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[jmkho]

Happy Birthday Boys!!!!

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

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[oliverreedmasterass]

GVF Masterclass Group Chat 

Words:

1.2k

Warnings:

language, crude topics, mentions of alcohol, Oliver Reed just kinda going off the tracks 

Synopsis:

A look at what the group chat between Cal A Bungah, Chip Bunker, Dr. JMK, and Oliver Fucking Reed probably looks like 

Notes:

@jmkho

​ has a god damn gift for writing Oliver Reed dialogue perfectly with the right british accent - thank you for helping out with this my dude 

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Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey we should make this 

FUCKING

WOT

WOT THE BLOODY ‘EL IS ‘AT 

THE Chip Bunker 

Can’t. I’ll be at the Masters, you know, winning

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Sorry you can’t have fun Chip

Dr. JMK, Ph.D 

I’ll join if all ingredients are GMO-free, gluten-free, nut-free, fat-free, sugar-free, and organic. 

My body is a temple and I must treat it with the utmost respect. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

It’ll be vegan 

Idk about the other stuff though

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’ll consider it. 

THE Chip Bunker 

I’m surprised ur branching out from margaritas cal 

FUCKING

BOooOZE 

DID THE BOY SAY FUCKIN’ BOOOZE 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Now you’ve got Oliver’s attention

FUCKING

EYE’ CANT FIND MY BLOODY TROUSERS 

SUM FUCKIN WANKA’ MUSTA’ STOLEN ‘EM 

THE Chip Bunker

Oliver what 

FUCKING

I TELL DIS BLOKE DOWN AT THE PUB THAT DEY ARE LEVIS

AN’ THE BASTARD TOOK ‘EM STRAIGHT OFF MY FUCKIN ARSE

THE BLOODY MAGICIAN

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Release yourself from the material world, brother. 

It binds you down and distracts yourself from the beauty of the natural world. 

FUCKING

THOSE WERE ME BEST FUCKIN TROUSERS

GONE WITH THE WIND DEY R’ 

JUST LIKE THAT BLOODY MOVIE 

WITH CLARK GABLE

A LEGENDARY GENT WHO KNOWS CLASS 

LIKE JIMI HENDRIX 

Cal A Bungah Bitches has muted FUCKING

THE Chip Bunker

thank u

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Seriously whose idea was it to give him a phone

He was better off with the carrier pigeon

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Birds should not be exploited for free labor. 

At least the phone isn’t conscious. 

Yet. 

THE Chip Bunker

scary thought

thx doctor

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Man has flown too close to the sun with modern technology. 

It’s only a matter of time before AI and robots and drones begin to inherit our humanness. 

We will be nothing in a silicon world. 

Just withered elements of the earth. 

 Cal A Bungah Bitches

I kinda like this one too 

THE Chip Bunker

oh jesus

you’re throwing me off my game 

I’m not gonna be able to focus on my swing

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Gotta work on my swing

Gotta do my own thing

THE Chip Bunker

did you just quote fucking high school musical 2 at me

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Banger 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Where is Oliver? 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Muted that shithead 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I will not accept that. 

Exclusion isolates the ego and convinces the inner self that they aren’t worthy. 

That’s a lot of damage. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Ugh. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches has unmuted FUCKING

FUCKING

AN’ THAT’S HOW JIMI FUCKIN HENDRIX BOUGHT AN OLD WANKA LIKE ME A GLASS OF JACK IN ‘67 WHILE EYE’ WAS ON A TWO MUNFF BENDA’ IN TIJUANA

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Welcome back, brother. 

We’re so pleased to have you here. 

You are worthy. 

FUCKING

WOT 

ME FUCKIN WOR’VY

HA

EYE’M WORVY OV’ FINDING MY FUUUUUCKING TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Maybe you’re wearing your pants Oliver

FUCKING

YER JOKIN 

AY 

WHAT KIND OV A… 

OV COURSE EYE’M NOT WEARIN MY FUCKIN TROUSERS

OTHERWISE I WUDDN’T BE SO FFFUCKING IRRITATED RIGHT NOW

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Worth a try 

THE Chip Bunker

thinking about buying these so I can bring my A game in style

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Wearing animal skin is not defined as style. 

I weep over what capitalism has done to the power of the mind. 

THE Chip Bunker

buzzkill 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey as long as the shoes match your belt, right chip? 

Wait that’s the rule right 

THE Chip Bunker

yup fashion 101

FUCKING

I LOST ME BELT TOO 

THE Chip Bunker

I’ll get u a new belt oliver 

with some of my winnings

after I win the Masters

FUCKING

AN’ THEN EYE’LL USE THAT BLEEDING BELT TO CRACK THE FUCKING SKULL OF THE TWAT WHO STOLE MY TROUSERS

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Do not let anger drive you, Oliver. 

It will hurt you more than the one you wish to hurt. 

Forgiveness is the chosen path to cleanse the soul.

FUCKING

GET ME A BELT WITH A BIG BASTARD OF A BUCKLE ON IT 

EYE’ WANT TO HEAR HIS HEAD BREAK

Cal A Bungah Bitches

How the hell are you not on a watchlist Oliver

FUCKING

EY BUT I AM 

EYE’M NOT ALLOWED IN THE STATE OF FLORIDA

THE 80S WERE A FUCKIN BLUR MY BOY

THE Chip Bunker

oh god 

FUCKING

ALL IN GOOD FUN THOUGH, ALL IN GOOD FUN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Florida of all places 

FUCKING

AH

WOULD’YA LOOK AT ‘AT

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

What? 

FUCKING

I FOUND ME TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Where were they??? 

THE Chip Bunker

$20 says he was wearing them the whole time

FUCKING

WRONG

MR. CAN GET A BALL IN A HOLE BUT CAN YOU GET YOUR HOLE IN A BALL

 THE Chip Bunker

the hell is that supposed to mean

Cal A Bungah Bitches

??? 

FUCKING

THEY WERE IN THE OVEN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

The oven???

FUCKING

EYE’ MUST AV’ LEFT THEM IN THERE 

GOTTEN WET OR SUMMIN

THEY NEEDED TO DRY 

AH FUCK 

I ONLY FUCKIN BAKED THEM

THE’YRE ALL CHARRED

THE Chip Bunker

you guys are distracting me 

I nearly missed check in for the Masters

which, you know, I’m gonna win 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Yes, Chip: envision success.

It will become your reality.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Take a shot everytime Dr. JMK says something annoying

Jk don't 

We’d all be dead 

FUCKING

WARM TROUSERS THESE ARE 

I’LL HAVE TO DO THAT MORE BLOODY OFTEN

ME CHEEKS ARE SIZZLING

THE Chip Bunker

sounds like the baking is already starting at oliver’s house

you better get over there Cal 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Omw now I need to see the baked pants

Wait are your pants vegan 

FUCKING

I WONT LET YOU EAT ‘EM

PRICK 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’m coming over too. 

I am yet to experience the wonders of baked pants. 

FUCKING

THEY SMELL LIKE GARLIC 

NOT SURE WHY 

I DONT LIKE GARLIC 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

But garlic is one of the wonders of the world.

Pair it with tomatoes and some basil and you’ve got a heavenly sauce. 

Did you know that if a tomato touches another tomato they are fucking. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

No don’t sexualize the fruit JMK

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Everything on this planet fucks. 

We are all aligned. 

FUCKING

NOW YER SPEAKIN’ ME FUCKIN LANGUAGE BOY 

NOTHIN BETTER ‘AN THE SWEET SWEET RELEASE

THE Chip Bunker

taking this gc off my phone

y’all are weird

I need to find more golf friends 

THE Chip Bunker has left the chat. 

FUCKING

SEX MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Oh shit

Chip actually left 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Sometimes it’s easier to run from the truth. 

He just needs his time to come around. 

FUCKING

EYE COME ‘ROUND ALL THE TIME

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Jesus christ 

What is wrong with you both

FUCKING

EYE’M OLIVER FFFUCKKKKKING REED BOY

WOTS WRONG WITH YEW 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We’re all sex-loving creatures of habit. 

The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can start to enjoy life. 

FUCKING

BAKE YER FUCKIN CAKE CAL 

AN’ THEN IM GONNA FUCK IT

SIT ON IT WITH ME WARM ARSE

Cal A Bungah Bitches

…

Cal A Bungah Bitches has left the chat. 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D has renamed the chat “Sex is Life”

FUCKING

AY 

SEX IS LIFE

YEW GET IT MATE

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We are so aligned right now.

[builtbykittie]

Patience, baby

j.m.k x f!reader

Summary: You get Josh worked up at a bar and make him wait till you get home.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, SUBBY JOSH, sexual pictures, SMUT, masturbating, edging (m rec), oral(m rec), unprotected sex, that's basically it

Words: 5,062

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"Good job baby," you whisper into Josh's ear, chills covering his body. "Thanks," he smiles, every tooth on display for you and the others who are losing to him to see.

"Oh come on! This is just luck!" Sam groans "he's never this good." Josh rolls his eyes at the statement "Maybe you're just bad at pool, Sammy boy."

"Don't get cocky, Joshua," Jake chides, holding his pool stick in the air. "You might lose your luck."

"It's not luck! You fuckers are just mad I'm winning!"

"Josh, are you forgetting you and Danny are winning? Don't take all the credit," you butt in, slinging your arm around Danny. "You're not even playing," Josh points, throwing back his drink.

"Poor Daniel doesn't deserve this treatment," you pat Danny's back before moving over to Josh, bringing your face close to his. You watch his chest rise and fall as you bring your lips close to his ear, just ghosting over the shell of it. "You're acting rather bratty, Josh."

He turns his head, your faces just mere inches apart. You scan over every inch of his face, his brows just barely furrowed and his cheeks turning a light shade of crimson. "What the fuck is this? Get a room, weirdos!" Sam fakes a gag, throwing the wrapper of a straw in the small space between you and Josh.

You simply look at Sam, sticking out your tongue at him before looking back at Josh. As you pull back, you ghost your lips over his jaw till they reach his ear "You're so cute when you're flustered."

Walking back to the booth, you watch Josh's expression grow sour, his cheeks even brighter than before. You and Josh had been hooking up for about three months now and the others were pretty quick to pick up on it, you'd originally denied every accusation but eventually, you both stopped caring.

"If you're gonna fuck my brother, fine. Just don't do it in front of us," Sam pokes, nearly shouting. "Jesus Sam, why don't you just get up there and announce to to the whole bar?" Josh gestures to the microphones placed neatly by a karaoke machine.

"You know what? Maybe I will, Josh. Thanks for the idea," Sam snickers, throwing another piece of trash in Josh's direction. "And I'm the bratty one?" Josh points to Sam, his brows knitted together in annoyance.

"He's just living up to the youngest child title," Danny quips, driving an elbow into Sam's side. "Yeah, and who's the oldest here, Josh?" You giggle, throwing back your own drink.

"What with the hate train today? I mean, seriously?" Josh throws his arms up, looking around in disbelief. "There's no hate train, Joshy. You're just dramatic," you tease, blowing a kiss his way and placing your hand over your heart in faux hurt as he pretends to dodge it.

"Is this not weird for you guys? Is it not strange to see them like that?" Sam points between you and Josh, obviously not used to seeing the two of you as anything other than best friends. "Aww Sam, you feel left out? You'll have your turn at some point, don't worry pretty boy," you jest, leaning forward and showing off an appropriate amount of cleavage.

As you look away from Sam, your eyes meet Josh's, the look painted across his face is something you can't describe as anything other than jealousy. You send him a wink in his direction, gesturing for him to come over to you.

His legs slowly carry him towards you, a serious look playing on his face. "Oh, Josh.. you're still all flustered," you smirk, reaching up to grab his hands as he stands in front of you. You kiss each of his fingers, tracing the veins with your thumbs before pulling him down to whisper in his ear "And I know you're all hard underneath those tight little pants of yours."

You hear his breath hitch in his throat, letting go of his hands to run your palms up his thighs. "Oh poor Josh. What do I do with you?" You coo, the very tips of your fingers ghosting over his growing bulge. He doesn't respond, the only sound coming from his mouth being a low hum.

"Mama.." Josh whines, standing up straight. "Whaat? You wanna go home?" Your hands reach his abdomen, smoothing out the fabric of his white shirt and fixing the length of his coat. You watch as his brows knit together even further, nodding gently.

"That's too bad, isn't it?" You mock the expression on Josh's face, dragging your fingers along the waist of his khakis. "Y/N, I know you wanna leave too."

"Hm mm. We can't leave, not yet," you lift his shirt slightly, ghosting your fingers over old hickeys you've previously left on his abdomen. "We'd need to call an Uber. And we haven't even eaten."

"Bathroom?" Josh moves hair away from your face, the tent in his pants growing larger by the second. "Nope. It's too dirty," you stand up "I'm sorry, love. I just enjoy seeing you so needy like this."

You kiss his warm cheek, dragging your hand along his torso as you walk away to meet with the others. "Hey, what time were we planning on leaving?" You run your hand up Sam's back, him being the designated driver for tonight.

"Oh uh, we were actually gonna eat then head out," Sam announces "if that's okay with you." You look back to Josh, sitting at the booth and hungrily watching you as he tries to adjust himself in his pants. "You know what, that's actually perfect!"

You ruffle Sam's hair before spinning on your heels, a devious grin pulling on your lips. "Hear that, Josh?" You approach him "You don't have to wait much longer."

He tries to hide the excitement on his face, but the way his eyes lit up and pupils dilated betrayed him. You place one hand on the back of the booth and the other on the table, leaning into him "We're leaving after we eat." You bring your face down to his neck, pressing an open mouth kiss to his jaw "Then your poor cock can get the attention it needs."

You move your hand from the booth to his thigh, the one on the table coming up to cup his face as you press your lips against his. Josh practically lunges forward, deepening the kiss and groaning into your mouth once your hand inches higher and higher up his thigh, squeezing the skin.

He tries to pull you closer, but you pull back completely, your fingers just barely ghosting over his impossibly hard cock "Joshua we're in public." Fortunately, everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to notice. "We're lucky your brothers didn't see. I can just hear Sam's fucking voice yelling at us in my head. 'get a room, weirdos!'," you imitate Sam's voice with a giggle.

Josh doesn't laugh or loosen up, still bright red and flustered. "You're real fun, you know that?" You lightly shove him before grabbing his arms and forcing him up. "Look who decided to join us!" Jake holds his glass up, playfully slapping his brother's arm.

"He's just mad our sweet Y/N here won't let him get lucky," Sam pokes, a shit-eating grin playing on his face. "Oh shut up Sam," you throw your arm up, a pink blush taking over the color of both yours and Josh's cheeks. "Are you guys gonna order food or what?" Josh waves around his arm dramatically.

"Already did," Danny smiles "We got everyone what they normally get. Calm down, diva." A smirk grows on your face and you turn to Josh, sending a soft jab into his side with your elbow. Finally, you get a small grin out of him "There's my favorite smile! I missed it." You come down to lay a peck against his dimple.

"Okay so.. we're riding with Sam? Aaand Danny's riding with Jakey?" You look at each of the boys before turning your attention to Sam. "Who's we?" Sam quirks a brow, and then not even a second after a look of realization washes over his face. "Oh no. No no no. I will not be driving while you two practically fuck in my backseat because you can't wait seven fucking minutes."

"Oh come on, Sam. You really are jealous huh?" You quip, ruffling his hair. "How about this. I'll sit in the front with you and Josh can sit in the back?" Sam's expression softens at your suggestion, but of course, he still puts on a fight "You guys have two different houses don't you? I don't see why I have to drive both of you."

"We're both going to my place. His car's there," you smugly smile, innocently tucking your hands behind your back like a little girl. "Fine." Your grin widens and you get a sinister idea "I gotta go to the bathroom I'll be right back."

You practically skip to the women's restroom and retrieve your phone from your pocket. Slipping into a stall, you open your camera app before pulling the top of your shirt down past your breasts. You'd put on your baby blue, see-through lingerie you knew Josh liked tonight, and you were going to make him suffer for as long as possible.

Fluffing up your hair, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and take a few pictures before adjusting your clothes and walking out to fix your appearance.

"There she is. We got the food," Josh smiles, calmer than before but the embarrassingly large tent in his pants proves he's no less aroused. "Good. I have a surprise for you later," you smirk, laying a hasty peck on his lips and walking to the booth.

Everyone takes their time eating, you and Josh, on the other hand, finish your food in an instant. You try not to show any sign of disparity, but the way you find yourself a little more excited to get home than you should quickly humble you.

"Jesus. What did you two do to be so hungry?" Danny chuckles through his words, looking between yours and Josh's trash. "I have an idea," Jake smirks, a smug look playing on his features as he drives an elbow into his twin's side.

"Oh shit," Sam interrupts Josh and Jake's bickering, looking down at his phone with furrowed brows. "Hey, I gotta leave like right now. I gotta wake up pretty early and I didn't even realize the time."

Your cheeks flush with a deep red tint, instantly turning your head to look at Josh and trying to hide the smile growing on your lips. "Well, I guess we're going too," you stand up, pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder with a smile.

"Bye, guys. Love you," you and Josh take turns giving Danny and Jake a hug before following suit after Sam.

"Can I at least get aux?" You catch up to Sam, taking his arm in your hands and shaking it. "Nope."

Sam opens the door for you before rounding the car to the driver's side "Your place?" You hum and nod your head, reaching over to turn up the jazz Sam had put on.

About a minute into the drive, you pull your phone from your purse and turn your brightness fully down, your cheeks burning up as you press on Josh's contact. Your hands tremble with anticipation, shaky hands opening your camera roll and sorting out the best picture to send him.

Finally, you decide on your favorite and start to type a message.

You: [1 attachment]

You: surprise ;)

In the rearview, you watch his phone illuminate his face with the notification, then his eyes widening as he opens the message.

Josh is typing...

You're met with nothing. You look back up to the rear view, his dark hungry eyes already fixated on you. Your eyes scan Josh's body as Sam yaps about something to do with the song playing.

"We're here," Sam wraps his arm around the back of the passenger seat. Your head shoots up to look out the window, being met with the familiar setting of your home "Thanks for the ride, Sammy. Love you!"

"Y/N what the fuck was that?" Josh practically stomps up to you. "I told you I had a surprise," you try not to giggle as you fish your keys from your purse, taking your sweet time to get the door open. Josh's hands find your waist, pressing his hard cock into your ass and burying his head into your hair "You're only making me suffer, mama, seriously."

"Oh, believe me, I pity you, love," you walk through the door and turn to face him "your poor cock. You were just so fucking hard back there." His hands sneak up to your waist, slamming the door behind him and pulling you into him. "But it's just so addicting to watch you all flustered and worked up."

"Fuck you're so hot," Josh tucks a loc of hair behind your ear as you let your bag drop to the floor. "Yeah? Did you like that picture I took for you?" You bring your hands up to his chest "You know I don't do that often."

Josh buries his face into your neck and hums against the soft skin. "Fuck you could be a movie star with a body like that," he speaks through wet kisses to your neck. "And in my favorite lingerie," his hands find their way to your ass, softly kneading the supple skin through your jeans.

As your lips hungrily find his, one of the hands on his chest sneaks down to rest on his impossibly hard bulge, a whine falling past his lips at the lightest touch. "C'mon, sit down baby," you pull back and grab his wrist, moving him to the couch and pushing him to sit down.

You drop to your knees in front of him, smoothing your hands over his legs "You need it so bad, don't you? How bad do you need it love?" A deep hum rumbles up from his chest and his legs involuntarily twitch. "So bad, mama. I need you so bad. Your fucking body. Need to feel you."

"Sweet boy," you smile and kiss his clothed knee. Slowly, your hands come up to toy with the button of his pants, Josh's head falling back slightly and his eyes squeezing shut in anticipation.

You've decided you let him wait long enough, wasting no time to unbutton and unzip his pants before slowly pulling them off his ankles. Taking your time, you press kisses to each knee, then draw a line of kisses up his thigh till you meet the hem of his boxers.

The sight is pitiful, his cock straining painfully against his boxers as he waits as patiently as he possibly can for you to touch him. "Pull them down. I wanna watch you do it," you speak lowly, looking up at him through your lashes.

In an instant, his trembling hands find the waistband of his boxers and hastily pull them down. The sight of his desperate cock springing free and softly slapping against his abdomen drives you mad, your heat undeniably soaked.

"Fuck," you mutter "touch yourself. Be gentle. slow." Your hungry eyes stay fixated on his cock, watching intently as he collects precum with his thumb and starts to stroke his length at a painfully slow pace. Resisting the incredible urge to touch yourself, you lift your hands to cup his hot face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"That's it, love. Just like that. I'm sorry you have to wait so long. You can touch me soon, just be patient, baby," your thumb continues to rub his burning cheek while your eyes stay focused on his cock.

"Okay. My turn," you move your hands from his face, dragging them down his torso till they finally reach where he needs your touch the most. Almost immediately, your hand grasps the base of his cock before you lean down to spit on his pretty pink tip.

You spread your saliva around his length with your palm, a low groan bubbling up from his chest followed by a breathy moan. You set a slightly faster pace, purely out of sympathy for the poor boy.

The faster you go, the more noises Josh struggles to contain, each one enabling you and flowing through your ears like music. Unable to wait any longer, you curl your lips around his angry tip, lapping your tongue over his slit.

"Fuck mama keep doing that, don't stop," Josh whines, throwing his head back and grasping at your couch cushion, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth. You start to slightly bob your head up & down, your tongue still taunting his cock.

You can tell he's near the edge, and you're not gonna let him cum just yet. You let go of him completely, a squeaky whine falling from his mouth at the loss of contact. "You can't cum. Not yet. C'mon, Let's go to my room."

Silently, Josh gets up and follows suit behind you, letting you lead the way to your bedroom. Slamming the door behind him, Josh instantly finds your lips, taking you into a lustful kiss as his hard cock presses against your thigh. You swallow thickly against Josh's mouth, the feeling of his cock against you making you wanna give in.

"Fuck Josh, you're making this really hard for me, y'know that?" Your hand comes up to tangle itself in the curls of the back of his head. "Is that a bad thing?" He hums against your skin, pulling you closer to him and pressing painfully against your inner thigh.

Finally, you manage to find the strength to pull back from his intoxicating lips "Get on the bed." Josh does just as you say, climbing onto your bed and resting back against the bedpost, his cock sitting up nice and pretty for you. Soon after him, you climb up on the front of your bed, crawling up to him and straddling his thighs.

You make sure to put on a show of taking your clothes off, a grin growing on Josh's lips as you slowly take off your top. He helps you with your jeans, throwing them to the floor and leaving you in just your bra and panties. "You're so gorgeous.." his hands rest on your waist, admiring how you look in the baby blue lingerie.

Your cheeks tint pink and you try to hide the smile playing on your features, you're always unable to stay serious around Josh. Wordlessly, you come down to meet his throbbing cock, wasting no time taking him into your mouth. "Shit," Josh whines, throwing his head back and squeezing your waist before letting go to grasp onto the bedding.

Josh is typically a giving lover, so times like this when you got to be in his spot, always got you excited.

Your hands come up to grasp his thighs, squeezing the flesh as you take him almost fully into your mouth. Trying your best to ignore the intense throb between your legs, you focus on what elicits the loudest whines or whimpers from him. You focus on getting him off as fast as possible.

His hips involuntarily buck up into your mouth, despite his desperate attempts to keep control. Fortunately, you knew his body well enough to know the things that drive him crazy. "Oh god, Y/N," the pads of Josh's fingertips bury into your scalp, trying as hard as he can to resist the urge to grab your head and push your mouth down along his length.

You let go of one of his thighs to toy with the base of his cock and you hear his breath hitch in the back of his throat. Your eyes flick up to his, if there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Josh loves eye contact. You keep your eyes on him, a smile growing on your face as you continue to stroke his length with your hand and bob your head up & down.

It doesn't take long before he's twitching in your mouth, loud strings of whimpers flying from his mouth each second. Once again, you pull yourself away from him completely. "Mama please," Josh breathes out, a thin layer of sweat causing his face to glisten in the dim room.

"Patience, baby."

You shift to be hovering over him, cupping his flushed red face and coming down to kiss his plush red lips. Josh wraps his arms around your waist, dragging his hands along the curve of your back and then up to bury into your hair, deepening the kiss.

A low groan bubbles up from deep within his chest as you start to grind against him, your barely clothed ass rubbing against his length.

"Mama.." he wines as your kisses travel down to his neck. You hum against the soft skin of his neck, wordlessly asking what he wants, even though you know full and well what he wants.

"Y/N, please- shit," Josh's hips buck up against your ass as you grind against him. You simply ignore him, continuing to kiss over his neck and collarbones.

Josh grabs your hips, a whimper falling past his lips as he thrusts up once again against your ass. "Josh," you whisper "hands off. Be a good boy." With a quiet whine, he lets go of you.

You move back to where you previously were, drawing a line of kisses down his body as you go. "Josh, can you do me a favor, love?" you kiss his tummy, completely avoiding his cock. Josh hums in response, his pretty brown eyes staring into yours. "Put your hands behind your back for me."

With a huff, he slides his hands underneath his back. "So good, baby," you taunt him, running your hands up and down his thighs as you suck new hickeys on his tummy. "Y/N..." He sighs, his hips slightly wiggling, his cock begging for release.

Finally, you give in, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping slowly. A squeaky noise flies past his lips, so sensitive from the intense anticipation. The pace of your hand speeds up, and you begin to swirl your hand around his length.

"Oh shit," Josh groans, his hips faltering as he tries to stop himself from bucking up into your hand. Slowing down the pace of your hand, you bring yourself down to lick a stripe up his length before taking him into your mouth.

Josh writhes beneath you, obviously uncomfortable with his hands behind his back "fuck." You hum against him, stroking him as you bring your head up and then back down. Josh chokes back squeaky breaths as you squeeze him, the velvety feeling of your tongue dragging along his length driving him crazy.

Your eyes flick up to his, a weak smile forming on his lips which is quickly covered up by his mouth falling open and brows knitting together once you take him fully in your mouth. Tears form in your eyes as you try to ignore your gag reflex, his cock twitching in your mouth serving as a sign that he's close. "Holy fucking-" Josh groans, throwing his head back and choking back whimpers.

Releasing him from your mouth with a pop, you speed up the pace of your hand, squeezing tighter and swirling your hand around him. "Come on, Josh. Don't hold back. Let me have it, baby," You come down to kitten lick his tip, something else you knew got him off quickly.

Josh's cock twitches in your hand one last time before ropes of ivory paint your face "Oh god- fuck." Your hand begins to slow down significantly, languidly swirling your hand around him to help him ride out the high. The next few moments are simply you and Josh sitting in silence, Josh's heavy breathing being the only noise in the room.

"Okay, you can take your hands out now. You're being so good for me," you kiss the raw bruises on his his tummy before sitting up.

"Watch me," you demand, wiping some of the slick off your face and bringing it to your lips, licking your fingers clean. Josh lets out a low groan at the sight, his eyes even darker than before. A giggle escapes your lips as you move yourself further up his body, now your cunt being just above his cock.

Looking deeply into his eyes, you bring your hand back up to your face and wipe off the rest of the ivory slick. With your other hand, you move your panties to the side.

You watch his eyes widen and pupils dilate as you bring your hand down to your heat. You're unable to hold back the weak moan that falls past your lips when you spread the slick through your folds and around your entrance. There's no denying that you were desperately aroused. You needed him just as bad as he did you.

"Oh- my god," you slip a finger inside your now lubricated entrance, pumping in & out a few times before hovering over his cock. You look into Josh's heavy eyes, grasping the base of his cock and flicking his sensitive tip over your clit.

His hands reach out to the clasp of your bra, but you slap his hand away before he can get it undone. "Hm mm," you shake your head "These are your favorite, right? You're gonna watch me. You're gonna watch me ride you and you can't take these off or look at anything but me. Got it?"

His cheeks flush a crimson shade and a large smirk plays on his lips, nodding gently. You smile and come down to kiss him just before you prepare to sink down onto him.

Grasping onto his shirt, you take a deep breath and line yourself up with his tip, slowly letting him fill you up completely. "Oh fuck," you whimper, your eyes instinctively clamped shut as you lift your hips up ever so slightly and bring them back down.

"Y/N.." Josh whimpers, his head thrown back "fuck you feel so good." You don't respond, he just feels so good. As you lift your hips and come back down you feel every inch of his cock, every detail and vein. It's sinful.

"Oh," Josh groans once your hips begin to roll. "Fuck you're so good for me," you moan, lifting your hips and rolling them as you come back down, clenching as hard as you can around his cock.

Something you love is how unafraid Josh is to put that incredible voice to use. If he feels good, he'll vocalize it. He was a little hesitant at first, but he quickly picked up on how hard you'd cum whenever he was whining in your ear.

You stretch your arms out behind you, leaning back and letting his thighs hold your weight as you ride him. "Holy shit," you whimper, your eyes shut so tight it's as if they're sewn together.

A hushed whimper of your name escapes Josh's mouth as you stop lifting yourself completely, simply just rolling your hips and clenching around him. "Oh- does it feel good, baby? Do you like that?" You breathe, hardly able to get the sentence out without a moan ripping through your chest.

"Mhm," Josh hums, instinctively grabbing your hips and resting his hands there, your pace starting to speed up significantly. "Oh fuck me," Josh groans, desperately fighting the way his eyes involuntarily start to shut.

"You're being so good, Josh. Keep your eyes on me, love," you moan out, starting to lift your hips the tiniest bit. You throw your head back and your jaw falls slack, Josh's body taking over every thought you once had.

You force your head back up to look at him, your faces mirroring each other's and you realize neither of you are gonna last much longer. Once again you start to lift your hips, your orgasm manifesting its way into your stomach, that coil of pleasure tightening.

"Fuck. Oh fuck-" Josh groans as your walls squeeze and quiver around him, reaching up to cup your face. You lean into his touch, letting him bring you down to touch foreheads with him.

You nod against his head, squeaky noises escaping both of your mouths as you breathe each other in, completely taken by the pleasure. "Holy fucking- shit Y/N," a squeaky whine slips out of Josh's lips, his hands moving to grab your ass.

"Y/N I'm gonna-" you cut him off with a kiss. "I know, me too baby me too," you moan into his mouth, squeezing down as hard as you can.

"Mama I'm there I'm gonna-" Josh fails to finish his sentence, breathy moans falling from his mouth accompanied by strings of profanities. "Give it to me, baby. C'mon," you moan, breathing in every single one of Josh's breaths.

With one final groan from Josh, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your insides, the feeling causing your head to spin.

"Fuck fuck fuck," you moan, your eyes clamping shut as your orgasm rushes through your body, that coil in your tummy finally snapping. White, burning hot pleasure travels through every vein in your body and completely takes over your thoughts and senses.

With a heaving chest, you open your eyes and lift your head ever so slightly to look at Josh. His eyes are still shut, his jaw still slack, and his pretty pink cheeks glistening with sweat. The sight is something you wish you could get tattooed in your brain, and you can't help but giggle.

"What?" A smile forms on his lips, finally opening his eyes one at a time. "Nothing. You just look so pretty," you smile, coming down to kiss his swollen red lips. "Yeah well soak it up because next time it's gonna be me on top of you." You giggle at his statement, sitting up and sucking in a hiss as he helps you off of him, juices running down your thigh and his cock.

"That just means you're gonna be in charge of the clean up next time."

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[holybananafuck]

Guidance/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 1692

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI kissing, touching, very light spanking(?), fingering, oral (m&f receiving), guided intercourse/orgasm, unprotected sex

LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING

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Sundays are for incense, hot tea and yoga. The sweet scent of Nag Champa fills the air around you, paired with the fruity scent of steeping oolong tea. Josh walks over towards the coffee table to place his mug down next to yours. He sits next to you and rubs your cheek with his hand before placing a gentle kiss to your lips, allowing the contact to linger. Once he pulls away, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back in.

“Just one more?” You ask, peppering kisses to his soft lips.

“Or a hundred.” Josh giggles between kisses. “A hundred works for me.”

He pulls away, stripping you of his addictive touch, earning a groan from both ends. If you could spend every waking moment feeling him, you would.

“Okay, mama, you ready to start?” He asks, gesturing towards the yoga mats he just finished laying down.

You nod yes, placing your hands on his thighs to push yourself up from the couch. As you begin to walk away, Josh’s hand makes hard contact with the swell of your ass. You let out a yelp and shoot your hand back to grab his, pulling him up from the couch and towards the mats with you. The yoga mats are facing one another so the two of you can watch each other. It’s a simple form of intimacy that you’ve grown to love. Watching as Josh’s curls bounce against his forehead with each movement, the pinkness of his cheeks forming each time he bends over. Whenever you sit knee to knee for meditation, you always peek your eyes open just to take in the great detail of his thoughtful face, committing every detail to memory. Josh watches you too, finding new minute details to love deeply.

“Okay, knees together. Bring your arms up together and inhale deeply. Feel the air fill your lungs and enter your veins.” Josh speaks low, dragging his fingers down your solar plexus.

You let out a hushed hiss at the contact. Sure the yoga was rewarding, but the real prize was the innocent and sensual touching during it all. The light drag of his fingers across your skin, or his hands helping to readjust you into the correct position. Without a doubt, yoga always made you horny, and he made sure to take care of that aspect afterwards each time.

“Bring your arms down slowly and exhale. Now, slowly move your legs shoulder width apart. Bend at the hips and meet the ground with your palms.”

Mmh, downward dog…

You peek your eyes open in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Josh’s perfectly round ass up in the air, but you’re met with an empty yoga mat before you.

“Where’d you go?” You question.

“Back here.” He answers, tapping your ass with his hands like a drum.

You look between your legs, met with Josh’s feet behind you.

“Whatcha doin’ back there, lover?”

“Taking in the view.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite this time of day.”

“Is that so?”

He answers by walking closer behind you, gently pressing his hard length against your backside. His fingers find their way running along your spine.

“Can’t do that to me…”

“Why not?” Josh chides, placing his hands on your hips.

“You’re a tease.”

“Just say the words, mama.” He slowly starts to rock his hips up and down, teasing his length against you.

“Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me.” You beg.

It never takes much convincing. If you’re down ten times a day, so is he, anytime you want it. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down around your ankles.

“Nothing underneath? Naughty girl.”

On his knees behind you, he wraps his forearms around the front of your thighs, hands resting close to your core, pressing the backs of your thighs into his shoulders. Josh digs his fingertips into the flesh of your inner thighs just enough you’re confident he’ll leave bruises for tomorrow. He wastes no time dragging his tongue through your folds, working himself across your aching clit. Hands still on the floor, you look through your legs to watch him the best you can. All you can see is Josh’s cock growing with impatience beneath his sweatpants. You move one hand from the ground in attempts to reach between your legs and grab him, but to no avail.

“You okay, baby?” He hums into you.

“Wanna feel you.”

“Like this?” Josh moves one hand away from your thighs to run his fingers through your slick.

He teases your entrance before dipping a finger in, curling it against your sweet spot.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.” He removes his finger and places his hands to your hips, pulling himself up off the ground.

“Can I love you now?” Josh asks, rubbing his hands in wide circles over your ass.

“Mhm, please?” The intoxicating feeling of his hands on you is almost enough for you to shut down.

He rids himself of his sweatpants, tossing them across the living room. He places one hand to your hip as the other guides his length between your velvety folds. He collects your slick on himself, teasing your clit with the tip before resting his length at your entrance.

“Breathe in through your nose, take what you need.”

You follow his instructions feeling the air fill your lungs, the sensation of his hands burning metaphorical impressions on your flesh.

“Gently take it in.” He slowly pushes himself into your throbbing core. “Feel me right there? Your sacral chakra?”

“Mmh, Josh.” You moan as his length stretches you, perfectly filling you up.

“Give me one of your wrists.” He demands.

You reach your left arm back, Josh removes his left hand from your waist and tightens it around your wrist.

“Other one, too, mama.”

You repeat your motions, allowing Josh to be in control. Each stroke leaves you yearning for more of him in any way you can have him. His grip around your wrists, the way he fits inside you perfectly, his thighs against yours. Through all the pleasure, the prolonged stretching of your thighs urges a whine of discomfort to escape your lips.

“Legs. Hurt.” You’re barely able to get the words out.

Josh releases your hands and pulls out of you. He places his arms around your body and brings the both of you down to the yoga mat. He lays back on the mat and pulls your hips back until his lips meet your center, your face above his groin. He dips his tongue inside of you, swirling it around to capture the taste of you entirely. Dragging your tongue across his sensitive tip, you ease him into your mouth, making up the difference with your palm. You move your flattened tongue up and down his shaft, cleaning yourself off of him. His tongue finds its way to your clit as he teasingly flicks it against you a few times. Bringing his hands up to spread your cheeks, he places two fingers inside of you, working them back and forth. Josh readjusts so your abdomen lays on his chest, core above his neck. Assuming it’s for the view, you make sure to hover.

“Sit.” He demands, pulling you onto his neck.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Not gonna hurt, trust me.”

“What do you want me to do?” You were genuinely asking.

“Sit and ride while my fingers fuck you.”

You lower yourself onto his throat, letting your clit rub against his Adam's apple. He moans in pleasure as your pussy chokes him. Your free hand reaches to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you fuck your mouth around his width, drool dripping down your chin and rolling between his thighs.

“Fuck, mama. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” He whispers.

The taste of precum welcomes itself to your lips. You remove your mouth from his cock and pull yourself away from his neck. It’s only a matter of seconds before you’re hovering over his cock, your slick covered thighs making their way around his hips. You lower yourself onto him, moaning as he uses you to pull himself up, grabbing you in a hug. His one arm snakes under your top, crossing over your torso. Josh cups your breast, rolling your tender nipple between his index and thumb. The other treads the geography of your body until his fingers find their way against your clit.

“Focus on how I make you feel.” Josh whispers into your ear, trailing wet, heated kisses across your neck and shoulder.

He begins applying slightly more pressure against your clit as he rolls his hips into you, pressing against your sweet spot. You start to tighten around his twitching cock, both on the verge of coming completely undone.

“Right there, baby. Fuck me just like that.” His hold on you grows stronger the closer he gets.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Come on, cum for me, mama.” Josh rests his head between your shoulder blades, gently biting into the flesh of your back.

You reach a hand back down to massage his balls again, hoping he’ll come with you. Once you feel the warm release of your soulmate spill out of his throbbing cock, you find yourself coming completely undone in everything relating to him. Taking in the way his warm seed fills you deeply, his tender touch to his favorite spots, the way the room lingers with the aroma of sexual intimacy. You barely lift yourself off of him, turning around to sit in his lap facing him. He wraps his arms around your torso and scoots the two of you back against the front of the couch. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, taking in his fucked out scent. Josh drags his fingers up and down your spine, resting his cheek against your head. Your fingers find their way tangled in the sweat-soaked curls resting at the nape of his neck, running them through the ends.

“Feel better?” Josh hums, his voice laced with lust.

“We should do this kind of yoga more often.”

“We can do that.”

[gretasfallingsky]

Joshua Michael Kiszka, everyone! 🤍

[jordie-gvf]

kodak camera, josh kiszka

summary : you and josh take some photos before he leaves for tour

word count : 1.7k+

warnings : smut, fluff, taking nudes with a disposable camera, drunk josh. warnings as far as smut go, oral m&f, facials m&f, piv

enjoy!

You had gotten Josh an old school disposable camera for Christmas. Josh's favorite thing to do was take candid pictures of you. 

After dinner a few nights ago, you two had met Jake and his girlfriend at a bar you visited frequently. Jake and Josh played pool while you and Haley sat in the booth talking. 

“You got Josh a disposable camera and he still hasn't taken any naked pictures of you two?” Haley asked.

You shook your head and sighed, “No, I haven't brought it up to him. I don't even know if he'd be into that.” 

She looked at you with a look on her face, as if to say, “Girl,” and said, “Y/N, Jake and I have, he has a picture of my bare boobs in his wallet. You need to tell him. I'm sure he'd be into it. He loves you and he loves your body, he literally worships the ground you walk on.” 

You smiled and laughed, “I love you Haley.” She smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Josh came over and said, “I got you another sun soaked cherry, I put it on my tab.” You hit him on the chest and grabbed your wallet, handing him a 20. He put your hand down and told you that you didn't have to pay him back, you slipped the 20 into his wallet when he turned away.

He and Jake had stopped playing pool, because Jake won. Josh walked over to the booth, pouting that he lost. Whenever Josh was drunk, he got very clingy. He laid his head on your chest and you rubbed the side of his head. He reached for your drink and took a sip, “That's disgusting, why is it so sweet? Why don't you drink salty dogs like your manly boyfriend?” and flexed. 

“Okay Hercules, I think it's time we get you home.” He stood up and held onto you. He reached into his pockets and grabbed your keys. You took the keys from his hand and made your way over to the car. You buckled him in and he started crying. “Josh?! Why are you crying?” you asked him. “Cause I just love you so much, I don't deserve you. I love you Mama.” he said and hugged you as best he could. You hugged him back and scratched the side of his head. You tried to pull away and he said, “Where are you going? Don't leave me.” You told him you weren't leaving, just that you had to get to the driver's side. He let you go and you walked over to the other door. You got in and he immediately grabbed your hand. 

He laced his fingers into yours and held your hand the entire way home. You had pulled into the driveway and went over to the passenger side. You unbuckled his seatbelt and said, “Come on big boy, let's go inside.” 

He walked as best he could into the house and you both went upstairs. You helped him get undressed and put his pajama pants on him. He opted for no shirt and you got dressed shortly after you helped him. You climbed into bed and he laid on you. He asked if you could play with his hair, the same way you did at the bar. You rubbed the side of his head until he fell asleep, you falling asleep soon after. 

Josh had woken up to the record player downstairs. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and saw a note with water and advil.

My Big Boy,

You're welcome for Advil, I'm downstairs making breakfast, I'll be waiting for you.

He made his way downstairs and your back was turned to him. He came over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. 

“Mmm, thank you Mama. Smells delicious.” he said.

“I made you tea, it's still hot.” You said and handed him the mug. He smiled and gave you a big kiss. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he asked. You smiled and said, “Yeah, last night you cried about it.” 

He looked at you and said, “Oh God, I don't remember anything.” 

You hugged his waist and he wrapped his arm around your back. “Well, Jake won at pool. You got very clingy, because you drank like 6 salty dogs. I rubbed the side of your head and you nearly fell asleep on me. You insulted my drink and called yourself manly. Cried in the car because you just love me so much, and then we came home and fell asleep.” 

He rolled his eyes and said, “Are you serious? I called myself manly?” You nodded and he kissed your head. “I think you better check the french toast,” he said. You reluctantly moved away from him and flipped the french toast. You grabbed the plates and he smacked your ass on the way past you, going to sit at the breakfast nook. 

You plated everything and sat down at the table with him. He leaned into you and said, “This looks delicious. Thank you Mama.” 

You finished eating and made your coffee. He sighed and said, “I'm gonna miss this next week. I don't want to leave.”

You looked over towards him from the coffee pot and said, “I don't want you to either. I'll miss you.” 

He got up and came over to where you were and hugged you from behind. “I'm gonna miss you so much, Mama” he said in your ear.

You cleaned up from breakfast and went over to Josh who was on the couch. “Can I talk to you about something?” you asked him.

His eyes went wide and he said, “You're not breaking up with me right?” 

You shook your head and repeatedly told him no. You sat down next to him and said, “You know how I got you the polaroid for Christmas? Well, Haley told me that she and Jake have pictures of each other so they can look at them while they're away from each other, I kinda thought it would be sweet if we did it too.” 

He stood up and said, “Okay, I'll go get it.” 

You grabbed his wrist and said, “Josh, not those kinds of pictures.” and looked down. 

He smirked and said, “Oh. Well then, let's get right to it.” picked you up and carried you upstairs.

You were laid out on the bed, completely bare, as Josh was kneeling in between your legs, taking pictures of your pussy. “Spread your pussy open for me, princess.” 

You did as he asked and heard the clicking sound of the camera. He moved up your body and then took a picture of your boobs. He reached his hand out to touch one, and took a picture.

He asked you to squeeze them together, click.

He pulled on your nipple ring, click.

He laid the camera down on the bed and took his pants off. “You ready, princess? Ready for me to take pictures of that pretty babydoll face?” he asked you. You nodded and he grabbed the camera, wanting to capture the moment he pushed into you. 

He spit on his hand and rubbed his cock. He put the camera in your face and as soon as he started fucking you, you heard multiple clicks. “I want to savor this moment, princess.” he said and took pictures of you. 

He snapped a few of his cock moving in and out of you. “Ah fuck yeah. I love this pussy.” he said and put one of your legs on his shoulders, trying to get as far in as he could. He handed you the camera and said, “Your turn. I know you want to get some of me.”

He pulled out and came on your stomach, click. 

He moved down your body and sucked your nipple into his mouth, click.

He pulled your nipple ring between his teeth, click.

He started eating you out and flashed his pretty brown eyes up at you, click.

He flipped the camera off, click.

He focused back on pleasing you. He stuck his tongue in between your pussy and looked at the camera, click.

He pulled away and smiled at you, his face wet with you, click.

He said to you, “You gonna cum babydoll? Cum all over my face.” and stuck his head back down. You came all over his face and he grabbed the camera and took a picture of himself. He handed you the camera and said, “I'll go get a towel.” You stopped him and said, “Who said we were done? Lay down.” 

He walked back over to the bed as you moved to sit on his legs. He grabbed the camera, ready to take your picture. You looked in the camera as you lowered your head towards his cock. You stuck your tongue out and gave little licks to his tip, click.

You went all the way down, nose touching his pelvis, click.

You looked up at him before moving, click.

You started bobbing your head around him, he put his hand on the back of your head, click.

“I ain't gonna last much longer, Mama.” he said. You moved your head faster, choking around him. “Choke on my cock, baby.” he said to you.

You knew he was about to cum when he grabbed your head to move you off his cock. He stroked himself before cumming all over your face. He told you to stop right there as he took pictures of your face. 

He handed you the camera and walked to go get that towel. You took a picture of his little butt as he walked away. You went to take another one, but the camera stopped clicking. Finished.

He walked back over and said, “Any more in there?” You shook your head and told him, “wasted the last one on your ass.” and laughed. “Damn, 36 pictures of us are in there. How are we going to get these developed? You know how many dirty looks we're probably gonna get?” 

“Fuck it, I’ll have a picture of my boyfriends ass with me forever.” you said.

“And I'll have a picture of your tit in my hand with me forever"

[ofthecaravel]

Masterclass and Masterclass Junior

An extra extra fun commission for the excellent @dannyandthekiszkas, thank you thank you for the chance to draw all these weirdos!

Want some fleeties of your own? Consider getting a commission from my Kofi!

[wildbluesorbit]

I need the boys to be interviewed on hot ones… but in their masterclass personas.

[sparrowofrhiannon]

I’m in the hospital rn and I would saw off my limbs for a Josh hug. Can you imagine him rushing to the er and holding you. Holding your hand when you get an IV, falling asleep on your stomach cause he’s too scared to stay two inches away? Him remembering your meds and listing the rest when you forget?? :(

Oh, and he’d definitely be wearing that white sweater.

[anthemofgvf]

thinking about dr. jmk on this special sunday afternoon

[jmkho]

So inspirational

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

damn so when dr. jmk was going on about how everyone fucks josh was giving up the ghost and we never knew

[oliverreedmasterass]

With the revival of Chip Bunker, I was inspired to rewatch their masterclass videos and…man it’s so funny to me that Danny, Josh, and Jake are putting everything they’ve got into playing their characters, but with Cal A. Bungah I’m like “no that’s just Sam.”

[cobgvf]

Virtuous. - JMK

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

18+ only warning, minors please dni!

warnings: detailed sexual content, fingering, oral fem/masc receiving, dirty talk, penetrative sex, orgasm denial??

authors note: i dedicate this to pepe paspele book club :) follow me on twt! @/rhinestonediary

Knock knock knock.

Your head shot up off the pillow it had been resting on and a smile pulled its way across your lips. With a single glance at the clock, confirming the time to be 1:05pm on the dot, you swung your legs off the hotel bed and deposited your laptop to the nightstand beside it. You pad your way quickly, but quietly to the door, checking through the peephole to make sure the guest on the other side was who you were expecting. “You gonna make me wait out here all day?”

In one swift motion, you unlocked the door, swung it open, and pulled your guest into the room. The door closed quietly on its hinge, and you turned the lock again before spinning to look him in the eyes. “You know, you’re very impatient.” You managed to get out before his hands were on you, pulling your body into his.

His arms wrapped their way around your body, his hands splaying out on your back, and his lips found yours easily. “I have every right to be impatient,” he hums into your ear, “Haven’t had alone time with you all week.”

He was right. This week had been hectic for the both of you. For him it was bouncing around from interview to soundcheck to live performance, and for you it was choreographing the crazy and messy dance it took for him to be able to do all those things. It was the job you both signed up for, but you never knew how complicated that dance would become once you both found feelings for each other.

It started very innocently, just a few winks or touches on the arm. He would flash the prettiest smiles from across the room and order drinks for you whenever you’d go out to bars after his shows. But all it took was for him to make the first move in a hotel elevator. A little kiss turned into a wild affair, one that required sneaking in and out of each other’s rooms and stealing kisses behind clothes racks. You’d hoped that one day you could work up the courage to hold his hand in public, but for now you’d settle for holding his body behind closed doors. He is your employer, after all.

“Josh...” You hummed as his lips made expert work of your neck, your back still pressed to the locked door. “Will we ever make it to the bed?”

You felt his lips curls against your skin, and he let out a chuckle. “I don’t know, I think I could take you right here and be perfectly satisfied with it.”

But instead of having his way with you against the door, he scooped you up and carried you over to the queen bed in the middle of the room. He deposited you onto the firm mattress in a fit of giggles, both of you having to collect yourselves back into the moment as he crawled up and held himself between your parted legs. Your hands met his cheeks as you pulled his face closer to yours, connecting your lips in one of those passionate kisses you had been missing all week.

His lips moved expertly with yours, his teeth grappling at your bottom lip before he slipped his tongue into your mouth like it was meant to be there. Your hands made quick work of removing his shirt, tossing it onto the floor without much care. Without hesitation, your shirt was following his to the floor, leaving Josh’s hands to roam your now bare torso. You rolled your hips up into his, eliciting a grown from him. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.” He mutters against your cheek. “Watching you flit about in those tight pants, one of my shirts.”

His hips are pressed firmly against your pelvis, the cold button of his jeans a stark contrast from the heat of your stomach.

You nipped at the skin along his jaw, humming along with his words. “I’ve been thinking about you too… All those little jumpsuits you get to wear on stage,” You can’t help yourself but giggle when your hands find his ass and give it the gentlest of squeezes. “And all those growls you give to the audience, couldn’t help but think about the ones you give to me.”

“Yea?” He shifted to press his lips to yours again in an open mouth kiss and let out a low growl into your mouth.

Your hips bucked up into his, but his hands found him and forced them back onto the bed. “So needy for me, mama. Want you so bad too, but I’m gonna take my time today.” You groaned into his mouth, your head rolling back against the headboard.

“C’mon, Josh…” You tangled your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. “That’s awfully rich for someone that was ready to fuck me against the door a minute ago.”

He rolled his eyes and slapped your thigh. “Watch it, little girl.”

Using his thumb and forefinger, he held your chin before pressing his lips to yours again, working slowly this time. He already knew every part of your body, he was almost an expert on it at this point. But he still took his time, exploring your mouth with his tongue and massaging your hip with his hand. Buzzing on the bedside table took you out of your Josh-made trance.

“Mmph- Josh…” You broke your connection, “Phone.”

He pulled you back, holding your face in his hand. “Ignore it.” Was all he managed before reconnecting your lips.

You fell back into a rhythm as the buzzing finally ceased, but all was lost yet again when the hum started up again. You slipped your hand off his shoulder and reached for your phone, picking up to see Jake’s name and contact picture on the display. “It’s Jake,” you said against Josh’s lips.

He snagged the phone from your hand, shoving it into his back pocket. “He can wait.” He said with force.

His lips attached to your neck again, sucking little red marks in succession. “What if it’s important? Something could be wrong.”

“He’s a big boy, he can figure it out.”

“What if he can’t, Josh. He’s kind of my boss too.”

“Not right now he’s not.” He muttered with another sharp slap to your thigh.

You whined, inhaling sharply as his teeth bit down on the sensitive spot just below your ear. The buzzing had ceased again, but only for a second before it sprung back to life. You slipped your hands down Josh’s toned back, slid the phone from his pocket, and answered the call. “This is y/n.”

Josh sat back on his knees, his eyes blown out in lust and frustration. Jake’s voice was wild on the line, rambling on about something you could barely understand. “Jake slow down-“ you sat up straight, a hand on Josh’s chest. “I told you something was wrong.” You mouthed to the man in front of you.

“I will give you a raise if you hang up right now.” Josh said lowly, his jaw set in a tight clench.

You raised your eyebrow before rolling your eyes at him and pushing him back so you could get off the bed. “Yea, I’ll be there in a few, I’m at the hotel right now. Just tell them I’ll be there soon.” The call disconnected and you shoved your phone into your back pocket.

“Are you fucking serious right now.” He said louder this time.

“Josh, I am on the clock.” You said back, slipping your shirt back on.

“I don’t really give a flying fuck, if I’m being honest.”

“You’re only mad because it’s your brother. If you needed help you would want me to leave right now.” You started fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror.

“Well, I do need your help, actually.” He said, gesturing to the bulge that had made itself extremely visible in his pants.

“Honey, you’re a big boy, you can figure it out.” You gave him a soft smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry, I really want this too, but I have to do my job. Lots of people rely on me and I can’t exactly use you as an excuse.”

He flopped back onto the bed with a pout like he was throwing a mock tantrum. “Why not? I think I’m a pretty good excuse, no?”

“You want me to tell everyone I can’t do my job because I’m too busy screwing the lead singer?” You chuckled a bit, patting his thigh while you slipped on your shoes. “I don’t think that would bode very well for me.”

“Hmph.” Was all he responded with, wrapping himself up in the jumbled duvet.

You finished getting ready, giving him a quick kiss before scooting out the door and heading to the venue to put out whatever fire had been created.

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“The fire” created was ultimately just a miscommunication, all leveled out in about an hour. These boys would truly be lost without you. Still though, there was not nearly enough time to go back to the hotel to meet Josh. You went on about your workday instead, jumping from place to place to make sure everything was running smoothly.

You found yourself in conversation with Jake and one of the sound designers, Jake was yet again worried about something that would probably end up being fine. You found it almost endearing how much he cared about his shows and the experiences of his fans. He put so much thought into his performances. “We can soundcheck everything, make sure you can hear it from the nosebleeds.” The sound designer confirmed, “We’ve never had a problem with performance quality.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine.” you gave both of them a small smile, turning your attention to Jake, “You’ve played more complicated venues, I don’t foresee there being an issue.”

You felt a firm hand on your shoulder, and you turned to see Josh with that same look of frustration etched into his features. “Hey y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Need to talk about that raise.” He said succinctly, whisking you away quickly.

“Raise? We’re giving her a raise?” Jake called after the both of you, but neither of you stopped to indulge him.

You followed behind Josh, giggling quietly as you tried to keep up with his long strides. He pulled you into the makeshift dressing room that the venue staff had set up for him, making sure to turn the lock behind you. “No interruptions this time.” He said as he flashed his million-dollar smile, hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

He pressed his lips to yours and swung you around to the beat-up couch in the middle of the room, both of you giggling against each other’s mouths as he deposited you gently onto one of the cushions. He left strings of kisses down your neck, sucking, and biting at the skin while you laced your fingers through his tangled curls. “It’s no fancy hotel bed,” He started, the corners of his mouth curling in a little smile, “But it’ll do, darlin’!”

You lifted your hips up as he fumbled with the button on your pants, letting him tug them down and toss them off to the side. “Hmm, been walking around with all that patience between your legs, my love.” He placed a knuckle over your clothed clit, the damp fabric sending a shiver up your spine. “Too bad I’m not quite patient anymore.”

The contrast in his voice from just a few seconds ago made your hair stand on end. “Josh,” you hummed, your nails scratching at the nape of his neck as he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth.

His fingers looped into the sides of your panties, sliding them down your legs as he lowered himself onto his knees. You felt your stomach start its familiar stir and the burn of your skin underneath the pads of his fingers. He pressed a firm kiss to your thigh, and you bucked your hips up in reaction. You half expected him to make a comment about you being needy but if he was being honest, he was also pretty needy.

He wasted no more time, pressing another firm kiss to your clit, sucking gently, and causing you to roll your head back against the couch. He flattened his tongue against you, rolling it expertly before dipping the tip inside you. You let out a moan, your nails scratching at his scalp through his mop of curls.

He grunted softly, his hand making its way up to your face. “Quiet.” Was all he managed to get out as he slipped his thumb between your lips.

Your mouth hung open with the weight of his hand, but you soon found yourself biting down on his thumb as he rolled his nose against your swollen bundle of nerves. You could feel him smile against you, working his mouth around you like you were his last meal. Your body burned with pleasure and all your nerves felt like they were on fire with his touch, like you could feel him all over.

He hoisted your left leg up onto his shoulder to give himself better access. He slipped a finger inside you, curling it deliciously against the sensitive spot that you were sure had his name engraved into it. He hummed against you as your lips wrapped around his thumb, causing your hips to buck up into his face. “Must’ve really needed me, already so close... Why don’t you come for me, sweetie? Come on...”

Josh’s words smacked against you like a truck, leaving you gasping as he worked another finger into you. He was crossing them and twisting them in the ways he knew drove you mad and he was loving every second of it. His tongue spun tight circles around your swollen clit while his fingers danced inside you. The tightness in the pit of your stomach grew as he fucked his fingers into you. You were writhing underneath his touch, chasing that high that he was always able to pull out of you.

He sucked your bud into his mouth, his tongue working over it expertly while he simultaneously curled his fingers inside you. Your vision went white with pleasure as you finally reached your climax, your head fell back onto the couch again. He held a hand over your mouth, keeping the profanities that tumbled out of your mouth muted while he helped you down off your high.

He lapped you up, leaving you sensitive and whining as he pulled his fingers from you. He brought his fingers to his lips, selfishly enjoying the taste of your orgasm before crawling up and pressing his lips to yours once again. “Taste so good,” he mumbled against your lips, sloppily moving them with yours.

You held him like that for a minute, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs around his hips, his mouth on yours in a frenzy. You could feel him pressed to your core, only separated by the roughness of his jeans. “What about that raise?” You giggled against the corner of his mouth, sliding your hands down to unbutton his jeans.

“Oh, I’ll give you a raise,” His voice was low, near growl, and it lit another burning fire in the pit of your stomach.

Knock knock.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He groaned as the doorknob jiggled.

“Josh! You’re needed for soundcheck!” Someone called through the door.

“I’m a little busy right now,” he answered back, not pausing to hear the answer as he shoved his pants to the ground. “Don’t have much time, m’love.” He slurred out.

You resumed his position on the floor in front of him, licking your lips. “I’ll make it quick.” You shot him a smile, watching intently as he pulled his length from his boxers.

You had seen him dozens of times before, but something about seeing all of him turned your stomach into a frenzy. You pressed your thighs together, leaning forward into him. “Be good for me, yea? Been needing this.” He grumbled as his fingers tangled themselves into your hair.

You took his cock into your hand, licking a solid stripe up the underside and taking the tip into your mouth. Josh’s hips twitched with the feeling, and he hissed out your name in response. You wasted no time taking him the rest of the way into your mouth, nuzzling your nose into the patch of hair at the base of his stomach. You felt him scratch at the back of your throat and swallowed him down, before slowly pulling back off him.

You watched as Josh’s head fell back, his mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape as you slid your mouth back down around him. Josh pulled your hair from your face, watching you take his cock into your mouth from behind hooded eyes. The pads of his fingers rubbed out your scalp, like he was rewarding you for sucking him off. “S’pretty with my cock in your mouth, mama.” You hummed around him in response.

He started guiding your head, moving you where he wanted you. “You like when I use your mouth, darlin’? Like when I fuck your mouth, hm?” The rasp in his voice almost made your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.

You could feel the slick between your thighs, and you ached to touch yourself. Josh always knew the right things to say to you to get you going, and his fucked-out tone never helped the situation.

Josh’s pace quickened, his hips bucking up off the couch on impulse. Soft grunts married with your quiet whines and gags in the heavy air of the dressing room.

Bang bang bang.

You both jumped, Josh’s head snapping to look at the still closed door. You moved to sit back but he tsked and kept your mouth on him, motioning for you to continue. “Josh get your ass out here now.” Jake called through the door.

You could tell he was pissed from his tone, why did that excite you even more? You swirled your tongue around Josh’s length, hollowing your cheeks out. You watched his face contort beautifully through your eyelashes, it brought a smile to your face. Josh cleared his throat, “In the middle of something!”

“Yea well you’re about to get in the middle of my fist and the wall if you don’t open this fucking door.” Jake was banging on the door again at an unrelenting pace.

“God, fuck! Fuck, okay! Okay!” Josh let go of your hair, smoothing it as you pulled off him.

He stood from the couch quickly, adjusting himself in his boxers before pulling his pants back on, all the while slurring out profanities. You collected your clothes from the floor in a hurry, only stopping when Josh grabbed your wrist. He tugged the panties from your hands, sliding them into his back pocket. “I’m not done with you.” He said it like a promise, leaning in to press his lips to yours messily.

You both made eye contact, taking in each other’s appearances. Josh was in no shape to deny what had been keeping him in this room. His pupils were blown out, his lips swollen, and his hair was in more of a disarray than it normally was. Not to mention, the outline of his dick in his jeans looked downright painful, if you were being honest. You probably looked about the same. “Uh, go hide behind the door. Come out in a few minutes yea?”

You nodded, fastening your pants around your waist, and scurrying over to the door as quietly as possible. You found a hiding spot behind the door, tucked back in the corner. “Josh!” Jake called again, louder this time.

Josh unlocked and ripped the door open, confronting his twin. “Christ! Can I not get just a minute of alone time around here?”

“Not when we have shit to do, worms for brains.” Jake muttered back, shoving his forearm into Josh’s chest. “You look like shit, by the way.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Josh closed the door as he left the room. You could hear them bickering as they stomped off away from the door. You took your time fixing your appearance, hoping that if anyone was around to see Josh leave the room that they had dispersed by now. Eventually you worked up the courage to crack the door open, squeezing your way out and getting back to work.

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“Shots!” Sam cheered, pouring a bottle of tequila sloppily over a platter of shot glasses.

“You know it would help if you hit the glass, right?” Josh taunted, snatching the now almost empty bottle from Sam’s hands, and bringing it to his lips.

The show was phenomenal, as always, and now you found yourself sitting in the back of a run-down pub. It was Sam’s idea, he invited you personally. And of course, how could you say no to those puppy dog eyes?

You eyed the boys intently, observing how they interacted with each other. They always had so much fun after shows, it was when they seemed to be happiest. As you watched them laugh and joke, you became very aware of the lack of barrier between you and your pants. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, letting your mind wander to your time with Josh in that dingy dressing room. Everyone knew that Josh just has a way with words, but you knew just how good he was at using them.

You watched as Josh polished off the rest of the bottle and pulled a pre-rolled joint from behind his ear. He brought it to his lips, lit it, and grabbed a shot glass from the wobbly table before making his way to you. “For you,” he said, holding the joint between his lips.

You couldn’t help but stare at his parted lips, watching smoke dance from between them. His cheeks were flushed pink from the alcohol, and he still had a sheen of sweat covering his face and neck. “Earth to y/n?” You snapped your eyes up to his, heat rising to your cheeks. “For you.” He repeated, nodding his head to his outstretched hand.

You took the shot glass from his slender fingers, your stomach flipping when the brief contact your forefinger had with his pinky. “Sorry. Lost in thought I guess.” You tapped the butt of the glass on the table next to you before tossing the liquid back into your throat.

You brought your head back upright, almost falling out of the rickety bar stool when your eyes met Josh’s. His face was millimeters away from yours, the tip of his nose brushing yours. His eyes were almost black, pupils blow out in what you could only assume was lust. He brought his left hand to his lips while his right hand rested itself comfortably on your thigh. He pulled a drag from the joint before moving it and placing it between your conveniently parted lips. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“Josh,” you said just above a whisper.

“Thinking about me? Aw isn’t that sweet of you.” His lips curled up into a deviant smile. “Awful funny, considering I’m thinking about you too.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when he pressed himself into your knee. He was still impossibly hard, his bulge only hidden by the shadows casted by the thankfully dim bar lights. The pad of his thumb pulled on your bottom lip before he took the joint from your lips. “Not finished with you.” He reminded, hooking a finger into your belt look and pulling you closer to him. “Don’t think I’ll be finished with you for a while, actually.”

He stubbed the joint out in the ashtray on the table, keeping his eye contact with you. Without another word, he tucked your hair behind your ear and slid the joint into position there. His fingers trailed down the side of your face, meeting your chin, and putting just enough pressure to turn your head to the side.

You watched the last few drunk patrons meander around the bar, a couple guys arguing over a billiard table. But before long, you realized what Josh was trying to show to you. The bright blue neon sign that said Restroom. “5 minutes.” Was all he said before he retreated back to his brothers who didn’t even seem to notice he was gone.

You slid your way off the bar stool carefully, trying to regain an ounce of composure so you could make your way to the back corner of the bar before your knees gave out completely. You felt drunk. Drunk on Josh maybe, but still drunk, nonetheless. You had just made it to the bathroom door when you felt Josh’s hand on your arm. He pushed the door open quickly and pushed you inside. “That wasn’t 5 minutes.” You teased as he clicked the lock in place.

“Oh, do forgive me for being impatient.” He muttered, grabbing your face, and pressing his lips to yours with force.

His hands were on your waist, making quick work of your shirt, pulling it up and off and tossing it on top of the small cabinet in the corner. He didn’t even bother taking your bra off, simply sliding the straps off and pulling the cups down so it sat around your midsection. You opened your mouth to protest but were quickly silenced when his tongue found your right nipple and his hand found your left. He pulled back with a gratifying pop sound and kissed his way up your chest. “I don’t want a word out of you.” He spoke in a low voice, his tone making your legs shake.

He popped the button on your pants, using the back of his hand to smack your stomach. “Off.” He said, working on getting his own jeans off his legs.

You kicked your pants off, not overly worried about where in the tiny bathroom they ended up. He gripped your upper arm, spinning you so your back was pressed tightly to his front. You felt like you were melting into his touch as he left sloppy and wet kisses down your neck and shoulder. His free arm slid around your waist, effectively folding you in half with his body. One of your hands held onto the sink basin, the other found Josh’s hip behind you, your nails scratching at his skin. “C’mon...” You whined out, pushing your hips back onto him.

His hand found your throat, squeezing and pulling your head back. “What did I just fucking say? Not a word from you.” He repeated, punctuating himself with a harsh slap to your bare ass.

He moved away from your body, leaving you cold against the cold porcelain of the skin basin. You turned to look at him, watching as he produced your panties from earlier from the back pocket of his tattered jeans. He resumed his place behind you, his hand finding its way to your jaw. “Open.” He growled.

You hung your jaw open, gagging quietly as he stuffed the material into your mouth. “Be quiet.” He kicked your legs apart with his feet, collecting your slick with his fingers. “You are always so wet for me, pretty. Ready for my cock whenever I want you.”

He replaced his fingers with the head of his dick, teasing your entrance before slipping into you with ease. Josh’s hips pressed firmly against your ass, the tip of his length pressing deliciously on your cervix. You both let out muffled groans, your halted by the fabric shoved into your mouth, his by his own locked jaw.  The walls to this bathroom were probably pretty thin. It wouldn’t take much for someone to figure out what was going on behind the locked door.

He pressed a hand to the small of your back, the other gripping onto your hip as he began rocking his hips into you. You were gripping the sink so hard that your knuckles had turned white. He began a relentless pace, slowly dragging out of you before snapping his hips back against you. “So fucking good to me, baby. Treat me so good, you should win an award for it.”

Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your mouth hung open in ecstasy. You felt your legs begin to shake, but Josh’s arm scooped its way around you, holding you up as he fucked into you. You knew neither of you were going to last long after the day that you had both had, but between Josh’s quick and purposeful thrusts and the pressure his arm was putting on your lower stomach, you found yourself clenching down around him in your second orgasm of the day.

He let out a particularly guttural groan, his hips shaking with his thrusts. “Fuck,” He pulled your hips back into him, “Give me another one, doll. I know you can.”

You whined, rolling your head down as the sound of his hips smacking yours and his muted grunts filled the small room. He collected your hair into his hand, pulling your head back up. “Look at yourself.” He growled low, making eye contact with you in the mirror. “Look at how pretty you are taking my cock, darlin’.” He dropped your hair, reaching around to pull your panties from your mouth. “Fuck it, let me hear those pretty little sounds you make for me. Let everyone hear ‘em.”

You watched him in their mirror, admiring the way sweat dripped onto your back from his curls and how his jaw was slack open as he fucked you into the sink. His name tumbled repeatedly from your lips as he prodded that sensitive spot he claimed inside you. “Tell ‘em who’s making you feel good.” He slurred out, his hand finding claim around your neck. “Mm- Close, baby…”

Your fingers worked their way to your clit, making frenzied circles as you chased your next high. You locked eyes with Josh in the mirror and that was all it took to send both of you over that edge. Both of you coming in a burning daze of profanities.

Josh’s hips jolted against yours as he came inside you, leaving his mark on you in a way only you two would know. His movements slowed to a shaky rhythm before he stopped completely. Holding himself inside of you while you both tried to catch your breath. Josh wrapped his arms around you firmly, pulling you up so your back was against his chest again. He left wet kisses across your sweaty skin, holding you like you would slip away if he so much as let you go.

You both came back down to the present, eventually unwrapping yourselves from each other and cleaning yourselves up with the limited supplies in the tiny bathroom. Josh redressed himself before helping you back into your own clothes which you were grateful for considering you were sure your legs could withstand your weight alone.

“Do you want to go out first or me?” You asked, fixing his unruly mop of curls.

“Hm we can go out together, I think. No way anyone still here is sober enough to remember us in the morning.” He smiled his big toothy smile that you loved so much.

He pressed one more long kiss to your lips, soaking you in. He pulled away, tucking your hair behind your ear, and snagging the previously forgotten joint to put back between his lips. He swung the door open and ushered you out, following closely behind you as you made your way back to his brothers.

“Oh, there you are!” Jake exclaimed, clearly drunk off his ass. “You guys figure out that raise?”

[holybananafuck]

Snowed in & Undone/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 4515

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, a teensie bit of yelling, being trapped(snowed in), soft josh, oral sex (m&f receiving), gagging, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding (lmk if anything’s missed!)

A/N: ‘U.P.’ is the Upper Peninsula in Michigan!

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Your mom is best friends with Karen Kiszka. This caused you to practically grow up with the Kiszka siblings, having weekly Sunday dinner with them after church for years. She had always hoped that you would “fall in love with the curly haired one” and insists that “he’s a nice boy, you’re just being stubborn.” But you couldn’t stand “the curly haired one,” Josh. He’s loud, obnoxious, very full of himself and worst of all a former theater kid. After graduation you had really hoped your mom would drop it. You liked Jake, Veronica and Sam, hell, even Sam’s best friend, Danny, was better to hang out with than Josh. You have made a conscious effort to avoid Josh since graduation, even taking a gap year in the off chance he would go to any real college instead of whatever the hell he was doing. You felt guilty for not liking him, but you had your reasons even if nobody else understood.

“Honey! The boys are going up to the U.P. this weekend for some skiing thing, Mrs. Kiszka said Ronnie’s sick and can’t go. She wants to know if you’ll go so she can change reservations, the pass is already paid for!” You hear your mom shout down the hallway into your room.

You have gone 6 months without seeing Josh, why the fuck would you WILLINGLY do it now? It was tempting though. A weekend getaway with the hot one, Jake? Naturally at the expense of the same weekend being spent with his weird twin brother, the thought of a weekend stowed away with Jake kept you thinking. You’ve always had a thing for Jake, ever since he sat behind you in preschool and complimented the red bow in your hair. He was a heartthrob in highschool, but somehow remained single the whole time. He plays guitar, he’s funny, he’s damn good looking and definitely out of your league. The more you thought about Jake the closer you got to caving in.

“Um… sure! I haven’t really seen Jake since graduation, so it might be fun!” You’ve officially signed yourself up for what could be the best or the worst weekend of your life.

You start packing a bag, with only 1 day’s notice it was a tough time digging through what might not even be clean clothes. You’d only been to the U.P. once when you were little, not even old enough to remember anything other than getting sick in the car from driving for too long. You toss through some clothes until you find ones you think will catch Jake’s eye in the cabin. It’s been instilled in you that red’s his favorite color. You never asked him but why else would he have complimented your bow so many years back? Excitement made it hard to sleep, you watched the clock hit 4:23. You were so tired you wouldn’t have remembered what time you started dozing off if it wasn’t Jake’s birthday. The excitement washes away and you’re finally asleep.

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“HELLOOOO!! WAKE UP!!” You heard someone right in your ear. It didn’t sound like anyone you lived with, and nobody who comes over is that fucking loud but one person, Josh.

“Dude, what the FUCK are you doing in my room?!” You start to open your eyes and turn towards who you presume to be Josh.

“We’re supposed to leave soon… your mom said to come wake you up,” he just stood bedside as if he belonged there, his presence shaking you to the core. He looked different, a good different. Haircut, a little stubble, did he get his eyebrows plucked…?

“Josh, I mean this kindly, get the fuck out of my room. Right. NOW!” You felt a little bad for yelling, but decided he deserved it for intruding.

You hear his footsteps leave your bedroom, Josh grabs your suitcase on the way out to start packing the Suburban. Feeling guilty for what happened, you slowly roll out of bed and get dressed in warm clothes to beat the December chill. You try not to let the situation bother you, this weekend was a spur of the moment and Mrs. Kiszka paid for your entire trip. You would finally get some time away from work and do something fun. Midway down the hall, your mom stops you to give you some money for your trip and a kiss on your cheek.

“I heard you yelling up there… Now you be nice to my future son-in-law, don’t scare him away, that boy will do good for you.” Was she seriously still on this?

“Mom, for the THOUSANDTH time, I hate Josh. Always have. Why can’t you root for maybe… his better half? Jake is so much cooler.” You’ve been begging her for years to drop this narrative, and yet she continues with it.

“Honey, Jake’s too quiet for you, and if I’m not mistaken he has a lady, or maybe I misheard Karen… You know he’s just- he’s an interesting boy that one. Not bad at all, sweet kid, he’s just a little odd, darling. I think Josh’ll grow on you.” She was adamant on you and Josh being together, but she was so wrong.

You head outside and hop into the van behind the passenger seat. You assumed the usual position, Josh driving, Jake passenger, Sam behind Josh. That’s how it had always been when you guys took trips together. Jake was the first one in, he got in the driver seat. Very odd, but no way Josh’s ego would let his 15 year old brother in the front seat. You would have to sit behind him but that’s not worse than next to him. Sam approaches the van, he’s getting into the passenger seat. ‘Not a fucking shot…’ You thought so loudly you were afraid you might have said it. Following behind Sam was Josh, speak of the devil and he will arrive. The devil gets into the seat behind the driver, making this the most unfortunate seating arrangement ever. You didn’t know how long of a car ride this was, but you knew every second spent next to Josh would be insufferable. Worst part was Josh brought an extra bag and instead of placing it between the two of you, he scooched himself into the middle seat and placed his bag on the seat behind Jake.

Halfway through and Josh still hasn’t really spoken to you. Your main source of interaction was little Sammy boy in the front seat, asking him how school was going and if he had any plans for college yet, how Danny was, boring older sister-esque stuff. You didn’t say much to Jake so he could focus on driving, the last thing you wanted was him getting into an accident with ¾ of the Kiszka kids and you, an only child. The Michigan roads weren’t as bad as usual, but still not the greatest with black ice and slushy snow. There was a silence in the van amongst the people, the only thing playing was one of their CD’s Sam put in for you to hear. He had just started making music with his brothers, which was just about the only thing 15 year old Sammy had going on, poor kid. Their music was probably the only bit of Josh you could stand. His voice sounds nice when he sings, so why is it when he speaks you want to tape his mouth shut?

Jake has been driving for who knows how long, looking at the clock would only make it worse. Staring out of the window you start to feel tired, this was uncommon for you but the lack of sleep last night was really doing a number. You start to drift off with the light sound of music humming in the background. You let your head rest against the seat, and slowly fall to the left. You’re so used to the original seating, you didn’t think about whose shoulder you would land on. Sam, right? You’d only done this one other time, and Sam didn’t mind too much until you started drooling and he pushed your head into the window so it had somewhere to lay. But this shoulder felt different then Sam’s, much more broad and definitely had less bone going on. You didn’t care, maybe it was his jacket, all you cared about was getting some damn sleep. You feel a cheek press against the top of your head, and you nuzzle into the feeling of comfort.

“Okay, we’re here guys. Just barely in time to check into our cabins. C’mon sleepyhead.” You feel a hand reach back and shake your knee to wake you up. Your eyes open to Jake staring back, his hand on your knee and Sammy peering over the passenger seat. Suddenly it hits you.

‘If Sam’s up there… who’s shoulder am I- oh my fucking god…’ You felt shivers go down your spine. You realized you had been asleep on Josh’s shoulder this entire time, simultaneously (and unfortunately for you) realizing it was the best nap you’ve ever taken.

‘He smelled nice, he didn’t push me off of him, he’s really warm, NO! Ugh’ You lift your head off of Josh’s shoulder to apologize to him, only to realize he had fallen asleep too. You wondered for a second if he thought the same thing, and you wondered why you felt so much comfort and content on his shoulder if you disliked him as much as you thought.

All four of you get out, grab your bags and head towards the check in area. You hear Jake mention two cabins to the lady at the desk. Your heart thumps faster at the thought of a cabin with Jake, quickly bringing yourself back down remembering Karen probably put the twins together, and the two youngest together. Bunking with Sam isn’t who you were hoping for, but he’s a good kid, the lesser of the two evils. Jake approaches the group with the keys for the cabins.

“Okay, me and Sammy are in 21, Josh and Y/N are in 22, sound good?” Another thought struck so loud you again felt people heard it. ‘No, Jake, it doesn’t sound good. Why would Karen break it up that way, this has to be some sick joke, maybe Ronnie isn’t sick at all and mom put this together.’

“Shall we?” Josh reaches his hand out for yours in a curtsy. All you could think was ‘What a dork…’ Instead you push his hand down, knowing if you grabbed his hand it would be accompanied with a kiss on yours. The group makes their way to their assigned cabins, the snow started picking up and made the 5 minute walk feel like eons. Once you reach the cabins, you wave a sad wave to Jake and Sam as Josh gets the door to your impending doom. He grabs your bag for you and enters the cabin, you follow slowly behind.

“You can pick which room you want.” He says quietly, completely not the Josh you know.

“Josh, are you okay? I’m really sorry for yelling at you this morning. I just- I went to bed late, I was frustrated was all,” you were on the verge of tears trying to make amends with someone you usually didn’t care about hurting. You hate to admit it, but your mom was right, he is a sweet boy. Maybe that’s why you feel so guilty, that and the fact he’s been different towards you since then.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter, it’s fine really.” His voice came out shaky, you knew it wasn’t fine but you didn’t know how to undo the past.

Trying to think of the right words to say, you begin lugging your bag into the direction of the smaller room. You figure it’s the least you can do after being so mean to him.

Each in your own rooms unpacking, you get deep in thought again.

‘Why do I hate him so much? He’s gotta know after 15 fucking years, there’s no way. Why’s he always so nice? Maybe it’s me.’

Your thoughts are interrupted by Josh tapping his knuckles on the door. You turn around to see him timidly standing in the doorway, probably because the last time he entered a room you occupied, he choked back tears.

“What’s up, Josh?” You try to approach him like a stray cat you’re trying to befriend for the first time.

“Jake just called me, him and Sammy are snowed in. I was gonna go help them, but we’re in the same boat, ‘bout halfway up the door…” He places one of his hands on the side of his head awkwardly fidgeting with his curls.

“So, what do you want to do then? I think I saw some board games under the coffee table. Or maybe a movie?” You were trying to make the best of an even more unfortunate circumstance. Not only were you stuck in a cabin with your least favorite Kiszka, but now there was 4ft of snow locking you in the cabin with him.

Josh’s eyes widened in excitement, “Wait, actually? Usually you don’t want… nevermind, I’ll be at the table when you’re done.”

‘Fuck. He definitely knows. I mean how wouldn’t he know. I can’t even talk to him without being a bitch. I wish I could like him. I really do.’ For once you actually feel bad for the consecutive years of poor treatment towards Josh Kiszka on your behalf. You decide it’s time to make amends, become his friend instead of his enemy. Hey, one day you’ll be married to Jake, right? Can’t have your brother-in-law hating your guts.

You try to stall putting your clothes in the dresser, just trying to figure out the right words to make this apology perfect. You have 15 years to make up for, that’s almost your entire lives, although you’d like to think you didn’t start hating him until the 6th grade. You walk out to the living room area, gathering the words and courage up. He made hot cocoa, started the fireplace and already had a game of Monopoly set up. He shuffled one of his playlists that had a mix of a bunch of old people you’d never remember the names to. You were met with his dorky smile as he waved his arms out and wiggled his fingers followed by “Ta-daaaa!” You tried not to blush, the sentiment was touching.

“Josh, before we start the game, can we talk?” You feel tension in the air, your palms growing sweaty.

“Sure, you can sit down y’know, I don’t bite… anymore…” You giggled because as far as you can recall, you don’t think he’s ever bit someone.

“I’ve been thinking lately about how I am with you. I feel bad for avoiding you and always making plans with Jake and Sam when you’re busy. You’re really sweet and fun. Maybe too much fun for me, I think I need to dial it up and we’d be okay. I guess what I’m getting at is I’m sorry, Josh. I’m sorry for always being a bitch.” You feel like you pulled words out of a hat and threw them together.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I try not to take anything personally. I just try to put the energy and positivity into the world that I’d like to get back. I’d hope that in and of itself makes us ‘okay’ not the fact you feel bad. Please, I just want what’ll make you happy.” All you can think is how he captures the essence of the sun perfectly. He radiates warmth and love, you finally realize that it hasn’t been Josh this whole time, it’s been you.

You get up and walk towards Josh, reaching for a hug. He gladly stands up and takes you in his arms. His body against yours feels warm and you’re fully engulfed in his scent as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“I felt particularly bad when I fell asleep on you and realized I liked it.” You were afraid of ruining the moment, but Josh giggles at your statement.

“I felt particularly bad when I thought about moving your head to stop you from drooling on my shirt, but I wanted you to be comfortable. I was trying to avoid being a Sammy 2.0” You couldn’t even be mad at him after all the shit you’ve put him through.

Josh is still holding you tight in his arms, soaking in the first good interaction you’ve had in an overdue time. Can’t Help Falling in Love comes on shuffle, you hear Josh start humming only making you want to stay there longer. He starts to gently sway with you. You move your arms up from around his shoulders to around his neck as you pull away to look at his face. Taking in all of his features, you realize how gorgeous Josh really is. His coffee eyes sparkle with hints of amber and his light winter complexion paired with his curls gently resting across his forehead. His perfectly sculpted nose sat above his plump, deep colored lips. Had you spent any of these years getting to know him you’re afraid you would have fallen in love. Josh’s been looking at you this entire time and you’d wondered if he was thinking the same things.

“What’s going on in there, gorgeous?” He broke the silence, having you melt in your spot with widened eyes.

“You’re the gorgeous one,” You blushed, feeling it was the wrong thing to say, but remembering he started it first.

Josh’s cheeks grow rosy, “That’s two firsts in one sentence…” you raised your eyebrow at him before he continued “… being called gorgeous, and being complimented by you.”

It’s like his body was calling you, you cradle his face with one of your hands. Rubbing his cheek with your thumb, you start to lean in for a kiss, hoping it’s the right move to make. Josh leans right into you as if this was a familiar occurrence, making it feel as if your lips belong to his. The room around you feels as if it’s spinning, a feeling of ecstasy fills the space around you. He moves one of his hands from your waist to the nape of your neck, tangling your hair between his fingers, he pushes you in gently. You let out the tiniest moan, the feeling of his fingers on your neck sending shivers down your spine. You slowly inch forward forcing Josh backwards toward the couch, you’re yearning for his touch more than you ever thought. He plops down onto the old couch and you fall straddling him making sure your lips never leave his.

You knew what you wanted but you weren’t sure how Josh was feeling. Hesitantly, you pull away from him to ask, “Do you want to do more…?”

Josh looked at you with thin eyes for a second before he realized what he thought you were implying. “Wait like by more do you mean, it.”

You giggled at his terminology. It. “Only if you want to, I’m okay with this, too,” you say reassuringly, you’re afraid maybe you pushed your luck.

Josh doesn’t speak, but the expression on his face says everything. He has a fiery look in his eyes, his cheeks red to the touch. You start kissing him again, feeling him against you through all layers of clothing. Even if this was as far as it got, it was much farther than you ever imagined with either of them.

Josh slides his hand down the small of your back past the waistband of your leggings. He drags his finger tips across your asscheek making you whimper into his mouth. You grind forward on his clothed cock, eager for some sort of relief.

“Josh, please,” you’re begging him to do something at this point, you knew you needed more.

“What do you need?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious, or if he’s really gonna make you ask for it.

“You, I need to feel you.” You barely managed to whine out what you hope he wants to hear.

Josh decides not to waste anymore time. He taps your thighs signaling you to stand up.

“Take those off,” he says pointing to your pants, “and take that off too.” He moves his finger up to point to your shirt.

Josh begins standing up from the couch removing all of his clothing. He’s standing in front of you entirely naked leaving you in your undergarments. You stare at his cock in disbelief of the size. Without hesitation you get down on your knees infront of him, mouth wide open letting him take the reins. He grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you work your tongue around his tip. He’s so big you’re not confident it’s going to fit in your mouth, let alone other places, but you try to take him entirely. You rest him on your tongue and brace your hands on his thighs, slowly working him down your throat. You drag the fingers from your left hand up his thigh and cup his balls. Josh bucks his hips forward in pleasure, causing you to gag, your eyes filling up with tears. He reaches his free hand to your face and wipes away the tears before removing himself from your mouth.

“I wasn’t done!” You teased him.

“Your eyes are watering, I’m not gonna do that to you.” He said gently before lifting you off the ground.

He holds you close to his body in a sheltering hug as he unclasps your bra. He follows this up with a strange question.

“Heads or tails?” You raise your eyebrow in confusion, because what the hell does that have to do with anything?

“Heads?” You say as you see him reaching for a coin.

He flips the coin and catches it, flipping it onto the back of his hand.

He sucks his teeth, “Sorry baby girl, tails.”

He signals you to the couch, you sit down on it but he flips you over, your breasts touching the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions. ‘So this is what he meant…’ you think to yourself.

Josh is standing behind you, you feel his hands on either hip, and his breath at the small of your back. You feel his teeth grab your panties as he pulls them down. Josh is on his knees, staring right at your heat, panties around your thighs. You feel him spread your asscheeks, getting a full view, and then you feel his breath again. He licks a stripe from your clit all the way to your entrance before dipping his tongue into you. You let out a moan at the anticipated relief you’d been searching for. He starts lapping at your clit like his life depends on it, working two digits into your entrance. It feels so good you feel like you might cum before the best part happens.

“Are you ready?” He asks, pulling himself away from you.

You didn’t want him to stop touching you with his tongue, but you wanted him more in a different way. You shake your head yes to him, but deep down you’re nervous if he’ll even fit. Josh lines himself up with your entrance, his hands spreading you wide open for him to see. He places his tip at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He moves his hands to your hips. You’re breathing halts, the sensation sends a fuzzy feeling across your entire body.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“More.” You could barely speak through the high but you still knew what you wanted.

Josh pushes himself deeper until you feel his pelvis touching your ass, he lays across your back, arms around you and plants a kiss between your shoulder blades. He stays there for a second as your slick covers him. As he begins working at a slow pace, he reaches an arm down to toy with your clit. He starts to thrust at a normal pace, working you down to nothing for several minutes.

“Are you close?” He whispers into your ear.

“Uh-huh, are you?” You ask back.

“Yeah, but I want to see that pretty face when you do.” He lays you down on the couch, facing the ceiling as he works his way on top of you.

He wraps your legs around his waist, he shoves his cock back into your dripping pussy, tucking his arms under yours and around your shoulders. He nestles his face into your neck and digs his fingertips into your shoulders. You’re scratching up his back so hard, you’re anticipating open wounds and bloody nails. You feel Josh’s pelvis rubbing against your clit, making you tighten around him again.

“Are you on birth control?” He frantically asks, but you’re assuming for good reason.

“Yeah, IUD.” You respond through sharp breaths, fighting the urge to cum without him.

“Oh, okay, good.” He chuckles a little.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, me too, c’mon show me what ya got.”

You start to moan through shortened breaths, digging your nails deeper in his back, body twitching under Josh’s, you can feel yourself tighten around him as you reach your climax. Following your release, Josh starts to slow down, taking longer, deeper strokes, pulling you down onto his cock by your shoulders.

“Josh, cum in me.” You never thought those words would ever leave your mouth.

He starts to kiss all over your collar bone between low register moans. He thrusts into you one more time, filling you with his cum, followed with a deep sigh. He immediately pulls out and goes to get something to clean you up with. He comes back with a roll of toilet paper as a temporary fix until you make it to the shower.

“Holy shit man, I can’t believe that just happened.” Josh says while wiping his cum off of you.

“Yeah, me either.” You admit.

Josh helps you sit up on the couch, and he places a kiss on your glowing cheek. You get up to get into the shower, barely able to walk and unable to figure out where to go from here. Do you try to take it further, and let your mom be right about the boy you fought years denying? You decided that was something you could figure out later, right now you just wanted to get cleaned up and watch a movie with Josh. You spend about 20 minutes in the shower before strolling out in a pair of pajamas Josh grabbed for you from your room. He made a makeshift fort and had ELF ready to play with some fresh hot cocoa and popcorn that was just popped. You snuggled up with Josh for your little date night, and let all the future explanations wash away as you fell asleep in the warmth and comfort of his arms.