#gvf josh

[gretavanlace]

Hush

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only Minors do not interact

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dirty talk, choking, light degradation, praise, slight dom/sub/switch dynamic, language, etc

Josh is vocal.

That is certainly no secret.

Anyone who has watched him strut about a stage, microphone in hand, knows that.

Off stage, he talks incessantly about both the things that matter to him, and the mundane. Things he is passionate about. Things that light fires within him and drive him to create and pack this world as full of his heart as he possibly can. Arbitrary ideas and notions. Strange ponderings.

Pontification, he likes to call it.

He’s also vocally boisterous when agitated. He loathes waiting, and will mutter complaints near your ear in line until you’re willing your eyes not to roll. A phone call to vent about the antics of one brother or another from the studio is a regular occurrence and can be counted on just like death and taxes.

“Samuel was even later than I was,” he might huff, “and now Jake’s guitar needs to be restrung because fuck this whole world if he has to use a backup. I hate them, and I want to come home to you, light of my life, keeper of the stars, goddess of all that is— oh, we’re ready…gotta go.”

Josh murmurs in his sleep, sings in the shower, talks himself through menial tasks, hums in the grocery store, carries on one-sided conversations with the cat who simply chirps along while swirling around his ankles.

At least twice a night he snatches you from drifting off to sleep with a question: Do you think I should call my mom more? If I miss her, she must miss me. Or, Did I ever tell you about that time that Jake ate shit and fell in the lake? I was thinking about it today, and…

Random thoughts and idle musings he can’t help but verbalize, you hear them all. Mostly. The ones you aren’t privy to, fall upon the nearest ear - but he’s so fucking charming even a stranger is happy to play sounding board.

Josh is also expressive when you’re wrapped up in soft, linen sheets…or wherever else he’s decided he can no longer wait to have you.

Whispers of devotion swelling like a gentle breeze across the hum of your pulse when he makes love to you. Filthy, dirty, blush-inducing declarations when he’s fucking into your trembling body like he’ll never touch it again.

And you love it…all of it. But now - with your visiting sister slumbering in the guest room on the other side of the wall - is certainly not the time.

“Baby, please…” his mouth is sucking gently along your collarbone as he grinds into you slowly, friction hard and constant against your greedy, swollen clit, “let me fuck you faster…c’mon, I need it.”

”What you need, is to be quiet,” your voice is a stern whisper, but your hands are tender in his hair.

He could easily set a pace as brutal as he desired if he felt inclined to disobey…but, ever the sweetest switch, he has opted to play nice tonight.

”I’ll be quiet,” he promises. It is a lie he truly believes, and to prove that point, you clench around him and draw forth a pitiful groan from deep within his chest.

A swift pinch at his side serves as punishment ”Shut. Up.”

”Fuck you,” he sounds deliciously desperate, “You did that on purpose. Squeezing me with that beautiful pussy…goddamn.”

”What’s going to happen if I let you make me cum? Hmm?” Your mouth falls into a delicate pout as if you just feel so sorry for him, “You know how tight I get. How I just hug your cock all snug and wet…”

”And warm,” he adds, lost in it, daydreaming in the dark of night and twitching inside the embrace of your cunt, “Soft as satin, sucking me right in…oh my god, baby, please.”

He begins moving with more purpose, dragging the head of his cock against that lovely little spot that will render you incoherent if you allow it to.

”Oh my god, please,” you mock quietly, “Look at you Joshua, what a whiny baby. What are you begging for? Pussy? Is that what you need?”

He nods frantically against your sternum, as though he doesn’t trust himself to look up at you.

You feign confusion wickedly “But you’ve got that. You’re already inside me…”

“Faster,” he breathes, biting and mouthing at your shoulder now, “Need it faster, and harder. It’s too slow, I need more.”

Clicking your tongue like he is a poor, pathetic sight to behold, you shake your head, “Slow down.”

”No, please don’t make me,” he slows, as instructed, but trails off with a whimper.

So, maybe there’s no ‘like’ about it, maybe he really is a poor, pathetic sight to behold. Yes, you decide, that’s exactly what he is…

…so why not push him even further?

With a swift tug on the roots of his curls, you issue an order ”Stay still.”

Despondent and mournful, he groans into the crook of your neck and grabs at your hips so tightly you’ll be admiring raspberry bruises in the mirror come morning. “C’mon, baby girl…lemme take it. I fucking want it.”

If he were looking at you, he’d see the devilish gleam in your eye. Aren’t you an awful witch tonight? “What? Don’t you like it when I keep your pretty cock warm for you?”

He flexes hard inside of you, simply to gain even a hint of friction. “You’re being so fucking mean.”

”Mean?” You coil around the throbbing length of him and he shudders out the tiniest sound, “If I was mean, I’d lock your pretty cock in a cage and fuck your face all night.”

For a moment, he shirks his submissive edge and hisses in your ear, low and slow, “Liar. Not with little sister in the next room…you couldn’t keep quiet with my face between your legs if someone fucking paid you to.”

In response, you shove him back and roll until your thighs are locked around his waist, the crown of his cock nestled against your clit as your hips swivel heated circles.

”Does that feel good, baby?” You’re taunting him cruelly while, in contrast, lovingly reaching up to smooth the furrow from his brow. “Does that just feel so good?”

”Wanna put it back inside,” his eyes squint shut and anyone who didn’t know better might think his expression is that of suffering. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, so…”

”Shh,” you quiet him with a hand wrapped around his throat, relishing the way his adam’s apple slides against your palm when he swallows hard, “shut your mouth for once.”

He’s staring up at you, wide-eyed and needy, like you painted the stars in the sky, gorgeous and glittering, just for him…and how you wish that were true. How you wish you could give him something so profound. Something worthy of his light.

”I won’t make a sound,” his vow sounds out, a cross between the honesty he wishes it to be rooted in, and the lie he knows it to be. “C’mon baby, please…fuck me sweet.”

Does he really want it sweet? Or is he simply aware that that’s all he is capable of quietly handling?

Likely the latter.

Your fingers have found your nipples, twisting and tugging on them as they tighten into pink pebbles that send shivers crawling down into your stomach with every pull. His eyes lock in on you, watching you tease them as his breathing kicks up into a frenzy.

“You’re pushing it,” he warns, grip pulling you down closer as he rocks his hips up to meet you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna fucking take it. Be a good girl now, baby…I’m done with your shit.”

”Yeah?” Your eyebrow raises in silent challenge. Does he have it in him tonight?

“Yeah.” He nods, licking his thumb to swirl much too gently across your clit.

”I think you should just behave and be grateful for what you’re—“

Stunned and dazed, the room blurs around you as you’re flipped and tossed until your cheek is pressed against the cool, crisp sheets. They smell of him, and you breathe Josh in until your lungs ache while his cock teases at your entrance from behind.

His body folds over yours until his lips sweep the shell of your ear, “You’ve done it now, baby girl. Better be quiet, yeah? Not a sound.”

With a swift snap of his hips, the silken glide of his cock fills you full as his palm presses against your lips to muffle the high-pitched moan that gasps out of you.

”Now who’s the whiny baby?” his perfect teeth sink into your earlobe and tug until it blooms with heat. The moan that seeps into his soft skin causes his lips to curl into a smirk you can feel. “This is what you wanted, you think I don’t know that?”

He has begun moving at an excruciatingly slow place, the head of his cock dragging gently inside you just right…but you need more.

”You think I didn’t know that you wanted me to just fucking take it all along?”

You nod urgently, tangling your hair against the pillowcase. Of course he knew, he knows you better than you know yourself. There are no secrets to be hidden away when it comes to Joshua. He hunts each and every one down like glittering treasure with ease…your body his map, the pools of your eyes ciphers he decodes without even trying.

His tongue is dancing its way along your jaw now, springing chills to life upon your flushed skin ”Tell me how good my cock feels and I’ll fuck you full.”

Another woeful sound shakes out of you and a rumbling, gravelly laugh huffs warm against your cheek, “My poor, sweet baby can dish it just fine tonight, but she can’t take it? Is that it?”

With a shhh that makes you feel weighed down heavy with lust, he lifts his palm away from your mouth. “I can take it,” you promise in a hush, “Please…I can take it, I swear.”

He is so still inside you, but the familiar stretch is enough to send a tremble tripping up your spine, spider-cracking like a jolt of electric pleasure. “But can you take it quietly? Can you be a real good girl or should I gag you like a whore?”

”I’ll be a good girl,” you breathe, relishing the sound that slips out of him, a cross between famished desire and worshipful devotion.

“Yeah?” He’s enjoying this little game too much to wave goodbye to it just yet, “You’ll be a good girl if I give you this cock?” He presses in so deeply there’s nothing left for him to give, “You’ll take it quietly and squeeze it nice and tight? Soak it with your little wet cunt when I make you cum?”

He can feel you clenching already, twisting around him like a fist, milking him, pulling him in, starved for more.

”Yes, yes, yes,” you chant softly, begging for him to get on with it, “Just fuck me, Josh…please,”

There’s that sinful mouth of his again, ghosting over your ear, “Just fuck me Josh,” he mocks in a velvet whisper, “Please.”

A sob escapes you and turns the apples of your cheeks pink…he echoes the sound back to you and fans the flames of your delectable shame.

”Quiet now, baby…” he reminds you, tone taunting and laced with self-satisfaction, “You just bite down on the pillow if it gets to be too much, and I’ll bite down on you.”

You tighten around him at the mere thought of it and tug an achingly gorgeous grunt from deep within his chest, “You like that? You want me to bite you to keep quiet? Mark you up all pretty?”

”Fuck…” you reach back and grab for him, fingers sinking into the curve of his waist, begging for it with your entire body.

You can’t seem to manage much more, but it’s enough for him, and with a swift pull back, he snaps his hips hard and fast and sets a relentlessly feral pace in motion.

The head of his cock, thick and suede-soft, kisses your cervix with each inward push, driving a wild sound out of you that you smother into the pillow, tongue dragging against the worn cotton as though it were his mouth.

His teeth are peppering your back and shoulders, gnashing his own moans way down deep into your flesh where you will secret them away forever. He gifts each sound to you on a gorgeous, stinging platter and you only want more, more, more. It is never enough with him…you are gluttonous for whatever he sees fit to offer.

”You feel so fucking good, baby,” it comes undulating across your cheekbone like a warm, languorous breeze, “So fucking wet, I can feel you all over me. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He grows impossibly hard within you and that, along with the filth he is sighing into the night and the drags of his teeth, sends you careening over the edge you had no idea you were so close to. You explode around him, and his weight grows heavier atop you as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“That’s it,” his praise is clipped and winded, “just - fuck - just like that. Keep going, so tight, messy pretty fucking pussy, make me cum, baby, please…make me fucking cum.”

He’s babbling like a brook you want to lie beside and listen to for the rest of your life. So beautiful. So Josh. But so quietly, and you know how difficult it must be for him, how hard he must be trying, and you love him all the more for it.

With a final, vicious bite, he coaxes a hiss out of you that makes him see stars as he lets go, fucking himself deeper and deeper as he rides it out, moans pressed into your glazed, shivering body like flowers in between the pages of a book.

And still, you only want more. You want his jaw to lock, his teeth to break the skin, to draw blood, to scar you…soft pink, raised marks tattooed by his kiss to remind you.

A long sigh flutters your hair, and your eyes drift closed at the soothing lilt of the sound as his fingers begin to card through your hair.

”You thirsty, baby?” His nose nuzzles at you, drawing forth a lazy smile that is half smashed into the pillow.

“Yes, but stay a little longer.”

He cuddles down into you, cheek to cheek, the weight of his body keeping you warm and safe in the silence.

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[jakesguitarsolo]

I think they’re brothers or something? Twins even?

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

I need therapy and a guide on how to turn into a fucking harmonica because wtf

[gretasfallingsky]

JOSH!

[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.”

[jmkho]

ME RIGHT NOW.

[kiszkasun]

jake & his besties

[emsfallingsky]

Sting

Josh x reader

Word count: 8.6k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexuality explicit material (unprotected sex, cursing, spitting, impact play, fingering, biting, slapping, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, m dom. (please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: This is my first fanfic that I've posted on Tumblr so I'm very excited. I have a series on wattpad d that I've been working on for months but wanted to write pure smut on here. This fanfic was inspired by this pic hehe.

Their show had ended a couple of minutes ago and you heard the chatter of everyone as they passed by Josh’s dressing room where you waited for him. 

A few moments later the door flung open, making you turn on the couch as you saw Josh step forward making his way to you. He greeted you with a warm smile as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Hi mama,” Josh said, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze. 

“You sounded good,” you said, craning your neck to watch him walk over and grab a water bottle off the small table to the side of you. 

His face was coated in a thin layer of sweat along his temples and a bit on the small area of his exposed chest. The tops of his cheeks were flushed, and a few loose strands of hair stuck to the sides of his face. You pushed yourself up off the couch, standing up to make your way over to him. He smiled as he put the bottle to his lips, taking a long drink of the cool liquid. 

“Thank you, baby,” Josh said, setting the bottle on the counter and raised his hand to brush some hair out of your face. You smiled at him and then frowned, diverting your attention to the palm of his hand. His hand was covered in red welts and purple bruises. There were spots on his hands where you were able to see small cuts along his hand that had flecks of dried blood beside them. 

“What the fuck did you do!?” you asked, taking a hold of his wrist to inspect his hand further. 

Josh tipped his head back and let out a loud laugh. He raised his other hand that wasn’t in your grasp and waved it into the air. “I’m fine, it's just from the tambo,” Josh said, gently pulling his hand out of your grasp, walking a few steps and grabbed some extra clothes he had laying on a chair. 

“Well, does it hurt? I mean it looks like it’s bleeding or was,” you said, with a worried expression painted on your face. 

Josh had started to unzip his jumpsuit but stopped as he looked at you, softening his face. He shook his head and shrugged. 

“Not really,” Josh said, looking down at his hand as he drew it into a ball and then flexed his fingers outward. “I don’t really notice it anymore, I guess. I mean a little sometimes if part of the cymbals cut into my hand,” Josh said, shrugging. 

“Oh,” you said, dropping your gaze and frowning. The wheels in your head began to turn as a sudden thought came to you. You bit the inside of your cheek debating to say or ask anything more without fully saying what was on your mind. You looked back at Josh who was now pulling the rest of the zipper down and freeing his arms from his jumpsuit. 

“But it doesn’t hurt if you just like, hit the wood part, right?” you asked, leaning against the back of the couch. 

Josh stopped undressing himself yet again and his jumpsuit now hung around the middle of his waist, exposing his bare chest.

 “I mean not really; I would say it the equivalent of maybe high fiving someone a bit hard but that it-”

“But like would it hurt if you got hit or like hit someone with it would it hurt?” you asked, rather too quickly. 

Josh narrowed his eyes and stared at you as a small smirk started to tug on the corner of his mouth. He cocked his head to the side and pushed his tongue against his cheek. 

“Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” Josh asked, giving you a playful smirk. 

You shook your head and diverted your eyes from him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze. 

“No, I-I was just wondering,” you said, in a soft voice. 

You stared down at the top of your shoe while you nervously fidgeted with the rings on your fingers. You watched as Josh’s feet move toward you and stop in front of you. Josh grabbed your chin between his thumb and his pointer finger, raising it so you were forced to meet his eye. Josh was standing in front of you with his eyebrows raised slightly giving you a knowing look that he could see right through your bullshit. 

“C’mon mama, tell me what’s on your mind. You don’t think I can see those wheels turning around in your head, hm? What are you thinking about” Josh asked, tilting his head down to further catch your gaze. 

You stared back at him and chewed the inside of your cheek not knowing what to say or how to start. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to figure out the words you wanted to say but instantly shut it, when you couldn't think of anything. 

Josh took another step forward, so you now had to crane your neck a bit to look up at him as he peered down at you from the tip of his nose. 

“C’mon, I know for a fact you’re good at using that pretty little mouth of yours. Let me hear you say it,” Josh said, in a hoarse voice that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your legs instinctively clench together. 

“I-I can’t” you said, taking your eyes off him to look elsewhere. 

“Why not?” Josh asked, tilting his head to the side as a devilish smirk formed on his face. 

“Because it’s…it’s wrong,” you said, creasing your brows. 

“Oh really? Is it?” Josh said, raising his brows and pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. 

You quickly nodded, doing everything to try and not meet his eyes. Josh leaned forward so his mouth hovered right next to your ear. 

“Well personally, I think it’s hot that my little slut wants to get spanked with my tambo,” Josh said, in a deep voice that made your breath catch in your chest. 

He pulled back slowly and gave you a small smirk as your eyes settled back on him. You let out a breath that you were holding feeling relieved Josh had put two and two together. 

“You do?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“Of course, I do,” Josh said, taking his hand away from your chin and resting it on top of your shoulder.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked him, narrowing your eyes. 

Josh smiled and shook his head. “Of course not. You know I’d never judge you…in fact, I think it could be fun,” Josh said, giving you a playful smirk. 

Josh was right, in your year of being together there was never something he shot down or wasn’t up for you. Getting spanked with an object that wasn’t his own hand wasn’t anything out of the blue to the two of you. 

“Yeah?” you asked, smiling as you bit your lower lip, turning your head down to look up at Josh through your lashes. 

“Mhm,” Josh hummed, taking his hand to cup the side of your face. He took a step forward and swiped his thumb across your lower lip making you part it open for him. Josh let out an approving hum and slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth, your lips instinctively wrapping around it. You swiped your tongue over the pad of his finger making him curse. 

“Fuck,” Josh said, tilting his brows upright and scrunching them together while his mouth formed into an o shape. Josh slightly pushed his thumb further into the back of your throat and you pushed back a gag that was threatening your throat.  

“Fucking filthy girl,” Josh said, drawing his thumb out of your mouth, a string of saliva following it and landing on your chin. 

“Next to the couch. On your knees now,” Josh said, sternly.  

You didn’t have to be told twice. You nodded and quickly walked around to the front of the couch and dropped to your knees. Josh came around and stopped in front of you, drinking in the sight of you sinking down in front of him, just waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Josh’s crotch was right in front of your face and your eyes traveled down to his center where you could see him now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his jumpsuit. 

“Uh- uh,” Josh said, taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up. “Eyes up here.” 

“But Joshy,” you said, whining. 

You instantly regretted talking back to him as you felt his hand connect with the side of your cheek. 

“Excuse me,” Josh said, clenching his jaw and he peered down at you. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking down at the floor. 

“Sorry what?”

“Sorry sir,” you said, taking your eyes off the floor to meet his eyes again. 

“That’s better,” Josh said with a small smirk, beginning to pull the rest of his jumpsuit down. As he pulled his jumpsuit past his hips, his cock sprang free, smacking against the skin of his lower stomach, the tip of it glistening as his arousal leaked from the tip. You bit your lower lip as you felt your mouth start to water as you set eyes on it. You reached your hand forward to grasp it but instantly pulled it back after not hearing him give you permission. 

Josh clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You know better than that. Hands behind your back and don’t expect me to be so forgiving next time,” he said, tapping the side of your cheek. 

“Yes sir,” you said, looking up at him and you moved your hands to rest behind your back. Josh reached down and freed himself fully from the jumpsuit, throwing it over his shoulder haphazardly. 

You watched him bite his lip and one of his hands came down to grasp around his cock. He slowly began to pump himself, looking down at you biting his lip and then pulling in a breath through parted lips. 

You knew he was showing off for you, teasing you knowing you were unable to do anything. Your legs instinctively clenched together at the sight of him as he picked up his pace making him let out a soft moan as his brows tilted upright in pleasure. Josh looked down at your legs, noticing the small shift as you pushed them together and still his movements. You felt yourself hold your breath knowing you were in deep shit. 

Josh glared down at you and clenched his jaw. Josh leaned forward and roughly grabbed your face, his thumb and index finger gripping at the hollow parts of your cheeks. 

“You know better than that. Open. Your. Fucking. Legs,” Josh growled.  

You nodded quickly, your cheeks aching feeling his fingers dig into the skin. You parted your legs for him and as you did, the dress you were wearing slid up exposing the tops of your thighs. 

“Good fucking girl,” Josh said, moving closer to whisper into your ear. He pulled his face back, so it was in front of yours. “Open,” Josh said, squeezing your cheeks forcing you to open your jaw. 

You opened your mouth for him and stuck your tongue out for him, teasingly. Josh smirked and you watched as a string of saliva dropped from his lips and landed on the flat of your tongue. His hand that was gripping your face moved over so his thumb now rested on your tongue as he began to slide his spit around. Josh let out a groan, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you slowly wrapped your lips around his thumb to suck on it. 

He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and then grabbed the head of his cock and began to rub it over your bottom lip. You looked up at him from under your lashes, your doe eyes softening while you silently begged for him to push into your mouth. 

You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue giving a small kitten lick over his head. Josh let out a hum and rubbed his head over your tongue, coating it in your saliva. 

You moved your mouth to the side of it, sliding further down as you began to lick the underside of his shaft before taking one of his balls in your mouth and sucking on it softly, making him let out a deep moan from his chest. 

You pulled your head back, licking from the shaft all the way up to the tip, wrapping your lips around him and taking him into your mouth. 

Josh dropped his hand that was holding himself out for you as a moan escaped him, his head rolling back in pleasure as you began to pick up a soft rhythm. 

You looked up at him from under your lashes, watching his face scrunch in pleasure. He met your eye, biting his bottom lip while he placed a loose hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you around his cock. 

You picked up your rhythm, flicking your tongue over his tip while you plunged yourself down on him, holding back a gag that threatened your throat as you fully sunk down on him. 

“Fuck, mama, right fucking there,” Josh moaned, as he threw his head back. You could see his jaw clench and his adam's apple bob in his throat. 

Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried your best to stay sunk on him, but you eventually had to pull back to get some air as your lungs began to burn in your chest. 

Josh’s moans made that familiar tingling sensation appear in the pit of your stomach and you began to feel the pool of wetness forming in your panties. 

You felt yourself clench around nothing and you looked up to see Josh lowering his head to meet your eyes. His hand that was resting on the back of your head, grabbed a bundle of your hair and he slowly started to rock his hip into your mouth. 

Josh’s mouth was parted, and his chest rose and fell with each shaking breath he pulled in. Beads of sweat had now formed along his temples and top of his cheeks were now flushed pink. 

You instinctively pulled your legs together, trying to gain any sort of friction you could get to relieve the ache growing in your core. 

You immediately knew you were fucked seeing Josh’s eyes quickly flick down to your legs and then back to your face. He stilled his movements, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw, this time not being pleasure but anger.

Josh’s grip on your hair grew tighter as he forcefully yanked you up, your neck instantly protesting against the action.

Josh took your wrists in his and threw you into the couch, leaving your cheek collided with the back of it. Josh’s grip on your hair and wrists tightened and you felt tears spring to your eyes feeling the skin on your wrists started to burn. 

You felt Josh’s chest come flush with your back as he leaned over, his lips beside your ear. “I thought I fucking told you to keep your legs open,” Josh said, with a growl. 

You closed your eyes and quickly nodded against the couch. 

“Uh-uh,” Josh said, and you felt a sharp smack against your ass, as your dress had ridden up from being thrown around and now exposed your bare flesh. “Use your words mama or you get nothing. Now didn't I tell you to keep your legs open? Yes, or no?”

“Yes, you did sir,” you said, taking a quick look over your shoulder to see one of Josh’s knees propped up on the cushion as he leaned over you. 

“Then why did you close them huh?” Josh asked, leaning himself further forward to press his nose against the shell of your ear. 

“I don’t know sir,” you said whining, feeling Josh’s unforgiving grip becoming tighter at the base of your head. 

“Yes, you do. It’s because you’re a desperate little slut and wanted some relief on your little cunt huh?” Josh said, pressing his hips against your ass.

You let out a moan as you instinctively pushed yourself back on him, feeling his hard on the bare skin of your exposed flesh. Josh pulled his face away from your ear and let out a hiss, feeling you push back against him. 

“Tell me mama, are you a desperate little slut?” Josh asked, unwrapping his hands from your wrists to grab a handful of your ass. You let out a strangled whimper, feeling his fingers dig into your flesh, surely leaving bruises. 

Josh’s hand then flew down and collided with your bare skin making you close your eyes and flinch slightly at the sudden contact. 

Josh clicked his tongue against his teeth, massaging over the area with the palm of his hand. “Ah, now I asked you a question. Are you a desperate little slut?” 

“Yes, sir,” you said, nodding quickly against the couch. 

“Uh-uh, tell me,” Josh said, as he mindlessly rubbed across your curves with the flat of his palm. 

You watched from your peripheral as Josh’s left knee came off of the couch. You then inhaled a gasp feeling his other leg come between your legs and nudge right up against your core. 

“Tell me,” Josh growled, pressing his knee harder against your clit. 

“Yes, fuck-“ you moaned, feeling your eyes start to roll back upon the feeling. “I’m a desperate little slut sir,” you whimpered pathetically into the couch. 

Josh let out an approving hum and let go of the death grip he had on your hair. He gently brushed away a few strands of hair that covered your face. To anyone else, it may have been a small gesture but for the two of you it was a quick reminder that it was still just him you were talking to. 

Josh’s hand moved from your cheek down to the top of your shoulder, his fingertips danced ever so gently along the dips and curves of your body. You felt his hand trace along your skin with an open palm, making you subconsciously arch your back further for him. The sudden tilt of your hips caused the edge of your clit to catch on the side of Josh’s knee, making a small moan escape you. 

Josh let out a small chuckle and you felt him move his leg back from between your legs, so it was just out of reach. You let out a pathetic moan, feeling the sudden loss of contact. 

Josh leaned forward once more; his chest pressed up against your back and his nose pressed into the soft shell under your ear. You felt him take a deep inhale, his lips ghosting across your neck making goosebumps form across your entire body. 

“And tell me mama, do good little sluts listen and do as they’re told?” Josh said, now pressing small kisses to your neck, making you bite your lip.

“Yes sir,” you said in a breathless whisper, finally feeling his lips make contact with your skin. 

Josh stopped his kisses and you felt him hook his arm around you to grip at your throat, making you gasp. His thumb and pointer finger squeeze at the sides of your neck as you felt him forcefully pull you up making your back hit his bare chest. 

“So then tell me why you decided not to fucking listen?” Josh asked, growling into your ear. 

You shuddered upon hearing his stern tone with you and you instantly started to shake your head. 

“I-I’m sorry sir,” you managed to squeak out, feeling your airway start to constrict from Josh pressing harder around your neck. 

“Now tell me,” Josh said, grazing the tip of his nose along your neck. “Did I give you permission to close your legs?” Josh asked, peppering your neck with soft kisses. 

Your mouth fell open and you let your head fall back to rest on his shoulder. Josh’s other hand that wasn’t attached to your neck, reached under your dress, and began to trace small circles against your stomach. 

“No sir,” you said in a shuddering breath, feeling the spring-like sensation start to coil in your core. Josh’s hands trailed down to your lower stomach and his fingers began to dance along the edge of your panties, teasing you. 

“Fuck,” you said in a whisper as the tip of his finger grazed under the elastic band. You forced yourself not to roll your hips back against him as you felt his hardening length push against you. 

Just as he was about to swipe a finger over your aching clit, he took his hand out of your panties and smacked his hand down on your core. 

You flinched and sucked in a gasp at the sudden feeling of Josh’s palm against your clit. You instantly fell forward but Josh’s hands caught you and wrapped around your middle to still you. You hear Josh chuckle as his nose pressed into the shell of your ear. 

“Then why the fuck did your close your legs then huh?” Josh asked, nipping at the skin just below your ear. 

“I don’t know sir,” you said, sucking in a hiss. 

“Mmm,” Josh moaned. “You don’t know? Really? I think we both know that your pathetic little cunt just wanted some attention, isn’t that, right?” Josh asked, his fingertips came down to tease along the edge of your panties. 

“Y-yes sir,” you moaned out, your jaw becoming slack. 

Josh teased his fingertips around your clit but never one touched the bundle of nerves that aching and deprived of his touch. 

“Josh please,” you moaned, throwing your head back and bucking your hips up into his hand. 

Josh instantly took his hand out from your panties and threw your body forward once more, so you collided with the back of the couch. This time your hands were free, and you were able to soften the blow by pressing your palms to the back of the couch. 

You gripped the couch and let out a small yelp, suddenly feeling Josh’s hand crack down on your ass. 

“If you were a good girl and listened you would be cumming around my cock as we speak but you just had to be a brat,” Josh tsk’d, running a soothing hand over your skin. 

“And you know what happens when brats don’t do what they’re told huh?” Josh asked in a low, raspy voice. 

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, peeking over your shoulder to see Josh’s staring at you with half lidded eyes. Josh raked his teeth over his bottom lip and a small smirk formed on his face, exposing the dimple on the side of his cheek. 

“Yeah, you know. Little brats get punished when they don’t listen…and you didn’t listen. Do you think you need to be punished?” Josh cooed in a way that sounded almost cocky as he started to playfully taunt you. 

“Yes sir, I need to be punished- you need to punish me,” you said, arching your back for him. 

You watched Josh’s eyes flicked down from your face to your ass that was on full display for him. He let out an approving hum and moved his hand to the side of your hip, gripping a handful of the muscle around it. 

His demeanor instantly switched and you saw his brow crease and jaw clench. Your body shuddered knowing you were in for it and Josh wasn’t going to hold back on you tonight. Your body started to tingle as the excitement and anticipation kicked in. 

“Hands behind your back. Don’t you fucking move. Do you understand?” Josh asked harsly

“Yes sir, I understand,” you said, folding your hands over each other to lock them behind your back. 

Josh’s face moved away from your peripheral and you heard the sound of his footsteps on the floor as he walked around the room. You didn’t dare to move a muscle, but you let your eyes wander around the room, tracking his possible whereabouts. 

You heard distant shuffling from a corner of the room as Josh seemed to dig through various items. The sudden jingle of small cymbals then filled the room making your whole-body freeze and small hairs that covered your body stood on their ends. 

The light patter of Josh’s footsteps filled the room as you felt his presence draw near. Your cheek was still flush with the couch, and you saw him step to the side of you with a tambo in his hand. Your mouth parted and you sucked in a quick breath. 

A smirk pulled on the corner Josh’s lip watching the state of shock cover your face. Josh set the tambourine to the side of your leg, placing it against the couch, the tiny cymbals rattling against each other. 

“Why do you look surprised, baby? You didn’t think I was going to follow through?” Josh asked, tracing a feather like touch down the length of your arm.

Josh leaned forward and placed a small kiss to the side of your cheek, nudging his nose against the shell of your ear. 

“Is this still something you want mama?” Josh asked, his tone now becoming soft and sweet as his demeanor dropped, checking in with you. 

“Yes Josh,” you muttered meeting his kind brown eyes. He gave you a warm smile, exposing the tiny gap between his front teeth. 

Josh brushed the loose hair away from your face and placed a chaste kiss upon your lips. You found yourself instantly melting into him, feeling his lips on yours for the first time tonight. You tried to linger in it as much as you could, knowing this sweet moment would soon be forgotten. 

Josh pulled away from you and straightened his body up. The dress that you were wearing hung loosely around your middle exposing the back of your thighs and the bottom of your panties. Josh grabbed the hem of your dress and bunched it up in his hands, sliding the soft fabric up your body to sit just below your hands. 

“You remember your safe words now don’t you baby?” Josh asked, while massaging the area on your lower back. 

“Yes, I remember,” you said breathlessly. 

“Yeah? Tell me then. What’s the word for when it feels fucking good?” Josh asked, leaning over to place a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Gold,” you said, feeling your body tremble under his touch. 

“Good girl. And what about if you want me to stop?” Josh hummed, gripping at the ample muscle of your ass.

“Red,” you said, pushing your hips back against his hand. 

Josh let out a tsk and gripped harder at the skin of your ass, without a doubt leaving small bruises. 

“What did I fucking say? Don’t move,” Josh growled. 

You saw his frame come into view, leaning over to pick up the tambourine that was resting on the couch beside you. You sucked in a breath, feeling the cool wood of it graze over the back of your thighs. 

“Is this, okay?” Josh asked, in a gentle tone. 

“Yes,” you said in a voice that was barely audible.

The edge of the tambo traced along your thighs making you shudder at the cool sensation of the wood. Josh traced it higher and went to move down your other leg but stopped, pressing the edge of it right over your clit. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, gripping your wrist with one of your hands feeling your clit throb under the touch. You looked back to see Josh’s with his mouth hung open, his bottom lip glistening from the faint coat of saliva on top of it. His brows were knitted together in a way that made it look like he was in pain but you both knew it was out of pure lust and pleasure. 

Josh continued his pathway, drawing the wood over your skin and down the back of your other leg. Your body stiffened ever so as he pulled away the wood and placed an open palm on your left ass cheek, rubbing small circles on the meaty flesh. 

“I’m going to start out slow, okay? Just a little test run to see how it feels,” Josh said, mindlessly tracing patterns against your skin.

“Okay,” you whispered, arching your back for him hoping it would allow him to have more access to your skin. 

You felt your body stiffen and you sucked in a breath, awaiting the feeling of the tambo to come in contact with your skin. Josh must’ve noticed because he placed a gentle hand between your shoulder blades and reminded you to breathe. 

You nodded against the couch and took in a deep inhale and slowly let it out, feeling your whole-body slump forward into the couch. 

“There you go,” Josh said, pulling his hand away from you. “Just remember to breathe in between and you’ll be okay. Ready mama?” 

You nodded and instantly you felt the edge of the wood crack against your ass and the sound of the cymbal hit together filled the room. You let out a small yelp at the feeling but then frowned. It wasn’t quite what you were expecting. 

The full edge of the tambo didn’t elicit the feeling you had been hoping for. Instead, it felt like something hard had been thrown at you, leaving your skin to ache and instantly form a bruise. 

Josh looked over at your face and saw the expression written on it. His face contorted as he too furrowed his brows together. 

“What’s wrong?” Josh asked. 

You pushed yourself forward onto the couch and lifted your head to look at him. You shook your head and raised your shoulders as you gave him a small shrug. 

“It-it didn’t do anything?” you said letting out a small huff. 

“What do you mean?” Josh asked, tilting his head to the side, trying to read you. 

“I mean yeah it hurt, but it didn’t give me the feeling I was hoping for. Like when you spank me it-“

“You like when it stings huh?” Josh said, a small smirk formed across his face. You could practically see his pupils dilate and your eyes wandered down, his fully erect cock twitched. 

“Yes sir,” you said, biting your bottom lip, watching his tip leak with pre cum. You felt your core throb while you surely started to leak through your panties. 

“Well, we can take care of that,” Josh said and in an instant, you watched him raise his leg, balancing it on the edge of the couch. He slammed the tambourine down on the top of his knee, cracking it clean in half. 

Your brain didn’t have time to process anything that just happened, but your eyes grew wide watching Josh throw the other half of his tambourine across the room. 

“W-what are you doing?” you asked, a deep frown formed on your face. 

“Don’t worry mama, I’m going to give you just what you need,” Josh said, smirking while he took half of the tambo in his hand and twirled it around, so it was now curved inward and laid flat like a paddle. He grasped the bottom of it and smacked the flat part against his hand a couple of times. 

“Oh,” you said as you felt your body flutter with anticipation. 

“Mhm,” Josh hummed, looking at you with half lidded eyes. 

“But what about the tiny cymbals?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“What about them?” Josh asked, raising his eyebrows as he spun one of them around. 

“Well won’t it hurt- like won’t it cut me?” you asked, frowning. 

Josh smirked and leaned forward pressing his nose against the crook of your neck. 

“Isn’t that the fun part?” Josh asked, nipping the skin of your neck. You let out a moan and instinctively bit your bottom lip. Josh sat up and grabbed a handful of your ass.

“Like I said, we’ll go slow- a little practice run,” Josh said, squeezing at your flesh. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

“Ready?” Josh asked. 

You nodded and felt the smack of the wood hit against your skin. You let out a moan and bit the fabric of the couch as you cried out. It was finally the feeling you had been chasing. The wood against your skin and the feeling of the cymbals cut into your skin gave you the sting you had been looking forward to. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, tightening the grasps of your hands around your arms. Josh ran a hand over the area as he soothed it with small circles.

“Yeah? Give me a color mama,” Josh said. 

“Gold, fucking gold,” you moaned, fully arched your back and pressing your chest against the couch. 

“Yeah, you want more mama?” Josh asked letting out an amused hum while running the flat off the wood up your inner thigh. You shuddered as you felt him inch it closer and closer to your core. Before he reached it, he pulled it away making you let out a whimper. 

“Please,” you said, in a muffled moan, into the couch. 

“Please what?” Josh asked, taking a fistful of your hair, pulling on it so your neck craned up. 

“Please sir, give me more,” you said as pure lust dripped from your lips. Josh let go of your hair, making you fall forward against the couch. 

“We’re going to count to 10,” Josh said and in an instant, you felt the wood crack against your skin and the jingle of the cymbals as they rattled against each other. 

You let out a deep moan from the back of your throat biting against the fabric of the couch, feeling the sting of it against your skin. The pain took your breath away but made your core ache as your body tingled with pleasure. 

“Tell me the number,” Josh said, grinning the flesh of your ass causing you to whimper as he dug into the broken skin. 

“One,” you said, turning your head to the side to free your mouth of the fabric. 

“Good,” Josh said and then immediately cracked the wood against your other cheek. 

You yelped and clenched your eyes shut, feeling tears prick the corners of them. You clenched your jaw together, sucking in a hiss at the feeling of your skin being broken. 

“Two,” you said through gritted teeth. 

Instantly another blow came to your behind making you let out a groan at the feeling of the wood hitting your sensitive skin. You were sure there were red marks being left against your skin that would turn purple and blue as they bruised, leaving you with a reminder in the morning. 

“Fuck three!” you spat out, as you crossed your ankles. 

Josh repeatedly hit the tambourine against your skin over and over again until your ass was raw, and your throat became hoarse as you cried out numbers for him.

“Fuck seven! Please Joshy! Harder!” you moaned, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. 

You tensed your body up expecting another blow for him. You turned your head to the side as the moment lingered and you didn’t feel the sudden smack against your skin. 

Josh was staring back at you, his face written in concern. His brows were knitted together, and he tilted his head down to further catch your eyes. 

“Are you sure? I feel like I’m just hurting you,” Josh said in a pained voice. 

“No, I promise Joshy I like it,” you said, sucking in an inhale, trying to catch your breath. 

Josh pulled his face to the side, scrunching it together. His eyes dropped down to your ass, and you watched him graze his teeth over his bottom lip, admiring his work. 

“Color now,” Josh said, clenching his jaw together so you could see the muscles flex. 

“Gold.”

Josh let out another relentless blow onto you and this time you couldn’t even draw out a moan, feeling your breath catch in your chest. You dug your nails into the sides of your arms, breaking the skin as you tried to grasp onto anything you could to steady yourself. 

“Eight,” you said in a whisper. “Josh please, I said harder,” you said, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen wind tighter together. 

“You filthy fucking slut, I bet your pretty little cunt is dripping, isn’t it? You should be ashamed of how much this turns you on,” Josh said in a sultry voice that dripped with desire. 

Before you could respond you felt him send another ruthless blow into your raw skin, making your whole-body jolt forward. You let out an audible sob, bitting into the fabric of the couch, breaking it with your teeth. Your whole body shuddered as you drew in shaky breaths. Hot tears continued to roll down your cheeks and you sniffled feeling your nose start to run. 

Josh’s hand came to gently rest on your behind but the small contact of it made you flinch as your skin burned. 

“Number mama,” Josh said, placing small gentle kisses along the delicate skin of your ass. 

“N-nine,” you stuttered in between sobs. 

“You’re doing so good mama, only one more. I’m so proud of you, you’re taking it so well,” Josh said in a string of praise. 

Josh’s praise was just what you needed to hear and left you feeling reassured. You readjusted your body, preparing for the final blow. Josh’s hand pulled away from your ass and you heard the wood whistle through the air as it finally landed on you one last time. 

This time all you did was suck in a breath and focus on your breathing. You unclenched your aching jaw that had hold of the fabric and let your head fall forward against it. 

“Ten,” you said, in a low gravelly voice. 

You heard the sound of the tambourine drop against the floor and instantly were swept into Josh’s arms as he picked you up and gently set you on his lap, being mindful of the tender skin on your ass. 

You were now straddling him, your hands pressed against his chest while he cupped your jaw, raising your head so you met his eye.

His once blown out pupils were now returned to their normal state and the small flecks of amber were highlighted in his brown eyes. His face softened and he used his thumb to brush away a tear that fell down your face. 

“Are you okay mama?” he asked, in a soft voice, leaning his forward to rest his forehead against yours. You let out a sigh and melted yourself forward against him, removing one of your hands from his chest to weave into the strands of his hair. You gently raked your nails over his scalp making a small hum roll off his lips. 

“Yes, I’m okay baby,” you said, placing a soft kiss to his lips. His hands that were stilled on the top of your hips, gripped harder against them as he moaned into your kiss. 

Josh pulled away leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. 

“You promise? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?” Josh asked, tucking loose strands of hair that had fallen behind your ear. 

You quickly shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile. 

“I promise. There was nothing that you did that I didn’t want,” you said, rolling your hips on him, feeling his erection against the inside of your thigh. 

“Good, because now I want to take care of you,” Josh said, rolling his hips up to meet yours. 

He reattached his mouth to you, his kisses now harsh and hungry as the two of you ached to feel one another. You both rolled your hips against each other picking up a steady rhythm.

Josh’s tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you gladly accepted it but parting your mouth open for him. Your tongues swirled around together in each other's mouths as the two of you began to tug and knead into each other's skin. 

Your hand that was resting on his chest now grasped against his bare chest while you dug your nails into the muscle. Your other hand pulled on his hair loosening his curls to create an unruly mess of hair. Josh’s hands dug into your hips, gripping them and rolled your hips forward to meet his. 

You let out a moan, feeling the tip of his cock rub against your aching clit. Josh moved his arm to your lower back and lifted you up and gently laid you down onto the couch, not taking his lips away from yours. 

With this new position, Josh crawled between your legs, holding himself up on the armrest of the couch. You let out a deep moan feeling him nudge his hips against you making you buck yours up against him in response. 

Josh removed his mouth from yours and with his other hand, ran the tip of his finger over the fabric of your panties right on your clit. Your jaw fell slack and you rolled your hips against the pad of his finger. 

“Josh please,” you moaned, looking down to watch his finger tease against you. Josh’s famous smirk appeared. 

Josh looped his fingers into the side of your panties and started to pull them down. You lifted your hips off the couch, allowing Josh to fully free you of your panties. He flung them off to the side and grabbed the bottom of your dress, making you sit up as he pulled the fabric off of you. 

He attached his lips to the side of your neck, attacking it with open mouth kisses. You moaned feeling him suck at that sensitive spot right where your neck met your shoulder. His tongue kicked over the area to soothe the mark he left on your skin. 

Josh’s hand came to rest on your hips, placing a soft kiss against your lips once more. He let his forehead rest against yours as his eyes flicked down to where his hard cock rested up against your thigh. 

Josh took his hand up to his mouth, licking the pads of his fingers before he brought his hand down and began to rub slow circles against your clit. You let out a relieved moan upon feeling his fingers dance over your aching clit that had been left throbbing for him. 

Josh worked his fingers against you slowly, not trying to rush the process, guiding you down the path of pure ecstasy and pleasure. 

His mouth reattached to your neck and he breathed against your skin while trailing small open mouth kisses against you. Your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, finding yourself starting to dance on the edge of your orgasm. You bit your lip trying to stifle a moan that was threatening to escape you. 

Josh pulled his hand away from your clit making you whimper and let out a string of curses. 

“Josh pleased,” you pleaded, aimlessly bucked your hips up trying to search for something to grind against to retrieve the lost sensation. 

Josh let out a chuckle into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin before bringing his finger back down between your legs. 

This time you felt his middle finger rub circles around your entrance, spreading around your pooled arousal. 

“Mmm, all of this for me baby?” Josh asked lifting his head from your neck to look up at you with lust ridden eyes. 

You bit your lip and nodded; your brows tilted upward feeling Josh slide his middle finger into you. You clenched around him letting out a soft moan while he slowly began to pump into you. 

Josh let out a moan himself at the feeling of you gripping around his fingers. He started to roll his hips against you, his erection now rubbing against your inner thigh. 

Josh slowly worked his fingers in you, winding up the coil that sprung deep inside you. The pad of his finger brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you, eliciting a deep moan from you. He slowly pulled his finger out of you making you whine but you soon felt relief at the feeling of his other finger plunge into you. 

This time Josh quickly worked his fingers into you, not holding you back for a second while you found yourself quickly approaching your orgasm. The sound of your wetness could be heard each time Josh flicked his fingers in and out of you. 

Your brows furrowed together, and you closed your eyes as swirls of colors began to dance behind your eyes.  

“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna cum, you said, grasping his upper arm and squeezed your legs around him. 

“I know baby,” Josh said, resting his now damn forehead against yours. “Cum for me.”

You instantly felt yourself release around his fingers and you felt your whole body shake while a loud moan escaped from the depths of your chest. Your head fell forward, and your hands gripped ruthlessly against his arm as the coil snapped deep inside of you. 

“That’s its baby,” Josh said softly pressing his nose into the side of your cheek. 

Your chest quickly rose and fell as you gasped for air. Josh’s fingers still inside you while you rode out the end of your orgasm. Josh placed a small kiss to the side of your head, withdrawing his fingers from you. 

Josh pushed himself up and sat back on his heels in between your legs. He brought his fingers that were coated in your arousal up to his lips and sucked you off his fingers making him throw his head back and moan upon tasting you off his fingers.  

“Fuck you always taste so good,” Josh said, leaning forward and running his hand against the inside of your thigh. 

He positioned himself back against you and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your clit making you squirm from the overstimulation. 

“You think you can handle a little more?” Josh asked, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast. 

“Yes,” you said, bucking your hips up against him in response. 

You watched him lean back up and hold himself in his hand, rubbing the head of himself against you. His brows knit together as he licked his bottom lip watching himself get covered in your slick. 

Josh teased himself around you before taking himself to your entrance and slowly dipping himself into you. You arched your back and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Fuck,” Josh cursed, falling forward and placing his hand on the armrest to hold himself up. His other hand came to grip at your hip as he slowly started to roll his hips into you. 

Your hand gripped at his shoulder as he started to pick up a steady pace. You bit your bottom lip feeling him start to rub over the spot deep inside of you, causing you to clench around him. 

You looked up at him to see him watching you and he let out a groan at the feeling of you squeezing around his dick. A thin layer of sweat now coated his face and upper lip as he worked himself into you. 

He moved his hand that was holding himself up on the couch and moved it under your neck, holding you against him. His pace quickened while he relentlessly started to pound into you. Deep grunts were pulled from him as he repeatedly snapped his hips into you. 

You screamed his name and dug your nails into his shoulders feeling yourself squeeze around him as he began to pull a second orgasm from you. 

“Josh fuck, you’re going to make me cum again,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head fall against his shoulder. The room was filled with the sound of your damp skin against each other as his hips hit against the back of your thighs. 

“Cum for me baby,” Josh said, releasing the grip he had on your hip, bringing it down in between you as he started to rub slow circles against your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, biting into the flesh of his shoulder. You felt the muscles in your stomach tighten and your whole body contracted in as Josh pulled a second orgasm from you. Your voice was now hoarse as you screamed his name. 

“There you go baby,” Josh said, cradling your body against him. The rhythm of hips began to falter, and he fell against you as his own orgasm overtook him. You felt his cock twitch from inside you, feeling his warm spurts fill you up, covering your walls. 

Your bodies were coated in sweat and the two of you were breathing heavy as you floated back down from your climax. Josh pulled his arm out from behind your head and brushed away your hair that clung to the sides of your face and neck. 

He leaned forward and placed a kiss onto your lips, making the two of you groan. He pulled away and looked down at you and smiled, the tops of his cheeks were tinted a light pink.

“You okay mama?” he asked, noticing the dead expression on your face. 

“Yeah,” you said, smiling while you closed your eyes, feeling the effects of your post orgasm haze set in. 

Josh let out a chuckle and picked you up, still inside of you as he walked over the vanity and set yourself down on it. He then withdrew himself making the two of you suck in a hiss while he placed a kiss onto your shoulder. 

You smiled up at him and brushed away the hair that clung to his forehead. His eyes moved away from your face to look over your shoulder. You followed his gaze, turning your neck to see both of your reflections in the mirror. 

Your eyes moved down to where he was looking, and you sucked in a gasp seeing the marks left on your ass. Deep shades of purple covered your skin along with red welts from where the tiny cymbals cut into your skin. 

“I’m sorry mama,” Josh said, rubbing his hand over your thigh. 

“It’s okay,” you said, turning your head back to face him. You gave him a reassuring smile which he returned. He reached over and grabbed a towel that was sitting on the vanity and started to clean both of you up. 

You heard him let out a chuckle and your eyes immediately flashed up as your brows knit together. 

“What’s so funny?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“Nothing, I just thought it would be funny if I bought you one of those pillows that people use when they break their tailbone,” Josh said, laughing. 

“Oh, shut up,” you said, playfully hitting his arm. 

“What! I’m just saying it might help,” Josh said, holding his hands up in his defense. 

“Yeah yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

Josh threw the towel across the room and stepped forward, resting his palms on the tops of your thighs. 

“You know I love you right,” Josh said, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 

“I know, I love you too Joshy.” 

[gardensgatekeeper]

Brightest Star

"After all, you're my brightest star."

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 218

Warnings: Just fluff, absolute heart melting mush

You'd always been a fan of Josh's eccentric style. In fact, it was the first thing you'd noticed about him the first time you two met at a party. While everyone was dressed casual, he somehow effortlessly stood out in a flashy blazer and loafers you could've sworn actually came out of your closet. The way he challenged feminine and masculine clothing standards to create uniquely stylish looks was something you truly admired. So when you tagged along with Josh for a wardrobe fitting for their upcoming tour, you weren't the least bit surprised to see a plethora of pieces with sequins, sparkles, and shiny fabrics. But you were taken aback when Josh revealed his favorite piece, a large cape adorned with thousands of intricately placed beads in a beautiful star-constellation pattern. "You wanna know why this one is my favorite? Well apart from the obvious." He chuckled before continuing. "See the placement of the stars? Those were the constellations in the sky the night we met." You gasped, turning to look him in the eyes as yours began to water. "Josh...I-" You were in absolute shock. Nobody had ever done something so meaningful for you in this way. "That way, you're always with me even when you actually aren't. After all, you are my brightest star."

[gretavanlace]

Sugar II (part 8)

Jake Kizska x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: adult content, language, brief illusions to sex, angst, jealousy, etc.

Only two chapters to go and an epilogue, everyone. I’m so grateful that you have taken this little journey with me. Thank you so much for all your kind words, support, and care. You’re all so wonderful ❤️

“Oh my god, Jake,” your eyes are darting around the room like a mouse with a rabid alley cat slinking, famished and cruel, into its path.

Your unease trumps his delighted gloating instantly, “What do you want me to do, sugar? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

When you steal a glance at the window, longing to climb out and disappear, he hops on the train of your thought process right away, “You want me to duck out?”

You know Jake through and through, and staring into his eyes as your heart drums paranoid vibrations into your rib cage, you’re stunned to watch him offer to give up this chance to square off with whom he has come to see as his most bitter rival. That he would do that for you? That all you would have to do is ask and he would crawl out and wander off into the golden afternoon sunshine like an afterthought…

You really do own his whole heart, you realize at the most inopportune of moments. Your grip on his soul is just as tight as his fingers have always clawed down inside yours…fierce and beautiful in their unrelenting grip.

But haven’t you always known? Hasn’t it always been written across his skin? Etched in his gaze? Sculpted into the bow of his lips when he whispers your name? Evident in his touch?

“No,” you shake your head, willing the mess inside of it to go away, rejecting the thought of him leaving. You want him near, you need him near. To let him go right now, even for a second, seems an agonizing punishment that you cannot bear to suffer. No matter the consequences.

“Stay. But please…” you rush over to him, helping him to his feet while stealing glances at the doorway, “Please just behave and follow my lead, okay? Please?”

”Normally, I like it when you use your manners,” he sighs, smoothing out his clothes, as well as a lock of your hair that has fluttered out of place, “But that’s too many pleases and you look petrified. Why?” His voice is suddenly intense yet careful, as is his grip on your arm, “Does he hurt you?”

They idea is entirely laughable, but there’s no time for that, so you brush him off with a swipe of your hand and a flippant, “Don’t be stupid, Jake.”

Without allowing yourself to think it through, you begin ushering him down the hall towards the front room, but what will you find there? Doom or salvation?

How will these pieces fall together? Something solid and heavy in your heart tells you Jake will do as you have asked and play nice, but another facet buried even deeper inside is rocked with anxiety and screaming that it’s only wishful thinking to believe such a fairytale.

”Hey hon,” jovially rings out as he steps in through the garage, “I saw your car! We’re both home early? Looks like the universe knew how much I missed you!”

Jake turns to catch your eye as you shove him along, but you refuse to meet his gaze. You're unsure of what you’ll find there and this isn’t the time for uncertainties.

Would you find sadness threatening to roll hot tears down his cheeks? Anger threatening to boil over in his fiery chocolate irises? Accusation and resentment for what you’re about to subject him to?

Oh god, you can’t do this! Suddenly, and absurdly, you wish you could fade into the gentle, lush, green paint that you had once rolled upon the hallway walls, paying meticulous attention to detail. Build this home, had been the plan…bury him away under paint and sanded cabinets. Art perched on the walls and throw pillows piled on the bed.

You’d love to disappear and leave them perplexed and confused, wondering what became of you. To vanish into nothing like a dust mote blown away upon the lightest, softest breeze.

You’re a coward.

While your thoughts are busy with that, Jake’s are grappling with each other. Tangled up and struggling. He’d very much like to stomp into the front room and shut this man up. With his booming voice calling out how much he’s missed you like he has some claim over you. Like you’re his. Like he doesn’t understand that you could never really be anyone’s because you’re much too good for this whole goddamn world. That you’re precious, like the rarest of stones and anyone who is lucky enough to hold you in their palm should fall on their knees in thanks.

He sounds so fucking common. Does he think you’re common as well? Jake can’t stomach the thought.

So, yes, he’d like to stroll into the room, casual as you please, and announce that he is taking you away from this ridiculous illusion where you play house and pretend to be satisfied. He longs to tell him how he’s made love to you, how he’s fucked you. How you’ve begged for him and swore no one could ever be him. Jake wants to tell him that the ring he put on your finger has been in his mouth, that he spat it out and you didn’t even care. That you hardly even noticed. Jake would almost kill to watch Mr. Wonderful’s face crumple in defeat and loss…

But he loves you far too much, and to say all those things would hurt you, too.

Scar your heart he will not.

He’s shrugging off his suit blazer when you both appear. It’s a mundane action, one that repeats itself nearly every evening, but you stand still and shellshocked, unable to jolt yourself into some semblance of normalcy until Jake subtly nudges you with a ginger elbow.

“Hi,” you begin, a touch too loudly, “Yeah, you’re early! I actually didn’t end up going to work today. Old friend in town. We went to the movies. And then we came here. He wanted to see the house. I…I told him about it. I was just giving him the tour.”

You sound robotic and ridiculous, but he doesn’t appear to notice. Rather, he looks delighted when his eyes land on Jake and recognition settles in.

”Ah, I know you!” He laughs, marching forward with an outstretched hand. “The almost brother in law. Good to finally meet you.”

His grasp on Jake’s hand is strong and sure as he pumps it up and down. The genuine gladness in his gesture makes you want to tear your own hair out in penance.

Or is it the ‘almost brother in law’ moniker that has made you nauseous?

Yes, that’s what you boiled Jacob down to. You had held nothing back about your relationship with Josh…but Jake? You just couldn’t. To speak of him, to share him that way…it had seemed incomprehensible. And how could you ever put it into words, anyway? How could anyone ever understand what he was to you? What he is to you? No, it had seemed best to keep him locked away, silent and safe in your memories. Tucked away in your heart. The boy in the bubble.

Jake’s face is unreadable as he sizes up this opponent before him. This rival who has just unknowingly stepped into the ring. This blissfully unaware adversary. He is a doe who has wandered idly into the path of a dangerously ravenous mountain lion, and he doesn’t even know it. Ignorance really does seem like bliss in this moment, and you long for it.

“Yes, the almost brother in law,” his tone is slightly clipped, but no one, aside from you - and perhaps his brothers - would ever notice. “That’s me. And you are?”

Here we go. He’s going to love this.

They drop hands and a friendly clap lands on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m Jake, too. What are the odds?”

A sharp, satisfied laugh bursts out of Jake, head tipped back, adam’s apple bobbing gleefully, and you long to tell the smug bastard to just shut the hell up, but it’s over quickly enough.

”Yes,” he sighs, with a shake of his head that ends in his eyes blazing holes into your soul, “What are the odds?”

”’Course this one over here calls me by my middle name, James. Says it fits me. No one else does, though, so choice is yours. Man, it’s so great to finally meet you.” He’s prattling on now, never having met a stranger, “You know we’ve got all your work over there in the case. You’re a hell of a guitar player. I tried to learn in high school, mostly to impress girls…never could get it. Anyway…”

Jake is eyeing him like he doesn’t know what to make of this man standing there, cordial and warm, tossing out compliments and bids for conversation.

His eyes are traveling over this unfamiliar being, now so tangible and real, who has had his hands all over you. Who has had his mouth pressed to your precious body, who has whispered against your skin, who has made love to you in the still of the night, and held you, and rested beside you, breathing in tandem. Who has gotten down on one knee and asked you to be his wife.

And you said yes...you said yes.

He wants to hurt him. Both physically and emotionally. He wants to level him. To crush him into nothing. And though this Jake, James, or whatever his name is, isn’t to blame, he wants it all the same. He wishes he could lure him into his palm like a revolting insect and squeeze until he was no more than something vile to be wiped away with a Kleenex.

Instead, he tilts his head in the direction of the vinyls and shrugs off the accolades, “Fuckin’ Zeppelin cover band.”

James laughs uproariously and gestures into the room welcomingly, “Why are we all standing around like this? Have a seat…please. Make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Water? A beer? Whiskey? I know it’s early, but special occasions call for special circumstances, I always say.”

Eyes on you, he shrugs out a response that would be lost on anybody but you, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

Once you’re alone for a moment, he shakes his head with a gorgeous, if not self-satisfied, smirk sparking to life upon his face. “His name is Jake? Oh, sugar…” he’s laughing softly now, and sinking down into the cushions of the couch, “creature of habit, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

”Shut up!” You hiss, eyes flickering towards the kitchen doorway, “Coincidence. That’s all. Don’t be so fucking full of yourself. Now, please just be nice.”

He quiets down, drawing the back of his forefinger beneath his eye dramatically as if he has laughed himself to tears, “I’m being very nice and you know it. Don’t push it.”

You sit, as far away from him as the couch will allow, but instantly he’s leaned in close. “What do you think he would do if I got down on my knees right here and buried my face in that gorgeous little cunt of yours? Showed him how it’s really done.”

”Jacob!” You barely make a sound as you admonish him with a clipped shove to settle him.

He slinks back into his seat with another laughing shake of his head, “This is perfect.”

”I hate you.” You lie.

”Sure you do, sugar,” he winks, crossing his legs to get comfy, “Sure you do. Almost brother in law, huh? Is that what I’ve been reduced to?”

He’s still chuckling quietly to himself while a strange mix of panic and tears begins to churn around inside of you like a slow moving summer storm. He’s gearing up, you can feel it, and the thought of it all is too much, your metaphorical knees are beginning to shake. This could end so, so badly.

“Later, Jake…” you’re beseeching without shame, pleading with your watery gaze. “We’ll talk about it later. Please just stop.”

His palm cradles your cheek so softly you wonder if anyone has ever touched someone as gently as he touches you, “Settle down, baby. I won’t make trouble for you.”

How laughable that he can’t seem to recognize that you’ve brought this trouble on all by yourself. No help needed.

He has moved to create a respectable distance between the two of you by the time James is sweeping back into the room bearing a tray flush with drinks and snacks.

”Here, sweetie,” he drops a kiss upon the top of your head, presenting a glass. “Made you a mimosa…I know you like to keep it light through the week.”

You somehow manage a thank you and sip at the sweet, bubbly mix, praying it calms your frayed nerves.

”For us,” he extends the tray and you watch as Jake plucks a low ball glass from it, “bourbon. Unless you’d rather browse the bar. Plenty to choose from.”

”Bourbon is fantastic,” Jake nips at his glass. “Thank you.”

There is a palpable disdain hovering around Jake like a murky aura, but there is heartbreak there too. Aching and black. Heavy and weighing down the light that normally follows him around like a strange shadow…and you’d give anything to take it away.

For just a breath, you intend to do just that. To rise to your feet and stomp all over James’ open, trusting heart. To tell him the truth. To tell him you’re leaving. You nearly take Jake by the hand and drag him towards the door and leave everything else behind without explanation…simply to end his suffering.

Your lips nearly part to say the words when you’re cut off.

“Oh. I almost forgot,” James leans forward in his chair and grabs for your hand, absently running his thumb against your own, “Erin called. She said you guys had a great time the other day, said you’d planned something for this weekend? Wedding planning?”

Erin. His sister. You’ve grown close but it wouldn’t hurt to leave her behind. It wouldn’t even sting…not for Jake.

You squeeze his hand with a tiny smile and fight rolling nausea at the mere mention of the wedding in Jake’s presence. From the corner of your eye, you watch him tense, but he recovers quickly and drains his glass to the dredges in one pull.

”Well,” suddenly, he’s on his feet. “I’ve taken enough of your time today. It was good to see you.” His eyes are unreadable and shift quickly away from your own. “James, good to meet you and thank you for the hospitality.”

”Don’t run off on my account,” James is on his feet now as well, “We’d love to have you stay for dinner. I make a mean chicken Kiev, and…”

”No,” Jake interrupts, gaze jumping towards the door as if he can’t get away fast enough. “I’ve got a flight to catch in just a few hours, need to head back…you know how it goes.”

He sounds ineloquent and so unlike himself… and you can feel it - his heartbreak - in your bones as though you’ve crawled inside his body and curled up beside it like a clinging lover.

“Jake,” you can’t seem to move from your seat, your body uncooperative and rebellious, “Your car is still at the theater, let me drive you…”

”Drive me?” He is staring at you, white hot and desperate…the mask is finally slipping. He has played pretend all he can for the day. “And then what?”

”And then…” again, you are a coward. A fucking coward. “I don’t know. What do you mean, and then?”

The room is silent for a beat - with words unspoken crashing into the space between yourself and Jake, and James struggling to understand this strange exchange.

With the slightest nod of his head, Jacob silently encourages you. Urges you. Come with me, sugar…it seems to say, come home.

But still you sit, frozen and paralyzed. A horrified doe staring down the hunter’s muzzle.

Another nod, clipped and more obvious this time, responds to your inaction. “I’ll walk. Again, thank you for having me.”

The door closes behind him in a blink, and he is gone. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve imagined him completely…

Looking down at your shaking hands in your lap, you realize you never even made it to your feet. You sat, unmoving, and watched him go.

~

Hours later, you’re standing outside an unfamiliar door, anxiously clutching at the straps of the bag tossed over your shoulder.

And when that unfamiliar door swings open, your heart unclenches, for there he stands. Showered, smelling of soap and warmth, hair curled into dampened, loose ringlets, beat to hell jeans riding low on his hips.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “If it isn’t Mrs. Wonderful…”

“Hi,” it comes out meek and small, but flush full of the comfort that is being near him.

”How’d you find me?” His arms cross loosely, with a faded smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

”Were you hiding?” Why hasn’t he turned to lead you in?

”From you, pretty girl?” He scoffs as if the very idea is preposterous. “Never.”

Yet, on he stands as though barring your entrance…as though he intends to send you on your way any moment.

”I called Josh,” you offer, wringing at your bag’s handles idly, simply for something to do with your hands. “He told me where you were staying.” Your gaze skitters over the house. “It’s nice. Cozy.”

He nods, “Airbnb. You mentioned something about us always being in hotels, before. I thought, if there was a chance I’d be hosting you, you might like something a little more…domestic. Though, I see now that you have plenty of that going for you already, right? Domesticity?”

“Do I deserve that?”

His shoulders hunch inwardly slightly, he knows you’re right, and he knows he’s being a bit of an asshole as well. “No, I suppose you don’t.”

”Are you going to invite me in? I feel a little stupid standing out here.” Vulnerability seems of such insignificance when it is Jacob in question. He knows your bare soul so well anyway.

Still, he allows you to dangle on his string, twisting languidly in the soft, evening breeze. “Why’d you call Josh to find me? Why not just call me? Missing my better half now that you’ve had a bit of fun with me?”

Now there’s a slight irritation traipsing along your nerves, and damned if you’re going to mask it. “Alright, either let me in or tell me to go to hell. I’m not going to beg for your good graces.”

”Are you coming in to stay? Or are you here to say goodbye? Because my heart has had enough for one day.”

”Oh, fuck off, Jacob.” You huff, pushing past him into the house. You slump your bag off your shoulder and onto the floor and then turn on him. “Sorry to have interrupted your pity party, but what did you think was going to happen today? Did you think it was going to be spectacular and wonderful to walk around in the life that I live with someone else? You practically fucked me in the bedroom I share with him. You lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree when you realized he was home. You wanted this, and you know what I think your problem is? I think you liked him.”

”Fuck you!” He slams the door closed and looks you over like you’ve lost your mind entirely. “You think I liked him? I couldn’t give a fuck less about him. He made my skin crawl. Do you know what it was like for me to watch him touch you? The way he looked at you…”

He falls silent and suddenly refuses to meet your eyes, and your heart breaks right alongside his.

Tentatively, you reach out and rest your palm against his cheek, “The way he looked at me doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It never really has.”

His hand floats up to meet yours, “He looked at you with so much love. Like he would give you the entire world. It made me feel not good enough. It made me feel like I should leave and let it be. Like I was wrong for showing up and rattling your whole life around.”

You’re backing him up against the door now, his gorgeous, stricken face held fast in your sure and gentle hands. “Not good enough? You? Oh, Jakey…” you pet at his face worshipfully, “We have a garden, remember? And you help me harvest, and I know you feed me those tiny tomatoes I like. You know? The little yellow ones? And they’re all gone before we even get inside.”

He’s nodding along as you pepper kisses upon his cheeks and forehead.

“And we have a porch swing, and a piano, and beautiful babies, and a cat…and you sing to us, and love us hard every single minute of every single day. And you make us so, so happy. And I wake up every morning with a smile on my face because I packed this stupid bag,” your foot darts out and kicks it, “and shoved my way inside when you refused to invite me in.”

”Don't say things you don’t mean, sugar…” his hands are in your hair now, guiding your mouth to his own so that he can lick inside it. He needs to taste you - needs to feel the silken velvet of your tongue, “I can’t take it, baby.”

You’re breathing each other's breath, lips like feathers dancing together soft and sweet, holding on to one another as if you might both just vanish into nothing in an instant, “I mean it, Jake…” you promise, “I mean it. You are everything,”

You can almost hear the pounding of his heart as the heat of his need begins to radiate and warm you, “Because I can’t stand the thought of leaving, of thinking you’ll follow, only for you to change your mind. It would kill me, sugar. So, please don’t say these things to me if you—“

You silence him with a deep, feverish kiss and then break away, forehead to forehead, “I’m not following later. I’m coming with you. This is where I am now…with you.”

Tears well in his eyes and spill over, hot and saline, as you lick and kiss them away. “I love you, pretty girl…” it chokes out of him, rasping as he swallows thickly, “I love you so fucking much. I’ve imagined this moment in so many different ways, but it was never as perfect as this. Tell me you know how much I love you.”

”I know, and I—“ it is he who interrupts with a desperate kiss this time.

And you know that later he will ask, and when he asks you will tell him what was said back at that house that broke his heart in two - how you ended things with the one who really never mattered at all…

…but for now all that matters is the taste of him on your lips. His air-drying hair looped through your searching fingers. Your hearts and lungs syncing, with his tears like brackish diamonds in your stomach because you have finally swallowed his sorrow and unburdened him from it.

He seems lighter in your arms already…closer now to the sun than he had ever been to the moon before.

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[jakesguitarsolo]

the solar eclipse

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Everything

18+ minors DNI

Word count : 1k

Warnings: adult content, unprotected sex , oral sex , fingering , tobacco use , fluff , friends to lovers , soft Jake .

Parings : Jake X fem reader

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that"  Jake said as you showed him the texts your ex was sending you . He seemed weirdly serious and irritated.

"when is he ever going to stop?" You groan as you read the 10 text in a row your ex sent you .

"He won't because you keep shutting your mouth" jake snapped , and honestly you were surprised at the anger on his tone . He's usually very friendly and never gets angry at you .

He was your best friend. The both of you had the connection of muisc and so many other things you could never have with anyone else . He helped you break up with your uptight ex a week ago . But wasn't happy that you and your ex were going to stay friends.

"I can't just block him Jake" you reasoned .

"Don't block him then ! At least tell him to stop begging for you back every 5 seconds!" Jake said his voice raised .

"I did!" You yell back in frustration.

"You're supposed to support me not yell at me for everything I do Jake! This is hard for me!" You yell , but not showing any anger .

"Don't expect me to support you when you won't take any of my advice"  Jake said , he wasn't even looking at you , his eyes on the tv . But you could tell he wasn't interested in the show at all . He just didn't want to look at you .

"Are you mad at me?" You ask , hurt by what he just said . He was genuinely pissed .

"Why would I be ? You're free to do whatever you want. Just don't come and ask me for advice and then not take it and come crying to me again" he said harshly , still not looking at you .

"So you're tired of me then" you tried your best to contain your tears . Jake had never spoken to you like this before . Ever. Even in arguments he could never really be mean or rude to you .

He finally looked at you with hints of sympathy in his eyes when he noticed how soft your tone had gone .

"No- i-" jake sighed heavily before speaking again .

"Fine. Im mad" jake looked away again , this time because he was embarrassed.

"You waste so much time on that asshole when he doesn't deserve you y|n . Why can't you just see you deserve better and block him ? Do you think he cares that he hurt you ?" Jake asks , his voice sounding agitated.

"And tonight was supposed to be movie night but here you are talking about him again . I could never have treated you how he did and you're still choosing him over me" his eyes swelled up with tears as he looked at you dead in the eye.

"Jake-" you couldn't form out a sentence. Jake was the sweetest to you .

"I'm sorry I didn't-" you barely whisper when you realise you've been treating him like shit .

"Yeah whatever" jake stood off the couch and went outside. You called out after him but you figured he needed to be away from you for a while .

You sat on the couch for 10 minutes until you decided to go out to him , finding him on the patio , leaning on the wooden railing with a cigarette in his hand , looking out into the night .

"Jake?" You call , wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek at his back . He was quiet, neither did he move .

"I'm sorry I treated you like you don't matter. I just I was so caught up with wanting to be treated right by that asshole that I forgot I already have you." You say . And you felt him ease into your embrace

"I won't ever do that to you again . I'll listen to the advice you give me. And I'm not gonna settle on any guy that doesn't treat me how you treat me .And I'll-" you were cut off by Jake ripping your arms off around him . You looked at him in confusion as he avoided eye contact.

"I need to go" jake spoke as he walked past you , his voice sounded like he had a throat full of fire .

"What-? Jake! But I'm sorry!" You yelled as you began to cry , watching him head back inside you grab his things.

"Can you at least talk to me Jake I'm sorry" you walk in after him to stop him from grabbing his things .

"What's wrong with you!? Fine I'll block him!" You say , grabbing his shoulder to turned him to face you . You heard a loud thunder before it started to rain .

"Forget it y|n" he walked past you to the door.

"I said I'll block him and I said I'm sorry what more do you want!?" You yell as he ignored you off the porch and headed to his car , the rain getting heavier.

"Jake!" You grabbed his arm before he could open his car door , both of you getting wet with the rain .

"What is this about?! Why are you so pissed?!" you said as you held his arm tight .

"Because y|n!" He yelled and snapped his arm out of your grip before looking right at you again .

You stood there getting drenched, waiting for him to continue his sentence as the tears kept streaming down your face .

His gaze softed , his eyes took a single glance at your lips . You couldn't read him in that moment. Usually you and Jake didn't even need to talk to communicate , you could just look at him and you'll know. But now it felt like you were looking at a stranger. Like it wasn't the Jake you knew at all .

You were lost in thought when Jake grabbed the small of your back and pressed his lips against yours. He was nervous but it was like he wanted to do this for a very long time . You couldn't process your bestfriend was kissing you .

Just as your eyes closed to melt into the kiss he pulled back , looking at you with panicked eyes.

The rain got heavier, you couldn't even keep your eyes open as you stared back at him . You'd never seen him so nervous.

"Jake i-" you barely whisper. But you couldn't finish your sentence. His brown scared eyes , pink lips and the outline of his chiseled face seemed extra evident.

In that moment, you felt a rush of overwhelm . how you felt about Jake changed in a fraction of seconds .

You couldn't imagine ever loosing him . He was one of the only people that truely knew you . What he meant to you was more than you realised . You felt like you could do anything for him .

You raised yourself on your toes and threw your arms around him , your lips catching his like they were made for him . He was your other half and you loved him more than you thought.

His arms wrapped around your waist extremely tightly as he kissed you back , he was slightly shocked , overwhelm pulsating through the both of you .

You could taste the rain on his lips as you sucked on his bottom lip , opening your mouth for him to slip his tongue in .

He turned and pushed your back against his car , grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you up against the car door so he could kiss you with all he had .

The kiss was pure adoration and emotion , it was everything he had pent up . All what he felt , that he couldn't say with words .

You pulled on his soaking dreads as his tongue rubbed against yours with a mixture of saliva and rain water .

You broke the kiss to catch your breath but he didn't want to stop kissing you . His lips immediately attached to your neck , kissing you passionately as you breathed to catch your breath , stretching your neck for him to have more place .

Your eyes rolled back unexpectedly as you let out a soft gasp when he licked and sucked a certain spot under you ear . He kissed you like breathing didn't even matter to him .

He leaned you off the car . with your legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you into the house , tripping almost thrice as he walked up to the door and kicked it open , never breaking the kiss .

The sudden change of environment made you feel different. The both of you were wet and cold .

he staggered up to your bedroom, walking up to the side side of your bed . You dropped your legs from around his waist and knelt on the edge of the bed as he continued to kiss you .

You moved back on the bed , still on your knees as you pulled him into the bed with you . He crawled on the bed on his knees just as you were , still desperate to continue the kiss despite all the movement.

He kissed you down flat on the bed , till you were lying on your back with him Stradling you .

He went back to kissing your neck , this time more gentle than last time , like he was caressing you with his lips .

You could feel his heart thrumming rapidly , And his hand that cupped your cheeks was trembling .

"Jake-" you whisper as you propped yourself on your elbows, making him break away and look at you with the same nervous brown eyes.

You took his hand that cupped your cheek and held it out , you eyes widened as you watched his hand shaking. It wasn't that cold for him to be shivering.

"Hey it's just me" you coo in concern , interlocking your fingers with him , realising he was nervous and panicking, your other hand tucking his damp hair behind his ear.

"You mean everything to me y|n" he spoke , pressing his lips on the back of your hand that held his , his eyes never leaving yours .

His voice was calm and confident but his body language and eyes said otherwise.

"You're everything to me too, Jake" you say pulling him into a hug .

You straddled him and switched to kissing his neck , you could feel him breathing heavily as he massaged his fingers into your scalp .

His eyes rolled back and he let out soft high pitched hums and groans as you sucked on his neck

You sat up slightly to pull his tshirt over his head . He sat up too , helping you before throwing his shirt off the bed . You were now straddling his lap .

You lunged back to pepper kisses down his neck and to his collarbone . You caressed his sides and ran your fingers over his stomach and chest as you left marks all over him , His head tilting back , exposing his neck .

You finally stopped and looked at him , his eyebrows pinched together, his face flushed and red , his eyes half closed , his hands holding your waist tightly.

You kissed his deprived pink lips that seemed to be longing for your kiss.

You could feel him hard under you . You slipped your hand between the two of you while kissing him and palmed his bluge .

His mouth opened agape as you continued kissing him , letting out muffled whimpers into your mouth .

You broke the kiss and crawled down to his stomach as he lay back , propping himself on his elbows , watching you nervously as you undid his damp jeans .

He lifted his hips as you pulled his jeans with his jocks down his thighs , letting his cock spring up to his stomach .

You immediately grabbed his base and looked up at him as you closed in to his crotch . He was breathy rapidly, his eyebrows furrowed tight in desperation.

"ah fuckk" his head dropped back and his face scrunched up for a second as you licked the underpart of his tip , pressing your flattened out tongue against it .

His whole body was tensed and his hands grabbed your hair messily to ground himself.

You ran you tongue between his shaft and licked up the back of his cock from the base , watching him whine and whince .

You finally wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked your cheeks in as you went down further on his length.

"fuck- oh shit" Jake whimpered as you went deep enough to gag on his cock , you started bobbing your head once your throat adjusted to his size , making him start to moan out sinful sounds.

You loved the sounds he was making, you could feel your panties soaking. You squeezed your legs together in hopes of some friction.

"stop!" He whined almost pushing you off him, making you immediately stop .

"what's wrong?" You ask in worry as you looked up at him . His legs slightly trembling as you slowly pumped his base .

"I don't wanna cum just yet" he sat up again and pulled you up to his face with the grip he had on your hair , meeting his lips with yours in a messy kiss before turning you over to lie on your back .

He tugged his jeans down his leg and threw them away before he crawled down to your stomach and lifted you tshirt up slightly, planting open mouth kisses around your waist .

You took your wet top off and watched his eyes go black and wide as he stared at your breasts while you unclipped your bra .

"shit" he muttered to himself placing kissing up your stomach going up between your breasts, his hands cupping them as he gently rubbed his thumbs over the nipples , making you whine .

"so pretty" Jake murmured as he sucked on your breast making you arch into his face , holding his head and pulling on his almost-dry locks .

You felt his hand cup your clothed heat making you thrust up for some friction , letting out a desperate sigh .

He smiled slyly at how desperate you were as he crawled back down to give you want you wanted .

He took your shorts off and you desperately helped him . He threw your clothes off the bed leaving the both of you fully naked.

His eyes fixed at the wetness between your legs as he made himself comfortable between them , wrapping his arms around your thighs and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

He kissed you folds before stuffing his face between them and lapping at them , sucking at your nervous bundle and moving his tongue in circles . You were screaming his name and thrusting up into his face , pulling his hair and closing your legs on him .

"Fuck! Jacob-!" You gasped when he slipped his finger into your hole , curling it up at your gspot perfectly.

He nibbled on your clit slightly making you almost loose it as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

"Fuck don't stop Jake! Right there!" You yell in desperation. Feeling a tight knot in your stomach as you came to the edge of your relief.

You screamed louder as if you were in pain when he slipped two of his fingers inside you , stretching you out carefully before scissoring them side you and curling up at your gspot . Switching between the movements in a steady pace while working his tongue on your clit .

You let out a couple more cusses and moans before you squirt on his fingers, he lapped you up and licked his fingers , kissing your folds and riding out your orgasm as you spasmed under him .

"fuck where did you learn that?" You ask in breathlessly . In all the years you knew Jake , you never knew he was this good at sex . All this time you'd been wanting someone to treat you right when you had jake right under your nose .

Jake shrugged with a proud smile , coming back to your face to kiss you . A hint of his smile still lingering on his mouth as you tasted yourself off his lips .

"I need you y|n" Jake mumbled , grinding his boner against your thighs as he kissed you .

"fuck me Jacob" you whimper in his mouth . You could only imagine Jake satisfying the painful ache you were feeling. Sex with other guys was different. It was like you were putting on a show for eachother.

But it Jake it was different, it was so intense and intimate. You needed him , you needed to know how he could make you feel , you needed to know the face he made as he fucked the shit out of you and the sounds he made when he came undone .

He sat up slightly, desperately spreading your legs over his shoulders for him . You watched as he aligned his tip to your entrance, glancing up at you for a second before rubbing his cock through your sensitive wet folds.

His hips thrusting into your folds as he watched you squirm , coating his cock with your arousal. He was panting and sweating, his hands still shaking slightly with overwhelm , his eyes staring at where your bodies met .

"please" you breathe out , not being able to take it anymore. He looked up at you , his gaze making your limbs weak .

He pulled back and aligned himself with your hole , pushing himself right in with one hard thrust , making you scream and arch up .

He grabbed your waist to hold you in place as he began slamming hard Into you . You dug your heels into his ribcage , the position he had you had his cock hitting just the right places.

"jake- don't stop! Fuck!" You scream , pulling on the bedsheets or whatever was in your reach.

Jake had his mouth hanging open , letting out high rapid pants , his eyes rolling back as he tried to keep eye contact with you.

He let go of your waist, wrapping his arms around you instead, his face burying into your chest as he thrusted harder .

You were screaming his name as you lost all feeling in your legs and the desperation in your core vibrated through you. The sound of his wet skin slapping against yours and the sinful sounds that came out your mouths was all that could be heard.

"fuck- fuck! Y|n I'm so close!" Jake whined , his pace slowed but his thrusts still strong. You could feel him pulsating inside you and it made you shudder .

You couldn't speak to tell him you were almost there too , all that left your mouth was sinful wails of pleasure.

"please- y|nnn" Jake whined you could feel he was using everything in him to hold back his release for you .

Just like that you felt your orgasm shoot over you , spasming and screaming out Jake's name as you came . Jake groaned loudly as he came with you, his liquids seeping down your thighs as he slowly rode out his high.

The both of you were out of breath , eyes half lidded and covered in sweat as he pulled out of you.

"do you wanna date me?" You spit out, still gasping for breath .

He immediately looked at you like a dog hearing their favourite word .

"do you?" He asked , like having sex with him 3 seconds ago wasn't an obvious answer.

You nodded confidently with smile creeping up your face , tucking his hair behind his ears .

Jake let out a sound which sounded like a cry of relief as he charged into your embrace

[gretasfallingsky]

Joshua Michael Kiszka, everyone! 🤍

[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.

[jmkho]

Don't imagine Josh painting patterns and lines on your face for his party. Don't imagine Josh softly cupping your face. The look of pure concentration as he makes the lines. The little giggle he lets out when he sees you watching him. Then he starts to just say, "Trying to do these perfectly straight is a bit of a bitchh...." Then, as he's finished, his hand is still cupping your face, thumb rubbing on your chin softly, eyes meeting yours, "but they're certainly perfect." And a shy toothy smile just grows and radiates. And you know for a fact he aint talking about the damn lines on your face. Don't imagine that.

[kiszkasun]

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