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no-other-mashter · 3 months ago

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Just Call My Name

Sub! Jake x reader

Jake gets jealous, so you give him a little reminder of who’s in charge. Spoiler alert: not him.

Warnings: Msub/Fdom, bdsm, mommy kink, minor impact play, overstimulation, edging, riding, handjob, oral (M rec and F rec), dacryphillia

(This will not be everyone’s cup of tea, but those who’s it is, enjoy!)

Jake had been ignoring you, that’s why you started acting up. After a long day of sightseeing while he had a break on tour, Jake took you with him to a small bar with the others. It was crowded and loud, but the five of you managed to find a mostly quiet corner by the pool table. He begins talking to his brothers about the tour, ignoring your every attempt to get his attention.

You decide to rile him up instead. You had worn his favorite skirt, a tight leather one that barely covered your ass. You sauntered over to where Danny was playing pool and ask him to show you the ropes, leaning over the pool table.

It was then Jake glanced over, noticing you had left his side. A surge of jealousy and possessiveness shot through him, his eyes narrowing as he watched your skirt ride up, revealing more of your skin. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight, but also a growing frustration at your actions. Jake couldn’t figure out what you were playing out, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep his cool.

His patience wore thin as he watched you give Danny puppy dog eyes and ask him to help you line up your shot. He agreed, being none the wiser to what you really were doing.

As Danny positioned his arms around you to help you aim, Jake decided he couldn’t stand to watch this any longer. He slammed his beer down on the table and strode over to the pool table, his eyes locked onto you. He came up behind you, one hand possessively grabbing your hip while the other nudged Danny out of the way.

“Hey, I’ve got this,” Jake muttered, his voice tight and strained. He didn’t wait for Danny to respond before spinning you around, pulling your hips against his.

You grinned up at Jake, “What’s got your panties in a twist, Jakey?”

Jake’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. He leaned down, his face inches from yours and his brown eyes dark with anger and lust. “Don’t fucking play dumb with me, (Y/N),” he growled, his voice low, “You know exactly what you were doing, bending over like that. I saw the way you were looking up at Danny with those eyes…” He slid one hand down your back to grip your ass, not caring who was looking.

“You’re mine. No one else gets to touch you like this, understand? No one else gets to see you being such a little tease.”

You grin at him, taking the opportunity to reverse the roles and push his back against the edge of the pool table, whispering in his ear, “Aw, is poor Jakey jealous?” Your hand moved to his clothed cock, rubbing it through his pants, “Maybe you shouldn’t have ignored me…”

Jake’s breath hitched as you pushed him against the pool table. His cock throbbed angrily against his zipper at the teasing touch, and he grabbed your wrist tight and leaned in.

“Watch it, (Y/N),” He growled, his voice a low warning, “Keep talking like that and I might just bend you over this pool table and fuck you right here.”

You kissed him before pulling away, setting your mind on taking the lead for once, “I think you should watch it, Jake, otherwise I may have to put you in your place this time…”

You give his cock one more squeeze before slipping back to the table everyone was at, sitting next to Josh and patting the seat beside you.

Jake couldn’t lie, a flash of arousal hit him at your words. He was used to being the one in control, but your words sent a thrill through him. The idea of you putting him in his place, of taking charge, made his jeans feel much tighter. He slid into the seat beside you, close enough that your thighs were touching. He tried to say something in your ear, but you ignored him, only giving him a glance. He had to bite back a loud groan as you groped him again, your touch firm and demanding.

He squirmed slightly in his seat, trying to adjust himself discreetly as he kept up the conversation. But the touch made it much harder to focus on anything else. He leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low, heated whisper, “Keep touching me like that and I wont be responsible for what happens next. I might just have to take you back to the hotel room and fuck you until you can’t walk straight…”

He tried to slide his hand up your thigh, but you grabbed it tightly.

“You aren’t going to be doing anything tonight unless you ask, Jake.”

Deciding you’d had enough teasing him, you stand and tell the others you were both leaving, dragging Jake out to the car with you. You climbed into the driver’s seat, giving Jake a look when he tried to palm himself, “No touching, or you go to bed hard, Jake.”

Jake groaned, his cock throbbing in his jeans. The drive back to the hotel was filled with tense, charged silence. As soon as you both stepped into your room, Jake tried to pull you close, his hands gripping your hips. But you stepped back, holding up a finger, “Ah, ah, ah, no touching.” Jake’s brows furrowed, his chest heaving with frustrated breaths. He wasn’t used to being denied, especially when his cock was this hard.

But there was something undeniably sexy about you taking control like this, so Jake played along.

“Let me touch you, (Y/N). I want to worship you, to leave you shaking and feeling so good you forget your own name.”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, before speaking again. “On your knees,” you order, pushing your underwear down but keeping your skirt on, “You can use that pretty mouth of yours to get me off. No touching yourself unless I say so.” You sit at the edge of the bed, and spread your legs.

Jake’s eyes darkened with lust as you gave him the command, and he didn’t hesitate to drop to his knees in front of you. The sight he saw made his mouth water. His hands were aching to touch himself, but he followed your orders, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. He trailed them up higher, leaving a path of kisses and licks until he reached your dripping slit.

He looked up, his eyes smoldering with desire and silently asking for permission. At your nod, he leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue along your folds, groaning at the taste of your arousal. He licked and sucked at your clit, swirling his tongue around it as his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place.

“Fuck…. Good boy…” You groan. Jake whimpers at the pet name, making you grin, “Get me off and maybe I’ll let you touch yourself.”

Jake doubled his efforts at your praise, sealing his lips around your clit and flicking his tongue over it. You felt his hands slide up to grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he ate you out like a starving man at a feast.

He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your gasps and moans becoming more frequent. He pushed himself a little harder, fucking you with his tongue until your walls clenched and you came.

“Fuck- Cumming!”

Jake kept going until you pulled him off and into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. His cock was straining against his jeans at this point, so you took pity on him as you stripped your clothes.

“Get undressed and lay on the bed.”

Despite his pride, Jake quickly obeyed the command, practically tearing his clothes off in his haste to comply. His shirt and jeans were tossed aside, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, his erection tenting the fabric. He climbed onto the bed, lying on his back and watching you undress. A hiss escaped him as you climbed into his lap and ground against his crotch, the friction a delicious torture. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your hips, causing you to grab his wrists and make a “tsk tsk” sound.

“I didn’t wanna have to do this Jake, but you just won’t listen.”

You grabbed his belt off the floor, using it to tie his wrists to the headboard.

“Now, I’m gonna touch you, and you’re gonna tell me when you’re getting close.” You say as you pull his boxers down his legs and toss them aside.

Jake’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across his face as you took control once more. He tugged on the bindings, shivering with excitement as he confirmed they were secure. A gasp escaped his lips as his cock sprang out from his boxers, flushed a deep red and leaking onto his tummy.

“Fuck… I don’t know how long I can hold back if you touch me like this…”

He inhaled sharply as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. His hips jerked up into your touch, seeking more of that delicious friction. He could feel his release building rather quickly, your skilled fingers and the sensation of being restrained heightening every sensation.

“I’m already close, baby,” he admitted, his voice a low rasp, “You feel too fucking good, I don’t know if I can last much longer.” He clenched his jaw as the pleasure rose more and more.

And then, you let go, letting his cock fall against his tummy, hard and aching.

Jake let out a frustrated groan as you left him throbbing and wanting, so close to finishing, “What the fuck, (Y/N)?” he growled, his chest heaving with labored breath.

“I told you, you don’t cum until I say,” You reminded him, letting him cool down for a moment.

Jake took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. It was a losing battle, especially with your naked skin against his. He could feel every little movement, every shift of your body, and it made his dick twitch and leak. After a minute that felt like an eternity, you began touching him again.

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him with a firm grip. His back arched off the bed, a moan being ripped from him at the sudden contact. His hips bucked into your hand, fucking into it with a desperate need. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he focused on his impending orgasm, “I’m close again. Really fucking close. Please, I need-“

He was cut off by a strangled whine as you pulled away yet again, leaving him aching for a release that didn’t come. He was panting, his skin damp with sweat and his muscles tight.

“Maybe if you beg, I’ll think about letting you cum,” You say, knowing Jake wasn’t usually one to beg.

He knew he should be too proud to beg, but fuck, he was desperate. “Please, (Y/N),” he rasped, his voice breaking slightly, “I need to cum so fucking bad. I can’t… I can’t take much more of this teasing. I’m begging you, baby, let me cum. I want to paint your skin with it, or fill you up until you’re dripping with my seed. Fuck, please, I need it. I need you.”

His pleas made a shiver of pleasure run down your spine, straight to your core. You pretended to think about it before giving him an answer.

“I’m going to edge you two more times, and then you can cum. Alright, baby?” Your tone was softer, making sure he was still into this.

“Okay,” Jake replied hoarsely, his voice strained with anticipation, “I… I can do it.”

His cock was throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat, the shaft flushed a deep, angry red. Pearly beads of precum leaked from the swollen tip, dripping down onto his stomach. You let him calm down again, but then took him by surprise by swallowing him down this time, your nose buried in his pubes. He let out a cry as the wet heat of your mouth engulfed him without warning. His back arched off the bed, every muscle in his body going taut as pleasure crashed through him like a tidal wave.

“FUCK!” He yelped, yanking at the restraints on his wrists to no avail.

He could feel your throat constricting around him as you took him to the hilt. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he found himself fighting the urge to buck his hips, to fuck into that perfect mouth and chase his release. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to hold back. He didn’t want this feeling to end, wanted to stay buried in your throat forever.

“Please don’t stop,” he gasped out, his voice ragged, “Just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good. I can’t hold back much longer.” He was panting harshly, sweat dripping down his temples as he battled his impending orgasm and the knowledge you were going to stop it. “Please, I need… I need…”

Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what he needed anymore; he just knew he didn’t want this moment to end. But he could feel his cock pulsing and his balls drawing up tight as his release approached. He was teetering on a razor’s edge and knew the outcome.

Still, he let out a sob as you pulled away, leaving his cock twitching and bare in the cool air of the hotel room. The sudden loss of that perfect heat was agonizing, and he cried out in distress, his arms writhing against the bindings on his wrists.

“Please, please, please!” He babbled, his voice breaking, “I can’t- I can’t take anymore! I need to cum so fucking bad. I’m begging you, please let me cum. I’ll do anything you want, anything. Just please let me cum!”

“You still have one more-“

He cut you off with a whine and one word that made all the heat rush to your core.

“Fuck, mommy, let me cum!”

It only took a second before he realized what he said, his eyes squeezing shut in mortification as a wave of humiliation washed over him. He never let himself get this carried away, this desperate that he’d resort to calling you something so embarrassing.

You were surprised by his words for a minute, but then grinned, “Aw, does Jakey want mommy to let him cum?”

He seemed to visibly relax a little, knowing you were okay with it.

“I’m gonna ride you and get off using your pretty, pink cock, and then you can cum. But you aren’t allowed to cum until I do.”

Jake’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red at your teasing words, embarrassment and lust warring within him. He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm the frantic racing of his heart as you angled his tip between your folds. He was already leaking so much, the head of his cock slick and shiny with precum. He knew he wouldn’t last long once you started moving.

“P-Please, mommy,” He begged, the words feeling odd in his mouth at first, “Ride me hard and fast. I want to feel you, want to watch your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on my cock. I want to make you cum before I paint your insides white. I just… fuck, I need to feel you.”

When you sink down on his cock, you both moan. The stretch is always amazing when you ride him, the angle hitting that spot in you just right. You growl and grip his waist as you ride him hard and fast, just like he wanted.

“Fuck! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, baby! I’m gonna ride you until I’m fucking soaking that cock!”

Jake let out a guttural moan, a sob tearing from his throat as you rode his aching cock. Your walls were pure sin, hot and slick and perfect. “Fuck!” He cried, his hips jerking up to meet each of your bounces. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you used him to chase your pleasure. He could feel every inch of you gripping him like a vice, the wet heat driving him wild.. His balls drew up tight, and he knew he wouldn’t last.

“(Y/N), I… I can’t… I’m gonna- Fuck!” He babbled, his voice breaking with desperation, “Please, please let me cum! I’m so fucking close. I can’t-“

“Hold. It.” You say, feeling a rush of arousal as tears escape his eyes.

Despite his best efforts, Jake couldn’t do it. With a wail, Jake felt his orgasm rip through him, his cock jerking and pulsing as he came inside you. His hips bucked wildly as he rode out the waves of intense pleasure.

“FUCK!” He screamed, his voice raw and broken, “FUCK, I’m cumming! (Y/N), fuck, Mommy, yes! Take my fucking load!”

His cock twitched inside you , painting your insides white with his thick, hot seed. Jet after jet of cum pumped into you as he emptied his balls, his body shaking. Even as he came down from his high, he was panting and dripping with sweat, his hips twitching.

“Did I say you could cum?” You asked, looking down at him in mock disappointment.

“No… you didn’t,” he mumbled, “I just- it felt so good, baby, and-“

You smack his cheek, pausing after to be sure he didn’t need to safeword out. When he didn’t, you spoke up.

“I don’t care why you did it. You disobeyed me. And I’m not your baby right now, am I?”

Jake flinched at the sharp smack on his cheek, stunning him into silence. Impact play was nothing new to you both, but it was always the other way around. However, he found himself enjoying the slight stinging sensation on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” He whispered, his cheeks red, “I forgot. It won’t happen again. I’ll be a good boy from now on.”

You caressed his cheek, speaking softly despite your filthy words, “If you want to be a good boy, you’re going to let me ride you until I cum. Got it?”

Letting out a shaky breath, Jake nodded, “Y-yes… I understand. Please, use me to get off. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

He took another deep breath which turned into a choked sob as you began to ride him again, his cock still sensitive from his previous orgasm. He was overwhelmed by the pleasure, but kept thrusting up, wanting you to cum.

“Cum- ah- one more time, Jakey. I know you can,” you moaned, feeling him swell within you again. You were getting close, clenching around him.

“I c-can’t! It’s too much!” He wailed, “I can’t cum again. It’s too sensitive, I’m too fucking sensitive.”

His hips ached from the exertion of his thrusts as you rode him faster, chasing your release. He could feel every rib and contour of your walls against his shaft, and it was almost too much to take. But he wanted this, wanted you to cum around him.

“Fuck, (Y/N), please! Ride me until you cum! I’ll… I’ll cum for you, just like you want! Fuck!”

He clenched his fists, the belt tied around his wrists digging into his skin. He was determined to see this through, to give you his all.

“Mommy… I’m gonna cum again,” He gasped, feeling his cock pulse and his balls draw up, “Please, please let me cum with you. I need it mommy, I need to feel you cum on my cock while I fill up your pussy, please!”

“Cum, baby,” you groaned, right as your orgasm hit you.

Jake’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock jerking and spasming inside you as he let out a moan that surely woke the neighboring rooms. His hips bucked as he rode out his powerful climax, spilling inside you a second time.

“F-fuck! I’m fucking- Ahh-mmmm!” He whined, his eyes never leaving you as you came on his cock, soaking his thighs.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the waves of intense pleasure began to subside. Jake collapsed back on the bed, you following after untying his wrists. His cock slipped out of you, now soft and covered in your shared release.

“Fuck, Jake… that was so intense…” You murmured, pressing kisses to his sore wrists and his face. He nuzzled against you, a satisfied smile on his face. You both knew you’d have to get up and wash yourselves, but you’d do that later. For now, you just relaxed in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow.

#greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka smut

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no-other-mashter · 3 months ago

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Deeper, Deeper, Deeper

Josh x Male! Reader

Warnings: Deepthroat, gagging, spit mentioned, breath play, minor degradation, sub!josh, m!Sub, M/M

Josh was excited for the end of tour, since it meant he could be a little rough with his voice.

The second Josh stepped off stage at their last show, he high-tailed it back to his hotel, not bothering to get out of his stage suit or his makeup. All day he’s thought about one thing, and one thing only: Being done with tour means he can be rough with his throat again. Or, well, you can be rough with his throat again, more accurately.

Josh wouldn’t call himself a deviant, but the man had his kinks. Unfortunately, when you’re a singer, you rarely find the time to risk losing your voice for a few days so you can deepthroat your partner’s cock. It’s one of the things he always looks forward to when taking a break from tour and recording.

He slipped into his hotel room, an excited grin on his face as he saw you waiting for him on the bed. He locked the door behind him and approached you, his hips swaying slightly with each step. The sequins and rhinestones on his jumpsuit glinted under the dim light in the room.

He climbed up onto the bed and right into your lap, that grin still on his face.

“Hi there, baby,” He mumbled, his arousal already growing under his velvet suit. You kissed his cheek, then his lips, knowing exactly what he wanted as he palmed you through your pants.

“My, my,” You spoke, your voice low as you trailed your fingers up to his neck, “You seem rather eager to get my cock down your throat. You really need it that bad, Joshua?”

He inhaled sharply as you lightly squeezed his throat, his eyes flashing with excitement and desire. “Mmm, fuck… Yes I do, baby. I’ve been thinking about it all day long,” He admitted as he groped over your hardening length, feeling it throb beneath your pants.

Leaning down, he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent. He popped the button of your pants open and tugged down the zipper, lifting your hips to get them off of you. Josh’s eyes lit up as your cock sprung free, a low whistle escaping his lips, “I never get tired of seeing you like this…”

He laid back on the bed, letting his head hang off the edge. His curly brown hair hung loose, a mess after so many shows. He looked up at you from upside-down with a lust filled gaze, parting his glossy lips in invitation.

As you slowly pushed your cock past his lips, Josh’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a muffled moan around your length. His tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside as you slowly pushed more of your cock into his hot, wet mouth. At the same time, you reached out to palm his through his jumpsuit, a dark spot already visible on the fabric by the head of his cock. He rutted against your hand, the sequins and rhinestones of his jumpsuit catching the light.

As your cock hits the back of his throat, his nose was buried between your legs, right in your balls. He inhaled as best as he could at that angle, urging you on with a needy whimper. Despite the gagging sensation, he relaxed his throat to take you as deep as you could go, determined to swallow every inch of your cock.

You growl out a moan as an obscene bulge is visible on his throat from your cock. He whined as you traced it with your fingers, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure through your length. His hips bucked against your teasing hand, the hard ridge of his clothed erection seeking desperate friction. He tried to bob his head, taking more of your cock in and out of his mouth. Drool dripped from his lips to the plush carpet at your feet, making a mess of his face. You could only imagine what his eyeliner looked like.

One of his hands came up to fondle your balls, rolling them gently in his palm. You groan, and begin slowly face-fucking him as he hung off the bed. On a particularly rough thrust, he gagged loudly, and you pulled off for a moment, letting him gasp in a bit of air.

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby… Wanna keep going?” You asked, stroking his cheek.

He looked up at you with a wild, lust crazed grin, “F-fuck yes… Just like that (Y/N)… Use my fucking throat like a cock sleeve. I can take it,” He rasped, his voice already wrecked. He opened his mouth wide, lolling his tongue out in invitation as he looked up at you with desperate, pleading eyes, urging you to continue.

You complied, and Josh took your cock deep into his throat again. Drool and tears ran down his face as he gagged and choked around your intruding cock. You fucked into his throat with careful thrusts, your balls slapping his face with every thrust forward. His own cock throbbed urgently in his jumpsuit, the wet spot growing larger as his arousal rose. He kept grinding his hips up into your hand, desperate for any friction he could get. The sound of his choked gags, your pleasured grunts, and the slap of skin against skin filled the room.

You knew you were getting close, that band of pleasure getting tighter and tighter with every thrust. You stroked Josh through his jumpsuit, wanting to get him off too. His whimpers and gags are loud, and you knew he’d need air any second. One particularly rough thrust made him moan around your cock, and you were done.

Josh gagged and choked as you buried your cock deep in his throat, your hot seed spilling down his throat. The sensation of you being so far down his throat was what pushed him over the edge, and he came undone with a muffled scream around your pulsing cock. He yanked his head back, gasping and sputtering, your softening dick slipping from his lips with a wet pop.

There’s a large dark spot on his jumpsuit, while drool, tears, and makeup run down his face as he gulps in much needed air, his chest heaving. “Fuck, (Y/N)…”

His voice was absolutely wrecked, no doubt useless for the next few days. It was worth it though, Josh thought, a dazed, satisfied grin on his messy face as you coddled him.

#josh kiszka #greta van fleet fic #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka x reader #sub josh kiszka #josh kiszka x male reader

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no-other-mashter · 3 months ago

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Reach, Reach, Reaching

Chris Turpin X Jake Kiszka Slash fic

Warnings: M/M, vouyerism, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering (m!rec), handjobs

Chris sees something not meant for his eyes. He decides to stick around.

(Note: This is all fiction. I am in no way implying these two are together IRL, this is just me having some fun and writing a fic. Don’t like, don’t read and all that jazz.)

Jake was pent up.

That’s all there was to it. Days and days and weeks of being on the road on tour, cramped in a small bus most days left him with little private time to himself. He always had at least one other member of Mirador with him, and it was starting to frustrate him. He caught a lucky break when the others decided to stick around at a bar instead of heading back to the bus.

He feigned feeling tired, slipping away as soon as he could to the privacy of the bus.

What he didn’t know was that Chris had followed him. It was unlike Jake to turn down a night out, and the blonde was worried that Jake might’ve been sick or feeling off in some way.

He thought he was right when he entered the bus, hearing a whimper, only for the whimper to turn into a moan. Chris felt silly, realizing Jake just wanted some alone time. He knew he should turn around and leave Jake be, but something pulled his feet closer, letting him peek through the crack in the door.

Jake laid on his bunk, one hand gripping the sheets while the other was busy between his legs. His breathing grew heavier as he stroked himself in his boxers, the tip leaving a wet spot.

“Fuck,” He whispered, staring through the crack.

At the same time, Jake’s mind was racing with fantasies. A faceless woman, maybe one from the crowd, on her knees in front of him. She morphed into some faces he had seen before, eventually landing on a blonde. He twitched as he thought harder about this blonde. Her eyes a blue-grey and her hair a soft and familiar style now. He gasped as his fantasy shifted into Chris, causing his cock to twitch in his grip.

“Chris…” he groaned, causing the blonde hiding behind the door to hold back a gasp.

Jake’s hips bucked against his hand as he got closer to his peak, his cock throbbing and leaking. He began thrusting up to meet his hand, the blanket rustling with his movements. His strokes become faster, more urgent, chasing his release. Jake’s eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure as he came hard, his cock twitching in his hand. The front of his shorts move with each spasm, a damp spot forming where his cock head is pressed against the fabric.

Chris slipped away as soon as he could, his face red and the blood all rushing south. Jake? Into him? He almost couldn’t believe it, had he not seen it himself. He vowed to not peep on Jake again, slipping back into the bar to drink the filthy thoughts away.

He didn’t last long. The next time Jake had an excuse to not join the others, Chris was following after. He told himself it was just to make sure Jake was alright, but he knew the truth deep down.

This time was different, though. Jake stripped and then climbed into his bunk, on his hands and knees. He pulled out a travel size bottle of lube from his sheets, pouring some on his fingers before pushing them into his ass with a whine. Chris couldn’t help but let his hand trail down to his cock, palming over it.

Jake’s breath hitched as he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep into his hole, curling and scissoring them to stretch himself open. He let his mind wander again as he rocked back against his hand, his moans muffled in his pillow.

“Deeper… fuck… go deeper,” Jake muttered, clearly absorbed in whatever fantasy was in his head.

A third finger was pushed in alongside the other two, pumping them in and out. Jake’s cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, leaking precum onto the blanket beneath him. Chris fucked against his hand, biting his lips as he watched Jake come undone.

Jake’s body tensed and shuddered as he came, his hole clenching around his fingers as sparks of pleasure shot down his spine. He buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cries, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the blanket beneath him.

“Fuck- ah! Fuck me!” He gasped out, riding the waves of his intense orgasm while Chris did the same, ruining his pants. Finally spent, Jake collapsed onto the bunk, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He slowly pulled his fingers out of his sensitive hole, a shaky moan escaping his lips at the sensation.

He made no move to clean himself up yet, instead basking in the afterglow of his release. Chris snuck away again, feeling shame wash over him at what he did. When he returned to the bus later, Jake was asleep and cleaned up, no traces of what he had done still left.

Chris had trouble sleeping that night.

It happened two more times, Chris catching Jake. Each time he’d shamefully get off, telling himself it would be the last time. But then he’d get drawn in again, getting off to it just like before.

This time, though, he was a bit tipsy by the time Jake headed back to the bus. As he crouched in his usual spot, hand down his pants, he shifted a bit. This caused him to get off-balance, falling against the door with his pants still down.

Jake froze, his eyes widening as he saw Chris stumble into the bunk area. He tugged a blanket over his lap to cover himself, not even daring to breathe. Then he saw Chris’ undone pants, and the shame on his face. Putting two and two together, a blush spread across his cheeks. He was mortified, but also strangely excited that he got caught in such a compromising position.

“C-Chris?” Jake mumbled softly, his voice slightly hoarse, “Did you… Were you watching me?”

He waited with bated breath for his response, his heart pounding in his chest. A part of him hoped Chris would say yes, that he’d confess to watching. But another part of him was terrified of possibly ruining the good thing they had.

Chris stood, his face red. He adjusted his pants, clearly still half-hard. He knew he couldn’t deny it.

“Yeah… I… I was.”

He was ready for Jake to yell at him, to hate him for this. Instead, Jake’s quiet words made him do a double take.

“I don’t mind. Y’know, if you keep watching?” His voice was barely above a whisper, “In fact… I kinda… kinda like the idea of being watched like that…”

He sat up slowly, letting the blanket fall away to reveal his naked torso and the tent in his boxers. Jake’s cheeks were flushed, but there was a new intensity in his eyes as he looked at Chris.

“Come in and close the door,” He murmured, gesturing to the spot across from him, “If you want to see… I’ll show you.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, but also a newfound boldness. The air between them was charged with a tension that wasn’t there before, a palpable heat and anticipation.

Chris knew he was giving him a way out. He knew he should take it, should turn and leave. But… He found he didn’t want to say no. Instead, he silently shut the door behind him, and approached Jake’s bunk. He sat at the other end, watching him. He didn’t touch himself yet, giving Jake his full attention.

Jake couldn’t believe this was happening. Emboldened by Chris’ presence, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, freeing his hard, aching cock. It bobbed slightly as it sprang free, already flushed a deep red. Jake wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly as he looked up at Chris with half-lidded eyes.

He picked up the pace of his strokes, panting softly as he put on a bit of a show for Chris. The sight of his friend watching him, the heat in his eyes as he took in every inch of Jake’s naked body, only served to turn him on more.

Chris slowly moved his hand to palm his cock through his pants, unsure if he should take his out too.

“I didn’t mean to watch you at first,” He admitted, his eyes never leaving Jake’s hand, “I just… I couldn’t resist.”

Jake shuddered as he felt Chris’ eyes roaming over his body, his gaze burning into his skin. He moved a little faster, more urgently.

“I… I’m glad you didn’t. I think I wanted you to see,” He breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

He spread his legs wider, giving the other man an unobstructed view of his hard cock and heavy balls beneath. Jake’s other hand slid down to cup himself, fondling his sack as he kept stroking.

“Touch yourself for me, Chris,” He urged softly, “I wanna see you too… wanna watch you get off on watching me.” He licked his lips, his chest heaving with each panting breath. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of skin on skin.

Chris did as he was told, as if controlled by Jake’s voice. He shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees, giving himself a few unobstructed strokes.

“Jake… hah…” He groaned, his voice trailing into a whine as he watched Jake play with his balls.

The sight of Chris touching himself for Jake sends a bolt of pure lust straight to his core, making his cock throb and leak even more.

“Fuck, Chris… That’s so hot,” He growled, his voice ragged with desire, “Is that because of me?”

Chris nodded, his breathing heavy and low now.

Jake cupped his balls more firmly, rolling them in his palm as he pumped his shaft faster. The obscene sound of his hand flying over his cock filled the small space, mingling with the creaking of the bunk beneath them and their shared moans and gasps. Brown eyes were glued to Chris’ hand, watching the way his fingers danced over his hard flesh.

He suddenly wondered what it would feel like under his own hand.

“Come closer, Chris,” He urged breathlessly, reaching out a hand towards the blonde.

His cock was flushed a deep, angry red now, the tip an even darker shade as it leaked copious amounts of precum. Jake was teetering on the edge and Chris knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him there. He was hesitant at first, before scooting closer. They were thigh to thigh, and both seemed to wait for the other to make a move.

After a moment, Jake moved first. He slowly trailed his hand over Chris’ thigh, wrapping it around his hard cock and feeling the weight and heat of it in his palm. At the same time, Chris mirrored his movements. Jake shuddered as Chris’ fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip. He let out a low, guttural moan into Chris’ shoulder at the contact, his hips jerking forward into his touch.

His head was tucked into Chris’ shoulder as they jerked each other off, the intimate touch adding to it all. Jake was panting now, breathing in the scent of Chris as he picked up the pace.

“Chris… fuck… you’re so warm and big in my hand…” He moaned, his voice muffled by Chris’ shoulder.

The feeling of their hands on the other’s most intimate place was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of their bodies. Jake nuzzled into his neck, breathing in deeply as he lost himself in the sensation of finally touching Chris, of finally having Chris touch him back. He knew this was crossing a line, but he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. All he wanted was to keep touching Chris, to feel his skin against his own.

Chris knew he was getting close too, and spoke the first thought that came to his mind.

“ I saw you the other day… you took your fingers so well. Were you imagining it was my cock?”

Jake suddenly let out a choked off cry as Chris’ words sent him over the edge, his cock pulsing in Chris’ hand as he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the tip, splattering onto his thigh and a little onto Chris’ too as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm.

“Ah- Fuck! Chris!” He shouted, his body aching with the force of his release. At the same time, he felt Chris’ cock twitch and swell in his hand before coating his fingers and thigh in his hot seed. The feeling of their cum mixing together, the knowledge that he made Chris lose control like that, it all intensified Jake’s pleasure. He stroked Chris through it, milking him for every last drop of his release as their thighs rub together, smearing the mess between their bodies.

Finally, as the aftershocks began to subside, Jake went limp against Chris, his face buried in the crook of his neck. He was panting heavily, his skin slick with sweat and the evidence of their mutual pleasure. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at Chris, his eyes hazy and satiated. A shy, satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“That was… fuck, that was amazing, Chris,” He murmured, his voice hoarse from his cries of ecstasy. He leaned in, nuzzling his head against Chris’, “If you ever want to watch me again… the door’s open.”

#greta van fic #jake kiszka #chris turpin #slashfic #chris/jake #Chris Turpin x jake kiszka

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no-other-mashter · 3 months ago

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Warnings: bbg Jake , sexual content, edging, public sex , alcohol use , grammar mistakes,etc

Pairings: Jake X fem reader

18+ mdni

Jake and been extra touchy with you the moment the both of you got dressed and got into the car and you were sure it was because of what you were wearing.

He had his hand riding up your thigh, groping your ass , kissing you neck , nibbling your ear. And as he downed more alcohol the worse he got.

You tried your best not to react to his touch , ignoring the arousal pooling in your panties but the more you sat there , the more you wanted to touch him.

The two of you were in the corner of the booth at the club . Josh , Danny and Sam with their partners as well.

Alot of people always had room for alot of chaos . And chaos gave room for distraction. No one was really paying attention to you and Jake , everyone had their eye on their own partner .

Josh was busy arguing about some topic with Sam while Josh's partner tried to simmer him down. But that was a challenge knowing how aggressive and jumpy josh gets when he drinks. Sam's girlfriend laughed as she watched them . Danny and his girlfriend seemed engrossed in eachother and their drinks .

You moved forward in your seat , making Jake's arm that was around your shoulders fall . You took your jacket off and leaned back . Jake almost instinctively put his arm back over your shoulders , pulling you closer to him .

You gave him a smirk and he looked at you confused as you opened out your jacket over his lap . Your hand resting on his upper thigh before taking a glance around at the table . Still no one was even acknowledging the both of you.

"sneaky girl you're going to make me hard" Jake warned, his lips pressed to your ear as your fingers grazed over his crotch, under your jacket .

You ignore him and pretend to be engrossed with Josh and Sam's argument while you gently palmed Jake through his pants . He bit the side of his lip and let out a hiss , closing his eyes for a second. You felt him turn rock hard at your touch and you couldn't help but blush .

You made sure not to move your arm too much and keep your movements restricted to just your hand , so it didn't look suspicious.

Jake had his fist clutched to his drink on the table , his other arm still over your shoulders as he tried to take deep breaths and ground himself.

You felt his tip through his pants and let your fingers slightly rub over it , you could hear how his breath trembled .

After a few more minutes of agonizing contactless palming , you decided you wanted to feel more of him .

You found his zipped and pulled it down before unbuttoning his jeans , all in quick movements , barely giving Jake time to register.

"b-babe-" he shifted in his seat , as if an attempted to escape for your touch but his hips involuntarily rutted into your hand a second later .

You still ignore him , turning away from him as you pretend to play part in the other boy's conversation while your hand slipped under his jeans , you palmed him hard through his boxers and you couldn't tell he was having a hard time from the corner of your eye .

You watched him shakily pick up his drink off the table and take a gulp of it before setting it back down and gripping at the glass , trying to take deep breaths. You couldn't help but smirk at the effect to had on him.

Soon you'd slipped your hand into his boxers and pulled his length out , letting it hang out of his pants under the table, covered only by your jacket .

Jake slipped his hand off your shoulders and sat forward on the table , his other hand still holding his glass .

Your touch was light on his cock , and that made him shiver in anticipation even more . You gently traced his veins and the slit on his swollen tip, playing with the precum that cried out of him .

Jake leaned back with both his elbows resting on the table , his body tense and a thin layer is sweat coating his skin .

"slo- slow down love" Jake whispered into your ear , a plea . He was begging. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself. You were barely doing much , not even keeping a rhythm of movement. In fact you were just touching him for your own satisfaction.

"Don't worry about the mess . I'll clean it up and no one will suspect a thing" you turn to whisper into his ear . You knew he was scared to cum and make a mess of his pants in front of everyone, it was what was holding him back .

You met his eyes before turning sway to look at the boys arguing again . Jake gave you a pleading look , his face was red and you couldn't help but smile to yourself again.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and pumped him ever so slightly, you could feel his body stiffen at the movements.

You stopped your movements but had your fingers still wrapped around him before you let your thumb rub on the underside of his tip and he gasped only audible to you .

You continued to gently massage your thumb over the underside of his leaking tip . He threw his arm back around you and pulled you closer to him , his lips pressing against your neck as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck .

You could feel his sharp breaths against your skin , he was trying so hard not to seem obvious but was failing miserably. Good thing no one was watching.

Your eyes widen and you accidentally let out a gasp as you feel his cock jerking in your grip . You let go of him and slide your hand out from underneath the table .

Jake lifted his head to look at you confused and desperate. You ignored him and took a sip of your drink that had almost because warm by now.

As you set your drink back down you cover your mouth with your hand and spit into it . Jake watched you intently as you slid your hand back under the table and under your jacket , being sure not to get your spit anywhere before rubbing it on the tip of his cock .

He groaned and his eyes rolled back , he quickly picked up his glass to take a sip to hide himself.

You switched between jerked him tight with your saliva and thumbing the underside of his tip . Keeping your movements fast but hidden .

Jake had his face buried into your neck , gasping and whimpering softly as you felt his body tense up each time you switched movements .

You slowed you movements when you felt Jake throb in your hands , his breath ragged and his voice only letting out whimpers. You wanted to prolong his high as long as you could. You almost didn't want him to cum at all .

"fuck baby please I'm so close- Don't stop please" Jake whispered desperately , he had a feeling you weren't going to let him cum . And he was right .

"fuck- fuck!" Jake whisper-shouted as his body tensed up as his high came over him but you stopped your movements, Jake gasped in frustration as bring your hand back out from under the table.

"why- I was being good y|n! Why did you stop!" Jake whined, his eyebrows tilted up and knitted together in pleasure and pain.

You smirked and turned away , leaving him with no answer. He grumbled and shifted in his seat , your jacket allowing small friction against his cock .

You took another sip of your drink before you slid your hand back down under your jacket , you grabbed his length and started jerked him hard at a lightning pace.

It was too much for him because you felt his stomach muscles flex hard as he sat forward , his chest banging into the table , his jaw dropped and his eyes closed , almost letting out a moan before slapping his palm across his mouth .

That caught Daniel's attention and Jake immediately dropped his demeanor , pretending to act normal. But you didn't stop , you continued you movements, only a little slower .

Your eyes fixed on josh and Sam , even laughing slightly at them . Daniel gave the two of you a sceptical look before going back to his own business.

"fuck babe don't do that I'm sensitive" Jake scolded , barely a whimper by your ear .

"don't do that I'm sensitive " you mock before smiling at him and then turning away . You knew he was only sensitive because you'd edged him a few minutes ago . But you wanted to mess around with him .

You continued jerking him off while rubbing your thumb over his tip , slowly massaging his length and bringing him back to the edge .

"fuck oh my god please y|n-" Jake shuddered and you felt his legs and abdomen trembling. But you didn't let him cum.

"I hate you" you Jake whined , his face scrunched up in desperation. Obviously he didn't mean it . You giggle at him , you found this ever so amusing.

"alright alright I'll let you cum" you say and you see his eyes light up with hope.

"but you gotta do something for me first" you state and watch his expression drop again .

"what?" He asks grumpily.

"be loud and clear for me in my ear. I don't wanna hear you hide a single sound" you say . Jake's face eased up again , knowing that wasn't something hard to do . He just had to keep his voice low .

"okay I will" he nodded , taking a glance around at everyone at the table minding there own business. The music was EDM trash , enough to cover Jake's voice .

"good boy" you smirk as you slid your hand under your jacket in his lap again.

"fuck off" he blushes as his body buzzes up in anticipation. You giggle again.

But all seriousness was back when you started jerking him again , your pace never faltering and your motion switching between twisting and straight strokes , your thumb working his tip again .

Jake had followed your request, moaning out loud as he nuzzled his face back into your neck to hide his face, sucking on a spot right under your ear , moaning and whining into your skin .

"fuck- fuck y|n please!" Jake gasped , his mouth open against your skin as he begged .

He was close , very close . Your hand was tired but you didn't care . You didn't slow down , you kept your pace till you felt him trembling again .

"please don't stop-! Please don't stop-!" Jake gasped for air , his knuckles white as he gripped his glass on the table .

"cum for me baby" you pushed, and that did it . He moaned out a series of your name and other profanities as he came in your hand , his teeth bit into your neck making you wince . But you continued stroking him till he was fully spent.

He relaxed into you as you felt his cock soften . He was trying to catch his breath as you managed to catch his release into your jacket .

You looked around and you were suprised no one heard Jake moan like that. You bundled up your jacket and put it on your lap before grabbing tissue, subtly sliding your hand back under the table and wiping the remnants of Jake's arousal off him as he slid himself back in and zipped his pants .

"god I love you" Jake smiled shyly as he pulled you closer into him and kissed your cheek and you smiled widely, turning to catch his lips .

Your tongue poked out and he opened his mouth to welcome yours. It felt like heaven having his tongue rub against yours , his lips tasted like his drink and weed . You couldn't get enough of him .

"alright love birds ! Let's leave before these two start fucking eachother right here" josh says making you and Jake break the kiss and giggle to yourselves. Little did they know the sinful things you'd already done .

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no-other-mashter · 3 months ago

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The Fifth Sin

Josh Kiszka // Genderless Reader

He likes to watch you do it. To savour every last drop of your mouth and the way it moves. You are his muse, his inspiration. And never more so than when you're being his little glutton. (Blurb)

Explicit sexual content Dom Josh/Oral Fellatio/Degradation/Choking.

The sequins shimmered against the outline of his hard cock. The fabric curved against the pulse which ran the length of his shaft, resting perfectly against his hip. Lithe fingers wrapped around the circumference, squeezing it underneath his tight little jumpsuit.

"I'd like to see that pretty little mouth of yours on this..."

Josh was standing by the mirror, his eyes moving between you and his reflection. Shifting his unbearable erection up and down to ease the tension. You tilted your chin, uncrossed your legs and approached.

"This pretty little mouth?" You replied, licking a stripe across his bottom lip.

You liked the weight of his cock. The wide girth of it when it was throbbingly hard. The way it lilted to the side at the most subtle angle, his head always pink and flushed with just the tiniest drop of semen.

But more than that, you liked the way he demanded your service of it. The way he beckoned you over with a sweetly poetic request, and then savagely sucked on your tongue whilst you pulled the zipper all the way down to his pubic hair.

"I dream about that mouth." He confessed, letting the jumpsuit slip down his marble chest. "Eating it down like the hungry little slut that you are."

The back of your hand brushed against his soft hair, fingers wrapping around his base as you pulled him out of the jumpsuit as it sat around his waist. His back was arched just a little, his arms suspended at his sides like pendulums to keep him steady as you sank to your knees.

"Practically starving." You mentioned, gliding the tip of his head against your flushed cheek.

The translucent glimmer of cowper's fluid glossed across your lips. Dancing the round edge against your mouth, teasing warm breath onto the flesh there. Josh was breathing in shallow gasps, his stomach flexing in and out as he peered down at you.

His tip was always overly sensitive, deciphering the textures of your skin into incredible sensations. His eyes locked on the way you pressed it against the flat of your tongue, tasting the salty texture of his pre-cum and swallowing it down so gratefully.

"Always so eager to feed." He observed closely, bringing a heated palm to your chin. "You know, gluttony is a sin?"

You held him in your hand, rock hard and solid as if he were trying to send you a message in morse code. The perfect symphony of his pulsating veins made your mouth water. The decadence of his tone making you want to devour it without any of the need for an entrée.

"Lust is a sin." You pointed out, salaciously rounding your tongue against his waiting head. "Or did you conveniently forget?"

He simmered at the sight of you. Barely able to breathe as you sucked on him like a popsicle, just the juicy head, never breaking eye contact as you peered up through lashes and the curve of his chest. His parted lips stealing the air, trying to remain stilled as you applied more pressure.

"You lead me into temptation." He breathed, moving his hand into your hair, crushing his fist into the roots. "How do you expect me to have virtue when I know what that mouth can do?"

His hand guided you a little. The subtle pressure drawing you closer, letting him lead you into an open mouthed guzzle that slid down your tongue and towards the back of your throat. You held firm, enjoying the sensation of him and the relief in his body as his stance completely relaxed. His essence flowing into you, tasting his sweat and cum and the scent of his hormones radiating off every pore. The scent that was entirely Josh.

"I don't." You hummed, tightly raking your hand down his shaft, pulling on the flesh there, devouring his head completely as you listened to him moan a falsetto note of pleasure.

"That's it, my pretty little reprobate, take it all down..."

He filled your mouth entirely. So much that the hollows of your cheeks were filled, your saliva building behind his length. He exhaled deeply, holding himself in your mouth whilst whispering little incantations of arousal. Weaving spells of desire as he clutched at your tendrils, waiting for you to choke on his big fat cock before he released you.

He liked the way you fought for breath when he pulled back. Admiring your tenacity as you hyperventilated on his dick, keeping your hand at his base and his head at your lips. Exchanging a look of high regard, his beautiful face staring at you as if you were the most incredible of delights. He made being a sinner so heavenly.

"You like that?" You asked, fisting your saliva up and down his pulsing shaft.

He angled his hips, rutting them back into your mouth, making you take him with a little more applied force. Just enough to cause you to moan against him, vibrating hums making his entire body shudder with nerve endings alight. Oh, what a breath taking sight that was.

To see him ebb and flow at your whim. His blood pumping fiercely because of your touch. The way he couldn't stop himself from watching you down there. Captivated by the way you moved him in and out of your wet mouth, sloppy and unforgiving.

"Filthy, nasty little thing... You know I love it."

He flashed you that uncommon smile. The one that dug his little cheek dimple out and was entirely filled with mischief. Like a plan was formulating in that cavernous mind of his. Erotic, sinful and downright dirty little seeds of thoughts that you knew would bring him to a riotous end.

"You're plotting." You said, gagging on him as he rolled his hips against your face.

"Shut up." He whispered, seeing the ease with which he glided in and out now that he was fully lubricated. "Just let me fuck your mouth for a minute..."

His strokes weren't violent. But weren't entirely slow, either. The pace was even, his breaths in sync. You let him do the work, let your palms rest against his groin as he moved.

"You know I love that mouth but it talks too much." He mused, delicately thrusting against your clamped lips. "You know I'm the one who likes to do all the talking. All you have to do is let me fuck those pretty pink lips. And swallow down everything I have to give you. With an appetite like yours, that shouldn't be too hard...should it?"

You found yourself shaking your head. Taking his cock with each turn, your eyes silently pleading with him to let you speak. You wanted to facilitate his debauchery.

"No, not yet..." He soothed, pulling out his cock to lay the flat of his thumb down on your bottom lip, pulling it down to watch a river run down your chin. Saliva and pre-cum making a merry mixture to paint your face. "Sinners don't get to drink the wine, just yet."

A little giggle escaped. You pressed your nose into the soft flesh of his belly, jerking him off in your hand as you laid kisses across his soft flesh and pubic hair.

"Please Josh, I'm thirsty..." You begged, "Don't you want to fill me up?"

He ran a cautious hand down his face, through his facial hair and down his throat. Inhaling a deep breath, his stomach concaved as he considered your request.

"Get in front of the mirror for me." He instructed, "I want you to watch yourself eat."

On raw knees, you did your bidding. Regarding yourself. Dishevelled hair and mouth. Eyes streaming a little, cheeks flushed red and your breathing still a little erratic. You looked a mess. And he was not yet done with you.

He came and stood behind you. His cock planted firmly in his grasp. He was still half clothed, his jumpsuit languishing at his thighs. Sparkling in the dim light, you waited for his next move. Anticipation flooding every single facet of your body.

"Open."

Your jaw went slack. His hand travelled up from your collarbone, fingers exploring into your mouth, his index sitting snugly against your tongue.

"Suck."

You clamped your lips around the digit. Curling your tongue against it whilst your cheeks buffeted the suction. Keeping a watchful eye on his pumping fist. Breath laboured and his nostrils flared, he kept his gaze firmly on your moving lips.

"Look at you, on your knees for me."

He hooked his finger into the pillow of your cheek.

"Gluttonous little slut."

You watched him pull his finger out slowly, replacing the space in your mouth with his fully aching and engorged member. He shoved it into the inside of your cheek, letting it sit against the soft flesh and the side of your teeth.

"I don't think you'll ever be satisfied."

You sighed. Already close to satisfaction as Josh began to pump his fist up and down. Jerking himself off into the side of your mouth. Not where your taste buds could catch him. Not where your throat would take a beating. But where the soft pillowy flesh of your inner cheek would covet his leaking head.

"Oh, but you'll let me lay out a fucking banquet for you every single time. Won't you?"

His words were peppered with the jerks of his arm, his pace coming more swiftly now as his eyes glazed over with unfathomable arousal. You could feel him dripping into you. Ready to serve you.

"On your heels, my little gourmand..."

He pushed you down until your ass rested against the back of your feet. Pliantly and comfortably. Hands in your lap. Never taking your eyes away from his sublime form.

He grunted melodically as he pumped fiercely into your mouth, tongue out and ready to receive him. You'd done this a hundred times before. Let him work himself up into a frenzy as he spilled onto your face and let it drip into your waiting mouth.

He liked the showmanship of it. The way he sprayed over your closed eyelids, white on rosy cheeks. The way you licked your lips and your throat flexed as you swallowed his cum. You let him degrade you, humiliate you. All in the name of absolute pleasure.

"Here it comes." He warned, as he always did, the only grace he afford you as he spurted, "Oh, fuck... I love feeding you...there you go... all yours...lap it up."

Breathless and perfect, you let him shove his softening cock back inside your mouth as his cum dripped down your face. The most beautiful sin of all, his pride, intact and glowing as you wiped a drop from the corner of your mouth and let him watch you swallow it.

"Delicious."

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