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streamingcolors-gvf · 7 months

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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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builtbybrokenbells · 8 months

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have you ever thought of Jake pretending to be a big tough guy? one that’s immune to the cuteness of animals? baby animals, even? or Jake that’s so certain he’s a dog person, that cats just aren’t his thing, but absolutely melting at the sight of a stray kitten you brought home? yeah, it’s probably a good thing. anyway, here’s that thought:

“Jake?” You called out as you gently kicked the door shut behind you. The sound echoed off the walls, bouncing down the hallway and landing somewhere amidst the empty living room. You weren’t sure if he was home, or if he was, what he was even doing. That was a minimal worry compared to the one you had for the kitten in your hands, bundled in a towel you had found in your backseat. “Jake!” You called a little louder, but not enough to scare the already nervous animal seeking comfort in your arms.

You carefully made your way down the hall, cautious not to move too suddenly. When you broke into the kitchen, the lights were off and the house seemed even more silent than before. Feeling a shred of defeat, you flicked the light switch on, realizing you would likely have to navigate this on your own. “It’s not so scary, is it?” You asked, looking down at the towel. From your position, you could only see the tip of an ear poking from the hole you had made for the kittens head. “We’re gonna get you all cleaned up.” You couldn’t help but feel a little anxiety at the thought of Jake’s reaction. In your time of knowing him, it had always been quite apparent that he was a dog person. Although the never spoke blatant distaste for cats, he also hadn’t ever given an idea that he was fond of them. Plus, since moving in together, neither of you had offered an idea as large as a pet, and you weren’t sure if he would be interested in such a big commitment yet.

“Who are you talking to?” A grumble from the doorway made you jump. You looked up, eyes wide in shock at the intrusion. Jake stood, eyes heavy and clad in only sweatpants.

“Did I wake you up?” You asked, regret apparent in your question. He waved you off, shaking his head, even though it was quite obvious.

“Just dozed off…” he trailed off, stare landing on your hands. “Uh, what’s that?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up to you.

“This? Oh, just an old towel that was in my car.” You gave a nervous laugh, not really certain why you were lying about it. He was bound to find out eventually.

“Talking to a towel? That’s new for you.” He noted, not believing a word you said.

“I wasn’t talking to the towel.” You defended, narrowing your gaze at him showing your distaste for his smart comment. “I was talking to myself.” As the words left your mouth, you understood that your answer had not made you seem any less insane. He watched you, eyes flickering between your face and your arms. Before you could think of anything else to say, a small meow broke through the silence. You two had a bit of a staring content, neither sure of what to say, nor what to do.

“Y/n,” he said, a hint of warning in his tone. “Is that a cat?” Your defensive nature turned into one of defeat.

“Yes, but before you get upset, he was tiny and alone on the side of the road. How could I just leave him there?”

“We can bring him to a shelter,” he offered, almost unwilling to discuss the topic. As hurt as you seemed, he just wasn’t sure if a cat was his first, or favourite idea for expanding the family. “That way he’s safe, but he doesn’t have to stay here.”

“Jake, just look at him!” You exclaimed, maneuvering the towel to show off the small animal.

“Nope, don’t want to.” He shook his head, casting his glance to the floor.

“Please,” you begged, now making it so the kittens head was fully in view, surrounded by the soft fabric. As nervous as it may have been, it was incredibly content just being held by you. “Look at his little face,” you cooed, gently scratching his head. Through the thickness of the towel, you felt a little purr, which only melted your heart even more. You took a step closer to him, making it harder for him to ignore you. Eventually, once you were in front of him, he couldn’t resist looking at you any longer. “He’s just so hungry, and little…” Only slightly, his head turned towards you. The stony expression he had adorned previously seemed to crack, softness taking over his eyes. His gaze flickered from the kitten, then up to you. After a moment, he gave in.

“Fine, we can feed him and clean him up, then we’ll take him to the shelter.” He sighed. You fought back a smile, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before he changed his mind completely. “We don’t have cat food.”

“I think there’s leftover chicken in the fridge from last night. Or there’s a probably a can of tuna or something in the cupboard.” You theorized. He looked like he was fighting the urge to pet the cat, so instead he nodded in agreement. He left your side, immediately following your verbal guidance. You took a seat at the table, making sure to hold the towel close to you while you did so. After a few moments, Jake took a seat beside you with the food you had previously mentioned. You carefully placed the towel on the table, straightening it out so the kitten could walk freely.

“You’re a little beggar, you know that? Come into my house and eat my food.” Jake grumbled, pulling out a small bit of the plain chicken breast. The cat perked up at the smell of it, immediately taking a step towards him. Instead of feeding it, he placed the food on the table. He repeated the action a few times, smiling more every time the kitten eagerly responded.

“He likes you.” You informed him, noticing the cat’s affiliation with his attention.

“He can like me all he wants, but he’s not staying.” He noticed the animals attention shift to the can sitting beside it, giving it a little sniff of curiosity. “You want to try that, instead? Chicken isn’t good enough for you?” Although his words were gruff, his tone was light. He opened the can, placing it in front of the kitten in a timely fashion. It immediately began eating away at the contents, just happy to have food. You both fell into a silence and you began to worry he really was annoyed with you. That was, until you heard a small mutter of words that made your heart swell with joy. “You like tuna? Is that your favourite?” The words were coated with affection, spoken in the same tone you would speak to a baby with. You couldn’t fight back the smile that broke onto your lips. Suddenly, Jake stood, going to the sink and flicking on the tap. He grabbed a shallow bowl, holding it under the stream for a moment. He returned to you, setting the bowl beside the can. You looked over to him, a smug grin stuck on your face. “What? He needs water, too.” He defended.

As the cat made itself at home, Jake slipped his arm around your shoulder. It was a silent show of affection, one that told you he wasn’t upset with you at all. When he placed a kiss to the side of your head, you were more than aware that this would be the newest member of the family. “He is kind of cute, isn’t he?”

“I think so.” You giggled, reaching out to give the animal a small pet. You both settled into your seats, content with watching the cat explore its surroundings. After a few moments of curious looks, it took a few steps towards you both. With caution, it approached Jakes hand that was resting on the table. Jake was still, watching it closely. Eventually, once it was familiar with him, it nudged his hand with its head. As if he was completely defeated, he let out a groan. Immediately after, he gave the cat a few pets. When the cat began to purr, his hard exterior melted away entirely.

He picked it up, the animal giving him no protest at all, and brought it to his chest. He held it to him, scratching behind its ear with a smile on his lips. “I think it would be okay if he stayed with us tonight.” He murmured, looking down at the ball of fluff in his hand. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get you cleaned up and you can sleep in bed with us tonight?” As he spoke, the kitten let out a yawn, then it’s eyes slowly drifted shut. “You’re tired? You eat all of our food and then just go to bed? Such a hard life to live.” He cooed, but there was no hint annoyance in his voice at all. After a moment, the purring slowed to a stop, because the kitten had fallen asleep in his hand. Slowly, Jake turned to you. His eyes were glistening with love, completely wooed by cuteness of the animal.

“What do you want to name him?” You teased.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, but his attempt at sounding annoyed was futile. “Sparrow?” The word was barely spoken, so quiet that you almost missed it. You let out a laugh, nodding your head in agreement.

“Yeah, I think that’s perfect.” He gave you a grin, thrilled that you liked the idea. “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you.” He hummed as he leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips, quickly forgetting he ever contested the idea of keeping the kitten at all.

this post was made by a certified cat lover and Jake kiszka enthusiast. no, I will never recover from this. thanks for asking though

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thespacesoffalseandtrue · 11 months

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i am back and better than ever with something that has been in my inbox A LOT. hope this fills all of the fantasies in each of your pretty heads. my inbox is open, all the feedback is wanted

warnings: PERIOD SEX!!!! fluff jake, demanding jake, oral (m) receiving, unprotected sex, MINORS GET LOST.

You were taking it easy today, the sun was shining through the windows when you woke up and you had a visit from your period to greet you. Your cramps came and went as the day went by, not really bothering you but present enough to remind you.

You were putting the dishes in the dishwasher when you heard the front door open. You turn to find Jake standing in the corner of the kitchen. He had been gone all day, leaving a note on the fridge with the word “studio” scrawled on it with a heart.

“Hey,” you say, washing your hands at the sink.

“Hi pretty girl,” he said, coming up, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“How was the studio?” You ask him as he makes his way to the fridge. He grabs a bottle of water, opens it, takes a long swig. You can’t help but watch his throat as he does this. He seemed tense, pensive almost. Something must have happened at the studio today.

“It was good,” he says to you, putting the cap on the nearly empty bottle. “But I could think of something else I would rather be doing.”

His eyes lazily trail your body. You were wearing a cropped shirt and yoga pants, but with the way hunger sparkled in his gaze, you might as well have been naked.

“That bad?” You ask him. You move around him to go get the folded laundry you left on the back of the couch. You knew that there was usually no place Jake would rather be than at the studio playing his guitar.

Jake simply shrugged, unwilling to talk about what did or didn’t transpire today. “There’s been better days.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, “is there something I can do?” You turn to him as he follows you, grabbing the rest of the clothes off the back of the couch and into your shared bedroom. He doesn’t answer, instead he silently helps you put the clothes in their drawers. You’re about to ask him again when he finally answers you.

“Come over here,” he says from across the room with a hand outstretched to you. You oblige, obviously, when you’re close enough, you take his hand and he pulls you into a hug. He buries his face into your neck and takes a deep breath.

You wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back slightly. He reaches down and squeezes your ass while kissing your neck. When you shiver, he backs you up until you feel the bed on the back of your legs. You don’t move to sit down, instead his lips crash to yours, fiercely. Your arms tighten around you and he moans low in his through. His hands play with the hem of your shirt, his fingers find the bare skin of your waist causing you to shiver. He breaks the kiss and pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor beside you. His eyes darken when he finds your chest bare, your nipples peaked, begging for his attention.

When he bends down to take your nipple in his mouth do you finally say, “I started my period today.”

“That’s good for you.” He says moving to lick the other nipple. His calloused fingers pull at the other one, not wanting it to feel abandoned.

You groan in pleasure and arch against his mouth. “I have a tampon in, Jake.”

“Noted. Now be quiet.”

Your period didn’t seem to bother him or turn him off. His mouth was still working hard on your chest. But you couldn’t help but feel self conscious, sex on your period wasn’t something you had ever tried, for a reason.

“I will be quiet after I say this one thing. The idea of sex on my period doesn’t make me feel sexy.”

He stops and looks at you.

“Allow me to change your mind then.”

He pushes you down until you’re sitting on the bed. He unzips his black pants, takes his hard cock in his hand, and uses his other hand to hold your hair back.

“You’re so pretty, I’ve been thinking about your pretty mouth all day.”

A thrill ran down your body. You knew what he wanted, no, what he needed. Giving him a sly smile you encircled his shaft with your hand and lick the engorged head, you loved the familiar and slightly salty taste of his skin. You close your eyes when you take him all the way into your mouth. He groans in pleasure.

He cradles your head in his hands and flexes his pelvis, slowly sliding his hard cock down your throat. You take it all, mouth open wide.

“Fuck,” he whispers raggedly. “You are a dream.”

You swallow around his length and he moans out your name.

Setting a slow, steady pace, you take him in and out of your mouth, sucking and licking the crown and stroking his rigid shaft, sliding your tongue along the throbbing vein that runs under the length of it. You suck and swirl and stroke, your head bobbing and your nipples aching, so turned on, you think you might be able to cum from the friction of your panties against your clit alone.

He fucks into your mouth until he’s panting. Low helpless groans come from deep in his chest. His cheeks are slightly pink and his eyebrows are furrowed. He wraps a hand around your throat.

“I’m close baby, are you ready?”

When you make a small sound of agreement around him, he begins to thrust harder and faster until he’s moaning your name, his head thrown back and his eyes shut. He climaxes, spilling himself on your tongue in short bursts, every one you swallow, looking up at him through your eyelashes in a lust-filled haze.

He’s still for a moment, catching his breath, slightly rubbing the scalp of your head with his fingertips. He opens his eyes and looks down at you as you clean him off with your tongue. He smiles down at you and runs his thumb across your bottom lip.

He pulls you up from your sitting position and flush against his chest. His lips hover over yours, you can feel the heat radiating off of them. You wanted to press your lips to his and tangle your hands in his hair.

“Okay?” He asks you. You knew what he was asking.

“I don’t know,” you said, feeling heat rush to your face at the idea. “I am so gross, Jake and it will be so messy and the sheets…”

“Let’s make a mess of them, yeah?” He presses his lips to yours, in a gentle kiss. “Nothing about you is gross, okay? This is a normal part of life but it shouldn’t stop you from living.”

“From fucking you, you mean?” You say jokingly.

“That too. It is my favorite part of living at least.” His eyes were so sincere, so warm, so familiar. You trust him completely, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.

“Okay,” you tell him. He smiles at you big and guides you down to lay flat on your back. He yanks his shirt off over his head. His pants and underwear follow closely behind. He bends down to trail kisses from your neck, your breasts, your stomach. When he reaches the waistband of your yoga pants he looks up to you, making sure you are still okay. You nod and lift your hips, allowing him to pull both your pants and panties off.

He slides his left hand under your hips, to situate you, and then presses your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasp in pleasure at the sensation. Keeping his left hand between your thighs, his right hand moves and grips your breast. You feel as if your body was on fire. He looks up at you with hooded eyes as he continues to lazily stroke your clit.

You bite your lip and close your eyes. He moves up and begins to pepper kisses around your nipple. He begins to bite and tug at the bud and his tongue smooths over the stinging spots he leaves in his wake. You begin to rock your hips against his hand.

“Good girl,” he says, his thumb and forefinger moving faster against your clit. You can feel yourself being brought over to the edge of pleasure. Right as you’re about to tell him not to stop, does he stop. You whimper at the loss of friction.

“I’m going to take care of this okay?” You open your eyes and see him holding the string to your tampon.

“No, Jake, let me-” before you can finish your sentence he had already removed it and threw it away in a trash can beside the bed. You could feel your cheeks begin to warm.

“Hey it’s okay, it’s just me,” he says, bringing a hand up to your cheek.

“I know,” you say, bringing him down to cover you. You expected yourself to be more embarrassed or turned off but this was Jake and the way he felt against you, over you, nothing could ever compare.

“I love the way you look under me,” he says, lining himself up to your entrance. He thrusts into you in one swift motion.

“Fuck,” he groans out, “you take me so well.”

Your hands move to his back, looking for an anchor as he begins to move against you at a smooth and even tempo.

You try very hard not to make a sound, but you can’t help how hard you’re breathing. You keep your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure builds. Heat ripples through your lower body in waves, intensifying with each stinging blow and stroke of him inside of you. Soon, you’re biting your lower lip with the effort to keep from moaning.

“I want to hear you, don’t be shy.”

You can hear how wet you are, your ecstasy and your period mixing together. You look down and see that your slick has coated him from the small patch of pubic hair that sits at his navel all the way down to his thighs. He looked like you had painted him a scarlet color. The sheets underneath you were once a light gray and are now stained in crimson. You should be embarrassed, disgusted even but your body was pulsating with pleasure.

The pad of his thumb found its way back to your clit and he began to rub it in smooth circles. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to be able to wait.

“Jake,” you gasp out between pants.

“Cum,” he commands you, moving his thumb faster to match his thrusts. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

You feel your walls contract around him. You buck and cry out, convulsing helplessly. He’s growling something in your ear that sounds filthy, but you can’t concentrate on anything else but the pleasure exploding through your body. He grips your hips tightly.

“Fuck I’m going to fill you up.” He fucks you through your orgasm and does exactly as he says, fills you up just as he did your mouth minutes ago.

When you return to yourself, you’re weak, feeling emotionally exposed, and shaking all over.

Jake looks absolutely fucked out, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed, skin slick with sweat as he leans over and kisses you so softly as if you were going to break.

“Who do you belong to?” He whispers softly.

“You,” you tell him.

“Who fucks you better than anyone ever has?”

“You,” you say again.

“Who loves you more than anything in the entire world?”

“You.”

He smiles softly at you and peels his body off of you. His eyes glance down to the mess the two of you made. You could feel the coppery stickiness between your legs and you can’t n help but smile slightly at the mess on his legs too. He smirks up at you and pulls you up to his chest so that you’re standing beside him pressed to his side. He kisses you once and then spins you around so that you can see the bloody mess on the bed sheets.

“Damn hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you looked so beautiful, ethereal. Thank you for letting me experience you.” He whispers in your ear. He kisses your bare shoulder.

“Can we go shower?” You turn to ask him.

“Should I change the sheets before or after?”

“Why would you wait until after? Just do it now and I will help you?”

“No I just don’t want to go through all that trouble changing the sheets if we are just going to mess up another pair,” he says with a grin and a playful slap to your ass.

You can help yourself you grin up at him and all but skip to the shower, hearing him follow closely behind.

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gretavangroove · 9 months

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let the world know my name i am the archer

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jankandjonch · 1 year

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"Yeah, just like that," his voice is deep and raspy. Rough after multiple shows in a row.

"It's so good Joshy," you're cock dumb, leaned over the bed, knees giving out and burying your face into the messed up sheets.

"Fuckin' give it to me, mama. Fuck yourself stupid on me. Show me how bad you want it," his hands leave your hips, lingering in the air as he makes a display of leaning away from your body.

You're desperate and needy, writhing under him. Fucking yourself back onto him faster and faster and harder and harder.

"I can't do it," it's damn near a whimper as it comes out of you.

"Yes you fucking can, mama. Show me," he's encouraging, but still sounds so cocky and proud of himself for making you so weak over him.

"Baby just give it to me like I need it. Like we both want it. I can't do it," you're whining, using your sweetest voice that you baby him with. Trying to get your way.

"Now, brat, listen to me," he leans over your back, gripping your face. Cheeks squished together, yanking you up with him as he stands back straight. "You're gonna do as I say. And you're gonna fuck yourself on my cock or you'll get nothing at all. Don't be ungrateful," he drops your face out of his hands.

Too weak to stay standing, you collapse forward onto the bed again, a whine leaving your throat. You contemplate for a few short moments using your safe word. Just to get your sweet baby boy back, have him make love to you so gentle and kind. Fuck you to sleep. Then you hear it.

The break in his resolve.

"You can't keep squeezin' me like that baby doll or I'm not gonna last," there he is. Your sweet Joshy.

"'M sorry," you're not, made evident by you squeezing him again. Tighter, holding it for longer.

His grunt is primal, loud and vulgar. You both take pride in it. Him, because he's one with nature in this moment- an animal, fucking because it feels good. You, because with such a simple act- a few kegels around him has him draped across your back heaving breath and scratching at your skin. Anything to get closer.

"Take us there, mama," he mutters into your sweaty, matted hair at the back of your head.

Using all of your strength to fuck yourself back onto him, squeezing and grinding. You both find your cosmic bliss in each others bodies.

All grunts and groans, whimpers and moans. Just like animals.

"A couple of rabbits, aren't we?," he's giggling in your ear, like he's able to read your mind.

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jaketswine · 1 year

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sundays

little sunday afternoon Jake blurb because all i want is to curl up and take a nap with him..

You woke this morning a bit earlier than you usually would on a Sunday, but for a good reason. Scrolling through your phone yesterday afternoon, you found an advertisement for a local farmer’s market that you and Jake had been promising to visit since you moved to the new town. You were intent on going, hopping out of bed and excitedly dressing for the day.

The only downside was, this would be a solo date today. Jake had gotten back from the studio much later than usual last night– 3:15 if you remember correctly.

At any rate, you had decided to let Jake rest instead of dragging him around with you.

Browsing around the market, you found so many things by local artisans you knew Jake would love, promising the vendors that your boyfriend would be back with you the following weekend to check it out.

You grabbed a few produce items on your way out, hoping to be able to forgo your grocery trip for at least a few more days.

While you walked, you wondered what Jake was doing– if he had gotten out of bed or not, hoping he was well-rested, whatever he was doing.

Arriving home you made gentle movements, trying to stay quiet as best you could, just in case.

Putting your items away, you made note that you didn't hear him stirring within the house. No new lights had been turned on, and the coffee you had made was still resting at the same measure marker it had been after your cup.

Using the lightest step you could manage, you made your way to your shared room, easing the door open gently, soft snores immediately sounding from inside the room

Easing over to him, you crawl up onto the bed, sitting on your knees next to him, admiring his sleeping form– sprawled out on his stomach, head resting on one arm, while the other is thrown across your vacant side of the bed, his hair laying out in every direction.

Reaching your hand out, you run your fingers over his arm, lightly scratching the skin there. He stirs just slightly at the touch, letting out a sleepy groan. Hoping to wake him more, you bend your head down toward him to whisper in his ear, “Good morning sleeping beauty.” Adding a light kiss to the tip of his ear before pulling away.

Being awake just enough to give you a tired grin, he moved his free hand to grab yours, lacing your fingers together. Squinting up at you, he yawned, rolling over onto his back and stretching the arm he had been laying on over his head. “What time is it?”

Watching him in this half-awake state caused your heart to grow even softer, smiling lovingly down at him. “It’s around eleven, I just got back home. You hungry? Want me to make you something?”

Ignoring your question, he gave a confused look, “Got back home? From where?”

“That farmer’s market we’ve been eyeing. You're going to love it.” You knew he may not like that answer, and braced for a passive-aggressive comment.

Instead, he groaned, lifting his whole upper body off the bed to wrap his arms around you, effectively pulling you down on top of him.

He nuzzled his chin into the top of your head, allowing you to snuggle your face into his neck, giving it a gentle kiss.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it baby, I can't wait to go back with you next time.” You smiled into him hearing his reply, and went to speak, but he beat you to it.

“I am gonna need some form of repayment from you though. You know, leaving your poor helpless boyfriend here all by himself,” he giggled.

Having expected some comment of this nature to begin with, you just smiled, tilting your head up to look at him, “Yeah? And what might my poor helpless boyfriend need?”

Rolling his eyes, he met your gaze, then let his eyes fall shut, “About two more hours. Right here. Just like this.”

Absolutely loving the sound of that, you cuddled up to him that much closer, allowing him to fully engulf you with his body, “Sounds great to me.”

You let the room fall silent for a moment, then spoke up again, “Are you sure you're not hungry? Because I can go make us a something real qui–”

“Shhhhhhh shhh,” he cut you off, “Just stay here. Please.” Please. That one word from his mouth would cause you to do anything he asked.

So you stayed right where you were, not that it was a problem with you. You had always loved Sunday afternoon naps with him.

Tilting your head up, you placed a light kiss to his jaw, receiving a hum of response and a tight squeeze of his arms around you. “I love you, y/n.”

You knew he meant it, and you were so glad he did, “I love you, Jake.”

You stayed there, curled up in his arms, your head on his chest, his head on yours, basking in the early afternoon light that streamed through the blinds.

You lay there, listening to his deep breathing, and light snores.

Marveling at the fact that you were the one who gets to love him, and the one who gets to be loved by him.

Wondering how you got so lucky.

Wishing every day could be just like this.

Wishing every day could be Sunday.

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watchyoubloom · 1 year

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late night talking | drw x f!reader

danny x f!reader | fluff, some suggestive dialogue | no warnings (minors dni tho please n thx)

summary: some post-show aftercare for danny after playing a few shows in a row starts to catch up to him.

hi! happy wagner wednesday! this is just a whole lot of fluff pretty much. (this is my first fic in this fandom! let me know what you think 🙈 my asks are open for ideas/prompts/requests!)

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It’s late when he gets back, but that’s normal. You’d come home after the show ended, knowing the band had a couple of post-show interviews scheduled and not wanting to be too in the way. Danny had insisted you wouldn’t be, and you knew he meant it— knew all the guys did, when they asked if you were sure you had to leave. But they’d just finished the last show of a three show stint back home, and you knew they’d be tied up with interviews and photo ops for awhile. And besides— you had something you wanted to do.

“It’s fine,” you’d said, pushing up on your toes to press a kiss to the bottom of Danny’s chin. He’d ducked his head and caught your lips immediately after in a quick peck, and you’d smiled against his mouth, pressing one more kiss to his lips before backing away, not wanting to get too into it. “I’ll see you at home.”

“‘Course, baby,” Danny had murmured, reaching out to pull you back in for a quick hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple and swatted at your backside, unable to help himself. “See you soon.”

You’d winked at him and said goodbye to everyone else, heading out with one of the security guys to where you’d been told to park your car earlier that afternoon.

Now, you listen as you hear the telltale signs of Danny getting home. You hear him toe his shoes off at the door, hear the thud of his bag on the floor beside them, and then, right on cue—“Baby?”

“In here,” you call softly. You’re sitting in the living room, on the couch, the only light a lamp in the corner and some candles on the coffee table.

“You shower yet?” Danny asks as he pads down the hallway. “Wanna join—“ You watch as he rounds the corner into the living room. He sees your setup, and you take in his face as he realizes what you’ve got planned.

“How did you know?” He asks sheepishly, stepping into the room. “I barely flinched.”

“Saw the flinch. And saw you trying to stretch it out after Dreams,” you answer and tilt your head up to accept the kiss he’s leaning in to give you. “And yeah, I showered already. Why don’t you go ahead?”

“God, yes. I’m gross. Was hoping you’d have waited for me, though…” Danny teases, then leans in and kisses you again. “Thanks for coming tonight. And the other nights, too.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it,” you reply, smiling up at him. “Now go. I’ll be waiting.”

It doesn’t take long for Danny to return to you, freshly showered and changed into a pair of comfy shorts. He’s foregone a shirt, and you let yourself take him in, all long and lean and muscly as he ambles over to you.

“See something you like?” Danny asks, cheeky, smiling at you.

“Always,” you answer immediately. You pat the spot beside you on the couch and then turn so you’re leaning against the arm rest, splaying your legs open and resting one against the back of the couch. Danny walks over and sits in between your thighs, his back to your chest, and leans his head back against your shoulder. His hair is still up in a towel, and you know he probably only left it up so he wouldn’t get you soaking wet when he leaned on you.

Once he’s situated, you press a kiss to the top of his cheek, just under the corner of his eye. “Does it hurt now?” You ask, your lips still brushing his skin. You touch your hand lightly to his right shoulder. “Do you need some Advil, maybe?”

“Not right now,” Danny answers honestly. “Want me to scoot?”

“Just a smidge,” you reply, and grab the small vial of essential oil from the coffee table, just in arms reach. “So tall.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny shoots back, but he slides a little further down the couch so you have better access to his shoulders and neck. You’d tried this with him laying down on his stomach, before, but had found that the best relief came from him still sitting up somewhat upright. “So small.”

“Shut up, I’m of perfectly average height,” you fire back back as you pour a few drops of the essential oil into your hands, rubbing your palms together for a second before sliding your arms over Danny’s shoulders and cupping your palms in front of him. “Deep breath,” you command gently.

Danny, knowing the routine, inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the lavender essential oil. You’d picked this one for two reasons: firstly, because it’s relaxing—but mainly because it’s Danny’s favorite. He holds his breath for a count before exhaling, already sinking a little farther back into you as he starts to relax. Once he’s repeated the inhale-exhale cycle a few times, you bring your hands to his shoulders and start to work your fingers into the tight muscles.

“Oof,” Danny grimaces a little when your thumb finds the spot you know is bothering him.

“Sorry,” you reply, instantly lightening your touch further.

“No, s’good,” Danny assures you. “Hurts. But it’s helping.”

It doesn’t happen often, but every once in awhile, Danny plays hard enough during a show that he reaggravates an old golf injury. It rarely bothers him, but you’re used to his tells- you even remember the original injury, though the two of you were just friends then— and had seen him wince a little tonight somewhere during the extensive drum and guitar solo in The Weight of Dreams. Their stint back home had been exciting for all the guys, and the energy at each show had been truly electric, but tonight had been absolutely unreal. Plus, with it being the last of three shows, it wasn’t that surprising that Danny re-pulled the muscle.

You work his shoulders and neck, your thumb applying pressure where you know he holds tension, working at a knot just in between his shoulder blades.

“Holy shit,” Danny mutters as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “How are you so good at that?”

“Gee, I wonder,” you reply, bringing your palms back up from his elbows to his biceps, then up to his shoulders again. “Could it be that I’ve been giving you massages for literal years?”

“No, that can’t be it,” Danny replies, and you know without seeing his face that there’s a hint of a smile teasing at his lips. “Gotta be magic, or something.”

“Oh, that too,” you agree, going along with it. “Sammy and I were practicing our spells the other night when you went to get the food.”

“So thaaaat’s why he looks taller,” Danny jokes. “He tried to tell me he was working on his posture.”

You huff out a laugh as you finish up your massage. “All done,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. You tug at the edge of the towel. “Want me to braid your hair?”

“Can’t move,” comes Danny’s reply, although he immediately contradicts himself and moves, flipping himself over so he’s facing you, still laying between your legs. He lays his head against your sternum, basically burying his face in between your breasts, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Thought you couldn’t move, hm?” You ask, the fingertips of one hand still dancing across his back, his shoulders.

“Couldnt,” Danny answers, voice slightly muffled. “But then I realized I’d be so much more comfy like this.”

You’re still leaning against the arm rest, so you wiggle your way down the couch a little. Danny moves with you, not giving up his current position, until you’re situated with your head against the arm rest and him laying comfortably atop you.

“Need to do your hair,” you murmur, lips pressed to Danny’s forehead. “Wanna pull it up?”

“I’ll fix it in the morning,” comes Danny’s reply, voice already heavy with sleep.

“Baby,” you sing-song, dancing your fingers along his spine. “Can’t fall asleep here, it’ll fuck up all my hard work on your back.”

“Just a nap,” Danny insists, somehow managing to burrow even further into the softness of your breasts. He’s wedged an arm under you, grasping you around the waist like a pillow, and his other hand cups your breast. “So comfy here. Favorite place.”

“You’re an idiot,” you laugh, gasping when he brushes a thumb across your nipple. “Daniel.”

“Baby.”

“Thought you were sleepy?” Your breath catches as he does it again, accompanying the movement over your nipple with a kiss to the soft skin of your breast, exposed from where the neckline of your tank top has been dragged down.

“Am sleepy,” Danny answers. “Also want you. Wanted you so bad after the show, then your magic hands—“

He trails off, and you smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “My magic hands?”

You’ve been running your fingertips up and down his spine as you lay there, feeling as his breathing slows and becomes deeper, more rhythmic. It takes him awhile to answer you, this time, getting closer and closer to succumbing to rest.

“Magic hands went and put me to sleep.”

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whoahoney · 1 year

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Based off this lovely thought that got deleted bc my dumbass posted the draft instead of saving it 🥲 anon, I hope this finds you!!! Please tell me if it did 😭💖 this could’ve been a mini series I think but I’m too lazy to spread it out!

Anyway, here’s my rambling imaginings 💖

Warnings: fem!reader, quite a bit of angst, a lot more fluff, some wine drinking and allusions to spice.

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You hate to say it, but you’d been dreading this.

The news had been exciting when they found out about the tour. You, too, felt that exhilarating burst of energy hum through the room as the tour manager began the breakdown of the cities they’d see and the venues they’d play.

You’d hardly heard the shouts of joy around you, but you did see Jake’s face. His eyes so wide and bright, his smile stretched so taught across his mouth, his cheeks must’ve ached. You’d never seen him so happy as he threw his arms around Josh, clapping him on the back. Sam and Danny bounced over, already deep in eager conversation about Milan and France.

It was everything they’d been dreaming of.

Everything Jake had been dreaming of.

The four of them were a tight clump, muffled chuckles and words were exchanged as their parents joined in their embrace with pride and tears. Your heart swelled at the sight, being able to be here for it, to watch them celebrate, to see their dreams come true before their very eyes.

A world tour.

They’d just finished their last one, barely even unpacked. And now he’d be gone again.

Your stomach sank heavily, like a rock into quick sand, guilt churning deep within you; how could you be so damn selfish? This is everything he’s ever wanted and you’re thinking about yourself, again.

You keep the smile on your face, your hands knotted in your lap until Karen turned to you, eyes rimmed in red as she wiped at them, “Oh, honey, get on up in here—what are you doin way over there!” She chuckled as you blushed and made your way over to the unwinding arms, the layers of bodies falling away as Jake let go of Josh and looked to you.

One side of his smile hiked up, and you could see he’d clearly shed a few tears of his own as he wiped a fresh track away and passed it off as tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. You don’t hesitate to reach for him, chuckling softly when he yanks you into his chest and wraps you up tight.

You breathe him in, and swallow a hiccup—his neck a heady mixture of his warmth, sandalwood, and something deep and spicy that always cut through you. Tonight you clung to it like a safety blanket, thinking of the nights you spent in his bed without him, nose buried in his pillow as you tried not to cry like a lovesick fool.

“It’s really happening.” He whispers against your hair, running a tender hand down the back of your head.

You nod, “Better believe it, rockstar. You deserve every bit of it.” You squeeze him a little tighter before pulling back, already feeling the swell of emotions brewing within you.

For the rest of the visit with the managers and family, you sat quietly next to Jake, his arm slung around you holding you close, his other hand on your knee. He noted how tightly your legs were crossed and how you picked at your nails unflinchingly, not much to be heard from you.

Jake knew he didn’t need words from you to know you were okay, but every bit of his intuition told him something was up. He’d worried about leaving you alone so much. About how tiresome it must have gotten to be in a relationship over the phone for the last 8 months. Even missing your first anniversary while he was in Chicago.

He wondered if maybe your feelings were fading, that maybe he’d thought wrong about claiming all life had to offer him—that he couldn’t have both love and fame no matter how many times he convinced himself that maybe it’d work with the right person, and he was well passed sure that he’d found that person in you.

“—But until then, you guys are free. So use these next couple months to your advantage!” Aaron clapped and rubbed his hands together, eager for the next time they would hit the ground running.

Jake shoots you a familiar glance, his eyes asking, ‘are you ready to go?’

You nod and stand with him, bidding the family a good night before you were in Jake’s car headed back to his house.

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The ride was quiet, almost tense. Jake thought maybe you were biding your time, wanting to be careful with your words and say the right thing as you always did. His chest tensed and he turned up the radio, so maybe the pressure to say something wouldn’t be so bad.

You were thankful for the Jefferson Airplane coming through the speakers, Today lulling you into a hazy calm as you stared out the window at the dark tree line. Jake snuck a glance at you every once in a while, trying to figure you out in a way he never had to before.

When you reach the long driveway and park, he turns to you expectantly. Your eyes dart away from his, scanning the car for anything else to look at besides his pretty face that made you wanna crumple like old paper.

“What?” You ask barely over a whisper.

“That’s what I’m wondering, myself.” He says casually, running his index finger down your cheek. “Talk to me.” He says softly.

You swallow and shake your head insistently, “Nothing, babe, I’m just tired. S’been an exciting day.” You chuckle and meet his eye with a soft smile that told him you were okay. You kissed his palm that now cradled your cheek before he could ask anymore questions. “That’s all.” You assure.

Jake nods and swipes his thumb across your cheek one more time before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours chastely—once, twice, three times, before pulling back and appraising you.

“Let’s get inside.” He whispered, suggesting a hot shower as you open your door and comically rush ahead of him just to hear his boisterous laughter.

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It hadn’t been long since Jake had fallen asleep, his hair still damp from when you washed it for him, bergamot and rosemary shampoo the two of you shared lingered in the air around you. The light of the moon kissed his nose, his blanket tucked up over his shoulder. He was always beautiful, but when he slept he looked prettier than a Grecian bust.

You couldn’t sleep no matter how tired you got, and staring at the object of both your affection and agony wasn’t helping. You snuck out of bed, pulling on the cozy robe he’d gotten you the first night you stayed with him, and made off to the living room with your phone.

You’d become quite familiar with the space despite not getting to share much time with Jake in it. He’d asked you to take care of the plants and his cat, Percy, reminding you to send him pictures and updates whenever you were over there.

Really, he just wanted to see you in his house like it was your own. When you sent him snapchats looking all cute and sleepy in his bed, it did more for him than he thought possible. He’d told you to sleep on his side so that when he got home his sheets would smell like you, and you had no objections to his request.

Since the start of Dreams in Gold, you’d practically lived here, waiting for him to come home.

Your steps were light and slow as you crept down the hall, the quiet chatter of the forgotten TV was directed around a beautiful Asian dish being made on the screen. A single lamp was lit and the orange glow filled the room and part of the kitchen.

You spy your AirPods on the island and plop down in a chair at the counter, another soft light just barely illuminating the kitchen, emanating beauty and nocturnal comfort.

You tuck an earbud into your ear and open your music, trying to piece together the genre that would make the ache go away, nothing too slow or sad, nothing too loud— and then it hit you with a small smile.

You search up the 50s Greats playlist and hit shuffle, sighing in content when the sound of Unchained Melody began. Your mind went peacefully blank, and you laid your head on top of your folded arms.

And then you spotted the wine fridge.

The idea sounded lovely, a glass of fancy red to make you sleep? Yes please.

You tucked the other ear bud in and went about pouring yourself a generous amount of drink in a long stemmed glass Jake brought back from a vineyard he doesn’t remember visiting.

You took a generous gulp and tried not to gag at the bitter taste. It burned all the way down but not with a bite, a slow bitter curl coated your tongue and throat, insisting on more and more to be drunk.

So you do, and finish the glass before tucking your knees to your chest.

Your head was heavy, and just as Can’t Take My Eyes Off You begins, you notice the cooling tears that had fallen down your cheeks unknowingly. You sniffle and then hiccup, twisting your empty glass and considering a refill as Jake shuffled out of the hallway, his pants slung low on his hips and his shirt missing.

He rubbed his eyes and squinted around the room, spotting you after you sniffled again from your place balled up in the chair, your face buried in your knees.

“Hey…” he whispers, not noticing your headphones until he wraps his arms around you and you jump with a yelp. You rip out your AirPod and face him with flooded eyes, in the midst of your cry. “Baby!” He coos in surprise, “What’s wrong?” He pulls you back into his chest, his fingertips at work against your scalp.

You shake your head, “I… I-It was just a bad dream. I’m okay, I promise.” You sniffle, staring at his chest and not his face. His hands cupped your chin and made you meet his eye.

“Look at me.” He said with quiet and loving firmness. You lock eyes with him and take a deep breath through your mouth as he does. “I know you haven’t been to sleep.” He said knowingly. You close your eyes in embarrassment. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong…” he whispered, “—Before I start making assumptions.” He finished as if he hadn’t already formed them from the moment he saw your face at the studio meeting.

You stare at him for a moment, your tipsy brain swimming with swollen emotions and bruised self image.

“Everything.” You whisper before shaking your head, “And absolutely nothing. Truly.” You clamp your eyes shut in confusion. “It’s gonna be fine though.” You assure quietly, both yourself and him.

Jake puts a hand on your shoulder, keeping the other on your face. “Is this about the tour?” He asked quieter than before, his tone void of emotion.

You hesitate before you nod, and he mirrors you when he sees your answer, and you feel fear strike through you like a crack of thunder. He tsks and you feel his fingers squeeze your shoulder before rubbing it lovingly, “Whatever you’re thinking… I just want you to know… whatever you want, I want too.” He said directly into your eyes.

Your brows pinch before you shake your head, “What?”

He shakes his head and casts his gaze low, his mouth flat and eyes still empty, like a stone wall was put up to guard the windows you’d so easily peered into before. Was he angry? Was this what it looked like for him?

“I should’ve thought about what it would mean for you— me being gone all the time.” He said lowly. “I don’t blame you for getting tired of it, I really don’t.”

“It’s not that I’m tired of it, Jake.” You finally say. His eyes find yours again and you place the AirPod in your hand on the counter to cradle his face as he had done yours, “I love seeing your dreams come true. You are magic out there, baby—I will never get tired of hearing all the stories you have or the feeling I get when you call me on the road.” You ramble, thinking out loud more than anything.

“I’m just… scared.” You realize. Jake flinches back a little in confusion, “—scared of everything the world has to offer you—Everything I don’t have—it’s out there. And you have every opportunity imaginable, now. And yeah, I miss you like crazy, and I get bummed when I realize I’m watching your life happen through a phone screen, but I love seeing you happy even more than missing out makes me sad.” You shake your head emphatically.

Your phone lights up and Jake catches a glimpse of the album currently playing and forgotten in the AirPods. Jake looks back at you and picks up the loose ear bud, tucking it in his ear before reaching for your phone and unlocking it.

You chuckle in disbelief, tears still rolling down your face as he scrolls through the playlist and selects We Belong Together by Los Lobos and sets the phone back down, adjusting the volume with his slick smile that told you everything was about to be fine.

“The world?” He asks as he pulls you to your feet and places his hands around your waist. You drape your arms around his shoulders as you’d done countless times before and waited for him to continue, “I have it. Right here.” His fingers worked under the back of your shirt to graze your skin lovingly.

You scoff as he begins to sway you both side to side, his eyes boring into yours with unwavering confidence in his words. “I’m serious.” He says before releasing one hand from you and raising the other to have you spin, which you obliged with an adoring eye roll.

“You say that now, but—“

“No, no buts.” He shakes his head and begins swaying you again, “I don’t care what’s out there when I already have everything I’ve ever wanted right here at home with me.” He pulled you close and kissed your neck, the affection sending more tears prickling at your eyes and a wistful sigh

“Jake—“

“Shhh…” he whispered in your ear, tucking your head into his shoulder, “You’re mine. And I’m yours.” He said. “Nothings going to change that. Not as long as you want to be with me.” He stroked your back reassuringly as more tears fell down your cheeks.

“I always want to be with you.” You whisper pathetically, letting your forehead thunk against his chest.

You feel him chuckle against you before he kisses your head, “And I with you.” He says like a guy with a plan before he spins you, smiling at your own sleepy smile and closed eyes as you begin dancing with him properly, hips swaying and bare feet shuffling across the cold tile floor.

You giggle, “I can’t believe you like me that much.”

Jake snickers at your flushed skin, happy to see you so light after the heaviness that followed you today. He missed you. This.

Jake loved dancing with you. Whenever a song called to him, he was quick to sweep you up in a waltz and relish every smile or giggle he could pull out of you. When you started staying the night with him, you guys would take turns playing music, which quickly evolved into Jake playing beautiful melodies he said reminded him of you, songs he’d heard and longed to share with you in a close dance.

To think of it, everything made him think of you, he realized as he swayed with you in his arms. “More than you know.” He mumbled, spinning you one more time before wrapping you up and resting his head against yours, singing the rest of the song in his low velvety voice.

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There were only two weeks left til the band left for tour.

After your conversation with Jake things felt better. The dread hadn’t loomed over you like you assumed it would, and things with Jake were as good as ever, no holds barred anymore. You were quick to tell him your thoughts and feelings, even more so now than you had before, and seemingly, so had Jake.

You worried you’d lose that once he left, though. That it would be something you had to work and build at when you’d get back together.

During Dreams in Gold, you made three shows, and got two weeks with him in the middle of the tour, uninterrupted—which was nice! But it was different than seeing him every day and falling asleep next to him at night.

Today, you were at the studio to go over more details and itinerary for the first leg of performances in the states.

You and Jake showed up only 20 minutes late with matching iced coffees, Sam scoffing when he saw you didn’t bring him one of his own.

“This is what I get for being here on time!” He flopped into the couch and looked at Danny, who was just reentering the room, “They got Scooters!”

Danny’s eyes widened, “That’s so uncool.” He playfully seethed before whipping out his phone and muttering something about delivery and a cookie.

Jake obnoxiously slurps the emptying drink with eyes locked on Sam’s. Sam lurches to his feet and storms over to his brother to snatch the empty cup and throw it in the trash. “Not on my watch.”

Wordlessly you hand Jake yours, still half full, for him to take a sip just as Josh strode in. “I made it! Can we get a time stamp?” He asked the room around him.

“It’s 9:37, Josh.” Aaron marked from the other side of the room as he prepared itemized sheets for everyone. Josh nods with an easy smile. “We were due to meet at 9:00.” Aaron amended, wiping the smug smile off Josh’s face.

“Oh. Well, we’re all here now, right? Let’s start! Whatcha got for us?” Josh leaned on the table and listened intently.

The group gathered around the table and took a look at the papers in front of them, getting handed your own with your name at the top for whatever reason. You miss the expectant look from Jake and Aaron but you read the pages carefully, seeing where this adventure would take Jake this time.

Back through the states, most he’d seen before, and then the countries— the Netherlands, Germany, Ireland, Spain, Portugal— places you’d dreamed of seeing long before you dreamed of Jake Kiszka.

You sigh, softly and dreamily as Aaron talks transport for their European leg; plane rides and first class tickets, excursions to the Louvre and Stonehenge, and lodging and hostels.

“Is the little place we have for our week in France the same one we used for that little getaway we took a couple years ago?” Sam asked with excitement.

Aaron nodded as did Jake, “Yep! Oh, Jake, I put you guys in the empress suite like you asked. I’m still waiting on confirmation at two of the other hotels, but you guys should be set with a master suite wherever we’re staying.” The manager looked from Jake to you as he spoke, your confusion stirring, was there a mistake? Are he and Josh sharing rooms?

Jake looks to you with expectant eyes, as if waiting for your thoughts. He smiles and nudges your shoulder when you don’t answer, “What do you think?”

“About what?” The group breaks into laughter as you look at Jake for an explanation.

“About coming with me.” He took your hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. You softly gasped and looked over the papers in front of you again, your own agenda highlighted in orange for when the band would be busy.

You look back at him in awe, “Really?” Is all you can muster in a ghost of your voice.

Jake smiled and nodded quickly, “Yeah, of course—I’m tired of leaving you.” He covered your hand with his. “Say you’ll come.”

You nod before you can speak and then kiss him right on the mouth. “I wanna be wherever you are.” You say with a cheek aching smile, a real one stretched wide across your face.

“And I, you.” He agreed, though he knew his words could never convey how much he shared the feeling.

But hopefully… the other surprises he had planned for the tour can say it for him…

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jakesflora · 6 months

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Forgive Me.

Jake Kiszka Priest AU

word count: 2.1k

you have a confession.

warnings: smut, sacrilegious.

You never missed a Sunday, being a catholic was all you knew, since you were a child and your parents dragged you and your brothers to church bright and early every sunday. You had heard news among the grapevine that there was a new priest coming, to take over for Father James, as he was getting older and needed to retire. You were dressed in your finest attire, to meet the new priest, dressed in a pretty black skirt, with a white sweater to cover up as much skin as possible. Your heels click on the stairs as you walk up to the doors of the church, the older ladies greeting you as you walk in. Father James, was standing at the end of the pews, greeting you with a smile, “Very nice to see your face this morning, Y/N” you sent him a warm and welcoming smile, he had always been nice to you. Everyone had been speculating why exactly he was leaving, some people said it was because he needed to retire, others said he committed blasphemy and he's no longer able to be a preacher. Rumor has it, the new father is much younger, and less experienced, but he was in fact a very holy man according to most. You took your seat at your normal spot, three rows back, towards the middle of the aisle. The ushers at the back, shut the doors as you heard the familiar bell start to ring, signaling that the service is starting. Father James walked in from the back of the church, followed by a young man, his hair was a medium shade of brown, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed as his brown eyes scoped out the many pews filled with people. Father James, cleared his throat and spoke into the mic, “This brings me pure sadness to say, but this will be my last sermon with you all. It's been lovely to get to know you all, this will be your new father,” the man raised his hand from beside him, sending all of us a wave. “His name is Jake, but you may call him Father Jake, he will be around after the sermon, to ask questions and hold confessionals if you would need one, may god be with you all.” and with that he started his normal trek on about god, and his disciples.

After he finishes speaking, he bids you all goodbye, telling you all once again that the new Father Jake would be available in the confessional room if needed. A ping of guilt flashed into your eyes knowing good and well there were things you never felt quite comfortable telling Father James given he was so much older and wiser than you. After mostly everyone had cleared out from the pews and were now just standing outside talking amongst each other, you trotted your way down the narrow hallway towards the back of the church. Hidden in the back corner was the confession room, where most women had spent most of their time with Father James telling him about the urges they had to do something most people would say is unholy, and by most people meaning the catholic church. You gently placed a knock on the door, the knocks echoing in the hallway as you did so. “You may come in,” you heard from the other side of the door, doing as the man said, you turned the knob and opened the door. Once inside there he sat, the man you have come to know as Father Jake. He cleared his throat and spoke up, “How may I help you today?” as you walked your way over to the chair in front of his desk, you felt as if his eyes were burning holes into your body, into your flesh, and you weren't sure exactly how to feel about it. In fact, maybe it was all just in your head. You sat down in the chair across from him, crossing your legs like a proper lady. “I’ve come to confess some…urges, if you will.” the nerves were evident in your voice, but in a way you did not feel ashamed, he seemed young enough to understand how it is to be a person your age and feel the things you feel, as he couldn’t be over thirty years old.

“Ah yes, what would those urges be…? What's your name? I did not catch it.” he spoke, sorting out papers clattered about the wooden desk top table. “My names y/n” you said, a small smile upon your face. “Lovely to meet you father.” he looked up from his papers, once again looking at you like something was severely wrong with you, so you just continued to speak. “The urges father, they get so hard to fight sometimes, I've always wondered how it felt, the feeling must be good enough for so many people to stray away from their beliefs because of it.” he was listening to you quite intently, playing with the cross rosary that was once clad to his chest, now gripped in his hands, his brow furrowed. “The feeling of what y/n? What is this feeling that you are so ashamed of?” You shifted in your seat, almost in a way kind of scared to tell him what it is that you’re truly feeling. “Well Um..,” you were fiddling with the ruffles of your skirt, trying not to make eye contact as the thought of saying these words to someone, a holy man like him, seems so wrong. “I wonder what being touched by another feels like, and I know it's against the rules, and in no way am I rebelling but there's something that's so interesting about it.” with the last bit of that sentence you grew the urge to finally look up at him, to meet his brown eyes. His eyes were dark, and it was almost scary, he looked almost.. evil? You didn’t quite know the word for it. “So you think, that the touch of another is enough to break your vows to the church, your vows to the lord?” He now stood up, the vestment he was wearing now straightening up around his waist, and the rosary now falling back to its original place. He was now towering over you, his hand coming up to hold your chin in his hands, “Is that what you’re telling me, sweet y/n?” Your mouth had slightly parted, any spit that was in your mouth has now dried up, swallowing hard to the best of your abilities. “I…I’m sorry father I just.” With a jerk of your chin he cut you off. “Say no more, I've heard enough. It's time to confess your sins before the lord.” He pulls you up out of the chair, with one pull of your arm. Standing beside him now, you realized how much larger he was than you, how much stronger he was. He pointed to the back of the room, where there was a large painting of Jesus on the wall. “Go to him, get on your knees before him, and beg for forgiveness for even thinking such a thing.” He dropped your chin, your legs shaking as you walked over to the painting and did exactly as he told you to do, now rested upon your knees in front of the painting. You heard his feet behind you, and the door lock click as he made his way over to you meaning he in fact locked the two of you in here. There was a feeling in between your thighs that you had never quite felt before, why is it happening now? What even is it? You heard the scraping of a chair on the wooden floor, his chair now beside you as he sat down in it. He grabbed your hair roughly, pulling your head back to look at him. “Do you feel forgiven my dear? I think I know another way you could be forgiven.” The rasp in his voice is much more evident now than it was earlier. “Let me show you.” He grabbed your hand, placing it on his crotch, rubbing it slowly as he let out a low groan. “What are you doing Father? This isn't right.” he refused to let your hand go, still making you rub his now growing cock. “Isn't it though sweetheart? Let me show you how it feels to be touched, while the lord is watching us.” the feeling between your thighs grew tenfold, immediately complying to what he was saying and doing. He lifted up his vestment, taking off the pants he was wearing underneath it. Exposing the cock that was now hard at the thought of taking your innocence and ruining it.

Turns out Jake wasn’t a holy man at all, now was he? “Now let's take off that pretty little skirt of yours that I've been looking at all day.” He lifted you up off your knees, ripping off the skirt that was once what was hiding the wetness of your panties from him and the rest of the world. “That's what i'm talking about, look how pretty you are angel,You're an angel sent from the lord himself.” all you could do was whine, no words came to mind minus the thought of him touching you. He pulled your panties to the side and ran his finger up and down the slit of your pussy, playing in the pile of wetness that has gathered upon your clit. He smirked, knowing good and well that all of this was for him, he lifted his fingers up to his mouth with your wetness still coating them, popping them in his mouth. “Oh angel, you taste so good. I just want another taste.” that did not stop you from grinding your hips on his still hardening cock noticing that the friction felt really good. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you safely in the air as he walked you over to his desk, where he laid you down before getting on his knees himself. He pulled you right to the edge, so that his mouth was now level to your cunt, as he began to lick gently at the sensitive nub between your folds, now not being able to keep the moans of his holy name from slipping your mouth. He gripped your thighs so rough that there was going to absolutely be bruises as he completely devoured your dripping cunt. Your hands now tangled in the brown hair that you had watched walk in earlier, legs wrapping around his head not wanting this to ever end. He smirked into your wetness like a cocky son of a bitch before adding two fingers into the mix now working them in and out of you with a quick motion. Your back begins to arch off the desk at all the feelings he was making you feel. You felt a low burning sensation in the bottom of your stomach, “Father I--” was all you were able to say before he completely stopped. “Not yet, I want you to cum on my cock, I want you to bless me with your cum little dove”

You looked down at him, now watching him stand up and pump his cock a couple of times, pushing the hair out of his face as it was stuck to his forehead with a mix of your wetness and sweat. “Now, this might hurt angel, but I promise it will feel great in the end.” That was the only warning he gave you before he slammed his cock into your little innocent pussy that's never taken cock before in its life, much less a man the size of him. He let out moans of your name as he slid his cock in and out of you, all you could do was whimper as he ruined you, taking the one thing that you were told to keep as long as you could, away from you, but god almighty did it feel good. Your nails dug into his back, leaving scratch marks as the rosary around his neck dangled in your face. His hand reaching up and grasping hard at your neck as he squeezed as hard as possible. “Dirty little slut, how dare you do this? You’re ruined.” he spat, smacking at your cheek as gently as possible. You felt the feeling once again building in your lower stomach, “Father I-- I.” you could hardly get out words. “Bless me angel, give it to me” was all he had to say before you were writhing in pleasure around his cock. Which was enough to send him over the edge as well, filling up your now fucked out pussy with his cum as he slowly slowed down his pace before pulling out of you completely. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “Consider yourself forgiven, in my eyes.”

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allieisacrybaby · 11 months

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Double Trouble

Jake x Reader x Danny

Kinda smutty kinda spicy little burb for y’all heheh

Stumbling home from a night out, one too many drinks has you leaning on your two boyfriends. Jake has your purse in one hand and the other hand steady on your low back. Danny has a tight grasp on your forearm as you wobble inside the front door.

“God my feet are killing me!” you whine slurring your words a little.

“I told you not to wear the heels, doll.” Jake chastises setting your purse on top of the entryway table. Danny clicks his tongue and shakes his head as he leads you to the velvet chair situated next to the front door.

“But they looked soooo good with my dress.” you whine plopping down. You lean down to start undoing the straps of your heels but your head immediately starts to spin in your inebriated state.

“Oh my god my head is reeling.” you throw your head back onto the high backed chair and stare at the ceiling in hopes of not puking.

“Princess, why don’t you let us help?” Danny says.

“We got you, baby.” Jake coos.

Danny gets down on one knee while Jake gets down on both. Danny props your heeled foot onto his upright knee and starts to unclasp the strap. Jake on the other hand gets a little distracted in the process of taking your heels off. He runs his palm up and down your calf feeling your clean shaved skin against his hand.

“God your skin is so soft babydoll.” Jake sighs a breathe through his nose as he runs his hand back down to your ankle running his thumb over the joint on your ankle. Danny setting your shoes on the floor away from the chair understands what Jake is getting up to and his eyes grow darker.

“Jakey…that tickles.” you sigh looking down at the man on his knees.

“Just so….soft….everywhere.” he punctuates with kisses to the inside of your ankle slowly making his way up your calf.

“Hmm everywhere indeed.” Danny says running a large hand up the inside of your thigh past the hem of your dress to run a thumb across the juncture where your thigh meets your groin.

“Oh god….please.” you mewl out. Impatience getting the best of you, you push your hips into Danny’s hand trying to get some sort of friction.

“Patience angel, we’re gonna take good care of you.” Danny says planting a kiss to your knee still teasing you with gentle strokes of his thumb.

“Jakey tell him to stop teasing pleaseee.” you beg.

“Oh babydoll, what makes you think I’m gonna be any better?” Jake wickedly smiles through hooded eyelids. He kisses your other knee as he rises to his feet, Danny following in suit. Jake extends a hand out to you and you rise onto your now heel-free feet, legs still wobbling under you even without the heels on. Danny immediately scoops you up into his arms bridal style and starts walking down the hall to the bedroom. Jake following close behind.

“Let’s get you to bed, huh?” Danny smiles down at you haphazardly kicking the bedroom door open.

“We promise to take good care of you.” Jake smirks closing the door behind him with a click

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 4 months

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Soft Jake thoughts of the night 😭😭😭

“Whatcha reading, there. pretty?” Jake mumbles, practically throwing himself on top of you.

“Jake!” You laugh, dropping your book down next to your head. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“I wanna cuddle with my girl.” Jake looks up at you, cocking a single eyebrow at you with narrowed eyes. “That a problem?”

“Of course not,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his back.

“Good.” He mumbles, burying his face into your neck.

He goes straight for the spot just below your ear, his favorite spot for a multitude of reasons. Depending on how he chooses to tend to it, a variety of different reactions can be elicited. His favorite? Soft, barely there kisses to it, that draw out the softest giggles.

“Jake,” you squeak, trying to move away. “Jaaaake.” you repeat through more giggles. He pays you no mind at all.

“What?” He asks against your skin, nibbling gently at your earlobe before going back to the little sweet spot.

“It- that-“

“Awe, you’re so cute,” Jake cuts you off, blowing a gentle stream of air against your neck.

“You’re so evil,” you say through your soft, melodic giggles. “Quiiit, Jake!”

With a dramatic noise of shock, he pulls back and feigns an offended look. “Me?! Evil?” he scoffs. “I don’t even know what that word means.”

“Oh, do forgive me,” you start dramatically. “I seem to have forgotten you only know fancy words.”

“Hah hah, you’re such a little shit.” Jake laughs sarcastically, playfully rolling his eyes and digging one of his hands into your hip.

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starfall-jade · 11 months

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Not your shade of green - Josh Kiszka

Summary: Reader has had feelings for Josh since childhood, and has had to deal with watching Josh with other girls for so long. Tonight wouldn’t be any different……or would it?

TW: Pining (because it hurts so good), angst (if you squint),Mentions of Alcohol and drinking.

The realization that you had feelings for Josh hit you like a ton of bricks. In the 8th grade when Josh had asked a girl named Jamie to the winter formal with him. It was big and extravagant and you hated it. You tried to convince yourself you hated it because grand gestures give you anxiety, but you knew you really hated it because it was Josh and he was doing it for someone else. You were jealous.

You had become very acquainted with the ugly green monster throughout your friendship with Josh. There had been many weeks of dodged calls and texts after he landed a date, and sudden "family emergencies" at hangouts when Josh invited someone he was interested in to tag along. You were ashamed. Yes, but you couldn't explain the feelings you harbored for Josh, they had kind of just always been there and you didn't think they would ever go away.

You thought you would grow out of your jealousy, and maybe even find the ability to be happy for Josh and search for your own happiness. But, every guy just seemed lackluster when compared to Josh, not as funny, or loving, or attractive. In your mind no one would ever measure up to Josh, and to be honest that thought terrified you. What if you could never move on?

So, that's how you found yourself the night of the holiday party at the Kiszka’s. Already in a bad mood from a long week at work, filled with frustrating customers and your boss grating you about a late project. And being forced to move around the stuffy room of people trying not to bump into anyone on the search for your friends certainly didn’t make your week any better.

Finally your eyes met the outline of the longer haired twin, “Jake!" You called out over the music to get his attention. He was casually leaning against the wall sipping a cup of whatever spiked drink was in the large punch bowl.

"Y/n! Hey, I didn't know if you would make it tonight!"

“Well I thought I would drop by for a little while. After the week I’ve had I could definitely use a few drinks.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jake laughed as he brought you into a friendly hug.

You continued to talk to Jake and were in a very serious drinking game of trying to spot the cringy flirting attempts from others at the party. Needless to say you were a few drinks in and could feel the thoughts in your head getting muddled the more you drank.

“Have you seen Josh? He wouldn’t stop talking about you possibly coming tonight." Jake started back up a conversation after you both called a truce on the drinking game that likely wouldn't have stopped until one of you was on the floor.

“No, you were actually the first I saw when I came in.”

“Oh there he is!” Jake pointed across the room and your eyes followed until they rested upon his twin. Josh was wearing a casual brown jumpsuit, his signature mix between a mullet and mohawk of curls styled to perfection. Josh was of course the center of attention, standing in the middle of the room, talking loudly while surrounded by way too many people.

You continued to stare in that direction, deciding to yourself that you would catch Josh later when he wasn’t surrounded by most of the people stuffed into the house. Then, you caught sight of a particular someone that was standing beside Josh, Gemma.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach, either the alcohol was setting in or that green monster was rearing it’s ugly head.

Gemma was a friend of yours from school, but the two of you hadn’t been friends since you introduced her to the boys. You had spent weeks if not months telling Gemma about the 4 boys that were such a vital part of your life, she had insisted on meeting them as “they sounded like fun”. Only when she did meet them she spent the entire night flirting with Josh.

You wouldn’t have cared very much at all, but the week after Josh was only talking about how big of a crush he was developing on Gemma, that’s what broke the dam walls and your jealousy came rushing out resulting in you avoiding Gemma like the plague from then on. You really didn’t set out to avoid her, but every time you thought about talking to her you were reminded of Josh’s feelings. She would talk about Josh complimenting her outfit, or Josh wanting to take her out, or even about the movie nights with Josh she would spend cuddled into his side.

At some point Josh and Gemma’s relationship fizzled out, feelings were compromised when the boys started to take their music more seriously, and Gemma also set out to make a name for herself as part of an all girl rock group. That fact about Gemma had contributed to your jealousy, not only did she have a great personality, show stopping looks, but she could also play guitar in the league of some of the greatest in history. Why wouldn't someone be attracted to someone like Gemma? And now that her band was hitting success just like the boys, her and Josh seemed to have even more in common if that was possible.

Now, Gemma was standing as close as she could to Josh, her hand resting on his shoulder as she laughed at something Josh was saying. Everything was too much, her laugh too loud and abrasive, her hand too close to his neck, his smile too genuine as he watched her movements. You were not drunk enough for this.

“Jake, I think I need another drink.” The words were followed by a small huff as they exited your lips. But you turned to see that Jake had already drifted towards the group of people surrounding Josh and Gemma at the center.

You trudged over to the small table covered with various spiked drinks and a few bowls of chips and other snack foods, a sour look no doubt taking over your face, you were starting to think you should have just stayed home. Standing by the drink table nursing your much too strong drink, Alone, is how Danny and Sam found you, bright smiles stretched across their lips as they looked over your figure. You flashed them a smile which despite your best efforts didn’t quite manage to reach your eyes.

Noticing this, Danny’s smiling face dropped into a look of slight concern. About to speak up and ask you if everything was okay he suddenly heard Sam’s voice drift over the loud music and other voices filling the room, “You look like someone kicked your puppy.”

“Oh thanks Sammy, that’s just what a girl wants to hear.” Your eyes rolled exaggeratedly, a dry laugh accompanying the dramatic facial expression.

“What he means to say is, everything okay?” Danny interjected before Sam could reply back to your sarcasm with no doubt more sarcasm.

“Yeah I’m all good. Just had a work week from hell and all the yelling in here really isn’t helping.” The half-truth flowed from your lips surprisingly well. Danny had always been your designated person to approach if you ever needed to talk which made it that much harder for you to hold back spilling every detail about the feelings festering in your chest.

“Well if you think I’m going to let you wallow in the corner alone all night, you’ve clearly never met me.” Sam said as he began to drag you by the wrist toward the small group of people dancing near the speakers. You didn’t have time to protest as Sam moved so fast causing your feet to follow the direction of his pulling, finally Sam slowed his pace, the two of you directly in the center of the dancing bodies. Danny soon joining and immediately starting to dance around with Sam, their interesting choice of moves causing laughter to tumble out of your mouth. You couldn’t help but joining in their dance moves, feeling your spirits beginning to lighten as you moved around ridiculously.

You closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the feeling of the music, the flow of the song controlling your body movements. Soon, almost everyone attending the party had moved to the speakers and began to dance, bodies bumping into bodies, couples way too close for comfort. You opened your eyes at Sam's command to "watch this", he pointed at a couple across the floor who were practically eating each other's faces and clawing at each other's clothes. Your face scrunched up in disgust as Sam giggled at your reaction, your eyes drifted over Sam's shoulder to the two figures swaying a few feet away.

Josh and Gemma were dancing to the slow beat of the newest song the DJ chose, but what specifically caught your eye was Gemma's hand, it drifted from Josh's arm up to his neck. She used the hand to direct Josh to look down at her face, a smile making an appearance on his face as soon as he faced her. Your face fell as you watched their interaction, your heart twisting in your chest at the way she touched him, the way she made him smile, the way they couldn't stop talking for more than a few seconds. You always found it easy to talk to Josh but eventually every conversation would drift into comfortable silence as you enjoyed the presence of one another, or so you thought. You suddenly wondered if Josh saw the silence as awkward rather than comfortable, he seemed to enjoy talking to Gemma so much why wasn't he this way with you?

You were put off of dancing at this point, not wanting to stay in the same area and being forced to watch Josh and Gemma dance together as they excitedly rambled and laughed together. You stepped back up to Sam and shouted that you needed some air joking that your social battery was running low when he began to ask what was going on. You shoved your way through the countless bodies before reaching the front door, you let out a huff as you stepped out into the cool night air settling yourself into one of the deck chairs. You were wrestling with your feelings, you knew you shouldn't be acting this way, but every time you looked at them together you couldn't help the immediate jealousy that washes over you.

The door opened and you glanced to your side to see Josh's figure emerging from the house, his eyes looked over you for a short while before he moved to sit in the chair beside you. "What are you doing out here?" Your voice came out quiet, your eyes casted down to the wood floor of the deck. You knew the second you looked at Josh you would feel even more foolish for your jealousy than you already felt.

"Should I ask you the same thing?"

"Where's Gemma?" You chose to ignore his prior comment for fear of outing the real reason you were sitting out here instead of enjoying yourself in the party.

"What?" His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as you finally allowed your eyes to glance over his facial features, you felt foolish. You didn't want to admit that you were jealous of Josh spending time with Gemma, you wished you could say as long as Josh was happy you'd be happy as well but you knew that wouldn't be true.

"You guys seemed to be joined at the hip in there." Okay, so your attempt at hiding your jealousy was not going as well as you'd hoped it would go. Your mouth was moving before your brain could stop the sarcastic comment coming out of your mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Josh chuckled softly, the look of confusion still present on his face,

"Josh, we don't need to talk about it," You sighed and tugged your knees up to your chest, your head resting on them "you can head back inside, i'll be fine."

"And leave you out here all alone? I don't think so."

“I’m not a kid anymore, I think I can handle spending time on my own.” Your chuckle was short and breathy, nothing like you. And of course Josh realized.

“But you shouldn’t have to?” Josh’s eyes were so incredibly soft when he looked at you and at times you thought that was a sign of hidden feelings for you, but you were slowly being convinced it was just a manifestation of the pity he must feel for you.

The boys had amassed worldwide success and yet they still felt the need to always include you, their dear old friend. You however had put your dreams on the back burner as requested by your parents in favor of a “more stable career”, a more stable career that you were miserable doing everyday. Josh was always your biggest cheerleader, stating that he would always have your back if you wanted to chase your dreams, but you could never bring yourself to overcome the fear of what you would have to lose to gain the life you dreamed of. Exactly the way you felt about your feelings for Josh.

“What ever happened to Logan?” Josh broke the silence, the only other sounds being the slow rock of his chair and the soft blow of the wind. He kept having to brush his curls back up from the spots they claimed on his forehead.

“He was a total loser. He asked me on our first date when I’d be willing to meet his wife.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious. He really asked you that?” Josh sat up slightly in his chair his hand landing on your shoulder as his eyes searched your face for any sign of your words being a joke.

“Yeah. And then when she pulled up to pick him up I practically ran to my car.” Your laugh this time was loud and genuine, “guess I don’t have the greatest history with picking the right partners.”

“That’s because you’re not looking in the right place.”

“And where should I be looking Josh?”

“Maybe the boy that’s been in love with you since he was twelve? That would be a good place to start.” Your brows immediately furrowed at Josh’s answer, but mostly at his tone. He spoke like it should be obvious who he was speaking about, as if this boy was right in front of you.

“Who exactly is that?”

“Me.” He was so matter a fact i that moment you swore it took your breath, your eyebrows met in the center of your forehead as a sure sign of how hard you were mulling over his words. He had to be joking, there was no way that Josh held the same feelings for you as you’d always had for him.

“If this is a joke it’s not very funny.” Your heart was racing, seized by the disbelief washing over you.

“No jokes here pretty girl.” Then, Josh’s hands were cradling your face, his soft brown eyes staring deeply into yours.

“When I first realized I had feelings for you I thought if I waited long enough or went on enough dates with randoms they would eventually go away, they never did. And I can’t pretend anymore. Y/n, I think I might love you.” A huff of air left your lips at Josh’s confession, almost like his words sucked the very breath from your lungs.

“Josh, I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since I met you. And every day since I fall more in love with everything that you are.”

Josh’s hand suddenly rested on the back of your head, pulling your face to meet his in a feverish kiss. A kiss that had been waiting far too long. Your bodies in sync like they were meant to be pressing into one another, your hands tangled in Josh’s shirt as his migrate into your hair.

“Y/n are you out here? I’ve been looking for your every- oh.” You pulled away from Josh’s lips at the sound of Sam’s voice as he rushed out the front door with Gemma a few paces behind him .

“I knew it!” Gemma exclaimed a smile resting on her full lips, “Cmon Sam, let’s leave the lovebirds be.”

Gemma sent you a wink as she pulled Sam back inside the house by the sleeve of his shirt as he rambled about owing Jake $20 because he thought Josh was “too chicken to make a move”.

Once the door was shut and the two of you could return to your private little bubble, Josh leaned down to press his lips back to yours. This kiss was shorter than the previous but no less filled with love and intimacy.

“It’s nice to know they had bets on us.” Your forehead was resting on Josh’s as you giggled at his lighthearted comment.

“Bets on you, and I for one am glad you weren’t too chicken.” His hands trailed up your back before suddenly drifting to pinch your sides, causing you to try squirming away from him to no avail.

When you and Josh returned to the party, it was hand in hand with grins stretched across both of your faces. When Jake noticed the two of you his face lit up in a smile, clearly happy for his twin and one of his closest friends.

“Cheers to the new happy couple!” Jake raised his solo cup, causing others in the room to raise theirs in tandem, either with the knowledge of what they were raised for or simply too drunk and rowdy to care.

You were convinced that the happy expression couldn’t be wiped from your face as you and Josh spent the remainder of the night dancing away, tangled in each other without a care in the world. You wished little you could see this right now, you got the guy that you had spent over half your life wishing was yours and you were in total disbelief at being able to call him yours.

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#19 Danny 😍❤️🌧️

Person A joining person B in the rain.

Pairing: danny x reader

W/c: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff!

sorry i suck so bad at answering my asks 😭 i hope you enjoy lovely!! 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting

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“Do you hear that?” You hummed, a smile lingering on your lips as tiredness danced in your eyes. Limbs were tangled in the sheets to the point where you no longer knew which body part belonged to who. You peeked up at your boyfriend through heavy eyelids, stopping for a moment to admire the breathtaking beauty of his face. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t asleep; his fingers were still tracing light shapes on the bare skin of your thigh that was draped over him.

“Hear what?” He mumbled, so close to slumber yet unwilling to give in. He was enjoying the moment of intimacy far too much to part with it just yet.

“The rain.” You whispered, straining a little harder to hear the pitter-patter of the droplets against the roof.

“Huh,” he cracked one eyelid open, peering towards the window. “Didn’t even notice.” He knew you loved the rain and all that came along with it. The smell in the air, the haze of grey clouds in the sky, the fog that lingered near the ground. You were a fanatic for lazy days, and rain always ensured you could get away with them. There was still a bit of light in the sky, letting you know that the day was nearly over, but you still had time to enjoy it if you wanted.

The gloomy skies were present from the minute you woke, but only teased rain for the rest of the day. You had taken full advantage of the weather, lazing around in Danny’s t-shirt alone in the earliest hours. When noon rolled around, Danny found himself free for the rest of the day, surprising you with his company. He was quick to join you in the relaxation; it started in the living room, sharing kisses and taking turns laying on each other while you ignored the television in the background. Then, you moved on to dinner, cooking while still finding it impossible to keep your hands off of each other. Then, you retired to the bedroom, where you found yourselves in the comfort of your bed as you continued your laziness even further. You were practically atop of him, your leg and your arm strung carelessly across his body while he held you there, ensuring you wouldn’t move away.

You did find your day of rest catching up to you. A sudden restlessness had taken over you as your body begged you for some form of excitement. He could tell you were growing antsy; he knew you better than you knew yourself most days. The life came back to your voice, the lull of sleep no longer calling to you. As much as he would have liked to cater to the need, the energy hadn’t seem to catch up to him the same as it did for you. “Come on,” you said, making a move to get out of bed. His grip on you tightened, a groan of protest sounding from him.

“Where?” He complained, unwilling to let you leave, let alone follow you.

“Surprise.” You said, fighting his hold with a laugh rising in your throat. Both of his eyes were open now, but not fully caught up to speed. He couldn’t help but laugh too, amused by your frantic attempt to free yourself from his arms. He rolled over, pulling you back into him with ease, but not because he was protesting your actions. Now, he was only trying to annoy you. “Let go!” You giggled, face pressed into his chest as he muffled your plea for freedom.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.”

“I told you, it’s a surprise!” You complained, trying to pry his arm off of you. After a moment, you freed yourself from his hold, but not because you had won the battle of strength. He gave in, knowing that you wouldn’t stop fighting even if your life depended on it. If there was one thing for certain about your relationship, it was that he loved to tease, and you loved to fight back. It was fun, never allowing for a boring moment, and it was incredibly endearing. You missed it terribly when he was gone on tour.

Before he could even think about grabbing you again, you rolled off the mattress and to your feet, a smile of triumph on your lips. He didn’t need to point out that he let you win, because you both already knew. Plus, your elation was too charming for him to diminish. He loved seeing you happy, even if it meant he had to pretend to take a loss. Within an instant, you darted towards the bedroom door, disappearing around the corner and into the hallway. You could hear his slow footsteps following you, nowhere near as enthusiastic about getting out of bed. By the time you were at the patio door in the kitchen, he was only halfway down the hallway. When he heard you slide open the door, he picked up his pace.

“What are you doing?” He laughed, catching up to you before you could make your big break.

“Going outside.” You replied, not bothering to look back at him before you stepped into the rain.

“Y/n, get back in here. You’re going to get sick.” He said, leaning against the open door. It was quite the sight to behold; he was staring at you shirtless in the doorway, and you were dancing around in the rain on your back porch in nothing but his shirt.

“Come out here with me.” You pleaded, holding a hand out to him.

“No!” He laughed, finding the idea ridiculous. “Come back in here with me.”

“Mmm, no.” You shook your head, looking up to the cloudy sky as raindrops trickled down your face. Your smile was blinding, and you were already soaked.

“I’m not letting you back in here like that.”

“Like what?” You asked as if you had no idea what was wrong.

“You’re all… soggy.” He said, trying to place the right word to the description. “Cold and wet… and cold. Did I mention that?” He listed.

“Come here.” You tried again. You were stuck in a standoff. He wasn’t willing to join you, and you weren’t willing to give up. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a sigh of defeat, stepping outside and into the unfavourable weather. You let out sound that radiated pure glee through the air, stepping towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re crazy.” He said, but his hands were already snaking around your waist and he was looking at you with nothing but love.

“And soggy, apparently.” You laughed, finding his description funny and fully knowing that he didn’t mean a word of what he said.

“Yeah, crazy and soggy.” He agreed.

“But you love it.”

“How could I not?” He muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. The ran washed over you as the cool air enveloped you, but you were filled with nothing but warmth and light. No matter the weather, you knew he would always produce that feeling within you. He was a ray of sunshine, carrying the warmth with him wherever he went, and you were incredibly lucky to be able to experience it. “Is this good enough for you? Can we go inside now?” He asked, barely parting from you as he spoke.

“One more kiss.” You challenged, but the request was unimportant because he was already planning on doing it, anyway. You cupped his cheek in your hand as his lips landed on yours once again, savouring every bit of sweetness the moment had to offer.

“Okay, now get in the house.” He said, pulling away from you. “I don’t want you getting sick.” You gave a nod, accepting his demand as he gave you a light push towards the door. As you stepped away, his hand landed with a sharp slap on your ass, making you jump at the contact. You whipped your head around only to find him laughing at your reaction.

“I’ll lock you out here.” You threatened, stepping inside.

“You wouldn’t.” He brushed you off. He was right, and both of you knew it. You didn’t have the heart to be mean to him even for a second.

“Race you to the shower.” You said, ignoring his rebuttal and slipping your shirt over your head. You tossed it back in his direction as you moved towards the bathroom, not bothering to stop and wait for a reaction. He closed the door, listening to you giggle as you disappeared once again. With a smile on his lips, he chased after you, much happier with the dance in the rain knowing the reward that was now waiting for him. Then again, even if there was no promise of anything more than a kiss in the cold rain, he would still be more than happy to join you, because a moment with you was worth more than the world to him.

boyfriend Danny actually kills me. beating my head against a wall rn.

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thespacesoffalseandtrue · 10 months

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Whimper

hola!!! i have been harassed by my peers (you know who you are) to write this. yes this is a josh whimpering fic, yes it very sexual, yes you will love it.

warning: smut no plot, minors dni, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, oral fem & male receiving, idk what else lmk if i miss anything else.

The movie was almost over, the heroine and the hero had just embraced one another and the deep echo of the movie score could be heard in the background. Your leg was thrown over Josh’s under the blanket and his hand rested on your thigh. You turned to peer out of your bedroom window. It was dark outside, you figured it was late, the movie taking up most of your evening time.

You shifted ever slightly on the bed, getting more comfortable, knowing that you would fall asleep soon. Josh didn’t say anything, gently moved his hand until you got settled and placed it back on your thigh, this time slightly higher and closer to your inner thigh. His fingers began to move even slightly, causing goosebumps to rise on your bare thigh. He hadn’t tried to move it all evening, and now as you are trying to settle down, he decides to play games.

You peer over at him as his knuckles rake across the waistband on your pajama shorts. You notice a slight smile play on his lips, but his dark eyes remain focused on the ending of the movie.

You didn’t say anything and neither did he as he slipped two fingers into your shorts.

You gasped in surprise, he always asked for permission, not that you minded, you wanted him to touch you always.

His fingers moved your panties aside and he began to languidly rub your clit. You felt your body melt at his touch and you closed your eyes.

“You’re going to miss the ending,” he said, his fingers halting. You opened your eyes and found him staring at you, with a bemused expression on his face.

“Fuck the ending,” you say gripping his wrist, urging him to continue. He laughed slightly and continued to circle your bundle of nerves. He was moving too slow, and you began to move your hips to gain more friction or urge him to go faster. But his pace remained the same. Torturous.

“Josh,” you whispered.

“Yes?” He said, turning to look at you. He knew what you wanted, but he was waiting for you to ask.

“Come on, don’t be mean,” you said to him.

He grinned at you. His eyes moved to your lips and then back to your eyes. He was thinking something, and you wanted to ask him what. He moved his hand from your underwear, before you had time to process, he was on top of you. His lips were pressed firmly to yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him flush against you.

“Lay back,” he said against your lips.

“But you’re going to miss the ending.”

“Shut up,” he said with a chuckle. You did as he said and he began a slight descent down your body. He tugged your shirt over your head and had your bralette off in record time. He pressed a quick kiss to each of your nipples, and then your stomach. He tugged at the waistband of your shorts, waiting for you to permit him to move forward. You lifted your hips slightly, helping him remove them and your underwear from your body. He slid a forearm underneath each of your thighs tilting your hips up as he settled between them.

His eyes never left yours as he bent his head down and his tongue grazed your clit. He lapped over and over again at your clit, sucking and cradling, all the while not moving his gaze from yours.

His tongue moved down lower, to your entrance and his slippery strokes grew longer and hungrier. His nose brushed the right bundle of nerves, the contact making you gasp.

His hands kneaded your waist. His delicate fingers were restless, but nothing compared to the need you felt as his lips and tongue and nose caressed you. You covered his hands with yours, rubbing his knuckles. You held his head, traced his ears. He feasted deeply, as if you were the last thing to be devoured.

You fisted his hair urging him on, you could feel the hot rush on his breath against your skin. He moved one hand from your waist and brought two fingers to your entrance. Only circling the throbbing area.

“Please, Josh.”

You felt him shiver, his mouth faltering. His fingers stiffened, two uniting as one to ease inside you slowly, so slowly. You scraped your nails through his hair, back arching.

He drove inside, slow and deep, and then drew back out. Again. Again, a bit faster, all the while teasing you with his tongue. The pleasure gathered inside you, that delicious, fiery need.

“Josh.”

A groan heated your clit, his tongue fluttering. His stiff fingers are nearly pounding now. Your own fingers slipped from his hair, trembling, tracing his ears, touching his temples, his face. He held you tight, that hand at your waist was hot and possessive. The pleasure built, layer upon layer, thicker, harder, more inevitable with every flick of his tongue and intrusion of his fingers, tighter, tighter, rising higher, higher.

“Josh.” More a huff than a name. A plea. Your heels rubbed his back of their own accord. His hair was in your fist. The pleasure peaked and finally spilled over, a furious fire of pleasure running through your skin.

He eased, fingers and tongue slowing to the beat of her pleasure, soft caresses soothing in time with your throbbing pulse. He went still exactly as your body did, touching you only with his fevered, frenzied breaths.

“Fuck.” You let his hair go, resting your fingertips on your belly, your hands were shaking, and your mouth was dry.

You propped yourself up on straight arms, and Josh took your calves in his hands. You could see wetness glistening in his mustache, and he traced his lower lip with his tongue. His eyelids were heavy, but his brown eyes were bright.

You wanted to taste him. You wanted to taste yourself on him. You drew your legs onto the bed, scooting to the far side to make room.

“Lay back,” you ordered him, just as he did to you. His cheeks were slightly red and you could see his erection tenting his boxers. He did as you told him to do and once he looked settled amongst the pillows and blankets did you lean over and kiss him softly. You could hear the credits rolling of the movie that has been long forgotten.

“Take this off,” you said, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. He rose up and pulled it over his head and casted it aside on the floor beside your forgotten clothes.

He reached for you but you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him slightly down once again. You moved to straddle him, moving ever so slightly against the cotton fabric of his underwear. His hands gripped your thighs and you leaned down to kiss him.

It was a breath of a kiss and you pulled away slightly and he moved up searching for you. You kissed his cheek and then his neck. You notice his breathing hitch as you suck and nip at his collarbone. You shimmy down to kiss and lick his nipples, and then his stomach, and then knowing what he wanted next, you move up and capture his lips with yours, not granting his wish. He groaned against your mouth and you moved your hand into the waistband on his boxers and palm his hard length.

“So hard for me,” you say, running your thumb over his tip. His eyes were shut and his head was tilted rested against the pillows.

“B-baby,” he stammered in a half whisper as you snaked down to sit between his thighs. You pulled his boxers off and began to stroke him faster but not too fast.

“You feel too good, I bet you taste even better,” you say, licking from his base all the way to his tip.

“Your mouth is so pretty,” he says rubbing his thumb across your cheek bone. His hand found their way into your hair as you took his entire length into your mouth. He was so hard and you could feel his length pulsating with desire in your grip. His eyes were shut and his mouth was hung slightly open as if he was about to say something. But all that was coming out was soft ever present whimpers of desire and need.

It fueled your own hunger and you could feel your core begin to pulsate once again.

Setting a slow, steady pace, you take him in and out of your mouth, sucking and licking the crown and stroking his hardened length, sliding your tongue along the throbbing vein that runs under the length of him. You suck and swirl and stroke and swallowed him over and over, his grip was tight, you knew he was close but you didn’t want him to cum yet. You popped off his cock with a pop.

“Not yet,” you said, moving from between his legs and up his torso again. He opened his eyes and you found his expression to be one of pure lust and torture.

“Fuck, what are you doing?” He asked you as you began to slightly kiss his neck.

“I’m going to ride you, okay?” You said and began to pump his cock slowly once again. “But you can’t cum yet, you need to wait for me.” His skin was salty with sweat and you sucked the sensitive part of his skin at the base of his neck and shoulder.

“Okay,” he whimpered in your ear.

You adjust yourself slightly and lined his hardened cock at your entrance. He sat up slightly and took your erect nipple in his mouth as you sunk down slowly on his length. You both sighed at the feel of each other. You began to move against him, each time brushing your clit against the base of him.

“You feel so good, stretching me out just right,” you whispered looking down at him, sucking the sensitive skin beneath your breasts. His hands were gripping your thighs hard, they were sure to leave marks in their wake.

You began rotating your hips on him, rising and falling, your head tipping back at the pleasure of it, at the way his hips started rocking up to meet yours again, at the way his expression became more concentrated. He cupped your breasts, constricting his grip on your thighs and using it to bring you down on him harder.

“B-baby, fuck,” he stammered out with flushed cheeks. He looked completely fucked out and completely helpless underneath you. His hair was disheveled and unruly at your touch.

“No,” you told him, gripping his shoulder, “not yet, you can wait for me.” You moved your pace to slow once again, bringing him from his edge. He shut his eyes once again and moaned out your name.

“You look so pretty under me like this,” you tell him, brushing your thumb against his reddened face. “You like it when I’m on top of you? You like it when I do this?” You ask, swiveling your hips taking his entire length.

“Baby,” he whimpered out, opening his eyes, taking you in, “please I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“You can wait for me, I know you can.” You braced yourself on his upper abdomen, squeezing him inside, sliding up and back down faster this time, Josh grabbed your bouncing breasts and right as his eyebrows began to furrow did you slow down, rotating her hips in sensual seduction, arching your back and bracing your hands on his knees so he could lower his gaze and see his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You brought your thumb up to his mouth and he wrapped his tongue around it. You made sure he was watching as you brought your thumb down to your clit and began to run fast quick passes against it.

He whimpered at the sight and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He closed his eyes and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly. The sight before you caused your body to vibrate with the height of another orgasm.

You brought your lips down to his. He moved to replace your thumb with his own.

“Are you ready to cum now?” You ask him.

He nods his head and his eyes are still closed.

“Say it, I need to hear you say it.” His thumb began to falter against you. He was closer than you had originally thought.

“Please, let me cum, please let me fill you up.” His voice was barely above a whisper and heavy with desperation and lust.

You kissed him again, harder this time. “Cum with me, sweet boy, I need to feel you cum with me.” You said against his lips. You felt him sigh in relief at your words. You began to move against him, more quickly then, his thumb keeping pace with the movement of your hips.

“I’m going to cum, don’t stop,” you said as your climax grabbed you with the fiery pull of desire tearing through your skin and bones. His face was so close to yours and you shut your eyes and fucked him through your roaring waves of desire. He was pleading as he came, pooling inside of you, chanting your name over and over again against the crook of your neck. His grip on your hips moved from firm to bruising.

You both held on to each other as you rode out the high of your orgasms and you moved off of his lap gently. His forehead was shining with sweat and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. You kissed his reddened cheek and he pulled you to his chest and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re amazing,” he said to you slightly massaging the base of your neck.

“I know,” you giggle and turn your attention back to the television. It was alive and bright with another movie.

“Let’s watch this and gear up for round 2?” Josh asked you, throwing the blanket over both of you, just as it had been before. You giggle at him and nod your head, knowing you would never be able to tell him no.

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