gives you a look that makes you throb.
“Whatcha doin up there?” he asks, planting his hands on your waist.
“You, hopefully.” you smirk, pulling him into a kiss.
His hands drift from your waist to your ass as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like summer and grapes, making you drag your tongue farther into his mouth. He moans into you, grabbing your ass cheeks with both of his large hands. He pushes the material up, playing with the flesh like putty in his hands. Your hands tangle in his dark locks, tugging and gripping on it just how he likes. His hands drag your body into his waist and you lose all your dignity as you feel him grow against your center.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whimpers, grinding you back into his erection.
You smile as you trail kisses along his neck, nipping at the flesh, sucking the skin into your mouth. He pulls the fabric of your shorts farther up, giving him more area to work with. Shivers shoot down your spine as his finger drags over your clothed entrance.
“Oh, god…” You whine pathetically as if you haven’t gotten laid for months when in reality, it was yesterday.
“You’re so wet, honey. What were you reading over there?” he sneers, kissing your neck.
“I wasn’t reading,” you cry, jaw falling slack.
His hand crashes against your ass, making you jump and grind farther into him. The sting makes you moan, another wave of vibrations coursing through your body.
“So we’re lying now, hm? You were so mean to me earlier because you wanted to read and when I let you, you stopped. Why is that?” He continues sucking on your skin. With his hot mouth on your skin, you’re unable to form a thought quick enough to satisfy him. With another crack of his hand, you yelp and throw your head into the corner of his neck. “Not gonna talk now?”
“Again,” you whine. You should feel pathetic for asking him to slap you again, but you’re so turned on right now you don’t care.
Crack!
“Yeah? You like that?” he whispers into your ear, making goosebumps line your skin. His hands return to your slit, gathering your wetness on his fingers. He pulls them out and uses his other hand to make you sit up. Bringing his hand between both of your faces, your eyes gaze at the soaked digits. Your slick shimmers in the summer light, making you bite your lip. “You see how wet you are, honey?”
You nod, opening your mouth and he slips the two fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, eyes glued to his. He groans as you swirl your tongue across the tips of them, licking up every drop of your own arousal while you drip onto his lap.
“Wanna suck something else?” he asks, and when you nod, he smirks. “Fuck, yeah. Right here. On your knees.”
You obey him, sliding off his lap and sinking to your knees. You welcome the shiver that the hardwood floor below brings. Danny stands and shuffles to the large window covered by white blinds the two of you had picked out when you first moved in. He pulls the string, allowing them to fall open. The sun rays shoot into the living room, blinding you for a second.
“Danny–” you start but he quickly interrupts you.
“Nope. You wanted to be a brat so now you can let everyone see you get treated like one. And you’re gonna take it all, right? No complaints?”
You nod your head, hands tugging at his sweatpants. You tug them down, his hard cock surprising you. “No underwear?” you ask. “It’s almost like this was your plan all along,”
He smirks before grabbing a fistful of hair. “Shut up and suck it.” he demands, voice dripping with sex.
Removing his hands, he lets you take the lead. You lean in and kiss the tip before dragging your tongue around the slit to gather his arousal. Then, you wrap your lips around him, moaning loudly. The vibrations make him twitch and screw his eyes shut. Placing either hands on his thighs, you take him down your throat. You focus on your breathing as he reaches the hilt, a loud whimper rewarding you for your work.
“Oh, god. That’s my good girl,” he praises, massaging your scalp.
Your throat burns as you start to bob on him, swallowing every inch you’re physically able to. Danny has never been a head pusher, which you admire greatly because it would probably destroy your throat entirely. He lets you set your own pace, allowing you to take as much time as needed. He has no worries on finishing, the two of you becoming so familiar with each other’s bodies that it’s never an issue.
You gag around his length, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. You watch Danny toss his head back and his mouth make an ‘o’ shape. You swirl your tongue over him, tracing his veins as he holds your hair into a ponytail.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, honey. I wonder if the neighbors think so too,” he pants, making you squeeze your thighs together. “Yeah? You like that idea, don’t you? Do you like the thought of people seeing you gagging on my dick?”
You can’t help the wail that leaves your chest. You repeatedly shove him down your throat, making him twitch and wither in your mouth. He hisses and you watch his jaw clench, tugging you away from his hard cock. His hands grip under your arms and he lifts you to your feet.
“Can’t wait any longer. Gonna fuck this pretty pussy,” he grabs the back of your neck and turns you towards the window. “Gonna bend over and stick your head out? Wave to all the neighbors as you soak my cock?” You moan in reply. “Yeah, right. You’re mine. They don’t get a show.”
He removes his hand from your neck and places it on your lower abdomen instead. He guides you backwards until your back is flat against the wall. He rids your shorts and panties quickly, tossing them behind his head with no care for where they end up. His fingertips immediately drag through your folds, causing you to latch onto his upper arms.
“So wet and pretty,” he coos in your ear, slipping his middle finger inside of you.
“Danny. Please fuck me,”
His finger pumps into you steadily for a few more seconds before he pulls away. “Fine. Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. Remember you asked for it,”
You yelp as he rips his own shirt off, his hands then moving to grip the back of your thighs. They dig into your skin, hard enough to leave a mark. You cry as he lifts you off the ground. As told, you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. You’re already clawing at his warm skin, making him shiver as he slides the tip of himself through your folds. With one hand under your ass to keep you in place, he thrusts into you.
You’re shoved back into the wall with a thud, your head smacking the surface. You wince, but Danny keeps going. He barely gives you any time to adjust which is just how you like it. Something about the way you can feel him stretching you just drives you absolutely insane.
“You’re. So. Tight. Princess.” he says, each word escaping with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Your nails dig into the skin of his back, having no regard for the scratches you’re leaving. He whines at the feeling. Moving a hand to your breast, he squeezes and tugs on your hardened nipple. He lowers his head just enough to pull the flesh into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His tongue swirls and sucks on it, biting with his teeth until you squeeze around his shaft that’s buried deep inside you.
You’re close, and the desire to finish causes you to remove a hand from Danny’s back to rub circles into your clit. You work at a fast pace into the swollen bead until a hand catches it, bringing the motion to a halt. You’re wailing, hips bucking in to meet Danny’s thrusts.
“Move your hand,” he growls, lacing your fingers together and pressing it above your head.
“Daniel,” you warn.
“Your pussy is heaven, darling. I’ve never seen anything as pretty,” he cries, sucking on your neck. “She’s squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna come? Gonna make a mess on my cock and show me how much you love me?”
His words combined with his violent thrusts send you over the edge. Your back arches away from the wall, legs loosening around Danny’s waist as your mind goes blank. Not wanting you to fall, Danny lets your hand go and places both hands on your thighs to support you. Even after you’ve come down from your high, his pace doesn’t slow.
“Oh my god…” you say.
“I know. Just take it, yeah? Be my good slut and fucking take it. Take my cock that’s all soaked from your cunt. Give me another one,”
Hair clings to your forehead, glued in place from the sweat beads drizzling down your face. Your breasts bounce with every assault of Danny’s hips. The sensitive skin rubs against his toned chest, adding to your overstimulation. Your clit feels as if it might explode as he places his thumb on the bundle of nerves. You’re scrambling away from the feeling but his grip only tightens.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? You wanted to play dirty, so we’re playing dirty. Now shut up and let me cum,”
You smirk at his words, pulling away from the crook of his neck you were hiding in. “You couldn’t cum if I didn’t make noise,”
“Is that a bet?”
Shit. “Yep,”
“Alright,” he shrugs, and moves away from the wall, you in his arms. Tossing you to the couch, he buries your face in the corner. “Don’t make a sound.”
You struggle to breath when he pushes himself back into you, hands gripping your waist as you meet his thrusts. A growl of pleasure rips through Danny’s chest, the sound making you bite back a moan of your own. He removes a hand from your waist and you wonder what he’s doing. You find out seconds later when a sharp painful sting falls across your ass. You bite into the cushion, trying not to make a sound. He does it again before squeezing the red area with his hands.
“You like that,” he moans, hands digging into the skin of your ass. “My good good girl likes it rough, huh? I’m fucking soaked, god. You’re so hot. ‘M gonna cum. Right in this pretty pussy. Gonna give it to you, yeah? Fill you up with my cum like you’re nothing but a pretty fuck-toy.”
Tears stream down your face as you try not to speak. When his hand snakes around your waist and begins rubbing your clit again, you can’t hold back. You squeal at the feeling of him attacking your overly-sensitive clit. He laughs from above you in victory, biting into the skin on your shoulder. His hips buck into you, your body doing it’s best to take all of it.
“Cum for me,” he begs. “Please, I need it so bad. One more. Go on, soak it.”
As if your body is wired to his mind, you climax again. Danny’s praising you again but it all sounds like mumbles to you from your position. Seconds after you finish, he does too. You feel him release himself into you, his warm ropes of cum decorating your insides like frosting on a cake. The warmness spreads through your body as you come down again. Danny uses you until he’s finished, deep and rough moans of pleasure ripping through his chest. Eventually, his movements falter to a stop.
He slips out of you, a string of cum connecting the two of you. He whines at the view before tearing it down with his fingers. You lay still until his hands flip you onto your back. You spread your legs as you feel him begin to drip out of you. He looks like a Greek god perched above you, the light accentuating his features. The muscles on his arms are outlined, along with his stomach muscles. His eyes are glued to your cunt that is overflowing with his cum.
He notices you watching him and bites his lip. “Look at this,” he leans over you and pulls your neck so you’re craned to look at yourself. “Fucking perfect,”
“Danny,” you heave.
“Yeah? You like how my cum looks running down your legs, sweet thing?” he asks, thumb tracing across your cheek.
“Fuck, I love it.” you admit.
“I’m gonna get you pregnant one of these days,” he runs his fingers through his hair before falling onto your chest.
“Danny, I’m on birth control,” you can’t help but giggle.
“We need to get you off it asap,” he says.
“What? You want a baby?” you’re stunned.
“I want everything with you. Besides, you’d be so hot pregnant. And your boobs would be massive,” he kisses your stomach.
You swat at his head with a chuckle. “You’re such a boy,”
“I’m just saying! That does happen, you know. They get all round and full with milk,” he stares up at you, tongue dragging over your nipple.
“Danny,” you whine. “Save this energy for later. I’m exhausted,”
“Yeah me too,” he agrees. “How about a bath? You can tell me about that book you’re reading,”
“Sounds good. But I don’t remember anything after you got out of the shower,” you admit.
“What can I say?” he shrugs. “Who would want to read when I’m here?”
You smile. “Now that I can agree with.”
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Dance for Me
Author's Note: This was a request from the lovely @jake-kiszkas-smirk so thank you for trusting me with your horny thoughts 🖤 and thank you @earthlysorrows for helping me edit!
Summary: Josh finds your old stripper heels in the back of your closet and requests a dance
Content Warnings: masturbation (m.), oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, stripping, dirty talk, swearing, brief mention of sex work, sexual content (18+ minors do not interact)
Word Count: 5k
"Hey babe?" Josh called from the closet, his voice muffled by the clothes that surrounded him.
"Yeah?" you called back, listening for the sound of his voice again as you sat in bed, book in hand. But instead of hearing anything, you saw his bouncy curls emerge, a quizzical look on his face as he exited the closet with your old pair of black studded stripper heels in hand.
"What are these?" he asked, holding them up for you to see.
"Those are my old heels…" you answered hesitantly, not elaborating on what exactly they were from. Although, it was quite obvious they weren't everyday shoes.
The heels themselves were long and thin. Dangerous looking, really, as they supported a platform about four inches tall. Shiny and black and covered in pointed steel studs that caught the light about the room well, they resembled some of the outfits you had buried in your lingerie drawer that sometimes made an appearance on special occasions. But these had been hidden away like the job you had done while wearing them.
"Where exactly did you wear these?" Josh asked with a cheeky grin suddenly spreading across his lips as the image of you wearing them clearly began to form in his mind.
"Well…I used to be a dancer. A stripper, actually…" you explained slowly, waiting to see his reaction and praying he wouldn't judge you.
It wasn't that you'd been keeping it from him. You just hadn't found a way to tell him yet. Your relationship was still fairly new and it tended to freak guys out when they heard you were a stripper, even as far in the past as it was.
But there was no hint of any judgment on Josh's face. In fact, he seemed only amused by the idea, a smile teasing up at the corner of his plush lips.
"You've been keeping secrets from me," he teased with a toothy grin.
You gave him a relieved smile back.
"I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted.
"I'm only sad I never got to see you perform."
You should have expected the look in his eyes, something well past teasing amusement and inching toward the dangerous territory of interest and intrigue. You could have sworn too that you saw the slightest twitch in his khaki pants that seemed to betray his thoughts. It didn't take much guessing to assume where his mind had gone, and given that he hadn't judged you even in the slightest, a refreshing change from the many insecure guys you'd dated before Josh, your mind was already turning around the same idea he seemed to be having.
Setting your book on your nightstand, you stood from the bed and slowly waltzed over to where he stood still holding your heels just outside of your closet.
"Well…" you started as you took them thoughtfully from his hand, "I could do a little performance for you now, if you wanted."
You stared up at him through your lashes, making a show of it how you would have back when you danced. His eyes flickered down to your lips as he pretended to be thoughtful for a moment, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to hollow out his cheeks. But he couldn't keep a straight face for long before the rosy tint warmed his cheeks and his lips spread into a smile.
"You read my mind," he said with a hint of a giggle behind his voice that was always so endearing.
You moved a chair into the bedroom, setting it at the foot of the bed where you instructed Josh to shed a few layers of his clothes.
"I thought you'd be the one not wearing any clothes," he joked as his fingers worked his pants and shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his tight-fitting briefs.
"Trust me, it'll feel better if you aren't wearing clothes." You gave him a cheeky smile before heading to the door of your closet. "I'm gonna go change real quick. Be good."
From your phone, you connected to your speaker to play music as you changed into one of the more forgotten pieces of lingerie you owned along with the tall heels, a nightmare to get into but quite a look if you were being honest. When you returned, his eyes went wide the moment you stepped into view. In addition to the heels, you'd donned a black number, all one piece. It was a thong crisscrossing over your pelvis in the front with straps connecting at the navel and plunging upward with thin sheer patches of material acting like cups of a bra and thin straps pulled taught over your shoulders. Truthfully, when you wore it, the material got lost in a sea of plush skin that hugged it well. And Josh looked as though he had never appreciated a view more.
"Holy shit," he breathed in a rare moment of speechlessness.
"Like what you see?" You teased him with a smile as you tried to ignore the fact that your nerves were mounting. You were never nervous dancing at the club but you didn't care about those guys. Josh you did care about. Josh you wanted to impress.
"I've never seen anything more perfect." His eyes never raised from your body. He seemed practically hypnotized by you, even before you'd begun your dance. It brought a blush to your face as you met him where he sat and turned the music up quickly before tossing your phone onto the bed. And in the dim light, you threw your leg over his lap and moved to straddle him, his hands meeting your thighs instantly.
"There's just one rule," you said softly as you took his chin in your hand and forced his attention up toward your face.
He only gave you a fervent nod, looking as if he were willing to do absolutely anything you asked of him.
"No touching," you said in a whisper with a wicked smile adorning your lips.
"No touching?" He sounded upset when he repeated the question to you, grumbling when you nodded in answer but pulling his hands away nonetheless.
"But I'll make it up to you if you're good," you said as you raised off of his lap, his eyes still wide as they stared up at you.
"I can be good for you," he promised in a mere breath as his ability to form intelligent thought began to fail him.
You began your dance the way you usually did, turning in front of him and letting your ass graze along his lap as your hands slowly worked up into your hair. As your hips swayed gently, you felt his erection growing more prominent in his briefs.
You moved to the sultry beat of the song, turning occasionally to find him staring intently, mesmerized really, pupils blown wide with lust the longer he watched. You wouldn't have been surprised if you turned and saw him drooling, honestly, and it strengthened your confidence to see him watch you that way, hardly even blinking but tilting his head occasionally to get a better view when you bent over in front of him.
You made a show of it when you did, reaching to the floor slowly as you shook your ass in front of him until you were lying fully in front of him with your ass still raised in the air, chest pressed into the ground to give him a good view of the thin material of your thong stretching across your skin. The sight alone seemed to draw a light curse from his lips that brought a pleased smile to your face.
You stayed there only a moment before you pushed your torso back upward to bounce on the balls of your feet with your thighs spread, giving him a good view of your ass jiggling. But as you raised your body, you felt the familiar warmth of his fingertips as they reached for you instinctively. He wasn't much of a visual creature, after all, though he did appreciate the view. But he had always learned best with his hands.
You turned to scold him, giving him a 'tsk' with your tongue as you took his wrists in your hands and returned to his lap, pulling his hands down below the seat of the chair and pinning them there amongst the rungs holding the legs together.
"No touching, Joshy, or the fun stops."
"Agonizing," was all he whispered, still mesmerized and sounding like he wanted to whimper and whine and press the matter, even as his hands gave in to your authority.
"I know but you're doing so well for me, so nice and hard and showing me exactly how much you like it," you said in the sultriest voice you could manage as you grinded gently along his lap, only a hint of a giggle in your voice as you praised him.
It earned a low, "Fuck," from his lips as you worked over him, swaying back and forth to the song and letting your hips guide your movements.
Turning again, you faced away from him and leaned forward, letting your ass fully press into his erection and feeling just how painfully hard he was.
"Shit, you are so fucking talented," he hissed at the contact.
"So eloquent," you giggled back.
"Go easy on me; there isn't exactly any blood going to my head at the moment."
"Oh, I can tell," you teased as you turned back around in his lap, just before sliding off and dropping to your knees in front of him.
Kneeling before him, you let your hands run up his bare thighs to play gently with the hem of his briefs before pushing his knees apart to spread his legs. You let your body roll up in the space between his legs, brushing your breasts close to his erection as you went and letting your nose guide his chin upward until you had fully climbed back into his lap. With his head tilted back as you hovered over him, you pressed your body against him.
"Fuck," he breathed in that voice that you could never get enough of, the one he used when he had just gotten off stage, painfully hard in his jumpsuit and dragging you to your knees to relieve him as he brushed the hair out of your face.
But now he didn't get to touch and you could tell it was starting to get to him as he finally dipped his hand between your bodies into his waistband to stroke along his painfully hard length.
"Did you dance this good for everyone?" he asked, his eyes still trained up toward yours as his hand worked over himself.
You ran your thumb sweetly over his cheek, not bothering to reprimand him for touching himself seeing as it wasn't technically breaking your rule, and gave him a soft smile as you leaned in to whisper into his ear. "No, I'm making it feel extra good just for you."
Leaning back, you watched as his muscles strained and tightened and his Adam's apple bobbed in his neck as he fought the urge to put his hands on your body, gulping down his lust in order to focus on the movements of his fist around his cock. He hummed as your hands ran over his biceps and down along the straining tendons in his forearm as it flexed with his motions. He was savoring and enjoying it, clearly, but his jaw still clenched tight as his hand picked up its pace beneath the thin material that still covered him.
"Do you feel good, Joshy?" you asked. Of course, you knew the answer. But you wanted to hear him say it anyway.
"So fucking good," he whispered with his eyes clamping shut as he stroked his cock harder.
Standing from his lap to continue your dance, you watched his eyes flutter open as you played with the straps of your lingerie sitting on your shoulders, making a show of pulling at the elastic to tease him with the extra skin. You wiggled your hips to the music, fiddling with the straps in the same rhythm as he watched intently with his fist still wrapped around himself, giving himself long, languid strokes. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched the tease, his brows furrowing in concentration the longer it went on until you finally pushed the thin stripes of material away from your breast to bare your chest to him. With your chest finally free, you leaned forward, resting your hands on the arms of the chair on either side of him to give him a better show of your skin, earning a groan from deep within his chest as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch.
You dropped to your knees in front of him again to put on the same display of the little material that covered your pussy. You sat on your heels and leaned your torso back onto the ground behind you, letting your back arch with one hand stabilizing you on the ground as the other ran over your clothed pussy, eliciting another desperate moan from Josh.
When you raised your body back up, his face was redder than it was before. He was watching you intently with his cock half pulled out of his briefs and leaking pre-cum over his fist that was now moving at a much faster pace than before. And you recognized the expression he wore. It was one you'd seen many times over, the one he wore when he was teetering over the edge, staring his orgasm in the face. It was a fucking beautiful sight, one that never failed to render you speechless. But now, with the fun being so close to ruined at his own hand, you didn't hesitate to speak up.
"Stop," you demanded as you stood to your feet, and he let out a sound of pathetic frustration as his hand reluctantly slowed to a halt.
You gave him only a mean laugh as you dropped into a squat once more, only this time to push his legs apart and hook your finger into the waistband of his briefs, snapping the material lightly against his skin and catching the head of his cock.
"Oh fuck!" He jerked instinctively, his eyes flying open and dropping down to where your finger traced a line down the underside of his cock, now sitting prominently against his abdomen.
"Oops," you feigned pity with a smile lingering closely behind, beginning to become mesmerized yourself in the way he looked itching to be touched even just a little bit more than you allowed.
"You little tease," he hissed without pulling his eyes away from that lazy finger that reach the base of his shift and twirled back up toward the head where it poked out of his waistband, angry and red and swollen.
"That is the idea," you smirked as you dropped your eyes to watch your own movements and the way he twitched beneath them.
It seemed an agonizingly long moment before his hand finally sprang from its hold against the rungs of the chair to grip your wrist tightly, keeping your finger where it rested against him. His eyes looked desperate when he turned them up toward you, like he was pleading with you to be nice, to give in.
"I need more," he practically whimpered.
Josh was breathtaking when he was in need, utterly mouthwatering. Really, you wanted nothing more than to ride him into oblivion right then and there. You could feel the moisture between your legs already threatening to soak through what little material covered you at just the thought. But Josh was also fun to tease and you weren't sure you were quite through with your fun.
You gave him a thoughtful look, resting the forefinger of your free hand against your chin as you pretended to be lost in thought before finally dropping it and giving him a simple, "No".
He gripped your wrist a little harder then, only a glimpse of his strength and something that never failed to turn you on, as little as you saw that side of him.
"Please mama, I'll be so good for you. So fucking good for you, I swear," he begged, his eyes turned up to you like you were his God, there only to be worshipped by him.
Pulling your wrist from his grasp, you moved your hands to cradle his face softly.
"You want to feel my pussy?" you asked, a hint of condescension in your voice that only seemed to make him twitch harder against his stomach.
"Yes, please, I need to feel you. Need to feel how wet and tight you are."
"Yeah? Does your cock ache for me?"
"Fucking always, you have no idea. I belong inside of you. Goddamnit, I belong to you."
He looked painfully hard, practically throbbing with need, a perfect seat for you as you nestled your body snugly against him. His cock fit perfectly between your legs and your breasts practically pushed into his face, you began to grind up and down his length and his reaction was immediate, his eyes rolling back and his head falling backward against the chair.
"But I'm not finished with my dance, pretty boy," you whispered against the shell of his ear as you continued your torment, beginning to torment yourself now too.
He only groaned out something unintelligible as his eyes squeezed shut and his hands flew up to your hips to work you into a faster grind. But again, you found his wrists in your palms and pushed them back down to his sides where they once again found the rungs of the chair.
"I didn't say you could touch yet," you reprimanded him before pulling the material of your panties to the side to let your wet center glide easily along his length, still half shrouded in his underwear.
"Oh fuck, mama, that feels good," he exclaimed in a breathy sigh.
He was missing the sight of your pussy leaving a wet trail of arousal along his cock, turning the material of his briefs transparent enough that you could see it throb angrily out of sheer want. But the sight of him was even better, his head thrown back to showcase his neck, red and straining, the veins along the side protruding and pulsing as his muscles tensed harder. Actually, he looked like he was about to cum with barely any touch at all and it plastered a wicked smile onto your face.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're about to cum," you sighed in the sweetest voice you could manage.
But Josh stayed silent, shaking his head fervently as his knuckles turned white and the muscles in his arms flexed.
"No? You're not gonna cum from my pussy sliding up and down your hard fucking cock? Getting it all nice and wet for you?"
"Shit-that's not fair," he groaned, using all of his strength to lift his head and look at you.
When he did, you saw the glazed look in his eyes, a half-gone look that almost made you feel sorry for not taking him into your cunt right then and there.
"I know, I just can't help myself. Been such a good boy," you mumbled as you dipped down to lick the sheen of sweat coating his neck all the way up to his chin and earning a whimper from him.
"Oh, you like that? You like when I call you a good boy?"
"Fuck, yes, I love it."
"Can you be my good boy and cum for me? Right under my lap?"
There was a look of desperation in his eyes as you leaned back and picked up your movements, like he was trying desperately to stop himself. But it was no use.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he chanted and with the string of expletives on his lips, he exploded onto his abdomen.
"So fucking beautiful when you come," you mused as you slowly brought your grinding to a halt when his pleasure began to turn into sensitivity.
Without missing a beat, you lifted off his lap and dropped to your knees between his legs, much to his confusion.
"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly as he stared down at you.
"I'm cleaning up your mess, pretty boy," you smiled.
You ran your fingertip lightly over the head of his cock, admiring the way his whole body practically twitched at even the slightest stimulation. You couldn't help but giggle lightly before leaning in to lick the cum off his head and abdomen.
"Oh fuck," he sighed as he threw his head back again at the feeling of your tongue grazing along the head of his cock and collecting his release.
"You taste so good," you breathed before finally pulling the hem of his underwear down to free him and take his head into your mouth to suck gently on it, making sure to get every last drop.
His muscles went taught immediately, his feet and thighs moving against the now stark overstimulation. He struggled to keep his hips still as he writhed beneath you, unsure if he was allowed to use his hands yet.
"Shit, it's too-too much, mama, too much," he whimpered with his hands raised next to his head, ready to dive into your hair.
You pulled your lips off of him with a hard pop and stared up at him with a wet face.
"Oh come on, you can give me a little more, can't you Joshy? Just a little more for me?"
He sucked his lip between his teeth and after a moment of thought, finally gave you a nod that brought a smile to your face before you dove in again. You took him further into your mouth to taste his salty sweet skin before swirling your tongue around the head, making him buck his hips up as his hand flew to your hair. He seemed unable to decide whether to push you further down onto his cock or pull you away to get some relief. But it did neither, just folded into your hair as he let you work up into a nasty rhythm. His hips struggled with the same dilemma, alternating between fucking up into your mouth to chase the feeling and withdrawing to escape the sensation that began to dull everything else in his body as it turned almost painful.
The sounds he made above you were like nothing you'd ever heard. It was a mix between moans and whines and whimpers as he fought the feeling of whatever was building within him, but then all at once, his grip on your hair tightened and pushed you down onto his length fully as he released down the back of your throat. His voice rising in volume as he let out a sharp curse, you felt his tip nudging the back of your throat as he rode out his high.
"S-shit, yes, that-fuck-that feels so fucking-" He was out of energy before he could even finish his sentence, collapsing back onto the chair as you pulled off of him with a hard suction.
When your lips passed his head, you made sure to suck good and hard one final time. It seemed you might even suck his soul from his body, too, the way he writhed and whimpered at the feeling, hands grabbing the sides of the seat before you treated fully and left him a gasping mess. Sweat matted his curls to his forehead and with a swipe of his hand as his chest heaved up and down, he slicked them back with the palm of his hand and an exhausted smile at his lips, ready to tinge it up into an almost cock afterglow that he wore so fucking well.
"Fuck, that was-" he started, unable to finish as he fought to regain his breath.
"I know, baby, you did so good for me," you smiled at him feeling completely and utterly satisfied. Well, other than the ache between your legs that seemed to only be fueled by the way he looked with his hair pushed back and his forehead and neck and chest dripping in sweat.
And thankfully, his exhaustion only seemed to last a mere moment before his hands instinctively reached for your body again and pulled you back onto his lap.
"I want to taste you," he whispered, the tinge of desperation gone but replaced by desire to make you cum just as hard as you had made him.
"Yeah?" you questioned, uncertain he even had the energy but hoping you'd get to find out.
"Please, more than anything. Let me show you how good I can be for you with my tongue."
He still had that look like he wanted to worship you, but much more focused. Almost dangerous, really. He looked like he knew how badly you wanted him and like he was ready to do something about it.
You gave him another faux thoughtful look in hopes it would urge on more begging from the beautiful boy sitting beneath you. He was so good at it, after all.
"I can tell how wet you are," he said, playing into your wants like he was reading your mind. He reached one hand down to run his fingers along your slit, stopping at the bundle of nerves at the helm to tease it gently with the pads of his fingers. "Please let me taste it. You deserve to feel good, you deserved to be fucked by my tongue."
It only took a fervent nod before he was picking you up in his arms and turning to plop you down onto the edge of the bed behind him. Even faster, it seemed, he was dropping to his knees before you like in prayer and pulling the crotch of your lingerie further to the side to expose your delicious cunt to himself.
"I could spend the rest of my life just buried between your legs, teasing and tasting this needy little clit," he breathed, his breath hot against your thighs as he placed gentle kisses along your skin, all while his eyes stayed fixed to yours.
You propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch as he kissed his way to your center where he used his tongue to push through your folds and prod into you, letting it sink into you so he could taste you. His eyes rolled back at just the taste and you felt your own roll at the feeling as your head dropped back to welcome the sudden pleasure flowing through your body.
He was right, you were wet, because when he withdrew his tongue, his face already glistened. But he didn't stay retreated; immediately he liked one long stripe up your slit, letting his tongue land and focus on your clit as he spread your moisture and his own saliva around with an ungodly wet noise that filled the air.
When you lifted your head to watch his movements, you were greeted with his eyes, fixed and unrelenting on yours as he worked. He sucked your clit into his mouth, creating a tight suction around it as he pulsed his lips and flicked against it with his tongue. It felt sloppy and the sounds that echoed around the room were immoral but they only served to push you closer and closer to the edge, threatening to spill over right there in his mouth.
He worked you diligently, almost to the point of overstimulation before you'd even cum, his attention to your clit unrelenting even as his fingers prodded your hole, teasing the outer rim before dipping in fully only to go back to teasing again. He brought you close fast as he curled his fingers up into you, finally letting them push and pull and curl the way you wanted to and fucking them into you nice and fast as his tongue still worked at your clit, lapping at it just right.
You were close. You were right there. Your hips bucked up into his mouth, pressing your clit harder against his tongue as you writhed, searching for the friction you needed.
"Oh fuck, Josh, yes, I'm right there!"
Your eyes fixated on him as he unwound you, making you cum hard against his mouth and tongue, all over his fingers as they slicked even easier through their rhythm of fucking into you to guide you through it a bit more gently than you had for him. And finally he was retreating his mouth altogether and pulling your legs up around his hips to push you further up the bed where he collapsed next to you.
"All this time and I never even knew," he whispered despite the content smile resting on his face.
"I'm sorry. I never know how to bring it up, especially when everyone else that I've brought it up to was so judgemental about it," you admitted.
To your surprise, he laughed and shook his head.
"They were all fucking idiots if they didn't want that."
You chuckled back, slowly at first before you both fell into a fit of giggles together.
"Yeah, I suppose I was good at my job, huh?" you teased.
"Employee of the fucking year, mama," he smiled back before launching an attack of kisses on the side of your face as you squealed for mercy.
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Covet (Masterlist)
Summary:
Life was good. No, life was great.
Was.
Until.
Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.
You welcomed him into your life—your home.
Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in.
Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.
At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader
Genre: and they were��ROOMMATES; slowburn; enemies to lovers; enemies to lovers to friends to who knows what the hell they are
Warnings: 18+ (minors stay away); struggles with anxiety; absent parents; use of drugs and alcohol; sexual situations; etc. *each chapter will include the warnings that you should be aware of as the reader. i promise.* <3
Here is a Covet Visualizer that you can refer to if you're curious what certain outfits may look like, what the boys look like at any point in the story, or if there's a special performance I envision for a chapter... use if you want!
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Covet (Roommates AU)
Word Count (currently): 194.3k+
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (sneak peek)
Chapter 6 (sneak peek)
Chapter 7 Pt 1 (sneak peek)
Chapter 7 Pt 2 (sneak peek)
Chapter 8 Pt 1
Chapter 8 Pt 2
Chapter 8 Pt 3 (sneak peek)
Chapter 9 Pt 1 (sneak peek)
Chapter 9 Pt 2 (sneak peek)
Chapter 10 Pt 1 (sneak peek)
Chapter 10 Pt 2
Chapter 11 Pt 1
Chapter 11 Pt 2 (sneak peek)
Chapter 11 Pt 3
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
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A Friend in Need
a/n: Just another little thought that turned into a whole thing! I wrote this pre-album name drop and pre-song release and I forgot that I needed to publish it. Credit to @samkiszkasfacialhair for certain artistic choices made lmfao, love you bff. Anyways, stream Greta Van Fleet's latest single, Meeting the Master 🫡
pairing: Joshxfemale!reader
word count: 3.2k
summary: He just needs some relief. Who are you to deny him?
warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, the illusion of non-consent (it's 100% consensual), friends with benefits, light manhandling, unprotected penetrative sex, rough sex, degradation, oral (m. receiving)
The fine hairs on your arms raise, the air almost crackling with a subtle electricity that your body senses before you’ve even heard him. It’s always like this, you can feel when he’s entered a room before you turn to see him.
Now that you know he’s there, you can hear his bare feet padding softly toward you and you wonder where he’d snuck in from. The front door hasn’t opened since you’ve been in the sitting room but you suppose you could have just missed each other in passing, he could have arrived and slunk up the stairs in silence as you’d stood in the kitchen filling the watering can you’re now wielding. Just as you stretch to hydrate the pothos bathing in the light streaming in through the window, a pair of warm hands slide over the skin peeking out from below the hem of your t-shirt.
It’s suddenly clear why he hadn’t announced his arrival, why his jubilant voice had not rung through the foyer, calling for you.
Something is wrong.
You know Joshua well, and you have for several years. Fast friends since the day you’d met, he’d recently asked you to look after his house when he was away, to tend his plants and the feral cat that lurks around his backyard. Although he claims he has no attachment to it, he insists on making sure it’s fed.
And so, your duties had been outlined clearly: drop by and fill the cat’s dish on the back porch, grab any mail from the box and leave it on the kitchen counter, water the plants if they need it. He’d insisted on compensating you for your efforts, which you’d declined in hopes of not ending up on his payroll.
Thank god you’d rejected his offer. Being in his employ would make what you think is about to happen rather… improper.
Without turning to face him, you keep your tone light as you settle on your heels and ask if he’s okay. He doesn’t respond with words, just drops his head forward and rests his forehead against the threadbare cotton covering your shoulder. You feel his head move from side to side as he shakes it, no.
“What do you need, Josh, how can I help?” His continued silence makes you nervous, his fingers pressed into the thin skin at your hip bones bring you closer. You know the answer, already accepted the truth of it. The watering can clatters over the hardwood as he knocks it away, you're pulled from the window and your face is pressed into the adjoining wall before you can concern yourself with the water splashed across your ankles.
With his fingers laced into the hair at the base of your neck he keeps you there, cheek pushed into the cool surface as his other hand works to push the elastic waistband of your leggings down past your hips. You open your mouth to speak, to stop him or tell him to keep going, you’re not sure but he snaps your head back and the only sound that escapes you is a pained inhale of breath. Straining to see his face over your shoulder, you find reddened cheeks and knit eyebrows, full lips set into a tight line. The flush is creeping down his neck and across his chest, bare and heaving.
“Josh…”
“Shut up. I don’t wanna talk about it.” He’s mad, or sad, or both and he’s got your leggings hugging your thighs just above your knees, fingers tucked under the plain cotton at your hip, already sliding it down. “I need to fuck something, how fortuitous to find you here even though you knew I was getting back today. Convenient.”
Oh, he’s pissed.
Your panties fall and meet the bunched up fabric at your knees but the hand that’s pushed them there doesn’t leave you, its fingertips skim up the back of your thigh and sink into the soft flesh of your asscheek. Finally glancing up to meet your eyes, his are pleading with you but his mouth expresses his need differently.
“Spread your legs.”
You nod against his hold and try to obey his command, but the elastic wrapped around you only allows your feet to move but so far from each other.
“That’s as far as-“
He throws off your balance and stops your words in their tracks, his own foot coming between yours to kick them farther apart. You can hear minuscule threads snapping, the material stretching until it breaks and satisfied with that, he leans in and runs the tip of his nose up the side of your neck. He takes his time, breathes in the scent of you and loosens his grip on your hair. This is going to be the solitary moment of tenderness, you can feel that in his touch and you brace yourself for his next words.
“I need you.” It hits your skin and travels down your spine. As your head nods your consent, your body offers it as well, your back arching just slightly and ass pushing against his hips. “I’m not gonna be nice. I need to fuck you… is that okay?”
His voice is quiet, deep and it gives off the impression that whatever tempest had been brewing inside him had stilled, but you know this is simply the calm before the storm. You face it headfirst.
“Yeah, Josh. It’s okay… take what you need. I'm here.”
So lightly that you barely feel it, he ghosts his lips over the skin just below your earlobe before he nods his head.
A tense hand slides down the back of your neck and holds on tight. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.” The other is between your legs before you can respond, and pleased with what he discovers there, he growls his gratification into your ear. “Your pussy is practically dripping for me, begging me to use her.”
His fingers are slipping through your obvious arousal with no intention to pleasure you, only to take from you. You hum at the feeling anyway, just to lose it when he pulls away to undo the fastenings of his pants. Your body relaxes without the pressure of his hold around your neck as his pants sink down around his ankles, he’s definitely not pleased when he notices and you’re pushed against the surface again once his cock is freed.
“I said don’t move.” There’s a barely contained anger rolling off of him like a haze, a fog clouding his normally sunny demeanor. He shoves his hand between your thighs again, fingers indelicately sliding through to collect some of the slick moisture leaking from you. A timid whine sounds from deep in your throat, it’s a little embarrassing that he’s affected you like this, that your body is so willing to accept a punishment for something that has nothing to do with you. Your cunt mourns the loss when his touch leaves you again, but his knuckles are brushing against the swell of your ass as he rubs your arousal over himself.
Unable to see him fully, all you can do is sense his next moves but your muscles jump when he runs the tip of his dick down the cleft of your ass before he slips it where his fingers had been. His skin is like velvet and fire, and you only get to appreciate it for a moment before he’s pushed inside you to the hilt.
“Fuck fuckfuckfuck Josh-“
In an instant he’s everywhere, fingertips digging into you and the other hand smoothing up the front of your body, under your shirt until those fingers are sunk into the pillowy softness of your naked breast. His breaths are heavy against your ear, the heat from his chest blanketing you as his hips work themselves into your ass.
He’s bruising you from the inside out, you can feel it with every thrust and you let him, taking his retribution silently until a deep stroke buckles your knees and rips a cry past your lips.
The chuckle that huffs out and over your cheek is sinister and hot. “Did that hurt, angel?” Rather than soften his blows, he puts his full weight into them. The mewling whimpers escaping you sound pitiful, even to you, even as you’re clenching down around him. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
You’re left empty when you offer no response, spun to face him and pushed back against the wall by a palm splayed across the middle of your chest.
“I asked you a question.”
He looks sinful like this, curls already sticking to his forehead, perfectly straight teeth bared in what you’d almost consider a snarl. He expects an answer but you let your eyes travel over the sharp angles and soft curves of him, let your gaze drop until it lands below his navel. You’ve never seen him in this state of undress, fully nude aside from the khakis and briefs resting around his ankles. The last time you’d let him find relief between your legs, neither of you had removed an article of clothing. It had been hurried and hushed, and afterward you’d smoothed out your skirt and left the dressing room.
You’d told yourself that last time was the last time. But he needs you.
A sharp sting brings you back to focus, his hand is still against your cheek when your eyes snap to his.
“What the f-“
“I asked you a question. Did I hurt you?”
He had, but it’s already a distant memory that recalls as pleasure rather than pain. “Yes…”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes…”
He sounds disgusted by your admission. “You did, I felt you squeezing me, whining for it like a whore.”
Oh god. Heat spreads across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, burning the spot where he slapped you.
“Take your fucking clothes off, I’m not done with you.” He kicks his own away and turns his back to you, casually moving toward the couch and relaxing into it, an arm outstretched over the back. You watch each other as you free your feet and pull your shirt over your head, as he takes his cock into his fist and strokes it slowly. He looks almost regal as he wields his command over you with his eyes alone.
“Interesting that you were waiting here for me, tits out. Indecent, really. Come here.” It’s not lost in the moment that he’s never seen you this way either, his eyes are zeroed in on your chest as you move across the room. “I want your mouth, you gonna let me have it?” He’s surprised when you sink to your knees but he wipes it from his expression immediately and tangles his fingers into your hair. “You really are my whore, aren’t you?”
You bat your eyelashes as you replace his hand with your own around his cock, swollen and still slick from you. Your lips meet the tip, a chaste kiss pressed into his flushed skin. “Whatever you need, Josh.” He groans as your tongue darts out to wet your lips, sighs in relief as he slips past them and growls when you take him to the back of your throat. His grip against your scalp tightens and you let a moan ripple around him, ready to pull out all the stops and give him your best but before you make your first move, he jerks you off of him.
A string of saliva keeps you connected before it breaks and dribbles down your chin.
“I’m not in the mood for some pretty princess blowjob, don’t bother.” With wide eyes, you nod in understanding and open your mouth, tongue laid out for him. He forces you down around him and holds you there, nose pressed into the soft hair at the base until your lungs are burning. When he pulls you back slowly, you drag your tongue along the silken length and release him with a pop, suck in a ragged breath before you take him in again. Wrenching you over his lap with the fist locked in your hair, his hips are thrusting up from the couch, you bring your hands to rest on his thighs and feel them bunch under your touch.
With your lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowed and tears pricking the corners of your eyes, it strikes you that the way your fingertips are pressed into the muscle of his legs feels like the most intimate way you’ve ever touched him. You also realize that between your own legs you’re throbbing with neglect.
Lost in the way he’s fucking your mouth, grunting through clenched teeth and eyes clamped shut, he doesn’t notice when you slide a hand off of his and slip it between your own thighs. Two fingers tucked inside, you pump them at the same rhythm that he’s working himself over with inside your mouth before swirling them over your clit. A quiet but high pitched whine, interrupted in your throat by his thrusts, draws attention to what you’ve done.
“Absolutely not.” You’re pulled up and away from his lap until you're face to face, noses touching and heaving breaths mixing. He looks incensed but you can’t help but wonder what it’s like to kiss his lips. “If you cum, and I truly don’t care if you don’t, it’s going to be with my cock inside that greedy pussy of yours.”
Just as quickly as he’d had you against the wall, he’s got you bent over with your face pushed into the back of the couch. You’re braced for him to slam into you, but he takes a moment to commit his view to memory. Your back is arched and legs spread across the cushions, knees sunk into the fabric, he can see everything. Gripped tight in his fist, he rubs himself through you, takes in the way you open for him, soft pink skin spread around him.
“Pretty…” He says it so quietly, when you think back to this you’ll be sure you imagined it.
He pushes into you slowly, just for the visual. As soon as he’s bottomed out he rears back and slams his hips against you, over and over, hands wrapped around the small of your waist. His voice, gravelly and laced around the edges with hunger, rises over the sound of your bodies colliding.
“I want it, need to feel it. Touch yourself. Fuck-“
More eager to give him what he needs than to take it for yourself, you do as he’s commanded. Your fingers slide over your clit sloppily, your entire body jerking forward with each of his thrusts as he fucks into you at a brutal pace. You feel a hand slide up your spine and find its home back in your hair, he yanks your head back.
“You’d do anything I wanted. You’d let me fuck your ass right now, wouldn’t you?” There’s venom in his tone again and it shoots straight to your core.
“Yes, anything, anything!”
He just needed to hear it. “Filthy, fucking filthy.”
Your orgasm takes hold, a hot rush of shame and pleasure gripping you and pulling you under. His name tumbles forth, absorbed into the cushions and through the frenetic buzz in your brain you hear him call out to you.
With an animalistic groan, he releases it all. Whatever had happened that brought him home frustrated and needing, he lets it go as he spills inside you. He doesn’t stop, fucking it all into you until he’s empty, completely spent.
When he collapses, he pulls you with him and into his chest as he falls to his side onto the couch. You can feel the change in him, the heaviness he was carrying when he’d entered the room is gone, and any resistance to his fondness for you fails as his lips come to rest on your shoulder. When you’ve both caught your breath, he slips from your body and shoots you a shy grin as he helps you sit up.
You try not to watch as he stands to stretch and walks across the room to retrieve your discarded clothes and his pants, but his ass is bubbly and cute and you figure you deserve to enjoy the view. When he bends to scoop up his pants he catches your gaze over his shoulder.
“Like what you see?”
You do, and that’s probably fine. “Ehh, it’s alright. Jake’s ass is better.”
Your t-shirt flies through the air and lands across your face, you’re laughing as you pull it away and start tugging it over your head.
“Jake's ass is bigger. Not better.” He’s stepped into his khakis and his affectionate giggles trail off as he tucks himself into them and slides the zipper up. Eyebrows knit together again, he appears to be in serious contemplation as he picks up your balled up leggings and underwear. You’re still naked from the waist down as he comes to sit at your side.
“Hey.. you know I didn’t mean that, right?” His eyes are trained on your face, swimming with worry as he carefully ensures that they don’t wander lower.
“Give me those. Didn’t mean what?” He hands over your clothes and you pluck your panties free, bending to slip them up your legs and lifting your hips to pull them higher, unconcerned when his eyes dart to the junction of your thighs before it’s hidden from view.
“When I called you… ya know.” His head drops forward and he huffs a sigh of disbelief.
“A whore?” He meets your eyes and cringes before running a hand over his face then dropping it to place it softly over your own, resting in your lap.
“I don’t think you’re- I mean, I would never think that of you. I’m lucky to have you.”
“Josh.” You tug your hand free of his to cup his sweet face in your palms, smoothing your thumbs over the corners of his mouth until a lopsided smile pulls his dimple to the surface. “I know that. Do you wanna… talk about whatever happened today?”
“No. No, I feel better. You’re too good to me, I don’t pay you enough.” The rest of his perfect smile stretches across his lips, the first real one you’ve seen since he snuck into the house.
“You don’t pay me at all, and it’s going to stay that way.” You pat his cheek as you stand from the couch and he doesn’t stop himself from watching your bare skin disappear as you step into your leggings and pull them up. “You do owe me a new pair of these, though. They’re all stretched out.”
His grin is smug, self-satisfied. “Consider it done. Do you wanna stay and hang out? We can order food, I’m fucking starving.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna go… clean up.” His cum is leaking from you slowly, you try not to mention it.
“Oh, oh my god yeah of course.” A pink tint of embarrassment creeps over his face, making you chuckle. He calls out as you leave the room, “Hey, what do you want, I’ll order it!”
“Whatever you want, Joshua! Whatever you want.”
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No Hands
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader
Summary: Your little game works out exactly in your favor.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) unprotected sex, light dom/sub (roles switch a bit), rough sex, oral & fingering (f receiving), some good fluff.
A/N: I had a thought in my head that I just could not shake, so naturally I had to write it out and, well, here it is lol. I’m a bit nervous as this is my first smut to post here, but I truly hope you all enjoy. <3
Huge thank you to @jakeyt for the beautiful moodboard to accompany my unhinged thoughts, and for being the best editor. <3
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It’s the early evening, the golden glow shining through the windows is casting the house in an alluring warm hue. Josh has been gone most of the day working on the many projects for the upcoming album.
You miss him tremendously. You’re longing to have him near; you’re craving his touch particularly bad tonight. You keep catching yourself thinking about his hands and how well they search your body. They’re so strong and intentional with every touch. It feels like a lightning strike through your body with every graze of his fingertips.
He’s coming home soon and you’re already plotting your scheme.
You start to doll yourself up, putting on little touches of makeup and fixing your hair in a set of effortless curls.
It doesn’t take much to drive Josh crazy for you, but there’s one dress in particular that sets him off every time. In fact, it’s a rule that you aren’t allowed to wear it out in public anymore because he can’t seem to control himself. The dress is tight and quite short, nearly revealing it all every time you move even slightly. The back of it is completely open with the straps crossing in the back tied with a small bow. It’s black and adorned with small white roses. It hugs your body in all the right ways, and it looks really, really good on you.
So, naturally, you eagerly grab the dress that’s tucked away in the back of your closet. You put it on and smile widely at your reflection and instantly think to yourself, ‘he’s going to lose his damn mind.’
Before you know it, you hear the front door unlock. Your stomach is full of butterflies, but you do your best to maintain composure as he walks in. You greet him very nonchalantly, paying no mind to the fact that you’re donning the dress.
“Hi, baby! How did everything go today?”
He’s staring at you with wide eyes, looking at you with pure lust-filled confusion.
“It, uh, it went well, I guess.”
He sets his keys down on the table in the foyer and moves his way across the living room to you, never taking his tired eyes off your body.
“What’s the occasion, my dear?”
He moves closer, grabbing your waist with intensity and pressing his face in the crook of your neck. His lips faintly connect with the skin under your ear. You shudder at his touch but still manage to keep up your façade.
“Oh, this old thing? I just found it in the closet and felt like trying it on. No big deal, really.”
His fingertips tighten around your waist as he moves his lips closer to your ear. His voice becomes low and heavy, deep and hardly above a whisper.
“You know what this little ensemble does to me, sweetheart.”
He attaches his lips to your neck with vigor, causing you to momentarily break character as your body trembles. His hands move down slowly to your thighs to play with the hem of your dress. He starts to move them up under the fabric until you abruptly stop him by grabbing his forearms.
“I want to try something.”
His lips have yet to leave your neck, only stopping to respond to your inquiry.
“Yeah? I’m listening, lovely.”
You want to test him and see how far you can take it. He’s quite handsy, and you love how desperately he needs to touch every part of your body. You know that this will drive him over the edge and make him even more desperate to touch every part of you.
“Go sit on the couch and put your hands behind your back.”
He looks at you curiously with a large smirk gracing his flushed lips.
He takes a seat on the sofa, obeying your command and holding his hands behind him as he leans against the cushion.
You slowly make your way over to him, being sure to make it a bit of a show as you swing your hips. You gradually lift your dress up, ever so slightly revealing your black lace panties before you straddle yourself on his lap. He starts to move his hands to touch you, but you stop him.
“I want to try a ‘no hands’ kind of challenge. You must keep them behind your back while I kiss you, and if you move them, I’ll stop.”
Josh lightly groans and shifts his hips upwards, sending a harsh thrust to your body as you can feel him begin to harden instantly. You’re breathless at the sensation and eager to see how far this little game will take the two of you. A devious grin graces his face, his amber eyes becoming heavy and dark.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to regret this little game. But I’ll play along.”
It’s rare that Josh lets you take control during these fervorous moments between the two of you. He has quite the dominant side to him, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.
You’re infatuated with every part of him, especially the part that takes control and pleasures you in ways you never thought possible.
Sometimes, though, you liked to rile him up, to test his dominant side. Tease him relentlessly until he can’t stand it any longer and really lets you have it.
He knew exactly what you were doing, and he’s ready to give you just what you want.
You start kissing him with intense desire. Your hands cup his face while you explore his hungry mouth with your tongue. You start to move your kisses to his jawline, one of your favorite spots, licking and sucking on the tight skin.
He hasn’t even tried to move his hands yet. Dammit. Time to amp things up.
You start kissing the spot under his ear, licking his earlobe where his silver hoop rests between kisses. You know this drives him mad, and his reaction tells you he’s beginning to lose control.
You decide to turn things up one more notch. You begin moving your body, grinding yourself on his lap. You feel him start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored and staggered.
“Baby…you’re only making this worse for yourself…”
His voice is becoming more sinister, more possessive, more domineering. You feel his arms tense up as he’s fighting the urge to grab you.
You’ve got him right where you want him. Just a bit more taunting and he’ll give it up.
You suck dark marks all over his neck, moving your hands to his hair and lightly pulling. Your movement becomes vigorous against his lap, and you feel yourself starting to tremble at the sensation.
“I don’t think you can keep this up much longer, baby. I can feel how wet you are, you’re shaking. How much longer ‘til you let me take care of you, huh?”
He’s starting to find the loophole in your plan. He’ll get you to give in and give this whole thing up, taking over his place as the one in control.
And fuck, if you didn’t want that so badly.
But you’re not ready to give in. Not yet. You have to see how far he’ll let you go.
“You’re being so good for me, Joshy.”
You manipulate your voice to sound much more composed than you actually are, trying to keep up this semblance of control when in reality you’ve never been more ready for him to ravish you.
You up the ante once more, knowing this will more than likely be what does him in.
You reach down between your bodies and grope him through his khaki shorts, evoking a strong reaction from him.
“That’s it, y/n.”
He moves his hands from behind his back and grabs your waist, flinging you off him and laying you on your back on the couch. It all happened so quickly; you didn’t even have time to retaliate.
He makes up for lost time, maneuvering his hands to every inch of your body with potency. He bunches the fabric of your dress up to your hips, not wanting to waste the time to take it off completely. His fingers dip down to the black lace still covering your soaked pussy.
“Look at that, sweet girl. You’ve got yourself all worked up. What shall we do about that, hm?”
You giggle breathlessly, unable to form words due to the anticipation of what is about to happen.
“Uh uh. Tell me. Tell me what we need to do about it. You did this to yourself, sweetheart. Now use your words and tell me what you want, or I’ll stop.”
The roles have officially reversed. He’s played you with your own game. And you love it.
“I want you to use those incredible hands of yours all over me..”
You meet his lips with a few small pecks.
“..and your mouth..”
The kisses deepen.
“and your cock…”
He’s smirking against your lips as his hands begin to delve into exploring every crevice of your body.
He grabs your neck, squeezing lightly but with enough force to cause your breath to hitch. His other hand has bunched your dress all the way up to your stomach. He traces his fingers down the expanse of your belly, stopping right above the waistband of your panties, then moving to your exposed hip.
The hand on your neck moves down slowly to your chest. He grabs your breast through the fabric still covering it, kneading with his firm fingers and brushing his thumb over your nipple.
His lips travel down to your neck, sucking large love marks in the skin, softly biting and licking in between marking you up.
He pulls off your neck with a ‘pop’ from his mouth. Your skin is soaked from him.
“As much as I want to rip this cute little dress off of you, I think you should keep it on to remember why you’re not allowed to wear it in this first place.”
His hand on your hip moves back to your aching pussy still covered with black lace.
“Oh I think you’ve ruined these, sweetheart. What a shame. I love these on you.”
He pulls your panties all the way down your legs and throws them somewhere on the floor, leaving your wetness fully exposed. His fingers waste no time toying with you, rubbing hard and slow circles over and around your clit. Your body shakes and quivers with each movement of his fingertips.
His middle and ring fingers slide down to push past your entrance and fuck into you with intensity, his palm creating delicious friction against your clit.
His hands are so skilled, so strong; you feel like melting under his every touch. His long fingers immediately hit that place deep inside you that only he knows is there, that can only be reached by his touch.
You’re already so close. A melody of powerful moans escapes you, and you don’t even bother silencing them. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers when they suddenly slow to an agonizing halt. His deep and taunting voice grabs your attention away from his stilled movement.
“Already? You that needy for me, baby?”
His face just barely above yours, his warm breath tickling your skin in the most glorious way.
“Josh please, please don’t stop…I need you so bad..”
“Oh, you sound so pretty when you beg for me.”
His fingers start moving again, picking up their pace and you’re right back to where you were before he stopped.
The waves of pleasure come crashing over you like a tsunami. Your whole body tenses up under his touch, shaking uncontrollably, your back arched completely off the couch, bending to his will to please you. He keeps going, fucking his delectable fingers into you through each pulse and throb of your body.
You’re almost faint at the sensation. Josh pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your lips. You open for him as he places them on your tongue and you suck them in, tasting yourself and moaning at the feeling of them in your mouth.
“That was a big one, yeah? I felt you tighten up so hard around me. You think you can handle more, sweetheart?”
You nod and hum around his fingers that are still tucked away, splayed across your tongue.
“Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”
Josh lifts you up on your knees, your elbows resting against the back of the couch. He stands behind you in admiration as you spread yourself for him. He gives a soft slap to your hip, kneeling to the ground at eye level with your throbbing core as his hands grab your thighs.
“You’re so pretty and pink after you’ve been played with, baby.”
He delivers velvet kisses to the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way to where you need his swollen lips the most.
His lips move closer and closer, until he finally lands a deep kiss to your desperately wet pussy.
His tongue laps at you without relent, his lips encompass your swollen clit.
“You feel so fucking good Josh, fu-”
You’re already close again. Your moans are deafening at the slight over stimulation that is nothing but elating.
“J-Josh…please don’t, please don’t stop I’m so close…”
Your body is trembling, barely able to hold yourself steady as your second release washes over you.
He stands up and his face meets your shoulder, feeling your wetness all over his facial hair.
“You taste so sweet, y/n. I could eat you up over and over.”
You’re short of breath, still coming down from your climax.
He leaves kisses on your shoulder as you hear him unzip his shorts.
“Think you can handle my cock, darling?”
“Y-yes, please. I need you inside me so bad.”
He places his head at your entrance. He’s unbelievably hard, and you smile at knowing it’s all because of your pleasure.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you? You gonna cum for me again, hm?”
He’s barely nudging at you. You’re practically pushing yourself against him.
“Joshy please fuck me. I need to feel you, please…”
With that, he slowly pushes into you all the way, filling you completely and perfectly.
“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight, sweet girl.”
He starts thrusting, building up his pace until he’s slamming himself into you.
His hands are moving up and down your body, pushing on your back, grabbing at your hair, holding on to your hip. These hands that you love so much; these hands that turn you on instantly. They’ve not stopped exploring you and pleasing you. You can’t get enough of his fucking hands.
He’s fucking you with so much rough passion and desire. Your body is on fire with pleasure.
He lifts you gently by your hair, bringing your back up to rest against him.
“I’m close baby. Give me one more, yeah? Then I’ll fill you up real good. Just one more for me, need to feel you cum on my cock.”
His fingers sneak down to your clit, rubbing impossibly fast circles.
“I’m gonna cum again, Josh..oh god please don’t stop.”
He’s moaning beautifully in your ear as his peak is almost reached, causing you to let go around him, cumming even harder than either time before.
“Fuck, y/n, that’s it baby. FUCK!”
He finally meets his own release, spilling his warmth inside of you, twitching with each pulse of your body.
You both stay just like this for a few minutes catching your breath and basking in this moment together.
He gently pulls out of you, causing you to slump down on the couch. You’re absolutely spent, having been pleasured beyond all imagination.
He lays down beside you. He faces you and brushes your disheveled hair out of your face, giggling at your fucked out state.
“I didn’t break you, did I?”
You laugh breathlessly, “Not quite.”
“I love you a lot, you know.”
“I love you too, Josh. So damn much.”
He glides his hand over your cheekbones and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, smiling at you.
“I know exactly what you were doing, by the way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your little ‘no hands’ game. Maybe next time, you’re the one that can’t use your hands. Maybe we tie them behind your back. How does that sound, hm?”
You bite your lip to hold back the smile that is trying to grace your lips at the thought of him taking your game to the next level.
“Sounds great, Joshy. As long as your sexy hands are free the whole time.”
He smiles, knowing just how much his hands drive you crazy.
“Well then, you better keep this dress in a safe place.”
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