#Josh Kiszka fanfic

[hailthegodsong]

PRACTICE

One Shot ~ College Josh Kiszka x College Female Reader

Word Count: 7k +

Summary: After facing the embarrassment of failing to make a girl cum during his first time, Josh confides in you, his best friend. You figure out together that the best way to learn is with practice, and Josh is very willing to learn.

Content Warnings: College Josh, tons of ellipses (...), mutual pining, kissing, crying, swearing, self-depreciation, reverse hurt/ comfort, awkwardness, brief mention of porn. SMUT 18+ INCLUDING: Guided sexual activity (teaching), oral sex (female and male receiving), lack of knowledge on female anatomy (Josh struggles to find the clit for a hot minute), teeth, accidental edging?, fingering, moaning, erection, grinding, orgasms, happy ending, sleeping together, teasing, flirting and a pinch of domestic fluff.

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Josh had been a constant in your life for as long as you could remember, an unwavering presence woven into the fabric of your childhood through to adulthood. From navigating the labyrinth of high school hallways to chasing the shared ambition of attending the same college, the two of you had always moved in tandem. Together, you weathered it all: sleepless nights bent over textbooks, the dizzying thrill of your first (underage) alcoholic drink, and those languid afternoons when laughter spilled over with the haze of cheap weed. Whatever life demanded, you faced it side by side.

His presence in your dorm had long since ceased to feel like an intrusion. Though the rules of gender-separated housing dictated his place was down the hall, Josh had effortlessly claimed yours as his second home. He’d sprawl across your bed without a hint of self-consciousness, idly flipping through the pages of books he’d never read or tinkering with the turntable until the familiar crackle of your favorite vinyl filled the air. And when he wasn’t here, you were in his room, legs dangling off the edge of his bed as you picked apart the meaning of song lyrics or indulged in your shared taste for philosophical debates that never led to conclusions.

There was a comfort in Josh’s company, a rhythm to it that felt unspoken and eternal. But lately, that ease had begun to fray, tension seeping into the quiet spaces you once took for granted.

You couldn’t pinpoint when it started— when his laugh began to linger in your ears long after the moment had passed. Or when you found yourself watching the way his curls framed his face, wild and untamed. The intensity of your attention startled you sometimes, the way your pulse quickened at the sight of him absentmindedly biting his lip or fiddling with the hem of his shirt. You told yourself it was nothing. A passing infatuation, harmless and insignificant. A crush. It wasn’t like you hadn’t crossed that line before.

Prom night was the first and only time it happened—a kiss born of youthful curiosity and mutual inexperience, convincing yourselves that you couldn't possibly graduate high school without having a first kiss. It hadn’t been love, not in the traditional sense. You’d laughed about it after, promising each other it was no big deal. Just a silly, awkward pact between friends. And for years, it hadn’t been more than that. But now, the memory lingered in sharper focus, refusing to fade.

Tonight, as Josh stood before your mirror, fussing with the stubborn collar of his shirt, there was a shift in the air. His movements lacked their usual carelessness, replaced instead by something more deliberate. His reflection caught yours, his brow furrowing slightly as he smoothed down his curls.

“Okay, okay,” he said, spinning to face you. “Do I look okay? My hair’s not too…” he fluffed his curls around and shook his rigid hands around his head for emphasis, “...feral?”

You tilted your head, assessing him. Josh always looked good, but tonight he’d gone the extra mile. His shirt hugged his lean frame perfectly, the dark jeans emphasizing his toned legs. The faint sheen of cologne reached you even from across the room, and it took effort to suppress a pang of something you didn’t want to name.

“You look fine,” you said, keeping your tone light. “You’ve gotten this far; she obviously likes you.”

The ‘she’ in question was a girl Josh had been seeing for a few weeks. Pretty, confident, and apparently into him enough to invite him over tonight. The way he’d hesitated before telling you about the invitation had clued you in on what he thought it meant. Suggestive comments, he’d said. The implication clear.

Josh was still a virgin. And you suspected that tonight, things may change. 

You ignored the ugly twist of jealousy in your stomach as he flashed you a hopeful smile. “Thanks for the pep talk,” he said, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll uh… let you know how it goes?”

You managed a smile and waved him off, saying something about how being late wouldn’t get him very far, the door clicking shut softly behind him. The room felt quieter without him, emptier. Shaking your head, you pulled out your laptop, determined to distract yourself with homework. 

But your mind kept drifting, wondering how the night was going. If it was everything Josh hoped for. If he…

You pushed the thought away and refocused on your screen. The wait was painful, and it didn’t help that his cologne lingered in the air, along with a few clothes he’d left scattered on your floor. You weren’t expecting to see Josh again that night, suspecting he'd return to his dorm… or spend the night at hers, but you were anxiously awaiting a text to clue you in on how the night went.

Two hours later, a knock jolted you from your half-distracted state. You frowned, glancing at the time. When you opened the door, your breath hitched.

Josh stood there, his eyes red and puffy, cheeks wet, curls disheveled. He looked heartbreakingly vulnerable, and before you could think, you were pulling him into your arms.

“Josh, what happened? Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer right away, burying his face in your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your middle in a tight hold. His breath hitched, and you felt the faint tremble of his body as he let out a quiet sob. You shuffled backward into the room, kicking the door shut behind you.

“Josh?” you prompted again, softer this time, reaching up to stroke the back of his head.

He pulled back from your touch, the movement sudden, as if you’d burned him. He swiped at his eyes with the heels of his palms, frustration evident in every movement. “I fucked it up,” he said, voice cracking. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He ran a hand through his hair and gripped it at the root in anguish. 

Your brow furrowed. “Talk to me. What happened?”

Josh let out a dramatic groan, and sat on the end of your bed, eyes closed tight in a grimace as he replayed memories from the night through his head. He huffed and flopped backward onto your bed. He lay sprawled out, staring at the ceiling, blinking away fresh tears. You climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged beside him, your hand resting lightly on his forearm. Your thumb traced soothing circles against his skin as you waited for him to speak.

“I embarrassed myself so bad,” he said finally.

You stayed quiet, sensing he needed to get it all out.

“We were making out,” he gripped his palm against his forehead, and dragged it down his face, pulling the skin as it descended. “Things were… happening… you know, escalating,” he added, his voice tinged with mortification. “She wanted me to go down on her.”

Your throat went dry, and you cleared it quickly. “Okay,” you said carefully.

Josh glanced at you, his cheeks flushing, then returned his gaze to the ceiling. “I mean, I really wanted to. I was happy to. But I’ve never… I’ve never done that before. I… I couldn’t…” He groaned again, throwing an arm over his face. “She said it was fine, but I couldn’t even make her cum.”

You swallowed hard, your heart twisting at how genuinely distressed he sounded.

“I told her I’d keep trying,” he continued, voice breaking. “I wanted to learn, but she just… didn’t want to anymore. Then she said we shouldn’t see each other again. Kicked me out of her room. She… she was so mean about it too, like I’d really wasted her time.”

Your chest tightened. “That’s harsh.”

“It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic,” he muttered. “Can you believe I did research before I went? I even watched porn videos for fucks sake!” he exclaimed, and your brows rose. “I thought– I thought I was prepared. But– I’m just another one of those fucking… idiots, who don't even know how to–”

“Josh,” you interrupted. “It’s not like anyone’s born knowing how to do these things. Porn also probably wasn’t the most trusting research either,” you added with a little smile, “But every girl is different anyways and it takes practice.”

He rolled onto his side to face you, head propped up by his arm. “How am I supposed to practice if I just get kicked out when I try?” He whispered an ‘Oh God’ under his breath, tears dried now, but the look of pure shame and utter embarrassment still ever present on his features. 

You bit your cheek, searching for the right words. “You’re a handsome boy, Josh. There are plenty of girls who’d be happy to… help you figure it out.”

He scoffed. “As if. I’m never trying that again. Too embarrassing.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. He toyed with a loose thread on your lounge pants, his face a display of frustration and sadness.

“I just… I don’t know how she– how can anyone expect me to know how when…” he trailed off, bringing his thumb to his mouth to nervously pick at his fingernail. “I just need someone to teach me,” he whispered, almost to himself.

An impulsively bad idea surfaced in your haze of thoughts. You sat in silence, turning the idea over in your mind. It was ridiculous, maybe even a little reckless, but… you’d suggested something like this before. That kiss on prom night, a way to shed the weight of inexperience, had felt practical at the time. This wasn’t so different, was it? The same kind of problem, the same kind of solution… and maybe…

“I mean,” you said hesitantly. “You could…”

Josh twisted his body below you and flopped his head into your lap casually, looking up at you with those wide, earnest eyes. “Could what?”

Your gaze darted away, one finger twisting one of the curls that framed his face absently. “Never mind. It’s stupid.” You shook your head, heat creeping up your neck.

“No, no,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “Say it. Please. You can’t say anything stupider than I already have tonight.”

You let out a weak chuckle, nerves buzzing under your skin. “I was gonna say… you could– if you were okay with it… you could try it on… I mean, I could teach you.”

The words hung heavy in the air. The silence that followed was almost deafening, broken only by the ticking clock and the faint chirp of crickets outside. You could hear the soft inhale and exhale of your own breaths, and the absence of Joshs, who had apparently stopped breathing. 

You scrunched your face in embarrassment, tilting your head back to avoid his gaze. “Oh my god, that was so stupid. Please forget I ever said that. I don’t know—”

“No!”

Your eyes snapped back to his face as he sat up abruptly, meeting you at eye level. His hand landed lightly on your knee, grounding you.

“No,” he repeated, softer now. “I mean, yes. I mean… no, don’t forget it. I don’t think it’s stupid,” he shook his head frantically. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with something between nervous anticipation and curiosity. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Really?” you managed, barely above a whisper. The boundaries of your friendship had never been crossed like this before, and the weight of what you were suggesting settled heavily between you.

Josh nodded, his gaze flicking to where his hand rested on your knee before returning to meet your eyes. “I mean, yeah. If you’d be okay with… that. I don't want you to do it just cause you think you have to or anything,” he said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “I want you… to want to.”

The vulnerability in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded, hesitating before speaking. “I do want to,” you admitted softly. Your ears heated at your admittance, and you were quick to correct your confession. “I mean… how else are you gonna learn?” You added quickly, as if it could somehow lessen the gravity of the moment.

Josh exhaled a shaky laugh, his lips twitching into a faint smile. “Right. Okay.” He shifted slightly, his hand still on your knee. “But um… we’ll be okay after this, right? I don’t want to mess us up or anything.”

You let out a nervous laugh of your own, shaking your head. “Yeah, we’ll be okay. It’s just like when we kissed in senior year. We can just… forget it ever happened after.” The idea of forgetting something so monumental seemed silly, and you knew for a fact you’d never be able to ‘forget it’. Josh stared at you with uncertainty, your friendship too important to him to lose. “Josh, I’m not going to hate you if you can’t figure it out. Besides,” you teased lightly, “My expectations aren’t particularly high after the way your night went.”

His laughter was genuine, his body relaxing slightly. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he quipped, his smile growing. But the tension remained, unspoken yet palpable. Josh glanced around your room, his eyes settling on the quilt cover before he cleared his throat. “So… how do we do this?” he asked, the awkwardness of the question stark against the intimacy of the moment.

You swallowed hard, looking down at your hands. “Um, okay,” you huffed out a short breath, “We’re really doing this,” you murmured, half to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your gaze to meet his. “Do you want me to… guide you? Or should I let you try and then just… correct you as we go?”

Josh thought for a moment, his mouth pursing as he considered. The soft glow from your bedside lamp illuminated his face, his curls framing him like a halo. “Maybe… just let me try?” he said finally. “And you can tell me if I’m doing something wrong? Tell me what to do instead?”

You nodded, your nerves thrumming under your skin. “Okay,” you said, your voice steadier than you expected. “Let’s just… get it over with.”

Josh’s eyes widened slightly as you stood, the reality of the situation hitting you both. You hesitated for a moment before pulling down your lounge pants, exposing your legs. You still wore your panties, the fabric a modest barrier that somehow felt more intimate than nothing at all. You kept your chin high, determined not to succumb to the embarrassment bubbling inside you.

You climbed back onto the bed, lying against the pillows so you could watch him. The air was thick with tension, the weight of what you were doing sinking in. “I’m going to leave these on for you to take off,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “It’s not just about… you know. It’s a process. For girls, at least. You need to take your time. Go slow.”

Josh nodded, repositioning himself to kneel between your legs. His movements were hesitant, the vulnerability of the moment clear in the way his hands hovered uncertainly. As he leaned forward, his breathing matched yours— uneven and nervous.

You caught an accidental glimpse of the growing bulge in his jeans, your cheeks heating at the sight. 

Josh’s gaze flickered briefly before he clenched his jaw, his own embarrassment evident. “I know,” he muttered, noticing your wandering gaze. “Just… ignore it.”

You stifled a proud smirk, the idea of him feeling aroused right now sending a similar pang down to your core. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not… I might not be able to…” Josh asked, insecurity creeping in on himself as he lowered himself, eye level with your clothed pussy. Having an embarrassing encounter with a girl he’d been seeing was bad enough, but for the same thing to happen with the woman he admired most? He’d never live it down. 

“I’m sure. I mean, this is really fucking weird,” you laughed, “But if you don’t do well that’s okay, that’s what we’re doing this for, right?” 

Josh nodded, jaw tight, before he refocused his gaze to your barely covered pelvis. “You’re right, this is…” Josh blew out a long breath, and you felt it hit your inner thighs, “Really fucking weird. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” 

“Don’t think about it too much,” you advised, voice wavering in your faux confidence. Josh nodded and swallowed, taking a deep breath before reaching his hand up your legs to gently grasp the lacy sides of your panties. 

Looking back to your blown out eyes, he licked his lips. “Can I take this off?” 

You nodded quickly, trying to calm your racing heart and to somehow control the heaving of your chest. With fluttering eyes, Josh took a hold of your underwear on each side of your hip, and gently pulled them downward. 

So you were really doing this. 

You tilted your hips to aid in the removal of the only thing maintaining your modesty, and blew out a tight breath when Josh's eyes refocused on your pussy, now completely bare. 

“Shit, okay,” he breathed out, eyes glossy as he stared down at you. You instinctively closed your knees insecurely, cueing Josh in that he wasn't the only one who felt that they had expectations tonight. 

He placed a gentle hand on your knee and looked back up to you, “Don't be shy.” His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, “If you don't want to do this anymore just tell me, please.”

You nodded quietly, “I’m fine. Same uh… same for you.”

He shook his head, but didn’t say anything else as he gently parted your knees for him, exposing you once more. With a dramatic roll of his shoulders, as if he were warming up for a workout, Josh then plopped back onto his forearms, the bed bouncing slightly under his weight. 

You giggled a little at his theatrics, earning you a smirk from below. The smile was familiar, and you eased out a breath of comfort remembering that this was Josh. You didn’t ever have to feel self-conscious around him. 

“Okay, I’m just gonna go in,” Josh stated, though it was more like the question with the way he watched you, unsure, but a little curious too. 

You nodded, reaching for another pillow to prop beneath your head, “Just go slow, remember? It’s more sensitive at the start,” you advised. 

Josh nodded, and dipped his head between your legs. Your stomach caved with anticipation. You tilted your head back to brace yourself for the contact, staring pleadingly at the ceiling as if it would give you any answers as to what on earth you were both doing. 

Your leg twitched softly as you unexpectedly felt a barely-there kiss planted against your inner thigh, Josh's hand creeping beneath the curve of your plush limb to hold. His eyes found yours quickly at the first movement. He was unspeaking, but his expression was question enough.

You nodded, “Keep going.”

With a timid smile, he nodded once, before his head disappeared between your legs again. He placed another kiss to the same spot on the other leg, lingering a little bit longer before pulling away, only just. 

His lips grazed your skin as he dragged them closer to your pussy, planting another kiss before moving on. 

You swallowed, feeling yourself throb in anticipation. You’d have expected him to be more… clumsy? You weren't quite sure, but the tentative, slow burning nature of Josh's journey was not what you were expecting. 

At last, his lips found where you needed him most, grazing across your sensitive skin, before he pressed one long, wet kiss to your clit. 

You gasped as his lips practically enveloped the sensitive bud, and he pulled back slightly, eyebrows rising as his eyes found your face, watching intently for a reaction. Satisfied with what he saw, he looked back down, and reconnected his lips with your aching core. 

You were embarrassingly wet, and if Josh noticed, he didn't point it out. He ran his tongue down to your entrance and gathered some wetness and spread it over you, coating you in your arousal. The unholy sounds of your moistened skin reverberated in the otherwise quiet room, and you fought back a blush. Josh shuffled below, repositioning his legs so that his groin was in direct contact with the mattress. 

You didn’t have much time to think about it before his tongue dragged up through you, stopping just below your clit as his lips sucked on… well, nothing.

You furrowed your brow and peered down at him. You could feel his tongue darting out to touch you, licking between his plush lips, just above your entrance. 

“Josh, what… what are you doing?” you asked, bending a knee a little higher and widening it to see him better.

Josh's eyes bounced to yours in an instant. “Does… does that not feel good?”

You smiled sympathetically at him, “No… not really.” Josh's ears went bright red. “I mean, you're doing the right thing, but do it… do it where you were before… on my clit.”

“I thought I was?” he wondered, peering down at you and reaching his index finger to touch that same– close, yet wrong spot, just between your clit and your entrance. “Isn’t it here?”

You let loose a silly smile as you shook your head, “No, you had it before…” you commented, reaching down to lift his finger marginally higher until it rested over the nub. His eyes zeroed in on the spot, mouth open in a lazy ‘o’. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was told it was just above the… hole. Like almost on the edge,” he whispered, slowly circling the spot and watching you for your reaction. 

You stifled a moan as you squirmed a little. “Don’t apologise, you weren’t far off,” you choked out. “Who– who told you that?” you asked, sanity slipping through your fingers as you tried to compose yourself against Josh's moving fingers. It was as if he had forgotten he was even touching you.

Josh smiled sheepishly, “Jake.” 

You rolled your eyes and Josh pumped his brows once before dipping his head back down. He reattached his lips to you, this time right over your clit, eyes watching you for approval. The look of ecstasy on your face was apparently enough, as his suction broke momentarily through his little smile. 

His tongue slipped through his lips and lightly flicked your clit, causing you to cry out. You could have died of embarrassment right then, keeping your eyes on the ceiling to avoid Josh's burning stare. 

If Josh minded you being vocal, he didn't let it show as he continued his movements, gracing your swollen skin with soft, calculated movements. You bit your lip hard as his tongue continued to flick against you, that familiar, warm, tight feeling building in the depth of your stomach. 

But as quickly as it arrived, the feeling left you, as Josh's pace changed completely. You sniffed, and tried to get used to the new rhythm, straightening your shoulders slightly. 

Your mouth parted in a gentle sigh as you grew comfortable with his movements again, a little slower than before, but just as pleasurable. Although he’d been a little clumsy here and there– and failed to locate the clit– Josh was doing a pretty good job, you thought. You weren’t so sure what that girl had had an issue with.

You hummed happily as his movements brought forth another wave of pleasure, tightness building in your stomach again. Alas, Josh’s tongue changed rhythm again. 

You threw your head back in annoyance, feeling the warm fuzzy feeling leave you in a blip. 

“Josh…” you started, bringing your hand to his shoulder and tapping lightly. He popped his head up, chin listening and eyes dazed. 

“Yeah?” he asked. His arms were still hooked tightly around your thighs, keeping both you and him grounded in the act. His contented look quickly fell when he took in your expression. “Oh. What is it? Tell me, please.”

“You’re… you’re doing really good, I promise, it's just that…” you hesitated. It was a lot harder giving feedback in the bedroom than you would have thought. Maybe it was the people pleaser in you, or maybe it was because you cared about Josh, but you felt bad. 

“Just what? Tell me, c’mon, I wanna learn,” he pleaded with an encouraging smile, squeezing your thighs reassuringly. 

“You just keep changing it up. I can’t…” you struggled for the words, “Everytime you… get on track, I guess– you change up the rhythm. I can’t keep up.” 

Josh bit his cheek and pursed his lips, deep in thought. “Shit, sorry. Okay, I’ll be more… consistent. Can you let me know I’m doing it right though? I think I’m changing ‘cause I don't know if you're– if it's good.”

You nodded, and sat back as he returned to you. This time, when he reconnected with you, the pace was steady as before, and the concentrated stare he held on your face told you he was trying his absolute best to do this right. 

“More… more pressure,” you advised, your instruction quickly followed as Josh's tongue rubbed against you harder. 

You bit your lip to keep at bay your moans, and to your dismay, Josh's mouth left you entirely, leaving behind a cold gust of air. You let out a small, frustrated sigh.

Josh swallowed and wiped his chin, “I need you to make more… noise. Please don’t be shy about it. I just don't know if I’m doing it right.”

“Okay,” you breathed, not expecting him to ask that of you, “I will.” For some reason, letting sounds of pleasure escape you seemed far more intimate. Despite the fact that he was literally rubbing his mouth against your pussy, the whole experience had seemed rather transactional, and you’d tried your best to keep it friendly. But showing him that you were actually aroused and enjoying yourself seemed a step further from ‘friendly’.

Josh dove back in, a lot lower this time as he’d decided to try something new, his mouth directly over your opening. He experimentally circled your entrance with his tongue, glancing up at you frequently, before he slowly nudged it inside. 

“Oh shit,” you whimpered pathetically, the feeling reminding you of what had been missing. Josh pushed it in a little deeper, and curled his tongue so that it dragged along your front walls. His thumb reached up to your clit, eyes watching to make sure he got the right spot as he pressed down, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. 

Unable to help yourself, your hand found his head, fingers kneading into his curls as he worked you perfectly. 

“Fuck Josh, thats it,” you whispered. You couldn’t cum like this, but God did it feel good. A low sound reverberated from Josh’s chest when you tightened your hold on his hair, pushing him a little bit closer to you as you let free a moan. 

Peering down at him again, you noticed one of his hands had abandoned his tight hold on your thigh, and was now preoccupied with palming himself through his jeans. 

Your chest was heaving. It felt so good, and Josh was practically feeding off your energy. Your fingers kneaded into his hair, letting yourself relax completely against him. 

His tongue jerked against your walls for a while longer, thumb continuing to rub circles over your clit, until he slowed, somehow cuing that as good as it felt, you weren't finishing from that alone.

You sighed as he slowed, feeling him slip his tongue out of you and look back up at you, licking his lips. He smiled shyly at the look of you, cheeks red and forehead slightly damp with sweat. Your hair had gone a little messy against the pillow and you stared down at him with a certain look on your face that had his stomach flipping. He leaned back on his knees to sit on his heels.

The way you looked then, he thought, was the most beautiful he’d ever seen you before. 

“Any feedback?” he asked, a little awkward smile playing on his lips. 

“None.”

He smirked proudly at that. “I wanna… I wanna try and make you cum now. Is that okay?” he asked. 

“Isn’t that the whole reason we’re doing this?” you asked, laughing a little.

He shrugged, “Well, I know it takes a while. And it’s not always about finishing. ‘S important to make you– make girls feel good for the… duration.” A blush crept on his cheeks at the slip up, but you ignored it. 

You whispered a small ‘true,’ as Josh fell forward onto his forearms. 

“Okay, take five, or however many times I’ve gone back in now,” he joked, and you giggled a little. The sight of your abdomen bobbing with your laughs had Josh feeling all warm and cozy inside. 

Returning his mouth, Josh spread the wetness from your centre back up through your folds to your clit, eyes darting to you to ensure he was actually there, before shutting his eyes and giving it some much needed attention again. First he licked, and you moaned lightly at the sensation, and then he sucked, which brought your hand back to his curls and your back arching into his touch. 

The tight suction on your clit left, and he left a long sloppy kiss to it again, burying his face in you completely. Unfortunately, it was a bit too deep, and something hard scraped the sensitive flesh.

“Ah teeth!” you yelped with a jolt. 

Josh held your hips steady and smiled up at you sheepishly, “Sorry, accident.”

He dipped back down and continued to lick and suck– mostly at the same time. He experimented with pace for only a moment before finding what suited you best– or, what made you moan the loudest and writhe the most restlessly. 

One of his hands drifted up your inner thigh and his middle finger found your entrance, the tip tracing the edge questioningly. His eyes found you again, and you nodded frantically, brows furrowed in ecstasy. 

“Do it Josh, please. Do it, do it,” you pleaded, your arousal getting the best of you. Slowly, he coated his finger in the same wetness, and eased it gently inside of you. Your walls wrapped around him, warm and tight as you pulled him in. He groaned into you at the sensation, but you didn’t care, pulling his face in closer as you chased the heavenly feeling brewing in your stomach. 

“Another,” you breathed, “Another, Josh.”

Josh didn’t make you ask twice, as he eased his ring finger in beside the other, curling the digits against your walls just as his tongue had, though hitting you deeper and with more strength– more calculation. 

It was perfect. His tongue flicked against your clit quickly, the pace unwavering between his lips that wrapped tightly around you, as if sucking you into his mouth. His fingers moved perfectly inside you, hitting that spot expertly each time. You cried out when he pressed just a little more pressure against your clit with his tongue.

One glance down at him, eyes closed in contentment, mouth on you and fingers in you, brought you to the edge– but the sight of him rubbing his hard-on through his jeans pushed you over it. 

“Yes yes yes yes, don’t stop, Josh I’m– fuck!” you cried, holding Josh's head against you as if he were leaving, hips bucking against his face. You were sure he was suffocating against you, but he didnt stop, groaning into you as you practically rode his face. 

You came down slowly, though still floated in a haze of pleasure. Josh slowed his movements in sync with your pulsing walls, contracting against his fingers. 

Being in this high of sexual euphoria was dangerous, like lacking sobriety and spilling your guts without a second thought. You realised that when you heard yourself ask Josh to take his pants off. 

His head whipped up immediately, meeting your eyes in a wide look of disbelief. “What?”

No longer being touched, your rationality sent a flush up your neck. You wish you could have taken it back, maintained the somewhat hidden nature of your activity, and continued to allow you both to pretend that you were only doing this for Josh’s… sexual education. Alas, he had heard you, and he was awaiting a response. There was no turning back now.

“Your jeans. Take them off… please?” You were desperate at this point.

What the fuck were you thinking? 

Josh swallowed and clumsily pulled away from you, shuffling off the bed and onto his legs, wobblier than he was expecting. His eyes remained locked on you as he fumbled with his belt, fingers trembling against the silver buckle. Once it was unclipped, his fly was undone in a flash and his jeans were practically ripped down his legs. He stumbled with the fabric around his ankles for a moment, and you watched amusedly from the bed as he hopped on one foot, fighting the jeans off his body. 

“For fucks sake,” he muttered, tearing them away from his body before straightening up. He stared at you, now only in his– very tented– underwear. His chest was heaving in anticipation– in excitement. 

Taking a chance that you knew you shouldn’t have, you slowly crawled off the bed, to stand in front of him, and lowered yourself to your knees. Josh lost his breath at your movement, mouth agape as he breathed heavily, hands hovering by his sides.

You placed one hand on the front of his thigh gently, and looked up at him for a go ahead. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered, seemingly out of breath. 

With a sudden burst of confidence, you smiled a little, “Can I… return the favour?”

Josh swallowed thickly and tore his eyes away from yours, no longer able to stare at you without making a fool of himself. He instead stared at the wall ahead. “Yes. But you don't have to if–” he choked out, breath caught when you slid your palm from his thigh to his hard bulge. 

His breath shuddered in a voiced whine, one hand steadying himself on your shoulder. 

“We shouldn't be doing this,” he advised as you squeezed him through the thin fabric of his navy boxers. 

“I know,” you agreed, taking the waistband between your fingers and sliding his boxers past his hips and to his ankles. His cock sprang free, hard and swollen, bouncing in the air a little only inches away from your face. 

Josh cursed as you exposed him, running a hand through his already disheveled curls in a feeble attempt to ground himself. You took a moment to study him, eyes taking in his pink, swollen head, the same shade of pink as his lips. He curved to the left a little, and he was thick and beautiful as ever. 

You looked up at him through your lashes, “Can I?” 

Josh's mouth hung open as he nodded desperately, drunk with desire. “I’m not gonna– I won't be able to last… I’m already– fuck. I can’t hold on for long–”

You cut him off, gently shushing him as you leaned forward and placed your pouted lips against the head of his cock. It was already a little damp, tasting faintly of pre-cum, and you happily coated your lips with the substance. You didn’t get much further before Josh's hands found your top, tugging the collar gently. 

“Please… off?” he pleaded. You nodded and pulled your shirt up over your head, Joshs helping hands pulling it off your arms eagerly. Though wearing a bra, Josh ogled at your breasts shamelessly, eyes wide and mouth still parted. The lustful look on his face was absolutely sinful. 

You brought your mouth back to his aching cock, wrapping your lips around him and lowering yourself only slightly, so that the head was completely enveloped between your lips. Josh moaned and brought a hand forth to the back of your head, but quickly pulled it away anxiously. 

His attempt to remain respectful while you were on your knees for him made you smile. You reached back and took his hand in yours, pulling it to rest against your head.

“Oh God,” he whispered. You popped your lips off him and ran your tongue down his length, leaving wet sloppy kisses in your wake to wetten his skin, and his thighs trembled at the contact. 

You brought your hand up to the length and pumped him twice, coating his cock in your spit, before taking him into your mouth as best as you could. Your hand held whatever you couldn't fit, and you wrapped your lips around him tightly, conscious to keep your teeth out of the way. 

“Oh– fuck,” Josh moaned. He called your name as his fist tightened in your hair, not pulling or pushing, just holding on. You were dimly aware of a gust of air that followed the removal of his own shirt, and you peered up at his body, fully naked, glowing, and as beautiful as ever. 

As you began to pump Josh into your mouth, you slid your other hand from his hip up his abdomen until it was resting just below his sternum. He wasted no time in pressing his own hand against yours, holding it there, against his heaving body. 

“I– I can’t… fuck me. I’m gonna cum, I’m sorry! I–” Josh whimpered, body trembling. You eagerly continued your movements, knowing he’d been waiting long enough for his own release, revelling in the way he fell apart at your hands. 

A string of explicit curses left his lips in whines and moans and his legs trembled, hips tight in an attempt not to buck, before you felt him cum inside your mouth, warm and salty. You eased your movements, letting him finish while he whispered incoherent incantations under his breath, before you pulled yourself off him, swallowing his release and smiling up at him shyly. 

When your eyes found Josh’s, he held you in a stare so enraptured in awe, that your own breathing stuttered. In a moment, Josh had dropped himself to his knees in front of you, face so close that you could feel his breath fan against your cheek. 

His eyes darted between your own, and he wore an expression of pained adoration. 

“Can I please kiss you?” he asked, fingers reaching up to trace your jaw. You only got in one nod before his lips came crashing into yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and he on yours, as you both let your passion take over completely. Kissing Josh was familiar, and you found yourself in your prom dress again, Josh in his tux that was slightly too big for him, kissing in the dark parking lot in a place where no one could see. 

When you pulled away for air, Josh stared at you as if you’d hung the moon. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispered, tongue gracing his bottom lip as if he couldn’t stop tasting you. 

“Me too,” you admitted, blushing manically. “Will you stay the night?” you asked bravely. 

Josh nodded quickly. “Yes– yeah, of course.”

With a shy smile, Josh stood, and helped you stand too, now a little awkward as you stood before each other completely naked, save for your bra. Josh cupped his softening dick, anxiously looking for his boxers in the mess of the room, and you shamesly watched his round, perky ass as he bent over to retrieve them, before slipping them up his toned thighs and over his pelvis. 

You retrieved a pair of underwear and some light pajamas to wear for the night, finding it amusing how Josh maintained a respectful gaze as you changed, eyes on the floor as if he hadn't just brought you to orgasm with his mouth. 

“We should probably talk about… everything that just happened,” you suggested as you stepped into your small ensuite to brush your teeth. 

Josh followed behind you and stood against your back as you stared into the bathroom mirror, resting his head on your shoulder. “We should, but can we wait until tomorrow?” he pouted.

You smiled and coated your toothbrush and the spare he always left in your bathroom for emergencies with toothpaste and shoved it into his mouth. 

You both brushed your teeth in silence, stealing silly glances at each other in the mirror and giggling around your toothbrushes. This was the most absurd situation you’d ever found yourself in. 

Once done, you made your way to your bed. Josh had stayed over before, and you'd certainly shared a bed before too, but never had just been only in his boxers doing so. Never had you gone down on each other either, but there you were. 

Josh slipped under the covers beside you, and waited until you were situated before he switched off your bedside lamp. You could feel the heat of his body, not far from yours, and cautiously reached out your hand for him to hold. 

He took it quickly, and squeezed comfortingly. You turned on your side, mimicking his position so that you were facing him. Josh smiled a little, the outlines of his face illuminated by the moonlight.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, I…I would really like to, um– to do that with you again… If you would like to, too.”

You smiled lazily at him, “I’d like that.”

His expression lifted, “So I did good?” 

You shrugged with a sarcastic lift of your brows, “You got there in the end.”

Josh shuffled closer, “Hmm… I guess we’ll need to try again then. ‘Got there in the end’ isn’t quite the response I was going for,” he teased.

You smiled, “A bit more practice couldn’t hurt.”

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HOWLIN’ FOR YOU

“Baby, I’m howlin’ for you.” - Howlin’ For You, The Black Keys

WARNINGS: whiskey dick, drunken sex, sloppy sex, giggly sex, oral (both ways), sexual embarrassment

Hand in hand, giggling down the strip, tripping and stumbling, you’d never felt more elated. Well, with Josh you always did. He was a ball of sunshine in every sense of the word and life of the party, but your favorite part was after the party. Both of your tipsy or way more than tipsy selves would stumble back to the hotel while giggling, shit eating grins on your faces, knowing how the night would end. It was usually sloppy, uncoordinated, and fun. But that’s how you liked it after a good night out. You just wanted him to touch you, to kiss you, to nibble on your skin, to drunkenly stumble out of his boxers and almost hit his head on the nightstand. He’d laugh it off, crawling up onto the bed with the pillowy duvet that felt so soft like clouds, hands groping you shamelessly while he would grind himself against your thigh. Half the time you’d almost choke on his tongue, tasting like his favorite cocktail: salty dogs, and either fireball or straight tequila shots.

Tonight would be no different, but, Josh was a little more drunk than usual. Not that you didn’t participate, of course you did. Throwing back a couple shots, sipping on fruity cocktails while he ran up when it was his turn for karaoke. He usually drunkenly sang ‘Uptown Girl’ by Billy Joel or ‘Brandy’ when he was extra drunk. Tonight, he chose ‘Super Trooper’ by ABBA. An odd one, but of course everyone loved it, cheering him on and singing along while laughing as he forgot words or didn’t start quick enough.

You met him offstage, immediately linking elbows with him. “You’re getting sloppy, babe.” you joke, and he presses a slobbery kiss to your cheek akin to a dog licking you. You’re too lazy to wipe it off, pecking his cheek in return.

“I’m havin’ fun!” Josh rolls his eyes with absolutely no annoyance or bitter tone, his big brown eyes practically sparkling.

“I know, I know, you love to party hardy.” you unlink elbows and snake your hand around his waist, patting his hip. He snorts, but leans into your touch.

“Ready to go?” you ask him, whispering in his ear before taking his gold hoop between your teeth to tug at it, trying to make your intent known.

“Mmm…” he hums, pretending to think on it while his eyes dart to the ceiling. His eyes drop back to you, a Cheshire grin forming on his lips. “Maybe one more shot.” His fingers drum over your side.

“We are not doing one more shot, one more shot my ass.” you laugh and manage to drag him out of the bar, his sweaty hand laced with yours, clasping it in a tight grip while he stumbles back through the damp city streets. It was misty, and perfect for a walk back. You were eternally grateful it wasn’t too cold.

Grabbing the key and pushing it up to the entrance door, you fumbled until you heard a beep and shoved you and Josh in as quickly as possibly, quickly opting for the elevator.

He shamelessly groped your ass in the elevator, eyes darting to yours before looking at the floor numbers rise on the tiny screen above the elevator buttons. His foot tapped impatiently, cheeks flushed in the overly fluorescent white light.

Josh immediately grabbed you and grinned when the elevator dinged at your floor, pulling the keycard out of his pocket. He ended up bumping his hip on the wall a few times at his very poor attempt at walking in a straight line.

You didn’t exactly know how but you had ended up inside the hotel room and had even managed to lock the door. Josh pawed at you, groping every inch of skin he could while simultaneously trying to pull off your shirt. It was sloppy and uncoordinated but you couldn’t help but love it, he was so gone for you, so unbelievably needy that he didn’t know what he wanted first. So, you pushed him off you slightly and pulled off your shirt, leaving your bare chest on display for him. He grabbed at your hips, then your sides, then your chest, his mouth reaching over to lick and suck at your neck and collarbones.

His mouth reached up to yours and your teeth clashed, both of you letting out the stupidest giggles into each other’s mouths. “Kiss much?” you tease with a peck to his lip.

“Mmm…” he pecks your lips back, and you can feel his mustache brush against your top lip, making you shudder. “Sometimes.” he grins into his next kiss, hand splayed against the small of your back while he tried his best not to wobble.

You both break apart and manage to stumble into the beautiful king sized hotel bed, laying back on the duvet that felt so soft against the bare skin of your back. You reach your hands up after he pulls his shirt off and immediately go to grab his pecs. “Damn, baby.” you giggle with a grin. “You’ve got some titties.”

“Shut the fuck up!” he laughs, trying to seat your hands away but it’s not out of malice. He sloppily kisses your neck, goosebumps forming over your skin as his saliva cools.

“C’mon.” you flip him over and straddle his stomach, clumsily inching yourself down to his thighs. But, there’s something odd, he isn’t hard.

“Josh..” you frown, slightly confused. You look back down at his crotch which doesn’t have the usual bulge. “Do you not want anything tonight?”

“No!” he immediately defends himself. “I do, I do.” he rapidly shakes his head, hands going to your sides to rub them.

“But you’re not… hard.” you try your best to say without being too brash.

“Maybe just- maybe just play with it a little, get the blood pumping?” he suggests with a tilt of his head, tan cheeks flushed a strawberry pink.

You nod your head, immediately undoing those horrid khakis you hate that he wears out constantly, that and his stupid white sweatshirt that you’ve tried to hide in the back of the closet. Pulling them off with his boxers, you immediately skip just touching him and opt to go a different route, wrapping your mouth around him. The size difference is comparable, and you can easily get most of his length in your mouth. He jolts, shocked. “Jesus fuck, babe!” he can’t help but laugh out, his breath sucked out of his flushed and sweaty chest.

Your other hand goes to play with his balls, you push your head down and take all of him but not even a twitch, he wasn’t even close to half hard. His dick was still limp in your mouth, a very odd feeling.

After a few minutes of this, you pull him out of your mouth with a slightly disappointed look on your face. “I’m sorry, it’s- it’s not happening. I’m hard in my mind but my dick won’t compute.”

You chuckle at his words, getting ready to just cuddle with him and fall asleep but as you grab your shirt he stops you with a sharp: “No!”

“No?” you tilt your head at him, eyebrow raised.

“Just cause I can’t get it up doesn’t mean I don’t wanna fuck you.” Josh tries to drunkenly explain.

“You can’t fuck me, Josh.” you remind him with a roll of your eyes. Was he just trying to tease you and failing?

“I have fingers.” he wiggles them with a stupid grin. “And my tongue-“

Before he can demonstrate you cover his mouth with your hand, yelping when he bites them. “Okay, okay, I get it.” you shake your head.

“Hop up, pretty.” he pats his cheeks with that stupid kiszka wink. “C’mon.”

“Joshua-“ you protest.

“Nope! Don’t full name me, hop up.” he shakes his head, reaching for your hips.

“But-“

“Up!” he tugs at your hips, pulling you where his shoulders meet his collarbones.

“Mkay.” you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, chuckling at his need to please. If josh was anything, he was a stubborn piece of shit. When he was adamant, there would be no changing his mind.

You quickly lift your hips and pull your underwear down, sliding off of him to kick them off before sitting back onto his chest. “I love dessert.” he giggles before grabbing your hips and immediately shoving you down onto his face.

“Joshua!” you yelp, but before you can get a snide comment in his tongue immediately laps at you.

“Fuck!” your fingers reach up to grip the headboard, he shakes his head so his nose repeatedly brushes against your clit, giving you the best jolts of stimulation.

The sound is downright secular, sinful in nature. But, it felt oh so delicious, way better than anything that money could buy. He lifts your hips up for a moment. “Fuck, baby,” he looks up with glossy eyes. You can’t tell if it’s due to lust or the many drinks he’s had, probably both. “God, you’re so yummy.”

“Yummy?” you snort at his choice of words.

“Yummy, delicious, delectable, tasty, mouthwatering, succulent, exquisite, heavenly, divine-“ he rambles on, listening every possible synonym he knows.

“I get it!” you giggle, stretching your back. Your neck looks back and you can see his dick twitch, looking a little bit harder than before.

“Hold on.” you tell him, flipping yourself around so that you were facing his crotch.

“Is this a better angle for you? You should’ve told me-“ he whines out, and you can almost see his pout.

Your hands splay at his stomach, and you trace your fingers down to his pubic bone. Another twitch. Your eyes light up.

You arch your back, pressing a sloppy kiss to his pubic bone and his hips immediately jolt, a bigger twitch. You lick your lips, lulling your tongue out. The tip of your tongue touches just below his belly button, the start of his happy trail. And you sloppily lap down his happy trail like a thirsty dog. You can hear him groan, sending beautiful vibrations straight to your clit. You moan in response, pressing sloppy kisses to his pubic bone, his happy trail and trimmed pubes glistening with saliva.

In return, Josh happily shoves his tongue inside of you, curling it perfectly to make you squirm and shake in delight. You grabbed his mostly soft dick and pressed kisses to the tip of him, giving him little kitten licks. This just makes him curl his tongue with greater enthusiasm.

“Mhmmmm.” he groans into your pussy, pulling his tongue out of you to suck onto your clit. His tongue flicks at it at a sloppy rhythm, and you’re lucky you’re so horny because regularly this would not be enough to make you cum. But, right now, it feels downright euphoric.

You take him into your mouth, slowly sucking on his tip before moving down an inch, then another. His flicks to your clit become even more sloppy, and he knows that, so, he just suckles the best he can. You groan onto him, his hips buck, sending another inch into your mouth. Thankfully, you don’t choke. Your thumbs rub circles into his hips, fingers scratching the skin above his ass to let him know you were there. But, josh is still mostly soft, and you’re not sure if he’d even be able to cum tonight. Still, you enjoy the closeness of him in your mouth, it feels like you’re intertwined, souls meshing for at least just a moment.

Josh grips your hips tighter, rocking you against his mouth to give you as much stimulation as he can, and you shamelessly rock your hips against his tongue.

“C’mon, baby.” you can hear him mumble from underneath you. His fingers side down and squeeze both of your asscheeks, pulling them apart slightly to have better access between your folds.

After a good minute, you can feel your muscles tighten and your thighs shake. Josh immediately locks his hands on your hips to prevent you from pulling away. You can’t help but shut your eyes, feeling the height of the orgasm crash over you like heavy waves. Your toes curl and you shake, Josh continuing to swirl his tongue.

And then… you relax, pulling him out of your mouth as the serotonin rushes to your brain. You wipe your mouth with the back of your palm and he finally stops. Flopping over, you giggle and look at him with dreamy eyes, still seeing stars.

“Still got it,” he says proudly with a wink.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Please, you could barely get close to being half hard.”

He gasps dramatically, hand on his chest. “I’m wounded, truly wounded. I thought you loved me, it’s supposed to be in sickness and in health, you know?”

“I don’t think whiskey dick counts as in sickness, probably in drunkenness. And we aren’t even married so you can’t pull that.” you tease, poking his cheek.

He laughs and pecks your lips. He stretches out, sighing before getting himself up. “‘M gonna brush my teeth. All I can taste is pussy.”

You grab a decorative pillow and throw it at him, hitting him in the back. He yelps playfully and grabs his toothbrush.

[katuschka]

Draw the Line

f!OC x Josh Kiszka x m!OC 13.200 words

Summary: Jo and her husband Lucas own an art studio where Jo teaches drawing lessons. As one of her students becomes a model one day by a "lucky" chance, he soon manages to have them both wrapped around his finger (unintentionally, f'course). The situation escalates quickly when they confess about being attracted to him, respectively.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): This is filth, ok? FILTH! Including: voyeurism, seduction, kissing, licking, fingering, rimming, booze, threesome, sex, oral sex, anal sex, light choking, light dom play, overstimulation, throatfuck, gagging, face-sitting, expressive language, open-ish marriage, polyamory

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Oh, you're such a pretty one And the naked thrills of flesh and skin Would tease me through the night Liquido, Narcotic

Ever since you can barely walk, there are people who think it’s due or even necessary to ask that one stupid question: What do you wanna be when you grow up. 

It’s quite funny, because some people can reach middle age without having figured it out! Yet there’s always this one grandpa, or aunt, or someone else’s mom who thinks they have the right to know your answer before you even reach the age to even care. 

Not me. I cared quite early on. However, my answer never satisfied anyone. Ever since I could barely hold a crayon, I wanted to be a famous painter. Famous because in my childish head that simply meant that I would make money, and thus wouldn’t have to do anything else. 

The imaginative worlds created by visual artists always fascinated me and I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to dedicate my life to it. ‘But that’s a hobby, Jo, not a profession,’ they all said. Some of them went as far as calling me a stupid girl, which became much more common as the years went by.

I can be quite stubborn when it comes to my life choices. Sometimes it’s a weakness, other times I profit from it, depending on the situation. It proved to be a blessing exactly twice. 

The first time was when I met Lucas and I simply decided that he would be mine, even though I’ve always thought that he’s completely out of my league. He’s perfect. Toned and strong, but not too much, with overlong eyelashes and thick dark shiny hair that many a woman would die for, including me. He wears it in a high bun with an undercut, sometimes switching to a french braid when he wants to get me extra wet, because it makes him look like Ragnar. 

But more importantly, he’s kind, loving, (com)passionate and supportive. And that brings me to the second time I tried to get what I wanted, and went for it, headlong! No, I did not become a famous painter, but running an art studio where I teach drawing classes is not that bad either. Definitely better than some boring office job. So, against all odds and with a bit of luck, I’m living the life I truly enjoy. Needless to say, it wouldn’t be possible without Lucas, his support and help. I’m the creative driving force and he’s the brain, taking care of “business”. 

He had helped me to create a place that truly felt like a second home. I’m confident enough to say that it’s a cool artistic haven, bohemian in style, but well-equipped. Lucas understands my chaotic mind, always willing and able to put my visions and ideas into practice in an orderly, yet original way. I wanted my art studio to look like a tearoom, and he made it work. 

You see, my husband is a true bringer of light. At least as far as my life goes. 

Well, despite all that, having everything doesn’t necessarily mean that you never want more. I’m not talking about money or ambition, but rather about simple joys of life and that insatiable yearning to try something new. I still had secret dreams and fantasies; some of which came true. However, certain wishes should remain locked in the safe and sacred space of your own head. 

My most secret fantasy materialized in the form of one loud and vivacious pixie man. 

He was attending my figure drawing classes. I never really understood why, because he just couldn’t stand still and focus on the task in front of him. Instead, he roamed around the room, discussing other people’s progress animatedly and with sincere interest. Everyone loved him, because he managed to turn each session into a pagan sermon praising human creativity. While hardly ever finishing his own drawing, he assisted me in bringing out the best in other people. 

Did I mention he was also cute as a button? No? Well, let me tell you, there were times when I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He possesses this special kind of handsomeness that’s not always noticeable at first sight because he doesn’t flaunt it, but once you really look at him, you just can’t unsee it. A little effeminate, but with some undeniably masculine features. His face is asymmetric, and yet the proportions are just right. He has an almost boyish body, but so well toned it makes him look powerful. No, actually, I think it is his strong personality that makes him look powerful.

Long story short, Josh invaded my mind with impudence and made himself at home there. That means the thoughts he helped paint inside my head were definitely not innocent. 

But that’s where I drew the line. 

Don’t get me wrong. There were no complicated feelings involved. Josh was like fragrant, spicy wine that I wished to taste, but did not necessarily crave.

I enjoyed his company during my lessons and always looked forward to seeing him again. My fantasies and secret, made up scenarios took us a bit further – to more dangerous places – but they were my and my only.

Private fantasies. Locked up worlds to which only you have the key. Not even Lucas can infiltrate these. He has his own, anyway. 

We both know this. It’s refreshing to be able to talk about it without the fear of hurting the other. We even discussed the concept of an open marriage a few times, and even though the opportunity never presented itself, we never ruled it out as a possibility in the future. 

For a long time, we were just dreamers.

Nevertheless, the Universe works in mysterious ways sometimes. 

One course usually consists of ten weekly classes, and the one I mentioned – the one Josh was attending, that is – was nearing the end. I needed promotional pictures for my socials and Lucas once again volunteered to take them. He’s no professional photographer, but still pretty good, being able to catch the genuine atmosphere of my courses. 

Sadly, it was also one of those days when everything that could possibly go wrong, indeed does go wrong. My personal struggles that day culminated when my model cancelled at the very last moment and without explanation. The lesson was already paid for and everyone was waiting by their respective easels. 

Normally, I would probably just call it off and return the money, but this was the last session before Christmas, there was not time to schedule a substitute class, we had agreed on doing a series of quick sketches and I desperately needed those in-class photos to promote exactly that because new courses starting January were supposed to focus on croquis drawing for designers. 

See, my courses are not intended only for enthusiastic amateurs; I offer help and consultation also to many aspiring and ambitious artists and designers who feel like school classes are not enough. That’s why it’s necessary to have a good model. 

Anna had proven to be unreliable in the past, but the people attending my classes loved her for her naturally looking yet challenging poses. Models are almost like actors. Or mimes. It’s hard work, extremely boring on Monday and then suddenly physically challenging on Tuesday… I guess I couldn’t really blame her. And yet I blamed her. 

For a moment, I considered doing it myself, but I also had to instruct and advise my students, AND it was also essential for me to be portrayed in Lucas’s photos in precisely this role. 

I’m able to keep my cool in most situations. However, the stressful day had taken its toll, Lucas had not yet arrived to give me at least some emotional support and I simply lost it in front of everyone, groaning in frustration and kicking the stool in the middle of the room where my model was already supposed to sit and which was now empty. 

“Fucking bitch!”

I regretted it immediately. Very unprofessional. However, several people laughed and Laura, a sweet (and slightly roguish) sixty year old lady who attended almost all my courses including landscape painting, chimed in with “hear, hear”. 

I didn’t laugh though. I felt tired and miserable, and it probably showed. Tilting my head back and searching for some answers on the ceiling (Blank spaces inspire me, so what!), I didn’t even notice him approaching me until I felt his light touch on my shoulder. 

“Hey, Jo, I can do that.” He sounded almost bashful… which was pretty unusual, if you ask me. His cheeky grin when I finally looked at him spoke a different language though. I knew who Josh was, and what he did for a living. I knew he loved to be the center of attention. And yet…

Artistic models are often deliberately anonymous people. They cherish their privacy and like to remain unrecognized, especially when they pose for nudes. It’s understandable, because for many, it’s not their main source of income. Another good thing about Anna was that she didn’t mind being featured on my website and social media. So that’s another reason why the situation sucked. 

“Seriously? You’d do that?” I asked incredulously, crossing my arms. “Do you realize you’d have to strip to your underwear…?” 

“Yeah, about that…,” Josh scratched the scalp at the nape of his neck and giggled. 

“What?” 

I didn’t really need to ask, though, because I think we all already suspected it. And sure enough, the cheeky Laura made herself heard once again. 

“I think he’s not wearing any, Jo! Am I right, Joshy boy?” Standing there with her large cup of latte like the queen she was, she pulled her glasses down and winked at him playfully. 

Josh blushed and bit his lip, but remained determined to save the day. “Damn right, Lor!” he practically screeched and then giggled again. While I would have been willing to let him pose for us in just his briefs, I couldn’t possibly allow this. He might be a bit reckless, but I am not. Getting into trouble with his manager was not worth it. 

The possibility of seeing him totally naked was, on the other hand, DEFINITELY worth it, but still not enough to make my brain shut down completely.

“I can’t let you do that, Josh. Do you realize my husband is coming to take photographs of this lesson? And I’m planning to use them online!” 

He still seemed completely unfazed, making a long face as well as some other animated gestures with his truly beautiful hands, and it was starting to get on my nerves, honestly. “And? People have already seen all of me anyway… well, um, maybe all the parts except lil’ Joshito, but even that’s a bit… debatable.” 

I shouldn’t have laughed, but the nickname almost made me choke on the oxygen I just inhaled. He was still so nonchalant about it. With his hands in his pockets, he was swaying slightly back and forth, while still waiting for my response. It was a true match of stubbornness, with the two of us standing in the middle of the room, and neither willing to give up. He kept wiggling his eyebrows at me, and I kept chewing my lower lip. 

“Seriously, Jo. It’s gonna be fine! And honestly, what other option do you have? Well, of course, unless the others are against my idea…” To my dismay, Josh was very good at persuading people to do whatever he wanted. It comes with the profession, I suppose. When he failed with me, that little weasel naturally turned to others for help. And he was successful. Those traitors all cheered and kept nodding in his favor, so I finally gave in, albeit reluctantly.

“Fiiine,” I sighed and put on the most careworn face I could muster. “But see how miserable you make me feel?” There was still more on my mind – and tongue – but the sudden kiss on my cheek rendered me speechless. Bold! Before I could recover, he was already shirtless and taking off his shoes… which immediately felt like a final, fatal blow. 

To say that I did not expect such a sight would be a lie. If I told you I had never watched any of his videos on Youtube or TikTok, my nose would grow like Pinocchio’s. Josh is like one of those friendzoned good guys from movies that transform into objects of desire when you’re least expecting it. Not that I did not suspect him to look fine under his bleached long sleeves and beige hoodies, but what used to be a very abstract subject of my daydreams now became a tough reality that had me on a chokehold in no time. 

Thank god I was not the only one and god bless Laura once again for her insolent remarks that brought me back to reality and prevented me from staring at those flexing arms while he was unlacing his sneakers. I recovered quickly, reminding him we had a changing room for that, with bathrobes he could use. 

Josh dismissed that with one flick of a hand and proceeded to unbutton his fly. I think my head started spinning even before he actually slid the khaki fabric down his precious buttocks. I have seen my fair share of male asses and dicks – and not just in bed, obviously – but there’s a strange novelty in it when it’s someone you actually want to see naked, which I’m sure you understand. I went to check on my emergency supply of charcoal and kneaded erasers that were placed on another stool nearby. There I secretly counted to ten before I took his neatly folded clothes to put them away. 

He was sitting cross legged on the stool when I got back, grinning and tapping fingers on his knee. “So, what do you want me to do?”

“Right…well,” I cleared my throat. “You’re supposed to change the pose every fifteen minutes… don’t worry, I’ll set the timer. It could be theatrical or completely relaxed, doesn’t really matter. Just make sure it’s different every time. AND be mindful of the fact that you’re supposed to hold the pose! No fidgeting.” Knowing Josh, I stressed the last piece of information and he nodded enthusiastically to convince me he understood. It didn’t convince me at all. “We already lost some time, so there will be nine poses max.” 

“Got it, boss. So how about this?” He stood up and struck a mighty pose with his hands on his hips, chin up and chest sticking out proudly. He looked like Napoleon before bedtime and I couldn’t prevent my eyes from rolling. 

“Yeah, whatever suits you… So everyone, let’s get to work!” 

As I had expected, it proved to be an almost impossible task for Josh to keep still, and after a short while, he started talking to keep himself from moving. I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t interrupting me in my own attempts to consult other people’s progress as I walked around the room, checking their sketches. 

We finally agreed on putting on some music during his next pose, which was that of the thinker a la Rodin. Not gonna lie, I was glad he got back in a sitting position. At least for a while. 

My relief was short-lived. 

As the timer chimed for the second time, Josh stretched his back, pulled his arms up and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight. I thought and hoped he was just making himself comfortable, relieving his tense muscles, but he decided to remain in the position. He just bent the right arm, grabbed his left elbow with his right hand, rested his head against his right bicep and closed his eyes. Obviously, that was the next pose and everyone got back to work, quickly switching their papers once again. 

I stood there mesmerised, watching his heaving chest and being intrigued by his pouty lips, when a familiar voice on my right almost made me jump. I hadn’t noticed him coming in. 

“Who’s that?” Lucas asked in a low voice so as not to disturb anyone. He stroked my back gently, but his eyes were fixed on Josh, his expression one of wonder. 

“That’s Josh…,” I replied – almost absentmindedly – as if that somehow explained the situation, but Lucas’s amused “ok…?” pulled me fully back into reality. Lucas was often present at my lessons – usually doing some boring but necessary work in the adjacent office – but never before during figure drawing, because it collided with his workout plans. 

“Yeah...uh…Sorry. He attends this course. Anna screwed me again and Josh volunteered to substitute for her today.” I looked sideways at Lucas to see him still watching Josh with a furrowed brow. I was a bit anxious that he had noticed my restlessness, but Lucas seemed lost in his own thoughts. 

“He seems familiar,” my husband mumbled after a while. 

“Yeah, I think you know him. Greta Van Fleet.” I never listened to that kind of music, but Lucas did, and Josh’s band was featured on some of his favorite playlists. I think he had even subscribed to their channel, but in Lucas’s case, that doesn’t mean much. I expected him to respond with “oh, cool,” or something like that, but he just kept staring at the dainty figure in the middle of the room that still seemed oblivious to his arrival. Just like I had been, thanks to the music. Laura finally noticed him too, and waved hello, breaking the strange spell we were both seemingly under. 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Lucas whispered after he saluted the old lady. I knew what he meant, so I also knew his mind returned back to business. 

“No, but he insisted, and there were no other options. Just please, try to keep it all waist up and… I dunno, blurry,” I added with a telling, pained look. He squeezed my shoulder in silent response just when the timer chimed again, making Josh open his eyes at last. He immediately looked our way and his whole body jerked as if he got burned. It was followed by a shy smile. 

“Hey! I… um, got lost in thoughts a bit… I think, uh… I love this song, ya know, anyway… forgot to think about the next pose...” He got back to his incessant babbling, but it was different this time. He looked almost embarrassed as he crossed his legs again and started playing with his curls absentmindedly. 

I tried to introduce him to my husband, which in the end made the whole situation even more awkward because it wasn’t exactly one of those moments when guys just shake hands, if you know what I mean. Moreover, I knew about Josh’s preferences and my husband is a handsome man. I’m sure those pretty cheeks didn’t suddenly turn so rosy only because of the heating. 

But as I already said, I can always count on Lucas, and this was no exception. He remained very casual about it and proceeded to take the camera off the bag matter-of-factly. “I’m only here to take some pics, so everyone please ignore me and just keep doing what you’ve been doing, which, as I can see, you’ve been doing great so far.” He addressed everyone in the room with a pearly smile, making it known and clear that it was a perfectly normal situation for everyone involved. I made a mental note to thank him for it later. 

The rest of the evening went on smoothly. After two more poses, Josh stood up again, seemingly at ease once more. He was a natural after all, and in the end, everyone told him so. Laura went as far as to suggest that he should do that more often. Of course she was going to attend the next course and I suspected the main reason was not him just being a good model. I couldn’t help but agree though. After the slightly shaky start, his behavior turned completely professional and his poses were perfect, allowing my students to explore all essential aspects of human anatomy and movement. Not to mention that good male models are hard to find.

“You know, I think she’s right,” I chimed in half-jokingly, but he took my offer very seriously.  

“I had a great time, to tell you the truth, and I’m kinda free till early March, so… if you really mean it, I’m more than willing to help.” 

You know… screw it. Yes, I meant it. Even though Lill’ Prudent Jo on my right shoulder kept telling me that I was about to enter a potentially dangerous territory, I agreed. There was a strong chance that if I didn’t, I’d never see him again, and I was not yet ready for that. As a bonus, I suddenly had a strong leverage against Anna. If she wanted the job, she should start to behave in a different way. 

Christmas was fine, but even though I love the festivities, I was really looking forward to January. For the first time in my life, because I hate January. However, the picture of naked Josh – stretching like a tomcat – got burnt into my retinas and haunted me for days after the last session. 

But not only that. The pictures Lucas had taken turned out great and because it was Josh on them, as soon as I posted them online, they went literally viral, boosting my business immensely. So strictly businesslike, January suddenly didn’t seem so bad at all. 

Josh had warned me it might happen (...with a wide grin, no less… that cheeky little fucker was looking forward to it.), but to see it actually happening was something completely differrent. It was like a Christmas gift. I wanted to thank him, and as I didn’t have his number, I had to wait to do it personally. 

We were starting January 6th. I was a bit concerned with Josh’s inability to arrive on time, as he had been late to seven classes out of ten, so I told him we start at five. He arrived at quarter to six, just in time to get ready, and when I told him the truth, he blushed and promised to never do that again. 

Of course he did it again, but all within the academic quarter hour. But I digress…

Lucas was free on Mondays, which basically meant that he spent those in my office, catching up on administrative work I had been recklessly ignoring. Oftentimes he wandered into the main studio to greet the people or watch me doing my job. 

I always loved those little interludes; it only enhanced the sense of home, as well as camaraderie. Sometimes he gently brushed his fingers across my arm in passing. Other times he brought me a cup of tea and kissed my hair while doing so. When he was in an especially good mood, he arrived with a full box of chocolate pralines and offered everyone a treat before going back to emails and paperwork. We were known as the perfect couple. 

That day, Lucas lingered in the main room more than he usually does, and I soon noticed it was not only because of me. 

One moment I noticed him standing in the doorway with a cup of tea in his hand. He leaned against the door frame, his eyes scanning the room, until they fell on the naked figure in the middle. He wore his poker face, which I deemed as foolish because I know very well that he does that when doesn’t want his thoughts and emotions to be seen, while being naturally quite expressive when he doesn’t care. 

Despite his aloofness, he watched Josh intently. 

After the first week, Josh and Anna modeled alternately, five poses each. It gave Josh the opportunity to wander around again and watch other people working. It didn’t take long for him to grow unusually calm and simply observing, because it was different this time, as the room was filled with naked drawings of him: haphazardly thrown on tables, or even on the floor. His body, seen from different perspectives or even points of view. I quickly sensed what was going on. It’s just very different to seeing photographs of you, because art doesn’t necessarily reflect unfiltered reality; rather someone else’s perception of you. He knew how he looked, but seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes can be a strange and humbling experience. 

That was the second time (but definitely not the last) when I saw him blush. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” I chimed in when I approached him. He was crouching down, examining a few sketches that lay abandoned on the floor. 

“Scary,” he whispered, careful not to offend the person who drew them. “I mean, they’re fantastic, but it’s also a bit frightening.” 

“I know what you mean.” I got on my knees next to him. “Just a few expressive lines, yet you can recognize yourself, right?”

“Yeah… but at the same time, I can’t.��� His voice sounded strange. Hoarse and husky. I placed my hand on his shoulder and stroked it gently. I wouldn’t dare to act that way with anyone else, but this was what he himself often did. Josh never shied away from touch. For him, it was an essential part of human communication, because sometimes there are things you simply cannot put into words. 

I looked up and noticed Lucas watching us again, his expression wild. It was not jealousy though, yet it still made me strangely agitated, because I couldn’t quite interpret it. He looked… hungry. 

Later that evening, when we finally got home, he fucked me raw. I know my husband well, so I also know this is often the result of some conflicting thoughts and emotions, as well as previous unanswered arousal. It could very easily be interpreted as lust driven just by jealousy, but I felt there might have been other reasons.

I already suspected it, but nothing could prepare me for what I witnessed later that night.

I woke up in an empty bed after midnight. At first I thought he just couldn’t sleep so he decided to go get some work done instead. Just him and his laptop in our otherwise dark living room; that was a usual scene in our household. 

After an hour of having trouble going back to sleep, I concluded I needed his embrace to help me, as his arms wrapped around my body could do the trick when everything else failed. So, I put on my bathrobe and ventured into the dark hallway to search for him and convince him to go back to bed.  

I heard him before I actually saw him on the couch; the sound of him jerking off was unmistakable. So that thing with me earlier that night wasn’t enough? Interesting. But… men, huh? Still, I was becoming more and more convinced that something kept bothering him. I was also sure he would tell me in due time if he wanted or deemed it necessary. 

Everyone needs their private space, some alone time. I respect that. I was about to turn around and go back to bed, but the sound of some music playing faintly on a loop made me intrigued. It didn’t sound like porn.

I remained standing in the open doorway, keeping myself quiet so as not to disturb his moment… when I saw it. 

It was probably some tik tok video, playing over and over again. A video of… Josh! My husband was masturbating to the more or less erotic stage poses of our little friend, further sexualized by the edit. 

And even though I had my suspicions that Josh managed to get into his head too, it was still a shock. Lucas was as straight as can be, never having mentioned any fantasies of this kind. It confused me, shook me, intrigued me even, as I stood there barely breathing… and surprised that my own jealousy was not part of the whirlwind. How could it be, when I was essentially guilty of the very same thing? 

At last, I made my way back, making sure my footsteps weren’t heard. 

I was still awake when Lucas came back to bed as well. Snuggling closer to me, he buried his face in my hair, while I pretended to be sleeping. We had to have a conversation, but it was destined for another place, and another time. 

Morning came, and my determination to talk to him about last night’s events vanished. We ate our breakfast in peace and went our separate ways. Hours went by, then days, but I never mustered the courage to open that hot topic. Everything else was pretty normal. Just our usual week. 

The week passed eventually, another lesson started, and Lucas was once again there, unknowingly confirming my theory. 

Except this time he didn’t just watch. 

The lesson went on smoothly. After it ended, I collected the supplies to carry them back to the storage. When I came back, I found them sitting on stools next to each other, deep in a low, nearly whispered conversation. 

That wouldn’t be that surprising, or unusual. We often whispered during lessons (not Josh!) and it was an unconscious habit to continue doing so even when it was no longer necessary. 

Josh had his bathrobe on, but the front was still open, more like a blanket thrown over his shoulders rather than something that was supposed to cover his naked body. What really threw me off was Lucas’ hand on Josh’s knee and the look on their faces. Now I was pretty much sure, but… the bastard! I never dared to actually do something like that, never even thought of doing it outside the confines of my own head. Ok, I might lie a bit, but – knowing I probably had no chance anyway – I simply didn’t. 

I cleared my throat, notifying them of my presence, and they both jumped as if hit by electricity. Trying to keep Josh out of it, I pretended I hadn’t seen anything weird, although I’m pretty sure my face betrayed me. However, making a scene was the last thing on my mind. I wanted answers. One answer, to be exact. And, to be honest, the sight ignited something else in my mind. 

“Jo…” 

“I'll wait in the car,” was all I said before turning around abruptly. I grabbed my coat in the hall and disappeared outside, letting Lucas take care of the rest. 

They came out five minutes later; together, but keeping a visible distance. 

When Lucas got in the car, I could feel his silent gaze on me, intent and wary, but I didn’t return it. My eyes followed the other figure, dressed in a weird, custom-made bomber, strolling hastily across the parking lot towards his own car. He kept glancing our way stealthily. 

“Jo…”

“Not now,” I interrupted him coldly. Josh got into his jeep in the meantime and I watched him drive away. “...and not here. Later. I’m hungry.” 

Lucas watched me for a few more seconds, before he finally put the key in the ignition. 

We spent the whole ride home in silence, ordered some food, which we once again ate in silence, until he just couldn’t take it any longer. 

“Listen, Jo, I…”

“I saw you the other night,” I interrupted him. 

“Saw me…” Lucas’ perplexed look quickly turned to one of utter horror. I won’t lie, I enjoyed watching him squirming like a snake on a hot plate, searching for words, before I finally decided to put him out of his misery. “But I’m not mad.”

That actually made him look even more perplexed, though he relaxed just a bit. 

“Do you have feelings for him?” I continued. I needed to be sure of that one thing. 

“No!" He seemed almost panicked. It was a dangerous question. Sex is a physical need, sometimes interconnected with feelings, but not necessarily. We agreed on that. Even our own fucking varied. It wasn’t always making love. And there were times when we weren’t even completely alone…  “No, I mean, it’s difficult not to like him… in a purely platonic way…? But this is just lust. How come you’re not mad?”

I finished my beer before I replied. “I feel the same way, actually.”

“Do you!” 

“Indeed.”

He raised his right eyebrow at me; a gesture which held a couple meanings at once. Curiosity and annoyance. He was teasing me… because he was jealous, while knowing too well that he had no right to be. 

We watched each other for a while, each contemplating what to say next, even though there was nothing else to say. Knowing it as well as I did, Lucas sighed: “Ok, so what do we do? Ignore it and forget about it?”

“We’ll see it next week, my dearest,” I replied sarcastically, because that was actually the core of the problem. Not only we’ve never been in this situation before, but Josh was also very real. And while I enjoyed his company for the reasons I already mentioned, knowing that we in fact shared this little secret made it uncomfortable for the both of us. Lucas leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Oh, funny. Fine, enthral me with your own proposal on how to get out of this situation.”

“Well,” I sighed, “sometimes it’s best to scratch that itch.”

“What are you suggesting, Jo? Surely not to seduce Josh…?”

“I’m just answering your question,” I replied evasively. “I have one too, though.”

“Which is?” 

“What were you two talking about?” For some strange reason, it made Lucas laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“Music. We were discussing music…” 

“Stop trying my patience, Lucas,” I spat. For the first time, I felt really angry. This game can be played only when there’s honesty. Lucas’ expression sobered, but he shook his head. “I’m serious. Kind of. We were discussing life performances,” he smirked at me. “And before you bite my head off, let me remind you what some of your most cherished paintings are about. It’s art, right?” he added, referring to several large canvasses depicting the two of us fucking.

“Ok, point taken,” I mumbled sulkily. He really liked those tiktoks, didn’t he. Bastard. 

We left it at that, not really sure what to do. However, the situation solved itself that very next week. Josh may look like a cherub, but he’s not that innocent. 

Josh was the only model that week, because Anna had to finish some essay which was almost past the deadline, and of course, he was late again. Storming into the room, he gave me just one worried glance and a barely audible sorry that had nothing to do with his late arrival, before he quickly changed and took up his position in the middle of the room, pretending to be a statue. That was unusual, considering his inherent restlessness.

Lucas was there too, but preferred to stay hidden in the safety of his office room. And while Josh kept avoiding eye contact with me as if his life depended on it, I noticed his numerous side glances towards that door. 

When the lesson ended, he hastily wrapped himself in the bathrobe and started helping others put away their easels and other stuff. That was even more unusual. I had half expected him to run off as soon as possible, but the boy was lingering. 

And surely, the moment everyone else left and I took some remaining supplies to carry to the storage room, he followed me like a pup, trying to explain what I had walked into the week before. “Listen, Jo, about that last t…”

“You mean when I caught you shamelessly flirting with my husband?” I interrupted him, throwing the unused paper on a huge pile in the corner. I can be merciless sometimes. His expression turned to one of utter abashment and diffidence, and it was funny to watch. I didn’t feel like he really fully deserved it, because it was Lucas’ hand on his knee and not vice versa, but this shy, empathetic and almost boyish side of him is sexy as hell and completely intoxicating. 

Shamelessly, I wanted a sip of that tasty cocktail. Nevertheless, I fell into my own trap. 

We were shrouded in semi darkness, with just enough light coming from the main room through the open door to allow us to see our expressions, enhanced by sharp shadows. The dim light suited him and his Adam's apple looked even more prominent as he swallowed. 

“I… It…” unusually at a loss of words, he resorted to the second best thing he mastered quite well: touch. 

A completely innocent touch. Just his hand sliding down my shoulder, his fingers gripping my arm firmly but tenderly. It shouldn’t have surprised me that much. Josh just likes to really physically connect with people in order to be understood. But it did take me by surprise. I had imagined those fingers wrapped around my bodily parts many times before.

My immediate reaction was completely involuntary. I just moaned. I mean… aloud. 

Josh looked taken aback – and quite understandably – but instead of retreating, those fingers slid gently and slowly down to my elbow, as if testing me. Needless to say, I failed the test, although it wasn’t that blatant this time. 

“Seriously?” he whispered. The puppy dog face was gone, replaced by something much more fierce… and excitingly dangerous. “What’s the deal with the two of you?” 

“Yeah, Jo, what’s the deal?” I saw him enter, but Josh did not, and the suddenly cast shadow accompanied by Lucas’ husky tone visibly startled him. 

It was like a strange pantomimic theatre nouveau. A play of shadows, touches and slow movements. Josh let go of me and his palm, open theatrically like a flower in mid air, was suddenly covered by Lucas’s right hand while the left one slid lightly down Josh's spine until it found purchase on his lower back. Josh tensed, but didn’t withdraw from the touch. In fact, he pulled Lucas’ right arm closer to him instead. Looking at me intensely with those big dark eyes, his lips slightly parted, but all that came out was a soft exhale. Being much more hesitant and restrained than my husband, I reached out to caress his cheek, and he leaned into my touch. 

Suddenly, he tensed again, as if being awakened from a slumber. “Ok, what’s going on here?”

“Do we make you feel uncomfortable?” I wasn’t teasing. It was a genuine question.

“No, not uncomfortable. That’s why I’m asking. If I felt uncomfortable, I’d tell you both to fuck off.”

It took one shared fleeting glance between me and Lucas to escalate the situation beyond the point of no return. It was a true now or never moment.

“I have a few questions.” 

Josh made himself comfortable on our large, U-shaped couch and took a sip of red wine from the glass I just handed him. 

He had arrived in his jeep just about three minutes after us, giving me no time to make this place a little bit more… presentable. But honestly, who cares. He’s a rockstar, I’m a painter, and I was about to see him naked in a completely different situation. Dust if you must; I shall not. 

“Shoot,” I replied, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Uh… ok… well, the first one’s obviously why.”

Naturally. At the same time, it was a pretty stupid question, with the three of us evidently sharing the why not mindset. I just opened my mouth to respond, but Lucas beat me to it. “Why what?” 

Lucas, too, was still standing. Moving closer to the couch from behind, he grabbed the headrest on each side of Josh’s head and leaned down a bit. 

We were circling Josh like prey, but the little cherub didn’t even flinch, convincing me he was well aware as to why… and liking it very much. The fucker just wanted to hear it. 

“Why me, obviously,” he responded with a raspy voice and took another sip. 

“Have you seen yourself?” I chimed in. 

Josh sighed and leaned his head against the headrest, his curls brushing Lucas’ clothed stomach teasingly. See? He was VERY well aware, already playing the game along with us with gusto.

“Took me a few years to really see myself, but yeah.” His jaw tightened and he smirked at last. “Alright. Point taken. I’m irresistible.” He straightened again to help himself to another gulp of wine without the risk of spilling it, allowing Lucas to rub the nape of his neck gently. Josh leaned into the touch, but Lucas asked anyway: “Is this ok?” It was very important to build trust in this new situation. 

“Totally,” Josh whispered and blinked, before he focused his gaze back on me.

“Ok, next question. Have you two done this before?”

Lucas stopped playing with Josh’s locks and put his hand on Josh’s right shoulder instead. Our little friend acknowledged the gesture with a stealthy side look, but his main focus remained on me, even when Lucas spoke. “No… Well, we… shared a bed with another couple once, but it wasn’t as exciting as it may sound, because everyone was only interested in their respective partners in the end. I dare say it turned out to be even a little bit awkward eventually. Chemistry’s important in such situations, and it wasn’t there.” 

We certainly couldn’t complain about the lack of it this time. On the contrary, it was so strong it turned the air in the room into a thick soup of tension and growing lust. I kept eye contact, watching Josh’s eyelids droop as his lips transformed into a subtle pout. Our Ganymede was playing along, exerting his own power and dominance. At least over me. 

The evening was not planned, the roles were not set and my own imagination had never led me this far despite me being the original author of this bold proposal. Now I was dying to know what was going on in his pretty head and what he might have in store for me. 

His demeanor changed in a snap, and he turned his head a bit, finally looking up at Lucas like a puppy waiting for his master’s next move. I had to hide behind my own glass to prevent Lucas from seeing my face. Unnecessarily, because he wasn’t paying attention to me, anyway. “... and outside your mutual experience… how about… men?” Josh looked directly into Lucas’ eyes, who returned the gaze and answered truthfully: “No.” 

Josh’s eyes widened slightly and he bit his lower lip. He had probably already expected it, but hearing it is always different. 

It was pretty obvious what he was thinking, but even if it weren’t, his growing bulge told stories of its own. His sexual intelligence mesmerized me, though, as he willingly allowed Lucas to keep the high ground. It was no doubt a vulnerable moment for my husband, and I admired him for how well he’d been handling it so far.  

I hated to break their little moment, but there were still other things that needed to be addressed. “Speaking of chemistry… I want you to know that I’m perfectly fine with just… watching. The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable.” Josh’s eyes snapped back to me, his expression a bit hard to decipher, but it still managed to increase my heart rate significantly. Then he spoke up and said heart jumped up my throat. 

“I…uh… think you underestimate me, Jo. I consider myself to be a very eclectic person, especially… uh… when it comes to fun. Which brings me to my last question. What are you two actually planning to do with me?” 

My breath hitched as I watched him lick his upper lip with the tip of his tongue playfully. We had no plan. We couldn’t possibly have one, not without his participation, and he was quite aware already. It wasn’t really a question, it was an offering. 

“Whatever you want…,” was all I managed to choke out. 

“I think I want a kiss. Just show me how much you want this, yeah?”

I swear I could hear something snap, and the last remains of our restraints were gone with a puff. Josh was game. I wanted to ask from whom, but there was no longer room for questions, because Lucas took action. Without any further ado, he leaned forward again, grabbed Josh by the chin and forced him to turn his head to the side. I’m not sure if my brain slowed my perception of time or if they really looked at each other for so long, but it was fascinating to watch. 

And then Lucas fulfilled Josh’s wish. Softly at first, but Josh made it clear he didn’t come here to cuddle. He opened his mouth without being asked to and their tongues met in a very sloppy and passionate kiss.

Josh reached behind Lucas’ head to grab the nape of his neck while my husband’s hand slid down to Josh’s throat, which made the latter moan loudly and I had to pull in my lips to stifle my own whimper. They paid me no mind though, lost in their own realm where they both ruled, each one in a different way, each one holding a different kind of power over the other. 

What a mesmerizing sight. Truly. I watched in awe the dark and dirty fairytale that was just being played before my eyes. I really would be happy just watching it. My stomach muscles contracted violently and I could feel my panties absorb the overflowing wetness. I took the glass from Josh’s outstretched arm, which became an inconvenience. I put it on the kitchen counter and poured myself more wine.

In the meantime, Lucas climbed over to join Josh on the couch, where they continued with their mutual exploration; taking their time. Lucas was on his knees, still hovering over Josh slightly, holding his head in both hands now, fingers scratching the buzzed sides. The huge amount of energy that had been building inside of him for hours (or weeks) was palpable, and it begged to be released. 

With his head tilted backwards, Josh’s hands slid down Lucas’ chest, searching blindly for the hem of his shirt, tugging at it tellingly. I downed the glass, bracing for what was to come,  as Lucas broke the kiss and pulled his arms up, letting Josh do the job. They were both almost breathless, watching each other with eyes wide open. I couldn’t blame them; my own were popping off. Suddenly, Josh grabbed Locas’ bare sides and brushed his open mouth and nose hungrily against Lucas’ chest, taking him in with all the senses. 

The wildest fantasies couldn’t compare to this overwhelmingly intense show. I wasn’t ready, and with the wine already making my head spin and my cunt burn, I myself was getting completely lost in the intensity of the moment.

“I… really…,” Josh breathed out before he licked his lips and his fingers brushed the button of Lucas’ jeans. 

“Good god,” my husband muttered and closed his eyes. “Ok, yeah, go ahead, please…” With that, he straightened and stood up, once again towering over our sexy guest. Josh looked up with his mouth slightly open to allow those slow, deep breaths in and out. His fingers brushed over Lucas’ prominent bulge, making Lucas whimper. “But don’t tease.”

Josh smirked. Teasing was exactly what he was planning to do. 

He pulled the zipper down, keeping the movement excruciatingly slow, and carefully pulled the pants low enough to set Lucas’ throbbing dick free. “No underwear, tsk,” he teased. “Another thing we have in common.”

“What’s the firs…” Lucas tried to ask, but never finished the sentence, because Josh suddenly swirled his tongue over the already leaking head like a hungry tomcat. 

“Oh Jesus!” Lucas panted, his finger running through Josh’s curls. “No more teasing! You wanted suck, so take it. Suck!”

And so he did. And I suddenly wished I had a dick, because while I considered myself to be quite good at it, I hardly ever managed to make my husband really weak in the knees. Josh, on the other hand, got him there in less than three minutes and Lucas had to stop him eventually. 

“Good?” Josh grinned.

“Too good, and you know it, you bastard,” he growled before turning to me. “Jo, could you… the box…”

“Oh, sure,” I nodded, rushing to retrieve a small box filled with necessities from our bedroom. Once there, I decided to quickly change as well. He wants fun, so let’s have fun. I chose a black lacy top with ribbon lacing at the back and no underwire. No panties either. let the pussycat breathe. I had showered before the lesson, so whatever was going to happen, I was ready.

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before going back. Letting my hair down was the last, finishing touch to make me satisfied with what I saw in the reflection. My tits looked heavy supported just by thin lace and my cheeks were flushed from the excitement. 

It only grew as the muted sounds of their voices reached me through the open doors. Lucas’ teasings and promises, uttered in his lowest register, followed by a naughty giggle. It fueled my imagination even more. 

Were their limbs already entangled? Restless hands roaming every inch of their flesh? Did their eyes meet often, sharing the unspeakable? Soft moans reached my ears as I stood there, wondering. I longed to see it all, and hurried back. 

They didn’t notice me at first. I walked around the couch stealthily, careful not to disturb the intimate foreplay. 

And as I had expected, both were already naked. Josh, lying on his back with his arms behind his head. He had his eyes closed, getting lost in time and space. Lucas was crouching between his spread legs, his parted lips travelling across Josh’s chest, while his hands kept Josh’s elbows in place. 

I watched as he darted his tongue out, swirling it around Josh’s left nipple, leaving the areola glistening wet. Josh tilted his head back and moaned again, arching his back ever so slightly while doing so. 

“Oh dear god,” I muttered at last, informing them of my presence. 

Josh just opened his eyes while Lucas straightened a little, his hands stroking Josh’s exposed triceps’ while he turned around to look at me. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he asked Josh with his eyes still on my. 

“Stunning.”

Feeling a bit uneasy under their sudden scrutiny, I took a step forward and handed Lucas the small box, before I dared to sit on the floor right next to Josh’s head. “Hey,” I smiled shyly. 

… which he answered with a toothy grin. “Why so coy all of the sudden? Where’s my bold lecturer? Shouldn’t I be the one to feel bashful?

“Are you?”

“No… especially not now when I see what this does to you.” 

Always a showman. I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance and he grinned even more before his eyes fell back on Lucas, who had bent down again to pepper Josh’s lower abdomen with tiny kisses. 

“I love when he does that to me,” I whispered. “Feels good, doesn’t in!”

With a melodic “mmmmhhhhn,” Josh closed his eyes again, panting softly through his parted lips as Lucas dared to venture lower. I watched how his finger enveloped Josh’s hard dick, giving it a few tentative strokes, before he suddenly grabbed Josh’s legs under his knees, forcing them upwards, making him gasp. 

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, making him open his eyes again. 

“I think you must.”

And I did. I had been longing to taste them for so long that I was NOT coy about that in any way. I took advantage of him keeping those lips parted and licked the inner corner first before I pushed my tongue into his waiting mouth, making him moan into mine. 

Or perhaps it wasn’t just my doing. He gasped again soon after, breaking the kiss. “Fuck, you’re good at this!” It didn’t belong to me, as I could immediately see. 

Lucas paused for a bit, just to look at us. “That’s because she loves it,” he grinned deviously before returning to Josh’s ass, eliciting a few more profanities from his pouty mouth. The sight and the sounds were making me hungry, and I went for Josh’s exposed neck, licking and sucking on the delicate skin. He grabbed the back of my head to prevent me from stopping. He loved that. I could HEAR it! Oh god, he sings even during sex. So beautiful. 

Lucas straightened again and with a long, steadying intake of breath, he opened the box to retrieve a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from it. It was time. 

“Is it ok if I stay like this? I wanna see everything,” Josh breathed out in a husky tone, watching Lucas apply a generous amount of lube on his fingers. 

“Whatever you want, pillow princess.” With that, he pushed Josh’s legs even more upwards, letting them rest against his listed arm while he started circling Josh’ entrance with the middle finger of his other hand. He watched me, looking a bit lost in thoughts and I wondered what was going on inside his head. I didn’t have to wonder for too long, though.

“Hold him!” he ordered and I quickly obeyed, loving the idea. 

“What?!” Josh bursted out when I sat behind his head and grabbed his wrists, pulling his arms back behind his head. At the same time, Lucas pushed the finger inside. I looked down into those wide-eyed pools and he swallowed hard. “Not what you expected?

“I… I…”

“Not what you want?” Once again, I didn’t mean to tease. His pleasure was the ultimate goal, after all. 

“I..yes…I want…”... Lucas added a second finger… “Yes!” 

“Wonderful, baby. Enjoy,” I smiled down at him. 

I knew Lucas would be careful, and Josh’s relaxed face told me I was right. And Lucas had been right too; I loved this a lot, thanks to his gentleness. I always wondered what it would feel like if I had a prostate though, feeling maybe even a bit jealous sometimes. This time, I could at least watch it. Tiny droplets appeared on Josh’s forehead and and a string of muttered ‘fuck’s’ flew from his pretty mouth when Lucas curled those fingers. 

“Fuck…” Josh breathed out again after a while. “Fuck me already!”

Lucas’s eyes visibly darkened at those words. He let go of Josh’s legs, carefully withdrew and crawled over him, looking him directly in the eye. “That was hot,” he hissed. “Beg again!” 

“Please… fuck me,” Josh whimpered, tugging at his wrists restrained by my firm grasp. 

“Good boy.” With deliberate precision and skilled swiftness, Lucas put on a condom, poured more lube on top of his dick, spread it all over and positioned himself. between Josh’s outstretched legs. One of his feet slid down from the couch, so Lucas grabbed him again under his knee and threw the leg lovingly over his shoulder. “You’re a very pretty whore, Josh Kiszka,” he crooned and slowly, carefully entered. 

I bent down to kiss our very pretty whore whole Lucas waited for him to adjust, and I didn’t stop until I felt him move. Josh arched his back again and his soft pants soon turned to moans, and moans to cries when Lucas quickened his pace, holding Josh’s hips firmly. 

I wondered why Lucas was so quiet though, and I learned the reason soon. This night…it was just too much, it was too unexpected and overall so sexy there was a pool between my legs just from watching it. He exhaled ruggedly all of the sudden, and then again, and at last he cried out before he collapsed on top of Josh, panting. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered right next to his ear, making Josh chuckle breathily. 

“For what? God, that was…”

“Quick.”

“Yeah, but…”

I let go of Josh’s wrist and collapsed into the corner of the couch, trying not to laugh. Lucas pulled out carefully and helped Josh into a sitting position before he disposed of the condom quickly. When he came back, He offered Josh his outstretched hand. “Stand up.”

“Why?” Josh asked as he hesitantly took it. 

“Just stand up.” My husband looked visibly nervous, but determined, and I knew immediately what he was going to do. For the first time in his life. 

He kissed the slightly bewildered Josh first, softly on the mouth, before he got on his knees before him. “Oh…ok,” Josh panted. 

I sucked in breath, unsure what to do… or maybe just feeling second handedly Lucas’ own uncertainty. “Lucas, if…”

“Shut up.” He brushed his fingertips across Josh’s lower abdomen first, shadow tracing all those kisses he had planted there before, before he let them circle around the base of Josh’s erection. And, at last, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head. 

Josh closed his eyes and with a furrowed brow, he muttered an encouraging “yes”. Emboldened, Lucas tried to venture further, only to make Josh hiss in discomfort. I bit my lower lip. Teeth. 

“Imagine her mouth,” Josh said softly. “What does she do?” Lucas tried again and Josh shuddered, but it was different this time. He smiled at last. “Uh huh…hmmmm, yes,” he breathed out. “Yes, that’s it. 

Slowly, Lucas found the way, as well as the right rhythm. He was hell bent on making it right. Needless to say, he had a very empathetic teacher. He stroked Lucas' hair with one hand while the other ventured behind his ear, holding him firmly without forcing him down. And Josh was not a faker; when he made a sound, you knew it was genuine. 

“I’m gonna come,” Josh moaned after a while and his fingers slid gently to the nape of Lucas’s neck. He was asking for permission. 

I could see that Lucas tensed slightly and visibly hesitated, so I quickly slid down on my knees right next to him and opened my mouth. Josh blinked at me, understanding slowly appearing on his face. “Come on, I want it,” I urged him. He pulled out and I quickly swallowed him whole, pressing my flattened tongue against the underside of his already twitching dick. I continued to suck, determined to save every drop as he shuddered above me with a heavy sigh. 

After I finally released him, he fell backwards on the couch, panting wildly. I already swallowed most of his cum, I could feel it burning my throat slightly, but there was still a strong aftertaste when Lucas grabbed my jaw and kissed me deeply and hungrily. 

“Good?” I panted when he withdrew. 

“So good.” 

“Jesus Christ…” we heard Josh mutter, rubbing his hand over his face before he let it run through his messy curls. I looked at him and smiled before I stood up, joined him on the couch and exhaled slowly, content, but not fully satisfied. Lucas remained sitting cross legged on the floor in front of us. His gaze darted between me and Josh, and I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking. With his arms resting on his knees, he looked calm and tired. 

“What about you, Jo?” 

I slowly turned my head towards the source of that deliciously raspy voice. Josh’s eyes looked almost black in the dimmed light, making the whites sparkly in contrast. He smiled and ran a finger back and forth across his lower lip, eyeing me inquisitively. 

“What about me?” I smiled weakly back. 

He cleared his throat first before he replied. “I’d really love to reciprocate.” 

“What do you mean by that, exactly?” I teased, my mind already there, browsing through all the possibilities. 

His reddened cheeks literally glowed and I found myself unable to break eye contact, still examining what was hiding behind his dilated pupils. I didn’t notice how his hand slid towards mine until he grabbed it and drew it up to his plump lips. I expected him to kiss my fingers, and he did, but… his tongue then slid between my index and middle finger, licking suggestively. He kept eye contact the whole time and I squealed a bit taken aback by the lewdness of the gesture, despite everything that already happened. 

Josh’s pillowy mouth between my legs? Oh, fuck yeah! “I’d really love that.”

“May I?” He asked Lucas almost hesitantly.

“Go on, she deserved it.”

I expected him to get on his knees, but instead he slid lithely on his back again and rested his head on a small cushion in one of the corners of the couch. “Come on then, sit.” 

“Are you sure?” 

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arms, making me almost tumble over him, making us both giggle. Regaining my balance, I positioned myself carefully and hesitated again, so he grabbed my ass and pulled me down, making me squeak. I dared to look down, meeting the same gaze that he had shared with me earlier that evening in the storage room. Fierce…and dangerous. The very next second I understood why, as he darted his tongue out and let it flutter over my clit with insane speed. I tensed and arched my back, opening my mouth in a silent scream. 

Mercifully, he gently enveloped it with his lips instead and started licking it tenderly. Honestly, that was probably even worse. In a matter of seconds, I was a moaning mess, bending over the headrest. 

Naturally, I didn’t hear Lucas move until he was right in front of me. He was hard again and ready to continue. “I think I need your help, bitch.”

Not the first time he called me bitch. Never during an argument, always when he wants to cum. It makes me wild, to be honest, and that’s exactly what he wanted. I grabbed him by the hips, pulled him closer and swallowed him whole. He grabbed my hair to make sure I knew who was in charge and pushed again, thrusting all the way until he hit my throat. And then again. 

I relaxed, focusing on tbe head of Lucas's dick deep in my throat, but it took one swift flick of Josh’s tongue around my clit to throw me completely off balance and I gagged violently. 

It was followed by his own loud whimper that reverberated through my pussy. That kinky little bastard. I felt a subtle, rhythmic movement somewhere behind me and tried to break free from Lucas’ grasp to have a look. “Yeah, he’s jerking off,” he groaned impatiently. “Suck!” 

For a fleeting second I imagined seeing myself from the outside, the whole scene. My head spun and the sensation between my legs became almost unbearable. I was acutely aware of every tiny licks that sent me further towards the edge… and then I was falling. Lucas had to pull out just to let me breathe. 

Slowly and carefully, I lifted myself on my knees, allowing Josh to get from under me. I was aware we weren’t done. Not after my husband had called me bitch. It also meant he was in the mood for some pretty rough fuck. However, he didn’t move, his hard-on now literally resting against my flushed cheek. “Well, well, what a precarious situation, right?” 

His tone confirmed my suspicion, but still told me nothing about his plans. “I think that pussy’salready pretty swollen now. Hmm, that’s always good. Do you want to fuck her, Joshy boy?” I tensed at those words, so hot and lewd and unexpected. A hand ghosted over my left asscheek, making me shiver. 

“Oh yeah, you do, don’t you. Go ahead then.” 

The continuing silence made me nervous. “Josh?”

I felt him shift behind me, I felt his skin brush against my back and closed my eyes, reveling at the sensation. Then suddenly, it was his hot breath near my ear and he whispered: “Can I, Jo?” 

“Oh god, yes!” I blurted out. 

I felt him shift again, reaching for a condom. A moment later, I felt those hands again, as he grabbed my hips and pushed them up. I looked up, meeting Lucas’s dark eyes, my mouth already open and ready. “You’re whore,” he said. “I love it.”

And then Josh entered me. And then I was completely full, and barely breathing.

It was overwhelming. Josh was hitting my g-spot just right and it took only a few more minutes until I came hard again with my mouth still full of Lucas’s dick. I moaned around it as he held me by the nape of my neck and continued to fuck my mouth. I gagged violently and he let go just to let me take one deep breath before he plunged back. I convulsed and my throat constricted around his head, making him moan. I loved the sound. My whole body tensed and another wave of orgasm reverberated through it, making my pussy spasm and clench around Josh’s dick.  

He slowed down and hesitated, and his grip on my hips loosened. He was no longer holding me firmly, he just stroked me soothingly. I looked up, begging Lucas to tell the other one that it was all ok, because I couldn’t. “Go on, she absolutely loves this.”

It didn’t convince him. He was still rock hard, I could feel it. That wasn’t the issue. Losing my patience, I clenched my walls on purpose now, making him whimper, before I mustered all my remaining energy to hiss: “For fucks sake do your worst.”

I’m not kidding, he growled. I swear, it’s true. 

I felt almost like a ragdoll between them, with my chest pressed against the headrest and clutching it with both my hands until my knuckles turned white. My thighs were shaking and I was gasping for air, but neither of them stopped. After a while, Lucas grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up. I looked up at him with my mouth still open, long ropes of saliva still connecting it with his dick somehow. He didn’t meet my gaze; he was looking at Josh instead, while jerking himself off frantically right in front of my face. 

“Does it feel good, fucking her?” he growled. I could feel Josh’s fingertips pressing harder into the ample flesh of my hips as he slowed down his pace considerably. I couldn’t blame him. Lucas’s tone was dangerous. 

“ANSWER!”

“Yes…” Only then I realized how much I wanted to hear that, but Josh stopped in his movements, unsure if that was the right answer. 

Me being familiar with that menacing tone, I knew it meant Lucas was extremely aroused. Only this time, I couldn’t really tell where this was heading, and my own apprehension only grew. He soon answered my unspoken question, making me gasp.

“Would you like to fuck ME?” 

I couldn’t really see what happened next. I could only feel and hear it. I only imagined the shock on Josh’s face, drawing it with sharp lines inside my head, inspired by Josh’s sharp inhale. It was followed by a whispered breathy ‘oh’ and a whimper as his dick twitched inside me. One involuntary thrust forward, followed by three more… and he was spent. 

I DID watch how it all reflected in Lucas’s eyes, growing more fierce with each passing millisecond as he stared at the other man behind me with his lips slightly parted in surprise. 

“Open!” he ordered suddenly. I thought he meant me, so I obligingly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, but Lucas pushed me slightly aside and I felt Josh shift above me. He leaned himself onto the small of my back to get closer, grabbing the headrest with one hand and my shoulder with the other for support. I could feel he barely recovered; he was still shaking. And yet… In my own post-orgasm gaze, I dared to glance sideways only to see him do just what I had done a second before. 

Looking down at us, Lucas smirked. “Look how obedient he is, my love.” The words, while spoken to me, were not meant for me at all, and Josh inhaled loudly, dutifully bracing for what was to come. Lucas grabbed him by the hair and rammed his dick deep in his throat. Josh’s cheeks puffed out and he barfed chokingly, while his eyes rolled up into his skull, making him look almost possessed. The obscenity of it was the last impulse Lucas needed to paint Josh’s throat with hot spurts of his seed. 

Lucas pulled out just enough for Josh to be able to swallow. Only then did he let go of his hair completely, letting him take a breath. 

Josh collapsed onto my back completely now, with his cheek resting on my shoulder, and his quickened breath resonating against my ribcage. I wrapped my arms around Lucas’ waist, resting my forehead against his belly. He stroked my hair gently, while wiping sweat from his forehead with his other hand. We must have looked like a mannerist sculptural group. 

“So, everyone good?” Lucas said at last. 

I felt Josh chuckle against my shoulder and I started giggling uncontrollably. 

We showered separately, allowing ourselves a moment of privacy to fully absorb what had just happened. 

Lucas ordered some Indian food and we are on the very same couch just like three good friends, except we were all still naked. And because we also finished the bottle of wine and opened another one, I refused to let Josh drive back home. No, he was staying, end of discussion. Our bed was large enough. 

Despite my previous exhaustion and unusually deep sleep, I was roused later that night by a peculiar sensation; as if I was sleeping in a rocking cradle. Half awake and with my eyes still closed, my brain tried to make sense of it, until I heard the unmistakable sound of the two of them fucking on my right, literally just a few inches away from me. They were trying to be quiet, and moving slowly, swaying together in a spooning position like two boats rocked by the waves. Their deep breathing and the sensuous, slapping sound of lubricated flesh gave them away in an instant and I could feel the heat emanating from their skin. I listened in silence for a minute or two, feeling almost like an intruder in that very intimate and very carnal moment. 

But this was my bed, and my husband, and basically my idea. I was not going to let them leave me out of it like that. 

I turned my head to the side slowly and opened my eyes, instantly meeting Josh’s. They widened in bewilderment, the white of his eyes shiny in the near darkness, and I responded with a cunning smile. 

Lucas had his arm wrapped around Josh’s torso and I stroked the back of his hand with my fingertips. It immediately made him stop. They lay unmoving in complete silence, waiting for my next reaction. 

“Go on,” I whispered, while my hand traveled further down, brushing against the tense flesh of Josh’s abdomen until it reached his rock hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a tentative squeeze in unison with Lucas, who moved again. 

Josh finally broke the silence and immediately tried to stifle the moan by biting his lower lip. What a blasphemy! I wanted to hear that beautiful voice. I wanted it to reverberate between the walls of our bedroom until the window panes rattled! So, I grabbed his jaw with my right hand and forced it open again with my fingers. He continued staring at me with wide eyes and I snuggled closer, licking his parted lips with my tongue while stroking him slowly with my other hand. 

His eyelids fluttered closed and he moaned loudly in my mouth. 

“Hello, sleeping beauty,” he mumbled afterwards. 

The darkness around us was slowly subsiding, but it wasn’t just my eyes getting used to it. Dim, blue light gradually filled the room and I could finally see more than just their outlines. It was already early morning. Lucas lifted his head and looked at us for the first time, winking at me. The motherfucker felt no shame. He wanted him all for himself. “You bastard,” I spat and he responded by bottoming out forcefully, making Josh arch his back and grab my arm instinctively. I kissed him again in response while still pumping him, only this time I forced my tongue inside his mouth, licking into it. 

“You’re so sinfully pretty,” I mumbled against his lips when I finally broke the kiss. “I wanna paint you as a fallen angel.”

“A fallen… angel…?” he whispered back shakily in between his pants that matched Lucas’s languid thrusts and my strokes.  

“Yeah, watching you being fucked by my husband is making me all wet. What a sight. So beautiful...” 

Lucas grunted and Josh just shook his head in a silent no. 

“Yes, you are. See?” I let go of him and reached between my legs, gathering some of the wetness before I pushed my fingertips inside his mouth, making him suck on them. Josh obliged, in his docile attempt to please me. 

We were literally using him and he was very much aware. And loving it. With his plump lips still wrapped around my fingers, Josh looked at me again and something in his eyes changed. I swear I could see undiluted depravity in it and it made my head spin even while still lying safely on the pillow. He was indeed a true piece of art.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I whispered daringly and he grasped my wrist and pulled my fingers out of his mouth, before he grabbed a handful of my hair, letting me know that he was not yet completely giving in. He was not as strong as Lucas, but nicely toned and could still overpower me if he wanted. I felt the power emanating from him, boosted by the sexual stamina. I could tease him all I wanted, fascinated by how comfortable he was in letting me, but – clearly – enough was enough.  

“Turn around,” he breathed out and I quickly obeyed, completely taken aback by the sinful idea and breathing in their mixed manly musky scent that wafted around us. Lucas halted his movements again, letting Josh position himself. He pressed his right thigh against mine, using it as leverage. Feeling his head between my folds, I let out a shaky breath and pushed back, making him enter me fully. 

Now it was me breathing heavily, still trying to convince myself that it was not all just a dirty dream. The time almost ceased to exist in the steely morning light. We were no longer silent, all moving in a synchronized rhythm set by Lucas. He was like a metronome, setting the pace as we all moaned into it, writhing like snakes in the lustful melody. Josh wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer while I reached behind me to stroke his hair. “So soft,” he mumbled, kneading my tit. I took another deep breath, taking in the overwhelming mixed scent of their heated bodies. For a moment I wondered what it would feel like to be in between them, penetrated by both and being pushed to the brink of madness by the combined, double stimulation. 

Josh came first, and no wonder, because he was the lucky one now, being fucked while buried balls deep in the warm softness of my pussy. He let out a prolonged, high-pitched whimper and I could feel him twitch inside me. I reached down and grabbed his thigh while he trembled with his face pressed in the nape of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. My hand traveled up his thigh until I reached his ass and dug my fingernails in his hairless, juicy flesh, making him squeak. Lucas kept fucking into him mercilessly as if nothing happened and Josh held onto my forearm for dear life. He almost sobbed and for the first time that night I felt strangely strong, like he was finally completely at our mercy… which he was. 

“Is he big inside you?” I teased. 

“So…,” Josh breathed out, but was unable to finish the sentence. That’s when Lucas chimed in for the first time. 

“So tight. He’s taking me so good. You’re… a good boy, huh?” 

Josh was still hard inside me and whimpered again at those words. “So be a good boy a little longer. Make her cum if you want my load,” Lucas continued – almost breathless – but his tone sounded strong… authoritative almost. He was also very close, I could tell. And so was I. To be honest, I could come just by listening to the two of them. 

Josh’s obedience prevented me from testing that theory, though. His hand grabbed my inner thigh and forced my leg up a bit, before he snaked it in between my legs and his fingertips brushed against my clit, almost fearfully this time. He started with slow, tentative circles, but soon quickened his pace when I moaned lewdly, making it known that he was doing a good job. 

Lucas’s thrusts became frantic at this point and he basically forced Josh to keep moving inside me. His knee that was still resting against mine started to tremble violently and he cried out from overstimulation. 

Suddenly, Josh’s breath hitched and I sensed rather than saw how Lucas wrapped his hand around Josh’s throat, as I could feel his arm between us. “You like this?” Lucas growled and Josh let out a high-pitched, strangled “yeah”, confirming my suspicion. I was getting high on his nasal ‘hnnnns’ and it took only a few more seconds until I came hard around him, squeezing him tight. 

It was too much for him, and he ejaculated again, howling like a wolf pup. He was literally writhing now. His arm twisted around me again, squeezing my rib cage. 

“Lucas!” I hissed warningly and looked behind me, but there was no need. He let out a low growl and let go of Josh’s throat, grabbing at his side instead in a frantic need to hold on to something. I was certain he was going to leave marks. He bottomed out one last time and his whole body shook while he filled Josh’s ass with his seed. 

Neither of us moved for a while. I felt Josh go limp inside me until he just slipped out. I heard him hiss slightly as Lucas pulled out too. “Are you ok, baby? I asked him tentatively and he rubbed his nose against the nape of my neck before he answered. 

“More than ok, Jo? I think I might not be able to walk tomorrow, but… yeah, it was worth it,” he chuckled. 

I felt something shift as the dawn broke. It felt right like that. I didn’t want it to be just one night. 

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Insidious : One

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: alcohol, partying, uncomfortable situations, tension, suggestive language, heavy petting if you will.

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Rory gets dragged to an after party that could potentially alter her life.

Author's Note: I have had the itch to write a story like this for a while and I finally decided to just rip the metaphorical band aid off. Strap in 😘 and I hope you guys enjoy the ride

 

“It’ll be fun, I promise!” Is the last thing Georgia said to me when we walked into this mess. I watched her disappear into the little crowd of people that are crammed into this apartment. I would say penthouse, but that makes them sound rich and this is just an Airbnb for them. 

Surrounded by people who are either heavily tattooed or Instagram baddies, I definitely don’t feel like I’m necessarily blending in. Georgia had gotten into a slight situationship with the bassist of this band from the area. Not that it’s really saying anything; Vegas is a city full of dreamers. 

But they recently booked a big tour, so they decided to celebrate with a hometown show and then an after party. Naturally, we had to attend both. So now, I’m left to wade through all these sweaty people in hopes that I don’t have to hold Georgia’s hair back later.

The only solace I have is when I find where the drinks are. Grabbing a vodka seltzer, not even caring what the flavor is, and downing at least half of it in one go. Alcohol is going to be the only thing to make this after-party bearable. 

Scanning the room, I can see her off in a corner talking to the infamous bassist she talks about twenty-four seven. Well, at least she’s having a good time. Taking a couple more big sips, I finished off my first drink— but definitely not my last of the evening. 

About halfway through my second drink, I start to hate this less. Talking to a few random girls who look about as lost as I do. Grateful to have found anybody to talk to at this point. The alcohol was coursing through my veins, helping me loosen up. I’ve never been particularly a big people-person, which is comical considering the career path I chose, but that’s a story for a different day. 

“Stop! Oh my god!” One of the girls squeals, leaning close to my ear and I can smell the beer on her breath as she whispers, “I think that’s fucking Sam.” 

“Who?” I ask, between the loud music, all the talking, and the fact I’m rapidly approaching what some would call a good buzz, I have no fucking clue who she’s talking about. 

“Sam Kiszka! How do you not know him?” She gushes. Carefully pointing him out as he makes his way through the room. 

His long hair cascades over his shoulders until he brushes his hand through it, pushing it out of his face. He’s tall and slender. I watch casually as he walks past us; his ripped black skinny jeans and solid black vans tell me everything I need to know. 

“He’s in a band?” I ask her, glancing back over to watch him hug someone that he must know. 

Her eyes went wide, “You really don’t know?” 

I shake my head and shrug. 

“He’s in a band with his brothers,” she tells me. “They’re pretty heavy, even though the singer doesn’t look like he could scream.” 

“Which one is he?” I ask, trying to find someone who looks similar. 

She stands on her tiptoes, yelling when she finds him. Her arm was pointing in the complete opposite direction from where I was. “He's over there. Shorter, curly hair on top— you’ll see his teeth from here.” The way her lips curled up at the statement tells me that he must be hot. 

Following suit, I lean up onto my toes, just in time to see him laughing at whoever he’s with. Oh, he does have nice teeth. The sparkle of his tongue ring as he laughs. I don’t think anybody would deny that he’s hot. 

“How many of them are there?” 

“There’s four of them in the band,” she tells me, glancing around. “Oh! That’s the drummer.” Pointing to this taller dude, long curly hair with half of it tied up. I can see his arm muscles flex as he stretches his arms out. Her voice pipes up again, “I don’t see the guitarist anywhere, but I’ll point him out if I find him.” 

The two of us both grabbed fresh drinks, sticking together through the night since Georgia abandoned me. Giggling about the people here and trying to avoid eye contact with every attractive man who passed us. 

I learned that she was just visiting and had never been to Vegas before. She’s from some small town in Oklahoma, apparently. Drove all the way here for this one band's show, which seems crazy to me. But the fangirl life will take you all over the world if you let it. 

Neither of us really anticipated anything coming out of this after-party; we were just excited to share Instagrams with each other. Typically, not like me, but three drinks in, it sounded great. Plus, I think we’d get along sober. That could be the alcohol talking, but who knows? 

“How are you?” A deeper voice says, making my head turn. I realize that that drummer has his arm draped around my newly claimed friend for the evening. Finally, I get a better look at him, up close and personal. 

A few tattoos are scattered across his arms, and his black shirt is fitted, which prevents him from hiding the fact that he’s in good shape with the way his arms fill out the sleeves. 

“Hi, um, I’m great,” she spits out nervously. “How are you?” 

I can see the quiet laugh as he looks at her. “I’m fantastic. What’s your name?” 

“Ruby,” her voice is so tiny. If she only knew I was silently trying to cheer her on. 

He pulls her into his side, muttering, “Ruby. That’s a pretty name.” he pauses. “Makes sense for such a pretty girl.” 

I could practically see her legs go limp at the compliment. Her eyes never leave him, but he looks over at me. 

“Sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he says to me. 

I sip my drink. “It’s Rory.”

“Well, do you mind if I borrow your friend for a moment?” 

Winking at her. “Be my guest.” Her eyes widened at me again, and I just mouthed, ‘DM me later. I’ll find you.’ Which I watch her frantically nod at. 

Plopping down onto a couch, I slide my phone out to scroll through Instagram while I sip on this drink. Looking through Ruby’s page, as one would, I can’t help but notice how cute she is. Her red hair is always perfectly curled, and the way she usually dresses is way more soft and feminine than I would have expected. Clicking on her following list to see if we follow any of the same people. 

She likes a few of the same bands and clothing stores that I do, but I keep scrolling. Recognizing the drummer’s hair in his profile pic, I click on it. 

‘Danny Wagner’

‘Drummer for @/insidious’

His feed is full of overly edited photos of him playing on stage, which isn’t shocking given the genre of music they play. I can’t deny that the aesthetic isn’t lovely. 

Before I can creep further, I can’t help but notice that the couple sitting next to me on this couch is getting a little too handsy for my liking. 

I excused myself before I was genuinely intruding on a private moment. I take the last swig of my drink and go to throw the can away. I uncomfortably made my way back into the kitchen and set it on the counter, which has turned into a drink graveyard at this rate. 

I need to pee. Scanning the apartment, which is rather large, to be fair, I see the hallway where the bathroom must be—at least one of them. 

I push my way through everybody, and now the bulk of them are drunk, so the body heat is absurd. It only takes a minute to get there, but when I open the door, I am graced with the visual of a girl bent over the sink.

“Oh!” I yelped, but given how quickly I pulled the door shut, I don’t think they even noticed. Jesus Christ. 

Turning around to try and see if there’s another bathroom hidden somewhere, I immediately smack into someone. I feel the beer dripping down my legs before I even open my eyes. Fuck. 

“Woah,” his raspy voice lets out. “You okay there, babe?” 

My eyes slowly move up, noticing the way his shirt is practically entirely open, with tattoos peeking out from his jeans. His hand grabs my arm as I look up, and our eyes finally meet. 

“Oh,” I choke out. “My legs took the brunt of it, I think.” His hair is long, past his shoulders, but I’m distracted by his lips when he smirks at me. 

“There’s another bathroom— here I’ll show you,” he says, his fingers wrapping around my wrist before he turns around. Pulling me with him through the hall and into a bedroom. He pushes open the door, and thankfully, there’s nobody fucking in this one. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” I blurt out. My head turned at the sounds of people getting closer to the door. My hand grabbed him this time, pulling him into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. “Sorry, can you just block the door for a minute?” 

That fucking smirk again. 

He flips the lock on the doorknob, looking back at me, “Is that all?” 

I stare at him for a minute, his eyes moving from my lips back up to my line of sight. The bathroom light makes it easier actually to see him. He’s ..pretty. His facial structure is so strong but delicate. A small hoop in his nose, which somehow fit him so perfectly. The way his lips honestly look like they were made to be kissed, plump and soft, I can just tell. 

“Maybe,” I whisper, taking a step closer. “I did make you spill your drink..” 

“That you did.” his eyes hooded, but I could see how dilated his pupils were. Oh, he’s into this. 

Sober me would never be in this position. But drunk me is really enjoying how this man is absolutely dying over me being slightly flirty. 

He moves in front of me, setting his drink on the counter, his hands on either side of me. He’s so close I can smell the alcohol on him mixed with whatever cologne he wears. 

“Let me help you,” he whispers. His hand pats the counter. “Sit.” 

I push myself up onto the counter, watching him open cabinets until he finds some towels. Wetting the corner of one, squatting down in front of me, and dragging the towel over the shiny drip lines on my calves. 

“You don’t strike me as the kinda girl who comes to these parties,” he says, glancing up at me. Fuck me. 

I let out a laugh. “Unfortunately, I end up at these more than I’d like to admit.” 

“How’d it take me so long to run into you?” He asks, hardly paying attention to what he’s doing. 

“Cute,” I let out under my breath.

He winks, which is horrific given how hot he is, basically on his knees in front of me, muttering, “Glad you think so.”

His hand runs over my calves gently, and I watch the goosebumps flood my thighs. Giggling at the feeling until his hand slides up, and he grips just above my knee. No amount of alcohol could help me now. 

“What’s your name?” I choke out. 

His hand stays on my thigh as he stands up. He tells me quietly, “Jake.” 

Leaning in closer, his nose almost touching mine. I can’t help but look at his lips; they’re right there. All I have to do is— 

“And you are?” He whispers, and I can feel his breath against my lips. 

Something in me finally clicked, or the last drink finally hit when I whispered back, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

My lips press into his hastily. My hands hold the sides of his neck as his hand is sliding up my thigh. A little groan sneaks out of me, feeling him smile against my lips. 

“That’s all it takes, baby?” He teases, his voice laced with a sultry tone. “I bet you’d sound pretty screaming my name.” 

“Humble of you,” I giggle quietly. 

His fingers slipped underneath my shorts slightly, bunching them up a little. Watching his eyes drop to my lips and then back up, mumbling, “I’d say it’s working for you, though.” 

“Mmm,” I hum back, my arms draping around his shoulders. “I don’t know about that, Jake.” 

His other hand grabs my jaw, tilting my head back to look at him, mumbling, “You really wanna play that game with me?” 

A slight smirk creeps onto my face before I tug him into me, and my tongue traces his bottom lip until he lets me in. Honestly, I’m a little surprised he didn’t go for it first. His fingers pressed into the nape of my neck, making sure I couldn’t move away from him. He pushes my legs apart, moving closer to me, but two can play this game. 

Lifting my legs and locking them around his hips, I pull back to see his reaction. His jaw dropped when he watched our bodies get closer, and he may as well have drooled. 

“What are you trying to do here, baby?” He mumbles, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me into him— lifting me off the counter, feeling his hands holding my ass. Smooth. He kisses me gently before whispers, “If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is say the word.” 

My back hits the door, and his lips are against mine, but this kiss feels harsher, more desperate. It’s dreadful that I’m enjoying it this much. Pulling his bottom lip in gently with my teeth, his chest rising and falling a bit more obviously. I mumble out, “You like that?” 

“Fuck,” he groans. 

I grab his chin tilting it to look at me, whispering, “Sounds like you want me to fuck you, huh?” I’ve never been a shy girl when it comes to these situations, but the alcohol is doing wonders for my confidence right now. 

His lips attach to my neck before I can even think, pressing wet, rough kisses down the side of it—so why not make a show of it? 

My hips shift against him, relieving myself slightly but feeling him, and a small moan falls out of me. He carefully bites at me, not hard, but enough to send a chill down my spine. 

He absolutely has to be insane in bed. I smile against him at the thought, and knowing that I could have my chance to find out makes my thigh tighten around him. His lips move down to my collarbone, and all I can think of is how badly I wish we weren’t in a bathroom right now. Littering kisses wherever he can get to, mumbling into me, “Mmm, baby.” 

My legs shifting against him, he lets me stand, but keeping me pinned against the door. His hands hold my waist until he’s playing with the button of my shorts, staring me down, waiting for the right moment to do it finally. 

I slide one of my hands up his chest, feeling the cool metal of his necklace, holding it carefully. Pulling him in by the necklace in my hand, I stare at him as he realizes that I’m in control– the look in his eyes is delicious. His forehead pressed against mine, I lean in and hover just over his lips for a painfully long minute before I finally give in, whispering, “Fuck me, Jake.” 

His lips crash into mine, and the button on my shorts is undone in the same breath. As his hand is about to slip in, I jump. 

“Rory! Are you in there?!” Georgia’s panicked voice barreled through the door, followed by rapid knocking. “Please, oh my god, please be in there.”

My face flushes as he stares at me, waiting for me to confirm if it’s me or not. I turn my head to the side and holler back, “Yes, sorry. I’ll be right there.” 

His hand pulls back, and his arms fold over his chest as he watches me panic. Buttoning my shorts, I look in the mirror to fix my hair quickly. Glancing back over to him, his eyebrows rise as he shifts his eyes from me to the door.  

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I spit out, unlocking the door carefully so Georgia doesn’t just barge in. 

“Go ahead,” he says, holding my stare for a beat. Once I turned to open the door, he let out, “It was nice to meet you, Rory.” 

A chill runs down my spine as it processes, but I open the door, quickly slipping out in hopes that Georgia didn’t see him. Her eyes gave it away that she did. Leaning into me as we walked out of the bedroom, she whispered, “Who was that?” 

“I’ll tell you later.” 

Masterpost

Chapter Two

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Tension & Temptation

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Josh x F!Reader - 18+

𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚢.

Warnings/Themes : Vibrators, Bottom Josh, Begging

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wc; 6.2k

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You rummaged through the room, your fingers grazing the familiar piles of clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor like fallen leaves in an autumn park. The day had plunged into an unexpected chill, and the thin sweater you wore clung to you uselessly, allowing the cold air to seep in with every gust. You could almost hear the whispering echoes of winter curling around the window panes, urging you to find something warmer. An image of one of Josh’s hoodies danced in your mind—a soft, oversized garment that would cocoon you in warmth and familiarity. Just the thought of it gave you a glimmer of comfort, and you started your search with renewed determination.

The room was a mix of organized chaos and cozy clutter. A stack of books about art and philosophy leaned precariously against a lamp, a testament to Josh’s eclectic taste. Piles of laundry sat waiting for attention, a blend of colors and textures that made it difficult to remember what was clean and what was not. You smiled to yourself as you navigated the mess, knowing that it was a reflection of both of you—carefree yet somehow content in the unkemptness of your shared life.

You approached his nightstand, a small wooden piece that had seen better days but somehow felt like a steadfast companion through late-night talks and lazy mornings. With a slight tug, you pulled open the top drawer, half-expecting to find a hoodie nestled among the odds and ends. But instead, your fingers brushed against something unexpected—a sleek vibrator, glimmering softly under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. It caught you off guard, forcing you to freeze momentarily as your heart quickened, your breath catching in your throat.

The realization that this was something Josh must have purchased for himself stirred a multitude of emotions within you. At first, surprise washed over you, followed quickly by a deep sense of intrigue. The implications of his choice spiraled through your mind, leading you to images of him exploring his own desires in the solitude of your home, perhaps even thinking of you. A curious mix of embarrassment and excitement fluttered in your chest as you held the vibrator in your palm, contemplating the intimacy of the moment.

You allowed your fingers to trace the contours of the object, feeling the smooth surface against your skin. It was undeniably personal, a tangible piece of his world that revealed something deeper—an aspect of Josh that was both thrilling and vulnerable. What had possessed him to buy it? Was he merely curious, or was there a part of him that hoped for something more? Questions tumbled through your mind, twisting and turning like autumn leaves in a brisk breeze.

The frigid air swirled around you, and suddenly you remembered why you had begun your search in the first place. The cold pressed against you more insistently now, a sharp reminder that you needed to find that hoodie soon. With one last thoughtful glance at the vibrator, you made a decision—your curiosity could wait. You set it down gently on the nightstand, as if it were a secret you didn’t quite know how to share just yet.

You turned your focus back to the task at hand, digging deeper into the drawer. After sifting through some old receipts and a few loose batteries, your fingers finally brushed against the familiar fabric of one of Josh’s hoodies. A grin spread across your face as you pulled it out with triumph. The fabric, soft and inviting, smelled like him—like home. You shrugged it on, feeling the warmth begin to envelop you, soothing the chill that had been creeping into your bones.

With the hoodie securely wrapped around you, you made your way to the couch, the soft fabric trailing slightly as you moved. You sank deep into the cushions, which welcomed you like an old friend. You settled in, a feeling of comfort washing over you as you nestled into the corner of the couch, pulling the hoodie tighter around you. The world outside seemed distant, the cacophony of the cold muted by the blanket of warmth you had found.

Next to you, the vibrator sat as a curious companion—a secret between you and Josh. You glanced at it, wondering what he had intended when he brought it into your lives. Perhaps he’d meant it for pleasure, for exploration, a tool of intimacy meant to enhance something beautiful. It ignited your imagination, drawing up visions of laughter and whispered conversations in the dim light of your shared space. As your heart played with the possibilities, you leaned back, allowing yourself to drift into thoughts of him and the home you'd built together.

All that was left now was to wait, and perhaps to unpack the thoughts swirling within you when Josh stepped through the door, back from wherever he had wandered in the early evening. The anticipation hung in the air like a sweet fragrance, mixed with the warmth of the hoodie and the unusual promise of the hidden toy resting close by. You nestled into the cushions, wrapped in the cozy embrace of familiarity, eager for the conversation that would unfold when he arrived.

The sound of the front door creaking open broke the serene stillness of the evening, and your heart gave an anticipatory leap. You shifted slightly on the couch, adjusting your position and brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The familiar cadence of footsteps made its way through the small apartment, the unmistakable sound of Josh returning home. Your stomach fluttered with a mingling of excitement and nerves; it had been a long day, and seeing him felt like the perfect remedy to any lingering chill in the air.

“Hey there,” Josh called out, his voice full of warmth and familiarity. The moment you caught sight of him stepping into the living room, your heart swelled. There he was, with his unruly brown mullet framed by the soft glow of the lamp. His curls were tousled, hinting at the hustle and bustle of the day, and his brown eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. You couldn’t help but smile—a spark of joy flickered within you, fueled by seeing him after a long afternoon of waiting.

He swept into the room, and without missing a beat, he moved to your side, slipping onto the couch and bringing with him an air of comfort. As soon as he settled beside you, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek, a feather-light touch that sent a warmth radiating through you. It was a gesture so simple yet laden with affection, reminding you of all the little ways he made you feel cherished.

“How was your day?” he asked, his voice low and inviting, genuinely interested. He studied your face, and his gaze traveled to the hoodie draping around you with a playful smile painting his lips. “Is that one of my hoodies? You know I’ll need it back, right?”

You chuckled softly, a warm blush creeping across your cheeks at the thought of being wrapped in something so intimately his. “It got cold,” you admitted, sinking deeper into the fabric. “So I decided to rummage through the wardrobe to find something warm. And, well… I found a special little toy of yours.”

At the mention of the vibrator, you felt the atmosphere shift subtly. Josh’s expression morphed into one of perplexity, his brows furrowing slightly as he processed your words. He shifted in his seat, stammering just a bit, “Oh, uh—well, you see, I didn’t think you would find that—”

You shook your head, cutting him off gently but with an amused glint in your eye. “It’s okay,” you said, your tone laced with reassurance. “I just didn’t expect to find it there.”

The nervousness etched on his face was almost endearing, the way his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of brown. He glanced away, pretending to study the wall as he fumbled for the right words. “I was just curious, you know? Thought it might be fun—”

Before he could spiral into an explanation that might only make him feel more anxious, you decided to shift the mood slightly, hoping to lighten the air thickening with uncertainty. “Actually,” you said, a playful tone creeping into your voice, “I thought it might be fun to… try it?”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. The stammering had reached a new level. “W-Wait, what? You mean, like, right now?” His brows shot up, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, a sound that cut through the awkwardness like a warm breeze.

Your words hung in the air, a spark igniting between you both. You could see the wheels turning in his head as the implications sunk in. He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again, biting his lip as a mixture of confusion and curiosity played across his features. You watched him closely, the way his posture shifted as he leaned against the couch, interest piquing despite the initial shock.

“Yes, right now,” you urged, a hint of teasing lacing your tone. “You don’t have to be shy about it. We share everything else, right?” You could feel your heart racing, exhilaration bubbling up within you as the conversation took a daring turn.

The room seemed to encapsulate the tension, a blend of humor and vulnerability. Josh shuffled nervously beside you, the contradictions in his expression—surprise, anxiety, and a dawning excitement—making it impossible to look away. It was a rare look, a glimpse into his openness, igniting a spark of anticipation and adventure.

“Uh, okay, but…” He hesitated, glancing at the vibrator, then back to you, caught between disbelief and intrigue. “I mean, I didn’t think you’d ever want to—”

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Josh, it’s us. I’m just saying it might be fun.” You watched as his expression changed—somewhere between insecurity and intrigue—as he processed your words, turning the moment electric.

The warmth of the hoodie snug around you felt like a shield against the chill, but now, the heat rising between you two seemed to quell the cold just as well. You could feel the tension hang in the air, the thrill of exploring uncharted territory together. You were already caught up in the moment, your heart racing at the thought of stepping into this new dynamic.

There was an infinite possibility lying before you both, the playful challenge of bridging that gap between intimacy and exploration. And as you sat there next to him, the anticipation became palpable, weaving its way into the very fabric of the evening, grounding you in the knowledge that together, you could navigate this curious little adventure.

A nervous energy radiated from Josh, palpable and electric, as he processed your proposition. His eyes darted to the vibrator and back to you, revealing a blend of excitement and vulnerability that made your heart race. The hesitant smile that played at the corners of his mouth only deepened the intrigue; he was a man so often confident yet now, in this moment, the tables had turned. You could feel an urge to explore this side of him, to lead him into this new realm where boundaries could be redefined.

“Wait, are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with hesitation that only added to the tension. The way he buckled slightly under your gaze, lips parting as if he were about to say more, was undeniably captivating. Despite the uncertainty flickering in his brown eyes, there was something else lurking beneath the surface—a spark of thrill and curiosity just waiting to be unleashed.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the sound light and playful, a testament to the atmosphere crackling around you. “Oh, I’m very serious,” you teased, your voice low and sultry, a hint of mischief gleaming in your expression.

Before he could comprehend your intentions fully, you leaned forward, using your body to gently but assertively push him back against the plush cushions of the couch. The suddenness caught him off guard, and his wide eyes betrayed a mix of surprise and exhilaration. You were met with a moment of resistance, but it quickly melted away as he surrendered to the moment, enveloped by the softness of the couch.

There was a delicious thrill surging through you as you hovered above him, your body poised over his, commanding yet inviting. You could feel the slight tremor in his muscles, an almost submissive quality to his demeanor as he glanced up at you, an eager anticipation flickering in his gaze. His brown curls framed his face, accentuating the mixture of uncertainty and willingness that made your heart flutter.

With deliberate slowness, you began to explore him, your fingers trailing down his thigh, a featherlight touch over the fabric of his pants. You traced a path upward, savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath your fingertips. Every subtle shift of his body sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through you. You watched, captivated, as he bit down on his lip, seemingly torn between his nervousness and the undeniable desire blooming in the air around you.

As your hand continued its exploration, you leaned closer, planting soft kisses along his neck, trailing your lips against the warmth of his skin. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, and you could feel the slight hitch in his breath each time your mouth met his neck, a blend of sweetness and vulnerability unfolding beneath your touch. “You like this?” you murmured softly against his skin, your breath warm and tantalizing.

“Yeah, I—uh, I think so,” he stammered, his voice thick and layered with the heady mix of excitement and uncertainty. The way he wriggled slightly beneath you, seeking both reassurance and the pleasure of your lingering kisses, was a sight you couldn’t resist. You smiled to yourself, feeling empowered by the effect you had on him, a wave of confidence bolstering your own desires.

Gently, you pulled back for just a moment, allowing yourself to drink in the sight of him: cheeks flushed, eyes glimmering with an intensity that left no doubt of the allure he found in your assertiveness. The tension in the room was tangible, thick with the promise of what was to come. “Just relax,” you whispered, leaning in to press another tender kiss just below his ear, causing him to shiver in response.

You could feel him gradually surrendering, his nervous energy shifting to something far more tantalizing. He leaned towards you, seeking your warmth, and with each kiss, you instinctively picked up the cadence of his breathing—uneven but growing steadier as you continued your explorations. You reveled in the power of guiding this moment, cherishing the way he leaned into your touch, encouraging you with every soft gasp and sigh.

With every kiss along his neck and every slow caress of your hand, you built a world of intimacy that felt both intoxicating and exhilarating. The couch enveloped you both in a sanctuary, a space where the outside world faded away, and only the two of you remained. It felt liberating to be able to explore this dynamic and allow him to embrace this more submissive role entirely, surrendering himself to the unfolding possibilities.

As you stroked him slowly over his pants, the tension that bubbled beneath the surface began to simmer into something deeper. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body responded instinctively to your touch. The trust building between you was palpable, a silent promise manifesting in the sweet intimacy of the moment.

You continued kissing him softly, allowing your lips to explore every inch of his neck, enjoying how his breathing deepened with each gentle caress. In this shared space, you felt both powerful and tender, every kiss and touch laced with a shared connection that transcended mere intimacy. You knew that this was just the beginning of something beautifully uncharted, a dance of discovery waiting to unfold.

The world around you faded further into the background as you surrendered to the heat of the moment, both lost in the embrace of vulnerability and the thrill that surged between you. Time seemed to stretch infinitely, every second laden with promise, and the anticipation crackled like electricity, igniting a desire for more as you continued to explore the uncharted territory together.

You could feel the moment the switch flipped in Josh’s mind. The tentative nervousness gave way to something deeper as he surrendered fully to the moment, the weight of your presence settling over him like a warm blanket. His breath hitched, turning uncertainty into eager anticipation that crackled in the air surrounding you both. The inherent trust he had in you seemed to stitch together an unbreakable bond, allowing him to embrace this newfound submission, diving headfirst into the depths of intimacy.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the transformation, a sound sweetened by the intimacy of the moment. Leaning closer, you reached up, trailing your fingers along his neck before tangling them gently in his curly hair, tugging just enough to elicit a soft gasp from his lips. The sound was intoxicating, a primal reaction that made your heart race even faster. It felt like you had found a hidden button, one that turned him from hesitant and unsure to completely pliant beneath your touch.

“Look at you,” you teased lightly, your voice playful as you held him in your grip, guiding his gaze as he looked up at you with those wide brown eyes filled with a mix of longing and submission. “You’re doing so well...”

A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips as you tugged on his hair just slightly harder, and you reveled in the power of your actions. There was something mesmerizing about the way he surrendered entirely, how his body responded with a hunger that matched your own. Each flicker of pleasure on his face added fuel to the fire of your intentions, igniting an insatiable desire to explore every inch of him.

With a confident smile, you let your hand drift lower, moving toward the waistband of his pants. You could feel the heat radiating off him as your fingers danced along the fabric, teasingly lingering just long enough to build the tension. Time seemed to stretch as you took your sweet time, savoring the way his breath quickened in anticipation, an unspoken request hanging in the air.

Finally, your fingers slipped inside, the soft fabric yielding beneath your touch. You were met with warmth and firmness, and pleasure rippled through you both at that instant. His breath hitched again, deeper this time as you cautiously wrapped your hand around him, the slightest pressure eliciting another barely contained moan. You moved slowly, deliberately, feeling him arch slightly into your touch, leaning against you as if to urge you on.

He bit his lip, and you noticed the way his brow furrowed in concentration and desire. Just knowing the effect you had on him pushed you further, igniting your own excitement as you squeezed him gently, exploring the contours of him over the fabric. “You like that?” you murmured, your voice low and sultry, coaxing him to revel in the pleasure you offered him.

“Please,” he begged softly, and there was an almost pleading quality to his tone that sent a thrill racing through you. “Don’t tease me so much. I... I can’t take it.”

His vulnerability, his willingness to submit completely, was intoxicating. There was a fire in his eyes, a mixture of desperation and arousal that only deepened with each teasing stroke. You could feel your own breaths becoming more labored as you continued to guide the moment, understanding the delicate balance of power you both occupied.

“Is this too much?” you teased, pretending to pull back slightly. He shook his head fervently, eyes wide with longing.

“No, don’t stop,” he whispered, and there was an earnestness in his voice that tugged at something deep within you. You felt as though you were sculpting him, molding his desires with every careful movement, every caress.

Your hand began to move in a rhythm, slow yet deliberate, every stroke coaxing him ever closer to the precipice. And with each movement, you felt him melt further beneath you, fully embracing the role of obedient partner. The rush of power felt nearly overwhelming, a heady mix of control and adoration as you felt him surrender completely to your touch.

“Just enjoy it,” you whispered, leaning in closer until your lips brushed against his ear. Each breath you took enveloped him, wrapping around both of you in a cocoon of intimacy, a bubble where outside distractions ceased to exist. You could see him quivering beneath the pleasure you generated, and it was intoxicating.

“Please... just don’t tease,” he begged once more, the quiet desperation in his voice striking a perfect balance with the desire simmering within you. Each plea only intensified your resolve, and with every whispered word, he surrendered yet again, letting the weight of your actions wash over him.

You intensified your movements, feeling the warmth radiating from him, slowly shifting the pace as you gradually escalated the teasing. The tension hung thick in the air, a waiting game that pulled taut with every stroke. Each time you grazed over him, all the little noises and sighs spilled from his lips, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

You watched closely, reveling in the expressions flickering across his face, in the way vulnerability washed over him like a wave. Time seemed to lose its meaning as you lost yourself in this exploration of power dynamics, where your confidence lifted you both higher, inviting him to dive deeper into the depths of submission.

His quiet pleas encouraged you, drew you in; a sweet melody that acted as your rhythm while you guided him through this intoxicating journey, mapping out the contours of pleasure as you both intertwined in the moment. You were aware that you both were teetering on the edge of something transformative, and as the air crackled with unspent energy, you surrendered to the experience, as he surrendered to you.

You felt the electric atmosphere around you thrum with anticipation as your gaze shifted to the vibrator lying temptingly beside you on the couch. A wicked smile curled at the corners of your lips as you grasped it, knowing it would elevate the tension between you to dizzying heights. You could sense Josh’s awareness shift too, a palpable energy building in the room as his eyes widened with both excitement and apprehension.

“Ready?” you questioned lightly, letting the words hang in the air as you positioned the vibrator in your hand. You wanted to savor this moment, to watch as he processed the idea of what was to come, what you were about to unleash.

With slow, deliberate movements, you leaned closer again, your body once more hovering over him. Your heart raced at the sight of him, his breath quickening as you brought the vibrator closer. The way his body responded instinctively made your pulse quicken as well—the subtle tension in his muscles and the way he squirmed slightly beneath you, anticipation and longing pooling between you like a tangible force.

As you slipped your hand into his pants, your fingers brushed against him lightly before finding the warmth of his skin. You could feel him tense momentarily at the sensation, a low, shaky breath escaping him as you gently guided the vibrator to him, pressing it against the straining fabric. The world outside faded away, and in that singular moment, it was just the two of you, lost in the delicious build of intimacy.

You turned on the vibrator, opting for the low setting, and a ripple of pleasure surged through him as it hummed against him. He gasped, his back arching slightly as the sensation pulsed against him, and you could see the way his eyes fluttered shut, caught in a labyrinth of pleasure and restraint.

“Tell me how it feels,” you murmured, your voice like honey, sweet and thick with arousal. The way his body reacted told you everything you needed to know, but you wanted to hear the words spill from his lips, the unmistakable sincerity in his voice adding to the urgency of the moment.

“It’s—,” he stammered, the word breaking off as he squirmed, the gentle vibrations drawing him deeper into the delightful haze. “It’s good… really good. But... please, I need more.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his pleading tone; there was something deliciously intoxicating about the way he lay there, completely at your mercy. You relished the power of it all—the way you could tease and tantalize him, drawing out each moment to leave him yearning for more.

You moved the vibrator slowly, experimenting with the angle and pressure, eliciting soft whimpers and breathy gasps each time it brushed against him. The softness of the couch created the perfect backdrop, wrapping you both in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. Each press of the device ignited his desires, your careful rhythm turning into an intricate dance that toyed with his every sensation.

“Just like that…” you coaxed, your voice full of encouragement, urging him to let go of any lingering hesitation. You watched as his breath hitched, the muscles in his abdomen tightening at the ripple of pleasure cascading through him.

“Please, don’t hold back,” he gasped, his own need palpable in the air, a siren call that echoed deep within you. “I need more of that...”

“More, huh?” you teased, tilting your head slightly as you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear. “You’re sure you can handle it?”

He nodded vigorously, his eyes alight with fervor, and the sight was more than enough to urge you onward. You delighted in the way he exposed his vulnerability, the openness in his gaze that confirmed his readiness to submit entirely to this experience.

With a deeper smirk, you turned up the setting just a notch, and you could see the electric jolt that rippled through him immediately. His body arched off the couch, a soft moan tumbling past his lips as he pressed into the sensation, hands gripping the couch as if to anchor himself.

“That's it,” you encouraged, loving the sight of him breaking down, submitting to every sensation you orchestrated. You continued to work the vibrator over him, applying gentle pressure and pressing it deeper against him. He squirmed slightly, his form trembling with a delicious ache as he chased the thrilling sensations coursing through him.

“More, please! Don’t tease me like this,” he begged again, his voice a soft whimper, threaded with desperation that made your heart race.

You relished the genuine yearning in his pleas, acknowledging the fine line between ecstasy and torment you now danced upon together. “If you want more, you’ll have to earn it,” you replied playfully, letting the teasing settle in the spaces between your words. The way he shifted, the eager desire in his eyes as he melted beneath your control, spurred you on further.

The soft hum of the vibrator became a constant heartbeat in the room, a backdrop to the sounds of his soft whimpers and the sweet melody of his surrender. You continued exploring every aspect of pleasure, turning the dial to find the rhythm that ignited him most, gauging his reactions and building a crescendo of need that surged ever closer.

You watched his reactions carefully, observing how each movement, each shift in pressure drew him further into a spiral of desire. It was this delicate balance that brought you both closer to the precipice, and you knew that the moment of surrender was nearing. He craved more, and you could feel the ache for release building inside him with every fleeting second.

“Want me to turn it up a little more?” you teased again, your voice honeyed with delight.

“Please,” he gasped, and this time the longing in his voice was unmistakable.

As you looked down at him, you could see everything—the tantalizing vulnerability, the raw desire in his eyes—as you prepared to guide him deeper into the depths of pleasure, one carefully orchestrated moment at a time. The anticipation hung thick in the air, an unbroken thread of connection woven through shared desires, as you continued to relish in this exquisite game of pleasure, playful teasing, and tantalizing surrender.

The moment hung tantalizingly in the air, thick with anticipation and electric desire. You focused on Josh, every inch of him radiating need as you held the vibrator firmly against him. He was utterly vulnerable beneath your touch, and the sight of him squirming with longing was a beautiful reward for the control you wielded.

“Please,” he breathed again, the single word like a prayer falling from his lips, igniting something primal deep within you. You could feel his entire body arching in desperate longing, the way he shifted beneath you as if searching for more of that intoxicating friction. His gaze was fixed on you, a mix of yearning and submission that sent shivers racing down your spine.

“Alright, my love,” you said softly, relishing the power in your voice. You increased the setting, realizing the moment had come to unleash the torrent of sensations you both craved. As the warmth radiated against him, you could almost feel the way his body reacted. Each pulse of vibration caused a hitch in his breath, an electric current snapping through him that made his muscles contract in response.

“God…” he gasped, a raw, primal sound that echoed in the small space between you, enveloping you both in the delicious tension. His eyes fluttered shut again, and you could see the pleasure ripple across his features, a divine expression that filled you with urgency. You found your own heart racing in tandem, exhilarated by how quickly you could turn his world upside down with just a flick of a switch.

You pressed the vibrator against him a little harder, coaxing out that exquisite urgency in him. The low hum deepened into a constant thrum that resonated through both of you. You watched as Josh began to squirm more prominently under the pressure of the vibrations, his body yielding even further to the sensation. You could tell he was teetering on the edge of bliss, his breath coming in soft, uneven bursts that hung thick in the air.

“Don’t move too much,” you instructed gently yet firmly, the hint of playfulness laced in your tone. “I want you to feel everything.”

He nodded, biting down on his lip as he surrendered to your guidance, each element of control sending delicious shivers up your spine. You relished this moment, the way you could orchestrate the ebb and flow of his pleasure, crafting an experience that felt intensely intimate and significant.

The vibrations pulsed rhythmically, coaxing another moan from his lips, the sound almost a melody that resonated with your every thought. You reveled in every gasp and whimper, each one igniting your own longing even further as his need began to radiate in waves.

“More… please, don’t stop,” he pleaded, his words catching at the edge of desperation. This time, there was less hesitation in his voice, a raw authenticity driving his request. You could feel the way his body responded, the way it yearned for deeper fulfillment, and it only intensified your determination to give him everything he sought.

“I won’t,” you promised him, an alluring smile curving your lips as you held the vibrator lightly yet firmly against him, angling it just right to increase the sensation. You reveled in the subtle shifts as he instinctively leaned into the vibrations, arching his back as he sought more, an almost instinctual reaction to the pleasure swelling within him.

“Just let go,” you coaxed softly, feeling the pulse of the moment strengthen. “Trust me.”

He swallowed hard, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in his eyes, but you saw it mingle with the undeniable yearning that coursed through him. It was the perfect mix of trust and desire, and you had every intention of guiding him through this journey in the way that he craved most.

You felt the vibrations create a beautiful tension, the way they trembled deep within him, sending ripples of pleasure cascading from where you held him. You watched closely, feeling the reward of every gasp and tremor, knowing that with each second you could draw him closer to the edge.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore…” he whimpered, and the intensity in his voice sent an intoxicating thrill through you. You could see the desperate need spilling over, the way his body was begging for release from the tension you had delicately woven around him.

“Just a little longer,” you teased sweetly, your own heart racing at his desperate need. “You’re doing so well.”

With a newfound clarity, you began to edge the setting higher, excitedly driving him to experience deeper and more intense waves of pleasure. The change was instantaneous—you could almost feel the breath leave his lungs as the vibrations coursed over him like a wave crashing against the shore, an overwhelming force that enveloped him.

“Oh my God…” he gasped, his eyes fluttering open as they met yours, betraying a mixture of ardor and disbelief that only further fueled the fire between you. You could feel his body quaking, the way he fought against the urge to thrust into the vibrations, so near—yet so far—away from the release he desperately sought.

“Do you want more?” you asked, the words dripping with seduction, wanting to draw him deeper into this shared space of desire. You could feel the raw honesty in his gaze as he nodded vehemently, the need spilling out of him in quiet whimpers.

“Please, yes! I can’t… I can’t hold back,” he confessed, the truth spilling onto the floor like a cherished secret. With those words, it felt like the tension that had built between you ignited into a blaze.

“Then let go,” you murmured, leaning closer as you pressed the vibrator against him again, this time with a deliberate push that captured every vulnerability he offered. He cried out at the sensation, his body arching again, surrendering to the overwhelming waves of pleasure rolling through him, each moment compounding into a beautiful crescendo leading toward an impending climax.

You adjusted your rhythm, your movements becoming more deliberate, coaxing him higher and higher until the vibrations were overwhelming, trapping him in a blissful state of pure ecstasy. “You can do this,” you urged softly, your voice a soft yet insistent whisper meant to guide him over the edge. “Just feel it.”

His eyes went wide as he nodded, body trembling under the intensity of the pleasure that coursed through every inch of him, muscles fluttering with eagerness. “God, I’m so close…” he managed to gasp out, and those words only motivated you further.

“Just a little longer,” you echoed, teasingly shifting the vibrator’s angle to keep him on the precipice, allowing him to hover in that delicious space filled with sensory whirlwind. You wanted to watch him break, to see the moment when his control crumbled beneath the weight of desire and surrender.

With every moment that passed, you felt the connection between you deepening, a silent agreement that tethered you together through this exquisite exploration of ecstasy. All the while, you continued to guide him, your every movement intentional, carefully calibrated to jolt him closer and closer to the edge he craved.

With your heart racing, you pushed the vibrator just that much harder against him, steady and unyielding, feeling the tension build as he desperately writhed beneath you. The orchestra of sounds that spilled from him only fanned the flames of your own yearning, and you both succumbed to the intoxicating atmosphere surrounding you.

He took a shaky breath, eyes dancing with uncontained need, and you could see that the moment was expertly approaching. You could feel him teetering on the brink as the vibrations became a relentless wave—and that’s when you pressed the vibrator firmly against him, fully surrendering to the moment.

“Now, let go,” you whispered, your voice as soft as silk, the encouragement puncturing the thick air like an arrow hitting its target. The moment stretched beautifully between you both, an eternity wrapped in a sensation that blurred the lines between pleasure and release.

The cries that followed were mesmerizing, a melody of bliss that echoed through the room as he finally surrendered, washing over him like a powerful tide. You watched, breathless, every expression of his uncontrollable pleasure, as he fell over that edge, the world around you fading into blissful nothingness.

“Just let it take you,” you encouraged as he overwhelmed himself completely, lost in the intoxicating waves of pleasure that buried him deep, and you felt yourself drown in it too. The satisfaction of guiding him, of drawing out every shudder and gasp, only deepened the understanding between you, solidifying your connection in that all-consuming moment.

Time became irrelevant as you both let the world dissolve around you, lost in a cocoon of shared pleasure and trust, as the vibrational hum continued to reverberate between you, carrying you both into the depths of an experience that felt as though it could stretch on forever. The intoxicating union between dominance and submission became a glorious exploration that neither of you dared to escape, as you lingered there, wrapped in the lush sensations of the moment, completely sheltered from everything but each other.

[ageofjoshua]

Josh Kiszka One Shot: Steady Hands

Overwhelmed while shopping, you panic, but Josh grounds you with his calm presence.

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Josh x Fem!Reader

Warnings - anxiety, panic attack, crowd-induced distress, sensory overload

Disclaimer - please excuse any errors!!

MasterPost

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“Do we need anything else from this aisle?”

You quickly glanced at the list, scanning the remaining unchecked items.

“Uh… nope. I think we’re good,” you replied.

Josh nodded, lacing his fingers through yours as he picked up the basket and guided you toward the next section.

“Alright… produce,” he murmured. “I’m gonna grab a few extra bananas—I’ve been adding them to my smoothies lately…”

His voice started to fade as the produce section came into view.

It was packed.

Your stomach dropped. Crowds weren’t your thing. Your eyes darted around anxiously, barely registering that Josh had let go of your hand to bag the bananas. Suddenly, every little sound—every voice, every rustling bag—became too much. Your chest tightened as you felt the familiar, creeping sensation of panic setting in.

“Oh no,” you whispered to yourself.

The walls felt like they were closing in. Your chest was tight, breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps as your vision blurred with tears. The world around you—once solid and familiar—now felt distant, muffled by the pounding of your heart in your ears. You could barely register your own thoughts, let alone make sense of your surroundings.

Then, there was a voice. Soft, grounding.

“Hey, hey—look at me.”

Josh.

His hands found yours, his warmth cutting through the icy panic consuming you. His fingers curled gently around your trembling ones, squeezing just enough to remind you that he was there.

“You’re safe,” he said, his voice calm, steady. “You’re with me. Just focus on my voice, alright?”

You tried to nod, but it felt impossible. Your body was locked in place, lungs desperate for air that wouldn’t seem to come. Josh must’ve noticed, because his grip tightened slightly.

“Hey, hey—you’re okay. I’ve got you,” Josh soothed, his voice gentle. “Do you want to step outside? Get some fresh air?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, wrapping an arm securely around your waist while keeping his fingers intertwined with yours, guiding you swiftly out of the crowded store.

“Alright… there we go. You’re safe,” he murmured as he led you toward his car in the parking lot.

Once you reached it, he turned to face you, taking both of your hands in his, his thumbs gently tracing over your skin.

“Okay, let’s do this together,” he murmured. “Breathe in with me.” He took a deep, slow breath, exaggerating the movement so you could follow. “Hold it for a second… now out.”

You mirrored him, though shakily at first. He smiled—just a little—but it was enough to reassure you.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Again. In… hold… and out.”

The rhythm of his voice, the steady rise and fall of his chest—it was enough to anchor you. Each breath came easier, the tight grip of panic loosening bit by bit. Your fingers clenched his, grounding yourself in his presence.

“There you go,” he whispered. “You’re doing great.”

“I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“No, you’re not.” He tightened his grip on your hands. “You’re safe. You’re okay. Just keep breathing—like I showed you. In… and out.”

You kept following his lead, doing your best to focus on his steady reassurance rather than the spiral of negative thoughts threatening to push you into an even worse panic attack. His voice was gentle, calm—exactly what you needed to pull you through.

After a few more breaths, your body began to relax, the frantic pounding in your chest slowing. Josh brushed a few stray strands of hair from your damp forehead, his touch feather-light.

“You scared me for a second,” he admitted, his thumb tracing soft circles on the back of your hand. “But you’re okay now. I’ve got you.”

A lump formed in your throat—not from fear, but from overwhelming gratitude. You met his gaze, eyes still glassy but clearer now.

“Thank you,” you croaked.

Josh shook his head, offering you the smallest, sweetest smile. “No need to thank me, sweetheart. I’ll always be here.”

And with that, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you finally, finally let yourself breathe.

[lipstickitty]

Rhinestones & Glitter

Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+ only MINORS GO AWAY!! drag show, pet names, sweetheart Josh, friends to lovers, hand jobs, fingering, oral both receiving, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, fluff

As always many thanks to my best friend @gracev0609 for giving me ideas and helping me work through and brainstorm, love you! ❤️ I couldn’t do it without you! 🤭💗

“Something’s still not right.” You groaned to your best friend Josh, rolling your eyes in frustration. He was sitting at your vanity table with you while you did your hair and makeup for your drag performance, you performed at this club weekly and Josh always showed up to cheer you on. Or at least, you were trying to get ready. You’d been sat there for the past hour and a half trying to make everything perfect and still were having a hard time. You couldn’t put your finger on exactly what the problem was, and it was getting more and more frustrating by the minute.

“What do you mean, babe? You worked on that outfit for like a week, it’s beautiful, you look incredible!” Josh replied, smiling his dazzling smile at you in the mirror.

“The makeup, I think. It needs… something else, something more dramatic. I thought the glitter liner and big lashes would help but it still looks… incomplete.” You sighed.

“Here babe, let me help.” Josh stood and grabbed his bag from across the room and returned to his seat beside you. He unzipped the bag and searched through it for a few seconds before he triumphantly pulled out the rhinestones and glitter he was searching for.

“Thank you, Joshy.” You said quietly. He quickly busied himself with grabbing your lash glue off the table, dotting it on your face in the spots he thought were perfect- a few on your cheeks, forehead, collarbones and sternum. You held your breath at the feeling of his hands on your neck and chest.

What Josh didn’t know was that you had secretly been in love with him for pretty much the entirety of your friendship. He was just so warm, kind, and genuine, and he had this uncanny ability to make absolutely anyone laugh. His laugh was contagious.

You flinched when he put his pinky on your face to steady his hand.

“Stay still babe, I can’t put glitter on a moving target.” He giggled at you, making your cheeks flush. “It’s just me, relax.”

You nervously chuckled back and made sure to keep yourself still until he finished his work on your face. He then blew lightly at the spots where he had applied the lash glue and glitter, making sure everything was dry and good to go.

You watched his eyes travel down your body, seemingly admiring your look, until it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. He rushed out, voice full of excitement, “babe!!! I have an idea!”

Your eyes widened at his excitement, eager to hear what his idea was. “I’m listening.”

His fingers toyed with the hem of the bustier you wore beneath your chest harness, making your breath hitch in your throat, hoping he didn’t notice. “Were you going to keep this on the whole time?”

Your eyes practically bugged out of your head, “umm… yes?”

His cheeks flushed, “well what if you DIDN’T? What if you took it off?”

You spoke slowly, wanting him to understand what you were saying, “then… my nipples would be out and I don’t-“

He gently cut you off, “They don’t have to be.” Shaking the box full of different colored and sized rhinestones, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Josh I wouldn’t even begin to know how to make that look good!” You whined, wanting to stomp your foot like a toddler.

He rolled his eyes, “I can babe, I can make a pretty little design with them and you’ll look fucking stunning.” He met your gaze, his big brown eyes so soft and genuine, “but only if that’s what you want. I think they’re gonna love it though.”

You took a deep breath, weighing your options. Play it safe and preserve a little bit of modesty, or go all out and blow everyone away. Finally you nodded your head, you wanted to stand out. “Okay. Let’s do it.” You flashed him a big smile, gesturing for his help undoing the harness.

The feeling of his gentle fingers dancing across your skin while he helped you out of your harness was electric, and you had to suppress your shiver at the slight tickle.

His eyes widened as you started working to get your bustier off as well, your cheeks blushed bright red as you cradled both your breasts in your hands, shyly covering your nipples.

Sensing your slight discomfort Josh gently cradled your cheek in one hand, looking right into your eyes, “we don’t have to do this sweetheart, was just an idea. But you don’t have to be shy, I’ll be a professional.” He sent you a wink to make you giggle, “not to be weird or anything, but I know you’re beautiful and I want you to be so confident, radiant like you always are out there.”

Oh sweet Josh, he always knows how to make you feel better. Finally you dropped your hands, folding them in your lap, and watched Josh’s eyes struggle not to travel lower from your face. You caught his attention with a giggle, “Josh you’re gonna have to look if you’re gonna make them pretty babe.”

He bit his lip and finally allowed his eyes to wander, willing his body not to react at the sight of your bare chest exposed to him.

Before he could stop it he whispered, “fuck, they’re already pretty.” He seemed like he didn’t even realize he’d said it out loud, and you didn’t want to read into it and embarrass him (or yourself) so you ignored it.

Clearing his throat Josh asked, “Do you, um-“ he shook his head as if to shake the thoughts from his mind. You could just barely make out a mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath. “Is this position comfortable for you? Because if not, you can-“ he shook his head again, stumbling over his words with his cheeks blushing red.

You couldn’t suppress your giggles at his sudden uncharacteristic shyness, you’d never seen him this bashful before. “Josh it’s okay, I can put the top back on, you don’t have to-“

He was quick to cut you off, “No! No, I don’t want you to do that. I can do it, I want to.” He seemed to have recovered a little bit of his usual confidence when you mentioned slipping back into that particular garment.

Nodding your head you agreed, exhaling a shaky sigh and closing your eyes for a moment while he pawed through the collection of various sized and colored rhinestones. By the time he was finished he had an entire assortment of different colors and shapes laid out in a way that only made sense in his mind, but you knew it would be perfect no matter what he did.

You noticed his hands were shaking slightly when he reached for the glue, bringing one of your hands to rest on top of his in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. By the smile on his face you knew you made the right call, his hands no longer trembling.

Wordlessly he unscrewed the cap on the tube, removing the applicator from inside. Unfortunately in your flustered state you’d forgotten to inform him that that particular glue is more watery in consistency and tends to drip a little, you’d meant to advise him to use a different kind but it seemed to have been pulled right out of your head the moment you felt his fingers on your skin.

You didn’t remember that little detail until he’d already taken the brush out of the tube. Unbeknownst to him, when he held the handle up triumphantly there was a string of half dried adhesive that mixed with the more viscous fresh product and dripped down the applicator to land directly on your exposed chest, just barely missing your nipple. Your skin felt hot, the little drop of glue that touched your skin felt almost cold when it made contact.

Almost immediately his eyes zeroed in on the speck of adhesive rapidly drying on your skin. “Oh fuck, it dripped, let me get that.” And with that his hand was officially on your breast, his thumb trying to swipe away the offending smudge. Already being mostly dry, the spot refused to budge, and his thumb only rubbed harder trying to rub it away. You tried so hard not to let it affect you, you didn’t want your body to betray you but fuck if he wasn’t making it damn near impossible.

With the placement he was basically brushing his thumb over your nipple over and over again, the sensation making both of your sensitive buds peak and stiffen.

Your cheeks flushed knowing he could absolutely tell, his eyes were already totally focused on your chest so there’s no way he missed that. Your suspicions were confirmed when you risked a glance up at him and saw the smirk turning up his lips, only making your face burn hotter.

In typical Josh fashion he just had to be a little shit and tease you, “s’it cold in here babe?” His smirk widened with a devious gleam in his eyes. Quite the contrary if you were being honest, it felt like the room must’ve been a hundred degrees and your skin was on fire.

Trying to control your voice, you forced out, “N-no, nope, m’fine.” It seemed he had found his confidence (or cockiness), and simultaneously stolen yours away, now you were the blushing stammering mess. ‘How did he do that?’ You pondered to yourself.

When he licked his thumb and continued rubbing over the glue spot you swore you could’ve fallen over and died right then and there.

“Joshy I don’t think it’s going to-“

He quickly shushed you, “would you let me work?” Effectively shutting you up, far be it from you to argue with his process.

He set the glue down and riffled through his bag again, this time his hand emerging holding a tiny bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. Clocking the look on your face he giggled, “what? Doesn’t Smokey the bear tell you to always be prepared or something?”

You cackled, “Josh that’s the Boy Scouts!”

He rolled his eyes as if you had just said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard, shooting back, “same thing. You gonna sit still and let me do this or what?”

You kept your argument of ‘NO, they’re most definitely NOT the same thing’ to yourself. Nodding your head you gestured to the products laid out on the vanity before you. “Go ahead.” He cracked a smile at the giggles he still heard in your voice.

Soaking the tip of the cotton swab with the alcohol he then brought the swab to your chest, the cold substance on your heated skin almost making you hiss.

Admiring his work he giggled, “okay, all better!”

‘All better for WHO?’ You briefly wondered, that little shit knew what he’d been doing to you.

He tucked the bottle back in the bag and discarded the cotton swab in the trash before returning his attention to the assortment of sparkles laid out in front of him.

He worked methodically, applying adhesive to each stone and carefully placing them on your skin where he saw fit. You had to admit you were a little bit in awe of him, there was no way you would’ve been able to do this on your own.

You tried to ignore the feeling of his gentle hands softly cradling your breasts and delicately pressing each stone on your tender flesh, but you had to admit that it felt nice, really nice. You’d wondered what it would feel like for him to touch you for years now and it was just as good as you’d expected, but you couldn’t let yourself just melt into the sensation because you knew he was just helping you out as a friend.

It seemed to both take an eternity and also end way too soon at the same time, selfishly you wanted his hands on you for way longer.

You were oblivious to the fact that his eyes had been glued to your chest the whole time, he’d watched it move in and out with each breath you took and he definitely noticed each time your breath hitched or your body stiffened. He hadn’t wanted to stop touching you, your soft skin felt so good under his fingertips he couldn’t help but want more, but you hadn’t noticed, too caught up in the feeling to notice much of anything else.

All too soon his hands moved away from your body and he busied them with cleaning up all his supplies.

“Okay doll, you may now admire my masterpiece.” Josh exclaimed theatrically, turning you to face the mirror.

You couldn’t help but stare into that mirror, your jaw dropped as you took in every little detail, all the different colors and shapes he’d used to make something so intricate and so beautiful.

“This is incredible Joshy, you knew exactly what it needed! Thank you so much!!” You clapped your hands, kissing him on the cheek in appreciation.

He blushed and cleared his throat. “It was nothing, really. You’re the perfect canvas, just needed a couple finishing touches.” He finished by booping your nose.

You stared in his eyes for way longer than was necessary, imagining what it might be like to tangle your hands in his hair, kiss his lips and touch him.

“Can I… fuck, can I kiss you?” He stammered out nervously. Your eyes widened and you were stunned into silence before nodding. He brought your faces together before capturing your lips with his own, almost immediately deepening the kiss, moving his mouth against yours in the most perfect way. Desperately wanting more and sensing that he did too, you decided to be bold, throwing caution to the wind and saying ‘fuck it’, and pulled him against your body by his belt loops, one of your hands moving to cradle his jaw. Too soon, he pulled away, but not before nipping your bottom lip, leaving you breathless. He giggled breathlessly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Here, fix your lipstick, babydoll. We’ll continue this later.” He winked and pranced away.

Despite the distraction and excitement, your performance went off without a hitch. People cheered, threw plenty of tips at you, but you were focused on Josh in the crowd, beaming at you and biting his lip every so often to tease you. Two can play at that game, you thought. You’d get him back soon enough.

Josh caught up to you as you were walking off the stage, pulling you into his arms. “You fucking killed it, babe. Couldn’t take my eyes off you. You look amazing in that outfit but right now I need to see you out of it. Let me see you, at my house, in my bed where I can really touch you.” He whispered in your ear, finishing with a nip to the lobe, making you shiver.

You quickly popped off each stone from your chest, not caring about the ones on your face, and got changed into some shorts and a tshirt. You went and collected all your things, saying goodbye to all of your and Josh’s friends, making him follow behind you. As you approached the doors to the club, he grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him to his car. He opened your door for you, shutting it once you were in, and made his way around to the drivers seat. Once the door was shut behind him, he pulled you into a searing kiss, making you moan softly against his lips as his hands went to your throat.

“I know, baby. I’ll get us home as soon as I can okay?” He whipped the car out of the parking lot and sped off towards his house. With the drive taking around 20 minutes usually, probably more like 15 or less with the way he was driving, but of course he still made sure to be extra careful any time you were in the car. Then you knew this was the perfect opportunity to get your revenge.

You ran your hands up and down your thighs a few times, making sure you had his attention before dipping one hand between your legs and teasing yourself over your panties. You let out a quiet moan and reached one hand over to his lap, squeezing his thigh before lightly running your hand over the steadily growing bulge in his pants. You could already feel him straining against the fabric. “F-fuck, sweetheart, please either touch me or quit teasing me. I need it so bad.” He whimpered.

“Of course, Joshy. Anything you need.” You cooed, using both hands to undo the button and pull down the zipper on his pants. You then reached down to grab him roughly through his boxers, making him gasp and buck his hips up into your touch. “Slow down sweet boy, you’re driving. Gotta get us home safe so I can take care of you.” You whispered in his ear, making him shiver. He bit his lip and nodded, swallowing hard.

You started stroking him through his boxers, teasing your thumb over his clothed tip. He let out a quiet whimper, knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel.

“I wanna make you cum first, pretty baby. Gotta feel you, taste you, hear the beautiful noises you make when you come undone for me.” Fuck if he didn’t know all the right things to say to make you ruin your panties.

Finally, he pulled into his driveway, immediately putting the car in park and getting out before coming around to open your door for you.

“Such a gentleman, Joshy. You gonna fuck me all polite and proper?” You teased, licking a fat stripe up his neck to his jaw, leaving a couple playful nips as he unlocked the door.

“Hell no.” He scoffed. “Gonna fuck you like the filthy little thing I know you are. Just gotta be sweet to my baby first, before I wreck you.” He growled as he led you to the bedroom.

“Your baby, huh?” You teased, delivering a slap to his ass.

Turning around on his heel swiftly to face you, making you screech to a halt to keep from running into him, the look in his eyes was intense, your breath catching in your throat. Arching an eyebrow he murmured, voice low and sultry, “Mmhmm, that not what you wanted baby?”

He had you squeezing your thighs together tightly with just his words alone. “Oh you liked that, huh? Like when I talk all filthy to you? Tell you how I’m gonna tease you and play with you until you cry?”

You whined at his words, grabbing him around his ass and pulling his body into yours as soon as your feet entered the bedroom. You kissed him hard, pushing his jeans down his thighs as best you could with your mouths connected. He moaned low in his throat and teased his tongue through your parted lips, rubbing it against your own before pulling away to yank your dress over your head, leaving you in your matching bra and panties.

“I can’t be the only one undressed.” You pouted, pushing his jeans the rest of the way down and tugging at his shirt to show you wanted it off. He chuckled at you and pulled the shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, kicking his jeans off his feet as well. He looked so fucking good you wanted to sink to your knees right then and worship his cock, but you remembered his promise to make you cum first and knew he wouldn’t let you until he’d done just that at least once.

With that, he pushed you onto the bed and crawled between your legs, teasing his fingers over your clothed clit. “Oh sweetheart, you’re fucking dripping. I’ve barely even touched you. Does thinking of my cock deep inside you make your pussy wet?” He finished his question by shoving your panties down your legs and running two fingers through your slick before bringing them back up to rub slow circles on your swollen clit.

“F-fuck, Joshy. More, please baby, I’ve been so patient.” You whined.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you. Gonna give you what you need.” He cooed, slipping those same two fingers into your entrance and replaced them with his thumb to continue pressing circles into your clit.

“Oh god baby, it’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” You moaned, bucking your hips to meet his hand.

“Slow down love, I’m gonna get you there. I promise.” He pulled your bra down with his free hand to expose your breasts to him, making your nipples harden from the cool air. He brought his mouth to one nipple, running his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth, using his free hand to massage the other one. You never knew he’d be this fucking good with his hands, sweet Jesus. He was hitting all your favorite spots with his fingers and his thumb was creating the most beautiful friction on your throbbing clit.

“Oh god, m’gonna cum Joshy. Don’t stop baby, don’t fucking stop.” You gasped. He sped up his motions with his hand the slightest bit and growled, “Fucking do it then, baby. Soak my fucking fingers, give it to me.” That was enough to throw you over the edge, moaning and whimpering and grinding your hips furiously into his fingers. He let you come down, pressing soft sucking kisses onto your neck and chest while you panted.

As soon as you caught your breath Josh was situating himself between your thighs, littering your plush skin with soft wet kisses and bites. You knew he’d leave at least a few marks and you couldn’t wait to see them after he was finished with you.

Once he made his way up to the apex of your thighs he pressed another kiss to your slightly puffy swollen bud, your legs twitching with a soft whimper at the stimulation to your extra sensitive skin. He gave you no time to adjust, licking a long fat stripe from your soaked entrance up to your clit before sucking it into his warm wet mouth.

The suction was fucking incredible, the quick strokes of his tongue over your throbbing clit slowly nudging you further towards the edge. A loud moan ripped from your chest when two of his fingers prodded at your fluttering entrance, slowly slipping them inside. Almost immediately he felt you squeezing around his fingers, sucking him in, needing more of him.

Your eyes rolled back when Josh started fucking his fingers into you as he babied your clit, slowly at first but working his way up to a steady pace.

“Josh!” You gasped when he popped off of your swollen nub and switched to long laps of his tongue over it instead, little moans slipping from him as he spoiled you.

“Mmm.” Hummed into your wet folds was the only sound you got from him, the vibrations making your back arch off the mattress.

“Faster, please, faster!” You cried, feeling your impending orgasm quickly approaching, your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as your clit pulsed on his tongue. He instantly obeyed your plea, his fingers pounding into you and his soft pouty lips wrapping around your bud once more, the sucking motions of his perfect mouth and his fingers repeatedly hitting your g spot finally sending you crashing into your high, crying out loudly as your body writhed beneath him.

When you started squirming and whimpering from the sensitivity he finally withdrew his fingers from you, soaked in your slick, and immediately popped them into his mouth to lick them clean. Your chest heaved with your panting breaths as colors danced in your vision, you weren’t sure if you’d ever came that hard before.

When you finally came back to earth, you wanted to return the favor, you wanted to taste him so badly.

“Can I suck on your cock, baby?” You cooed, giving him your best doe eyes and yanking his boxers down before bringing a hand to cup his balls gently.

“Mm, just for a minute sweetheart. Wanna feel that pretty mouth on me but I NEED to be inside of you.” He tangled one hand in your hair, caressing your jaw with the other when you flipped him over and laid between his thighs. You pressed sweet kisses all along the insides of his thighs before planting an open mouthed one on his balls and another to his plush pillowy tip. He sighed contentedly, massaging your scalp with the hand in your hair. Gently stopping you from taking him further, just wanting to keep you in place to keep spoiling his sensitive head. “Stay right there for a minute babydoll, just love on my cock. Just like that, kiss it, you’re so sweet to me baby.”

You continued licking sweet kisses on his tip and down his shaft before running your tongue along his balls and letting a drop of saliva drop down onto his flushed head.

Before too long he used his grip on your hair to gently pull you up, his cock twitching at the loss of your warm wet mouth. You pouted, you weren’t ready to be done spoiling him. He laughed, taking your chin between his thumb and finger and gently stroked your jaw. “Next time love, next time. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, but if I don’t get to feel you right now I’m gonna lose my mind. I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I wanna cum in you.” His eyes widening as if he hadn’t realized what he’d just said until it had already left his lips, stammering , “um, if you’re okay with that, I just- fuck, I shouldn’t have assumed-“

Now it was your turn to cradle his cheek in your palm and shush him, stopping his nervous rambling, “you don’t have to be nervous Josh, it’s just me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Letting your lips turn up in a smirk you added, “I want you to cum inside me, I want it so bad.” Not missing the way his cock twitched and flexed between his legs you decided to take a chance, so far it’s all worked out in your favor. “come on sweet boy, get me pregnant?” Based on the whine that ripped from Josh you knew you made the right call, you suspected there might’ve been a little breeding kink beneath the surface especially when he immediately asked to cum inside you.

Both of you knew it wasn’t for real, you had an IUD and obviously neither of you were actually ready for a baby, but the way it affected him just made you want him even more.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

With that you sat up and reclined back on the plush mattress next to him, your head resting on his pillow. You reached over and dug your nails lightly into the perfectly soft skin of his thigh, cooing, “come on Joshy, don’t make me wait any more.” You batted your lashes at him and let your legs fall open, giving him the perfect view of you all spread out for him, the growl that tore from him sounding so beautiful in your ears.

Crawling overtop of you and caging you in with his arms on either side of your head, Josh leaned in and trailed his nose up your sweaty neck to your jaw, nipping the sensitive skin. You could feel every inch of him pressed against you, his skin so hot, exactly what you needed. He was so hard pressed against your thigh, twitching as his hips slightly ground into you for some relief.

Finally you felt his lips on yours again, so plush and soft, and you could taste yourself on his tongue as it pushed past your lips and tangled with your own. You were getting impatient, you wanted him inside of you NOW, you’d waited long enough. You arched your back pushing your chest further against his and pressed your thigh against him harder, hoping he’d get the hint.

Giggling as he broke the kiss, “come on baby, you can’t just let me kiss you for a minute?”

Huffing a breath you whined, “Just please let me feel you, I’ve been so patient… need you in me so bad… then you can kiss me all you want.”

Playfully rolling his eyes at your obvious display of desperation, Josh finally relented, fisting his hard cock and swiping the head through your wet folds. He teased you like that a few times, just letting you get him all wet and feeling your swollen clit rub against his plush tip.

You let out a relieved sigh when you felt him finally line himself up, his pillowy head nudging against your entrance. You rocked your hips up towards him, silently begging him to give you what you needed.

Your eyes fluttered closed when he slowly canted his hips forward, moaning loudly feeling his thick length pushing into you, opening you up for him. You sighed his name all soft and breathy, so drunk on him already.

You had imagined what this moment might feel like for years, but even in your wildest dreams you couldn’t have conjured up what it would actually feel like to have him buried inside of you. The sensation of him bottoming out, fully sheathed in your tight heat was intoxicating to say the least.

Josh was making the prettiest sounds for you, sweet little moans and whimpers spilling from his kiss swollen lips as he slowly started to move. There was no way you could keep quiet either, he felt so fucking perfect stretching you out, so deliciously thick and hard. And his face, his lips parted in pleasure and his brows beginning to furrow just the tiniest bit with his cheeks all flushed, he was positively glowing.

When Josh leaned down to let his forehead rest on yours you allowed your legs to lock around his waist, letting him hit deeper. Each thrust impossibly better than the last, your walls gently fluttered around him as he slowly rocked his hips. Digging your heels into his ass you gasped, “Please Josh, faster, you feel so fucking good!”

He instantly obeyed your plea, thrusting into you faster now, his cock hitting every last one of your favorite spots now with a little more force behind it. You felt your third orgasm coming up fast, so sensitive from all his attention to your body but you never wanted him to stop.

Your walls squeezed tighter around his swollen cock, he could feel you getting even wetter, dripping all over him. With a slight growl in his tone Josh begged, “Come on sweetheart, cum for me. You look so pretty when you cum, let me feel it so warm and wet all over my cock.”

His dirty words did you in, your cunt clamping down hard around his cock as your body tensed beneath his, this orgasm seemingly hitting you harder than the last. He’d taken over your senses completely, all you knew was Josh, Josh, JOSH.

His whimpers and whines grew louder feeling you clenching and spasming as you soaked him in your release, practically screaming his name jumbled in with some nonsensical pleas and praises.

Gradually you returned to your body, finding Josh hovering overtop of you with a fucked out grin. You could still feel him rock hard and twitching inside of you but he was perfectly still, waiting for you to recover. “You alright babydoll? You with me?”

You giggled breathlessly, “Yeah I’m here.” You exhaled a dreamy sigh, squeezing your legs around his waist a little tighter. “Don’t stop Joshy, please it feels so good!”

Cupping your flushed cheek he giggled, “I will baby, don’t worry…” rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip slightly dragging it down, “you think you can cum again for me? One more time babydoll? Just need to feel you cum all over me again so sweet, then I’ll fill you up, that sound good sweetheart?”

You honestly weren’t sure if you could cum again or not, but for him you were more than willing to try. You never wanted him to pull out, he felt so incredible, like he was always meant to be there.

Feeling his cock flex inside of you you gasped, “fuck baby, yeah I’ll cum for you again, please just fuck me!” Your nails bit into the soft flesh on his back, drawing a hiss from him. Flashing him your best doe eyes you pleaded, “Put a baby in me Joshy?”

The growl that ripped from deep in his chest was primal, animalistic sounding, and almost immediately his hips started to move again. Harder this time, he pounded into you, and you could feel him throbbing in your tight walls. So sensitive from your previous orgasms, and Josh’s perfect rhythm slamming into you, it didn’t take you long to start clenching around him, squeezing him so tightly, strangling his poor cock in your wet cunt as you trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Cumming hard you soaked his cock yet again, the sheets below you positively dripping with your wetness.

After the last aftershocks of pleasure that wracked your body subsided the overstimulation started to set in, the drag of his now pulsing cock in and out of you felt way too good, bordering on uncomfortable. You purposely squeezed him again, your legs tightening and locking around his waist, doing your best to milk his cock with the clenching of your muscles.

Knowing you couldn’t take much more and also wanting to feel him unload in you so fucking badly you cooed, “Come on baby, let me have it. I can feel you pulsing, I know you’re so fucking close.” You knew just what would send him over the edge, whispering in his ear, “knock me up Joshy, make me a mommy. I want it, I want all of you, all of your cum, pump every last drop into me.”

Just like you’d known it would, that threw him headfirst into his orgasm, his body trembling above you as his hips stuttered in their rhythm.

His brows pinched together tightly, he growled, “fuck yeah, gonna put a pretty little baby in you. Take it baby, take it all.”

The moan that left you when you felt the first spurt of his hot cum filling your fluttering walls bordered on obscene, you wound your arms around the back of his neck to keep him held down to you, not letting him move an inch. You wanted him right there, looking right in your eyes as he came.

You swore you could’ve came again just feeling him spilling into you if you weren’t so spent already. Stream after thick stream of his warm silky release gushing into you, over and over until only small dribbles trickled from his slit.

Euphoria washing over the both of you, Josh collapsed onto you, his head resting on your chest with his now softening cock still tucked inside you. You felt so so good, so full of him, exactly what you wanted. Both of you just basked in the afterglow, the weight of him soft between your legs was so comforting and so nice, you wanted to just stay like that as long as you could. By the way he just nuzzled into your chest you knew he was feeling the same, and you were more than happy to keep him nice and warm inside your body as long as he wanted.

It was Josh who broke the comfortable silence first, his voice a soft whisper as if any other sound might scare away the moment. “Y/n?”

Keeping your voice soft as well you replied, “Mmhmm?”

With a little more volume in his voice he murmured, “I’m just gonna say it, I’m in love with you. So stupidly, hopelessly in love with you. I guess I have been, for like, forever.”

He lifted his head to meet your gaze, “I don’t know what changed today, but you looked so gorgeous and I couldn’t get the way your skin felt out of my head and I just had to kiss you.”

Your heart soared in your chest, the exact words you’d dreamed of hearing from your very best friend for such a long time. You cupped his sweet face in your hands and gave him a long kiss that you hoped showed him just how you felt.

“I love too too Josh, I love you so much. I never had the guts to tell you, I was so relieved when you asked for that kiss.” You gushed, beaming at him. You almost couldn’t believe it was really happening, but he felt too real to deny it.

His signature grin stretched across his face, his adorable tooth gap on full display. “Will you stay tonight? I don’t want you to go.”

You leaned up to press your lips to the slightly salty sweaty skin on his neck, giggling, “Baby of course I’ll stay, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

His eyes sparkled as a realization hit him, “Oh! I have the best bathtub ever, you want to get in with me?” His beautiful face looked so hopeful it made you melt, as if you could ever deny him anything.

When the two of you felt ready to move Josh scooped you up in his arms and carried you off to his bathroom, deposited you gently on the counter and started drawing the bath. He turned the water on as hot as it would go, he knew you SO well. He added some bubbles under the running faucet, both of you watched the giant tub fill with suds and steaming hot water.

You couldn’t wait to be submerged in that water, you knew it would feel like heaven on your tired muscles and you knew Josh was in the same boat. He helped you into the bath and followed you into the tub, pulling you to lay on his chest while his fingers stroked up and down your back softly.

You were sure you’d never felt more at peace or comfortable in your life, you were certain that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

You peppered Josh’s skin with gentle kisses as you lay on him, clinging to him like you needed him to breathe, which you sort of felt like you did in that moment. All it took was a few rhinestones and some glitter to bring you together.

“Joshy?”

“What babydoll?”

“You’re helping me get ready every time now.”

He snorted a laugh, nodding with his chin pressed against the top of your head, “Any time my love, any time.”

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Merry Christmas To You — Josh Kiszka x Reader (Fluff)

PAIRING: Josh Kiszka x F!Reader, Fluff

WORDS: 2.2k

SUMMARY: It's a snowy night in early December, and you and your boyfriend Josh are having a cozy night in, decorating your tree. When he puts one of his favorite classic Christmas albums on, the evening becomes even more romantic thanks to an impromptu serenade.

WARNINGS: None beyond kissing, language, mention of alcohol, and minor flirtatious innuendo.

A/N: Happy holidays and Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you enjoy this incredibly cozy and sugary sweet festive fluff. I had hoped to get this out a bit earlier in the month, but between working two jobs and preparing for the holidays it took a bit longer than expected, so thank you all so much for bearing with me during this time of year that is so damn hectic!!! Some special thanks here go to my loves @sinsofstardust and @losfacedevil for beta reading and being endless sources of both inspiration and love-- I adore y'all!!! I hope you all have a very happy holiday ❤️

FIC BEGINS BELOW THE CUT!

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It was one of those December nights that you wished you could live in forever. Dusk had fallen early, and a light snow was falling outside; the soft, downy flakes catching in the light of the streetlamps as they tumbled gently towards the ground. For the first time in your new apartment, the one that you and your boyfriend Josh had moved into together just a few months earlier, the view through your window panes was truly beginning to resemble a Christmas card.

You took a sip from your mug of cocoa, which had been generously spiked with Bailey’s, but still tasted dangerously sweet. Turning over your shoulder with a grin, you caught Josh’s eye as he entered the living room with his own mug, steaming hot and piled high with whipped cream. You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell when you saw him— looking so handsome in one of his cozy white sweaters, his curls framing his face so beautifully, it was inevitable that he still gave you butterflies after all this time. 

“Josh, come watch the snow with me, love,” you giggled, curled up on your couch, which was pushed up right up against the largest window in the living room— it had been a perfect spot for watching the leaves change color and eventually fall to the ground, and now it provided an exceptional view of the picturesque wintery scene outdoors. His grin was infectious as he looked over towards the window and mused, crossing the room towards you, “How about that? It looks like we’ve got a winter wonderland on our hands…” reaching the couch rather quickly and setting his mug down on the coffee table.

 He slid in right next to you, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist as he moved to press affectionate kisses to your cheek, one after another, not seeming to want to stop as long as he had you giggling under him.  Finally, you pleaded through your laughter, “Joshy… I don’t see you watching the snow!” as he gave a chuckle of his own and teased, “Ohh, sorry about that, mama… you know how distracted I can get…”

You captured his chin between your fingers with another giggle, feeling heat rising in your cheeks at his use of the pet name which he knew always made you weak in the knees. “Seems particularly easy to get distracted around here….” you replied playfully, before pulling him in and kissing him fully, your heart fluttering at the satisfied sigh he let out against your lips. It was all so endearing, from the softness of his lips to the familiarity of his scent, which was spicy and comforting and floral all at once. There may have been a chill in the air that day, but in the warmth of Josh’s arms, with his lips against yours… despite the weather, it was undeniable— you were melting.

It would have been so easy to get entirely lost in the kiss, but he began to smile against your lips, and pulled back gently, offering you a cheeky smile as he teased back, “Careful, or I’ll get distracted enough that we’ll have to push decorating the tree to another night…” his words making you giggle and lightly, jokingly smack at his arm, chiding, “Joshua… you’re gonna end up on the naughty list….” giving him another quick kiss and a grin before wriggling out of his grasp to rise from the couch towards the large box of ornaments sitting beside the coffee table.

��Hold on, angel…” Josh said, standing up himself as you paused, turning to face him with a smile. He was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye while heading towards the record player set up beside the bookshelf, continuing, “Is it really Christmas if we don’t have the perfect soundtrack?” You watched with amusement as he crouched down to rifle through the large record collection that the two of you had assembled, a wide grin breaking out on his face when he found what he was looking for. “Nat King Cole,” he said with satisfaction, “...now, there’s a reason his middle name is King. And, well… okay, so it’s two reasons. The first reason is that it’s his name, naturally, but there’s also another reason… the big reason, the important one. And it’s that he’s the King of Christmas. it’s just that simple…” 

You found yourself giggling with affection as your boyfriend rambled on; it was one of the many little things about Josh that had made you fall in love with him. As he spoke, he stood from his crouching position to place the record on the turntable and lower the needle, and the cozy tones of Deck the Halls began to play in the living room— Josh’s handsome face illuminated only by the flickering light of the fireplace and the warm golden glow of the lights already set up on your Christmas tree. The light danced across his delicate features as he rose to walk towards you and the box of ornaments, and he offered another grin, asking, “Shall we get this decorating soiree started?”

You laughed again, unable to deny the way his turn of phrase and distinct mannerisms made you feel with your heart fluttering so distinctly in your chest. When at last he reached you and began rummaging through the box of ornaments, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. When he finally looked up to meet your gaze with a knowing half-smile, you tenderly leaned in to kiss him gently once more, before pulling back and replying, “Okay, now we shall,” which elicited a laugh from the man in front of you, his warm brown eyes sparkling in the low light as he replied, “A very important final step before we get started… my darlin’ is so thorough.” You giggled breathlessly at the affectionate nickname, taking his hand inside the box of ornaments and giving it a squeeze. 

Together, you began picking out ornaments and hanging them on the tree, from sparkling white crystal snowflakes and pinecones, to small figurines of ice skaters and Santa Claus, to childhood photos of the two of you in tiny silver frames— Josh insisted that those should be hung up beside each other, saying definitively, “I’ll need you to keep me company up there!” 

Between his jokes and your responses, Nat King Cole’s voice served as a backdrop, his gentle crooning making the room feel cozy and festive beyond belief. The reflection of the Christmas lights were twinkling in Josh’s eyes as he stole glances at you while you both hung ornaments on the tree at once, his hand coming to wrap around your waist for a stolen moment as he headed back towards the box to grab his next ornament of choice. Your heart stuttered deep within your chest, beginning to pick up its pace at Josh’s loving looks and touches.

It was when Josh’s favorite Christmas carol began, however, that he really began to focus his attention on you. The familiar swell of strings marked the beginning of Nat King Cole’s rendition of The Christmas Song, and as Josh crossed back towards you to hang a silver bell on the tree, he caught your eye with a smile, before beginning to sing along with the record. “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” You felt heat immediately beginning to rise in your cheeks as a look of joy appeared on your face. Nothing made you melt more than Josh’s voice. “Jack Frost nipping at your nose…” He gave you an affectionate smile while singing the lyrics, reaching out to tap the end of your nose with his fingertip at the end of the line, which made you giggle wildly. You reached up to grab his hand and pull it to your lips, pressing little kisses to his knuckles as he continued singing along. You were mesmerized, unable to tear your gaze away from him even if you wanted to. Everything about Josh was enough to light up a room, but whenever he decided on performing for you, even in the comfort of your own home— it was still always utterly captivating. He was breathtakingly talented, and unfathomably beautiful.

Gently, tenderly, Josh’s hand fell to your waist while he continued the song, the words flowing as smoothly and sweetly as honey. “Everybody knows… a turkey and some mistletoe… help to make the season bright…” He was beginning to sway you along to the music, and you were letting him— lost entirely in his voice, his loving touch, his gaze, in this moment that was beginning to feel dizzying in its domesticity. By the time the song reached its instrumental interlude, the two of you were slow dancing in the living room— your head coming to rest on Josh’s shoulder, face buried in his neck as he held you close, sweeping you around the room in slow circles to the piano instrumental. He was so warm, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of his breaths through the cozy knit fabric of his sweater. When you finally lifted your head to meet his eyes for the final chorus, the love you were feeling for him was almost overwhelming.

“And so, I’m offering this simple phrase… for kids from one to ninety-two…” Josh paused in his serenade for a moment to bring his free hand to cup your face, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone as he smiled at you with undeniable affection. “And though it’s been said, many times, many ways… Merry Christmas… to you…”

You knew you were looking at him like he had hung the moon in the sky for you… but, frankly, with the adoration in his eyes, it almost seemed like he’d truly have been willing to try. As the song reached its conclusion, you leaned in without even needing to think, capturing his lips so lovingly and passionately that Josh let out a soft sigh against your lips, struck by surprise and delight. You found yourself lost in him, lost in your feelings, as you melted entirely in his arms, his hand still cupping your cheek and jaw with unmistakable tenderness. By the time you two finally allowed your lips to separate, the next song had already been playing for what had surely been over a minute. After a breathless moment of collecting yourself that must’ve taken a few seconds, you managed to let your eyes flutter open, only to see Josh opening his eyes at nearly the exact same time— the sight making you giggle, your heart skipping a beat within your chest.

“Your voice is unbelievable,” you murmured, reaching your own hand over to cup his cheek in return, which prompted him to lean into your touch so effortlessly and subconsciously. Instantly, even in the low light, you could tell the compliment was making him blush, with his cheeks and the tip of his nose flushing a rosy red under your touch as he averted his gaze shyly, letting out a bashful, “Oh, god… Thank you… I think you’re unbelievable.” A smile crossed your face as he paused for a moment, blinking at you as if in thought before continuing, looking at you so lovingly, “I’m so happy we get to make Christmas memories in a place all our own this year, angel… you’re home to me, lover. You make it feel like Christmas.”

Truly, you couldn’t have said it better yourself. 

The moment was breathtaking. Josh’s words, his eyes, the glow of the Christmas tree and the crackling of the fire… everything was so perfect. Your smile, at this point, was entirely out of your control— you wouldn’t have been able to stop even if you had wanted to try. Words failed you for a moment as emotions swirled like snowflakes within you. “Oh, Josh… I love you so much.”

He was grinning at you, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. When he spoke again, you could hear the affection in his voice. “I love you so much, darlin’. I’d lasso the moon for you.”

His reference to It’s A Wonderful Life made your smile widen even further—- something you had previously doubted was even possible. Your head was spinning a little from his romantic words, and when you finally managed to speak again between shy giggles, you teased, “You’re too smooth for your own good… but it is a wonderful life, Josh, because I’ve got you.”

Josh laughed a little, breathlessly, the rosiness of his cheeks still so endearing. You couldn’t resist any longer, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him, so deeply and passionately that he almost faltered on his feet for a moment, his grip tightening on you to steady himself— and perhaps from a desire to be even closer to you.

When you finally pulled back, the Nat King Cole record still softly playing and your tree sparkling behind you, the two of you once again took a moment before opening your eyes. You found yourself lost in Josh’s warm embrace, the scent of him, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours. You were all his, and he was all yours. And this was only the beginning.

The words left your lips in a whisper, affectionate and gentle. “Merry Christmas, Josh.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

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TENDER LOVE

~ One Shot ~ Josh Kiszka x Injured Female Reader

Word Count: 9.6k + (sorry i got a bit carried away)

Summary: When a pyrotechnic at the last show of tour malfunctions and ruptures your eardrum, Josh does everything he can to get you home and healing, sticking by you at your absolute worst. Just a plain old (very self-indulgent) physical hurt/ comfort trope. A/N: For some reason this didn't upload properly the first orrr second time so third times a charm!

Content Warnings: Ruptured ear drum, extreme pain, ear infection, loud noises, fire, swearing, mentions of DIG cancelled shows due to Josh's ear injuries, injury, blood and other bodily fluids from injury, nausea, dizziness, caretaking Josh, prescription drugs including painkillers and antibiotics, infection, sleeplessness, anger and irritation, but mostly fluffy fluffy caretaking Josh.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

“How do you feel?” you asked softly, tugging the zipper of Josh’s jumpsuit up to its final notch. The bright fabric gleamed under the dim backstage lights, and his radiant smile only amplified the glow. You placed your hands flat against his chest, letting your fingers trace the velvety fabric in a quiet moment of affection.

“Excited… a little nervous,” he admitted, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. As he pulled away, his lips rolled together in thought, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt where they fidgeted absentmindedly.

“You’ll do great, you always do,” you reassured him, your voice firm but tender. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.” Your words carried more weight than usual– this was the last show of the tour. The whirlwind of hotel rooms, airports, endless flights, buzzing venues, and ceaseless movement was coming to an end.

It was bittersweet. Part of you would miss the pace– the constant hum of excitement, the thrill that came with living life on the move. But another part of you yearned for the simplicity of home. You longed for quiet mornings, expensive wine, and lazy days spent dancing around the living room in your pyjamas, just the two of you, free from the world’s demands.

Josh’s hand shifted slightly at your waist, drawing you back into the present. “I know,” he said, a hint of a grin breaking through his nerves. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just… festivals are scarier. So many people, so many more eyes.” His voice was quiet, but his eyes, locked on yours, searched for reassurance.

You raised a playful eyebrow, rising onto your toes until your face was level with his. “What happened to ‘fuck fear’? Hmm?”

A laugh escaped him, short and light. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a quick kiss before his hands squeezed your sides teasingly. “You’re right. As always.”

“Two minutes, Josh!” Tanner’s voice called sharply from the hallway, his usual pre-show routine to keep Josh on schedule.

Josh rolled his shoulders back and exhaled, his breath tight with anticipation. “You’ll be in the stage wing?”

“Of course,” you promised.

You followed him through the chaotic backstage tents, weaving past crew members and tangled cables, the orchestral opening for Starcatcher echoing through the space. When you reached his brothers, he stole one last kiss before bounding onto the stage with an energy that sent electricity through the air.

From your vantage point in the shadows of the stage wing, you watched them transform. Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny commanded the space with ease, their every movement amplifying the roaring energy of the crowd. And the deafening cheers seemed to fuel them ever more.

You stayed just out of sight, a comforting presence Josh sought with fleeting glances. Every now and then, he’d throw you a sly smile, one meant only for you, a silent reminder that you were always on his mind.

The show was everything it always was– loud, raw, electric. You swayed to the music, smiling fondly at Josh’s antics as he strutted across the stage. Feather boas and sparkly sunglasses were flung his way, and he soaked up the adoration like sunlight.

You stepped a little further to the right when one of the amplifiers beside you blared a little too loud, no doubt attributed to Jake's request. You considered putting in earplugs to protect your ears which were ringing slightly at the volume of the music, but a quick glance at the setlist had you realising that there were only two songs until the end of the show, and you wanted to hear it without obstruction. 

Swallowing back the mild discomfort, you refocused on the music, your heart beating against the rhythm as the song came to a climax. Danny's face twisted in passion as he abused his drums, swinging against the cymbals with fervour. 

At the last few swings, the hot heat of a nearby pyro machine blew off, shooting hot fire into the air, creating a symphony of chaos and raw aggression with the music. 

Each blow delivered had another bullet of fire shooting into the air, and you took a step back to relieve yourself of the burning heat ebbing from the machine nearby. Though it wasn't enough, as when you waited for the last beat to drop, the silence gave way to an unnatural hissing sound emanating from the machine only mere feet from you, awaiting the final beat.

That wasn’t normal.

The next few moments happened in a blur. They passed too quickly for you to decide to move away from the machine, and too quickly for you to truly register what happened. 

Bliding, hot light burst from the little black box, so bright that you lost sight of your surroundings completely. The small explosion was accompanied by a deafening bang, one that certainly wasn't normal, and one that had you cowering away, hands flying to your ears against the vibrations. 

But the damage had already been done. You hadn't realised the song was over, by the way the ringing in your ears deafened you completely. You stumbled back a few steps as a nauseating rush of dizziness overtook you. White, hot, searing pain spread across the side of your face, and you were sure you made a sound of protest had you been able to hear it through the shrill piercing noise that vibrated through your skull.

Disorientated and disabled by the confusion that wracked your body, you turned to the darkness, away from the stage, away from the ringing noise. 

But the ringing did not dissipate. No, in fact, it only seemed to grow louder with each step you took away from the stage. You hadn't realised your eyes had been screwed shut until you walked into something, hard and unmoving, the jolt of your head sending a pang of pain through your face. You had walked into an equipment storage box, you realised as you cracked your eyes open. 

Turning around to gather your bearings seemed to only make things worse, as the area in front of you tilted on its axis, and you were falling with it. Your hands still clutched the sides of your head, palms pressed over your ears protectively as you swayed to the side. 

A crew member you recognised, but couldn't remember the name of appeared in front of you, his face taut with concern as he grabbed your shoulders to steady your balance. 

“Woah, you alright?” he asked. His gaze drifted to the side of your face, looking at you didn't know what. He lifted your hand from your ear and winced. “Oh shit,” he muttered. You looked down at your hand, now hovering between the two of you, palm coated in a curdling mixture of blood and some unknown, yellow substance.

Blood. 

Blood. Blood? Why was there blood? What happened? You couldn't think through the pain that stretched across every nerve in your head, your jaw throbbing and ear aching against every noise that still drifted from the stage to where you stood. 

You hadn't realised the man in front of you had gone until he returned again with a towel, in which he folded and pressed against your ear. You hissed at the pressure against your head, but found yourself grabbing onto his forearm as you stumbled to the side a little. 

What was going on? 

“What happened?” you asked as he led you out of the side stage area, his hand still pressing the fabric against the side of your head. He walked you to the makeup trailer, and carefully sat you down on his makeup chair. 

“Looks like you fucked up your ear,” he explained, wincing as he saw the red soaking through the white fabric. “Don't worry, the set should have ended by now, Josh should be out soon,” he comforted. “I’m gonna go find a medic, just… stay still, try not to move too much.” And with that, he was gone, closing the caravan door behind him gently to alleviate any noise. 

Somethow, the silence in the small space was anything but comforting. Instead, it gave way to the persistent ringing, which now not only pierced the side of your head, but what felt like your entire face. You steadied yourself with one hand on the edge of the dressing table, the other still pressing against your ear as if the pressure would alleviate some of the pain. 

It didn't. 

It sounded as if you had been cloaked underwater, the ticking of the clock by the door muffled yet still pounding against your ears. You tried to focus on a singular point in the room, in a feeble attempt to quell the circus spin of your vision, but it only seemed to get worse, at one point almost knocking you off your idle position in your chair. 

Not long went by before the door to the caravan opened and Josh stepped in, flushed and sweaty, his eyes searching the space before they landed on you. 

“There you are Baby, I’ve been looking all over for you. You okay?” he asked, stepping towards you, his perky expression quickly turning confused at the sight of you, cowering in a chair with a grimace on your face. 

You hissed, not knowing what was worse, the slam of the door against the wall or the ring of his loud voice. You didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but you winced against the noises, each sound like a hammer to your face. 

“Shhh,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut through the intense pain. You felt like you were going to be sick. Josh furrowed his brows and continued towards you until he stood in front of you, crouching onto his knees to lower himself to your eye level. 

“Baby, what happened?” he asked, tilting his head to see the cloth pressed against your ear, a shadow of blood staining the fabric from where it had soaked through. “Is– are you bleeding?” he asked, voice loud in alarm and concern, making you whimper out in pain as you clutched the fabric closer. 

“Fuck! Be quiet, please,” you begged, a hot tear slipping from your eye, running down the crevice between your nose and cheek and landing on your lips. 

Josh’s eyes were wide in complete shock and confusion as well as concern for your health. He nodded frantically, whispering a ‘sorry’ before shuffling closer to you on his knees. 

“Can I?” he asked, voice softer this time as he reached out to touch the towel bunched up against your ear. You nodded, but quickly regretted it as the feeling closely resembled your brain being loosely tossed around your skull and made you wince. 

Josh's frown deepened at your pained reaction, and he tentatively reached up to remove the cloth. It stuck to your skin with dried blood as he peeled it away slowly, blinking at the sight of the oozing yellow substance. 

“Shit,” he whispered, conscious to keep his voice low. “You’ve fucked up your ear drum, Baby.”

He pressed the cloth against your ear again, providing you with a level of protection from the sound around you, and stroked his thumb against your sweaty forehead. 

“How did this happen? Were the amps just too loud?” he asked, planting another hand on your knee. 

You shook your head, only to be met with an overwhelming dizziness, again. You had got to stop doing that. You squeezed your eyes through the spell and felt Josh’s hands steady you by the shoulder. “Try not to move too much, your balance is out of whack,” he instructed. 

“The fire…” you explained meekly, your jaw throbbing with pain when you spoke, “It went wrong or something. Exploded.”

His eyes widened at your words, a panicked look on his face as his eyes addressed the rest of you, “Shit, it didn’t burn you did it?” he asked. 

You hummed a ‘no’, avoiding shaking your head as well as speaking to preserve some essence of comfort against the pain. Although relieved, his frown remained, seeing you in pain being one of the hardest things to watch. 

You rubbed your temples, groaning in pain. “Ugh, it hurts so bad…” you said, mostly unable to hear yourself through the noise being created in your ear. 

Josh pressed his lips together and caressed your hairline with nimble fingers, “I know, honey. I know. It’s going to be really uncomfortable for the next few weeks, but I’ll be here.” Josh looked up to the roof and ran the heel of his palm over his forehead harshly, “Fuck, this is all my fault.”

“Why?” you whispered, a protective feeling washing over you at Josh's self-blame. 

“I asked them to turn the pyros up– wanted it to be extra for the last show ‘n everything. And now you’re hurt– badly, and if I hadn’t just–”

“Josh,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder, “You didn’t know it was going to do that. This isn’t your fault. It isn’t anybody's fault. Please don't blame yourself.”

He sighed and gave you a small smile, “Okay, Honey, I’m sorry. Let's just worry about you for now, ‘kay?”

You gave him a small sound to signal your agreement, and let your eyes fall shut, breathing deeply through your nose to try and calm the pain.

“I need to go get someone. A medic or something, will you be okay here on your own?” he asked. 

“Someone’s already on their way,” you explained through gritted teeth.

“Alright, good,” he sighed, patting your knee. “Are you comfortable here? Want me to take you to the couch to lay down?” he asked, looking up at you from his kneeled position, hands braced around your body as if you could break at any moment. 

You reached up to knead the side of your thumb into the muscle of your jaw in an attempt to quell the pain. “Yes please,” you answered with a sigh.

Josh nodded and stood quickly, “Alright Baby, just lean on me. You’re gonna feel really dizzy when we stand up, but I won’t let you fall, promise.”

You had almost forgotten Josh had been through this exact injury before, having experienced the pain, the discomfort, the dizziness. Josh helped you stand with a tight arm wrapped around your body, and walked you over to the little couch in the corner of the room. 

You weren't as dizzy this time, with Josh's stability stopping you from toppling over, but the painful waves of nausea still boiled in your throat. 

“There we go, slowly now,” Josh guided, helping you lay down on the couch as he promptly settled a few pillows beneath your head. 

Josh hovered beside you as you eased back onto the couch, his hand never leaving yours as he adjusted the pillows beneath your head with delicate care. His brow furrowed, concern etched into every line of his face. You watched him through the throbbing ache that pulsed from your jaw to your temple, his frantic gentleness almost endearing, if not for the pain clouding your thoughts.

“There,” he murmured, crouching down to your level. He smoothed a strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers cool against your overheated skin. “Better?” he asked.

You gave him a faint smile, though it faltered as the sharp ringing in your ears gnawed at the edges of your sanity. Josh’s expression softened, his thumb brushing lightly across your knuckles.

“You know,” he began, his tone lightening as a flicker of mischief danced in his eyes, “This reminds me of that time I tripped over the amp cable in Chicago. Remember that? Flat on my face, right in front of the crew. You laughed so hard, you fell off the equipment case you were sitting on and sprained your wrist.”

Despite yourself, you chuckled weakly at the memory, but the movement sent a jolt of pain radiating through your head. You winced, your hand flying to your temple.

“Don’t make me laugh, Josh,” you groaned, though there was no real irritation in your voice– just a kind of weary exasperation.

He grinned sheepishly, his free hand reaching out to rest gently on your arm. “Sorry, Baby. I’ll save the comedy routine for when your head’s not about to explode.”

There was a knock at the door, sharp but not overly loud, and Josh raised a brow and turned his head toward it, relief flashing across his face. “That’ll be the medic,” he said, rising quickly. “I’ll grab the door. Be right back.”

As Josh opened the door, a middle-aged woman with a warm presence stepped in, carrying a small medical bag slung over one shoulder. She gave you a professional yet kind smile as she approached, her eyes scanning your pale face and the makeshift towel still pressed to your ear.

“Hi there, Hun,” she said warmly, setting her bag down on the floor beside the couch. “I’m Michelle. I hear you’ve hurt your ear, mind if I take a look?”

Josh lingered close, peering over Michelle's shoulder as she carefully knelt beside you, donning a pair of gloves and reaching for the towel. “Can I remove this?” she asked gently.

You nodded hesitantly, bracing yourself for the volume of the room. She pulled the towel away slowly, inspecting your ear with a practiced eye. Josh winced as the bloodied cloth revealed the full extent of the damage– dried blood mixed with a clear yellowish fluid that trickled from your ear.

“Yep, definitely a ruptured eardrum,” Michelle said, her voice calm but definitive. “The noise volume must’ve done it.” She frowned as she observed the sight, pulling out a flashlight from her shirt pocket and shining it down your ear canal. “There's a lot of fluid buildup…” she commented, mostly to herself. 

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, and Josh squeezed your calf from where he could reach. 

“Not great… you’re going to have some trouble with hearing, and the pain won't be great, but I can write you a referral for some strong painkillers. Let me clean you up and give you some low level pain relief, honey.”

Josh’s hand found your knee, running his thumb over your skin comfortingly. “How long will it take to heal?” he asked, his voice tight with worry, looking back at his own injury that led to numerous cancelled shows and a painfully long recovery period.

“Shouldn’t be longer than 2 to 3 months to fully heal… as long as it doesn't get infected,” Michelle assured him, beginning to clean the area with a gentle touch. “The dizziness and nausea are from the damage to the inner ear, but they’ll subside as she heals. It’s important she takes it easy for the next few weeks especially, no loud environments, no sudden movements– and no flying either, the air pressure can worsen the injury. You need to keep the ear dry too to prevent infectious growth.”

Josh nodded, having heard the same instructions for his own ear, although he had forgotten about the no-flying rule. 

“Looks like we're gonna have to road trip it back home this time, Sweetheart,” Josh said, his eyes meeting yours as the medic wiped the fluid from where it had dried on your neck. 

You groaned, “We’re gonna have to split it into two days, the drive’s too long to manage at once,” you complained. 

Josh smiled sympathetically, “That's alright, we aren’t in a rush. I’ll book us a night at a fancy hotel along the way.”

“Drive carefully,” the medic intervened as she rummaged in her bag for something, “Driving can be really uncomfortable with all the movements and bumps. Once you’re home I suggest bedrest for at least a week, just to make sure you aren't exposed to any loud sounds. You probably wont want to leave bed either way with the dizziness… and the nausea.”

You muttered a sarcastic ‘great’ under your breath, but were surprised when you couldn't even hear yourself, the sound no longer being drowned out by ringing, but some kind of muffled blockage. 

Josh knelt beside the couch to be closer to you, his eyes darting between you and the medic. “That means it's your turn for couch duty, Beautiful. So no arguing when I’m waiting on you hand and foot this time.”

You managed a weak laugh, wincing as the movement tugged at the pain in your jaw. Josh immediately leaned closer, his face a mixture of apology and affection. 

Josh shook his head with a wry smile, his thumb tracing small, soothing circles on the back of your hand. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m not used to seeing you like this. Usually, you’re the one fussing over me.”

You gave a faint smile, your eyelids fluttering as the medic wiped away the last remnants of blood and discharge from your neck and squeezed a few drops of steroid solution into your ear canal. The cool liquid stung sharply and itched fervently as it travelled into your ear, and you hissed, squeezing Josh’s hand instinctively. His grip tightened in return, grounding you.

“All done,” Michelle reassured, her voice steady. “Just need to write you a referral and give you a rundown of what to watch for.” You nodded blankly, not quite hearing what she had said.

Josh shifted closer as she worked, his eyes never leaving your face. “You hear that? Almost done. Then we’ll get you all set up back at the hotel— blankets, snacks, whatever you want. You won’t have to lift a finger.”

“Josh,” you mumbled, your voice soft but laced with humor despite the ache in your head. “You’re acting like I’ve lost a limb.”

He feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “You’re bleeding out, did you really expect me to react differently?” he joked.

Michelle stifled a chuckle, glancing at Josh. “Well, she’s not wrong— she isn’t ‘bleeding out,’ but it’s good to have someone looking after her. She’ll need plenty of rest and hydration.” Michelle sat back on her heels, peeling off her gloves with a practiced snap. She placed a bottle of pain relief and an antibiotic prescription on the small table beside the couch.

“Take these as directed,” she instructed, her tone firm but kind. “If the dizziness or nausea gets worse, or if the pain doesn’t improve in a couple of days, make sure you see a doctor. And no loud music for a while, alright?”

You nodded slowly, each motion calculated to avoid aggravating the throbbing pain. “Thank you,” you said, your voice faint but sincere.

Michelle packed up her kit and rose to her feet, addressing Josh. “She’ll be alright as long as she takes it easy. If you need anything, let the event staff know– they’ve got my number.”

Josh nodded, standing to see her out. “Thanks, Michelle. Really.”

As the door clicked shut, he turned back to you, his hands planted on his hips as if surveying the situation. “Alright, Missy,” he said, his tone playful but underpinned with care, “You’re officially banned from doing anything but lying here and letting me spoil you rotten.”

You smiled faintly, letting out a long, slow breath. “I think I can live with that.”

Josh grabbed a soft blanket draped over the back of the couch, spreading it gently across you. He settled beside you, his hand resting lightly on your arm. “Anything you need, you just say the word. Want to just lay here and cuddle? Or maybe we should watch one of those terrible reality shows you secretly love while we wait.”

You groaned dramatically, though a small grin tugged at your lips. “I’m not in the mood to see people throwing wine glasses at each other.”

“Well, how about I just sit here and look pretty for you, then?” he offered, leaning back with a mock-model pose that drew a reluctant laugh from you, quickly followed by a wince.

“Josh,” you muttered, “I told you, don’t make me laugh.”

His grin softened into something warmer as he reached out, brushing a knuckle lightly across your cheek. “Alright, Baby, no more jokes. Just rest. Once the crew is all packed up and we’re able to head back to the hotel you’ll be able to sleep. Won’t be long.”

A rough hour went by before someone came in to tell you both that it was time to go, and Josh tentatively helped you stand and walk to the van, messily clambering into the nearest seat with much difficulty. 

Turns out Jake had noticed the pyro malfunction too, with being so close to it like you, he told you his own ears were ringing from the blast, and he had even seen you wobble off stage as you struggled to fight against the dizzy aftermath.

“That's why you should always be on my stage side,” Sam boasted, “Jake's shit is always too loud.”

You smiled fondly at the banter, but couldn't find it in you to react with any semblance of real humour, as truthfully, you were struggling to follow the conversation at all. Their voices were entirely too quiet, and you questioned how they were even able to hear themselves. 

Josh patted your thigh from beside you, and when you looked his way, his mouth moved almost soundlessly. 

“Huh?” you asked, leaning in closer to hear. 

Josh frowned, not wanting to raise his voice so as to damage your hearing even more, but knowing how difficult it was for you to hear through your ruptured eardrum. He mouthed a ‘nevermind’ and sent you a sympathetic smile, kissing your forehead sweetly.

Once back at the hotel, your dizziness quelled. You bid your goodbyes to the others, before sluggishly retiring to your hotel room with Josh, who refused to leave your side. 

After helping you out of your clothes and into your pyjamas without tipping over, Josh wandered into the bathroom to get both of your toothbrushes ready.

“I’ll miss this hotel room, ya know? It was one of my favourites,” Josh said, making his way back towards you with your toothbrush. 

“You’re only saying that ‘cause it has jacuzzi jets in the bathtub,” you argued with a small smile before slotting the toothbrush into your mouth. 

He smiled and knelt before you, “Hmm maybe you’re right.” He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmph,” you shrugged, unable to speak around the toothbrush and mouth full of foamy toothpaste. You winced when opening your jaw too wide sent a jolt of pain through the side of your head. 

Josh jutted his lip out, “My poor Baby. I’m sorry this happened to you lovely, I know it’s not fun.” You shrugged, feigning indifference despite the discomfort. Josh helped you stand to make it to the bathroom and spit your toothpaste out. You relieved yourself while he changed, and took some medication as he showered, before settling into bed. 

You sighed heavily once under the covers, watching as Josh waddled around, hands busy as he got your phones into their chargers and things ready for the morning, a toothbrush hanging limply from his mouth, and damp hair dripping water buds down his neck. 

“Alright,” he sighed as he messily rubbed his head with a towel before finally slipping into bed, leaning to switch the bedside light off and shuffling across the bed to reach you. He looped his arm beneath your back and pulled your body against his, letting your good ear rest against his chest. “How’s that? Comfy?”

You hummed a half response, never truly comfortable with the ache in your head, but as comfortable as you could be. As the silence settled in, you became painfully aware of a persistent ringing somewhere in the distance. You wondered if it may be coming from the mini fridge, or maybe the air conditioning, but as you lay there against Josh, wide awake, it grew apparently louder. 

“Josh?” you whispered, and he turned his head towards you, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Hm?”

“What’s that… What's that ringing? Can you shut it off?” You complained frustratedly, the ringing only making the pain and discomfort worse, nagging you relentlessly. 

“Shut what off?” he asked, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“The ringing… it's so loud,” you waved a hand around the room, “Hurting my ear…”

He was silent for a moment, listening out for what you may be talking about, before he sniffed, “I don't think there's anything ringing in here, sweetheart. Probably just a bit of tinnitus.”

You huffed frustratedly, grumbling something about how difficult it would be to sleep through the noise, and Josh rubbed broad circles on your back with the flat of his palm comfortingly. 

“Aht aht,” he warned, taking your hand from your ear. You hadn't even noticed it travel to the injured spot, fingers moving to crawl in and scratch away the itch that had been faintly nagging you. “I know it’s itchy, beautiful, but touching it will only make it worse. Just try and rest now.” He spoke softly, whispering small words of reassurance, until he himself drifted off to sleep, no doubt exhausted from the travel, the performance, and caretaking.

Your night was long, and mostly sleepless. You tossed and turned, finding minimal comfort in any position as the fluid in your ear trickled around and throbbed. Your ‘uninjured ear’, although without medical attention, felt awful too. Constantly ringing, itching, and showing obvious signs that it was dangerously close to rupturing too.

By morning, Josh packed your bags and sorted everything out with the rental car, insisting you sat idle on the bed until he was done. Your frustration grew throughout the morning as you found yourself unable to hear him as he spoke to you, careful to keep a low volume to protect your hearing. Nevertheless, you pushed your annoyance aside, and let Josh hold you close as he led you out of the hotel and into the rental car. 

The nausea had mostly subsided, but the dizziness and disorientation remained, as well as the aching pain, but you tried your best to ignore it as Josh pulled out of the hotel parking lot and began the treacherous drive south. 

“Croissant?” Josh offered, handing you the wrapped pastry from across the centre console. You muttered a small thanks as you took the pastry from his hand. Though, when you peeled back the paper wrapping and exposed the tip of the croissant, taking a well deserved bite, a shot of pain spiralled through your jaw to your ear. 

"You alright, Honey?” Josh asked immediately, squeezing your thigh at the sound of your wince. 

“Yeah just… hurts to open my mouth,” you frowned, tearing a small piece of croissant off the pastry and shoving it between your lips, only parted slightly now. You grimaced when even the simple act of chewing hurt, and forced yourself to swallow the half-chewed piece of pastry.

Josh frowned, stealing a quick glance at you before turning his attention back to the road. “You don’t have to eat right now, Baby. I can stop later and get you something softer. Maybe soup or, I don’t know, mashed potatoes or something.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Gas station mashed potatoes for breakfast? Sounds gourmet.”

“Hey,” Josh shot back playfully, “I’m just looking out for you. I’d puree the damn croissant if I could.” He reached over again, rubbing his thumb gently over your knee. “We’ll figure it out. You just focus on taking it easy, okay?”

You nodded, letting the croissant sit forgotten in your lap as you leaned your head against the window, staring out at the passing scenery. The world outside blurred as the car rumbled along, each dip and bump in the road reverberating through you, tugging at the ache in your head. You breathed in slowly, willing yourself to stay calm and ignore the discomfort.

But the silence— or rather, the muffled quietness— felt oppressive. Even with Josh humming softly under his breath, you couldn’t escape the incessant, high-pitched ringing in both ears. It was relentless, like a mosquito that wouldn’t stop buzzing near your head. You shifted uncomfortably, rubbing at your temples.

“You okay?” Josh asked softly, sensing your restlessness.

“Yeah,” you murmured, though it wasn’t convincing. “It’s just… I can’t get used to the quiet.” You paused, searching for the right words. “I mean, it’s not quiet for me. It’s loud. I can’t—” You stopped, frustrated by how hard it was to explain.

Josh’s brows furrowed as he glanced at you again. “The ringing?”

You nodded miserably, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to block it out. “It’s so loud, Josh. It’s driving me crazy.”

His hand found yours on your lap, warm and grounding. He squeezed gently. “I know, Baby. I can’t imagine how frustrating that must be.” He paused for a moment, as if considering something. “You know what Jake always told me when I burst my eardrum a couple years ago and had tinnitus?”

You cracked an eye open, tilting your head just enough to look at him. “What?”

“He got me to focus on something else. Anything else. The more attention you give the noise, the worse it feels. It’s like staring at a bright light– it burns into your vision.”

You frowned, skeptical. “That sounds… too easy.”

Josh grinned, shrugging one shoulder. “Maybe, but it always helped me. Here—” He turned the music on low, just a gentle hum of sound in the background. “Focus on this. Or count the trees we pass, or… hell, count how many times I say something annoying today.”

You laughed weakly, which only earned you a small wince. “It’s not hard to lose count with that one.”

Josh smirked, clearly pleased to see even a faint bit of humor from you. “See? You’re already distracted.”

It didn’t fix the ringing, not really, but it gave you something to latch onto besides the noise and discomfort. The ache in your head ebbed slightly as you focused on Josh’s soft singing over the radio, his voice smooth and steady, even at a whisper.

The hours crawled by, but Josh made sure you were as comfortable as possible. When you stopped for lunch, he insisted on finding a decent place that served soup, running inside himself to grab a warm takeaway container of something creamy and smooth while you waited in the car. He returned triumphantly with a container of tomato soup and a bottle of water, setting them carefully in your lap.

“Nothing but the best for my girl,” he said proudly, settling back behind the wheel.

You smiled faintly, wrapping your hands around the warm container as if it might soothe you. “I feel spoiled.”

“That’s the goal,” Josh replied, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. “Now eat up. Or... drink up, I guess? I need you feeling better so you can start bossing me around again.”

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The drive continued, the sunlight growing softer as the day stretched on. By the time you checked into the hotel halfway home, you were exhausted, the ache in your head sapping the last of your energy. Josh carried your bags inside, refusing to let you lift a finger as you trudged to the room.

As soon as you were in bed, propped up by pillows, Josh settled beside you with a sigh of his own. He reached for the remote, flipping idly through channels until he found some old sitcom playing softly in the background.

“Better?” he asked, nudging your shoulder gently.

You nodded, already feeling your eyelids grow heavy. “Better,” you murmured, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

Josh wrapped an arm around you, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your arm. “Good. Get some sleep, Baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

The ringing persisted, faint and constant, but somehow, with Josh’s steady presence beside you, it didn’t seem quite so unbearable.

And as you drifted off, the last thing you felt was his hand brushing through your hair, his voice a quiet promise against your forehead: “We’ll get you home soon, I promise.”

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By the time you pulled into the driveway of your home back in Nashville the next day, you were utterly drained. Josh parked the car and quickly came around to your side, gently helping you out and steadying you as you shuffled toward the front door. Your equilibrium was completely out of whack, the disorienting swirl of dizziness making every step feel uncertain.

As you crossed the threshold, Josh guided you to the couch, his hand firm but careful on your lower back. “Easy, Baby,” he murmured, helping you lower yourself onto the cushions. You leaned back with a groan, closing your eyes to block out the spinning world.

“I’m gonna make you some tea, alright?” he said, brushing his knuckles against your cheek before disappearing into the kitchen. You heard the clatter of mugs and the low whistle of the kettle, the muted sounds only reminding you of your muffled hearing.

Josh returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup of tea and a warm smile. “Here,” he said, kneeling beside you and holding the cup carefully as you took a slow sip. “Good?”

You nodded, managing a faint smile. “Thanks.”

“Have you had your meds yet?” he asked, setting the tea on the coffee table.

“Not since this morning,” you admitted. Josh frowned and immediately got up, grabbing your pain relief and a glass of water from the kitchen. 

“I’ll go to the chemist first thing tomorrow to pick up the prescription painkillers.”

After making sure you’d taken the low level pain relief you had access to, he joined you on the couch, pulling a blanket over both of you. He settled in, gently moving you to rest your head on his chest. “Wanna pick something to watch or are you gonna try and catch some sleep?” he asked softly, scrolling through the options on the TV with one hand and stroking your head with his other.

You hummed, only hearing the last leg of his sentence, before closing your eyes, letting his warmth and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing soothe you until you drifted off.

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The next couple of days were a blur of rest and quiet, but the pain only seemed to get worse. By the third day, it was unbearable— sharp, throbbing, and radiating down to your jaw and neck. Each time you swallowed or yawned, a pop of air shot into your ruptured eardrum. It had you clenching your teeth against the feeling and only making the pain worse, aggravating your mood alongside. You could barely move without wincing, and after a bit of convincing, you finally allowed Josh to drive you to the doctor.

The diagnosis wasn’t what you wanted to hear: your ear had become infected.

You sat on the exam table, your arms crossed and frustration written all over your face. Josh stood beside you, his hand resting protectively on your knee. “Shit,” he muttered, his brow creased with worry.

You huffed, trying to tamp down your irritation. “This sucks.”

“It’s gonna be okay,” Josh said softly, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll get the antibiotics, and you’ll feel better soon. I’ve been through this before, remember? It sucks, but you’ll get through it.”

You sighed, nodding reluctantly as the doctor handed Josh the prescription and went over the treatment plan.

Back home, Josh wasted no time getting you settled into bed. He handed you your first dose of antibiotics along with some water, watching closely as you swallowed the pills. “How’s your jaw?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You mumbled a faint response, too sore to form proper words. Even the effort of speaking made your jaw ache, and Josh’s concern deepened as he tucked the blanket around you.

“Alright,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Just rest, Baby. I’ll take care of everything.”

You drifted off almost immediately, the exhaustion and pain pulling you under. Josh stayed by your side for a while, watching you sleep with a worried expression before quietly retreating to the kitchen to make dinner.

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You woke up around seven in the evening, the smell of something delicious wafting through the room. Josh appeared in the doorway with a bright smile, carrying a bowl of soup. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he said, setting the bowl on the nightstand. “I made your favorite— tomato soup with the little pasta pieces you like. Thought it’d be easy on your jaw.”

You smiled weakly, sitting up with his help as he placed the bowl in your hands. The soup was warm and flavourful, the broth soothing as you sipped it carefully. But by the time you reached the pasta pieces, the effort of chewing sent sharp pain shooting through your jaw.

You set the spoon down, your shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry,” you said softly, guilt creeping into your voice. “It just hurts too much to eat.”

Josh’s face softened, and he shook his head immediately. “No, no, don’t apologize. It’s okay, sweetheart. I just want you to feel better.” You gave him a faint, grateful smile before leaning back against the pillows. He kissed your forehead, his thumb brushing gently over your hand. “Try to get some more rest, alright? I’ll clean up and be right back.”

You reached a hand out to him and whined at this, and he stopped his movements to look at you worriedly. 

“What’s wrong, Beautiful?” he asked, tucking away some hair from your forehead. 

“Can you come and lay with me?” you asked, your voice so soft and broken he thought he would melt. 

“Oh, Honey, of course,” he cooed, crawling over the mattress and situating himself beside you, pulling your body to lay across his. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, and wrapped your arms around him weakly, reaching for any form of connection. Josh soothed you with a flat palm on your back, stroking up and down carefully. 

“I hate this,” you admitted, voice muffled between the pillows and his body, cringing as you felt the sting of tears arrive. “I mean– I haven't even been able to cry about it, cause it just hurts too bad. I hate laying here all day just doing nothing. I hate it so much.”

Josh pulled your body closer, tightening his hold and kissing the top of your head before resting his cheek against it. “My poor girl. Sweet, sweet girl. You don't deserve this. I’m so sorry, my love. Is there anything else I can do?”

You shook your head, breathing in his natural fragrance and sighed, “Just hold me, please.”

You sounded so pained, so lost, and Josh couldn’t help but shrug you a little closer, “Of course, my love. You just need some tender love, I’ve got you.”

Josh continued to stroke your back, whispering soft words of endearment and comfort until you went limp in his arms. He sighed, ridden with distress at the state of you, weak and in pain. He dug through his memories in search for home remedies that helped him the most, but found that at that time in his life, the memories were foggy, clouded by some feverish haze. 

Lifting his hips slightly so as not to wake you, he fished in his back pocket for his phone, and pulled up Jake's contact, typing out a message, ‘I need your advice.’

Jake responded effectively immediately, and Josh slid out from beneath you, careful not to move you too much, and placed a pillow beneath you for you to hold in his absence. Jake's caller ID showed up the second Josh left the bedroom. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Jake asked casually. 

Josh wandered into the kitchen and began preparing himself some food for dinner, “What did you guys do to help me when I fucked up my ear? I can't remember,” he asked, diving straight to the point. 

Jake pondered silently across the line for a few beats, “Uhhh. Well you slept a lot, and we made sure to roll you onto your good side if we ever saw you sleeping on your ear,” he started. “Warm foods, like soups and stews and stuff. You never liked smoothies ‘cause I think the cold made your jaw ache more.”

Josh sighed– these were all things he already knew, and although they were helping you, they just weren't enough. “Is there anything else?” he prodded.

“Look Josh, healing takes time. She’s not gonna get better overnight. You have to give it time and be patient with her.”

Josh sighed. That was not what he wanted to hear. 

“Actually, something else that helped you,” Jake started, and Josh straightened, listening intently. “Danny did some research when our shows were cancelled, and apparently a warm compress with a soft massage on your neck and jaw and stuff really helped ease the pain. You loved it– knocked you out everytime you were up with pain.”

“That’s perfect, thank you.”

“But Josh, I’m serious when I say you gotta be patient. I mean, maybe she’s better at handling it than you, but you were pretty snappy sometimes. Don't take it personally if she gets frustrated with you, just… let her be upset.”

Josh nodded with a sigh, “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind, thanks Jake. And thanks for dealing with me when I was being a dick.”

Jake laughed, “No problem, keep me updated.”

“Will do, love you.”

“Love you too, bye.”

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The next morning, Josh woke up with you still curled up beside him, your face scrunched in a frown even in sleep. His heart twisted at the sight, wishing he could shoulder your pain instead. He lay there for a moment, gently brushing his fingers over your arm before you stirred awake, blinking slowly as if even that small action was an effort.

“Good morning, baby,” he said softly. “How’re you feeling?”

You let out a small, hoarse sound that wasn’t quite a word, shifting slightly under the blankets.

He sat up, concern etched on his face. “Would you like me to make you some breakfast? Your meds are due in a couple of hours, and I don’t want you taking them on an empty stomach.”

You murmured, “Mmm, not hungry,” your voice faint and muffled.

Josh sighed, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. “I know it hurts to eat,” he said carefully, “But I can make some porridge or oatmeal, so you won’t have to chew.”

Your eyes welled up at his kindness, the frustration of the past few days bubbling to the surface. You nodded slightly but winced at the movement, and Josh winced right along with you, his expression pained as though he could feel it himself.

“‘Kay,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll be right back.”

Josh returned a few minutes later with a small bowl of oats, the hot bowl carefully balanced in his hand. But when he saw your tear-streaked face, his heart broke all over again. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you sniffled quietly, trying to compose yourself.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he said, his voice thick with emotion as he set the bowl down and sat beside you. He gently wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs, his touch impossibly tender. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, settling beside you on the bed. He watched you for a moment, so sad and defeated, and he knew only one thing could make you feel better in this moment. “Is it the cooking? Be honest,” he teased. "I mean, I never prided myself on being a great cook, but surely it's not bad enough to make you cry?"

A watery giggle escaped your lips despite yourself, and he grinned, clearly pleased with the small victory. “There it is. That’s what I needed to see. Don’t let this thing win, okay? You’ve got way too much fight in you for that.”

He reached over, wiping your tears with his thumbs before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “You’ve survived worse things. Remember when you sat through that whole documentary on the making of The Godfather? Yeah, this infection has nothing on that.”

You laughed softly, the sound barely there but enough to make his grin widen. “There’s my girl,” he murmured. “Now, let’s get you fed so we can put this mean old infection in its place.”

You nodded faintly, and he helped you take a few spoonfuls of the porridge. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, and soon after, he helped you take your medication.

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About an hour later, you stirred from a restless nap, your body tense with discomfort. “Josh?” you called softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He was by your side in an instant. “What do you need, baby?”

You hesitated, embarrassed. “I… I need to pee.”

“Okay,” he said gently, sliding an arm under your shoulders to help you sit up. “Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

You swayed as he guided you to the bathroom, his arm steady around your waist. By the time you reached the toilet, you were too exhausted and in too much pain to care as he helped you sit down, his movements respectful and careful.

“Take your time,” he said softly, stepping back into the bedroom to give you as much privacy as he could while still being there to support you.

When you were done, he helped you back to bed, tucking you in with a concerned smile. “Want to watch a movie?” he offered, his voice light but tentative.

You let out a faint hum of agreement, snuggling close to him as he pulled you into his side. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart were comforting, though he couldn’t ignore how quiet and weak you seemed.

It broke him to see you like this, so far from your usual self, but he stayed strong for you, scrolling through options before settling on Gilmore Girls.

A few minutes in, you tilted your head toward him. “Can you turn it up? I can’t hear it.”

Josh reached for the remote and turned up the volume a couple of notches. “How’s that?”

“More, please?” you mumbled, frowning.

He paused, looking down at you with a worried expression as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. “It’s already pretty loud, baby,” he said softly. “The doctor said to keep things quiet until the infection’s gone at least, remember?”

You huffed, your frustration clear as you turned your face away slightly. “Fine,” you muttered, saying nothing more.

Josh pressed his lips into a thin line, still watching you. After a moment, he offered gently, “How about I turn on the subtitles?”

You blinked up at him, your hearing so muddled that you asked, “Turn on what?”

“Subtitles,” he repeated patiently.

“Oh. Okay, yeah,” you said, your voice tinged with exhaustion. He turned them on, and though it helped a bit, you were still annoyed by how much effort it took to follow the show.

Midway through the episode, you dozed off again, your body giving in to the fatigue. Josh watched you for a moment, his heart heavy with worry and love. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he whispered, “Sleep well, my love.”

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The next morning, Josh woke to find you already awake, sitting cross legged at the head of the bed with your shoulders hunched, your fingers pressed against your jaw. He frowned as he sat up, hair sticking out in messy tufts.

“Baby,” he mumbled, voice raspy with sleep. “What are you doing up so early? It's barely light out.”

You glanced over at him, eyes heavy with exhaustion. “It hurts,” you whispered. “And it’s so itchy, Josh. I can’t stand it.”

Your hand drifted toward your ear, but before you could touch it, Josh was already moving. Gently but firmly, he caught your wrist and pulled it away.

“Hey, no,” he said, his voice a mixture of concern and gentle authority. “You’re not supposed to scratch or touch it, remember? Doctor’s orders.”

“It’s itchy,” you whined, a tear slipping down your cheek. “And it hurts so much.”

“I know,” he soothed, letting go of your wrist to brush the tear away with his thumb. “But the itching means it’s healing. I promise, baby, you’ve just gotta let it be.”

You sighed heavily, your hand falling limply into your lap as you fought the urge to argue. “Fine,” you muttered, clearly irritated but resigned. “Can I at least have some painkillers or something? My head is pounding.”

Josh nodded immediately. “Of course, my love. I’ll get them for you.”

He slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a glass of water, two pills, and a peeled mandarin.

“Here,” he said, setting everything down on the nightstand. “But you need to eat this first,” he instructed, holding the mandarin out to you. You frowned at him but took one slice of the mandarin anyway, biting down gingerly. Almost immediately, you winced and set it back on the plate.

“I can’t, it hurts too much” you said, frustrated and reaching for the pills, “I’ll just take them.”

He shook his head gently, moving the pills from your reach and causing your frown to deepen. “Not on an empty stomach,” he said patiently. You rolled your eyes. “You know that. It’ll make you feel worse."

"I don't care, Josh, just let me take them," you insisted, rather angrily, leaning to grab them, only for Josh to pull them further from your reach, knowing you would be too dizzy to move and get them yourself. Frustration boiled and bubbled in your chest.

"How about I grab you some soup to eat instead?” he suggested.

“I don’t want soup!” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended. “All I’ve had for the past week is soup, and I’m sick of it! Just…” you trailed off, struggling to find the words that explained your frustration. You hated this, but you hated being mean to Josh even more.

Josh froze for a moment, startled by the outburst. Then, instead of reacting defensively, he exhaled slowly and sat back on the bed, his expression softening.

“Okay,” he said quietly, his voice calm and measured. “I get it. You’re tired, and you’re hurting. Let’s try something different.”

You looked down at your hands guiltily. “I’m sorry, that was mean. You’re only trying to help, I just–”

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. I get it,” he said softly, stopping you from dwelling.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out to touch your arm gently. “Why don’t we take a minute to ease the pain first, hmm? Jake told me a warm compress should help, and then we’ll figure out something for food. Yeah?”

You didn’t answer, but you didn’t stop him as he left the room. When he returned, he had a heat pack in one hand and a reassuring smile on his face.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, climbing onto the bed beside you. “Let’s get you comfy. Lay down on your tummy for me.”

Reluctantly, you shifted to lie on your front, your head resting just beside his thigh against the mattress with your bad ear facing up, just as the doctors had advised you. He gently tugged at the collar of your shirt, pulling it aside to expose your neck and shoulder.

“This might feel a little warm at first, tell me if it’s too hot” he warned as he pressed the compress against your jaw. The soothing heat spread immediately, coaxing a small sigh of relief from you.

“Good?” he asked softly, his fingers beginning to work along your jawline.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, the tension in your body starting to ease as your eyes fluttered shut against the sensation.

Keeping the compress balanced over your jaw, he pressed his thumbs, warmed by the heat pack, over the taught muscles of your neck. They moved in slow, deliberate strokes, kneading the muscles that had been tight with pain. He worked up your neck, towards the base of your skull, his touch firm but gentle, careful not to press too hard.

He smiled as you sunk into the mattress with a groan. “There we go,” he murmured, his voice low and comforting. “That’s my girl. Just relax for me.”

You whimpered softly in relief as his fingers found a particularly tight spot near the base of your neck. He chuckled lightly, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

“Sounding like you’re enjoying this a little too much,” he teased, a playful smile on his lips.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against the side of his leg.

He laughed quietly, clearly relieved to see even a flicker of your usual self as his fingers moved to your shoulder. He worked on the knots there, his hands strong but tender as he massaged away the tension.

“I’m just saying,” he continued, his thumbs working magic along your shoulder blade, “if I ever quit the band, maybe I’ll open a massage studio. What do you think? ‘Josh’s Soothing Touch’— catchy, right?”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “You’d need a better name. Sounds like a brothel.”

He gasped dramatically. “Wow. Critique from my number one client already? Tough crowd.”

You smiled faintly, the combination of his warmth, humour, and touch making the pain feel a little less overwhelming. After a minute, he replaced the heat pack from your jaw to your neck, reaching round to grasp your face softly with his hand, the pad of his thumb gently kneading into the muscle of your jaw.

He massaged you there for a little while, before moving the heat pack back to your jaw, and continuing massaging your neck instead.

“Thank you, my love. For taking care of me. I love you,” you whispered, your voice soft but sincere as you broke the comfortable silence.

“Anything for you, my sweet girl. I love you too, Beautiful,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your temple as his fingers continued their careful work. “Now, no more talking, just relax, okay?”

And as the loving magic of his touch pressed in against the overwhelming pain you had been fighting, you finally began to feel a little more like yourself again.

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I love your writing! Can you write something with any member helping with their significant other’s period cramps???

GOOD TO ME - BLURB

“oh, but you’re good to me baby.” -Would That I, Hozier

summary: on the worst day of your period, Jake’s there to pamper you.

warnings - nudity no sex, reader is in pain, nausea, period cramps, massages, self deprecating talk, tooth rotting fluff

Today was horrible, you’d been like this a few before but today was bad, really bad. The cramps in your lower abdomen were nauseating, debilitating, and so so painful. You’d been swallowing back nausea, lying on your stomach and clutching your pillow.

You hear the door open, willing yourself to at least roll over to the side where you’re facing the door. Step, step, step. Jake’s boot’s echoed through the hall, you knew he shouldn’t be wearing them inside but you loved him too much to tell him off. The door opens with a click, his face peeking through, a bag of takeout in hand. “Hey, pretty, got you your favorite.” he says quietly, as if you had a migraine.

You immediately knew what it was, he got you your favorite soup, one of your comfort meals and your heart warmed at his effort. You were a total bitch to him yesterday due to your period, crying over the fact that he finished the last of the peanut butter and forgot to throw it out. He held you and apologized, your sobs turning into giggles at the absurdity.

He was always so understanding, so sweet, researching what he could do to make you feel better when you were in such a state. You really craved a bath, and one of his massages right now, you almost moaned at the thought of his thumbs digging into your lower back.

Jake sits on the corner of the bed, head tilted like an eager dog, waiting for your command. “Is there anything I can do?” he asked, voice hushed, picking at his thumbs.

You lifted yourself enough to sit up. “I’d love a bath, and one of your massages.” you answered honestly, cheeks tinging pink. You still felt awkward expressing your wants and needs to him, it was weird being able to fully ask for anything and have him bend at your will to do whatever he could to help you.

“Okay, I can do that.” he said simply, letting out a groan as he stood himself up. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. He pushed the glass of water on your nightstand closer to you, urging you to take a few sips so you did. And god, did he care.

You heard the faucet of the bath in the background, heard him dump Epsom salts into the tub, you could even smell the lavender oil. After a few minutes, he helped scoot you to the edge of the bed, letting you steady yourself on him. He helped you pull your clothes off, swooped you up bridal style and gently set you into the water.

“I’m getting blood on you, ‘m sorry.” you mumble tiredly, looking up at him from the bathtub. You could feel your muscles instantly relax, your body sink back. The bath felt delightful.

Jake only chuckled softly, shaking his head. He brushed it off. “It’s not like you can help it, plus, it washed off when I set you into the tub.” he ducked his head down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Chamomile or peppermint?”

“Chamomile, please.” you smiled softly, still so shocked at how he could possibly adore you so much. Of course you adored him too, but he was well- him, and you were you. You’d never feel deserving of his compassion and care, even if it made you love him even more.

Thirty minutes go by and Jake helps you out of the bath, slipping on your underwear for you that he already put a pad onto. How could he be so caring and unbothered? You melted at the way his things rubbed into your hips after your waistband snapped into place. “You’re so beautiful.” he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

Your cheeks tinge strawberry pink, eyes darting away shyly. “You’re just saying that.” you couldn’t believe him, you always felt so gross, so ugly in your period.

“No.” he shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to the bridge of your nose. “You’re always beautiful.” he insisted, with his kisses you were in no position to argue. He always won anyway.

He set you down onto bed, a pillow under your head while you lay on your stomach, his thumbs digging into your lower back. You bit back a groan, toes curling in delight as his fingers worked magic at relieving the dull ache in your back and the cramping in your abdomen. He told you about his day and future plans as you requested, his voice soothing you.

“Thank you, baby.” you told him after his hands stopped their magic, feeling a teeny bit disappointed that his touch was gone but grateful that they were there for as long as they were. And you knew if you asked him again, he’d gladly take the opportunity to.

“Just wanna make you feel better, beautiful.”

A/N - I hope this was close to what you were looking for! I really loved writing this and special thanks to my beautiful friend @hailthegodsong for helping me get my ideas together. I love you. Thank you for your submission anon, I hope to receive another one from you soon!

[fleet-of-fiction]

Josh Kiszka // Female Reader

Summary: A chance encounter in the kitchen in the middle of the night turns your insomnia into an erotic feast.

Warnings: 100% smut. Oral. Use of food in sex.

The kitchen light flickered on softly. You lift your head up from your book, spoon lilting softly on your bottom lip as you linger on the taste of chocolate ice cream.

Josh is standing in the hallway, his finger poised on the light switch. Bed curls tumbled around his forehead as he rubbed his tired eyes with his other hand. His belly moving against his breath, the little V shape of his waist sitting snugly against the band of his underwear. Your eyes were immediately drawn to it as he realised you were sitting there in only the black lace panties he'd gifted you last birthday.

"You can't sleep?" He asks, the dreamy rasp in his voice commanding all your attention.

You slide your book aside. Leaning up to stretch lazily, you watch him pad his way over to you on bare feet. He smells like fresh linen as he swirls the bar stool you're perched on around.

"Something like that." You reply, slipping your spoon into the half empty tub of ben & jerry's.

Josh pulls you in lithely, bringing your breasts to the skin of his chest. Your arms tangle familiarly around his neck. He takes a moment to breathe you in, his hands on the small of your back sending shivers down your spine.

"Are you cold, Mama?" He asks, feeling your body shudder against his. "You eaten too much ice cream?"

He knows how your body reacts to him. He's always known. The way his touch brought you to a place you'd never reached with any other. With Josh, there was never a time when you'd ever welcomed him into your arms and not felt as if electricity coursed through your veins.

"There's no such thing as too much." You teased, bringing the spoon from the tub to his waiting mouth.

He took the ice cream gratefully, keeping his mouth open as you crush yours against his. You taste him and the ice cream, his tongue moving the chocolate into your mouth and turning your kiss into a dark mess. A quiet moan escapes your chocolate covered lips and his tongue probes further.

The bar stool allows you to meet his waist at perfect symmetry. Your open legs shimmy to the edge, feeling his growing manhood behind his strained underwear.

Those brown eyes are so serious as he looks you over. That vacant stare that was full of secrets had been the one which had reeled you in. Purposefully undressing you with them, tangibly calling to you to respond over a crowd of faceless bodies that had stood between you.

Perhaps it was the intensity of that look which kept you bound to him? Perhaps it was the way that he loved you so effortlessly in the transpiring months since that first night? Josh was an enigma. You were still discovering him, and it seemed as if every new discovery was more delicious than the first.

"Tastes so fucking good." He murmurs, taking your chin in his hand as he lifts your face up to inspect the mess around your lips.

He moves your head slowly from left to right, a look of satisfaction building in the way the corner of his smile turns upward.

"Yeah?" You clarify, letting him play with your mouth as he licks the residue from your bottom lip.

You run the tip of your finger through his moustache, where the ice cream has melted into the fine, coarse hairs. There's a playful edge to it as you giggle, and he falls into a shared laughter as you nestle your face into the nape of his neck.

"Don't you be getting all soft on me." His voice is low, urging you to cease the playful edge to your touch.

Josh had sensed your willingness to comply almost immediately. As if his burning intensity hadn't drawn you to him, it had been the way you threw your head back when you laughed which had brought him to you. And when he asked you to settle into a serenity with him, you held his hand and walked into that space with him so willingly.

"Soft?" You look him dead in the eye. "Soft, like this?"

His pupils dilate as you fill your mouth with ice cream and slink off the bar stool in one fluid move, your hands sliding down his body until your knees land on the cool tiled floor. Fingertips pull at his waist band, pulling down his underwear to reveal a hardness that springs free and rests against your flushed cheek.

You feel that hand at your chin again, tilting it up so that he can see your intention. The ice cream melts slowly in your warm mouth and he puts pressure on your jaw to open up. He nods slowly at the sight of it there, melting on your tongue as he angles himself perfectly against your opening. You feel his tip graze your lips as he sinks inside your mouth, the taste of his skin and the ice cream as you swallow.

"Sweet...fuck!" He hisses, "Shit, baby that's so fucking good!"

The way he speaks, so candidly and in a way only you get to hear, it makes your stomach churn with an anticipation that makes your clit begin to throb almost immediately. His voice is like velvet, sweet to you in the cold light of day. Speaking only words of love and affirmation. But in the middle of the night, he would speak in demonic tones that left your legs weak after the fucking he described to you first.

"Take it all the way back, just like that Mama..." He guides, taking care to hold your chin steady as you open wider.

His cock is throbbing, you can feel it in the veins as his blood pulsated through it and against the inside of your mouth. You still found yourself admiring it, the thickness of it, any time the opportunity presented itself. He liked the way you looked at it, marvelling at your eagerness to have it.

Sweet Josh, who he was in those moments which were littered with love and affection, could never have imagined having you like this. You had brought yourself to his attention with your effortless smile, the moment he realised you were sexually compliant it had been as if his love had known no limits. You were hooked. And he, without apology, was yours completely.

"You look so fucking beautiful like that." He told you, his eyes half shut as he rocked into your mouth.

You wanted to speak. You felt the words you wanted to say lose themselves as you lapped the flat of your tongue against his length. When you could no longer taste the ice cream, he pulled out and watched your swollen lips all pink and wet try to recover. He wiped his thumb across your mouth and marvelled at the sight of you down on the floor.

"Josh..." You said in whisper, rising from the hard cold tiles.

He hushed you before you could say whatever it was you'd intended to say. Lifting you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, hooking fingers around the elastic of your panties.

"Josh, please..." You beg. "Let me tell you how I want it?"

He raises a speculative eyebrow as he tosses your panties aside, leaning in with sculpted arms on either side of you.

"Ok, Mama." He acquiesces. "Tell me a story."

You're his little pet in moments like that. He looks at you with eyes that could devour you whilst waiting for you to say sweet things to him. He rakes a hand through your hair and down your cheek. As if in that you're moment you are innocent of the thing you had just done. You like it, though.

"I want you to put that pretty mouth on my pussy." You say, trying to keep your voice sweet and feminine.

Your fingertip runs across his moustache and down the hair which lines his chin, hiding the little dimple there.

"And then I want you to start fucking singing on it." You add, circling for him to start opening his mouth.

Josh's eyes move down the length of your body. You move your fingers away from his mouth and start kissing him, the tip of your tongue searching for his. His breath warm and heavy in your mouth, almost as if he's held it and is breathing again for the first time.

"I want you to lick inside me." You manage between kisses, "Swallow my wetness and let me cum on your mouth before you fuck me."

Your attention is diverted back to his facial hair. "I wanna see this glistening, baby. All of it."

He doesn't wait to placate you. To tell you how your words fired him up. Your back is immediately on the kitchen work top, cool and hard like the floor tiles. Knees pushed up to the counter edge, his head between your thighs without warning. You lift your head to watch his curls move as he licks up your slit, taking in how he lays his head on your thigh and grips your waist to drag you to him deeper.

"Shit, Josh..." You moan, "Damn, baby. So fucking good..."

He's moaning too. A literal melody on your aching clit, the vibrations of his tongue reminiscent of the way you'd seen him hit those high notes on stage. You can't help but take a fist of his hair, forcing his mouth into you further. You feel his tongue inside your opening, doing exactly as he was told.

"You're so fucking good to me." You pant, trying to keep yourself from the orgasm that was building in the pit of your stomach.

Of all the things you had discovered about Josh, your favourite was the way your joy was his. He took delight in doing your bidding. Feeling your warm, wet pussy against his mouth was in turn, making his cock leak all over his inner thigh.

In the midst of your writhing on the kitchen counter, you hadn't noticed him reach for the ice cream. A sudden hit of chill courses between your legs as you realise his mouth is full of it, licking it into you and tasting both you and the chocolate. He takes you over the edge, sliding a finger into you to fuck you quick as you cum.

"Holy shit, are you insane?!" You laugh, feeling your body vibrate against the hot and cold sensations.

Josh is wiping the back of his hand against his mouth, a smug grin resonating.

"Do I get to fuck you now, Mama?" He asks prudently, admiring the sheen across your skin.

You slide to the edge of the counter, making sure to keep his gaze on your opening.

"Sure thing." You purr, pulling him into you. "Enough with the ice cream though. I want the main course."

He laughs at you, an almost silent breathy sound as he buries his face between your breasts and kisses the curve of them.

That night was never meant for sleep.

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[katuschka]

So Pretty When All Alone

Josh Kiszka x gender-neutral reader 1.260 words

Yeah, I know what I said, but I just enjoy this way too much. AND I got really inspired by something @its-interesting-van-kleep said. So thanks babe, this one's dedicated to you.

It's also my first attempt at the 2nd person narrative. Not really fond of it, but I always wanted to at least try it, and it seemed quite fitting and "natural" here.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): voyeurism (in an established relationship), masturbation, alcohol consumption, Josh being his usual sexycutiepie

People change. 

And that’s the reason why you left the party early, using a tension headache as an excuse. They understood; and you suspected that it was only common decency which prevented them from saying that you were no fun anyway, so… off you go. They’re friends, and – let’s be honest – you didn’t act like one tonight. 

Therefore, sitting in an uber on your way home, you felt both relieved and strangely remorseful. Booze often did that to you, making you overthink and wallow in contradictory emotions. It was just like any other night spent out with them, nothing had changed. But you had. A new job, some new hobbies, and most of all, a new man. Josh didn’t really fit in your group of buddies and they had never tried to make it any easier for him, so he stopped coming with you eventually and you were slowly losing interest in spending time in their company ever since. You wanted to be home instead. Home… 

It wasn’t really home yet, you just already had the key. He gave you this token of his trust just two weeks ago, and while you were still keeping your old place simply out of convenience (and common sense), you had spent all of those fourteen nights in Josh’s bed, watching him fall asleep and kissing him awake every fucking night and day. Why would you want to be anywhere else, when Josh’s bed felt like the center of the Universe and him the Sun? And yet he kept telling you that you were the interesting one. See, he’s funny, too. 

You didn’t believe him, but it felt good anyway.

Still feeling more like a visitor, you were a bit unsure whether it was a good idea to get back to his place earlier than expected without texting him first. Too late. You missed your chance thanks to booze brain fog, and there was no point in letting him know when you were already standing on his driveway. His car was here too, meaning he was already back from the studio, but the lights were out. Was he already asleep? Unusual, but not impossible. 

Careful so as not to wake him, you unlocked the door and silently entered, immediately noticing a sliver of dim light coming through the half closed door of his bedroom at the other side of the long entrance hall. Thinking that he had probably fallen asleep while reading, you crept up closer, just to have a look to confirm your suspicion. And then you heard it.

A barely audible, breathy moan. Unmistakeable. You were quite familiar with the sound. That’s why it made your heart beat wildly in an instant and the gasp that escaped your lips almost gave away your intruding presence. But he didn’t stop, and while you waited with bated breath for him to call your name, you could hear the rhythmic sound that gave him away fully. You had to have a look. It was imperative.

Peeking through the crack of the door, you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. There he was, sitting on the bed with his back propped against the pillows. What a marvelous sight! One which you hadn’t had the opportunity to really see yet. You were quite familiar with all those beautiful details from up close, but this was something new. And extremely exciting. 

Josh was completely naked, with only his feet and shins hidden under the duvet to keep them warm. The sight of him pleasuring himself made the muscles under your navel spasm with craving and need. 

Surely, if you revealed your presence and apologised for the intrusion, Josh would be eager to help you with it, and you would be just as raring to reciprocate. However, something about the scenario that was in play right in front of you made you want to keep holding your breath. 

He was so pretty when all alone. 

Lost in his pleasure, self-induced by his languid strokes, he had tilted his head back and let it rest on top of the upholstered headboard, panting. You watched, entranced, how his parted lips quivered ever so slightly, as if he was chanting a silent mantra. In a way, he was. Hadn’t he already told the world that this was the universal truth? Uttered in jest, but the truth is that he really meant it. That’s probably why his moans sometimes sounded almost sacral. 

And you worshipped him for it. 

Only Josh could transform a simple, vulgar act of jerking off into a religious experience. With his eyes closed and his brow lifted, he looked as if he was praying. A praying angel who could invoke the most sinful thoughts in your head even without saying a single word. Just listening to his moans made you feel like your fluttering heart would jump out of your chest. It was intoxicating. 

And that’s how you felt while watching him. Lightheaded, you took it all in, starting with his face, now tilted slightly towards you, and you were secretly begging him to keep his eyes closed. He furrowed his brow just a bit, bit his lower lip and let out the most delightful nasal whimper. You savored the sight for a little while before letting your gaze travel further down to his own heaving chest. He was literally fucking the air around him. In and out, in and out, and you were getting slightly jealous of every molecule of oxygen that had that pleasure. But you weren’t willing to give in yet. You probably couldn’t have even if you wanted to. You felt hypnotized. 

In the meantime, Josh quickened his pace and tightened his grip, and you had to pinch the skin on your hand to keep yourself from moaning along as you watched his left hand slide up his toned stomach. He pinched his nipple then, and groaned loudly, before he let the hand travel back down, scratching the skin along his happy trail with his fingernails. You were yearning to lick the stripe all the way up that irritated flesh. That perfect line of fuzzy hairs was your happy place; starting right under his navel, it was groomed right above his dick, as he was keeping that area delightfully bare. 

You didn’t really care, or mind, but the truth was that it made his pretty pink cock look even more prominent. Especially during moments like this one when it already looked like it was going to burst. Sure enough, his swollen head was glistening with precum, looking like a giant, dew-covered berry. 

And no doubt just as tasty. 

You were already ravenous. While still fascinated and mesmerized by the sight of his tensing muscles, visible tendons and protruding knuckles as he continued to pump himself with new-found frenzy, you seriously considered finishing his job for him. Before you could make up your mind, his breath quickened and his moans grew both in pitch and intensity. He swirled his palm around his weeping head a few times with shuddering breath, before he slid all the way down one last time. You shrunk back a bit when he finally opened his eyes and with a long, loud and high-pitched moan, he came. 

You leaned against the wall right by the door, willing your heart to calm down slowly, when you suddenly heard him whisper: “Hello darling, didn’t see you there.” 

“Fuck,” you muttered, which only made him chuckle. 

You learned two things that night. You loved to watch. And Josh loved to have the audience. Always.

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[seenoversundown]

Somewhere

Josh Kiszka x Harper (Gender Neutral OC)

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF & some gentle flirty bullying

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: just a sweet little thing for our sweet little man 🥰

🩷 🩷 🩷

Harper POV 

Nothing about Valentine's Day sounded appealing this year. 

Josh and I have been together for a little over a year, but he ended up having to move for a job and now we only get to see each other every few weeks. Unfortunately for us both, this was not a weekend he could swing. 

Him being the way he is insisted we would make the best of it, promising to spend as much time as we could on Facetime so at minimum, we were looking at each other. 

“I know it isn’t as good as being in person,” he sighed. “But, at least it’s something?”

I have spent the past few days trying not to be bummed out but when our group of friends invited me to a local carnival that night, I knew I would be the only one without their partner. So, I graciously declined.. privately in a message to the girl who invited us. I don’t want the pity from the rest of our groupchat. 

It being the day before, I went about my typical routine; wake up, drink the biggest mug of coffee, mentally prepare myself for work, and then get dressed and leave. Generally speaking, Josh and I would text throughout the day and then call or facetime once we’re both finally home for the evening. 

Work felt endless— possibly because I knew what was to come when I got home. Or knowing I had the next day off, regardless of the fact I would just be at home. Alone. I’m not usually this bitter, especially over a Hallmark holiday, but it had been a couple weeks since I had seen Josh in person and it had definitely started to wear on me. 

At least I’ll be graced with his sweet smile all day tomorrow. 

Pulling into my driveway, I let out a deep sigh. Quickly grabbing all my things and making my way to the door. Wiggling my key into the doorknob, it’s unlocked? I stare at my door for a second, trying to decide if I forgot to lock it when I left or if I’m about to meet my maker. 

“Hello?” My voice shakes as I open my front door, creeping through it slowly. Not seeing anything or anyone, but noticing the light is on in my kitchen. 

My hallway has never felt longer than in this moment. 

As I’m about to come around the corner, a voice startles me. 

“Well hi there,” Josh’s voice rings through my empty house. Leant against the counter, a smug little smile on his lips. 

My jaw drops, and I look around for a moment but my attention falls back on him. 

“Wait-“ I start, setting my things down on the island. “How? Your car isn’t here?” Walking straight into him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. 

His chest shakes with a laugh, “I parked at Jake’s and he dropped me off.” 

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, leaning back and touching his face. “Hi.” 

“Hey,” he whispered, as his plump lips found mine. “I couldn’t go another week before coming back, so I moved some things around.” 

“I missed you,” I tell him, pecking his lips. “I’m so,” kiss, “glad,” kiss, “you could be here,” kiss, kiss, kiss. 

His laugh in between kisses made my heart flutter, managing to get out, “I missed you too.”

We spent the rest of the evening glued to each other. Cooking dinner practically holding hands and falling into the couch to put on whatever shitty movie we could find, because we weren’t going to watch it anyway. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Waking up with Josh meant staying tangled up in the sheets for a while. Our visits were so few and far between, that we would soak up any chance we had to just be. 

“We should probably get up soon,” he mumbles, his voice still laced with sleep. “Need to make sure you're fed and caffeinated for later.” 

“What are we doing?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him. 

His hand brushing my hair out of my face, “Well, we were invited to the carnival, no?” 

“I told Kira we wouldn’t make it,” I cringe as it leaves my mouth. 

He smiles even wider, “Good thing I let her know the moment I got my work stuff sorted out.” 

Falling dramatically into the pillow, I let out, “How are all of you so good at secrets?!” 

“Is it that we’re good at secrets or that you, my love, are not the most observant sometimes?” 

Gasping at his comment and smacking him with a rogue pillow, I just watch as he dies from laughter. Shaking my head when I say, “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Joshua.” 

Hours later, finally dressed, fed, and caffeinated, we head over to where the carnival is. Josh insisted on driving us since he technically agreed to the plans. And to be frank, I’ll never turn down the opportunity to watch his performance whenever we’re in the car. 

Approximately four show tunes later, including a dance number, we made it. 

“You know,” he says as we’re getting out of the car. “More people should get on the West Side Story train, is all I’m saying.” 

“Josh, honey, we all have enjoyed West Side Story..” my voice trailed off. “When we were in fourth grade..” 

He stops dead in his tracks, holding a hand out toward me, “Harper, I need you to put that back in your mouth.” 

Not the government name. Throwing my hands up, “My bad.” 

“That’s fucking right, you’re bad!” He barks out, a smirk on his face. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the entrance, I listen to every single reason why West Side Story is a perfectly fine musical. 

All of our friends waited at the entrance for us so we could say hello, but nature's way will always take over, which means we all just paired off once we got inside. 

“Where to first?” He rasps, squeezing my hand gently. 

Gazing around at all the lights from the rides and food booths, the sounds of children laughing, the smell of fresh popcorn. 

“Whatever sounds fun to you,” I tell him, looking over. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

And it’s true— I would gladly follow Josh around all night doing whatever it is that he wants because it means I get to be with him. 

We wandered around for a while, hand in hand, just weighing out what our options were. Finding somewhere to grab a beer to share, neither one of us wanted to drink too much before Josh inevitably dragged me onto a ride. 

It’s not that I don’t like rides, but the fact these carnival rides can be put together in like an hour doesn’t sit well with me. He’s just lucky I love him enough to muscle through it. 

“You would pick the most terrifying option,” I let out under my breath. 

His hand squeezing mine, “Guess you’ll just have to sit close.” 

Looking up at the rickety ferris wheel, trying to not panic at the possibilities. He just tugs me along, still humming that one Officer Krupke song from the car. 

When it's finally our turn, Josh death grips my hand as I step into the middle of the pod-seat-thing, sitting as close to him as I could. If I could be in his skin, I would be.

“See it’s not that bad,” he says, his arm stretched out behind me. 

My body tense as can be, my head slowly turns to him as we slow to a complete halt at the very top of the wheel.

“Okay so I have bad timing,” he laughs. “Though while we’re trapped up here.” 

“Can you not say trapped while we’re a million feet in the air?” I ask, slightly panicked. 

He smiles and his hand creeps down onto my shoulder, “I have been withholding information.” 

My eyebrows shot up. The air is silent somehow, but only for a second when I bark out, “Continue?” 

“What if I told you that—“ he starts, pausing for the drama as usual. “I’ll be able to work remotely as of next month..” 

“Like full time?” 

He nods, “I may have to go in every so often, but I’d have clear warning.. which means..” 

If I could jump up from this seat, I’d be in the stars. 

“Oh my god,” I let out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth. “You can live here?” 

He grabs my hands, littering kisses across my knuckles. “That’s right, baby. I’ll be able to pester you all the time.” 

My heart feels like it could explode. We both knew that when Josh took the job, that he would be traveling a lot, but neither of us really knew what to expect when it came to managing our relationship alongside it. Endless FaceTime calls and a constant stream of texts, but it’ll all be over in a mere few weeks. 

“Move in with me,” I blurt out. 

And for the first time in our relationship, I think he was speechless. 

“Seriously?” 

I hesitate, but the smile creeps onto my face, “Dead serious.” 

His hands hold the sides of my face as he plants the sweetest kiss against my lips. A feeling that will never get old. Mumbling, “Okay, let’s do it then.” 

The wheel starts to slow down with us near the top, yet again. But we’re too busy to notice. 

“I love you,” I laugh out against him. 

He pulls back, looking at me, “I love you, too.” 

Settling back into the seat, we stared off into the distance since we were “trapped” again. Enjoying the quiet as I tuck myself under his arm, until his pipes up after a few minutes. 

“And you thought today would be terrible.” 

I’ve never been happier to be wrong. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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Crimson Desires

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Josh Kiszka x f!reader - 18+

𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚢.

Warnings/Themes: BLOOD KINK, exploration, knife implication, penetration

wc; 3581

You found yourself in a dimly lit room, a space that seemed to hum with an electric tension. The air was thick with anticipation, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. He stood before you, his distinctive brown mullet framing his face, the strands catching the faint light like flickering flames. His brown eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now held a glint of something deeper—something that made you both excited and slightly uneasy.

This wasn’t just another evening in your shared world; tonight was different. You both had decided to push boundaries, to explore a realm you had only teased at before, and the thrill of it made your skin prickle with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Josh took a step closer, the space between you charged with unspoken promises.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and steady, yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. You nodded, your gaze locking onto his, affirming your desire to embark on this journey together. As you watched him, you recognized the strength he drew from your shared trust; it gave him courage, and it fortified you too.

You had talked about a blood kink in abstract terms before, but now it was real—tangible and alive in the air around you. In the confines of your safe haven, with soft cushions and cascading shadows, you were ready to dive deeper into your desires.

As the first step, he suggested a simple act; a small prick, a hint of blood to awaken the senses and draw you both into that swirling abyss of pleasure and pain. You felt a flutter in your stomach as he retrieved a small, sharp object from the table and returned to your side. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers racing along your spine.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his eyes locking onto yours, searching for certainty. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. You could see his dedication in the furrow of his brow, the way his lips pressed into a thin line as he steadied his hand.

“Yes,” you whispered, and that simple word seemed to ignite a fire between you. He pressed the object gently against your skin, and you closed your eyes, ready to accept the strange thrill of what was to come. The sharp sting was quick, followed by the warmth of your own blood trickling down. You felt a rush of adrenaline and something more—a release.

Josh’s eyes widened, not just in surprise but in admiration. He was captivated by your resolve, by the way you embraced this uncharted territory. The warmth from the small cut mingled with the heat radiating from your bodies, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made your pulse race.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You’re incredible.” The praise sent a jolt of electricity through you, amplifying the sensations you were already experiencing. His lips brushed against your skin, tasting the metallic tang of blood; you could see the raw hunger in his gaze, a primal need ignited by the act.

With every kiss, every suck of your skin, the world around you faded. The intimacy deepened, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring beautifully until they were one and the same. You felt alive, vibrant, a burst of color in the muted hues of the room.

As the moments stretched on, the two of you lost yourselves in the exploration of boundaries, the thrill of desire and surrender tugging at your souls. You felt safe in the tempest of emotions, the trust you had forged illuminating the darkness surrounding this new adventure.

And there, in the embrace of your shared exploration, you both learned something vital: that vulnerability could bloom into strength. Together, you took the leap into the depths of desire, forever changing the landscape of your relationship and the way you viewed the boundaries of intimacy. In that dimly lit room, you were no longer just partners; you were explorers, conquerors of new frontiers woven together by misplaced courage, love, and the rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

In the warm, muted light of the room, the atmosphere became thicker, charged with a heady mix of desire and trust. The initial sting lingered on your skin, a reminder of your shared leap into this new realm. With each pulse of your heart, you felt the boundaries of pleasure and pain intertwining as Josh continued to explore the sensation.

He leaned in closer, his breaths warm against your freshly pricked skin, and you could see the wild excitement dancing in his brown eyes. With a low growl, he pressed his lips against the small wound, drawing a gasp from you. The quick, sharp intake of breath sent the blood rushing to your cheeks as he lingered there, his tongue gently tasting the metallic warmth. You felt both vulnerable and powerful, exposed and exhilarated.

"God, you taste incredible," he murmured, his voice gravelly and filled with an intensity that made your whole body tremble. You could hear the hunger in his tone, feel it vibrating between you, and it stirred something primal within yourself.

With your heart racing, you reached out to him, fingertips brushing against the curls of his brown mullet, guiding him closer still. Your body ached for his touch, a need ignited by his boldness. His hands moved like fire, trailing across your sides, possessing you, igniting every nerve ending with a sense of urgency.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl; you could feel his breath against your ear, sending thrilling shivers down your spine. The question held a weight, loaded with the promise of exploration and indulgence.

“Just… don’t stop,” you whispered, your own voice coming out bold yet breathless. And with that, he seemed to unleash something deep inside himself, the tension morphing into a torrid dance of passion.

He captured your mouth with his, the kiss fierce and fervent, a violent clash of lips as he pulled you closer, the scent of him intoxicating—you could smell hints of the outdoors, mixed with the sweetness of adrenaline and desire. You surrendered willingly, losing yourself in him as he tasted you, devoured you with a hunger that matched your own.

His hands explored, roaming beneath the hem of your shirt, the fabric slipping easily in his grasp. You gasped into the kiss as he traced the delicate curve of your waist, drawing you against him, feeling how your body responded in kind. The heat between you was consuming, and every touch was laced with a sense of urgency that electrified the air.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded until there was nothing but the two of you—lost in a tempest of sensation. With every languid stroke of his fingers against your skin, every delicate nip of his teeth, you felt the boundaries of your pleasure expand further still.

“More,” you encouraged, pulling him even closer, as if attempting to merge your bodies completely. The words came out like a plea, raw and desperate. Josh responded immediately, his lips trailing down your neck, following the path where blood had dribbled, kissing the warmth, licking it from your skin.

He responded with rapture, his hands moving with purpose. They found the clasp of your bra, deftly undoing it, exposing your skin to the cool air. A shiver ran through you as he took a moment to admire you, his eyes darkening with desire. You felt completely bared before him—vulnerable yet entirely alive.

“You’re stunning,” he said, his voice a low rumble, and in that moment, you felt like an exquisite treasure, a flame igniting within him. He lowered his mouth again, this time capturing one of your breasts with his warm mouth, swirling his tongue around your hardening nipple. You moaned softly, the sound of your pleasure echoed in the dim light, fuelling his fervor.

Beneath his ministrations, your senses heightened; the pleasure rose within you like an inevitable wave, crashing against the shores of your mind. You found yourself lost, surrendering completely to the tide of submission and ecstasy.

“Josh…,” you gasped, feeling your body arch into him as he continued his onslaught of sensation. The weight of your desires tangled together, each touch weaving a spell that kept you both entwined in this thrilling exploration of pleasure that seemed to stretch on forever.

With a deep kiss, he pulled you back towards him, your bodies colliding in a dance of skin against skin. He wanted to know you—every inch, every whisper, and every pulse. You felt the world pivot around you, transformed by the tension and release, by the trust that deepened with each shared secret.

And as he journeyed further into this new territory with you, you knew that you had crossed a threshold together, hand in hand, exploring the wild depths of your desires, forever changed by the intimate bond you were crafting under the flickering, intimate light of the room.

As the intensity of the moment increased, your bodies intertwined in a rhythm that felt both thrilling and sacred. You could feel every heartbeat, every whisper of breath exchanged between you—a silent conversation conducted entirely through desire. Josh’s hands roamed with an urgency that promised exploration and intimacy, and you found yourself arching into him, craving more of his touch.

“Tell me what you need,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with lust and a hint of command. The raw intimacy of the question sent a shiver down your spine, igniting every nerve in your body. You wanted to surrender completely to this moment, to let go of your inhibitions and plunge into the depths of your desires.

“I want to feel everything,” you replied, the words spilling from your lips as a desperate plea. “I want to explore… the pain, the pleasure. I want to push the boundaries together.”

His eyes darkened with intensity, a flicker of hunger sparking in the depths of his brown gaze. It ignited something primal within both of you—a raging fire that couldn’t be contained. With a gentle but firm grip, he guided you to lie back on the soft surface of the cushions, your heart racing as he hovered over you.

“Then let’s find out where this takes us,” he said, and the sound of his voice sent waves of anticipation rolling through you. Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the small object that had started your exploration, the sharp edge catching the soft light, and as he held it, you felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with a hint of trepidation.

With deliberate care, he pressed the object against your skin once more, just below your collarbone, a sharp sting followed by a warm trickle that sent pleasure spiraling through your body. You gasped, a floodgate of sensations bursting open as he traced the small line of blood with his fingers.

“Such a gorgeous response,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your skin, tasting the warmth, and the intimacy of the act sent a surge of excitement thrumming through your veins. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, a deep ache of longing that begged for release.

In that moment, every tension from your body melted away, replaced by a primal instinct that urged you forward. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you, a silent demand for more, for deeper connection. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to explore further, to taste every inch of you as you spiraled deeper into this new dance.

With every kiss and lick, he brought you closer to the precipice, the line between ecstasy and agony blending into one euphoric sensation. He experimented, plunging deeper into the exploration of your desires, each movement pushing and pulling at the edges of your pleasure.

The sensations danced beyond mere physicality; it was a bonding, a weaving together of your souls, a tapestry of trust that was becoming richer with every drop of blood he drew and every moan of delight you breathed into the air. He took his time, his exploration unhurried yet fervent, savoring each taste, each inhalation of your essence.

“More,” you breathed again, your voice a mix of desperation and longing. You could feel the heat emanating from both of you, the energy crackling in the air like static before a storm. Josh obliged, moving closer, his body hovering right above yours as he adhered to your every need with a fervor that made your heart race.

He brought the object back, this time tracing a delicate line along your thigh, and your breath hitched as the sensations ricocheted through you. Your body responded instinctively, your skin alive with warmth as he drew the softest whimpers from your lips.

“Good, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice rough as he reveled in your reactions. He pressed more firmly, the sting mingling with waves of pleasure, a intoxicating cocktail that blurred the edges of reality.

You could feel the heat blooming deep inside you, igniting with every stroke of his tongue, every gentle bite. You closed your eyes, feeling your senses heighten, the world around you drifting away until there was only the two of you, lost in this relentless journey of pleasure and exploration.

As the moments stretched into an eternity, you surrendered completely—body, heart, and soul—lost in the delicious intensity of the connection between you. You could feel the impending release beginning to build within you, a powerful wave rising higher with each passing touch, each heartbeat.

With a passionate kiss, he pulled you closer, his body diving deeper into this world you were creating together. You whispered his name like a mantra, lost in the thrill of the moment as you spiraled toward the edge. The world around you faded completely, the only reality being your shared breaths, your entwined bodies, the exquisite sensations capturing your consciousness.

And as you finally succumbed to the bliss, cresting the wave that you had built together, it was with that overwhelming sense of trust and intimacy that you found yourself completely engulfed in ecstasy—two souls intertwined, exploring every inch of each other’s desires and tastes—the journey always leading back to each other.

As the waves of ecstasy slowly receded, you found yourself enveloped in a haze of warmth and blissful surrender. The world around you began to come back into focus as Josh held you close, the rhythmic beating of his heart syncing perfectly with your own. You could feel the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body, gentle pulses of delight still lingering in the aftermath as you nestled against him.

He brushed your hair away from your face with tender fingers, his gaze softening as he admired you in the dim light. There was an intimacy in his eyes that made your heart swell, a connection that transcended beyond the physical exploration you had just shared. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and full of warmth, filled with genuine care.

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face as you caught your breath. “More than okay,” you murmured, the weight of the experience settling in, leaving you feeling blissfully spent yet utterly fulfilled. The fleeting moments of vulnerability had transformed into a reassuring sense of security.

Josh shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at you. He brushed his thumb gently against your cheek, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart flutter. “I’m really glad we did this,” he said, his thumb now trailing down your neck, where the warmth still lingered from the intensity of the preceding moments.

“I am too,” you replied, surprise mingling with sincerity in your voice. It was more than just the physical connection; it was the depth of trust that enveloped both of you. “It felt… so right.”

As you both found a comfortable position, he pulled you into a more secure embrace, cradling you against his chest. You listened to the familiar sound of his heartbeat—an intoxicating lullaby that seemed to soothe the edges of the frantic energy you’d both released.

“Do you want some water?” he asked softly, still cradling you closely, as if ensuring you felt safe and cherished. The thought of a cool drink seemed enticing, but the warmth of his body against yours was too comforting to leave just yet.

“Maybe in a little bit,” you replied, your voice still a bit breathy. Instead, you shifted closer, ensuring your bodies remained entwined. The closeness felt electric but reassuring, an afterglow that spoke of shared experiences and deepening intimacy.

The silence stretched comfortably, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breathing—each inhale filled with the lingering scent of him, a comforting mixture of his cologne and the warmth of your skin. As your heart rate began to slow, you felt the quietude wrap around you like a warm blanket.

After a moment, he broke the silently shared solace. “You know, I love that we can explore like this,” he said, his voice laced with sincerity. “It’s rare to find someone you can share all of this with… to be so open and free with.”

You melted further into him, feeling a profound sense of connection bloom between you. “I feel the same way,” you admitted, a shy smile spreading across your lips. “It’s liberating… to feel so safe and understood. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.”

His eyes glimmered with affirmation. “We can keep exploring if you want,” he offered, the prospect of further intimacy igniting a spark of curiosity. “But only if you’re comfortable. Aftercare is just as important as everything that happened before.”

You could see the sincerity in his gaze; it reassured you that your comfort and desires would always come first. “What do you mean by aftercare?” you asked, genuinely curious about the next step to take.

Josh took a deep breath, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered his words. “It means taking the time to reconnect, to allow our bodies and minds to settle back into the present. It’s about continuing to care for each other after we’ve given so much,” he explained, his fingers still tracing small circles on your back.

His words resonated deeply within you, the importance of aftercare suddenly apparent. “That sounds nice,” you remarked softly. “What did you have in mind?”

With a playful smile, he shifted, pulling you with him so that you laid side-by-side. He rummaged through the nearby drawer, producing a small soft blanket that he draped over both of you, the fabric a cool comfort against your flushed skin.

“First, we can share some water,” he stated, his eyes glinting with mischief. He reached for a bottle from the bedside table, unscrewing the cap before taking a long sip. Then, he held it out to you, his eyes watching you intently. “Your turn.”

Taking a sip, the cool liquid washed over you, refreshing and grounding. As you handed the bottle back, you suddenly felt shy under his gaze, but his expression held nothing but warmth. With a playful smirk he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, the gesture gentle and intimate.

“Next, some cuddles,” he proposed with an inviting grin. You couldn’t help but return the smile as he enveloped you within his embrace, wrapping you tightly in his warmth. The world around you faded away again, the intimacy of the moment filling every space in the room.

Lying against him, you savored the softness of his touch, the way his fingers found their way back to stroking your hair, down your back, working to soothe you. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice wrapped around you as if lulling you into a serene state. “I’m proud of you for being brave and open with me.”

Your heart swelled; you basked in his praise and felt cherished in a way you hadn’t expected. “Thank you,” you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The honesty in his words created a bubble of safety, allowing you to relax even further into the tranquility of the moment.

As the minutes turned to hours, the atmosphere settled into a gentle rhythm filled with quiet laughter and soft conversations. You exchanged stories, sharing glimpses of your pasts that only deepened your bond. Each moment felt like a thread weaving the fabric of your connection tighter, crafting something beautiful and profound.

In those soft hours, you both explored the nuances of each other’s desires, boundaries, and dreams—each confession nurturing the intimacy that had blossomed between you. Glances became lingering, fingers entwined as warmth enveloped you, turning shared vulnerability into reassuring strength.

Eventually, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, washing the room in golden hues, you found yourself basking in the gentle aftermath of everything you had shared. The world beyond faded, leaving just the two of you entwined in each other’s arms, hearts open, promises exchanged in the language of touch.

In that serene moment, wrapped in warmth, you realized that what had begun as simple exploration had transformed into something infinitely more—a connection you were both eager to nurture as you navigated this uncharted territory together. And as the sun rose high, brightly heralding a new day, you knew you would face it together, hand in hand.

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Josh Kiszka One Shot: Trial Run

Late!Teen Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

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After a late-night party winds down, a lingering conversation between old friends turns unexpectedly tender. What starts as casual teasing slowly unravels deeper feelings, quiet insecurities, and a shared vulnerability neither of them expected to surface.

Warnings - alcohol use, smut, unprotected sex, mild teasing, cussing, discussion of virginity

Disclaimer - excuse any errors and please let me know of any warnings i missed!!

MasterPost

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It was two in the morning. The party had just ended, and you offered to stick around to help Josh and Jake clean up. The three of you were a little tipsy — not enough to be sloppy, but enough that random things kept setting you off into fits of laughter.

“Jesus, Jake,” you said, eyeing him. “What kind of leech latched onto your neck?”

Jake grinned, letting out a low chuckle.

“Jealous it wasn’t you?”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, stuffing empty cans into a trash bag. You glance over at Josh, who’s gathering trash by the couch.

“What about you, Josh? Get any action tonight?”

“Josh? Action?” Jake scoffs. “Yeah, okay.”

“Would you shut up?” Josh fires an empty red solo cup at his twin. “We didn’t throw this party to hook up.”

“You didn’t…” Jake mutters, heading upstairs and leaving you and Josh alone.

You notice the way Jake’s comment seems to quiet Josh, making him a little uneasy — so you tread lightly.

“Jake��s just… being his usual pain in the ass self,” you say gently.

Josh sighs, focusing on stuffing more cups and bottles into the trash bag.

“I didn’t hook up with anyone either,” you admit.

“Yeah… but you have before,” Josh mumbles under his breath.

You frown, stepping a little closer.

“What was that?”

Josh lets out a sigh, dropping the trash bag to the floor before sinking onto the couch.

“I said, you have before. I haven’t.”

You move over, sitting beside him.

“Wait — you mean you’ve never—”

“No, Y/N,” Josh cuts you off. “I haven’t.”

The room falls quiet for a moment, his words hanging in the air.

“Josh… I think that’s kind of sweet.”

“No, it’s not. It’s pathetic,” he sighs, frustrated. “I just… I can’t get into the whole hook-up thing. I’m not like Jake — finding some girl, taking her to bed like it’s nothing.”

“Josh, that’s totally okay.” You gently rest a hand on his arm, trying to ease his tension. “It just means it means more to you. That’s not lame… it’s kind of sweet, actually.”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“I’m serious,” you insist, scooting a little closer.

“I don’t know…” he says softly. “I can’t just… sleep with someone I barely know. I want it to be with someone I’m comfortable with.”

You nod, the moment settling between you — and maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s the way he just said that — but a wild idea crosses your mind.

“…What if it was with me?”

His eyes widen.

“What?”

Your voice trembles a little, but you don’t back down.

“I said… what if it was with me? Your first time.”

Josh shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“Um… I don’t… I don’t know—”

“You said you wanted it to be with someone you’re comfortable with, right? We’ve been friends forever… and, we have kissed before.”

Josh blushes, his eyes dropping to the floor.

You can’t help but smile at his shyness.

“Well,” you say, standing up from the couch, “the offer’s there… if you want it.”

You take a step, but his hand catches yours, stopping you. You glance back at him.

“Okay,” he says quietly, his voice soft and unsure.

“Okay?” you repeat, searching his face.

He nods, releasing your hand. You sit back down, this time closer — close enough to feel the warmth between you.

“Okay,” you whisper, taking a steadying breath and glancing around. “Here?”

“Uh… no. Not here. Let’s… let’s go to my room.”

You nod, standing up as he does, following him up the basement stairs. The house is silent, everyone long asleep, and you slip up to his room unnoticed.

Once inside, he quietly closes the door — locking it behind you.

You move over, settling yourself in the middle of his bed.

“Come here,” you say softly, motioning him over.

Josh nods, hesitating just a second before making his way to you, sitting down beside you on the mattress. You watch him carefully — it’s obvious he’s nervous.

“Why don’t we start with a kiss?” you suggest, your voice gentle.

Josh nods again, a quiet, “Okay…” leaving his lips.

You lean in, closing the distance between you, and press your lips to his. He stiffens at first, unsure, but soon enough his lips begin to move with yours. You bring your hands up, resting them behind his neck, pulling him in a little closer.

As the kiss deepens, you take his hands in yours and gently place them on your waist. Your lips start to wander, brushing along his jaw, then down to his neck.

“Relax,” you whisper against his skin, your breath warm against him.

“Right… sorry…” Josh whispers back.

You keep pressing soft kisses along his neck, your hand trailing lower until it rests over his crotch, giving a gentle squeeze. He lets out a breathy, surprised moan.

“Have you ever watched porn?” you murmur against his skin.

“W-what?” he stammers, clearly caught off guard.

You pull back slightly, catching your breath as you meet his eyes.

“I asked if you’ve ever watched porn.”

Josh hesitates, then nods, his voice quiet.

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, I have.”

“Okay,” you nod, offering a soft smile. “So… just mimic what the guy does to the girl.”

He swallows hard. “Are you sure?”

You nod again, your voice steady.

“Yes. I’ll guide you, and you can just… do what feels natural, okay? I will too.”

Josh pauses, thinking it over, then gives a small, nervous nod. Taking that as your cue, you lean back in and reconnect your lips with his, the kiss growing a little deeper this time.

Your hand drifts back to his growing bulge, giving him a gentle squeeze. You feel Josh tense for a moment, but then his hand hesitantly slides to the front of your torso, fingers fumbling as he reaches into your pants. You break the kiss, watching his uncertain movements with a soft smile.

“That’s it…” you murmur, grabbing his wrist to help guide him. “Under my panties, like this…” you whisper against his lips.

Josh lets you lead him, his eyes wide, focused like a student learning something entirely new. And then he feels it.

“Feel that?” your voice is already breathy, thick with need.

He nods, swallowing hard.

“If you… rub it like this…” you say, tightening your grip around his wrist, moving his hand in slow, steady circles, a soft moan slipping from you. “It feels really good…”

Josh’s breath hitches, his body reacting instantly as a shiver runs through him.

“Ye-yeah?” he stammers, his voice rough.

“Yeah,” you confirm, releasing his wrist to let him continue on his own. “Can you feel how wet I’m getting?”

Josh can only nod, his lips parted, completely lost in the moment.

You moan softly, keeping your gaze locked with his.

“That’s because what you’re doing feels so good…” you breathe out, your voice trembling with pleasure.

Your head falls back, another quiet moan slipping from your lips. After a few more moments, you reach down and gently grab his wrist, stopping his movements.

Josh’s brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”

A soft chuckle escapes you as you pull his hand from your pants.

“Nothing,” you grin. “If you kept going, I would’ve finished right there.”

Without missing a beat, you reach for the button of his pants, starting to undo them. Josh watches you for a second, then quickly follows your lead—his shaky hands fumbling to work the button of your jeans.

You tug his pants down as he lifts his hips to help, and he does the same for you, both of you moving in sync, breathless and eager.

“Here,” you murmur softly, “let’s get the rest off.”

You tug his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor before pulling off your own. Now, only your undergarments remain between you.

Your hand finds him again, wrapping around the hardness straining against his boxers. Josh lets out a breathy moan, his hips twitching slightly as you start to palm him through the fabric, your eyes fixed on his face.

“F-Fuck, Y/n… don’t stop,” he groans.

You smirk, loving how quickly he’s unraveling beneath your touch, and keep going.

Josh felt like he was floating, every nerve lit up, and in that moment, he remembered what you’d told him earlier. Gathering a little courage, he spoke up.

“Can we… lay down?”

You pause, giving him a warm nod and pulling your hand away.

“Yeah,” you smile, scooting back to the center of the bed and lying down, watching as he moves to hover above you.

His hand reaches out toward your panties but hesitates just shy of touching them, his uncertainty written all over his face.

“Go ahead,” you whisper, your voice soft and encouraging.

He nods, carefully sliding your panties down your legs.

Once they’re off, his eyes linger, taking in every inch of you like he can’t believe this is really happening.

You’re breathtaking — and the sight of you like this has his heart racing.

Quickly, he shoves down his own boxers, kicking them aside. As he does, you sit up slightly, reaching behind to unhook your bra and toss it to the floor, then settle back against the bed.

“Wait,” Josh says, leaning over to fumble through his nightstand drawer. “I think I have a—”

“It’s okay,” you interrupt gently. “We don’t need one.”

He freezes, looking back at you, eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“We don’t?”

You shake your head with a soft smile.

“I’m on birth control.”

The words made his cock twitch — the thought of feeling you completely, nothing between you, makes him throb with anticipation. It almost undoes him right there, but his nerves keep him steady, holding on just a little longer.

Josh lowers himself until his body’s pressed against yours, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

You kiss him back, one hand cupping his face while your legs part beneath him, welcoming him in.

A low moan escapes him as he grinds his hips against you, the friction making you both gasp into each other’s mouths. The soft, slick sounds filling the space only pull him deeper into the moment, his movements growing needier.

“Slow down,” you murmur, breaking the kiss, breathless.

Josh groans, his forehead resting against yours.

“You… you feel so good…” he pants.

“You’re gonna finish if you don’t stop,” you warn, your voice laced with a teasing edge.

You could see the struggle on Josh’s face, his body tense as he tried to hold back. So, you shifted beneath him — your hand wrapping around him, guiding him to your entrance.

Josh let out a shaky groan, his hips instinctively twitching forward, the tip of him just barely slipping inside.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his voice trembling.

“Keep going,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm, urging him on.

Josh pushed in deeper, his face etched with focus and pleasure as he finally sank all the way into you. His lips parted, brows furrowed, completely lost in the sensation of being buried inside you.

A soft moan escaped your lips as your body adjusted to him, the stretch making your breath hitch and your heart race.

He stayed there for a beat, savoring it, before beginning to move — slow, careful thrusts that made both of you sigh with every motion.

“Oh, Josh…” you moaned breathlessly.

“Yeah?” he panted, picking up the pace. “H-how’s that feel?”

“So good…” you gasped, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. His hips never faltered, even as his lips traveled down to your neck. You tilted your head, offering him more, and moaned louder when his mouth found the sensitive skin there.

“Oh fuck, Josh…” you cried, your arm tightening around his neck. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Your desperate sounds made Josh groan, his rhythm quickening. When your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper, he lost control.

“Y/n — fuck, I’m gonna come—”

“God, yes… come in me,” you begged, and it was all he needed.

His thrusts turned fast and messy as he spilled inside you, your name tumbling from his lips in a hoarse, broken moan. “Y/n! Oh, fuck!”

You held him close as his body shuddered, only loosening your grip when his hips slowed to a stop. He collapsed against you, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

“You okay?” you asked softly, brushing a hand through his damp hair.

Josh lifted his head, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah… I’m fine.”

You smiled up at him. “How was that?”

He shifted onto his back beside you, his hands resting behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, still dazed. “Amazing.”

You chuckled, rolling onto your side to face him. “Glad I could make your first… unforgettable.”

Josh turned his head, giving you a boyish grin. “Definitely unforgettable.”

You both shared a soft laugh before he asked, “So… what now?”

“Well…” you smirked, pretending to think it over. “We could get up, put our clothes back on, and finish cleaning up…”

“Yeah…” he trailed off, clearly not sold on the idea.

“Or…” you leaned in, your voice playful, “we could turn this into a two-time thing.”

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Rhinestones & Glitter

Josh Kiszka x reader

(For 18+ only no exceptions)

(Warnings: pet names, sweetie pie Josh, drag performance, friends to lovers, handjobs, fingering, oral both receiving, penetrative sex, breeding kink, fluff)

(Reposted because it posted weird!)

As always many thanks to my best friend @gracev0609 for always giving me ideas and helping me work through them and brainstorm, I couldn’t do it without you!!



“Something’s still not right.” You groaned to your best friend Josh, rolling your eyes in frustration. He was sitting at your vanity table with you while you did your hair and makeup for your drag performance, you performed at this club weekly and Josh always showed up to cheer you on. Or at least, you were trying to get ready. You’d been sat there for the past hour and a half trying to make everything perfect and still were having a hard time. You couldn’t put your finger on exactly what the problem was, and it was getting more and more frustrating by the minute.

“What do you mean, babe? You worked on that outfit for like a week, it’s beautiful, you look incredible!” Josh replied, smiling his dazzling smile at you in the mirror.

“The makeup, I think. It needs… something else, something more dramatic. I thought the glitter liner and big lashes would help but it still looks… incomplete.” You sighed.

“Here babe, let me help.” Josh stood and grabbed his bag from across the room and returned to his seat beside you. He unzipped the bag and searched through it for a few seconds before he triumphantly pulled out the rhinestones and glitter he was searching for.

“Thank you, Joshy.” You said quietly. He quickly busied himself with grabbing your lash glue off the table, dotting it on your face in the spots he thought were perfect- a few on your cheeks, forehead, collarbones and sternum. You held your breath at the feeling of his hands on your neck and chest.

What Josh didn’t know was that you had secretly been in love with him for pretty much the entirety of your friendship. He was just so warm, kind, and genuine, and he had this uncanny ability to make absolutely anyone laugh. His laugh was contagious.

You flinched when he put his pinky on your face to steady his hand.

“Stay still babe, I can’t put glitter on a moving target.” He giggled at you, making your cheeks flush. “It’s just me, relax.”

You nervously chuckled back and made sure to keep yourself still until he finished his work on your face. He then blew lightly at the spots where he had applied the lash glue and glitter, making sure everything was dry and good to go.

You watched his eyes travel down your body, seemingly admiring your look, until it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. He rushed out, voice full of excitement, “babe!!! I have an idea!”

Your eyes widened at his excitement, eager to hear what his idea was. “I’m listening.”

His fingers toyed with the hem of the bustier you wore beneath your chest harness, making your breath hitch in your throat, hoping he didn’t notice. “Were you going to keep this on the whole time?”

Your eyes practically bugged out of your head, “umm… yes?”

His cheeks flushed, “well what if you DIDN’T? What if you took it off?”

You spoke slowly, wanting him to understand what you were saying, “then… my nipples would be out and I don’t-“

He gently cut you off, “They don’t have to be.” Shaking the box full of different colored and sized rhinestones, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Josh I wouldn’t even begin to know how to make that look good!” You whined, wanting to stomp your foot like a toddler.

He rolled his eyes, “I can babe, I can make a pretty little design with them and you’ll look fucking stunning.” He met your gaze, his big brown eyes so soft and genuine, “but only if that’s what you want. I think they’re gonna love it though.”

You took a deep breath, weighing your options. Play it safe and preserve a little bit of modesty, or go all out and blow everyone away. Finally you nodded your head, you wanted to stand out. “Okay. Let’s do it.” You flashed him a big smile, gesturing for his help undoing the harness.

The feeling of his gentle fingers dancing across your skin while he helped you out of your harness was electric, and you had to suppress your shiver at the slight tickle.

His eyes widened as you started working to get your bustier off as well, your cheeks blushed bright red as you cradled both your breasts in your hands, shyly covering your nipples.

Sensing your slight discomfort Josh gently cradled your cheek in one hand, looking right into your eyes, “we don’t have to do this sweetheart, was just an idea. But you don’t have to be shy, I’ll be a professional.” He sent you a wink to make you giggle, “not to be weird or anything, but I know you’re beautiful and I want you to be so confident, radiant like you always are out there.”

Oh sweet Josh, he always knows how to make you feel better. Finally you dropped your hands, folding them in your lap, and watched Josh’s eyes struggle not to travel lower from your face. You caught his attention with a giggle, “Josh you’re gonna have to look if you’re gonna make them pretty babe.”

He bit his lip and finally allowed his eyes to wander, willing his body not to react at the sight of your bare chest exposed to him.

Before he could stop it he whispered, “fuck, they’re already pretty.” He seemed like he didn’t even realize he’d said it out loud, and you didn’t want to read into it and embarrass him (or yourself) so you ignored it.

Clearing his throat Josh asked, “Do you, um-“ he shook his head as if to shake the thoughts from his mind. You could just barely make out a mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath. “Is this position comfortable for you? Because if not, you can-“ he shook his head again, stumbling over his words with his cheeks blushing red.

You couldn’t suppress your giggles at his sudden uncharacteristic shyness, you’d never seen him this bashful before. “Josh it’s okay, I can put the top back on, you don’t have to-“

He was quick to cut you off, “No! No, I don’t want you to do that. I can do it, I want to.” He seemed to have recovered a little bit of his usual confidence when you mentioned slipping back into that particular garment.

Nodding your head you agreed, exhaling a shaky sigh and closing your eyes for a moment while he pawed through the collection of various sized and colored rhinestones. By the time he was finished he had an entire assortment of different colors and shapes laid out in a way that only made sense in his mind, but you knew it would be perfect no matter what he did.

You noticed his hands were shaking slightly when he reached for the glue, bringing one of your hands to rest on top of his in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. By the smile on his face you knew you made the right call, his hands no longer trembling.

Wordlessly he unscrewed the cap on the tube, removing the applicator from inside. Unfortunately in your flustered state you’d forgotten to inform him that that particular glue is more watery in consistency and tends to drip a little, you’d meant to advise him to use a different kind but it seemed to have been pulled right out of your head the moment you felt his fingers on your skin.

You didn’t remember that little detail until he’d already taken the brush out of the tube. Unbeknownst to him, when he held the handle up triumphantly there was a string of half dried adhesive that mixed with the more viscous fresh product and dripped down the applicator to land directly on your exposed chest, just barely missing your nipple. Your skin felt hot, the little drop of glue that touched your skin felt almost cold when it made contact.

Almost immediately his eyes zeroed in on the speck of adhesive rapidly drying on your skin. “Oh fuck, it dripped, let me get that.” And with that his hand was officially on your breast, his thumb trying to swipe away the offending smudge. Already being mostly dry, the spot refused to budge, and his thumb only rubbed harder trying to rub it away. You tried so hard not to let it affect you, you didn’t want your body to betray you but fuck if he wasn’t making it damn near impossible.

With the placement he was basically brushing his thumb over your nipple over and over again, the sensation making both of your sensitive buds peak and stiffen.

Your cheeks flushed knowing he could absolutely tell, his eyes were already totally focused on your chest so there’s no way he missed that. Your suspicions were confirmed when you risked a glance up at him and saw the smirk turning up his lips, only making your face burn hotter.

In typical Josh fashion he just had to be a little shit and tease you, “s’it cold in here babe?” His smirk widened with a devious gleam in his eyes. Quite the contrary if you were being honest, it felt like the room must’ve been a hundred degrees and your skin was on fire.

Trying to control your voice, you forced out, “N-no, nope, m’fine.” It seemed he had found his confidence (or cockiness), and simultaneously stolen yours away, now you were the blushing stammering mess. ‘How did he do that?’ You pondered to yourself.

When he licked his thumb and continued rubbing over the glue spot you swore you could’ve fallen over and died right then and there.

“Joshy I don’t think it’s going to-“

He quickly shushed you, “would you let me work?” Effectively shutting you up, far be it from you to argue with his process.

He set the glue down and riffled through his bag again, this time his hand emerging holding a tiny bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. Clocking the look on your face he giggled, “what? Doesn’t Smokey the bear tell you to always be prepared or something?”

You cackled, “Josh that’s the Boy Scouts!”

He rolled his eyes as if you had just said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard, shooting back, “same thing. You gonna sit still and let me do this or what?”

You kept your argument of ‘NO, they’re most definitely NOT the same thing’ to yourself. Nodding your head you gestured to the products laid out on the vanity before you. “Go ahead.” He cracked a smile at the giggles he still heard in your voice.

Soaking the tip of the cotton swab with the alcohol he then brought the swab to your chest, the cold substance on your heated skin almost making you hiss.

Admiring his work he giggled, “okay, all better!”

‘All better for WHO?’ You briefly wondered, that little shit knew what he’d been doing to you.

He tucked the bottle back in the bag and discarded the cotton swab in the trash before returning his attention to the assortment of sparkles laid out in front of him.

He worked methodically, applying adhesive to each stone and carefully placing them on your skin where he saw fit. You had to admit you were a little bit in awe of him, there was no way you would’ve been able to do this on your own.

You tried to ignore the feeling of his gentle hands softly cradling your breasts and delicately pressing each stone on your tender flesh, but you had to admit that it felt nice, really nice. You’d wondered what it would feel like for him to touch you for years now and it was just as good as you’d expected, but you couldn’t let yourself just melt into the sensation because you knew he was just helping you out as a friend.

It seemed to both take an eternity and also end way too soon at the same time, selfishly you wanted his hands on you for way longer.

You were oblivious to the fact that his eyes had been glued to your chest the whole time, he’d watched it move in and out with each breath you took and he definitely noticed each time your breath hitched or your body stiffened. He hadn’t wanted to stop touching you, your soft skin felt so good under his fingertips he couldn’t help but want more, but you hadn’t noticed, too caught up in the feeling to notice much of anything else.

All too soon his hands moved away from your body and he busied them with cleaning up all his supplies.

“Okay doll, you may now admire my masterpiece.” Josh exclaimed theatrically, turning you to face the mirror.

You couldn’t help but stare into that mirror, your jaw dropped as you took in every little detail, all the different colors and shapes he’d used to make something so intricate and so beautiful.

“This is incredible Joshy, you knew exactly what it needed! Thank you so much!!” You clapped your hands, kissing him on the cheek in appreciation.

He blushed and cleared his throat. “It was nothing, really. You’re the perfect canvas, just needed a couple finishing touches.” He finished by booping your nose.

You stared in his eyes for way longer than was necessary, imagining what it might be like to tangle your hands in his hair, kiss his lips and touch him.

“Can I… fuck, can I kiss you?” He stammered out nervously. Your eyes widened and you were stunned into silence before nodding. He brought your faces together before capturing your lips with his own, almost immediately deepening the kiss, moving his mouth against yours in the most perfect way. Desperately wanting more and sensing that he did too, you decided to be bold, throwing caution to the wind and saying ‘fuck it’, and pulled him against your body by his belt loops, one of your hands moving to cradle his jaw. Too soon, he pulled away, but not before nipping your bottom lip, leaving you breathless. He giggled breathlessly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Here, fix your lipstick, babydoll. We’ll continue this later.” He winked and pranced away.

Despite the distraction and excitement, your performance went off without a hitch. People cheered, threw plenty of tips at you, but you were focused on Josh in the crowd, beaming at you and biting his lip every so often to tease you. Two can play at that game, you thought. You’d get him back soon enough.

Josh caught up to you as you were walking off the stage, pulling you into his arms. “You fucking killed it, babe. Couldn’t take my eyes off you. You look amazing in that outfit but right now I need to see you out of it. Let me see you, at my house, in my bed where I can really touch you.” He whispered in your ear, finishing with a nip to the lobe, making you shiver.

You quickly popped off each stone from your chest, not caring about the ones on your face, and got changed into some shorts and a tshirt. You went and collected all your things, saying goodbye to all of your and Josh’s friends, making him follow behind you. As you approached the doors to the club, he grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him to his car. He opened your door for you, shutting it once you were in, and made his way around to the drivers seat. Once the door was shut behind him, he pulled you into a searing kiss, making you moan softly against his lips as his hands went to your throat.

“I know, baby. I’ll get us home as soon as I can okay?” He whipped the car out of the parking lot and sped off towards his house. With the drive taking around 20 minutes usually, probably more like 15 or less with the way he was driving, but of course he still made sure to be extra careful any time you were in the car. Then you knew this was the perfect opportunity to get your revenge.

You ran your hands up and down your thighs a few times, making sure you had his attention before dipping one hand between your legs and teasing yourself over your panties. You let out a quiet moan and reached one hand over to his lap, squeezing his thigh before lightly running your hand over the steadily growing bulge in his pants. You could already feel him straining against the fabric. “F-fuck, sweetheart, please either touch me or quit teasing me. I need it so bad.” He whimpered.

“Of course, Joshy. Anything you need.” You cooed, using both hands to undo the button and pull down the zipper on his pants. You then reached down to grab him roughly through his boxers, making him gasp and buck his hips up into your touch. “Slow down sweet boy, you’re driving. Gotta get us home safe so I can take care of you.” You whispered in his ear, making him shiver. He bit his lip and nodded, swallowing hard.

You started stroking him through his boxers, teasing your thumb over his clothed tip. He let out a quiet whimper, knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel.

“I wanna make you cum first, pretty baby. Gotta feel you, taste you, hear the beautiful noises you make when you come undone for me.” Fuck if he didn’t know all the right things to say to make you ruin your panties.

Finally, he pulled into his driveway, immediately putting the car in park and getting out before coming around to open your door for you.

“Such a gentleman, Joshy. You gonna fuck me all polite and proper?” You teased, licking a fat stripe up his neck to his jaw, leaving a couple playful nips as he unlocked the door.

“Hell no.” He scoffed. “Gonna fuck you like the filthy little thing I know you are. Just gotta be sweet to my baby first, before I wreck you.” He growled as he led you to the bedroom.

“Your baby, huh?” You teased, delivering a slap to his ass.

Turning around on his heel swiftly to face you, making you screech to a halt to keep from running into him, the look in his eyes was intense, your breath catching in your throat. Arching an eyebrow he murmured, voice low and sultry, “Mmhmm, that not what you wanted baby?”

He had you squeezing your thighs together tightly with just his words alone. “Oh you liked that, huh? Like when I talk all filthy to you? Tell you how I’m gonna tease you and play with you until you cry?”

You whined at his words, grabbing him around his ass and pulling his body into yours as soon as your feet entered the bedroom. You kissed him hard, pushing his jeans down his thighs as best you could with your mouths connected. He moaned low in his throat and teased his tongue through your parted lips, rubbing it against your own before pulling away to yank your dress over your head, leaving you in your matching bra and panties.

“I can’t be the only one undressed.” You pouted, pushing his jeans the rest of the way down and tugging at his shirt to show you wanted it off. He chuckled at you and pulled the shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, kicking his jeans off his feet as well. He looked so fucking good you wanted to sink to your knees right then and worship his cock, but you remembered his promise to make you cum first and knew he wouldn’t let you until he’d done just that at least once.

With that, he pushed you onto the bed and crawled between your legs, teasing his fingers over your clothed clit. “Oh sweetheart, you’re fucking dripping. I’ve barely even touched you. Does thinking of my cock deep inside you make your pussy wet?” He finished his question by shoving your panties down your legs and running two fingers through your slick before bringing them back up to rub slow circles on your swollen clit.

“F-fuck, Joshy. More, please baby, I’ve been so patient.” You whined.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you. Gonna give you what you need.” He cooed, slipping those same two fingers into your entrance and replaced them with his thumb to continue pressing circles into your clit.

“Oh god baby, it’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” You moaned, bucking your hips to meet his hand.

“Slow down love, I’m gonna get you there. I promise.” He pulled your bra down with his free hand to expose your breasts to him, making your nipples harden from the cool air. He brought his mouth to one nipple, running his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth, using his free hand to massage the other one. You never knew he’d be this fucking good with his hands, sweet Jesus. He was hitting all your favorite spots with his fingers and his thumb was creating the most beautiful friction on your throbbing clit.

“Oh god, m’gonna cum Joshy. Don’t stop baby, don’t fucking stop.” You gasped. He sped up his motions with his hand the slightest bit and growled, “Fucking do it then, baby. Soak my fucking fingers, give it to me.” That was enough to throw you over the edge, moaning and whimpering and grinding your hips furiously into his fingers. He let you come down, pressing soft sucking kisses onto your neck and chest while you panted.

As soon as you caught your breath Josh was situating himself between your thighs, littering your plush skin with soft wet kisses and bites. You knew he’d leave at least a few marks and you couldn’t wait to see them after he was finished with you.

Once he made his way up to the apex of your thighs he pressed another kiss to your slightly puffy swollen bud, your legs twitching with a soft whimper at the stimulation to your extra sensitive skin. He gave you no time to adjust, licking a long fat stripe from your soaked entrance up to your clit before sucking it into his warm wet mouth.

The suction was fucking incredible, the quick strokes of his tongue over your throbbing clit slowly nudging you further towards the edge. A loud moan ripped from your chest when two of his fingers prodded at your fluttering entrance, slowly slipping them inside. Almost immediately he felt you squeezing around his fingers, sucking him in, needing more of him.

Your eyes rolled back when Josh started fucking his fingers into you as he babied your clit, slowly at first but working his way up to a steady pace.

“Josh!” You gasped when he popped off of your swollen nub and switched to long laps of his tongue over it instead, little moans slipping from him as he spoiled you.

“Mmm.” Hummed into your wet folds was the only sound you got from him, the vibrations making your back arch off the mattress.

“Faster, please, faster!” You cried, feeling your impending orgasm quickly approaching, your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as your clit pulsed on his tongue. He instantly obeyed your plea, his fingers pounding into you and his soft pouty lips wrapping around your bud once more, the sucking motions of his perfect mouth and his fingers repeatedly hitting your g spot finally sending you crashing into your high, crying out loudly as your body writhed beneath him.

When you started squirming and whimpering from the sensitivity he finally withdrew his fingers from you, soaked in your slick, and immediately popped them into his mouth to lick them clean. Your chest heaved with your panting breaths as colors danced in your vision, you weren’t sure if you’d ever came that hard before.

When you finally came back to earth, you wanted to return the favor, you wanted to taste him so badly.

“Can I suck on your cock, baby?” You cooed, giving him your best doe eyes and yanking his boxers down before bringing a hand to cup his balls gently.

“Mm, just for a minute sweetheart. Wanna feel that pretty mouth on me but I NEED to be inside of you.” He tangled one hand in your hair, caressing your jaw with the other when you flipped him over and laid between his thighs. You pressed sweet kisses all along the insides of his thighs before planting an open mouthed one on his balls and another to his plush pillowy tip. He sighed contentedly, massaging your scalp with the hand in your hair. Gently stopping you from taking him further, just wanting to keep you in place to keep spoiling his sensitive head. “Stay right there for a minute babydoll, just love on my cock. Just like that, kiss it, so sweet to me baby.”

You continued licking sweet kisses on his tip and down his shaft before running your tongue along his balls and letting a drop of saliva drop down onto his flushed head.

Before too long he used his grip on your hair to gently pull you up, his cock twitching at the loss of your warm wet mouth. You pouted, you weren’t ready to be done spoiling him. He laughed, taking your chin between his thumb and finger and gently stroked your jaw. “Next time love, next time. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, but if I don’t get to feel you right now I’m gonna lose my mind. I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I wanna cum in you.” His eyes widening as if he hadn’t realized what he’d just said until it had already left his lips, stammering , “um, if you’re okay with that, I just- fuck, I shouldn’t have assumed-“

Now it was your turn to cradle his cheek in your palm and shush him, stopping his nervous rambling, “you don’t have to be nervous Josh, it’s just me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Letting your lips turn up in a smirk you added, “I want you to cum inside me, I want it so bad.” Not missing the way his cock twitched and flexed between his legs you decided to take a chance, so far it’s all worked out in your favor. “come on sweet boy, get me pregnant?” Based on the whine that ripped from Josh you knew you made the right call, you suspected there might’ve been a little breeding kink beneath the surface especially when he immediately asked to cum inside you.

Both of you knew it wasn’t for real, you had an IUD and obviously neither of you were actually ready for a baby, but the way it affected him just made you want him even more.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

With that you sat up and reclined back on the plush mattress next to him, your head resting on his pillow. You reached over and dug your nails lightly into the perfectly soft skin of his thigh, cooing, “come on Joshy, don’t make me wait any more.” You batted your lashes at him and let your legs fall open, giving him the perfect view of you all spread out for him, the growl that tore from him sounding so beautiful in your ears.

Crawling overtop of you and caging you in with his arms on either side of your head, Josh leaned in and trailed his nose up your sweaty neck to your jaw, nipping the sensitive skin. You could feel every inch of him pressed against you, his skin so hot, exactly what you needed. He was so hard pressed against your thigh, twitching as his hips slightly ground into you for some relief.

Finally you felt his lips on yours again, so plush and soft, and you could taste yourself on his tongue as it pushed past your lips and tangled with your own. You were getting impatient, you wanted him inside of you NOW, you’d waited long enough. You arched your back pushing your chest further against his and pressed your thigh against him harder, hoping he’d get the hint.

Giggling as he broke the kiss, “come on baby, you can’t just let me kiss you for a minute?”

Huffing a breath you whined, “Just please let me feel you, I’ve been so patient… need you in me so bad… then you can kiss me all you want.”

Playfully rolling his eyes at your obvious display of desperation, Josh finally relented, fisting his hard cock and swiping the head through your wet folds. He teased you like that a few times, just letting you get him all wet and feeling your swollen clit rub against his plush tip.

You let out a relieved sigh when you felt him finally line himself up, his pillowy head nudging against your entrance. You rocked your hips up towards him, silently begging him to give you what you needed.

Your eyes fluttered closed when he slowly canted his hips forward, moaning loudly feeling his thick length pushing into you, opening you up for him. You sighed his name all soft and breathy, so drunk on him already.

You had imagined what this moment might feel like for years, but even in your wildest dreams you couldn’t have conjured up what it would actually feel like to have him buried inside of you. The sensation of him bottoming out, fully sheathed in your tight heat was intoxicating to say the least.

Josh was making the prettiest sounds for you, sweet little moans and whimpers spilling from his kiss swollen lips as he slowly started to move. There was no way you could keep quiet either, he felt so fucking perfect stretching you out, so deliciously thick and hard. And his face, his lips parted in pleasure and his brows beginning to furrow just the tiniest bit with his cheeks all flushed, he was positively glowing.

When Josh leaned down to let his forehead rest on yours you allowed your legs to lock around his waist, letting him hit deeper. Each thrust impossibly better than the last, your walls gently fluttered around him as he slowly rocked his hips. Digging your heels into his ass you gasped, “Please Josh, faster, you feel so fucking good!”

He instantly obeyed your plea, thrusting into you faster now, his cock hitting every last one of your favorite spots now with a little more force behind it. You felt your third orgasm coming up fast, so sensitive from all his attention to your body but you never wanted him to stop.

Your walls squeezed tighter around his swollen cock, he could feel you getting even wetter, dripping all over him. With a slight growl in his tone Josh begged, “Come on sweetheart, cum for me. You look so pretty when you cum, let me feel it so warm and wet all over my cock.”

His dirty words did you in, your cunt clamping down hard around his cock as your body tensed beneath his, this orgasm seemingly hitting you harder than the last. He’d taken over your senses completely, all you knew was Josh, Josh, JOSH.

His whimpers and whines grew louder feeling you clenching and spasming as you soaked him in your release, practically screaming his name jumbled in with some nonsensical pleas and praises.

Gradually you returned to your body, finding Josh hovering overtop of you with a fucked out grin. You could still feel him rock hard and twitching inside of you but he was perfectly still, waiting for you to recover. “You alright babydoll? You with me?”

You giggled breathlessly, “Yeah I’m here.” You exhaled a dreamy sigh, squeezing your legs around his waist a little tighter. “Don’t stop Joshy, please it feels so good!”

Cupping your flushed cheek he giggled, “I will baby, don’t worry…” rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip slightly dragging it down, “you think you can cum again for me? One more time babydoll? Just need to feel you cum all over me again so sweet, then I’ll fill you up, that sound good sweetheart?”

You honestly weren’t sure if you could cum again or not, but for him you were more than willing to try. You never wanted him to pull out, he felt so incredible, like he was always meant to be there.

Feeling his cock flex inside of you you gasped, “fuck baby, yeah I’ll cum for you again, please just fuck me!” Your nails bit into the soft flesh on his back, drawing a hiss from him. Flashing him your best doe eyes you pleaded, “Put a baby in me Joshy?”

The growl that ripped from deep in his chest was primal, animalistic sounding, and almost immediately his hips started to move again. Harder this time, he pounded into you, and you could feel him throbbing in your tight walls. So sensitive from your previous orgasms, and Josh’s perfect rhythm slamming into you, it didn’t take you long to start clenching around him, squeezing him so tightly, strangling his poor cock in your wet cunt as you trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Cumming hard you soaked his cock yet again, the sheets below you positively dripping with your wetness.

After the last aftershocks of pleasure that wracked your body subsided the overstimulation started to set in, the drag of his now pulsing cock in and out of you felt way too good, bordering on uncomfortable. You purposely squeezed him again, your legs tightening and locking around his waist, doing your best to milk his cock with the clenching of your muscles.

Knowing you couldn’t take much more and also wanting to feel him unload in you so fucking badly you cooed, “Come on baby, let me have it. I can feel you pulsing, I know you’re so fucking close.” You knew just what would send him over the edge, whispering in his ear, “knock me up Joshy, make me a mommy. I want it, I want all of you, all of your cum, pump every last drop into me.”

Just like you’d known it would, that threw him headfirst into his orgasm, his body trembling above you as his hips stuttered in their rhythm.

His brows pinched together tightly, he growled, “fuck yeah, gonna put a pretty little baby in you. Take it baby, take it all.”

The moan that left you when you felt the first spurt of his hot cum filling your fluttering walls bordered on obscene, you wound your arms around the back of his neck to keep him held down to you, not letting him move an inch. You wanted him right there, looking right in your eyes as he came.

You swore you could’ve came again just feeling him spilling into you if you weren’t so spent already. Stream after thick stream of his warm silky release gushing into you, over and over until only small dribbles trickled from his slit.

Euphoria washing over the both of you, Josh collapsed onto you, his head resting on your chest with his now softening cock still tucked inside you. You felt so so good, so full of him, exactly what you wanted. Both of you just basked in the afterglow, the weight of him soft between your legs was so comforting and so nice, you wanted to just stay like that as long as you could. By the way he just nuzzled into your chest you knew he was feeling the same, and you were more than happy to keep him nice and warm inside your body as long as he wanted.

It was Josh who broke the comfortable silence first, his voice a soft whisper as if any other sound might scare away the moment. “Y/n?”

Keeping your voice soft as well you replied, “Mmhmm?”

With a little more volume in his voice he murmured, “I’m just gonna say it, I’m in love with you. So stupidly, hopelessly in love with you. I guess I have been, for like, forever.”

He lifted his head to meet your gaze, “I don’t know what changed today, but you looked so gorgeous and I couldn’t get the way your skin felt out of my head and I just had to kiss you.”

Your heart soared in your chest, the exact words you’d dreamed of hearing from your very best friend for such a long time. You cupped his sweet face in your hands and gave him a long kiss that you hoped showed him just how you felt.

“I love too too Josh, I love you so much. I never had the guts to tell you, I was so relieved when you asked for that kiss.” You gushed, beaming at him. You almost couldn’t believe it was really happening, but he felt too real to deny it.

His signature grin stretched across his face, his adorable tooth gap on full display. “Will you stay tonight? I don’t want you to go.”

You leaned up to press your lips to the slightly salty sweaty skin on his neck, giggling, “Baby of course I’ll stay, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

His eyes sparkled as a realization hit him, “Oh! I have the best bathtub ever, you want to get in with me?” His beautiful face looked so hopeful it made you melt, as if you could ever deny him anything.

When the two of you felt ready to move Josh scooped you up in his arms and carried you off to his bathroom, deposited you gently on the counter and started drawing the bath. He turned the water on as hot as it would go, he knew you SO well. He added some bubbles under the running faucet, both of you watched the giant tub fill with suds and steaming hot water.

You couldn’t wait to be submerged in that water, you knew it would feel like heaven on your tired muscles and you knew Josh was in the same boat. He helped you into the bath and followed you into the tub, pulling you to lay on his chest while his fingers stroked up and down your back softly.

You were sure you’d never felt more at peace or comfortable in your life, you were certain that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

You peppered Josh’s skin with gentle kisses as you lay on him, clinging to him like you needed him to breathe, which you sort of felt like you did in that moment. All it took was a few rhinestones and some glitter to bring you together.

“Joshy?”

“What babydoll?”

“You’re helping me get ready every time now.”

He snorted a laugh, nodding with his chin pressed against the top of your head, “Any time my love, any time.”

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