#josh kiszka one shot
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Vengeance
Vengeance
Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader
Summary: “When people misbehave, they get punished. That’s how they learn, ya know?”
Warnings: Pit viper Josh, punishment sex, degradation, dominant Josh, bondage (tying hands/wrists and blindfolding), use of the word “slut,” “slave,” and “whore,” puppy play (kind of), forced blow job, gagging, breath control, mention of vomit, humiliation, teasing, rough unprotected sex, impact to the face, spitting.
Word Count: 6.5k
To say you planned to make Josh fall apart would be an understatement. However you never thought he’d turn the tables on you.
As you stood there, with a metal shelf pressed against your back and your hands tied above your head with the strings of your bikini top, trying to figure out how to get yourself free, you thought back to the series of events that led you to this moment.
It was a Kiszka family weekend. Their parents and sister had planned to come to see a show in a few days and the guys had the weekend free, which called for family activities.
Each of the boys organized something. Jake booked everyone hotel rooms, Sam made reservations and covered the cost of all the dinners, and Josh booked the daily activities- which he specifically was very excited for, because you were staying by a lake.
Josh rented a boat for one of the afternoons- something the entire family would enjoy.
So, a few days ago, you rush-shipped a new bikini and coverup for the trip and the day before leaving, it showed up at your front door.
Perfect.
It was a dark green cheeky bikini with little white flowers embroidered on it that was held together by just a few strings. It was cute however, it was a bit smaller in real life than it was according to the pictures online.
But the way it hugged and accentuated every part of your body that you wanted it to perfectly when you tried it on gave you a boost of confidence and not to mention, a few dirty thoughts- thoughts that you were sure were bound to cross Josh’s mind too. Besides, you loved time off with him. He wasn't as tired as he was during show days and you had more time for "activities."
He was going to love it, that much you were sure of.
But, you remembered, you’d also be around his family. So of course, you also purchased a cover up. The cover up was an off white knitted dress that would do its job for when you were around the family or at public places throughout the day.
You packed bags for yourself and Josh and right before zipping up the bags, you admired to yourself how your new bathing suit unintentionally but probably subconsciously matched the one Josh was set to bring- white swim trunks with a subtle pattern of green accented shapes. You threw it on top of yours and zipped the suitcase.
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“Sam just texted me that he’s leaving now so he’ll be at the dock in a few minutes. You ready?” Josh asked as he laid on the bed of your hotel room on his phone, not bothering to look up to you as you walked out of the bathroom.
“Mhm,” you hummed, giving yourself one last look in the mirror.
“Oka- Woah. No. Absolutely not,” Josh protested at the sight of you.
“What?” you asked as you continued to put your earrings in.
“The outfit! No!” he said with a chuckle coming off his lips as if it was all a big prank.
Instantly, you put on the charm.
“You don’t like it?” you asked innocently.
He sighed, rolled off the bed, and came over to where you were standing, clasping his hands behind your back and pulling you close to him.
“Don’t be like that, Mama. It’s just… a lot. Well, actually, it’s not a lot at all. You’re practically wearing nothing. I mean, my parents are gonna be there today,” he explained, getting a good look at you.
You gave him a little pout, dropped your chin, and looked at him through your lashes to hit him with your best puppy dog look.
There was no sense in arguing. Josh knew you could be a bit of a handful at times and after all, that was something about you that he had to admit he loved- something that turned him on, even.
He laughed to himself and shook his head, “God, what am I gonna do with you?”
“Love you too, Baby,” you said sweetly as you gave him a quick kiss and a pat on his butt.
After grabbing your bags and a case of beer, you Josh walked out of the hotel, and down to the dock to the boat he had rented hand in hand. You were the last ones to arrive- as usual with him.
It was hot out but cloudy, and the breeze from the water was perfect. However, despite the clouds, Josh had on a pair of sunglasses. Pit Viper sunglasses to be exact. He loved them. You hated them. They made him look like a douche bag and he knew it. But, with you wearing a skimpy bikini that he didn’t exactly approve of, he figured he should include something you weren’t exactly a huge fan of as part of his outfit for the day. It was only fair.
Josh made a grand entrance upon stepping onto the boat, holding up the case of beer he brought and screaming out to his family to let them know the two of you had arrived.
The boat was big. It had a few decks as well as a full indoor living area, kitchen, and even a bedroom. There were also stairs leading down to an unlit area which you assumed led to storage and technical stuff.
After greeting his parents and sister, you sat down on a white padded bench near Sam who was was sitting crisscrossed on the deck of the boat while his girlfriend had her hands in his hair, tugging it this way and that as she put two French braids in it to keep it from blowing wildly in the wind.
“You look handsome with your hair like that, Sammy,” you said sweetly to him.
“Thank you! You look lovely today by the way,” he replied.
You smiled at Sam’s compliment and looked at Josh with an I told you so look on your face.
“Hm. At least Sammy thinks I look nice,” you whispered to him.
“I never said you didn’t” he said sternly as his jaw clench and he swallowed hard.
He lifted your legs up onto his lap and ran his free hand up and down them a few times before resting his hand just above your knee, almost as if he was claiming you.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned in your ear, just above a whisper as the boat started moving.
You opened your mouth to give him a smartass reply but stopped yourself when his dad stood in front of the two of you, handing you each a drink.
“You like black cherry, right?” his dad asked with a Whiteclaw extended to you.
“Yes, it’s my favorite, thank you!” you answered with a smile as you grabbed it from his hand.
Josh took a can of beer from his dad, cracked it open, gulped down almost half of it right off the bat.
“Slow down, Baby, no one’s taking it from you,” you giggled as you brought your hand to the back of his neck and swirled your fingers through the curls at the bottom of his head.
He swallowed and brought the ice cold can to your legs, using them as a table and sending shivers throughout your body.
As the boat sailed through the water, everyone drank, talked, and laughed. Everyone except Josh, who was quieter than usual. He was good at masking his emotions though. No one seemed to pick up on it except you. After all, you knew exactly why he was quiet.
What you wanted to happen, was happening. It was only a matter of time before he broke.
Soon, the boat anchored at a shallower area of the lake. The captain informed you all that the water was about twenty feet deep, making it safe and suitable for jumping off the boat and swimming.
“You guys going in?” Jake asked the two of you, standing up and unbuttoning the black overshirt he had on.
Josh looked over at you and raised his eyebrows, silently asking you if you wanted to go in.
You didn’t answer Josh. Instead, you eyed Jake up and down, making sure Josh saw you do so.
“Yeah,” you said, replying not to Josh, but to Jake.
You sat up and gave Josh a small smile. He didn’t smile back. Instead, he tipped his sunglasses down so you could see his eyes which were strong and giving you a warning look.
Ignoring the “knock it off” look, you gave him a quick peck on the lips before taking off your white knitted cover up. When you pulled it over your head, instantly, you caught Sam and Jake’s eyes on you, despite their own girlfriends being there.
Sam was obvious. His eyes practically burned a hole into the fabric of your bikini. With her hands still braiding his hair, his girlfriend jerked his head around and he winced as his hair got pulled, a seemingly intentional move on her part.
Jake, at least, was smarter about it, hiding behind a pair of round black sunglasses and raising his beer can to his lips, taking a sip to hide his smile.
Even their dad gave Josh an approving look and a raise of his eyebrows.
Josh handled each of them as he stood up to follow you.
He smacked the unbraided side of Sam’s head as he walked by him.
He laughed his dad off as respectfully as he could.
And as he walked by Jake, who was standing on the edge of the boat, he gave him a push and watched him fall into the water below him.
The sound of his body hitting the water was all you heard until you looked over to see him laughing with just his head out of the water, his body completely invisible as it emerged in the dark lake water surrounding him.
“You dick!” he shouted jokingly, “You better get your ass in here and bring me a new beer!”
Josh turned to you, pulling you in tight by your waist, “You heard your boyfriend,” he teased, “better get your ass in there,” he said, smirking.
“Jealous?” you asked sweetly.
He looked down at your chest and then back to your face.
“No,” he answered, stretching out the word fighting back a smile.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” you said as you gave him a peck and jumped off the boat and into the water with Jake.
Immediately, Josh followed behind you and eventually, Sam, his girlfriend, Jake’s girlfriend, and Ronnie were all in the water with you.
After a while of swimming with the group, having canned drinks thrown down to you all by their parents, and Sam and Jake swimming away to pee, you started to get cold and the group of you got back onto the boat before it took off again to head to another location in the lake.
As you sat on the top deck in just your bikini, with your legs in Josh’s lap, the sun started burning off the clouds little by little, making the day grow hotter, which was nice considering you were in a cold, wet bathing suit.
“You’re getting a little pink, Baby,” you said, pressing your fingertips onto Josh’s sunkissed shoulder and releasing them to see a small pale dot linger behind before returning to the same color pink around it.
“Yeah you can still burn even with the overcast,” Sam interjected, squinting up to the sky.
Josh rolled his eyes. Sam didn’t have that problem and he never did. Sam’s skin always held strong under just one layer of SPF 30 all day while Jake and Josh would be better off reapplying SPF 50 every hour. Sam’s comment also didn’t help with Josh already annoyed at him.
“You want 50?” his dad asked, holding out a can of sunscreen.
“Ah, yes, that’s perfect,” you said, standing up and reaching for the can from his dad, making sure you pushed your ass and tits out just a bit more than your normally would, “Thank you!”
“Course,” his dad replied.
Josh grabbed your wrist to stop you from twisting the nozzle open, “Actually, you wanna go inside with me? Get a drink and be in the shade for a little?” he asked quietly.
“M’kay,” you replied, getting up, handing his dad the can of sunscreen back, and following him inside the boat as the sounds of his family members talking and laughing muffled with the closing the glass door behind you.
“I want to make something very clear to you,” he said as he pulled you down the stairs by your arm and swung you around to face him once you reached the landing and were out of earshot of the captain of the boat.
The way he whipped you around made your breath hitch in your throat and you exhaled hard as your eyes met his and he continued speaking through his teeth.
“You want to dress like a slut? Act like a slut? I will treat you like a slut. And then we’ll see just how you like it, hm?”
You looked at yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses and smiled just a bit, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth. You hated those sunglasses but you were so thankful for them right now. You had to admit, you loved seeing what he saw as you looked at the reflection in them. And right now, all you saw was a little brat who deserved whatever was coming her way.
If he wanted to, you’d let him take you on the stairs right then and there for anyone to see. That’s how bad you wanted and needed him right now.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said sweetly, playing dumb.
“Really?” he asked rehtorically, “You think I didn’t notice all that shit you pulled with my brothers out there? Hm? And my fucking dad?”
“I was being nice. Unlike you who got a little attitude all of a sudden,” you said fighting back a smile.
You knew you weren’t just being nice.
“Yeah the way you were looking at Jake was really nice, wasn’t it?”
“You know what, I think you are jealous after all,” you replied.
“And I think, you need to be taught a lesson,”
“So teach me then,” you said, crossing your arms in front of you, making sure you pushed your tits up just a bit with it.
That was it and you knew it. Those four words sent Josh to his breaking point and the look on his face proved it.
Josh smiled, shook his head, and let out a laugh through his mouth as he traced his bottom teeth with his tongue.
“Teach you? Oh I’ll teach you,” he said as he pulled onto your arm and led you down the narrow corridor of the basement of the boat and into a small room that was seemingly reserved for the crew members.
He slammed the door behind him and twisted the dead bolt to lock it.
He flicked on a light switch to reveal that you were both standing in a storage closet, containing just a utility sink and a metal wire shelf that was stocked from ceiling to floor with cleaning supplies.
“What’s your word, Mama?” he asked with his hands in his hair, untying the white bandana that he was wearing.
“Red,” you said clearly.
“And what if you can’t talk?”
“Shake my head three times.”
“Perfect,” he said, smiling at you and then turning his attention to the bandana between his fingers as he gave it a good tug.
There was a ball of anxiety in your stomach that was more excited than nervous or fearful. The two of you had experimented with stuff like this before. You trusted Josh with everything in you and even though you knew he was about to completely ruin you for his own pleasure and entertainment, you knew you were in good hands. After all, this is what you hoped for.
“Now,” he began as he spun you around, grabbed your wrists and held them together in his hand behind your back, “I don’t give a fuck about your pleasure. I don’t give a fuck if you cum. You misbehaved. And when people misbehave…” he paused for a second to tug the bandana tight around your wrists, “They get punished. That’s how they learn. Ya know?”
All your body would let out was a hum in agreement as Josh grabbed your shoulders and spun you around forcefully, manhandling you.
“So,” he whispered as he brought his face close to yours, “It’s time for you to learn so this doesn't happen again,” he said as he flicked the tip of your nose.
He used one hand to sneak to the back of your neck and untie your bikini top. In just a few seconds, the strings were undone and the top came tumbling down, exposing your bare chest to him. The second string that wrapped around your back was still in place though, keeping the two triangles of the top just dangling over your stomach, swinging back and forth as you moved your body.
The same hand continued down your chest and he swirled his fingertips over your nipple lightly, causing your back to arch involuntarily at his touch.
“Mmm, feels good?” he asked softly with his mouth an inch away from yours.
“Yeah,” you breathed out in a whisper, closing your eyes and subconsciously bringing your face closer to go in to kiss him. A kiss which never happened because Josh pulled his face back.
In a second, a sinister chuckle left his lips and a sharp pain rang through your chest as he pinched and pulled upward on your nipple.
“Don’t get used to it,” he said bluntly, giving it one last tug before ripping his fingers from you.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.
You did as he said and dropped down so that your face was at eye level with the bulge in his swim trunks.
“What are you waiting for? Take ‘em off,” he said sharply.
“Josh,” you said bluntly, “I can’t,” you emphasized your words, reminding him that your hands were tied behind your back.
He didn’t need to be reminded. He didn’t care.
“Get creative. You’ll find a way.”
You looked up at his face and then down at his shorts which were at eye level. All you had was your mouth.
Inching closer to him on your knees, you took your teeth to the waistband of his shorts right by his hip bone, and tugged down.
They came down an inch on one side and you crawled to the other side of him and did the same there.
Back and forth you went, on your knees, tugging Josh’s trunks down an inch at a time on each side, looking absolutely pathetic, as he stood from above and watched with a smirk on his face, laughing at you. You couldn’t even see his eyes through his sunglasses, all you saw was yourself, his slave, in the reflection of them.
After getting his shorts down about halfway and struggling to get them to come off past his bulge, he had had enough and he pulled his shorts down the rest of the way, fully revealing his hard cock to you.
“Suck it,” he commanded.
You looked up at him, licked your lips, and leaned forward to take his dick in your mouth.
The second the tip of his dick pushed past your lips he let out a sigh of pleasure and grabbed the back of your head.
Instantly, he started using his hands to guide you. He used your hair as leverage, pulling at your roots and pushing down on your head as he moved you back and forth. It felt good- that little sting that came with each pull.
Normally, you’d be able to add some “technique” to sucking his dick. You’d use your hands and twist them around his shaft. You’d be able to go at your own pace, starting slow and sucking the tip the way he liked it. You could swirl your tongue around the head of his dick or cup his balls to send him over the edge a bit. But not this time. All you had was your open mouth. He was in control of everything.
In a way, you were glad he was. You could barely keep your own balance due to not being able to use your hands and water dripping from both your bathing suits and your hair had made the floor just a bit slippery below your knees, causing them to slide around a bit. Not to mention, you were on a moving boat.
However, him being in control of everything meant he was going to use you just the way he wanted to.
Quickly, he picked up the pace.
Josh let go of your hair and his hands gripped the sides of your head and pulled you back and forth on his dick with force a few times.
But that wasn’t enough for him. He stilled his hands, kept your head steady, and started thrusting his hips into you, fucking your face.
The gargle sounds that started in your throat and came out of your mouth as the saliva collected in your open mouth and began dripping onto your chin were something you’d only ever heard in porn before.
He looked down at you the entire time and you looked up at him, watching yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses. You could see and feel your own saliva dripping down between your tits.
With every thrust, his sunglasses slid further and further off his nose and you flinched as they came down, just missing your face, and hitting the floor to your left.
He stopped for a minute with his dick still in your mouth and both turned your eyes to the floor where you could just faintly see the sunglasses in your peripheral vision.
“Pick ‘em up,” he instructed and he pushed your head off of his dick backwards.
You wiggled your body around and leaned sideways awkwardly to grab at them, but you were unsuccessful. You tried a few times, grabbing them with your fingers before dropping them time after time. The way your wrists were tied up didn’t allow your hands for much movement. Not to mention the way you had to bend around was difficult and was stretching your back in painful ways, causing you to wince and whine as you tried.
You sat back on your heels and looked up at him, defeated and out of breath.
He laughed, “You are absolutely pathetic, Baby. Come on, I thought you were smarter than this.”
You looked at the glasses on the floor again and sighed. Still sitting on your heels, you turned yourself around, giving him a view of your ass with your hands tied right above it, which you were sure he loved.
And just as he wanted you to, like nothing but an obedient dog, you leaned down and with your mouth, picked up the glasses and crawled back around to present them to him.
He reached down and cupped the side of your face gently, a contrast to how he had been handing you for the past few minutes.
“That’s a good girl,” he cooed the same way he would reward Sam’s dog for doing a trick, as he took the sunglasses from your mouth.
You fully expected him to put them back on his own face but instead, he reached down and put them on you.
In any normal circumstance, this would be a soft act of kindness. But not in this one. This was just another way of humiliating and degrading you, and the next words out of his mouth proved it.
“There we go, that’s better,” he said softly and sweetly, before his tone changed as he continued, “Yeah,” he laughed, “I don't even want to look at you.”
He stroked himself a few times before he continued, “Now, is my good little puppy ready for her treat? Open,” he said as he grabbed the back of your head and forced you onto his dick once more and held you there.
You gagged around his dick as it hit the back of your throat. You concentrated on breathing through your nose as your throat closed around his dick. You were swallowing his cock and your own saliva all while fighting back vomit that you could feel forcing its way up your throat.
Tears welled up in your eyes ran down your face, causing the inside of the glasses to fog up to the point where you could no longer see anything.
He kept one hand on the back of your head and used the other one to take hold of your nose and squeeze your nostrils shut.
At that point, you had lost feeling in your arms, you couldn’t see, and now you couldn’t breathe.
The only thing you could do was feel him using you and take it. Your mouth was nothing but a hole for Josh to use to get himself off. Every ounce of dignity was stripped from you. The only thing that even provided you with the slightest bit of it was your bathing suit bottoms that were still intact but pooling with your own wetness as Josh continued fucking your face.
You were a second away from shaking your head to get him to stop when he shoved you away aggressively, allowing you to suck in a massive and well earned breath as well as close your mouth to swallow properly for the first time in what felt like forever.
He pushed the glasses up onto your forehead, allowing you to regain your sense of sight, and both of you watched a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick stretch and eventually break apart into two pieces landing on his thigh and your chest.
Breathing with your mouth open to catch your breath, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, desperately, as he looked down at you with a pleased expression on his face.
You were practically panting to catch your breath when he reached down and lifted your chin to close your mouth.
“Close your mouth, Baby, you look like a whore.”
No shit.
He held onto your cheeks and smooshed them together, hard, causing your lips to part and letting all the excess saliva ooze between your teeth, bubble out, and dribble down your chin.
For just a fraction of a second, he smiled at you. It was so brief that if you would have blinked in that exact second, you wouldn’t have seen it.
And just as quickly, his expression was serious again as he released your cheeks from his grip with a push to your face.
With that same hand, he swirled your hair around his wrist and held it tight in a makeshift ponytail in his fist before using it to yank you up to your feet.
You winced as he pulled you up forcefully, feeling your neck stretch as your legs tried to keep up with how quickly he was pulling.
As he pulled you up, you slipped around on the floor which was not only covered in lake water, but now drops of your own saliva. Josh held you steady for a moment with each of his hands gripping your upper arms.
He spun you around, freed your wrists, and spun you around again so that you were now facing him.
He threw the bandana to the floor on top of his disregarded swim trunks.
“Take that off,” he commanded, jutting his chin out toward your bikini top that was hanging by one loose knot just below your ribcage.
Careful not to drop it, you untied it, pulled it off, and handed it to him, unsure of the next plan he had for you.
“That little bratty mouth of yours served me well, Mama. But now,” he said as he held your wrists together in front of you and wrapped the bikini top strings around them a couple times, “Let’s see what that pussy can do for me, hm?”
He walked you backwards a few steps until your back made contact with the metal shelf behind you, causing you to shiver from how cold it was.
He raised your tied wrists over your head and using the rest of the bikini top, he secured your wrists to the top wire shelf, wrapping the string around in the most unconventional way and creating knots that would be close to impossible to undo.
He gave your wrists a yank and when they didn’t detach from the shelf or slip out of the ties, he smiled to himself with satisfaction.
He walked around to the front of you and looked you up and down.
“Comfortable?”
“No,” you whined as you moved around a bit, struggling.
“Aw that’s too bad, Mama. You look so pretty like this. All desperate and helpless. Nothing but a whore for a good fuck,” he said as he sucked his teeth and gave you a condescending pout.
He took one finger, starting at your wrist, and ran it down the inside of your entire arm.
You squirmed as his finger brushed over your armpit and down to your nipple, giving it a flick before his hand came up to your chin.
With his other hand, he grabbed the front of your bikini bottom and pulled tight, letting the fabric create a burning friction between your folds.
You let out a whimper of pain.
“Jo-” you whined.
“Shhhh,” he said, shushing you but also finishing the last sound of his name that you whined out.
He let go and the elastic in the bottoms snapped back onto your skin with a sting. He pushed the crotch of your bikini bottom to the side, feeling around with his fingers- feeling the wetness that had accumulated. Slowly, he dipped two fingers inside you and pulled them back out.
“You like all this a bit too much, don’t you?” he asked in a sweet voice, “Maybe a bit more than you should?”
He was right. You liked this more than you should. A lot more than you should. Any sane person would find this completely humiliating and degrading. But surprisingly, this got you more turned on than anything.
You wanted Josh to use you. You wanted him to treat you like an object- not a person- nothing but a masturbation tool for him.
You nodded in response as he pulled his wet fingers up and held them in between both of your faces, rubbing them back and forth, inspecting what was left on them.
“You know, I’m starting to think you planned this whole thing,” he said, smiling sinisterly, "You're smarter than you look,"
He picked up the bandana off the floor and wiped his fingers with it before balling it up and shoving it in your mouth.
“You like how you taste?” he asked with his hand covering your mouth tight.
“Mhm,” you said with your voice muffled from both the bandana and his hand.
“I’m gonna give you something that you’re really gonna like then,” he whispered as he lifted your leg up and placed your foot on the ledge of the utility sink next to you.
Still holding the crotch of your bottoms to the side with one hand, he lined himself up with your entrance and then held onto your hip with his other hand as he slid inside you, bottoming out and filling you up completely.
He started off slow, pulling out most of the way before filling you up again. However, he quickly picked up the speed and pressure, pushing your back into the metal shelf behind you with every thrust.
That familiar dull ache began forming deep in your stomach as he kept going. It would come and go with his movements. Normally, you’d be able to tell him what to do to make you cum and he’d do it happily. But not this time. Right now, you knew your place. You were his toy, nothing but a set of holes for him to jack off into. Your pleasure meant absolutely nothing to him, he said it himself. If you asked him for anything to help you get closer to a release, he’d do the opposite and laugh at you.
As he continued, you felt the string of your bikini bottom come loose and fall over your leg and his. You looked down to see the strings dangling from your body and swung around between the two of you.
Upon looking down, the glasses that he had rested on the top of your head, once again, fell to the floor. But this time, Josh paid them no mind.
Instead, he pushed on your left leg that was held up by the sink and used your thigh for leverage, allowing himself to go in at a deeper angle as his other hand white knuckled the shelf behind you.
He grunted and breathed hard through his teeth while you whimpered in both pain and pleasure while biting down hard on the now soaked bandana.
All it took was one particularly deep and hard thrust to send a pornographic combination of expletives and moans from your mouth into the air.
“Oh God, Josh! FUCK!” you screamed, letting the now saliva soaked bandana to fall to the floor.
Josh reached his hand up to your face laid his entire palm on your cheek with a hard slap before forcing four of his fingers into the side of your mouth and pulling your lips apart as he hooked his hand around so the palm of it was on your cheek and he was pressing your head back into the shelf as he continued fucking you.
“Come on, Mama, louder. Let ‘em all hear. You’re lucky I’m not fucking you up there, letting Sammy and Jake have their turns too. Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Keep it in the family, huh? You wanna fuck my dad too? Be my new step mom? You want that, don’t you? Disgusting.”
“No,” you argued back.
But with his hand prying your mouth open, you couldn’t get your lips or tongue to make the right N sound, which in turn made you sound the most pathetic you ever have.
“I’m sorry you’ll have to enunciate. What was that?” he asked with a chuckle coming off his lips, knowing damn well you loved being his little fuck toy and you were his to humiliate.
“I aid o!” you attempted to say.
“Oh you said no? Didn’t seem like it considering you’re all over them, wearing this slutty little bikini. Oh you look so handsome Sammy! Good for nothing but sucking and fucking,” he said, pushing into you harder as he spoke those specific words.
He started slamming into you mercilessly. The shelf behind you began moving and hitting the wall with each thrust with a thud. Paper towel rolls began falling from the top shelf onto the floor. Bottles of soap and cleaning products began falling over on the shelves as Josh pushed you into it.
Despite all that, Josh didn’t stop. Instead, he put his foot up on the bottom rung of the shelf and lifted his hips up underneath you, pushing himself deeper than ever before.
That was it. That was all it took to send you over the edge. The building feeling in your stomach came to a peak right there and exploded.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you watched the inside of your eyelids flicker open and close as you felt yourself tighten around Josh’s dick with your orgasm pulsing through your body.
It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. It was deep and strong and well earned.
The sounds that came out of your mouth were unintelligible.
He fucked you through your orgasm and right into his, letting out a deep moan as he released himself inside you. He closed his eyes tight and furrowed his eyebrow as waves of visible pleasure filled his entire body causing his body to twitch as they hit.
When he finished, he stilled his movements and let go of your face; and the two of you, with your faces less than an inch apart, just stared at each other in awe, breathing heavily. Almost like neither of you could believe any of that just happened.
Gently, he cupped your face, as if he was silently asking you if you were okay. It was like time stopped for just a second with him.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, looking at you with a genuine softness in his eyes.
He broke eye contact and looked down as he pulled himself out of you. Slowly, he lowered your leg back to the ground before cleaning himself off in the sink. He splashed cold water on his face and shook it off. You watched him as you felt the warmness of his cum starting to drip out of you.
Josh reached down to the bottom shelf next to you and uncapped a plastic bottle of water.
“Open,” he said as he lifted your chin up and poured water in your mouth carefully in an act of kindness.
You swallowed a few times and he pulled the bottle away, letting the excess water drip down your chin, neck, and chest.
He gulped down what was left in the bottle and when he was done, he pulled his shorts back on and stood back, admiring his work.
Your hair was a mess- half wet, half dry, and tangled. There was black makeup streaming down your face. Saliva, both wet and dry, had run from your mouth, to your chin, and down to your stomach, leaving a wet spot on the top of the crotch of your bikini bottoms, which were hanging on loosely by one hip as his cum dripped down your inner thigh.
Finally, to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece, he got his face close to yours and expecting a kiss, you lifted your chin to him.
“Now,” he began, “What do you say?” he said softly, letting the word “say” draw out a bit.
“Thank y-,” you started to say when you were interrupted by Josh spitting on your face.
You flinched as it hit your face.
He aimed for your mouth but missed by just a bit, landing just below your bottom lip, giving his saliva no choice but to trickle down your chin and then down your chest, where it fell in and mixed with every other bodily fluid imaginable.
He picked up his sunglasses and bandana from the floor and ran them under water in the sink.
“Well,” he said casually as he laid the bandana across the edge of the sink to dry and shook the excess water off the glasses, “I’m gonna go take a nap so, I’ll see you later, Mama.”
“You’re seriously not going to get me out of this?” you asked with your hands still tied to the shelf.
“Eh,” he said, “You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he opened the door and shut it behind him, flicking off the lights as he left, leaving you there as you were.
In the darkness you moved around a bit until a little green blinking light above the door caught your eye.
A security camera.
Fuck.
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry (no I’m not).
#greta van fleet fan fiction#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet imagine#greta van fleet fanfiction#greta van fleet fanfic#greta van fleet smut#josh kiszka fanfic#josh kiszka smut#josh kiszka one shot
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Little Fantasy
Josh Kiszka X Fem Reader
18+ only, minors DNI
Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, fingering (fem rec), choking, dirty talk, exhibitionism kink, I think that’s it!
This fic is heavily unedited, sorry!
Moodboard by @allieisacrybaby 🖤
You slowly opened your eyes as the sound of soft music pulled you from your slumber. Josh often put on music in the morning when he was home. Turning to his side of the bed you weren't surprised to see it empty. He was probably outside on the balcony meditating or sipping a warm glass of tea. Glancing over to the alarm clock you shoved the book you were currently reading out of the way and saw that it was 8:30. After enjoying the comfort of your bed for a few more minutes you finally mustered the motivation to make your way to the bathroom for a shower.
Turning on the water to heat up you stripped out of your clothes, breathing in the steam that was now quickly filling the room. Almost as soon as you had stepped foot into the shower you heard the bathroom door creak open,
"My love," Josh called out, you could see his blurred form on the other side of the glass door, "Did you have any plans for today?"
You watched him as he talked, he was looking in the mirror, messing with his wild curls, you smiled before you replied,
"I don't, did you have something in mind?" you leaned your head back under the water, letting it warm your body
"I was hoping we could go into the city today, go for brunch, maybe do some window shopping?" he requested.
"Yeah, that sounds perfect actually" He had been gone for the last week or so, spending the day with him sounded amazing.
"Great, I have to go make a quick phone call but I should be done by the time you're ready" He replied and then made his way out of the bathroom.
After showering you wrapped yourself in a towel and brushed your teeth. Opting to let your hair air dry for a few minutes you decided to go see what the weather was like so you could decide what to wear.
You stepped out on the balcony but froze when you realized Josh had taken his phone call out there. You started to shrink back into the house, not wanting to disturb him. He shook his head softly and waved you over with his free hand as he spoke into the phone. You walked over to the chair he was sitting in and when you got close enough his hand landed on the outside of your thigh, thumb moving in slow loving circles,
"Did you need something?" He asked genuinely, holding the phone away from his face as his eyes locked on yours,
"No, sorry, I was just checking the weather so I could choose an outfit" you whispered back,
"Don't apologize," His hand went from your thigh to your hand, bringing it to his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, "Lets see the options" He whispered quickly before replying to whoever was on the phone.
It was a beautiful day outside, warm but with a nice breeze, the perfect combination of sunny and cloudy. You knew in the back of your mind that the weather could change on a dime, but you decided to risk it. Making your way to the closet you located two of your favorite sundresses, which also happened to be 2 of Josh's favorites too. Grabbing both of the hangers you walked back out to the balcony and held both up for Josh to see. Still chatting away on the phone he eyed both of them, tilting his head and biting the inside of his lip as he considered. After a few moments he pointed to the one in your left hand. Nodding with a smile you walked over and kissed his cheek to say thank you.
Hurrying back inside you quickly got ready. You half dried your hair and then put it in a loose braid, pulling out a few pieces to frame your face. Not wanting to spend a lot of time on makeup you decided to go simple, some mascara and lip tint was all you applied. Content with your look you moved to grab the dress Josh had picked. It was a white and yellow dress that had small floral print on it. It had spaghetti straps, a V-neck, and the hem of the skirt landed about mid-thigh. Slipping out of your towel you grabbed a pair of underwear and began putting them on when a knock against the window got your attention.
Huffing a laugh you shook your head when you realized Josh was watching. He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you sauntered over and closed the shades, taking a chance to stick your tongue out at him before you did so. You walked back over to where your dress lay on the bed and put it on. After finding your favorite strappy sandals and putting them on you stood back in front of your dresser and started to put on the little gold hoop earrings you wanted to wear.
"Well that was rude" You heard Josh tease as he walked in the door, tossing his phone to the bed,
"You're lucky I didn't lock the door, creeper" you grinned as he feigned offense, bringing a hand to his chest.
"I was just enjoying the show" He walked up behind you, putting his hands on your hips and watching as you secured the second earring. "You look beautiful" He said as you stood up and turned to face him,
"You always say that" You rolled your eyes as your cheeks turned pink. You had been dating Josh for almost a year, and still his compliments never got old.
"I always mean it" He replied. You knew he meant it, in fact he was the first person you'd ever been with that made you believe he meant what he said. A soft smile appeared on his face as he leaned in to kiss you. He had a habit of sighing through his nose when he kissed you in the morning, like he was glad you were real and not a dream. It never ceased to make your heart melt. The kiss had started innocent, but as your hands moved to his waist and your fingers skimmed the warm skin under his shirt the kiss deepened. Josh's hands that were still planted on your hips had pinned you against the dresser,
"Josh," You pulled away, smiling when he tried to reconnect your lips. You turned your head, giggling when he settled with kissing your neck instead
"Hm?" He hummed,
"We have to leave" You reminded him, "I don't want to miss the brunch menu" His kisses didn't cease. "Josh" You said more firmly this time,
"Fine" He pouted, "It's your fault for wearing that dress"
"Oh it's my fault?" You grabbed your bag and started to walk towards the door, "You're the one who picked the dress"
"That I did," He conceded as he grabbed his keys, "You don't wear it enough"
"Thats because for some reason I never make it out the door once I put it on!" you said playfully as you poked at his side,
"Touche" He laughed, taking your hand as you both walked out to the car.
After enjoying your coveted crepes and sangria at your favorite brunch spot you found yourself walking down the sidewalk with Josh. Hand in hand you chatted as you went into different shops. You were stealthily leading him to one of your favorite stores. You got about a half block away when he suddenly stopped,
"I should have known" He laughed as he started walking again, shooting you a side eye as you tugged him along
"Come on please," you whined "Ten minutes tops"
"Ten minutes my ass" He teased back as he followed you into the massive bookstore. "We'll be in here for hours"
"You're being dramatic, you like books just as much as I do"
"Alright fine, it looks like it's about to rain anyways, might as well be inside"
You were right, he did like books just as much as you did. The difference was Josh always went searching for specific books, you liked to just stumble upon them. This meant you liked to just browse. You just loved bookstores in general, always had. You found them mystical and almost romantic for some reason.
This particular bookstore was 2 stories, and it had lots of isles packed with books. It was an old building with exposed brick, the soft warm lighting made it feel cozy. Just like many other bookstores there was music playing and chairs scattered about for readers to sit and enjoy a book. The second story had these big windows and you could see that it had suddenly grown dark outside and was now raining. You kept Josh close, every time you stopped to browse a shelf or pick up a book you'd maneuver yourself and him so that he was standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist or placing his hands on your hips.
"For someone who cut me off earlier you sure are touchy now" He teased, "Whats gotten into you?"
You shrugged coyly as you bent at the waist to grab a book from a lower shelf, consequently nudging your ass against Josh's crotch, your sun dress coming up high enough that his fingertips touched your thighs as he tried to smooth it down,
"Babe" He laughed lowly, glancing around to make sure no one had seen your white cotton panties as he pulled you back to standing. "What are-" He stopped mid sentence as if a lightbulb had gone off in his brain. His gaze traveled your face, taking in your innocent doe eyes as you fluttered your lashes at him,
Taking your hand he suddenly took off walking, rather briskly at that
"Josh, where-"
"I uh, need something over here" He said casually, but you noticed him gripping your hand tighter. Finally he abruptly turned down an isle. Looking at the dusty shelves as he drug you along you noticed what section you were in and started to laugh,
"Used college text bo-" He cut you off, pining you against the shelf with his body as his mouth crashed into yours. He wasted no time, pressing his tongue past your lips. He groaned as you welcomed it by sucking on it lightly, your own tongue moving against it. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you parted your legs just a little to get him even closer. One of his hands was at the nape of your neck, the other had drifted under your dress and was resting on your hip bone,
"Is this what you wanted?" He pulled away to whisper in your ear, nipping at the skin on your neck as his hand traveled closer to your heat, the back of his knuckles skimming down your lower stomach sending a chill over your body, "Almost forgot about this little fantasy of yours"
You searched your own memories, trying to remember when you had even told him about this deep seeded desire to get off in a library or bookstore. You decided it didn't matter when you told him, only that he remembered and it was actually happening, and that thought alone had wetness pooling between your legs.
"Answer me y/n, is this what you wanted?" His hand had moved around to the front of your neck, barely squeezing as he looked at you with dark lust filled eyes,
"Yes," You replied, barely loud enough for him to hear,
"I bet this pink little cunt is just aching isn't it?" his fingers began to rub your clit through the fabric thats already clinging to you. Your mouth falls open and your hips buck forward, silently begging him for more. His cheek is next to yours again, his breath hot and heavy in your ear as he slides your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your slick, "Y/n..." He groans quietly, lips ghosting up your jaw "Sweet girl, you're soaked"
You can hear the effect it's having on him, the strain in his voice as he begins to circle your clit with the pad of his thumb. You are trying your hardest to breathe quietly as he sucks and bites at your neck. You want desperately to look around and make sure no one is coming but with his hand around your throat and his fingers next to your jaw thats not going to happen.
"Gonna slip my fingers in this needy pussy and play with you till you cum" You gasped as he dipped one finger into you, "Finger fuck you right here in the middle of the store until you're dripping down your thighs,"
"Josh" You whimpered softly as he moved his finger in and out, his words swirling in your head and heating your skin
"Shhh" He hushed you by pulling you into another searing kiss,
A sudden loud noise had you jumping out of your skin, gasping as you broke the kiss and held Josh tighter, freezing as if that would hide you if someone was there,
"Jumpy" He huffed a laugh against your shoulder, "It's just thunder baby"
"Fuck" You laughed breathily, looking around to make sure there was no one in sight, your heart was racing at this point
When your eyes landed back on Josh he was smirking at you with half lidded eyes, You felt him remove his finger only to add a second one with it, your head falling back against the shelf
There was another loud crack of thunder and then everything went dark. Josh's movements stalled as you looked at each other, both registering that the power had just gone out. The store had become eerily quiet except for the rain hitting the windows. Then a distant voice spoke from somewhere on the first level,
"The power should come back on shortly, just stay where you are until it does" The store owner spoke,
"Gladly" Josh said more to himself than you, and began pumping his fingers into you faster,
You bit your bottom lip, trying your hardest to stay quiet as your fingers tightened in Josh's soft hair. An expert curl of his fingers had you breaking your reserve, a pathetic moan passing your lips,
Josh's eyes got wide and his hand flew from your neck to cover your mouth,
"You trying to get us caught?" he tilted his head as he zeroed in on your bodies reaction to the question, the way you clenched around his working fingers. He read you like a book, "Oh, you want everyone in here to hear what a little slut you are? Turn that corner and find us with my fingers buried inside you?"
Your breathing was ragged as your legs threatened to give out, the adrenaline and pleasure fogging your brain, you should be ashamed but you're not
"Mmm dirty girl, what a little minx you are" He teased, keeping his eyes on you as he felt you getting closer to your edge. You reached forward, blindly searching for the erection hidden in his pants. Finding it you started to palm him, your eyes rolling back when you realized just how hard he already was, "I know," He rasped into your ear, brows furrowed "I'm so fucking hard y/n, cum so we can get outta here and I can feel you on my cock,"
"Mhm" You mumbled behind his hand, nodding frantically as your orgasm crashed into you. You held on to Josh, barely keeping yourself upright as he worked you through it, his own lips parted as he watched you come undone.
Taking his hand from your mouth he kissed you again, swallowing down the noise of protest you made when his fingers slipped from you, pulling your panties back to their place. You looked at him with a cheeky smile as you smoothed your dress down,
"That was," You started but quickly realized you didn't have the words. Standing in front of you was a man who always made sure you got what you wanted, even if it was something like this.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, lets go" He said as he took your hand and started down the stairs. Using his phone light he navigated out of the bookstore and to the front door.
"Josh, it's still pouring rain?" You said with a laugh, "We didn't bring the umbrella"
"The car is just a block away, lets just run for it" he waited for your response with a wild gleam in his eye. He was in a hurry, glancing down you covered your mouth with your hand and tried to stifle your smile when you saw him trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants,
"Alright, one second" You leaned down and took off your sandals, knowing if you tried to run in them you'd fall on your ass. "Ok, I'm ready"
"Yeah?" He asked with a beaming grin, that boyish playfulness making an appearance. You nodded and he opened the door. Hand in hand you both ran down the street. You were both immediately soaked, a shrill noise left you as you made a sharp turn and bolted to the car. You had parked in a lot behind a building, and your car was one of a few other cars there.
"Backseat!" Josh tugged you back to him when you tried to head for the passenger seat,
"What?!" You asked, rain dripping down your face
"Get in the back seat!" He repeated with a laugh as he quickly opened the door. You both climbed in and he shut the door. Locking eyes for a split second you took in each other's drenched appearance, then at the exact same moment you both bubbled with laughter,
"Come here" Josh said as the giggling subsided. He reached for your hand, helping you to straddle his waist as he relaxed back against the seat. He blinked slowly as he looked up to you, "I love your laugh, you know that?"
"Well I'd hope so" you said as you leaned forward, kissing him between words, "You are always making me laugh" He grinned against your lips at that, hands on your hips rocking you against him.
"And I love how adventurous you are" He leaned his head back to the headrest as you reach between the two of you and unbutton his jeans,
"Me? Adventurous?" You teased as you wrapped your hand around his length and freed him from his boxers, tugging his clothes down to his thighs,
"I'd say so" He took in a sharp breath as you let a stream of spit fall from your mouth and land on him, "I just got you off in a bookstore and you're about to fuck me in my car"
"Bold of you to assume I'm going to fuck you" you raised a brow at him blithely as you began to stroke him, thumb brushing over his tip for good measure,
"Oh shut up" He said through a roguish grin, landing a swift smack to your ass before grabbing it and bringing your body closer to his again, "Quit being a tease y/n, sit on my cock and let me hear all those pretty noises you held back inside"
"So bossy Joshua" you scolded lightly as you sunk onto him, lowering yourself to the hilt as a relieved sigh passed his lips. He didn't respond and you realized then that he wasn't even listening, he was too far gone. He released your ass and reached up, taking the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your bare chest,
"Josh-" You gasped out, shocked by the brashness of the action. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him. With one hand tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck and the other desperately digging into your back he connected his mouth to the plush skin of your breast, sucking harshly and groaning as you started to roll your hips,
"Move, please move baby" He whined against your skin, moving his mouth to the other side and nipping at the pebbled flesh there. You obliged, using your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself you began bouncing up and down. You'd raise almost all the way off before sinking back down. Your legs were already burning as you fucked him but his breathy moans and the way his stomach quivered just egged you on. "Ju-just like that, fuck" His hand traveled up your back and hooked over your shoulder, he started pulling you down onto him harder, bucking his hips up and meeting your thrusts half way.
"Oh god," You cried out, fingertips digging into Josh's shoulders at this point,
"I know, it's so fucking good" He rasped, chest heaving as his hips started to falter, "So goddamn good baby,"
Your hand abandoned his shoulder and moved to between your thighs, frantically rubbing circles over your clit,
"Shit," He grunted, screwing his eyes shut as if seeing you touch yourself would make him finish before he was ready. The corner of your mouth turned up slightly as you continued. You felt yourself getting close and so did Josh, "Keep going, keep going" He rushed out.
"I-I'm gonna-" You tried to get the words out but failed as your second orgasm took over, you slid your hand down further, scissoring your middle and ring finger on either side of Josh’s cock, feeling him fucking you as you came around him,
His eyes flew open and he moaned as he realized what you were doing. You brought your hand up, spreading your fingers in the air and showing him what you’d gathered as it shimmered between your fingers. He opened his mouth and offered his tongue to you, begging you with his eyes to give him what he wanted. His adam’s apple bobbed as you pressed your fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he closed his lips around your digits and sucked,
“Come on, cum for me babe” your free hand moved to his throat and a moan that sound more like a whine vibrated against your fingers,
“Mhm, Mhm” he nodded quickly, pulling you down onto him hard, burying himself as deep as he possibly could and grunting as he spilled into you. After he came down you removed your fingers from his mouth, smiling at him lazily as you brushed a soaked curl from his face. A languid smile formed on his lips as well before he spoke,
“You are...everything” he said, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as you pulled your dress back over your boobs,
“What does that even mean?” You giggled,
“I-I don’t even know how else to say it” he laughed as his forehead fell forward and landed on your shoulder, “You’re just, everything”
You scratched at his scalp and felt your heart swell when his eyes looked up to you,
“You keep doing that and I’m going to fall asleep right here” he warned,
“Wanna go home and stay in bed the rest of the day?” You offered, wiggling your brows
“Sounds good to me,” he sighed contentedly, leaning forward and giving you one last kiss before the both of you settled in your seats and headed home.
#josh kiszka#gvf#greta van fleet#greta van fleet fic#greta van smut#greta van fleet smut#josh gvf#josh kiszka smut#josh kiszka one shot#josh kiszka x reader
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Haze
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader
Word count: 4k
Warnings: smut! 18+ minors DNI. oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, marijuana use.
A/N: merry christmas lovies :)
listen
“josh stop hogging the joint.”
it’s a friday night and you have found yourself on the floor of your apartment, passing a joint back and forth with your childhood best friend.
smoking with josh was one of your favorite things to do. you found him to be so interesting, with the way he randomly shot bizzare facts at you while holding the most intricate conversations on subjects you’d usually find mundane if it were anyone else.
“you’ve been holding it in your hand for about 5 minutes now. you’re letting it burn”
“sorry honey, here.”
Honey
honey was the nickname josh gave you in highschool. there was a time you bought yourself a new perfume. josh loved the scent. said it reminded him of honey and chamomile, his favorite tea combination. so the name stuck. to him, it may have been a cute joke, but to you, every time you heard the nickname roll off of his tongue, it made your skin feel warm.
“got lost in thought for a second” he carried on.
“what are ya thinking about?” you asked him with a tilt of your head, passing the joint back to him again. because unlike josh, you take your hit and pass it right back.
he reaches over for the joint, his head facing the ceiling, concentrating on the boring white paint. as he grabs the joint from you, your fingertips touch momentarily. he doesn’t turn his head, but the reaction in your stomach makes the sides of your mouth curl up.
“if i were a couples therapist,” he rambles on, “i would totally suggest that everyone just get high with their partner. bam! problem solved.”
his answer causes you to huff a laugh. “i don’t think it’s that simple josh.”
“well it can’t hurt.” he replies, followed by the exhale of smoke leaving his throat.
silence was never awkward with josh. comfortability in the silence between conversations without finding it awkward was something you dearly cherished about your friendship with josh.
with your heads both resting on the bottom of the couch, laying on the floor of your living room. you both stared at the ceiling side by side, taking in the soft music of “china cat sunflower” playing from the record player on the other side of the room.
“ask me a question” he finally breaks the silence.
“uhhh like what?” you retort back.
“well that question doesn’t count. ask another.”
you start to feel the high creep up, and everything josh says to you causes you to giggle.
“ok well, let me think. what’s your favorite quality in a person?” you ask.
“oh that’s a good one, honey. i would say i gravitate to the nurturing aspect of people. a caring soul can heal another ya know?” he answers your question.
his reply causes you to smile genuinely to yourself.
he moves from staring at the ceiling on his back, to turning on his side facing you, propping his elbow up and resting his head in the palm of his hand.
“kind of like you.” he says to you, his voice soft. you can hear the smile on his face as he talks.
“what?” you’re not sure if it’s because you’re now high, or the slight crush you have on josh is influencing your stupid question. you heard exactly what he said.
“you know. your mind is cultivating. i can tell you care deeply about the people you surround yourself with. it’s comforting to me.” he holds eye contact with you and shoots you a toothy grin.
his smile. the way his teeth are perfectly straight. with the adorable gap between the two in the front. his lips curling to hug those teeth as his smile grows wider. he’s perfect to you.
“well thanks josh. you’re very sweet you know that” you’re praying he can’t see the pink tint forming on your cheeks right now.
“you know…” he playfully squeezes your thigh right above your knee as you’re still seated back against the couch, him on his side. he keeps his hand rested there and you can feel your skin underneath heating up from his touch. “i may be stoned, but your beauty is noticeably remarkable tonight.”
“josh…”
“what?” he sits back up, scooching closer to you now. your hips just about touching. his face tilted to look you in the eye. “friends can call each other beautiful, ya know” his eyes were heavy. a goofy smile plastered across his face as he flicks back and forth between looking in your eyes to your lips quickly.
you realize his hand has never lost its spot on your thigh. “oh.. sorry i kinda forgot my han-“
“no it’s okay” you grab his hand and place it back on your thigh.
“okay… well then what about this..” his fingertips trace lightly up your thigh but leave to find your jawline, carefully turning your head to look directly at him now. your faces are close, but noses not yet touching. he’s still giving you that lulled smile.
“that’s okay too, josh” you answer his question. trying your best not to stare at his lips.
“now it’s my turn to let you know that’s okay” he replies, thumb swiping against your jaw now.
“hmm? what do you mean” a bashful smile creeping up on your face.
“i see you glancing to my lips. it’s okay.” he reassures you.
“yeah?” your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as your stare shifts into his eyes.
his thumb leaves its spot on your jaw and moves to your lips. pulling your bottom lip from your teeth, softly brushing over it.
you can feel him moving closer to you now. his right hand firmly planted on the carpet between you, his left cupping your chin, pulling you closer until your noses brush against each other.
“and this? is this ok-“ he asks.
you answer his question by pressing your lips against his. the feeling of his soft lips causes any thought left in your brain to melt. with your nose so close to his skin, you take in his scent deeply between breaths. his fingers extended across your cheek holding you in place as if you would ever leave.
josh keeps the kiss gentle, but passionate. pressing his lips against yours hard, but not rushed. he dares to make the first move by opening his mouth, inviting your tongue inside. your tongue brushes against his, feeling the warmth of the inside of his mouth. you hum to yourself as you taste him for the very first time. he tastes like the mint of the gum he was chewing earlier accompanied by the weed you’ve shared together.
he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to you, his nose still slotted against yours. you pout to yourself, never wanting that specific moment in time to end.
“honey, can i tell you something…”
you’re worried. does he have some secret girl in his life that he’s never told you about and is planning to spring something on you?
“what is it?” you finally reply, trying your best not to seem anxious.
“i have wanted to taste your lips for a very long time. feel how soft they are.”
you feel your shoulders relax. he’s thought of you in this way? for how long?
you don’t reply verbally, but instead with the continuation of the kiss. this one with more force behind it. you grab the back of his neck causing him to crash into you. with the music on such a low volume in the corner, the sounds of you both gasping for air between kisses fills the room.
he pulls away from you to stand in front of you, extending his arms out to offer you his hands. you take them and he pulls you to your feet. toe to toe, chest to chest, he places a hand on either side of your face, tilting your head upward to look at him. he smiles to himself while scanning your face entirely.
“so pretty, honey.”
his lips find yours once more as he guides you backwards towards the couch. the back of your knees hit it, and he slowly guides you to sit as he follows after. he positions your legs to drape across his lap. your back laying against the arm of the couch.
his grip on your cheek trails down to your neck. tilting your chin up to face the ceiling. his lips leave yours just to be replaced against the skin under your ear. his lips are swollen from being attached to yours for so long, they feel so soft and plump against the sensitive skin there.
as he continues his trail of kisses, the ones against your collarbone become wetter, flicking his tongue out to taste a new expanse of skin he’s never explored before. he slides down the straps of your tank top and bra, letting them fall against your arm. he leaves kisses to your shoulder, back down to the top of your breast. when he gets there, he opens up to softly nip the plump skin there. you confirm your enjoyment in his actions by letting a soft moan leave your mouth.
his fingertips curl over the top of your tank and the cups of your bra. before he does anything, he looks up at you through his lashes, silently asking for permission. your hand finds the top of his head pushing him down granting him access to that intimate part of you.
before he pulls your top down, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra with one hand. you don’t know whether to be impressed or heated with jealousy at his ability to do that. with your bra out of the equation, he pulls your top down to just below your breasts. with you fully in his view now, he grabs both in his hands and kneads the soft skin with his palms. his mouth attached to your right nipple, sucking lightly. as his mouth leaves you, he replaces his lips with his tongue as to not make you miss him too long between. he flattens his tongue against your nipple and swipes over it once, maintaining eye contact. he changes the motion to short flicks of his tongue. with your hand still on the back of his neck, you begin to tug at the curls there.
“oh josh” you stretch your neck that’s resting on the arm of the couch, to face the ceiling now. playing with his curls in between the flicks of his tongue on your nipple.
he leaves your breast and assists you in lifting your arms up to pull your tank top over your head. as he smoothes them back down to your side, he grabs your hips, forcing you to scooch down on the couch laying more flat now.
his lips return back to your skin, leaving quick kisses down your tummy in a straight line. the palm of your hand brushes from his forehead to his hair pushing it back exposing his forehead to you. you continue these motions over and over, a way of answering in physical touch how much you’re enjoying this right now.
he finally reaches the elastic band of your sweatpants, and kisses a horizontal line at the skin right above them. his fingers curl underneath the band. you buck your hips up to help him in the removal of them. he tugs both your panties and your sweats down to your ankles, gripping your heels one at a time to help you get your feet out, then tosses the pants to the side.
as soon as his focus is back on you, he realizes your legs are clamped shut, knees touching.
he reaches over, swiping his thumb against your cheekbone. “you know honey, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with?” he grins down at you with the most genuine smile. making you feel loved and cared for.
“no it’s not that, josh. i want this. with you. it’s just..”
“you can tell me..” he makes you feel safe.
“it’s just.. i’ve never done this. i’ve never had someone taste me there..”
his hands are now rubbing up and down your thighs finally stopping at your knees, slowly prying them from each other to spread yourself for him.
“oh honey. can i please show you how bad i’ve wanted to taste you there. let me show you how much i’ve wanted this”
he continues to push your thighs apart, while slowly lowering himself to slot between your legs. you give him a shy nod in confirmation and begin to relax your shoulders against the couch.
his lips finally return to the skin below your belly button, taking his time to make sure you feel every second of this. in his mind he is thinking, “she deserves to feel every ounce of pleasure”. with his mouth reaching closer to the spot you need him most, his hands clutch the meat of your thighs to fully expose you to him. thumbs rubbing lightly against the sensitive skin there.
bucking your hips towards his face, you show him you’re ready to feel his mouth against you. he huffs a laugh and lowers his head. as you look down, all you can see are the curls at the top of his head, his face disappearing between your thighs. you wish you snap of photo of this.
he places a quick kiss to your lower lips, immediately sending chills to your body. he can see your wetness start to accumulate between your folds. the sight of it, giving him the motivation to roughly push your thighs back with the palm of his hands. his dives into you, flattening his tongue and running it up your slit a few times.
your hand snaps down to his curls, gripping a handful and tugging.
“oh fuck josh! that feels fucking amazing.”
after your core is soaked from both your wetness and his saliva, he points his tongue to improve his accuracy beyond your lips. he starts at your entrance, just barely inserting the tip of his tongue.
“oh my god..” your grip on his curls tightens with every wave of pleasure. he loves to hear your sounds of approval.
his tongue quickly swipes up to your clit, causing your hips to jolt. with this reaction, he looks up at you through his lashes as he focuses on your tiny bud of pleasure. he surrounds his lips with it, pulling it between them, audibly letting go each time. after a few times, he leaves open mouths kisses against your clit, as if he’s making out against your pussy. the combination of his lips to your clit and his tongue swirling against it creates a tight feeling in your stomach.
“more josh.. can you-“
“like this?” he shoves two fingers inside you roughly with no warning. his mouth still sucking your clit between his lips as he pumps his ring finger and middle finger in you, never breaking eye contact.
“fuck josh. yes just like that. please.” your hips are grinding against his mouth and fingers. your jaw clenched as you crane your neck towards the ceiling.
his pace quickens, both his fingers and the flicks of his tongue against your clit. he watches you from down below. he watches your body twitch with pleasure and your jaw clench. he feels you squirming.
“josh i think i’m gonna cum. please don’t stop” you say to him through clenched teeth.
“please cum for me honey. cum in my mouth just like this.”
his dirty words are what sends you off the edge completely. you’ve never heard josh speak so sexually before, to you or anyone for that matter. you let out a strangled moan not caring what neighbors hear you. your back arches off the couch, the palm of your hand never releasing it’s grip on his hair.
as you begin to return back down to earth, you feel josh slowly licking you through the come down of your orgasm. before he can finish with you, you grab the sides of his face and pull his mouth to yours. his upper lip is wet with your arousal, the taste of yourself on his tongue turning you on even more.
with josh still fully clothed, resting between your legs, you break the kiss to hold his face and look him in the eyes.
“i want you to fuck me, joshua.”
he grins down to you and places a kiss to the side of your mouth.
“anything for you, honey. anything”
he attaches his mouth to yours once more. continuing the open mouthed kisses as he simultaneously pulls his briefs and sweats down.
once free from confinement, he grips his length in his palm. you stare wide eyed at him. his cock is pretty. you didn’t know a cock could be so pretty, but his is. he’s big but not too much to where it would be too painful, but you’re favorite part is how thick he is. the thought of it makes you crave him stretching you out even more.
as your thoughts race, you become more impatient and need him inside you, now. you wrap your ankles around his hips and bring him further down towards you. his length still in his hands, he runs the tip of his dick through your folds. gathering your wetness before diving inside you.
with each brush against your clit, you bite down harder on your bottom lip. he plays with your pussy with his cock for a while, before the teasing becomes too much for you.
you forcefully grab his biceps and bring him even closer now, his lips just ghosting yours.
“josh please… i want to feel you inside of me. please?”
although teasing your pussy made his cock even harder, he can’t control himself when he hears your gentle fucked out voice.
he leans back on the heels of his feet and concentrates on the tip of his cock entering you. with just the tip in, your jaw already falls open. he glances back up at you with a sneaky grin.
“more josh. now.”
with this, he shoves himself fully inside of you without any warning. a wailing moan escaping your throat at the feeling of him stretching you out. it burns, but the pain feels so good.
after a few seconds of letting you become accustomed to him, he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. his eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels how wet you are, coating his cock completely.
as his pace quickens, his bottom lip finds itself tucked between his teeth, clamping down hard. his eyes dead locked on the sight of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy. the sight of it alone causing him to twitch inside of you.
his right hand leaves your thigh and brings itself to your mouth. swiping his thumb against your bottom lip. you press a kiss to his thumb and he retracts it, just to place it on your clit. as he continues to slam into you, he swipes quickly across your clit, causing your toes to curl behind him.
he leans down to find your lips with his own. pushing past your lips and licking into your mouth. you moan into his mouth as the rhythm of his thumb playing with your clit, and his cock fully submerged inside you never falter.
you’re starting to feel so full and taken care of, as everything around you is consumed by josh.
his thrusts into you become rougher, a sign he is nearing his own climax. his lips pull away from you. as he watches your tits bounce below him from the harshness of his thrusts, he groans to himself. his fingers leave your cheek just to find your bottom lip. he pulls your bottom lips down to expose your teeth.
“open” he commands you quickly.
you lower your bottom jaw and lay your tongue out flat for him. with him now hovering over you, he lets a trail of saliva fall onto your tongue and taps the side of your cheeks, silently instructing you to swallow. processing how sexy that was to you, your eyes roll into the back of your head.
instead of quick swipes against your clit, he changes his pace to rubbing circles around it. he can feel you getting wetter as his cock slips in and out of you.
“can you cum for me one more time, pretty girl? want to make you feel good again before mine.”
he cups your jaw with just enough pressure while maintaining eye contact as his hips slam into the back of your thighs. his stare searing into your eyes. soft gasps and moans falling from your mouth with each slam into your pussy.
he can feel you clench around his cock and he knows you're close. as if to purposely push you over that edge, he breaks the intense eye contact to look down at his thumb toying with your clit. his chin to his chest, he gathers saliva on his tongue letting it roll slowly off it and drip onto your clit, providing even more moisture for him to swirl around you.
as you watch him do this, your whines become so drawn out. he increases the pressure of his thumb pressing harder against your clit.
“that’s it, baby. you’re there. now just let go for me”
his comforting words force you into oblivion. the insides of your thighs shaking against his hips. you clench your jaw shut along with your eyes.
he talks you through you orgasm. whispering sweet nothings to you, coaxing you through it. your constant pants of breath turning him on beyond belief. he’s holding on for dear life inside you, clenching his own jaw now.
as soon as he feels your walls relax, his own need takes over him. he grips either side of your neck forcefully, aiding his thrusts into you.
with one final pump, he pushes himself to the hilt and unleashes his cum inside you. immediately, you moan at the feeling of his warmth coating your walls; his cock twitching inside you.
with his forehead pressed against yours, and his eyes closed, you swallow his breaths brushing against your lips.
he opens his eyes looking into yours, with his cock still resting inside you, you feel as if he’s truly looking into you. his genuine gaze towards you causing heat to rise against your skin.
his thumb brushing softly against your cheek bones, he places a slow and soft kiss to your lips, breathing in your scent deeply.
after a while of taking in each other's presence, bodies pressed against one another, he leans back on his heels.
“i’m gonna pull out now, okay?”
he slowly retracts himself from inside of you and watches the cum that was plugged with his cock slowly leak out from you.
with the loss of his fullness you wince, but are taken by surprise when you see josh at the bottom of you, cock in his fist, swiping his cum up and down your slit.
he squeezes the remainder of the cum off his length pulling from the bottom to the top and wiping it on his own shirt before reaching from behind to take it off of him and clean you with it.
as he throws his shirt to the side, he lays down against you. his fingertips pressed to your jaw, turning your face to his to plant a kiss to your lips.
“thank you, honey.” he murmurs into your ear. his voice being taken over with exhaustion. eyes beginning to close.
you giggle underneath him, giving a kiss to his damp forehead, tasting the salt of the sweat on his skin.
“for what, josh?” you ask.
“you make me feel at home.”
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All That Love - Josh Kiszka x AFABReader
Summary: It was a surprise to find out you and Josh were expecting, and when the idea for a fall date arises, you devise the perfect plan to tell him the news.
Warnings: absolutely sickening fluff because I’m feeling like it, mentions of pregnancy, allusions to sex
Words: 1.3k (just a quick little oneshot)
A/N: It's been so long since I've wrote a fic, and I wanted to post something for the Halloween fics @hearts-hunger was organizing. Besides, I cannot resist a little Josh fluff. Also, fair warning, this isn’t edited because I really wanted to get it posted but I am a busy gal.
It was so nice to have Josh home on a break from tour. Especially during this time of year. While he may have been the human embodiment of sunshine, fall was one of his favorite times of the year. All the horror movies and psychological thrillers that he considered masterpieces, the cozy weather, the seasonal activities, he loved all of it and you loved partaking in it with him.
However, none of those things were what had you most excited for him to be home.
Two days ago, you found out you were pregnant. It was a fairly common scenario, the two of you weren’t actively trying, but you also weren’t necessarily preventing. Besides, you had been together for ages and you both wanted kids, this would be a welcome surprise.
While it would’ve been so plainly easy to tell him, you decided you wanted to do something special. After all, this was Josh. He always gave thoughtful gifts and surprised you with elaborately planned outings. You wanted it to be your turn to do something nice to tell him.
“What do you think of carving pumpkins tonight?” You asked from your spot on the couch.
Josh looked up from the book he had been reading. “Hm? Pumpkin carving?”
You nodded with a small grin, trying your best to keep your face a reasonable level of excited. You happened to be unfortunately bad at surprises. “Yeah, I thought it could be fun. We could go to that pumpkin patch and pick them this afternoon, then we could come home and carve them this evening. Might as well enjoy your time off, right?”
He leaned over to kiss your cheek with a grin. “Sounds perfect, I’d love to. What made you come up with this?”
“Nothing in particular, just sounded like a nice idea. I do have those sometimes. Anyway, since you were a fan of my genius plan, we better get ready and get going.” You stood and pulled him up off the couch with you. If he asked too many questions, you would slip up or cave, and you were determined to pull your little scheme off.
“Someone’s in a bit of a rush.” He gave you a mildly suspicious glance.
You shook your head. “No, no, I just figured I need time to shower before we go and plenty of time for you to join me.”
“Ah, I like the way you think, sugar.”
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It was late afternoon by the time you and Josh made it to the pumpkin patch, and it was still packed. These places were always a bit insane in the month of October, though. It was kind of nice, all the families and couples that were out having a nice time. You could definitely see you and Josh bringing your kids to do this kind of thing.
Before you could start to get emotional, you snuck a glance over at Josh. He was also looking at the crowds. He seemed to notice your gaze and turned to face you with a grin.
“What?” You chuckled at him.
He leaned in a bit closer and spoke in a low voice. “I want one.” He nodded his head slightly towards a young couple with a baby dressed up in an adorable little pumpkin costume.
The three little words warmed your heart. It had been so hard not saying anything to him yet, but you knew it would be so worth it when you told him that night. “Me too, but I think this might be a conversation for later.” You whispered back, giving him a quick kiss.
Thankfully, the “later” part of the day didn’t take too long to get too. By the time the two of you picked out your pumpkins, went home, and made dinner, the evening had arrived. Still, the excitement had you eager to finish your plan.
“So, any idea of what you’re carving?” Josh asked as he finished setting up the carving station on the back porch of your house.
You made sure the carving template you printed off was held out of his view. “I have an idea.”
“What is it?”
“A surprise.”
Immediately, you could see the intrigue overtake his features. “Oh? Well now I have to know.”
You made your way to the table and scooted your pumpkin to the opposite side from him. “Absolutely no hints. We’re going to carve them facing each other and you’re not going to peek.”
“You torture me so, my heart.” He clutched his chest in mock anguish.
“Just sit down and carve your pumpkin.” You sighed.
He made it approximately four seconds before he started in again.
“What’s that in your hand?”
You looked down at the paper in your hand. “Just a template.”
“Are you telling me you printed off a stencil?” He chuckled smugly.
You pointed your flimsy carving tool at him with a stern look. “Hey, I just wanted it to look really good this year.”
He shrugged, still looking entirely too proud. “Well, we can’t all be naturally talented pumpkin carvers, I suppose.”
“You better knock it off, or I’m not showing you the finished project.”
His hands flew up in mock surrender, teasing finally starting to ebb.
You put on some quiet background music, and the two of you got to work on your pumpkins and chatted lightly. The stencil you picked took a bit long to actually carve out. It had two little footprints in the middle and the words “coming soon” surrounding it. Josh finished first, and luckily didn’t try to distract you too badly. Deep down, you knew it was because the unknowing was killing him and he wanted you to hurry. You wanted to assure him that the feeling was mutual, and the sooner you finished the pumpkin the better.
“Okay,” You let out a breath. “The masterpiece is complete. Are we ready for the big reveal?”
He nodded excitedly, grabbing his pumpkin.
You matched his smile. “Okay, you first.”
He swiveled the pumpkin around to face you. He carved his triangle symbol onto it, which wasn’t really a shock. He even had it embroidered onto the back off on of his suits, amongst many other things.
“Fantastic work, it looks great, Josh.” You gave him a small round of applause.
He waved a hand dismissively. “Why thank you, but the show isn’t over. We have to see your pumpkin before both can truly be appreciated.”
“Alright…” You bit your lip and turned it around slowly.
As soon as he read it, his face cleared of all joking manners. The soft glow from the candle inside the pumpkin cast his face with a small bit of light, but it was enough for you to tell a faint sheen of tears coated his eyes.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” His voice was practically a whisper.
You nodded, your own eyes welling up too. “I’m pregnant, Josh. We’re gonna have a baby.”
He was in front of you in an instant, pressing a kiss to your lips as he embraced you. A few silent, happy tears escaped both of you as he leaned his forehead against yours and his hands traveled to rest on your stomach.
“We’re having a baby,” He chuckled breathlessly, voice a quiet rasp.
“Yeah, we are.” You grinned, mirroring his soft laugh.
He looked from your stomach then back up to meet your gaze. “I love you. I love you so much, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you’ve made me. I love our life and I cannot wait to watch it grow together.”
“Likewise, Josh, I love you. Forever and always.”
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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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Kiszka Creek | Josh Kiszka X F!Reader
Warnings: None really, just heart-exploding, feet kicking fluff!
Word Count: 2K
Summary: It's the first time you're visiting Josh's house "as a friend," but you both want so much more...it just seems every time you want to tell each other how you feel, nerves snatch the courage from you. This time, maybe it will be different.
“It’s so pretty back here,” You said, looping the thongs of your sandals between your fingers, watching your bare feet as you tiptoed carefully around the rocks, sticks and leaves that lined the creek in front of you.
“Jake and I used to spend hours over here in the summer.” You looked at Josh as he walked across a fallen log, crossing from one side of the creek to the other. His arms were stretched out beside him in a careful balancing act as he spoke. “Sam, not so much.”
“Josh, please don’t fall,” you pleaded, trying your best not to be a hypocrite as you teetered into the cool water.
“Trust me, I’m an expert when it comes to Kiszka Creek.” He finished the sentence with a perfectly stuck dismount on the other side. He offered you a boyish grin that seemed to say, ‘I’ve got the universe in my hands. I’m unstoppable.’ The creek was in a lightly wooded area behind his house. Tall pine trees allowed for shady cover over the stretch of water, offering bright dapples of sunlight through the canopy of leaves overhead. You made your way a bit further into the water, letting your toes feel the first chill of the cold stream. It was crystal clear with no sign of contamination. Under the glassy surface, you could see hundreds of rocks worn into round orbs that had been embedded into the earth from many years of constant current. The longer you looked, you began to see the tiniest minnows swimming in schools, migrating to areas where the current was weakening. “We’d come back here and swim all the time,” he said, wiping his brow. “Mom would yell at us from the back door to come back inside once the cicadas started. We’d bicker and beg for more time. Jake always made me do it because I knew how to soft-talk Mom, and most of the time, it worked.” He looked up at you as he walked along the other side of the stream, his toes digging in the silt and sediment, flipping over eroded rocks and pebbles as he spoke. “ We’d swim, build forts with tree limbs, watch and collect tadpoles, catch frogs…complain and argue…talk about girls.” You watched him as his cheeks reddened slightly with blush. You looked away.
“Want to get in?” he asked, eyes moving between you and the cool water.
“Uh…” you hesitated, thinking about the possibilities of hidden creatures despite the clarity of the water.
“Or are you scared?” He picked at you, stepping into the shallow drift, trudging toward you.
“No, I just don’t want to get eaten.” You said matter of factly, crossing your arms over your chest, looking into the water suspiciously. Josh let out a belly laugh. “What do you think this is? I promise no river monster is going to come out of this tiny little creek and eat you. If anything tries, I’ll kill it first.”
“Josh, you can’t even kill spiders in the house, let alone monsters.” He made his way across the creek, holding out his hands for you to take.
“Take a chance, Y/n. Come on.”
“I-I don’t even have a bathing suit,” you contested, taking a step backward.
“It’ll be fine, relax. I’m sure Ronnie will have something you could borrow.” You wore a simple white tank top with a lacy bralette underneath, paired with a pair of thin linen shorts. You and Ronnie were similar in stature, although you were a bit bigger than she was. You’d just have to hope that you’d find something and that she wouldn’t mind that Josh volunteered her clothing to you. Josh still held out his hand for you, wiggling his fingertips as if to entice you to join him. You took his hand and he led you further into the creek. You felt the water edging up your legs, the chill causing goosebumps to dot every inch of your body. The water felt miraculous. When you looked down, you could see straight through to the bottom. You watched your toes wiggle as you disrupted the silt that had settled, and you observed the weak current carry it all upstream, leaving the water still remarkably clear. You waded as a pair into the deeper part of the creek. “Be careful not to rely too much on the bottom. It gets slippery right around here,” Josh warned. His arm snaked around the small of your back, and you could feel your neck and cheeks beginning to flame from his close proximity. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. “Just keep your legs kicking.” You did as he suggested, lifting from the slick rocks as the water edged further up your body, the buoyancy lifting you from the bottom.
“Ew, it’s gross down there.” You felt sliminess in between your toes, and it took everything in you not to squirm frantically.
Josh took your other hand and helped you drift forward so that you were swimming directly in front of him. “One time, Jake slipped on these rocks and broke like two or three of his toes. Dad made him suck it up and walk it off. He actually went like that to school for a whole day before calling home from the office,” he said with a grin. “Mom chewed dad out so badly, he might as well have slept in the shed in the back.”
“Oh my god, that sounds like hell,” You admitted.
“Trust me. Jake milked that injury for months,” Josh said. “I guess it makes up for a lot of the stupid shit I’ve done in my life.”
“Like what?” You asked.
Josh smiled, pulling you closer, his lips pulling wider and wider across his face. You struggled to keep your gaze trained with his. “Like this,” he answered, bringing his fingertips to your face and leaning forward to kiss you. Only, he never stopped leaning. Your lips connected with his as he held you and you felt your body floundering backward into the water, still connected within the kiss. Air bubbles filled your sight, most likely from Josh laughing stupidly while under water. His arms held onto you securely as he turned you, lifting you with him so that you were back above the surface facing him. You sputtered as the water poured down your face. You punched him in the chest.
“You’re such an asshole!” You were annoyed, but admittedly, the sight of his wet body halted you from any further upset. You couldn’t help but grin as you smoothed your hands over the top of your head.
“Sounds so good when you say it, honey,” He said. “Sue me.” He shrugged, irking you further. Without warning, you threw your feet to the bottom of the creek, despite his warning. You launched yourself upward, throwing your body on top of his, pulling him into the current. This time it was you that was giggling. You felt the water infiltrate your sinuses, the burning sensation pounding through your head. You came up out of the water coughing and spitting.
“Oh my God, Y/n! Are you okay?” Josh asked, grabbing you by both elbows, pulling you to him. You nodded after a moment.
“I’m fine. I’m perfect.” As if it were a movie–a scene from the Notebook, no matter how tacky it sounded–silence ripped through your embrace, filling your shared personal space with an unspoken dialogue. The trees above rattled in the wind, shaking down ill-fated leaves. Cicadas began to roar from deep within the woods, and you could hear the water trickling around the added obstacle of your bodies. Your eyes cascaded down his body in slow motion. His hair that usually curled around his head in a halo was smoothed flat, water dripping down from the ends and off of his ears to continue its journey down the rest of his body. His white t-shirt that usually hung from his body was now plastered to his skin and you could see his nipples through the shirt as well as the fit contour of his chest and abdomen, his happy trail evident through the wet fabric. He was just as guilty, his gaze disconnected, tracing the shape of your breasts beneath the thin t-shirt you wore.
“You know those mistakes you were talking about?” You asked finally, breaking the heavy silence. You stepped forward toward him, finding solid footing despite the warnings he had given. Perhaps it signified the truth and rightness of the decision you were about to make. Josh nodded slowly.
“Yes,” He answered simply, and you watched him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. You found his hands and pulled him closer to you, an arm’s length apart.
“I don’t think this is one of them,” You said slowly, wanting him so badly to make the next move. You watched the water around you ripple with the slow movement of your bodies. You watched as his irises ignited with an intensity that was only matched with the bright rays of golden hour, cutting through the branches and across his face, illuminating his beautiful features.
He shook his head slowly, which made your heart suddenly lurch with embarrassment and dread before he finished. “Neither do I,” he finally answered, drawing you in closer. You felt the warmth of the summer breeze drift along your skin before it was replaced with Josh's fingertips, caressing your jaw so tenderly. You closed your eyes as he leaned forward, tilting his head to place the first real kiss upon your lips. He touched you so slowly and thoughtfully that it took everything in you not to spring forward, wordlessly begging for more–but he made you wait, his lips hovering just above yours, the heat of his breath wisping against your lips and cheeks. Then he took your lips again, this time with more intensity, the tilt of his head dancing with yours, moving in natural rhythm to the increasing intensity of the embrace. You inhaled him through every kiss, your hands migrating to rest on his shoulders before moving to his chest and up to his neck, feeling the solidness of his body before you. You stood there for what seemed like forever, intertwined in an embrace that you both had secretly pined for for so long. When you finally broke from the kiss, you felt the pressure of his lips still pulsing against your lips, the soft graze of his beard a memory on your skin.
“Wow,” you said, rubbing your lips together, feeling the unconscious grin spreading across your face.
“I wonder what took us so long,” Josh said, rubbing the back of his neck in nervous habit. “Hope it was worth the wait.” He said, his cheeks flushing lightly.
“Definitely,” You said, taking his hand in yours again, squeezing it tight.
“Are you guys done?”
Your heart almost sprung out of your chest. You spun around. Sam was standing on the far side of the creek. “Mom sent me to find you two. Dinner’s done, but well–” he said, eyeing you both. “Shall I give you time to get decent?”
“Sam, we’ve got it. Tell Mom we’ll be a little late to dinner. Something important came up.” You felt Josh wrap an arm possessively around you, and you couldn’t help but smile, your heart feeling impossibly full.
Sam scoffed, but his faint grin told a different story that perhaps he was happy for his brother. “I’ll stall Mom, but you owe me.”
“Thanks,” Josh murmured dismissively before turning you back against his chest, leaning in to kiss you once more. His lips pulled tightly into a grin of true happiness as he kissed you. Kiszka’s Creek may have been a childhood memory to Josh, but to you, it had become one of true adult longing. You silently vowed to yourself never to forget the warmth of the breeze drifting around your body, mingled with the cool chill of the water against your skin and Josh’s lips pressed for the first time against yours.
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the christmas song, josh kiszka
warnings : fluff, domestic josh, baby wearing, holiday dinners
word count : 1.3k+
You and Josh were hosting Christmas this year. Except, this year, there was an addition to 634 Grover Lane, and that would be Ivy and Chloe.
As soon as they were born, Josh ordered an “Our First Christmas” ornament with their names on it from the Bronners website.
You got Christmas cards and glued the Christmas menu on the back. You mailed them out to his family in Michigan. When you were younger, all you ever dreamed of was, hosting Christmas dinner, and now you got to do that, with three other people, and a dog.
You and Josh had sat down and planned everything you were making for dinner. You guys had approximately 7 people plus their guests. You were making a ham and a turkey, sweet potato casserole, twice baked potatoes, asparagus, brussel sprouts, and green beans for the entree. As far as appetizers, you were making homemade tomato soup with fresh croutons. Dessert wise, you had already made candied pecans, cherry pie, and apple pie. You two always planned months in advance, to get your finances together to buy all of the food.
The themes for dinner were comfy cozy, so when you sent the invites out you made sure to specify that they could dress comfortably if they chose to.
When you woke up Christmas morning, you felt around for Josh. He wasn't in the bed next to you. You went into the girls room to see if they were in there, no babies. You heard Josh talking downstairs.
You walked down the stairs and heard baby babbles. “Yeah? Did that really happen? That's crazy!” Josh was talking to them. You walked into the kitchen to see Josh, wearing both babies and cooking at the same time. He turned to you and you saw your babies eyes light up at the sight of you. Ivy had her head on Josh’s bare chest and Chloe had her hands stuck out towards you. You grabbed Chloe out of his hands and held onto her for a few minutes.
“Chocolate chip pancakes coming up, Mama.” Josh told you. You made your iced coffee and put Chloe and Ivy in their respective high chairs. You helped Josh carry the food over to the table. You made formula and cut their fruit real small for them. Josh put two pancakes on a plate for you and handed it to you. He grabbed some for himself and started eating.
He grabbed your hand and asked you, “How’d you sleep, Mama?”
“Good, what about you?” you responded
“I fell asleep on you, of course I slept well.”
You laughed at him and smiled.
You showered and got dressed in your attire for the night and went downstairs to get started. You saw Josh on the floor with Ivy and Chloe. He was rolling around with them while they were playing. The laughter of your children made you smile.
You went into the kitchen and made some coffee. Josh came over to you and said, “I'll put them down for a nap?” You nodded and he walked away to put them to sleep. He grabbed two bottles from the fridge to give to them. He put them in the warmer and put the ring sling on. One thing Josh loved about having twins was holding them to his chest.
He put them both in and got their bottles and gave them to them. They were able to hold them at their age. He came over to you when they were done and said, “Give kisses to Mama.”
You gave them kisses and Josh took them upstairs. You put the brined turkey and ham in the oven to start cooking.
Josh came back down to see you starting on the tomato soup. He asked if he could help with anything and you gave him a cutting board, a few pots, some baking pans, a knife, and the other vegetables. He caught what you were laying down and started cutting the vegetables. He put the cut sweet potatoes in a pot with boiling water and put the whole white potatoes in the oven.
Sam had shown up first. He brought Rosie with him, her and Two Socks were siblings. Two Socks was named Two Socks because he had two white paws. They gravitated towards each other and started playing together. First thing Sam said was, “Where are my nieces?”
Josh said, “They’re upstairs, sleeping. Leave them alone Samuel.”
You laughed and said, “When they wake up you can go get them, Sam.”
The food had been cooked and left out to cool off for a few minutes. You called out to Sam, “Sammy, they're awake.”
“How do you know that?” he asked you, intrigued.
“I'm their mother, I always know.” you said to him. Karen laughed and said, “She's right Sam, a mother always knows.” Sam walked upstairs and you got them bottles ready. Jake followed Sam upstairs, racing to get to them first.
They both came down, each with a baby in their hand. You handed them burp cloths and bottles. They sat on the couch with Ivy and Chloe, feeding them. Josh came up behind them and said, “The both of them are going to be so protected. I know it.” Jake leaned back and said, “It's crazy how much they look like you, both of them.”
Sam piped up and said, “Unfortunately for them.” Josh hit him on the back of the head and Chloe finished her bottle. Josh grabbed the bottle from Sam and walked away to wash it. You called the three Kiszka boys over and grabbed Chloe from Sam. Jake handed you the bottle and gave Ivy to Josh. Chloe had fallen asleep on you, so you put her on the large ottoman in the living room and put a soft blanket over her.
You walked back over and saw Ivy asleep on Karen. You offered to take her so that Karen could eat, but she said it was fine. As soon as you sat down to eat, you heard Chloe crying. You sighed and Josh stood up and said, “Eat. I've got her.”
He tended to the oldest and took her upstairs. When he came back down, he said, “She fell asleep on the way up the stairs.” He kissed the side of your head and sat back down to eat.
The entire Kiszka family had a wonderful Christmas dinner, Nat King Cole playing softly in the background.
You had all finished eating and Sam said, “Wait! I never come empty handed.” He got up and went to his car. He came back inside with a few large pink bags in his hand. He had them labeled, “Coco” and “Ivster”
He sat them under the tree and said, “It's clothes and a few toys.” You hugged him and said, “Thank you, Sam.”
Ronnie and his parents were the first to leave. Then Jake and Deanna, who was one of your best friends. Sam stuck around, helping with the dishes and the overall clean up. You heard Chloe crying from their room and you went to see what was wrong.
You saw her in her crib, arms held out. You grabbed her and changed her, then went to your bedroom. You had already been in comfy clothes, so you just grabbed a wrap to put her in. You walked back downstairs and overheard Sam and Josh. “Do you want any more?” Sam had asked him.
You heard Josh say, “God, I'd love more. But that's not up to me. I don't have to carry that weight around for 9 months and then deliver. I want a boy.”
“You want a boy? I always saw you with girls. You're definitely a girl dad.” Sam said.
You came up behind them as they were washing the dishes and rested your head on Josh’s shoulder.
“Yeah, he is a girl dad.”
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Looking Glass
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader
SMUT!!! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED
Summary: Your boyfriend has always been sweet and loving, but something about the stage brought something out in him. A FaceTime call before a show took an unexpected turn, and it might have changed the dynamic of your relationship.
Word count: 4.6k
*Author's note: I haven’t done a smutty one shot in a hot minute. Y’all this is pretty spicy…I think?? Bear with me, but this thought has been in my head for a while and I had to get it out there. This is a mess and I probably need to be locked up 😅 As per usual, I love all the feedback ❤️
Thanks, @allieboop for all the love and support! You keep me inspired ❤️❤️❤️
Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with the utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. I do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way.
Warnings: cursing, NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!! (mutual masturbation, mirror play/kink, kinda roleplaying, slight m!dom, praise kink, voyeurism/exhibition kink, slight spit kink?, dirty talk) Overall - Cocky Josh
You had spent the last hour getting ready for bed. It was still early for a Saturday night, but the day had exhausted you, and you were even more mentally drained from the last few days. Your friends were aware of your melancholic state based on how the response time for your texts began to grow and had begged you to go out with them. They wanted to distract you from the fact that you were without your boyfriend, Josh.
You showered, washing the sweat and grime from your busy day off your skin and letting the hot water soothe your aching muscles. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in bed, get tucked up in the blankets, and dive into the next book on your reading list.
The past few months had been rather difficult on your relationship with the band going back on tour. They were so busy traveling that the time spent together was few and far between. You were sure to visit them whenever you could only be restricted by your modest budget.
You were ecstatic to see Josh during the stretches between tour dates when he was able to rest, but it was hard not to notice the exhaustion set in his features. Pangs of guilt struck through your heart seeing him like this. The two of you spent that precious time catching up on things that got missed over the phone, going on dates you had planned together for weeks, and laying around in bed whenever possible.
Tonight, they were in Omaha. It was their first big night back in the States and the boys were buzzing with excitement. You were always more than supportive and tried your best not to cry when you had to say your goodbyes to everyone days beforehand. You wanted him to stay with you so badly, to take him back into the comfort of your apartment for the rest of the day, that you practically had to force yourself to let go of him in the airport.
Josh had sent you small texts throughout the afternoon the day of the show, keeping you updated with their schedule and letting you know he would call you later that evening. You lay in your bed watching time tick by as minutes turned into hours while waiting patiently by your phone.
After flipping through notifications through all your social media apps and checking your screen every few minutes, you tossed it aside accepting that you probably weren’t going to hear from him until after the show.
You snuggled back into a comfortable position and began reading through your book, hopeful that it would take your mind elsewhere. Suddenly, you felt your phone buzz within the sea of blankets draped across your bed. In a frenzy, you scrambled for it-whipping the covers around which sent your phone flying onto the bedroom floor.
You lunged over to grab it off the carpet before the call ended. Flipping the phone over to view the screen you saw that it was Josh, but this time it was a Facetime call. You checked the time - 8:32
Don’t they go on at 9?
You quickly tapped your thumb on the answer button, opening up the screen to a very close-up view of your boyfriend’s face.
“Hey baby!” he beamed with excitement, flashing one of his massive grins, causing his right dimple to make its appearance.
“Hey!” You chimed back. You couldn’t hide your feelings from him even if you tried, even if the time at the top of your screen threatened to ruin it. “Don’t you go on any minute?”
He giggled, “Yeah, but I promised I’d call, remember?”
“I remember, but I thought I wasn’t going to hear from you until after?”
“And not show you the new suit?” Josh scoffed, rolling his eyes at the thought while he walked with the phone in hand. He appeared to be alone, and possibly in his dressing room. You could tell that he had already had his hair and makeup done, given that the little rhinestones he wore during each show were carefully glued along his cheekbones.
It was no secret that you knew about the new jumpsuits that would be introduced during this tour. Josh had mentioned them more and more as the summer went on, unable to contain his excitement. He had snuck a few photos of them hanging up in dressing rooms in the last few months, waiting for their debut. Although this would be the first time you had seen the newest one, complete, and actually on his body.
He fumbled for a second before flipping the view of the phone’s camera, now rear-facing to show you his entire body in the reflection of the full-length mirror in front of him. The sight knocked the air from your lungs as you looked over every detail. He was truly breathtaking.
“What do ya think?” He asked while doing a series of goofy poses for you, but that wasn’t enough to distract you from his beauty.
It was a golden crushed velvet suit, tailored perfectly to his lean frame, and snug to his body in all the right places. Gold stitching framed the zippers that ran down the front and across his midsection. Golden embroidered flowers and scrolling adorned the suit in intricate patterns.
The attention to detail was remarkable. Thinking about it, there just wasn’t anything in your closet that even came close in comparison. Sometimes that fact made you a bit envious at times, but it could never outweigh how much you adored seeing him wear things like this.
He sparkled as little fragments of light bounced from the rhinestones all over his suit as well as the ones placed delicately across his cheeks.
“Josh…it’s beautiful,” you gasped, taking in the sight before you.
“I know. It’s probably one of my favorites so far.” He turned slightly, modeling the costume, giving you another view of his backside, which always managed to make you blush.
The color of the suit brought out the flawless tan of his skin, which had been kissed perfectly by the sun throughout the summer months of this tour. In his usual fashion, Josh had the suit unzipped to the middle of his chest, resting right in the center of his sternum, which gave you a peak of the gold medallions dangling around his neck. The delicate jewelry rested deliciously between his defined collarbones.
“You really look amazing,” you muttered, suddenly feeling shy about your obvious gawking.
He perked up at the compliment, “Yeah?”
“You’re so pretty,” you blurted out, and you could have sworn you witnessed his cheeks flushed a rosy-pink hue. Knowing it would drive him crazy, you added, “They are going to lose their minds over this.”
He grinned at the comment, taking another step closer to the mirror.
In a lower voice, and ditching the playful tone he had with you when he first called, “I hope so.” You watched as he ran an open hand down his chest and over his toned stomach, feeling the soft material underneath his palm.
That’s when you noticed it. Throughout the years, you teased him frequently on how he did not leave much to the imagination ‘down there to their audience. Now, with it bulging against the fabric of his jumpsuit, there was no denying how he felt at this moment.
“Are you turned on right now?” You teased, giggling at the thought of him possibly trying to hide it from fans.
“Oh, come on. You know how I get before a big show.” His hand traveled down even lower, and he began to palm himself shamelessly over the suit.
The simple action made you blush as a wave of heat flushed through your body, “Josh! You can’t go out on stage with a hard-on!”
“It wouldn’t be the first time.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and hummed, “They would eat it up.” You heard his breathing start to change through the phone’s speaker.
Throughout your relationship, you had seen Josh touch himself briefly while you were intimate together, but this was a first. It was uncharted territory for you, and it felt different seeing him so blatant about it. This was whatever he decided to show you, and it was completely on his terms without you being able to touch him. Your eyes flicked up at the clock at the top of your screen. He was supposed to go on within minutes and you were sure that there would be people looking for him soon.
When he caught you drifting in thought, he pulled you back into his world, “I’ve missed you so much.”
The tender moment warmed your heart and left a little sting of pain knowing you wouldn’t see him for at least a week or two. “I miss you, too.”
“I’ve been going crazy. These girls-“ he groaned as he squeezed harder around himself, not letting you stew in your sad feelings. “They have been all over me lately. The way they touch me…” He trailed off and looked into the phone screen to gauge your reaction.
Now you had dipped into this territory before. In the beginning, you had expected to get jealous of women throwing themselves at him, but you found that he was the most loyal, loving boyfriend you could have ever asked for. He never failed to make you feel secure and comfortable in your relationship.
It was you that initiated this type of thing with Josh. It even surprised you how excited you actually became knowing how much they wanted him. You didn’t need anyone telling you what you had, but it sure felt great showing him off.
He was a rockstar and you didn’t want him to miss out on that aspect of his career, that lifestyle. He thrived from the attention and you made it your mission to make sure he got it whenever possible.
“It hurts knowing you can’t do anything about it, huh?” you taunted, and you saw the glint in his eyes when he realized you were going along.
“It kills me,” He whined, and looked up at you in the mirror. “You should see these fans, y/n.”
You thought of the shows you had been to. You remembered all the beautiful outfits people wore, the makeup they spent hours doing that was inspired by him. There was no denial of the pure energy in the pit, as was tangible and unmatched by anything you had experienced before. You always burst with excitement knowing that fans spent hours waiting, hoping, and wanting to be as close as humanly possible to him.
“The way they look at me. Fuck. I’m getting so hard thinking about it.” He rolled his head around his shoulders in a slow circle, with eyes closed, shuddering as a heavy sigh escaped his chest. His hand was gripped tightly around the erection, desperate for needed stimulation-your touch.
“Sounds like a lot of complaining for someone drowning in all that attention,” you teased him again, trying not to unravel in the game already.
His eyes flickered open, “Who said I was complaining? You know that I wish it was you.” Even though you were playing along, he was still your boyfriend and his words made your heart flutter wildly in your chest.
He was now throbbing painfully under the restriction of the suit, but it was obvious he was still the one teasing you.
Catching how you were staring, “You wanna see, don’t you?” The question made heat rush directly to your face and you were only able to nod in response.
His voice dropped even lower, sultry and dripping with pure desire, “Does it make you wet? Knowing you get to see what they all would pay to see? What they fantasize about?”
“Josh…please.”
He pulled his hand from its position on his thigh to slowly drag the zipper of his suit down, letting the front panels fall open to expose his chest, past his navel, and stopping right above what you wanted to see the most. The trail of hair around his stomach, poking right over the seam of the suit made your mouth water.
You swallowed, nervous about the possibility of being caught, “We don’t have much time.”
There was a flash of your boyfriend when he noticed your apprehension. “Be patient, mama. Don’t worry. I told them I was meditating.”
Without wasting another second, Josh slipped his hand underneath the velvet, dipping out of your view to wrap around himself. He let out a breathy sigh the moment he finally made contact, as if he had been teasing himself on and off for hours.
You watched how the knuckles of his hand protruded out from the fabric as he stroked the length of his cock.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I want you.”
He shook his head, unsatisfied with your answer, “No. Tell me you want my cock. I want to hear the words come out of your pretty mouth.”
You felt flustered from his request. Your cheeks were flushed again, hot and red but you wanted to please him.
You bit your lip, feeling somewhat bashful from the vulgar words, “I want your cock. “
“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” he hummed in satisfaction, and the sweet praise made your heart skip a beat. You lived to hear them. “How bad, baby? Would you get on your knees for me?”
You pictured it as soon as the words slipped past his lips. You imagined how we would look from below, dressed in the exact outfit he was wearing right now. Wetness began to pool in your panties at the mere thought of it.
“Yes. I want it so bad,” you whined, sounding borderline pathetic.
“Yes what?” He wasn’t going to let you skip out that easy. The need ignited something in you, as if his confidence transferred across the phone screen.
“I’d get on my knees for you, Josh.”
Josh was thinking about it. He twitched in his hand, picturing you kneeling in front of him. Watching you unzip the suit, feeling you run your hand down the soft fabric covering his stomach before you wrapped your hand around his hip.
He almost lost it when he imagined your lips, kissing and teasing him -just like you had done so many times before. He moaned remembering how warm mouth felt around him, the way your tongue flicked across his skin.
He thought about how many women would do anything to be in your place.
“You would look so pretty.” He jerked forward slightly, “On your knees with your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”
This was completely different behavior from Josh than what you were used to. The stage was bringing something out in him tonight and you consider yourself lucky that you were witnessing it before your very eyes.
“You’ve been so good, baby. I think you deserve to see what you do to me.”
Another praise.
Josh shrugged off one side of the suit, allowing it to fall to his right side to free himself. A sheen of sweat had collected on the surface of his skin, making his chest and neck glisten under the dressing room lighting.
Dipping under the flashy garment once again, he pulled himself out in full view, leaving nothing to hide. He took another step closer towards the mirror, grabbing himself by the base to display it all for you.
“See what you fucking do to me,” He started stroking himself slowly, collecting the precum that was starting to drip from the head of his cock with gentle swipes of his thumb.
Nothing could have prepared you for how he looked and deep down you knew the image through the phone didn’t do it justice. He was looking at himself, not you on the screen of his phone. His heavy half-lidded eyes focused on what his hand was doing, drawing out each flick of his wrist He knew how beautiful he looked and you wanted to hate him for it.
You would have never guessed how much you were going to enjoy watching him touch himself. It felt naughty, even borderline voyeuristic if it wasn’t for his blatant exhibitionism. At some point, your hand had slipped under your underwear, mimicking the movements of his hand with your fingers.
He laughed, but this time there was a feral quality to the sound, “I could fucking spit into the crowd and they’d thank me for it.”
It shouldn’t have surprised you the way it did. He wasn’t wrong and you would have been more than glad to join them. “You’re such a whore.”
A devilish grin spread across his face, “I really am, aren’t I?”
That’s when he redirected his attention back to you. The way he was staring at you in the mirror made your face hot, and you felt your heartbeat thumping in your ears.
“You think about me at night? Do you touch yourself pretending it’s me?”
“You know I do.”
He smirked from your answer. The two of you had spent countless nights on tour sexting and telling each other what you were thinking when you were alone. “How ‘bout you show me, baby.”
Just like that, without a second thought, you flipped the view of the camera away from your face, to the lower half of your body.
“What do you think about?”
You hesitated for a second, somewhat embarrassed about your answer, maybe thinking it wasn’t sexy enough for this moment, “Your hands.”
He hummed softly to himself. This wasn’t new information by any means. He already knew how much you enjoyed that feature of his body, he just loved hearing you talk about it every chance he could. “Yeah? What about them?”
“How they feel on my body.”
“Where?”
It was becoming difficult for you to concentrate on yourself with how he never paused his own movements on himself during his questioning. You wanted to please him, “Inside me.” Your voice was whiny, pitchy as it escaped your throat.
Josh shifted the view of the camera down so you were looking at his body directly, instead of seeing it in the mirror. From his point of view. He had never sent you anything like this before, and the new angle took your breath away.
He was showing you, up close, how he wrapped his fingers tightly around his cock. He must have heard the sudden change in your breathing through the phone because he started to switch the technique so you could see the veins in his hand.
You’d be lying if you didn’t take note of how he pleasured himself, using the knowledge for when you touched him again-when it was your turn to make him whimper and beg.
You loved seeing the toned muscles of his stomach flex, as if they were struggling to keep him from meeting the tipping point too soon. God, you missed him.
Without warning, behind the view of the camera, he let a pool spit drip from his mouth, hitting the top of his shaft. He quickly glided his palm across the added wetness, using it as lube.
The camera shook as he groaned at the new sensation, “Oh fuck…I wish this was you.”
He lifted the phone, shifting your view back to the mirror, pulling you out of your trance. You were being spoiled and he knew it. He hissed, “Keep going.”
You were so entranced by watching him that you had stilled the movements of your own hand.
“I think about…how they feel inside me.” You were being honest. You had spend many nights alone thinking about how those hands felt roaming your body. The memories of lazy mornings of being in bed with Josh, and with him exploring, making you feel good wrapped in his arms played over and over in your mind.
“I know you do, mama,” he cooed.
You began to touch yourself once more, thinking about how he makes you feel. He noticed this and was watching your face through the screen.
“Show me.”
You flipped your camera’s view around to show your lower half. You then remembered that you were still dressed in a pair of worn cotton panties. Even though they were a pair that Josh had definitely seen you in before, you felt embarrassed you weren’t wearing anything sexier. You hooked your thumb around the band to pull them off your legs.
He interrupted, “No, wait. Keep them on.”
You obliged, and slipped your fingers under the band of your underwear again. You knew Josh enjoyed being teased and how much he loved to work for it just as much as he enjoyed your begging.
You allowed your eyes to close, listening to his sounds as he pleasured himself - the deep sighs, grunts and soft hums that he made with each stroke of his hand. You imagined his fingers on you instead of your own. That’s how it would always start before slowly letting your imagination shift to thoughts of how his mouth felt around you. You let them wander to how he sounded when his face was buried between your legs.
You were lost, deep in a trance as you dipped your fingers inside your pussy, craving his touch. You let yourself go and allowed a cry leave your lips.
Hearing you moan made him pump his cock faster, eliciting an even louder growl to rip from his chest. His eyes rolled behind his lust-heavy lids as he threw his head backwards. The sound made you open your eyes to see him giving you a full view of his neck in the mirror’s reflection -one of your favorite features of his. He swallowed harshly, making his Adam's apple bob low in his throat. Sweat had started to drip in down in trails towards his chest, making him shine in the mirror’s lights.
You desperately wanted to be there with him to tug on the necklaces that were hanging around this throat, to feel them dance across your bare chest when he was on top of you.
Josh’s breathing began to falter with slight shudders of his body, letting you know that he was getting close. The defined muscles in his torso began to flex with each stroke of his hand. His chest was rising and falling rapidly in the erratic movements.
“Tell me more,” the demand was barely a whisper, afraid that if he spoke any louder he wouldn't be able to regain control.
“I think about how they feel inside me. The way you make me cum. No one makes me feel the way you do, Josh.” You knew that the praise with his name would push him that much closer to the edge.
You caught the wild look in his eye, and it was undeniable how his stage ego dripped from every part of his body at this point. You wanted the image burned into your memory forever. He was performing for you, only you, and he relished in how much it affected you.
“How do you feel knowing this all is just for you? Watching me like this.” The cockiness in his voice made you quiver with need.
His mouth hung slightly open as he continued to pump his hand along his cock, thrusting forward each time his palm passed over the head.
The familiar feeling of your own orgasm was building up inside you.
“Do you wish they could see you like this?” His eyes flicked up in the mirror, pupils darkened with desire as they looked at you. What you witnessed was primal.
That glimpse let you know you were going to pay for that when he saw you again, and you were more than happy to welcome the punishment.
“I, I-I’m getting close,” he let out a breathy whine while pausing the work of his hand.
His brows furrowed, tightly knit in a grimace while he hissed between clenched teeth. Strands of hair had stuck to his forehead and cheeks. A string of curses fell from his pouty lips. Him being this close brought you to your own peak, threatening to push into the crashing waves. You became just as frantic to ride this together.
His hip began to buck forward as he chased the high, and he was struggling to hold the camera still but you couldn’t care less. His eyes closed while the wave of euphoria washed over his body. You were right there with him, succumbing to your climax as you listened to Josh falling apart.
“Let go for me. For them.”
With a final groan, his head fell forward as he released himself, painting the mirror with his cum. It startled you at first, and your mouth hung open in disbelief while he took the following minute to regain his composure.
You sat in silence while you started to process the last few minutes together.
There was a knock on the door, making both of you jump.
“You’re on in five!” A voice called from outside of his dressing room door. You froze, praying that the person wasn’t going to try to enter- catching you both.
Josh shouted back with a quick response, “Okay!”
Lowering his voice, “I really need to clean this up before I get us kicked out.” He laughed, which was still weak while he tried to regulate his breathing again.
He quickly tucked himself back into his jumpsuit. He set the phone down on the side table-leaving the screen completely black for about thirty seconds. You heard the sounds of him shuffling around the room, and assumed he was looking for something to clean the mirror with.
He picked the phone back up, instantly throwing you back into the view of the room. He stepped in front of the mirror for the last time, “How do I look?”
As if you just experienced whiplash, he was back to his goofier self, the same version you saw in the beginning of the call, which successfully made you giggle to yourself.
“Josh… you can’t go on stage like that,” you chuckled, signaling to his groin with your eyes. He was still just hard as before, and it was very noticeable. He flipped the camera back to his face. You smiled seeing his cheeks had the sex-flushed look that you always adored.
“Oh that’s not going away any time soon,” he laughed, flashing you his award winning smile once more, and added a playful wink. “Not until I get my hands on you.”
You sighed at the thought, curling into the duvet on your bed, “I can’t wait.”
He blew you a kiss, “Bye, sweetheart. I love you. And you will be hearing from me again tonight. So don’t fall asleep!”
“Love you, too. Don’t drive those fans too crazy.”
Another throaty laugh burst from his chest, “Would you expect anything less from me?”
“Not in a million years.”
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when i get my hands on you
pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader
warning(s): mention of alcohol and josh uses the nickname ‘baby’ a lot
word count: 1.9k
synopsis: josh returns to nashville after tour and heads to his girlfriend’s new place for the first time where she had prepared for his return.
note: oh my god be prepared to read the most tooth-rotting fluff with the most stereotypical, dancing-in-the-refrigerator-light scenario with post-tour josh w/ inspo from when i get my hands on you by the new basement tapes. wrote this on a whim and absolutely did not proofread it so sorry for any mistakes lmao. hope you enjoy xx
You woke up to gentle knocking on your front door. You woke up cuddled under a throw, a book laying by your head, with a playlist on repeat from the television, and candles still burning on the coffee table. When the knocks came again, you batted your eyes open and sat up from the cushions, looking around in your disoriented state, trying to figure out who would be knocking at - you glanced at the clock on the wall - two a.m.. And then you remembered why you had been trying to stay up so late in the first place. Joshua.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” you came out from under the blanket and off the sofa to your feet.
You hurriedly crossed the living room to the front door where you peeked out the peephole, and with an excited kick of your heart, you opened the door to see Josh on the other side. He was in an oversized winter coat with the fur-lined hood over his head and a pair of sweatpants with an overnight duffle bag lugged on his shoulder.
“Hi,” you whispered, still half-asleep, but your hands went out to touch his face as he stepped forward over the threshold. His face was flushed from the cold weather, the tip of his nose pink.
“Hi baby,” he said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before you pulled him further inside, shutting the door to keep out the cold behind him. “Sorry I was late, we didn’t land until after midnight and I showered and-” he nodded towards the duffle bag on his side, “I couldn’t find my bag when I got home.”
“It’s okay, you’re fine,” you said with a smile as you tugged off his hood, arms sliding around his shoulders. “I just thought that maybe you had gotten lost on the way here.”
“Oh, I totally did that too,” he grinned and kissed your cheek, and then your lips.
You smiled into the kiss and pulled back, taking a step back to open yourself and the house up to him. “Well, welcome,” you told him.
The plan for the night had been made on an early morning phone call last week. Josh called you from Washington state, a little homesick, a little lonely. He told you that when they got back to Nashville, he wanted to see your new place, that he would come over as soon as they landed.
You and Josh had started dating just a mere few months ago and at the time you were searching for a new place to live, so most of the time you two had spent together had been at his, or at his brother’s - Sam always called Josh up with last minute dinner plans, so at least two days out of the week you were at Sam’s dinner table drinking palomas between the induced-chaos from the siblings.
But now, after a successful move with a couple weeks to decorate, and a delayed flight, Josh stood in your living room, admiring every aspect of it you had put together - the lamps and warm lighting in the corner of the room, a fake fireplace that was lit to resemble a roaring fire, colorful throw pillows on the velvet sofa, a shelf with books and knick-knacks, and a coffee table with incense and candles. And then Josh spotted a particular item on the coffee table, one that immediately made his nose turn up and his lips point into a smile. The Santal 26 candle with a burning wick.
“My favorite,” Josh mused, his hand sliding to your waist, wrapping around you. You giggled.
You had made the point to get the candle. A fucking eighty dollar candle. But you knew it was his favorite, so that dulled the sting a little when you swiped your credit card.
“You’re my favorite,” he continued, nose pressed to your temple.
You laughed again, still a little sleepy, unable to come up with a response before you were pulling him further into your home, through the doorway into your hallway, feet bare on the cold hardwood. You guided him into the bedroom, hand dropping from his as you sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes roamed across the black accent wall. You had changed your sheets to nicer, fancier ones. You had even bought a humidifier to keep on his usual side of the bed because you knew he always liked to keep one around.
Josh stood in the doorway, admiring the room as a whole when you asked, “are you okay?” with a laugh.
Josh batted his eyes once, then twice, as if pulling himself back into reality with you. He just smiled and walked in further, dropped his duffle bag to the end of the bed, and cradled your face with his hands.
“I’m absolutely perfect,” he told you, his eyebrows raised and stern, letting you know he was telling the truth. “I love it,”
You nodded and let out a small breath of relief, one that even loosened the tension in your shoulders. In addition to the sheets and the humidifier, you felt like you had spent the last twenty-four hours cleaning every surface, putting together a calendar of things for you two to do to ensure he doesn’t get too bored of you, and in the end, panicking about it all.
Josh noticed the change in your face. “Were you worried?” He asked, almost grinning, as if nervousness was something you shouldn’t have even considered.
“Well, yeah, kinda,” you finally said with a light laugh. His thumbs caressed the apples of your cheeks and you looked up to him as he stood between your knees. “I wanted to make sure everything was perfect when you got here. I mean, you’ve been on the road for a while and I wanted you to be comfortable and relaxed.” You shrugged. “I wanted it to feel like a home.”
“Baby, you’ve made this feel more like a home than my actual house.” He admitted and your eyes fluttered shut in relief, a laugh escaping your lips a second later. His eyes were still trained on you, and you nodded. “It’s perfect, absolutely perfect. It could be me and you and this big house and nothing else, and it would still be perfect.”
“Okay,” you whispered, relieved, “I guess I was being stupid.”
“A little,”
You quickly pinched at his side, causing him to chuckle as he turned away. Ticklish. You looked back up at him with a gentle grin. “Shut up,”
Josh could only laugh. He kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and when you scrunched your nose a second later, he smiled and kissed your lips.
“Okay, okay, get settled in,” you slapped at his butt, “do you want something to eat? Drink? I got mini marshmallows and know how to make a mean hot chocolate.”
“You really know how to swoon me,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes playfully and stood. Josh made himself busy with his duffel bag and you walked back out of the bedroom to the kitchen. There you poured milk and cocoa powder, sugar, and salt into a saucepan on the stove and listened to the music coming from the television in the living room. Something from Mazzy Star. You felt a little more awake, willing to spend the night with him rather than sleeping.
Once the mixture was warm, you pulled it from the heat and sat it to the side to add the chocolate and whisked it until it was melted. When you grabbed a mug from the rack on the counter, you sank back to your original height and into Josh as he stepped up behind you.
“Do you want anything else? Something to eat?” You asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, as he began to move with the natural sway over your body, side to side.
“No, I’m fine,” he told you, breath ghosting over the back of your neck before he kissed across your shoulders. “I missed you,” he said. He gripped at the material of your sweatshirt, his other hand sliding under it, rubbing at your skin. “I thought about you the entire time I was gone.”
You popped a few small marshmallows on the top of the hot chocolate and sat it to the side before you turned in Josh’s arms to face him. He had ditched the winter coat, his white t-shirt underneath, but he was so warm, a nice contrast to the dropping temperatures outside.
“I missed you too,” you said. “Do you have any plans now that you’re back?”
Josh dropped his head, forehead to your chest, and sighed. You reached up and touched the back of his head, fingers in his (still damp from his shower) curls that were so soft against your palm. You continued to sway, rocking you both back and forth.
“No, fuck all. Just want to sleep in and be with you.”
You smiled. You pressed a hand to his face and tilted his head back enough to kiss his forehead. Josh hummed and raised his head, nose nestling along the crescent of your jaw and then he kissed you, softly, perfectly. Eyes fluttered shut, you sank into his touch, the feeling of his body against yours, his mouth on yours.
In the adjacent living room, your playlist continued to shuffle. The hot chocolate came to mind again and you broke the kiss with a tiny laugh, and Josh mouthed at your chin as you reached for the cup.
“Here, before it gets cold,” you said, shoving it towards him.
“I’ll get it a second, let’s just stay here,”
“Like this?”
“Mhm,”
You sat the mug back down onto the counter and Josh reached up, taking your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. Arm around his shoulders, you watched carefully as he straightened his posture and held your hand, and began to rock with you. You two danced in the kitchen, in the lowlight.
When I set my eyes on you
Gonna keep you out of town at night
When I set my eyes on you
Not gonna be outta my sight
Josh stepped back and held his arm and hand high to spin you. You giggled as you turned and he pulled you back into his grip.
“You should come with me next time,” Josh said, hand back in his, and you two moved, bodies ebbed and flowed so effortlessly.
You raised a brow, taken by surprise at the sudden request. “On the road?”
“Yeah, why not? Not for the whole time, if you don’t want to, maybe just a few days or a week.” He offered. “You can come - visit new places, stay in nice hotels, watch us play…”
“Of course a selling point is getting in free to a show to see your face.”
“But I think you’re pretty partial to seeing my face after all, baby,”
You laughed, rounding the kitchen island, feet moving slowly but with perfect precision, like you two were trained dancers. But instead of being trained in dance, you two didn’t know the dance at all, you just knew each other that well to move as one.
“Pretty partial to seeing your pretty face,” you teased and Josh shot you a grin that made your heart flutter in your chest. “I would love to. Just tell me when.”
Josh pulled you in closer to rock back and forth and you listened to him hum the chorus of the song playing;
And now you know
Everywhere on earth you go
You’re gonna have me as your man
#WELL I HOPE YOU WERE READY FOR NOTHING !!!!#josh kiszka imagine#josh kiszka one shot#gvf one shot#gvf imagine#gvf#greta van fleet#josh kiszka
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Sun Still Shines
Sun Still Shines
Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader
Summary: Josh is hurting and you search to find a way to bring his sunshine back.
Warnings: Sickness, Ruptured Eardrum, Prescription Medicine, Lack of Eating, Negative Self Talk
Word Count: 3.8k
It had been a long day at work and as you turned the handle to the front door of your home, you closed your eyes and sighed, knowing the next few hours wouldn’t be easy either.
The second you opened the door, a delicious smell wafted through the air. You kicked off your shoes, put your bag down, and followed the smell into the kitchen where you saw your boyfriend’s mom spraying and wiping down the countertops while a pot of soup simmered on the stove.
“Hey, how’s he doing?” you asked quietly, giving her a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and surveying the kitchen. Your eyes wandered over to the bottles of prescription pills on the counter next to the sink. You noticed more bottles were there now than when you left this morning.
“Eh, not so good. It’s infected now,” she sighed.
You felt your heart drop at her words. Infected.
“He’s been on antibiotics since this morning but they haven’t kicked in yet,” She explained, motioning her head to the bottles on the counter. “Soups still hot if you want some. He didn’t eat much. He can't really open his mouth. He’s miserable.”
You gave her a sympathetic smile and sighed, “Thanks, smells really good. I’ll try again with him later.”
You peeked down the hall toward your bedroom where you saw an open door and soft flickering light of the TV casting on the shadows of the hallway walls. The sun was just about to set for the night, making your home just a bit darker than usual. This was normally your favorite part of the day. When Josh was home, you’d come home after work and be greeted the second you walked in the door with kisses, dinner, a glass of wine, and a relaxing night. When Josh was away, you’d pick up a FaceTime call from him while he got ready for the show. You’d eat as he got ready and you’d tell each other about your days. Then you’d say your goodbyes, shower, and go to bed knowing he was having the time of his life onstage and that he’d talk to you the next day. But for the past few days, this time of night had been everything but that.
About a week ago, Josh ruptured his eardrum during a show. It happened away from home and he was far away. He held in the pain he was going through for the most part on the ride home but all that went away the second he walked through the front door and into the comfort of his own home. He was in the most pain you’d ever seen him in and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He could barely walk by himself because he got dizzy easily- Jake had to pass him off to you. Not to mention, the medication he was on made him nauseous. He couldn’t talk or eat because he could barely move his jaw without it hurting his ear. He had dark circles under his eyes from not being able to sleep from being uncomfortable or being in pain. The amount of stress he was feeling also didn’t help his sleeping. He felt guilty about having to postpone more shows. First it was Jake, then it was him with Covid, and now it’s him again. He hated letting people down and just when the tour was finally coming to its last few shows, it all fell apart again. Finally, he couldn’t hear well but he couldn’t risk damaging his hearing further so you had to be quiet around him, which made him frustrated beyond belief- especially when he knew everyone around him was talking about him or talking to him.
In addition to that, the past week since he had arrived home had been filled with nothing but doctor’s visits, prescription pick ups, management phone calls, and stress- which made everything worse. You wanted to call out of work to stay home and take care of him but his mom insisted you continue with your life as normal. She came down to help him out during the day and handle all the medical stuff. She was the day shift, and you were the night shift. Once you got home, she’d head out to stay at Sam’s until the next morning. You were thankful for her. She knew all his medical history and had that mom expertise so she always knew the right thing to do. She also always made sure to leave the fridge stocked and the apartment clean. But on top of everything else, you loved her for her. She was a ray of sunshine just like him. You could count on her to bring light and positivity to this situation just as Josh would if he could.
He loved having her there to bring him comfort in a different way than you could. Even though he was a grown man who had his own home, life, and girlfriend- he wanted his mom and you could understand why. But as the days went on, and he grew more and more frustrated, bored, and impatient, you could see him getting annoyed with her. During the day, he would text out all his frustrations to you, and it was a lot.
Joshua, are you drinking enough water?
Joshua you have to try to eat.
Joshua you have to take your medication.
That’s how it got infected, Joshua.
Joshua, make sure you’re getting up and moving every few hours.
Joshua you have to turn the volume down on that TV.
Joshua you need to keep all this paperwork organized.
And the worst…
Joshua, are you even listening to me?
That one annoyed him the most. He took it a different way than she meant it. She meant it figuratively. He took it literally and he took it to heart.
Lucky for Josh, tomorrow was Saturday so you were able to stay home all day with him. He would never admit it to his mom, but he was happy to have some time away from her.
You turned your attention back to her to see her grabbing her stuff off the kitchen island and putting on her coat.
“Let me know if anything changes, alright? He just took his meds about half an hour ago so he’ll probably sleep soon.”
“I will, love you,”
“Love you too, Sweetie,” she said, pulling you in for a tight hug. She wrapped her arms tight around you and rubbed your back up and down.
Your eyes got watery at that point, knowing that is the exact way Josh would hug you when you walked through the door at the end of a long day. This was the exact type of hug you needed from him, and he couldn’t give it to you. You hadn’t hugged or kissed him in almost a week and it was breaking your heart. All you could do was try to feel him through her.
You sniffled just a bit and upon hearing that, she pulled back to look at your face and make sure you were alright.
“Aw, Honey,” she whispered as she wiped your tears and brushed the hair out of your face. “He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna get through this. We all will. I know it's hard. Just a few more days, hmm?”
You nodded and took a few deep breaths with her. She always had a way of making you feel better, no matter what. And so did Josh. He got it from her.
After a few more hugs and deep breaths, you walked her out and made sure she left for Sam’s before it got dark.
You walked back into the kitchen and peeked at the medicine log she had taken. She jotted down every medication Josh had taken and kept track of it by the minute along with when he slept and how bad his pain was.
You lifted the lid on the pot on the stove to see the warm orange color of curry lentil soup simmering gently. You smiled to yourself and allowed the scent of it to fill your nose. It was Josh’s favorite and the smell of it reminded you of all the times he’d cooked it for the two of you.
You looked around the apartment- spotless.
You didn’t know how she did it. How everything seemed to get done and how it was always done perfectly. You on the other hand could barely pick up Josh’s medicine at the pharmacy without forgetting something or having a breakdown in the parking lot. Must be a mom thing.
Sure, she was annoying Josh, but there’s no way you could have done any of this without her. She was truly heaven sent.
You put the lid back on the pot and made your way down the hall and into the bedroom where you found Josh, laying on his right side, eyes closed tight, and the TV on, but muted- it was obvious that he was listening to your conversation with his mom. Or at least, trying to listen. He looked like he was in pain. He didn’t look like Josh.
You sat down next to him on the bed and ran your hand over the shaved part of his head and scratched it lightly with your nails.
“Hi, Baby,” you said softly to him, peeking over to try to see his face.
He opened his eyes slowly and breathed out.
“Mmm,” he hummed in response. He didn’t sound like Josh.
He picked up his head and started to move to face you. You could tell just lifting his head was a struggle. He winced and let out a small groan as he moved.
“Shhh,” you whispered, gently easing his head back down to where it was on his pillow. You ran your hands over his head again, stroking his hair and inching your fingers just a little closer to his ear with each stroke. You were scared to hurt him but that fear went away the second you saw his entire body and face relax at your touch.
Gently, you eased your hand over his cartilage and rubbed it with your thumb. You leaned down and gave his cheek a gentle kiss and left a trail of feather light kisses to his ear. You sat up and continued stroking your fingertips on his head and scratching against his hair lightly.
Your heart broke as the sight of a single tear leaked from his eye and rolled down sideways over the bridge of his nose and onto the pillow below him.
“What do you need, Baby?” you whispered as you twirled your fingers into the curls at the top of his head.
“Can you just love me?” he whispered back. You could hear the exhaustion and desperation in his voice and it once again broke your heart into a million pieces.
Without saying a word, you lifted the blanket that was covering him and snuck yourself under it. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, instantly causing the room to go a bit darker. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him from behind. You squeezed your body up against his back and left little kisses on his neck and shoulders. You reached up to play with his hair once again and within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep.
After a few minutes, you carefully snuck out from behind him and got out of bed. You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently and left the room, closing the door behind you.
You walked into the kitchen, poured yourself a bowl of soup, and peeked at the medicine log as you ate. Painkillers every four hours. Steroids and antibiotics every eight hours. He slept for about an hour after each dose of painkillers so you jotted down that he fell asleep a few minutes ago.
You felt guilty as you ate. You should be eating with him. This was his favorite food and he can barely even open his mouth to eat right now. Why do you get the privilege of enjoying his mom’s food? You should be doing more to make him feel better. If you would just stay home, he wouldn’t be getting more stressed and irritated. You should be the one at home with him everyday making sure he gets what he needs.
After all, how many times has he stopped what he was doing to make you feel better when you were sick? Has he or has he not come home in between shows when he knew you missed him or weren’t feeling good? Does he not wait on your beck and call when you even mention you have a headache? You didn’t deserve him.
The negative thoughts continued racing in your mind until you forced yourself to stop. You dropped the spoon into your bowl and covered your face with your hands in defeat. You rubbed your face roughly a few times and snapped yourself out of it, deciding that while Josh was asleep, you could take a shower to try to relax.
You placed your bowl in the sink and snuck into the bathroom, being as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake Josh up. You took your time in the shower, letting the hot water relax your body and ease all the stress and aches you’d been holding in for the past week. It made you feel just a tiny bit better.
Just then, an idea instantly came to you and quickly, you finished in the shower and got out. You put on comfy clothes, tied your hair up, and headed to the kitchen once more.
You got to work. You pulled a small pot out of the cabinet and filled it with water. You heated the water just a bit and went into the linen closet to pull out a fresh washcloth.
You let the water heat up just enough before dunking the washcloth slowly into the water. You let it sit in there for a bit, making sure it was fully soaked and warm. As it sat, you poured another bowl of soup. Carefully, you took out the soaked cloth, squeezed out the excess water into the pot, and placed the damp washcloth into a second bowl.
You walked down the hallway with both bowls and quietly opened the door to your bedroom to see Josh in the same position you left him last.
You walked around the bed to get on his other side, the side he could see you on. You placed the two bowls on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to him. He stirred just a bit as you did so. You reached your hand up to rub his head and stopped mid air when his eyes fluttered open and you heard the tiniest whisper.
“Mama,”
You ran your hand over his cheek and leaned down to kiss him gently.
“I have something for you, okay?” you whispered, pressing your lips to the side of his mouth. He closed his eyes as you kissed him, wishing he could kiss you back, and opened his eyes up as you sat back up.
“Kay,” he whispered again.
You grabbed the warm washcloth from the bowl and brought it over to him. He watched as you did it. His eyes traveled from your face to your hands as you folded the towel and gently placed it on top of his ear.
The second it made contact with him, he sighed, closed his eyes, and melted into the mattress below him.
You held the warm towel on his ear, letting it work its magic as he laid there in bliss. After a few minutes, tiniest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. That plus the mixture of the painkillers kicking in seemed to do the trick.
Slowly, he started moving his jaw around. His movements started out small and timid but grew larger and with purpose as time went on. You watched his lips curve as he got more comfortable and didn’t feel much pain.
He opened his eyes and looked at you lovingly as a smile spread across his face, revealing just a little bit of his teeth. That was the first real smile you saw from him in a week. It wasn’t a full smile just yet, but it was progress. He looked like Josh.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. Thank you, Mama,” he said. This time, it wasn't in a whisper, and his voice wasn’t muffled due to the lack of ability to move his mouth. He sounded normal. He sounded like Josh.
“You hungry, Baby?”
“Starving,”
You leaned back to get the bowl of soup on the nightstand and held it out to him.
“You know your mom is just trying to help you,” you said.
“I know,” he sighed. “She’s just been a lot lately. We’re too much alike,” he said as he lifted himself off the mattress with his elbows and sat up, still holding the hot towel on his ear. You propped up pillows behind him, and he leaned back onto them. You put the towel back into the bowl and placed it on the nightstand.
He took the bowl of soup from you and his eyes lit up just a bit looking down at it. He rested it on his chest. He carefully took a spoonful, lifted the spoon to his face, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around it fully. The look of pure bliss on his face was something you hadn’t seen on him in a long time. He was in heaven right now. Within minutes, the entire bowl of soup was finished.
After he ate, you two talked a little more about him being more understanding and patient with her, no matter how annoyed he was. He sent her a sweet text to thank her and put his phone back on the bed side table for the rest of the night.
You collected the empty bowl from him and took it back to the kitchen. You cleaned up the rest of the soup, put it in the refrigerator, and jotted down that he ate on his mom’s chart. It was the first complete meal he ate in days.
You went back into your bedroom to find Josh still propped up just the way you left him. This time, his eyes were fluttering shut and he was fighting the urge to close them.
You removed the pillows from behind him and helped him lay down once again.
You got under the covers and cuddled up against him. You held him close, running your hands up and down his back under his shirt.
Before fully falling asleep for the night, he whispered, “Thank you for everything. I love you,”
You didn’t even have time to respond because before you knew it, after the week you’d had, you were exhausted and you were fast asleep too.
You woke up periodically throughout the night when your alarms went off to give him his medication. The two of you fell back asleep instantly after each dose.
When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining through the windows fully and you let out a sigh of relief when you looked over at the clock and saw it was 10:37 AM. Finally, you felt refreshed. You looked over at Josh, who was in a deep sleep. His mouth was slightly open and the entire right side of his face was smushed deep into his pillow. His legs spread all over his side of the bed, and yours. You crept out of bed and made your way out into the living area.
You got out a pot and started heating up water in it once again. You washed your face and brushed your teeth as the water heated up. You returned to the kitchen and placed the washcloth in the pot. You let the washcloth fully emerge and let it sit in the water for a bit while you made Josh tea and brewed a pot of coffee.
You were just about to pull the washcloth out of the pot of water when you felt hands around your waist and a set of lips on your neck.
“Morning, Mama,” he whispered.
His chest pressed into your back and he rocked you back and forth a little as he hugged you from behind. You felt his warmth instantly. He was the sun, after all.
You turned around in his arms and gave him a full hug, holding him tight. It was the first time you’d truly hugged him in a week. You missed this feeling more than anything. His body was warm, and comforting. It was everything you needed.
Your vision got blurry as all the emotions you had been bottling up this week started pouring out of you uncontrollably. You had been holding them in the best you could for days, especially around him- and with his touch, they all finally released.
Josh rubbed your back and kissed your cheek as you cried, letting you get it all out.
“Get it out, I got you. You’re okay, Mama,” he said reassuringly.
After some time, you broke away from him slightly. He held his hands around the small of your back and gave you the softest kiss on the lips. It felt like your first kiss with him all over again. His lips were soft and they wrapped around yours like two pieces of a puzzle. They were made for you and you missed them so much.
He pulled back and a full smile spread across his face.
Your heart melted as you looked at how good he looked. He was fresh out of bed and his hair was a mess but he looked well rested. That little ray of sunshine that had been hiding behind a cloud had come back out.
He wiped the tears from under your eyes and kissed your cheeks. He rested his hands on your jaw and his thumbs rubbed against your cheekbones. He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke.
“Hey,” he said softly, “It’s okay. I’m okay,” he assured you.
You sighed and brought your hand up to stroke his hair by his ear. Having him hold you, and kiss you, and hearing him say that after this past week lifted the biggest weight off your shoulder. You felt like you could finally breathe.
“I just missed you,” you admitted.
“I know, Mama, I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me. But thank you for being there for me. You’re incredible, you know that?”
He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you close to him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and held you there for a moment while he gave it little kisses.
He lifted his chin and leaned back. One hand pulled you into him by the waist.
“Now,” he began, “What do I need to do to make you feel better?”
“Can you just love me?” you asked sweetly.
“Of course, Mama,” he replied.
“After you brush your teeth,” you giggled.
“Hah,” he breathed out, blowing his hot breath into your face before laughing and turning around to head to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel off the island and whipped his butt with it as he walked away, laughing.
Author’s Note: I originally was not going to publish this but after the recent Rhinestone Diary, I had to. Please note- I am not making any claims about what Josh went through with his ear, COVID, or any canceled/rescheduled shows. Also, Miss Karen is wonderful and amazing. This is fiction.
If you liked this, please tell me all your thoughts! I’m not Josh lane so I hope I did him justice!
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Tell Me, Baby
Josh Kiszka X Reader
18+ minors DNI
Warnings: smoking (weed), graphic sexual content. unprotected sex, cockwarming, light dirty talk, I think thats it.
This was a request and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t struggle with this a little bit, it’s much softer than what I usually write. I hope you like it anon xoxo
You finished washing the conditioner out of your hair and turned off the shower. The day was finally over, thank fuck. If you were honest, what came next was your favorite part of every day. You'd go into your bedroom, cuddle up with your boyfriend, and both of you would talk about your day while you shared a joint. You toweled off your hair and wrapped your body in another towel. As you opened the bathroom door the smell of weed wafted in. You walked to your bedroom, pausing in the doorway,
"Joshua Michael Kiszka, I know you didn't start without me," you said, crossing your arms. He was in his boxers, sitting atop the covers with his back against the headboard, looking absolutely edible with a lit joint in hand. The record player was playing a soft tune,
"Sorry mama, long day." He said glumly as he took a drag. The shortness of his reply told you it had been a long day for him, he was usually much longer winded.
"Oh no," You cooed, sauntering over and straddling his lap. His tired, half lidded eyes followed you intently. "You want to talk about it?" You caressed his face lovingly, sliding your fingers into his hair and lightly scratching at his scalp as he leaned into your touch. He took another hit and then passed the joint to you.
"Not really, just the guys arguing over stuff in the studio," He replied as he rested his hands on your thighs, rubbing his thumbs in circles. You took a drag and passed it back to him.
"Is there anything I can maybe do to make you feel better?" You asked suggestively, grinding down subtly against him as you leaned forward to plant kisses on his neck. He craned his neck and hummed in contentment. His free hand moved up your thigh slowly, settling on your hip as you continued to slowly rock back and forth.
"I can think of a few things" he said, voice low and raspy.
"Tell me baby, anything your little heart desires," That earned you a small smile,
"Want this" his hand wandered to your core, running his fingers through your slick causing you to groan quietly. "Want to feel you wrapped around me," He paused, looking up to you with those beautiful brown doe eyes, "Is that alright?" Of course that was alright, did he even have to ask. You lifted yourself just enough to slide his briefs down his thighs, and then positioned yourself back over him, taking his half hard length in your hand. You lined yourself up with him and slowly sank down to the hilt. The both of you letting out soft moans. You started to move but Josh quickly stopped you, causing you to give him a confused look.
"Is-is something wrong?" You asked softly,
"No love of course not, I just want to feel close to you right now. So warm and wet for me, I already feel better" He replied. You realized now that he just wanted to stay like this for a while, and although you wanted to fuck him until you both came, you'd give him what he wanted, anything for your sweet Josh.
"You've never asked me to do this before, does it feel good?" you ran your hands up and down his abdomen, gently brushing your thumbs over his nipples, he sighed deeply before answering,
"Are you kidding? You know what you do to me Y/n, It's all I can think about some days, how perfectly we fit together, how lucky I am to be the one who gets to fuck this perfect-" He stopped himself, looking you up and down as you melted under his words, His eyes were now more blood shot and the room was getting a light haze. "And feeling you like this....fuck I just want to savor it." You leaned forward, kissing his jaw, careful not to burn yourself on the joint as he brought it to his lips. He placed it in the ashtray and grabbed your chin with his pointer and thumb, bringing your mouth to his. You slotted your mouths together as you slowly inhaled the smoke from his mouth down to your lungs. It was so unbelievably hot, you felt yourself subconsciously clenched around him and he groaned, "Mmm I can feel that you know" You exhaled what was left of the smoke, leaning forward,
"Oh, you mean this" You whispered teasingly, kissing him deeply as you repeated the action, intentionally this time. His grip on your hips tightened and he smiled,
"Stop it before I lose my composure and fuck you to sleep." he said as he gave your thigh a playful smack. You laughed and shifted just a little, tightening around him again. He took in a sharp breath through his teeth, and glared at you, you could feel him getting even harder inside you, "Oh now you're asking for it baby" He pulled you into him before flipping you to your back, your head now at the end of the bed. A laugh bubbled out of you as he attacked your neck and chest with kisses, and you could feel him smiling against you. The weed had finally hit both of you, and you could tell Josh was already happier. Your laugh transitioned into moans as he started slowly pulling out of you and thrusting back in, just as slow. One hand tangled in his soft curls, the other you had on his butt, trying to desperately coax him deeper, closer. The feeling of him finally moving was amazing after having had him inside you for so long,
"Faster Josh, please" You requested as you gently tugged on his curls, pulling him back to your lips. He gladly obliged, immediately his tongue was in your mouth, exploring it like he hadn't kissed you a million times before. You returned his enthusiasm, kissing him back just as passionately as he began to speed up his thrusts,
"Filthy aren't you?" You could hear the smirk in his voice, "Begging me to fuck you harder, is that what you want?" He asked you, nibbling at your earlobe.
"Yes, please Josh I want it" you groaned as he sat up and grabbed the pillow behind him,
"lift up," He tapped your thigh, prompting you to lift your hips slowly, his cock never leaving your core. He placed the pillow under your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist as he remained on his knees. He started thrusting again and used his grip on your hips to pull you harder with every movement of his hips. His breathing was starting to get ragged as he looked down at you, his eyes raking over your bare body, lingering where your bodies met. He always loved watching himself fuck you, "Touch yourself for me y/n, want to watch you cum on my cock" You snaked your hand down your body, making contact with your swollen sensitive clit. You let out a soft moan when you started to rub quick circles over yourself, "Thats it baby, you sound so pretty for me" Josh praised,
"You make me sound pretty, fucking me so deep, fuck," you barely got the words out, with Josh slamming into you and your hand working at your clit your orgasm crashed into you. You legs shook in Josh's hands and you were a whimpering mess as he worked you through it.
"Fuck, thank you mama," Josh said breathily, still pounding into you but you could tell he was close by the way his mouth hung slightly open and he licked over his bottom lip. His eyes were still fixed on his cock sliding in and out of you, his brows furrowed suddenly, "I'm going to cum, where do you want me?" He asked urgently. He always asked.
"Inside me Josh, fill me up, I need it" you begged. He growled at your answer, slamming into you hard before collapsing onto you, biting at your collar bone as he came. He remained on top of you as you both caught your breath. You waited a good while before finally opting to tease him a little,
"Are you going to stay here all night?" You asked in reference to him still full weight on you, still inside you. He giggled and sat up just enough to kiss your cheek, and then your jaw, finally sitting up fully and removing himself,
"I would If I knew I wasn't squishing you" He replied with a grin as he walked to the bathroom. You watched him walk away, his cute butt was something you always took the chance to admire. He came back in the room with a warm washcloth in hand. You hadn't budged from your spot atop the pillow and the climbed back on the bed. He gently cleaned you up, tossing the towel into the laundry basket and then beckoning you to climb under the covers with him. You cuddled up to him, or rather he cuddled up to you, resting his head against your chest under your chin, wrapping his arm over your waist to pull you close.
"Do you feel better?" You asked as you once again tangled your fingers in his now slightly damp hair and rubbed his back with the other hand. You barely caught his "Mhmm" as he was already starting to fall asleep. You smiled to yourself as you lowered your nose to his head and took in his scent before placing a kiss to his sweaty curls. He held you a little tighter and you felt your heart flutter at the fact of how much this man loved you. Before you knew it, you too were starting to drift to sleep, the troubles of the day having left you too.
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Down The Hall II
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: SMUT! minors DNI. 18+ only. marijuana use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), anal play (m&f receiving), slight spit play.
A/N: i write so much better after i smoke. enjoy. shout out to Whitney for inspiring this ily
You loved Sundays.
Especially ones in the spring. Where the sun was shining powerfully by the time you had stumbled out of bed. Bonus points if there were no clouds in the sky.
This particular Sunday, you had your blackout curtains pulled shut. Only a sliver of light peeking through.
The seasons were changing. Each day became warmer. Summer was so close you could almost smell it.
Your schedule for the day was perfect: to do absolutely nothing.
You pulled the covers from yourself, the brisk air hitting your bare skin immediately. Your bedtime attire consisted of a washed out t-shirt you purchased at the beach last summer, about 3 sizes too big for you. The shirt fell to the middle of your thigh. For bottoms, your favorite pair of sleep shorts from Walmart. You know, the white pair with red kisses all over them.
You sat up, placing your bare feet on the vinyl wood floors. Last night you decided to treat yourself to some self care. An “everything shower” you’d like to call it. You ran your hands down your freshly shaved, soft legs.
Sliding on your fuzzy bunny slippers, you trudged over to the small mirror hanging on your wall. You checked your appearance, rubbing the sleep from your eye and smoothing down the hair on the crown of your head.
In the background, you heard the soft rumble of voices coming from outside. The balcony doors in your living room provided beautiful lighting to cascade against your living room. Perfect for days like this when the sun shone through just right.
Curious to who your roommate had over, you peaked your head out the door. The voices were muffled, and the living room was vacant.
They must be outside. You thought to yourself.
As you walked closer to the sliding doors at the end of the room, the voices became nearer. Their bodies still not in view.
You wrapped your fingers around the handle of the heavy white door and gave it a good pull. The heat of the day hit your legs first, followed by the intense scent of weed traveling through your nostrils.
Josh had sat on the lawn chair. He wore a t-shirt from the local brewery, cuffed at the sleeves. Paired with gray sweat shorts. It was just warm enough for him to bust out the birks. He had a straggly red braid tied around his ankle with string.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Jake spoke, his voice gravelly from the smoke.
Jake’s back rested against the opposite side of the balcony. His legs were crossed at the ankle. He wore a pair of black jeans that had natural tears in them. On top, he had on a light washed denim shirt, frayed at the bottom from his DIY crop. No matter the temperature, the faded boots were always paired with his outfit.
You grinned to yourself, leaning on the balcony. You peered over the edge, looking side to side down the ends of the street, taking in the morning rays.
As you stood on your tippy toes to look over the railing, your shirt and sleep shorts lifted, the cuff of your cheeks peeking out the bottom.
Josh’s eyes flicked to your tan skin the moment he saw the fabric rise.
“Meow.” He turned to his twin to see if he noticed it too. They chuckled to each other under their breath.
You spun against the railing, leaning your back to it.
“What’s on the agenda today boys?” You glanced back and forth to them, Jake taking a hit from the joint first.
“I could think of a few things I’d like to do with you.” He exhaled the smoke and passed the joint across the table to Josh.
He accepted, and snickered at his brother’s innuendo.
“Oh yeah?” You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Good thing I’m free today.” You reached over the table, plucking the joint from between Josh’s fingers and bringing it to your lips. He watched you as he exhaled his own smoke up into the air.
The heels of Jake’s boots clicked against the concrete of the balcony floor. He sauntered towards you, stopping at your side, curling his finger under the hem of your t-shirt. He lifted the shirt slowly to peek at the skin of your hip bone. A tan line stretching across the bone from your bathing suit bottoms.
“I can imagine you’d clear your schedule for us anyway.” The pad of his pointer finger ran against the skin above the waistband of your sleep shorts.
His nose nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the smell of the shampoo from last night. Fresh green apples. His favorite.
“What do you say, Josh?” Jake used the knuckle of his index finger to angle your head up to him. “You want a taste?” He called over to his brother, but his eyes were trained on yours.
Josh was not as outgoing in this department, compared to his twin. He lifted himself from the chair, joining you against the railing. He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he placed a quick soft kiss on your cheek. His eyes were warm. They looked like they were filled with love. His grin was tight against his face, but sincere.
Jake took his last inhale from the joint before squeezing your cheeks together to form an “O” shape with your mouth. He formed a tight circle with his lips, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You sucked in a breath, inhaling the smoke and letting it burn in your throat. From the other side, Josh chuckled to himself, the high starting to creep up on him.
Jake stubbed out the last of the joint in the ashtray on the table, looking over his shoulder to you.
“Coming?” He called for you.
You answered by following him through the sliding door, extending your hand out behind you for Josh to grab onto you. His palms were soft and had a sheen of moisture to them, never feeling dry. The skin of his palms anywhere on your body was your favorite feeling.
In front, Jake ran a hand through his hair, leading the way down the hallway to your bedroom.
You and Josh giggled behind him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his palms splaying across your stomach as you tried to walk with him clinging to you.
Jake kicked your door open with the toe of his boot. You and Josh waddled together as he pecked kisses to your cheeks, his arms tangled around your waist.
“Let me see her.” Jake spoke.
Half of your room was dark, the light pouring in from the living room. He stood before you, his hands grabbing either side of your face. His thumbs swept across your cheek bones. He gripped your face, bringing it up to his direction. Jake scanned every inch of your face. You watched his eyes as they traced over your features. The pad of his thumb ran over your cupid's bow. His line of vision now locked on your lips.
“So beautiful, you know that?” Before you could respond, Jake attached his lips to yours. The kiss was slow. He was in no rush. He wanted to feel every second of your skin pressed to his.
You felt as if time had slowed down. Your brain was foggy and the world had stopped as Jake opened his mouth into the kiss. You felt his wet tongue lap over your own, tasting the inside of your mouth. He sent a groan into your mouth, you felt the vibration against your tongue.
He pulled you away from him by your cheeks. His eyes immediately find your swollen red lips.
“Feel how soft her lips are, Josh.” He called over to his brother.
Jake playfully tossed you to Josh’s direction. His big palms wrapped around your biceps, he lightly squeezed the muscle as he took in your eyes. You made sure to put on your most innocent face as you looked up to him. The one corner of his mouth began to curve up, his top row of teeth peeking out from under his upper lip.
His four fingers rested tangled in your hair behind your ear, while his thumb ran against your jaw. He brought your face to him before he pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was more needy than Jake’s. His lips, eager to feel your tongue slide against his. The room filled with panting breaths from you and Josh, as the kiss turned sloppy with desperation.
You took in the warmth of Jake’s body as he pressed into your back. They surrounded you from every angle. The tip of his nose brushed alongside the shell of your ear. You felt his fingertips snake up into your hair from the nape of your neck. He traveled up to the crown of your head and tugged your hair, causing your head to tilt back. Exposing your neck, Josh left open mouth kisses against your skin.
You whined in pleasure at the harsh pulls from Jake in your hair.
With gritted teeth, Jake growled into your ear, “Hear that, Josh? She likes when it hurts.” You tucked your lips between your teeth, trying to bite back your high pitched moans.
Taking you off guard completely, Josh slaps a palm against the outside of your thigh, the skin tingling where his hand once was.
They were both the perfect balance of gentle and rough. Sweet and sour.
The back of your head laid against Jake's chest, his fingers remained tangled in your hair.
With his free hand, he trailed down your chest, slowly running his fingers over your hardened nipples, hidden by your shirt. He reached the waistband of your shorts, where he slipped his fingers behind. He slid his hand down, running the pad of his fingertips over the soft skin of your lower lips. You arched your back, you ass pressing into his crotch, begging for his touch with your actions.
Josh’s hands found your face, bringing your mouth to his once more. You moaned into his mouth as his brother spread your lower lips apart with his index and ring finger. Jake used his middle finger to swirl around your sensitive clit. He played with it slowly, feeling the swollen bud move from side to side.
Your eyes were squeezed shut as your jaw fell open. Josh mirrored your actions, groaning right back to you.
As Jake rubbed between your lips, you stroked Josh’s hardened length over his shorts. You wrapped your fingers around him and lightly tugged over the gray material. He pushed himself into you, begging for your touch.
“Touch him.” Jake whispered into your ear, referring to his brother's hard cock resting in the palm of your hand.
You slipped your hand underneath the waistband of Josh’s shorts. You clenched around nothing at finding out Josh wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping around him. He tilted his head back, his lips slightly parted as he huffed choked breaths through them.
Your thumb swiped over his tip, gathering the pre-cum that had leaked out and swirled it around the sensitive skin.
Josh whimpered at the feeling. His brother trailed two fingers down your wet skin, circling your entrance before pushing his fingers inside of you. A guttural moan bubbled from your throat at the slight stretch. Jake pumped his fingers into you faster, your arousal beginning to leak around his fingers as you tugged at Josh’s cock with more force. Josh sucked a sharp breath through gritted teeth, fucking into your fist.
Jake's fingers curved into your walls, flexing them inside of you. You couldn’t contain the sobs from the way his fingers were making you feel. He continued these motions until you felt your cum trickle down the side of your leg.
“There it is. Keep going baby. Make a mess on the floor.” He growled into your ear.
He wiggled them faster inside of you, every so often tearing them from you to rub into your clit.
Your hand around Josh’s cock stilled. You squeezed his length in reaction to Jake playing with you under your shorts.
Your knees began to wobble, your orgasm taking over you fully. You felt the rush over warmth flow through your body, under your skin. Josh intently watched your face contort in pleasure as Jake held you upright around your waist.
He swirled his fingers around your sensitive bud, slower each time bringing you back to him.
The 3 of you panted in unison. The air in the room began to feel hot and sticky.
Jake patted his hand on the bed in front of you.
“On your knees for us.” He instructed and you followed.
In the middle of the bed, you arched yourself for them. Your ass in the air and your head resting on your folded arms in front of you.
Josh slid himself underneath you. Your arms slotted next to his head as you leaned down to slide your lips against his.
Jake situated himself between your legs from behind. His fingers wrapped around the waist band at your lower back, before bunching the fabric in his hand and yanking the shorts over the curve of your ass. He tugged them down until they were at your knees.
In front of you, you used one hand to untangle the knot of Josh’s shorts. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you looked to him for permission.
The sound of Jake’s belt buckle rattled from behind you as his pants dropped to the floor, stepping out of them one foot at a time. You felt the bed dip from Jake’s knees pressing into the mattress between your legs. His fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he flicked the tip through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around.
You whimpered softly each time he rubbed over your clit with his head.
Josh helped you pull his shorts down over his hips. His cock bobbing in the air from being free of all confinements. He pumped himself fully, his fist rolling over the tip completely. He thrusted his hips up into his own touch.
You wrapped your lips around the sensitive skin at the top, swirling your tongue around the curve. Slowly, you sunk your mouth down onto him as Jake pushed himself into you. Your moans vibrating around Josh’s cock.
Jake rammed himself into you hard. You felt the burn of his girth stretching your walls. He gripped your hips for leverage. Quick grunts spilled from his lips as he pounded you from behind.
Jake’s hard thrusts encouraged you to take more of his brother down your throat. Hesitantly, Josh placed his palm on the back of your head. He lightly pressed down against it, showing you he wanted you to go deeper.
From behind his toes curled as he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You came back up his length, sucking tightly until you reached the top, where you met his eyes while you flicked your tongue through his slit.
He threw his head back in pleasure as his eyes shut tight.
Jake placed a flat palm on each of your cheeks, spreading you for him. A trail of saliva fell from Jake’s tongue, landing directly on your other hole. With his thumb, he swirled the spit around your rim before pushing the finger inside of your ass.
The sudden sting of pleasure caused you to squeal around Josh’s cock. You left open mouth kisses down the side of his length until you reached his balls. You ran a flat tongue over them as you flicked your eyes up to meet his gaze. His eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, watching as you crept further down with your tongue to a place no one had pleasured him before.
You spread his thighs farther apart as he scooched himself down the mattress. With his heels digging into the bed, he spread himself for you, welcoming your tongue lower. Jake pressed his thumb deeper into you as he watched you explore Josh farther.
Josh’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the tip of your tongue rolled over his hole. You flattened your tongue, sliding it against him as he pressed into the back of your head with his hand. He arched into your touch as you swiped kitten licks against him.
“I’m gonna-“ Josh panted out, unable to finish his sentence.
Jake yanked your hair, jerking your body upright, pressed into his chest.
“Where did you learn something so filthy?” He grumbled in your ear as his cock slid in and out of you slowly.
With your arms no longer at his sides, Josh slid off the side of the bed, his cock bobbing up and down as he walked himself behind his twin.
“My turn, yeah?” He playfully slapped a hand against Jake’s shoulder.
Jake walked over to the side of the bed, stripping himself of his shirt. He stood next to you, stroking himself, watching you watch him.
“Turn around for me, pretty. Wanna be looking at you when I cum.” Josh called to you and you followed, flipping yourself onto your back. You laid your back against the bed, propping yourself onto your elbows and spreading your thighs for Josh to slot himself between.
With your elbows pressed into the mattress, you wrapped your fingers around Jake’s length, tugging at the skin. He inched closer to the bed. The tip of his cock bobbing in front of your face. You opened your mouth for him. Sticking your tongue out, he slapped the underneath of his cock against your flat tongue.
Jake slid his length into your mouth and you tasted yourself on his skin.
From below, Josh pressed his length between your folds, sliding himself through your wetness. You felt the curves of his cock run over your clit. Your hips twitched at the sensation, moaning around Jake’s cock. He pressed his hand to the back of your head, pushing you further down onto him.
You felt the tip of Josh’s cock push into your entrance. He pressed himself into you, stretching your walls in a different way from Jake. He fucked you slow, feeling your slick wrap around his shaft. Josh was more vocal with you, letting out drawn moans.
His thumb flicked over your clit as he thrust himself into you. He felt your walls quiver around his length. Your second orgasm bubbling to the surface.
What you couldn’t reach with your mouth, you used your hands to rub up and down Jake’s cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip each time you pull your mouth back.
With each thrust, Josh swirled another circle into your clit. Gradually picking up the pace until he heard your high pitched whimper carry out. He found that sweet spot for you. The hot pleasure began to form under your skin. Your legs went numb as your hole quivered around Josh, sucking him back in.
Jake pressed both palms flat into the back of your head while he thrusted his length against your tongue to the back of your mouth.
You loosened your throat, inviting him down further.
His cock twitched in your mouth as he felt his tip brush past your uvula. Jake was losing his grip. Before he could even warn you, his cock began to pump his cum into your mouth, shooting to the back of your throat. He lazily thrusted himself between your lips a few more times before slipping away from you with a pop of your lips.
Josh snuck his hand up under the hem of your shirt, plucking at your hardened nipples as he fucked into you.
Jake knelt to the side of the bed and smoothed your hair down. He leaned to you, placing a soft kiss to your lips. He tasted the saltiness of his cum against your tongue and sent a moan down into your throat.
You felt as Josh’s cock twitched inside of you, signaling he was close.
You detached your lips from Jake to find Josh’s eyes. You opened them wide for him, tilting your head down to look up at him through your lashes.
“Fill me up. Please, Josh.” You begged for him.
Those 5 words, coming from your plush lips, were enough to push Josh over in ecstasy.
He pumped his warmth into you, coating your walls. He fucked you through it, pushing his cum further up inside of you. You whined as you felt how slick your walls were, your cum mixed with his.
He slid in and out, slower and slower, until he pulled from you for the last time.
You whimpered at the loss of him.
With your legs still spread apart, Josh placed his palms against your knees, pressing them into the bed. He leant down until he reached your wet core, placing a soft kiss to your sensitive bud.
Jake ran a hand over your hair once more, before stepping away to allow his brother in.
Josh picked your head up from the bed, straightening your posture. He pressed his lips against yours, breathing deeply through his nose against your cheek. You felt the pure passion behind his kiss, tangling his fingers into the hair behind your ear.
He pulled from you to gaze into your eyes, getting lost in them for a few more moments than usual.
Jake clapped his hands together loudly, breaking you and Josh from the trance you were both in.
“Change of plans!” Jake explained across the room.
The two of you turned your heads into the longer haired twin’s direction. Confusion written all over both of your faces.
“It’s the Lord’s day,” he chuckled, “and we just committed about 10 sins that need to be confessed.”
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Redemption - Josh Kiszka x FReader
Summary: After an accident leaves you on the brink of death, the images of your life flash by while you’re in this limbo state. All the moments with the best friend you never got the courage to confess to consume you at the end. Now, all you can do is beg and plead for one last chance with him. Words: 3.3k
Warnings: Description of accident, language, mentions of death, alcohol use
Note: Ok so I know this fic is just super out of pocket, the idea came to me at like 2 am during finals week when my brain was fried, but I wrote it anyway. Also, I tried to not insinuate any religious afterlife specifications just because obviously not everyone has the same beliefs, so I promise I don’t want to offend anyone. I hope you all enjoy my weird fic!
There was no way to describe the way you were feeling except as saying you felt nothing. It was almost as if you were nothing. You were in an abyss of nothingness, but in a warm and bright way. It was comforting, not terrifying.
Still, you were vaguely conscious of the fact that this was…odd. Time didn’t seem to affect you, so you weren’t sure how long it took you to remember what happened to you.
There was an accident. It had poured so heavily the day before, but you and your two friends were on a hiking trip and determined to do a trail anyway. There was a small break in the rain and both you and Josh decided you should seize your opportunity. Jake had tried to be the voice of reason, but the two of you pulled him along anyway.
You were about halfway done when it was like the skies opened up and rain swamped you all. There weren't any good options for shelter, so you pushed ahead as fast as you could. By the time you made it to the final stretch, the downpour was thick enough that you couldn’t really see and mud kept trying to take hold of your shoes, but all you had to do was make it uphill and you’d be at the parking lot.
Jake and Josh were ahead of you, just far enough to be out of reach when you slipped. The path was narrow and slick. There weren’t any trees of substantial size along the edges. The combination of all those things ended with you sliding right off the edge of the cliffside.
The last vague memory you had is the sounds of screaming and the flash of fear as you plummeted toward a boulder below.
Despite the warm place you seemed to be in, cold panic started to seep into your veins. Were you dead? You must’ve hit your head on the way down, and now you were…no, no, no, you couldn’t be. You were a year away from finishing your undergrad, you had future trips planned with friends, and you hadn’t even told your best friend that you loved him yet.
Josh. What about Josh? You couldn’t die before you got to tell him how you felt. You had so many opportunities, but you never took any of them because you didn’t want to lose him if he didn’t feel the same. Hundreds of chances, but you always banked on there being a next time. Now you might've run out.
—--8 Years Ago—--
“Josh, I swear if you don’t put that back where it belongs, I will shave your eyebrows while you sleep!” You shouted, taking a good ten steps back from the curly-haired boy.
You should’ve known better than to agree to go to the creek with Josh. He and Jake had been begging you to come down here with you for weeks, but the weather hadn’t been very warm so far. Now that it was summer break, the three of you had ventured out here.
Not that you minded the extra time with Josh. Yeah, he was your best friend, but something was different lately. Though you had never talked about the feelings with anyone before, you knew it was a crush. You really liked this boy, even if he was kind of annoying and a bit of a weirdo.
He looked between you and the newt in his hands with false innocence. “What’s wrong? It’s not gonna hurt you. Don’t you like lizards?”
You held out an arm to signal for him to stay back. “I don’t love them, and also that’s not a lizard. Now please, just put him down.”
“It’s not? Here, why don’t you take a closer look just to check.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he lunged toward you with the small creature.
You let out a small shriek and took off down the creek. He followed after you instantly while laughing maniacally.
At some point, he either dropped or let the newt go, but it turned into him just chasing you. With the threat of the best gone, your competitive streak started to come alive and you would be damned if you let him beat you. Your legs were just a bit longer than his and you were fast. However, Josh was a ball of energy and he was rapidly gaining on you in the rocky terrain.
Just as his hand closed around your arm you tripped on a slippery rock and the both of you went down with a splash. The two of you kept laughing for a minute until if faded as a silent realization fell upon both of you.
Josh had fallen to where he was on his hands and knees hovering over where you lie on your back. His face was only inches from yours.
Neither of you were sure why the other didn’t move. Whether it was due to actual feelings or simply the curiosity of 13 year old kids starting to wonder about what it would be like to kiss someone, you couldn’t tell. You were stuck with your eyes locked on each other.
Unfortunately, you never got to find out what would’ve happened. You both hesitated a moment too long and Jake’s shouting grabbed your attention. He must’ve returned from his trip back to grab some water.
“Josh! Y/N! Dad said lunch is ready!”
“Coming!” Josh shouted back, scrambling up from his position.
He offered you a hand, which you took shyly, and started to brush yourself off. Neither of you said a word as you made your way back to the grassy lawn where you left your stuff. Jake was already gone by the time you two climbed up the bank.
“Hey, uh, do you want my shirt?” Josh held up the article of clothing.
He was smart enough to have shed it before you played in the creek. Still, his question took you aback.
“What?” You felt your face warm slightly.
He seemed to get a bit more embarrassed as he explained. “Well your shirt got soaked when we fell, so I just wondered if you wanted to borrow it.”
“Oh, um, yeah thanks.” You grabbed the shirt from him with a small smile.
As soon as it was in your hand, it hit you that you’d have to take off your shirt to change. And you were pretty far from the house. And there were very few trees along the creek.
Even at 13 Josh was a good guy. His manners kicked in when it mattered. Without you asking, he swiveled to face the field away from you so you could change and made a playful remark about keeping watch, even though it was highly unlikely that anyone would turn up.
You quickly swapped out your wet t-shirt for his dry one and poked him on the shoulder. “I’m done now.”
“Great, let’s go.” He smiled at you.
He was still quiet on the walk back. Normally, you could handle a comfortable silence with Josh, but this afternoon things were different. The two of you nearly kissed in the creek, you were wearing his shirt, and now you were noticing that he smelt oddly good for a teenage boy.
You would never tell anyone how much you regretted not kissing Josh. He would’ve been your first kiss. You ended up wasting it on some boy at a school dance the following school year, and you didn’t even really like him. But how could you have kissed Josh back at the creek when you didn’t think he wanted the same thing?
—--3 Years Ago—--
“Babe, you look absolutely stunning!” Jake’s girlfriend beamed at you after she finished doing your hair.
You flushed and blew a playful kiss at her. “Stop it, you look gorgeous! I can’t wait to see the look on Jake’s face!”
You and her had become good friends in the time she’d been dating Jake. She’d offered to do your hair for prom if you would do her makeup, and the two of you even went dress shopping together. It was kind of refreshing considering most of the time you hung out with the twins.
“I’m more excited to see Josh’s face. Seriously, there’s no way he’s just gonna sit there all night and keep calling you his best friend. He’s got it bad for you and this is gonna break him.” She smirked at you.
You rolled your eyes at her. “Not true.” It was, though. She had figured out your crush on him a while ago, but you would never admit it.
You and Josh were going to prom together, yes, but just as friends. You broke up with your boyfriend a few weeks ago, and Josh and his girlfriend had ended things around the same time too. That left both of you single and in need of prom dates. It felt only natural to go with your best friend, especially when you’d planned on going with Jake and his girlfriend as a group anyways.
“You know I don’t believe you, but I’d rather go see the proof now, so let’s go.” She winked and pulled you out of her room and downstairs.
As expected, Jake found his girlfriend to be extremely pretty and told her so at least four times. If you hadn’t been paying attention to their goofball romance, you might’ve noticed that Josh was looking at you like you were a shooting star, bright and rare, like if he blinked he would miss you entirely.
Once you stepped over to him, he blinked and cleared his throat nervously. “You look really nice.”
“Thank you, you do too.” You smile at him, trying to keep your voice even. He really did look good. He’d done his best to tame his wild hair and he even got a vest for his suit that matched your dress.
He offered you his arm and the two of you followed behind Jake and his girlfriend to the front yard to take pictures. Everyone’s parents were present, and millions of pictures of everyone and every combination of each were taken. For the next few years you kept a picture of you and Josh from prom in your room, along with your other favorites.
After pictures and dinner, the four of you finally made it to prom and everyone scattered periodically to mingle. Jake and Josh went to talk to some of their other friends, and you and Jake’s girlfriend did the same. Eventually, you all snuck out the back and drank a bit from the flasks you snuck in and returned to repeat the cycle of talking and dancing.
Of course it wouldn’t have been prom without the cheesy slow song thrown randomly in the mix. The four of you happened to have already been on the dance floor dancing to the upbeat song previously played, so Jake and his girlfriend almost immediately switched into slow-dance-mode. That left you and Josh. You were just thinking it would be the perfect time for a drink break when Josh held out his hand.
“Dance with me?” He asked with a grin.
You returned it and nodded. “Of course.”
As the steady ballad crooned from the speakers, you and Josh drifted together. His hand on your waist, your arms around his neck, you looked like every other couple on the dancefloor.
“Crazy to think we’re already here and graduating in like a month.” He chuckled.
“Oh, don’t go getting all sappy on me now, Joshy.”
“Can’t help it, I guess this music is just getting to me. Can I be honest with you?”
You narrowed your eyes at him and nodded. “Yeah?”
He chuckled under his breath for a moment before he sobered up a little. “Relax, it’s nothing bad. I’m just glad that I’m here with you.”
You felt the seriousness creep back into you then. “Me too. There’s no one I’d rather be here with.”
The thoughts you had been trying to push away for the past few months were threatening to surface. Graduation in May. Summer break in June and July. Then you’d leave for college in August. After that you’d be states away from your best friends and family.
Just tell him. Say it now while you have the courage. The small voice inside you was screaming, but there was enough of you too terrified to act. You couldn’t ruin prom and the whole summer together if things went south.
Instead, you settled for laying your head on his shoulder and mumbling “I’m going to miss you.”
—--Your 21st Birthday—--
Nashville was a fun place to celebrate your 21st birthday. Since you didn’t get to see your friends often, the three of you splurged on the event and decided to take a trip. While you had all been drinking way before it was legal, being able to go bar hopping was still exciting.
Needless to say, you were all drunk and having a blast. You’d spent the earlier part of the day sightseeing and exploring the city, but tonight was the real reason for the trip.
At the last minute, you invited your college roommate out of nerves. You had gotten lucky to have been matched with Katie, she was now a close friend of yours. That’s why you asked her to come. You hadn’t seen Josh since your last break from school and you were more than a little nervous. You kept in touch over the phone, but in person was different. You were still in love with him, despite the fact that you’d tried to fall for other people, so you brought Katie in case you freaked.
Unfortunately, you forgot about Katie’s weakness for long-haired men and Jake’s tendency to be a bit of a hoe (which you meant completely lovingly). The moment Jake started tipsy-flirting with her, her buzzed self folded. They had been talking for a good part of the night.
However, things between you and Josh were good. You two were cool. You were friendly for the whole day, and now that you were on the drinking portion of the trip, your crush was scaring you less and less. It was definitely the liquid courage in your veins.
It was the dancing at a club that took you all out. The alcohol finally developed its depressant effect and tiredness was beginning to seep over all of you. Thankfully, the Air BnB you rented wasn’t far and you all were able to walk back home safely.
Katie and Jake were dangerously close to making out on the couch once you’d returned, so you and Josh escaped to the balcony. The night air was chilly and the two of you snuggled close to keep warm.
“This is nice.” You murmured, a dreamy smile on your face.
“What is?” Josh mumbled.
“You being here. With me.”
“Hmm I like being with you too, baby.” He hummed happily.
You snuggled into his side. “I love you, Joshy. I wish you were with me all the time.”
He wrapped his arm tighter around you. “I love you too. You’re my best friend, just don’t tell Jake.”
Even in your inebriated state, his words hit you. Best friend. Nothing more. You suddenly felt less buzzed and giggly. You were starting to remember that you were just a girl who had loved her best friend since she was 13 and he didn’t see you as anything else.
Except that he did. You didn’t know it, but he loved you so much. He wanted to tell you that too, but you looked so sad when he said it back that he got too scared to say more.
The trip ended two days later and you all went your separate ways, no closer to the closure that you so desperately wanted from him.
—--Now—--
You wanted to kick yourself as your life flashed past you. So many chances with Josh. Now he would never know that you loved him and you would never know if he loved you.
This couldn’t be it. It couldn’t end like this.
Please.
Anything.
I’ll do anything for one more shot.
I’ll be brave this time.
I’ll make it count.
Please.
“Y/N?”
It was fuzzy, like you were underwater, but you definitely could hear it.
“Can you hear me?”
You couldn’t quite form the words, but you could hear more clearly now. There was a woman speaking.
“Can you hear us?” Another woman spoke.
This time you formed a hum that you hoped was audible enough to be taken as a ‘yes’.
“Do you think you can open your eyes for me?” The woman asked.
Everything was so heavy, but you tried so so hard. You felt someone brush your arm lightly, and realized you could feel it. You could hear and feel and holy shit that meant you weren’t dead. That was the little push you needed to open your eyes.
You were in what was definitely a hospital room and two women in scrubs were watching you carefully.
“Glad to have you with us, Y/N.” The older one smiled. “I’m Dr. Jones and we heard you stirring a couple minutes ago. You’ve had a lot of people pretty worried.”
“Where…” Your voice was thick and raspy, but after a moment it came back enough. “Where are they?”
The nurse answered as she was checking your vitals. “One of the two boys that brought you in went to the cafeteria a few minutes ago. They said your family was on their way. You’ve been out for almost two days.”
That thought made you nauseous, but then your mind went back to her first words. “Josh?”
The nurse smiled at you. “Yes, I believe that’s him.”
“Y/N?”
You looked over at the doorway to be met with the sight of Josh. He looked exhausted. His eyes were rimmed in dark circles and he just looked…sad. But he was your Josh and it was the best sight you’d ever seen for that reason.
“Looks like you’re stable and doing well, so we’ll give you two a moment. Just take it easy.” Dr. Jones said before stepping out of the room with your nurse.
Josh was at your side in an instant, tears in his eyes. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. We should never have went out there. They didn’t know if you were going to make it. We were so scared. I was so scared. I’m so fucking sorry.”
You placed your hand gently on his arm and shook your head. “It’s not your fault. I made the choice to go. It was just an accident.”
“An accident on the trip I planned. On the hike I suggested. Baby, I’m so sorry.” The tears were falling down his face now.
You slowly lifted a hand to his face. “You didn’t do this, Josh. You actually saved me.”
“No I didn’t. Jake’s the one that carried you in. I…I was too hysterical, I couldn’t calm down.”
“No, not that. I kept seeing you. I had to get back to you. I think that’s what brought me back.” You smiled.
“What?” He wiped at his eyes.
“I couldn’t go, Josh. Not without telling you that I love you. I’ve been in love with you for so many years, and I know this isn’t a great time to say it, but I’m too scared to wait for something else to happen.”
“You mean that?” He croaked.
“I mean it. I love you.”
A fresh wave of tears slid down his cheeks. “God, I should’ve told you sooner. I love you too. I love you so much, and I never want to lose you. I need you.”
This time you took your chance. You pressed a light kiss to his lips and he leaned into it. Sure, you wished the circumstances were different and you could really kiss him, but you would absolutely take this moment over the alternative.
You would spend the rest of your life making the most of your second chance.
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Bruise - J.M.K
Summary: You’re taking care of boyfriend!Josh afrer a weekend-long musical festival to find that he had been a little too slap happy with his tambourine — literally.
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x reader
Word count: ~ 1,000
Warnings: nudity, mild sexual content, tons n tons of fluff
Nights after shows were always most special for you and Josh, as it was during these times you cherished having a small piece of him that the large crowds of concert goers weren’t able to experience. Being a part of his post-show rituals was one of the most intimate things about your relationship. You adored doting on him any chance you got, and it was nights like these when Josh didn’t protest, as he always put every ounce of energy he had into performances, which meant requiring extra TLC. And tonight was no different.
The sound of running water flowing into the tub in the bathroom of the shared hotel room you and Josh had made your way to straight away after tonight’s performance. It was the second night of a weekend long festival and the moment he had stepped off stage, you sensed just how exhausted he was. Now, as your lips were connected and your fingers gently massaged into his scalp, he sighed into your mouth and you felt his body begin to relax for the first time in 48 hours.
“Thank you angel,” he murmured in between kisses, “I’ve been thinking about this all weekend.” You hummed in return as you began to plant soft kisses along his jaw and down to his neck while your fingers got started on his jumpsuit. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed as you worked the jumpsuit down his tanned skin, continuing your trail of kisses on his newly exposed chest. You successfully dragged the material down to his hipbones when he lowly hisses in pain, just loud enough for you to hear it. Alarmed, you immediately stopped your movement, meeting his eyes. He returned your concerned expression with a sheepish smile, almost embarrassed.
“I, uh,” he breathed a nervous laugh, “I may have been slightly over enthused with the tambourine this weekend.” He places his hands over your motionless ones to help slowly guide his jumpsuit further down his body to expose his hips. You sucked in a breath as you took in the sight of his right hip that was littered with a number of small purpleish red marks. Your mind instantly flicks to visions of Josh on stage, moving his head in perfect time to the music, curls bouncing, and his tambourine rattling brightly at the command of his muscular arms. Alternating between the palm of his hand and his hip, he struck the instrument to carry the rythmn of The Weight of Dreams while the crowd roars on in encouragement. Josh’s thumbs rubbing slow circles onto the backs of your hands snaps you out of your wandering thoughts and you find his eyes once more.
“Here, let’s sit you down,” you murmur. Josh doesn’t protest as you coax his legs out of the remaining piece of the suit with almost too much care, then motion for him to sit at the edge of the tub after you close the tap. He gave you a questioning smirk as you sank to your knees in front of where he was leaned against the bubble bath.
“Get your head out of the gutter, rockstar,” you jest, effectively easing the sexual tension in the air despite your suggestive position between Josh’s legs. He immediately throws his head back in a boisterous laugh in response, and you find yourself beaming back at him, admiring the way he glows in moments like this. Once his final giggles tumbled past his lips, he sighed and cradled your cheek gently in his hand, brushing away a few strays of hair in the process.
Your hand traced around the smooth skin of his chest, getting him used to your touch as it made its way to his hip. Continuing with your intention, you gingerly ghosted your fingertips along the surface of the scattered bruises. Without a second thought, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss on one of the purpleish marks, which you noted to be a stark contrast to the tan skin surrounding it. You contined the process for each and every mark in the area, with Josh slowly running his fingers through your hair in adoration. It wasn’t long before each of the bruises glistened from the trail of open mouth kisses you had left.
“So sweet for me,” he mumbles as you press your final kiss on his battered hip. His hand at the nape of your neck gently coaxed you to a stand so that your lips can connect once more. As your mouths continued to blissfully intertwine, Josh skillfully shed his boxers, cueing you to remove the rest of your clothes you had yet to shed. The two of you then made your way into the bath together, allowing the hot water and bubbles to fully envelop you. Josh’s arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him in the water until your back was pressed against his chest. You thought to yourself that this was exactly where you felt most at home. It didn’t matter if you were home in Michigan, in Nashville, or in a place where neither of you had ever traveled to before. As long as you had Josh, you were absolutely and positively exactly where you needed to be. Your head found its way to rest on his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to press a kiss to the soft skin below your ear.
“Feeling any better?” you question, running your fingers along his hip under the water to emphasize what you were referring to.
“Much better, thank you, doctor,” he chuckles into your neck before kissing it once more. You playfully roll your eyes at him before closing them as you start to drift off with your head on his shoulder still.
“I love you,” is the last thing you hear Josh whisper into your ear before the two of you doze off until the water in the bubble bath cools. At this point, you both were more than ready to dry off, crawl into the fresh sheets of the hotel bed, and fall asleep in each others arms until the sun rose again.
It was nights like these with Josh that you truly wouldn’t trade for the world.
A/N: Hello! This fic was inspired by an ask me and my friends found on here and we decided to each write a quick blurb about it. I know what you’re about to say— I KNOW I only post Josh fics but I quite literally was born in his lane. However, I do plan to do some Jake fics very very soon. Love you guys so much I appreciate any and all feedback. My asks are always open for requests, ideas, or just to say hello! <3
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Honey, you're familiar |Josh Kiszka
A/n: Little honeymoon pice for Joshy and…my first smut! This was a big undertaking and I honestly shied away from a lot of detail but I hope you enjoy regardless!
Warnings: smut (18+ please!)
The sun was warm on your skin and the waves gently rolling cleansed your thoughts. Finally, you were able to relax. After eight months of dress fittings, cake tastings, venue tours, and nearly every family member of yours voicing their opinion, you were finally able to spend some time alone with your new husband. You and Josh chose to spend a week at a beach resort in Costa Rica, deciding that it would be the perfect getaway and break from the usual hustle and bustle of your lives.
Today was the first official day of your stay here, and you were determined to soak up every second of relaxation you could. Josh had gone above and beyond while planning this trip for the two of you. He had settled on Costa Rica because it had both beaches as well as hiking trails, and little did you know before boarding the flight, Josh had also compiled a list of activities for the two of you to enjoy during your stay.
You were sat reclined on your beach towel, your eyes casted toward the ocean as they tracked your husband's movements. Josh was knee deep in the salty sea, a big grin stretched across his lips after realizing that his whistling had indeed broken your attention away from the book you were reading, the same book that he had teased you about bringing to the beach. You honestly weren't sure why you even brought the book as your eyes couldn't help but stray to your shirtless husband as he waded through the water, you couldn't even claim to know what was on the pages you were flipping through as the only thing running through your mind was the contour of Josh's body only a few feet away from you.
Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice Josh approaching you until you felt a few drops of cold water spread across your warm skin. Your eyes drifted up to Josh as he stood above you, water beads cascading off of him, his hair being the only thing still dry. You slyly turned your eyes back down to your book playfully pretending to pay no attention to Josh's presence
"You're blocking my sun babe." You were straining to hold back your smirk, trying to continue your ruse. You carelessly turned the page in your book, deciding that later having to search for your place would be worth messing with Josh
"Oh really? Is that what we're doing now?" Josh chuckled and when you only let out a hum in reply you expected him to have a playful jab to say to you, but what you didn't expect was to suddenly feel your husbands body land on top of you. His hand reached to pull the book out of your hands so he could toss it into your beach bag, so he could fully wrap himself around your body. His chin resting on your chest as his eyes crinkled at the corners due to the width of his grin.
"Josh you're freezing!" The words tumbled out of your mouth, entwined with your giggles. Your hands softly drifting across the top of Josh's strong shoulders, feeling the warmth the sun was leaving behind as it gleamed on his tan skin.
"Care to warm me up, mama?" Josh chuckled as your hand came up to gently shove his head away from you with a scoff
"I was reading something before you interrupted Joshua."
"Were you? I thought you would’ve been too busy watching me."
"How do you know I wasn't just watching the waves?" Your cheeks flushed the signature pink shade that only Josh has ever been able to turn them at the realization that he had caught you.
"I can always tell when you eyes are on me Y/n." Josh began to pepper kisses across your neck and chest, dipping down towards the top of your bikini, his lips stretching at the sound of the gasp that flowed through your parted lips.
This was too much. The warmth from both the beaming sun and Josh's sunkissed skin, his gentle hands dancing up your sides before dragging back down the same path, his warm and wet lips gliding across your sensitive skin. It was all becoming too much and if Josh did not get you back to the villa you were staying in soon the people currently visiting the beach were in for a very interesting sight.
You had quickly become putty in his hands and he loved it. A smirk becoming permanently etched onto his stunning features, smug as he could be. He lifted himself off of your body leaving you with a pout, as he started to pack up both of your belongings. You hurriedly shook the sand off of your towel before rolling it up and practically shoving it into the oversized beach bag.
“Sure you don’t want to spend a few more minutes here love?” As much as you loved Josh, sometimes you loathed how much he loved to tease you. It was like a trick he would so casually pull from his hat, knowing how it affected you, and satisfied by every little reaction he could pull from you.
“I’m sure.” You bit your tongue to hold back the snarky comment that would surely just land you more sarcastic comments from your lovely husband
Josh was a menace. Despite the walk back to the villa only being about 5 minutes, Josh was determined to tease you the whole time. A hand resting on your lower back that would occasionally dip lower a grip the skin of your cheek, the frequent soft open mouthed kisses he would place on your shoulder, his eyes that glinted with the sort of look only acceptable within the bedroom.
Finally, the two of you walked through the threshold of your home away from home. You slung the bag off of your shoulder, spun around to grab your husband’s face and yanked him into a feverish kiss. It didn’t take very long for Josh to respond, his kisses holding just as much urgency as yours, soon the two of you were so tangled you couldn’t tell where you ended and Josh began. Josh gently deposited you onto the plush cotton duvet, positioning himself between your parted legs once you had made yourself comfortable perched on the pillows.
You were buzzing with desire as Josh pulled away, his deep honey eyes tinged even darker with want as they gazed into yours. If you weren’t already hot from how flustered you were you would have sworn his gaze set you on fire. His head dipped down to continue what he started at the beach, leaving open mouthed kisses across your collarbone slowly gliding further down, your head falling back to give him more of you.
Your hands trailed his thankfully still shirtless back, instantly drawn to the taut muscles stretching beneath his soft skin. Josh’s hands traveled urgently up to rest at the hem of your bikini top, pausing his assault on your neck to raise a brow, making sure of what you were okay with. Your head nodded almost instantly and his hands began to pull the spandex fabric over your head. His hands were all over you, trailing over your breasts watching as your breath hitched when his fingertips grazed your nipples. Then he was toying with them, rolling them between his fingers, applying slight pressure, and even gently tugging on them all while watching your reaction with that smirk perched on his full lips
You were getting impatient and if you didn’t get Josh in the way you wanted him soon you weren’t sure you would make it through the ordeal. You started to squirm beneath him trying to get him to focus on anything other than his assault on your breasts.
“What do you want baby?” Josh chuckled deeply at just how needy you were for his touch. For him.
“You. Josh please.” You moaned breathily as your clothed center brushed the crotch of his swim trunks, still slightly damp from his time in the ocean.
“Me? But I’m right here darling.” Even now with you practically grinding yourself into him he still found this a fitting time to tease how much you longed for him. You could barely believe it.
“Josh I’m serious. I need you, now.” Your voice held a demanding tone alerting Josh that you weren’t finding the playful teasing fun anymore, that it was beginning to frustrate you
He immediately jumped into action, trailing the kisses down your body stopping just above the place you craved your husband the most. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your bottoms before pulling them down your legs, throwing them somewhere behind him. You breathed a sigh of relief that what you wanted since boarding the plane with your new husband was finally coming to a head.
Your moans tumbled out of your mouth as his fingers began dragging up and down your warm center, ghosting over your bundle of nerves. Your hands shot out to grab his wrist halting his movements, “No teasing please, just you.”
Josh gulped as his head vigorously nodded, your hands already tugging his swim trunks down his legs, once down around his ankles he kicked them off of the bed before turning his body back to your awaiting body.
Josh aligned himself with your center before slowly entering you, a loud moan leaving both of your gaping mouths at finally being one. He continued to push into you until he was fully inside and you were adjusted to him, he then pulled out leaving just the tip of him still inside you before plunging back into you. Your hands gripping his unruly curls as your feet crossed at his back to keep him as close as possible, his body pressed to yours as he thrust into your sweet spot continuously.
It wasn’t long before your breathing became heavier, your moans bouncing off the walls as Josh relentlessly pleasured you, Josh’s head hovered right beside your ear allowing you to hear his delicious moans and uttering of your name. You could feel your release approaching like a train, your eyes squeezing closed as your nails dug into the skin of Josh’s back, your body shaking with a loud moan as your release slammed into you. Josh rode out your release continuing to thrust into you until his release welcomed him soon after. You watched as his head ripped back, mouth falling open as his hips stuttered into you, he was beautiful and he was all yours.
Josh collapsed on top of you coming down from his high, your hands falling back into his hair scratching up and down his scalp. “I love you, Josh.” You whispered into to his ear, your voice raspy from the prior activities
He hummed as a grin overtook his features, Josh jumped off the bed before disappearing into the en suite, re-emerging with a rag in his hand to clean the both of you up. After you were clean he climbed back into the king size bed beside you, instantly curling you into his embrace and laying a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.”I love you too, mama.”
“I can’t wait for this to be every day of our lives.” You smiled up at him from your spot tucked into his chest
“Every day huh? You’re giving me a lot of work when I’m seventy.” He laughed as your hand came out to gently swat at his bare chest, your eyes rolling at his words before returning to your positions snuggling into his warmth, your eyes closing as josh began to softy hum a melody into your ear. You loved this man with all your heart and you knew that you would be happy with any version of Josh if it meant you got to spend forever with him. His teasing, his at times crazy antics, his life that never slowed down, the thousands of difficult things that came with the job he chose. It didn’t matter, you would embrace it all to spend forever with Josh beside you.
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If this is it now | Josh Kiszka X Reader | Part 1
Word count: 1.4K
Warnings: anger, breakup, sorrow, loneliness--basically everything that comes with a long distance break up.
Summary: It's not like him. It's not like him to not call, or to not text. But then again, after how little you spoke with him over the last few weeks, you were beginning to question if you really did know him.
The sun rose, spilling rays of crisp light upon your bed linens. You watched through squinted eyelids as tiny particles danced aimlessly in the light. To be so careless, drifting to the whims of the room’s draft–it was a peace that now only filled you with loneliness– it was beginning to consume you. Rolling over, you found untouched pillows and rested your head on the cool fabric, yet another indicator of the empty side of the bed. His impression wasn’t pressed into the sheets anymore and his scent no longer lingered about your home. It had been weeks since Josh had made the trip to London to see you. It was a strategic decision the two of you had made knowing that he would be swamped with tour dates and obligations before you both knew it. You knew that it was selfish to feel the way you did, but nothing helped to ease your sorrow.
Since the day he left, you could count the interactions between the two of you on your fingers, losing hope of hearing from him. So many calls went to voicemail, too many texts left unanswered or halted with short-changed responses that filled you with annoyance and longing for his attention.
“Josh, are you happy?” You send the text message with no follow up.
The early morning hours passed and you forgot that you had even sent it in the first place. You had moved from your bed to your couch, having trouble making yourself do anything of value. You spent most of the afternoon falling in and out of sleep, flipping through different shows to occupy you.
“What do you mean, baby?” You took a while to debate what to send as a response.
“Nothing, I hope you’re having a good day.” You withdrew completely. Today was your birthday–and from him? Nothing. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him, and in truth, you didn’t want to. You ached for his touch–anything that would remind you that he actually loved you and more importantly, that he wanted you, but he had forgotten about you.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? Can I call you after rehearsal? Shouldn’t last too long tonight.”
“I’m fine, Josh. I’m tired. Probably won’t be up much longer.”
“Josh? You never call me Josh–I’ll call you as soon as I’m done.”
You didn’t respond. Instead, you turned the phone over and set it on the coffee table, rising from the depths of the couch that had been swallowing you, much like the sorrow that had taken over. You brought yourself to take a shower and get dressed, and it did make you feel better, even if it was in the most miniscule way.
You had never felt this disconnected from him. Dread began to leak into almost every moment of the day, tarnishing your mood about almost everything. It was noon in Nashville, the time difference separating you both by seven hours. You knew that his promise would be broken as soon as any good idea filled the rehearsal space. You’d be long forgotten by then. You lost hope of interaction by the time seven PM rolled around in Nashville, setting your phone to ‘do not disturb.’ Your eyes burned from staying up so late for his attention.
“Sorry, baby, Got caught up with the boys–on to something great.”
You left his message drifting unanswered, just like the particles you had watched earlier in the morning, except this time the action was filled with unease and brokenheartedness. You drowned yourself in the nearest shitty bottle of wine you could find, falling asleep halfway into the bottle. Your arms and legs splayed sloppily over the edge of the couch, your tv flashing images upon the pale walls of your living room. You woke up to find your carpeted floor stained dark red, the wine bottle having tipped over from your restless sleep. “Fuck!” You spat the words at yourself. You wobbled to the hallway, grabbing a washcloth from the linen closet and wetting it in the nearest sink before returning to the stain, dabbing at it the best you could. Just as you expected, the stain only feathered into a larger blob as you wiped, ruining the carpet further. “Goddamn it!” You shouted, flinging the dripping rag at the nearest wall, watching as crimson liquid spattered upon the surface before dripping miserably all the way to the floor.
Your phone rang just in time to pause your outburst. Josh’s contact picture popped up–it was a photo of the two of you, him pulling you in from the side, kissing you on your cheek. His eyes pinched closed with a bright smile. The photo that filled you with butterflies now filled you with anger. You both couldn’t have looked happier in that moment, and it was true. You remembered that day with a longing that tore you apart.
“Hello,” You said, pulling the phone to your ear. Your voice was coated with grogginess and sleep.
“Hey–I know it’s about two o’clock your time, wanted to check in.” Two?! You pulled the phone from your ear, checking the time. 2:09 P.M.
“Oh, uh. Wow, didn’t realize it was so late,” you responded, offering a half chuckle. You reached up with a free hand to absently scratch at your scalp.
“Slept in, didn't you, sleepy head?” Josh’s tone was light. He seemed to be trying today.
“Yeah, we’ll say that.” Your responses were short and they didn’t give Josh much room to respond, making conversation hard. In truth, you really didn’t care. You wanted him to feel the way that his lack of communication and care had made you feel.
“So I wanted to say sorry about last night. We got caught up and I just didn’t want to reach out when I knew you’d be aslee–”
“It’s fine.” You cut him off promptly, knowing the script all too well.
“Y/n,” he contested.
“I can’t do this today, Josh. I just can’t.”
“You can’t talk to me?” He asked simply, the words setting you ablaze.
“That’s fucking rich coming from you. You forgot my fucking birthday!”
There was silence on his end and you were sure he was looking at the date. You waited for him. “Oh my god.” Another silence, then a drawn out sigh. “Y/n. I am so sorry, baby. I-....I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” His voice sputtered nervously, stopping and starting, finally giving up when he had nothing better to say.
“You don’t just fucking desert your girlfriend when you become busy, Josh. Do you realize how selfish that is? You’ve whittled me down to little more than a pen pal.” Both ends of the phone call remain silent for several excruciating seconds. “Even when you were here, you were distant. You couldn’t even focus when we were fucking–” You stopped yourself from drilling further. You had even hurt yourself.
“I was jet lagged and stressed–dealing with tour preparation, execs breathing down my back. I didn’t mean to-”
“Cut the bullshit, Josh,” You cut him off mid-sentence. “ Something has changed between us, and it’s fucking killing me. I just don’t know how much longer I can be strung along begging for the attention that you can’t give. Living halfway across the world doesn’t help.”
“Y/N. Why are you doing this? I love you.”
“I love you more than you could possibly understand, Josh–But loving me just isn’t enough anymore. I feel unbelievably lonely in this relationship.”
“Are we really doing this over a shitty phone call right now, Y/N? I can fix this. As soon as the tour is over I will come see you.”
“Josh, just stop. You won’t be able to see me until July. I don’t think I can pretend for that long.”
“Pretend to love me?” He asked, growing more and more upset.
“Pretending to act like this relationship is going to work. The distance is hard enough, but with you touring and making the new album…there’s just no room for me.”
“Y/n, please don’t do this. Not like this.” He pleaded with you through the phone.
“Goodbye Josh.” There was so much more that you wanted to say, but if you started, you’d never stop crying. It was the last bit of humility that you would keep.
“Y/n…baby. Y/n? Y–” Your thumb hesitated over the button before you finally ended the call. Though the phone weighed only mere ounces, it felt like a bag of bricks, weighing you down into the floor.
End of Part 1.
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