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Second Chances

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: I’m so sorry for all the Josh fics but he seems the be the only one who fits my ideas atm. I promise to get another Jake and Sam one out there eventually. Bear with me!

Word Count: 8.3k

WARNINGS: 18+ mature content, graphic sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (f & m rec), fingering, praise kink, spitting, hair pulling, a bit of a mustache kink, language, FLUFF! this is a more gentle, sweet fic:)

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Your hand shakes so vigorously as you sign your name on the papers at the car rental counter that you’re shocked when the receptionist hands you the keys. Your phone vibrates in your jean pocket and you give the clerk an apologetic smile as your pen scrapes across one last form. With a bag in your hand, you head for the doors. Your rental car isn’t exactly ideal, with rust infecting the edges and dents along the passenger side door, it looks like it survived a zombie apocalypse. But it will get you to Frankenmuth, so you cram yourself in and prepare for the hour and a half drive.

To say you were surprised to receive a call from your high school bestie Robin, would be an understatement. In fact, when you heard her voice on the other line, you nearly dropped your coffee in the middle of downtown Manhattan. It had only been five years or so since you’d walked across that stage, cap and gown on and diploma in hand, but it felt like a lifetime ago. It was strange for your class to already be arranging a reunion, but you weren’t complaining. You knew your boss–Sara– wouldn’t mind giving you a few days off to return home, as you had only taken two sick days this year. You felt like you deserved a bit of a break–even if that “break” included spending time in your childhood prison cell.

It’s around 4pm when you arrive at your parent’s house just 15 miles out of town. You’ve been home plenty of times before to attend family gatherings, holidays, and occasionally some birthdays. But you haven’t entered the town itself since you left it. It’s silly, but you could never bring yourself to do it, so you’d take the back roads, windows down, blasting music from your specially made playlist with a smile on your face.

As you tug your bag out of the back seat, you already hear the front door opening. As you turn around, you’re greeted by two overly-excited parents. It takes only a few seconds before your mother has you wrapped in a bear-hug, her body gently rocking yours as she strokes your hair. When she finally releases you, your dad scoops you up. It’s brief, but it does the job.

Your parents leave you to get situated in your room, and when you enter, a wave of deja vu sweeps your body. It’s always the same as you leave it, a time capsule you get to revisit when you’re lucky. You posters still hang on the walls surrounding your bed, neither you or your parents having the guts to remove them. Books still line your shelf, all sorted neatly by genre categories. Your box of vinyls are placed under a desk, dust creeping over the covers. Your window sills still have the same flower-patterned curtains that they did when you were just a girl. Despite your friends making fun of them as you grew up, you were too sentimental to just tear them down and throw them away. 

You’re examining the room, your eyes occasionally stopping on something that brings back a fond memory. When they scan over your night stand, time seems to freeze. A framed picture is set up on the wooden surface, slightly facing towards your bed. Two kids, a girl and a boy, are waist deep in the water, their skin dotted with water droplets as more fly through the air. Their mouths are open, screaming and giggling as the water hits their faces. Suddenly, you’re transported back six years to when that was taken. You can recognize those damp curls anywhere, even if the sun is blinding the camera and blocking half of him out. You can remember that day like it was just last week, and the fact it still feels so recent, sends shivers up your arm. 

After you pick your jaw up off the floor, you cross the room and immediately bring the picture to your face. It’s clean, like it was just recently set there. The tip of your finger traces the frames, the corner of your lips tugging into a smile. You had to have been only 16 or 17 at the time, making Josh the same age. That summer was the best of your life, a forever memory engraved in your brain. You and him spent those whole two and a half months together, basking in the sunlight in his backyard, listening to him complain about his twin brother. You had watched nearly every movie out there, staying up till 2 am every night before lazily dragging yourself back to your house only to join him for breakfast the following morning.

It’s a bittersweet moment for you as you stare at the boy you once knew and now know nothing about. 

Placing it back in its original position, you run your fingers through your hair a few times before sitting on your bed. The window is open, a fresh breeze spilling into your all-the-sudden claustrophobic room. Needing to get your mind off things, you pull out your phone and answer a text from Robin.

Robin: In town yet?

You: Yep! Everything’s the same.

Robin: Pretty close. We’re all meeting at the bar downtown at 7pm.

You: Got it. Who’s all coming?

Robin: Everyone except Evan and Lily; something about sick kids and a tight work schedule.

Your thumbs pause momentarily before dancing on the screen. You don’t want to ask, but at the same time you do, so you type the message a few times before ultimately deleting it. Falling back, you groan slightly, rubbing your tired eyes. Your phone buzzes by your thigh again, alerting you of another text.

Robin: I know you were contemplating on asking, but yes, Josh will be there.

–

At 5pm, you eat a small snack with your parents. Your mother made bagel dip for you–an all time classic– so you munch on it as you catch up with your family. As suspected, nothing’s really changed around town, unless you count new tourists pouring in every year. You tell them about your job and what it’s like living in a big city, a fascinated daze over both their faces as you speak. You’re just about to head upstairs to shower when your mother calls from over her shoulder.

“Are you still in contact with Josh?” she asks, causing a pause in your chewing. Your eyes find your father’s, but all he does is shrug and place his folded hands on the table before you.

“Not really.” you manage to say, praying that will be enough to end the conversation. But of course, you’re not lucky enough.

“That’s too bad. Did you know his band got huge?” she returns to the dining room, a towel in her hands.

“No. I didn’t.” you lie. Of course you knew it did. 

“I always knew they would, they were very talented, even as kids.” you dad chimes in. You sink deeper into your seat, feeling a slight ping of guilt prick your stomach.

“Is he coming tonight?” your mom asks in a knowing tone. You smile warmly, eyes darting across her face to try and decide what she’s trying to do.

“Yes, him and Jake.”

“That’ll be fun, just like old times.” she replies, the last few words sticking out slightly more than the rest. 

“Sweetie–” your father attempts to speak, but you cut him off.

“Did you put that photo on my nightstand?” you question. She only shrugs, which is fine because it gives you your answer. “It’s not ever going to happen, mom.” you put your foot down, eyes slightly piercing into hers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I found it in storage and didn’t want it to break.” 

Although her answer seems to make sense, it’s not like her to not have a motive. Following your better judgment, you just nod in agreement. That last thing you want to do is spend your few days here fighting with your mom.

–

By 6:30, your hair is washed, curled, and neatly displayed across your shoulders. A small ribbon ties a few strands back, keeping them out of your eyes. Going for a more simple look, you skip the major makeup steps in your routine and settle on some mascara and lipgloss. With two dainty gold necklaces hanging across your neck-line, you settle on a tight black dress. You slip on a pair of white heels before standing in front of your whole-body mirror to look yourself over. You decide it’s good enough, grab a handbag, and head out the door.

Driving through Frankenmuth made you feel like a teenager again. You mom let you take her car once she examined the state of your rental. It moved smoothly across the roads as you admired the scenery. When you passed the school grounds, you nearly lost it. You hated it at the time, but now that you’re grown, you miss it like hell. Correction: you miss him like hell.

Every spot in this town holds a different memory, each containing Josh. The big hill that the two of you would ride your bikes down; he was always braver than you were. The parking lot of the hometown grocer where the two of you pushed each other around in grocery carts. That park where you smoked your first joint (with Josh’s supervision, expertise, and guidance). And finally, the downtown road that would lead you to your final destination tonight. It was one of your fondest memories of Josh, it made you see how much he cared for you. You were wandering around town when he took your hand and dragged you into the street, a sly smile on his face. He set a hand on your waist and hummed a soft song, recreating that scene from The Notebook because he knew how much you loved that movie.

It didn’t occur to you until now that you would be seeing him tonight. You sat parked, hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to imagine what he looks like now. Of course you could have just looked it up, but you thought that would be cheating so you pushed that urge out of your head. Once you gather up all your courage, you remove yourself from the car and make your way to the door.

The committee must have rented out the whole building, because when you step in, there’s only a few handfuls of people in your presence. The place is cleaned up nice, the floors redone and the walls decorated with patterned paintings. For once, it doesn’t smell like fried onions and beer which you’re coming to appreciate.

Once you’ve scanned the room thoroughly and don’t find either Josh or Jake, you say hello to your former classmates. You all make small talk for a while, smiles filling the room as everyone talks about their success. You even find one of your ex-situationships, Mark, and fling your arms around him. The two of you talk for a while, even giggling over how dramatic your ‘relationship’ was. He’s explaining his fiance when you catch a chestnut brown haired man talking to someone. Begrudgingly, you finish your conversation with Mark before approaching him. Your heart beats quickly in your chest as you join his small group nonchalantly. 

The boy turns his head, giant chocolate eyes staring straight back at you. Your heart skips a beat while your brain tries to comprehend. Tilting your head, it clicks together. It’s not Josh, it’s Jake. 

“Jacob?” you finally ask, knowing 100% it’s him.

“Miss me?” he smirks before pulling you into his arms.

You were never as close with Jake, but you still knew him better than your other classmates. He smells of alcohol and musky spice, making your head spin. Once he pulls away, he keeps a hand firmly planted on your upper arm.

“How have you been?” you ask quickly, not wanting the interaction to end just yet.

“I’m good, very busy. And you?” his eyes shine.

“I’m great, actually. Thanks.” you reply, exhaling deeply. “You look great. I love the mustache.”

“We just got back from Europe. I’ll probably shave it off within the next few weeks.” he admits in an awfully comfortable tone. He looks rather relaxed right now, and you take note of it. You probably look like a constipated cow right now, nervous and shaking.

When you open your mouth to speak, Robin shouts your name. You turn towards the sound, finding her already trotting towards you with open arms. The two of you embrace, rocking back and forth on your heels. When she pulls away, she looks the exact same as she did in highschool. Her bright blonde hair is tied up, blue eyes glimmering, smile lines showing. She was always one of the most radiant humans you had ever met.

Appearing from behind her is no other than Josh Kiszka. Your moves falter, but Robin offers you a quick squeeze and a smile of encouragement. You barely notice her, or anything around you other than him. 

“We’ll catch up later, hm?” she says before leaving to talk to another person across the room.

Time seems to pause for a brief moment, the world allowing you to stare at him without feeling awkward or rude. The once shaved sides of his head are now filled in completely, messy curls atop his head like a mop. He had been clean shaved his whole life, but now, hair grows above his lip and down his chin. He looks more mature, and kissed by the sun, but nonetheless, it’s Josh.

You both seem to have the same idea, because you meet each other halfway. He wraps you up in his arms, his arms gripping your waist. Your hand rests on his back, the other briefly toying with the curls on the back of his head. As always, he radiates warmth and affection, making you want to break down in his arms. You can feel his heart against your chest and you shut your eyes to soak up the feeling. He rests his chin in the cavern between your shoulder and neck, his nose moving some of your curls out of the way. When he breathes, the warm air ignites sparks of electricity, flowing through your blood. He smells like love and wine and you begin to feel drunk off of him.

He pulls away first, a beaming expression on his face. His hands grab your forearms, unwilling to let go. He clutches onto you like you might disappear if he lets go, making your heart skip a beat.

“How are you?” he starts off. 

“I’m great, Josh. And what about you? How’s the rockstar life treating you?” you speak rapidly, unable to control anything.

“Ah, so you have been stalking.” he chirps joyfully, teeth showing. “It’s okay, me too.” You’re so taken back by his words that your brain doesn’t think of a response. But just like when you were a teenager, Josh has that under control. “Come sit. We’ll have a drink.” he announces after a pause, leading you to the bar. 

He pulls the chair out for you before pushing you in, your knees brushing against the table top. Taking his place next to you, he takes a hand to call the waiter over.

“I’ll do a Salty Dog and she’ll have some red wine.” he speaks confidently for you as if you haven’t spoken for five years. The man behind the counter leaves and Josh turns to you. “What?” he asks once he notices your confusion. 

“You remembered?” you say with a laugh. 

“Remember what? That you can’t drink hard liquor? I had a permanent reminder in my car for a few years.” he quips, earning a giggle from you.

“I didn’t mean to.” 

“I know, which is why I’m nice about it.” he grins. The bartender arrives with your drinks and you quickly bring your glass to your lips, desperate to consume anything that will help calm your nerves. 

“So,” you say once you’ve both swallowed the liquid. “How was Europe?”

“Doing a little more stalking than I thought, eh?” he jokes again.

“Funny. I talked to Jake before this.” you tell him. Folding your hands in your lap, you struggle to look him in the eyes.

“Figured. He does get all the ladies nowadays.” he sighs dramatically. “Europe was awesome, it’s so lovely. You’d love it.” he insists, hand rubbing his chin. “And what about you? Did you become that world-selling author you always wanted to be?”

“Josh, don’t you think you would have heard about me if that were so?”

He takes a second to think as he purses his lips. “I don’t read much anymore, so no.”

“You don’t read anymore?” you ask in disbelief.

“I only liked your stuff. It just felt weird…” he pauses briefly, taking another sip of his beverage. “So if you’re not an author, what do you do?”

“It’s similar, but I edit other people’s work.”

“Really? Do you write at all?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Not much.” you admit. 

It makes you sad to finally say it aloud. You haven’t written since you and Josh went separate ways as he was your inspiration. You loved the idea of describing people you thought he would like or relate to just to see his face when he reaches the plot twist.

“That’s too bad. You were very talented.” he compliments. “I’d like to talk to some other people before they leave, but would you want to meet up in a couple hours and head back to my place?”

Your heart rate spikes. “Your place? Or your parent’s place?”

“Tomato tomato.” he shrugs, accentuating the words differently. 

“I’d love to.” you say, standing to your feet. 

Josh follows your lead, but as you begin to walk away, his fingers wrap around your wrist and pull you to a stop. Your face is inches from his and you can feel every breath he takes. With his fingers tightly placed on your wrist, you know he can feel how fast your heart is beating. Feeling confident from your drink, you hold eye contact and only break it to watch his tongue run over his bottom lip. 

“Don’t slip away again, okay?” he swallows, his brows pulled down into a knotted expression. 

You don’t even understand what he means until he’s walking away. By then, it’s too late to answer, so you shake it off and begin your search for Robin. 

–

After an hour or so of meaningful conversations, you manage to slip away and find Robin. She’s tucked away in the kitchen, digging through her purse for something. When you approach her from behind, she jumps slightly with her hand over her heart.

“Jeez you’re sneaky.” she relaxes again, a smile resting on her lips. “How’s it going?”

You move next to her and shrug absently. “It’s good. Everything’s changed so much, don’t ya think?”

“Some things haven’t.” she says in a simple tone. You quirk your head to the side, trying to decipher her words as she continues to dig through her purse. Her lips are molded into a mostly flat line, the only action being the smallest of grins only you could recognize.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You and Josh, I mean.” she states, her eyes failing to meet yours.

You scoff and mess with a strand of hair that has fallen into your eyes. “Yeah right. I think he’s changed the most.”

“Maybe, but did you ever sit and think that he’s always been that kind of front man? I mean, he was the main character in the school plays for four years straight.” she adds.

“I suppose. But it’s still different.” you frown slightly. 

Robin huffs loudly before turning her body to face yours. “The only thing that has changed, is the shift of platonic love into romantical love.”

Her words make your blood run cold, goosebumps pricking on your skin. You swallow loudly, eyes locked with hers, searching for some sort of clue to let you know she’s just joking. It never comes so you’re forced to think of an answer.

“It’s not–no!” you squint at her. She only shrugs and juts out her chest a bit. “It’s not like that between us. It never has been and never will be.”

“It’s obvious. I’ve known you since we were just girls playing barbies, and you’ve never once looked at someone the way you look at Josh. Not even Mark, and he was the hottest guy in school.” she pauses to shove at your shoulder. “I mean, even after five years of no contact for whatever reason, he’s still the one.”

You stand in front of her gobsmacked and motionless. With a flat gaze, you watch her eyes curiously dance over yours. Not once has anyone ever pinned the tail on the donkey so well, so the fact she did had your jaw on the floor. After a few more seconds, she rolls her eyes and combs through her hair.

“Okay.” you say. “Maybe you’re right. But it hasn’t always been like that. High school was platonic, completely. Nothing ever happened.”

“I know.” she says quickly. “Except for that one time when–”

“It was a kiss and we were wasted. You dared us to!” you point at her with furrowed brows. She laughs, the sound filling the room and relaxing your shoulders. “Don’t tell him. We’ve both changed over these five years, I don’t want him to find a reason to be with me when he has so much ahead of him. So just keep it between us, okay?”

“I don’t have to.” she says cooly, just as a knock appears on the door.

“Hey guys.” someone says, and you turn around quickly to see Josh perched at the door frame. “Still gossiping I see. Some things never change.”

“You know it.” Robin smiles, going in for a hug. They share a brief moment before she does the same to you.

“Trust your gut.” she whispers just loud enough for you to hear. You smile at her and watch her mingle out into the party. 

“Are you ready to go?” he questions, motioning to the doors. You nod and follow behind him, a weird feeling sitting in the pit of your gut.

Your goodbyes to everyone are short, but you spend an extra minute in Jake’s arms. He tells Josh he won’t be home till later because he’s having a few more drinks with a friend. You and Josh split off a few moments later, him holding the door open for you as you step out into the street.

“Remember what happened here?” he asks as he falls into pace with your steps.

“Your Ryan Gosling moment?” you joke. 

“He wishes he could do as well as I.” he boasts, giving you a playful shrug. “My cars here.”

The drive to his house is short. The two of you sit in silence, music filling the void between you both. You watch the road wind in its familiar pattern, twisting and turning until he turns into his driveway. The house looks the same as it did the night before graduation, its walls still giving off a welcoming aura. You’ve barely fathomed the fact that you’re here until Josh’s at your door, holding it open. You smile warmly and thank him under your breath as you get out.

“Home sweet home.” he says, leading you to the front door as if you didn’t basically grow up here.

“Are your parents not home?” you ask, noticing the lights shut off.

“Not till later. Just us for now if that’s okay.”

You nod and enter the house. Immediately, your knees begin to feel weak. It feels like you’ve been running away your entire life and finally reached home. It still smells like cinnamon and freshly cooked waffles. The air is warm and inviting, and you fight every urge not to crawl on the couch and drift off to sleep. You must be ogled, because Josh stands beside you, watching your face cover so many emotions in a record amount of timing. He doesn’t say a word, but his hand brushes yours and brings you back to reality.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” he offers, moving towards the fridge.

“Water is fine.” you tell him, leaning over the counter to watch him. The house is silent, but Josh fixes that by humming a song to himself. He fills the cup with ice and cold water, his eyes focused on your drink. 

“Three ice cubes?” you ask when he hands the glass to you.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” he asks in a fake offensive voice. 

“Do you want me to answer that?” you joke. He gives you a scolding look before giving into the laugh that’s creeping up his throat.

“Wanna go upstairs?” he asks. “I’ve got something for you.”

“What?”

“Just come on.” he encourages, already at the staircase.

You follow behind him, taking note of his movements up the stairs. The hallway is pitch black, but neither of you have an issue because you know the path like the back of your hands. When you enter his room, you’re engulfed by the familiarity. His bed is made neatly, bed sheets still the same maroon as they were throughout highschool. Everything looks the exact same besides a duffle back on the floor by the wall. Almost immediately, Josh wanders to his vinyl collection. He digs through it and places his choice on his player. 

You take your seat on the edge of his bed, watching him kneel to set the volume just how he likes it. When he’s finished, he stands and brushes his hands across his khaki pants. That simple motion makes your heart pump a wave of sadness through you. As kids, Josh never put any effort into looking presentable when it came to you. Although he always somehow managed to smell like peaches and flowers, he never cared what he looked like to you, and neither did you. 

“You’ve grown up.” you say in a flat tone, emotionless. 

He pauses on your face and reads you like an open book. “You too. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Depends on how you look at it.”

Josh just nods and sits on the bed, his weight causing it to sink slightly. He pulls his legs up and sits criss-cross applesauce, just as he always used to do. The simple action makes you relax a bit, a small token of a reminder that he is still him, and you’re still you. Now, you remember back to sitting on Josh’s bed, knees tucked under your chin as you fiddled with a string in your denim shorts. He was across from you, his hands working skillfully on his acoustic guitar. You two sat there the whole day, saying very little to each other. You could do that with him–sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company. Now if you had to do that with someone, you’d be in for one hell of a panic attack.

“You look beautiful tonight.” he tears you away from your thoughts. “You are beautiful.”

You feel a hot shade of pink dust on your cheeks and you giggle like a teenage girl. “You too Josh.”

“I try.” he sighs. The air is silent between the two of you, and you struggle to not break down and tell him how much he means to you and how sorry you are for everything. Josh always had a way of making you feel sentimental, especially now. 

The silence seems to weigh you both down, and when neither of you can take it, you open your mouth to speak first. “Did you ever think of me?”

Josh is quiet in front of you, but you’re too embarrassed to look at him right now, so you stare at his blankets below you.

“What do you mean-”

“Just tell me I meant something.” you say, opening a part of your heart to him no one has seen before. You feel stupid, this isn’t a book, but the love you two shared as kids, felt like it could be one. 

“You did.” he says immediately. “Of course you did. You were my best friend.”

His voice wavers as he speaks, making your heart fall. You’d imagined this conversation for so long, what you would say and how he would react. Would he take you in his arms and allow you to cry into his shoulder? Or would he cup your cheeks and kiss your lips? You had so many things to say to him, most of them coming to you on nights you couldn’t sleep. But now that your opportunity is here, your mind is blank.

He scoots closer to you, his knee brushing against yours. You still can’t bear to look at him, especially since your face is as red as a beet and tears well in your eyes. His fingers push a strand of hair behind your ear before gracing your cheek. You shutter at the touch, a long breath drawing from your lips. One hand cups your face, the other rests softly on your knee. He lifts your eyes so they meet his, and you find he too is feeling the same way you do. 

“Maybe we should let this go.” your lip quivers, but you try to keep your voice steady and convincing. 

“I don’t think I can handle letting this go–letting you go.” he shuts his eyes.

“Josh, don’t. Please don’t.” you beg pathetically, standing to your feet to escape his grasp. “I can’t let you do this.”

“What?” 

His tone makes you feel like you’ve misread the whole moment, but Robin’s words reply themselves in your mind. “Look at you! You have a mustache and a full head of hair. You wear khaki pants and long white t-shirts with beaded necklaces hanging across your chest. You’re a popular rock band that tours around the world. You’ve won a Grammy for crying out loud!”

“What does that have to do with anything?” he asks.

“We’ve changed, Josh. It’s all too different.” your voice shakes and you wrap your arms around your body to help comfort yourself. Josh runs a hand over the back of his neck, breathing out of his mouth loud enough for you to hear.

“We have changed. That’s how things work. It’s been five years since we’ve last interacted-”

“That wasn’t my fault!” you raise your voice, a tear spiraling down your cheek.

Josh pauses and stares for a moment. “I know. I know. We were dumb and didn’t know what the world would hold for us. But we do now.” he stands to his feet. “I’ve been with others, I’ve tried to move on but I physically can’t when you’re in my blood. I see a leaf the color of your hair and my heart sinks. I thrift sweaters and immediately think of you because in a perfect life, they’d be our sweaters.”

For what seems like the millionth time today, you’re stunned and at a loss for words. Not ever did you imagine Josh would think about you this way. It wasn’t an insecurity, it was a fact. He was a rockstar, traveling the world, anyone he wanted at his fingertips. Josh’s face is red and he rubs his face a few times, gathering himself. This was clearly not the way either of you expected tonight to go. You take a step back, feeling like he deserves some space. 

“I never knew.” is all you are able to say. 

“Never knew?” he asks, confusion and hurt coating his voice. “I watched you study for hours. I cooked for you every chance I got. We had matching keychains. I spent every day with you. I wrote songs about you and now sing them on stage for thousands of people.” he informs you. Your heart is beating inside your chest at an insane pace as you imagine Josh writing and singing songs about you. You search for the words to tell him how you feel, but he beats you to it. “Y/N. Remember the 4th of July our junior year? We sat in the lawn with nail polish and I watched you paint your nails. You asked me if I wanted mine done–which I didn’t– but I was looking for any excuse to feel your hand in mine, so I let you.”

Still standing away from him, you lick your lips. He did let you do that, but you never thought anything of it until now. It all makes sense now. “When you’d ask me to rub your back or put sunscreen on you, I’d write you messages.” you admit, his eyes watching you. “I spelled that I loved you.”

A second later, Josh’s hands cup your cheeks and his lips connect to yours. He sucks the breath out of you, and you step backwards. He pushes you until you’re sandwiched between him and the wall. Your lips work at his, passionately taking him in. His hands wrap around your head, cradling it as yours work at his curls. His tongue traces your bottom lip, and you moan into him and allow him access. Your tongues dance together like they’ve done it a million times. It all seems natural, the way his body feels warmly pressed against yours and the sounds of your mouths working together. When his hands trace down the sides of your dress and he squeezes at the back of your thigh, you jump into him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you can barely feel his length against your heat. It’s enough to make you tug on his hair a bit tighter. 

With his hands still stationed on your thighs, he stumbles to his bed, laying you down carefully. Your lips pull apart just long enough that he’s able to remove his necklaces and his shirt. You watch him above you, his cheeks pink and his skin smooth. The tip of his tongue rests on his lip as he tosses his shirt to the side and averts his attention back to you. You’re both smiling when your lips connect, your teeth gently knocking against each other. He places gentle kisses across your nose and forehead before trailing down to your ears and neck. He sucks gently on your skin as your hands rub the skin of his torso. He’s smoother than ever, and you feel safe under his touch. His hands work the necklaces around your neck and he sets them next to his before kissing the straps to your black dress. Your hands are tucked away in his hair as he drags both straps down, his eyes never leaving yours. Once they’re off, he pauses before continuing. You nod to him, using your own hand to help him remove the rest of the fabric. With a wink, he continues.

Once your breasts are exposed completely, he sits up slightly, taking you in. You feel like an angel as his eyes sweep over you. “You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever met.” he says softly as he places his lips on your hardened nipple. You suck in a breath as his wet lips take you into his mouth. One hand is gripping your hip while the other plays with your uncovered breast. He laps at the skin, his tongue swirling in every direction. He switches, the hand on your waist now massaging your tit that once had his mouth on it. With a pop and a pathetic whine from you, he lets go. You instantly try and shimmy out of the rest of the dress, but his hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

“I’ve waited so long for this, let me do it.” he says in a silky voice. 

His fingers pull the whole thing off your body, leaving you in nothing but a skimpy thong that hides nothing. He’s hard and pressed against your leg, his teeth gritted as he notices the patch of wetness in your panties. Cursing to himself, he kisses your lips again while his hands travel down your navel. His fingers are a fire, igniting a forest as he trails them along your sticky skin. As you swallow his lips, his fingers tug on the waistband of your panties. Unknowingly, your hips grind into him and he hisses. His middle finger dances across your heat, the thin line of fabric keeping you from his skin. His lips are still on yours and he swallows every whimper you give him. 

“Please, Josh.” you manage to pull away long enough to speak. He smirks before sliding his hand into your panties. As a finger gathers your arousal, you wrap your hands around Josh’s neck and pull him back into your lips. The single pad of his finger runs quick circles over your aching bundle of nerves a few times before he slides it in. You’re too lost in his touch to feel embarrassed of the whine that escaped your mouth, but he seems to enjoy it. 

“More.” you ask, and he delivers, slamming a second finger in with the first. Your body jumps and he giggles. You smack his arm once before latching onto it to keep you steady.

“Can I go down on you?” he breathes in your ear. 

“You don’t have to.” you squeak.

“I didn’t ask that, did I? I asked if I could.” he grunts, nipping at the skin of your neck.

“Yes. Fuck, please.” 

He removes his fingers and makes quick work of your panties, tossing them into the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Placing one last kiss on your nose, he trails down your body. You spread your legs for him, eyes shining at the view of him between them. He coolly blows on your cunt and you shiver as he does. When his finger drags itself through your wetness and his lips connect with your bud, your hands grip the sheets. He licks a long stripe from top to bottom, sucking on your clit for a few seconds. 

“You taste like honey, mama.” he coos, the vibrations adding to the pleasure.

He tenderly eats you out, paying close attention to what your body does and doesn’t like. His eyes watch you as he works, noting your facial expressions and your breathing. No one you’d ever been with has paid such attention to you like this, but the fact Josh does, doesn’t surprise you. 

He laps at your cunt, fingers buried inside of you. When he finds your specific spot, he curls roughly into you and your hands shoot to his hair. He giggles gently again, working fast circles into your pussy as your fingers grip his head. The feeling of his mustache against your folds makes for a delightful experience. The pit in your stomach grows quickly and before you know it, you’re catapulted over the edge. With your hips bucking into Josh’s face, you unravel below him, stars shooting through the black of your eyelids.

Once you’ve come down from your high, you release his hair and throw your arms behind your head. He kisses along the insides of your thighs, cleaning up all of your release. Sliding his fingers into his mouth, he sucks them dry with a shit eating grin. With arms on either side of your head, he lowers himself back onto you, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.

“How am I expected to eat anything else ever again?” he quips, earning an exhausted laugh from you. “You don’t have to do anything for me. I’m happy with this.” he tells you softly.

“No, I want to.” you tell him. 

He nods and rolls onto his back. You straddle him first, kissing his face. Then, you slide down, your tits dragging across his bare skin. You bite your lip at the friction, and he watches you through hooded eyelids. When you palm him through his pants, he lays his head back, mouth open. You unbutton him and slide both his pants and boxers down at the same time. You toss the material on to the floor before giving him your full attention. His cock sits against his stomach and you drool at the vein running across the length of him.

He hisses as you take him into your hand, gently wrapping your fingers around him. You drag your tongue across the tip of him, cleaning up the precum that glistens before you. He perches on his elbows and watches you–ass in the air– take him into your mouth. His eyes roll back and he grunts when he reaches the back of your throat. You toy with him for a few seconds, letting your tongue and fingers mess with his length. When his hands grip your hair and pull you away from him, you frown.

“I love this so much, but I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

“Maybe I want you to cum.” you dare, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Fuck, you little shit.” he groans, moving away from you. “How do you want it?”

“However you want it.” you smile. He shakes his head, a wide grin on his lips.

“Lay on your back for me baby.” he directs and you listen embarrassingly fast. 

“I’m on the pill.” you quickly tell him, marveling at the idea of him finishing inside of you. He pulls his lip between his teeth and kisses you gently, situating himself between your legs.

When his tip runs through your folds, you open your mouth and lay your head back, leaving your neck open. He sucks on it as he sits at your entrance. You feel as if you may explode if you have to wait one more minute to feel him inside of you.

“You’re so wet. Fuck.” he whimpers, finally slipping himself into you.

In unison, you both moan. When he’s buried deep inside of you, you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him in place. He kisses your cheek and then finds your lips, his hands on your hips. Once you tell him to move, he pulls out before slamming back into you until his pubic hair meets yours. His hips continue to snap into yours, the sound of skin filling the room. You cry his name and he buries himself into your neck. His mouth opens and his teeth latch onto your skin. He doesn’t bite, but you can feel his top set marking your shoulder. The whole idea makes you clench around him. He removes his teeth and rests his forehead on yours, a hand on your cheek. He mumbles above you, his sweaty curls in your eyes.

“You feel so good.” you say and his eyebrow knit together closely. “So big, baby.”

“Jesus.” he cries, his thrusts getting a bit sloppier.

“Gonna cum, Josh?” you pant, trying to tip him over the edge. “Do it.”

With a groan, he removes himself from you and grabs your waist to move you to your stomach. When he taps your side, you raise yourself on all fours, sticking your ass up. He slides himself through you again, a trail of spit leaving his mouth and falling onto your pussy. He slides in again but doesn’t stop to allow you to adjust. His hips snap furiously into your ass, pornographic noises clouding your judgment. He unties the ribbon in your hair and uses his hand to mess it up a bit. Grabbing a handful, he pulls you up to him and kisses your cheek. You whine at the position, mouth hanging open as you fall apart. In one swift motion, he shoves you down into his pillow, your cries being silenced. Screaming his name, he holds your head in the pillow. You can hear him grunting above you, painting an image in your mind you’ll never be able to shake away from.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re gripping me so tight. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he taunts.

“Nope.” you say, your voice in shambles along with the rest of your body.

“Are you sure?” he asks again, this time, snaking a hand between your legs to work circles into your clit. You cry at the contact, trying to fight the feeling approaching in your stomach. “Fuck, mama. Cum for me, baby. Let it all go. Soak my cock.”

Doing as you’re told, you cum all over him. Your body is shaking rapidly as he still pounds into you. He’s chanting your name like it’s his religion as he lays his sweaty chest across your back. You’re still coming down from your high as he reaches his, lashing above you. You feel him paint the inside of you, all warm and wet. He falls onto you, both of your body’s exhausted.

After a few moments of being pancaked in between the bed and him, he lifts himself off of you and pulls himself out. Your body feels cold without him tucked away inside of you, but you’re thankful to get out of the position and breath. You stand and disappear into the bathroom while Josh changes the sheets. When you return, he’s under the covers waiting for you. You smile and so does he as you walk back to him–still completely naked. 

“I’m hard again just watching you walk back here.” he says, pulling back the covers for you. You smack his arm playfully and take a sip of your water. 

Setting it down, he grabs your waist and pulls you down on top of him. You laugh as you fall on him, crushing him. Instead of pushing you off of him, he holds you tighter on top of him. You let him have his moment, his love language has always been physical touch. Enjoying the moment, you hold his head in your arms, your nose buried into the damp curls on his head.

Eventually, you slide down so your head is resting on his chest. You both lay there in silence. You listen to his heart and breathing, your eyes beginning to shut. You’re not per say, tired, but being in Josh’s arm in his room at this exact moment, makes you want to forget the outside world around you. But of course, you’re not lucky enough for that.

“Can we talk about this?” he says quietly, his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“I just want to enjoy this, Josh.” you say. 

“Me too. But I can’t enjoy this until I know how you’re feeling.” You rotate yourself so your chin is on Josh’s chest, the fronts of your bodies pressed together. He looks exhausted, but somehow more beautiful than ever. His face is still red with a sheen of sweat over it. His curls are frizzy and lay lifelessly atop his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. “So will you talk to me?”

You nod. “I don’t know what to do.”

“About what? Us?” when all you offer is silence, he gets the drift. “Is this because of what happened on graduation night?” Once again, your eyes fail to meet his so they stare at the soft skin you’re resting on. “You know I meant nothing of what I said that night.”

“You mean when you told me I’m holding you back from your dreams?” Your voice is hoarse and cold.

“Is that why you didn’t want anything to happen between us? Because I said that so long ago?” he asks. His tone isn’t snippy or rude, it’s curious and a bit hurtful. His breathing hitches below you, letting you know he’s nervous for what comes next.

“No, Josh. I’m afraid if you realize your feelings for me, I really will hold you back from your dreams.” you admit in a low tone.

“I realized years ago.” 

“And you succeeded after I let you go.” your voice is raspy and you can feel your bottom lip quiver.

“I succeeded because I was able to leave here. It had nothing to do with you. How many times did I want to quit growing up? You never let me. You pushed me just as hard as Jake did.”

You cover your face with your hands, trying to hide your expressions. He pulls them into his hands and gives you a blank expression. “Josh, I can’t–”

“I don’t care if my career is ruined, that’s not what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid I’m going to love you more than I’ll ever be allowed to.” he says firmly. Your heart burns as your eyes meet his. They’re glossed over and filled with emotion, so much, you can hardly stare at him any longer. 

“I love you.” you sputter out. “I want to be with you–”

“See? So let’s be together.” he says, a smile engulfing his face. He cups your cheeks, dragging you in for another kiss. 

“Okay.” you melt into his touch. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Really?” he asks. “I won’t ask you to give up anything. We’ll work around your life.” 

Your cheeks are a bright red as you drop your head onto Josh’s chest. His arms cover your back, holding you tightly into his body. Skin to skin, you feel more seen than ever before. He’s your home, you realize that now. After being apart from him for so long, you got used to the pain in the corner of your heart. But after tonight, you know the pain will never subside. 

“I’m sorry I never answered your calls or texts.”

“Shh. I want to enjoy the moment.” he mocks your words from earlier. All you’re able to do is laugh at him and tuck yourself back into his arms.

You lay awake, listening to his breathing. The sound consoles you, lulling you to sleep. Your mind wanders about your future with him, the years wasted pushed behind you. You’re surprised it took you so long to realize who was the one for you. 

It had been him all along afterall.

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[joshsjipple]

Safe Measures

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey beauties! I hope you’re all doing fantastic! I love you all, hope you enjoy some josh!

Word Count: 3.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI! explicit sexual content, pain kink, small sir kink, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), slapping, choking, p in v, oral sex (f recieve), praise, dirty talk, degradation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, language, dom (m) sub (f).

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You stare at the man hunched over his notebook in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed, sand-colored curls dusting over them. He pulls his bottom lip between his perfectly white teeth, tugging on the skin as he intensely studies his material.

You shift in your seat quietly, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. You lazily drag your eyes over your book just incase Josh is disturbed by your movement and tosses a glance your way. You doubt he would even care but you do it anyway.

Eventually, your eyes find his face again. His dark eyes glare into the pages of his anatomy book as he mumbles under his breath. You watch his fingers twirl a pen in circles and for a brief moment your mind attempts to imagine what else he would be good at.

You swallow and squeeze your eyelids shut in hopes of shooing the thoughts away before your whole chair is soaked. When you return to Josh’s insanely sculpted face, he is furiously jotting down notes.

Dressed in a white t-shirt, his arms are in your line of sight. You watch the muscles in his hands that run all the way up to his bicep emerge from their hiding spot.

You shift in your seat, rolling your hips in a motion that will only satisfy you for a minute. Your chair creaks from under you and you grit your teeth. Josh pauses and tilts his head slightly upward, just enough to give you the death stare of your life. You only give him an apologetic smile and mentally curse yourself for getting turned on by him being upset with you.

Josh continues jotting down notes and you continue pretending to help. You brush your hair over your face to make it appear like you’re studying as well but in reality you’re watching him. He’s laser focused on his notes. His red tongue darts out from out of his mouth and rests between his lips. His jaw—already freakishly chiseled— clenches at his work. He tilts his head, hands still writing, and mumbles under his breath. You lose yourself when he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Under the damp glow of the desk light, the slight trail of saliva coating his flesh adds to your fantasy.

You shift in your seat again, another squeak accompanying you. He doesn’t look this time. Or the next time. Or the time after that. By the 3rd time you’ve caused the painful screech of the chair to echo through the room, his eyes flick up to yours again.

“Are you just going to sit there and make noise all night?” He quips, letting his pencil roll into the crevice of his book.

A bit startled, you take your time to reply. “Sorry.”

“Is something wrong with your chair? How many times do you need to readjust yourself—”

His words trail off making you bury your hands in your lap as a brief wave of silence washes over the two of you. The air is thicker now, like he’s somehow trapped in your mind, reading your thoughts and seeing your imagination. You feel hot and red, your core damp between your legs.

“I see,” he says after a few moments of impending torture.

He clears his throat and rests his arms on the edge of the table. Your eyes flick from him to the floor, undecided on where to stay. The table squeaks when he leans forward to close some distance between the two of you.

Immediately your eyes find his.

“What?” You spit out after he fails to speak.

His eyes dart across every inch of your face, inspecting and soaking up every pore. He reads you like a book, every word, every line, every individual character. When he’s done, he smirks and uses his thumb to gently circle the skin on your chin.

“Josh—”

“Hm?” He asks, his voice silky and smooth. “Something bothering you?”

Your lips part and his eyes watch them closely. “What do you mean?”

He playfully rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue in the process. “Don’t play games. I’m not in the mood, mama.”

The nickname sends goosebumps cascading across your skin. Your eyes widen but you quickly recover. The rest of your body is flaming hot and you squeeze your thighs again.

“There it is again,”

“Sit back down. You’re imagining things,” your voice shakes.

“I can feel your body heat from here. If I had a marshmallow I’m pretty sure I could roast it,”

Your cheeks are flaming as you choke back a laugh. He giggles softly, the most gentle thing you’ve ever heard him release. Your breathing hitches as your eyes connect again. It’s now that you can see the lust and desire that drowns in them.

His fingers—perched on your chin— drag your face upwards slightly to meet his lips. They brush against yours at first, along with his nose. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses them against you more firmly. His lips are warm and soft as they gently work across yours. He opens his mouth just enough to give you a taste of his saliva. It’s sweet like honey, making you want to drown in the sticky liquid until you’re covered in nothing but him.

When your mind finally processes what the fuck is going on, you pull away first. Despite only kissing for two seconds, you’re extremely out of breath. Then again, maybe it's his hand cupping your cheek that has you spiraling.

“Josh we shouldn’t,” you say unconvincingly.

“Why not?”

“We’re in a library.” You scoff.

“A private room. The hallway lights are shut off, they forgot about us. If someone comes up the stairs they will flicker on and we will know,” he talks softly into your face, thumb still stroking your skin. “Besides, I think it turns you on a bit.”

“What?” You respond rather quickly.

“You’re panting and I’ve barely touched you.” He blushes even though his eyes are filled to the brim with cockiness. “You like the idea of being seen doing something we aren’t supposed to?”

Caught in your own trap, you swallow and hunt for something else to say. “What about anatomy? We have a test tomorrow and—”

“Okay. We’ll study.” He agrees but he doesn’t move. “But first can you stand up for me?”

Confused, you rise to your feet. Josh sits on the edge of the table, a shit-eating smirk on his face. Quickly, his hands fall on your waist. He pulls you into him, parting his own legs to grant you access. You don’t protest despite your words from a few seconds ago. When you’re standing over him, you bring your hands to his hair. You can’t help but softly fluff his curls. He whines slightly when you accidentally tug on a few strands, making your knees wobble. With his big brown eyes staring into yours, you lean down and kiss him again. You’re so desperate to feel his skin against yours again. He smiles against the kiss, his hand finding its place around the back of your neck. His other hand wanders down to your ass and squeezes it. You reply with a soft moan and reward him with a light tug of his hair. With that, his hands dart to the front of your waist to work insanely fast undoing the buttons. Then he pushes you backwards a bit, giving him room to stand in front of you.

He spins you so the back of your legs are pressed against the table as his were a second ago. His tongue enters your mouth, exploring the area as his teeth pulling on your lip. He begins to work your pants down until they rest on your knees. Swiftly, he spins you around so your back is pressed firm against his chest. You feel his breathing hitch as his hand wraps loosely around your neck. You feel yourself begin to spill down your leg and with a whine you say:

“Harder,”

He obeys quickly, squeezing with enough force to knock the wind out of you but careful enough he doesn’t hurt you. His breath dances across your skin as his mouth nears your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this table. But first I’m gonna play with you.” He rasps.

With no warning, you’re bent across the table. It’s cold pressed against the thin material of your shirt, making you yelp in pleasure. The hand that Josh used to guide you into the position dances down your back before smacking your ass cheek.

“Oh fuck!” You moan.

“Oh yeah? You like that, pretty girl?” He smacks the same area again and you cry in pleasure.

He sinks to his knees, pulling your panties and pants all the way off your feet. His hands massage your calves as he kisses up your body, worshiping every inch like it’s sacred. His warm tongue arouses you as it drags across the back side of your legs. You’re already squirming.

His hands sit between your legs now, gently prying them apart to his liking. Josh takes the tip of his finger and drags it through your folds and your body jumps at the contact.

“You’re soaked. So fucking wet for me, yeah? Tell me how wet this pretty fucking pussy is for me.”

You gather your strength. “So wet for you. Please do something.”

“How could I ever say no,” he says in a soft tone.

When his tongue licks a stripe through your folds, you feel yourself begin to evaporate. Flattening your hands on the surface, you allow the pleasure to engulf you. His tongue, as soft as silk, toys with your clit. He swirls the flesh in his mouth, repeating every motion that makes you whine into the room.

His fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, holding you open for his own pleasure. He eats you out like it’s the only thing he has ever wanted to do. He flicks your bud with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth with his lips. He kneads it between the skin, earning pathetic whimpers from you.

“So good, Josh. Just like that,” you encourage, reaching behind to wrap your hands in his hair.

He moans at the praise, sending vibrations straight to your clit. Fire burns in your core and your teeth violently attack your bottom lip to keep yourself from screaming. When he inserts a finger, you know you’re a goner.

You’re grinding against his face, cursing and moaning with every stroke his tongue makes. He continues to make noise into your pussy, getting off on your own enjoyment. His tongue toys at your entrance, circling the hole wishing it was his cock. You grind onto his tongue, ecstasy taking over your body as you ride out your orgasm. You eyes go black, stars shooting. Electricity spiraling down your body, making your legs fall limp. Josh catches you and holds you above him, using your weakness of knees to his advantage. You sit directly on his face, giving him better access to your dripping cunt. You ride out your orgasm, cursing and chanting his name until you physically cannot form any more words. When you’ve finished, he removes himself from under you but keeps his hands tightly wrapped around your legs. You pant as he stands to his feet, hands gripping your waist so you don’t fall.

“Oh my god,” you breathe.

“So pretty when you cum on my face. It’s unreasonable to think I’ll have to eat anything besides that ever again.” he coos, helping you onto your back.

Laying in front of him, he kisses your neck. You expose more flesh to him by removing your shirt. His hands quickly find your breasts, squeezing the fat softly. His thumbs spin across the peak, making your mouth fall open in pleasure. His hard cock is pressed right over your soaked cunt and he rolls his hips into you. Still sensitive, you yelp into his shoulder.

“You sound like heaven,” he whispers. “Keep singing for me, yeah? Be a good girl for me.”

“Josh— I need more,”

He tilts his head and slowly grinds into you, making your eyes roll back. “Really? You hated my guts ten minutes ago.”

“Well now I want you in mine so don’t screw this up, okay?” You try to sound confident with your words as if you’d truly get up and leave.

Josh only laughs at your words and rolls his hips again before wrapping his hand firmly around your neck. He squeezes, making you lose your breath. Despite his tough exterior, you know he wouldn’t dream of hurting you.

“That’s not how this is going to work.” He clicks his tongue in disapproval that makes your cunt cry. “You’re gonna shut this pretty little mouth of yours and take whatever I give you, okay?”

“Yes,” you answer when he lifts his hand.

You’re shocked and completely aroused as he brings his hand across your cheek. It stings enough to make you moan. You never knew you were into pain during sex, but you’d let him do anything to you. The way he does it, so careful yet firm, makes everything feel so intimate. It turns you on more than you’d have ever thought.

“Yes what?” He quips.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” he purrs.

Pushing himself off of you, he works his jeans off. Pulling them down just above his knees, you’re able to marvel at him. He’s rock hard, straining against his boxers. A small wet spot rests on the fabric from where his precum leaks. You watch him wince as he pulls down his boxers, his cock bouncing up. Noticing your staring, he smirks and takes himself into his palm.

“See something you like?” You lick your lips. “Ask nicely for it.”

You’re a bit taken back by his words. You’ve never had to beg for a man, especially in a sexual scene. Your cunt throbs with anticipation. Josh is bringing out a side of you that you didn’t know existed.

“I want it,” you start, holding your tongue in fear of embarrassing yourself.

“What? I can’t hear you, mama. Gonna have to speak up.”

Mama.

“I want your cock, Josh. Want it so bad,”

“Keep going,”

You watch his fist work over his length, stroking slowly and squeezing as he nears the tip. With your legs spread, you slide your fingers over yourself.

“I need you to fill me up, baby. God you’re so big and perfect. Please fuck me. I want to feel you in me.”

Josh watches you play with yourself, hand gradually picking up the pace on his cock. He watches you, eyes flickering to your face and then back down to your pussy as you speak.

“Let me suck it,” you whine pathetically.

“If you do, I won't last. Bend over this for me.”

He taps on the rim of the table and backs away. You scramble off the table, doing exactly as you’re told like a dog. Bent over the table once again, your nipples are rock hard.

“You’re perfect,” Josh says, lining himself up. “So pink and wet. All ready for me.”

He pushes the tip in, a hand squeezing your hips as the other guides himself in. He lets out a shaky breath as he slowly eases his way into you.

About halfway, he stops to speak, “You’re so fucking tight and warm. It’s like you were made for me.”

“More,” is all you say, cock-drunk.

Mercilessly, he slams into you, making you launch forward. Your breasts scrape across the table, making you whimper. His hands wrap around your waist and tug you back to him. He stretches you so deliciously as he thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Oh. My. God.” You cry with every thrust.

“Feels so good, mama. So good.”

Your eyes screw shut as he quickens his pace, skin on skin filling the room. “Tell me more.”

“So soft, like silk. So fucking tight, squeezing my cock so perfectly. Fuck. I’ve thought about this for so long—bending you over a table and fucking you senseless praying no one walks in—or maybe praying someone does walk in.”

You tighten around him at the thought.

“I knew you liked it. You want someone to see how good I fuck your pussy? How I make you beg for my cock to fill you up? You want someone to see how slutty you are?”

His hips buck violently into you, hands finding your throat to pull you up. Strained, your back is against his chest again. He continues fucking you as his lips enclose around your ear lobe.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

“Yes what?” He sucks on your neck.

“Yes I want to be seen! I want everyone to know who’s cock I’m cumming on!”

“Oh, God.” He pants. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he attaches his fingers to your clit. “Need you to cum on my cock. I’m so close.”

“Me too. Keep going.”

“Ah, fuck. Where do you want me?” He says as his thrusts become sloppy.

“In me. Please.”

“So hot when you beg for my cum.” He cries as he falls over the edge.

You join him, crying his name as your legs shake. You feel him in you, squirting his cum into you. He whimpers and cries, making you explode again.

“Oh my god,” he whines, his hips gradually slowing. “Have you done that before?”

You heave in front of him, oblivious to his words. After a few minutes of nothing but you and Josh’s muffled breathing, he removes himself from you. He takes a step back until his entire torso is exposed to your eyes. Your jaw drops when your eyes find his shirt completely soaked.

“Jesus…”

“It was hot. I didn’t know you could do that,”

You quirk your head. “Me either… sorry.”

“Fuck. Don’t apologize,” he smiles, grabbing your hand to help you off the table.

“So now what?” You ask, cheeks red. “I’m too messy to put my clothes on like this.”

Josh nods as he examines your body. “I’ll go downstairs and bring up some paper towels. I’ll make sure the place is empty before you come down.”

You can’t help the bubbly laugh that fires in your chest. “If anyone was in the building, I think they would have heard us.”

“Probably, yeah. But for safe measures.” He shrugs.

“Yeah. Safe measures”

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[joshsjipple]

A Starved Man

DANNY WAGNER X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Sorry for being a bit MIA, I’ve been sooo busy. But I have NOT been able to get this man out of my head. This is so short and not my best work, but I promise I will be back full speed very soon!

WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content! MUSTACHE DANNY!! language, face riding, overstimulation, oral (f rec), a bit of a pain kink, some praise, some dom & sub if you squint. Heavily unedited!

Word Count: 1.5k (so short)

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It’s been a month since you’d last seen Danny. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t beyond excited for his arrival tonight. You planned a nice dinner in your apartment, cooking his favorite meal before slipping into a short blue dress.

He loved the fabric on you. He always recommended it when you asked what to wear on days the two of you would go out. You loved the dress put it was on the shorter side so you had to be extra careful when wearing it.

You clip a dainty silver necklace around your neck. The thin metal is cool on your skin and you brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you admire it. As you stare at yourself in the mirror, your eyes drag across a Polaroid picture of you and Danny a few days before he left for tour.

Biting your lip, you have a hard time believing he’s yours. Never in your life have you ever seen a man as gorgeous as he. His looks are a plus considering how he treats you.

A knock on your door forces you away from the picture. You’re hardly able to contain yourself as you skip to open the door. You twist the handle and tug it open only to be met with a stronger force keeping it in place.

“What? Danny?” You question, standing on your tippy toes to look through the peak hole.

“It’s me. Just wait a second,” he says.

“Quit being mean! I’ve missed you. I want to see you,” You give the door another tug.

“I have a surprise but I need you to close your eyes,” he tells you.

“Danny-”

“Nope. Close your eyes, love.”

You sigh and take a step away from the door. “They’re closed.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise. Now get your ass in here before I lock you out.”

Danny laughs and closes the door behind him. It takes every ounce of strength in your body not to open your eyes and throw yourself into his arms. Remembering your promise, you squeeze your eyes shut tighter.

You hear Danny suck in a deep breath, the kind that makes your knees give out. Your jaw falls slack when he places his hands on either sides of your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles over the material of your dress.

“You look so gorgeous in my dress,” he says, messing with the hem of the dress.

“Can I open my eyes?” Your voice shakes as you ask.

“Be patient,”

You groan but don’t object. Danny’s hands trail up your inner thigh making you wrap your arm around his bicep. You can hear the smirk on his lips as he lets out a taunting giggle. His fingers trail over your panties making you let out a pathetic uncontrolled whine. Biting down on your lip you squeeze his arm a little tighter.

“Oh God,” you whine as his finger brushes across your heat. “Daniel, please kiss me.”

“Someone’s excited to see me,”

“I’m serious. Stop teasing. I’ve missed you so much,”

With one hand gently circling your clothes clit, the other cups your cheek. His thumb rubs your skin as his warm breath coats your face. Finally, he breaks the distance. His wet lips meet yours, a satisfied noise leaving your mouth. Your hand wraps around his neck, tugging him into your face. When his face is fully pressed into yours, a slightly rough texture scratches just above your lips.

You tear away from him but keep your arms locked around his neck. Your eyes—now opened— stare in utter shock at the man before you.

Usually when he was on tour, the two of you FaceTime regularly. It just clicked in your mind that you hadn’t FaceTimed since you last saw him. You’d asked a few times but he always turned it down, saying he was busy or he was exhausted.

Now, you stare, mouth agape as you scan the lower half of his face. He smirks, allowing you to make up your own mind about his new look.

“Do you like it?” He asks after a moment.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you shake your head. “Fuck, it’s so hot.”

“Oh yeah?” He gawks as you run your fingers across the hair.

“Is this why you didn’t FaceTime me?”

“Yeah. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You raise your eyebrows and lick your lips. “Well I’m very surprised,”

“A good surprised?” He tilts his head.

You don’t give him an answer. Instead, you grab his hand and direct it under your dress. He takes the hint and cups your pussy. You groan at the slight contact he makes with your clit.

“You’re soaked,” he whispers. “That’s so hot. What do you want, darling?”

His fingers move the material to the side. His finger drags through your folds, gathering the slick on the tip of his finger.

“I want to fuck your face,” you admit, eyes locked on the mustache.

Within seconds he has you pinned against the wall. His lips crash into yours, teeth clashing against each other. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands explore your body, pinching and tugging at your skin. Your dress is hiked up to your waist, leaving you almost bare. He pulls away from the kiss, dropping to his knees and dragging your panties along with him.

You step out of the material and watch him toss it to the side. He kisses up your legs, nipping and biting at your flesh as you whine in pleasure. His fingers knead your skin as he nears your heat. Using one of his hands, he forces your legs open. His big brown eyes stare up at you, twinkling as he watches you bite down on your lip.

He tosses your leg over his back before he licks a stripe up your center. Before he continues, you tug him away by his hair.

“Isn’t there a more comfortable place to do this?” You ask.

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m a starved man,”

With his explanation, he dives into you. Your fingers immediately dig into his scalp as his tongue flicks across your clit. Your back arches away from the wall, a screech leaving your mouth. Danny’s hand grips the inside of the leg draped across his back. His fingertips dig into the fat of it, guaranteeing small raspberry-like blueberries to be left in its place.

He eats you out like he’s never eaten before; like he was put on this earth to make you cum on his tongue. You claw at the wall behind you, bucking your hips across his mouth. The slightly rough feeling of his mustache adds to your pleasure and you feel the pit growing in your stomach with every move it makes.

“Just like that, baby. Oh God,” you whine, hips rolling into his face.

He pulls away for a second to speak. “Ride it, baby. Ride my mustache, pretty girl,”

Your knees shake at his words so he uses his free hand to help support you. It sits on your ass and he squeezes it hard enough to make you yelp. You’re grinding into him, whimpering as you watch him suck your clit. Your hand plays with your painfully hard nipple as you try to fight off the orgasm that’s headed full speed towards you.

With one roll of your hips, the hair of his mustache scratches across your clit. The rough sensation sends you flying over the edge in a pile of cries. Your legs shake viciously under you as you work through your orgasm.

He works you through it and once you’ve come back to earth, you begin to pull yourself off his face. You squeal when his hands grip onto your waist and drag you back onto his mouth. Immediately, his lips tug your clit back into his mouth. He sucks on your sensitive bead as you try to pull yourself away again.

“Danny— I can’t!” You cry.

“I want it again,” he tells you. “I want you to cum on my face again. You can do it. Be a good girl,”

With that he returns to your core. He licks and sucks, mimicking the moves that make you jump. Tears stream down the sides of your face as the fire in your stomach nears explosion.

You’re crying his name as you cum again, panting as you ride out your orgasm. Your heart beats ferociously in your chest and your knuckles, buried in Danny’s black curls, are white. He keeps working you through your orgasm until you’ve entirely collapsed onto his face.

With a heave, he pulls away and gently coaxes you to the floor. Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Danny sits in front of you and runs his hand across your sweaty face. He clears the skin of hair and as you open your eyes, you find his entire jaw coated in your arousal.

Once he sees you’re watching—because he’s cocky like that—he flattens his tongue and swirls it around, gathering your cum. The hair on his upper lip sticks to his face but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Did you like that?” He teases.

“Never shave,” you pant and grip his hands.

“If having a mustache means I get to have you ride my face like that, I’m never touching a razor again,”

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[joshsjipple]

Baby, It's Cold Outside pt 2

A/N: Hiii. So I wasn't planning on making this two parts... but someone asked for it and who am I to deny you guys. I like the way this turned out and I hope you do too! Hopefully soon I am able to put more Jake material out and shut up about Josh... anyways. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4k

WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (please be safe), teasing, semi-public sex, shower sex, spanking, slight blood play (not really), choking, fingering, slight pain kink, overstimulation, oral sex (f/m/ rec), gagging, throat fucking, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation, hair pulling, p in v, dom (m) sub (f), light fluff at the end. Let me know if I missed anything.

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It’s been two days since you encountered Jake. Over the course of those days you had managed to convince yourself it only happened because of your injury. Your theory was that you lost so much blood you mistook Jake for Johnny Depp or some other insanely attractive man who resembles a pirate. It’s not like you liked Jake, in fact, you still despised him.

During meals you eat with both of your families, you’d avoid meeting his eyes. You could feel him staring at you through. His deep brown eyes trailing over your body as you licked on an ice cream cone or at a banana. You’d pretend not to notice as well as convincing yourself you were not doing all that for his entertainment. The ice cream just happened to melt all over your hand causing you to clean it up with your tongue. You just happened to like the feeling of the banana on your tongue so you’d occasionally drag it across the tip of it. It’s not like you coordinated it to the exact moment Jake’s eyes fell on you. It was all luck!

Tomorrow is your last full day at your winter getaway. Tonight, everyone fills into the living room to watch The Polar Express. Josh shuffles next to you, pulling the blanket from your lap and onto his. You give him a playful smack which he only laughs to. As an apology, he hands you a cherry flavored sucker which you happily take as compensation. After covering yourself up with a corner, everyone takes their seats.

“Jake, hurry up!” Karen yells from her seat in the reclining chair. 

Jake appears a few moments later with a drink in his hand. He stands in the middle of the room, his eyes scanning the perimeter. You do the same and your heart nearly stops when you realize there’s only one vacant seat. You meet Jake’s nervous eyes for a brief second before dragging them away. 

“Could you scoot over, Josh?” he sighs.

Josh’s eyes flick between his brother's face and the drink in his hand. “Don’t you think you should use a coaster?”

You keep your eyes glued to the TV in front of you as you watch the boys through your peripheral. Your heart beats in your chest and you wonder if Josh can feel it in the shoulder that’s pressed against his. Hell, that’s probably exactly why he ushers his brother over to the empty spot next to you. Pushing off your wrists that are planted on the cushions, you lift yourself so you’re nearly on top of Josh. Dramatically, he groans as he wiggles free. The couch is small, roughly big enough for two people to fit comfortably, but all three of you are relatively small. You fit, but not without your body sandwiched between the twins. 

You do your best to lean closer to Josh, pretending not to feel Jake's body heat surfing over your skin. Josh doesn’t say anything as he welcomes you to the spot, wrapping his arm around shoulder and pulling you into his chest. In any other situation your head would be spinning at the way Josh’s fingertips trace little circles into your arm. But it’s just Josh and everything that may ever happen between the two of you is strictly platonic so you melt into his arms.

About an hour and a half into the movie, the sore on your side begins to ache from the position Josh holds you in. You break away from his grasp, pushing yourself off of him and back into your vertical seated position. You’d forgotten just how little room is between you and Jake but quickly remember when your thighs meet. Your body freezes at the feeling and you forget how much you dislike him. 

Shaking it off, your hand scratches across a paper. Your fingers tussle with it before removing it as a whole. You bring the cherry flavored sucker to your lips and plop it into your mouth. You feel Jake tense up beside you, giving yourself a sense of power. 

You pretend to ignore his fiery gaze burning a hole through the side of your head as you pull the sucker between your lips. You trace the ball with the tip of your tongue as Jake’s fingernails dig into his thighs. You cross your legs, disguising the act that secretly causes you a sense of relief. Sticking your tongue out almost completely, you give the red candy a slow lick before hiding it into your mouth. You hear him exhale a short breath beside you. 

In seconds, he lets out another one, but this time you feel the warmth on your cheek. Jake’s leaning into you, his nose brushing against your cheek. You swallow and pull the sucker out from between your lips.

“Please stop sucking on that lollipop like that.” he whispers into your ear. His tone is filled with plea and a little bit of a warning.

“Why?” you reply, curious to how he will recover.

His hand trails onto your leg and you nearly gasp. “I keep imagining those lips of yours sucking on me and fuck… I’m getting way too turned on over you eating candy.”

His fingers grab the meat of your thigh and you glance around the room to see if anyone’s watching. Everyone is focused on the ending of the movie, including Josh whose eyes are laser focused on the screen in front of him.

“Jake…” you say in a low tone as his pinky finger brushes against your clit.

“You don’t like the idea?” His voice sounds like honey dripping from a comb as the small digit returns to your clit. “Cumming on my fingers while our whole family sits next to us in silence?”

“No, I don’t.” you breathe.

His hands tug your underwear away from your core and he immediately runs a finger through your folds. “Oh, angel you lie. You’re soaked. Is this all for me? You shouldn’t have.” he says, sticking his tongue out and kitten-licking your cheek.

“Fuck…” you whine as his finger works fast tight circles into your clit. Your eyes shoot around the room in panic. No one has said a word, the TV drowning out the sounds.

Jake smirks, kissing your exposed neck. “So fucking dirty,”

You close your eyes, savoring the feeling of him you worked so hard to forget. Suddenly, his movements stop. He pulls his hands away from your body making you hiss. When you open your eyes, the lights are on and everyone is standing up. The movie is over. 

You look at Jake who has pink cheeks and a shit-eating smirk on his face. He brings his finger to his mouth and tucks them inside. Your jaw loosens as he licks them clean, pulling them out of his mouth with a pop. Then, he stands on his feet and leaves the room. 

You’re frozen in place. Jake practically just finger banged you in front of your whole family? God, you really are sick. 

“You okay? Did the end get you too?” Josh asks, concern written across his features as a hand rests on your shoulder.

“Uh, yeah.” you say slowly with a nod of your head. “Are you going to bed?”

“Yeah, probably. You?” 

“I need to shower. Gotta keep this bad boy cleaned.” you say, pointing to your stomach.

Josh winces. “Good idea. They might have to amputate your lower half if it gets infected.”

“That’s fine,” you shrug. “You could take care of me.”

“And I would.” he smiles, ruffling your hair. “G’night.”

“Night, Josh.”

Fifteen minutes later, you shuffle into the upstairs bathroom. You had to fight off the urge to knock on Jake’s bedroom door that’s stationed right across from your destination. You’re exhausted and horny as you step into the shower. The water is warm as it cascades down your body. You shampoo your hair, scrubbing and massaging your scalp until your arms ache. You tend to your wound, washing it with specific soap Josh had bought for you at the drugstore. Finally, you flip the shower head onto your favorite mode and begin to run it across your body.

You trace your breasts, the water stimulating your nipples until they form a peak. You tease yourself, running it across your torso and over your hips. With a moan, it reaches your clit. Your hand holds onto the wall, holding you up as your eyes screw shut. Biting down on your lip, you whine as the water pressure strategically moves across your clit.

Then, the door shuts. You freeze and yank the handle away from your heat. You listen for anyone to speak, but nothing fills the room besides the beating of your heart and the sound of running water.

Curiously, you peek your head out of the curtain. You see Jake standing against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. When he sees you, he smirks.

“Miss me, darling?” he laughs, gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

“Not at all. You can leave now.”

“I’d rather not. Besides, I don’t start things I can’t finish.”

You roll your eyes and pull your head back inside the shower. “If you’re referencing me, don’t bother. I guarantee the water pressure will do a better job than you.”

He clicks his tongue. “Do you not recall the other night? Do you want me to repeat your words?”

“Oh don’t even!”

“I made you cum so hard. All fucking over baby,” he says.

You can’t see his face but you can imagine his eyebrows furrowed together. You wonder if he’s stripping himself right now to join you. The thought makes you pool between your legs.

“I thought you were Johnny Depp,” you scoff.

“Oh, you’re funny,” he says as he rips the curtain open.

Facing him, your cheeks burn as his eyes devour you. He sticks his lip out and runs it over his bottom lip, releasing a groan as he does so. You don’t cover yourself or even bother trying to close the curtain. He’s rock hard, bobbing in the air. You marvel at the size of him, all the feelings of him inside you suddenly resurfacing in your memory. 

“You like what you see?” he holds your gaze.

“Not really, I’ve had better.”

As soon as you finish your sentence, his hand wraps around your neck and he pushes you against the back of the shower. You moan as the cool surface meets your back. His nose is nearly touching yours, his eyes filled with a mischievous glimmer.

“Gonna make you cum till you fucking cry,” he spits.

“Promise?” you wink.

Your lips crash together. With teeth knocking together, you melt into his mouth. Your tongue swirls in him, tasting his saliva as his hand gropes your ass. You moan when he gives it a slap. He swallows your sounds along with your lips. He bites your bottom one, a metallic taste spreading over your tongue. You moan into him, arching your back as you search for friction. His hands drag down your body until they meet your heat.

He cups your dripping pussy, playing with it like putty in his hands. His lips curl into a smile against your mouth, his hand still snaking around your neck. He pulls away to admire your state; wet hair, red face, and eyes nearly rolled in the back of your head. He’s close enough that you stick your tongue out and trace his swollen lips. 

His finger begins to work circles over your clit. You quiver at the contact, mouth hanging open. He removes the hand from your neck and moves it to your breast. He takes it into his hand, rolling and flicking the nipple between his fingers. You moan when he wraps his lips around your hardened peak. As he twirls the flesh between his wet lips, his finger teases your entrance.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whine as he slips it inside of you. He doesn’t move, making you thrash against him with impatient cries. “Stop teasing!”

“Fine,” he growls, removing his middle finger and adding his ring finger.

He thrusts his two digits into you with so much force you rise to your tippy toes. You let out a deep moan of satisfaction, causing Jake to twitch against your thigh. He steps back, holding you against the shower wall with his forearm as he repositions his hand. His hand that’s draped across your chest moves a bit so your tit is in the palm of his hand. You whine as he squeezes it, the pain exciting you. 

Returning to his original task, his fingers curl inside of you. Your back pushes off the flat surface as your eyes begin to water. Jake thrusts his hands inside of you–hard. You stare at him, mouth agape, as his fingers fuck you into oblivion. You’re a withering mess in front of him, a private show only he could see. The sound of his fingers repeatedly fucking into at a merciless pace fill the room, creating a chorus along with your desperate cries and moans.

“You should see yourself,” he says, pushing his body against yours to kiss you. “Gonna cum for me, princess? Gonna be a good girl and mark number one off the list?”

His encouragement pushes you towards the edge. You feel yourself clenching around him but you hold it back. Gritting your teeth, you shake your head ‘no’ at him. He quirks an eyebrow, taking your retaliation as a challenge. With a growl he removes the arm pinning you against the wall and places it on your clit. You buck your hips as one set of fingers fuck into your pussy and the other terrorizes your clit. You bite your lip as you near the edge.

Electricity spirals through your veins, causing your body to twitch. With eyes glued shut and your mouth hung open, Jake works you through the first orgasm. Your head spins as the warmth spreads through your whole body, reaching places it never has before. As your orgasm fades away, Jake’s fingers increase. 

“Jake–the fuck?” you pant. You grab onto his wrist and attempt to pry him away from your sensitive clit.

He grabs it and holds it tightly. “You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough, darling. What’s the matter, you can’t take it?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead, he sinks to his knees. The knot reappears in your stomach as you see him knelt in front of you. “Wider.”

You manage to spread your legs even further apart, allowing Jake to slip in between them. He kisses your clit, his fingers still pumping into you, before pulling the bundle of sore nerves into his mouth. Your stomach burns as overstimulation sinks in, causing your hands to wrap themselves around Jake’s chestnut locks. He laps at your clit like it’s the only thing he was ever made to taste. The ball of fire in your stomach intensifies so much you wonder if it’s going to burst through your stomach.

“Jacob!” you whine as the fire inside you finally explodes.

Your legs give out until you’re completely sitting on Jake’s face. He pulls his fingers out of you, using his newly freed hands to squeeze your ass into his mouth. He sucks and licks until your legs stop shaking and his chin is soaked with your release. He kitten licks all down your thighs, cleaning up every last drop of your juices. When your vision becomes clear again, you look down and watch him pull away from you. His eyes are fixated on you.

“That’s my good girl,” he kisses the inside of your thigh. “You look so pretty in your post-orgasm haze, doll. Are you ready for more?” You audibly gasp at his words which he laughs at as he rises to his feet. “Get on your knees, princess.”

Between your aching muscles and his demand, it takes nothing to sink so you’re on your knees. He’s painfully hard–begging to be touched– to be relieved. You give Jake your best doe eyes and watch him twitch just inches from your face. Holding his eyes, you stick your tongue out and drag it across the tip of him.

“Is this what you imagined when I sucked that lollipop, Jakey?”

“Fuck–yeah.” he says, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “So hot.”

“I bet you wished that was your cock, hm? Did you wish I was sucking your tip instead of that nasty cherry flavored candy?” You lean forward and place a kiss on him. He shutters and lets out the softest whimper you’ve ever heard. “You taste so much better, baby.”

“Jesus,” his eyes widen as you take him into your mouth. “Atta girl. Just like that, pretty girl.” he encourages as you take him all the way down. “You’re so fucking perfect,”

Moving one of your hands, you cup his balls. He groans and thrusts into your face. You gag around his length, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. The sound excites Jake, causing his hands to sit on the crown of your head. He begins to work himself into your mouth while staring down at you. Your eyes water and your eyes burn as you focus on your breathing. One particularly hard thrust has you releasing a gag that burns the entirety of your chest. 

“Gag,” he demands, stuffing himself even further. You repeatedly gag around him as your nose brushes against the patch of pubic hair. “God, look at you gagging on my cock. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

His eyes screw shut as he whimpers above you, fucking himself down your throat. The idea of you being nothing to him but a fuck toy turns you on more than it should. You’d do anything for him and the thought excites you. 

He pulls out of your mouth and pulls you to your feet by a fistfull of hair. He brings you to his lips and begins to kiss you. It’s soft and passionate, making butterflies swirl in your stomach. His lips work over yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as you exchange small moans. 

Then, he pulls you away from him. With hands gripping onto your hips, he spins you around so your back is to him. He presses the palm of his hand on your back and bends you at the waist. 

“Grab onto the wall, pretty,” he directs, kissing your shoulder blade.

He lines himself up, dragging himself through the slick of your folds. Your body shudders as he reaches your clit. He chuckles to himself before sliding the tip in. He moves both hands to your hips as he slowly stretches you onto him. It burns so deliciously you’re desperate to feel it again. He works himself into you until he reaches the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you whine as his hips snap into you. You let out a sharp cry, biting your cheek in the process.

“Just take it. Be my good little slut and take my cock,” he thrusts into you. 

As he fucks into you, your body begins to go limp. The idea of another orgasm makes you light headed, but you need it. The urge is building up in your core, every thrust and moan Jake delivers getting you closer. He’s warm as he twitches inside of you, cursing your name into the steam of the burning shower.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” he warns. “Still on the pill?”

“Yes. Give it to me. Please, I need it.”

“How bad?”

“So bad, Jake!”

“Jesus, say that again.”

“Jake, cum in me.” you beg him pathetically.

You feel him pull out of you, his absence making tears spill from the corner of your eyes. After a moment, you feel his hot release coating your fucked-out pussy. As he finishes onto your cunt, your knees shake and you whimper. You need to feel him again, feel him pounding into you.

“Fuck me again, Jake.”

“God, look at you. All fucked out with my cum running down your legs and you want more? You want me to fuck it back into you?” he questions, running his tip through his cum that’s soaking your pussy. 

“Please,” is all you’re able to say.

It suffices because in record timing his cock is back inside of you. You can feel his release entering your body as he pounds into you. He pulls out again, dragging the head of himself back through your folds. After gathering up everything he can, he enters you. He repeats this motion over and over again until your third orgasm rips through you.

“Gonna get you pregnant, princess. You’re fucking mine, all mine. Fuck, take my cum. Oh God, I’m cumming again–fuck!”

He whines as your orgasm burns inside of you. Tears stream down your face, your lips red and bloody from biting them so hard. His words should scare you, but they don’t, they only fuel your release. You feel Jake twitching inside of you as his hips snap into your ass, his fingernails digging into it. You feel him spill inside of you, profanities leaving his mouth along with your name. The way he says it is like a religious song, a chorus sung to only the highest of honors.

He works himself into you until he’s done. After a few moments, he pulls away, a groan escaping you as he does so. You lay in place, unable to find the strength to move. Jake notices this and gently pulls you into his chest and back under the long forgotten water. 

“Are you okay, love?” he looks into your eyes.

“I’m great,” you give him a sheepish grin. 

“Good. Let's get you cleaned up.”

After telling Jake you already shampooed your hair, he insists on massaging your scalp. His fingers work through your locks, fingertips gently scraping your scalp. He hums as he does so–some inaudible song Josh had probably been humming– making your eyelids close. After focusing on your head, he moves his wet hands down your neck, kneading into the skin as he’s making bread. You groan at the feeling making Jake press his lips into the crown of your head. He works along your back, knuckles digging into your muscles as you grow limp in his arms. You rest your head in the crevice of his neck, your eyelids heavy out of tiredness. 

“How was your day?” he hums.

“You don’t have to ask that,”

“I know. But I want to,” he admits.

“It was fine. I’m bummed about going home soon,”

“Yeah me too. These past few days have been… nice.”

You giggle in his arms. “I would agree but I was nearly paralyzed in a skiing accident that was your doing,”

“Hey,” he mumbles, pulling you away from him so he can look at you. His hand cradles your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles into the skin. “I am sorry, but you know that’s not what I mean by nice,”

You raise an eyebrow. “What did you mean, Jake?”

He shrugs and looks at the wall for a moment before returning to you. “You know, not hating each other.”

“We weren’t exactly best friends either.” you remind him, thinking back to the awkwards dinners.

“I know, you’ve got my brother for that.” he rolls his eyes.

“And you have me for this,” you kiss his neck.

“That’s true. Take that, Josh.” he raises his voice a bit higher, making you chuckle. After a moment of silence he continues, his voice much more serious, “I like spending time with you, but I don’t want to start something–”

“I know, Jake. It’s okay, really. Long distance isn’t easy,”

“Especially with you,” he smirks. “But I’ll let you know if I’m ever around.”

“I’d like that. Besides, we’ll always have your bi-yearly trips.” you remind him.

“We do,” he tangles his fingers in your hair. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for the next one.”

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[joshsjipple]

Better Than Words

DANNY WAGNGER X FEMALE READER

A/N: Long overdue for some Danny love. I’ve been waiting for the right idea to come to mind to write about him, so I hope this does some justice.

Word Count: 3.3k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), praise kink, degradation, humiliation kink, slapping kink, semi public sex, oral sex (m rec), slight fingering, breeding kink, slight choking kink, cum play, dom (m) sub (f), p in v, rough sex. I think that’s it!

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You can’t imagine a better way to spend your day off. Perched on the couch with your favorite book, you sprawl your legs out across the couch. You’ve been looking forward to this moment since Monday, daydreaming about this incredible book your boyfriend–Danny–had bought you for your birthday a few weeks prior. You nurse on a glass of red wine here and there but never let it sway your attention too far from the book, just sipping enough to savor the taste.

You read through the whole afternoon, only stopping to go to the bathroom and make lunch. You have your ankles crossed and your nose in the book when you hear the keys jiggle in the lock. Within seconds, the door opens, briefly stealing your attention.

Danny gives you a warm smile that is quickly replaced by an apologetic frown once he notices he’s interrupted your reading. You grin at him as he maneuvers through the kitchen, emptying his pockets onto the kitchen island like he does every day.

“Hey, you. You’re home early,” you say, returning to your book again.

“Yeah, I texted you an hour ago. Josh and Jake got into a small fight so we called it a day early,” he explains. You hear him rustling through the fridge, pulling out a canned beverage. He cracks it open and you listen to him gulp a few swallows down.

“Daniel,” you whine, eyes fixated on him once more.

He sets his can down and raises his hands in defense. “Sorry, baby. I’ll get out of your hair,”

You watch him strut past you and down the hallway. He disappears into the bedroom first, exiting it with a towel. Then, as promised, he vanishes into the bathroom and leaves you alone. You take another sip of your wine and soak in the sound of water running faintly in the background. It adds to your vision and you cuddle back into your seat.

Thirty minutes later, the water shuts off. Knowing he never covers up after he showers, you tilt your head to the left to get a glimpse of him. He sways from side to side, radiating confidence and strawberry scented shampoo. He sees you out of his peripheral vision and yells, “How’s your book, babe?”

“Great,” you chuckle, watching him leave your line of vision as you bring your wine back to your lips. 

For some reason, your mind won’t focus on the book anymore. You’re almost halfway through, and currently in a very chaotic battle between the main character and the enemy, but all you can think about is Danny’s bare ass that’s pacing around your room right now.

After dressing himself, he quietly roams the kitchen once more. He tugs a few grapes into his mouth, barely making any noise. You want to watch him. You wonder what his hair looks like, what shirt he’s wearing, if he’s wearing sweatpants or shorts. Biting your lip, you take a peak.

You stare for a second too long and his eyes flick to yours, victory glossing over them. “See something you like?” he winks.

“Yeah, actually. Toss me a few grapes, will you?” you smirk. He only rolls his eyes and makes his way over to you. You grab a few pieces of fruit from his large bowl, eyes dancing over his tan face. “Just sit down, yeah? We can share.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, tucking your legs to your chest and patting the seat beside you. “Just keep quiet,”

“Whatever you want,” he falls back against the cushion. 

Danny scoots closer to you, grabbing both of your legs and tossing them over his lap. He pats them a few times before setting the bowl on them. He grabs the remote and when you give him a nod, he turns to a channel.

The two of you sit in silence, although he seems to actually be into the movie vs. you having no interest in your book anymore. You scan over his side profile, admiring his long dark eyelashes and his beautifully sculpted nose. His lips are wet from the juice of the grapes and you imagine what they would taste like right now if you sucked one into your mouth.

You’re suddenly aware of his hands on your thighs, stroking small circles into your flesh. You’re wearing your comfiest set of PJs, which also happen to be the skimpiest. The short’s material barely covers your ass when you walk and right now, it’s riding up your thighs, giving Danny more area to work with. His fingers dig deeper into your skin and you can’t help but let out a small whine in pleasure. Danny’s eyes stay focused on the TV. Defeated, you set your book down on the table beside you. 

“What are you doing? I thought you wanted to read?” he asks, his tone mocking.

“I’m taking a break,” you roll your eyes, grabbing another grape.

“Fine, but don’t brother me,” he quips, throwing your words from earlier back at your face.

You groan and scoot closer to him, chaining your arms together. “I’m sorry, love.” you kiss his bicep, letting your lips linger longer than necessary. “Let me make it up to you?”

His breathing hitches as you tug at the skin of his neck, yet his eyes never leave the screen. You lick the spot under his ear and his eyes flutter shut briefly. You remove the bowl from his lap, replacing it with your soaked core. Straddling him now, you throw your arms around his neck. He sighs and gives you a look that makes you throb.

“Whatcha doin up there?” he asks, planting his hands on your waist.

“You, hopefully.” you smirk, pulling him into a kiss. 

His hands drift from your waist to your ass as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like summer and grapes, making you drag your tongue farther into his mouth. He moans into you, grabbing your ass cheeks with both of his large hands. He pushes the material up, playing with the flesh like putty in his hands. Your hands tangle in his dark locks, tugging and gripping on it just how he likes. His hands drag your body into his waist and you lose all your dignity as you feel him grow against your center.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whimpers, grinding you back into his erection. 

You smile as you trail kisses along his neck, nipping at the flesh, sucking the skin into your mouth. He pulls the fabric of your shorts farther up, giving him more area to work with. Shivers shoot down your spine as his finger drags over your clothed entrance. 

“Oh, god…” You whine pathetically as if you haven’t gotten laid for months when in reality, it was yesterday. 

“You’re so wet, honey. What were you reading over there?” he sneers, kissing your neck. 

“I wasn’t reading,” you cry, jaw falling slack.

His hand crashes against your ass, making you jump and grind farther into him. The sting makes you moan, another wave of vibrations coursing through your body.

“So we’re lying now, hm? You were so mean to me earlier because you wanted to read and when I let you, you stopped. Why is that?” He continues sucking on your skin. With his hot mouth on your skin, you’re unable to form a thought quick enough to satisfy him. With another crack of his hand, you yelp and throw your head into the corner of his neck. “Not gonna talk now?”

“Again,” you whine. You should feel pathetic for asking him to slap you again, but you’re so turned on right now you don’t care.

Crack!

“Yeah? You like that?” he whispers into your ear, making goosebumps line your skin. His hands return to your slit, gathering your wetness on his fingers. He pulls them out and uses his other hand to make you sit up. Bringing his hand between both of your faces, your eyes gaze at the soaked digits. Your slick shimmers in the summer light, making you bite your lip. “You see how wet you are, honey?”

You nod, opening your mouth and he slips the two fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, eyes glued to his. He groans as you swirl your tongue across the tips of them, licking up every drop of your own arousal while you drip onto his lap.

“Wanna suck something else?” he asks, and when you nod, he smirks. “Fuck, yeah. Right here. On your knees.”

You obey him, sliding off his lap and sinking to your knees. You welcome the shiver that the hardwood floor below brings. Danny stands and shuffles to the large window covered by white blinds the two of you had picked out when you first moved in. He pulls the string, allowing them to fall open. The sun rays shoot into the living room, blinding you for a second.

“Danny–” you start but he quickly interrupts you.

“Nope. You wanted to be a brat so now you can let everyone see you get treated like one. And you’re gonna take it all, right? No complaints?”

You nod your head, hands tugging at his sweatpants. You tug them down, his hard cock surprising you. “No underwear?” you ask. “It’s almost like this was your plan all along,”

He smirks before grabbing a fistful of hair. “Shut up and suck it.” he demands, voice dripping with sex.

Removing his hands, he lets you take the lead. You lean in and kiss the tip before dragging your tongue around the slit to gather his arousal. Then, you wrap your lips around him, moaning loudly. The vibrations make him twitch and screw his eyes shut. Placing either hands on his thighs, you take him down your throat. You focus on your breathing as he reaches the hilt, a loud whimper rewarding you for your work. 

“Oh, god. That’s my good girl,” he praises, massaging your scalp.

Your throat burns as you start to bob on him, swallowing every inch you’re physically able to. Danny has never been a head pusher, which you admire greatly because it would probably destroy your throat entirely. He lets you set your own pace, allowing you to take as much time as needed. He has no worries on finishing, the two of you becoming so familiar with each other’s bodies that it’s never an issue. 

You gag around his length, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. You watch Danny toss his head back and his mouth make an ‘o’ shape. You swirl your tongue over him, tracing his veins as he holds your hair into a ponytail. 

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, honey. I wonder if the neighbors think so too,” he pants, making you squeeze your thighs together. “Yeah? You like that idea, don’t you? Do you like the thought of people seeing you gagging on my dick?”

You can’t help the wail that leaves your chest. You repeatedly shove him down your throat, making him twitch and wither in your mouth. He hisses and you watch his jaw clench, tugging you away from his hard cock. His hands grip under your arms and he lifts you to your feet.

“Can’t wait any longer. Gonna fuck this pretty pussy,” he grabs the back of your neck and turns you towards the window. “Gonna bend over and stick your head out? Wave to all the neighbors as you soak my cock?” You moan in reply. “Yeah, right. You’re mine. They don’t get a show.” 

He removes his hand from your neck and places it on your lower abdomen instead. He guides you backwards until your back is flat against the wall. He rids your shorts and panties quickly, tossing them behind his head with no care for where they end up. His fingertips immediately drag through your folds, causing you to latch onto his upper arms.

“So wet and pretty,” he coos in your ear, slipping his middle finger inside of you. 

“Danny. Please fuck me,”

His finger pumps into you steadily for a few more seconds before he pulls away. “Fine. Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. Remember you asked for it,” 

You yelp as he rips his own shirt off, his hands then moving to grip the back of your thighs. They dig into your skin, hard enough to leave a mark. You cry as he lifts you off the ground. As told, you wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. You’re already clawing at his warm skin, making him shiver as he slides the tip of himself through your folds. With one hand under your ass to keep you in place, he thrusts into you. 

You’re shoved back into the wall with a thud, your head smacking the surface. You wince, but Danny keeps going. He barely gives you any time to adjust which is just how you like it. Something about the way you can feel him stretching you just drives you absolutely insane. 

“You’re. So. Tight. Princess.” he says, each word escaping with the rhythm of his thrusts. 

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, having no regard for the scratches you’re leaving. He whines at the feeling. Moving a hand to your breast, he squeezes and tugs on your hardened nipple. He lowers his head just enough to pull the flesh into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His tongue swirls and sucks on it, biting with his teeth until you squeeze around his shaft that’s buried deep inside you.

You’re close, and the desire to finish causes you to remove a hand from Danny’s back to rub circles into your clit. You work at a fast pace into the swollen bead until a hand catches it, bringing the motion to a halt. You’re wailing, hips bucking in to meet Danny’s thrusts.

“Move your hand,” he growls, lacing your fingers together and pressing it above your head. 

“Daniel,” you warn.

“Your pussy is heaven, darling. I’ve never seen anything as pretty,” he cries, sucking on your neck. “She’s squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna come? Gonna make a mess on my cock and show me how much you love me?”

His words combined with his violent thrusts send you over the edge. Your back arches away from the wall, legs loosening around Danny’s waist as your mind goes blank. Not wanting you to fall, Danny lets your hand go and places both hands on your thighs to support you. Even after you’ve come down from your high, his pace doesn’t slow. 

“Oh my god…” you say.

“I know. Just take it, yeah? Be my good slut and fucking take it. Take my cock that’s all soaked from your cunt. Give me another one,”

Hair clings to your forehead, glued in place from the sweat beads drizzling down your face. Your breasts bounce with every assault of Danny’s hips. The sensitive skin rubs against his toned chest, adding to your overstimulation. Your clit feels as if it might explode as he places his thumb on the bundle of nerves. You’re scrambling away from the feeling but his grip only tightens.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? You wanted to play dirty, so we’re playing dirty. Now shut up and let me cum,”

You smirk at his words, pulling away from the crook of his neck you were hiding in. “You couldn’t cum if I didn’t make noise,”

“Is that a bet?”

Shit. “Yep,”

“Alright,” he shrugs, and moves away from the wall, you in his arms. Tossing you to the couch, he buries your face in the corner. “Don’t make a sound.”

You struggle to breath when he pushes himself back into you, hands gripping your waist as you meet his thrusts. A growl of pleasure rips through Danny’s chest, the sound making you bite back a moan of your own. He removes a hand from your waist and you wonder what he’s doing. You find out seconds later when a sharp painful sting falls across your ass. You bite into the cushion, trying not to make a sound. He does it again before squeezing the red area with his hands.

“You like that,” he moans, hands digging into the skin of your ass. “My good good girl likes it rough, huh? I’m fucking soaked, god. You’re so hot. ‘M gonna cum. Right in this pretty pussy. Gonna give it to you, yeah? Fill you up with my cum like you’re nothing but a pretty fuck-toy.”

Tears stream down your face as you try not to speak. When his hand snakes around your waist and begins rubbing your clit again, you can’t hold back. You squeal at the feeling of him attacking your overly-sensitive clit. He laughs from above you in victory, biting into the skin on your shoulder. His hips buck into you, your body doing it’s best to take all of it. 

“Cum for me,” he begs. “Please, I need it so bad. One more. Go on, soak it.”

As if your body is wired to his mind, you climax again. Danny’s praising you again but it all sounds like mumbles to you from your position. Seconds after you finish, he does too. You feel him release himself into you, his warm ropes of cum decorating your insides like frosting on a cake. The warmness spreads through your body as you come down again. Danny uses you until he’s finished, deep and rough moans of pleasure ripping through his chest. Eventually, his movements falter to a stop. 

He slips out of you, a string of cum connecting the two of you. He whines at the view before tearing it down with his fingers. You lay still until his hands flip you onto your back. You spread your legs as you feel him begin to drip out of you. He looks like a Greek god perched above you, the light accentuating his features. The muscles on his arms are outlined, along with his stomach muscles. His eyes are glued to your cunt that is overflowing with his cum. 

He notices you watching him and bites his lip. “Look at this,” he leans over you and pulls your neck so you’re craned to look at yourself. “Fucking perfect,”

“Danny,” you heave.

“Yeah? You like how my cum looks running down your legs, sweet thing?” he asks, thumb tracing across your cheek.

“Fuck, I love it.” you admit. 

“I’m gonna get you pregnant one of these days,” he runs his fingers through his hair before falling onto your chest.

“Danny, I’m on birth control,” you can’t help but giggle. 

“We need to get you off it asap,” he says.

“What? You want a baby?” you’re stunned.

“I want everything with you. Besides, you’d be so hot pregnant. And your boobs would be massive,” he kisses your stomach.

You swat at his head with a chuckle. “You’re such a boy,”

“I’m just saying! That does happen, you know. They get all round and full with milk,” he stares up at you, tongue dragging over your nipple. 

“Danny,” you whine. “Save this energy for later. I’m exhausted,”

“Yeah me too,” he agrees. “How about a bath? You can tell me about that book you’re reading,”

“Sounds good. But I don’t remember anything after you got out of the shower,” you admit.

“What can I say?” he shrugs. “Who would want to read when I’m here?”

You smile. “Now that I can agree with.”

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[joshsjipple]

No Crowd Compares To You

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: We're nearing 100 followers and I just want to give you all a big hug. Thank you for enjoying my readings. Every like, comment, and reblog means the world to me!

Word Count: 3.6k

WARNINGS: 18 + minors dni! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (be smart and safe), dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, oral sex (m/f/ rec), fingering, throat fucking, slight hair pulling, pain during sex (just a bit), choking, language, cum play, p in v, dom (m) sub (f), fluff. lmk if I missed anything!

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There’s no better feeling in the world than waking up on your own time. Natural–from the sun's rays sprouting through the half-open blinds of your room. It feels real compared to the relentless blaring of the alarm clock you had loosely come accustomed to. It also makes it better when your boyfriend is pressed against your back.

Josh’s hand rubs circles over your waist, dragging you from your slumber. Mixed with the light glow from outside and his warm hands, you swear you’re in heaven. He had just arrived home last night from their tour. Although you saw him just under a month ago, it felt like years. You spent the night in bed; tangled in each other’s arms, sharing stories, giggling, and making love. 

With a sigh you snuggle deeper into Josh’s body. His arm that once rested on your back moves to your waist, holding you in place. You shimmy your hips a bit extra, anything but surprised to feel him hard against your ass. He lets out a deep breath, his lips landing on the back of your neck. You smirk.

“Hey mama. Comfy?” he whispers into your skin.

“Very,” you mumble.

“I’ve missed you,” his hand twirls the hem of your shirt, making your body shudder. 

Goosebumps decorate your skin when his hand moves some hair away from your neck. His lips graze over your skin before kissing the exposed area. You giggle, your hand pulling the back of his neck to bring him closer. His warm torso presses against you as he licks along your jawline, sucking and tugging the skin between his lips. Your eyes close, the throb between your legs growing with every moan that leaves his mouth. His hands slip under your shirt, his fingertips dragging over your flesh.

“Josh,” you whine quietly.

“What, honey?” you feel him smile against you. “You want me to take care of you?”

You nod your head quickly, your jaw falling slack as he brings your hard nipple into his fingers. He kneads the hardened peak between his pointer finger and thumb, his teeth dragging across your collarbone. He switches to your other breast, pinching and tugging on your skin. His hand abandons it, making its way down to your clenched thighs. 

“On your back,” he directs, scooting over to give you enough room. Your shirt leaves your stomach uncovered, the cool air wrapping around the bare area. Josh’s fingers delicately dance over your panties. “Open up for me, baby.”

You follow his directions, bending your knees and spreading them apart. You whine, heat racing down your spine as he drags a finger over your clothed pussy. You open your eyes to see Josh peering above you, perched on his elbow as he watches his hand shoot electricity through your veins. 

“Joshua,” you groan, rocking your hips into his hand.

“Awe, is my girl needy this morning?” he teases, tugging on the top of your panties. “Be a good girl and take these off,”

Your hands drag the material down your thighs, noting the wet spot you’ve left. Josh watches you through hooded eyelids, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip. He admires you–messy hair and all– as you lay on your back.

“You’re perfect, my love. All sprawled out and pink, ready to cum on my fingers. How did I ever live without you?” he breathes, one of his hands spreading your legs down to give him more access again. 

Josh kisses at all the places that drive you wild; the crook between your shoulder and neck, the hollow of your throat, and the secret spot behind your ear as he gathers your arousal in his hands. 

“You’re soaked,” he acts surprised as if he has no idea of the effect he has on you. “Let me take care of my girl, mk?”

You fall back into the pillow and screw your eyes shut. Josh knows your body like the back of his hand; what ticks you and what makes you explode. He knows what makes you whine and beg for more no matter how long he’s been away from you. 

You suck in a hot breath when his thumb rubs your clit. He bites back a groan of his own as he watches you. Heat rises to your cheeks as he works over you at a leisurely pace. He strokes, circles, and teases your aching bundle of nerves until his entire hand is soaked. You buck against him, silently asking for more. Knowing you, he kisses the peak of your shoulder, showing you he understands.

A cry tears through your throat when he finally thrusts two fingers into you, forgetting about easing you into it. You took them easily and with gratitude. The sound of him working through your entrance fills the room, your moans creating a choir along with it. Jerking your hips against him, he presses the palm of his hand against your clit. You cry his name as he’s knuckle deep into your wet cunt.

“Oh my god, Josh,” you cry.

“Yeah? You like that?” 

You answer with another moan, your hands digging into the bedsheets beside you. Your words falter as he works you into a quivering mess. Your pleas and the wet sounds of his fingers pumping relentlessly into you fill your apartment, covering Josh’s moans of his own. 

“I could cum looking at you stretched around my fingers,” he says in a hoarse tone, eyes glued to your heat. 

Fire grows in your abdomen and you bite harshly at your bottom lip as the feeling increases. Josh feels you tightening around him, his eyes darting back to your face. He was always a sucker for watching you cum. 

“Cum on my fingers,” he purrs above you. “Soak them, honey. Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

With one particular curl of his fingers, you shutter around him. Your legs tremble as he works you through your orgasm, continuously stroking and fucking your pussy. His name and quiet screams are all that leave your mouth. He doesn’t stop his motions until you stop grinding against his palm, signaling that you’re coming down. He only removes his hands once he’s certain you’re done, pulling them out of you and tucking them into his mouth.

“I could taste you forever angel,” he says once he’s licked his fingers clean. His other hand wipes the few specks of sweat that have formed on your brow. “The sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” 

As you come out of your daze, it’s nearly impossible not to notice him rock hard in front of you. He whimpers when you reach for him. “Can you fuck me?”

“Why would I ever say no?” he asks, bending down to kiss your lips. 

“Not like last night,”

He raises an eyebrow before settling into an understanding expression. “My girl wants fucked this morning, hm? You want it?”

“Yes, Josh. So bad,” you tell him, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes you can muster together.

“No need to beg, darling. You know I’d never reject you,”

He shuffles away from you just long enough to remove his boxers. He motions to your shirt and you tug it off your body. You’re both completely naked now, staring breathlessly at each other. Josh smiles, scooting into you and wrapping his arms snuggly around you. 

“No crowd compares to you,” he says into your head before releasing you.

Crawling over you, he spreads your legs for the third time this morning. You feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the sight of him above you only adding to the sensation. One hand stationed next to your head holds him in place while the other drags the tip of himself through your slick. You both moan in unison, your hand squeezing one of your breasts.

He slides the tip of himself in, eyebrows pinching tightly together. He slowly rolls his hips into you, giving you just enough time to adjust to his size without hurting you. When he reaches the hilt, your pubic hair brushing together, he buries his nose in the corner of your neck. Your hands immediately find his shoulders, latching onto them as he thrusts in and out of you.

“You’re so tight,” he cries. “So perfect. Just suffocating my cock,”

“Harder, faster,” you beg.

A groan rips through his chest as he pulls himself almost entirely out. Only the tip remains in you and you clench around him. He rams into you, his body setting a rough and brutal pace. Just how you like it. His hand grips your thigh, pulling it over his waist to get a better angle. You cry his name, ignoring the small cramp that’s forming. 

“Yeah? Yeah, you like my cock, don’t you? My little cock-hungry slut,” he huffs above you. 

The sound of his skin slapping against yours and the wet sound of him sliding in and out of you has you in a deep haze. When Josh grits his teeth, his hand claps onto your neck. You scream in pleasure, your mouth lazily smiling as he squeezes his hand just gentle enough not to hurt you.

“What a slut,” he shakes his head, his eyes fluttering shut. 

You grip the wrist that’s holding onto your neck, eyes in the back of your head. Your heart is hammering inside of your chest as a knot forms in your stomach. Your breathing intensifies with every thrust of his cock. You feel yourself dripping all over your thighs and you can only imagine what his waist looks like. His tip keeps hitting that specific spot inside of you, over and over until tears are streaming down your face.

“Crying for me, huh? I can feel you, mama. Let it go,” he removes his hand, moving down to connect your lips instead.

He chews on your bottom lip and you do your best to kiss him back. You’re about to explode around him, tits bouncing in his face. He brings one into his mouth, sending you over the edge. His strokes continue, just barely slowing down. He’s trying to save himself. He doesn’t want to cum yet.

After a few moments, he drags himself out of you. Grabbing your hips, he flips you onto your stomach. Your body goes weak and you collapse. He holds onto your lower half, directing you on all fours.

“Again?” you pant.

“Awe what’s the matter? Mama wanted it rough and now she can’t take it?” he pokes at your flimsy arms.

“Fuck,” you whine when the tip nudges its way in. “Josh…”

“What?” he slides himself over your slick, grazing against your clit which causes you to moan. “Use your words.”

“Please cum in me. I need it so bad. Just use me,”

His hand on your waist pulls you into him. His other one rests between your shoulder blades, pushing you down into the pillows. “There baby. Now you can scream as loud as you want,”

Your soft moans turn into a squeal when he slams his full length into you hard enough to move you forward. The flames of desire burned through you as he picked up his pace. Your face was buried in one of the satin pillow cases, muffling your cries and soaking up your tears. Your hardened nipples drag across the comforter below you, stimulating you even farther. 

You yelp as he crashes into you in a particular motion, your back bowing in the process. His hands grip your love handles, dragging you into his forceful thrusts. You’re untethering around him, another orgasm approaching quickly.

“That’s it. Every fucking inch, just like that,” he whispers as he smacks the fat of your cheek. 

His thrusts become uneven and sloppy, signaling that he’s close. Instead of finishing, he growls and pulls himself out of your dripping cunt. You groan in protest, the empty feeling making your body weep. 

“Josh!” you begin to wail but stop when his tongue begins lapping at you from behind. “Oh god,”

“You taste like heaven, baby. I just couldn’t resist,” he pulls from you just long enough to speak before diving back in. 

Your ass sticks up in the air. You turn your head so your cheek is pressed against the pillow. Sweat pours from your skin, your teeth drawing blood from your bottom lip. You can hear the sound of your arousal fighting against his tongue. He moans into you, swallowing every last drop you’re giving him. Your knuckles turn white as you helplessly grip the pillows your head is resting on. When his fingers jab into your cheeks, the pain sends you hurling over the edge. 

You’re cumming again, coating his chin. His mouth still works at you, his hand now under your stomach to help keep you in his reach. Tears flow into the pillow, sobs escaping with them. You feel as if you’d just ran a marathon. But Josh hasn’t finished; you haven’t reached the finish line yet.

He detaches his lips from your core, your body collapsing onto the bed as his arm stops supporting you. You’re trying to catch your breath, sweat covering your whole body. 

“Hey, ma. You alright?” Josh’s hand rests on your back, gently making sure you’re okay. You nod, unable to form words at the moment. “Use your words,” his voice is deep and concerned.

“I’m okay, Josh,” you assure him.

“Do you want to stop?” He pets your head.

“What? No. You haven’t finished yet,”

“So? I’ll stop if that’s what you need.” he says firmly as you roll onto your back.

You can’t help but yelp in response. You’re enjoying the brutal fucking, the overstimulation, and the back to back orgasms. Your eyes glaze over his face, scanning his red cheeks and damp curls. You drag your tongue over your lips while moving your hand to squeeze your breast. Josh watches you, his eyes dark.

“That’s not what my girl wants, is it?” he tilts his head. You shake your head violently. He slows your motions, his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. You open up, allowing him to slide the digit all the way in. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around it. Giving him your best doe eyes possible, you swirl your tongue around the tip of it. “Fuck… You wanna suck it, angel?”

His voice impossibly deep and laced with sex makes your heart thump in your chest. “Mhm,” you slip out, still sucking on his thumb. He pulls it away with a pop.

“Come here, then,” he stands and points to the floor in front of him. Quickly, and rather eagerly, you pounce off the bed and to the floor. You hiss at the hardness of the floor. “Careful, love. Don’t want to break my favorite toy now, do we?” You shake your head, eyes focused on his hard cock just inches from your face. “Go on. Treat it nicely,” 

You open your mouth, putting your tongue on display as a warm pillow for his tip. He drags it across the flesh, precum leaking out of the slit. Your eyes flash up to Josh who is biting harshly down on his bottom lip as he watches it slip into your mouth.

His hands never touch your head as you lick up and down his shaft, making you a bit disappointed. Forgetting that, you take him all the way into your mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of your throat. He moans, his head tossed back as pleasure drowns him. You continue to bob on him, shifting from side to side in search of friction for your aching clit.

“What are you doing down there?” he asks. “Are you not satisfied?” he pulls himself out of your mouth entirely, your body flinching at the loss of contact. “Speak,”

“No, Josh,” you start, shaking your head. “I just wanted you to be… rougher.”

His eye brow shoots up as he smirks, giving his cock a good tug. “Is that right? My mama is just such a slut, yeah? Wanna gag on it till you cry? Is that what my dirty girl wants?” 

“Yes, please,” you whine, hardly able to hold yourself back.

“Good girl,” he praises before his hand grabs a fistful of hair to hold you in place.

You gag horribly as he slams into your mouth, your throat burning as you unleash a cry muffled by his dick. Your eyes dart to the back of your head as he sets his desired pace. He moans above you, whimpering and chanting your name as you swallow him whole. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the floor and joining your arousal that’s pooling onto the ground.

Your knees aching from the floor, Josh’s hand tightly gripping your hair, and the feeling of his cock filling your throat is all too much. You resist the urge to stroke your clit, instead placing your hands on his thighs to keep you in place. Your nipples are hard as diamond points, sharp enough to slice through skin. He tugs your head back until your eyes stare into each other.

“You’re so perfect with my cock stuffed down your throat. Missed you so much while I was gone. I had to jerk myself off in the shower imagining it was your pretty lips. Had to cum in my fist, wishing it was your sweet, tight cunt. Do you know what that’s like?” he slurs, hips slamming into your face. “I guess not,”

You groan in protest, a tear streaking down your cheek. His thumb erases it softly, reminding you it’s just Josh. A shiver zips through every inch of your body at the tenderness of his skin. He pulls himself out of your mouth, tip just barely resting between your swollen, pink lips. He pauses, admiring you for a second before thrusting back into you. You gag again, tears flowing faster, breathing increasing as you try to take him. The heat in your stomach grows and he’s not even touching you.

You whimper as he twitches inside of you, indicating he’s close. You’re so stimulated you’re sure one more word from him would tip you over the edge again. Josh’s lips make an ‘o’ as his thrusts quicken. Without warning, he removes himself and steps back.

“Give me them tits, mama,” he demands. You push your breasts together, making a landing area for his cum. You open your mouth, desperate to catch a single drop of him. “Yeah? Yeah, just like that. Gonna cum on your perfect tits,” his arm muscles flex as he works over himself at a deadly pace. “Look at you. What a slut. Just pleading for one little drop of my cum. Fuck–that’s so hot. ‘M gonna cum,”

His eyes squeeze shut as he begins shooting at you. His ropes of cum land directly on your aching breasts, coating them like frosting on a cake. A few strands land in your mouth and you instantly lick around your chin to clean it up. His hand slows as he finishes on your chest, a sheen of sweat casted over his perfectly sculpted body. 

When he’s done, he runs his hands over his face and through his curls. His chest heaves above you, the morning light making him look like caramel candy. You sit there pathetically, cum painted on your chest as you wait for his directions.

His eyes catch yours. “Well? You wanted a taste so bad, clean it up.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You let go of your tits, immediately using your hands to scoop his release into your mouth. He watches you, mouth hung open–partially in amazement and partially because he’s struggling to catch his breath. You get about halfway done when he kneels in front of you.

Cupping your face, he drags you into his lips. The kiss is soft, sweet, and passionate. Your Josh. His fingers dance across your skin when he pulls away. He plants a soft kiss on the crown of your head and you sigh.

“You don’t need to do all that,” he smiles, kindly. “I think a shower would take care of that, don’t you?”

With a weak giggle, you nod, taking his hands to stand. Your legs wobble and Josh snickers under his breath. You playfully swat at him and he huffs in response. He holds your arm over his shoulder, his other one wrapped around your waist. He guides you into the bathroom where he places you on the toilet as he gets the water running.

“You know I love you, right?” he quirks his head.

“I love you,” you reply, cheeks turning pink already. You stand and cross the tiled floors to crawl into his arms. His body heat radiates off of him like an oven. His skin is soft and smooth to the touch and you’d give anything to feel him forever. “I’m glad to have you home,”

He hums in agreement. “I’m glad to be home,”

You kiss the skin of his shoulder, a wimpy smile crossing your face. Pulling out of his embrace, you motion to the shower with a toss of your head. He nods and laces his fingers with yours. He guides you into the shower, letting you go into the warmth first. His hands rest on your waist as he watches you rinse his release off your chest.

Your stomach flips every time he watches you like this. He’s mesmerized entirely by you, by your beauty and grace. You feel like the luckiest–and only–woman in the world when you’re with him. Sure, you missed his dick terribly when he was gone, but nothing compared to how much you just missed him.

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JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Had this idea for a while and I would kill for some Josh TLC rn so this is what you get! It’s mostly fluff, but there's a bit of smut at the end:) This is also HEAVILY unedited. I love you, thank you!

Word Count: 3.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap please) praise kink, oral sex (f rec), p in v, language, fingering, some dom sub if you squint, some body insecurities, SO MUCH FLUFF, really just passionate lovemaking.

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After a long day of sitting in your cubicle for nearly nine hours, your body aches. As soon as you walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you fight the urge to collapse on the doormat. The only thing keeping you from doing so is the faint sound of Josh mingling in the kitchen. As you remove your shoes and hang your coat up, he appears around the corner.

“Hey, love. I figured that was you,” he says softly, padding his way over to you. He pauses just inches from you, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong, mama?” He sets his hands on your shoulders.

Feeling his soft skin, hearing the tenderness of his voice, has your eyes beginning to water. Immediately, his expressions shift. It goes from concern to a high level of worry. He straightens his back, eyes racing across your face.

“Oh, honey,” he coos, pulling you into an embrace. One of his arms drapes over your shoulder, the other wrapping around your waist. 

Involuntary tears stream down your face as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You melt into his arms, a sob escaping as you do so. The hand placed on your neck repositions itself onto the back of your head, cradling you against him. His fingers gently work into your scalp, massaging and tugging in all the right areas. The hand on your waist presses gently into you, his thumb moving across your shirt. You sniffle and pull your head off of his shirt, afraid to get him wet from your tears.

“No, it’s okay. Let it all out,” he insists, encouraging your face back into its original place.

You relax your shoulders. You’ve never felt as safe and understood with anyone the way you do with Josh. He’s always the person to notice when something’s up, giving you a gentle glare until you break down and tell him. He always wraps you in tight, warm hugs, your bodies pressed together while your breathing levels. He’s your home, your safe space, your person. 

After a few minutes, the tears stop. You take a deep breath and pull yourself off his chest. You grimace at the patch of black mascara you’ve left along with tear stains. You wipe away at it, feeling guilty for getting so emotional when nothing in particular happened. Josh grabs your hand and guides it down to his waist. Planting it there, he brings his hands to your cheek. Cupping them, his fingers glide over your tear-stained cheeks.

“What happened?” he says once you’ve gathered yourself.

You purse your lips together. “Nothing, I don’t know. It was a hard day and coming home to you just made me emotional,”

“That’s okay, it happens.”

“I swear I was fine until I got home,” you say, your eyes burning with more tears. “God, I’m so sorry. This is probably the last thing you wanted.”

“Don’t be silly, you know there’s nothing in the world I love more than holding you. I’m more at peace in your arms,” he says softly, causing hot tears to escape your eyes once more.

How did you get so lucky?

“Now,” he begins, moving his lips across your face. He places wet kisses on your tears. “Ice cream? A movie? Cuddles? What do you want, love? Name anything and I’ll make it happen.” His words soothe you between every kiss left on your skin.

“Maybe a bath? If we don’t have anything that’s fine–”

“A bath it is. I made cookies. Grab a few and sit down. I’ll get everything ready, mama.” he directs, letting you go.

He gives you a smile as he turns and walks down the hall. Without him in your bubble you feel like breaking down again. Instead, you shuffle into the kitchen. Two pans of chocolate chip cookies lay on the counter, fresh out of the oven. He must have done this on purpose, knowing you love nothing more than a warm cookie. Besides him, of course.

You sit on a stool and scarf down three cookies. Emotional eating? Perhaps, but you don’t mind. Neither does Josh. As he wanders back into the kitchen, he smiles as he notices your further relaxed state.

“It’s all ready,” he tells you, grabbing the tips of your fingers.

He stands a few feet away from you, your hands connected and dangling in the air. You swallow the last of your third cookie and push yourself off the chair and onto your feet. Slowly, he leads you down the hallway and into the bathroom, your fingers intertwined. The bath water is still running, the noise greeting you as you step inside the room. Josh maneuvers behind you so he’s able to shut the door behind you. Then, he spins you around so you're facing him.

“Can I?” he asks, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

You nod and he slips the fabric over your head, exposing your bra and stomach. His hands run along the smooth of your back before settling on your bra straps. His fingers work to undo it, but after a bit of struggle, you help him undo the clasps. Carefully, he pulls the material off your shoulders and down your arms before sliding it off your wrists.

You have absolutely no reason to feel insecure as Josh has always made it his primary goal to make sure you’re well aware of his love for your body, but you feel awfully vulnerable right now. You feel the heat in your cheeks rise as he discards your bra. Without another thought, you cover yourself. Josh pauses, his eyes meeting yours. He tilts his head, his eyebrows raising. When you don’t make an effort to remove your arms, he cups your cheek.

“It’s just me,” he tells you. Biting your lip, you remove your arms, thankful Josh didn’t force you. He takes a step back, admiring your breasts and shoulders. “There’s my girl,”

Without another word, his fingers find the zipper to your skirt. He pulls on the tassel, the zipping noise sparking goosebumps across your skin. You let out a long exhale as Josh’s hands brush across the small of your back. 

“May I?” he double checks before falling to his knees.

One thing you love about Josh is how absolutely infatuated with you he is. Not once has he ever shied away from his feelings towards you. He loves showing you just how much he admires you, whether that being through forehead kisses and hugs from behind or little notes scattered around the house. He enjoys laying in bed an hour longer, holding you close to his body, soft kisses pressed into the skin of your neck.

Kneeling in front of you, he pulls the fabric past your thighs. He’s humming a soft tune as you step out of the material, a hand placed on his shoulder to keep you steady. He slides the skirt to the side before removing both of your socks. Perched on his back two feet now, he stares up at you, eyes glistening and filled with love. He brushes his fingertips along the outside of your thighs until they meet your underwear. Rising to his knees once again, he kisses your navel. His wet lips trace across the skin until you shudder. 

“Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy,” he sings softly against your skin. He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties, eyes staring into you. When you nod, he begins to pull them down. “If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of me,” he sings.

It’s at that moment it finally registers to me what he’s singing. Unknown by Hozier. You’d recently become obsessed with that song after hearing it at a small cafe one morning. You brought it home with you, singing it around the house whenever you cooked or cleaned. You never told Josh to listen to songs as he was pretty particular with what he enjoyed. You knew he’d love it because of how much you loved it, but you didn’t want to force him into anything. He must have overheard you and done some research. Your heart warms at the gesture, making you teary eyed again.

“Where a blinding light shone on you every night and either side of my sleep,” He continues as you step out of your underwear. Tossing them to the side, he plants his hands on your calves, eyes glowing as he stares at you. Moving his head closer to you, he scatters you with kisses across your thighs. “Where you were held frozen like an angel to me,”

“Josh,” you sigh. “Baby, did you learn that for me?” You ask, guiding him back up to his feet.

He shrugs. “You’ve been singing it for a week straight, you really think I wouldn’t?”

You laugh and pull him into a kiss. His lips are soft and warm as you meet them. Softly, he kisses you back. Losing yourself in the way he feels pressed against you and his tongue tracing your lip, you moan into him. You feel his lips turn into a smile before pulling away. He steps away from you, eyes scanning over your naked body.

He bites his bottom lip as his eyes wander. The way he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world makes your heart beat quicker. Blush spreads across your face, your cheeks bright red as his eyes feed off of you. They flick to your eyes and the corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk when he notices your embarrassed face. He says nothing of it and takes your hand.

As he shuts the water off, you notice he used your special aromatic flowers and oils. He returns to you, guiding you towards the edge of the tub. He helps you into the water, gripping your hand firmly so he can grab you if you slip. He drops it as you sink into the water.

“Oh, god. It’s the perfect temperature,” you sigh.

“Thank goodness, I thought it would be too hot,” he says cautiously.

As he turns and heads for the door, your heart jumps. “Wait. You’re not joining me, darling?”

He pauses. “Is that what you want?” You nod in reply. “As you wish.” You can’t help but giggle as he quotes your favorite movie, The Princess Bride. “Would you like a show?”

“I’d love one,” you lean over the rim, hands tucked under your chin. 

His eyes hold yours as he removes his shirt. The light deliciously shines across his skin, igniting an orange glow all over him. He glows like the sun either way, but a little extra at this moment. He takes his shirt and holds it with his pointer finger above his head. With a wide-grin, he spins in a circle, a belly laugh leaving his mouth as he finishes. You clap your hands and encourage him to continue. He undoes his belt, slipping it off his waist and dropping it to the floor. You watch his fingers unbutton his jeans, the muscles working under his skin. He slides them down and off his ankles. As he stands there in just his boxers, you run your fingers through your hair impatiently.

“Enough of the show,” you say.

“You don’t like it?” he fakes being offended.

“I love it. You’re beautiful, Josh. But I want you in here now.”

His breathing hitches at the compliment but he quickly obliges and removes his boxers. You marvel at him, every inch of his body being perfectly sculpted. You run your tongue over your lips, coating them with saliva as he slides himself in front of you.

“Oh, this is nice.” he says, splashing water with his hands. 

You agree and grab white suds that rest on top of the water. Josh does the same, playing with the soap in his hands. You scoot closer to him, your arms holding the suds in front of your face. With a smirk, you blow the suds into the air. They fly into Josh’s face and he quickly swats at them. Dramatically, he glares at you; a simple warning. Ignoring it, you do it again just to annoy him. He shoves his fist into the water, splashing soap and oils into your face.

“Careful! You’re gonna get soap in my eyes!” you whine, wiping your palms across your face.

“Oh quit being so dramatic,” he huffs, grabbing your wrist and spinning you so your back is facing him.

Wrapping his arms around your stomach, he pulls you closer to him. Your body is pressed against his, the only thing separating you being the water particles. He’s warm and soft as you lean back. Wordlessly, he delicately rubs your muscles. You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling and rest your head on his shoulder.

“What did you do all day?” he asks, lips pressed on your shoulder.

“Oh, you know. Same old same old,”

“What did you have for lunch?”

Your eyes flutter shut as his hands work across your body. “A sandwich my coworker got me,”

“Was it good?”

“So good,” you breathe.

“I never realized you had a mole here,” he observes, eyes locked in on your shoulder.

“Well, I reckon there’s better things to look at other than my shoulder,”

“I disagree. It’s very beautiful.” he plants kisses up your neck, making you moan in return. You feel him smirk against you, teeth nipping at your exposed skin. You tilt your head, granting him access. He licks and sucks at the skin, each time causing a whine to drift into the air. His hands move down your torso until they’re resting on your thighs. “Josh…”

“What, my love?” he whispers into your head.

His fingers squeeze at the skin of your legs, making them involuntarily open. Josh chuckles, the vibrations causing you to move with him. His hands trace up the inside of your legs, discreetly making their way up to your heat.

“Can you?” 

“Can I what? Use your words,” he taunts you. When you don’t answer after a few seconds he tries again, “You know I won’t deny you anything, mama. I just wanna hear your words.”

“Will you make me cum?”

Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, his finger drags through your slit. “As you wish. Let’s get out of here first, mk?”

He stands up first before bending down to grab your under arms. After helping you up carefully, he steps out of the tub. His hands on your arms steady you as you too try and get out. Without notice, Josh wraps his arms around your bare body and lifts you up. You squeal and giggle at him as you leave the bathroom.

Carrying you to your shared bedroom, he gently lays you down. Lying on your back in the open now, the cool air coats your body, making you shiver. Josh stands above you, his eyes admiring your body.

“I love it when you’re like this,” he states, bending down to kiss your belly button. “All sprawled out and wet,” his lips glide over your body. “Where do you want me?”

You squirm when he removes his lips. “I want your fingers,”

“As you wish,” he smirks, holding your gaze as a finger runs through your folds.

You screw your eyes shut, letting out a soft moan as he glides through your slick. You can feel his eyes watching your every move, igniting fire inside of you. His finger swipes over your clit and your body shudders. He does it again, eventually rubbing circles into your clit.

“Fuck…” you cry, biting on your lip.

“You like that pretty girl?” He asks, his breath on your chest now.

His tongue darts out of his mouth, tracing your hardened nipple. You squirm from under him as he takes the peak into his mouth. Swirling and sucking on it, he works fast circles into your clit. He moves to your other breast, kneading it with his hands before pulling it into his mouth. He removes himself with a pop, paying attention to his digit that works inside of you. You gasp as he adds his ring finger, fucking into your wet pussy. Because your eyes are shut, you don’t notice he’s moved positions until his lips kiss your clit.

“Oh my god!” You shout, gripping his hair.

He drags his tongue through your slit as his fingers work into you. You sit up on your elbow as your fingers grip his locks.

“Fuck, Josh. Just like that, pretty boy,”

He moans at your praise, the vibrations connecting to your clit. He laps at you, eager to map you finish. His tongue skillfully moves across your body, repeating motions that only he knows send you over the edge. He swallows you whole like you’re water and he’s a dehydrated man, bucking his hips into the mattress.

“Josh,” you quiver.

“Let go baby, come on. Feed me. I want it all,” he removes his mouth to speak.

Dipping his head back in, he thrusts into the sheets. You’re reminded of how painfully hard it must be for him. You imagine his cock, thick, warm, with arousal leaking from the tip. With his head buried between your thighs, you imagine it stuffed inside of you as he cries above you. You open your eyes to see his staring back at you. You begin to crumble, squeezing yourself around him as his eyes bleed into yours.

You’re a shaking mess below him, your hips thrusting into his face. Josh doesn’t mind as he likes when you’re controlling in bed. It doesn’t happen very often, but he enjoys it when it does.

With one particular curl of his fingers and a flick of his tongue across your clit, you spill over. The orgasm is warm as it floods your body, your back arching as you coat his face.

Josh is usually more dominant at in bed, making your orgasms fiery as it rips through you. But when he’s as loving as he is right now, the feeling is warm like summer. Handled with so much care, love, and passion makes it feel like drinking ice cold water after a long day outside; needed, appreciated, and heavenly.

You ride his face as his fingers continue to pump into you. As you come out of it, his motions stop until you’re panting. You remove your hand from his sandy-colored curls and allow him to remove himself. He abandons your cunt, his lips red and plump. His mustache and chin are coated with your release and he drags his tongue across the entirety of it.

Grabbing the back of his neck, you pull him on top of you. Your lips meet, butterflies in your stomach. Swirling your tongue inside of his mouth, you taste your cum and his saliva. You rock your hips into his crotch, feeling him twitch against your thigh and he whimpers into your mouth. You swallow the sounds, begging for a tape recording of it so you could listen to it forever.

“Josh…” you cry.

“What, my love?”

You bite your lips, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Will you make love to me?”

He smirks. “Does my pretty girl want my cock?”

“So bad,” you nod, pressing into his length again.

“As you wish. I’m gonna give it to you nice and gentle though, okay?”

“Yes, please.” You say as he slides the tip of himself through your soaked core.

He holds your gaze as he slips the tip in, easing you onto him. He stretches you so deliciously, your mouth falling open. He moans and shakes as he watches you. Reaching the hilt you cry his name softly. His thumb rubs your cheek as his eyes close tightly.

“You’re so warm and tight. Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last,”

“I don’t care, Josh. I just need you to move.”

He pulls back and pushes himself in, his head hidden in the crook of your neck. You hold his head with one hand as the other grabs onto his back. You claw at him as he snaps in and out of you slowly, grazing your g spot each time.

“You take me so well. Fucking made for my cock,” he cries into your skin, bucking against you.

“Harder,”

“Yeah? Thought you wanted it soft today?”

“Fuck, I can’t! You feel so good please just fuck me.”

He groans as he repositions himself. Working harder and faster now, he thrusts into you. Your hand tugs at his hair as the other creates red scratches across his back. You’re both moaning, absorbing each other’s sounds.

“I’m close,” he warns, twitching inside of you.

“Cum for me, pretty boy. Cum in me. Fill me up so good,” you beg.

“You sound so pretty with my cock inside of you. Gonna cum for you. Gonna fill you up so fucking good—oh god,”

He spills into you, coating your walls with his cum. He chants your name like some religious prayer, begging for release. He whimpers into you, snapping in and out of you until his legs start to shake.

He pulls out of you like a man on a mission and falls back between your legs. Immediately, his arm snakes over your thigh, dragging you into him. His fingers connect with your clit and work vigorously. You gasp as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Fuck, Josh. So good for me,” you say.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, angel? Right on my tongue baby,”

You feel it approaching, a knot in your stomach. He laps at your clit, dragging it into his mouth and kneading it with his lips. Tears stream down your cheeks as you fight from under him. His hands hold you down firmly so you’re unable to move as you cum.

It rips through your body, unlike the last one. You feel it in your toes and all the way up in your head. He continues his motions, not stopping until you let go of his head. You shiver as your legs shake, back arched.

He detaches himself from you and licks around your thighs, cleaning up the mess. You watch him with a smirk as he sucks on your flesh.

“Want a taste?”

You nod and he towers over you. Your lips meet and you lavish in the taste.

“We taste so good, baby.” You moan.

“I think so too. You’re such a good girl for me,” he kisses your forehead with a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Josh. Thank you,”

He holds you in his arms for a moment, kissing across your shoulder and jaw. Your eyes flutter shut as he leaves love bites all over you. Pulling your hair away from your eyes, you stare at him. Oh my is he beautiful. His cheeks are red from the post-orgasm haze, his lips plump. You watch his deep brown eyes stare back at you. Your heart explodes just seeing him.

“Can we take a nap?” You ask, threading your fingers through his curls once more.

“As you wish,”

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[joshsjipple]

Brother's Best Friend, pt 2

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Finally posting this and wrapping this little blurb up! Just wanted to say Tumblr isn't letting me reply to your comments, but I am seeing them! I seriously appreciate every like, reblog, and comment. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying my content:) This is also heavily unedited!

Word Count: 3.2k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap people), teasing, dirty talk, praise, oral sex (m/f/rec), choking, language, minor cock warming, p in v, throat fucking, gagging, dom/sub (switches), use of vibrator, spit play, feelings, and light fluff. Sorry if I missed anything!

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When a knock on your front door appears and causes you to falter while putting dishes away, you check the clock. 10:30. You’re a bit concerned at who would be at your door this late, but nonetheless, you patter over and look through the peephole. You wouldn’t have been super surprised if it was one of your friends or even Henry coming to assure you’ve forgiven him, but seeing Josh with his hands stuffed in his pockets was last on your list. 

“Josh? What are you doing here?” you ask once you’ve opened the door. You try to hide the annoyance in your voice but you can tell by his knitted eyebrows that it didn’t work.

It’s been three weeks since you and Josh hooked up. Three weeks, and not a single word from him. You should have been fuming at the fact he was standing in front of you right now, gleaming at you with puppy dog eyes, but you didn’t try to contact him after the fact either.

“I know it’s late, but I just got back from New York and I needed to see you.” he says, pushing past you into your apartment. You scoff and follow behind him, slamming the door behind you.

Your heart leaps at the fact that him being away was probably the reason he didn’t reach out. “Oh. How long were you gone?” you can’t help but ask.

“Only a week,” he rubs the back of his head. 

“Oh.” you feel your expression drop back into its subtle annoyed pose. “So you don’t have an excuse?”

He stares at you, trying to decide what you mean. “An excuse for what?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. “Gee Josh, I don’t know! Maybe the fact we shared an intimate moment and then you told me you wanted to be with me and then ghosted me?”

“I know, Y/N. I know, okay? But you didn’t reach out either. I just figured you needed time.”

“Yes, I did, but three weeks?” you stare in disbelief. “Whatever Josh. Can you just go? I have things to do.”

“At 10:30? What could you possibly have to do this late?” he tilts his head. 

You take this as a challenge and rummage through your mind for an excuse. Only one thought pops in your head and you bite your lip as you decide if you should use ir or not. “I need to relieve myself.” You watch as his jaw falls open slightly, showing his white teeth. The skin of his cheeks turns into a soft shade of pink as he soaks in your words. “So I’d really appreciate it if you left. Right now.”

“Woah, wait a second.” he resists against you as you try to guide him back to the door. “You don’t want me to help?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. 

“How do I score an invite?” he tries again. You sigh and try to push him back to the door, but he holds his ground.

“You don’t. Now go home.”

“Let me make you feel good. Please.” he rasps. You remove your hands from his shirt and stare into his big brown eyes. No man should ever look this desperate to please a woman. Paired with his teeth tugging at his bottom lip and his hands settling on your waist, he puts up a good fight. “Do I need to beg?” he asks, tugging your shirt up with his hands. 

“Be my guest,” you say, pushing away from his warm body and disappearing into your room. 

At first, you’re unsure if he’ll even follow you there. Josh was huge on consent, and you didn’t exactly say yes. Your worries vanish after a few seconds when you hear his footsteps approaching your door. You stand next to your bed, hands folded across your chest. When he finally appears, he shuts your door and stands a few feet from you.

“Where do you want me?” he smirks.

“Right there is fine,” you say, pointing next to your nightstand.

Like a puppy, he does exactly as you say. You have to turn away from him to hide the blush on your lips as you remove your shirt. Wearing nothing under, you toss the material on the floor and begin to shimmy your way out of your pants.

“Wait. What are you doing?” he huffs from behind you.

“You can watch.” you say through a grin.

Without turning to catch his reaction, you wander to your dresser and dig in the top drawer. Finding your pink vibrator, you clutch onto it and crawl on your bed. Josh smirks at you, obviously enjoying the show you’re mindlessly putting on for him. 

“It’s pink. How cute.” sarcasm oozes from his mouth.

“If you touch me this is over and you leave my house, got it?”

He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it, deciding a nod would be better for his current situation. You turn on the device and the hum combined with Josh’s eyes staring into your soul makes you squeeze your legs together. Shaking away the shivers, you prop yourself up on your headboard and begin to open your legs.

“That’s it baby… spread your legs.” he begins to palm himself through his jeans.

Immediately, you snap your legs shut and sit up. “Don’t do that,” you growl defensively. “I’m in control here.”

“Right,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “I’ll let you have your moment.”

“On your knees,” you direct him, trying to keep your voice from shaking. He obliges, falling to his knees right in front of you. “Good. Just sit there and look pretty, mk?”

You watch his fingernails dig into his clothed thighs as you run the member through your folds. You make sure to spice up your reaction, rolling your eyes in the back of your head and letting out a soft moan. Josh sits there, as he’s told, a glimmer in his eyes. You continue sliding the device through your slick, biting down on your lip when it comes across your clit. He adjusts himself, letting out a groan as he searches for friction through his pants.

“Jesus, fuck Y/N. Do you want me to beg? Cause I will.” he growls. 

You pull the vibrator away from your heat and think for a moment. It’s a nice visual to imagine him on his hands and knees begging to get you off, but you sweep it from your mind. Holding his gaze, you flick the utensil over your throbbing clit. Your hips grind up into it, a long breath leaving your lungs.

“Please, Y/N. I need to taste you so bad,” he begins, a mischievous shimmer in his eye. Your guard shatters as he slowly crawls to you. Your breathing hitches as he makes eye contact with your heat. “Open up for me. Let me see you.”

Shamefully, you do just that. His tongue darts out and traces his bottom lip. Your skin flourishes with goosebumps as his cool breath reaches your center. “How do you plan on ‘being in control’ if you can’t touch me?”

He smirks, obviously having a plan. He shrugs and says, “I don’t know, mama. Wanna find out?” You nod quickly and he lets out a low chuckle. “I thought so. Now touch yourself.”

You falter for a moment, but begin to drag your fingernails across your stomach. Squeezing one of your breasts, you toss the vibrator to the side. You drag a finger over yourself, relishing in the feeling of actual human skin causing you pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut in hopes of escaping his glare, but you feel his eyes lingering on your skin. You squirm, imagining his finger teasing your clit. It’s stupid, considering he’s right there and would gladly do it for you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re like this,” he hums, blowing cold air across the nipple that’s not threaded through your fingers. Your back arches involuntarily at his words. “I wish I could touch you, baby. I’d make you feel so good until you’re crying for my cock.”

You circle your clit quicker, earning a low grunt from Josh. “You wish.”

“I do,” he responds without a pause. “I wish so bad.”

You add another finger and work your bundle of nerves furiously. Josh’s hovering above you, not a single piece of him touching you. It’s driving you insane and there’s nothing you want more than to feel his tongue sucking your clit. The image of him between your legs in the car pops into your mind. His cheeks were red, his chin covered in your release as he stared at you through hooded eyelids. You use this image to help resist the urge of letting him win.

When you arch your back even farther, your chest nears his face. He breathes out, the warm air coating your body. “Say the words and I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have before.”

You groan. “No.”

“Your funeral,” he smirks, sitting back on his ankles. You don’t know when he crawled onto the bed, but that thought was the farthest thing from your mind as he began to unbutton his pants. You scoff at him, perching yourself back up on your elbows. “What? You said I couldn’t touch you.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Says the girl who’s getting herself off for my own personal torture,” he bites as he works the fabric off his legs. 

“You should have called, Josh.” you hiss, working your fingers back over yourself. 

You drag a finger to your entrance and slowly slide it in as Josh removes his last layer. His cock is hard as a rock, precum leaking from the tip. Your body jerks at the sight of a vein protruding from the side. In one swift, fluid motion, he tugs the shirt off his back and tosses it to the ground. He returns to his cock and it looks painful as he takes it into his hand and begins to fist himself. Your heart nearly explodes as he does the most vile thing a man could ever do; spit on himself. You moan his name as you watch him begin to jerk himself. You begin to move your finger in and out of you faster.

“Add another,” he demands in a hoarse tone. 

Your body shakes as you slide your ring finger back into yourself, along with your pointer. Sloppish noises fill the room as you and Josh both work towards your climaxes. Your eyes are glued to Josh’s cock, his glued to your dripping center. 

“Give me that,” he stops his motions and snatches the vibrator from beside you. When you open your mouth in protest, he stops you. “You only said I couldn’t touch you.”

“Stop cheating, Kiszka.” you growl, your stomach muscles tensing as your fingers pound into you.

“Let me touch you,” he tries one last time.

“Not happening,” you say, removing your fingers from your entrance. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” you say confidently, knowing damn well you’re screwed. 

He flips the switch on and settles between your legs, careful not to let any part of himself touch you. He holds the device in the air and presses it to your clit. You jolt from under him as he abruptly pulls it away from you. Then, he flicks it off before sliding the tip of it into you. Your hands grip your bed sheets as he pathetically slides the tube in and out of you, just fast enough to keep you stimulated but too slow to get you anywhere. 

“Josh,” you whine and buck your hips against the toy.

“Nope,” he teases. “Your turn to beg.”

Anger splashes through your blood as you bite down on your lip. “I’m not begging.”

“Just surrender already. You’re so difficult.” he whispers. 

“Please touch me, Josh.” you pathetically say, your words strained. 

As soon as those words leave your mouth, he removes the vibrator and abandons it on the bed next to you. You expect to feel his lips sucking on your clit immediately, but he starts at your ankles. Placing delicate but wet kisses along your skin, you grip the sheets tighter. He nips at the inside of your thighs, tugging and sucking on your skin. You have hope when his lips brush across your folds, but they abandon that idea and he kisses your belly button instead.

You grab his head of curls and push him back to your heat. “Either make me cum or leave.”

“So demanding,” he rolls his eyes before diving in.

Immediately, he takes your clit into his mouth. His lips knead the swollen bundle of nerves and when he tries to pull away, your hand holds him in place. “So fucking hot.” He continues to lap at your clit. “I could cum just from getting you off, you know that right?”

You clench your teeth before saying, “Get on with it.”

He giggles against you, the vibrations causing an extra wave of arousal to rush through you. Luckily, Josh can tell and quickly reattaches his mouth to your soaking core. His tongue teases your entrance as his lips work around. He acts like a starved man as he devours your pussy. 

“Do that again–shit–just like that, baby. So fucking good.” you shiver underneath him. 

His hands grip your ass as he forces you farther into the heat of his mouth. Your thighs squeeze around his head and he pulls a hand from under you to hold it down. The unrelenting force of his mouth draws you closer to the edge and your legs begin to shake as stars appear in your vision. With your hand fiercely tugging at his curls, you thrust into his face. Josh welcomes it, humming in pleasure. 

That motion sends you into oblivion. You become a withering mess, your body jerking from side to side as an orgasm rips through you. His name, along with a dozen profanities, leave your mouth. Josh doesn’t stop his motions of licking, sucking, and stroking until your body stops shaking and your release coats the bottom half of his face. 

Gathering your strength, you blink motionless at the ceiling. He kisses your thighs, gently licking up any access cum he didn’t catch in his mouth. Once you’re cleaned up, he crawls over your limp body and falls against you. His arms wrap you in a tight hug and you can feel his cock twitch against your leg.

“You okay?” He says as he kisses your ear.

“I want to make you feel good, Josh.” you say in a hushed tone, snaking your hand down to the shaft of him. The contact makes him jump and thrust into you. He whimpers into your neck, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Sit up for me, pretty.”

He listens and you crawl over his outstretched legs. You run your tongue over his belly button, tracing his happy trail all the way down to the patch of hair resting below his hips. You kiss his soft skin, earning sweet moans. His hand finds your hair and he massages your scalp. You take him into your hand again, pumping him a few times as you lick up his balls. When you pull away from him, a sheen of sweat has covered his rosie cheeks.

“Go on, mama. Suck it.” he quivers, his thumb running over your plump lip. He uses the tip of his cock to brand you with his pre cum, spreading it across the skin like lipstick. “Open.” 

You stick out your tongue and allow him to slap himself on the muscle before you slide him into your mouth. Josh pushes your head down until every hard inch of him is buried in the back of your throat. Your lungs burn as tears form in your eyes. 

“Breathe, mama.” he soothes you, his fingers massaging your head. He doesn’t move an inch, forcing you to focus on your breathing. You fight back a gag as his fingers brush a strand of hair out of your face. “You look remarkable with my cock down your throat, love.” He pulls you off of his length, his eyes meeting yours. He wipes drool from your lip with a smirk. “You take me so good. Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” he asks.

You nod and he quickly shoves himself back into your mouth. He uses his hand as a makeshift ponytail as he plunges up into your mouth. You gag as tears spill down your cheeks. You focus on his chest. His chest heaves, his stomach flexing with every thrust. You feel him twitch in your mouth and he quickly removes your lips from him. A trail of saliva is all that connects the two of you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” he groans, using the pad of his thumb to break the line. He dips it in your mouth before pulling it back out. Manhandling you, he pulls you to the edge of the bed so he’s standing between you. “Are you still on the pill?” you nod. “Do you want to use a condom?”

“No, Josh. Cum inside of me. Please. I need it.” you cry. 

He groans from above you, sliding the tip of him through your slick. You wrap your legs around your waist and one of his hands keeps you in place as the other angles your ass higher. Without warning, he stuffs himself inside of you. A loud, pornographic moan escapes your mouth as his hips snap in and out of you.

“You’re so tight, darling. Fuck–taking me so good.” he whimpers from above you.

His hands grip your tits as he continues to fuck your cunt. Your legs tighten around him, hands clawing at his back as you take everything he has. Pleasure already builds in your lower abdomen, and you try to fight it off, not ready to let him go. His strokes deepen inside of you and you feel yourself sliding back. Josh places his hand on your neck, squeezing enough to take your breath away for a moment. 

“Josh,” you rasp through the hold on your neck.

“Yeah? Say my name again–fuck.” his grip tightens and you grab his wrist with your hand.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.” you warn as the tip of him brushes against your G-spot once more. 

He repeats the same move until your body shakes violently from under him. His eyebrows are knitted together tightly as another mind blowing orgasm controls your body. He follows soon after, panting and crying your name as he fills you up. He’s warm inside of you and you want to feel this way forever. 

He collapses on top of you, burying his nose in your neck. You both pant as your bodies recuperate. His hand eventually finds your cheek and his thumb strokes the soft skin. He wipes hair out of your face before kissing your collar bone. He kisses a trail along your face, planting a giant one of your forehead before connecting them.

“I’m so in love with you,” he admits, hands massaging your scalp. 

“I love you Josh. I want to be with you.”

He pulls away and stares at you with his big brown eyes. His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m eternally yours, sweetheart.”

[joshsjipple]

Baby, It's Cold Outside pt 1

JAKE KISZKA X FEMALE READER

Word Count: 4.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content, angst (kinda an enemies to lovers), talk of blood, injury, pain from said injury, unprotected sex (cmon guys), praise kink, oral sex (f/m/rec), rough fingering, language, slaps like once, p in v, dom and sub (can go both ways), fluff etc etc.

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Spending Christmas in the freezing cold was not ideal, but then again, neither was being involved in a skiing accident. Could you even call it that? It was a pathetic story, really. You’ve never been one for sports or anything that required you to move at top speed while having to maintain balance, so when your mom asked you to ski with everyone today, you were dumbfounded. It was fun for a while–watching your parents attempt to take on the slopes. That feeling didn’t last long because sooner or later, you were reminded you didn’t come alone on this trip.

Your mother and Karen were best friends throughout high school and stayed in touch through adulthood. At least twice a year, both of your families would leave town together and embark on an adventure. You’d hoped they’d stop inviting you, or atleast stop inviting Karen’s kids, after you all graduated. That didn’t happen. In fact, it only made them extend the trip so they would have more time to spend more time with their grown kids.

Josh zooms by you, a high pitched inaudible scream leaving his mouth as he does so. You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. You never had a problem with Josh, besides the fact he could get a bit talkative. He was kind, patient, and fun; the exact opposite of his twin brother, Jake. He, on the other hand, was snarky, rude, and dead silent. You’d tried to give him a chance for a few years, but he’d just end up ignoring your friendly gestures. Eventually, you stopped trying. You thought that was the end of it, but boy were you wrong. 

From that point on, Jake made it his lifelong goal to poke and prod at you. He knew what ticked you off by now and he put that to use the whole week you spent together. No one else heard it, but they all noticed the mean stares you’d give each other at the dinner table. Everyone seemed to stay out of it for the most part, sweeping it under the rug for the time being. Josh knew, but only because he was the one person you could stand on your trips. 

Now, perched on the top of a snow-covered hill, you stare down it. Josh’s long gone, joining the rest of the crew down at the bottom and of course, leaving you and Jake at the top. He slides in next to you, his sticks jabbing into the ground to help hold him in place. He’s wearing a giant coat with fur lining the hood, his face barely visible. Giant goggles sit on his nose, making his eyes unnoticeable. You look over at him, trying to figure out if he’s going or if you are.

“Are you just going to stand up here with your jaw dropped?” he asks cooly, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yes, actually. I was thinking about grabbing a flag and claiming it.” you reply plainly. 

Jake doesn’t respond, but he moves a step closer to you. “See that treeline?” he points to your right. “There’s a gap right there. Take it as a shortcut and surprise them from behind.”

You roll your eyes, shifting from side to side. “Yeah right.”

“Too scared?” he says in a baby voice, close enough to your ear that you could feel his breath if it weren’t for your ten layers of clothes.

“What? No!” you growl defensively, pushing him away from you.

“Prove it.” he bites.

Rolling your eyes, you push off the hill. Feeding off of Jake’s words, you lean left and you gradually slip through the path he was talking about. You hear him shout from behind you, but figuring it’s just him cheering, you continue. Over time, you pick up speed. You’re steadily moving down the path that seems to be getting narrower with every tree you pass. You hear another frantic shout and when you look to your left, you see Jake on the main path. He’s leaning to the left, desperately crawling to you. He shouts something, his fingers pointing to you. When you turn to see what has his attention, you’re too late.

A giant tree had grown right down the middle of the path. You scream as you cascade through the thick branches. Losing your footing, you begin to tumble, your body banging against the wood. From the force, your coat is ripped open, allowing a sharp branch to tear into the side of your torso. You scream, feeling the hot blood already trickling down your stomach. Once you’re past the tree, you roll a few more times before abruptly coming to a stop. Luckily, it snowed the night before so your landing is awfully comfortable.

You lay there for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Lifting your head, you note that if you hadn’t been exactly where you were, you’d probably never be able to walk again. You hear a muffled voice, and when you see Jake moving towards you, your stomach begins to sting. Your hand immediately addresses the wound and you hiss through gritted teeth. Jake falls to your side, his hands frantically moving in the air as he tries to decide what to do.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a bit of concern in his voice.

“Jesus, do I look okay?” you growl.

He opens his mouth to speak but gets distracted by the voices of your families approaching. In record timing, your mother is by your side, cradling your head. Everyone’s talking around you and when your eyes find Josh, his eyebrows are drawn together. 

“Does anything else hurt?” your mother asks, her eyes wide.

“No, I’m fine.” you say. “It’s just a scratch.”

You’re right. It’s not like there’s a gaping hole in your abdomen, just a large scrape. Your face has some as well, and it stings when your mother cups your cheeks. As your parents discuss, you notice Josh and Jake talking just loud enough for you to hear.

“I literally just said to tell her to stay away from that path.” Josh scolds his brother.

“I know.” Jake replies through pursed lips.

“Someone needs to take her back up to the cabin.” Karen says from a few feet away.

“Jake will.” Josh says with a wide grin. “Isn’t that right?” Jake responds by shooting daggers at him, but reluctantly shakes his head in agreement.

“No. I will.” your mom says.

“Mom, you were having fun…” your voice trails off. “I’m sure Jake can make sure I get back okay.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. You nod and squeeze her hand. “Alright.”

She backs away from you and helps you to your feet. Your legs are sore and your body undeniably needs a reset, but you’re not paralyzed. You rest on your mother until Jake’s prepared enough to drag you up the hill. When she hands you over like a prized possession, you’re sure to put all of your weight on Jake. He curses under his breath and then waves your mother off. 

“This may be a bad time to mention it, but I love your perfume.” Jake says with a friendly smile.

“I heard you and Josh talking. And I’m not wearing any perfume.” you breathe loudly. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Since when do you ever listen to me?” he defends himself as he begins to haul you up the hill. 

“Doesn’t matter! Why would you tell me to do it?”

“Well at least you didn’t die.” he chirps.

“Shut up.”

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By the time the two of you reach the cabin, you’re both sweating. Jake collapses as soon as he steps up the stairs. You roll your eyes and step over him, your hand holding your clothes to stop the bleeding from your wound. Seen as your coats almost ripped to shreds, it takes you only a few minutes to strip into a single layer. Your shirt is torn at the seams, so you toss it in the trash can as you pad down the hallway to your room. 

Removing all your clothes, you examine the wound. It’s still fresh and blood oozes from out of it. Your head spins as you stare, your stomach queasy. Deciding you can’t take anymore, you resort to the last wanted option.

“Jake!” you shout loud enough he can hear it from outside. After a few moments you hear the door open and shut. “Grab the first aid kit and come here.”

In a few minutes, the handle on your door turns and Jake stumbles in. Your hand is pressed against the wound, your jaw clenched tightly. Jake’s steps falter as his eyes scan over you. His eyes smolder with intensity and widen slightly. Swallowing loudly, he runs his hand over the back of his head. You stare at him in confusion until you realize you’re in nothing but a bra and underwear.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” you snap.

“Y-you want me to help you with that?” he over enunciates the last word, making your eyes roll. 

“You did this Jake, not me.” you sneer and narrow your eyes. He blinks rapidly for a second, his eyes glued to the ground. “Jake. I’m gonna bleed out.”

“Sorry.” he mumbles, taking a seat next to you and opening the kit. “What do I need?”

“I think I should rinse the blood off first.” you say, hissing as you touch the scrape. “Wanna start the bath?”

Jake groans, but disappears to start the water. A few minutes later he returns and helps you to your feet. You take tentative steps, your head spinning. Once you reach the bathroom, you toy with the clasp of your bra. Jake shoots away from you, turning so he’s facing the wall.

“Oh grow up Jake.” you complain, cheeks as red as a tomato. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he remarks.

You remove your clothes and dip your leg into the water. As you slide the rest of the way in, your foot slips and you begin to fall. Jake’s hands grab your under arms and he gently lures you into the warm water. As soon as you’re submerged he steps away and once again, faces the wall.

“That was a quick save, are you sure you weren’t watching?” you joke, enjoying how nervous he is. 

“Nothing worth looking at.” he lets out a deep breath and turns to face the door.

“Really? Because Jake junior seems to disagree.”

“Call me when you’re done.” he yells from the hallway, making you laugh to yourself.

You spend the next eight minutes carefully scrubbing your wound. You pay a bit of attention to the ones on your arms and face, cleaning them so they won’t get infected. When you’re clean enough, you yell for Jake to return. When he doesn’t return in a few minutes, you curse and grab a towel. On your feet again, your legs tremble and you’re nauseous again. Stepping out of the tub, your knee gives out just enough to have you clinging onto the edge of the railing.

“Jacob Kiszka!” you yell again, eyes watering from the pressure on your wound.

“Jesus.” he says, grabbing your waist and helping you up straight. “I was coming.”

You smack his chest and push him off of you. When you’re all wrapped up in your towel, Jake helps you back to the room. He waits outside as you find underwear and a bra, and you smile to yourself when he peaks in every once in a while to ‘make sure you’re okay.’ You directed him to soak a gauze pad in saline solution, and when he returns, you’re waiting for him on your bed. His arm extends to you in an attempt to hand you the cloth. 

“No. I can’t look at it, I’ll be sick.” you tell him. “Just dab the area.”

He does as he’s told, his weight sinking the edge of the bed. His fingers carefully apply the cloth to your wound and you shudder under his touch. With a sheen of sweat on your face and tight muscles, you focus on Jake. His hands are skilled and callused from the many years he’s been playing guitar. His tongue sticks out from between his two lips, just enough for you to see. The hand that isn’t on your wound, sits on the mattress, brushing against your waist. You’re glad you have the excuse of an injury to hide your unsteady breathing.

“That should be fine, thanks.” you push his hand away. “Grab the gauze and tape.”

Standing to your feet again, you move in front of him. His legs spread open as you slip between them, your cheeks burn intensely. Placing gauze on your wound, you have Jake tape you up. His hands are gentle as they apply the tape across your body. His hands press it down, careful not to apply too much pressure that it will hurt any other scratches. He’s still seated as he works, and you spin so he can apply more on the front for support. Your hands are above your head holding your hair out of his face. He’s almost eye level with your bra, and you watch him do his best not to look. When he’s finished, he clears his throat and pats his legs. 

Neither of you move.

His chocolate brown eyes stare up at you, raking over your collarbone and shoulders. He licks his lips as you remove your hands from your hair, allowing it to fan out over your shoulders. His eyes engulf your body, absorbing your skin like he wants to drown in you. 

“Gonna apologize yet, Jakey?” you ask, running a finger along his jawline.

“In your dreams.” he scoffs, eyes still bleeding into yours.

“Not exactly what I imagine you doing in my dreams but it’ll suffice.”

You watch his lips part as he stands to his feet, grabbing your shoulders to move you so you’re in front of the bed. Hands gripping your shoulders, he lowers you to the ground. He’s firm, but still wary of your wound.

“Undo my belt.” he directs, thumbs stroking your chin.

“W-what?” you shudder. “My stomach-”

“You don’t suck dick with your stomach, do you?” he asks. When you don’t answer, he smirks and taps your shoulder. “Come on now.”

Without another word, you hastily undo his belt, tossing it to the side. Once his pants are unbuttoned, you pull them to his knees. You stare at him hard in his boxers, your mouth watering. In one swift tug, he’s free and bouncing in front of you. Your hand reaches for him, but he smacks it away and grabs a fistful of hair.

“Tongue.” he demands. You stick it out, flattening it so the tip of him can slide in. He hits the muscle a few times before sliding himself down your throat. You watch his eyes squeeze shut, chest heaving. He pulls out and removes his shirt, leaving the top of him bare. “Tap twice if you want to stop.”

Without giving you time to respond, he shoves himself down your throat. You gag immediately, your chest heaving. He snaps in and out of you, hands tucked into your hair. You concentrate on breathing as he fucks your face. Drool falls from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor, coating your knees. You watch Jake through teary eyes, his head thrown back and mouth wide open. 

“That’s my good girl. Your mouth is so much better at this than comebacks.” he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth. Your throat burns as tears stream down your face. “Fuck, gonna cum.”

A few seconds later, he released himself, coating the back of your throat. You gag viciously as you swallow him, his dick still stuffed down your throat. After he’s done, but pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. Surprisingly, you’ve forgotten all about your injury.

After a minute of you collecting yourself, Jake grabs your arms and helps you to your feet. Your legs are wobbly from the uncomfortable kneeling position so you lean into his body. He holds you, hands working at the clasp of your bra. You help him, pulling the clothing off your chest entirely. He hums at the sight of you before cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

His thumb traces your lips and then wipes tears away from your eyes. You breathe loudly, still gathering yourself. His hands caress your jaw and then move to the back of your neck before trailing down the skin of your back. He’s mindful of where it hurts, and maps it out in his head to remember. 

A minute later, your eyes are finally able to find his. He smirks at you and the corner of your mouth twitches upwards. Hands wrapped around your head, thumb resting by your ear, he tugs you into a kiss. It’s soft at first as he tastes himself on your tongue, but slowly gets more heated. Your tongues dance, small whimpers exchanging between the two of you. You pull back to gasp for air, but Jake leans farther in, eyes closed with wet lips parted. You swallow his lips again, sinking into his touch. He trails warm, wet kisses across your chin and nibbles on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You smile as he kisses across your collar bones and in the space between your aching breasts. 

His hand settles on the small of your back while the other begins to push you onto the bed. He watches your facial expressions for any signs of pain, but the only pain you’re paying attention to is the throbbing between your legs. Once you’re fully flattened, he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, the other being occupied by one of his rough hands. He toys with your hardened nipples, swirling his tongue skillfully over the peak of it. He switches, repeating the same actions a few times before capturing your lips in another desperate kiss.

“Jake, I can’t have sex like this.” you admit through heated kisses. 

“We won’t. Just let me make this whole thing up to you, okay?” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers messing with the hem of your panties.

“Okay.” you give him permission and he slides down your body.

He kisses your stomach, hands fluttering over your skin. You shiver under his touch, your arousal pooling between your legs. When he reaches your heat, he plants a firm kiss on your clothed pussy, eyes never breaking away from yours. You moan, jaw hanging open. He slips the fabric off of your legs before spreading your thighs with his hand. Hovering above you, he stares into your core.

“Oh she’s pretty.” he licks his lips before laying flat on his stomach. Your heart thumps as you watch his finger drag through your folds. When your hips thrust up, he slips his hands under you and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Watch me.”

You position yourself on your elbows, watching his tongue dig into you. You pull back, a moan falling from your lips. He keeps his grip tight, pulling you back into his mouth. He absorbs you, sucking and twirling his tongue across your bundle of nerves. You’re sweating, breathing heavy as you snake your hands through his chestnut brown locks.

“Fuck, yes.” you whimper. “Feels so good, Jake.”

He pulls back, removing his hands from your ass. You begin to throw a fit, but he pauses that thought when he slides a digit into your entrance. Your eyes immediately roll in the back of your head. 

“Keep talking.” he directs. “And don’t move. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” he flashes you a smile that you ignore. 

His single finger moves in and out of you at a steady pace, but you’re aching for more. “Add another.” you tell him. He obliges quickly, adding a second finger into the mix. 

You arch your back at the feeling, his eyes laser focused on your reaction. Placing the palm of his hand on your lower abdomen, he holds you down against the sheets to keep you from moving. Then, his fingers pick up their pace, curling ferociously inside of you. A bunch of lude, pornographic sounds leave your mouth as you tremble around him.

“Fuck yes, Jake! Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.” you beg.

The sound of his fingers working into you creates a wet sound through the whole cabin. Desperate to see his face right now, your eyes shoot open and find it. He’s sweating, tongue protruding from his lips like they were when he dabbed your wound earlier. He’s watching his fingers fuck you, encouraging himself quietly.

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he asks. “Come on, pretty girl. Let it go.”

Your legs shake violently as your whole body explodes. Stars flash through your black eyelids, as your body releases. You’re withered underneath him, his name sounding like a prayer from your lips. It takes you a few moments to come out of it, but when you do, Jake’s fingers are in his mouth, sucking your arousal off of his digits. Crawling over you, he places each arm on either side of his head.

“Want a taste? You taste like honey.” he says, grabbing your lips. Your tongue swirls in his mouth, tasting your cum along with his saliva. Your fingers tug at his long hair, body arching against him. He pulls away quickly. “Woah there.”

“Jake it doesn’t hurt.” you tell him. He just stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “Jake! I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t feel it, please.”

“You’re gonna hate me tomorrow.” he groans, parting your legs and lining himself up.

“I hate you right now.” you hiss as he slips into you. Your hands claw at his back as he swiftly moves in and out of you. You curse his name, begging for more.

“What an odd thing to say when my cock is buried in your tight cunt.” he kisses the crown of your head. “God, like fucking velvet baby.”

“Fuck it, Jake. Fuck me like you hate me.” you plead.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He begins to pound into you, his strokes deep and rough. You cry his name as your skin slaps together, filling the room. One of your hands pulls at the roots of his hair, making him moan into your shoulder. Your other once, digs into his back. Your fingernails dig into his skin, hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t complain. His thrusts grow sloppy and his breaths are loud and aggressive.

“You gonna cum for me, Jake?” you ask in a sweet voice.

“You’re the one squeezing me. God, feels so fucking good.” he cries, reaching a hand between your two bodies. 

You gasp as his fingers make contact with your clit and begin to rub tight circles into it. You buck from under him, legs trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Jake keeps fucking you until you’re coming down from your high. Quickly, he removes himself from you and positions himself on your stomach.

“You look so pretty when you cum. Even prettier when you moan my name like that.” he grunts, fisting himself.

“Cum for me, be a good boy.” you urge him on. His eyebrows draw together as he shoots his ropes of cum across your stomach. You watch his mouth fall open, eyes clamped shut. “Yeah, baby.” you say as he finishes. 

He sits back on his heels, eyes on the ceiling as he breathes. You watch him, taking the time to admire the sheen of sweat across his body. He reaches a hand down and you take it. Carefully, you sit up and he pulls you into his arms. You both sit there in each other’s grasp, your breathing lulling the both of you. His cheek is resting on your head, yours glued to his chest. His hands rub your back, massaging it gently with his callused hands. After a few more moments, you pull away and lay on your back. He joins you, wrapping his arm under your neck for you to use as a pillow. 

“Are you okay?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah. Doesn’t even hurt.” you tell him, lying a bit. 

“At least when you walk funny tomorrow they won’t think anything of it.” you both share a laugh. “I’m really sorry, by the way. What I did was shitty and inexcusable.”

“Oh well.” you pat his chest. “At least now I know to never trust you again.”

“Hey.” he says, offendedly. 

“You’re gonna have to make it up to me.” you say, a finger tracing his jaw.

“How?” he questions.

“I have a few ideas in mind.”

[joshsjipple]

Lions and Tigers and Bears

SAM KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Thank you so much for the love on my last two posts! It truly means so much, I love you all! As a token of my appreciation, here's some Sam.

Word Count: 3.7k

WARNINGS: 18+ as always! graphic sexual content, angst, rough sex, sassy sam, unprotected sex (i'm awful, i'm sorry) dirty talk, oral sex (m/f/rec), fingering, overstimulation, daddy kink, small sir kink, slapping, slight choking, language, breeding kink, cum play if you squint, degradation, minor cock warming, p in v, some dom sam etc etc.

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Your brows furrow at the man sitting across from you. You should be happier, considering it's your spring break and you and your closest friends pulled together enough money to drive a giant RV across the US. In fact, you’re sitting in Arizona, a beer in your hand, a fire in front of you, and a blanket of stars above you.

But you’re not happy. You’re far from it actually. 

It was Grant’s idea to invite Sam Kiszka in the first place. You know Sam, everyone knows Sam. He’s the campus’s princess, half because he’s pretty like a woman, half because he plays gigs for the frat parties. But no one sees how he is with you, the snarky rude comments, and insulting looks. You can barely stand him.

He sits on the other side of the fire, giving you a perfect view of his stupid face. He’s blabbering about something no one cares about, his hands flying around his area. You hope he smacks himself in the face. 

You’re usually not this feral towards him. You two clearly don’t get along, but it’s not like you fight like cats and dogs all the time. As you drink from your can of beer and watch Sam continue his story, you think back to this morning.

It’s 8:00 am, and being the only early bird on the bus, you sit sipping your coffee outside the trailer in a lawn chair. The sun is stretching across the horizon for miles, blessing your tan legs with its warmth. Birds chirp around you, the wind barely blowing. This is what you were made for. 

As you connect your lips to the rim of your glass, the door opens behind you. You’re surprised to see someone up and quickly turn around to see who will be joining you. Of course it’s Sam. You turn around rather quickly and sigh to yourself. You hear him scoff behind you, pretending to take offense to your actions.

“Ouch, that hurt.” he says.

“Oh please.” you say, sipping from your glass. “What are you doing up so early anyways?”

“Going for a run.” he explains, moving next to you and tossing his dirty running shoes in your lap.

The dried mud from his previous run breaks off the soles of the platforms, falling apart in your lap. A few clumps splash into your coffee and you feel your blood begin to boil. Quickly, you begin scraping the dirt off your black shorts.

“What the fuck, Sam!” you screech, picking up his shoes and throwing them at his stomach. He covers his abdomen and laughs in victory, clearly enjoying the whole situation. His annoying laugh only seems to anger you even more. What the fuck is his deal? “Is this funny or something?” You fume, throwing chunks of dirt at him.

“It’s hilarious.” he admits, still laughing. 

“You’re such a child.” you shout, noticing the dirt in your drink. “It’s in my coffee, Sam!”

“It’s in my coffee, Sam.” he mocks you, making air quotes. 

“Why the fuck did you even come? No one wants you here, you just always have to interrupt, don’t you?” you yell. 

Sam freezes before you, the corner of his lips tugging into a grin. “What do you mean? You want me here.”

“In your dreams.” you roll your eyes although your heart beats a bit faster. 

“I came to keep you on your feet. It ruins me knowing you’re having a good time.” he crosses his arm.

You pause. “I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not.”

“Oh, I’m not. You get everything you want. You’re a spoiled brat who treats everyone around you like shit. So yeah, I begged Grant to let me come so I could make you fucking miserable. And look, it’s working.” he spits.

You’re raging at this point, your breathing is noisy. Without thinking, you toss your glass of iced coffee at him. He jumps, but it’s too late. The liquid coats his outfit quickly, his skin becoming even darker with the added residue. His face is a bright red, his teeth gritted together tightly as he stares at you in disbelief. 

“I’m the child?” he throws your words in your face, his nostrils flared.

You regret it immediately but it’s too late to go back so you march inside, slamming the door dramatically behind you. You and Sam’s bickering must have woken up your friend, Tiffany, because she’s standing in front of you in her robe. Her jaw drops as she looks out the window to see a very drenched and very pissed Sam. She glares at you like a mother silently scolding her kid.

Just thinking about the situation again makes your heart beat faster. And there he is, sitting so innocently, making everyone laugh at his jokes. Of course he’s the loved one, while you’re getting the silent treatment from half your friends for trying to ‘sabotage’ the trip. Bull shit. This trip was ruined the second Sam got on the bus.

You jump out of your thoughts, deciding to pay attention to whatever is so funny. Sam’s all smiles, his hand resting on the girl’s knee beside him. She laughs loudly. Nothing Sam says could ever be that funny. 

“I mean, I didn’t know it happened. I walk out of the shower with my towel around my waist saying ‘where’s everyone at?’” 

The girl, Abby, laughs again, her hand covering her mouth. Sam enjoys it, and watches her through the gleam in his eyes. Motherfucker. Without meaning to, you scoff and roll your eyes. It must have been louder than you thought, because the laughter around you subsides and all eyes fall on you.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Sam cocks his head to the side. You glance around before settling in on your drink. “No please, enlighten us.” Sam challenges, removing his hand from Abby and leaning on his knees.

You swallow, your attempt of remaining civil disappearing with our patience. You cross your legs and begin to speak. “Everyone knows that story's fake.”

“Is it? Hm, I didn’t know you were there. Then again, you are easy to forget about.”

“Sam!” Grant and Tiffany say in unison. Abby only giggles, scoring another point with Sam.

You grit your teeth together, a sheen of sweat covering your face. 

“Fuck you, Sam. Fuck you.” your voice cracks as you stand and disappear into the van for the second time today.

Angry, hot tears line your bottom eye-lid. You’re not upset by his words, you couldn’t care less, but it’s the way you can’t even defend yourself or you’ll be the one in dog house. 

You sit on your bed, hands in your lap and take a deep breath. You’re shocked when you hear the RV door open again. Expecting it to be Tiffany, you open the door before she knocks. To your utter dismay (and surprisement), Sam stands in front of you.

“For fuck’s sake.” you attempt to shut the door but his hand catches it and pushes it open, sending you falling backwards slightly. “Get out!”

“Nope.” he says, popping the ‘p.’ “Gotta work this out.”

“What do you mean? It’s literally all your fault.” You sit back on the bed and Sam shuts the door behind you before standing in front of your position.

“Is it?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Yes!” you shout. He smirks at you, as if he knows he has some form of hold over you.

“I don’t know. I think I’d stop it if it didn’t have such an effect on you.'' His voice sounds like silver. You cross your legs, confused by feeling beginning to ache between your legs again. “Mhm, exactly. You think I don’t notice, but I do.”

He squats in front of you so you’re face to face. His eyes stare into you, burning a hole in your mind. “Notice what?” You hold your ground.

“This.” he taps his finger on your kneecap. The action sends knives shooting up your arm. You suck in a hasty breath and watch as Sam grins. “I bet you’re just pooling in your panties.” 

His words make your head spin. “I’m actually drier than I’ve ever been before.” You lie. He knows you’re lying by the way his tongue drifts over his bottom lip.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you that lying never gets you anywhere?”

“Nope, because I’m spoiled.” you stick your tongue out at him.

“A spoiled brat. Get it right.” he purrs, his face inches from yours.

Your cheeks are a bright red, your stomach dancing with emotions. You’ve never been so turned on before, and the fact it’s Sam who’s causing it has you flabbergasted. Your eyes stare into Sam’s as you both fight for dominance. You cave, your eyes flickering down to his bare chest that his denim shirt leaves exposed. Your mouth falls open, and you pray Sam hasn’t caught it, but you know better.

“Interesting.” he says, placing his hand that was once on Abby’s thigh, on yours. His long fingers dance on your bare skin, fire sprouting wherever he touches. “You’re spoiled and used to getting everything you’ve ever wanted. I bet you’ve never even said ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ before. Am I right?”

You can barely understand him because the feeling of his calloused fingers digging into your thigh has blood rushing to your ears. Instead, you nod slowly.

“So I’m gonna ask you again. Are you pooling between your legs right now, Y/N?” 

The shit-eating grin on his face makes your jaw tighten. Still not ready to let him win, you shake your head no. Sam doesn’t like your answer so he grabs your cheeks with one hand and presses his face against yours. His breath is hot and your knees attempt to close. Sam’s leg stops that from happening. Immediately, you open your legs, allowing his knee to sit against your throbbing center. The contact makes you shutter. You move your hips slowly, hoping he will take it as an innocent movement.

“Fine, be a fucking brat. I can feel you on my knee right now, grinding yourself against it. Just say please and I’ll fuck you so good, baby.” he growls.

You’re shaking beneath him, fighting your own conscience on what to do next. After a minute of pooling in your own thoughts–and between your legs– you answer. “Please.” you squeak, barely above a whisper.

“Sorry, gonna have to speak up.” he toys with you, moving his knee just right so it scrapes against your clit.

“Fuck. Please, Sammy. Do something.”

Sam captures your mouth, his tongue slipping into your hot tunnel. They fight for dominance while your hands unbutton his shirt. Sam wins, and tears your top off of your chest, exposing your hard nipples. The cold air in your room has you gasping.

“You’re gonna buy me a new one.” You inform him as he stands above you to unbutton his jeans.

“Yeah right. Just ask daddy to, he’ll do it in a heartbeat.” he mocks you.

Rolling your eyes, you slip your shorts off, revealing a pair of black lace underwear. Sam notices immediately, his eyes engulfing the way you look in the light.

“You’re daddy.” you say, twisting his words. You watch his cock twitch in his underwear and he tosses his jeans to the side, placing a condom on the side of the bed. “Someone liked that.” 

Sam growls and grabs you by your waist, flipping you onto your stomach in one swift motion. He pins you down with his arm, his cock brushing against your ass. You squeeze your eyes shut and rest your cheek against the mattress. Noticing the condom, your eyes read the packaging. 

“Magnum? You wish.”

Sam hisses as he grinds his hips into your ass, pressing his length against you. You moan at the feeling of him hard against you. 

“That mouth gets you in so much trouble. How about we fill it, huh?”

Suddenly, you’re on your back again and being pulled up so you’re sitting again. The sight of Sam pulsating in front of you could make you cum alone. You get on all fours, shaking your ass when you notice he’s looking. Biting his lip, he reaches over you and smacks the fat of your cheek. You half yelp, half moan at the feeling.

“Get up here.” he directs, tilting you up by your chin. “Tongue.” 

You shamefully listen right away, sticking your tongue out for him to see. He bends down and lets a line of spit dribble on the flat of the muscle. You swallow it, his cock straining even farther from his briefs.

“Thought I was spoiled and you were gonna make me beg.” you rub your hand over the tip of him.

“Oh you’ll beg, alright.” he pets your head before pulling his underwear down and off his legs. His cock springs free, bouncing in front of you. “But I’m sick of your voice. I’m gonna fuck this shit-talking mouth of yours. The only sound coming from your mouth will be gags.” 

You stare at his length. You know he’s feeling pretty damn good about himself as you sit gobsmacked in front of him. You take him into your hand and stroke him a few times, your eyes dazzling at the precum on his tip. He sucks in a tight breath, watching you work him with your hand. He pulls back, your hand mid air.

“Sam-” you whine.

“What do you say?” he asks, taking himself into his own hands.

Sitting in front of him, still on your knees, you roll your eyes and clamp your mouth shut to show him you’re not saying it. He shrugs and begins picking up the pace of his hand. His arms are flexed, along with the muscles in his stomach. He’s gonna make you watch. 

“Please, daddy. Let me suck your dick. Gag me with it, do whatever. I want it so bad.” you give in, shaking your ass again.

In one swift motion, Sam’s cock is stuffed down your throat, his hand tucked away in your hair. The gag that leaves your mouth is loud and pornographic, making Sam pull out for a second. It doesn’t last long, and he thrusts his hips back into you. Tears stream down your face, your throat burning as you focus on your breathing. His breaths waver above you, turning you on even more. He pulls himself out entirely, brushing the top of your head. 

“Good girl.” he breaths, dragging his finger over your bottom plump lip. “Show me how bad you want it.”

You nod and take him back in your mouth, your hand working the parts you can’t reach. Swirling your tongue, he moans heavenly above you. You cup his balls and flick your tongue over his tip. He leans over your body, stuffing himself back down your throat. Suddenly, the feeling of his fingers running themselves over the damp material of your underwear has your concentration lost and you choke around him. 

“So wet.” he smacks your cunt. “I knew you were a fucking liar. How about this? For every lie you’ve told me equals one orgasm. That should teach you.”

With him down your throat and the idea racing through your mind, you squirm against his fingers. Once again, he pulls himself out of your mouth, a string of saliva being the only thing connecting you. You whimper as he takes himself into his hand and smacks the tip on your cheek. 

“You’re perfect.” he coos as you lay on your back. “Gonna eat your pretty pussy.”

He pulls your underwear off your legs and instantly dives into your heat. Your back arches into him and he uses this as an opportunity to slide his hands under your ass and hold you closer to his mouth. You cry and dig your hands into his hair, pulling him into you. He hums into you, his mouth kneading your sensitive bundle of nerves. Just as your orgasm approaches, he pulls away for a second to spit on you, his fingertips hitting your clit. You jump and scream his name. 

“Sam! I didn’t-”

“Oh, I know. Did you want to?” he asks cockily.

“Yes?!” you say.

His hand meets your cheek before digging into your hair. “Watch the attitude.”

“I’m sorry, sir. Please, let me cum.”

“Fine.”

Without warning, he drags his tongue through your folds, his eyes piercing your soul. You rock into his face as he laps at your arousal. The sound of wet, sloppy noises fill the camper. His tongue pokes at your entrance and you prop yourself up on your arms.

“Fuck, Sammy. Don’t stop. Right there, daddy. Eat my cunt, please!” you beg, under his spell. His arm wraps around your thigh and rubs rough circles into your clit. With one specific sharp jab, an orgasm rips through you.

You kick from under him, his name and a dozen profanities falling from your lips. As you come down from your high, you notice Sam’s motions have only intensified. 

“Sam, I’m done. Fuck, Sam!” you try to shove him away, but his mouth is glued to you. 

He pulls back. “You’re not done. Not until I say so.” he slips a digit into you. “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” 

You cry as he digs back in, his mouth skillfully working circles into your heat as his finger jams into you. He adds another finger, and you feel the familiar feeling rise in your stomach again. You’re a moaning, wet, pathetic mess under him as you buck into his face. His fingers hit your G-spot repeatedly, your body jerking each time he does. Without warning, the most powerful orgasm slashes through your body. Your legs shake furiously under you and tears stream down your face. 

When you finally come back to earth, Sam’s just removing his fingers. He licks them clean, eyes staring abc into yours. You breathe heavily, your mind racing and heat spreading to all parts of your body. He crawls over you and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He kisses your lips firmly, his hand on your cheek. Moving down, he licks your neck and nips at the skin while you regain your strength.

“So good for me, baby.” he says gently to you. “You look so pretty when you cum and you taste even better.” 

He reaches for the condom but you grab his wrists. “I’m on the pill. Cum in me, please.”

“Whatever you say, baby.’

You grind against his skin, marking his groin. He’s leaking onto your leg and you’re horny all over again. Sam reaches down, rubbing your clit a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He sits there, still as a rock.

“Daddy, please.” you cry. “Please fuck my pussy I’ll be so good for you.”

“That’s it, good girl. Look at you, crying and begging for my cock. Where’s that bratty attitude?”

You let out a long breath, an idea popping into your head. “Jesus, Sam. Fuck me already or I’ll have Grant do it.”

That does it. In record timing, Sam’s stuffed inside of you. His pubic hair brushing against yours. His hand covers your mouth as he slams back into you a few times. You’re shattered below him, your hair sticking to your sweaty face, moaning for more. His hands tug at your hair as he props himself on his elbows above you.

“You think he could fuck you like this? Make you cum and beg for it the way I do?” he growls. He almost sounds hurt. You mumble beneath him. “Could he?”

“No!” you yelp into his ear as he rocks into you. “No one can fuck me like you, Sam.”

“Yeah that's right.” he wraps his hand around your throat as he throws a leg over your shoulder. “So tight. So pretty. My girl. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He pulls out and strokes himself. He explodes on your cunt, drenching it with a hot liquid. You watch him, his eyebrows knit tightly together and his teeth gritted as he cums all over you. 

“Fuck.” he cusses. “That’s so hot. I’m gonna fuck it back into you, yeah?”

He drags the tip of his dick through your folds that are coated with his arousal. You moan as he slips back in, dragging his cum back into you. He rocks against you a few times before picking up the pace.

“God, yes!” you cry, the feeling of his cum inside of you. “Use me.”

“My fucking pussy. Fucking it so good, just how you like it. Look at you cum-hungry slut, a whimpering mess as I fuck my cum back into you.” he’s fighting inside of you, and you feel yourself gripping him.

“Yes, Sammy. So close.”

“Gonna get you pregnant so no one else will want you. I’ll have you all to myself.” he continues, lost in the moment. “Say thank you.”

“Gah. Thank you, Sam. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” you cry, nails digging into his back as you cum around him. You’re bucking under him, thrashing and crying as you pulsate around him. 

He falls onto you, your breathing synced. You lay there in silence for a few moments, neither of you willing to move. With Sam’s head on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging and massaging.

“Sam,” you say. He lifts his head up in response. “God, you’re so pretty.” You freeze to watch the smile form on his face. “I’m sorry about this morning and earlier.”

“No, baby, no. I’m sorry.” he says, rubbing your skin with his thumb. “I was so awful to you.”

“It was mutual.” you agree.

“I don’t mean it. I mean, yeah you’re a bit spoiled, but not really. I just think I find it attractive when you’re mad at me.” he admits.

“I like when you’re mad at me too.” you giggle, still running your fingers through his hair. “Do you want to stay the night with me?”

“Yes, please. I don’t want to face anyone after this.”

“Why? Do you think they heard us?” you ask.

“Oh baby, I think the whole state heard us.”

[joshsjipple]

Brother's Best Friend, pt 1

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Valentine’s Day! For those of you (me) who don’t have a Valentine and need a little spice, here's a two part series I'm gonna do:) I've had this idea forever and I'm so glad with the way it turned out. As always, this stuff is unedited.

Word Count: 4.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ this is very very dirty! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), LOTS of dirty talk and praise bc I love it, oral sex (m/f/ rec), face riding, fingering, slight hair pulling, slapping, slight choking, language, cum play if you squint, some degradation, minor cock warming, small daddy kink, p in v, dom (m) sub (f), fluff. Sorry if I missed any!

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Your feet splash through the puddles of water resting on the cement. Rain drizzles down from above you, thunder crashing around you like drums in a rock n’ roll song. You cross your arms over your skimpy top you had been dying to wear for weeks and choke back another sob. 

It’s late, probably around midnight. You left the party ten minutes ago after a run in with your older brother, Henry. You two had always been close growing up. But the older you got, the more controlling he became. You had only had one boyfriend your whole highschool career. Even though Henry was three years over you and graduated long before you did, he still managed to scare everyone off. Even tonight, even though you’re a twenty year old woman, he still glared at every guy who came remotely close to you. 

“Men only want one thing.” He’d say after you’d beg him to stop interfering with your life. “As your brother, it’s my job to look after you.”

That’s how every conversation went. Every conversation up until tonight. Tonight, you’d finally had enough. After Henry shooed off your pursuer for the night, you’d marched over to him, anger bubbling in your blood. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you started.

“Y/N, what?” He played dumb.

“Why do you always have to control my every move? I’m a grown adult, I can fuck who I want!”

“Yeah, clearly,” he snorted. 

“The fuck does that mean?” You raised your voice.

“Oh yeah, as if I have no idea about what happened on your senior prom night.” he took a drink from a can of beer in his hand.

You pause. “How-”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever. I was trying to protect you from this kind of stuff, but seeing you’re a fucking slut anyways, what’s the point?” he growled.

His words slashed through the temporary walls you had built on the way over to talk to him. This man, your brother, who you had grown up with and loved your whole life, was slut shaming you. You could barely stand as your knees began to womble. Without another word you rushed out the front door.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea, seeing it was storming and you came to the party with Henry. But at the time, nothing was worse than staying there and facing his hurtful words. With his friends around him, you felt outnumbered and solemnly betrayed. It was better this way, although, you were pretty sure you felt worse about the whole thing than he did.

Now, the rain picks up again and drenches your already shivering body. Your hair is a wet mess on your head. You rub your eyes, smearing mascara even further. Fuck it. You don’t care.

You jump as you hear a car approaching behind you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you tell yourself it’s just passing by. When it slows, your body freezes in its place.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice strikes into the night. You turn around to see Josh, your brother’s best friend, driving behind you. His head sticks out the window, a worried expression on his face. “I thought that was you.”

You stand in silence, unsure of what to do. You’ve known Josh since you were a kid. But he’s only been a side character in your life. He was always there, but he never did anything significant. Occasionally, he would drive you to places because you were too scared to get your license. He’d help you with your homework and eat dinner with your family at least once a week. But you’d never really considered yourself friends. Especially after he started dating your mortal enemy his senior year. But that ended soon after it started. You never hated him, your feelings for him were the exact opposite actually.

Like any younger sister would, you developed a crush on your big brother’s best friend. There was just something different about him. The way he talked about stuff he enjoyed and remembered the little things that mattered to the people around him. It didn’t hurt that he was good looking as well. Your crush only intensified as you got older. It went from a harmless crush to an ache in your lower abdomen. Of course, nothing ever became of it as you were a few years younger than him. Once you turned 18 you were anxious to tell him how you felt, but as his band grew, you overheard him and his twin discussing. 

“No distractions, Jake. If this is what we want, we need to put all of our energy into it.” Josh said, his hand carefully resting on his brother's arm. “That means no women.”

It was never meant to be, and you accepted it. Things got easier as you both gradually went your separate ways. Slowly, he stopped coming to dinners every week. It became a holiday tradition for him to appear, smiles on his face and gifts in hand. You started college and soon, your feelings for Josh weren’t as evident. That was, until you saw him again. Then, all the feelings and reasons on why you loved him came rushing back. 

It happened every time, so you weren’t surprised to feel everything again when he came to the party tonight after his six month tour. He looked refreshed and well rewarded. All it did was remind you how happy he was away from home, and admitting your feelings would only give him a reason to stay.

“It’s me.” your voice shakes as you snap back to reality. You squint your eyes at the beaming headlights and pray you don’t look as bad as you feel.

“Sorry, I probably scared you. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to find you.”

“It’s okay.” You say, feeling a bit awkward.

“Can I take you home?” 

“Don’t worry about it, Josh.” you shake your head and start walking away again. Josh only follows you, driving right beside you.

“Really? I have heat.” he says in a tempting voice.

“I wasn’t going to go home. I was just gonna walk around for a bit.” you admit.

He thinks for a second. “Okay, come to my place. Everyone’s out so you don’t have to worry about disturbing us. I know you always do.”

You pause and he slows next to you. He’s right, actually. You hate to make people go out of their way for you. Turning to him, you give him a soft smile and tug on the passenger side door. He was right, he did have heat.

The ride to Josh’s house was quiet for a while. The air was stiff between you two, which is odd because usually you two had no issues. It felt different tonight. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something changed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asks. 

You shake your head. “Nothing to talk about.”

“Okay,” he says. “But you can, if you want.”

You turn your attention back to the road ahead of you. “How was your tour?”

“Oh, you know. Lots of drinking, smoking, drugs, and women.” he says sarcastically, but for some reason it strikes a cord in you and you stop talking entirely. Josh notices and responds quickly. “Oh. I was just joking.”

“Yeah.” you say, rubbing your chin. 

The radio plays quietly in the background, some old bluesy song fulfilling the silence. You turn to watch Josh, who has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh. You stare shamelessly at his hand. It’s large and veins protrude from the skin. Your eyes shift up and focus on his arms, the slight muscles and tones skin. You run your tongue over your bottom lip and glare at his side profile. His hair, once long, was now cut shortly on the sides with curls resting on the top. His jawline is sharp enough to cut your skin, his lips plump and full. If his nose didn’t have the familiar bump on it, you would have thought he was an imposter. 

“See something you like?” he asks. His tone is both serious and joking.

“Yeah,” you sigh, a wave washing over you. “You’ve changed a lot.”

“Me?” he laughs. “You’ve changed. I mean, you used to have-” he stops and swallows.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing. You’ve just filled out. Like every woman does. Not bad-” he stutters nervously.

“So you’ve been checking me out?” you smirk. His eyes meet yours briefly before returning to the road.

“Uhm. Well. Your top doesn’t hide much.” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

He’s right. You look down to see the lace corset that is pushing up your boobs just right. Still cold and wet from the rain, your nipples press against the fabric. The view makes you shift in your seat, searching for friction. 

“Yeah.” you agree and unbuckle yourself.

Josh’s hands grip the steering wheel, his eyes watching both you and the road ahead. You don’t know what has come over you, but the image of Josh looking at your tits makes your pussy throb. He’s changed alright, and his newfound muscles and hair has your mind thinking some inappropriate ideas.

You crawl slowly over the center counsel and watch his breathing hitch. He shifts in his seat and clears his throat. As your lips drag across the warm skin of his cheek, he lets out a breathy moan. Delighted with the sound, you tug on his ear.

“Jesus, Y/N. What are you doing?”

“You, hopefully. Unless you’re scared of my brother’s warnings.” you tease, your hand palming him through the black leather pants clinging to his legs.

Josh turns down the nearest gravel road and parks on the side, turning his lights on. He faces you in a haze, his eyes hooded and lazy. His hand finds your cheek and he runs his fingers over the soft skin.

“Oh baby. The devil himself couldn’t keep me from you.”

And with that, his lips slam into yours. You freeze for a second but soon reciprocate his actions. His hands tangle in your hair, yours in his. His tongue drags across your bottom lip, an invitation under seductive cover. You grant him access, allowing his tongue to dig into your mouth. You moan, and he quickly swallows the sound, supplying you with his own set of whimpers. He pulls back, his eyes filled with a mischievous glare.

“Are you a virgin?” he simply asks.

“I’m not a prude.” you scoff, taking offense.

Josh shakes his head. “Being a virgin doesn’t make you a prude. All it does is alter the way I’m fucking you tonight.”

You swallow harshly and squeeze your legs together at his words. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

“Okay.” he says before pulling the lever that keeps his seat up. 

It reclines quickly so he’s almost horizontal. You smile and giggle as he smirks at you.

“Well, darling?” he asks in an accent. 

“Maybe the back seat would be better?” you question.

Josh shrugs and opens his door. You do the same, meeting him in the back seat. You share the same goofy expression as you crawl to each other. His hands find your waist immediately and he hoists you onto his lap, earning a surprised gasp from your lungs. With your knees on either side of his legs, you connect lips. He tastes like alcohol and sugar and you grind your hips into him. He groans, and you can feel him hard between you. The few pieces of clothing between you two is all that keeps you apart. You rock against him again, your skirt riding up your thighs. Josh takes notice and pushes it up farther with his hands. As you bite and tug at the skin on his neck, his hands squeeze your ass. The gesture is strong enough to know it will leave a mark.

You let out a pitiful moan you didn’t know you had in yourself. He twitches against your leg, obviously finding it very attractive. Letting out a shaky breath, he distributes a soft smack to your ass. You jump and suck harder onto his neck, trying to muffle the sounds of your pathetic moans. Josh feels your vibrations and you can feel the smirk on his face.

“I think I have you figured out, doll.” he seductively says before smacking your ass again, this time, more firmly. You cry his name into the crevice of his neck. “Yeah? You like it when I smack you?”

You can feel your panties grow damper by the second. You had no idea you were into this. Or that he was. 

“Answer me,” he hisses. 

“Yes! Yes, daddy please!” you cry, the name leaving your mouth without thinking.

He whimpers and thrusts himself into you. You cry at the friction and find his lips again. You grind against his leather pants, desperately searching for friction. Josh watches you, his teeth biting his lip. 

“Take this off, mama.” he tugs at your skirt. You unzip it and throw it up front. “Red lace? You filthy girl.”

He grabs your ass and lifts you up so all your weight is on your knees. He kisses your stomach and plants a kiss on the hem of your panties. His fingers that dig into your ass wander between your legs. The feeling of his digit sliding over your dripping core makes you shudder above him.

“So worked up, and for what?” he teases, enjoying the show above him.

“You.” you say weakly. 

“How long?” he asks.

“Since I’ve known you.” You admit, feeling no shame considering you’re half-naked in front of him. 

“What a slut, baby. And all for me?” he whispers, his finger dipping into you. “Take these off.”

You crawl off of him and do your best to gracefully pull the drenched material off your body. Once it’s off, Josh pulls you back onto his lap. You’re shocked and confused, but the look in his eye makes you ditch your expectations.

“You want me so bad? Fine, show me how bad and fuck yourself on my leg.” he spits. “While you’re doing that, you’re gonna tell me how long you’ve waited for this moment.”

You move to straddle his right leg, immediately working yourself onto him. He tears off his shirt. It’s dark in the car, but the full moon shines just right, showing you his soft skin and sculpted chest. His fingers move to your corset, toying with the back.

“As much as I love how little this top covers, I want the full view.” he unties the strings in the back. “Talk, or this is over. Tell me how bad you’ve wanted it.”

“So bad.” you cry. “Since you started tutoring me.”

“That long? You were what– a junior?” he slips your top off and leans back.

You pick up your pace, your arousal soaking into his leg. “I was so jealous of all those girls you would hang out with.”

His eyes absorb your breasts and how they look bouncing in the faint light. He brings one of his callused hands and teases the nipple. “So jealous of the girls who got my cock, huh?” He leans forward and begins to suck on the bead of your nipple.

“So jealous!” you say in a high-pitched tone. Your stomach tightens and you feel the familiar feeling grow in your stomach. “Fuck, Josh. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, mama. All over my leg like a good girl. Make a mess.” he encourages, moving to the peak of your other breast. “Bet you did this all the time. Fucking yourself with your fingers, imagining it was my cock.”

“I did, I did.” you say as your eyes fill with stars. You shake at the feeling of your release. 

“Fuck. That’s so hot.” he breaths into your chest. “You’re a blessing.”

Pulling yourself off of him, you grab his face and pull him in. Your teeth knock together as you run your hand across his raging erection. He groans at the contact and fucks up into your hand. 

“Suck my cock. I know you want to.”

You do. So, you pull away from his mouth and work at his buttons. His cock springs free as you pull both layers off his body. It rests on his stomach, glistening precum decorating the tip. You drool at his size, the length and thickness. Without another word, you dip your face between his legs and take him into your mouth. He shakes beneath you, giving you a sense of power you enjoy.

“Holy fuck. Just like that. Wrap your pretty lips around it.”

His hands find your hair and he forms a makeshift ponytail with his hands. Using this as a handle, he pushes your head up and down. You bob on him, hot tears streaming down your face. You take him as best as you can, gagging on him as your tongue messes with whatever area of skin it can find. He sounds so pretty above you, his breath hitches and sweet profanities being whispered to you. In one swift motion, he pulls you off of him and wipes your lip with the pad of his thumb. 

“You take me so well, better than any other girl I’ve had. But I want to cum later, mk?” You nod. “I want you to ride my face.”

“Wha-”

“Please. I’ve waited for this too. I have dreams of you and I wake up so fucking hard, baby.”

His confession has you placing both knees on the side of his head.

“Tell me if I’m crushing you, okay?” you say seriously.

“Fuck that. Ride my face, hard.”

He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you onto his face. His tongue runs between your folds and circles your bundle of nerves strategically. He sucks on your clit pulling it between his lips and letting it go again. You grind into him, your hand smearing on the window like the Titanic. You’re a huge mess above him, crying his name and cursing. He groans into your core, the vibrations unleashing a whole new kind of moan from your lips. You pull yourself off him slightly and when you look down, you see two giant brown eyes staring back into you.

“You look so pretty between my legs.” you breathe.

His eyes stay burning into your soul as he slides a finger into your heat, his tongue flicking once over your sensitive bead. You cry out once. Then again when he slides a second finger into you. As if he's an expert, he finds your G-spot immediately. His fingers pump in and out of you at the same rhythm as his tongue. Rockstars are the fucking best.

Completely lost in the feeling, you grind into his face, your hands tugging in his perfect curls. You ride his face, chasing your own high. “Josh. I’m gonna cu-” The words barely leave your mouth. You scream and thrash above him, his arms keeping you glued to his face as he continues to lap mercilessly at your throbbing clit. The adrenaline and heat floods your bloodstream, making you extremely dizzy. If he wasn’t holding you into him, you probably would have fallen over.

After a few seconds, you detach yourself from your brother’s best friend’s face. It’s soaked with your cum and arousal, but his smile lets you know there’s no other way he’d have it. Crawling off of him, you straddle his cock. It’s pulsing between your legs. Having enough, Josh flips you onto your back. He leans over you wearing a shit-eating smirk proudly.

“Ready, baby?” he asks as he lines himself up. “Gonna fuck this tight little pussy and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” 

He pushes into you, not all the way, but enough. You cry at the feeling of being stretched, your hands clawing at his back. You both moan as he rocks his hips into you again. You’re dripping all over him, making a mess in his back seats.

“God, look at you. It’s barely in and you’re fucking withering.”

“Give it to me,” you beg. “Treat me like the slut I am.”

He pulls back before thrusting completely to the hilt. Your back arches, a cry leaving your mouth. It fucking hurts, but it feels like heaven.

“You feel like velvet.” his hips snap again. “Such a pretty, perfect pussy.”

Josh tucks his head into your neck, kissing and sucking across your collarbone. You wrap your legs around his waist, trying to keep him deep inside you. He snaps in and out of you at an insane pace. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, your mouth hanging open. 

“So big,” you whisper. “Filling me up.”

With every deep thrust, you’re overcome with ecstasy. He twitches inside of you, causing you to squeeze around him. He cries in your ear, his lips tugging at the skin. His rough hand dances between your bodies, settling on your sweet spot. The pad of his thumb circles aggressively across your bundle of nerves. Your whole body is aching and arched at his touch.

“Do it, mama. Cum for daddy. Cum all over his cock, Y/N. Give it to me.”

Your body tightens as you cry his name like a story. Your nails dig and scratch at his back, surely to leave a thousand tiny cuts. As you pulse around him, he rolls you both over so you’re on top. You sink into his skin, the feeling of his cock still hard inside of you making you tired. As it twitches, you shoot up, you eyes wide open.

“You didn’t cum-” you hiss.

“Shh baby. Ride me?” He kisses your forehead. 

The idea makes you smirk. You never did much with your first, or second. They weren’t into anything besides missionary and you giving them head. Josh wanted it. All of it. 

You line him up and sink onto him as he throws his head back. With hands gripping either side of your waist, he pulls you down into him so you’ve taken every inch. His mouth hangs open as he watches you slide up and down slowly on his length, taking him as best as you can.

“I’ve never done this.” you admit in a sloppy tone.

“Like any of this?” Josh pauses and stares at you.

“I’ve had sex, Josh. Just not positions. Can you tell me how you like it?” You ask.

“Fuck. We don’t have to-”

“No. I want to. So bad. Just talk me through it.”

Josh, with both of his hands on your hips, guides you. You get the memo and roll your hips against him. “Yes, just like that. Ride it.” His words make you pick up your pace. As you figure things out, you add a few tricks to it. He’s whimpering below you, cursing your name as you fuck him just how he likes it. His hand harshly smacks the fat of your ass cheek and you cry his name. He twitches inside of you, letting you know he’s close. With one rough thrust, you collapse onto his chest. Your hands tangle in his curls, your rhythm matching his thrusts. “Your tits are so hot. Could watch you like this forever.”

He plants a sloppy kiss on your lips, the sound of wet skin filling the car. You feel yourself close again, noticing how your own body reacts. You squeeze around his length.

“Gonna cum again?” he teases. You mumble under your breath. Your hair is glued to your red, fucked out face as you take every inch. Josh wraps his arm around your waist to keep you from moving and his other hand connects with your clit. You’re done for. “Yes! Fuck yes!” he cheers as another mind blowing orgasm rips through your body.

You tremble above him and buck against him as you come down from your high. Your foreheads connect and stick together from the sweat. He leans up and kisses you softly, tucking hair behind your ears and wiping a few stray tears from your eyes. His cheeks are flushed and you cup them with your hands, admiring his state. 

Once again, he flips you onto your back, his cock leaving you. You squeak in slight disappointment. “I can’t cum again, Josh.” You admit, eyes still closed. 

“Wanna stop?” he asks sweetly, cupping your face.

“No.” you say honestly. 

He flips you on your stomach in one solid, swift motion. “Good. I’m not finished with you. Stick your ass up, sweet girl.” He smacks it as you lift it off the wet seats.

You watch him from over your shoulder, his fingers toying with your entrance. He looks so pretty in the light you just want to fuck his face again. He fists his cock, stroking it while staring at your leaking pussy. He curses under his breath and circles your hole, oblivious that you’re watching. When he sees, he circles the head of himself over your sensitive clit. You shudder as he sinks himself back into you, this new angle unlocking a new level of pleasure. 

He doesn’t move which makes you grow impatient. “Josh.” you cry, elongating the ‘o’ in his name. You push yourself against him, searching for movement.

“Awe. Pretty girl is so hungry for me even though she’s already came twice.” he mocks. “Show me how bad you want it and fuck yourself on it.”

With another crack at your ass, you bounce onto him, your boobs brushing against the seats below you. The friction makes you bite your lip. Eventually, Josh can’t handle it and he meets your bounce with a thrust of his own. You wither from under him, sweet noises dancing around you. He’s pounding into you at a vicious rate. Not a single thought circles in your head at the moment. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls loudly. 

“Yours.” you whisper.

“Louder.”

“Yours! It’s yours.” you give in pathetically.

“Yeah it is. I’m fucking it like it’s mine because it is mine. Got it?” 

“Mhm.” you cry, feeling his thrusts become sloppier by the second.

“Sorry, what?” he smacks your cheek and pulls you up so your back is pressed against his chest.

“My pussy’s yours, daddy!” you shake. 

One hand wraps around your neck as the other cups your aching heat. He splits his fingers, feeling his cock pound into you. You tremble against him, your breathing quickening. “Josh, wait. I can’t. I can’t cum again, it hurts!” 

“Poor little baby,” he bites your shoulder and squeezes your neck tighter. “Wants to play the game until she loses, huh? Not here, mama. Take it.”

His words have you bucking against him, using your own hand to circle your clit. He smacks it away and replaces it with his own. You both let out unearthly sounds as you approach your climax. With one final thrust, he spills into you which sends you over the edge yourself. You scream as your lips connect, his cock still spasming inside you. You fall flat on your chest and Josh pancakes you to the seat, his cock still buried inside of your walls.

“That’s my good girl.” he kisses your hair. Pleasure still floods through you, your brain barely processing a word he said. With hands planted on either side of you, he pushes himself off your body and pulls himself out. You feel the strands of cum fall from him and onto your thighs. “Jeeeez.” he says.

You flip onto your back, your chest still heaving. Josh is between your legs on his knees, throwing his shirt over his head before placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Does daddy just fuck you so good you can’t even get dressed?” he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The aggressive act is gone and replaced with the loving Josh you’ve grown up with.

“So good.” you smile, pulling him in for another kiss.

He falls onto you, his curls brushing across your face. Using your tits as pillows, he lays comfortably. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

You sigh and giggle. “You’ve already fucked me Josh, no need to be a suck up.”

He lifts off of you again. “I’m not sucking up. You’re perfect, and I want this.”

“What?” the words tumble out of your mouth. “What about tour and the girls-”

“It’s you, Y/N. It’s always gonna be you. They mean nothing to me. They never have and never will. With you it’s real, and I want it.”

“But, Henry.”

“Fuck Henry. I was done with him the second he called you a slut. Only I get to call you that.” he jokes, kissing your nose.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Are you?” He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t seem too sure.”

“Josh I’ve been in love with you my whole life. You just fucked me so hard I won’t be able to walk for a few days and now you want me to be your girlfriend. I’m sorry if it’s going to take me more than a few seconds to wrap my head around it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” he apologizes and lays back on your chest. “We have all the time in the world, darling.”

[joshsjipple]

Waiter, please!

JOSH KISZKA X (F)READER

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic! I've been writing one shots for a while now, but I've never been comfortable enough in my abilities to post them. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this:)

Word Count: 5k+

WARNINGS: 18+, this is SMUT! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (you know better) LOTS of dirty talk and praise, oral sex (m/f/rec), fingering, hair pulling, slight slapping kink, a bit of spit play if you squint, small choking kink, language, some degradation, dom (m) sub (f) etc etc, light fluff here and there. Sorry if I missed any!

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Your fingers twirl the cool metal stick between your fingers, lazily stirring the plate of overpriced pasta in front of you. The creamy sauce creates a bleak noise that is somehow ten times more interesting than your date sitting in front of you.

It was your friend Nala who convinced you to join Tinder, saying how you “need to get back out there.” You agreed, thinking if nothing went right, you’d still get your fulfillment of sex. Boy were you wrong. Not only were 90% of these men conceited, obnoxious, and blatantly boring, they also had zero direction in the bedroom. You had only yourself to blame for that one. 

Your eyes drift away from your half-eaten plate of food and fix on the unlucky winner tonight. It’s not like he’s unattractive, because he’s not. But the more you look at him and the more you listen in on his pathetic talk about this year's upcoming election, the less appealing he becomes. Not once had he complimented you or asked about your life or interests. And you take offense to that first one because you had picked out a particularly flattering dress the night before.

The light blue silk dress hugs your waist perfectly, accentuating all your curves. The top was a loose fit, draping over your chest just barely covering your breasts. You were sure if you bent over just right, you’d give anyone who was looking a show. 

Reaching for your glass of wine, you nod to whatever nonsense this guy is still talking about. Noticing your drink has vanished, you let out a small sigh. The expensive wine he had insisted on buying was the only thing keeping your ass in the seat. So, reluctantly, you wave the nearest waiter over your way. A different one from last time approaches your table, a polite grin on his face.

“What can I get you?” he asks, rummaging for a pen in his apron pockets.

“Can we get a refill on the wine?” you smile back to your date who has since silenced his words. 

“Yes, please.” he agrees. 

The waiter takes your empty bottle and nods his head before turning to leave. You watch him walk away, the dark brown curls on his head whooshing from side to side as he marches into the kitchen area. He’s much shorter than you prefer, but being short yourself, you don’t see an issue. 

Within a few minutes, he returns with your wine. Placing it in front of you, your eyes cross paths for a moment. His big brown beads glare back at you warmly, a smile forming on your face in response. You can’t tell if your date is still talking or if he has stopped to pay attention to the newly replaced wine that just arrived at your table.

Your eyes flick down to the name tag stuck to your server’s uniform. Josh. Cute. He turns on his heels and retreats back to the kitchen, leaving you stuck in your worst nightmare.

An hour drags by impossibly slow, and you find yourself chugging half the bottle of wine down in no time. Your date, Paul, is still rambling. Even his name is insanely bland. You swirl the red liquid around in your glass and rest your head on your free hand. With your knees crossed and your eyebrows raised, you grow impatient. You’d like to tell him where he can stick his opinions, but you haven’t drank enough for that yet. 

Over the span of the last 60 minutes, Josh has brought out a chocolate desert and the check. Your eyes gracefully meet, and each time they do, your legs squeeze together tightly. He must be able to tell you’re not enjoying yourself, because he smiles coily to you as he passes by. 

Paul, who has now moved onto the state of the economy, blabbers on and on. A glass of wine splashes in one hand while the other helicopter around the table. You watch as the color drains from his face and his words begin to slow. You’ve paid no attention to how much he has dranken, but now you seem to fathom a good estimation. 

He grabs his stomach as he shuts his mouth tightly. Quickly, he stands and rushes away from your table and towards the bathroom. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. Someone in your close vicinity seems to do the same. You search for him, although you can practically picture the face that laugh belongs to. Josh. Your eyes meet and he casually wanders over to your table, throwing himself into Paul’s vacant seat. 

“Bored, darling?” he cooly says, his head in the palm of his hand.

“Since the moment I got here.” you nearly choke on your words at the pet name. 

“I get off in five… and seeing your date is preoccupied, can I join you?” 

You’re taken back by his boldness, but it’s kind of attractive. “Sure. As long as you stay away from political opinion talk.”

Josh sucks in a breath through closed teeth. “Dang it. There goes my plans for tonight.”

You giggle as the bathroom door down the hall opens. Josh flawlessly stands to his feet and shuffles away, making sure to turn back and give you a quick wink. You roll your eyes and stand to greet your intoxicated date.

“Jesus, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I feel like shit. Can we continue this another time?” he slurs.

“Of course,” you smile, knowing damn well you’re blocking him when you get home tonight. “I called you an uber. It should be here in a few minutes. Maybe some fresh air would help.”

“I agree. Here’s some cash. Should cover everything.” He pulls a few hundred dollar bills and throws them on the table. Without another word, he walks out the door.

You want to cheer as the door closes behind him, but remembering you’re in a very expensive restaurant, you sit back down. To your surprise, Josh has already beaten you to the spot. His apron is abandoned and replaced with a tan jacket. His arms are folded across the edge of a table like a child, his facial expressions matching it. To you, he looks like he doesn’t belong here, which makes your heart beat faster as you take your seat.

“Is he gone?” he asks in a joking tone.

“How did you know?” you chime in, bringing your glass of wine back to your lips.

“You look less stressed now, dare I say younger.” 

His accent makes your cheeks helplessly morph into a smile. You shake your head and reach for the money Paul left you. You sift through it, counting four $100 bills. Your mouth falls open in disbelief. You knew he was rich, but you didn’t know he was loaded.

Josh picks up on your energy and cocks an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“He left me $400 to cover the meal.”

“No shit. Really? I’m gonna start letting you set up my dates.” he jokes.

“It was all Tinder actually.” you shamefully admit.

“I figured. I was just too nice to mention it.” he says, sarcasm oozing out of every word.

He jokes a lot.

“Very nice.” you agree.

“I think it’s dumb, by the way. You have to meet people organically.”

“Like disrupting their dates?” you gawk.

Josh acts offended, his mouth hanging open slightly. He places his palm over his heart and sucks in a small ripple of air. “How dare you. I saved you.”

“You did.” you remark. “You’re ten times more fun than he was.”

Your eyes lock and immediately the demeanor changes. You stare at him as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. You groan internally, embarrassed to admit you’re beginning to pool between your legs.

“You wanna get out of here?” Josh asks after another silent moment.

“Where?” you ask.

“My house. I have an ax sharpened.” he says in a serious tone before erupting into a fit of giggles. You join in, gathering the four pieces of paper in your hands. “I’ll clear your tab.” He offers, his hand extended to yours to accept the cash.

You hand it over, the skin of your hands briefly meeting. Electricity shoots up your arm and travels to your core. His skin is soft and smooth like butter, and you imagine what it would feel like to drag your tongue across him.

After your tab was cleared, you walked side by side down the street. Josh had the idea of ice cream. You agreed, deciding the cold taste of ice cream might be able to bring you back to earth for a second. As you stand in line at the small truck just down the street from the restaurant, goosebumps prick on your arms. Your teeth chatter as if it's 10 degrees outside when in reality, it’s probably only 70. Josh takes notice and silently removes his jacket and throws it over your shoulders.

Feeling embarrassed, you attempt to push it off, but his hand holds it in place on your upper back and you shutter. Josh grabs your cones and you quickly take it from his hands and take a lick, desperately trying to rid your mind of these thoughts.

“Do you want to hang out at my place? It’s just a block over.” Josh offers. Your mind hardly processes his words because it’s too focused on his wet tongue digging to his vanilla ice cream. “Sorry. That was too forward.” he takes notice of your lack of response. 

“No no! Please, I’d love to.” you recover. Josh nods and takes another lick of his own.

You didn’t know what you expected his apartment to look like, but it definitely wasn’t this fancy in your vision. You stand in the doorway as Josh flicks on the lights. They blink on, illuminating the entire patio. The floors are lined with wood, creating a cabin-look. The walls are white and filled with paintings of all sorts. A vinyl wall and bookshelf cover the larger area of the living room wall. Plants decorate the dark corners and bring them to life. It smells of essential oils and a fragrance you can’t decipher.

“Gonna come in and stay a while?” he smirks from across the room. You remove your shoes and his jacket before stepping farther in. “You can sit if you’d like.” he offers, handing you your ice cream cone.

You smile and take a seat on his sofa. Feeling oddly comfortable, you lean back against the cushions and eat your treat in peace. Your mind is too busy racing with thoughts that you don’t notice Josh when he takes a seat next to you. 

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” he says softly. The shock of his voice causes you to jump, your ice cream falling into your chest.

“Shit!” you jump up and scrape the cold substance off your chest. It drops onto the floor and dribbles down your dress. “Fuck!” you yell again, kneeling down next to it. You scoop it up with your hands, completely unaware of your surroundings.

Josh clears his throat and you raise your direction slightly to meet his eyes. The big brown beads glance down and then up again. Quickly, you grab the top of your dress and press it to your breasts and stand.

“Oh my god I am so sorry.” you apologize.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m just sorry about your ice cream.” he says calmly. 

“Josh-”

“Y/N. It’s fine. There’s a bathroom down the hall if you want to clean up. I can bring some more suitable clothes to change into as well.” he offers, handling this situation rather sweetly. 

You nod and stumble down the hall and into the bathroom. Almost immediately after shutting the door, you strip from your dress and hang it on a hanger. Wearing literally nothing under it, you climb into the shower and begin to scrub your body. The sound of the falling water drowns out your thoughts–well, almost all of them; not Josh.

The way his eyes stared at your peaking breasts. The way his tongue swiped over his plump lip and dug into his ice cream. The way he handled your emotions had your hand drifting between your legs. Maybe after this you could actually think right the whole night.

Your fingers worked quick circles into your core, small moans escaping that were swallowed by the shower. You were imagining his hands on your breasts, his tongue tucked away into you and his cock down your throat. His name slips off your lips and down the drain with the suds. 

Minutes later, you regain composure and finish your shower. Stepping onto the mat, you notice clothes sitting on the sink. You slip them on after drying your body and comb through your damp hair with your fingers.

“Y/N?” Josh yells. “Hurry up and come out here.”

You finish prepping yourself and find Josh in the living room, his legs crossed at the knee as he sits on the couch. You sit on the ‘L’ part of the sofa, across from him. Josh doesn’t look at you, but he threads his bottom lip through his teeth.

“What did you do in the bathroom?” he asks, his eyes finally meeting yours. His usually high pitched tone has disappeared. Taking its place was a deep huffy voice. It suits him, but it makes you shift in your place. Josh’s eyes are deep and dilated, his body angled towards you in a strategic manner.

No. He couldn’t know, could he?

You swallow. “I showered. I thought you said it was-”

“No.” he says firmly. “What did you do?” he pushes himself to the spot next to you.

Your heart beats in your chest so loud, you’re certain Josh can feel the vibrations. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and anxiously let your eyes focus on your hands folded in your lap. Josh is so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. Maybe it’s still the alcohol, or maybe it's the smell of his cologne or the look in his eyes, but you feel yourself leaking between your legs.

Josh grabs your chin with his finger, dragging your attention back to his. You’re nervous to look him in the eye, afraid that he can see all the things you’re imagining right now. But your arousal is too much, and you give him the best ‘fuck me’ eyes you’re able to whip up. You watch as his lips part and his breathing hitches in his chest. The prolonged eye contact finally snaps as his eyes fall to your chest and wander down the rest of your body. 

“How do you think I feel?” he asks, his breath on your cheek. “Knowing a hot girl who I had been so nice to, was getting herself off in my shower?”

Your heart pounds in your chest. “Josh- I’m-”

“Shh, baby. You’ve done enough talking.” he presses his wet lips on your jaw, his hand now resting on your thigh. “I was being nice and dropping you off some clean clothes, but when I walked in, I heard those sweet little moans.” he groans into you, his hands traveling farther up your leg. “I wasn’t going to say anything until I heard you moan my name as you came all over your hands.”

His fingers slip into your–or his– pants and his finger just barely brushes across your hip bone.

“Josh-” you attempt.

“No underwear? You filthy thing.” he purrs to you as he slides a finger through your folds. You open your legs, begging him to continue, which he happily does. “Oh mama, you’re so wet.”

“Jesus.” you cry, wrapping your arm around his neck for support. “Please.”

“What’s got you all worked up?” he asks, his singular digit still moving at an agonizingly slow pace through your folds. 

“You, Josh.” you cry, ignoring how pathetic you sound. “Since I first saw you tonight.”

“And when else?” he asks, sliding a finger into your entrance. You gasp and your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Keep talking or I’ll stop and leave you dripping all over my fucking couch.” he threatens. 

“When you were eating your ice cream.” you admit.

“What about it, Y/N?”

His finger pumps into you now. “When your tongue was digging into the ice cream.”

“Awe,” he taunts, removing his finger from you. “Did my pretty girl wish that was her cunt?”

“Josh, please.” your body trembles at the loss of contact.

“I know. I just want to kiss you is all.” he says, dropping his act for a moment. Your lips connect softly and only for a few seconds before he pulls away. You groan involuntarily. “Relax, mama. I want my tongue in something else right now.”

He drags himself to the floor, his fingers hooked on either side of your pants. He pulls them down with him and slips them off your feet. The cold air that coats your slick makes you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Hey,” Josh says, slapping your thigh lightly. “Watch me. Wanna see those pretty eyes.”

You nod and stare at him as he reaches down and kisses your heat. Your hips rock upwards, desperately looking for any type of friction. Josh doesn’t like this so he pins your legs with his two arms, his lips curving into a shit-eating grin.

Your eyes don’t break contact as he spits into your core. You watch wide-eyed as his tongue licks a firm strip up your center. You cry out his name as he begins to lap at your clit. Your hands find his hair, tugging on it firmly as he eats your pussy. The eye contact becomes too much and your head falls back, almost immediately after, he detaches his mouth. 

“What the fuck?” you shout angrily. 

He brings his hand to your cheek and smacks it. It stings for a second but no longer. “Don’t talk to me like that or I’ll go to bed and leave you with your fingers again.”

“No, baby. Please.” you cry from under him. 

“Fuck. Say that again.”

“Please fuck me baby.” you squirm.

“Oh, mama. I will, but first I wanna taste your cum, okay?” You nod frantically, unable to form any other words. “But you gotta be a big girl and watch me, okay” You nod again.

He dives back in, mercilessly sucking on your clit. You squeeze his hair, dragging his face into your throbbing cunt. He laps at you as if he’s a starved man, his lips kneading at your sensitive bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long until you feel a knot form in your stomach. You nearly cry as you haven’t had this feeling in a while. You moan loudly, unable to control it anymore. Josh adds a finger, removing his mouth from your throbbing clit. 

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Let it go.” he insists, connecting his mouth to you again as he adds a second finger. 

It happens quickly, but your eyes explode with a million little stars. You’re panting like a dog as Josh works you through your orgasm, never saying a word about the mean grip you have in his hair. He encourages you on until you’re nothing but a shuddering mess in front of him. He pulls his fingers out of you with a pop and you watch wide-eyed as he slips them into his mouth. He shuts his eyes and removes your slick from his fingers, savoring every last drop of it.

“You taste like heaven, mama.” he smiles as he crawls on top of you.

You’re painfully aware of how much clothes he has on. Determined to do something about it, you reach for the hem of his white t-shirt and rip it over his head. A wave of shock blesses his face before the taunting demeanor replaces it again. You’ve never been one to like being degraded, but you’d do anything for him. The idea of him makes you wet all over again.

“Needy, eh?” He plants a kiss on your neck before pulling on the skin. “Gonna mark you up. Show everyone who you belong to.”

“Please. Do whatever.” you mutter as he licks up to your ear.

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” he buzzes into your ear. “Should have known by that dress you were wearing.” he continues, his hand trailing down your shirt while his lips plant sweet kisses across your collarbone. “The way it hugged you so perfectly. I nearly fucked you right there on the floor when your tits were visabile. You like that, huh? Being looked at?”

His large hand cups your breast through the cotton material and your back arches into his groin. He’s painfully hard against your leg. You squirm and move your hand down to palm him through his jeans. He whimpers into your ear, causing you to go feral. 

“Josh. Can I taste you?” you ask.

“How can I say no to you, love?” he pushes off of you and stands to his feet. Peeling his jeans off, he tosses them next to your pants. Then, he backs up, giving you enough room to sink to your knees in front of him. 

Sitting eye level with his pulsating cock, your mouth waters. The thin fabric is the only thing between you guys and your stomach quenches at the thought. Teasingly, you plant a kiss on his belly button and latch onto it with your teeth, giving it a soft tug. He watches you below him, his mouth hanging open. You stare into his eyes as you place a sloppy kiss on the head of his dick.

“Y/N. If you keep teasing it will be over all too soon.” he warns, pulling you back by your hair. You run your tongue over your lips as he lets you go.

Finally, you remove his boxers and watch as his cock springs free. You let out a moan as it bounces just inches from your face. Josh’s head falls back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You stare at the head of it and notice the precum leaking across the top. Growing impatient, Josh strokes himself, leaving you to ogle with drool peaking at the corners of your mouth.

“Take that off.” he demands, motioning to your shirt. “Wanna watch those perfect tits bounces as I fuck that pretty mouth.” He runs a finger across your bottom lip, gathering your drool before sticking it back in your mouth. You suck on it as you pull the shirt off your head and toss it to the side. Then you lean in and lick a slow stripe across the tip of him.

“Jesus, Y/N. Be a doll and open up, yeah?” he whines. You do as you’re told and stick your tongue out. Josh smacks the head of his length on your tongue, his precum splashing into your mouth. Slowly, he slides himself into your mouth, giving you time to adjust before moving any farther. 

Your throat burns as he reaches the abc of your throat. Eyes watering, you look up at him and feel him twitch inside of you. 

“God.” he groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair and moving you along him. You wrap a hand around the shaft and the other to his balls and begin to suck him. He groans through tightly shut teeth as you take him as best as you can. “Tap on my leg if it’s too much, okay?”

You nod and as soon as you do, he slams his cock into your face. You gag pathetically, but that only seems to turn him on more. He cusses above you as he fucks into your face, tears streaming down your cheeks. You can feel him twitch inside of you as you focus your breathing. Your hand squeezes his balls slightly and he pushes all the way into you that your nose brushes across the thin line of pubic hair. He pulls out, leaving only the tip of himself on your lips.

“Good girl. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” he praises, wiping your tears off your cheeks. His hands grab your under arms and pull you to your feet. He kisses your lips softly at first, tasting himself on your skin. It turns sloppy and his tongue dances in your mouth. You try to fall back on the couch, but his hand grabs your back to prevent you.

“Josh, I want to-”

“I know what you want mama,” he growls, his fingertips digging into your love handles. “You said you liked to be watched. So you’re gonna watch.”

He grabs your hand tightly and drags you down the hallway. You pass the bathroom where just an hour ago, you were cursing his name. He opens his bedroom door and turns on a lamp, casting an orange light across the walls of the room. You see in the corner, a large wooden vanity. He pushes you that way and you show no objection. He stops you in front of it and steps behind you. His cock is brushing over your ass, causing you to moan quietly. He brings a hand to your neck and squeezes slightly, straightening your face so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror in front of you. 

You’re a mess. Your hair is darting every which way, tear stains on your cheeks. A sheen of sweat covers your body, your pussy dripping with anticipation. You can barely make out the hickeys and bruises on your neck, but you can feel them there. Josh reaches in front of you with his hand that isn’t wrapped around your neck. He drags it down your stomach, his finger tips starting a blazing fire across your skin before reaching your throbbing cunt. He slides his fingers through your lips, gathering your wetness. 

“Look at how pretty you are, Y/N.” he says, your eyes glued to each other in the mirror.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he says. “Say it.”

“Fuck me, Josh.”

He works circles into your clit again and you swallow loudly. “Meh. Gonna have to ask nicer than that.”

You don’t even care how pathetic you sound. You need it. “Please, baby. Please fuck my pussy. I need to feel you in me.”

“Look at you, crying for my cock. Bet you haven’t been fucked right in a while, huh? Them Tinder dates don’t know how to fuck my girl, do they?”

“No!” you cry. He pulls away and presses you against the cold wood. Your breasts smash against it and your cheek is laying flatly against the surface as well. 

“Gonna give it to you, okay? Gonna fill you up so good, and you’re gonna watch.” He growls, grabbing a fistfull of your hair and pulling you up so you’re watching yourself in the reflection in front of you. Josh is just as fucked-out as you are. His curls are damp, sweat beads running down his neck.

As you open your mouth to speak, he pushes the tip into your aching entrance. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, Josh’s doing the same. You both sigh in unison before he pulls out almost completely. With no warning, he crashes back into you, a pornographic moan filling the room. Using your hair as a handle, he fucks you merciessly. Skin slapping on skin fills the house, your moans leaking out into the hallway.

“You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock just right.” he informs you through hooded eyelids. “Look at yourself. So perfect.”

“Josh, I'm so close. Don’t stop!”

“Yeah? Yeah, baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” he hisses. “Fuck. Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah.” you say as he thrusts into you.

“So dirty. You’re fucking getting it. Is that okay?” he half demands, half asks.

“Yes! Please, whatever you want, Josh.”

“Jesus.” he cries, picking up his pace. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, letting me know he’s close.

He reaches over you and cups your breast, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He squeezes your hard nipple before moving it down to your cunt. His fingers work your clit and you’re about to explode. 

“Cum, darling. I can feel you clenching me so tight. I’m right here with ya. Make a mess.”

With his encouragement, your body explodes for the second time tonight. You let out a raspy curse of his name and he falls over the edge with you. You can feel him painting your insides as he continues to wreck you.

“Yes, baby! Take my cum, take it.” he cries into your skin. 

After Josh rides out his high, he pulls himself off your sticky back. His face is a deep red and is coated with sweat. He pulls out of you with a sigh and you flinch at the feeling of being empty of him. Within seconds, you feel his hot release begin to run down your leg. You’re still beant over the desk, trying to regain your composure when you feel a hand on your back.

“Hey, mama. You okay?” he asks, worriedly.

“Mhm.” you nod.

“Can I?” he asks. You’re not sure what he means, but given he just came inside of you, you nod. He places a towel between your legs and works the fabric across your thighs. Your heart warms as you realize he’s cleaning you. A few seconds later, he sets the dirty towel on the vanity and pries your hands off the wood. Feeling a bit stronger, you stand but throw your arms around him anyways. Could you walk? Probably. Did you just want to feel his skin again? Yes.

“How about a nice bath?” he asks.

“That’d be nice.” you agree. He kisses the top of your head and you close your eyes.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. The hickeys are more visible now and you run a hand over them. 

“So I belong to you now?” you joke, remembering his words.

“Oh mama,” he pulls you closer. “You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you after tonight.”