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shutupdevvie · 2 years ago

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going back to my roots tonight because this is absolutely still my fic. i claim it.

Missing Buttons

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, alcohol, language, drugs, angst, dirty talk, etc etc

Part 2

“That’s not how it happened at all!” Sammy complains, shoving at Danny’s shoulder in an attempt to get him to shut up.

“Yes, it is!” Danny shoves him back and gestures with his beer for everyone gathered around the fire to listen up, as Sam nearly topples out of his folding chair. “I went to climb into my bunk, and idiot over here,” he jerks his thumb at his best friend. “Is passed out, with not one, but two, randoms from the show.”

Sam holds a hand up, preparing to make his case as the group cracks up, always happy to be delighted with tales of his nonsense. “First off, they weren’t from the show...met ‘em at the bar we went to after the show. Second, yeah, we were in your bunk, but in my defense, I was cross-faded that night and I thought it was mine. Third, what the fuck man, Button’s here.”

“Oh, save it, Sammy.” You roll your eyes and hit the blunt making its way around the circle. “You fucked my best friend in the backseat of my car two summers ago. Twice.”

Jake and Josh recoil in perfect sync, but Jake takes the lead on this one. “I hate that I know this. I mean, I really fucking hate it. Detest it! I’ve sat in that backseat one too many times. I’m buying you a new car, Button.”

Button. You’ve been Button to them so long, you sometimes wonder if they even remember your real name. You earned the moniker the day you met Josh behind the curtain before an 8th grade production of, likely the worst, A Midsummer Night’s Dream to ever awkwardly tromp across a stage.

You’d been asked by your choir director to step in and help last minute when more than a few of the stagehands had come down with mono. Josh had barreled his way through the small crowds gathered in a panic, looking for anyone remotely related to wardrobe. He was decked out in costume, making a very handsome Lysander, in your opinion, but he had lost a crucial button on his vest.

His eyes had landed on yours nervously. “I have thread, and a needle.” Was all he had been able to articulate in his anxious alarm.

“Okay,” you remember nodding, trying to reassure him with a little smile. “I can sew a little, where’s your button?”

Instead of calming him, this only upset him further “I can’t find one!”

You looked around, at a loss, and then glanced down at your own shirt. In a split second decision, you ripped a button off, near the bottom, then knelt down to begin hurriedly attaching it as best you could to the vest in question. He smelled like the sun when you moved close to him, that’s what you remember most vividly about that first interaction with him.

His face, flushed pink with adrenaline and gratitude, had lit up adorably “Thanks, Button.” He nodded, touching your shoulder before scampering off to take his place.

He found you later, to thank you again, and your friendship had been cemented. After that, you were a transplant in the Kiszka household, an honorary member of the family, spending more time at their home than your own.

Later, as the band formed and gained a slow burning fame, you helped with shows; lugging equipment in and out of vans, mediating brotherly squabbles, and yes...occasionally still replacing missing buttons.

All these years later, life with your favorite boys had shifted, with their grueling, ever increasing tour dates and your own packed schedule, you saw less and less of them. But that was alright, you never had a chance to miss them too badly, one of them was always calling or texting. Either to say hello, ask an opinion, or to have you settle an argument.

“Button! Remember that exchange student Junior year?” Jake rang you out of a deep sleep, forgetting to take the time difference into consideration. “The Australian one? Was she into me or Josh? Because, he says...”

“It’s three o’clock in the morning, Jacob.” You had grumbled. “And you, she liked that stupid haircut you had.”

Or...

“We go on in, like, twenty minutes.” Danny rushed into the phone. “Should I wear that red vest, the one Sam hates? Or the brown one with the fringe?”

“Pants?” “White.”

“Red, for sure.

But they are home now, and you’re delighted, if not a little saddened. One, it wouldn’t stay this way...this beautiful night, with all of you crowded around a fire pit in the Kiszka backyard, would be fleeting. In a couple of weeks’ time, the road would beckon and life would whisk you out of one another’s day to day once again.

Two, things were different between you and Josh. Tense and stiff in a way you never would have expected between the two of you. Chalking it up to growing apart only made your heart hurt worse...though you should have expected it. These things happen under the most mundane of circumstances, throw in tours and celebrity? Fucking doomed.

“What’s wrong, love?” Jake nudges your knee and you snap out of your thoughts, to find his gaze. Your eyes meet his, but you can feel Josh’s watchful stare on your face as well.

“Bored.” You joke, laughing it off. “Thought rock stars were supposed to be crazy fun?”

“Ha ha.” Sam deadpans, “It isn’t our fault! All the hookers were booked up and fuckin’ Danny forgot the cocaine.”

“Left it on the bus for the strippers.” Danny sighs, shaking his head as if he’s made a terrible mistake.

“Strippers.” You sigh dramatically right along with him. “They have all the fun.”

Loudly, and out of nowhere, Sam begins to belt Joni Mitchell’s California. Warbling and off-key, the way he only ever is when he’s shit faced, he sings out the lyrics, changing ‘California’ to ‘Michigan’.

“Christ.” Jake takes a giant swig from his bottle of whiskey to counter his baby brother’s antics, and you follow suit, swallowing the last of your beer.

“I’m running inside to grab another.” You shake your beer around needlessly in explanation. “Anybody need anything?”

“Get Joni over here a bottle of water.” Danny calls out after you.

You hold up your hand to indicate you’ve heard and head into the house.

Their parents have left for some function or another, (you suspect they’ve actually left to give the boys the time they need to really blow off some steam in a place they feel grounded and safe), so the house is quiet and still when you slide the back door closed. It feels foreign; this house isn’t one that is often associated with silence.

You make your way over to the fridge and throw it open, snatching a beer, bottle of water, and a jar of dill pickles.

“Still with the pickles, Button?” Josh’s voice startles you, you hadn’t even heard the door. “It’s gross. Beer and pickles.”

You place the jar on the counter and spin the lid off “You have your vices, and I have mine.”

“Hookers, strippers, and coke?” he jokes, but it sounds forced.

“Exactly.” You nod around a crunching mouthful.

He stands quietly, until it feels like he’s taking up too much space in the room. It’s awkward and uncomfortable in a way that makes your stomach twist with a pang of heartache. You’re picturing finally finding the courage to stride across the room and pull his uniquely gorgeous mouth to your own when he rubs the back of his neck with his palm.

“Button...” the tone in which he speaks your nickname makes you feel nauseous. It sounds miserable and melancholy, like he’s about to tell you something he knows you won’t want to hear. You can’t bear to hear his voice utter whatever words are about to spill forth and break your heart into irreparable pieces.

“You don’t have to feel weird, Josh.” You crack open your beer and chug it, wishing you had something harder to dull the ache in your veins. “I get it, you know. I know you guys can’t come home as often. Fuck, you don’t even live here anymore. I know you’ve outgrown this shitty town, and I know that while the others haven’t yet,” you pause to breathe, lest you fall apart. “...you’ve outgrown me. It’s okay. You don’t have to feel guilty.”

He remains eerily silent, and you sort of hate him for it. Like, fucking say something...you already feel stupid enough without him staring at you like a second head has suddenly sprouted on your shoulder to ask for the time.

“Josh.” You finally prod when you can stand the spotlight no longer.

When he speaks, at last, you wish he hadn’t “Are you really that blind? Or is this just a drunken pity party?”

“You’re an asshole.” You clench your teeth, begging the throbbing lump in your throat to abate.

He stomps forward and snatches your beer, taking a drink while eyeing you. “So, I’ve ‘outgrown you’, in your words, and you’re just okay with that? The thought of me being just another someone in your past is just...whatever to you?” he tosses his hands up, mocking ‘no biggie’.

“You want me to beg you to stay a part of my life?” you’re shocked, the Josh you used to know would never push this way. He never would’ve seemed annoyed that you didn’t seem to be openly hurting. “You hardly ever call me, when you do it’s strained, you’ve kept your distance this entire visit, you’ve made it clear...let’s leave it at that. I don’t want to look back on our friendship and feel like shit about it.”

“You could pick up the phone too, you know.” Now he sounds pissed off, which is so unlike Josh it seems like you’ve got an imposter standing before you. “It’s fuckin’ radio silence from you all the time.”

“Because you’re busy!” you shout back, shocking even yourself, you can’t recall ever once raising your voice to Josh, and visa versa. “It’s shows, and interviews, and the studio, and girls, all the time. I’m not going to crowd myself into that. “

“Girls?” he shakes his head as if he’s never heard anything more ludicrous in his entire life. “That’s a joke.”

You throw your arms across your chest and seethe, you just want to get the hell out of this kitchen before you lose it completely and sob in front of him. “Guess I’m looking at the first celibate front man in the history of time. I’m fucking honored.”

“It’s you, Button.” He snaps so aggressively you cringe away, “It’s fucking always been you.”

“What?” the word stumbles out of you, small and thready and when he ducks his head to avoid your eyes, your heart feels like it could crack wide open and melt out of your chest onto Karen’s pristine kitchen tile.

“For me, I mean.” he clarifies softly. “It’s always been you.”

Speechless isn’t the word. Stunned isn’t either. Astounded? Nope. Dumbfounded? Not even close.

You’re still attempting to process, when Josh begins to quite literally lose his mind at your silence. “I didn’t mean...” he begins, sputtering along with his eyes wild and terrified, “That was...I shouldn’t have...” he reaches out for you, and for reasons you can’t begin to figure out, you pull away slightly. “Fuck,” he whispers, almost to himself, “Please, Button, just leave me to die in peace.”

A tiny smile that you can’t repress tickles your lips. “You’re losing your shit worse than the day we met.”

His eyes, so warm and bottomless, lock in on your own. “How could you not have known?”

You can’t stand the shaky ground he seems to be standing on because of you. “How could you not know that I feel the same?”

Josh’s lips part in response, but the sliding glass door suddenly springs open and Danny stumbles in with a wobbling Sam leaning into him, a lanky arm thrown across Danny’s strong and sure shoulders. “He’s fucked, I’m putting him to bed.”

“Putting him to bed.” Sam scoffs, slurring dramatically as you and Josh stare each other down. “I’m not a chile.”

“The word is child, Samuel.” Josh offers, eyes burning into your soul. “And you most certainly are.”

“I don’t know what it is about you being home that turns you into such a dumbass...” Danny wonders aloud, dragging Sam towards the staircase.

“Baby Sam!” Sammy shouts, throwing a fist into the air as he fumbles over his feet on the steps.

You both listen to them clamor upstairs in silence until Josh finally whispers, “Danny’ll be right back down, we should probably head back out.”

Nodding in shell-shocked agreement, you grab two fresh beers and head for the door, but not before clenching a to-go pickle between your teeth.

You spend the rest of the night drinking with the boys, sans Sam, simultaneously avoiding Josh’s line of sight, and stealing each and every glance at his face you possibly can.

On more than one occasion you catch Jake eyeballing his brother as if he can tell something has shifted, but he doesn’t press for answers. Instead, he trudges inside and reappears with one of his old acoustics, strumming to fill the silence here and there when it becomes a little less than comfortable.

When the fire begins to die down for the last time, no one makes a move to throw fresh logs on it. It’s late, you’re all drunk, and their parents will likely be returning soon.

“I’m gonna sleep in the basement if that’s cool?” Danny stretches his giant arms over his head and heads off towards the house without waiting for anyone’s reply, because, of course it’s cool, Danny practically lived at the Kiszkas the same as you.

“Gonna take Ronnie’s room?” Jake jerks his chin at you in question and drags the hose over to the fire pit, extinguishing the blaze with a satisfying hiss.

“No,” you grin. “Thought I’d curl up at the foot of your bed like a cat.”

“Oh,” he smiles and reaches forward to tap the tip of your nose. “I’d never make you sleep at the foot of my bed, Button. There’s a perfectly good folding chair at my desk with your name written all over it.”

You scrunch your nose up at him, “You’re a prince.”

Tossing the hose aside without bothering to properly put it away, he begins looking around for something on the ground as he heads for the house. “It seems I’ve misplaced my crown. Oh well, good night to the rabble.” He waves a regal hand and slips away into the dark.

Which leaves you, Josh, and a very awkward silence. It seems almost as though you’ve made the whole scene up in your head, a drunken daydream of sorts. It doesn’t feel the least bit real, so you let the quiet linger on, waiting for him to break it first.

When he finally does, he says something you don’t expect.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna head to bed too.” he nods for you to follow. “C’mon, I don’t want you out here all by yourself. Lions and tigers.”

“And bears?”

He looks you over as if you're certifiably insane. “No bears, Button. Don’t be ridiculous.” You laugh together lightly, and for a blip of a breath, it feels normal again.

The feeling is short lived, however, because you’re anticipating some sort of discussion about the revelations that were made tonight, Josh has other ideas apparently, because without a word, he disappears deeper into the house, and then you hear the soft click of his bedroom door closing.

Standing in the middle of the living room floor, you don’t quite know what to do now. Are you two really going to leave it at that? Pretend it never happened? Is that what he wants? Maybe he was just drunk? Maybe you misunderstood?

Finally, you shake it off and wander into Ronnie’s room, smiling to yourself when you see that Karen has made the bed with fresh linens, laid out an old pair of pj’s in case you forgot your own, and left a folded, fluffy towel for your shower in the morning. Her beautiful soul was made to be a mother, and she is never stingy with her maternal heart.

You sweep your hair into a loose knot at the top of your head, change into the pj’s, finger brush your teeth in the bathroom down the hall and settle for washing your face with the tiniest bit of liquid hand soap, praying to the gods of skincare to spare you from a breakout.

The thrown together nightly routine does exactly zero to calm your rapid fire brain, and you find yourself snuggled into Ronnie’s bed, surrounded by the scent of fabric softener and your own shouting thoughts.

You lie awake and listen to Karen and Kelly return. They speak in hushed tones, so as not to wake anyone and make their rounds, listening at doors, even your own, to make sure all are safe, present, and accounted for. It makes you feel warm, this level of care, like you’re all teenagers again with everything ahead of you.

You lie awake some more, and listen to the house fall to sleep again...and you lie awake, and you lie awake, and you lie awake...

Sleep isn’t going to come, and rightfully so, there are things that cannot be left unsaid...if they aren’t spoken aloud in the dark, there is no way you’ll ever find the nerve in the light of day tomorrow morning.

Mustering your courage, you crawl out of bed and tiptoe down the hall, breathing shallowly and hugging the wall like a cat burglar, until you stand before it–

Josh’s door.

It takes everything you have, (even though you tell yourself its stupid, its only Josh) but you tap on the door softly and wait, dizzy from your pounding heart rattling your teeth.

Soon, way too soon, like he might have been standing on the other side waiting for you, the door swings open and without a word, Josh curls an arm around your waist and pulls you inside. The door shuts silently, and then your back is flush against it, with Josh standing so close his soft breath feathers your hair.

“I was standing there, trying to talk myself into knocking on your door.” he confesses, sounding almost shy. “I guess now we know where the bravery lies.”

“I nearly passed out in the hallway.” you breathe. “So don’t feel too bad.”

“You smell good.” he whispers, reaching up to brush your bangs out of your eyes. “You smell like the fire, and soap, and you.”

“Yeah? Well you smell like weed.” you smile.

He returns your grin. “I may or may not have smoked a tiny bowl for courage.”

“Okay, so let's be courageous then, did you mean what you said?” his fingers are now playing in a soft, winding line up and down your jaw.

“Yeah, Button...” you’ve never heard his voice so low, or so sincere. “I meant what I said.”

“So did I.” your thoughts are spinning out of control at the gentleness of his touch, but you scramble quickly enough to keep hold of them. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Was it unclear in the way I treated you? Didn’t I always treat you like I loved you? Like I was in love with you?” he secrets into your ear, brushing an innocent kiss against your cheek.

“No, and that’s unfair of you to act as if I was blind.” you point out without so much as a hint of upset. “I could ask you the same.”

He thinks it over, toying with your earlobe. “You’re right. I should have told you.”

You nod, but concede, “I should have told you, too. Does this mean we’re both idiots?”

“Oh, absolutely.” he nods, doing his best to suppress a smirk. “Hey, dummy, can I kiss you?”

Your hands fist in his shirt, pulling the warmth of his body even closer, “Yeah. C’mon, stupid.”

When his mouth presses, hot and just the perfect amount of wet, against yours, it’s like a tiny bomb explodes in your belly, igniting a raging fire instantly, as if the kindling has been there all along. And when his tongue slips inside to grace your own, your hands glide up from his chest and into his hair. It’s unruly and impossibly soft, but tangled in the best way, and your fingers get caught in his locks as you move through it.

“I like that, Button.” he whispers into your mouth. “Pull it harder.”

You tug at the roots and shiver when he steps forward, pressing his body into yours so closely you can feel the drag of his shirt float along your tightened nipples.

His name escapes you without conscious thought, like muscle memory, like your brain is calling upon all those times you’ve imagined this very moment.

“I like that even more.” his tongue licks along your neck, setting your pulse point alight. “Say my name again like that. All slow and quiet.”

“Josh...” you repeat in little more than a puff of air. “Do you plan to keep me pressed up against your door all night, or...?”

Your gentle goading seems to snap him out of his head, “C’mere...” he guides you away from the door and into his arms. “My bed?” he asks carefully, “Just to kiss? Is that okay?”

Allowing him to blindly guide you back in the darkness, you shake your head. “Just to kiss? No thank you.”

“There’s that bravery again,” his words flicker into your ear like a feather. “I’m incredibly envious, my love.”

“My love...” it robs the oxygen from your lungs and you feel a literal wobble in your knees. “Fuck...”

“Like that?” you can feel the corners of his lips curl up against your throat as he eases you down on his tiny, childhood bed.

You nod.

“Yeah?” his eyebrows lift in the soft moonlight. “You’re my love. You are. Always have been.”

“Your love?” your heart is slamming against the cage of your ribs. “Does that mean...” you falter, that bravery he seems so enamored with, apparently spent.

“Does that mean what, Button?” his lips pepper your face so delicately. “Does that mean that I’m in love with you?”

“Are you?” your eyes are wide and unblinking.

“I think I’ve loved you since you ripped the button off your own shirt to rescue me. When we were just stupid kids and I was in crisis mode over a damn button, and you stepped into that crisis with me and shared it, you freaked out with me enough to ruin your shirt for a button on a vest literally no one was ever gonna notice. It’s always been me and you since then, love, didn’t you feel it?”

“Always.” you tug at his shirt, signaling for him to yank it over his head. He pulls it off and then sinks his weight carefully down onto you. “I just, I didn’t think...”

He cuts you off by raising your own shirt over your head. “See? Like we’ve established...we’re both idiots.”

Without response, you watch him drink in the sight of your bare breasts, and then his eyes lift to yours in silent question. You nod your permission and his mouth is on you instantly, sucking and laving over your nipples, spoiling them until your back is arching away from the twin mattress below you.

His right hand is sweeping up and down over your hip and the curve of your waist sweetly, you wish he would sink his fingers in, make it sting a little. Without thought, you reach down and guide him into a bit more pressure. “Come on, Josh...grab me.” you moan, “Show me how badly you’ve wanted me all this time.”

“You like it that way?” his voice is tactical and quiet as his grip digs into your side. “You wanna hurt a little, Button?”

“Yeah...” you nod is eager and fevered.

In response, his hand darts up and grabs onto yours, dragging it down to rest over his hidden cock through his sweats. “Touch me for just a minute, love.” he demands deliciously. “Just enough to settle me down, you’re driving me fucking crazy.”

Your hand begins to play over his impossibly hard cock. “Fuck, Josh...you feel big.”

“That’s because I am, Button.” he taunts and teases you, rocking against your touch. “Do you think you can take it?”

Your hand wraps around his length through his boxers “I fucking know I can take it. I like it hard, and I like it to burn, I wanna fight back tears because you’ve shoved it in so hard and mean. Can you give it to me like that?”

“God damn...” he sounds and looks astounded in the best way possible for a second before recovering with little more than a centering breath. “Are you a little bit dirty, sweetheart? Does my Button like to fuck?”

An unbridled sound pants past your mouth much too loudly, you know it right away, but Josh seems to like it. “Shhh...” he licks at your lips and then covers them with his palm. “Can you be quiet for me if I fuck you? Hmm? Can you stay quiet while you take my cock, pretty girl?”

You could have been granted a thousand lives to live back to back and you still would have never landed on the conclusion that your sweet, soft, Josh would be capable of such depravity.

“I’ll stay quiet.” you nod, after yanking away from his palm, I’ll do whatever you want if it means you’ll fucking give it to me.” You stroke his clothed cock faster.

“I bet your gorgeous cunt smells and tastes like candy.” he sucks at your lips, bottom after the top. “Show me.”

He waits while your hand dips into your pajama pants and panties and then nuzzles his nose against your fingers when you present them, wet and glistening with your need. “That’s the prettiest cunt I’ve ever smelled, I could write a song about it. Lemme taste.”

You slip your fingers into his mouth and melt when he shudders. “Oh, Button...I want to swallow you whole.”

“Another time.” you gasp, rocking your hips up, desperately searching for friction. “I need you, need you to fuck me...please, Josh.”

Without pause, he begins ripping and pulling at your clothes, as you work to rid him of his as well. “No, not another time. I want to taste you and I won’t fuck you until I have.”

If that’s what it’s going to take to get his cock inside you, then that’s what he’ll have. You shove at his shoulders, pressing him down until his mouth is caressing its way along your drenched panties. “Hurry and get your fill, Josh.” You beg in a feigned dominant tone, hoping to get your way. “I want your cock buried inside of me, not your tongue.”

A groan rumbles out of him as he sucks your core into his sweet mouth. “Are you sure?” he hums into your cunt when you writhe under his kiss. “Because it seems like you like it, Button. It seems like you fucking love it. I want to suck your pretty little cunt forever...it was made to live in my mouth.”

Your fingers dive into his hair and then yank him up without caution or remorse when he whines out in pain. “Fuck me, Josh...” You beg with unabashed need once you can see his eyes. “Please?”

His hand is wrapped around your throat so quickly you’re left to wonder if it’s always lived there. “Like this, Button? You want me to give it to you rough? You want to hurt?”

“Yes!” you gasp, “Fuck me like I’m some girl on the road. Fuck me like I don’t matter.”

“No.” he snaps back instantaneously. “I won’t fuck you like you don’t matter.”

“Josh, I just...” you rush to explain your whorish request, but he shakes his head.

“Never. I’ll fuck you,” he shoves your legs apart even wider and lines himself up. “I’ll fucking ruin you, but I will never fuck you like you don’t matter when you’re all that fucking does matter. Don’t ask again.”

Stunned into silence, you relax down against the sheets and let him push into you. He stretches and burns his way inside as you writhe and squirm, sobbing his name and crying out for more of what, even you can’t decipher.

“Jesus...” Josh shudders and shakes the curse into the pillow your head is resting on. “You feel like a sin, it’s too fucking good.”

“Fucking me is a sin,” you grab him and pull him closer, nails digging into his sweat dampened flesh. “Do it anyway.”

“Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” he mouths over your ear, holding still inside you. “Say yes, Button, or the whole house is gonna hear me fucking you senseless because I can’t stop now.”

“I’ll be quiet.” you promise, rocking your hips in a desperate attempt to feel him moving inside you. “I swear, I'll be your good girl.”

“Again.” he demands in a delectable growl. “Say it again.”

“I’m your good girl, Josh...” you gasp, spreading your legs so wide they ache. “Fuck your good girl, fuck her hard.”

He slams into you with beautifully brutal force. A cry bursts out of you before you can quiet yourself. “Shhh, stay quiet for me, Button, c’mon pretty girl.”

“Choke me.” you beg as he slams into you. “Keep me quiet.”

“Do it yourself.” his demand is the single sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“What?” you want to be sure you’ve caught his meaning through your frantic lust.

“Choke yourself, Button.” he curls your hand around your throat deeply. “Be a quiet little mouse for Daddy, yeah?”

Your grip sinks into your neck, restricting your airflow as he fucks into you relentlessly, rocking the base of his cock into against your clit over and over until you’re right there.

“Gonna cum..” you rasp, words fighting through your throat that is constricted by your own hand. “So fucking hard.”

“That’s my girl,” he sounds just as close to his own end. “Do it for me, Button...Cum on my cock with that pretty fucking cunt, let me have it.”

With a pulsing snap, your entire body explodes with pleasure, it rolls and rocks through you, owning you like your sole reason for existing is this moment.

“Shhhh, shh, shh,” he hums, covering your mouth to quiet the cries of his name you weren’t aware were shaking out of you. “Me too, baby...” his forehead drops to rest against yours, “Fuck, Button, fuck!”

You feel him spill inside you, warming you from the inside out, and it feels so right, so perfect, he belongs there, tucking inside of you and dripping out of you later, making your thighs sticky with his claim over you.

A silence descends upon you both, not unlike earlier, but now, it is comfortable, and lovely, and fucking blissful.

“Let’s stay right here forever.” he whispers, brushing his lips along your shoulder.” You smile at the obvious absurdity, but tag along for the ride. “Forever.”

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shutupdevvie · 2 years ago

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dev ! i need your help finding a josh fic ! it was an enemies to lovers ab reader & josh being neighbors in the same apartment complex and josh is loud so reader puts in a noise complaint and then josh puts in a complaint on reader and its like a back and forth with them. does this ring a bell ?

i think you’re looking for 2F by @ficthots :))

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shutupdevvie · 2 years ago

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Hi Dev! That anon asking about a fic where Josh and reader fought and she calls the other boys after her dad passes is Envision by ficthots!

oh my gosh yes !! that’s why i couldn’t find it i thought it was it’s own fic but it’s not !! thank you so much for finding it and hopefully that other anon sees this <33

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shutupdevvie · 2 years ago

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do you know the name/writer of the fic where reader walks in on josh getting himself off to instagram comments ?? pls if anyone can help🙏🏼🙏🏼

yeah this is ego by @ageofnations :))

#devs asks #joshrecs

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shutupdevvie · 1 year ago

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oooooooooooo jealous josh oooooooooooo yeah yeah oooooooooo i love him oooooooooo

How can you not see it?

Authors note: this is my first time writing smut!! Any feedback is much appreciated but please be nice :)

Warnings: 18+, smut minors dni. Angst (i cant help myself🤭), fluff, drinking, swearing. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: After being fuck buddies with Josh for a few months, he begins to act out when he sees a man buy you a drink. Is this little arrangement between you over, or does it turn into something more?

You walked up to the bar, standing there for no longer than two seconds before an unfamiliar arm snaked around your waist. “This one’s on me. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be paying for their own drinks, hm?”

‘Okay, gross…’ you thought, turning to look at him. He had dark brown hair that was gelled to the side, brown eyes with slight stubble on his face. I mean, he wasn’t ugly, but that pick-up line was plain nasty.

“I’m okay, thanks though.” You presented a closed lipped smile in hopes that your bluntness would deter him.

You were wrong.

“C’mon, just one drink. I’ll leave you alone after that, I promise.” He asked, looking at you hopefully.

‘Maybe he isn’t so bad, I mean that’s a pretty reasonable offer.’ Looking over the man’s shoulder, you caught Josh’s eyes burning into you.

“Okay, just one drink, but you have to leave me alone after that.” Accepting his compromise, you took a seat at the bar whilst he ordered you a drink. You caught Josh’s eyes again, noticing that he appeared to be angry. You and Josh have been sleeping together for a few months now, but so far, it has been nothing serious.

It happened at the end of the last tour, when he was pent up after a show and had absolutely no shame in asking for your help in the midst of his desperation. There was no denying that Josh is attractive, and you’d always had a small thing for him, so you happily obliged. But then, it carried on, which isn’t necessarily a problem, but he’s a very confusing person. You know that he’s only using you for a quick fuck, but considering your friendship, you assumed he’d have a tad more respect. You are painfully aware that sex is all it is to him, but you can’t help feeling hurt at times, especially when he has no shame in chatting up random girls when you go out somewhere. You’ve had plenty of opportunities to do the same, but stopped yourself out of respect for Josh.

However, it had been a week since you and Josh last had sex, and the guy currently chatting you up seemed nice enough. You didn’t have any intention of sleeping with him, but it was nice to share a drink with someone, even if it was not the person you wanted to be with.

You finished your drink and said your goodbyes to the guy at the bar, who you never actually caught the name of. Or maybe you did… you can’t remember, and truthfully, you don’t really care. You headed back to the group, which only consisted of you, Josh, Jake, Danny, and Sam. “Who was that?” Jake asked, sharing an intrigued look with the rest of them.

“Just some guy, he said he’d buy me a drink and then leave me alone. Seemed like a fair deal and he was nice enough.” You looked around, and it seemed like your answer was satisfactory. Until you landed on Josh, who was still wearing the same grumpy look. You frowned at him, wondering what his problem was. He caught your gaze and rolled his eyes.

‘What is his problem?’ You thought, frustrated with the lack of communication.

“Where are we going after this?” You asked, trying to avoid Josh’s stare.

“You’re not going home with that guy?” Josh asked, hints of sarcasm seeping through his already harsh tone. You were dumbfounded, Josh never acts this way.

“Excuse me?” You asked, pure confusion evident in your tone.

“I don’t know. You seemed pretty content with him.” You looked around trying to gauge everyone else’s reaction, which was seemingly the same as yours.

“I already told you, he bought me one drink and promised to leave me alone. If he hadn’t made the promise of leaving me alone I would have been opposed to the idea, but he did. It was a harmless drink.” You spoke calmly despite the anger that was flowing through your veins.

‘This is unbelievable! Since when is this a problem for him? He has no issues chatting up girls, but when I have a harmless drink with someone he acts like I’ve committed adultery in a marriage that doesn’t even exist.’ You were fuming, but doing a good job of hiding it.

“Could’ve fooled me” he responded, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“Josh, chill out. Let’s just go back to mine because it's the closest.” Danny pipes up. You weren’t even sure you wanted to stay out after the way Josh has been acting. It was awkward now, no one was really sure of what to say because no one knew what was wrong.

“I think I might just head home for the night. This has been really nice though, we need to make more of an effort to do this more often.” You hoped that they wouldn’t question it. Josh had entirely sucked the fun out of the night and your mood to socialise had gone down the drain. They all protested, asking you to stay just a couple more hours. Josh stayed silent, confirming that he was still in his pathetic little mood. That gave you even more reason to leave, so you did. You all said goodbye and they subtly told you to just ignore Josh and that he’d get over whatever was bothering him.

As soon as you got home you stripped from your restricting skirt and top and got in the shower. The warmth felt so good, releasing all the built up tension from Josh’s digs at you. It started to dawn on you that maybe the whole arrangement you had with Josh was a bad idea. Realistically, it’s never a good idea to sleep with your friends without the intention of more. But, it was going fine, it hadn’t affected your friendship at all until now. You wonder what had changed.

You reluctantly got out the shower and put on your comfiest pyjamas. Then, you ordered some takeout, which is a necessity after a night of drinking. It was still quite early and you weren’t going to go to sleep for a few more hours, so you poured yourself a nice, full glass of wine. You heard a knock at the door before you could enjoy.

‘That was quick…’ you opened the door and was met with Josh’s familiar face. ‘Fucking brilliant.’

“What do you want now? To ruin the rest of my night, too?” You asked. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“No, I was going to apologise but it seems you’re still clinging on to whatever it was I did.” You audibly laughed in his face.

‘Unbelievable. Is he serious? This is so obviously because the rest of them forced him to come and apologise.’ You theorized.

“Seriously, Josh? You were rude. You have no problems chatting up women at bars and I never bat an eyelid. Was it shitty to watch? Sure! But I have no reason to stop you because we are not together. We fuck Josh, that’s the extent of it. We’re friends who fuck. Why is it a problem when I have a drink with someone? I was never going to agree in the first place out of respect for you. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to go home with someone, but I haven’t, because despite the fact that we aren't together, we’re friends. But it’s only fair if I get to talk to other guys. I don’t know what your problem is, but our little arrangement is done. It’s clearly affecting our friendship and you seem to be able to get a good fuck whenever you want, so you obviously don’t need me for that. Now, if you’re not going to sincerely apologise for your pathetic behaviour, I’d like you to leave before my food gets here.” He stared at you, mouth agape in shock. All of the emotions you just poured out started to sink in, and it’s became overwhelming. You hold back the tears and wait for him to respond.

‘Why is this getting to me so mu-‘

“I love you! Jesus, how can you not see it? I’m head over heels for you. Have you never noticed how I always take care of you after we have sex? I stay with you every single time. Have you never noticed the way I look at you every opportunity I get? Have you never thought about why I always get you the most meaningful gifts compared to everyone else? Or why I always sit next to you when we go out? I’m in love with you. I never meant for us sleeping together to become a regular thing, but having you as something more than a friend was better than just being seen as a friend by you, even if it was just as a fuck buddy. The way I acted tonight was wrong and unfair, and you’re right. You should be able to talk to whoever you want because that’s exactly what I do. I’m sorry.”

You were shocked to say the least, but it made sense. Everything made sense. You love him. That’s why it always bothered you to see him talking to other girls. As you stared at him completely baffled, your food arrived, which was honestly perfect timing. It brought you back to reality. You invited Josh into your home and sat down with him, “please say something, you’ve been silent for way too long”

“I’m sorry. I just- it all makes sense now.” You thought about the best way to go about this. You weren’t exactly planning on admitting your feelings for Josh tonight, specifically because you are admitting to feelings that you didn’t even realise you had until five minutes ago. ‘Fuck it.’ “I love you too. I didnt even realise, but it makes sense. It hurt to see you talk to other girls, knowing you could pull any of them whenever you wanted. I just didn’t put the pieces together.” You stared up at him, and you couldn’t stop yourself.

You grabbed his collar and pulled him into you, kissing him with so much force that it made your head spin. He gladly reciprocated. Your mouths moved in sync as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you granted. He pushed you further into the couch, and you wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him in closer. This felt so different; it wasn’t just need and desperation; the atmosphere was filled with love and passion. He groaned into your mouth as you started grinding your hips on him, looking for some type of friction to ease the aching sensation. You could feel how hard he was.

He pulled away to remove your top and groaned when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra. “Fuck. You’re so pretty, mama.” You smiled at him as you moved your hands to his waist and attempted to unbutton his pants when he stopped you, “No. Let me make you feel good, first.” He removed your pants, leaving you completely naked below him. He ran his fingers through your folds collecting the wetness. “All of this for me?” You moaned at the feeling of his fingers on you, bucking your hips to try and get some friction on your aching clit.

“Only for you, Josh” he pushed a finger inside of you, eliciting a moan that was louder than intended. He was moving at an antagonizing pace. “Please, Josh.” You whined. You needed more, you were so desperate for something.

“Please what, baby?”

“I need more. Please.” He pushed another finger into you, increasing his speed. “Fuck! That feels so good.” You moaned. You could feel the warmth blossoming in your belly, getting closer and closer to your release. He knew it, he knew your body so well. He could feel you squeezing his fingers, and just as you were about to come, he removed them. “No! No, no. Please Josh. I was so close”

“Soon, mama. Let me take care of you.” he leaned in, kissing you much softer than before. You whined into his mouth, bucking your hips in an attempt to relieve your desperation. He was just as desperate as you, if not more. You could feel the heat radiating from his cock.

“I need you Josh. I need your cock, please.” You begged. He pulled down his pants along with his boxers and released his achingly hard cock. His head was red and dripping with pre cum, begging to be touched. You reached your hand down and stroked him delicately. “Fuck. Your hands feel so good, baby, but I need to be inside of you.” He lined his cock up with your entrance and bottomed out. You both groaned in sync. He was stretching you out so good.

“Please move Josh.” You begged, and he obliged. He moved slowly, picking up his pace. This was different, he was going slow but so deep compared to usual, where he would mercilessly fuck you. You used your legs that were wrapped around his waist to bring him in closer, digging your nails into his back. He moaned into your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. Your orgasm was approaching quickly after having it taken away a mere five minutes ago. It was so rushed but you couldn’t care less, you just needed him.

“Faster Josh, I’m so close. Fuck!” He did as he was asked, thrusting into you faster. He grabbed your leg and chucked it over his shoulder, somehow achieving an even deeper angle than before. “Jesus Christ, Josh. You feel so good.” Your head rolled back into the cushions behind you as you quickly approached your long awaited orgasm.

“You gonna come for me? Give it to me, mama. I need to feel you come around my cock.” Josh’s words of encouragement threw you over the edge and caused you to come, hard. You don’t even know if you were actually saying anything or if you were just making noises, but you didn’t care. He fucked you through it, picking up his pace as he chased his own orgasm. “I’m close, baby. Can you give me one more?” You nearly cried when he said that. You were beyond fucked out, the alcohol from earlier starting to tire you out.

“I can’t, Josh.” You whined. His hips were faltering now, giving him away. His eyes were screwed shut and his mouth was hanging open. “You can, I know you can. C’mon, mama. Just one more for me. You feel so good. Be good for me, please” his voice was strained, which encouraged you even more. You could feel yourself getting closer. He reached his hand down to your clit and within seconds you were coming again. You saw stars, your legs clamped around his waist even harder as you came. You were shouting his name like a mantra as he thrusted into you at a merciless pace, chasing his own release. You felt him twitch inside of you.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come” he groaned as he stilled inside of you, releasing his hot spurts of cum. His head dropped to the crook of your neck as he worked himself through his orgasm. You both stilled as you caught your breath and he rolled off of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer, kissing your forehead gently. “I’m sorry for earlier. I love you.” You smiled up at him and ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay. I love you too, Josh.” You cuddled into him.

‘This feels so right.’ He leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss to your lips whilst he caressed your face. He pulled away and his eyes were filled with nothing but love.

“How does a shower sound?” He suggested, a cheeky glint in his eyes. You grinned up at him and peeled yourself away from his embrace. “I’ll race you.” You giggled, quickly getting up and giving yourself a head start.

“Oh, you’re on!” He chased after you, laughing to himself.

‘This feels so right.’ He thought, too.

#devs recs #joshrecs

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shutupdevvie · 1 year ago

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SUBBY JOSH AGAIN EVERYONE CHEER EVERYONE CHEER WOOOOOOOO

Patience, baby

j.m.k x f!reader

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

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

Words: 5,062

A/N: My life is so busy and I needed to get this out before December so it's hardly edited & pretty rushed but I hope you can still enjoy!! 😭🫶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: [1 attachment]

You: surprise ;)

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

Josh is typing...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Patience, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#devs recs #joshrecs

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shutupdevvie · 2 years ago

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this was so goddamn adorable. i’ve never read a fic like this and i loved it so so much. fake dating (fake marriage i guess in this case ??) is one of my favorite tropes and it never fails to make me all mushy. this was absolutely no exception and i loved every second.

Shotgun

A/N: Okay, another fic that has been 95% completed and I finally got around to wrapping up. PR relationship, drunken wedding, enemies to lovers, all the good stuff. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ content only. DNI if under 18. Smut.

Word Count: 8k+

Strengths and weaknesses make us who we are. They are the foundation of our entire beings and personalities. Concocting in a fashion that swirls around us and presents us to the outside world. Special groups can become world class athletes while others thrive in the arts, presenting world altering pieces to the public. Niche groups of writers can put pen to paper in ways never imagined before, the opposite can be said of mathematicians. Some individuals are wonderful public speakers.

Take your childhood best friend Jake for example. The man thrives on the attention when it settles to him. Putting his best self forward when in the presence of other people Yet, he still utterly despises ninety-nine percent of the general population. It’s why you two got along so well.

Also why you and his twin did not.

Your strengths? Well, they lie in solo activities. Anything that needs to be completed alone, you thrived in. Preferring not to work with others unless you absolutely had to. Even then, you weren’t going to be happy doing it. An intellectual, not an artistic bone in your body. Not understanding how he and his brothers can create literal magic in their minds and then go and perform for thousands of people.

Not being a people person was one of the main key characteristics of your personality. You had your small inner circle and that was more than enough for you. Even better that they spent most of their time away from you touring.

If you were together all the time, it would make the time spent together less exciting. Less meaningful. Sure, some people would say it was you being shy and to yourself, but you knew that wasn’t really it.

Okay, maybe just a bit.

Who could blame you though? Being in the public eye like your closest friends sounded like a nightmare. Not being able to keep any information about your private life hidden because it seemed as though someone was always watching. It sounded like hell. It was hell.

That was the life of being a celebrity though. Which is also why you strayed as far away from it as possible. Even when you went out to lunch with Jake when he was in town, it was not a rare occurrence for him to be stopped on the street for a picture or something of the like. Keeping your distance and watching from over his shoulder some few yards away was where you were most comfortable in situations like that.

He would then come back to you, exasperated because of the constant stopping for fans. Jake wasn’t as annoyed with it as he let on to believe, secretly loving when he was approached by adoring fans showering him in praise. It always earned an eye roll from you. Such an attention whore.

Just not to the extent of his twin. Josh craved it. There was hardly ever a time when he wasn’t ecstatic to discuss the intense life he led on a daily basis of being adored by fans and the like. Not to mention the annoying personality trait of needing to be best friends with any individual he was an acquaintance with.

His pursuit of reaching that level with you had been nonstop since high school when you and Jake had hit it off. It was thoroughly exhausting fighting the man as often as you had to, but it was the only way to get him to leave you alone.

He loved it. Finding it hysterical how truly annoyed you were by his sheer presence. Honestly, he wasn’t entirely aware of the actual reason why you didn’t want to be around him. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t lost sleep over it more than once.

Thinking it was just a silly game, not comprehending that you truly wanted nothing to do with him. It was frustrating. Dealing with this since high school and you truly believed he knew the main reason why, but opted to ignore it for the sake of not self reflecting. Jake on the other hand, similar to his familiar counterpart, could always guarantee a chuckle from your interactions.

Never getting into full arguments, but you had been known to raise your voice at him on a few occasions when he refused to leave your personal bubble. It was borderline anxiety inducing. Always having a few Xanax on hand for when you knew you would be having to spend more time than necessary with the boy.

Like on vacation.

Jake had invited you as soon as they had decided where they were going to be taking a weekend trip to. Given you had never been to Las Vegas, you thought it was going to be an absolute blast. Staying at an incredible resort, relaxing by the pool, occasional gambling whilst enjoying the complimentary drinks. I mean, in what world would someone turn that down?

You seriously considered it once you heard that Josh was going to be in attendance. Being trapped on a plane with him, having to do every vacation activity together, getting little to no break from the 24/7 Josh show. Way to ruin a trip.

Given how desperately you did need this getaway, biting your tongue and accepting the fact that the thorn in your side was going to be even closer than normal was what you were just going to have to deal with despite the bile burning the back of your throat at just the thought of it.

Knowing that you would at least have the reprieve of the flight out to Nevada was adding a little bounce to your step. Until he plopped himself down in the seat directly next to yours with a loud sigh echoing in the shell of your ear. Without a moment of hesitation you placed your earphones in, not wanting to give him a chance to engage, or attempt to engage, in conversation with you.

It didn’t last long. He grabbed the left one from your ear much to your dismay, giving a large grin. “Everyone got to pick one activity for the weekend. What’s yours?” Snatching the item from his fingertips and placing it back where it should’ve been the entire time, you sighed.

“Pool morning.” His eyes lit up, going to speak again, but luckily the flight attendants began their aisle explanation of rules and regulations. Smirking at the interruption, you let your head recline back onto the ridiculously uncomfortable headrest, your eyes slipped shut.

You couldn’t be one hundred percent certain of how long your eyes were closed, but it felt like two minutes later when he nudged you to gather your attention on him. A large exhale left your nose, still trying to ignore him. It only worked for so long until he began incessantly tapping your shoulder.

“What? What? What could you possibly want right now, Joshua?” You snapped, staring him dead in the eyes, but he wasn’t phased in the least by your outburst. Holding up a ziplock bag to you, he offered another large smirk. “Trail Mix?”

Josh had set himself a personal goal for the trip. By the time the wheels were up on the way home, you two were going to be fast friends. Deciding on that after having a group dinner together one night and you did everything in your power to avoid him. Whilst he and Jake chatted in his kitchen he racked his brain at the possibilities.

“Can I ask you a question?” Jake hummed in response, eyes stuck to his screen. “Why does buzz not like me?” Jake’s eyes briefly glanced at his spitting image and sighed. “Because you’re you.” Josh let the words simmer for just a brief moment.

Before giving a response, Jake continued. “It’s just a lot for her to handle. You’re on constantly and it drives her up the wall. You know how she is. More reserved than any of us and you're just elevated by ten.” Josh’s brow furrowed, leaning against the counter, shaking his head.

“Yeah no, I don’t think that’s it.” Jake’s hands shot up, deserting his task of trying to get Josh to understand why his best friend did not adore his twin like every other individual under the sun. He was going to get her to be friends, even if it was the last thing he did.

A blinding migraine is what woke you up. That and the feeling of someone's arm wrapped around your bare waist.

Blinking your eyes open slowly, you could feel whoever was next to you, breathing deep and even into the crook of your neck. The disheveled hair was tickling your cheek and jaw, hand twitching every so often as he slept.

When he began to feel you stirring, he himself was slow to get up as well. Having no clue if this person was a complete stranger or if you happened to know them pretty well, had you beyond nervous to turn around and look.

Then it hit you. Patchouli.

Eyes blowing wide open, you turned your head to see him in the same position as you. Wide eyed, shock, and confusion painted across his face. Entirely sure he was mirroring your expression as well.

Neither of you said a word to one another as you laid there. Eventually, you pulled your gaze away from him and chose to stare at the ceiling instead. “Buzz?” He finally broke the uncomfortable silence drenching the room.

Making the wrong decision to shake your head, you groaned, stilling your skull and attempting to stop the room from spinning further than it already was. “No, no. Don’t say a word.” You seethed out between gritted teeth.

He took in a sharp breath, fingers laced soundly over his comforter covered torso. His phone vibrated on the nightstand and when he grabbed it, he only showed you the message from Sam. They were all downstairs waiting on you both to join them for breakfast.

Silently getting dressed, you stepped out of the restroom to see Josh waiting patiently for you. “We do not speak a word of this. To anyone. You understand me?” His lips were pulled between his teeth, but he nodded at you. “Of course, absolutely.”

As you two took your seats at the table, all eyes were glued to you both. Trying to play it off, you pointed to the pitcher of orange juice sitting on the other end of the table by Josh. He handed it off to you, but everyone's attention had yet to leave you both.

Finally giving in, you stared down Jake. “What? What’s wrong?” His chin rested on the backs of his hands, a small knowing smirk gracing his lips, sunglasses blocking his hungover eyes. “Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

Shrugging, your brow furrowed at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?” Sam snorted, sipping his coffee before responding. “Josh invited us all to watch,” your head snapped to the boy next to you, shooting daggers at him.

“You fucking pervert,” Josh’s cheeks burned crimson red at the response bit out at him. Danny finally spoke up through a bite of toast. “Like we weren’t going to watch our best friends get married.”

You perked up in his direction, looking at the paired off couples seated around the table. “Oh my god, who got married?” Josh was excited to hear the news himself. Jita’s confused gaze met your enthused one as she spoke.

“Uh, you two?” Eyes falling down to the table, you and Josh gasped at the same time, the memory slamming into you. Your hands covered your mouth as it hung wide open, staring at the man in pure shock. Slowly shaking your head, you stuttered over your words. “No-no, ther-there’s no way.”

Josh’s head fell back, swallowing thickly as his brothers erupted in laughter around the table. “How did they let that happen when we were so drunk?” You whispered out, staring at Jake for answers. He shrugged, “That’s the way most people get married, buzz.”

Letting your head fall into your hands, Josh finally spoke. “It’s fine, we’ll get it annulled and it’ll be like nothing even happened.” Nodding at his words, you shoved his phone into his hands from the resting place it had been on the table. “Now. Do it now.”

Standing from the table, he excused himself as he dialed his lawyer's number. Deciding that it was probably best to check your own phone for any inkling as to what had gone on the previous night, you checked what was buried in your purse. The screen was continuously lighting up with notifications from Instagram, Twitter, any and all social media known to man.

“Oh-oh my god,” you breathed out. Slowly lifting your head and looking at the youngest brother, you calmly asked him a question. “Samuel?” He huffed in response, spreading jam onto his toast. “Did you post the wedding on your Instagram last night?” Dropping his butter knife to the table with a loud clink echoing, everyone immediately took to Instagram.

A chorus of oh no’s, fuck’s, and holy shits were spoken by all of the table. Josh sat back in his seat and turned towards you. “There’s a problem,” you nodded, eyes never leaving Sam. “Oh, trust me, we’re well aware.” He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Oh great, I don’t have to be the one to tell you.” Sam bit into a piece of muffin, shooting you a wink. “Happy honeymoon!” His attempt to release the tension that hung heavy on the group did not work as he had hoped.

The remainder of the trip you spent as much time away from Josh as possible, absolutely mortified about the circumstances and what had gone on. The only interaction you had with him was right after brunch when he told you his lawyer was working on it and he had made their manager aware of what was going on.

Otherwise, you had kept your distance like Josh was a plague. It hadn’t been too bad afterwards. You spent the rest of the time relaxing by the pool, enjoying great food, and before you knew it you were on the flight back home.

To face reality.

As you walked to your car, his voice echoed through the parking garage to gather your attention. Only stopping because you had to, you turned to face him and saw him jogging towards you. “So, uh, my lawyer wants to meet with us tomorrow morning. Manager will be there, too.”

Nodding in agreement, you didn’t say anything else as you loaded your luggage into your car and then yourself. He didn’t try to speak more, knowing how truly furious you were with him for this.

Knowing that this now being public information was going to make the situation that much worse to deal with. Not like it would have been if this was a normal person, no, you had to deal with the ramifications of being black out drunk and marrying a celebrity.

Awesome.

When you arrived at his home the next morning, you let yourself in, seeing a man dressed in a suit standing in his living room and the man you knew as their manager quietly chit chatting with Josh. He only offered a nervous, sheepish smile to you as you walked in and sat on his sofa.

“Alright, so what do we need to do? Sign some papers?” You spoke out first, grabbing a pen from your purse and looking at everyone expectantly. They were all nervous and you couldn’t figure out why.

The boy's manager cleared his throat and called you by your name, but you shook your head, offering your nickname instead. No one ever used your legal name, it was odd to even hear it spoken out. “Buzz, then. So, unfortunately, this is going to be a bit more,” he paused, trying to find the magic word, "more complicated than we originally assumed.”

Not responding, you only blinked slowly at him. Acknowledging the lawyer to step forward and speak, your head inclined towards him. “The annulment itself is not what complicates matters. It should only be a few months until everything is squared away based on the legal proceedings. What does make things sticky is the social aspect of this.”

His hands waved to you both, but you refused to look at Josh. He could feel your energy humming with pure anger at what was being said to you. His manager spoke up once more. “Yes, so, Sam posting this definitely made it more difficult. In order for you both to get out of this as unscathed as possible, we all discussed the options.”

Your face contorted in confusion. “Excuse me?” Everyone’s eyes settled on you. “I was not consulted for any of this. So when you say we all discussed the options, no we didn’t.” Josh’s wide eyed gaze looked at the two men standing, blankly staring at you.

Jaw setting in annoyance, you spoke again. “I don’t understand how there can be options in the first place. We get it annulled and call it a day. Wipe our hands of it. That’s the option here.” Josh cleared his throat, turning to face you from his seat.

“Buzz, listen. It affects our image. It’s one thing to actually be married, but for us to have gotten drunk in Vegas and then got married, and within seventy-two hours to get it annulled. That’s so bad,” you scoffed at him, but before you could speak they all chimed in.

“It puts a very bad image on Josh. We’re just trying to get damage control done right now. All we’re suggesting is that for the next few months, until the annulment is officially granted, you two continue to put on a facade of sorts to the public that you two are actually together.”

Unbelievable.

“And what about me?” You breathed out, staring at these men like the fucking vultures they were. His manager shrugged with a laugh. “You get to date Josh Kiszka for a few months. This will boost your image too!”

Standing up from your seat, you exploded on them. “Well, I’m not fucking dating Josh Kiszka! This is the problem with you, Josh! It’s all about you and your image. Doesn’t matter who else's life you screw up along the way as long as your image remains clean. Go fuck yourself. Let me know when I need to sign the papers.”

Storming out of his house, when you got to your car, you sat there in silence, trying to catch your breath. A scream left your throat as you continuously hit your steering wheel over and over. Admittedly, you had done some incredibly stupid things in your time, but nothing to this magnitude. No, this was truly life altering stupidity that put you here.

And you did it with the worst human imaginable. You hated yourself for letting this happen. This wasn’t like you. Getting married on a bender in Vegas? Nope. Bets were always going to be on Sam to do something like this. You? Not in a million years. With Josh? Not even in the realm of possibilities.

Yet, here you were.

Sitting in your apartment, you drowned your sorrows in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, watching Bridgerton as you sobbed about the utter mess you were in. Josh had been blowing up your phone all day, honestly you were surprised he hadn’t shown up at your door.

Ah, spoke too soon, you thought as a rumbling of knuckles on your front door drew your attention. Sniffling, you wiped your face with a stray tissue, praying it wasn’t too dirty, before walking to the door.

“I’m not in the mood right now, Josh.” Sighing as you took in the sight of who was at your door, you were overjoyed to see someone else standing there. “Well, damn good thing I’m not him then, huh?” You didn’t hesitate, throwing yourself into Jake’s embrace, continuously sobbing into his shirt.

His hands rubbed your back with a sad sigh, leading you back in towards your sofa. Sniffling as he grabbed a tissue, he wiped your tear stained cheeks that were positively swollen from the day spent in absolute waterworks. “What’s up, buzz?”

Your hands hit your thighs in exasperation, shrugging as more tears welled up. “They told me I have to date Josh until the annulment is done. I don’t want to do that, Jake.” Chin wobbling, he wiped at your falling tears again, nodding in understandment.

“I’m so stupid! How did this even happen?” He handed you the box of tissues before speaking. “First of all, you’re not stupid. You were drunk beyond belief, we all were. Second, who said you have to date Josh?” Eyes staring at the crumpled fabric in your hands, the sadness that sat on your shoulders sank further in.

“Your manager. The lawyer. Josh. They said it was to protect his image. That a drunk Vegas wedding doesn’t look good as is and then getting it annulled or having the paperwork filed a few days after is even worse. Like, they didn’t even consider me!” Your body shook harder as more tears fell, sobs escaping your throat as you laid on Jake.

A deep sigh rumbled in his chest, hand smoothing your hair down. “You’re gonna hate my response then.” Pulling back from his embrace, you shot daggers at him. “You want me to do it, too? Seriously, Jake? You know why I don’t want to be associated with him. I’m not doing it!”

His hands went up in defeat, but raked through his hair as he watched you move to the kitchen then back to the room in a nervous pace. “Buzz, listen. It’s not just Josh that’s affected. Honestly, if it was I would 100% be on your side and let you do what you wanted to do. I’m worried about you,” your brow furrowed at his words.

“Being associated with someone like us is not easy. You should see the toll it takes on Jita sometimes. It’s rough and brutal,” you cut him off, his words only aiding your reasoning. “Exactly! That’s one of the main reasons,” he didn’t let you continue, speaking over you and grabbing your hands to bring you back to sit with him.

His thumbs brushed over the skin on your wrist. “It’ll be so much worse if the annulment news gets out this quickly after what happened. Buzz, your life will be decimated. It will be horrible. It will affect your daily life, your work, everything. I want you to do this so that way it’s more sound when it does happen. Otherwise,” he shook his head as he trailed off.

With a groan, you flung yourself back onto the couch. You had never hated life more than you did right then. Grabbing your cell phone, you sent Josh a message only sending a Fine, as Jake patted your leg. “Good girl.” You kicked him in response.

A carefully drawn plan was created by everyone. Keeping public appearances at a minimum, their manager stated that only a few were necessary in the amount of time needed for it to be legally done. However, what was necessary was social media posts.

Since your…wedding, had been so publicly broadcasted, making an appearance on his social media whether by posts or stories was absolutely necessary according to them. The goal was to keep actual posts minimal, but stories more often. Which also meant that you and Josh were going to have to be spending more time together than you ever had before.

You were dreading it to put it lightly. In fact, you only wanted to crawl under your bed and hide for the rest of eternity. All you could think about was why this had to happen with him. Why not Danny? You loved Danny! Sweetest human being known to man.

Instead, you were legally bound to the person you despise most. Why must the universe laugh in your face like this? You believed you were a fairly decent person, so why you? It was that question that was on an ever repeat in your mind as you sat at a restaurant you couldn’t even afford to look through the window at.

The two of you were sitting in dreadfully uncomfortable silence. A fake engagement ring sitting on your left hand, a band on his. Waiter already having come and taken both of your orders, you didn’t know what else to do at the moment. Nibbling on a skinny breadstick, your eyes scanned the scenery around you.

People that would never give you the time of day if they were to spot you on the street filled the tables around you both. Occasional glances from the younger crowd falling over you two made you shift in your seat.

Taking notice of wandering eyes himself, he reached his hand out across the linen covered table, grabbing your hand with his. Speaking through a smile, your look of disgust made him laugh. “Can you at least try and make it look like we’re having fun? We’re married and people are looking, buzz.”

Forcing a grin onto your face, you squeezed his fingers, a hiss escaping from his teeth as he pulled his hand back. “You’re right, I am having fun!” Rolling his eyes, he expelled air from his ballooned cheeks.

“So what do you do for work, again?” He asked. You stared him down, opinion of him sinking further. “I’m an archivist. Do you know what that is?” Your smug tone had his face falling, mocking you. “Yes, I know what an archivist is. Asshole,” he mumbled, playing with the straw in his drink.

Sighing, he leaned back in his seat, eyeing you from across the table. “What’s your deal with me? Why don’t you like me? Everyone likes me. I’m Josh!” Elbows landing on the table with a clatter of plates and glasses, you began listing the reasons on your fingers.

“You’re selfish, snobby, too energetic, think you’re better than everyone else, an attention whore,” he cut you off, arms crossing over his chest. “Alright, alright, alright. I get it. But I’ll have you know I’m not any of those things.”

Your eyebrows shot up your face. “Really?” He nodded, a smirk tugging at his full lips. “Of course! There’s so much more to me.” Snorting, you pointed at the table. “If you’re not a snob or selfish then why would you bring me here? I don’t even like fish! I’m allergic to shellfish. I literally ordered the only thing that didn’t contain any fish. A fucking salad, Josh. I don’t like salad.”

Continuing with your rant, he listened to every word you said. “Not to mention that a place like this,” you waved your hands around, “is the last place I would ever want to come to. I’m more of a Chili’s girl,” his nose scrunched up in disgust. “You see! This isn’t going to work, Josh.” Catching your head in your hand, he tried to ease your spiraling mind.

“Okay, okay. I promise that next time we will go somewhere you want. I just figured that this was a good spot to get noticed and that is working. Three different people have taken pictures which I am almost 100% certain are already circling Twitter.” Your face showed your confusion because you hadn’t noticed that at all.

“I promise, next time, we will go somewhere or do something you want. Scouts honor,” he held his hand up in the salute, earning a tired laugh from you. “Ah, see! We’re already making progress. You laughed at my joke.”

Smile falling, the waiter appeared with your food right then. “Actually, I was laughing at you. Not at your joke.” He shrugged, digging into the salmon on his plate. “Still counts.”

Awkward small talk consumed the remainder of the evening. Walking to your own car that had been parked a few blocks away from the restaurant, Josh stood behind you, ensuring you got to your car safely.

Not offering a parting word, you got in your car, but Josh tapped on your window, a smile on his lips. Rolling it down, but only a crack, you tilted your head towards it. “What?” He placed a sloppy kiss on the glass, much to your dismay, but laughed right after.

“I had a great time with you, buzz. Make sure you’re at my home this weekend to make an appearance in a social media story!” He called out as you reversed out of your spot, driving off with your middle finger extended in his direction.

You weren’t a firm believer in the idea about people changing. People are the way they are, especially once in adulthood. The way someone acts by the time they’re in their early twenties, in your experience anyways, was how the person was meant to be. Which is why you were entirely confused about why Josh was growing on you.

After spending more than a few evenings at his home to appear in his stories or Instagram posts, even making it into a TikTok, you were growing more comfortable around him. Even opting to hang out without the need for posting purposes. You hadn’t even given a second thought to why you were okay with it.

It honestly started after your suggested publicity date. After having a night out at a fancy dinner, you decided to do something a tad more laid back for your date choice. However, when you realized that they wanted you to be seen out in public together, it dawned on you what to do.

The boys were still on tour, so like any normal “girlfriend” or “wife”, you flew out to spend some real good quality time with your partner. He even went the extra mile to pick you up from the airport. Your decision to keep him in the dark of what your planned outing entailed was driving him insane.

It is also why he was standing in the happiest place on earth with the largest scowl on his face you had ever seen. With your Minnie Mouse ears adorned, Mickey Mouse t-shirt, and Nuimo sticking out of your cross body bag, you were beaming from ear to ear. Walking up to Josh, you stood directly in front of him, placing a pair of ears on the frowning boy.

“No, no. Absolutely not.” Giggles fell from your parted lips as he took them off with a loud sigh. “Okay, Mr. Grumpy, what would you like to do first? Space Mountain or Autopia? I think we should do Autopia because it’s a car perfect for your frame and one you might actually be able to reach the pedals in.”

He mocked a fake laugh, walking in the direction of Space Mountain. Josh could try all he wanted to feign irritation with where you two had landed for your date, but by mid-afternoon, he was smiling more often than not.

Even indulging in a churro although it was against his dietary restrictions. You two were sitting in New Orleans Square, splitting a box of popcorn, giving your feet a rest after the incredibly long day, but your mood and spirits had never been so high around him before.

Laughter and smiles had been a regular throughout the course of the day, nearly riding every ride you could. Josh was grinning like a child after having indulged himself all day. “I can’t believe you actually bought the picture from Splash Mountain. It’s so dumb!” You spoke through laughs.

Whipping the picture out, you were cowering over, blocking yourself from the water, face contorted in fear while Josh had both hands up, the biggest smile you’d ever seen as he yelled out in excitement. As he put more popcorn in his mouth, his eyes narrowed at you.

“Why’d you pick here?” Smirking, you sipped from your novelty alien sipper cup. “For starters, I knew you’d be pissed when we walked in.” He shrugged in agreement, a light tint falling on his cheeks. “But I also knew that you would warm up after a few rides and snacks. Almost everyone does. And I picked somewhere where I knew we would be spotted.”

Sliding your phone across the tabletop, a photo of you and Josh on the teacups was circling the Twittersphere. “I think I’m starting to get the celebrity appearance thing.” Taking a bite of your salty treat, Josh eyed you in surprise.

“Well, look at you.” His gaze settles on you for just a beat too long, causing you to fidget in your seat. Looking back at your phone to get away from the uncomfortable feeling worming its way in your stomach, you spoke out. “C’mon, we have a lighting lane for Indiana Jones.”

Josh stared after you as you stood and began walking in the direction of the ride. His plan was working.

It was pissing you off to no end. You didn’t want to like Josh or be friends with him. Not since his fuck up in high school that was the root cause of all of this. So why was he growing on you?

Refusing to fall for the sweet Josh act, which you were beginning to doubt was an act at all, after your Disney day, you decided to keep contact and visits extremely limited. Only showing up at his home to appear in a quick story and then immediately leaving. Josh wasn’t a fan of this sudden change either.

Becoming downtrodden each time you rushed to leave his home after making brief appearances. Keeping conversations to a minimum. When you received a text from Josh saying one of your final dates was ready to take place, you were dreading spending an evening with him. Not excited about the confusing feelings that were happening.

Yet, here you were at a concert for the boys. Given you were as good of friends with Jake as you were, most people figured that you were constantly at concerts. Not really. Actually, you had only really seen them perform a handful of times. Now that you and Josh were married?

Of course the perfect opportunity for a sighting was going to be at a concert, supporting your fake spouse. Okay, not entirely fake because the marriage itself was technically real, but whatever. Standing off to the side of the stage, you smiled warmly at them putting their best efforts into their show.

It was hard not to notice the wandering eyes of fans falling to you and realization dawning on the crowd who you really were. Animosity towards you hadn’t been too much to deal with. Sure, there were people who truly didn’t comprehend how you and Josh were together. There had never been a mention of you before, Jake working overtime to ensure that through your friendship, and now all of a sudden this random woman is married to Josh?

Bonkers.

As their encore wrapped up, once Jake stepped off stage, you jumped in excitement, offering your happy praises of how well the show had gone tonight. Walking off with Jake, you halted as their manager’s wide eyes observed you, subtly nodding his head in the direction of who you should have been walking with.

Jake offered you a knowing smile, continuing towards his dressing room as you waited for Josh. As his curly hair bounced towards you, you offered a large smile. He knew what he was doing as an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him and connecting your lips.

You froze, not expecting him to do something like that. As he retreated, his arm never left you, a smile still adorned as he turned you around and walked you towards his own room. Skin positively on fire from the encounter, your stomach was a chaotic mess of nerves.

Sitting in the general waiting area for Josh to finish getting ready to head to the hotel, you were literally sitting on the edge of your seat. You weren’t stupid, you knew why Josh kissed you right in the viewline of hundreds of fans. So, why was your mind running about the passion behind it? And why did you like it?

His curly due popped out of his door, a big grin greeting you as his wet hair dripped down his temples. “Ready to go?” Nodding with no verbal response, his hand linked with yours, escorting you down the tunnel. Your eyes were glued to the faux wedding rings adorning your hands.

Some fans waved you off in the private cars that headed in the direction of the hotel. Not muttering a word, Josh could sense the vibe was just ever so slightly different than normal. He knew you weren’t upset, but you weren’t exactly dripping with excitement either. Nervous?

It remained silent in the elevator ride up to the floor of your rooms. When he walked to his door, he finally made eye contact with you for the first time all evening. “Do you want to come inside and talk for a bit?”

Your wavering voice would give away your endless thoughts, so you just bob your head in agreement, stepping into the suite before him. Sitting on the overly large sofa for one person, Josh immediately knew something was different when you didn’t give a snide remark about that.

Finally sitting next to you, he handed you a drink from the bar. “Alright, what the hell is wrong with you? This is the longest you’ve ever been silent around me.” Sighing, you battled how to word this, but Josh beat you to it. “Was it the kiss? I’m sorry I should’ve asked you beforehand, but so many people were around I thought it was what I should do.”

Shaking your head, you felt heat creep up your neck. “No, no it’s fine. I agree, it was what should have been done. It’s just,” trailing off, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s just what?” Deciding against telling him how you truly felt about it, you changed conversation tracks.

“Just that it was a lot of fun seeing you guys perform. Makes me realize who I’m actually married to.” He bought it. Immediately smiling brightly at your words, he relaxed into the stiff couch. “I can’t get over that. We’re married.” You both chuckled, eyes going to the wedding rings you wore.

“Do you remember the night at all?” He questioned, seeing if you had any recollection of how it came to be. Eyes going to the ceiling, you laughed as you tried to replay the fuzzy night. “I remember laughing. A lot. It was at one of those twenty-four hour chapels on the Strip. Jake was your best man, Jita was my maid of honor. Jake signed as our witness. Sam recorded the whole thing on Instagram.”

You two were erupting in laughter at the sheer stupidity of the situation. “You wanted to consummate the marriage right there in the chapel on the pew.” Josh laughed into his glass. Your jaw opened in shock, refuting the claim. “I did not!” Josh’s eyebrows raised as he recalled it. “Oh yes you did.”

Sitting there and staring into his eyes as his laughter died down, you gave a shrug. “Okay. So, what if I did? Would you have taken me right there?” He didn’t hesitate, not an inkling of nerves as his response came quickly.

“I would’ve taken you right there if we had been alone.” Swallowing thickly, in the blink of an eye Josh had ended up on top of you. Teeth hitting in a messy, hurried encounter. His tongue trying to explore every inch he could.

It moved so quickly you weren’t sure how you had ended up entirely nude in his bedroom. On your knees and hands, Josh pounding into you from behind. Hitting so deep inside of you that you were certain you were going to split in two.

Your moans were borderline murderous screams. Body being moved forward which each meet of his hips to your ass. The sounds ridiculously lude as your soaked bodies continued to join over and over.

As his cum painted your back and ass, you felt like you had run a marathon. His fingers still lightly tracing circles over your throbbing clit, instead of stopping all at once, easing you out of the pleasure that wracked your body.

Limbs turning to immediate jelly, you weren’t sure how you ended up in the shower together, going for another round. Fairly certain your body would never be able to recover again. Yet here you were, accepting him again with pleads. Years of pent up aggression with one another colliding.

Heavenly.

Well, that complicated it a bit more. What the hell was the matter with you? It was Josh for god’s sake! All you needed to do was show up for the concert, hang out with him for a few minutes, then go to your own room, and fly home the next afternoon. You couldn’t even do that right.

Because you were currently entangled in bedsheets with the boy, limbs intertwined, and you didn’t want to move. He was just so warm and soft, comfortable beyond belief. The gentle rise and fall of his chest nearly eases you back to sleep.

It was only a couple minutes later when he stirred awake, humming in content at you still being there. Arms tightening their grip on you. His deep, husky morning voice broke the gentle air, erupting your skin in goosebumps. “Morning,” his lips landed on the crown of your bedhead, trailing down to your cheek, then neck.

Easy was one way to describe it. The head of his cock breaching your entrance slowly and deeply. Lifting your leg as you remained on your side, Josh right behind you. His fingers danced on your clit, and in no time at all, you two fell apart.

Wanting to return back to the safe slumber of your life, he refused. As your eyes slid shut, they shot back open as his tongue traced your leaking hole. It was going to be a long morning. Which you didn’t really mind.

Letting Josh take you to brunch probably wasn’t the best move, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to come up with a phony excuse as to why you couldn’t. You wanted to spend some time with him, it wasn’t a crime or anything. If anything, it only strengthened the PR relationship you were putting up!

Oh, shut up.

Even when you got home, you found yourself looking forward to hearing from Josh. He didn’t understand what the change had been or when it had actually happened, but he wasn’t complaining. If anything, he was celebrating it. You were no longer doing everything in your power to avoid him, but instead were actually reaching out to see when you could see him again.

This was the literal best case scenario for him. His yearning for you over the years had only grown stronger through all of this and what had been a silly crush on his brother's best friend was blossoming into an actual romance.

Still, you were hiding your reasoning for seeing him behind the PR aspect of this arrangement, but the more you presented it and accepted when he did, the more hopeful he was becoming. It might be silly wishes, but after having harbored these feelings for you for as long as he had been, getting this close was playing with fire.

Did anyone have any idea about this infatuation? Not in the slightest. Josh knew he had done a wonderful job of keeping it at bay. Perhaps it came off as an elementary level crush where he teased you relentlessly, but he seriously had little to no game and that was how he knew to get your attention.

Some fine tuning was most definitely needed, he would admit that.

Did the teasing that Josh relentlessly tormented you with sear into your memory and want you to second guess what you were doing? Absolutely. In fact, one night in particular would always stick out to you. A junior year pool party where Josh announced to the entire party during a truth or dare session that you had never slept with a boy let alone kissed a boy, mortified you.

You could remember the shocked faces of your friends who had all recently gone on sexual journeys that school year and were no longer at your clumsy virgin level anymore. Only having told Jake in confidence, you were horrified to discover that Josh had obtained that information and that he thought it would gain some laughter and bump him up in popularity to divulge it.

He had regretted it immediately after it left his mouth. Your vision of him forever tainted. Of course, you would never admit that was the line he had crossed, instead picking other things about him that annoyed you. Josh knew the real reason.

So, where did that leave you both? Sitting in Josh’s living room about to sign your annulment paperwork after four months of fake dating. He had called you that afternoon at work and said his lawyer had dropped them off and all that was needed was a signature from you both.

Holding the pen to paper you signed your name, handing it over to Josh and seeing him do the same. Letting out a shaky laugh with a puff of air, you eyed him. “Okay, well that nightmare is now over.” He chuckled with you, hands rubbing nervously over the tops of his thighs.

“I am sorry about all of this.” You finally broke the tension by saying. Josh knew what you meant. This had been your idea. The entire thing. Having made a bet with Jake that if you could win on a $200 bet in one go at a blackjack table, he owed you $5,000. Being as inebriated as he was, he hastily agreed. Yet, when he asked what would happen if you lost it left you fumbling for an answer. Something worth at least that monetary value, you reached your decision quickly.

“I’ll marry Josh tonight.” Everyone hooted and hollered, watching you place your bet and of course, losing on the spot. Josh immediately invited everyone to come to the chapel with you both, saying he couldn’t imagine marrying you without his family there. One Instagram livestream and twenty some odd stories later, you two were hitched.

He shrugged with a chuckle thinking back to it. “It’s a funny story we will always look back on and laugh about.” Agreeing with him and not sure what your next move was, you rose from his sofa, heading toward the front door when your name echoed in the large room.

Turning, you saw Josh cross to get to you. Colliding together, your purse fell to the floor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he crushed you to him. “Don’t go.” He spoke out. You nodded eagerly, bringing him back to you.

“I like you. A lot.” He spoke out in between kisses. Only a muffled mhm and me too escaped your throat before Josh led you to his room.

It was like answering a craving that your body was shaking to get its fill on. Like a drug you had never experienced before. Needing him in you more than the air you breathed. Filling the void that only Josh could fill.

Only Josh. That was all your mind could think of. Could handle. Even as he eyed you, laying nude in his sheets, he riddled every thought.

“Can I take you out?” You laughed, seeing him eyeing you from above you. “I’m serious! I know we kind of did this backwards, but I really do like you. I want to take you out. For real.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you grabbed his chin in your fingertips. “Promise you won’t marry me this time?” He nodded, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Absolutely. The plan is to knock you up this time.”

#devs recs #joshrecs

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shutupdevvie · 2 years ago

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josh begging >>>>>

josh’s whiny voice >>>>>

tying josh up and blindfolding him >>>>>

edging josh >>>>>

calling him “sweet boy” >>>>>

THIS FIC HAS EVERYTHING

Pretty Boy | JMK

Author’s Note: Inspired by a post by @viagvf about Josh being tied up and blindfolded. Needless to say, I had to write something about it because nothing gets me like a subby Josh. This is completely self indulgent but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. Sorry for any mistakes/typos.

Summary: You and Josh decide to switch things up in the bedroom, Josh lettting you take control instead of him. You don’t let the opportunity go to waste.

Content Warnings: Edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving) hand jobs (m. receiving), bound hands, use of blindfolds, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing (I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything.)

Word Count: 3593

Preview:

“Have I ever told you how much I love your cock?”

“A few times.” He says, choking back a whine as you tease him – so close to where he wants you to be, yet still so far.

“I should tell you more often. You’re so fucking pretty.” His cock twitches and you pause, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You look up at him and you can see that he’s blushing beneath his blindfold.

“Do you like that, Josh? Do you like being called pretty?”

“Yes." He says quietly. "I do.”

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When Josh had first suggested the idea, your interest had immediately peaked. Sex with Josh is heavenly already. He knows exactly how to get you going – turning you into a whining, begging mess with ease. Most of the time, it’s pretty intense like that. Josh loves to tease and make you completely fall apart with his fingers and tongue. Other times, it's slow and soft – Josh making sure to take the time to pamper you and treat you with the utmost care and concern. Every thrust deliberate, reaching places inside of you that no other man ever could. And other than the occasional rougher, post-argument sex, the two of you rarely mixed things up. Josh was a giving lover, and your pleasure was always to the maximum, so you’d never really felt the need to. Sure, sometimes the thought of being the one to dominate him crossed your mind, but he had never really expressed a desire for it so you left it be. You were more than content with the way things were and felt no real need to change anything. But then Josh had asked the question.

The two of you were lying in bed, legs intertwined and Josh’s arm behind your head.

“Y/n?” He asked, voice almost a complete whisper.

“Ya?”

“Would you ever want to…” He trailed off, his cheeks becoming so red you could see it even in the darkness of the room. His silence stretched on and you turned to face him.

“Would I ever want to what?”

He turned over to look at you, eyes shining in the darkness. He looked so unsure of himself that it was making you begin to worry something was really wrong.

“I know that, usually, in bed I’m the one that takes the lead…” He said slowly, as if he was carefully planning out each word before he said it aloud.

“Yeah, usually.” You said, trying to keep your voice neutral so as not to scare him.

“Would you ever want to, maybe…you know.” His eyes were still filled with doubt, hoping that you would catch on before he had to ask it outright.

“Switch it up, you mean?”

He nodded.

“Josh, I’m up for anything if it’s something that you want to try.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want-”

You silenced him with a sweet kiss, cupping your hands around his face.

“Josh, I want to.” You gave him a sly smile. “I’ve thought about it before actually.” You said, voice pitched lower than before. His eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Yep.” You said, popping the ‘p.’ “Several times, actually. What about you? Have you ever imagined it before now?”

You heard him swallow and you watched as his throat bobbed.

“Yes,” He finally uttered, “I have.”

You sat up, leaning on one arm to get a better look at him. He was looking up at you with those soft brown eyes of his. You knew that they were going to be the death of you one day.

“Tell me. What have you imagined?”

“I imagine… “ He trails off, unsure of himself again. You smile at him and nod your head for him to continue. “I imagine you tying me up.” You give him a cheshire grin. “I imagine you blindfolding me so I can’t see.”

A heavy breath falls from your lips, your panties beginning to dampen as you picture the scene he’s describing.

“Yeah? I bet you’d look gorgeous all tied up like that.” You lick your lips and Josh smiles, emboldened by your reaction to his words. “And what then, Josh? What happens next?”

“You tease me,” He says, and you can feel his cock beginning to harden against your thigh where two of you are pressed together. “You don’t touch me where I need you to. You make me beg for it.”

You sit up fully and throw your leg over his thighs, settling in to straddle his waist. You slide your hands up his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

“I think we can make your imagination become a little more real, Joshy.” You whisper as you lean forward to ghost your lips above his. “Would you like that?”

“Yes.” He breathes out, voice shaky with excitement.

You lean down and connect your lips with his, plunging your tongue into his mouth. He rests his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as you explore his mouth. He’s warm and pliant underneath you, and the feeling makes your pussy throb with need. But that will have to wait.

“Stay here.” You whisper. You rise from him and pad softly across the room to your closet. You pull two silk scarves from the back where you keep your winter clothes and bring them over and place them on the bed at Josh’s feet. His eyes track your movements, his pupils blown wide. You can see his chest heaving as he watches and he slips his hand underneath the covers and groans as he palms his cock.

“No touching, Josh.” You say loudly, and the sentence sounds deafening in the silence of the room.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You say giving him a cheeky grin. He’s staring at you – eyes wide with lust. They look almost black in the dimness of the room and there’s a thin layer of sweat already adorning his smooth chest. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the universe, and he looks absolutely divine.

“Sit up against the headboard.”

He complies, sitting up and kicking the covers off so that they pool at his feet. He leans back.

“Do you want a pillow behind you? The metal probably isn’t very comfortable.”

“Nah,” he says, giving you a grin. “I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.”

You grab the two scarves and climb back on top of him. His cock is tenting his boxers and a wet spot darkens the gray material.

“We need a word for if it gets to be too much.” You say, grabbing his wrists and bringing them up above his head. You secure them together with one of the scarves. You make sure it’s tight and loop it through the headboard. You watch as the muscles in his arms flex and ripple, adjusting to the new position.

“Like a safeword?” He giggles like a teenage boy would and you shake your head at him.

“Yeah, sure. A safeword.”

“My safe word is “keep going,” babe.”

You squint your eyes at him, noting the mischievous glint he has in his eye – the one he always gets when he thinks he’s said something particularly funny.

“Ha ha.” You deadpan. “Seriously though. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You say honestly, dropping the sexy act for a second.

“You’re not going to make me uncomfortable, y/n. I trust you.” You stare at him a moment and you see the honesty in his eyes. He does trust you – with everything he has.

“Still. It would make me feel a little better.”

“Just ask for a color. Green is good. Red is bad. Orange means slow down but don’t stop. How’s that?”

“Perfect.” You lean down and capture his lips in another kiss, this time nibbling at his bottom lip. He sighs softly and you pull away, moving instead to nip at his earlobe. You pinch the sensitive skin between your teeth for a moment – knowing it always drives him crazy.

“Hate not being able to touch you.” He says between heavy breaths.

“It’s not about me, Josh. This is about you.” You say, kissing down his neck before stopping at his nipples. You lick and bite them and he throws his head back and groans. You smile at his reaction.

“Gonna cover your eyes now, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His eyes track your movements as you grab the second scarf, folding it in half. You place the soft material over his eyes and tie it securely behind his head.

“Color?”

“Green.”

You nod, though you know he can’t see you anymore. You slide down from his waist and pus his knees apart. You settle between them and take a moment to drink him in. Arms pulled up above him, sweat glistening on his tan skin, and his pretty cock still standing at attention beneath his underwear; he reminds you of a marble statue – beautiful and smooth to the touch. Worthy to be put on display for thousands of eyes to admire. But he’s yours tonight, and yours alone. And you plan on making the best of it.

“You look so good, Josh. All spread out like this for me.” You say and he whines as you bring your mouth to his inner thigh, pressing wet kisses to the sensitive skin there. You slowly work your way up to the edge of his boxers, nipping and biting as you go. You tuck your fingers into his waistband and pull his boxers down and off him. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your cock?” You say, before continuing your kisses to his inner thigh.

“A few times.” He says, choking back a whine as you tease him – so close to where he wants you to be, yet still so far.

“I should tell you more often. You’re so fucking pretty.” His cock twitches and you pause, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You look up at his face and you can see that he’s blushing beneath the scarf.

“Did you like that, Josh? Do you like being called pretty?”

His chest is heaving and the blush from his face bleeds down his neck as well.

“Yes." He says quietly. "I do.” He sounds embarrassed. You giggle, happy to have discovered something new about him.

You finally brush your fingertips over his cock, stroking the vein that runs up the underside of him. He whines again and thrashes his arms above his head.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” You give his cock a little squeeze. “You are pretty. So. So. So pretty.” With each utterance of “so” you pump his cock, spreading the precum and getting him nice and slick. He bucks his hips, desperate for more. You want to give it to him – the noises he’s making are irresistible, but you pull away.

“Patience.”

You tease him for a while longer, switching between kissing the heated skin of his thighs and biting his nipples – each one drawing breathy little moans and whines from the back of his throat. His chest is flushed and his skin is slick with sweat. His hands are clenched above his head and you can feel the muscles in his thighs twitch as he tries to keep his hips still for you. He’s so eager to please and you think you’re wetter than you ever have been before.

Finally, you bring your mouth where he wants it most – allowing your lips to stretch around the girth of him. He twitches and groans – the sound so pornographic you feel like you could cum yourself just from hearing him.

"Y/n… Oh fuck."

You swallow him down, relaxing your jaw completely, allowing him to nudge the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head, starting a slow but steady rhythm.

Josh bites his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle a groan. You pull off him momenarily and he whines.

“Don’t hold back, sweet boy. I want to hear all those filthy things fall from your pretty mouth.”

You swallow him down again, flattening your tongue to give him a particularly powerful suck.

“Y/n,” He moans loudly, “Jesus, fuck.” You hum and the vibration makes his cock twitch in your mouth.

You sink down on him even further until your nose brushes the hair at the base and you continue to bob your head. Your jaw is aching and your eyes are watering but you don’t stop – the noises he’s making are more than worth the discomfort. He’s making little thrusts with his hips and you can tell he’s getting close. You keep up your rhythm a moment longer before pulling off him with a ‘pop.’ He whines and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Fuck.” He says, breathing heavily and you giggle.

“Hey, this was your idea.” You remind him sofly.

He huffs out a laugh.

“Just forgot how good you are at that.”

“Well thank you. I try.” You lean forward to give him a kiss. “Gonna start again. Color?”

“Green.”

This time you use your hand – wrapping your fingers around him. The skin is so hot in your hand and he sighs as you start to pump him. You quickly set a brutal pace, your spit and his precum making the perfect lubrication.

“Jesus, mama.” His mouth falls open and he moans loudly at the fast pace. Your forearm burns but you keep it up, bringing him quickly back to the edge. He’s whining – teetering on the edge between pain and pleasure. You keep going a moment longer before pulling your hand away. He gives you an incoherent groan as he realizes you’re still not going to give him the finish that he wants. You do this several more times, aggressively jacking him off to bring him back to the edge before pulling away completely. He thrashes and cries out, yanking on the ties keeping his hands bound and whining each and every time. You’ve never seen him like this, completely and utterly at the mercy of you and drunk on lust and desperation.

Eventually, you rise from your place between his legs and you straddle him again, settling your aching cunt over his hard length.

“Wanna see you now.” You say as you untie the scarf from his eyes and he blinks his beautiful hazel eyes open at you.

“Hey, mama.” He says with a tired grin.

You lean forward and kiss him again. It’s needy and sloppy, his desperation evident in the way he’s practically licking into your mouth.

“I’m going to ride you now, Josh. And you’re going to watch me make myself cum. But you don’t get to yet, understand?”

“Ya.” You raise a brow at him and he flushes – the redness reaching the tips of his ears. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.”

Wasting no time, you begin to grind down on his thigh. Thankfully, you usually only sleep in a t-shirt and panties, so you can easily begin to chase your release through the thin fabric. Your clit is swollen and you can feel your racing heartbeat in it as you ride him, throwing your head back as you go. You let out a high pitched moan, doing your best to give him a show. He’s watching you with dark, lust blown eyes and every muscle in his body is taut. He’s gonna be sore tomorrow if he keeps it up.

“Feel how wet I am for you, Josh?” You say as you give him the show of his fucking life. “Seeing you like this, tied up and needy for me…” You cut yourself off with a moan. “It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You look so fucking pretty.”

“Y/n, please.” He whines, as your orgasm quickly begins to rise. You can feel the coil in your belly that’s been wound tight all night finally snap and you moan his name loudly. As much as this night is about him, you’re pretty sure that you just had the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. It goes on forever, wave upon wave of pleasure crashing through you.

“Y/n.” He says, and the warning is there in his voice. “I’m so close. You’ve got to stop.”

“So desperate you think you could cum without me touching you?” You ask, voice thick. His eyes are wide and begging as he gives you a pathetic nod.

“Please.” He whispers. It’s so quiet you think you might not have even heard anything.

“What, Josh? Speak up.”

“Need it. So bad.”

You cock your head to the side, giving him the most innocent look you can possibly muster.

“Need what?”

“Need to cum.” He whines. “Y/n, please. It hurts I need it so bad.” His voice cracks on the last word and his eyebrows are scrunched together in pain. His eyes are filled with so much need. “I’m begging you. Please.” He whines, all shame and decorum gone from him – his need to cum overriding everything else.

“As you wish.”

You slide your panties off and toss them somewhere into the room before gripping his cock and guiding it through your folds, collecting the wetness that’s gathered there. You sink down onto him slowly, clenching around him as much as you can.

“Oh fuck!” He groans, throwing his head back. He thrashes his bound hands, no doubt wishing he could touch you. You rise from him – so high you’re almost completely off him, before slamming back down again. Your thighs burn with the effort of riding him, but he’s so close you know it’s not going to take long. He’s meeting you in the middle, thrusting his hips up off the bed the best he can, desperate for his release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum!” His eyes slam shut and that’s all the warning you get before you feel him paint your insides with his release. He’s thrashing in the bed and tears leak from the corners of his eyes. The sight of him throws you into your own orgasm, the pleasure slashing through you for the second time. You clench around him – milking him for everything he has.

You pull off him and he keeps his eyes closed, breathing heavily out his nose. You settle between his legs again and lick your mixed releases off his cock and his eyes fly open.

“Fucking shit!” His cock twitches and he moans – the sound a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Color?” You ask, lips hovering just over his dick.

He stares down at you, soft lips parted. His normall curly hair is stuck to his forehead and sweat is dripping down his temples and chest. You think he’s going to say no.

“Green.” You stare at him, attempting to cover the shock you feel. You’ve been at this for what feels like hours and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s already exhausted. But he’s looking at you intently and you see no doubt in his eyes at all. Only trust.

You nod before swallowing him down again. Your nose is pressed into the curls of his pubic hair and saliva falls from the corners of your mouth. He whines and moans as you bob your head and his cock finally begins to respond – slowly but surely becoming harder and harder in your mouth. A stream of groans and curses fall from between his lips. You pull your mouth off him and wrap your fingers around him instead – you want to be able to see him as he falls apart again. You jack him off, flicking your wrist with each pull and you bring your other hand to message his balls.

“Come on, Josh. Give me one more.” You encourage him as he groans and whines. “I know you can do it. You’ve been so good for me tonight. Come on.”

His moans only grow louder and you can feel his balls tightening in your hand.

“That’s it, pretty boy. Give it to me.” And with that, he cums for the second time. Thick ropes paint your hand and his belly as his jaw drops open and his eyes clench shut.

“Y/n! Fuck.” He’s so loud you’re sure the nieghbors can probably hear him. You continue to pump him, guiding him through the pleasure until his moans of pleasure become moans of pain.

You let him go and reach down on the ground for his cotton boxers. You use them to carefully clean him up, doing your best to avoid his cock as much as possible. He’s watching you with dazed eyes, mouth still open and a drunk look on his face. You climb up next to him and carefully untie his wrists, rubbing the red skin from where he was yanking on them.

“You okay, baby?” You say as you give each wrist a soft kiss.

“Yeah, I think so.” He smiles lazily at you before leaning back to lie all the way down. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”

“Me neither.” You say, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. “Glad you suggested this.”

“Me too. Don’t think I’m gonna be able to cum again for another week.”

You laugh and lie down next to him, pulling the covers back up and over you both. You kiss him before laying your head down on his chest.

“We’ll see.”

“You taking control like that…” He admits quietly, “I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Mmm. I enjoyed it, too. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when you’re in control, but I like switching it up. We should definitely do it more often. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” You give him a cocky grin and he lets out a dramatic groan.

“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”

You giggle.

“Never.”

#devs recs #joshrecs

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