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ashisill · 3 months ago

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Colorado woman

Warnings: (Abusive past relationship, past relationship trauma, illusions to sexual trauma,language, slight ptsd, drinking, smoking, and I believe thats all. If I missed any feel free to let me know)

Summary: Josh had given up on looking for a partner. After the last woman he swore he’d never love again. After two years of being alone his brothers started to believe him. They decided to take matters into their own hands. Lucky for them his dream woman awaits in Colorado … you.

: This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, so please give me a little bit to fix any mistakes!

“Let’s go out Josh. We can go to that bar Sam loves, and find you a partner. Or at least someone to fill that void”

“How many times have I told you? I don’t want a relationship. The last thing I want is to find someone drunk at a bar. Gross”

“Jeez Joshua look at you. You’ve lived at my house for two weeks now. Admit it your starting to get lonely and you don’t like it”

He laughed out loud “I’m not lonely I just don’t want to be stuck at my house all the time. Is that so bad?

“You have been sleeping in my spare room for two weeks. That’s a lot different than wanting to get out of the house for a while”

“I mean I’ll leave if your kicking me out” He laughed it off.

“That not what I’m saying Josh. Tell me what’s your type?”

“Don’t have one. I’m not like you Jake. I like to do my own thing. I wouldn’t be happy tied down to anyone”

“I’ve been doing my own thing for eight years, and my relationship is thriving”

“Well congratulations. That’s you not me. I promise you the last thing I want is a relationship”

“Then make it a fling, but for gods sake put yourself out there”

“You know I don’t see how this is any of your business or concern”

“I want you to be happy Josh, and I know that you’re not. You can brush me off like you always do, but you are lonely and it scares you. You know I don’t care if you stay with me, but you shouldn’t have to. You’re like damn near depressed all the time and that worries me Josh”

“Do you what scares me more? Getting into a relationship and everything being the same as the last one. I’d rather be lonely than risk having to feel like that again”

“Now was it that hard to open up to me? You’re not even looking. I’m not saying you have to jump into anything, but when’s the last time you’ve tried?”

“I have tried they just never work out”

“Josh you haven’t tried since … her”

“And so fucking what? You know what Jake but out. You’re not helping. All you’ve done is bitch at me” Jake just stared at him “what?”

“Josh” he placed a hand on his shoulder “All I’m trying to say is don’t give up looking. Don’t shut everyone out because you’re afraid. I want to see the light come back to your eyes. Because right now Josh I’ve never seen you so dull. Keep an open mind that’s all”

He sighed rubbing the back of his neck “Okay Jake”

“Do you think we should teach them more tricks?” Sam said to his girlfriend Hannah as they watched the dogs play in the yard. They heard the doorbell ring. “I got it last time” Hannah said.

Sam opened the door surprised to see who it was. “Didn’t expect you today what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you about Josh”

He took Jake to the backyard where they were sitting. “What’s up? Is he okay?”

“Sam he’s been staying at my house for two weeks. Not that I mind him there what so ever, but I worry for him. He needs someone new in his life. Hell at this point he needs a friend at least”

He looked at his girlfriend puzzled, and she spoke “he stayed at our place a few weeks ago. Sometimes he comes over for dinner as well”

“He’s scared because of that bitch. I hate her for everything she’s done to him”

“I mean I’m sure he is scared after all that. She practically abused him id probably give up for a while too”

“But it’s Josh the most loving person we know. He’s wasting all of his potential he needs someone. He’s not happy I’ve never seen his eyes so sad”

“You really wanna risk it again? We don’t know everything he went through in the first place. I think we just need to let him figure this out”

“It’s been almost two years Sam. He won’t do it himself”

“He’ll be fine we shouldn’t push him. If he gets hurt again it’s all our fault. I don’t want that guilt on my chest”

“I’m with Jake on this one. The last time Josh was over we smoked together. He got very upset, and was kinda spilled a lot to me. I promised him I wouldn’t tell, but Jake’s right I think he needs helps”

“That’s what I came here for thank you. Do we know of anyone?”

Sam sighed “There’s that one girl that we met at that festival”

“You want him with a junkie?”

“She wasn’t a junkie!”

“Sam honey you’re oblivious. I know someone that might be perfect. Only thing is she lives in Colorado”

“Josh always says he wants to live in the mountains. What’s she like?”

“Well she’s currently kinda in the same situation as him. Rough love life scared to move on. He would fall in love instantly. She’s beautiful”

“Personality?” Jake asked “she better be an angel”

“Just picture Josh, but as a female. I’d say she’s a more little outgoing than him. She reminds me of him a lot, but they are very different in their own ways”

“Good start” Jake said nodding his head.

“She very soft spoken. Overall she’s just a very kind hearted person. She’s the only person I know that would never hurt him”

“You’re positive she’s single?” Sam asked

“Yes she always says she talks to her dogs more than people. She lives alone, but says she hates being alone. She loves company because she doesn’t get it much living out in the mountains. I just know she would love Josh. They fit each other”

“Well you know it’s convenient that we’re off tour. How the hell are we getting Josh to Colorado?”

“I can talk to her. She would adore everyone coming out there. Let me see when she’s free” she stepped inside to make a phone call.

“Josh has always handled himself, but I’m watching him fall apart. He doesn’t act like himself anymore. He’s not content. When he’s home he’s pacing around the house. Or he’ll leave and distract himself for hours” Jake told his brother.

“I guess I didn’t realize how bad it’s gotten. He puts on a show for everyone. I suppose I wasn’t able to see through it like you did”

“The last thing I want is for him to get hurt again. He just needs his confidence back”

Hannah returned with a smile “everyone free next week?”

“Colorado?” Josh questioned picking at his fingers “why out of the blue?”

“My friend invited us to come stay with her for a week” Hannah said convincingly.

“Who’s your friend?” Josh asked perking up an eyebrow.

“Well her name is y/n, and I haven’t seen her in a while. She invited me and Sam, but we thought you guys might want to come”

“I don’t suppose I have anything better to do. Next week you said?”

Hannah got excited when he agreed. “Yes next week, and we will leave early that morning. This is gonna be so much fun!”

The air was cool, the green of the leaves was almost gone, and they were minutes away from arrival. A cozy little cabin in the middle of nowhere. Just you, and your dogs. You’ve spent the past week cleaning, stocking up on food, and preparing your house for guests. It’s not often you get them. Living so far away from everything your use to being alone. You would be lying if you said you weren’t beyond excited. You heard serval cars disrupt the once peaceful gravel road. Your dog’s ears perked up as you all headed towards the door. You hoped they wouldn’t be afraid of the large dogs that causally lounge around your home. You took a breath and opened the door.

“Why am I nervous?” Josh whispered to Jake.

“New place new person. Hannah said she’s a lot like you so maybe you’ll get along well”

“This isn’t a set up is it?”

He laughed “You think I would take you all the way to Colorado to set you up?”

“Yes … yes I do”

He sighed “well I didn’t. It’s just a trip Hannah invited us on. I know as much as you do. Just relax it will be fun”

He squinted his eyes at him “whatever you say”

You stood on the porch watching as they all unloaded from the cars.

“Y/n!” Hannah ran up hugging you.

“I missed you so much. I’m so happy you’re here!”

“This is Sam my boyfriend”

“I know you” you giggled “heard lots”

“Good things I hope. This is my bestie Danny”

“Hi Danny. Your hair so curly I’m jealous”

“Thank you” he laughed.

“This is Jake and his girlfriend” They waved at you, and you smiled back.

“And this is Josh”

“Oh” you paused “hello I’m y/n”

“Nice to meet you” he said quietly.

Maybe you were crazy, but you felt a connection. You known him for five seconds but you feel drawn to him. His fluffy hair that his fingers nervously ran through. His sense of style was definitely your taste. He was more soft spoken than the rest. You liked that a lot. He just had this air about him that made you want to know him.

You invited everyone inside, and you realized it was already late in the afternoon. You showed them around your place before the sun started to set. Everyone started to settle in and feel more at home.

“Very lovely place you got” Jake said admiring the cozy atmosphere.

“Thank you it’s Jake right?” You asked.

“Correct” he gave you a wink.

“I don’t wanna be that person, but where are we sleeping?” Sam asked.

“Sam don’t be rude” Josh corrected.

“No worries. So I only have one guest bedroom so the couples will have to fight over that” you laughed. “There’s an air mattress, and a couch”

“We call the bedroom” Jake shouted smiling at his girlfriend.

“Oh fuck you” Sam rolled his eyes.

“I mean he did say it first” Danny laughed.

“I promise the air mattress won’t deflate on you in the middle of the night. It was quite the investment”

“Then we call the air mattress” Sam said.

“I never mind sleeping on a couch. I’m used to it” Danny laughed.

Josh becoming worried “I guess I’ll be sleeping on the couch too?”

“No you’re sleeping on the floor Joshua” Danny said shaking his head. “No way in hell am I sleeping on a couch with you”

“Thank god I don’t have to share a bed with him” Jake said. “Tired of waking up with bruises”

“Rough sleeper?” You asked

They all laugh “absolutely. I used to be forced to share a bed with him when we were little I never got any sleep. He tossed and turned all night, and he kicks you … hard. Cons of being a twin”

“I’ve been slapped a few times” Sam said.

“I’m sorry did you say twins?”

“Yeah can you tell?” He joked.

“You know I can definitely see it”

“I don’t mind sleeping on the floor” Josh sighed

“Poor Josh” you said.

“Poor josh? What about the victims” Jake said making the room laugh.

“Well we can figure it out later. I’m not letting you sleep on the floor that’s for sure” you say to him. “Here’s the remote. Turn on whatever you’d like. Also there’s beer and stuff in the fridge” you said going into the kitchen to start on dinner.

Danny got up grabbing enough for everyone. You could definitely tell who the siblings were. As Jake and Sam bickered over the remote. Danny tried to intervene between the two. Which ended with a pissed off sam, and a cocky smirk from Jake.

Josh rolled his eyes, and walked into the kitchen. “Need some help?”

“Oh you don’t have to do all that”

“I don’t mind really” his eyes shifted to the potato’s lying in the countertop. “I could peel those if you needed”

“That would be lovely thank you”

It started out in comfortable silence. Only speaking to confirm he’s doing right. As he watched the sun set from the window his mind began to wonder.

“So” he cleared his throat. “how long have you lived in Colorado?”

“Well I visited when I was 15 fell in love, and I moved when I was 19. Been here ever since, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re from Nashville?”

“Not by choice” he laughed “originally I’m from Michigan, but with the band and all. We had to move closer to the studio and stuff”

“How’s that all going?”

“The band? It’s been a lot to be honest. Rewarding, but exhausting. I’m just glad we’re on a break from tour”

“I don’t know how you do it every night. I can barely work without getting drained”

“You figure it out eventually I suppose. Knife?”

“Top drawer. What’s it’s like traveling the world, and playing to people every night”

“It never gets boring I’ll say that. When you’re up there looking out into the crowd. They love you with all their heart. It’s like they understand you in a sense. You can really feel the love up on that stage. It makes up for the exhaustion I suppose”

“That sounds beautiful. Maybe I’ll get to come to a show one day”

“So what made you invite everyone out here? Gotta be an adjustment from peace and quiet all the time”

“Oh it wasn’t my idea. I’m glad everyone came out though it’s nice to have a change”

“Oh? I was told something different wonder why” he thought it over in his head

“Well now I’m curious what you were told”

“The story was that you invited Hannah, and she invited us”

“She called me” you laughed hard. “That’s a silly thing to lie about”

He knew. He knew exactly why they lied. He knew Jake lied to his face in the car. Now that he’s met you he knows exactly why they’ve brought him here. You. Now he would be lying if his said his heart wasn’t skipping beats right now. Only now that he’s figured it out his nerves are shot.

“Good thing this cooks pretty slow so we can go relax for a while”

He followed you to the couch and hesitantly sat down beside you. His eyes shifted from the movie to picking at his finger, and back to the movie. He had scabs around his fingers from it. You could tell he was on edge a little bit. Something changed since your talk in the kitchen but you didn’t know what. He seemed nervous around you now. Although you couldn’t understand why you knew what might help. “Do you smoke?”

He nodded his head with a smile “me and Josh are gonna smoke if anyone wants to join”

You walked outside and a few of them followed. Passing it in a circle and making small talk. Josh took a drag off the joint and closed his eyes. Blowing it out and nodding his head. “Damn that’s good shit”

“Told you so” you laughed as he handed it to you.

“It’s so pretty out here. Wish I lived in the mountain” Danny said admiring the view.

“I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else” you said. “Shit I left my drink inside be right back”

“Jacob Tomas Kiszka” Josh said stern. “You brought me here to hook me up?”

“I already told you I wouldn’t-”

“I made the mistake of asking her. She said this wasn’t her idea to invite us out. Instead she got a phone call from Hannah”

“Josh listen” he said before Hannah cut him off.

“We were worried about you Josh. She’s in the same situation you are. Give her a chance”

“How did you know? How did you know we would click? Because I’ve never- I’ve never done that with anyone”

“I just knew”

They were quick to end the conversation when you walked back outside. You all stayed outside for a while passing the joint around. They gave you the last hit, and you threw the roach out into the yard. After everyone was done eating dinner the night started to get fun. Everyone had a good buzz going, and the house was lively. Josh started to come out of his shell, talking louder, and with more excitement. “My god you guys are funny” you went into the kitchen to make another drink. Josh followed you also needing a refill.

“Doing alright?” He asked you.

“Haven’t been this messed up in a while” you laughed.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m almost to your level” he smiled. “I never told you but-”

“Y/n holy shit! You got more weed? I feel fucking great” drunk Sam comes shouting in the kitchen

You laughed “go into my room and there’s like 4 laying on the tv stand” you paused waiting for Sam to leave. “Never told me what?”

“Oh never mind” he waved a hand in the air.

“But-”

“Y/n” Sam came back in tugging at your shirt. “Come smoke with us”

“Fine. Josh you coming?”

“I think I’ll set this one out” he smiled at you.

“Josh is sweet” you said sitting outside with Sam and Hannah.

“Oh he’s a sweetheart” she said.

“I can tell” you put the joint between your lips and lit the tip.

“Single” Sam said and Hannah gently smacked him. “What? It’s true”

“Oh”

“He’s been through a lot relationship wise, but so have you” Hannah said.

“Don’t let him fool you he’s not always that quiet”

“Well neither am I” you laughed “he seems nervous”

“I suppose he is” Sam said taking a hit “he has been just kinda down recently. Plus his ex kinda took his self confidence from him”

“I guess he just gets lonely a lot, and it’s catching up to him” Hannah said.

“I know how that feels” you said pointing to the mountains “it’s just me and my dogs out here”

“It’s got its perks I would assume” Hannah said.

“Oh yeah definitely” you stared for a moment “he’s cute”

“Think so?” Hannah asked excitedly.

“He has kind eyes. I like his hair it’s fluffy. He just seems so nice”

“All I’m gonna say is he’s interested”

Josh sat on the couch with his brother. “Has she said anything to you? About like me or anything?”

Jake laughed “no but I can tell she’s taking a liking to you”

“Oh definitely” Danny chimed in “how do you feel about her?”

“I dunno she just kinda has this glow around her, and I wanna be part of the light”

They looked at each other and started laughing “oh he’s in love Danny”

“She seems perfect for you. Gonna thank me or what?” Jake teased taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah yeah whatever”

“So what move are you going to make? Let’s get this started right?” Danny asked.

“Yeah you’re funny. I’m done making the moves. If it’s meant to be then it will be”

They both rolled their eyes “well shit”

“Hi” you said slamming open the door. It was obvious by your state that you were pretty messed up. “Joshua. Can I call you Joshua?”

“If you’d like” he turned to look at you. You plopped down beside him on the couch.

“Joshua!” You shouted “I have an idea”

He jumped when you yelled his name. Laughing about how you startled him. “What’s your idea?”

You shuffle through your phone looking for a song. When you found the perfect one you jumped to your feet. “Wanna dance with me?”

He smiled, and he cheeks blushed pink. “I would love to dance with you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands held your waist. “oh shit. I’m so sorry I stepped in your toes”

He smiled down at you “don’t worry about it darling”

“Darling? I like that” you laid your head on his chest. He danced you around your living room. By the time it was over almost everyone had joined. It was magical to see your house so lively and full of love.

“You made me dizzy” you giggled and sat down on the couch. Your head laid on his shoulder and you begun to get sleepy. Danny went into action being the dad of the group. Helping Jake as he stumbled into the guest room. He helped Sam blow up the air mattress, and grabbed blankets for everyone. He filled up a glass of water and sat it on Jake’s bedside table. Making sure everyone had a least a little water to drink before bedtime.

“What we gonna do about you?” You turned to Josh. “Want to sleep with me?”

“Good luck sleeping” Danny joked.

“Oh he won’t bother me I’m a deep sleeper. Nothing wakes me up”

“They’re not wrong. I don’t wanna hurt you in your own bed”

“Joshua shut up” Sam whispered.

You laughed at his attempt to help his brother “come on Josh”

“Are you sure I mean I-”

“Josh shut up” Sam and Danny said in unison.

You reached out your hand, and he grabbed it. He headed into the room “you’re room is cute”

“Thank you most the decor is diy or thrifted”

“They look amazing. Did you make this?”

He took interest in the large painting on the wall. You nodded “yes I love to paint”

“That’s so impressive. I love art myself, but I could never make anything like this”. He gently ran his fingers on the edge of the painting.

Your cheeks now bright red, and a soft smile on your lips “thank you Josh. I’m sure you could do better”

“Definitely not. I’m not really a painter. I design my own stage clothes. I sketch what I want it to look like, and then somebody makes it. I like it because it’s always exactly how I want it to be. I take inspiration from all kinds of stuff, and make it into one thing. It’s more than just an outfit really. It’s almost like another person when I put them on”

“Like each outfit is its own art piece? It’s like painting. When you’re in a good mood your art is going to distribute something completely different than if you were gloomy. The paintings are entirely different it’s almost as if different people painted them.”

“That’s exactly it! You understand” he smiles.

“Artists to artists of course I understand”

You let him look around a bit longer before excusing yourself to go change. When you came back he was still looking at the painting. He had pajama pants on with a white sleeved shirt. You tripped over your feet walking into the room. Stumbling around, and your vision was getting blurry. “Stumbling around a little. You okay?”

“Hmm” you reached for his shoulder to stabilize yourself. Without much thought he picked you up. Tucking you into the bed, and lying down beside you.

“If I hurt you or keep you up please wake me up. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor. I just-”

“Shh you’re not gonna bother me. Stop stressing about it. I can tell this is something people might have made you feel bad about”

“Yeah well try hurting the people you love and have no control over it”

A lazy finger pressed against his lip “shh don’t worry about it. Joshua”

You both laid there in silence trying to drift away. The silence was deadly, and you tossed and turned. Unable to fall asleep, and your mind raced about the man next to you. In a whisper you spoke “Josh”

Sleepy he replied “yes?”

“Can you hold me?”

“I would love nothing more”

When the sun started to rise you two were the last ones awake. Jake crept open the door worried you might have ended up on the floor. Instead he found you tangled up together. The sheets hanging off the bed, and he was holding you protectively.

“Sam come here … look” Jake said pointing at the two of you.

He poked his head through the door “awe they look so cozy”

“I wonder how long they’ve been like that”

“All he needed was a cuddle buddy I guess” Sam said.

You started to stir as the sun shined through the curtains. “Shit” they giggled and shut the door.

Josh’s eyes peeked opened to you lying across him. He closed his eyes for a moment taking it in. You were you wrapped around him tightly. One leg hiked across his waist, and the other twisted in his leg. Your arm laid across his chest, and so was your head. He was loving every minute of you. Wishing this moment would never end. However, you started to wake up. His grip was strong hopeful you wouldn’t move. You looked up at him and smiled. “Good morning”

“Good morning. Sleep okay?” He asked.

“I slept amazing. You?”

“Best sleep I’ve got in a while”

“Your so warm that’s probably why I slept so good. It’s usually freezing in here. I wasn’t all over you too much right?”

“Not too much at all. Been a while since well you know”

“Feels nice to be held. What happened to the sheets?”

“Not sure about that one”

His eyes were glowing, and his face had a smile you haven’t seen before. Dosing off a little bit with the warmth of his body. You’ve never felt so comfortable in your life. The sheets felt like honey on your skin. You wondered if you found heaven, or at least peace. You two laid tangled up together for at least an hour. Realizing the time you sighed, and climbed out of your side of heaven. The two of you stumbled into the living room. “Well good morning love bugs” Sam teased which resulted in another playful smack from his girl. “Leave them alone” she whispered.

“Checked for bruises?” Danny said.

“I don’t think he moved one bit. Except the kick the sheets off. Or maybe that was me” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe all he needed was someone to hold” Jake said.

His face turned bright red and his eyes got big “oh my god shut up. How did you know that?”

“I have my ways”

“Creep” Josh rolled his eyes.

You giggled at him, and walked into the kitchen. You opened the container of coffee grounds and put it into the maker. Making a pot then going to your bedroom to get dressed. Jake and Josh were talking in the kitchen as they drank their coffee.

“So” he paused taking a sip “seems to be going well”

“Last night was the first night I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night”

“Is that why you’ve been up doing fuck knows what?”

“Yeah I’d wake up at like three in the morning and I could never go back to sleep. So I’d get up and start doing stuff”

“You’ve scared the shit out of me when I walk downstairs to get water, and you’re standing in the kitchen. You really gotta go back home bud”

“I know I know. Hey maybe I won’t have too” he joked.

“Gonna become a mountain man?”

Josh talks with his hands that’s very obvious. What he doesn’t do is pay attention to where his hands fly around. The conversation has peeked his interest, and when his hands flare out he hits the open container. Coffee grounds go everywhere. Josh’s face turns white, and he starts to panic.

“Oh fuck” he repeated over and over. “Here we go. It was going so good, and I’ve fucked it all up”

“Josh it’s just coffee grounds I’m sure she’ll understand it was an accident”

“You don’t understand Jake. Do you not fucking remember?”

“I remember, but she nothing like her. She won’t get mad I’m sure of it”

“I’ve ruined everything. Why am I like this Jake?”

“You haven’t done anything wrong. Josh you’ve been the best I’ve seen you in so long. Let’s not lose progress over coffee grounds …. Josh”

Still he panicked, hyperventilating, going into his head and -

“Josh how fucking stupid are you?”

“I’m sorry it was an accident I’ll pick it up”

“I just fucking poured that drink. You are fucking useless”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it up”

“Why am I even with you? Your so damn pathetic”

“It was just an accident”

“Shut the hell up and pick it up. I don’t need to hear your whining”

“I’m trying but your yelling at me”

“Are you gonna fucking cry about it? Go ahead cry see if I give a shit Josh”

“Josh!”

“Huh?”

“Did you hear me? She’s gonna get the broom for us”

“You told her? Why would you do that? We could of figured it out”

“Josh breathe. Take a damn breath. I’m gonna say it again she’s isn’t like her”

“Oh no what happened?” you said walking into the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry it was an accident I’ll clean it up”

“Oh no worries. Shit happens” you waved a hand in the air.

“I’m so sorry I-” his fingers ran through his hair. Processing your response he looked at you confused “Wait what did you say?” he said softly.

“I said shit happens. I’d be a fool to get mad over something so small. Go sit down I’ve got it”

He looked at his brother confused. “You’re not mad? Why aren’t you mad? I spilled this everywhere”

“Don’t beat yourself up. I’m clumsy as hell. Always spilling stuff. Go sit down” you handed him his coffee cup “here. Go take a breath”

Josh exited the room, and you turned to Jake for some answers. “Jake” you whispered.

“What’s up?” He grabbed the broom as you held the dust pan.

“Is he okay? Why did he get so upset?”

He swept the grounds into the dust pan. His face shifted to an almost confused look. Then you thought maybe it was an angry one. But his eyes looked hurt, and watched him quietly.

He sighed “his ex is a horrible person. She treated him like shit, and made him feel bad when he made a mistake. I don’t know everything, but I know she did get physical sometimes”

“That’s horrible he doesn’t deserve that”

“No he doesn’t. There was a trip we were on and he spilled her drink on accident. She cussed him out, and called him all these names. He was cleaning it up and she kicked him with her boot. I got a little rough shoving her away from him, but it should have never happened. He stayed and I don’t know why. I think he was afraid to leave her. It was like an intervention I swear. We all sat with him and told him he deserved better, and we helped him break it off”

“But he’s so sweet how could anyone treat him that way? I want to fix this”

He sighed again, and you could tell something was weighing on him “can I tell you the truth?”

You nodded, and he spoke “your the reason we’re here. We thought maybe you two would hit it off. We were worried for him … very worried. Josh has always been the most outgoing person, and it hurt watching him fade. Hannah said that you were single, and it was just a hunch. We just wanted to help him. I’m sorry I don’t want to pressure you”

“So that’s why everyone lied to him” now it made sense. “I don’t click with people. There’s never been a person I felt instantly connected too. Except yesterday when I laid eyes on Josh. It’s been a day, but I’m glad you brought him here. We’re both wounded, and because of that I think we can heal each other. Thank you Jake”

You decided to put there plan in motion. You got up to find Josh “Hey follow me”

You went out the gate and started walking down a rocky path. He didn’t ask where you were taking him nor did he care. He watched as the dogs switched between walking beside you to scanning the area ahead. You never minded the dogs running off when on your walks. You got closer to the mountains and Josh’s eyes began to glow. You hiked down to the river. A deep spot that nearly looked like a pond. The mountain ran above it making the spot secluded. “Look at this place. It’s breathtaking”

“It never fails to impress me. The waters cold I don’t usually get to swim. I just come here to relax”

He reached his hands in the water “I mean it’s not that cold”

“Wanna get in then tough guy?”

He reached to remove his shirt “wait!”. You took off running and he ran after you.

You made it to the top of the smallest cliff. “Your kidding me right?”

“What? Are you scared?” You teased him.

“Maybe a little. Sure it’s deep enough?”

Rolling your eyes at him you asked “do you trust me?”

“I do”

You took your shirt off revealing a lacy white bra, and panties to match. He looked away quickly, but his face already turned red. “It’s okay” you giggled

“Sorry” he said with his eyes glued to the ground.

“Don’t be. Human nature ya know. You’re turn”

He removed his shirt, and stripped down to his boxers. You placed your hands on his shoulders grabbing his attention “Listen whatever we went through let’s try to move past it. I’ve been scared too Josh. For two years I was afraid of any interaction with a man. I could barely go places by myself”

“What happened? Only if your comfortable to answer”

“Started at a party my drink got spiked. I don’t remember anything or if anything happened to me. I thought it was because he like me so I started dating him. He would hurt me often. I thought it was normal, and I convinced myself he loved me. The cycle continued until my friends got me help. It was relationship after relationship, and it was all the same. That’s what I thought I deserved I suppose. I’m still in therapy and I continue to get better every day”

“I guess it was my first serious relationship. Or so I thought, but I meant nothing to her. I never dated much in high school. All she did was yell at me. I couldn’t spend enough on her. It was never enough. She would hit me and it’s not that it hurt that bad. It hurt more knowing she wanted to harm me. I loved her, and she wanted nothing more than to hurt me. My brothers got me away from her thank goodness. I’m also in therapy I never thought it would help, but it has. And I know I’m so awkward, but it’s almost as if I don’t know how to act. No one’s ever been as gentle with me as you are”

“We will heal together. This jump is us letting go”

You reach out your hand, and counted down. With no hesitation he jumped with you. Falling farther than he thought, and his body rushed with adrenaline. You both hit the cold water, and gasp coming back up. He slicked his hair back, and tried to catch his breath. “I take it back this water is freezing”

“That was so fun Josh” you shouted holding his shoulders. “Oh my god I feel so alive. Do you feel it Josh?”

He nodded his head and wrapped his arms around your waist. You threw your arms on his neck. “Yeah I feel it”

You held on to him tight, feeling his heart beat against yours. You stayed in the water far too long in this cool weather. You just couldn’t make yourself let go. You put your forehead against his. “Can I kiss you?”

He smiled softly “I would love that”

You leaned in placing your lips to his. Your body felt warm for a minute. Like a shock of electricity ran through your veins. Your lips moved against him. You let the last kiss drag out before you pulled back “I cant feel my toes”

“I can’t feel a lot of things” he said, and you busted out laughing. You hiked back up to the top to grab your clothes and headed towards the house. You were shivering and your teeth were chattering. When you arrived back at the house you couldn’t feel a thing. Everyone was sitting outside, and their neck snapped around to look at you two.

“What the hell happened to you guys?” Jake asked

“Oh you know we just jumped off a cliff. No biggie” Josh teased.

“We left you two alone for an hour and you jump off a cliff” he laughed.

“I’m gonna go change, and start the fire” you kissed his cheek.

Causing everyone’s jaws to drop. “Did she just-?”

Everyone gasped excitedly, and Josh just seemed to glow. He nodded his head proudly, and started to tell the story. His hands were flying everywhere as he spoke in detail.

“Hot chocolates on the stove, and the fire has been started”

“Actually that sounds quite nice” Jake said.

As the temperature dropped everyone piled in the house. Laying around the living room with hot chocolate in hand. A cozy movie playing, and the lights turned down.

You turned off the stove, and stepped into the living room. Looking around the room seeing everyone so content. You just smiled wishing it could be like this forever. He noticed your giddy smile “Come here love”

You cuddled up beside him, and he threw the blanket over you two. The house was warm, and everyone was completely relaxed. You felt as if you were melting into Josh. You thought this might be the most comfortable you’ve ever been. Your eyes started to get heavy, and before you knew it sleep had taken over.

You feared for the end of this week. Knowing it was coming soon. He would leave and go back to his busy life. You would be here like you always are. For now his fingers ran through your hair, and his lips kissed your forehead. He couldn’t quit place the feeling he was feeling, but he knew one thing.

He was home.

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danakin-skywalker · 2 months ago

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Fic Masterlist

MASSIVE shoutout to @hailthegodsong for putting this masterlist together and fixing my post-username change links for me, otherwise my fics might forever remain lost!

Instead, here they are, compiled for your viewing pleasure once more.

Any new/recent releases will be titled in ALL CAPS

Anything marked 18+ contains graphic sexual content, so minors please do not read and do not interact with these posts.

Trust me I did too much of that as a minor and it Did Not Pay Off for me.

In addition, back in 2021 in my writing days I quickly developed a reputation for hurt/comfort fics. For this reason, I think it's fair to disclose out the gate which fics contain heavy subject matter. There will always be an author's note and a list of warnings at the start of every fic, but for further clarity all hurt/comfort fics will have a * before the title.

As one last disclaimer, all of my written work is entirely fictional. I do not know these people personally, nor am I pretending that I do, and any similarities my plotlines may share to real life events is completely coincidental. This is purely my perspective of how they could be. I'm not trying to cause any trouble.

Enjoy! Or don't!

But here they are! All in one place!

DANAKIN-SKYWALKER aka TRIPTHELIGHT-FANFIC MASTERLIST

Josh Kiszka

*Sing For Me

*Active

*Active pt II

Creature of the Night (18+)

*Lover, Honey, Darling

Fresh Set

Jake Kiszka

*Safe

Friend of a Friend

Acrylics (18+)

*Wait For It

Survival Instincts (18+)

*Stand By Me

Sam Kiszka

Blow

I’m a JAKE girl! (18+)

Watching Over

*Dirty Little Secret

*Love Of My Life

*Four Knocks

YOUR MOM

Danny Wagner

Pain Killer (18+)

*What You Deserve

Star-Crossed 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

*Upgrades

*That Smile

Nightingale

Under the Dock

Marked (18+)

thank you so much for enjoying my writing. This has been a favorite hobby of mine for years and years and it’s always provided an escape from my current situation and a place of peace for me, so my only hope is that I can do the same for you ❤️

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asacredthebread · 6 months ago

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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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ficthots · 2 years ago

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Shotgun

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

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

Word Count: 8k+

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

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

Also why you and his twin did not.

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

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

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

Okay, maybe just a bit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like on vacation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it hit you. Patchouli.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To face reality.

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

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

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

Awesome.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unbelievable.

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

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

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

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

Yet, here you were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonkers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heavenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, shut up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jc-writes-bullshit · 3 months ago

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Hey gresties! I arranged Broken Bells for my steel band and I would love to share :) tag the lads I wanna see Jake call a steel drum by an adjective he can’t define

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obetrolncocktails · 2 years ago

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Make Me Your Master | Josh Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI semi-public sex, oral sex (f. Receiving), Male Sub, Fem. Dom, guided masturbation, dirty talk, graphic descriptions of sex, face sitting, pet names, orgasm denial. JOSH SUB. CHAIN HARNESS. Josh titty sucking :)

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: Whew! It's been a while! This was super fun to write! I wanted this dynamic to seem real, and less like a typically overworked sub/dom relationship. I feel like Josh would express his submission most in his worship of his partner, doing whatever he needs to to please them.

Summary: Damn, damn damn his stylists to hell! Who in their right mind would dress Josh in a harness, let alone one made of chains. Hell, they barely dressed him at all. You couldn't take it. You had to do something about it. Now.

You felt like an exaggerated cartoon character staring at him like you were–like if you dared to look for much longer, everyone would see the drool slipping out from between your lips and down your chin. Coming back to your senses, you cleared your throat and straightened your stance, choosing to lean against the nearest wall as the band’s stylists worked on Josh’s newest outfit for their upcoming music video. They pulled on the already-taut chains that contoured his chest and back so beautifully, adjusting them even tighter so that they would sit securely against his skin. From where you stood, you could see the metal pushing into the softness of his chest, creating noticeable divots. The sight shot blood pumping through your lower body. As a result, heat exploded up your neck and into your cheeks.

“Are you listening?” You heard someone say distantly, but the words didn’t instantly make sense to you. “Y/n. Babe. Hey.” It was Josh who spoke, stepping forward toward you.

“Sorry, I just zoned out for a second,” you muttered while running your fingers through your hair, trying your best to casually play it off.

“What do you think?” He asked, pulling his fingers up to his body, touching the chains and crystals that adorned his chest. “This shit is so tight.” He looked up at you waiting for your opinion. Fuck-It’s not tight enough, you thought. But I know how to fix that. “Is it too much?” He asked, turning to look in the closest mirror. Josh, you’re barely dressed, it’s not enough…you wanted to laugh. Your words were unusually sparse. “Yeah I think it’s too much,” he said, but you snapped out of your stupor to grab him back by his wrist.

“No!” You said way too loudly. The stylists glanced up at you as they packed away their items. “I mean, it looks great on you,” you admitted, pulling him against you by his bare waist. You bit at your lip, grinning at him, hoping to God he’d read the room properly. “Possibly too good,” you added in a sultry tone, your fingers dancing upon the chains and gems that dangled just above his nipples. You let your gaze drop to your fingers, then raised it very slowly again, catching Josh watching your lips, his face relaxing, but his eyebrows raising with interest. He cleared his throat, looking around the room at the stylists and then back at you. Luckily, Danny had walked in before anything else had to be said.

“Josh,” Danielle said, raising her chin as she addressed him. “We’re gonna work on Danny for a few minutes. We’ll call you to make final adjustments and then you can go home,” she said. “But don’t run too far away.” You silently slid your hand off of his chest and down to his hand, squeezing it firmly while she spoke. He squeezed your hand back in response, turning his chin just slightly to acknowledge that he understood your silent demand.

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, stepping closer to exit, but you took initiative and practically yanked him out of the dressing room, smiling at the stylists while they grinned back at you, knowing exactly what they had done to you.

“They know,” Josh said as you pulled him into the hallway.

“I don’t care,” you snipped, reaching up to his chest to loop your fingers craftily through the chains of his harness, pulling him in for a needy and lustful kiss. He reciprocated instantly, his hands resting softly on your hips as you took charge of what you wanted.

“Not in the hallway,” He said, evading your lips momentarily to look further down the hall, watching as crew members drifted between rooms. You let him lead you to a new room, his fingers pawing at every doorknob, cursing when they were locked. He pulled another and it opened, the first successful attempt for privacy. Your eyes flitted behind you for a final moment before slipping into the room. Four walls enclosed around you, tighter than you had expected. As you flipped on the light, you realized that it was one of the stylist’s offices.

“Fuck–” you cursed, reading name plaque on the desk. Jennifer Margera. “Well, Mrs. Margera, I’m so sorry.” You mumbled, turning to lock the door before pushing a layer of papers off of the table top. You turned Josh’s body so that he could sit on the edge of the desk.

“Are you though?” Josh asked, getting comfortable in his assigned spot, a swath of flowy, cream-colored silk cloaked his scantily-clad body. You pulled at the softness of the fabric, using the tips of your fingers to delicately remove it.

“Not in the slightest,” You admitted while you worked. “Arms up,” You commanded, tapping his bicep. He appeased you, lifting his arms above his head. Your eyes fell to the masculine crop of hair that grew under his arms, arousal growing between your legs. Josh had always turned you on. He could do it without uttering a single word, and the worst part was that he knew it. He could be masculine and dominant at times, telling you exactly what he wanted and showing you how he would get it–but at other times, his uniquely-feminine qualities would appear in the most intimate moments, the gentle curves of his body pairing with the strength of his muscles. The most sexually satisfying moments for you were ones when he would helplessly bend to your will, so desperate for your attention and touch that he’d do whatever he had to do to get it.

“You like what they put me in, don’t you Mama?” He asked, the corners of his lips curling slightly upward. Normally you’d roll your eyes at his use of the nickname, but in the moment, you took it as a signal of submission.

“You look incredible,” you said, tossing the material to the floor. Stepping in between his legs, your fingertips grazed slowly down his bare midriff. You lowered your eyes to watch his skin erupt all over with goosebumps. “What is it, Josh?” You asked, adding a sensuous quality to your voice. You lowered yourself slowly into a squat, placing your hands on his thighs. “What’s on your mind, baby?” you asked him.

“My cock,” he said frankly, grinning. He’s proud of himself.

“Isn’t that unfortunate,” You said, standing up and backing away. “Guess you’ll have to fix that yourself.”

“Y/n come on,” he said, standing up off of the desk. You charged forward.

“Don’t you dare.” You took him into your grasp by his chains once again, pulling your face just in front of his, your lips hovering just above his. “You want me to fix it? You do what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?” You asked, looking at him intently. “I said,” You repeated once more, reaching your free hand down to firmly grip his cock. “Do you understand me?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.” He said, his voice strained.

“Yes, what?” You asked, skillfully using your thumb to rub along what you could feel of his shaft.

“Y-Yes ma’am,” he said finally. You released your grip once you were satisfied.

“Sit back down, I want to look at you.” He moved wordlessly to his previous position, sitting on the edge of the desk. “Now…” You said, stepping forward, your eyes skimming over his body. “Let me help move things along.” You reached for the waistband of the flowy white pants they had dressed him in, peeling them from his body, grateful when they slipped off into a pile on the floor. “Now aren’t these pretty,” you said, pulling at his silken underwear. “Pretty little panties,” you added, gleefully watching crimson flush wash upon his neck and into his face. You let them roll down his thighs and off of his legs, dropping them to the floor.

“Touch yourself for me, baby boy,” you told him. “You look so pretty.”

“T- touch myself?” He asked, his eyebrows raising. You weren’t so sure why he was suddenly so tentative. Maybe because you were giving him the direct order.

“Need something to look at, honey?” You asked, offering a syrupy-sweet tone. You pulled at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head, and let it drop to the floor. “Tell me how you’d touch me, Josh. Tell me while you touch yourself.”

You watched as he took his semi-erect cock in his hand, beginning to stroke it slowly. His expression was beginning to relax as he watched you standing in front of him. He pressed his teeth down into his bottom lip for an extended moment before speaking. “I’d take your tits in my hands, and squeeze them, pinching your nipples between my fingers.”

You took his cue, lifting your hands to remove your bra, dropping it into the heap on the floor. You wouldn’t tell him, but in this unfamiliar room, you felt more exposed than you usually would. It wouldn’t matter though, because the amount of arousal that flooded your system was far more potent than the distant worry that loomed about. You pulled your hands to your breasts, kneading them just as Josh would, pinching your nipples firmly between the knuckles of your fingers, letting him watch. “What next, baby boy?” You asked. He grinned at the name. You watched him fuck his hand, his thumb working against his rigid shaft, pressing in against his skin to add the right amount of friction.

“I’d slip my hand down into your pants and finger your clit, just to get you going. Let me watch you do it this time, Mama.” He bit his bottom lip again, adjusting himself on the desk to rest on his inactive hand, his head tilting as he relaxed into pleasuring himself.

“You want to watch me finger my clit?” You asked, echoing him. “I’d be happy to.” You brought four fingers to your lips, licking them before sliding them into your leggings and underwear, locating your clit easily. “And how would your fingers work, Josh?” You asked, taking a step or two forward closer to him. “How would you finger my pussy?”

He raised an eyebrow, obviously enthused. “Usually it would be my tongue-fucking your clit, but since I can’t do that–”

You reached for his face, grabbing hold of his chin gruffly. “That’s not what I asked, pretty boy. Are you going to obey or are you going to be a smart ass?” You loved this act–of feeling in control, especially over Josh. At times he possessed such submissive qualities, that it was difficult to get through the day without daydreaming of instances exactly like this.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” He said, grateful when you released your grip on him. He was still grinning, but that would change later when he’d beg to cum and you would do everything except appease him.

“So, my little pet–answer the question. How would you finger my clit, hm?” You asked again.

“I’d spin my fingers in slow circles around it.” He said, letting his mouth drop slightly open from the pleasure of touching himself. “I’d taste you, putting my fingers in my mouth.” You raised your eyebrows, your lips curling upward. You liked what he had to say. “You taste so good, Mama.”

“What next?” you asked, doing as he had said, rolling spirals around your swelling clit. You pulled your fingertips out of your pants and inserted them into your mouth, tasting your own slick before bringing them back down.

“Fuck–” he murmured under his breath, watching you with sagging eyelids.

“You wish it were you, don’t you?” You asked him, chuckling softly. He nodded, licking his lips.

“I can be nice,” You added, stepping forward and repeating the process again, pulling your fingers to his lips. “Open up.” You tapped his lips, stopping to slide your fingertips onto his tongue as he opened his mouth. “Suck on them.” He closed his lips around your fingers, his tongue working around them to taste you. His voice rumbled against your fingers as he hummed, immersing himself in the moment. You pulled them out of his mouth.

“I want to see more. Please.” He said, his voice coming out in almost a whimper.

“More? And how do you get more?” You asked, guiding him further.

“Please take your pants off. And your panties. I need to see you. All of you.” His eyes sparkled with intensity, his voice pitching upward as he pleaded.

“Mm, Good answer.” You reached for your leggings and underwear, pulling them down both at once, kicking them to the side with the other discarded clothing. “Let me help you see better.” Stepping around the desk, you pulled the chair out from underneath it and rolled it back around to rest in front of Josh. You lowered yourself upon it, spreading your legs wider for him to see.

“But first, hands on your thighs.”

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Stop touching yourself. Put your hands on your thighs while you watch. If you slip up just once, we stop, get dressed and leave.”

“No, no, Mama. I’ll be a good boy, I swear.” He gave in to submission, his hands releasing from his cock to rest flat on his thighs. You watched as his hardness throbbed and twitched almost involuntarily. It set you dripping.

“You’re such a good boy,” you said, returning your attention to yourself, smoothing your fingers over your belly and on down. “Speak to me baby. How would you like Mama to touch herself, hm? It’s all here for you.”

“I would finger fuck you so well, Mama. I’d make sure you’d get whatever you want, especially with that beautiful clit of yours. I wish I was sucking on it right now.” You let your fingers slide back down in between your folds, feeling the increasing amount of slick coating your fingers. You pinched your middle fingers against your clit, squeezing your core muscles against the sensations that arose from the pressure.

“You know how to say exactly the right thing, my little prince. I’m practically dripping.” You spun slow spirals into your clit, biting your bottom lip as you scooched your lower body forward onto the chair, leaning backward so that he could see an unobstructed view of your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Mama. Let me touch you, please. I’ll do anything,” He said, his tone turning more insistent and whiny.

“Anything?” You asked him, moving to insert a finger into your opening, curling upward. It was good, but not nearly as good as Josh would or could be.

“Anything,” he swallowed. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. Your eyes traveled along the chains and crystals that adorned his bare chest, and you admired the way they pressed into his soft, supple, but strong physique. You let your gaze fall further until they landed between his legs, watching the tip of his cock drip, momentarily abandoned.

“Tell me what you’d do.” You said, using your fingers to spread open your pussy, playfully inserting your fingers into your mouth, dripping wet saliva on them and returning them downward to please yourself.

“I’d eat your pussy so good that I’d forget about my cock, Mama. I just want to make you feel good. I’d cum without touching myself, I just know it.” The way he spoke to you reminded you of a child begging for five extra minutes of playtime. You loved that he was trying to bargain with you in order to touch you.

“Aw, poor thing,” you said. “You want to eat Mommy’s pussy so badly that you’d give up cumming just for a taste?” He nodded, eyeing you pleadingly, his eyes sparkling with hope that you’d give in.

“On your knees.” You ordered, standing up, pushing the chair away from you, opening more space on the floor of the office. He moved from the desk quickly, getting in place on the carpet below you. He placed his hands back on his thighs for further instruction. The way he sat reminded you of an eager puppy dog, the way their eyes train on you, following your every move until you pay them the attention they’re owed.

“I’ll give you a taste,” You told him. “Promise you’ll do a good job?” You asked, stepping forward to hover above him. The way he looked up at you spun your core in knots.

“I’m only ever here to please you, to serve you,” he said, bringing his hands up to rest on your bare thighs. You let him touch you with no punishment—you’d be half-way conscious in a matter of moments anyway. You knew he’d leave you seizing against his face as he had so many times, and you would never get enough of it.

“Then show me how well you serve your master,” you spoke, taking the final step forward, his face and neck inclining upward instantly to seamlessly connect with your body.

His tongue was strong but so gentle as he parted your folds for the first time, dragging it along your sensitive skin. You felt his facial hair scratching along the outer edges of your pussy, which only added to the ecstasy of having a man in between your legs—an extremely sexy man, who was submissively under your control, but effortlessly domineering when it came to fucking you. You could both pretend, and it would be fun in the moment, but you were foolish to believe that the man below you couldn’t make you cum in mere minutes. He held the power like a hidden ace, and you were very-well aware of it. He still let you play the game, enjoying the bratty names and power play.

Josh pressed his face against you as you stood over him, and you grounded yourself, squatting lower so that gravity worked in your favor as he continued to eat your pussy. “Use your tongue,” you ordered. “So many girls watch you while you sing. They know you eat pussy well. Too bad they don’t have you between their legs.” You ground your pussy against his face, feeling his tongue working in wide loops against every surface. He took the risk of teasing your clit, avoiding contact for as long as he dared before flicking the strong tip of his tongue against it in fast spurts. In moments where it felt like you couldn’t take much more without cumming, he’d flee from your clit to lap up the juices that would collect at your entrance. You felt him humming against your skin as if you had prepared him a delicious meal to eat, his hot breath sweeping over your thighs when he’d come up gasping for air.

“Fuck–” you moaned quietly, licking your lips as you processed the pleasure coursing though your body. “Fuck, that feels amazing.” He looked up at you with an almost innocent smile, his eyes sparkling with fervor as he licked his lips.

“Am I doing a good job?” He asked you, rubbing his hands up your thighs and sides. You nodded quietly.

“Keep going, baby. Do your job.” You said, trying your best to regain your authoritative demeanor. He was eager to please, his hands glued to your thighs as he spread them further apart, forcing you further down into the squat.

“Don’t worry, Mama. Relax,” He told you. “I’ve got you.” He somehow read your mind, knowing that you’d feel self-conscious in this precarious, unbalanced position. Soon enough he’d have you teetering out of balance, the only thing keeping you upright being his strong arms. You breathed in deeply, letting him return to his pace. You felt him slip his tongue into your opening with no hesitation, fucking you with the tip as his fingers beared further into your skin. You let your back arch where you stood, squeezing your muscles against his face. He was an expert at this, and his confidence showed you that he knew it, too. You closed your eyes, reaching down to place your hands on his for a moment, showing him silent satisfaction. He removed one of his hands after a moment and brought it between your legs, inserting them into your opening, and moving his tongue back up to your swollen clit.

“Jesus–fuck!” You hissed through your teeth, bringing your hands up to your tits, squeezing them in your hands, your nipples hard and erect against your palms. Josh had wrapped his free arm around your body, his hand splayed open against your ass and back as he pulled you firmly against his face. You felt his tongue and lips undulating wildly against your pussy, his fingers curling with abandon against your inner walls. Wet, sloppy noises filled the room, and you knew that they definitely could be heard in the hallway if someone were listening intently. “Oh my god!” You whimpered far too loudly, slamming your palm against your lips as you remembered where you were, the ecstasy flowing through your system far too immense for you to downplay any longer.

Josh heaved a breath, coming up briefly for air. “Cum for me, Mama. Please cum all over my face. I want to taste you when you finish over my tongue.” His face was red with friction, his lips close to chafing. He didn’t care for an instant. His face would look completely fucked-out by the time he returned to the dressing room, but he didn’t care. He didn’t serve the stylists, only you. He wiped his lips casually before centering himself again underneath you, returning to your pulsing core. This time, he focused solely on your clit, using his agile tongue to flutter skillfully against the bud, sending your body climbing through a mountain-excursion, purposefully releasing his touch from you to pull you back down from the summit so that the very next time it would be even more intense.

Your body quaked against your will, momentarily stealing with it most of your power over him. Josh was a submissive lover most of the time, but when it came to doing his job, he’d be sure to make you cum in ways you had never experienced with anyone else. He worked your pussy like it was a sacrament–something to be relished and celebrated, and you’d do nothing to stop him from doing exactly that. “Fuck-f–” you sputtered, feeling your hips beginning to buck instinctively, your body barreling toward the apex of climax. Your skin began to prickle with sweat from exertion and you felt your hair beginning to stick limply to your forehead and cheeks. “Josh! Josh–please–” You groaned in skittering gurgles that poured weakly from your throat. Your dominant tone had diminished to nothing, replaced with thin and pathetic whines that snatched away the demanding quality you had previously possessed. You knew that you’d regain power and composure, but you were too far gone in the moment to even consider it.

Josh’s tongue moved faster and stronger than ever, his lips buzzing against your clit, his hands wrapped around your hips in a silent dare for you to move away from him. Your legs weakened above him, your thighs shuddering and squeezing tightly against his face. You collapsed forward on yourself, grateful for the strength of Josh’s grip on your body. You reached down, pulling and yanking at his hair, in a half hearted attempt for him to pull away from you, but he wouldn’t until he felt you finally cum–and even then, you knew he’d take his time lapping up the product of the orgasm, and you’d let him as a reward for a job well done. When he began to shake his head back and forth, his tongue contorting and flicking wildly, you knew you were done for. You finally let your eyes roll backward and you gave in to the torrent of sexual agony that roared through your entire body, leaving you to quiver pathetically above the one you had supposedly claimed was your subordinate. His tongue slowed, but he did not stop; instead, he moved lower to your entrance, lapping up and savoring the climax that leaked from you, diligent to not waste a single drop.

“Holy fucking shit,” You said through a heaving sigh, pushing him away from you so that you could regain your breath. You had expected to see it, but you hadn’t prepared for the way he would look when he came up for air himself. The makeup that the stylists had applied was severely smudged–embarrassingly so. His face and lips were rubbed raw, and his hair had been pulled and yanked out of its styled appearance, making it impossible for anyone to not catch on to what had happened behind this closed door.

“Oh my God, your face,” You chuckled, reaching for him as he rose from the floor.

“I don’t care,” he said this time. “That was fucking worth it,” he grinned, pressing his lips together. “My lips are numb.” He said, pulling his thumb to swipe along his mouth.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate you for your amazing work,” You said, walking him back to the desk. “Sit. Let me take care of you, Baby.” He wordlessly did as he was asked, sitting on the edge of the table, waiting for you. To your amazement, he was still hard between his legs. “You loved tasting me, didn’t you, hm?” You asked, reaching forward to hover your lips above his, surprising him by taking his cock in your hand.

“I loved it so much,” He said lustfully, his gaze fixed on your lips as you increased the pressure of your hand against his cock. “Can I please kiss you?” He asked, his head tilting forward, drawn by some kind of magnetism. You appeased his request, letting him fall into your kiss easily, his head bobbing and tilting as you touched him. You parted from the kiss, lowering yourself in front of him. You were sure he was expecting a blow job, but you evaded that expectation by moving to his chest to suckle on his round, erect nipples. You made a show of flicking your eyes upward through your lashes as you fluttered the tip of your tongue against his hard nipple, eventually closing your mouth around it to suckle upon it. He groaned deeply, the sounds escaping his throat in deep, raspy strains. Josh let his head tip backward as he closed his eyes, his hands moving to rest upon your shoulders.

“Josh! I know you’re in there,” someone almost shouted on the other side of the door as they knocked forcefully on it, sending you springing away from Josh. It was Danny. “They’ve been trying to call your phone for the last fifteen minutes. Finish up whatever you’re doing and come on.”

“Fuck,” You whispered dejectedly, reaching for his clothing.

“It’s okay, Mama. To be continued…” he said, hopping off of the desk.

“If you act right,” you said, with a wink. “You’ll just have to wait a little longer.” You bit your bottom lip, scheming up ideas for how you’d tease him until you’d finally give him his well-earned reward.

End of Part 1.

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pr41sethemoon · 2 years ago

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Let’s Be The Makers | Josh Kiszka x Reader ☾

//: Howdy! It’s been a minute lol. Firstly, thank you for the love on sneak peak 🤍😌. THIS FIC IS OLD, I wrote over a year ago. So it’s been collecting dust loool. But I think I’m a bit comfy posting smut a bit now. I’ll try and update my older finished stuff as well for the future. But here we are for now💀.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): Smut? (mostly just tease) 18+ minors DNI, and ofc fluff 🤍

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“Please.” He faintly whispers in your ear.

A pillow softly collides to the side of his cheek playfully, knocking him over gently onto his side. A quiet giggled spills from between your lips from the grunt he makes. Clearly not expecting the blow. As you’re still giggling, he supports himself on his elbow. His face was filled with an unamusing look. His thick brows furrow, but a small desperate smile appears slowly to his lips. You cover your mouth to prevent anymore giggles from escaping. You reach over, fingers intertwining with his soft curls. His eyes flutter shut, leaning more into your hand.

“Got a bad case of baby fever I see.” You give him a playful pout as you gently ruffle his curls.

Oh, how eventful this week had suddenly become for you.

Not in a terrible way.

Things had just turned in a completely different direction for your relationship in an interesting way. Josh had been all over you all week long. Hot on your trail. Just lingering on you, always by you. Constantly buttering you up with kisses, cuddles, massages, doing nice things around the house for you and all. Since Josh was back home, due to tour being over, and you having a few days off from work, you both had free time. He’d been on this kick ever since the visit with your close friends a couple weeks ago. They’d invited the both of you over to finally see their 5-month-old baby girl.

You stood in front of Josh, swaying side to side, the baby sleeping peacefully in your arms. She makes little noises here and there. She’s bundled up, snuggling close to you. A smile spreads across your lips as you stare at her for a moment.

Josh sat on the couch; his arms were open. He tries to steady his breathing. He slightly tugs at the collar of his shirt, feeling that it was almost suffocating him. Rubbing his clammy hands together, he swallows hard, dark eyes looking up at you. He lets out a huff.

“Alright, I’m ready.” He says lowly before pursing his lips together.

Both your brows knit together with a half smirk, you pull your attention to him “Josh, she’s literally just a baby, relax.”

“Right, a fragile baby, y/n.” he says with furrowed brows. “Now, present me with the baby.” His arms still open, preparing himself.

The corner of your lip quarks, looking down at the baby, you pout. “Alright, your uncle Josh wants to hold you now.” You whisper.

You slowly bend over to Josh, giving him a reassuring look before gently placing the sleeping baby into his arms. You could see him instantly tense up, his eyes widening. His eyes moving from the baby, up to you, then back down to the baby. You giggled quietly, taking a seat next to him.

You give his shoulder a comforting rub, “Relax, look at her.” You whisper in his ear, nodding your chin down to the baby.

The baby squirms a bit from being transferred over to someone else. She then quickly becomes comfortable, snuggling herself more into Josh’s chest. As you peer over his shoulder, you could finally feel him relax. He wraps his arms around her more. Your eyes slowly look up at Josh. His lips form a small smile as he stared down at her.

“She’s so tiny.” He whispers softly.

You smile, “I know, look at her little hand.”

Josh moves his finger to nudge the baby’s little hand. The nudge makes her hand open, wrapping it around his finger. A small gasp escapes his lips, he gives you an excited look. All you could do was just giggle quietly at his reaction.

“Wow, look at you two.” Your friend Regina walks back into the living room holding another small blanket on her shoulder. A smirk was plastered on her face with an arched brow.

“Right, you’d think that’s their baby.” Your other friend Devon accompanies her, sliding his arms around her from behind. He presses a soft kiss to Regina’s cheek.

This makes you and Josh’s cheeks go red, a nervous chuckle slips out from you. You give Devon a playful wave, your brows furrowed but with a smirk.

“Stop it, she’s just really cute.” You say softly feeling the blush on your cheeks sting at this point.

The baby suddenly starts to yawn, stretching her body out. This slightly caught Josh off guard, you could see his eyes going big again.

“Oh, big yawn from the little mama.” He says softly, he chuckles quietly as he adjusts her blanket for her. She lets out one more yawn before snuggling back into Josh’s chest again. You could see the corner of his lips curl upward. He looked so sweet like this. Yes, he was a bit nervous, but he was also a natural when it came to babies.

Regina smirks, even a light chuckle escapes “Mhmm, well, I can’t wait to see how you both are with your own.”

If your faces could go even more red than they were before, then that was in this moment. You and Josh take a quick glance at each other. All you could do was muster out a few sounds, you were so tongue tied. It caught you completely off guard, but you could feel Josh ease himself beside you. He just stares back at you with a small smile.

“I think we would be great.” He says softly before peering down at the baby again. “One day.” He promptly reminds them.

For as long as the both of you been together, Josh made it known that he always wanted children in the future. You were fine with that. You wanted nothing more than to give that to him. You wanted children just as much. Both of you established that it would be better to get farther into your own careers and relationship first before making a big leap like that.

Then again, Josh would have his moments where baby fever would just overcome him.

Like this very moment.

“If bad case is the words for it, then yeah. Terribly.” His brows drop and his lips fall into a straight line, he was clearly not amused by your teasing.

You could only giggle, “Oh my poor baby.” Still rubbing softly at his scalp.

He ducks away from you, putting himself back into the position he was in before you hit him with the pillow. “Please, just think about it though.” He looks up at you with those big brown eyes. “We’ve been doing so well.” He gives your collarbone a soft kiss.

Your lips press together before giving him a sigh, “Mhmm, that’s true, but a baby would still cost us a pretty penny.” You try to reason.

He slightly smiles before his eyes flutter shut “Mm but we could manage.” He starts to move down your body.

His hands move down your sides, tracing the curves of your body, “Could you imagine it though?” he’s between your legs. “You carrying our baby?” he asks before pressing a sweet kiss to your lower belly.

You let out a soft huff, “Josh.” you say softly with knitted brows.

You could feel yourself growing hot across your skin. He pressed more firm kisses to your skin; you could feel your core aching already at the words spilling from between his sweet lips. You suck in a breath, bottom lip quivering.

His hand grips at your waist, your back arching instinctively. “You’re already so beautiful.” His lips dragging across your hip bone. “Thinking about you all full, your belly all swollen.” He nips at the soft skin.

Your teeth sinking into your plump bottom lip. Your hand falls back into his curls, giving a small scratch to his scalp. He hums, loving the feeling so much. He knew you were finally unwinding to his words. Your cheeks begin to sting with heat.

“Mm, you like the sound of that sweet girl?” his eyes open half lidded. You’re coming undone before him, which makes him bite down on his bottom lip.

One of his hands moves to glide across your clothed core, his thumb immediately finds your bud. He gives your thigh a tight squeeze, earning a light moan from you. Josh drags his plump lips over to your inner thigh, grazing his teeth on the sensitive skin. Another moan escapes.

“Look at you, you want me to fill your pussy up with my cum, don’t you?” he purrs before pressing his hot tongue over you core.

When you pull him closer to your core, his nose bumps your sensitive bud behind your panties. Your head falls back into the plush pillows with a soft cry out. Your hip involuntarily thrusting upward. He hums into you, tongue licking a stripe over your folds. He could taste you through the fabric.

His fingers reach up to loop around the band of your panties, “You’d be such a good mama to our baby.” He moans softly.

Your tongue swipes across your lips to wet them, your eyes tightly shut. Then suddenly, you begin to shut your thighs gently on him. It hurt you to do this. Not because of him, but because you felt yourself getting close. You weren’t going to let him win you over like this. Your eyes open, seeing him smooshed between your thighs with a confused look. You couldn’t help but laugh. He moved from between your thighs, his brow arching.

You click your tongue at him, “You’re naughty Josh.” You wag your finger at him.

“W-what?” he tries to play innocent but the blush creeping to his cheeks calling him out.

You press your hand to his chest, gently pushing him onto his back. You move to place yourself on top of him, thighs straddling his hips. You dip down, slowly pressing a soft kiss to his collar bone, his neck, then his jaw before looking at him. His hands find your hips in the moment, giving them a light squeeze.

“You thought you could seduce your way in having a baby huh?” you joke, earning a quiet laugh from him.

The sun from the window hitting the both of you perfectly. Lining your bodies with its light. You stare down at him for a moment. Just examining him. Examining all of his features, from his brows, eyes, nose, to his lips that were slightly parted. You couldn’t help but smile, he was just so beautiful.

“Like I said, think on it sweet pea.” He says looking up at you with soft eyes and a small smile.

He reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, then caressing your cheek. You lean into his palm, your eyes closing at the warmth he brings you.

You slowly nod, “I will.” Moving back down to press your lips to his.

Fin

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jakekiszkasleftnutsack · 2 years ago

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Everything Is Fine - Part 1

Josh x f!reader x Jake

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Summary: While attending a New Year's Eve party with your boyfriend Jake, it becomes increasingly obvious that his older brother may have a thing for you.

Warnings: +18 GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, scary pervy Josh, swearing, alcohol use, stalking, gaslighting, assault with a knife, mutual masturbation, masturbation with a foreign object, oral sex (f receiving), sexual coercion, teasing, kidnapping, slight dacryphilia, mentions of somnophilia, bondage/restraints, knife play, impact play, mentions of blood, allusions to non-consent, overall violence, please let me know if I missed anything!

W/c: 14.7k (yikes)

A/n: This is mostly Josh with a sprinkle of Jake. PLEASE carefully consider the warnings before diving into this one, it’s easily the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. I really didn’t hold back on this one and I use some kinks that could be very triggering to some so please please proceed with caution!! If the warnings don’t scare you though, have so much fun.

Vibes: Mx. Sinister - IDK HOW | Sugar - Sleep Token

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“Jake?! Have you seen my favorite panties?!” you call for your boyfriend as you search through your drawers for a hint of red lace.

“Which ones?” Jake appears from around the corner, adjusting the cuffs of his neatly tailored suit, his dark hair tied in a low messy bun that allows a few tendrils to hang free. Leave it to Jake to dress down a new outfit with messy hair and an all-the-way-unbuttoned dress shirt, though you choose to put his questionable styling efforts lower on your list of priorities for the time being.

“The high-cut red lacy ones, with the matching bra. I wanna wear them to the party tonight.”

He looks you up and down and bites his lip at the sight of you, wandering farther into the room to admire your half-dressed appearance. Having been stalled halfway through your dressing process, you’re rummaging through your wardrobe topless with only a black miniskirt and tall socks to cover your bottom half.

“I thought those were just for special occasions?” He grips the round of your ass from behind while you continue to finger through the various fabrics.

“They are. That’s why I’m trying to find them.” You can’t help the tinge of annoyance present in your voice, but Jake is doing a wonderful job of distracting you from your wardrobe malfunction.

“If you can’t find them, then what’s under here?” He lifts up the hem of your skirt to reveal an absence of underwear. He gasps excitedly and grins from ear to ear as if he’s just opened up a gorgeously wrapped present to find what he’s been asking for all year. Without a shred of hesitation, he grabs at your still frantic hands and tries to pull you away from the chest of drawers. “C’mere, baby. You can find them later.”

You groan in protest but giggle excitedly when you give up the reins and let him whip you around by the wrist, sending you hurdling into the bed. He climbs on top of you, leaving a sloppy trail of wet kisses down your neck, through the valley of your breasts, and down to the waistband of your skirt.

He leaves a love bite at the joints of each of your thighs, gently pinching the sensitive skin between his teeth as he grazes you with the sharp edges. Tiny moans and mewls escape you, free of restraint. He transitions to focus on your clit, dipping his velvety tongue between your folds to flick it against the tiny bundle of nerves. The act itself begins excruciatingly slowly; he swipes quick, pointed flicks up the center every few seconds. He loves to drive you crazy - he knows how much harder you’ll cum if he teases you first, and watching your overstimulated body twitch under his touch is always worth the extra effort.

He can tell you’re ready when your body starts to jolt every time he touches you with his tongue. He props himself up on his elbows so he can bring his hands in front of him and spread your lips, exposing more of your clit to the air for him to abuse. Your eyes have been glued to him, watching his beautiful mouth work over your most sensitive spots, making you feel like a goddess in the process. It’s no different when you watch him descend on your pussy with his tongue extended, and your body tenses under his touch in anticipation.

He stops to look up at you and meet your gaze, which is desperate and pleading. “Relax.”

You nod in response to his one word command, taking a deep breath before letting your back fall against the mattress. He then languidly circles your clit a few times and closes his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth to play with it how he knows you like it. You moan along with the wet lewd noises that occur as he drools all over you, coating you in a layer of wetness that you know will shine on his lips and chin when he’s finished.

You let your hands fly to your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples to add to the divine sensation. Your back arches and your thighs press against Jake's cheeks as you approach the bottom of the hill that leads to your eventual orgasm. You allow yourself to get lost in the feeling while gazing lazily at the shadows dancing across the ceiling in the golden late afternoon sunlight that pours into the room from the large picture window.

The way he’s worshiping your body, switching between a pattern of long, soft strokes and suction, has all of your nerves on fire. Just as you think you’re approaching the peak, he flips the script, edging you so delicately that you’re not even sure you’d want him to finish you off just yet. You’d let him go on as long as he wants if it weren’t for the odd shadow that’s just materialized on your ceiling. It catches your eye, confusing you until you can pull yourself out of your daze long enough to realize that the new shadow is human-shaped.

“Jake!” you gasp and bolt upright, your fight or flight response kicking in to help you pull your body out of its vulnerable position. Jake, caught completely off guard by your sudden upheaval, lets you go without much protest.

“What? What is it?” he asks, full of confusion and concern.

“I just saw someone,” you whisper. “Someone’s right outside the window, I saw a shadow.”

If he didn’t believe you, he didn’t show it. He’s probably internally rolling his eyes that his feast was disrupted by a shadow, but you are famously hard to spook. Jake holds up one finger, signaling for you to wait a moment, then brings the same finger to his lips to tell you to keep quiet while he checks it out.

You grab one of the large fluffy pillows from the head of the bed and use it to cover yourself as Jake rises to his feet and approaches the window. He slinks up to it with his back to the curtains in a comically cartoonish way, he even clasps his hands in front of his chest like he’s holding a gun and narrows his eyes - like a silly little spy routine to try and calm your nerves. He looks at you and nods before peeking around the curtain. You know he expects there to be nothing, but you hold your breath despite his best efforts.

After looking both ways and ducking to see past the foliage, Jake turns back around and shrugs his shoulders. “There’s nobody out here, babe. Coast is clear.”

“Are you sure?” You’re apprehensive to drop your protective pillow just yet.

“You can come see for yourself if you want, but it looks like the sun’s just hitting the trees in a weird way.”

“I believe you, it just... scared me.”

“Don’t worry, beautiful - everything’s fine. I’ll just close the curtains so I can keep making you feel good. How’s that sound?”

“Okay, Jakey...”

He returns to his place in front of you and pulls your safety pillow from your grip, tossing it to the floor before descending between your legs once again.

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Sam throws a New Year’s Eve party every year. The tradition began when Kiszka siblings were young and they hosted all their friends at the family home. Since growing up and moving to separate houses, the baby of the family has taken on the role. Every party since they moved to Nashville has been a rager. All kinds of people in the music industry are in attendance, along with family, friends, and friends of friends. For all intents and purposes, the energy has never changed, and it’s felt like a college house party since its conception.

This is your first year in attendance, and your first time visiting Sammy’s house at all. Granted, you did plan on making a good impression on all Jake’s friends, but being three margaritas deep by 10 pm does make that a bit of a challenge considering you’d lost sight of your intentions somewhere at the bottom of a red solo cup.

“Sammyyyyyy, could you make me another one pleeeeease?” You flash what you think is a dazzling smile at Sammy, but it probably reads as goofy.

“Sure, just after this game.” He shakes his head and smiles at your charmingly exaggerated expression when he sees it out of the corner of his eye. He’s lining up the ping pong ball held ever so lightly in his hand to toss at one of a few sparse cups, half-full of a randomly chosen liquor. At the end of the table opposite Sammy, stands Jake with his arms crossed and a cocky shit-eating grin plastered on his face. That look has been there for the last couple of rounds as the number of cups on Sam's end of the table has steadily dwindled - Sam has not had the same luck.

Of course, they’re facing each other one-on-one; the second anyone offered to join a team they were likely swiftly shut down. Their overly competitive nature has made for an entertaining show, having gained them the attention of a handful of onlookers for about twenty minutes now. You stumble to join everyone on the couch, half-falling into the lap of a very high Danny, who allows your head to fall on his shoulder. Waiting patiently isn’t your forte, but since the room has started to spin you watch the rest of the game play out with a peeved, yet still slightly smitten, expression.

Sam’s toss misses, much to his dismay, though Jake looks to be happy about it, even though he shrugs and fakes a sympathetic ‘aww’. The small audience grips the edge of their seats as Jake assumes the position to make his next move. He tosses it effortlessly and sinks it, followed by a pump of his fist and a groan from Sammy, who reluctantly takes that cup from play and downs the contents. You’re thankful that your previous experience with beer pong has equipped you with at least a loose grasp on the rules, so it doesn't come as a surprise to you when Jake throws his final ball, spinning it around the rim of the last cup on Sam’s side. Sam blows on it furiously, but to no avail - it plops into the brown liquid despite his effort to stop it.

“Fuck!” Sam shouts in frustration and nearly puts his fist through the table as Jake throws his hands up in triumph. Jake goes around high-fiving everyone and Sammy downs the remnants of bitter defeat.

“Who wants to challenge the king next?!” Jake's voice booms with the sense of pride he gained from besting his brother in a game that was probably invented by teenagers. You pout as Jake immediately gets pulled into another game, allowing you no time to intercept him before he starts reforming the pyramid of cups.

“Come on, little sis.” Sam juts his hand out to you, offering you to take it so he can pull you both away from the scene. “Let’s get you another Sammy Special.”

You give a half-hearted smile at his kind tone, which he returns when you take his hand and tease him lightheartedly. “Okay, but it better be a stiff one this time. No more of that watered down shit.”

“Oh, ouch. You wound me, I’m wounded!”

He leads you through the house to the kitchen, zig-zagging past a few dozen people you don’t recognize. You do your best to find your footing, but being a certified lightweight, paired with the fact that Sam had actually given each of your drinks a heavy pour, you struggle a little bit with maintaining your upright position.

You almost make it to the kitchen unscathed, but as you turn the corner into the large kitchen and Sam lets go of your hand, having incorrectly assumed that you could navigate on your own, you fail to dodge a corner of the kitchen counter. Your hip and thigh take the brunt of it, and you’re surely be Jake will likely find an ugly purple blotch there when he lifts your skirt later. The shock and sharp pain disorient you enough to send you spiraling, and you feel yourself falling for a moment before being caught by a pair of firm hands.

“Jesus, y/n!” Josh exclaims as he tries to steady you by the shoulders. You count yourself lucky that he was passing by at the exact same time - if he hadn’t been then you’d have a front row seat to Sam’s tile floor.

“Hiya, Joshy.” You greet the blurry outline of Jake's twin with slurred enthusiasm.

“You okay?” Josh takes on a stern tone. Paired with the scowl on his face, he’s exuding a protective quality that you can’t take seriously in your current state.

“I’m a little wobbly.” Incessant giggles bubble up from your chest.

He rolls his eyes at you, picks you up by the waist, and plops you onto the countertop. “Be more careful, or I’m gonna cut you off for the night.”

“It’s a special occasion, don’t be such a grandpa!”

“Yeah, Josh. No one likes a buzzkill,” Sam adds - because there’s no way he would ever pass up an opportunity to be a little shit.

You snort under your breath, trying to hold in a cackle and Sam laughs, turning to the cocktail ingredients he had begun assembling. Josh’s lips press into a hard line as his hands leave you so he can turn to open the fridge.

“Soooo, little sis..” Since you started dating Jake, Sammy took every opportunity to call you that. It was annoying at first but you’ve grown to like it. His youngest sibling syndrome is just part of his charm. “How’s domestic life treating ya?”

“Oh, just as normal and happy as two people can be while living in separate apartments.”

“Jake won’t move you in?” His eyes stay trained on the task in front of him.

“He says he wants to get a house instead of trying to fit us both into a one bedroom, but every time I show him a listing he finds something wrong with it.” You harumph.

”He’s not avoiding it, is he? Cause I’ll kick his ass if he’s not treating you right.”

You ponder the question for a moment. “No, I don’t think so - we just have polar opposite tastes. I’d pay good money to see that fight, though. My money’s on Jake.”

“Pfft. Mine too.” His response makes you giggle.

Josh turns around with a beer in his hand, shutting the door to the fridge and leaning against it to face you and Sam. “I’m not so sure - Sam’s pretty scrappy.”

Sam raises his eyebrows and waves a finger in Josh’s direction, agreeing with Josh’s sentiment.

“True, but Jake likes to play dirty.” Your inflection drops unconsciously as an image of Jake sweaty and shirtless trying to wrestle you to the ground intrudes on your thoughts.

The boys look at each other in confusion for a moment before Sam adds, “No, he doesn’t?”

You bite your lip, making no effort to shove off the memory. What started out as play fighting had quickly developed into one of the roughest nights of passionate angry sex you’d ever experienced. Hardly a day goes by that it doesn’t make an appearance in your daydreams. You know that’s a completely different circumstance from a fist fight, but you reckon a few of his special skills might come in handy. “He does. Trust me.”

You don’t notice Josh clench his teeth, causing the muscles on his angular jaw to flex, but you do hear Sam exaggerate an audible gag. “Save it, sis. I don’t need you soaking my kitchen - people eat here.”

“Oh, Jake’s pretty good at that too.”

Sam opens his mouth to say something, but Josh ruins his opportunity for rebuttal by choking on the sip of beer he was in the process of swallowing. He sputters, causing spurts of beer to shoot out of his mouth and dribble down the hairs on his lower lip.

“Jesus, bro. You good?” Sam tries to hold in the laugh that accompanies the concern for his brother.

Josh just nods while he wipes his face on the back of his hand then turns to set down his bottle on the counter behind him and grab a few napkins. You’re not sure if he sets it down too hard or misses the counter entirely, but you watch in powerless astonishment as it tumbles past the edge of the counter to the ground. The bottle shatters on impact, sending bits of glass spinning across the tile in all directions.

“Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry Sammy.” He sounds flustered, and quickly looks around for something to help the issue before bending down to pick up pieces of glass with his hands.

“Wait, Josh! You’re gonna-“

“Ah! FUCK!” Before you can properly warn him, he mistakenly grabs a particularly sharp edge with a closed fist, cutting a gash in his hand in the process.

“Josh! Oh my god!” you shriek when he jumps back up in shock.

He doesn’t look up from his hand - he just ignores your frantic instruction to apply pressure on the now dripping wound in favor of staring at it looking cross. His brow is creased and his lips curl up like he’s about to yell at it for misbehaving.

“Sam, go get the first aid kit,” you instruct, pointing him off to a random direction since you don’t actually know where it is, if he has one.

“Don’t, it’s fine.” Holding his bleeding hand out in front of him, he turns on his heel and storms out of the kitchen in a hurry. A few glass shards crunch under his shoes, leaving you and Sammy staring after him cluelessly.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, completely baffled. He’s looking back and forth between you and where Josh once stood while holding a napkin and a plastic cup, like a sim who’s just had all his actions canceled.

“Probably just an accident… I don’t know though, he was acting really weird.” You look down at the mess of glass and amber liquid as Sam pulls a couple towels from a drawer.

“Must’ve been drunker than he looked.” He shrugs, laughing it off, and you share a knowing glance.

“I really thought he could hold his liquor better than that.”

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As excited as you were to mingle with everyone at the party in theory, without Jake it’s proved to be incredibly boring. You were able to chat with Sam and Danny for a while after assisting with a bit of kitchen cleanup, but even they were eventually pulled away in different directions. Now, you’re stuck wandering about the house, being pulled into conversations left and right by strangers eager to ogle at Jake’s shiny new toy. It was one conversation after another about the most meaningless bullshit known to man.

You find yourself checking your phone every minute or so, until the time reads 11:42 - an acceptable enough time to find Jake and gather him for the obligatory New Year countdown. Your first instinct is to check back at the pong table where you saw him last, but it’s since been abandoned. There’s no sign of him on the main floor though, leaving you to march yourself up the stairs in search of your lost lover on the upper level.

You will be forcing him into a New Year's kiss whether he likes it or not.

A few people are scattered amongst the many rooms and halls of Sam’s second floor, but allegedly nobody has seen him. You call his name once or twice, only gaining you a few disgruntled looks from partygoers instead of a response.

You crack open a few doors to scan the space for occupants, but most seem to have flocked back downstairs - at least, you suspect so, since most rooms have been vacated or are dark entirely. The last room at the end of the corridor does have a soft light shining from the crack underneath the door. Based on deductive reasoning alone, you believe it’s probably the second floor powder room. In your slightly inebriated state, you forego a customary knock and give the handle a twist, leaning on the door with your shoulder to push it open.

“Jakey?! Is that you in there?”

You’re not sure what you really expected to find. Perhaps your beautiful, godly boyfriend, disheveled on the floor or flung over the toilet bowl, spewing out the results of a lost game of beer pong. Maybe even a stranger in the midst of relieving themself. Pretty much anything except what you actually find inside. Standing rigidly with his shoulders hunched in front of the sink, peering intensely into the mirror, is Josh. His hand that was cut earlier in the night is holding a wad of red fabric to his face, covering his mouth and nose - his other hand pumping furiously over his angry, erect cock.

It takes him a moment to realize he’s no longer alone, giving you an unobstructed view until he notices you out of the corner of his eye. When he does see you standing on unstable legs, watching him with wide eyes as you try to register exactly what you’ve stumbled upon after practically falling into the bathroom, he doesn’t stop entirely. Instead, his fist twists around the shaft and slows to a steady pace, as if hitting the pause instead of putting an end to the show.

“Close the fucking door, y/n.” His voice is muffled slightly when he speaks into the cloth bunched between his fingers that he doesn’t bother to drop.

“I- Um. I- I’m so sorry,” you stammer awkwardly, trying to peel your eyes away from the alarming scene. Just as you’re about to turn away and pull the door shut behind you, you catch the glistening pink tip twitch after emerging from the squeeze of a downward pull.

Safely in the hallway, you roll your back onto the door frame and let your body slide until your ass hits the ground and your knees meet your chest. You take a deep breath and cover your face with your hands, reeling from the embarrassment and guilt you’ve thrust on yourself by being so careless. You’re sure your cheeks must be beet red and getting redder by the second as you recount the last thirty seconds in your head.

Why didn’t he cover himself?

Is he still going at it?

Was that a bloody rag he was holding?

Did he come up here to clean his cut and get off on the bloody smell?

Holy shit, Josh has a blood kink???

Suddenly, the bathroom door flies open once more and the hallway is flooded with yellow light. Peeking through the cracks of your fingers you can see that Josh comes sauntering out slowly, moves to the wall opposite where you’re sitting and leans against it. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, so you keep your face covered, holding onto the little comfort it brings you for dear life.

Maybe, if I hold really still, he’ll just go away.

Unfortunately, no amount of wishful thinking would ever get Josh to leave you alone in a state like this.

“So, we’ve got a voyeur on our hands, hmm?” You can’t tell if the accusatory nip in his voice is completely serious or not. Surely he can’t be serious, obviously, there was no way for you to have known what was happening behind a closed door.

You allow your hands to drop to your lap and face him directly, deciding he needs to see the sincerity on your face, no matter how uncomfortable it ends up being. His eyebrow is raised at you suspiciously and his arms are crossed tightly against his chest. His other appendage is thankfully tucked back into his pants and hidden away.

“It’s not like that...It was an accident Josh, really. I'm sorry. I was just looking for Jake.”

“Ahh, Jacob - He’s probably outside with everybody else. It is almost midnight.” He raises one arm to mimic viewing the time on his watchless wrist.

As much as you’d like answers to your questions, you count yourself thankful that Josh seems eager to move on and instead ask, “Wait, why is everyone outside?”

“It’s tradition for everyone to jump in the pool at midnight.” One corner of his mouth turns up slightly as he likely recalls a fond memory or two. “Sam started it when we were kids - it sort of caught on.”

“Isn’t it fucking December right now? The pool’s probably freezing.”

“Yeahhhh, it used to be pretty bad but Sam’s pool is heated. Actually, I’m pretty sure he had the heater installed for that exact reason.”

You mouth a ‘wow’ but ultimately accept this knowledge with a nod. There’s a moment of silence between you that you want to fill, but you’re not quite sure where to begin. Being mildly drunk surely isn’t helping to clear your head either.

This is just Josh we’re talking about here. You’ve known him and his brothers for years before you and Jake even started dating - it shouldn’t be this difficult to talk to him. He’s the kind one, the understanding one, the…

“Just say what’s on your mind. I won’t bite.”

…the intuitive one.

You chew on your lip and look away, trying to organize everything whizzing through your mind into at least one coherent thought - which his piercing expectant stare is doing nothing to help. Should you start with the fact that you just witnessed your boyfriend’s twin brother doing the salami slap in his younger brother’s bathroom on New Year’s Eve, or make something up and say literally anything else? You wish more than anything that it could be the latter, but you know that Josh won’t be letting you off on a lie.

With a deep breath for strength, you look back up at his sweet eyes and do your best not to look like the whole situation is causing you pain. To avoid any further embarrassment, you resolve to scrape up the bare minimum that’ll get him off your back. “You’re not mad at me are you?”

“No, silly. You said it was an accident, I have no reason not to believe that.” He chuckles lightly under his breath, sounding surprised and a little relieved.

“Okay... Are you going to tell Jake?” You go back to staring at your hands as your stomach flips at the thought.

“Why?”

“Even if you’re not mad, he might be.”

“Then.. it depends.” He tips his head back a bit so he’s looking at you with hooded eyes, making it difficult for you to really read them. “Did you like it?”

You don’t make any effort to stop the look of incredulity that you know is there. “What? Of course not. Why would you ask me that?”

“No reason.” A nasty smirk crawls onto his lips as he starts walking away, “You were just staring for a really long time, that’s all. Thought I saw you drooling.” He throws his one last remark over his shoulder before turning the corner and leaving you alone on the floor, completely dumbfounded.

Was I drooling?

Whether or not you liked it hadn’t really crossed your mind. You want to say no - it was jarring and unexpected, and it made you feel wrong - but your gut reaction when being asked if you enjoyed seeing so much of Josh is not to say no, just that it looks so much like Jake’s.

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Josh was right. The party has mostly shifted to the backyard, where everyone is scattered around the edge of Sam’s luxurious pool. They’re mingling and drinking to classic rock music, surrounded by steam from the warmth of the pool reacting to the crisp night air. You spot Jake talking to Sam, only half listening to whatever he’s saying while scanning the crowd to look around for you with a determined expression. You find it charming that he acts like a little lost puppy without you, and when he sees you walking towards him he lights up just like one would after not seeing their owner for too long. He politely excuses himself from his conversation and meets you halfway, interlocking his arm with yours and planting a sweet kiss on your cheek as soon as you’re within reach.

“Where were you?” he mumbles against your skin, holding you close to him for just barely longer than necessary, but his touch is extremely welcome at the moment.

“Oh…nowhere. I’ve just been trying to find you and got a little lost.”

“Lost, huh?” He lets his mouth hang for a moment after the last syllable like he were to chew on it, pondering the meaning of the words as they come out.

“Yeahhh, but I ran into Josh and he pointed me out here.”

“Well…good thing - you barely made it.”

A handful of people start the countdown and gradually everyone joins in until the whole party is calling out the final seconds to midnight. Jake takes both your hands in his and smiles, giving them each a light squeeze.

5, 4, 3, 2…

Beautifully overdressed people position themselves at the edge of the pool, playfully pushing others out of the way to keep themselves perfectly poised to jump. On the final count, there’s a roar of noises, cheering, popping, and drunken partygoers fall into the warm water like quarters in an arcade game. Amidst all the chaos, Jake delicately presses his lips to yours, and you enjoy a magical moment together until you’re unceremoniously thrown into the pool.

The commotion and size of the pool have created what’s essentially a human soup. You’re underwater just briefly but somehow still manage to get kicked by at least two people. To your relief, when you extend your legs they’re met with concrete and you’re able to stand and make your way back to the edge.

“Why’d you do that?! Fuck, now I’m soaked!” You pout through the streams of water rolling off your face.

”I thought you jumped!”

You grab your shoes by the heels and yank them off to toss them onto the concrete before you reach for the hand Jake has bent down to offer. He clasps two hands around your one to help you clear the edge of the pool without risking a slip.

“Alright, somebody better fess up. Who thought it would be funny to push her?” He raises his voice as he turns to look around for the presumed perpetrator.

“Whatever, just leave it - it doesn’t matter.” Goosebumps pucker your skin, causing you to shiver in the crisp air. You fold your arms over your torso to conserve some of your body heat, but your hair and clothes cling to you in an uncomfortable way that you’re not at all fond of. “I wanted to go home anyway.”

“What? No, we can’t leave yet! You’ll be dry in no time babe, we’re not leaving.”

“Jake, my clothes are basically see through now and my hair is ruined. I want to leave.” You speak matter-of-factly, letting him know that you’ve put your foot down.

He sighs dramatically, making it obvious that he’s probably seeing this as an overreaction on your part. You roll your eyes and adjust your stance to jut your hip out and throw your arms up just enough for him to view your torso, showing him how your white shirt is essentially acting as a second skin. The tight satin top leaves little to the imagination on its own without the added help of being soaked all the way through - your red lace bra now fully on display.

“Alright, fine,” he finally caves with a huff, but you can tell he’s trying to conceal a smirk when he adds, “You’re too fucking hard-headed for your own good.”

“But, you love me, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a blessing and a curse. Here, take the keys and start heating up the car. I’ll run inside and grab you some towels.”

You place a peck on his cheek and grab the keys from him in a hurry before parting ways. Your teeth start to chatter as you make your way down the neatly landscaped path to the garden gate that leads to the front of the house.

It’s not a long walk to the side street where Jake had parked, but your overstimulated state is making it easy for you to become annoyed that he didn’t park in the driveway like he usually would. “We should keep the front of the house free for people that aren’t as familiar with the area as we are,'' he had said to you when you complained about walking a block and a half with heels on. You make a mental note to scold him for it later.

As you approach the familiar black Jeep, your quickly numbing fingers fumble with the key fob to unlock it, and you slide yourself into the passenger seat as soon as you hear it click open. Once the vehicle breathes to life, you select the highest temperature option on the dash, immediately wincing away from the cold air that blasts from the vents. It only takes a moment before it starts to warm and your tight muscles relax.

Everything touching you is overwhelming, the damp clothing has started to irritate your skin in some places and you worry it might leave you with a rash. You do what you can to get comfortable by starting to remove your jewelry, placing it in one of the empty cup holders. Just as you’re unclasping your necklace, the cabin lights come on and the driver's side door opens for the familiar build of your boyfriend.

“Hey, where are the towels? Seriously? You had one job,” you whine at the lack of sweet fluffy relief in his hands until he actually enters the car, and you realize it isn’t Jake at all. “Josh? What are you doing?”

“Well, hello to you too, missy. We’re gonna go for a little drive. Just sit back and relax.” Once he’s situated the seat to his liking and adjusted the mirrors accordingly, he turns to flash you his famous toothy smile.

“Uhh, Jake’s just grabbing towels… he’s gonna be right back and then we’re going home.”

“What? You mean this isn’t my car?” He looks around in faux shock for a moment, then shakes his head and laughs at his own joke. His laugh sounds normal at first until it evolves slightly, becoming creepy and maniacal right there in the moment. You want to tell him to stop, but it ends with a sigh and a single clap of his hands.

“Quit fucking around, Josh.” He’s been known to play a prank every once in a while, but never one that makes your palms sweat and heart race quite as much as this.

This is the third incident tonight... He must be coked out of his fucking mind or something...

“I’m afraid this isn’t a joke, babe.” He pulls a knife from somewhere in his khaki jacket, and flips it around in his hands to point it in your direction just a foot or so away. His eyes darken, becoming dead serious. “We’re gonna go for a drive, and you’re not gonna make a fuss, alright?”

“Seriously, cut it out. This isn’t fucking funny. Jake is coming back any second.” Your senses are seconds away from overdrive. The sight of the glistening metal has you reflexively pulling away from him and your hand hovering near the door handle, ready to make a break for it if necessary. Your eyes flicker from the knife to his face, and his jump from your face to your hand and back.

“You know what, you’re right.” He turns his hand to point the knife away from you. “I’ve made a grave mistake. What was I thinking playing such a cruel prank on my brother’s beloved? I’m sorry y/n, I’ll just see myself out.”

“…N-no it’s okay. I just thought-“

Before you can finish your sentence, or do anything to react at all, Josh clenches his fist around the handle, sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and whips his arm around to your side of the car. The butt of the knife connects with your skull, and the force knocks you completely unconscious.

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It’s not difficult to open your eyes when you come to, but it is difficult to see in the darkness. You’re sure you’re laying on your back, and you’re sure you’re in the backseat of a car, but you’re not sure of much else beyond that. You attempt to lift your head to look around but find it unexpectedly difficult to lift the weight, dropping it back down with a groan.

Fuck, how much did I drink? I haven’t blacked out like that in a while…

“Welcome back to the land of the living, sunshine.” The singsongy voice confuses you more than anything, as it’s not the one you expected to hear.

“Jakey?”

“I must’ve hit you pretty hard, huh? I’d appreciate it if you don’t make me do that again.” His voice is coming from somewhere by your legs, paired with the sound of smacking wet kisses.

“...Josh?” You try your hardest to shake the fog that’s clouding your mind.

I think I remember hitting my head.

He doesn’t answer you, so you focus on what he said to hopefully gain enough clarity to piece it all together. Falling into the pool unexpectedly was pretty sobering, but it’s starting to come back to you how you came to be in this situation.

He said he hit me, he knocked me out. He must have taken me somewhere.

You find enough strength to try and move again. At first, you can only wiggle a bit, so you attempt to move your arms to assist you in sitting up, only to find that they’re duct taped behind your back.

“What’s happening?” Your heartbeat quickens until it’s beating so hard and fast that you can hear it in your ears.

“Try not to panic, princess. The more you struggle, the more I might not be able to control myself.” When he exhales, you can feel the heat feather across your skin. You force yourself to finally lift your head so you can scan down the length of your body. Your still-soaked bra has been pushed up to your neck and your shirt has been ripped open, or rather cut by the silver blade held in Josh’s hand near the waistband of your skirt. The skirt itself is still in its place, but the damp expanse of your stomach is being caressed over and over by continuous laps of Josh’s tongue.

“What are you doing?! Get the fuck off of me!”

“Awww, now I know you don’t mean that. You loved it in your sleep, you even moaned a few times,” he teases as you try to squirm away, yet he holds you still, even when you try to kick him away with your knees, your only available form of defense.

“I don’t care! Let me go, you fucking asshole!”

“Oh, but the night is so young! We’re just getting started!” No matter how hard you try to fight him, he’s obviously loving this, evidenced by a growing grin curling over his teeth.

“Getting started with what? What are you gonna do with me? Kill me?” You spit your words at him, stilling your fruitless thrashing in an effort to catch your breath.

“I didn’t plan on killing you, but we are gonna have some fun. I have to get you inside first though, then I can tell you.”

“I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead and scream all you want, nobody can hear you out here. Your screams are all mine tonight.” His goofy smile is something you’d grown to love, but now, in this darkness, there’s a perverse sinister quality - like something has possessed the kind man you used to consider one of your closest friends.

“…Let me go, Josh. I won’t tell anyone.”

“No way in hell, princess. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He first replaces your bra, then flips the handle on the door and shoves it open, finding his footing outside the car before adjusting his grip on you and the knife pressed to your stomach.

“Stop fucking calling me that.”

He smirks at your defiance as he stands up, pulling you with him and protecting your head from the top of the car with his hand.

Now outside, you realize you’re in a wooded area dense with trees in every direction you can see. Directly ahead of you is a small, run-down cabin. The steps up to the front porch are slightly bowed and the paint is peeling off the side paneling. Though it seems like it should be abandoned, a gentle glow coming from the frosted windows makes it clear someone has recently been inside, if they aren’t currently.

“Where are we?”

You shiver as whips of cold from the breeze bite at the wet spots on your breasts and stomach where Josh had been enjoying himself.

“You don’t really know how kidnappings work, do you?” You ignore the tinge of embarrassment that you feel when he laughs at you. “I own this place, so you don’t have to worry about anyone disturbing us.” He kicks the car door shut before guiding you towards the small building with a tight grip on your bicep, the tip of the knife he threatened you with slotted firmly against the small of your back. “Just be a good girl and I’ll worry about the rest, can you do that for me?”

Now that you realize there’s no shred of hope that this is just some fucked up joke, your racing heart kicks into overdrive, forcing you into fight or flight mode. There’s no stopping the gradual frantic increase in your voice when you respond, “No, Josh. Please - Please let me go, someone, help me please!”

Josh groans and lets out a scream of his own, matching your volume. “Oh no, someone help! She’s been taken! I’m a madman! I told you, there’s nobody around to answer.”

The growing feeling of complete and utter helplessness causes your lower lip to quiver, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing all the hope drain out of you in real time. Once you’ve reached the front porch, he drags your thrashing body up the steps to the large, aged door. There, he twists the knob and in one swift motion, he pushes it open and shoves you inside.

You stumble momentarily, but catch yourself in time to look around and get a handle on your bearings. It’s small inside - just one spacious room with one corner sectioned off to be a dedicated kitchenette, and an alcove on the far end of the room that’s taken up entirely by a king-size bed. Two doors sit against another wall, and one of them has been left ajar, allowing you just enough of a view inside to recognize it as a bathroom. Even though the small space is sparsely-lit by a soft, warm light, the decor itself prevents it from feeling cozy. The ceilings are vaulted, giving it a false sense of spaciousness, and all the furniture is clearly catered to Josh’s expensive taste. The bed is adorned with furs, the walls are decorated with visually pleasing but pretentious artwork, and in the middle of the open space is a table set with candles and fine china. Wine and strawberries had been set out on the dark wood ahead of time. The spread would be inviting if it weren’t for Josh’s menagerie of tools - zip ties, duct tape, rope, a handful of pills in an unlabelled bag, and a small array of weapons are all laid out next to the plates like they belong there.

“What the hell is this?”

“I never got the chance to show you how much happier I could make you. So, now I’m gonna spend the night trying to prove it to you.” Even though he’s turned away from you to lock the door, you can hear the sick smile in his voice, and you suddenly realize he’s presented you with a golden opportunity.

You know you’ve only got a split second; your brain is foggy from panic, weighed down by the last lingering effects of alcohol, but you try to push it all aside. Your eyes flick around frantically in search of a way out, but there's nothing that would offer you a quick enough escape from the cabin before Josh could stop you. Before you can really make up your mind, your feet are deciding for you - you sprint toward the bathroom as fast as you can manage in your battered state. You don’t dare look back when his heavy footfall hits the floor just a step behind you, but you’re able to slip through and shut the door with your shoulder. You try to choke back violent, terrified sobs as you brace your back against the door, but you can’t suppress the scream that spills out when he throws his body against it seconds later. The wood is old and you can hear it cracking under the pressure as you blindly fumble for the lock with your bound hands.

Somehow, you manage to find and press it - even with the lock in place, adrenaline keeps your back glued to the door. The extremely heightened emotion, mixed with the sudden physical labor, puts the bitter taste of bile in your mouth as your tightened stomach threatens to spill its contents with each heaving breath.

There’s no evidence of a light switch in the obvious places, so you let your knees buckle under you from pure exhaustion, and you slide down the worn lacquer into a puddle of tears on the floor. You squeeze your eyes closed tight and wish away the rattling of the door knob as Josh twists it frantically from the other side. Every few seconds, another determined slam against the door causes you to jump until it ceases abruptly.

The absence of noise is somehow more disturbing than its counterpart, like a calm before the storm that’ll come whenever Josh decides to take an ax to the barrier standing between you and him. The silence carries on for just a tad longer than you’re comfortable with and your curiosity overcomes your nerves - you press your ear against the door to listen for movement. You attempt to quiet your sobs, reducing them to muted chokes for breath from your tired lungs and pray he won’t hear you.

Through the door comes a frustrated grunt and a single pound of his fist against the thin wood. “I knew you were feisty but damn… You’ve got some fucking nerve.”

“I’m not doing this! I’m not taking part in your sick role play!” you scream into the darkness, louder than necessary for such a tight space - you could whisper against the wood and he would probably be able to hear it.

“You’re already a part of it.” You could hear the goading grin in his tone, but he sounds like his patience is waning when he pointedly informs you, “And you can’t stay in there forever. Sooner or later, you’ll have to come out. This’ll all go much smoother if you just let yourself enjoy it.”

Somewhere in the folds of your panicked brain, you know he’s right, but you’re clutching to your naive optimism like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered down. You squeeze your eyes shut, swallow back the lump at the back of your throat, and whisper to yourself, “Jake will come - he’ll realize something is wrong and then he won’t stop until he finds me.”

Between the obstacle of the wooden door and the jagged, uncontrollable breaths you’re taking, you’re not sure how he hears you, but you know he has when he puts on an air of false pity to tell you, “Jake’s not coming, princess.”

With your literal life on the line, it’s probably the last thing you should be worried about, but the way he says it feels demeaning. Your blood boils a little more every time, and now that you’ve reached your limit, you grit your teeth and scream, “I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING PRINCESS, JOSH!”

A heavy silence haunts the pause he takes before speaking again.

“I find your temper charming, but you’d better watch how you speak to me.” He threatens through grit teeth, making him sound as though he’s barely restraining himself from tearing you limb from limb. “Just think about it. He was expecting to take you right home - so he must have come back to find you and his car missing. He could easily find out where you are from your phone’s location, which I have right here in my pocket. Don’t you think that if he was going to save you, he’d be here already?”

He has a point. Why hasn’t Jake shown up?

“Look,” he continues. “I know you’re scared, but I didn’t bring you all the way out here and set this shit up just to hurt you.”

“Then let me go.” A lump the size of a boulder settles in your throat, you try not to let it affect your voice.

“I also didn’t go through all this trouble just to let you go as soon as I got you here.”

Okay, think. How do I get out of here as painlessly as possible?

I could wait in here but I don’t know if he’s crazy enough to break the door down. He could be lying, he could have disabled GPS on my phone or thrown it wherever and that’s why Jake hasn’t shown up with the cops yet.

What if I do what he wants, will he let me go when he’s finished with me?

“I’m not gonna wait around forever.” The anger dripping from his voice gives it an eerie quality, severe enough to raise the hair on the back of your neck.

“Hold on. If I come out…will you promise not to hurt me?”

“I never planned on hurting you.”

Part of you wants to believe him, but you know that’s a mistake you can’t afford to make. Never in a million years did you think you’d be stuck weighing whether or not this kind soul could be capable of murder. You’re not sure how much time you lost to unconsciousness, but just a few hours ago you would have trusted him with anything. Now, you don’t know what to think. What else has he lied about? Is he lying now? Probably. Either way, it’s a gamble, but which is the better bet?

Light pangs of metal hitting wood come from where Josh is tapping the tip of his knife on the other side of the door. “Tick, tock…tick, tock. What’ll it be, baby?”

We’re the same size but he can still overpower me. Can’t use my hands so I can’t fight. No time to

He has the home field advantage. I probably wouldn’t be able to hide if I made it outside, even if I did I might freeze.

Not sure if I can outrun him…

“Times up.” The floor creaks once again as he moves away from the door. You hear his footsteps pace across the span of the room, pause, and then return in a matter of seconds. “So naive of you to assume I would have any one-way locks in this place.”

Every coherent thought, plan, and sense of security you had gained turns to TV static in your mind when the door handle starts rattling. Instinctively you dig your heels into the tile to push yourself farther into the bathroom, slinking back as far as the space will allow until your back hits the lip of the tub.

White hot tears silently stain your cheeks as the rattling stops and the bathroom door swings open.

Illuminated as only a knife-wielding silhouette in the doorway, Josh cocks his head to the side. He’s taking deep, dragging breaths like he just ran a marathon, and at some point in your separation he rid himself of his shirt and coat. “You didn’t even find something to cut the tape with? Not even an ambush, wow. I thought you were smarter than this, y/n.”

“You piece of shit, don’t fucking touch me!” You scream at him while he makes his way to you in three steps.

“Shut up.” He grabs the tape between your bound wrists and pulls, dragging you across the bathroom floor kicking and screaming. You thrash against him desperately, but he doesn’t let go until he throws you into the table. The wind is knocked right out of your lungs on impact, doubling you over on the floor while you try to catch your breath. There’s barely enough time to recover from the blow before he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you onto a dining chair.

Even after he’s forced you into a sitting position and affixed the blade of his knife to your neck, he holds your head high by the roots.

“How many times do I have to tell you that this would go easier if you just listened to me?” He lowers himself to your level and shouts in your face, laying the edge of the knife into your skin until it stings so badly that you have to grit your teeth to bear it. Small red beads pearl up to the surface under the foreign metal. A fresh pool of tears spills over your lower lashes, and you track his eyes as he follows their trail down your cheeks.

“That was scary, huh?” You nod once. “I’m sorry, baby. Everything’s gonna be just fine if you listen from now on, can you do that for me, baby?” You nod again.

“Good...good girl.”

He kisses you softly on your temple as he stands, just like Jake always does when you’re upset. You sniff the remnants of tears away and try not to think about it too much. Without taking his eyes off you, he plucks a roll of duct tape off the table and holds it up for you to see. “I have to tape you to the chair, but you have to be still. If you can be still and let me do that, I'll give you your hands back, okay?” You don’t say anything, but you look at him in a way so he knows you understand. He searches your face for a moment before giving you a tight nod and going to work.

Finally, he releases his hold on your hair, and against your better judgment you stay still just like he’s asked you to. Your stares bore into each other so intensely that you should be able to see into his soul. His eyes give away that he’s noticed your conscious choice to cooperate - you think he might even be proud of your restraint. You used to think that his eyes gave everything away. You turned out to be wrong.

He lowers himself, bending one leg to kneel in front of you, and the knife follows - trailing the sharp tip from where it had left a long, scarlet-red opening in your skin. and then trails down the ridge of your breast. He briefly pauses, turning the knife in his hand so he can rest the chilled, flat side of the blade against your nipple - you’re not sure what kind of response he’s looking for, but you try not to give him one. The point scrapes against your abdomen with just enough pressure to etch another pronounced, red line into the delicate skin as he travels to your inner thigh. It finally stalls at your knee while Josh wraps the fingers of his free around your ankle so he can guide your leg into the position he wants. Then, as he pulls a corner of the tape free, the tip comes to rest on the meat of your calf.

With the smallest amount of force, he could drive the blade right through the muscle and out the other side, if he so desired. He’s doing a bang up job of keeping you guessing - letting the uncertainty of his next move keep you docile as he binds your ankles to the legs of the chair, one at a time. You put up no fight when he spreads your knees, or when he briefly gazes into the space he’s made between them and absently licks his lips.

“I told you, a little cooperation would make this easier for us both.” Audacity coats his words like a thick blanket as he steps behind you. He slices the tape binding your wrists down the middle and peels off each remaining piece, freeing your hands at last.

Before he takes his place at the seat across the table, he grabs one of them and raises it slightly to inspect it. Your loose limbs are weak and tingly, the abnormal position kept you from noticing how swollen and red your wrists had become. Struggling against the tape left discolored indents where it had rolled up slightly, and ugly welts puckered your skin where the tape was ripped off.

“I’m sorry about this.” He rotates your arm in his grasp, analyzing his handiwork like an artist analyzes a finished piece for imperfections.

“Sure you are,” you say flatly and snatch your hand away from him, eliciting a small chuckle from Josh as he turns to sit in his assigned seat.

“None of this would have been necessary if you’d just learned how to play nice.” He wipes the blade of the knife on the corner of the tablecloth before setting it down with the others. The bottle of wine is already open, making it effortless for him to pop the cork and pour a small amount into two glasses. When he sets one of the glasses in front of your table setting, you make a point to ignore it - instead massaging the insides of your wrists as you rest them on the table.

“There’s no ‘let’ in this equation, Josh.” Your eyes nearly scratch your brain from how far you roll them to the back of your skull. “I’m here against my will, remember?”

“Watch that tone of yours.” He narrows his eyes and speaks through a mouthful of half-chewed strawberry, “You didn’t give me much of a choice on that one, now did you?”

“You had no choice but to kidnap me?! Honestly, what did you think would happen? That I would just roll over and take it? You’re so fucking stupid sometimes Josh.”

“I said, watch your fucking tone with me.” He slams his hands on the table, rattling the flatware enough to make you flinch, and knocks his chair off its feet when he stands forcefully. “And yeah, you’re damn right I had no choice. I didn’t even know dating you was an option until you started fucking my brother, but I did know I was better for you than him. Especially after hearing about how you like him to fuck you, but you didn’t even consider me until you got lingering eyes.”

“Is that what this is about?” you scoff, gesturing to the room around you. “Walking in on you earlier was an accident, and I’m sorry about it but this is not-“

“Oh, I had this planned long before tonight, that was just the icing on the cake. I’m talking about everything else,” he cuts you off.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s a lie, but you’re too scared to admit that you know exactly what he's referring to.

“Really, y/n?! Fuck you, you flirted with me right in front of Jake more than once! You couldn’t have made it more obvious if you tried, then I had to get disciplined by my little brother for something I didn't even do and watch you turn around and be happy with him! How do you think that made me feel?!”

His honesty hits you like a freight train. Nothing about what he said is untrue, you did make moves on him when your inhibitions were obscured, and you chose to sweep it under the rug when you were sober. When Jake confronted you about it and you could’ve come clean, you lied. The possibility of it coming back to bite you in the ass was overshadowed by the fear of taking the blame and its consequences.

The sludge-like feeling of guilt you’d tried to avoid settles in the pit of your stomach, but you envelope it humbly and shove it down inside you to be dealt with later. You knew he had to have a reason - even if it wasn’t good enough to justify his actions, there had to be one.

“I thought we were friends, Josh. Why didn’t you just talk to me like a normal person?”

“How could I with all the mixed signals you were giving me? Cold shoulder one day and full on flirting the next time you happened to get so wasted you probably don’t even remember doing it.”

Is this my fault?

“I'm sorry I made a few drunken mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you get to hold me hostage! Jake really isn’t gonna let you get away with it this time and you’ll crumble as soon as he gets his hands on you.” Your blood is starting to boil, and you can feel your temper begin to bubble just under your skin.

“Oh, so you’re threatening me now?” He snatches a switchblade from the table, flipping it open as he marches towards you.

You scramble for a knife on the table to defend yourself, but he left them just out of your reach. Desperate for any protection, you grab the fork just in front of you and brandish it in his direction. “Stay away from me with that thing, I’m serious!”

“That’s so cute,” he chastises, pausing only for a moment before he lunges at you and grabs the wrist that wields your weapon of choice. You use your free hand to beat on his arm, but he squeezes so hard that you cry out in pain and the fork falls from your grip involuntarily. It crashes to the ground and you attempt to swing at him with your free hand, leaving you wide open for him to press his blade to the apple of your cheek.

You freeze the moment you feel the steel against your skin, and he leans in until his face is barely a few inches from yours. “Jacob is the least of my worries, princess. I can hold my own. Besides, I know you don’t really want him interfering.”

“What are you talking about?” Usually Jake has him quaking in his boots when it comes to tests of dominance, so this sudden show of power confuses you.

“Earlier, you asked me if I was going to tell Jake about our encounter. Why was that?” He narrows his eyes again, waiting to see if your response will match the one he’s clearly looking for.

“I just… I didn’t want him getting upset.”

“Wrong. I think you didn’t want me to tell him that you didn’t close that door right away.” He grabs the back of your chair with the hand that was confining your wrist, and leans it on the back two legs so he’s looking down directly into your eyes. “I think you didn’t want me to tell him how much you liked it.”

“You don’t know that.” It comes out much softer than you intended.

“Don’t I?” He raises his eyebrows and speaks with a knowing tone that sounds way too confident for your taste.

You flinch when the knife moves, but it leaves your face and instead slips carefully under the straps of the clothing still clinging to your body, still barely dried at all. He cuts through them at both shoulders and straight down middle, pulling the pieces from your body in a hurry. Fighting him would just prove fruitless, so you stay silent and let him finish.

Next he goes for the waistband of your skirt, effortlessly slicing through the fabric like it was made of paper. You hang your head when he removes it and try to close your legs as much as your restraints will allow.

“No panties, I see. Were you expecting something?”

“It’s a matching set, I couldn’t find the bottoms.” You avoid eye contact, looking for any bit of relief you can get.

“You mean, these?” He fishes a small bundle of fabric from his pocket and tosses it onto the table. It unravels on impact, revealing to you the red lace panties that you were hoping would end up on Jake’s floor tonight. “Sorry I forgot to return them in time, but I can pay my late fee.”

You were so unprepared for this level of shock that he’s rendered you frozen, head spinning in search of an explanation for how he could have possibly gotten his hands on them - but nothing is making sense amongst your frenzied thoughts.

“Where did you get those?” You try to remain stone-faced so as to not let him feed off the fear coursing through you.

“I have my ways - it’s not important.” He smiles evilly, obviously enjoying this more than he should be.

“No, it is important. How did you get them?” Your eyes are glued to the lace as realization sets in - the realization that Josh’s delusion is much more dangerous than you originally thought.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”

“Jesus fucking christ, Josh. Be fucking straight with me, right the fuck now. You owe me that at least.”

“Why? What are you scared of?” He grins like he already knows what you're thinking, and you think he just might. You’re not expecting it when he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers, making you twitch under the touch. It’s more surprising to you that he was able to restrain himself for as long as he did.

You’re connecting the dots in your head. It makes sense now. What you thought was a bloody cloth he was holding in the bathroom was actually a pair of your panties. You’d worn those panties just a few days prior for a Christmas party, and you intentionally washed them to be ready for tonight. They should have been in your drawer ready to go where you know you put them, but at some point in the last 48 hours, Josh took them from your home with the knowledge you’d be expecting to wear them again. Not only that, but he knows, to a degree of unknown certainty, that the image of him has been playing on a non-stop loop in your head.

“You were in my house?” you ask, already so sure of his crime that it sounds more like a statement than a question.

“You really ought to start locking your bedroom window.” His grin grows wider as he watches light bulbs turn on in your head.

“…And it wasn’t just one time.” You’re just processing your thoughts out loud now. For him to be so sure of himself that he feels confident enough to kidnap you, he had to have snuck in on more than one occasion.

He throws the knife behind him and it clunks loudly against the china as it lands somewhere on the table. He grabs your neck just under the jaw and forces you to look at him.

“What if I told you I've been in your house so much that I know your deepest darkest thoughts?” His voice is deep, desperate, and deranged. “I know what you talk about on facetime with your friends and I know what you ask Jake to do to you in the heat of a moment. I even know exactly when you’re about to cum based on the sound of your-“

“Stop.” He’s trying to break you - he’s showing all his cards trying to get you to bend to his will, and it’s working.

“Does it make your pretty cunt wet thinking about me watching your every move from inside the safety of your own home? What if I told you I snuck in and touched myself while I watched you sleep? Does it make you tingle?” He’s so close you can smell the crisp mint of his mouthwash, and see the pores dotting his golden skin.

“Stop it!” You curse the chills you get when his words reach your eardrums, tickling something primal in you that hasn’t been touched in much too long.

“You’re just as fucked up as I am, princess. I've heard what you talk about on facetime with your friends and I know what you ask Jake to do to you. I know you’re a dirty little slut who wants to be forced to her knees.”

You’re filled with shame thinking about how much he’s been witness to. You’ve confided in your friends about things you wouldn’t dream of telling Jake. All your kinkiest fantasies, the things you’ve said while swooning over celebrities, everything you wish Jake would do that you’re too scared to ask for - Josh heard it all.

Not only had he heard it - he heard it and he liked it.

Then it hits you… Josh was so worked up thinking about all the depraved fantasies that could be swirling around your noggin that he was going to spill his load for you right then and there. There’s no way he could’ve possibly waited until he got home to fill his head with your scent.

But why would he do that if he had plans to kidnap me later…

“You left the door unlocked on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” He smirks.

“You wanted me to see you because you thought I would like it.”

“And I bet you like it so much more now that you know what I was thinking about. You’ve been thinking about me since it happened, haven’t you?”

You want to say no. You want to refuse him and spit in his face, but something is stopping you. Maybe it’s the desire deep inside you, but it’s probably his hand that’s been creeping up your thigh.

“Don’t think I can’t see how you’ve been squirming in that seat. Come on, baby. Kiss me.”

He leans in to kiss you and kneads your soft flesh in his hand for good measure. When his lips collide with yours, you don’t give in immediately. You feel yourself start to soften to him, the moderately chapped quality of his pillowy lips doesn’t offend you, and you feel yourself giving in. That’s when sirens sound off in your brain.

Instinctively, you push him away.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this…

“Dammit, y/n!” He winds his hand back as if he means to strike you, but when you wince away from him he spins around and punches the air. “You can’t hide from me! You can’t hide from who you are, so what are you running from?! Just give yourself to me!”

“I can’t!” you scream back at his sudden outburst. It looks as though he’s snapped, pacing the room back and forth with his head in his hands in his version of a tantrum. He pulls at his hair by the roots as he processes some sort of inner turmoil. You thought you’d seen the last of scary Josh, but yet again, you were wrong.

He paces the room once more before turning back to the knives laid out on the table. He pursues them quickly, hovering his hand over each one before settling on the same one he started with - a mid-sized hunting knife with a smooth wooden handle.

“You can, you’re just scared of what our dear mutual friend would have to say about it.” He stares down at the knife, adjusting his grip around it.

Your lower lip begins to quiver at the thought of what he actually might say if he really knew how you felt. He might have an inkling of your lust for him since the incident, but as far as he was concerned you belonged to him - mind, body, and soul. Would he be angry? Broken? Would he ever speak to you again?

He takes your face in his hands, sandwiching the handle against your cheek so the blade glides into your hair. The sound of it scraping against the strands makes you shiver from your nose to your toes. “I know what you want, baby. Give it up.”

“I don’t think I can, Josh… but I want to.” There's a real apology in your voice. You can see on his face just how much restraint he’s harnessing, either to keep from hurting you or taking advantage of you - though you’re sure they’re not mutually exclusive in his mind.

“He isn’t going to find out, princess. Don’t you think it’s about time you indulge a little?” He sprinkles a giggle over the end of his rhetorical question. You’d probably find his sentiment rather cute if it wasn’t followed by another drastic switch in his demeanor - he grabs the edge of the table and shoves it, toppling it over to the side, everything on it crashing to the floor. Glasses and plates shatter on impact, creating an ear splitting noise, and you curse him silently for nearly giving you whiplash with his two-faced tendencies. You’re about to yell at him when you see he’s made room to pull up his chair directly in front of yours, so close that when he sits he has to spread his legs wider than yours to keep your knees from touching. “I want you to touch yourself for me.”

“W-what?” You were not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“Touch yourself… nice and slow. It’s only fair.” He leans his elbows on his knees and taps the knife against your bare thigh. Your hands begin to move toward your center before jerking back slightly in a breath of uneasiness. “Don’t get shy on me now, I’ve seen how you open up for him.”

You already know that he’s being serious - this exact scenario is one you’d talked about with Jake once that ultimately got shot down, but you search his eyes anyway. All that’s there is raw, unbridled lust, whirring around in his eyes like hurricanes made of desperation. Not a flicker of apprehension, or pity - nothing that makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed as you usually would.

Slowly, like you’re trying not to spook a feral animal, you lower one hand to your clit and rub tight circles over it. There’s already a great amount of wetness creeping up your slit, making all of your movements extra sweet on the sensitive bud. When you slide one finger farther down to meet your entrance, it squelches as it slips inside, evidencing to you both that you’re more turned on than you realized. His eyes widen and a hum comes from low in his throat. You’re too pleased with how much he’s enjoying you to suppress the smile that comes to your lips.

You continue to tease yourself, sliding your one finger out far enough to circle your clit a few more times before returning to your warm embrace. The combination makes you moan, but you don’t stifle it in favor of watching the erection grow in Josh’s pants until he reaches for his belt. You reward him with another moan when he pulls out his cock and rolls his fist over it for the second time tonight.

It really is very similar to Jake’s, more than you’d care to admit. Thick, smooth, and mushroom-tipped - it’s easier to appreciate at this distance how gorgeous it is.

I wonder if they taste similar, too.

The thought shocks you a bit, but you let it live. A variety of other intrusive thoughts make their presence known now that you’ve moved on to a place of acceptance. One in particular feels especially promising…

I wonder how worked up I can get him.

Eager to earn more reactions from him, you dial up the sultry factor. Your free hand comes up to cup your breast, kneading it between your fingers and squeezing it against its counterpart. Your back arches slightly, sending a roll through your body, and you bite your lower lip as a cherry on top.

His jaw drops as he watches you make a fool out of him. It’s nice to be admired in this way you’ve never been admired before, but it does amuse you how easily he became putty in your hands with a bat of your eyelashes.

“You gonna stare all night?” You snicker as you tease him, and he falls to his knees in front of you at your thinly veiled invitation. Cock still in hand, he leaves a trail of kisses up your calf to your knee where he rests his head. You let him stay there gawking at the drawn out movements of your hand against your pussy. His hips rut into his fist, and you can tell he’s sped up his strokes based on the movement of his arm. Though his stamina does impress you, part of you worries he might be nearing his end - and another, more confusing part of you, wants to keep that from happening just yet.

“Josh-“ you coo at him, begging with his name.

“Shh, don’t stop. Play with that pretty clit a little more for me.”

You roll your eyes but do as he says, focusing your attention on babying the bundle of nerves. Tension in your abdomen builds towards a steadily approaching orgasm, but it plateaus when he raises his first two fingers to his lips, and parts them. He wets the digits in his mouth, relinquishing them once he deems them ready to find their way to your entrance. You let him do so, happily - savoring the precious look on his face when he curls his fingers into your sweet spot and your walls tighten around him. He looks as though he could cum right there on the oak flooring.

“Fuck, baby… it’s like you were made for me,” he says through bared teeth, clenched like it’s the only thing holding onto his composure.

You let your head loll back slightly to enjoy the expert technique of his fingers paired with yours, until you hear shuffling around on the floor below. His knife had been set down, almost entirely forgotten by you, but now that it’s back in play it has your full attention. He withdraws his hand, replacing it with his toy of choice.

You stop your movements and grab his hand, stopping him from advancing any farther. He glances up at you momentarily and, for the first time all night, he sounds like himself again when he softly says, “It’s okay.”

You loosen your grip so he can continue, but don’t let go entirely out of abundance of caution. Electricity buzzes in your tingling core, building anticipation for the horrifying yet thrilling sensations he’s about to put you through. He continues gliding the steel up your inner thigh before turning the knife in his hand and teasing the blunt end of the handle into the pool of your wetness.

This fantasy is one he’d thought of all on his own, you’d never alluded to something like it, but it excites you more than anything you could’ve dreamt up alone. You love how he makes you feel, and you want to hate yourself for it, but how could you hate yourself for something that feels so good?

A map of goosebumps arises as he runs the butt of the knife closer to your opening, and a chill ripples across them when he finally pushes inside you. The stretch is delicious, causing your clit to twitch when your body instinctively tries to pull it farther in. His tongue flicks out of his mouth, rolling in the air miming the way he would run it over your skin if he weren’t so mesmerized by your pink lips swallowing up the handle of his beloved weapon. He can’t seem to look anywhere else as he pulls it all the way out before shoving it back in as far as it will go, and he repeats the motion. “Who makes you feel good, baby? Who fucks you like the dirty slut you are? Tell me.”

Your grip tightens on his arm again, this time digging your nails into his skin as your mouth falls open to moan his name. Your reactions happen of their own volition, coming naturally to you without much thought. “Oh, Fuck. Josh.. you do. ”

“You want me inside now, don’t you?”

“I want-“

A bright light flashes through the window and pulls you out of the moment before you can fully finish the thought.

“Fuck.” He bolts to his feet at the speed of light, forcing his still-hard cock back into his pants as well as he can, wincing at the pain of bending it while still rock-solid.

Josh stands with his back to you facing the door in a defense position. You curl up in a ball behind him.

“What do we do?” Your elevated pitch indicates you’re panicking at the thought of being caught in such a compromising situation - hoping and praying that Josh doesn’t let whoever it is inside. Truly they won’t know just how easily you gave in to temptation, but they’ll see the look of guilt on your face and smell it hanging in the air. It’s practically painted across your skin in blood.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He does his best to soothe you and reaches out for your hand to give it a quick reassuring squeeze “It’s probably nothing.”

The sound of a car door slamming and gravel crunching under boot fall comes a second later.

“Josh?! I know you’re here, open the fucking door.” Just one pair of boots and one voice - Jake came alone.

“I told you not to come here.” You hardly recognize Josh’s voice anymore, he sounds like a completely different person. A person who’s doing their best not to lose their shit.

Jake says something else that you can’t quite make out through his mumbles, but it doesn’t matter because right then the lock clicks open and in he comes.

“What are you doing here?”

“Took Sam’s car. I had a feeling something was wrong when you didn’t just take her home, looks like I was right.” Jake moves to step around Josh, but he moves with him to continue body-blocking.

“This isn’t what we agreed, Josh. You were supposed to be careful with her.”

What?

“I was careful!” Josh defends, fists clenched at his sides.

“Then what the fuck is this?!” Jake points to the suspicious looking tools still on the table with the spilled wine. “Are you fucking torturing her?!”

“Jake.. I’m okay-“ you try to interject, you hate it when they fight, even now. It’s unnatural.

“No! Of course not... Well, nothing serious. I just had to keep her in line! I would never hurt her, Jake.” Josh hesitates for a moment, allowing Jake to peer around him at you before Josh takes a staggered breath and blurts out, “I love her.”

“Bullshit, you love her. You don’t kidnap and torture the people you love. Get a fucking grip.” Jake loses his patience at the admission and puts his hands on his brother, shoving him out of the way like a heavy curtain. Josh catches himself with his hands, but ends up on the floor while Jake drops to his knees in front of you. He immediately takes your face between his palms so he can assess what damage has been done, asking you almost absentmindedly if you’re in any pain while he does so.

“Wait, don't take her.” Josh grabs his shoulder and attempts to pull him away from his task, but Jake shakes him off easily. “Jake, stop! Please, please don’t take her from me.”

“I gave you more than you deserved and you took advantage of her.” Jake sneers.

“You don’t get it, she likes it! She wanted me to! If you’d just listen to her -”

This is all starting to be too much for you, trying to process so much information at once. You worry a panic attack might be brewing, or you could shut down altogether.

“You don’t get to tell me what she does and doesn't want. End of discussion.” He begins working on gently peeling off the tape still stuck to your wrists and ankles.

“You did this?” you whisper, just loud enough for Jake to hear.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t know it was gonna go this far.” Jake mumbles and looks up at you with pained eyes so tender you don’t know whether to yell at him or cry to him. He snags a faux fur from the bed and drapes it over your shoulders. “We’ll talk about it later. I’m taking you home.”

You know him well enough to recognize when he’s telling the truth, so you allow him to wrap his arms under your knees and around your back so he can lift and cradle you out to the waiting car.

“Y/n, please, you have to tell him!” Josh trails behind you, pleading with you over Jake’s shoulder.

“Fuck off, Josh,” Jake barks without so much as a backward glance.

He sets you carefully in the passenger seat and reaches across you to buckle your seatbelt for you before taking his place in the driver's seat. As Jake backs out of the gravel drive, Josh stands watching in the open doorway. Bright red streaks are visible on his arms, even from this distance you can tell where you scratched him. He looks so defeated standing there watching Jake whisk you away. You - the alleged love of his life. You’re not sure what it is inside of you that's making you feel almost sorry for him. Regardless of how conflicted you feel, you decide to raise your hand just high enough for him to see it, and wave goodbye.

His head lifts when he sees your gesture, an indiscernible expression flickers across his face. In return, he blows a kiss in your direction just as Jake turns onto the main road and drives away.

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Endless Summer: Josh Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part Three

description: you and sammy have been best friends since you were kids, and being around his family was the norm your entire life. when invited to a trip to their family lake house during the summer, you find yourself spending more time with his brother than your best friend. and, one thing has been clear your entire friendship: brothers are off limits.

warnings for this series: alcohol and marijuana usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 7.5k

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The next two days consisted of more physical activity than the prior week. One of the only things you all hadn't filled your time with was a hike, so slotting those into your guys' mornings every once in a while would ensure keeping boredom away.

The morning after the second day, your muscles were beyond sore, barely letting you move from your mattress. It was as if you had fully sunken into the sheets, enveloped in the silk cloth and held hostage willingly by your exhausted body. Your eyes flickered open only for a moment, until realizing that sleep was the only thing that kept you from the aching sensation that ran throughout your legs.

Once you flipped over to the best of your ability, you tapped your phone screen and read the time: 8:30 AM. You exhaled deeply while the back of your hand rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and figured a soak would do your body justice.

And your assumption of just that proved itself to be true once you worked up the strength to maneuver yourself to the bathroom and strip from your clothes. If you had to push yourself through one more day of hiking, you had to soothe your muscles to the best of your ability. Although a slight wince escaped your lips as your toes dipped into the icy hot water, you just continued to clench your jaw and fully submerge yourself in the tub and felt relaxation wash over your whole being.

Whether or not a cold bath would've been more fitting for the current state of your body, that wasn't on your mind. The heat that steamed off the water and created a spa-like aroma was soothing enough, so you just lolled your head back and let your eyes rest shut.

But relaxation can only last for so long, especially if you're trying to achieve it in a house full of boys. Whistling rang throughout the upstairs, along with small steps to accompany the melodic blowing. You were unsure of who was awake, but Sam usually woke up before his brothers, so you ditched another ten minutes of soaking and slipped on the first things you could find in your suitcase.

Your head poked out of your bedroom with your hand finding its way to undo the lazy up-do you had worn to keep your hair from getting wet. But looking down the hallway, left and right, no one had made their appearance known. Sam's bedroom door was shut, and there was no sight of the twins.

Stepping out of your room, you quietly made your way down the stairs and the whistling ran through your ears again. It was coming from outside, and your curiosity led you to open the back door and follow it without thought.

To your surprise, Josh had his hands pressed flat behind him on the ground, propping his body weight onto them and swaying his head from side to side as he continued the melody. The warm wind hugged your body but sang through yours and his hair, and you watched from afar as the curls he spent hours perfecting just defying the position they were supposed to stay in. Your calves did argue with your body to hold you up but propping yourself on the side of the lake house seemed to be beneficiary to the calls from your tense legs.

Josh's whistling faltered, and his head turned over his shoulder. With squinted eyes, his face lit into a content smile, and he returned to overlooking the mountains that contained the lake you all enjoyed.

"Thought I heard someone." He kept his focus in front of him as he spoke. "Surprised to see you up so early."

"Me? I'm surprised to see that you're the first one awake." You repositioned yourself on the exterior of the house, with your back pressed onto it instead of your shoulder and upper arm. "Figured it was Sam out here."

"Are you disappointed?" He let his words sink into sticky air before turning his head to find your expression, and through squinted eyes, he saw you roll your eyes and huff a laugh. Your reaction only let his infectious grin fully display itself and turn back to the scenery. "Glad to know you don't have favorites, y/n."

"Don't tell your brother." You joined Josh on the grass with your legs extended in front of you and resting on your elbows. The temperature of the grass alone allowed you to adjust to the heat that was quickly rising with the sun, but not at its full high.

With the same scrunched expression, you shielded your eyes with your hand and looked to Josh, who had mastered a relaxed face despite being almost directly blinded by the sun. "You excited for another day of hiking?"

Josh tilted his head down, which casted a shadow over your eyes and reduced your scrunched face into a normal state. "My legs tell me no, but I know the view will be worth the pain." His curls slightly shook with the movement of his head as he spoke - always animated. "What about you?"

"My legs are killing me, to be honest. Might stay here while you guys go."

"And do what? Nothing?"

"Possibly. Or go down to the lake on my own. Haven't figured it out yet." You gave him a shrug, removing your eyes from his and looking out into the mountains.

"Well, I'd like it if you went with us." His eyes lingered on you, which was a nonverbal cue for you to look back up to him. "Just think about it, alright? And, if you don't want to go, I don't mind staying back with you to keep you company - if you'll have me."

You gave him a singular nod, mouthing, "okay" before you looked off into the distance and tilted your chin down enough to examine the trees that lined the waters in the small canyon of mountains.

You and Josh basked in the silence, interrupted once or twice by the whistling wind or the birds singing their infamous tune, but it didn't bother either of you. There was something comforting about the silence held between you and Josh; feeling as if there is no need to speak because each other's company was just enough. But although the world was quiet, your mind wasn't.

You remembered that Sam would be awake soon, and you didn't want his morning to be started off with a view of you outside with Josh. Whether he relaxed his feelings about your friendship with Josh, or just learned not to show them as much, you knew it bothered him, nonetheless. So, you left Josh quietly and made your way up to Sammy's bedroom, clinging onto the railing to drag your legs up each step that seemed to be more painful than the one before.

You left a few soft knocks on the door, and with no response, you cracked the door slightly to see your best friend still sound asleep laying on his stomach.

Hushed snores rumbled against his pillows as you tiptoed around the bed and crawl into the other side. Even your movements didn't stir his sleep, which didn't surprise you, so you pressed your palm onto his bare back and spoke his name.

After you shook his body a few times, he sharply inhaled, pushing his body up and whipping his head towards you. When his eyes allowed him to make out the figure in front of him, he was satisfied to see it was you.

"I was sleeping, y'know?" He relaxed his head back onto the pillow and turned away from you.

"Shh, you've woken me up plenty of times. I get a turn, right?"

Sam hummed, rotating his body and letting his eyes flutter shut again. "What time is it?"

"9:30. Not too bad of a time to start your day." Your hands ran through his knotted hair and brushed the stray pieces back behind his ear.

"Guess it's nice of you to have woken me up." He leaned his head into your touch. "Anyone else awake?"

You had to make a quick decision of whether or not to tell Sam that you had just gotten back from hanging out with Josh, or to just say you were just leaving your bedroom for the day. But, without knowing if Josh would say something about this morning, you figured telling Sam the truth was the best decision.

"Yeah, uh, Josh is. Heard him outside when I was taking a bath. So, I joined him for a bit after I got changed and talked with him." Your face slightly squinted as if you were trying to reflect any puncture, but to your surprise, Sam just nodded.

"He's awake?"

"I know! I was surprised to see him, too." You continued to toy with his hair. "Think he's still out there."

"Well, then that means neither of you have eaten yet." He said with a grunt, pushing himself off the mattress and hopping out of the bed. If you and him hadn't been friends for so long, seeing him in his briefs would cause a lot of discomfort on your end. "Do you have any preferences on breakfast?" He slipped into a loose pair of joggers.

"Preferably not limited to vegan." You shrugged.

Sam rested his hands on his hips, tapping at the bones with his pointer fingers. "Well, I guess I'll need some help then if I'm making a grand meal, huh?"

"Sam, I'm not a cook. Can't you recruit your brother?" You said in reference to Jake, who you had known to love cooking since he was little.

Although Sam sighed in defiance, he rolled his head towards the door and his body followed, leaving you to follow him downstairs and into the kitchen.

Jake was already awake, sitting on the couch and absent-mindedly scrolling through his phone when Sam discussed the plan of the first meal of the day with him. He just nodded, waiting for Sam to fully leave the room before he stood up, passing you by with a light smile and tousling the hair on top of your head. While you flattened your hair out, Josh had entered the room quietly, and joined his brothers.

Josh barely helped with the meal, just handing them things they asked for or mixing whatever concoction Jake had whipped up. You just rested your chin on the back of the couch as you watched them all work together, noticing how their work dynamic never really changed from when they were kids. You figured their arguing would lessen, or their teamwork would improve, but they still had hints of their old ways. It was special to see them act as if time never passed, and they were still the same normal guys that you grew up with in Frankenmuth.

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Over breakfast, Jake had mentioned staying another week or two at the lake house, admitting he's missed the second home more than he's realized and doesn't want to let the feeling of serenity go just yet. They all agreed with hums, mouths stuffed full of food, and their eyes landed on you. You were the only one who didn't follow their course of plans, so your decision mattered. Jake had said there was no pressure staying, but you insisted that you were enjoying yourself and the time spent with them, to which they all smiled gratefully to you that you chose to stay longer. However, you did mention that after today, you wouldn't want to take another hike, and Jake hummed in agreement.

After breakfast, you helped the three of them clean up the multitude of dishes they compiled while making the grand meal. You stook to the sink and washed the dishes thoroughly, then handing them to Josh, who dried them. Although there was a dishwasher that could make the job easier, there was something sentimental about making the one-man job into a two or three-man job. Sam only stuck around for so long when helping put away the dishes, until he ran off to take a shower. Jake, who helped you wash the plates and bowls for a few, chose to clean the pans instead and then leaving to get ready for the day himself.

Then there was just you and Josh... again. You swore you promised yourself you wouldn't stick yourself in situations as such that would leave you and Josh alone. Sam seemed to have gotten his feelings about your friendship with his brother under control, and that didn't help. Sam was like a barrier that did annoy you at some points with his aggravation of the platonic relationship between Josh and you, but it helped to keep your feelings sunk into the back of your mind and hopefully forgotten about.

Sure, it didn't help either that Josh came into your bedroom nightly to spend time with you but talking helped keep your thoughts at bay. It's not like you minded hanging around Josh, since he exuded the closest feeling to euphoria you could get. But it was easier to be upset about Sam getting in the way than for him to fully step away and let yours and Josh's relationship take its course.

You didn't let the guilt override your positive mind, and just took a few glances at Josh every now and then when he was putting a dish away or drying them off. His focused face was quite adorable, and not a part of you felt ashamed for thinking that. You chose for at least today to let yourself think or say whatever you want to in your mind about him, since it was the only place that was trustworthy enough to hold such a secret.

His eyes flicked at you once, or at least to your knowledge, and quickly shot his eyes down to the white mug he was drying.

"Were you ever taught that staring was rude?" He teased you with a smile, earning him a bump into his shoulder from your elbow.

"Were you ever taught about sunscreen? Your cheeks are red."

Josh just simply shook his head with a grin that only raised at the right corner of his mouth, taking a few steps to open the wooden cabinets to place the cup into its original spot and returning to your side.

"They always get burnt, no matter how much sunscreen I put on. It's annoying, y'know? Have to walk around looking like a fucking tomato." His hands flew to motion to his face, returning back onto the counter and waiting for you to hand him the next dish. "With that being said, have you decided whether or not you'll be joining us today?"

You placed the small plate into Josh's hands, fiddling with the next bowl and running it under the hot sink water as you thought about the proposition. "Haven't really thought about it to be honest. I'll probably go for the sake of not having to explain myself."

"Well, today's trail is the shortest one. And it overlooks this beautiful forest. You'll enjoy it, I promise." His hand patted your back. "And, if your legs go numb, I'm sure one of us can carry you back down."

"I think one of you will need to carry me the whole way." You giggled, to which Josh returned a light chuckle.

Leaving Josh in the kitchen, you got yourself ready for the day and mentally prepared yourself for the hike. Although you enjoyed the activities and spending time with the boys, your legs were telling you that you should stay in and ditch them. But something interesting always comes out of the day when you're with them, so sucking it up was your best option.

Dressing yourself in a light tank top and a pair of denim shorts, you threw on your tennis shoes and stumbled your way down the stairs, gripping onto the railing with each step you took.

Two bottles of water were laid on the island, to which you chose to grab your own and assumed the boys had claimed those two as their own.

"All ready?" Sam popped into the kitchen, joining you at the fridge.

"Yeah, you?" You closed the fridge door, setting your water bottle on the counter and crossing your arms once you rested your back against it.

"Yeah. Think they're still getting ready, but I've been waiting about 10 minutes." His eyes flicked down at his watch. "Can't wait to do nothing tomorrow."

"Couldn't agree more. Maybe me and you can go out and do something. Just us."

His lips curled into a smile, nodding in agreement at your words. "I'd like that. What would we do?"

"Depends. There's not much to do here, but whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be fun." You took your water bottle off the counter, bouncing it between your hands. "You don't think they'd be upset if we didn't invite them?"

"I'm sure they'll want to go do something on their own, so I doubt they'll feel left out." He opened the fridge, grabbing his own water and shutting the door swiftly. "We haven't had much time alone together. We've got some time to make up for it."

"It's hard when you're constantly on the road and I'm stuck here." You brought your inner cheek into your teeth as your lips turned into a frown. You didn't want him to feel guilty for traveling, or the fact that you and him rarely spent time together. It wasn't his fault that he had a career that called for constant travel. "Just wish you had more time home, that's all."

He rested against the counter across from you, folding his arms as he spoke. "As much as I like touring, I wish I got to stay here more. You don't realize how much you miss home until you come back. I mean, yeah, I get homesick, but it's worth it when I get to come home."

"You've got to have a favorite place you've been to, right? I mean, if I got to travel as much as you, I would be revisiting the places I liked the most."

"We try to hit the best spots that we come across on tour." Josh said from across the room, strutting into the kitchen and joining the conversation. "My personal favorite was probably France. Lovely language; French."

"Eavesdropping in on our conversation?" Sam pushed himself off the counter with a grin splattered on his face.

"Don't talk in a public room if you don't want me joining." Josh mimicked Sam's smile and gestured at his brother with his pointer finger.

Sam just gave him a weak shrug before leaving you two, saying he was checking on Jake after he gave you a pat on your shoulder.

Josh joined you at your side. "What's the best place you've been to, travel-wise?"

"I haven't been out of the country before, so I'd probably say California, which is a basic answer," you admitted, turning your head to him, "but Paris sounds nice. Oh, or London."

"Been to both." Josh gave you a cocky smirk, wiggling his head and straightening his posture. You pushed his shoulder and watched him laugh with a toothy expression. "Maybe I'll take you someday."

You shook your head with a puzzled expression. "Just you and me?"

"I meant when you come on tour with us, if you ever do, that is." His eyes averted to the cabinets in front of him before returning back to your eyes. "Or if you'd prefer an exclusive excursion with just me, I think I'd make the perfect tour guide."

You tilted your head back with a giggle. "I think you'd get us lost."

"Well, I think your expectations of me are too low. You're going to have to fix that if you want to travel with us one day." He positioned his body facing you, resting his hand on the counter beside him.

"You've got some time to prove yourself. Still time to change my mind, Josh." The corners of your lips fell into a downturned smile. And, with the muscles in your face moving so much into that joyful expression, you realized how much your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. It didn't help that the blood quickly rose to your cheeks and flushed them to a bubblegum pink.

"I'll take that challenge gratefully." He gave you a singular nod with a comical smile and wink before grabbing his water bottle and walking off to Jake's room.

You watched him leave and found Jake and Sam meeting him halfway, sharing a few words before they all announced that they were ready to go.

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True to Josh's words, the trail was quite short, so your muscles decided not to give out on you just yet. And, even better, the view was beautiful. The slightly cool breeze whistled through your hair and the leaves of the trees that rested below the hill you four stopped at.

Josh took the liberty to snap a few photos of everyone, a few of himself, and plenty of the view that stood before you four. You couldn't help but watch his eyes light up at the view, seeing him discuss with his brothers how nothing beats the atmosphere of home. His joy for life and everything that surrounded him was contagious, and you couldn't help but feel warm and comfort from the energy that radiated off of him. His wide smile that reached his eyes and created wrinkles at the sides, his animated movements when he spoke or how he deeply examined everything that stood below him and that rested above him. How he felt no shame in just sitting near the edge of the cliff, seemingly trying to meditate, but he was just taking everything in and trying to be one with the environment.

You considered joining him, but you chose not to when Sam pulled you into a conversation with Jake. Josh was just in his own world, appreciating life even if the activity of the day was a small one. You'd say it from time and time that you admired his outlook on life, and aspired to think the way he did. Appreciate things the way he did. See things the way he did. Loved things the way he did. He was always an inspiration to you in the way you should live your life everyday as if it were your last, and just live in the moment.

And that's all you thought about during the hike. You tried to respond to his brothers when they asked you a question, or the conversation grew quiet and you decided to add something or give them your input, but your mind was somewhere else. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing that you loved the way Josh loved the world, but it was a bad thing that you loved the way Josh loved. You had gotten yourself back to square one, and digging yourself out of that hole was going to take longer than you pictured. Because, no matter what he did, he always knew the right things to say or do. It's like he could read your mind, or just knew you more than you knew yourself. And that's another thing you loved about Josh.

And loving those things about Josh was one thing, but loving him, was another.

You four decided after an hour or so that it was best to head back for lunch, so you all made your way down the trail and headed back towards the lake house. While Jake offered to make lunch and started before anyone had any input, you decided on a quick shower to wash off the sweat that accumulated on your body from the hike. Stepping into the cool water felt nice on your sunburnt shoulders, so you let the water run off your back for a few moments as you faced the wall in front of you.

Once you were satisfied with scrubbing your body and your head of hair long enough, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped your towel around your bare body as you ran your brush through your wet hair.

A few knocks tapped at your door, and you peaked your head through the bathroom door.

"Who is it?" You questioned with your ears tuned to any sounds that came from behind the door. When waiting for a response and receiving none, you made your way to the door and opened it.

Josh stood at your door, eyes immediately shooting to your white towel before looking at you with his lips curled into a quizzical grin.

"Lunch outfit?"

"Ha, ha, very funny," you rolled your eyes, "just got out of the shower."

"Didn't quite get that from the towel. Thanks for clarifying, though." He shot you a wink. "Food's ready by the way."

"Thanks. I'll be down in a second." You nodded with a quick flash of a smile, then shutting the door on Josh and let your towel fall to the ground.

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After you all ate lunch and the rest of the day consisted of simple relaxation around the house, Jake came into your room and said that you all were going to watch the sun set around the fire. It had been a few days since you all sat around the firepit, so you gratefully walked with him outside of the cabin and noticed that Josh and Sam were already in their chairs with beers accompanied in their hands.

Sam stood from his chair and embraced you before letting you sit down, handing you a beer after you sat crisscross in the seat.

The routine was the same as it always was: Jake playing a few songs, Sam talking to you about whatever it is he had to say, and then you all splitting off into the cabin after the sun fully rested under the waters and the moon casted its glimmering light. You didn't mind the continuous formula that you all grew accustomed to doing, mainly because you enjoyed relaxation more than constantly being on your toes doing something. Especially since you were surrounded by the three of them, it made the activity that could be taken as boring into something interesting.

And you could say you enjoyed the ritual more because you knew Josh would be joining you for a bit afterwards. It didn't matter that you two talked about nonsensical topics, it was just his presence that made everything feel better. Even if you both smelled of smoke and amber and it would've been best to wash it off, you both didn't care. You had come to enjoy the familiar scent.

He entered your room without knocking, figuring you were decent and just waiting for him to arrive, and he shut the door behind him and locking it.

He hopped onto your bed with a huff, looking at you with a soft smile and eyes that told you that he was thinking of something.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Josh?"

"I have an idea of something we could do instead of staying in here, even though I don't mind it."

You huffed out a laugh, looking away for a moment. "And what's that?"

"You can say no, by the way. No hard feelings," he crossed his hands over each other, "we take my Jeep and go down to the beach." He shrugged with a confident smile, proud of his plan.

"And do what?"

"What we always do: talk. We could swim, too. What else do you do at a beach?" He pretended to insult you with his question but couldn't keep a straight face, so he reserved to a sly smirk.

"Well, I don't know. I never know when it comes to you," you shook your head, "did you want to go now?"

"We can. Or we can sit in here for a bit if that's what you prefer."

You nodded with a hum, glancing at the mirror and then reverting your eyes back to his. "I've always got to choose, huh?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you like me to be a bit more assertive?" He cocked his head, his curls following his motions.

You rubbed your lips together. "Would be more helpful. You're always letting people decide things for you. Gotta put yourself and your needs before others."

Maybe you should take your own advice.

"I'm a people pleaser, what can I say? I enjoy doing things others want to do. We don't have to go the-."

"Josh, I want to go." You cut him off with a laugh. "Let's just head out now, alright?"

He gave you a singular nod and a smile, helping himself out of the bed and walking over to the door, waiting for you.

As you joined his side, he reached for the lock, but quickly halted his movements when the doorknob shook. His eyes widened, looking over to you, and seeing you were wearing the same shocked face.

"Y/n? You awake?"

You both mouthed "shit", turning your bodies frantically to figure out what move would be the best to make next. It's not like you could just open up the door with Josh at your side. Although Sam seemed to have his annoyance with you and Josh's friendship at bay, the door being locked wouldn't help with how his mind works. Anyone could assume the worst in that situation.

"Y-yeah, I am. One second!" You stammered as your eyes flashed from the door to Josh. You could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears, body flaming intensely as your fingertips began to shake.

"What do we do?" Josh mouthed to you, even though his voice was almost audible.

"I-I don't know." You whispered back, scanning your room and finding a solution. "The bathroom, go."

You pointed over to the door, and he looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"Wait, why can't he know I'm in here?" His voice raised into a whisper, and your heart rattled in your chest.

"Because my door is locked and you know how he feels about us hanging out, especially alone. Bathroom, go." You nodded over there, waiting for him to walk with quiet steps and shutting the door behind himself, taking a few moments to slow your breathing before opening the door with a smile.

"Why was your door locked? You never lock it." Sam pointed at your doorknob with furrowed brows.

"I was, uh, changing. And, knowing you, you never knock. Didn't want to risk it." You dragged the words out slowly, nodding and tapping at the doorframe.

"But you're wearing...never mind. I don't think I want to know," he chuckled, "just wanted to see if you wanted to go do something."

"Right now?" You turned your head to the window in your room. "What did you want to go do?"

"Dunno. I'm not tired just yet. Maybe go take a walk, or something." He gave you a shrug.

And here you were again having to choose between your best friend and Josh. You and Josh had made prior agreements to going out, but knowing that Sam wasn't tired, he was probably going to notice you were leaving. Your brain banged in your head as you tried to come up with a quick decision. Either way, you were going to feel guilty.

But you made a promise to yourself that Josh wouldn't get in the way of you and Sam's friendship. And Josh was also just your friend, so why would it matter?

"Yeah, sure. I'm going to finish changing. I'll be a second or two, alright?" You nodded quickly, shutting the door before Sam had the chance to speak.

You rested your back on the door, sprawling your hands onto the wood and exhaling deeply. Composing yourself quickly, you walked over to the bathroom and opened the door.

"Alright, he's gone." You nodded.

"You think we should wait it out, or?"

Your head fell to your feet as your stomach twisted with guilt. You had never seen Josh disappointed, and you didn't plan on seeing it. Not now, at least.

"I'm, uh, I'm actually going out with him for a bit."

"Oh," he pressed his lips together, "okay then. We'll just go on our little trip tomorrow."

"I'm really, really sorry, Josh. I feel terrible. I know you wanted to go and-."

"Why are you apologizing? I get it, it's okay." He gave you a reassuring smile and placed his hands on the sides of your arms. "Just gives me something to look forward to."

"Are you sure? Because I can just tell Sam I'm too tired or make up some lame excuse to get out of it."

"No, no. Go, I insist." He jerked your body forward, then back, and ran his hands up your arms before letting them fall to his sides.

Josh began to laugh, running his hands over his mouth to try and suppress the laughter.

"What's so funny?" You felt a smile creep onto your lips.

"Just thinking about if Sam saw me in here with you how ballistic he'd react. Think he'd kill me?" His laughter grew, and you tried shushing him, but he couldn't stop laughing.

So, your body reacted quickly, clapping your hand over his mouth and giving him a stern glare. His hand grasped onto your wrist in a swift reaction to your own actions. You peaked outside of the bathroom, then met his surprised eyes.

"It's not like we were doing anything, but you know how he is. Now, stop laughing before I kill you. I don't know how thin these walls are, but if he's out there, there's a good chance he can hear you." You whispered to him, slowly removing your hand from his face.

He was in a state of recollecting himself, but once finished, he let a smirk rest on his lips and ran his thumb over his bottom lip. "There are better ways to silence me than that, y/n."

"Well, you weren't keeping quiet, Josh. Now, shut up and wait a few to leave my room." You pointed at him with a stern face, then leaving him in the bathroom. You turned to him again. "And, shut the door. I'm changing."

He put his hands up in defense, closing the door and wiggling his fingers at you in a quiet goodbye.

You stripped off your clothing quickly, throwing on a pair of grey shorts and the first tank top you could find. You left your room after grabbing your phone, grateful that Sam wasn't waiting outside of you room for you, but in fact downstairs on the blue couch.

Sam's pupils shot up at you with a smile finding the corners of his eyes. He stood up and placed his hand on your back to guide you out through the back door.

As you two walked down the familiar trail that led to the lake below the lake house, silence echoed throughout the air. It had been a while since you two had genuinely spent time together without anyone's presence, and talking just wasn't on your mind. You just wanted to soak up the friendship you've held with Sam in the quiet atmosphere, although it was filled with an owl or two calling in the air and trees whispering in the wind.

You couldn't remember the last time you were with Sam in an area as such. You two sat near the lake, near enough to hear the waves trickle in a dance along the rocks at the shoreline. All you could do was just breathe in the same air as him and let your head fall back, eyes shut and giving yourself to the environment.

Your phone vibrated on the ground, and you unwrapped your arms from around your legs pressed against your chest to turn your device over.

Don't forget about our little secret trip to the beach tomorrow night. Goodnight, y/n. Hope Sam is keeping you good company.

You read the text from Josh with a smile, rereading it over twice before turning your phone off and looking over to Sam.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, just my mom saying goodnight." You nodded with your tongue pressed into your cheek. He pressed his lips together and looked off into the water, returning to his silent state. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just...thinking, that's all." A deep exhale fell from his lips. His eyes lifted to the sky, admiring the night sky lit up by glistening stars.

You pressed your cheek into your knee. "Penny for your thoughts?"

He pulled his eyebrows together, bringing his hand from behind him to massage the bridge of his nose. "Dunno. Just missed this, y'know? I don't get to see you as much, and it sucks. I don't like getting all sappy with you, but I've just been thinking about how much fun I've been having with you and all that." He gave you a weak shrug and glanced over to see your reaction had fallen softly into an admirable one, and kept his eyes held into yours.

"Yeah, it's so weird of you to share your feelings." Your eyes widened for a moment with a light giggle. "No, really, I've missed this too. It's not the same when you're gone. Get a little bored sometimes."

He gave you a single nod. "We used to hang out every night. Remember that?"

"How could I forget? Sam, you were pretty much there for everything. Think we hung out until our parents told us to get home, and until we got older, we just slept over at one of each other's houses and drove to school together." You reminisced in the memories that flooded into your brain.

"Can't believe you never got sick of me. I mean, you get pretty annoying sometimes, but-."

"Do not!" You swatted his shoulder. He huffed a laugh, shaking his head and looking back up to the sky.

The silence filled the air once again, and you two just enjoyed the comfort of that noise in itself. The sound of nothing was comforting, and although it wasn't eventful, you didn't mind it.

It was something that you had in common with Josh. But, letting Josh run through your mind was not something you were going to let happen, at least, not tonight. This moment was about you and your best friend, not his brother.

"Thanks for coming on this trip with us. I don't think I thanked you before, so." He gestured with his hand, then reserving it back behind himself.

"Thanks for inviting me. I was a bit nervous that I was going to be a bit bored. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with you guys, but, I don't know. Was kind of worried you guys changed after a year."

"A year is a long time, but we're still the same," he shrugged, "maybe Josh is a bit more loud."

You laughed at his comment, letting your mind wander only just for a moment to Josh, although you promised yourself you wouldn't think of him. But this was an acceptable time, so you allowed your thoughts to take over for a moment.

"He's a bit more talkative this time round. I mean, we've always been good friends, but he's actually making an effort to talk to me more. It's nice."

All Sam did was nod and kept his eyes locked into the sky. Reading him normally came easy to you, but you couldn't quite pick out how he felt about your words. He had seemed to cool down after a few weeks and become comfortable with you and Josh's friendship, but you knew deep down it still bothered him.

You were hesitant to speak. You tried to come up with a new topic, something that didn't involve his brother.

"Do you think you'll be back for my graduation?"

Sam's eyes shot down to you with a confused expression. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Dunno. Maybe you'd be on tour in late May, or something." You pressed your chin in between your knees and let your gaze relax into the lake.

"No, we'll be back. Don't worry, I'm not going to miss your graduation."

He brought you into his arms, letting you relax into his body. You hummed with delight and rested your head into his chest.

"You know I would hate you forever if you missed my graduation?" You said, causing his chest to rise with a laugh.

"Shut up. You can't hate me. I'm going to be around for the rest of your life."

"Sounds miserable." Another laugh rose in his chest.

"As much as I hate to admit it," he spoke with sarcasm laced on his tongue, "I care about you a lot. Gotta be here for you when I can, and as much as I can. Making up the time we lost when I was gone."

"This trip definitely helped. It's nice that we all decided to stay a few more weeks. But we're going to have to find new stuff to do."

"Unfortunately, there's not much to do in this town. But we always come up with random shit to do to pass time. Comes in handy after being on the road with the same people for months on end." His hand ran delicately along your spine.

"Yeah. Maybe we can take a drive somewhere? Go to Chicago or something." You lifted your head up.

"That's not a bad idea, although Chicago is a bit far. Detroit might be a better shot." He gave you an assertive nod with a grin, and you let your head rest into his chest.

His heartbeat drummed into your ear, comforting and warm on the side of your head as you laid in his arms. You and Sam never found being this close to each other to be uncomfortable or weird. It was just a normality in your guys' friendship. And you never disapproved of the action itself. It was something you often missed when he was gone. Although he was difficult with showing his emotions, you were someone that could always bring everything out of him. And that made you feel a bit golden, to be honest.

"I'm just glad we stay in touch when you're gone." You mentioned to him, exhaling the vulnerability that your words held. Truthful words that sunk into your friend's heart and tugged at the strings. Ones that made his heart race just enough for you to feel the change of the beat of his heart.

"Me too. Don't want to lose you, you know that?"

You lifted your head up again and gave him a singular nod to show him you understood. "You won't, I promise. Just, don't do anything stupid."

"Same goes for you, y/n." He tousled the hair that rested on top of your scalp.

And you knew what he meant when he told you that. You knew who he was referring to when he said that. The journey of burying your feelings for Josh was a treacherous one, but you hadn't finished it just yet. Your mind would make you believe that in some circumstance you could get Sam on board with idea and be okay with it. Maybe, just maybe, you could convince him.

But you knew there was no way to do that. Even if you were someone that Sam couldn't stay mad at, someone that could convince Sam of anything, that was the one thing he'd never be in agreement with you on. And you hated to admit it, but your feelings for Josh grew on this trip.

You were just good at masking them more.

"Mind heading back? Getting a bit tired." You unraveled yourself from Sam's arms.

"Yeah, sure." He said and pushed himself off the ground before lending his hands to you and helping you up from the rocks.

On the walk back, he began a small talk about the stars, something he was always fond of. He told you about things he learned about the galaxy that lit up the sky since he's been gone, things he's seen and picked up on his travels. It was one of the only things you never understood about him - his fascination with the stars, that is. But admiration for the world ran in the family, and he chose the night over the day as his pleasurable hobby. It was an escape from his daily life as a musician.

He even mentioned to you that in some places you can barely see them, which you knew, but you didn't let him know that. You liked seeing his eyes light up talking about this kind of thing, and seeing himself feeling accomplished when telling you something you didn't know or chose not to tell him that you did know.

Sam followed you up the stairs into the lake house, pulling you into a tight embrace before saying goodnight to you and leaving you to enter his own room.

The night had turned to be a memorable one, despite your wishes to have gone to the beach with Josh. You realized that your friendship with Sam was irreplaceable. It couldn't be found in anyone else. It couldn't be created with anyone else. So, with that in mind, it was going to be a bit easier easing your feelings of Josh out of your head and heart and returning your thoughts of him to purely platonic.

You still had the beach trip with him, but that could be a possible test for how you could control your thoughts and just letting things be the way they are. And that reminder was enough to help you sleep that night, mind cleared of any thought that dared to enter.

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gretavanlace · 2 years ago

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Stars Collide

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, adult themes, semi public sexual acts, dirty talk, pet names, digital penetration, etc.

First, special thanks to this ask who got my gears turning, I know it isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you love it all the same. Second, I asked for josh pics and ya’ll 👏 came 👏 through 👏 Thank you so much for taking the time to help out with my little request, you guys are the greatest! They were all incredible, but in the end @jakekiszkasbelly-button killed it with this stunning pic featuring a camera flare-halo that stole my heart. Just look at him!

Photo credit to the lovely @indigo-starcatcher

You wake with a start, eyes wide with drowsy confusion, and he thinks you’re adorable. Like a tiny baby bunny, startled in the brush by rustling leaves. It makes him want to scoop you up, to hold you cupped in his hands, safe from the world. To peer down at you and soothe your nerves softly. To pet you and marvel at your softness, your warmth….

It also makes him long to corrupt all that innocence. To strip it away down to the bones of what you’re really capable of. That wicked glint in your eye that appears when there’s no one to bear witness but him - he wants to see it.

“Josh?” Your voice is gritty with the impromptu slumber you’d fallen into after the show. Curled up like a cat in one corner of the couch in the corner of his dressing room. He hadn’t the heart to disturb you.

Instead, he’d lost the satin suit and showered, and was now slipped into something a little more pedestrian, scribbling lyrics and ideas upon the lined pages of his notebook, sipping from a glass filled with honey-laced whiskey.

He speaks softly, as is so often his way “I’m here, princess.”

Your gaze swings over to him, and he watches the tension leave your form and loves you just a little bit more. They way you find solace in his presence softens his heart indescribably.

“It’s so quiet.” You sigh, arms reaching for the ceiling in a dramatic, feline stretch. “Where is everyone? Did I sleep through the apocalypse?”

He laughs gently, eyes trained on the page where he’s finishing a rough sketch to present to wardrobe. You’re right to ask questions, he knows. Normally the energy backstage is electric before a show, and even more so after. Voices booming from all directions, golf carts grinding up and down the halls, equipment being dragged across concrete, shouts of congratulations and instructions. The rock and roll circus of live wire sound is easily tuned out as seasoned as you all are. Silence, on the other hand, is deafening.

“They’ve all gone back to the hotel.” He shrugs, setting everything aside in order to focus on you. He loves to watch you do anything, but witnessing you inch your way out of floating dreams deserves his full attention. “I told them we’d just call a car. Wanted to let you sleep.”

You shimmy your shoulders in a mock shudder. “This feels weird. It’s way too quiet.”

A smile that it feels like he can’t help, shapes his lips beautifully. You resemble a fallen angel, all wrinkled skirt and tangled hair, a groupie who just clawed her way out of the pit, disheveled and out of breath, all for him. “It is sort of weird, isn’t it?”

An idea lights his face up, urging an unsure giggle out of your sleepy chest before he’s even shared what he’s thinking.

“You want to go walk around a little? It’ll be like being at school after a play. Remember that? When the halls and classrooms were dark and it felt like you shouldn’t be there…when it felt like some strange, alien, terrain…remember?”

His enthusiasm is catching, “No, I don’t remember that…I wasn’t a theater nerd.” You toss a tasseled throw pillow at him and, in retaliation, he rises and grabs your hands, tugging you to your feet.

“That’s what’s wrong with you, my love.” He nudges you closer to your shoes and smooths out your clothes while you toe them on. “Too much time bouncing around in your little cheerleader uniform and not enough time down in the trenches with the drama club dreck.”

“I wasn’t a cheerleader and you damn well know it.” You roll your eyes with love and swing open the door to find the hall desolate and dimly lit. “You don’t think we’re completely alone in here, do you?”

“Nah,” he steps out behind you. “They’d kick us out before all that. But even if they missed us, there’d be security. Still, probably the closest to alone we’re ever gonna be.”

You spin around, grabbing up his hand tightly in both of yours…the spirited fire in your eyes lighting his own. “Let’s go check out the stage. Think anyone will stop us?”

“Pfft,” he scoffs, waving you off like he can’t believe you even said such a thing. “Do you have any idea who I am, princess?”

“Humble, aren’t you, Kiszka?” You kiss the air at him and trot off ahead in the wrong direction.

“Hey, Lewis and Clark?” He calls out smugly, “Stage is this way.”

“Look at all these seats,” you marvel, staring out at a sea of now empty chairs feeling nearly worshipful. An incredible talent stands beside you. Warm as the sun, and just as revered. You’d kneel at his feet, a peasant before her king, if it might please him…though he would likely despise it.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking the same thing about you. Wondering at your beauty, and how it threatens to steal the breath from his lungs, even in the shadows of the darkened arena. Loving you and your gorgeous soul. Adoring your light. You are an angel. His angel. His princess.

“You fill these seats,” you shake your head, amazed by him as if he’s brand new. “Ever think about that? You and your brothers, you fill these seats. It’s incredible what you guys do. I’ll never get enough of it.”

He sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. “You don’t get bored with it? Same show night after night? Rehearsal after rehearsal?”

“Same jokes…” you tease sweetly, “champagne, caviar, anyone?”

“Shut up,” he squeezes you with a quiet chuckle, “I haven’t used that one in a while. It’s a classic, though.”

“You look like a god, you know?” You’ve fallen hushed, picturing the way he shines, “Divine, a graven image come to life. Sometimes it’s like…it’s like I forget I even know you. You aren’t my Josh, how could that breathtaking spirit glittering under lights be mine? You’re magic.”

“Not to negate the poetry in which you’ve just showered me, but it makes my dick hard when you talk like that.” His lips have found the spot just below your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Yeah?” You’ve begun swaying along with him to some inaudible song it seems you both can hear. “Well, what doesn’t make your dick hard?”

“Hey!” He nips at the side of your throat in punishment. “I put it away for this tour.”

You gasp and tingle beneath his kiss, but hold fast to your footing. “Mmm-hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts. You’ll get tired of tucking. Plus, you like it when they look.”

Now, his arms have loosened to allow his hands to explore the silken skin of your stomach…palms searching and slow, hidden below your shirt. “Maybe I do like it. Maybe there’s no maybe about it.” He pulls you closer and there is his cock, hard and inviting, no longer concealed behind a stage costume, but pressing into the small of your back like an offering. “Do you like it? When they look? When they want what’s yours? When they want to fuck what’s yours?”

He wants you to say yes. He wants to know that you find some sort of perverse pleasure in it, the same way he does. He wants you to love their need as much as he does. He wants you to be secure in his love enough to enjoy it all.

And he’s in luck.

“I do like it when they look. Sometimes it makes me want to go out there and drop to my knees right in front of them,” you confess, listening to his breathing pick up, “makes me want to suck your cock right in front of them. To show them that you don’t only sound pretty when you sing.”

He’s toying with the button on your skirt now, like he’s contemplating unfastening them, like he’s wrestling with the idea of something he knows he shouldn’t want.

And he is. He’s thinking about laying you right down, of giving it to you right there on the catwalk beneath both of your feet. He’s imagining how lovely you’d sound given the acoustics, he’s wondering how loud he could allow you to be. His beautiful mind is pondering how open you might be to the idea, whether you’d think about the risk of getting caught, whether you’d care even if you did think about it.

“When do I sound pretty, princess? Besides when I sing?” He gives in to how badly he wants you, but forgoes the buttons, choosing to slip his hand under your skirt from behind, instead. “Hm? Tell me.”

“Josh,” it squeaks out of you, and he’s never loved the sound of his own name more. His fingers inch under the hem of your panties in reward.

“You sound pretty when you can’t catch your breath,” the pads of his fingers circle your trembling entrance, gathering your warm, slick, desire, as his opposite forearm snakes around your throat to hold you in place. He listens with rapt attention as you whisper his praises. “And when you moan. When you get close and start to whimper, that’s pretty…the filthy things you say, pretty…even prettier when you cum. I think about it all the time, the way you sound.”

He sinks into you, curling and stroking, petting you from the inside. “Wish they could hear you. All those beautiful little whines when you’re right on the edge. You’re a star, princess. You’re a fucking star.”

Thankful for his centering hold on you, you reach back, gripping his thigh for a moment before grabbing at his cock as your body rolls and arches, free hand squeezing viciously at your breast, urgent and frantic in your need.

With a kiss bestowed upon your temple he brings his lips to the shell of your ear and hums, “Reach down and touch your clit. Rub her just right while I finger fuck your sweet little cunt. Want you to feel good. Can you do that, baby? Can you feel good for me?”

A hurried nod accompanies a breathy gasp of his name as he works you over on stage, on display like art for the gaze of anyone who might happen upon the both of you.

You can’t imagine caring any less. You want this, and you want it now. Let them see.

“Be a good girl and close your eyes, princess.” Your lids drift shut, instantly obeying his gentle command. “You listen so well. My princess likes to make me proud, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” you thrust your hips forward, wanting, needing, him deeper still.

“I’m honored, my love.” His lips are kissing over your cheek, nuzzling and pecking tenderly as he fucks against that heavenly spot deep inside that makes you want to scream. “Keep your eyes closed. Picture them out there. Watching you. Watching you flush and squirm. Watching me want you, watching me touch you, watching me take you apart. Wanting to be you. Wanting to be the girl up here with her cunt wrapped up tight and wet around my fingers…making such a pretty mess of me.”

“Fuck,” the obscenity flits off your tongue as you gush into his palm.

“Yeah?” He taunts, biting tingles into your dewy skin. “You like that? Show them, princess. Show them what a gorgeous girl you are when I make you cum. C’mon, show them how pretty my favorite star shines.”

“Josh, please,” you’re balanced upon the razor, praying to be sliced open and bared to him. It’s so close, but…

“Please what, princess?” He’s rocking his clothed cock against the swell of your ass from behind, fucking those perfect, insistent, fingers into you at a delicious clip, coaxing you nearer and nearer as you soak his skin and your thighs. “Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll fucking give it to you. You know I will.”

Your fingernails want to bury into his flesh, but you’re careful not to leave marks. “I’m gonna cum…” it breathes out of you wildly, as an uncontrollable desperation steps in to steal your sense. “I’m gonna cum. Talk to me, Josh. Talk to me while I cum for you. I want your voice…talk me through it.”

A feral sound growls out of him, but it dissolves into something weak, as though he can’t handle you. “I’ll talk to you princess, don’t you worry that pretty fucking head. I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you. You feel that?”

He tightens his grip, holding you upright, and you fuck against his hand faster in reply, thrusting your hand back to bury into, and pull at, his curls “Yeah you do. My girl feels it. She knows. She knows I’ve got her, and she’s gonna cum pretty just for me, isn’t she?”

You explode into sensation in response. Sparks fly and batter themselves against your nerve endings as you coil up sung around his pumping fingers…pouring and dripping against his skin like warm, floral bath water.

“There you go, sweet girl…” he praises softly, in contrast with the relentless pace his hand is working away at you. “You let it all go, alright? Yes, baby, that’s it. That’s it. Let it out, princess, just for me, let it all out. good girl, fucking sing for me just like that.”

You’re wailing into the empty space, likely alerting anyone still wandering the halls, but you can’t hear yourself and he can’t be bothered to care.

His voice carries you through, groaning your praises as he ruts his aching cock against you, holding you fast and safe in his embrace until you fall limp, a rag doll with his blissful fingers still filling her throbbing cunt.

“That’s my girl, princess…” he kisses along the curve of your jaw, bringing you down gingerly. “So, so good. You’re an angel.”

Head now descending from the rumbling clouds of the storm he’s created, you realize suddenly what you’re faced with, “Josh, I was so loud…we have to go.”

“Not now,” he protests, languidly slipping his fingers in and out of you still.

“Yes, now.” Your thighs tighten, barring his movement, until he shakes out of his stupor.

“Okay, Okay…” he lowers your skirt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you from his wrist and inner forearm as you begin yanking him towards the stage exit. “But I’m about to make sure the whole hotel knows how pretty you can sing, too, princess. You’re a star.”

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ashisill · 1 month ago

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The heat of the sun

Warnings: (unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), crying, squirting, language, naked in nature, unprotected sex in nature. Slight public sex, lover boy Josh)

A week late but here she is. Slightly unedited but you’ve all waited long enough. Like always if I missed any warnings feel free to let me know. Enjoy!

Josh is hot. Obviously. By hot meaning he is constantly overheating. Every night the sheets end up in the floor. He’s like your own personal heater. You’re happy and warm sleeping peacefully against him. He’s busy tossing and turning trying to strip his clothes off. Which is usually why he goes to bed naked, and has convinced you to do the same. You’ll have to admit it’s quite freeing to sleep that way. It doesn’t matter what the AC is on he’ll be complaining how hot he is. You hear “how the hell are you under a blanket? It’s so damn hot in here” about a hundred times a day.

Most of the time he’s walking around the house half naked. Which is quite the show when someone knocks on the door. He runs around searching for clothes. He ends up in the most random attire.

Sometimes he startles you when all his clothes come off. Not saying that you mind, but when you find him cooking breakfast completely bare. It erupts some giggles from you. What’s even better is when he turns around completely confused.

“What’s so funny?” Josh says turning around.

“You’re naked and cooking breakfast” you giggle covering your mouth and fall over on the couch.

“Well in case you didn’t know the heat from the stove is very hot. I was practically sweating in my boxers”

“How is that even possible?” you laugh even harder.

You’re lucky you have no neighbors for miles. When you can’t find him around the house, so you head to the backyard. There he is doing his meditation, yoga, or just watering the plants. Fully clothed? Hell no.

He was sitting on a mat in the grass with his legs crossed. His eyes closed, and his body still. You didn’t want to interrupt, but you wished to join him. You watched from the back door as he didn’t move a muscle. He felt your presence, and his eyes peeked open. Spotting his stalker immediately he waved over to you. You walked outside, and went to sit next to you. He shook his head then waved his finger at you. You cocked your head to the side. He pointed at your clothes and you sighed. “Do I have to?”

He just nodded, and closed his eyes once more. You followed his silly rules, and stripped your clothes. Leaving your underwear you attempted to join him, but he stopped you once more. Your face turned red, but you followed his words. You sat down beside him and copied his actions. “Being naked is best for meditation because it frees the body of its weight. Is it getting easier for you to stay focus?”

It’s very hard for you to meditate like he does. You hear a noise, open your eyes, your thoughts trail off, and eventually you just give up. You told him about your problems, and he’s spent months trying to help. “More or less the same”

“Face me. Open your eyes”

You looked at him sitting in front of you. “Now what?”

“Knees together”

He instructed you, but you felt extremely vulnerable like this. You shouldn’t be he worships your body like a goddess. “Good girl now open” he tapped your knee.

“But-”

“Shh you’re doing so good love” he cooed. “Spread your legs for me”

You slowly parted your legs until they met the mat. Your hands touch the ground, holding you up. “Good girl just like that”

His hands tickled your ankles then he rubbed your calf. Dancing his finger tips against your knees. He teased your inner thighs with kisses and licks. With small kitten licks he began with your entrance. Working his way up, placing his mouth on your clit. He started to absolutely devour you. Your legs opened even wider as you pushing up higher to his face. His pace never slowing as he flicked his tongue ruthlessly. His hands rubbed your thighs, and all you could feel was him. You began to squirm, and he gripped your hips following you wherever you moved.

“Josh! Im gonna cum!”

He groaned against you in delight. The feeling of his tongue was almost too good. You moaned loudly into the open air. Your head snaps back, jaw dropped, your vision became blurred, and your legs started to shake profusely. He paid close attention to you. He lessened the speed of his tongue as he watched you come down. Moving to hover above you, he held the back of your head, and gently laid you against the mat. One hand rested on the back of your neck, and the other around his shaft. He pumped it lightly before lining up with your entrance

With a single thrust he bottomed put. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly. “Fuck you feel so good”

You studied him as he got lost in you. His eyes shifted down watching himself slide in and out of you.

“Oh fuck” he cried. Frantically he started fucking into you with sloppy movements. “Oh god”

You sat up on your forearms to see him better. “My sweet boy gonna cum?” You whisper.

“Please” he cried out loud. “Please mama”

“Give it to me baby”

“Shit” he hissed through his teeth. With all the strength he had left he thrusted into you. He collapsed resting his head on your stomach. You closed your eyes, and the for the first time not a single thought crossed your mind. Everything was quiet as you laid there. You don’t know where you went, but when you return Josh had moved. He was up watering the plants leaving you in your space. Your eyes opened and you lazily looked for Josh. “Why’d you leave?”

“I thought it would be best as a solo adventure. How do you feel?”

“Grounded and really really calm”

He smiled “as it should be”

Sometimes he’s only naked enough to drive you crazy. When he’s leaned up against the couch. Nothing but a thin blanket barely covering crotch. The sun seeming to hit his skin just right. It must be a tease. Your mind starts racing about the things you’d love to do to him. Yet he sits there peacefully reading his book until he notices your eyes.

“What do you need darling?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Scanning him all over with your eyes. Your mouth starts watering, and you feel core starting to leak. You’ve always had trouble getting wet, but not when it comes to Josh. You were made to believe something was wrong with you. You could never seem to get to that state. For anyone, and that includes just for yourself. It was an insecurity of yours until he came along. Eye contact from Josh alone and you’re drenched. Something about him turns you on so much that just one sexual thought has you soaked. He knows it too, and that’s exactly why he’s propped up so pretty on the couch.

He slowly slides the blanket off revealing his semi hard cock. All the while he stares deep into your eys. He pats his thigh, and gently sets his book down. “Come sit mama”

You make your way across the couch, and straddle him. Your hips hovered above his thighs. His fingers started feeling you through your panties “You’re so wet darling. How’d that happen?”

“You just looked so good sitting here” you said innocently looking into his eyes. You started sliding your clit along his cock.

“My sweet girl. Does that feel good?”.

You bit your lip and nodded your head. “I want you inside” you pouted

He laughed softly “Go ahead love. Put it in”

Sliding him through your slick one last time. You lined him up, and slowly sinked down.

“Oh god” you cried out instantly.

“Shh relax princess”. He pushed your hair behind your ears, and kissed your forehead. Putting his hands on the top of your shoulders and pushing you down farther.

“Josh” tears already threatened your eyes. He gripped your hips, and started thrusting slowly. Manhandling you in position as he bucked up into you.

“Josh!” You cried even louder.

“I’m here darling. I’m right here”

As much as you tried to stop it tears started to fall. As they reached your cheek he looked puzzled.

“Oh baby don’t cry” he wiped your cheeks.

“Please” you whined. A hand cradled your face watching you carefully. “Please don’t stop”

“I won’t my love. Look at me sweet girl”

Your eyes locked onto his. His mouth opened slightly, his breath heavy, and sweat started to drip from his forehead. “Does it feel good?”

“So good baby so good”

“You’re squeezing me pretty girl”

“Im so close”

He let go of your hips, and both hands now cradled your face. He still bucked his hips up forcefully, making you bounce.

Tears streamed all over your face. “Fuck fuck fuck” you mumbled.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he teased back. “Let go for me princess”

“Josh talk to me” you begged.

“Oh baby. You want me to tell you how I’m the lucky guy in the world? How I could never love another even in a different life. You’re mine forever, and you’re the most prettiest most perfect girl in the whole world my love. My pretty pretty girl”

You cried “I love you”

“I love you darlin, but I love this pretty pussy to baby. Let go for me. Let me have this pussy pretty girl”

“It’s yours”

“Whose is it?”

“It’s yours!” Your legs started to shake as you spilled out your wetness all over his thighs. Another thing about Josh, he made you realize you could squirt. You’d convinced yourself you couldn’t, but you were wrong. He tried over and over until it happened. Then he showered you with praise, and it quickly became his new favorite thing. It’s a lot for you sometimes it can bring up emotions. Except sometimes it’s exactly what you need.

Unable to hold yourself up, you fell into him. You attempted to catch your breath, but your tears didn’t stop. You couldn’t manage words and just cried against his chest.

“It’s okay pretty girl” He rubbed your back gently letting you come down. “I know it so much huh?”

You nodded as you sniffled, and his arms wrapped around your back. “But you take it so well. Such as good girl for me darlin”

“I like being your good girl” you said into his chest. “I like it when I make you proud”

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. I’m always proud of you baby. Always”

“I love you Josh”

I love you too my angel. Shower?”

“Josh?” You said feeling him grow inside you.

“Mhm?”

“Are you hard?”

He picked you up, and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter, and turned on the water. He kissed you as he waited for the water to warm. Picking you up once more, and placing both of you in. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he gently touch your back to the wall. He held you up by your ass, and your arms were tight around his neck. You reached down, and slid him inside. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and held on tight. Using his grip on you slid you back and forth on his cock. “Fuck Josh” you whined.

He moaned with you, and his grip tightened. “I love you my angel I love you”

“I love you too baby don’t stop. Take us there Josh”

His breath picked up “my god I love you so much. You’re my everything darling. You’re just so perfect I just fucking love you so much”

He’s getting close and you know it by the rambling. “I love you too Josh” you cooed.

“I’m gonna marry you one day, and we’re gonna have such beautiful children. We’re gonna grow old together, and I’m never going to be bored of spending time with you”

Even though the two of you were soaked you knew he was crying. His tears seeming invisible with the water than ran down his face. Still you wiped them “I’m here baby, and I love you just the same”

His gripped loosen making you jump. You squirmed till he put you down, and then you got down on your knees. “Cum for me baby okay?”

You took him whole, and started moving in and out. Sucking hard on his tip, and pulling off with a pop. Only to take him in once more. His hands wrapped around your hair, and he started moving your head. You opened wide, and let him fuck your face. Gagging hard around him, but urging him to continue. Without warning he spilled out against the back of your throat. Slowing down his thrust, and eventually pulling off.

You washed each others hair, and shared a towel. Both of you trotted off to the bedroom, and collapsed on the bed. It wasn’t long before you were falling asleep on his chest. He held the back of your head protectively like always, and gently scratched your back. He whispered more I love yous before sleep took over. It didn’t take long for you to make your way into his dream. Already eager to wake up with his sweet girl once more.

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ofburningskies · 2 years ago

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Here’s a little blurb because this tiktok simply won’t leave my mind! I am in desperate need of shotgunning white claw with josh rn

Thinking about retiring back to your place together after a night out but still wanting to keep the night going for a little while longer, opting to stretch the hours out with whatever drinks you have leftover from last weeks party you two hosted.

Still feeling the lasting effects of the plentiful shots you took at the bar, you two stumble to the kitchen where he presses you back against the island, placing heavy kisses to your desperate lips reeking of tequila. He is so desperately eager you can taste the lime he meekly used as a chaser because somehow despite his drinking habits he never truly braved the sting that comes with downing a shot.

In some impressive swipe of elegance he pulls a can of white claw out of the box abandoned on the floor, you don’t even notice when he manages to poke a hole into the bottom of the can with some knife laying around. Your mind is much too caught up drunk on both liquor and the heady scent of him to truly pay attention to every fine detail.

Before you know it his lips are pressed to the can, drinking down the seltzer in thirsty gulps. You cant help but watch his Adam’s Apple eagerly bob before he pulls the can from his lips, pressing his thumb to the hole momentarily. Wiping his glistening lips with the back of his free hand, he moves the can to your lips already parted in flustered awe of what you just witnessed. You quickly feel the alcohol on your tongue as you instinctively angle your head up to take more of it down.

You watch him with intent eyes, heavy with want which he reciprocates. He wears a proud smirk on his lips whispering his praises and encouragement of how you’re taking it so well, egging you on to finish it. Of course, you do, pulling away before briskly licking your lips with eyes now evidently more hungry than before.

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years ago

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Painted Up

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Josh decides to experiment with stage makeup, which leads to more than a couple surprising things.

Warnings: Alcohol, mention of gender norms

Word Count: 2.8k

With any job, there were pros and cons.

The pros: It was a stress free environment, the traveling was amazing, and the guys were always polite and nothing but sweet to you.

The cons: It was a little boring at times compared to your previous jobs of runway shows and horror movie special effects. But you couldn’t complain. What did you expect when you took a job as a makeup artist for a band of men?

There were four of them. Jake, Sam, Danny, and Josh.

Jake and Sam were simple. Once a week you’d be greeted by a cute face with long hair popping his head into the makeup and hair room before a show asking in the sweetest voice, “Do you have a second?” or “Can you cover something up for me?” To which you always said “Of course!” without hesitation. You’d sit them down, do what they needed, and in 5 minutes, they’d be out.

Danny was a bit more daring. He had darker features than the other guys and he was willing to try eyeliner and experiment with colors. It was never anything crazy but with him not being up front, a little extra pop of something was exactly what he needed. And still, it was easy because nothing had to be precise. Whenever you tried something new on him, their photographer would be there to snap a photo of his look.

But Josh? Josh was your favorite. As the front man, he got a little more extra attention from you in the makeup department. You covered up his sunburnt cheeks, separated his lashes with clear mascara, and filled his beard in occasionally. He was also a bit more talkative than the other guys so whenever he was in the chair, it was a nice time.

He had a great personality and you loved conversations with him. It was no wonder people were captivated by him on stage. You were captivated by him when he was just his regular, everyday self.

Part of you wished he could get more attention from you in other ways. You had to admit, he was cute. Very cute. His looks combined with his personality gave you butterflies that were hard to ignore. And you could never quite tell if he was flirting with you or just being polite.

But regardless, this was work and he was your client. You had to be strictly professional with him.

One day, the band was shooting a few videos so you were really making sure you got each of them good. They each took a bit more time than usual since they had to be HD camera ready. You were giving Josh his usual fix, with just a bit more here and there when you saw his eyes wandering into your kit.

“What are those?” he asked, nudging his head to the little box of rhinestones you had next to your eye shadow collection.

“Rhinestones,” you replied casually, shrugging your shoulders, “You know, for like, extravagant looks,” you said as you continued dotting his cheeks with concealer. You pulled back from him and leaned down into your kit to get a sponge.

“Hm,” he paused, “Do you think I’d be fit for an extravagant look?” he asked, giving you a shy smile.

“Do you want an extravagant look?” you asked, looking at him with an I know you want it kind of smile.

“That depends. Do you think I could pull it off?” he asked.

His expression turned a little more serious with his question. You could tell he wasn’t simply nervous about being able to pull off the look. He was thinking a little deeper. This wasn't just concealer and clear mascara; and this was a bit different than just eyeliner on a drummer. This could push boundaries a bit. And even play around with gender norms. You could tell he wasn’t one hundred percent sure about this.

However, with all that being said, he could absolutely pull off an extravagant look and if it ruffles some feathers, who cares? It’s not like he’d be the only man to ever wear makeup. This is the 21st century after all. Besides, with his strong facial features, combined with his stage outfits and stage presence, he could pull off anything to be honest.

“Are you kidding? You definitely could. I mean, look at you. Look at your stage outfits. Look at your face? A little sparkle and a little color would be perfect,” you said.

He tucked his lips into his mouth, trying not to smile too wide. You could tell he liked the idea but was still a bit apprehensive.

“Here, you look through and see if there’s anything you like. And, if you do, we can try something out. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy if you don’t want it to be. It can be subtle.”

He pursed his lips to the side and nodded. Your reassurance to make things subtle if he wanted seemed to make him feel more confident. He turned himself in the chair and rested his elbow on the counter, peeking through the kit.

As he looked, he picked some products up to see the different colors of everything you had. His eyebrows furrowed as he went through the kit and put back ones he didn’t particularly care for. He was careful with everything he touched and he made sure he put everything back where it came from.

Finally, he settled on a tube of gold liquid eye shadow and the container of rhinestones.

“Ooh, gold?” you asked, a bit flirtatiously, as he placed them onto the counter.

“Yeah, right?” he asked, “Red and gold go well together, right?” he asked, looking down at his jumpsuit, which was a shade of deep red, and then looking up at you for your opinion.

You bit your lip, smiled at him, and nodded.

You felt your heart stop and your smile faded as your eyes locked with his.

In that moment, he was different than you’d ever seen him before. He wasn’t that confident and funny guy you always saw him as. He was shy and unsure of himself.

He blinked and looked away quickly, putting an abrupt end to the eye contact.

“Um, yeah, so, like, do you just wanna…” he trailed off, as he sat back in the chair.

“Yeah,” you said, “Do you have any idea of what you want me to do?”

“Not really,” he said with a sigh, “But I trust you.”

You stood in front of him like you normally would and you got to work.

His eyes watched your hands as you twisted the cap off the eyeshadow tube and scraped off the excess product on the container.

“Close your eyes,” you whispered as you brought the applicator to his face.

He did as you said and you began delicately painting his eyelid with the gold shimmer.

When you got to the outer corner, you began a downturned wing of gold, which quickly became something more.

You got lost in the art. Josh was the perfect canvas, it was easy to get carried away with him.

Before you knew it, you were looking at five points of gold, resembling the sun, running down his cheeks.

He looked unbelievable.

“You can open now,” you said to Josh.

He opened his eyes as you turned back to your kit to get tweezers, glue, and the rhinestones he chose.

You picked up a rhinestone in the tweezers and applied glue to the back. Slowly, you leaned forward towards Josh and brought it to his face.

This was the closest you’ve ever been to him. Your faces were just inches apart. You could feel him exhaling through his nose slowly on your wrist. You could smell cologne on his neck. You were trying to concentrate on the task before you, making sure the rhinestone went in just the right spot. But Josh was making your job hard. Not to mention, you could see his eyes looking at yours the entire time.

Rhinestone by rhinestone, he wasn’t breaking his stare.

After you placed the last rhinestone to his face, you pulled back just a bit to get a full look at the sun burst on his face and swiped your fingertips across it with feather light motions.

“Perfect,” you whispered.

“Yeah, perfect,” he repeated. He wasn’t talking about the makeup.

When you finally looked into his eyes, he was looking deep into yours.

There was silence for a few moments until Josh spoke.

“Would it be super unprofessional if I-”

“No,” you cut him off as you shook your head.

Slowly, his hand came up off where it was resting on his lap and he held your jaw lightly.

He pulled your face closer to his and you both closed your eyes and connected your lips.

The kiss was soft and sweet. His lips were warm and fit perfectly on yours.

The two of you broke the kiss and pulled back in the slightest bit.

You stared at each other for a few seconds until you each broke into smiles.

“Maybe, red and gold aren't the only things that go well together,” he whispered.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

Years passed and you went from being Greta Van Fleet’s make-up artist to gaining a new title.

Josh’s girlfriend.

You kept your job with them despite your relationship status and when you were working, the two of you kept things very professional. Except when you were alone of course. If Josh’s dressing room door was locked- it was obvious that you weren’t just doing his makeup.

What started off as a relatively boring job touring as a makeup artist for a band of men completely changed your life. The job you once thought was easy and boring, had turned into the most exciting time in your life and it had brought you the love of your life (and three amazing friends).

Throughout the next couple of years on tour, Jake and Sam would come to you for their usual quick touch ups as always. But Josh and Danny kept the more extravagant looks going.

Danny caught on to the rhinestones and before you knew it, you were lining his eyes with black eyeliner and gluing colored rhinestones around them. He also started asking for more which led to completely smoking out his eyes with black eyeshadow. He loved the intense dark look of it and you liked that it really brought something out in him, personality wise too.

Josh stuck to the rhinestones for a while. He liked having them in different designs and he even suggested to place them down his chest at one point.

You taught them both how to properly take the makeup and rhinestones off in a safe way, instead of just rubbing their eyes or scratching them off. Josh listened, Danny didn’t as much. He liked the little extra black the remnants of his makeup left for his everyday self.

Regardless, Josh loved the rhinestones so much that he started taking videos of the process of getting his makeup done. He would film himself on his phone and call it his “Rhinestone Diary.” He said he wanted to capture the memories of getting his makeup done on tour and that it was his favorite part of his pre-show routine.

Eventually, the social media team took that one over and it became a thing for Josh to do before shows. He turned it into a whole comedy sketch and the fans loved to see what you saw in him- his personality and his captivating show looks.

Before you knew it, the tour the guys had been on for almost a year was coming to an end. You were in Josh’s dressing room with him and Danny doing both of their makeup.

Jake and Sam got their usual touch ups and went their separate ways to continue preparing for the show. The door was wide open and people were coming in and out with questions and orders for them.

Danny’s makeup was done and you were carefully applying gold eyeshadow to Josh’s eyelids when Sam walked in, ready to go on stage.

“Whatcha doin’?” Sam asked as he sat down with a can of hard seltzer in hand. He picked at some of the products you had set out for Josh and inspected them carefully.

“Eyeshadow,” you said softly as you concentrated on the art you were creating on Josh’s face. You brought the brush across his eyelid and swiped the gold across his temple. You continued, adding horizontal stripes of gold down his cheeks.

“Wanna do me next?” he asked.

“I already did you, Sam,” you said, still concentrating on Josh’s face.

“No like, really do me. Like how you do Daniel and Josh,” he said.

Danny lifted his head up from his phone. Josh’s eyes snapped open, and you turned your head to Sam; all three of you were in a state of shock.

“What?” he giggled as he looked at you all looking at him.

“You want me to do your makeup? Like makeup, makeup?”

“Yeah, give me something. Nothing dark. But,” he paused, “surprise me.”

“Let me finish your brother and then I’m all yours, Samuel,” you said, smiling.

Sam smiled, sat down on top of the counter, and swung his feet back and forth. He waited patiently for Josh to be done and then swapped places in the chair with him when it was his turn.

“Make me beautiful,” he said, smiling as he sat up tall in the chair.

“Eh, you need a lot of work. I’ll see what I can do,” you teased.

You all laughed as you inspected Sam’s face for options of what to do.

He had perfect skin and down turned eyes, which gave him a lot of lid space that extended from the inner corners, all the way out to the sides of his face with a perfect downturned swoop.

You decided on a little black mascara, which he flinched when you applied it, gold winged eyeliner which covered his eyelids, and a few rhinestones across his lash lines.

You completed his look and turned him around so he could get a good look of himself.

His eyes widened and his face lit up at the sight of himself.

“Woah, this is sick, Y/N. Thank you!” he said happily as he turned his head back and forth to get a good look.

The three of them stood in the mirror and gushed over their looks for the night as you started packing your kit away.

“What are you doing? We have like 10 minutes,” a deeper voice called from the doorway.

You all turned your attention to Jake who was in his suit, ready to go.

All three boys turned around and Jake’s mouth opened slightly when he saw Sam, who usually never had anything on his face for shows.

“Jake, do you want a makeup look too?” you said, stretching out your words.

“No,” he laughed, quite certain with himself.

“Come on! Do it with us,” Sam begged.

“You’re the only one without it,” Danny added.

“You’re gonna look stupid,” Josh said.

Jake looked at all of them with a conflicted face. You could tell he didn’t want to be left out but he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea.

It was the same face you saw on Josh years ago when the idea of makeup was first brought up.

After a few seconds of silence, you spoke.

“Jake, it doesn’t have to be like theirs. I could do something subtle,” you explained.

The room was silent except for the quiet whispers of “Come on,” and “Please?” coming from the guys behind you.

Finally, Jake broke.

“Okay fine. But just a little.”

The guys cheered and Jake fought back a smile.

You sat Jake down and grabbed a singular black eyeliner pencil. You traced his upper and lower lash lines lightly and then, while it was still fresh, grabbed a brush and blurred it out. You pulled it out just a bit at the outer corner of his eye to create a subtle winged look.

It took two minutes.

“What do you think? If you hate it, we can take it off,” you asked, holding a handheld mirror in front of him.

“No,” he paused, “I actually kind of like it,” he said as the other guys got peeks.

“Five minutes till stage,” you heard a voice call into the room, snapping everyone's attention toward the door. There were two security guards waiting to escort the guys there for the show.

You put the eyeliner away and the guys thanked you and you wished them luck as they left the room and headed to the stage.

Josh waited for you. When you were done putting the eyeliner away, he pulled you in by the waist and kissed you sweetly.

“You think Jake really likes it?” you asked, running your hands down his satin sleeves and locking your fingers with his.

Josh nodded and kissed you again, “Yes,” he said, “I know it.”

You smiled at him and breathed a small sigh of relief.

“You do a good job. Maybe we should keep you around,” Josh teased as the two of you began to walk out of his dressing room and toward the stage, hand in hand.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

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ficthots · 2 years ago

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Uncharted Territory II

A/N: Surprise! You guys asked for it so here it is. This is literally the fastest turnaround I've ever had on a piece. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! (Also, this is the smile/smirk I'm talking about...you'll know what I mean as you read further)

Part I

Warnings: SMUT. DNI if you are under 18. 18+ content only

Word Count: 7.8k+

Rules are rules. They serve a purpose to bring order to a world filled to the brim with chaos. Even when rules aren’t explicitly laid out, there are some loose ones that still bring some sense of structure. That’s why they’re there.

Which is also why they are so incredibly fun to break.

Being a rule breaker wasn’t your thing, still isn’t if you’re being totally honest. Yet, when you get to do it with him it’s an adrenaline rush. A high that nothing can be compared to that even the strongest illicit materials couldn’t match. A thrill that starts at the very top of your head and spreads down to the tips of your toes.

It happens whenever his hands land on you. Especially in times when they shouldn’t be. For example, last night at the band dinner. You were seated directly next to your boss, his brothers and their own assistants in other seats, some other tour members there as well. It started simple, his fingertips lightly brushing the smooth skin on the back of your hand.

Nothing that would’ve been noticed.

Playing it cool as his touch grew deeper than the featherlight one he had been teasing you with. Moving from your hand to your bare knee. Opting for a dress this evening proved to be a good choice. Or was it?

His hand splayed across the skin, the table cloth covering any and all movements from the others. Your breathing was fluctuating despite your best efforts to keep it steady and even. When his hand continued its trek up wards, landing extremely high on the inside of your thigh, you coughed into your drink.

Bob’s hand landing harshly on your back as you did. “Don’t go choking on me now, kiddo,” you shot him a tight lipped smile, seeing the amusement dancing in the eyes of Josh. He never did remove his hand that night.

When you got back to the hotel room, it was in the dead of night when you heard your door open. You were already up and waiting for him. He wasted little time as he undressed on his way over to you, giggles mixing in with his words. “I thought you were gonna squeal at dinner, birdie girl. You did good, I was pleasantly surprised.”

Humming into his mouth, plush lips hastily meeting yours, you could feel the vibrations of his laughter. “You need to give me more credit then that, Mr. Kiszka,” as those words left your mouth, one of his hands that cradled the back of your neck moved upward, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging your head back with a gasp.

“Prove it to me.”

And that was just one of the incidents.

These were a regular occurrence now between you two. Anytime Josh could be physical with you, in what way it didn’t seem to matter, he would. A flat palm against your lower back as you walked through a crowd together. Showing him something on your phone, he would stand as close to you as he could, all limbs rubbing against each others. Never staying in his hotel room anymore, opting for yours and your bed any chance he could.

It was a habit to get two keys for your own room now. One for you and one for him. He would wait until he was certain everyone had been confined to their own rooms for the evening, then you would hear the beep of the door lock signaling his arrival, seconds later you would be entangled with him for the rest of the evening. An alarm would go off at five in the morning, he would slink back to his room, reappear just a few hours later like he had been there the entire time.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Work carried on the same. Taking your job and responsibilities extremely seriously, Josh not interfering with that, mostly, and then sprinkling in fun when you could. Did an odd feeling worm its way into your gut every once in a while as you would observe him from across the room?

That is your boss! What the hell are you doing? This isn’t going to end well. You know it won’t. Stop it now before it gets worse!

Not exactly. It didn’t matter anyways because those thoughts were always quelled almost as quickly as they came. All in part to how incredibly sweet he was. Showing you affection in subtle, and not so subtle, ways.

Last week as you checked in to a hotel, the receptionist informed you that there was already a delivery waiting for you. A large bouquet of flowers sat on the back desk and when she handed them to you, you could feel the rise in heat creeping onto your cheeks and neck. A chorus of oh’s and ah’s flowed from the group, Sam pestering you about who sent them.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I feel best when I’m in bed with you. And some other sweet crap, too. -J

Biting back laughter at the absurd note, fighting the urge to roll your eyes, your gaze fell to him standing at the back of the group. The apples of his cheeks turning a light pink, eyes darting down to his dirty shoes, unable to hold the contact.

“Don’t worry about it nosey!” Sam grumbled as you pulled the card closer to your chest, not letting him see whatever the message read. It held a smile on your face the remainder of the day. When you heard your door unlock that night, instead of waiting on the bed for him, you stood by the desk where the flower arrangement sat.

Grabbing a flower from the bunch and playing with it in your fingers, you fought off a grin, the other hand holding the card. “Roses are red, violets are blue, I feel best when I’m in bed with you,” eyes bouncing up to see his cocky smirk decorating his lips, you continued, “and some other sweet crap, too. J.”

Sighing, over dramatically and falling to the bed with a bounce, clutching the two items to your torso, you giggled. “You really know how to treat a lady, Mr. Kiszka.” He collapsed next to you, resting his head on his palm, peering down at you. “Only the best for my birdie.”

As his lips began an attack on your neck, the flower and card fell from your hands, going to tangle into his locks. Eyes slipping shut as the heavenly feeling of his wandering hands began, you had never felt so content.

Your boss. This is your boss. Now he’s sending presents? You’re crossing a line.

Thoughts diminishing as his hands slipped under your t-shirt, feeling the bare warm skin greeting him underneath, already reacting with excitement at his welcome.

His fingers pinched your perked nipples, continuing further up and removing the shirt from your frame. Lips attaching to your breast, your back arched into him. A gasp echoed out into the quiet room. Hardly able to keep your eyes open as he pressed his hardening cock against your core, you moaned.

“Josh, please.” His smirk met you, teeth pulling at your lip as he teased you. “Please what, baby? Use your words.” You didn’t even care how needy you sounded, just wanting him. “You, anything, please.”

His lips landed softly between your brows on the wrinkled skin there. “I’m going to take care of you, sweet girl. Don’t worry.” And he did. Entirely abandoning his own care for the first half of the evening, you were on the verge of black out as he brought you to finish after finish.

By the time he was ready to go with you, you were a limp mess. Only a form of pleases falling from you, drunk on the feelings holding firm. The sheets a soaked through mess, bodies sticking together as he held you, your slick coating both of your bodies from your dripping core.

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to walk the next day, but you didn’t care. You would let him do anything to you as long as it was Josh doing it. Not a care in the world as long as you were with him.

Things continued to grow further along those lines, crossing over from a casual fling to a romantic entanglement. Not just from his side.

You were doing a check of the venue before the show that evening, going through the checklist you had memorized long ago when you heard one of the stagehands whispering to a coworker, peaking your interest.

“Yeah dude, he cut it all. It’s like a fauxhawk mohawk thing.” Immediately listening to attempt to figure out who they were talking about, your mind instantly went to your boss. Yet, this could be a Danny move. He is going through a total rebranding right now. Odd move for him though.

“Sides totally shaved, permed of course.” Permed. Josh. He cut his hair? When the hell did he do that? Was it on his schedule? Son of a bitch went rogue. That means he skipped something this afternoon because it was a jammed day.

Pulling out the schedule for the day, your eyes skimmed all the tasks he needed to complete, trying to figure out what he could have missed. Irritation starting to seep into you, it came to a halt when you heard the man's next words. “He looks like a moron. It’s like a weird mullet thing. Looks terrible,” turning and facing the guy, you walked over to him, a sickly sweet smile adorning your face.

“Hi! I don’t believe we’ve met,” sticking your hand out for a shake, the guy hissed at the firm grip you offered, eyes wide in confusion. “I’m Mr. Josh Kiszka’s assistant. I would just like to offer a gentle reminder to watch your words and attitudes whilst at work. You never know who’s listening and speaking ill of your boss,” placing a heavy emphasis on the word, you watched as he thickly swallowed, “is not a wise choice. Now, I know these cases do not belong in this area. If you could get them to their correct location I would greatly appreciate it.”

They didn’t hesitate, quickly turning and grabbing the ones you pointed to, loading them on a cart and began pushing it. Offering a small apology as they hustled away from you. When a laugh behind you startled you, turning to see the signature hat, you smiled at him.

“Standing up for Josh. Very nice,” your eyes slightly narrowed, his voice dripping with an insinuation. “Of course, Mr. Kiszka. Given he is my boss and theirs I would do it for any of you in a heartbeat.” His eyes rolled at your words, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Walking past you, his hand patted your shoulder, leaning ever so lightly towards you to lower his voice. “You keep telling yourself that.” Before you could speak again, his new permed due came from around the corner.

A large smile on his face, trying to nonchalantly walk towards you as you giggled at his moves. “Looking great, sir.” Leaning against a wall, his eyebrows shot up, looking around to see if you were talking to him. His finger pointed at himself as he spoke.

“Oh, me? Thank you, thank you. Groupies are gonna go crazy for it,” your lips pushed into your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter, clipboard resting in front of you. “Of course, sir.”

He quickly looked around, moving closer to you, you meeting him halfway. His hands landed on your hips, tugging you closer to him, chin tilted down as a lazy smile grew on his face.

Your favorite smile. The one he knew drove you crazy. Where it was so effortless and showcased his features beautifully. It made your knees weak. Somehow looking even better with the new hair.

Nudging his nose into your cheek, his lips crested on the shell of your ear sending a chill down your spine. “What about my favorite groupie? Digging me still?”

You could hardly get a response out, overwhelmed by the all encompassing energy of Josh. His cologne filling your senses, his cocky attitude, that stupid grin on his perfect lips, hands resting so firmly on your hips. You wanted to devour him.

Your own arms wrapped around his middle, leaning back to get a better view. There was no chance of letting him off that easily. As easy as he knew you felt right now. “It’ll take some time to get used to, Mr. Kiszka.”

He hummed, nodding at your words. Mouth going back towards your side, voice dropping as he spoke. “Say my name, birdie.” The assertive tone he spoke in had you melting into a pool at his feet. Instantly becoming putty for him to meld with his own hands.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Kiszka.” His smirk grew, tongue caressing his teeth as he eyed you. “That's how we’re playing this?” You only blinked at him, offering nothing else in return.

His hands retreated from you despite only wanting to remain in his embrace for the rest of time, your body erupting in goosebumps at his next statement.

“Be in my dressing room in five minutes.”

When you got to the door, Josh was waiting on the other side for you. Shutting it behind you with one last look around to make sure the coast was clear, his palm landed directly next to your head, caging you in.

Pushing your hair to the side, crotch pressing into your ass, you felt his breath fan across the back of your neck. “Good girl. Doing exactly as I say,” your eyes shut, swallowing a shaky breath. “Of course, Mr. Kiszka.” His hand wrapped around your locks, tugging your head back.

The sharp tip of his nose traced your pulse point, running up and down your exposed neck. “Say my name.” Not giving in, his lips pursed on the warm skin. Nipping at the flesh, eliciting a hiss from you, he didn’t relent on his grip.

With you still pressed soundly against the door, you heard his zipper on his jumpsuit coming undone. “Pull down your pants. Now.” Confusion rippled through you at the order, but you did as he said. “No, underwear stays up.” Your hands faltered, hearing the husky nature of his voice, but putting your panties back in place.

“You want to play the quiet game with me? That’s fine, mama,” your breathing grew shallower as you felt the bare skin of his cock rub against the inside of your thigh, precum painting you from his weeping tip, “but I’m going to fuck you right here. And you need to be utterly silent. Not a peep. Otherwise everyone out there will hear you and know what’s happening in here.”

Your eyes went wide as you felt the crotch of your panties move to the side, rubbing harshly against your clit. The tip of him broke your entrance, a moan tumbling from you. He removed himself as quickly as he had gone in. A rough tug of your hair brought you back.

“What did I say? Not. A. Peep.” At the end of his sentence, he fully seated himself in your cunt. Nearly collapsing onto the door, one arm wrapped around your waist, effectively holding you up. Biting down on your tongue to not let a singular noise out, you struggled to keep your eyes open.

Josh wasted no time, effectively pounding into you, your legs slowly parting further and further with each thrust. His own feet kicked yours back into place, struggling to speak through his own panting breath. “Keep your feet still. Don’t let them move, understand?” You nodded, a whimper falling from you moments later.

His large hand slapped over your mouth, wide eyes staring into your own heavy lidded ones. “Can’t keep quiet, birdie girl? That’s fine. Say my name then.” Refusing to give in, your forehead rested on the cool thin door. Hand splayed on it to steady yourself with the punishing pace, you could feel your orgasm approaching.

With a few flutters of your walls, Josh spoke again, sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh, you’re close, mama. I can-I can feel it, sweet girl. C’mon, finish for me. You’ve been so good, do it.” With his words of encouragement, you fell over the edge.

Body going rigid and weak, his hand left your mouth the minute it came to you. Tiny whimpers and one small word left your lips. As he heard his name moaned out, it pushed him to his own climax. The small ego boost of hearing his name come from you as you came on him was sending him to another plane of existence.

When he pulled out from you, he fixed your underwear, patting the crotch that was catching your mixed releases. “Hold onto that for me, ‘kay? I’ll check on it later tonight,” he spun you around as he spoke, connecting you both in a gentle kiss.

“Really, what do you think?” As he readjusted his suit, checking himself in the mirror, he watched your reflection, seeing your blissed out face meeting him with a smile. “It looks great, Josh. I love it and they’re all going to love it too. Promise.”

He nodded, eyes only able to look at the smooth tabletop of the dressing table, you kissed his velvet clad shoulder, telling him you still had some duties to do before the show. He stopped you before you could slip out, pretending to fix your hair while he asked you the most important question he ever had.

“So-um. I was wondering if, I don’t know, maybe you might want to stay for the show. Just tonight, you know? I know you typically go sleep during the show, but I don’t know, I was thinking maybe just for tonight-” you cut him off, hands cradling his jaw as you kissed him, shutting up his nervous chatter.

Agreeing to stay for the show was everything he had been hoping for and then some. It was the best news of his life.

That was one of the best shows of the tour. Josh’s confidence boost only perfected his stage presence even more. It was also the first show you had stayed to watch despite how truly exhausted you were. Not only from the extracurricular activities that took up your afternoon, but your work responsibilities, too.

He knew you were watching that night. It was why he went above and beyond. To truly show what he did and why he was so damn good at it. Almost needing to prove himself to you.

It was worth it.

Nearly the next two weeks were going to be a break. A break from life on the road, your job, all of it. Your heart slightly ached at the thought of being away from Josh for two weeks.

The longest you two were going to be apart for the first time in nearly a year. It was going to be odd. Not having him taking up every waking moment of your day.

That’s good. Space is exactly what you need from him. It’ll put things in perspective for you. About how out of control this situation has gotten.

It didn’t last long. In fact, it didn’t happen at all. The night you got home, Josh offered to drive you back to your apartment. Hastily agreeing after not being able to sleep with him for three nights, Josh had you pressed against the elevator walls.

His mouth fighting for dominance with yours. Your hands tangled in his hair. His knee shoved between your legs. Breath mingling in short exasperated spurts.

Hardly separating the entire way to your door, your hands trembled as you tried to unlock it. When you opened the door, Josh’s hands were on your hips, leading you into the house, but immediately dropped when the yells rang out into the air.

“Welcome home, birdie!” You screamed, jumping back into Josh as his hands stilled you, his own yell echoing through the apartment. Hand over your heart, you were trying to catch your breath as your mom and siblings laughter wracked their bodies.

Hunching over, you started laughing with them. “Jesus. What the hell, mom?” Crossing the room, she embraced you in a monstrous hug. Feeling the comfort of your moms hug nearly brought tears to your eyes as she rocked you back and forth, hand smoothing your hair.

Her laughter mixed with her words as she spoke. “Wanted to surprise you! The kids were dying to see you,” you pulled back, feeling them grab you into another hug.

Your mom crossed the space and beamed at Josh. “You must be Mr. Kiszka! It’s such a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for driving her home, I know she left her car here.” Josh’s bright red face let on to how excited and slightly uncomfortable he felt at that moment.

Eyes falling to you and seeing your easy smile signaled he was okay to continue talking with her as you spoke with your brother and sister. “Of course. I wanted to make sure she got home okay. I should really be going though,” your head snapped in his direction, nodding in agreement with him.

“Thank you again for the ride. If you need anything,” your mom waved you off, pulling Josh towards your couch. “Nonsense. We got a bunch of food and you’re more than welcome to join us.”

Your eyes went wide, trying to say otherwise, but she hushed you. “Birdie! Be polite to your boss. He was kind enough to drive you home. The least you can do is invite him to stay for dinner. Jesus, where are your manners?”

There it was. That feeling again.

Reality is creeping in. Look at how your mom and siblings are talking with him. You’re sleeping with him. What would your mom say about that? He’s your boss for crying out loud. Look at what’s happening right now.

Remaining silent for a majority of the night as he told story after story to entertain everyone, clearly enjoying getting in with you like this. All you could think about was how inappropriate this was. How well he was getting along with your mom and brother and sister. This wasn’t okay.

It’s gone too far.

When Josh left that night, you didn’t see him for the remainder of the break. You lied and said you flew back to California to spend time with them. He didn’t second guess it. Hardly even having communication with him was good. Hard? Sure, but what you needed to take in the reality of what was happening.

Instead, you moped around your house after your mom had left to go back home two days later. The remainder of the break was spent wallowing alone. Trying to figure out where the line had been crossed. Why you didn’t catch it sooner. How you could be so careless and stupid.

Your mother almost caught you. With your boss. That was a new low for you. As the time flew by on the break, you found yourself filled with another sense of dread with having to face him. Having to do what you needed to.

Cutting this off. Ending it before it turned out poorly for one, or worse, both of you. Choosing to remain distant once back on the road had Josh spinning. You had left for break on good terms. What the hell happened? Did he say something to your mom that offended her or you?

Constantly wracking his brain whenever he tried to make a move towards you and you would shut it down. You were hardly even speaking to him anymore. If it wasn’t to do with work matters, you were far away. It was driving him mad.

Finally cornering you one night after a show, he shut the door to his dressing room as you checked on his vitamins to ensure they were there for him for the post show check. When the door clicked behind you, a small sigh fell from your lips.

Dread.

“What’s going on with you? Did I do something to upset you?” He was whispering, speaking low so no one could hear from the other side of the door. Facing him, you shook your head, exhaustion grabbing hold of your body. “No.”

His brow furrowed, moving closer to you. When his hand reached out to grab your own, you moved back out of his reach. Head cocking to the side, eyes wild with confusion, he scoffed. “That right there! That’s what I’m talking about. Are you alright? What did I do?”

His tone was picking up, speaking faster the more frustrated he became. Still speaking quietly, but the bite in his words still present had you growing flustered. Arms crossing over your chest, tongue poking into the side of your cheek, you were battling in yourself.

Do it. Draw the line. Create the boundary. Check his limits. Make him understand what this is.

Eyes slipping shut, shaking your head, you looked back at him. “I don’t understand why you’re getting so frustrated. All this was, was sleeping together. If you need it that bad, then go get it somewhere else. There’s a whole army of girls out there that will fall to their knees for you in a heartbeat.”

That got him. His mouth was agape, eyes wide in shock, unable to move. Still clad in his stage garb, rhinestones adorned on his flush cheeks, bare feet rooted to the ground, he was a spectacle to witness. It made it all the harder.

“I need to get changed.” It was at a normal volume, eyes peeled away from yours, unable to look at you. Slipping past him, your shoulder brushed his chest as you opened the door. The heat that emanated from him encompassed you from just the miniscule contact. When you closed it behind you a shaky breath fell from your lips, looking at your checklist to see what you needed to do next.

The tremble in your hands growing worse by the minute.

You were in this town for a couple of days, the next being an off day. Josh shrugged off the night before. He thought maybe you were just having an off couple of days. It was bound to happen. Everyone had their share of bad moods after being on the road for so long. He figured that you were just going through yours.

It was the next afternoon when you were asked by the group if you would accompany them on an evening out. Bar hopping through the vibrant downtown nightlife. His eyes were hopeful, peering at you, basically begging you.

You declined.

Instead opting to spend the night alone taking yourself out to dinner, calling your mom, and taking a brisk stroll. Should you have been out by yourself that late? No, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Depressing. That was the only way to describe the missing enigma that was Josh. Having crossed the threshold that you did with him, then going to plainly ignoring him. Rough. As you continued wandering around the more it slapped you in the face.

Was he your boss? Yes. Honestly, did it matter? Your work was still the same, productivity still incredibly high. You meshed so well together. You knew the man inside and out. The second he started slipping into your world, you freaked out, not having had that happen before. It was different. Something you needed to get used to. Could you get used to Josh in your bubble? Yes, you could. Then what was the problem?

The fear of rejection? Of him growing tired of you once the tour was over? That wasn’t Josh and you knew it. It was playing a side of life you hadn’t before. Of being a little dangerous. Doing something you weren’t technically supposed to.

But it was Josh.

Speed walking back to the hotel, you knew you needed to fix this. The chilly air nipped at your cheeks as you hurried back to the building. You wanted to talk to him, explain what the issue was. How you weren’t afraid anymore. If Josh was there with you, it would be fine.

Hitting the floor button multiple times, trying to speed up the elevator to get to the correct floor, you could feel your smile growing. This was right. It was Josh. This is what you need to do right now. Where you should be.

As the doors opened to the floor, you rooted to your spot as he filled your vision. He was facing you, eyes closed as the girl that was attached to him fumbled with the hotel room door. The ding of the elevator had gotten his attention, when he saw you standing there taking in his actions, he wanted to die.

Never having seen that expression on your face before, it broke him. He never wanted to see that again. The total anguish that morphed your features into one of pain. That he was the cause of.

The doors shut, you not having left the elevator, you rode it back down to the lobby. Danny and Sam stood at the exit, confused as to where you were going this late, questions filling the air around you. “Out,” was your only response to them.

Danny quickly called out after you as you continued walking towards the front entrance. “I don’t think that’s a good idea! It’s really late. If you want to go out, I’ll go with you, but I cannot in good conscience let you go out alone.” You stopped in your tracks, jaw setting as you played your options in your mind.

Turning on your heel, you plastered the best faux smile you could onto your face. “No, you’re right. It’s too late. I’ll just head up and hang out in the room.” His smile grew, taking it as a victory as you walked back to the elevator with him, Sam still watching you two as you reapproached him.

His scrutinizing gaze held your body as you walked past him into the elevator. “You sure you’re alright? Acting a little squirrely,” you shrugged, trying to play off what had just happened. “Totally fine. Just having a hard time trying to sleep so I was going on a walk to tire myself out.”

The elevator doors opening to your floor was a haven. The two still needing to ride up a couple more floors, you bid them goodnight, waving over your shoulder as they continued their trek upwards. Rushing to your own door, flying by his, you got it open as you heard another one creek into the hallway.

With the door closed, your forehead rested against the cool wood. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to tamp down the horrible feeling worming its way into you. Jumping with a small yelp, there was a thumping on the other side of the door.

Peering out the peephole, he stood on the other side. Not looking at the door, but instead eyes downcast, hands on his hips as he listened for movement. “Birdie. I know you’re in there. I saw you run down the hall.”

Backing away from the door, you didn’t want to deal with this. Not tonight. Not right now. Emotions too high. Feelings too much. You heard his loud sigh and the sound of something running along the door.

“Okay, well I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk. Not going anywhere.” His grunt as he firmly planted his ass on the carpeted ground echoed out into the hall. What the hell did he think he was doing? He looks like a fucking crazy person sitting out there like that. Fine, he wants to do this, then we’ll do this.

Storming over to the door and throwing it open, his expectant eyes looked up at you where the door once rested. Once they connected with your fiery ones, he knew it was about to happen. Standing and entering your room, following after you, the door shut letting you both know you could start.

“You’re mad.” He finally started after you refused to break the silence. Scoffing at him and rolling your eyes, your arms crossed soundly over your chest. “Obviously.” He shrugged, tongue darting out and laying flat on his bottom lip, thumb brushing over the skin. “You have no right to be upset.”

You could’ve sworn at that exact moment your eyes could have bugged out of your head and onto the floor below. “Excuse me?” His hands went up in the air before landing on his head, exasperated with the entire events of the last few days.

“Birdie, you wanted this! You wouldn’t talk to me, look at me, interact with me, nothing. I ask you what’s wrong wanting to fix this and you tell me that I need to go sleep with other girls because that’s what this is. That all you and I have is sex.” Shaking your head, you could feel tears welling in your eyes.

That was exactly what you had said, but it wasn’t what you meant. Not in the slightest. Sniffling into the room you cleared your throat before speaking. “I know,” his face went into his hands, falling away and eyeing you like you were absolutely crazy.

“Then I have no idea what the problem is.” Gaining the courage to look into his eyes, you sighed. “I don’t want you sleeping with anyone, Josh.” Deciding in a moment's notice that this needed to be done right then, not letting him speak, you continued on. “I like you. A lot. I don’t want you sleeping with anyone.”

Your voice had quieted, the loud tone gone. Josh’s voice evened to match yours. “Then, why the hell did you say that?” Plopping down on the edge of the mattress, you struggled to put it into words, a total word vomit exploding from you.

“Because this is moving so fast! I-I feel like we’ve skipped every single dating step. I know everything there is to know about you. You met my family!” Trying to calm down, you took a deep breath. “It’s just a lot. Not to mention you’re still my boss.” A sigh fell from the boy's lips, crouching down and his palms laying flat on the tops of your thighs.

When his lips landed on your forehead, he stood, kicking his shoes off and laying on the bed with a loud groan. Making a show of trying to get comfortable, he moved the pillows around, turned on the lamps on both nightstand tables, and patted the spot next to him.

Your furrowed brows showed you didn’t understand what he was doing. “Tell me everything about you. I want to know it all.” Hesitating, he spoke before you could, reassuring words washing over you. “I like you, birdie. A lot. This is more to me than just sex. I hope you know that. We have nowhere to be so you and I are gonna sit here all night and you’re going to tell me every detail about your life. I want to know it all.”

Feeling your eyes burn with tears, your head fell forward, walking towards your side of the bed and sitting criss-cross applesauce. Wracking your brain about if this was the right thing to do, you decided it was. It absolutely was.

“I grew up in California with my mom and brother and sister. It had been just us since I was nine years old.” That was just the start.

You two stayed up all night as you shared every minute speckle of information you could think of to him. He ate it up. It was like the best story he had ever heard. Enamored with how you became the person you were. What you had to go through and endure just to get where you were now. It was inspiring.

It was like he was looking at you in an entirely different light. Somehow one that made him fall for you even more. He didn’t think that was possible, but there it was. With every sentence you spoke, he hung on each word. Inching closer to him as the night went on, you weren’t sure when, but at some point you two had fallen asleep together.

Completely entangled in the others limbs, your head resting on his arm, fingers tangled together, legs meshed as one, his free arm tucked behind his head, your free one draped across his torso. You felt no remorse or guilt about having shared what you did. A new line, a new set of rules had to be made, but you were fine with that.

It was something that could happen as time went on, drafting them and redrafting them together. Establishing new boundaries with one another instead of you creating imaginary ones in your mind. No, this needed to be done together.

Excitement.

The butterflies danced in your stomach as you walked some city streets with Josh, dressed up just a bit. He had slipped a note under your papers on your clipboard knowing that you checked them all at the end of the night and you were in awe when you read it.

Roses are red, violets are blue, it would be an honor to go on a first date with you. -J

(This part doesn’t rhyme, but be dressed and ready tomorrow night at nine. A little nice. Nothing too much. Okay I think that’s all. If there’s more I’ll just text you)

You giggled uncontrollably at the adorable note, stashing it away with the other he had written for you before. Spending far too much time getting primped and ready for your date with him, you couldn’t fight the nerves pounding you.

This was different from all of the other hangouts you did. There was more pressure. An actual date.

When Josh lightly knocked at your door, you saw him slightly dressed up and whistled as you took him in. “Looking sharp, Mr. Kiszka.” He did a small twirl, cheeks growing pinker by the second as he eyed you in your outfit.

“I can say the same about you.” He immediately took your hand, running down the hallway together, trying to avoid anyone and everyone so as not to be seen going out together. The entire walk to the restaurant was quiet, but comfortable. Excitement and nerves wracking you both.

As you two were about to walk into the front doors, he stopped, pulling you back towards him and smiling brightly at you. “I hate first dates. They’re awkward and hard. Why don’t we just make it as casual as we can. It’s still us.” Taking a deep breath at his words, you nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand as he leaned in, placing a light kiss to your lips.

Like breathing in new life, it invigorated you. Bringing you back to the moment and who you were really here with. Not a stranger, the complete opposite. Someone you knew like the back of your hand and vice versa. There was no need for it to be weird.

The evening was one of the best you two had spent together. Fantastic food, many laughs, it made you think back to France. The night it all changed. As you sipped your glass, Josh caught his breath from laughing at a story about his brothers in high school.

“You know this isn’t our first date?” You set your glass down, eyebrows going up as you uttered those words. “At least, I don’t count it as our first.” His brow furrowed, shaking his head as he thought about it.

When it dawned on him, he smiled, face tinting. “France.” You both spoke out at the same time. Thinking fondly back to that night, you watched as he swallowed thickly, standing from the table and taking your hand in his.

Rushing back to the hotel room, you played into the first date theme of the evening. Once the door shut behind you both, Josh’s lips landed firmly on your collarbones, dusting them with kisses. “I normally don’t put out on the first date. I hate to have given you that impression twice,” your breath caught in your throat as you felt his breath fan against your skin with a laugh.

Hands cupping your cheeks, tucking the hair behind your ears, his beaming smile greeted you as he held eye contact with you. “Well I normally am not in love on the first date. I hate to have given you that impression twice,” he pulled you towards him, lips meeting in a gentle fashion. No rush, no time frame to follow.

Just you two, reveling in that moment.

Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, Josh sitting up against the headboard, you in his lap, legs on either side of his frame, lightly moving as you breathed the other in. Hair stuck to napes of necks, arms wrapped securely around your waist to ensure you couldn’t escape, panting moans falling into the room.

It was heaven. Being with him like this. In such a natural and graceful form. Where you two melded together as one. I love you’s whispered out, afraid to fall to anyone else's ears, only meant for the lover they held.

Reaching peaks together as white hot passion blinded you. Head falling back, exposing the expanse of your neck, he pulled you back to him, not wanting you to go so far. Feeling him seep out of you, back onto his still hard shaft. The most intense end you had ever reached in your life.

Knowing you would never have a session like this again. Where so much was shared without a single word uttered than the bare necessities. Going down to the bare roots and core of your partner. Feeling the indents his fingertips were going to leave for days to come. A scalding memory of the night.

One you would never forget.

Secret rendezvous and dates became a normality for you two on the road. Long after the posse had retreated for the night, Josh would come to your door and whisk you away for as long as he could. Sometimes for the entire night, others for as little as a half an hour. It didn’t matter as long as he had some time with you. It was all he needed. All he craved.

Stolen glances and touches were shared more and more. Getting more confident with each move, you started initiating some. Much to Josh’s surprise. You never did falter and call him by his first name in front of everyone though. Still holding firm to your job and its duties was still of the utmost importance to you.

It’s why when his mom came to a show, you were on top of your game. Wanting him to spend as much time with her as he could, you took over even more. He spoke of his mom so often to you, he obviously loved her dearly. Wanting you to meet her as his partner was just not in the cards right now. Instead, you were introduced as his assistant.

Staying and chatting with her for a bit as he changed into his show garb, filming a video with her as a cameo had giggles and laughter fluttering from everyone. You knew where he got his light and spark from.

When it was show time, Josh’s hand squeezed yours a second longer than he should have. His mom watched from afar the little motion, her eyebrow shooting up at it. Watching as her son's gaze held you even after your attention had turned to continue doing your job.

She bit back a smile, feeling the giddy sensation fill her at what she was witnessing. “Mrs. Kiszka, can I take you to your seat?” You offered and she agreed, walking slowly with you to where her dedicated seat was for the show.

“How are you and Josh getting along? I know he can be a lot to handle,” you laughed at her words, shrugging as you did. “Great! Mr. Kiszka is easy to work with actually.” She hummed, turning to face you fully as her hand landed on your cheek with a light pat.

Sighing, she offered a gentle smile. “I see why he loves you,” your jaw fell open, shaking your head, but her bubbling laugh filled the space. “Oh, honey. It’s so obvious, I’m shocked no one else has caught on. Maybe it’s because I’m his mother, but the way he looks at you is like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

Unsure how to respond, not knowing if you should just give in or deny, she held her hands up. “I won’t say anything, promise. You let me know if he does something stupid. It’s still Josh.” Smiling at her words, she turned and took her seat in the stands, the boys immediately finding their mother and where she was watching from, subtly saying hello.

The next night, Josh laid next to you in bed, a sheepish look plastered on his face. “I did something bad.” Your deadpanned expression told him you weren’t amused with whatever he was about to say.

“I told my mom about us. She said she already knew, I swear I don’t know how, but yeah. She’s the only one. Scouts honor,” he held the signal up as he spoke, clearly worried about your reaction. Sitting up in the bed and coming face to face with him you smiled. “Your mom told me last night at the show she knew. Something about how you looked at me,” his soft smile had his dimples on display.

Nodding at your words, he cleared his throat, taking in a breath. “Yeah, well I don’t know what look she’s talking about. I promise though, no one else knows.” Leaning down and chastly kissing you, you pulled back and spoke.

“Good. The whole secret relationship thing is such a turn on.” He mumbled against your lips as he spoke again. “I am so glad to hear you say that because I have a few games I want to play with you.”

Pulling back, your eyebrows shot up your face. “Games?” He nodded, looking at you like you were crazy for not already knowing what he was talking about. “Sexy chicken, vibrator controlled by the phone remote-” pushing his face away with a laugh, he giggled, hair a poofy mess as he fell back down to you.

“Joking, joking. I wouldn’t want my goody two shoes to get in trouble. Oh, I figured out your favorite color by the way." You rolled your eyes at his enthusiastic tone.

Patting his lips, a shit eating grin took over his face. "You know what they say about a mans lip color, right?" This was going to be a blast.

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