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Thinking about them today 🧡

I Was Born to Love You

A Josh Kiszka X Reader story. Part 1.

A gracev0609 / losfacedevil collaboration

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, breeding kink.

What started in @losfacedevil and I's DMs manifested into this lovely treat.

“I’ll have the eggs Benedict, thank you,” you told your waiter while looking at your partner Josh,” And I'll do the French toast, thanks.”

You sat on the patio of your favorite brunch spot in the city, the sun was warm on your back thoroughly heating up your sweater clad body.

Listening to the hum of the traffic on the street and the chatter of the other restaurant patrons, the both of you sat in comfortable silence. You reached forward to grab your mimosa from the table and you felt the familiar sting between your legs indicating that Josh had been there all morning. Impatiently awaiting your food to refuel your bodies from your exertions you heard your phone ding numerous times in a row. Picking up your device you discovered that you had text messages from your best friend Janelle. Quickly you opened your phone, eager to see what she had sent you. She was so close to her due date with her first baby, a little boy. Once you clicked on your text message thread you were met with the most beautiful smooshy red face. Three red heart emojis sat on either side of the newborn's name, Benjamin Thomas.

“Josh! Look! Janelle had him! He's so precious,” you cooed at your phone before handing it to him to see for himself.

He grabbed your phone from your outstretched hand, you watched his face as he studied the screen. His eyes softened and a small smile grew on his lips.

“Benjamin Thomas. That's such a beautiful name for a beautiful boy. I'm so happy for her, baby. When can we go visit? I'm sure you're dying to meet him.”

A smile lit up your face,” I am! Let me text her and see when she will be up for visitors.”

Josh handed you back your phone so you could text your friend and set up the visit. He sat patiently as your phone buzzed and dinged a few more times,” She said next Thursday will work best. We don't have anything going on, right?”

Josh pulled his phone out of his pocket to check his calendar to make sure you were free for the day she suggested.

“Nope, the days totally free.” He clicked add event and input Meeting Benjamin Thomas into his calendar.

Once your food came you both eagerly inhaled the delicious savory sweet breakfast. With his mouth full of one of the last few remaining bites he asked,” We don't have any other plans today, correct? We should head to Target so we can get some stuff for Bennie.”

You looked up from your now empty plate,” Bennie? You're nicknaming him already? He's only been here for an hour.” A small chuckle escaping your lips,” Of course we can head to Target, they have a huge baby section.”

He opens his wallet and throws more than enough money down on the table, placing the corner of the bills underneath the empty mimosa glass,” We should get a present for Janelle and Logan too, a little congratulations of sorts.”

You both gathered your belongings and headed to his truck, eager to shop for the newest member of your inner circle.

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“Look how stinkin’ cute and little this is!” You gushed, holding up a newborn sized onesie to show Josh. His eyes were dancing along the wall of tiny socks, his moms voice echoing in his mind about how little ones never have enough and lose them just as much. He turned his attention to you, eyes lighting up at the smile that kissed your lips. The onesie was the size of your forearm - he wasn’t sure he had ever seen clothing that small before.

“Toy Story? Already trying to brand him as a Disney kid?” Josh chuckled, scooping two packs of white socks off of the peg wall. You rolled your eyes, already prepared for his reaction and placed the onesie back down on the rack.

“What do you suggest then, lover boy?” You crooned, the smile never leaving your face as you continued to sift through the clearance rack that had caught your eye. Josh made his way over to you, tossing the socks into the shopping cart before sidling up behind you. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and wrapped an arm securely around your waist, slipping his hand up underneath your sweater to caress your stomach. Reaching forward he pulled a set of two outfits off of the rack, two solid colored pair of pants and two shirts with elephants on the chest.

“How about something less flashy - I don’t think Janelle wants Buzz Lightyear on her hands just yet. What size do we even get?” He chuckled, eyeing the tag that sat just behind the collar of the shirt. You shrugged your shoulders, unaware of just how big or small Benjamin was.

“You can’t go wrong with zero to three months, he might swim in it for a little bit but he can grow into it.” You took note of the way Josh danced his fingertips along the length of your stomach, there was something sensual in the way he caressed your skin.

You let your mind wander as you picked out a few more outfits for your new nephew. The feeling of Josh wrapped around you paired with the smile on his face and the excitement sparkling in his eyes sparking the thoughts in your mind. You had always wanted to be a mom to one little one, maybe two if you were convinced. But Josh had never mentioned children, the thought and subject never coming up when you had briefly spoken about the future; a picket fence and a rose garden sure - but never babies.

“What about this one?” The feeling of Joshs nails scratching across your stomach pulled you from your thoughts and sent a soft shiver down the length of your back. Pulling a deep breath in through your nose, you blinked a few times, trying to focus your vision on a onesie he held in his hand, a light blue onesie with tiny Mickey Mouse heads scattered about the fabric. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as the realization set it.

“It’s perfect! Now let’s get out of here before we spend more money than we planned, this is Janelle's baby after all, it would be totally different if it was our own.” A soft smile spread across your face as you watched Josh’s eyes widen slightly as the thought of having a baby of your own sunk into his mind.

Josh’s mind was reeling with the thoughts of little ones. His eyes danced up and down your figure as you meandered through the rest of the store, pushing the shopping cart now full of baby essentials in front of you. He let his mind wander, the thought of you falling pregnant, carrying his baby that his seed help create scratching an itch in his brain that he didn’t know existed - one he wasn’t sure what to do with. Thoughts of you with a swollen, pregnant belly at the forefront of his mind, how beautiful you’d look, the glow you would carry from carrying his baby had him rolling his neck and cracking his knuckles to bring himself back down to earth.

“You okay back there lover boy?” You called over your shoulder, soft giggles escaping you at the sound of him cracking his knuckles - a nervous tick you had come to notice. Josh swallowed hard, nodding his head vehemently before speaking up.

“I’m okay, sweets. Just thinking.”

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Once you arrived at your shared home both you and Josh unloaded the backseat of his truck, and hauled everything into the spare bedroom.

Dropping the bags of clothing, stuffed animals, bottles and pacifiers at your feet,” I think we bought too much. I know Janelle is going to laugh when we come in with all of this stuff.”

Josh came up and wrapped his arms around your frame, his fingers settling at the small of your back,” We had to spoil our first nephew. He needs everything we got him. Clothes, essential! Diapers, essential! Blankets and toys, definitely essential.”

You chuckled in agreement, but your mind was stuck on our nephew. He was right, you had been together for quite some time, you lived together, you shared so many aspects of your lives. Total entanglement .You and Josh were a little family and it was feeling right to navigate life with him. You were starting to feel the pull of wanting more with him.

“Hey, you know I love you, right?” The soft tickle of his fingertips against your skin was starting to make you feel hot.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead,” Of course I know sweetie.”

Leaning forward you pressed your body flush against his,” No, I love you. I want to make love to you baby. Now Josh.”

A grin appeared on his face as his eyebrow cocked in surprise at your forwardness,” Lead the way hot stuff.”

You led the way through your house and into your bedroom, Josh's eyes studied your body as you walked in front of him, he couldn't help himself as he imagined your body, curvaceous from carrying his baby. He couldn't help the rush of blood to his groin as he thought about how divine your body would look, how sexy he would find you.

Josh guided you back onto the bed, his body blanketing your own. He whispers into the crook of your neck, his voice thick with arousal,” God, you're so fuckin beautiful.”

He pressed his hips into yours and you could feel him hard against your heat,” I need you baby.”

“You have me Joshy, you have all of me.”

His hips bucked into yours once those words left your lips. You grab the hem of your sweater and pull it up over your head hastily, exposing your chest covered in lacy fabric.

“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes focused on your breasts.

“You want me to strip for you baby?” You crooned as you slid further up on the bed nestling into the pillows.

Josh sat back on his knees, nodding his head and palming his erection, as he watched your fingers unclasp your bra and slide your leggings down your figure. He quickly joins you in your nakedness and starts to get you ready for him by swiping his fingers through your slick. A choked moan rips from your throat as he rubs circles around your swollen clit. Once you're sufficiently turned on he slips his middle finger inside of your tight heat, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

“More! Please!” You arch your back away from the mattress.

“I'll get there baby, don't worry. I know exactly what your body needs.”

After another moment or two of your whining and panting he adds another one of his fingers. He curls them up into the spot he knows so well, the spot that makes you almost instantly unravel for him. You bellow his name, long and low like a warning.

“You're gonna cum for me Y/N. I can feel it, let me have it baby.”

A few more curls of his fingers and the waves of your orgasm come crashing down on your body, soaking Josh's hand.

“Fuck, you're stunning when you cum.”

He crawls up your body, positioning himself over you. You peer down at his thick veiny length, his head red and flushed sticky with precum, it doesn't matter how many times you see him like this it never fails to make a rush of wetness pool between your thighs.

“Inside, please baby, I'm aching for you,” you whine and grab at his back, willing him to come closer.

Josh gives you a sweet smile before pressing inch by inch inside of you,” Don't I always give my girl what she needs?”

“Always.”

He lets you adjust to his girth, as always, and starts to pump his hips slowly. Once he feels you fully relax around him he increases his pressure and speed which makes his orgasm start to bloom in his stomach. He struggles not to get lost in your warm wetness, and the thought of how incredible it would feel to cum inside of you enters his mind. His cock twitches and throbs inside of you. All he can think about is filling you to the brim. To feel his warm load envelope his sensitive length as you quiver around him moaning his name.

“Are you close already Josh? I can feel you throbbing.” Pulling him down by his shoulders to get closer to you.

He whines into your neck,” I am. You feel. So. Good.”

You clench hard around him and he thrusts unevenly into you, his breathing is labored and you feel it on the damp skin of your neck,” I'm so, so close baby, I know- I know I always pull out but what if, just this once. Fuck. Please baby, let me cum inside you.”

Your mind hazily goes through the list of pros and cons and all you can really come up with is how badly you want to feel it. To be so incredibly intimate with him.

“ Yeah, Joshy please baby. Do it, I want it. I need it.”

He places sloppy wet kisses on your neck before he whimpers through gritted teeth as his orgasm takes hold.

“Oh my God, Josh, fuck I feel it. It feels so good baby. I fucking love you so much.” You pull his face to yours kissing him with so much passion. His teeth clank against yours as he devours you, little moans escaping as he comes down from his high. Finally he pulls away and you stare into his droopy adoration filled eyes.

“Fuck, I love you Y/N.”

Reluctantly he pulls out of you, his eyes hone in on your dripping core, committing it to memory. You watch his ass jiggle as he makes his way to your master bathroom, emerging after a few moments with a hot steamy wash rag. He climbs back into bed and gently cleans up the mess he made between your legs. You close your eyes and breathe deeply at the sensation on your sensitive flesh. Once he was satisfied with the clean up he folded the rag and put it on his nightstand, before leaning into your tired body and scooping you up in his arms.

You nuzzle into the warm skin of his neck, inhaling his scent. Sweat, sex, and Josh. His fingertips are softly gliding up and down your back when he whispers into your hair,” Thank you for letting me do that baby, I feel so connected to you right now.”

You lean your neck forward and kiss his chest,” I do too Josh,” a soft smile forms on your lips,” you gave me all your love.”

“All my love.”

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“I don’t know how to hold a baby.” Josh chuckled lightly, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. Janelles eyes lit up at the innocence that radiated off of Josh, the nervous giggles and shaky tremor in his hands at the mentions of holding Benjamin. You rested your hand against his lower back, glancing up at him through your lashes and watched as he gently nibbled on his bottom lip.

“It’s easy, babe. Here I’ll help you.” You squeezed his side gently and nodded in the direction of the living room where the rocking chair sat. Josh led the way sheepishly, glancing over his shoulder at Janelle who stood in the kitchen doorway gently rocking the sleeping babe in her arms. His heart swelled with adoration for the woman, the little bundle in her arms being something both she and his best friend had created making his heart soar.

“Bum down, please.” You giggled, pointing at the rocking chair. You glanced over your shoulder, your gaze following where Josh was staring. A soft smile spread across your lips as you watched your best friend cooing at the baby in her arms.

“You’re gonna meet your Uncle Josh, okay? Mamas gonna let him hold you so you can say hi.” She kept her voice light and ran the tip of her finger gently over Benjamin’s cheek.

Your mind wandered as you watched Janelle sit on the barstool behind her, resting her tired body as she waited for you to swoop in and scoop up the babe in her arms. You couldn’t help imagining yourself in her position, still slightly swollen from the creation of the little human in your arms as you rocked them gently. How Josh would swoon over the both of you, never letting you lift a finger as you learned how to breastfeed and pump, encouraging you when you felt like you couldn’t. Holding the both of you as you fought to help the baby latch, running his fingers along your bare back in soothing motions. The way he would then be the one teaching his brothers how to hold a baby, showing them the ropes of being a father like every big brother should.

The tap of his fingers against your backside shook you out of your thoughts and sent a soft shiver dancing down your spine as your eyes refocused on the scene in front of you. A smile spread across your face as you turned to Josh and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she? The way she’s just glowing with love and excitement. I can’t wait for that to be us one day. Now, bum, down, please!” You repeated your earlier command as you turned at the waist and grabbed the boppy pillow behind you.

Josh did as he was told, perching himself on the edge of the rocking chair. Soft giggles emanated from your chest as you turned back and saw his eyes widen at the thought of what was about to happen. Putting your hand on his shoulder you gently pushed him, a silent request for him to scoot back before placing the pillow across his lap.

“What’s this for?” He poked the pillow, turning his attention towards you.

“I know you, once we put Benjamin in your arms you’re not going to want to give him up. Babies may be little but man does six pounds get heavy to hold after a while.” You giggled, turning on your heel and walking over to where Janelle stood.

“Baby, please.” You cooed, holding your hands out in her direction. A soft smile spread across Janelles face as she leaned forward and placed Benjamin’s swaddled form into your awaiting arms.

“Hi my baby, are you ready to meet Uncle Josh? Now I have to warn you, he’s a little nervous so please don’t cry if he jostles you, he doesn’t mean it.” Janelle rolled her eyes gently and stood from the barstool, quietly excusing herself to the restroom as you made your way back to Josh.

“See how my arm is? Rest it like that against the pillow.” Josh did as he was told, his eyes wide with wonder as you kneeled down and placed the baby into his arm. Josh cradled Benjamin’s tiny form, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he reached up and ran his finger along the baby’s cheek.

“Hi Bennie, I’m so glad you finally decided to join our group, you were giving your mama a real run for her money, did you know that?”

You sat on the floor at Joshs feet, your eyes full of love and adoration as you watched him get comfortable and began to rock in the chair. He continued to talk to the sleeping babe, anything that came to mind slipping past his lips amongst the cooes of how cute Benjamin was.

It was then that you truly knew you had to make him a daddy. There was something in the way he cradled Benjamin against his chest, the gentle touches and the tone of his voice that struck a chord in your heart. Your mind wandered to scenarios in which he held a baby - your baby - as he walked around the house doing the most mundane tasks. How he would turn to Logan for advice on what to do and how to wear a baby carrier, how to make sure his girl was well taken care of as she recovered from giving him the best gift ever.

Benjamin’s cries shook you from your thoughts and you turned to Josh who’s eyes had grown wide. He began to shush the little one, tapping his bottom in the way he had seen Janelle doing when he fussed earlier. You rose to your feet, bending at the waist to try and soothe the baby as well.

“What do I do?” Josh's tone became a little panicked, not wanting anyone to think he was the cause of the cries.

“Don’t get upset, they feed off of us. Let me see if she has a bottle ready for him. Just keep rocking and tapping, crying for a few minutes isn’t going to harm him any.” You pressed a soft kiss to Josh's forehead and straightened up, turning on your heel and took off in the direction of Janelle's room.

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“See, you’re a natural!” You cooed, reaching over to pinch Josh’s cheek - something he wasn’t very fond of.

You both still sat in the car, now parked in your driveway as you regrouped from the night you had. A soft yawn escaped him and he nodded gently before turning slightly in his seat.

“Babies are hard work, aren’t they? But they’re so worth it. Did you see how Bennie just took to me? He’s such a calm baby. Maybe one day it could be a challenge we could take on.” You nodded softly, only half listened as you mind wandered to just a few hours prior.

“Look at him, he’s such a natural.” Janelle's eyes shone with love as she watched Josh unbutton the top two buttons on his shirt and laid Bennie's cheek against his skin, the baby calming down almost instantly.

“You should have seen him feeding him while you were showering. He was so cute burping him after every few ounces because ‘I think I remember my mom doing this with Sammy when he was a baby.’ And the way he wouldn’t take his eyes off of him, telling him all sorts of stories as he fed him.” A smitten smile grew across your face as you rested your chin against the palm of your hand.

“You’re right, he would make a good daddy - especially seeing him now in the element. When are you gonna let him do it?” Janelle asked, her eyes trained on the way her best friend was rocking her little boy back to sleep. You shrugged your shoulders, turning your head in her direction.

"I'm not going to lie babe, watching you grow your family, and now meeting your son. It's all looking so appealing. I think if I do the whole family thing, I'd want to do it with him. But the conversation hasn’t ever really come up." You mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear. Janelle reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her eyes lit up with love and adoration.

“I think now would be a good time to talk about the future. You’ve been together four years I don’t think he’s going anywhere any time soon. The worst he can say is that he doesn’t want kids but by the looks of that, I don’t think that’s the case.”

Janelle gestured to Josh, his head leaned back against the plush cushioned back of the rocking chair with his eyes shut gently, humming a tune to the now sleeping baby resting against his chest.

The image of Josh walking around with his own baby strapped to his chest filled your mind. How he would have to have the fabric wrap tied so tightly around his body, making sure the little ones head was resting against the skin peaking out through the v style cut in his shirt. Resting his hand gently against the babies bottom to secure the baby against him. Puttering around the kitchen as he prepared lunch for you and him, talking to the baby about what he was doing and how the day was going while he did so.

The sound of a snap next to your ear shook you out of your thoughts and you turned your attention to Josh. A soft, dreamy smile spread across your face as you reached out and cupped his chin with your fingers. He cocked his head to the side slightly, enjoying the way your thumb felt dancing over the expanse of his lips.

“Let’s start now.” You cooed, your gaze meeting his now wide eyes. His mouth fell open slightly, his thoughts racing through his mind.

“What?” The word slipped past his lips on a huff of breath, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the thought of cumming in you without the fear of the consequences.

“Let’s start now, babe. Let’s…let’s put a baby in my belly.”

A sinister smile spread across Joshs face as he leaned forward and captured your lips with his, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip as a soft growl emanated from his chest.

A moment of clarity snuck through his arousal, and you were met with his big soft brown eyes looking into your own,” Are you sure? You really want to have a baby with me?”

You pressed your lips to his quickly,” I do babe, I really do.”

Josh wasted no time in getting you into the house, a soft and mischievous smile caressing his lips as he bent at the waist and tossed you over his shoulder. A squeal of delight slipped past your lips as you accepted the defeat and wrapped your arms gently around his waist to keep yourself steady as he made his way towards your shared bedroom. His free hand roamed over the back of your thigh, pinching at it through the thin fabric of your leggings.

He was gentle with you, reaching up to place his hand against the small of your back and lowered you slowly, laying you against the plush mattress. He raked his eyes down the length of your form and pulled his bottom lip tightly between his teeth as his eyes landed on your stomach, thoughts of being swollen with his baby dancing in his head. A low whistle escaped him as his eyes found yours and he leaned forward, tugging on the bottom of your shirt and let it go quickly - causing the fabric to snap up towards your chin. Soft giggles emanated from your chest as you pushed yourself to sit and rid yourself of the soft material that covered your upper body.

He connected his lips to yours and wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he slowly laid you back against the mattress, climbing up with a knee on either side of your hips. He worked slowly across your cheek and down your neck, pressing the softest kisses to your warm skin. He let his hand trail slowly down your chest, the tip of his pinky finger and thumb just barely caressing the flesh of your breasts. Your back arched at the sudden contact and your hand found the back of his head, tangling your fingers into the mop of hair he loved so dearly.

“Gonna love me so good.” You mumbled, mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions as he slowly kissed his way down to your stomach. The cool tip is his nose dancing across the skin bringing you back to him and your eyes sprung open, glancing down to where he was beginning to curl his fingers around your leggings.

“So, so good. Gonna love you like you’ve never been loved before.” He spoke quietly between his kisses and he slowly peeled your leggings off of your skin. His eyes grew wide as he realized you had decided against wearing panties this morning, and a soft moan escaped him as he cupped his hand around your heat. Your body jolted at the sudden contact, your legs clamping around his arm involuntarily as you gauged his reaction.

He chuckled lowly and pried your legs apart, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh. Josh ran his fingers through your folds gently, pressing them dangerously close to your entrance before retreating to focus on your clit. You kept your eyes on his, the wonder of what daydreams were dancing through his head tingeing your thoughts.

“What do you say, gorgeous? Gonna put a baby in here?” You cooed, resting your hands gently against your stomach. Joshs eyes rolled back and a loud groan ripped past his lips as he removed his hand from your body and he quickly shimmied his pants down the length of his legs. Pushing yourself up once more you reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock, giving him a few gentle pumps. He pulled in a deep breath, and reached out, placing his hands against your shoulders to steady himself as you worked him gently. Your eyes never left his face as you moved your hand at an agonizingly slow pace, loving the expressions that played on his face.

A shudder ran down the length of his body as you rolled your thumb over his tip, and his hand shot from your shoulder to your wrist, his eyes shooting open to find yours. He shook his head slowly and removed your hand from his cock, laying you back against the bed gently.

“Too good to me.” He mumbled, placing a hand on other side of you head and braced his weight against them. He moved his hips slowly, tracing the tip of his cock along your slick folds and his eyes fluttered shut as he lined himself up with your entrance effortlessly. Reaching down between your bodies he gently cradled his cock and slowly pushed into you. A satisfied sigh slipped past your lips as he filled you, stretching you in the best way as he bottomed out and rested his forehead against yours.

He began to move his hips slowly, rearing his hips back until he was almost fully withdrawn from you before slamming back into your in a hard thrust and pulled a near scream from your chest. His movements halted and he waited for your sign to keep moving. You took a minute to process what had happened, the rough thrust not his typical move and you sighed lightly before placing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Okay?” He mumbled, unsure of if he had hurt you or startled you. You nodded lightly, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair, tugging it at the roots. A low growl escaped his and he began to move his hips once more, setting a quick and to-the-point pace. His hand was hidden between your bodies, working quickly against your clit, knowing he wouldn’t last long and not wanting to leave you high and dry.

“Gonna give me it all?” You rasped out, focusing on the way his fingers quickly pulled you to the edge of your high.

“Every last bit. Gonna put a baby .. my baby in you.” His words matched up with the thrusts of his hips. Your orgasm hit you quickly, his name slipping past your lips as you fought your eyes open, staring up into his lust blown ones as you contracted around him and quickly pulled him off the edge. Soft moans escaped his lips as he came, and his hips came to a halt as he buried himself as deep inside of you as he could, spilling his seed to fill you fully.

Josh’s chest heaved and he collapsed gently against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He pushed himself up quickly, eyes scanning the bedside tables for the package of baby wipes you always kept handy. But you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back down against you.

“Wait, don’t leave me yet, stay in me just a little longer.” You cooed, pressing soft kisses against the side of his head. Josh’s breath caught in his chest but he lowered his body against yours and rested his head against your chest, reveling in the feeling of your fingers against his shoulders. His mind wandered to his fantasies, wondering if this would be the time he got you pregnant.

“I love you, so much. But this is uncomfortable.” He mumbled against your damp skin, letting his eyes flutter shut and pushed himself up, rolling his eyes at the giggles that escaped you.

You laid your head down on his slightly damp chest, your head bobbing up and down with his heavy breathing. Your bodies were spent and satisfied, you felt the overwhelming sensation of the love you have for him blooming in your chest,radiating out into all of your extremities. Hopeful visions of you with a stomach, swollen with a baby bump filled your head as you pressed your body against his. You shifted your hips and draped a leg over his, you smiled contently into his skin as you felt the dull ache paired with the slickness of his cum between your legs.

Josh's hand came up to smooth your hair, his fingers gently rubbing your scalp making you purr.

“ I love you so much,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion, “ You are my everything. If I am your sun, then you are the flowers that bloom in the rays. You compliment me and complete me.”

Josh turns his body towards your own, to face you. He glides his palm from the side of your body down to press gently against your lower stomach.

“I really hope we made a baby.”

You smiled and leaned in to gently kiss his plush lips, “ If not tonight, then we just keep trying lover boy.”

Josh leans in and nips at your bottom lip, “ Don't tempt me baby. You've got me hooked.”

You giggle sweetly and push him to his back, and you move to straddle his waist. You sit down right above the base of his cock, where he can feel your wetness against his skin. You feel his cock start to stir underneath you as you run your hands up his chest, digging your nails into his pecks slightly. You glide your fingers up his neck as you lean forward to get closer to his face. Softly you cup his cheek in your hand and he nuzzles into it.

You whisper, softly so he can just hear you, “ I hope our baby gets your eyes.”

A soft smile plays on his lips, you dance your fingers up around the curve of his cheek, softly tracing the bushy hairs of his eyebrows, “ and I hope our baby gets your eyebrows.”

Josh hums in agreement as your fingers trek down the bridge of his nose to the tip of it, tapping it softly, “ I hope our baby gets your nose.”

You drag your thumb across his bottom lip, pulling softly so he opens his mouth. You gently prod at his two front teeth, “ And I really, really hope our baby gets your smile.”

Your eyes meet his once again and you notice they're slightly glassy and filled with adoration, devotion and most of all love.

Fin.

Part 2

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gracev0609 · 18 days ago

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Beautiful beautiful beautiful ❤️

Break of Dawn

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: josh needs a break from the mayhem, & you know the best place for it.

Word Count: 3k+ (more of a blurb, i suppose. nothing too crazy.)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY very soft dom (m), unprotected p in v, oral (f! receiving), fingering (f receiving), a little dirty talk, some praise, a little overstimulation, outdoor sex, brief mentions of smoking weed & a little drinking, fluffy fluffy fluff.

a/n: i was heavily inspired by break of dawn by Michael Jackson. so, you should definitely give it a listen as you read. i hope you enjoy. 🤍

“There’s no sun up in the sky, I can see it in your eyes. I won’t stop ‘til the break of dawn.”

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He thrives on the gifts of the earth — the sun and moon are the sources of his innermost energy. But as of late, it hasn't been as easy for him to seek the outlet that gives him the most peace. A rigorous tour schedule has left him feeling the solemn effects of not being allowed his quiet, sacred time within nature.

A noticeable change in him demanded that you search high and low for a moment to pull him away from the chaos of his brutal itinerary.

Alas, the time has finally come. With a brief few-week break from his strenuous world tour, you allotted plenty of time to aid in his much needed reset with his most treasured source: nature.

You’d had stayed up until the early morning hours to be sure everything was ready for your adventure. A little basket lunch, wine, and a bit of Mary Jane will make for the most superb additions to your outing.

You woke him up this morning, already donned in your flowiest summer dress — the white one with tiny yellow roses stitched in the chiffon fabric — pulling him from his sleep with the news of your relaxing arrangements for the day.

And you knew some time traversing the Black Lake Forest would brighten the inner depths of his spirit. And when you told him of your plan, he nearly leaped at the idea. There was an instant jolt in his new-found quiet demeanor. His tired eyes lit up again — they became Josh’s again. That familiar warmth they’d always carried, but momentarily became lost when the stresses of his career became a bit too overwhelming for his delicate soul.

He practically flew out of the safety of your satin covers to quickly get ready. He fluffed his hair before throwing on his cotton lined t-shirt, his favorite khaki cutoffs, and finished his attire by adding his most cherished opalite mala beads and a brown bandana tied around his neck.

Your eyes followed his every move as he got ready, admiring his effortless beauty while he moved around the room in sheer Josh-like grace.

You love him, and you love the breathtaking soul that lies amidst his gorgeous exterior. You love his sensitivity, his empathy, his connection to the earth that transcends a mere appreciation for its beauty.

His soul is one with nature, and that is precisely why he’s been in a slump as of late. He needs to feel the grass beneath his feet, the wind through his curls — he needs to find his grounding. And that is precisely why you knew he’d need this today.

And, you were right.

As soon as he parked the Gladiator just along the outskirts of the forest, near a charming, quaint river with a quiet flow of its stream to the lake, off his shoes went, along with his inhibitions. It was as though you could physically see the anxieties held within his being blowing away with the wind, disappearing into the stratosphere. An impossibly heavy weight being lifted off of him once his skin met the cool ground.

A beautiful afternoon lunch, a glass or two of Rosé, and a little herb inhaled deep in your lungs, Josh has at last settled himself perfectly into to his truest form.

He’s seated with his legs crossed, warm, honey eyes closed while he practices a deep meditation. The sounds of the chirping insects, the calm breeze brushing against the full leaves and wild bushes, his deep and slow breaths that mimic the speed of the wind.

With a deeply rooted sigh of contentment, he opens his eyes again, locking them with yours while he takes your hand.

“Do you hear that?” he asks with a tender, soothing voice. “That glorious music?”

“Josh…,” you tighten your hold on his hand, feeling the combined beating of your hearts in every finger that is intertwined with his, mimicking his doting smile. “I love you, but there’s no music playing.”

“Listen…”

Almost as if the universe is in cahoots with your curly headed lover, right at this very moment, the trees bustle a little louder, the whistling wind blowing a soft melody through their foliaged branches. The water, catching the light of the early moon — a million sequins sewn into the waves — sings its steady flow down the bank. The birds harmonize together, their lovely goodnight tune plays from their place in the starlit sky. “That is our music. Come, dance with me.”

Before the words can even settle in your mind, he’s sweeping you up from your resting place on the blanket. Laughter spills from your lips as the world tilts — but before you can fall, his steady arms find you, catching you in the spin of it all.

He holds you snug against his warm body, swaying you back and forth to the rhythm of Mother Nature’s song. Her soil against your bare feet feels cool, yet warm all at once. She’s inviting, alluring. And yet, still not nearly as alluring as your sweet love.

You nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, basking in his patchouli and cedar aroma, letting it fill your every sense.

With a gentle hand, he takes your chin and tilts your face. On his lips, a silent plea to meet with your own.

And of course, you oblige without a hint of waver.

He kisses you deeply, longingly, as though he’s starved for your taste. The tiny whimpers and groans you make are reciprocated right back to you. You swallow every sweet sound he emits, eliciting more from him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and run your fingers through the fluffy curls that lay against his neck.

And as he kisses down your jaw, nipping and licking away at the skin, your head falls back and your body nearly collapses from the feeling. His arms fold around your waist, keeping you upright while his lips, prickly from a few days without shaving, tickle the skin in the wake of his kisses.

“So lovely in this light,” he mutters, his warm breath decorating the skin beneath your ear as his lips leave the tiniest of kisses. “Always so lovely, but…,” he leans back, allowing the full vision of you to encompass his line of sight. His eyes hold the weight of a thousand love letters, every one of them addressed to your erratically beating heart. “This light paints you more beautifully than anything Van Gogh could ever create.”

His name falls from your lips in a distant whisper, a hushed plea as your body is tingling with an intense yearning for him.

“Love when you say my name like that,” he hums. His hands fall to your trembling thighs, reaching up under the skirt of your dress, cupping the rounded flesh of your ass before he hastily lifts you off your feet.

Your legs hug his waist, your arms fold tight around his neck as his plush lips meet yours once again. He carries you a few steps back to your soft blanket laid out on the ground.

He lowers you both down ever so gently, being sure to keep a tight hold on you before your back meets the lush duvet. He slowly pulls his lips from yours, hovering just above you while his heavy-lidded eyes — glowing against the evening musk — drink you in.

“Turn over for me, baby,” he tells you, his voice like the calm breeze gently blowing the loose pieces of your hair. “On your tummy. Hips up.” The sweetest voice, demanding you do the most provocative things. Elating, mesmerizing.

He places a wet kiss on your temple before you obey his request, helping you flip your body over so your back is facing him, your cheek comfortably resting on the blanket beneath you.

With firm but delicate hands, he slowly raises your hips off the ground, pushing the fabric of your dress up so you’re nearly on full display for him, your white cotton thong doing practically nothing to conceal your most intimate parts.

“Baby…,” he sighs, deep and full, melting eager kisses to the backs of your thighs as he drags his lips upward, your heart fluttering in beat with your soaked pussy as he creeps closer and closer. “You’re so pretty, lover. So pretty everywhere.”

You're uncertain whether it's the weed, the Rosé, or the sublime embrace of Mother Nature enveloping you, but each touch seems magnified. Every movement, every word he speaks sends an electric jolt surging through your body. Lightning of the greatest voltage.

And when his lips, ever so delicate and soft, meet your dripping center, you feel a surge of pleasure cascading down your tremulous thighs, your fingers grasping at the blanket and reaching forward to weave through the cool blades of grass.

He teases you, lips sucking deep kisses to your desperately wet core through the very thin cotton, your body physically, almost involuntarily beseeching for more from him.

“You’re all tremble and breath, my love,” he huffs, at last hooking two fingers under the string of your thong and gently pulling it to the side, the cool breeze against your skin demanding the goosebumps to rise on every inch. “Shivering, soft and slow for me, hm?”

You feel his palms, damp with a thin layer of perspiration, grasp at the fronts of your thighs, pulling you closer. He buries his face deep into you, his tongue plunging inside of you while his fingers hold a tight grip on your supple flesh.

The rush of air escapes your heaving lungs as he at last connects with you, his hums and moans intertwining with yours in a symphony of pleasure.

Your body is no longer your own — it belongs to the wind, to the trees, to him. He devours you like a man long starved, tongue slow and firm as he laps at your dripping center with infinite care. Every motion is love, every breath he takes a hymn whispered into the folds of your body. He groans into you like he’s tasting divinity, like your flavor is something sacred, even more so than the earth.

When he flattens his tongue and draws a long, steady line up your heat, your arms reach further into the grass, your body folding into the blanket with a helpless cry. He slides two fingers inside you without warning, and your hips jolt even further from the earth beneath you. He works you open with a rhythm too precise to be accidental, curling them just so — searching, finding. The coil inside you tightens, winds, burns hot beneath your skin.

“That's it, pretty girl,” he mutters against you, his lips brushing your soaked folds between every praise. “Let go for me. I want to feel you shake – give me an earthquake.”

And you do.

You unravel like soaked velvet between his fingers, thighs trembling and breathy voice crying sobs and moans. You try to crawl away from the oversensitivity, but he only hums and presses a kiss to your clit, holding you there — grounded and trembling.

Only when your cries taper off and your body slumps in surrender does he finally lift his head. His lips and chin are glossed in you. He wears it like warpaint – proud and determined to be glossed with you.

Josh hovers over your back, his hands dragging the hem of your dress further up your waist until the fabric pools just beneath your ribs. He bends down and presses kisses along your spine, featherlight and slow, hints of stubble tickling your skin, making you twitch with overstimulated nerves.

“Stay with me,” he whispers, kissing the back of your neck. “I need to feel all of you.”

You turn your face to look at him over your shoulder, catching the way his curls glint in the moonlight, how his eyes are alight with that gentle fire that only burns only for you. “Take me, baby,” you whisper, your lungs still lacking proper air to speak. “Please.”

And just like that, he’s guiding the head of his cock to your entrance, nudging slowly through your soaked folds. The sound of him sliding in is obscene, though nearly drowned out by your gasp as he pushes deeper, inch by aching inch, until his hips are flush with your perked ass.

He stays there for a moment. Still, fully buried. You can feel him throbbing inside of you, each pulse of his dick accompanying his own staggered breaths.

“Fuck…,” he exhales, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. “You were made for me, baby. Carved by the earth, kissed into form by the wind...a gift from the goddamned universe.”

He starts to move, slow and deep, grinding into you as smooth and gentle as the breeze blowing through your hair. It’s not hurried, not frenzied. It’s grounded. He’s following the rhythm of nature – inadvertently or not – keeping in tune with the songs of Mother Earth.

The way he pulls out almost completely before sliding back in has your lips parting in a silent cry, your body arching like a flower stretching toward sunlight.

He’s everything – he’s the sun, the moon. The life rooted beneath the grass. The whispered wind, the constellations.

He’s everything you could ever need.

And you need more.

“Deeper,” you whisper, not even sure you can take it, but needing it anyway. “Don’t hold back, Josh… please.”

He growls, low and raw, and grips your hips tighter, his pace quickening now, more purposeful. The soft rhythm of skin meeting skin echoes against the trees, mixing with your ragged breaths and the wind-swept melody that surrounds you. You feel the way his body shudders each time you clench around him, his gorgeous moans falling freely into the night air.

“Look at you,” he breathes, pulling your torso upward so your back meets his chest. One hand slips up your front, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress, fingers teasing your peaking nipple through the thin chiffon. “So ethereal, so transcendent. Taking all of me, just like the good girl you are.”

The praise makes your stomach twist with utter need. You roll your hips into his, grounding yourself against him, chasing that high again. And when he slides his hand down your stomach, fingers finding your swollen clit, you damn near sob from the pressure building inside your tummy.

He holds you there — standing, trembling, connected to him while he circles you just right. “That’s it. Let go again. Give it to me, baby.”

Your bliss hits like lightning in a storm — searing and sudden and splitting you completely open. Your entire body convulses as you cry out, every nerve ending alive.

Josh is right behind you, spilling into you with a moan that sounds like worship, like blissful ecstasy, like home.

He doesn’t pull out. Not yet. Not while your bodies are still pulsing in sync. Not while your hearts are still thumping in harmony with the wind.

It's all so profound, evoking a sense of vitality and unity with your spirit, as well with his. You feel one with him, as if your souls are floating above your physical forms, connected somewhere in the ether.

You turn your face to his, your cheek brushing his as you whisper into the hush between heartbeats, “This is why I brought you here… so you’d remember.”

His breath catches, and you feel his arms tighten, as if he's afraid to let the moment slip away. “Remember what?” he murmurs, voice hoarse and breathy, spent.

“That you’re not just made of noise and pressure and tour dates,” you breathe, lips grazing the damp skin of his neck. “You’re made of wild things. Of soil and sky. Of water and wind.”

His chest heaves behind you. You can feel it — his spirit exhales, blowing the last bit of pressure into the wind.

“You needed to come back to the ground, Josh,” you say, turning in his arms just enough to meet his eyes. “And I wanted to be the one to bring you home.”

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The stars have since almost disappeared by the time you both collapse into each other, your bodies tangled like vines, breathing shallow and slow. The trees sway above you with the early morning breeze, whispering lullabies through their leaves. A language that only you and Josh could understand.

His head rests on your chest, his curls tickling your chin and the tip of your nose. Your fingertips trace a gentle path, a line from his neck to his shoulder. He’s still inside of you, and neither of you are in any rush to change that.

The chilly wind cools the sweat still clinging to your skin – a chill glides up your spine at the feeling. And just as your body shivers, Josh’s body does the very same. Connected.

You each hold the other a little tighter, offering a warmth that can only be found in the embrace of the other.

An owl calls out in the dark somewhere in the near distance, crickets chirp to a beat written all on their own. The air smells like earth, aromatic wildflowers, and sex.

You kiss his temple, feeling his lips curl in a smile against your skin. “Thank you,” he murmurs, almost too quietly for the trees to hear. “For giving me back to myself.”

You don’t say anything in return, simply because some feelings cannot be limited to words. You only hold him tighter, your fingers dancing along his velvet skin.

Eventually, he rolls to his side, pulling you into the crook of his arm. You rest your head there, where his heart rests beneath his exterior. You listen to the steady beat as it keeps in perfect time with the world around you.

The dawning sun bathes you both in gold, the ground beneath you becomes your sanctuary. You both stare up at the sky, saying nothing – saying everything.

And before sleep takes you, just as your eyes begin to flutter shut, he speaks one last time with a raw and gentle voice. “I’ll remember this, when I’m far from the trees. When I can’t hear the wind, when I can’t feel the ground.”

You nod against him, laying a lazy kiss to his skin.

Because you know –

you gave him peace; he gave you forever.

Here, in the heart of the forest, beneath a golden sky, you stay this way. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, surrounded by the pulse of the earth. As the first birds begin to sing, the earth holds your secrets — and your love — buried safely beneath the roots.

The both of you, held fast until the break of dawn.

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a/n: let me know what you think! i thought this was a sweet little piece — i hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it. 🤍 i’ve missed writing josh SO much, ugh.

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#you know exactly what this means to me #this was perfect #just the Josh i needed today

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