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littlemisslipbalm · 1 year ago

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August, honey, you were mine

Josh Kiszka x Fem!reader - Enemies to Lovers College!AU

When originally deciding to be a film and visual arts student, Y/N had thought her biggest issue would be getting a job after college. She hadn’t known that the other people in her major would actually be her greatest obstacle to completing her degree.

So this photo is insane and likely not accurate to the time that this would be set. However, IDC and he looks beautiful.

Separately, here is my College!AU Enemies to Lovers Josh fic... I started working on this over a year ago and really it's silly because I lost the feeling that I wanted him to be mean so maybe it loses steam, idk let me know what yall think pls and reblogs appreciated - lots of love xoxo etc. more to come.

Summary: Forced together by fate or maybe just scheduling, Josh and Y/N can't stand being in the same room together. Unfortunately, with classes and her shifts at the Lover's Inn, it seems that Josh is in her life more than ever. Can hate turn into love or has something been there since the beginning?

Word Count: 13 k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, enemies to lovers, nauseating fluff, SMUT 18+ (specifics below the cut)

oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, edging, mild? dirty talk, female masturbation, i think that's it!

It wasn’t that everyone was annoying. Sure, film students could be a lot, especially for Y/N when she was planning on going into costuming and styling rather than other production aspects. There were just a few overzealous students who seemed to get under her skin more than others.

Namely, Josh M. Kiszka. He was talented in many respects, begrudgingly she would admit that. However, his annoyances and shortcomings outweighed his talents tenfold. One spark of genius would cause ten pitfalls and plot holes, leaving a forest fire of destruction in his wake.

His curly hair was disturbingly trimmed leaving a small rat tail at the nape of his neck for the majority of the time she had known him –at the beginning of this year he had finally cut it and seemed to be trying to grow it out but she didn’t care. He was absurd and even disturbing at times. His smile took up too much of his face when he grinned maniacally. And she could go on.

Now, being in the same major as someone could be irritating at times, but in reality sharing one to two classes a semester shouldn’t be the end of the world. Sometimes it certainly felt like it with Josh since it seemed like he turned everything up to an 11 on purpose. A bursting zipper was a catastrophe, the wrong colored shirt was the work of the devil. But realistically, she only should’ve seen him at most eight hours out of her week – if she could avoid being paired with him for any group projects. She could do eight hours of him droning on about the intricacies of a film and chattering away about his new big idea.

What she couldn’t do was essentially work for him. And she didn’t work for him. At all. But he certainly seemed to think so every Thursday night.

The first time Josh Kiszka walked into the green room at Lover’s Inn, the college town's local venue made for serious music and serious drinking, while Y/N was working, she thought it was some sick joke. She chalked it up to the fact that her karma must be god awful and this was her cosmic punishment.

She had worked there for two years before this, consistently doing backstage work happily for the experience of potentially helping musicians with costuming and styling if they ever took her up on her offer. Mostly, her job consisted of fulfilling riders and babysitting.

On this fated Thursday, it was raining as the fading summer quickly turned into a blustery fall. The trees faded quickly, changing just as fast as they had blossomed. The biting cold of the rain had soaked her hair so when she burst through the stage right door, a spray of rain flew from her head as she gasped in the warm room temperature air.

First rain made people drive terribly, making her later than she would’ve liked to set up the things requested by the band tonight. She was slightly bummed that because she was rushing, she might not have a chance to offer her assistance with styling of the new band, but she thought she’d just ask to help them out at a later date since her manager had told her that if they played well tonight they were going to get the recurring Thursday night spot.

Greta Van Fleet was their name, which she thought was cool, but given their rider, she had a funny feeling that they were probably like most local Michigan bands, mediocre at best, creeps at worst.

The two cases of beers as well as some strange hippie bullshit snacks gave her the inkling of what to expect.

The moment she hears her name from a particular voice, a pit of dread opens up in her stomach. She didn’t know exactly why he was here but she knew instantly that tonight was going to be a long, long night. She finished straightening out the tea corner the band had requested and swiveled around to face the curly-haired bastard. The stupid smirk was already on his lips and his eyes were full of the tell-tale mischief that came with Josh.

“You got a crush on me or something?” He quirks his head with a raise of his eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”

Josh knew she didn’t have a crush on him. Quite the opposite of it, but he loved to see her get furious with him. It brought him insurmountable joy.

“Never in your most self-serving, indulgent fantasies,” She seethes and juts a hip and folds her arms across her chest, taking on a defensive stance immediately. “I work here, Josh. What are you doing here?”

He grins, taking a few more steps into the room before pausing and looking around for a moment. His eyes cast around the worn leather couches, the two rugs mismatched and covering one another, a circular coffee table that had clearly seen too much cocaine in its heyday, and the table filled with snacks and drinks perfectly placed for his band’s amusement, before returning to his classmate staring at him with an appalled but also concerned face.

“Work, of sorts,” He shrugs, the smile never leaving his face. “Moreso play.”

She rolls her eyes but feels her breath hitch as Josh crosses the room further, coming extremely close to her. Her eyes widen as he continues to smile at her with an innocence she knew was an act. It doesn’t leave his intensely sculpted face that was unseasonably tanned for Michigan, even if summer had just ended. His hand reaches out to the right of her frame and plucks a fruit snack pack from the basket she had placed them in five minutes prior.

“Those are for–”

“The band?” He asks, his head cocked to the side once more, after finishing tearing the bag open with nimble fingers. “Thanks, by the way, lover. You got my favorite brand.”

The pure joy Josh had just found in seeing her face contort in disgust at the nickname he had just come up with meant it wasn’t going away anytime soon. He thought he was clever for calling her something inaccurate yet also fitting since her place of work was called Lover’s Inn. In his eyes, it was perfect.

“You’re not…” She trails off seeing the delight in Josh’s features.

He nods, not taking a step back from her personal space and popping an organic fruit snack into his smug mouth. “I am. The lead singer, actually.”

She turns back around to remove herself from the close proximity of Josh. “You’re just bullshitting me,” She mutters, shaking her head, refusing to believe him despite her knowing realistically, it was likely true.

“No –” His next thought, likely one to continue his aggravating crusade, was cut off by someone else’s voice.

“Josh, y’know you could help with the drum kit, like you’re supposed to,” A younger man with long flowing locks complains as he carries in two bass cases. His hair was damp, but drying, signifying the rain was subsiding. Josh’s hair had given no indication of the weather due to the drying but jarringly yellow umbrella that lay abandoned by the door.

Once the cases are carefully set down in a corner of the room, he realizes that Josh was not alone. He uses a hand to flip his long hair back from his face and regards the other person in the room, coming to Josh’s side.

“Hey,” He sticks the same hand out and has a goofily familiar grin on his face. “I’m Sam.”

She takes his hand, telling him her name while giving his hand a shake before letting go rather quickly, she was confused.

“You’re in the band,” She confirms to Sam, who nods affirmatively. “And Josh is in it too?” She asks more skeptically.

“Sure is,” Sam looks at Josh quickly before smiling again, like an all knowing fox. “He likes to act like we’re already famous and don’t have to load our own equipment, but we’ll be lucky to score this gig, Ja–”

“Okay, Sammy,” Josh cuts the younger boy off. “I’ll come out and help, just, shut the hell up.”

Y/N quirks her head as she watches them shuffle back out of the same door she had come through twenty minutes prior, watching the way they interact with one another. She goes back to finishing up the table. It looked fine, but she still felt the need to turn all of the fruit snacks so that they were facing forward and make sure the extras of things she had bought were clearly accessible.

Another younger guy with curlier hair walked in while she was still fussing over the table, a part of a drum kit on his back and a drawstring backpack in his hand.

“I’m Danny,” He introduces quickly after shuffling off the large equipment bag and placing it on the outside of the green room door that leads to the rest of the venue. “Drummer.”

She nods and introduces herself once more, directing him to the table of the fulfilled rider items and that she was around to answer any questions that weren’t specifically technical. Her job, after fulfilling the rider, was handling the band before and after they performed, essentially. She attempted to make that more styling and costume related, but in reality she just was there to make sure no one got too hammered before going out on the stage and no one passed out in the green room afterwards. It was a small venue and therefore a small crew but thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about the instruments as well. Just the people.

When Josh returned to the room through the side door, she was still waiting at the entrance. Her body leaned against the inner frame of the door. It was shut to keep the noise of the rest of the venue out of here, and vice versa. She didn’t want to be in the room any longer than she had to be, but she needed to check off with the entirety of the band. It was to ensure that all of them were here prior to their set and to check in with them about anything else they might need. Now that she knew Josh was in the band, she really wished she could just leave. She certainly was not going to ask about styling, she already had her allotment of fighting over clothing with Josh for the week in class on Tuesday.

The surprising thing about Josh’s arrival is the second copy of him that appears behind him. Like the first stranger, he had long stringy brown hair and slopey dark brown eyes. Unlike Sam, however, he was literally identical to Josh. One realization came to her silently, Sam was Josh’s little brother, that’s why his grin had been so unnervingly familiar.

This man, just two steps behind Josh, though, he was more than familiar. He was the spitting image of Josh except for his hair.

She can’t stop this realization from being audible. As the two of them stand practically side by side as they converse with one another, seeming to almost mirror one another, she blurts out words before she can think twice.

“Twins!” Her voice sounds overjoyed at the realization that they were identical. There was a hopeful glinting look in her eyes as her hands clasp in front of her and she smiles. The fact that Josh was a pain in her ass is forgotten for a moment because she finds it so interesting and unbelievable that identical twins were standing before her and that she had known one all along without knowing it.

Josh stops speaking mid-sentence to regard her and he’s surprised by her reaction. The twin looks perplexed as well with a raised left eyebrow. She is wowed once more.

Josh says her name and hands Danny the rest of his drum kit. “This is my other brother, Jake.”

“And you’re twins? Identical?” She repeats after Jake waves.

“I think you know the answer to that,” Josh throws his hands up in a theatric flourish adding to the condescending tone.

Jake replies far more cordially. “What Josh means to say is, yes we are identical twins. Thanks for noticing.”

“I’m sorry,” She back tracks, remembering the situation and laughing, still feeling off-kilter. “I’ve known Josh for two unbelievably long years and he’s never mentioned once that he has an identical twin brother that he’s in a band with – and he talks enough for it to have come up at least once.”

Josh rolls his eyes with a huff of breath, deciding that he wants to continue helping with their equipment and belongings rather than listen to what he was sure was about to turn into a ‘shit on Josh’ situation.

Jake’s laughter is loud and unadulterated as he crosses the room towards Y/N with the same smile his brothers had, except his didn’t make her want to wring his neck. “He’s always talked too much, I can asure you that. What makes you clearly an unwilling acquaintance of his?”

The grin on her face feels like it’s taking up the entire room. Already, Josh’s twin was leaps and bounds ahead of him in terms of how much she wanted to be around this person. She also liked his hair, it was long and pretty, maybe it needed a good shampoo and condition but it didn’t have a rat tail, which was the biggest plus in her book. When Josh had returned this school year without it, she had rejoiced but also been slightly dismayed that she hadn’t had the satisfaction of snipping it off herself. On several occasions, she remembered waking up with a triumphant smile after cutting it off in some of her more vivid dreams. She wasn’t completely sure if she could be trusted with scissors around Josh so maybe it was better in the end.

“We’re the same major, unfortunately.”

“Oh,” Jake’s voice holds deep understanding. “I’m sure that can be a lot. I used to help out on his films when we were in high school, so I know he’s…passionate.”

She snorts and shakes her head, acknowledging what he had said before once again remembering she was working. “Yeah, that’s one way of putting it.” She casts her eyes around the room and sees that the four guys are all in the room. Josh had returned and was trying and failing to look like he wasn’t eavesdropping on her and Jake’s conversation. “Anyways, now that I know you’re all here, I can leave you be. Just let me know if there’s anything you need before your set. The techs will come in around,” She pauses looking at her watch. “7:00 to have y’all go set up and go over that kind of stuff. You need to be out on that stage at 8, no if’s, and’s or but’s. Also, if you do get the recurring slot, I’d love to help y’all with styling if you’d be interested since that’s more my expertise.”

She hears Josh snort at her last sentence but she pointedly ignores it, only looking at the other three band members.

“How do we find you if we need something?” Sam asks, settling into the darkest brown leather couch like a lanky puppy, all limbs and no idea how to control them gracefully.

“I, uh,” She stops, realizing she normally handed out her phone number since she hated the radios they were supposed to use. For some reason, giving her number to Josh’s band made her uneasy and then she remembered with a sigh. “Josh has my number from previous group projects, assuming he knows how to use his phone he should be able to give it to you.”

“What’s your number again?”

“You don’t have me saved?” She’s exasperated to say the least and a little offended otherwise. They had quite literally been paired in a duo group project their first week of college, two years ago. If he hadn’t saved her number after all this time, she’s sure she would strangle him.

“I think I do,” He looks down at his phone, scrolling through something, “just double checking something.”

“Give me your phone,” She rolls her eyes and places the palm of her hand out waiting for the weight of Josh’s phone to be felt. She types in her number into the search bar of his contacts. The names dwindle until only ‘August’ pops up. She finishes typing the entire number and the name ‘August’ is still staring back at her on the screen. She looks between the phone and Josh a few times before clicking the name and verifying that it was her phone number.

“Why the fuck do you have me as ‘August’ in your phone?”

Josh grins triumphant and satisfied. When she glares at him, he shrugs and plucks the phone back from her grasp. “We met in August, I didn’t remember your name from class and I didn’t bother to ask. By the time I knew it, I couldn’t be bothered to change it.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Is Lover better or worse than August? Because I’m willing to change it to that,” He continues looking at her with that wolfish look in his eye.

“I fucking hate you.” She says with a shake of her head before addressing the rest of the room again. “Well, if any of you three need me, don’t hesitate to find me down the hall or get my number from the gremlin that fronts your band and shoot me a text. Josh, do not bother me.”

“Only in my dreams, I know, lover.” Josh mimics being shot by an arrow in his heart and stumbles back before winking evilly at her.

“Right,” She sighs heavily and tries to smile lightly at the other three who offer her sympathetic smiles back. “I’ll be back at 7:45 if no one needs me before then.”

A chorus of thanks follows her out the door and she ignores Josh’s voice again as she goes. It’s pitched up and honeyed sweet and it makes her sick.

That was the first night. They had been good. Josh’s voice was surprisingly amazing and the rest of them were talented with their instruments. Jake was especially good on the guitar. She tried to focus on the instruments rather than Josh’s voice but it was almost impossible to listen to just one piece of their music, they all complemented each other so well. Even Josh’s voice didn’t overpower but finished the rest of the music being made.

They had also been clean and on time. Two things her manager liked even more than a good sounding band that amassed a crowd was a good sounding band that didn’t require a lot of assistance or cleaning up after. Greta Van Fleet secured the recurring Thursday night gig at Lover’s Inn. Which ensured that she got to endure more Josh Kiszka in her life than ever before.

They would fight in class and bicker during group projects that they got paired for and then to end her week just perfectly, she’d have Josh at her place of work, continuing to push her buttons and attempting to boss her around.

He delighted in calling her ‘Lover’ and being a nuisance when she was trying to help one of his bandmates. He always had issues with the vests and belts she found for him, despite them being exactly what he asked for, if not better. And he always, always had that stupid smug smirk on his face when he was around her.

In the middle of the semester, the film and visual arts third years were assigned a very intensive project. It could be alone or in groups but you had to do it all if you did it alone. As luck would have it or maybe it was just a cruel joke being played on her by the rest of the department, she and Josh were the only two not paired up who didn’t want to work alone. She contemplated doing it all on her own, but she knew she wasn’t the strongest writer and with the rest of her classes and the Lover’s Inn gig keeping her busy, she had to swallow her pride. Bite the bullet that was Josh Kiszka now entering another part of her life: her life away from both school and work.

They had looked at one another with dismay in their eyes. Even Josh couldn’t spin this as a way to torture her, this was genuinely not his ideal scenario for an important project either. They departed class on Wednesday with a sighing compromise that they would talk about it after the gig on Thursday.

On Thursday, Josh arrived first out of his band mates to the green room. She was there, finishing up unloading the grocery bags and double checking the cleanliness of the room. Even if Josh was a pain in her ass, she didn’t let her negative feelings for him change how she did her job.

“Well if it isn’t my number one fan, lover!” Josh greets, resting his backpack at the edge of the couch closest to the side stage door.

She sighed. She rejoiced on the Thursdays when it was one of the others to stroll through the door first, so that she wouldn’t have to be alone with Josh anymore for the week. Bringing herself to face him was hard, she had already seen enough of him this week and after the big announcement in class yesterday, she really could do without hearing his voice.

“I know you’ve probably heard this a lot before, so you should understand when I say ‘not in the mood’.”

“Oh lover, you wound me,” He gives her moon eyes before he rolls his eyes and walks around the room, continuing to place his stuff where he liked. The band had been working here for two months now and each of them had gotten into a groove. They had their spots and corners that they liked to chill in until it was time to get to work.

“Do you want your clothes or not?” She leans into her hip as she stares at him expectantly, waiting for him to stop messing around with the throw blanket’s tassels.

“I’d certainly go out and perform naked, I’m sure lots of people would thank you for your brilliant idea. Me in my true glory.”

She scoffs and crosses to her tote bag, dropped by the entrance. She shuffles through it for Josh’s new vest and the belt she found that matched it perfectly. The vest was tan with gold embellishments and looked like it would fit his small frame. The belt was also encrusted with gold broqaue and turquoise stones with a loud engraved buckle to finish it off.

With the pieces in hand, she crossed to his seat on the couch. Josh had his legs spread in a way that required her to stand between them or else she would have to lean awkwardly forward to give the clothes to him. She hated even the way he sat, making her life harder. He reclined back on the couch with his arms over the back of it, the light blue ratty t-shirt he wore stretched and strained over his biceps the way he was sitting. Her eye flickered to it for a split second in mild surprise, obviously he showed them off in the vests, but they seemed to bulge in their current state.

“Lay it on me, lover,” He grins lazily up at her, one hand flipping up right and motioning for her to give it to him.

She shakes her head at him and drops them carelessly on his lap. The belt was heavy enough for him to make a groaning sound. Normally she would walk out of the room at this point, just to get a little bit of time away from Josh. The rest of the band was reliable and she knew they’d all have arrived in the next ten minutes. However, something about Josh’s demeanor made her pause. It was something in the way his eyes looked.

Normally they were wide and bright with evil intentions. Today they still looked mischievous but a little more droopy, his movements a little less agile. She stares at his face, searching for the answer and noticing the way he just lets her.

“Finally decided you want some of this action, lover?” Josh mumbles, eyes fluttering closed as he lays his head back against the couch. “Stopped denying your true feelings…”

She crouches down to be on the same level as Josh, her face getting close to his as she inspects him closely. One of her hands goes to his eyelid, as she leans over him, opening his eye manually.

“Are you fucking stoned, right now?”

He swats her hand away from him and sits back up, pushing her back so that she’s still crouched between his legs. His face looms above hers, the lazy grin still visible on his face, as she stares up at him. Their faces are an inch apart and the space is hot in the already warm room. Her eyes widened expectantly.

“Shh, don’t tell August, she’ll yell at me.”

“I am…” She pauses, realizing Josh was still fucking with her. She puts a hand to his chest and pushes him back against the couch, causing laughter to bubble from his lips. “Fuck you, Josh.” She states, standing up again and stalking out of the room with a final. “Weed better not fuck up your singing, asshole.”

“Thanks for the vest, lover!”

Besides strutting around the stage a bit more sluttily and carrying notes just a tad bit longer than necessary, high Josh functioned about the same as regular Josh. After the show, the band loaded up their gear once more in the back of Danny’s van that they lovingly all called the Greta Van. Normally, Josh would hitch a ride home with him and Sam or hang around the front of house getting sloshed with his twin. Tonight, he begrudgingly sulked around the green room, informing his brothers that he ‘had a meeting with the bosslady.’

August had overheard it and rolled her eyes. “We’re unfortunately partnered for an extremely important project. I’m worried I made the wrong choice and should’ve just gone it alone.”

She grimaced as Jake wished her luck while Sammy and Dan gave her sympathetic gazes, mumbling their condolences.

“It can only be as bad as we make it, lover.” Josh huffed, resuming his seat from earlier on the larger of the leather couches.

“Are you sober enough for us to begin planning now?” She glared and folded a leg behind her to take a seat on the far end of the same couch.

Josh scoffed with a flip of his hand. “Oh c’mon it was just a couple bowls before going on to perform art.” Josh trailed off, mumbling as he stared around the room.

“Repeat that?” She urged.

“It’s not like it was the first time,” He repeated louder but still softly.

She groaned. “God, Josh.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Y’know what? Fuck if I care. Let’s just get our plan laid out so we can go home.”

Josh nodded curtly. Her eyes flickered to his face in surprise that he didn’t protest.

“Okay,” She started, speaking cautiously. “I’ll obviously take the lead on costuming and you on writing, but we’ll need to collaborate on directing and creative direction. Do you have any ideas for stories you want to tell?”

Josh hummed, head falling to the back of the couch in contemplation. “Cults, a modern Greek tragedy, a bar comedy –we could set it right here, erh star-crossed lovers? What about you or are you just gonna keep all your ideas to yourself?”

“I was waiting to see if you had any worthwhile ideas.” She shrugged, scribbling something down on a notepad Josh hadn’t seen her produce. “The modern take on a Greek tragedy could be interesting…”

“I also was thinking about something similar with a modern take on a classic film like ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ or something to that extent. I like the idea of a post-college existential crisis coming of age female lead type story but I doubt you’d care for that.”

“No, no, no,” Josh sat up straight. “Don’t put your assumed misogyny on me! I’d love to do a female lead coming of age post-college existential crisis story! How dare you?”

She smiled at her page and then up at Josh. “My mistake.”

Their eyes met and the room felt eerily quiet with both of their mouths shut for once. The dingy yellow lights bathed the room in a homey glow. The worn leather was warm beneath their skin, inviting them to settle in.

Then simultaneously, they said: “Modern take of a Greek tragedy that is a coming of age post-college female lead story!”

“Fuck yes!” Y/N rose onto her knees in excitment as Josh’s entire face lit up, leaning forward in excitement.

“Let’s fucking go!”

They laughed and high fived, feeling an unexpected and unknown emotion of shared understanding and initial accomplishment. They talked plot, characters and logline, the main bones of the project they needed to get started on and split up what each of them would flesh out for their next meeting. It was decided that it would be best to meet after class on Wednesdays rather than Thursdays after shows just so that they didn’t have to hang around Lover’s Inn when it was just the locals in the front of the house and so that Jake didn’t get too lonely when he wanted to drink himself under the bar.

Josh felt a weird inclination to walk her to her car that night. He knew which car was hers, he always looked for it in the parking lot when he would pull up on Thursdays – a 90s classic black Volvo sedan with a dreamcatcher hanging on the rearview mirror.

She had regarded Josh oddly when he insisted on walking her over to the car even though the parking lot was empty with plenty of light. Then she noticed again that the lot was empty beside her car and the bartender’s, who was still working.

“Where’s your car?”

Josh kicked at a pebble with his sneaker and shrugged his shoulders with his hands stuffed in his khakis pockets.

She frowned remembering his high state earlier today. At least he was somewhat responsible, but with no foresight. “Did you want a ride?”

“Nah.” He shook his head vehemently. “I walked in, I can walk out.”

“Yeah,” She agreed. “But it’s dark out now.”

“It was dark out earlier.” He reasoned with his usual smirk trying to win his way out of this one.

“Not this dark, not this cold,” She insisted, pushing his shoulder to move towards the passenger’s side door. “And not this late. Get in.”

In the small interior of the Volvo, Josh took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed them together as she cranked the heat and shivered herself before getting her music playing.

“Thanks,” Josh whispered, grateful.

“Can’t have you dying on me,” She replied. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she was focused on backing up carefully, twisting around and switching gears, and she barely noticed when she finished her sentence under her breath. “For so many reasons.”

In the dark of the car, lit only by the moon and streetlamps around, Josh watched her uninterrupted. She sang under the music she had chosen for the drive. A CD that had already been in the reader of Radiohead.

Josh listened along to the dulcet melancholy voice of Thom Yorke. He likes how she knew all the words but paused every so often to look to Josh for directions.

“Nice house,” she said, turning down the stereo when they arrived.

Josh shrugged, turning his head from her to the classic Michigan two-story with its basic driveway and porch. Dark wood everywhere and an old tree in the front yard. There were warm lights coming from a few windows in the house and it looked like a home.

“It’s fine. Jake, Sammy and I rent it from a family friend so it’s a good deal.”

“That’s nice.” She feels awkward, making small talk with Josh.

It’s the antithesis of their usual relationship of bickering and jabbing and avoiding. It’s soft and casual. Warm and inviting in the familiar seats of her car, with her music. Josh kind of seemed at peace in her car. It was unusual, regarding him looking so quiet and calm.

“Alright.” She breaks the silence.

Josh takes the cue, blinking out of whatever trance was keeping him from taking his leave from her car and getting into his house for the night.

“Night,” he speaks softly. “Thanks for the ride…and, uh, see you Monday, I guess.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, watching him get out of the car, carefully taking his bag and his new vest and belt into his arms.

She waits for him to get inside before driving off. Still unsure of the feeling in her stomach, she blasts the Radiohead a little louder to drown out her speculations.

By the end of November, they were almost through with the filming portion of their project. Yet it was time for a relatively complicated scene. Well, it shouldn’t have been complicated if the weather had been right but unfortunately they were venturing into true winter in Michigan.

Josh and Y/N had settled on the tragedy of Hippolytus after attempting the tragedy of Medea but deciding it was too overdone — how many stories of a woman scorned by a man leaving her could we want? Instead, the twist of Hippolytus in the 21st century would allow for an interesting female lead whose story didn’t start because of a man.

Instead, like Hippolytus, their lead had decided against sex and relationships during college. Josh and Y/N had worried about making it purity porn but decided that they would balance the true story with modernity enough that it would work.

In the Greek tragedy, the woman interested in Hippolytus killed herself after being rejected by him, however that was another place they would depart. Instead, the counter to the lead would be hurt randomly and there would be a need for the lead to help them. This leads her to pursue psychology and therapy—medicine felt too cliche. But she knew she wanted to help people. Their bond eventually grows to love even though it’s not what she intended. However, both the therapy and the relationship help her find meaning to life, bringing her out of the existential crisis that started the story.

So they were filming the scene where the counter, James, was meant to get hurt. The short film was going to be narrated by a modern Aphrodite so some silliness was injected into it. She was interfering with the lead, Hyacinth, in hopes to persuade her to fall into bed with someone.

James lived next door and was washing his car, shirtless, when Hyacinth walked out her front door, about to go to gym—another one of her ideas of how to find purpose in life, pushing her body until it had no energy to think. Jason was meant to have gotten soap all over him from leaning across the hood of the car, like a male fantasy but reversed, and then point the hose towards him and wash it all off sexily. Of course, the student they had cast, weirdly also named James, was attractive but he was an angel and an ex-theater kid, so he couldn’t quite get it right and he was beginning to shiver even though they had the water as warm as possible and were covering him up between every take.

Josh was attempting to hold back laughter but after the third bad take, Y/N yelled ‘cut’ and walked into the scene.

“James, here hand me the handle,” she said.

Taking hold of the metal length at the end of hose that was turned off, she began to instruct James to do exactly what she was showing him. She turned it towards her and held it above her chest with her head tilted back, eyes closed. She sighed for a moment and then briefly moved up as if the water were hitting her face and then ran her free hand against her cheek, allowing her lips to open further and then ran the same hand down the front of her neck, down her chest and her stomach, brushing to the side just as she got to the top of her thighs.

James watched carefully, not phased by the directing. Josh gawked. His eyes almost bugged out of his head watching her and wondering if just maybe that’s what she looked like in a shower. Her soft hands would be running over her soft naked skin instead of her warm winter sweater and jeans, but still. He could imagine. The sudsy soap and bare skin touching the cool tiles and warm water. Fuck. He needed her to never do that again ever.

The last month he had seen more of Y/N than he had ever thought possible. Except now, he looked forward to it without pretending it was because he wanted to bug her. Josh wanted to know what she was thinking about every aspect of their project and he wanted to hear about her weekend and he wanted to kiss her against the walls in the green room when his brothers weren’t there. He didn’t act on the third thing, but he wanted to.

“Josh?” She raised an eyebrow, still holding the hose above her chest. “Josh?” She repeated.

He blinked. “Huh?”

“I asked if you agreed? Does that fit with an Aphrodite induced sexy car wash scene you imagined?”

He smiled weakly and she tilted her head in silent worry. Hopefully Josh wasn’t getting sick.

Of course it is, doesn’t even need a Greek god to intervene and make it hotter, she just was.

“Yeah, yep, fantastic,” Josh rushed. “James, you got it? We’re losing light.”

A cloud was rolling in from the east and Josh knew that if they didn’t finish soon they might get rained out.

James nodded and they ran the scene again. The actor nailed it and after Josh yelled cut, Y/N squealed in accomplishment. They high fived and Josh’s eyes linked on the side of her neck where her fingers had brushed as she had caressed herself minutes ago—professionally.

After that, they wrapped for the day, Josh still concerned about the rain, sending the actors and helpers home. Y/N hung around to help Josh bring his equipment back into his house. They were using the front of it for the scene. On their last trip to grab things from the street, thankfully all non-electronic, the beginning of what would be a long rainstorm began in full force.

This time it was Josh to shriek and Y/N laughed as they ran under the awning of the porch after grabbing everything left as quickly and carefully as possible. It didn’t matter, they were pretty drenched.

She tried to catch her breath from running and laughing while Josh felt his hair with a look of dismay.

“You know you’re stuck here,” Josh grumbled, looking out at the pouring rain. He hated the way she seemed to enjoy his displeasure at being wet.

“As long as you’ve got a spare change of clothes, a hot shower and a gas stove in case the power goes out, I’m fine.” She shrugs, pushing the screen door open and putting her half of Josh’s stuff on the entryway bench.

Josh followed behind with his binder and a few rain-ruined scripts.

“Anyone else home?” She wanders through the hall to the living room, peeling off her sweater and leaving her boots by the wall.

Josh shakes his head, “Probably not, it pisses Jake off when I film at the house and Sam usually goes to Danny’s on the weekend.”

She inspects her jeans and t-shirt before looking at Josh. “I want to shower now, can you find me clothes and put them in the bathroom before I get out?”

“Who made you queen?”

“This isn’t Lover’s Inn, I’m not on the clock and I’m your guest who’s trapped here…feel like you’re supposed to dote on me.”

Josh rolled his eyes, feeling the memory of their feud flickering like an ember in the pit of his stomach. He wants to tease her, say something biting to turn the tables on her. But she was right, they weren’t in any of the situations they were usually in with one another. More uncharted territory.

“You’re annoying,” he offered lamely.

She chuckled and pushed at his shoulder lightly as he passed, assuredly showing her to the bathroom. “Try harder, lover.”

Josh scoffed without turning his head around, but the feeling in his stomach grew as he heard her feet padding behind him. The rain was loud on the tall roof, fast and foreboding. It might’ve been adding to Josh’s unease.

At the end of this new hallway, there were three doors. One to a bedroom, Josh’s, a closet and the bathroom. He opened the closet to grab fresh towels he kept for when he didn’t want to do laundry that week and walked them into the bathroom.

It was surprisingly clean but Josh had his own bathroom, forcing Jake and Sam to share the other one, claiming he was the oldest so he got the most privacy.

She smiled at the tub. “Should I have a soak instead? Do you have any good wine?”

“This is not a fucking hotel,” Josh laughed. He handed her the towels and she gave him a pointed look. “But I’ll open a bottle.”

“Good boy,” She continued to smirk. “Maybe I’ll leave a nice tip.”

Josh pinkened slightly. She’d never been like this before. He felt like he was falling into some world where Aphrodite really was fucking with his life.

15 minutes later, Josh returned to the bathroom where Y/N was showering and pushed the door open. She had music playing but he could hear the water still running.

He walked in and placed the sweatshirt and clean boxers on the counter. Her wet clothes were in a puddle on the floor beside the shower mat and he swallowed. A pretty pink lace thong and a black lacy bra laid atop her top and jeans. He took a breath and went to head for the door, turning away from the clothes. But Y/N’s own breath caught his attention.

Her grunge 90s music was playing from her phone but she was breathing hard and Josh stopped short. His eyes shot to the shower curtain. The place he had been avoiding with all his power. It was sheer. Her silhouette was hard to see but it looked like it was writhing. He saw one of her hands slipping around her chest and he bit his lip. She was certainly squeezing her tits and she was breathing hard and he couldn’t see her other hand.

He put his own hand to his mouth to stop any shocked sounds slipping out. She must have forgotten that he was coming back. When he saw her silhouette drop to the floor of the tub, Josh snapped out of his trance.

He grabbed the clothes and slipped out the door, closing it as quietly as possible just as he heard a breathy ‘fuck’ he would dream about for weeks.

“Shit,” he whispered to himself. Letting his head fall against the now closed door, he took a deep centering breath before knocking loudly. “I’m leaving your clothes out here, kay? Gonna open that wine.”

Her voice was normal in response and Josh was wondering if he had just hallucinated. Had he accidentally taken a gummy and forgotten. Seemed unlikely since he usually wouldn’t when he was working on film stuff.

“Sounds good! Thanks, Josh!”

Josh tried to be normal when she came into his room in his clothes, rubbing his towel through her wet hair. He’d left the wine and two mismatched glasses on his bedside table. He mumbled that she could start without him as he passed her to jump in the shower himself.

On the fogged main mirror, she had written, “don’t work when it’s about to rain!”

Josh smiled to himself and stripped down out of his clothes that were still uncomfortably wet. His shower was much quicker and much colder. He couldn’t allow himself to be in there for very long or else he would’ve started to fantasize about what he was certain had just happened in here.

In his room, Y/N sat on his bed, taking large sips of the red wine Josh had found. She was nervous. Something about this storm was making her uneasy. The scene they had shot had done something to her. Everytime she looked at Josh, she swore he was eyefucking her and that made her feel strange. Extremely turned on. She had thought dealing with it in the shower would’ve solved it but the minute she walked out and saw Josh looking so sullen, still in his rain-soaked clothes sans his jacket, waiting for her to get out, she felt wet again. If anything, the quick wank had made it worse. Already slick and wanting, she wasn’t sure if she could handle being around just Josh for the night.

Now that they were friends, she couldn’t deny how attractive he was. God, it made her roll her eyes. He was talented and attractive and she was sitting in his bed, drinking his wine in his comfy clothes all at her request.

If it couldn’t get any worse, Josh walked into his room with his towel hanging around his hips and his chest speckled with droplets coming down from his hair.

“Didn’t have time to dry off?” She tilted her head, trying to sound casual. Unbothered when she was fully, terribly, bothered.

Josh shook his head, making more droplets fly around the room. “Forgot my own clothes.” He shuffled through his myriad of t-shirts and grabbed a gray one with a Buddhist symbol and black sweatpants.

“You sound like you need a drink,” she tried.

“Yes,” Josh sighed as if he was coming out of a desert with no water. He held his hand out and she quickly poured the second glass and placed it in his waiting hand.

Their fingers brushed and both of them pulled back as if they’d been burned. She met Josh’s widened, brown eyes looking dark in his navy room that was shadowed by the storm and his one yellow lamp. He clutched carefully to his towel and the clothes under his arm with the wine in his other hand, taking a long sip as he turned on his heel and returned to the bathroom.

She let her head hit the headboard of Josh’s bed. What the fuck was going on? She took another sip of her wine and then refilled the glass up high.

When Josh returned clothed, he sat on the foot of the bed and she silently refilled his glass when she saw it was already empty.

“So…what do you want to do?” She tries while folding her legs up under her chin.

Josh’s eyes flicker to the movement and get stuck on her legs for a moment before returning to her face.

“Movie?”

She shrugs, looking around his room for a television. “I don’t want to sit in your living room, your couch looks uncomfortable.”

“That’s where you’re sleeping if you can’t get home tonight,” Josh scoffs.

She arches an eyebrow and takes a sip of her wine. “I’ll sleep in Jake’s bed, he won’t mind.”

“No.” Josh stated flatly.

Her eyes turn back to him, cautiously. “Why not?”

“It’s weird.”

“No it’s not.” She sounds annoyed, placing her wine down and picking up her phone. “I’ll just text him and ask.”

The text sends and she smirks at Josh pointedly. Shortly after, a loud crash of thunder signals the power leaving for the rest of the storm and with it, the phone signals.

Josh smirks triumphantly over his glass when Y/N throws her phone dejectedly on the side table too, while he flicks on his battery powered lamp he had grabbed earlier as a precaution.

“Couch it is.”

She lays sideways along the top of Josh’s bed and hums, raising her hands above her head, allowing the bottom of the sweater to lift and expose her stomach. Feeling perfectly buzzed from the wine, she sighs, “I don’t know, this feels pretty comfy and I’m already settled. Maybe you should sleep on the couch since you love it so much.”

Josh watched her body extending across his bed and simultaneously wanted her there forever and to throw her out.

“Absolutely not. This is my house.”

“And I’m the guest,” she repeats. “C’mon lover, don’t be mean.”

“You’ve never seen mean,” Josh rolls his eyes and finishes his wine, laying it with hers on the table.

She laughs, outrageously loud. “You’re a lot of things, Josh. But I don’t think you’ve got a truly mean bone in your body or however that cliche goes. Evil sure, but that’s different.”

She hasn’t bothered to sit up and she’s enjoying the tone of voice Josh is slipping into and everything feels quite nice and warm. So warm. She shuts her eyes.

“No, no,” Josh hurries, moving himself so that he is closer to her. He pats her cheek lightly. “No falling asleep in my bed. Not allowed.”

“But I’m so comfy and cozy,” She croons, blinking her eyes back open. The smirk on her face gives her away.

“C’mon.” Josh takes her shoulders to push her upright. “Sit up.”

She laughs, but it dies out, recognizing the proximity of Josh’s face to hers. How his body is hovering over hers. How warm she is. “Fuck,” she whispers, staring at his lips, slightly stained from the wine.

“What?” Josh whispers back, realizing the same things as her. How soft the smallest bit of her skin is against his finger that’s on her shoulder, slipping along the collar of the sweater.

“Your lips are red,” she states.

Josh grins and lets his head fall between them with a laugh. “So are yours.”

He looks back at her and remembers the way she sounded in the bathroom. All the years he’d known her. All their fights. And how they weren’t really fighting anymore. How he teased her at Lover’s Inn and how good she’d been as his partner this last month and a half.

“What are we going to do with no power, August,” Josh whispered, already inching his face closer to hers.

She smiled and let her hands reach up to cup his face and neck. “Read the Bible by candlelight?” She whispered back as Josh’s nose nudged against hers.

He breathed a laugh across her lips and her breath caught in her throat when he finally attached his lips to hers. They kissed softly, just taking it in. Josh shifted them into a more comfortable position, one leg slotting between hers, while the other supported him so his torso wasn’t fully on her.

She whimpered immediately at the pressure and Josh smirked. He pressed harder, licking into her mouth.

She gasped when Josh began to kiss her neck and he spoke against her neck in between sucking against the skin. “I heard you.”

“W-what?” She was staring at the ceiling while she ran one hand against his shoulder and the other through his hair.

“I. Heard. You.” Josh repeated, allowing one of his hands to run under the sweater up towards her breast and she whimpered again. “Fuck,” he loved the way she sounded. “In the shower, lover.”

Her eyes shot wider, the haze of Josh’s lavishing touch disappeared with shame. “You did?”

Josh pulled back with a lazy grin, still playing with one of her nipples under her shirt and pecks her lips quickly.

“Yeah you fuckin’ told me to bring your clothes in because you’re a princess apparently and then you were in there getting off when I walked in.”

She felt embarrassed but remembered what was likely about to happen so it didn’t really matter. “Oh…I tried to deal with it quietly. I was just really turned on for some reason.”

Josh scoffed and retreated his hand from under her sweater. “C’mon,” he gestured to the sweater.

They were still acting like film partners through this interaction. Or at least how they acted. Talking casually while in the beginning of a sexual encounter.

She took it off and threw it to the ground while staring pointedly at Josh’s shirt. He followed suit before kissing her again. His chest looked so soft and warm, she wanted to be wrapped up in him.

“First, I almost had a heart attack at the sight of your thong and then I turned to leave and you’re in there playing with this thing.” He pauses his words, slipping his hand inside the boxers she was wearing, cupping her pussy.

She whines, extending her neck to kiss Josh’s. Feeling the need to touch more of him. He grins down at her again and kisses the space between her tits.

His hand rubbed ever so slightly over her mound without actually doing anything, but she felt the slightest friction and the pooling of her wetness. She grabbed at one of her tits.

“The curtain’s not opaque, August,” he continues and she groans at the nickname at a time like this. His middle finger slipped lower, hovering over her slit. He looked her in the eyes again. “I saw you writhing around your own little fingers. What’s it gonna look like when it’s mine your pretty pussy is wrapped around?”

She moaned at his words, throwing her head back against the pillows.

“Is it pretty? I bet it’s pretty.” Josh continued his special version of torture. She could feel his fingers but they weren’t doing anything she wanted them to. Every so often he planted a kiss on her torso. Of course he liked to tease by talking forever and ever.

“Take off the boxers and find out,” She tries not to sound impatient.

“Great idea!” Josh patronizes, slipping his hand out of the boxers completely and moving to take off the boxers.

She huffs.

“Don’t act spoiled,” Josh admonishes, returning his hand back to where it was while his other cups her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes again. He looks like an angel like this but so sure of himself. She’s amazed and completely at his will. “I know she already got to cum once under this roof.” He tsked, tapping his middle finger against her entrance. It was the lightest pat but she was so wet that Josh’s finger got a little of her slick nonetheless.

She moaned at the change in sensation, her hips dipping down in some instinctual attempt at getting him to slip inside.

“God, you are needy.” He removed his hands again and laughed when she huffed again. Both hands moved to her knees and pushed them to be bent and then apart, moving his body between them. His hands then went to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching tenderly at her nipples. Her hips bucked again and Josh kissed her again. “It’s gonna feel so good when I finally touch you where you want,” He offered, kissing her sweetly.

Pulling away he began to suck on her chest, continuing his monologue. “You were holding this perfect tit in one hand and rubbing your wet pussy with the other, right?”

She nodded when he looked to her for a response.

“I left when I saw you drop to your knees like some cock hungry whore…” Coming from someone else it would’ve sounded cruel, but from Josh’s lips it was the softest sweetest accusation in the world. His voice was honey and it only made her want him more. Maybe she was a cock hungry whore, for Josh.

Josh’s right hand returns to her pussy, cupping it like before and she’s sure she’s about to leak onto his palm.

“You’re leaking, princess,” Josh informs her, confirming her suspicion. “Do you like me talking mean to you? Why’d you drop to your knees in my bathroom, August? C’mon you can tell me.”

“I,” She starts. Josh chooses then to slip the tip of his finger inside of her.

“Yes?”

“I was about to c-cum and you have that, fucking, detachable showerhead…”

Josh thrust his finger fully inside her and she moaned, relieved but not much better. Now she felt herself quickly working up to another orgasm. He thrust his finger carefully, thinking over his response while trying to hold himself together now that he’d felt how warm and tight she was inside.

“Used my showerhead to get off in my shower. Touching these pretty tits, riding your own hand and now you’re laid out all perfect for me.” He added a finger and her hips began to move with his movements. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

She hums in agreement, one hand hanging onto Josh’s neck and another gripping her tit like her life depended on it.

“And you’re gonna cum again already? Fuck,” Josh sounded amazed. In awe of how sexy Y/N was, how willing and lovely she was, how she was perfect for him. “Go on.”

She came immediately, having held off for so long, trying to hold it for Josh despite how much he’d teased her.

After she rode it out, Josh removed his fingers and gave them a lick. Humming his satisfaction. She breathed heavily watching him, but wanting more. Seeing from the bulge in Josh’s sweatpants she knew he wanted more as well.

“Fuck me, Josh.” She sat up on her elbows beckoning him closer.

“Did you forget who’s in charge?” He laughed, but it was soft. They were still themselves.

She widened her legs and pouted, dropping her hand to her pussy, carefully circling her puffy clit.

“Need it, Josh.” She rocked her hips. “I think you need it too.” She hummed, looking pointedly at his straining cock.

Josh shook his head and crawled over her again, pushing her hand away from her clit. She took up the job of pushing down his sweatpants and boxers simultaneously.

“Next time, I wanna see you dropping to your knees like the cockslut we now know you are.” Josh breaths, losing track of his train of thought with the feel of her soft hand gripping the base of him gently.

“Next time could be later tonight…” She whispered back, connecting their lips again. “Or tomorrow.”

Josh groans, at her words and the feeling of her slipping the head of his cock through her slick. He resisted pressing in immediately, feeling her rubbing it back and forth from her entrance to her needy clit. He bit her lip and she moaned.

“I would’ve fucked you months ago if I knew that getting you wet was all it took to make you all sweet and nice.” He grunted.

His hips thrusting on their own accord caused his head to slip against her clit in a way that made her moan loudly. She tightened her grip on his cock and Josh’s hips moved back.

“I wouldn’t be rude to the girl who’s about to let you hit, lover.”

She nudged Josh’s head into her entrance and they sighed in tandem. Her hands went up to his shoulders from under his arms. Josh dropped his face into her neck, overwhelmed by the warmth and softness. They began moving at a steady clip. Her legs wrapped around Josh until he started thrusting harder and faster.

“Fuck,” she whined. “That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Josh had begun to sweat. He shifted one of her legs to balance one of his hands and then moved his other to the headboard and she moaned loudly adoring the stretch.

“‘M close,” He strained. His eyes were constantly shifting between her bouncing tits, his cock disappearing in her and her face and the expressions she was making. “You’re so wet.”

“Cum,” she breathed. Her fingers slipped down to her clit again, rubbing furiously.

Her walls tightened at the added stimulation and Josh was cumming. Hot and sticky inside her. He panted hard, collapsing on her with a wet kiss against her mouth. His cock had made even more of a mess of her, leaking out of her full, throbbing cunt.

Josh watched it. Entranced as he pulled out once more and twitched when Y/N moaned at the sensation, her eyes shut in pleasure.

“I’ll clean you up,” Josh nodded to himself before disappearing.

Less than 10 minutes later, the pair were cleaned up and wrapped up with water in Josh’s bed. Side by side.

They saw each other in class on Monday and Wednesday after their shoot and impromptu sleepover on Saturday that had run into Sunday, but they acted like nothing had happened. Or like it was completely normal. Which they both liked. They had been cordial upon waking up wrapped around each other on Sunday morning, but Y/N had made a quick exit, citing a myriad of reasons why she needed to go home now that the storm had passed. She even declined coffee.

It was Thursday, at Lover’s Inn, when the events of Saturday night became hard to ignore.

Josh didn’t show up first which she was grateful for. Jake sauntered in with his guitar case, his small but impressive pedal board and a few wrapped up cords over his shoulder. She smiled and they exchanged pleasantries as she shuffled around their table. Everything was ready, but she couldn’t stop herself from reorganizing things.

“Do you need a beer?” Jake asks after a tense 10 minutes of silence.

She laughs and flips around from the table, slumping against it. “Honestly, yeah.”

Jake lifts his mouth into a half-smile, nodding to the table. “You can have one of mine and I’ll steal one of my brothers.”

“How chivalrous,” She smiles, disarmed by Jake’s nature. She grabs two beers and the bottle opener from the table before crossing to him and handing over one beer to him, followed by the opener.

They click the necks together and take an appreciative sip.

“What’s got you flustered?” Jake asks.

“I don’t know,” She sighs, rubbing at her forehead, knowing exactly why.

Sam, Danny and Josh file through the side door while Y/N attempts to come up with a reason for her to be stressed. Jake watches her carefully, but her eyes immediately shoot to the sound of the door opening and their voices.

Josh scans the scene of Jake and Y/N on the two couches, sipping on beers, alone. His nose flares momentarily before setting down his piece of the drum kit and saunters to the couch, sitting beside Jake.

“Your turn,” Josh says, nodding to the door so that Jake will go help with the rest of their stuff.

Jake rolls his eyes and takes another swig of his beer before huffily standing up and walking outside. Josh eyes Y/N sitting silently across from him and takes a swif from his brother’s beer.

“I’m assuming he offered his share and then is planning to drink an extra of one of ours.”

She chuckles nervously, eyes shifting away from Josh and around the room. “You guys know each other well.”

“Brothers. Twins.” He shrugs, still watching her intently.

She discards her half-empty beer and stands, bee-lining for her bag. “I’ve got new stuff for you guys.”

Josh rolls his eyes, but feels a little bug of worry squirming in. The insecurity he had felt on Sunday had vanished with how normal they had been in class, but this made him feel like something was certainly off.

“Here,” She places the vest and medallion necklace she’d found for Josh beside his head on the back of the couch. “And here’s this for you, Danny.” She turned from Josh before he could even thank her, handing Danny a tank style shirt she thought he’d like. Sam received a flowy floral button down while Jake got a fringe leather jacket that she had been searching for all semester for him.

Jake beamed, his eyes shiny and his smile taking over his entire face. She smiled back at him, trying to fully feel the gratitude he was giving her. She watched as he tried it on and spread his arms in the mirror, admiring the movement.

“This is going to be so fuckin’ sick,” He laughed, slightly in disbelief, touching over the jacket constantly. “I can’t thank you enough, Y/N.”

She blushed a bit, feeling everyone’s eyes on her, especially Josh’s from his place on the couch. He was holding his vest in his lap, sullen that he had never thanked her so profusely for the things she found him.

“It’s my dream job–and if you guys ever get famous, I’ll make you real stage outfits. However you want.” Jake’s giddy energy was overpowering her nerves. It felt great.

The green room was a fun atmosphere for the rest of the hour leading up to their set. Josh pushed himself out of his pining and focused on the revelry. But before the band was about to go on, Josh hung back, leaving him alone with Y/N.

She saw him stall at the door, his hand catching the frame. His vest was tan suede tonight, with silver pieces swirling into pockets on the front and creating a pattern across his back. He turned around and she paused, once more at the table, beginning to clean up wrappers.

“I wanted to say thank you for all the vests and stuff you’ve found me this semester, August.”

She watched Josh cross the room to her. “It’s nothing. Like I said, dream job.”

Josh pressed closer and threaded his hand through her hair. His breath was warm against her skin. She finally met his eyes.

“I miss you.”

“You’ve seen me all week.”

Josh’s forehead drops against hers, his free hand coming to her waist. It’s hot and firm and she feels the breath leave her lungs. Her body presses closer to him.

“Not what I meant.”

“Josh…” She wants to kiss him so bad. Wants him to kiss her. Her hands are grasping at his forearms in a way she hopes isn’t too desparate. “You’ve got a show to play.”

His hand moves slowly from her waist across her stomach to the center of her jean skirt. His fingers fiddle with the button, slipping them below the waistband, feeling more fabric.

“It’s a shame.” His breathing was heavy. His nose kept nudging hers.

She licked her lips and swallowed.

“Really wish you weren’t wearing tights,” He murmurs before pressing a hot kiss to her lips.

Before she can really feel him against her, he’s pulling away and snapping the black lycra that he had wiggled his finger into against her skin. A sharp gasp sounds and he’s walking out the door to the stage, looking far too much like a rockstar than she’d like. After a few moments of attempting to collect herself, she leaves the trash to be dealt with later and follows Josh to see the start of the show.

This show was electric. Everyone was playing their best. Jake was rocking with his guitar so much that the fringe flew around, making the crowd of college-aged women the band had amassed go wild. Josh was strutting around the stage, raising his arms as he hit notes and dancing with Jake every so often.

Jake tried to convince the manager to let Sam and Danny into the front of house. ‘It’s not like they don’t have IDs that say they’re old enough,’ he reasoned conspiratorially. He was over the moon and he wanted everyone to celebrate since winter break was coming up and their show would be taking a rest for a while. Her manager relented, but Josh almost crushed his twin’s soul when he said he needed to go home to work on editing.

Sam and Danny’s exuberance at being able to drink at the bar overpowered Jake’s protestations to Josh, leaving Y/N and Josh alone in the green room once more. He smirked with great satisfaction as he shrugged the vest from his shoulders and began to pull his t-shirt back over his head.

“Where were we?” He saunters back over and she’s happy to see regular Josh instead of the rockstar Josh who had ambushed her earlier.

Yet, she remembered him. And she remembered his performance tonight. How low his pants were slung around his hips. A pair of tight black vinyl pants she had found him about a month ago. His happy trail had meandered down to disappear beneath the fabric she had chosen for him. Now, he was straining against those pants and she shut her eyes, coming to terms with what she was about to do.

“It’s your turn, Josh.” She meets him in the middle of the room, backing him up against the arm of the bigger leather couch. She caged him in for a moment, looking him up and down. Josh’s eyes were wide in surprise. “Sit on the couch.”

He is a bit confused, but doesn’t argue, shuffling to sit down as quickly as possible.

“Eager, huh?”

“Now who’s being mean?”

She grins and walks to stand in front of Josh, dropping to her knees with quiet ease and practice. Josh immediately throws his head back, sinking lower into the chair.

“Oh my god.”

“Didn’t want to leave you hanging,” She smiled. Running her hands over the tops of Josh’s vinyl clad thighs. “I could see it while you were on stage. At least,” She paused to chuckle. “More than usual.”

Josh sighed, eyes fluttering open to stare at her between his legs again. She was so beautiful even when she smiled at him so wickedly.

“Want your cock in my mouth, Josh?”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Josh couldn’t take the teasing of her hands and her words.

“Just say ‘please’.” She stared at Josh seriously. Her hands toying with the button and zipper of his pants now, brushing just over his hardening length.

“Please, please, fucking please.” He rushed out.

She laughed and shook her head. “God, fine. Relax.”

Her hands expertly unhooked the button and slid the zipper down with practiced hands of a costumer. This was far more explicit than any of the other times she had undressed someone. Josh’s cock was hot and heavy in her hand and her core ached at the memory of where it had been almost a week ago. She ran her tongue against it and Josh groaned.

She lavished his head with a few kisses and looked up at Josh, beginning to suck on the side of it. “So pretty,” She murmurs.

Josh’s hips bucked in response, his hand going to rest in her hair, but careful not to guide her. He wanted to see what she did. She gathered a pool of spit to let fall onto his thick cock before languidly running her hand over the length, hoping to tease him a little more. She hadn’t forgotten the treatment he gave her on Saturday. Josh’s hips bucked again and he groaned her name.

Taking his head fully in between her lips, she took pity on him. Beginning her descent, she attempted to get him all in her throat but had about a handful left when he hit the back of her throat. She hummed around him and he jerked in her throat, causing her to fall back. She massaged her lips around the place where his head met the shaft before trying again. One hand on his thigh and one beneath his shirt, she bobbed her head slowly, suctioning occasionally until Josh was hissing about being close again.

She pulled off him and smiled at him from her position. Her lips were wet with saliva and precum. Josh’s eyes were half closed in pleasure but he couldn’t believe the look on her face. Breathing heavy, flushed from taking him down her throat. Her hand moved along his length faster.

“Tell me when,” She murmured, eyes moving from Josh’s face to her movements around him.

Josh nodded, trying to stay still. Overwhelmed. “Now.”

Her lips reattached to his head, sucking a little harder, while her hand still worked near the base. Josh’s hips bucked in time with the spurts that hit the back of her throat and she clenched around nothing, wishing more than anything that she was brave enough to attempt penetrative sex in public.

She pulled off and swallowed, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth with a tired sigh. Josh’s satisfied smile watched her in awe, tucking himself away after a few moments of heavy panting.

“Jesus Christ,” Josh breathed, petting at her hair before bringing her to kiss his lips. “Thank you. Wow. Just… so talented.”

“Josh Kiszka not having the right words,” She smiled against his lips. She pulled away and ruffled his hair. “I must be good.”

Josh sputtered, jumping to his feet and following her to the side of the door where she was grabbing her coat and extra stuff.

“Do you need a ride home again?”

Josh scratched at the back of his neck. “Uh, I guess. Can’t really go out there and tell ‘em I need their keys when I was supposed to have left 20 minutes ago. Plus they’re probably expecting me to come pick them up eventually so I need my car for that.”

“Josh,” She stopped his rambling. Her hand pressed flat against his upper chest, bringing his eyes to hers. “Relax. My jaw’s too tired to give you another stress relieving head session.”

Josh shut up and nodded. She smiled, pleased with herself. They grabbed their stuff and headed for her Volvo after she locked the green room door.

“Driving you home like you’re my little bitch,” She stated half-way through the drive she now knew without directions.

“Shut up.” Josh sounded annoyed but really he was smiling, staring out at the passing streets.

When they pull up to his house, Josh pauses. “Do you wanna come in?”

“Can’t tonight. See you soon though.”

She kisses his lips tenderly, cupping his strong jaw in a way neither of them had ever expected.

Mid December and the semester was over. Their short film was a success. It was the last Thursday Greta Van Fleet would be performing at Lover’s Inn until the new year. Josh and Y/N hadn’t had time to talk about them with the rush of finals and getting the film in in time for screening. There had been stolen kisses during late final cut editing nights and in the empty hallways of the film building, but nothing else.

Josh had arrived with Y/N, helping her set up so that she could be done early and they could have alone time before the rest of the band started to arrive. They were so excited to be done with everything, so pleased with themselves, that they were hurriedly making out against the snack table, unable to keep their hands off of one another a moment longer.

So wrapped up in one another, exchanging words of teasing and searing lips against soft skin, they don’t hear Danny and Jake walking in.

With Y/N pressed against the table, Jake and Danny get an eyeful of her hands on Josh, one on his waist pulling him closer and the other grabbing at his right jean-clad ass cheek.

Danny whistling loudly and Jake clapping his hands together leisurely cause them to spring apart. Josh spins around, flushed and out of breath while Y/N adjusts the top of her shirt that Josh had pushed to the side for more access to her skin.

“About time,” Jake says with a happy smile, stalking to place down his guitar case.

Danny laughs and Sam walks in shortly behind them, silent for a moment, appraising the situation before understanding and exclaiming: “To the happy couple!”

Josh groans at his brothers’ smug looks before smiling. She laughs, hiding her head behind Josh’s shoulder in mild embarrassment. Everyone cheers and it feels silly that they ever detested being in the same room as one another.

During their final performance, Josh waxes eloquent about his wondrous time he’s spent on this very stage. He thanks everyone and then pauses, searching the audience for Y/N.

“Now this next one goes out to my lover,” He says as he winks. “You know who you are!”

The crowd goes wild and a softer than usual guitar riff comes in from Jake’s playing.

“August, honey / Tasted sweeter with you / Sticky fingers / From your own residue,” He sang.

Jake got to kick up the guitar. The three guys even sang the little backing ‘ooh’s into their mics that were rarely used.

“We don’t talk about it / We don’t have the time / We thought love was something / We weren’t meant to find.”

Josh’s voice is a perfect fit for the cover, she thinks it sounds even better than the original.

“But don’t you remember / August, honey, you were mine!”

It hurts her heart to realize why her name was ‘August’ in Josh’s phone and not for the asshole-ish reason he had originally told her. Sure, they’d met in August three years ago, that was still true, but she’d also mentioned this song to him. When they’d first been paired up freshman year, he had asked her what the song was that was paused on her phone when he handed it back after typing in his number. Always being scatterbrained, especially at 18, he must have written it over her name…And it was ‘August’.

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A Bad Day

I don’t really see Josh as much of a hardcore dominant, so this was very different to write but something I needed to get off my chest!

Your day was going from bad to worse. Luckily your wonderful boyfriend was happy enough to be able to change that for you and turn a bad day into a great one.

Content Warnings: 🔞 EXPLICIT Sexual Content!!! Fingering, oral M/F, unprotected sexual intercourse (don’t be silly, wrap your willy) , spanking, whipping, spitting, daddy kink, extreme degradation, mild bdsm, control, bit of fluff and I THINK that’s it. Straight up porn basically.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

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Your day had been an absolute shit show. The stress that had amounted up throughout the day and you had just about reached breaking point. It had been one thing after another. You dropped your favourite mug in the morning and it had smashed into irreparable pieces, you missed your first train on the way to work and your second was delayed, a dickhead truck driver decided to drive into a puddle and soak you with muddy rain water as you walked along the pavement, you left your work pass at home and were stuck outside in the pouring rain for 15 minutes before security eventually buzzed you in. Yeah, THAT much of a shit show day.

Finally, you were on your way back home from work. It had dragged on for what felt like 15 hours, rather than 8. The train journey home was a lot smoother, thank fucking god. It was actually quite quiet too, which was a relief. You put your headphones in and turned the volume all the way up before slumping your head back into the train seat and taking the deepest sigh, humanly possible trying to figure out how to de-stress after todays events. There was just one thing. One singular thing that could help vanish this shitty day away. Whipping your phone out of your pocket you sped text your boyfriend, Josh.

You: Hey baby, I know you’ll still be at the studio when I get back but hopefully not for much longer, right? I need my daddy and I need level 10, please? Love you

Josh: Angel! Will be finishing up the vocals now and headed home after, so see you soon. Jesus fuck babe, level 10? Been a while, must have had a shit day? Daddy’s got you. Love you too, forever

You: Perfect, see you soon.

You and Josh had been together coming up four years, you were absolute best friends and knew each other inside out. Everyone knew that you two came as a package deal. He was a ray of sunshine, the most energetic human with the widest smile, always had optimism up his sleeve and on top of all that he was fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful dimples, a set of perfectly straight, white teeth with a tiny gap in his front two, caramel coloured eyes and curly brown hair, falling around his face.

Greta Van Fleet had blown up so quickly, it had been a bit of a whirlwind the last few years. They had millions of fans across the globe, people screaming their names at concerts, thousands of comments of admiration on their instagrams. But even with the weight of all of that, your relationship never once faltered. In fact, if anything, it just strengthened. You were so proud of the boys and were lucky enough to get to go on tour with them, so you and Josh didn’t have to be apart for long stints at a time. You had a lovely apartment together in Nashville and work were really understanding when you went on tour with him, letting you work remotely.

Your sex life was a whole different story. Everyone always knew you both as the most loved up, affectionate and gentle couple. Always calling each other pet names, touching in any capacity you could, two peas in a pod. Your sex life was incredible and very different to what people assumed it would be. You’d had a system that you’d built over the last couple of years, using the first two years of your relationship to explore each others bodies, likes, dislikes, turn ons, turn offs and kinks. Your system was simple and discreet enough for the two of you. 1 being loving, gentle, slow and romantic. 10 was hard, rough, bdsm, painful, dom/sub sex. You had normally stuck between 3-6 week to week, rarely ever using 10 but tonight you needed it. Josh knew of your Daddy issues and was completely okay with this name being used on certain occasions.

Finally after what felt like forever, you got through your front door, throwing your bag and coat on the floor beside you before throwing yourself on the plush, burgundy sofa. Your apartment always smelt like incense and was full of plants, colourful art work, Moroccan style rugs and sun catchers. You stared up at the ceiling taking deep breathes and decided to doze off for a bit before Josh got home. Before you knew it, you’d fallen into a light sleep.

You must have not been sleeping long before you felt a finger gently dragging along the bridge of your nose. “Hey baby, wakey wakey. I’ve missed you, it’s been an entire 10 hours since I last saw you.” You heard Josh giggle as he whispered to you. You knew the corners of your lips began to turn upwards but kept your eyes closed. Pretending to keep up the sleep facade, you ignored him, seeing how long it would take for him to crack. “Baaaaabyyyyy!! I’m here, wake up now!” The volume of his voice was definitely louder now and he had began raking his fingers through your hair. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. You heard him let out a sigh of defeat. He knew you were faking it so decided to play you at your own game. “Well, I guess I’ll just go and make myself cum because my little whore is clearly too tired from her day.” He went to stand and you grabbed his wrist before he could walk away, pulling him on top of you.

He chuckled as he fell against you, laying on top of your torso with hands either side of your face. He lifted one of them, stroking your bottom lip with his index finger. “Ahh, did someone’s dreams become a nightmare?” He said through a mischievous grin. “Absolutely Joshy, I dreamt that my boyfriend wasn’t going to be throat fucking me any more.” You gave an over dramatic pout and puppy dog eyes. “Oh no, we wouldn’t want that. Because I definitely will be throat fucking you. Got to make Daddy happy, don’t we?” Before you could say anything else he firmly grasped his hand round your jaw, pushing your lips together. The pain from the inside of your cheeks pushing against your teeth sent a quiver through your body. “Now, from this moment on, you’ll listen to what I say, you’ll obey the rules I lay and you’re going to be a good whore for Daddy, aren’t you?” You nodded eagerly, eyes starting to water. “Good, now taste me.” He spat straight into your mouth before leaning forward to lick across your lips, all while his hand hadn’t moved from squashing them together. “Swallow me down, whore.” You did exactly as he asked.

Within seconds you were on your hands and knees with one of his hands wrapped around your hair, being used like a dog lead. “Follow me, slut.” He pulled you along by your hair towards the bedroom and you crawled on all fours behind him. Your stomach flipping at the thought of what was to come. Your shit day was already starting to wash away, you just wanted to be dominated, whilst simultaneously having the best orgasms you could get and hoping the rest of the world would disappear.

You eventually crawled your way into the bedroom, Josh being almost silent the entire walk there, only a small smirk across his face. “Up, now.” He pulled you up by your hair and he tightened it into his fist, causing your neck to snap back so you were looking up at him. “Go and stand against the wardrobe. Back against it, hands by your sides, palms faced flat against the doors. Don’t fucking move. You got it?” Curious as to what was in store you nodded “Yes.”

A soft slap across your cheek took the breath out of your lungs. “Yes what?”

He asked, holding onto your wrist. “Yes Daddy, I’ll do what you say.” His face lit up “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You filthy whore.” He placed a gentle kiss to your rising red cheek and pushed you in the direction of the wardrobe.

Back against it, like he asked, hands flat and pressed against the door, facing the bed. He was right in your eye line. Breath, shaky with the anticipation of what he had in mind. He sat at the edge of the bed, lent back on his hands, legs spaced widely apart. He had the look of sex in his eyes. He started reaching to the hem of his white jumper, pulling it over his head and winking at you as he threw it across the floor. Next, he kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, all whilst keeping eye contact.

You were practically writhing, stood in your place at the sight of his naked torso, you wanted him so bad. The heat between your legs had been building up long before this started and you could feel your wetness pooling. “So far, so good. You’re doing well for me. Aren’t you, you worthless slut?” The degrading names caused your clit to throb “Yes I am Daddy. Just for you, all for you.” He nodded, hands starting to slide to the growing bulge in his jeans, using his palm to rub over it. “Ahhh fuck…” his eyes rolled back and his head flopped backwards to reveal his delicious looking neck to you. You watched him lick his lips before he unbuckled his belt and placed it on the bed next to him, you knew it was going to be used later.

“You’re gonna watch me, baby. Watch me make myself feel good. You can’t do anything about it but watch.” Your stomach dropped. Oh fuck, how are you about to control yourself? How are you going to manage to stay still through this, you were already dripping at the show he was putting on. His hands were working fast to unbutton his jeans, you hear the zipper and watched him shimmy the denim and boxers off. The hardness of his cock making a slapping sound as it hit the bottom of his stomach. The smirk on his face is so fucking smug and you hate how much you love it. You’re clenching your legs together at the current sight, Josh sat fully naked on the edge of your bed with fuck me eyes.

“You like what you see, don’t you? You’ve seen this cock so many times before baby and you’re amazed every time. It’s yours, all yours. You want it bad, huh?” You stare, almost in a daze and nod your head, licking your lips. His hand makes his way down to the base and starts moving slowly up and down his length, thumbing up to the tip, collecting the drops of pre cum before smoothing them over himself. You can see it practically twitching in his hands. You’re digging your nails into the wood behind you to stop yourself from lunging forward.

“Oooooh shit, this feels so fucking good baby. You have no idea. You like how Daddy’s cock looks in his hand? Mmmm, I could cum just like this.” He licked him lips, staring straight into your eyes with whimpers escaping him and a heavy breath. You were throbbing at the sight. “Come here, baby.” He moaned out. Finally, you thought. You’re going to get to touch him. You started to walk over before his hand came up to halt you. “Uh uh, on your hands and knees, slut. Crawl to me.”

You did just that, no questions asked.

You made your way toward him before kneeling in front of him, face inches away from his cock, you could smell him and see every pulse and vein as his hand slowly worked over it. A light slap across your face snapped you out of your trance and his hand snaked it’s way around your throat with a firm grip. “You’re staring too hard you dirty whore. I bet you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? I want you to strip for me. Make it slow, show me that you’re worth it.”

Obeying his every wish, you slowly stood, keeping your eyes on his big caramel coloured irises and brushed your hair behind your shoulders before starting your strip tease for him. You’d never been overly confident in your body, picking faults and finding new things to be insecure about, daily. But Josh had changed that, he taught you how to fall in love with all of yourself. How to admire every little scar, stretch mark and all the insecurities that would eat away at you. He made you feel sexy, beautiful and confident. So doing things like this in front of him was less of a dreaded thing and more of a thrill seek.

Your shoes and socks were already off and you were just left in black leggings and an oversized hoodie. Thank god you chose today to wear matching underwear. You turned round slowly, back to him, shimmying your leggings down the curve of your ass, giving a spank on your left cheek before taking them off completely, lifting your hoodie to show your ass, giving a little shake. His eyes were lighting up at the sight of your ass shaking in the thong. You very slowly body rolled your way out of the hoodie before you were left in the matching navy blue set he got you one Valentines holiday. You ran your hands up and down your curves, using your finger tips to trace over the cups of your bra and the hem of your thong. You turned back to him, wearing a smug smile.

Josh had dramatically slowed down his hand movements, jaw gaped open at the sight before him. He stood and made his way over to you, tracing his hands over your shoulders before turning you back around, facing away from him. “Touch the floor, baby. I want to see you bent over.” Knees bent slightly, you palmed the floor with your ass up in the air. “Mmm, good fucking girl, such a good girl, baby. You look so good.” CRACK, a searing pain felt across both ass cheeks made you jolt and your knees buckle. Josh hurried to keep you from falling. “You gotta take these whips like a good whore. Stay still. You’ll stay still for me, won’t you? You know the safe word if it gets too much.” The after sting felt so good and you knew there would be belt shaped bruises splayed across you tomorrow. “Yes Daddy, I promise. Punish me.” You sounded pathetic and desperate. The leather hitting you three more times, Josh asking you to count with him with each blow to the ass. Your cheeks were numb by the time he was finished, watery eyes and an almost hoarse voice from your screams and moans.

He knelt down with his face centimetres from your ass. “Such an obedient little slut. So desperate, so pathetic. I love it.” He delicately kissed his way over both your ass cheeks, lightly grazing his fingertips over the raised marks, a slight burn with each pass he made. “Marked the way you should be, by me. I can see how wet you are. Your underwear is practically stuck to your pussy. You’re leaking out the sides, baby. Fuccck.”

He laid his palms flat against each ass cheek and used his thumbs either side of the crack to trace down to your entrance, pulling apart slightly when he got to your pussy. “Looks so good, whore. Wanna taste? Don’t answer that, it’s not a question. Taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, you slid your hand in between your legs, dipping under the lace and curled two fingers into your entrance, you were soaked. You brought them up to parted lips and sucked off your juice. You tasted sweet, fresh and wanted more. “Mmmm, so good Daddy and all for you.” You could hear him grinning through his words “You’re damn right, you cum slut. My turn. Don’t fucking move.”

His hands made their way to the top of your thong, pulling down gently, hooking his index finger under the thin fabric between your cheeks he pulled forward and let them fall to the floor. “There she is. Pretty, soaked pussy. Ahhh baby, look at her. Almost as pretty as you.” He gave a firm but quick spank to your cunt before leaning forward and blowing gently over it. You were whimpering, your entire core burning, twinging. You were so desperate for just some sort of touch. Then he stood up and backed off. Feeling deflated you let out a sigh. “Aww poor baby, thought I was gonna eat you out? No. You’re here to serve me right now, come here and choke on Daddy’s dick.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, lent back on his elbows, legs slightly spread and he gave you a nod. You hopped down to your knees looking up at him through your lashes and he placed a finger under your chin before grabbing your throat tightly, choking you and knocking the air out of your lungs. “Take that bra off, I wanna see those tits bounce while you suck me.” Reaching behind your back, you released the clasp and threw the bra to the side of the room. Your nipples were already hard and so sensitive so it made you squeal when Josh lent forward twisting them in his fingers. He moaned at the sight of your eyes rolling back at the pleasure he was giving you. “Such a bombshell, baby. Will never get tired of this view. Now put that mouth to good use, you pathetic slut.”

Doing as you were told, you slotted yourself between his parted legs and took him in your hand. It was warm and rock solid, twitching with any movement your hand made. His lips parted and his eyes were fixed on yours. You gave a long firm stroke from the base to the tip, leaving your tongue on the tip, lapping up any pre cum you could, just for a taste. He was impatient, not wanting to be teased, he grabbed your hair into his fist, pulling your head back “Open up baby. Use this and make it sloppy.” He grunted before spitting into your mouth. He pushed you onto his cock, you took him all the way back until you could feel the tip hit the back of your throat. “Ahhhh shit, you dirty fucking slut. Take it all.” He was pushing himself into you, keeping your hair fisted into his hand. Your mouth was full, eyes watering, gagging around his length, you could barely breathe but my god was it making you spill down your thighs. “Mmmm, let me fuck that mouth of yours, stay still for me.” You placed your hands on his thighs, knowing what was to come. He started slowly thrusting in and out of your lips, his mouth falling apart and letting out disgruntled moans with each pass. He was warm and slightly salty from the pre cum, so hard and you could feel every bump, vein and crevice of him. You sucked him in with every thrust.

“So good, such an obedient whore for me. But I’m not ready to cum yet. Up. Stand up, now.” He stood up, pulling you up by your hair and walked you over to the bed before pushing you down. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down so your ass was half hanging off the edge. He knelt in between your legs, taking one of them over his shoulder. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this baby.” he breathed, his eyes found yours before reaching down and dragging a finger over your slit. “Tell me. How much do you enjoy having your cunt eaten? You want my face buried in that pretty pussy of yours until you cum on my tongue?” You nodded eagerly holding onto his hand, your other gripping desperately onto the sheets.

With that he gave you a wink and licked through your folds, his tongue flat and wide as he did. Repeating this, he made sure to stay around your clit, sucking gently at it before pushing his weight up on his hands and staring up at you. “Now, be a good girl and ride my face.” he demanded, his pupils blown out, causing his eyes to turn from that caramel colour to almost black. With that, he moved to lay at the head of the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you to him as you got up on your knees. “Hurry up baby, don’t keep me waiting.”

You crawled up the bed to meet him and straddled his shoulders, peering down at him as he snaked his arms around your thighs. Pulling you in closer, a grin forming on his face as you moved your knees to either side of his head. He leant up and connected his mouth to your waiting cunt. The contact made you shiver, moaning out as he pulled you down onto his face. His tongue made quick work of lapping and licking at your entrance, the bridge of his nose connecting with your pulsing clit each time he moved his face. Reaching out, you grabbed onto the headboard to steady yourself as you begin to roll yourself down, fucking yourself on his tongue. You could hear him slurping and licking, moaning at the taste and feel of you as the grip he had around your thighs tightened. He used his hands to guide your pussy over his face, making sure his nose hit all of the sensitive spots his tongue couldn’t as his mouth paid special attention to your entrance. His tongue flicked around you in the most delicious ways until you felt your legs begin to shake. You could feel yourself getting close, the flames in your stomach getting hotter and coursing through you. Panting and near on screaming, you dropped your head back “Daddy, I’m gonna cum. Please, please can I cum?” You wailed out. “Yes baby, feed me. Let that cunt go.” That was the command you needed, soaking his mouth and chin as he drank you up. He continued to lick and suck at your pussy as his hands held you still over him. You were shaking violently at the over stimulation. “Fuccccck, oh fuck fuck fuck. I can’t Daddy, fuck it’s so good.” He just laughed at you, continuing to hold you in place, knowing it was verging on painful. When he felt satisfied with the work he’d done, he loosened his grip on you and tapped your thigh gently.

“Come clean me up, baby.” Knowing exactly what was expected of you, you crawled over to him and licked over any remnants of you on his face. “Come here good girl, lay on your back. Hold your legs against your chest. Gonna make you squirt, you know I love making you squirt. I want you to cover me.” You lay on your back, interlocking your fingers behind your thighs and bringing them to your chest. He knelt next to you, one hand keeping your ankles together and his other giving slaps to your dripping, overly sensitive cunt. He spat on it before plunging two fingers into your entrance. He started slow, curling his fingers upwards each time he entered, hitting that sweet spot. He used his thumb to rub gentle circles onto your clit as he sped up his fingers that were fucking you. You were panting fast and moans started to fall out of your mouth. Your eyes were rolling back, your neck craned upwards as you used your free hand to clutch onto your tits, playing with your nipples.

“What a worthless slut, you are. Look at this pretty cunt, needs to be filled more I think.” He entered another finger, stretching you open further. “Oh fuck, fuccccck Daddy. So good.” He started to vigorously pump his fingers in and out of you and you could feel yourself getting to your breaking point. Your clit was aching with the contact from his thumb, his fingers so deep inside of you. The sides of your pussy aching as he was pounding his hand against your entrance. “I’m gonna cum daddy, please please. I need to cum.” He smiled, fucked out eyes, sweat glistening over his entire body. “Give it to me baby, squirt all over me.” Just like magic, he released his fingers and started to rub them over your entire cunt back and forth with high speed as your spray hit him, the floor, the bed and your legs. Your back arched high off the bed, the screams were so loud you are sure your neighbours would have heard, you were sweating and you felt paralysed by pleasure. He had his mouth open and tongue out, collecting any juice he could catch as it squirted out of you. “I’ll never get tired of that sight, baby.”

He gave you a couple of minutes to collect yourself, your chest aching from how hard you’d been breathing. You shuffled yourself up to the head of the bed, knowing Josh was ready to fuck. You’d already cum twice and he would want at least two more orgasms from you before he would be willing to release his own. He placed himself between your legs, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. This took you by surprise because whenever you were having level 10 sex, it was almost an unspoken rule that you didn’t kiss on the lips. You smiled sweetly, spreading yourself for him. “Ready for you, Daddy. Want your cock, please.” He ran the tip of his dick through your folds and teased at your entrance, watching your face as he did. “God you’re so wet for me again, didn’t take long did it? You desperate whore.”

The sting of pleasure pulsed around you as you felt Josh’s cock stretch and fill you up. You’d barely just recovered from your last orgasm. He held himself there for a moment so you could adjust to the feeling of him before pulling out of you fully. Thrusting back into your waiting cunt, desperate to be stretched around him again, he lent forward and bit your jaw before spitting over your face and giving a firm slap to your tits. He did this several times alternating between each boob. Each time, you cried out his name, your fingernails digging into his back as he drug you through an inferno of pleasure, pushing you towards the edge of release with each pound. You could hear the squelch of your wetness pooling at your entrance with each thrust. He could tell that you were dangling on the edge of your orgasm, your legs quaking against his body and your arousal soaking him with each thrust into your pussy, he moved a hand between the two of you, circling his thumb around your clit in slow, tight movements.

“That’s my good girl.” he coaxed, thumb still circling your most sensitive spot. As his cock pumped into you more aggressively, his moans now getting louder. “Give it to me baby, I can tell you’re right there.” He spoke with his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, before biting down, sucking a small mark into the skin there as he felt you finally release, clenching around him and crying out his name. “Fuck Josh, I’m cumming, Joshy baby… Ahh I’m cumming so hard around your fucking cock, Daddy.” Slowing down, just pounding as hard as he could every few seconds, he let you come down. “Yes baby, say my fucking name. Nobody makes that pussy feel as good as I do.” He slapped your face, hard before grabbing your throat.

He smiled down at you before making more demands. His sudden movement, or lack there of, caught you off guard. “On your knees, ass up.” He shouted, moving away from you to give you room. When you moved a little too slow for his liking, rolling onto your stomach before pushing up onto your knees, he cracked a stinging slap to the right side of your ass, it would be joining the belt bruises from earlier. “I don’t have time to be waiting for you, cum slut.” You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the mattress and your ass was as high up in the air as you could get it. You felt him grab onto your hips, he gave you no time to ready yourself before burying himself balls deep within your tight, wet pussy.

In this position he was able to fuck into you deeper, pulling you back to him with every roll of his hips. The sound of his balls slapping against your clit at a furious pace drowned out both of your moans. You know you weren’t supposed to but you couldn’t help but beg him to fuck you harder and faster. All you could do was grab at the sheets on the bed, your body shaking violently as you climbed towards another orgasm. He shut you up by reaching his hands round to your face, hooking his fingers into your cheeks and pulling your mouth back, using them as reigns. His cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep within you that so few had found before. He had you climbing that ladder, helping you get closer and closer to the top each time before backing off. He was edging you and each time you would slide your way back into the agonizing pit of darkness that he drug you through with each deep thrust of his thick cock. You felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. You were overstimulated, fucked out, too sensitive, and begging for sweet release. “Please, please, Daddy. Please, please I need to cum. I can’t, I can’t. Please!” You cried out until finally, finally as Josh moved one leg up to rest onto his foot, you felt him at a new angle. This one caused your head to drop forward, white heat racing through your body as that tight coil of desire snapped and sprung loose within you. You clenched down around him, your walls fluttering and pulsing as your arousal soaked him. The noises your bodies made as they met and pulled apart became wet and sloppy.

Josh was about to give into his own release, his body leaning over yours as his mouth fell near your ear. “That’s my beautiful whore, feel your cum round my cock. You hear that? So wet.” He released his hands from inside your mouth and onto your hips again. He pushed one hand onto your lower back, forcing you flat against the bed as he leaned over fucking into you as hard and deep as he could. “Oh baby, that’s it. Take it, fuck. You take my dick so good, gonna cum in that sweet, pretty pussy.” He moaned, releasing his load into your spent cunt. You felt him paint the inside of your walls. His thrusts slowed, faltered, stilled and finally stopped. He pulled out and ordered you onto your hands knees again, so he could watch his cum drip out of you. “Mmm, let’s not have this escape. You’re mine and I need to mark you.” He entered two fingers inside of you, pushing his release back into you. You arched your back at the contact, he was furiously fingering you until you came again, and with both his and your cum on his fingers, he was satisfied.

“Come here, baby. Let’s taste together.” He pulled your mouth to his, dancing tongues and lips messily before he placed fingers between both your mouths, so you could each get a taste. You let out a joint moan at the taste of your releases. “I love you so much, baby” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too, so so much.” After a little and very gentle make out session, he stroked his fingers through your hair as you spoke about your days before deciding to clean up.

He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bubble bath he had ran. Two bottles of water waiting for you both. He carefully got in behind you. You lay back with your head against his chest as he scattered kisses over your shoulders and neck. He washed your hair for you and made sure your were clean and not too sore after your session. Taking special care of the bruises he had left, being as gentle as possible. “Thank you for making a shit day, much better. Best way to release stress is when Daddy comes out.” You giggled, looking back at him. He reached forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you sweetly on the lips. “You’re welcome my gorgeous girl. You’re worth it. I’d do anything for you, I’m sorry you had a shitty day, but so glad I could improve it. I love you so fucking much.” He placed more kisses over your face. “Now, let’s order some food, you can choose! We’ll cuddle up on the sofa and we’ll stick Shrek on the TV. How does that sound?” He smiled at you. Resting the side of your face against his chest, you smiled up at him. “Perfect, I’m so lucky I have you in my life. I love you, Joshy.”

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milkgemini · 2 years ago

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Haze

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut! 18+ minors DNI. oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, marijuana use.

A/N: merry christmas lovies :)

listen

“josh stop hogging the joint.”

it’s a friday night and you have found yourself on the floor of your apartment, passing a joint back and forth with your childhood best friend.

smoking with josh was one of your favorite things to do. you found him to be so interesting, with the way he randomly shot bizzare facts at you while holding the most intricate conversations on subjects you’d usually find mundane if it were anyone else.

“you’ve been holding it in your hand for about 5 minutes now. you’re letting it burn”

“sorry honey, here.”

Honey

honey was the nickname josh gave you in highschool. there was a time you bought yourself a new perfume. josh loved the scent. said it reminded him of honey and chamomile, his favorite tea combination. so the name stuck. to him, it may have been a cute joke, but to you, every time you heard the nickname roll off of his tongue, it made your skin feel warm.

“got lost in thought for a second” he carried on.

“what are ya thinking about?” you asked him with a tilt of your head, passing the joint back to him again. because unlike josh, you take your hit and pass it right back.

he reaches over for the joint, his head facing the ceiling, concentrating on the boring white paint. as he grabs the joint from you, your fingertips touch momentarily. he doesn’t turn his head, but the reaction in your stomach makes the sides of your mouth curl up.

“if i were a couples therapist,” he rambles on, “i would totally suggest that everyone just get high with their partner. bam! problem solved.”

his answer causes you to huff a laugh. “i don’t think it’s that simple josh.”

“well it can’t hurt.” he replies, followed by the exhale of smoke leaving his throat.

silence was never awkward with josh. comfortability in the silence between conversations without finding it awkward was something you dearly cherished about your friendship with josh.

with your heads both resting on the bottom of the couch, laying on the floor of your living room. you both stared at the ceiling side by side, taking in the soft music of “china cat sunflower” playing from the record player on the other side of the room.

“ask me a question” he finally breaks the silence.

“uhhh like what?” you retort back.

“well that question doesn’t count. ask another.”

you start to feel the high creep up, and everything josh says to you causes you to giggle.

“ok well, let me think. what’s your favorite quality in a person?” you ask.

“oh that’s a good one, honey. i would say i gravitate to the nurturing aspect of people. a caring soul can heal another ya know?” he answers your question.

his reply causes you to smile genuinely to yourself.

he moves from staring at the ceiling on his back, to turning on his side facing you, propping his elbow up and resting his head in the palm of his hand.

“kind of like you.” he says to you, his voice soft. you can hear the smile on his face as he talks.

“what?” you’re not sure if it’s because you’re now high, or the slight crush you have on josh is influencing your stupid question. you heard exactly what he said.

“you know. your mind is cultivating. i can tell you care deeply about the people you surround yourself with. it’s comforting to me.” he holds eye contact with you and shoots you a toothy grin.

his smile. the way his teeth are perfectly straight. with the adorable gap between the two in the front. his lips curling to hug those teeth as his smile grows wider. he’s perfect to you.

“well thanks josh. you’re very sweet you know that” you’re praying he can’t see the pink tint forming on your cheeks right now.

“you know…” he playfully squeezes your thigh right above your knee as you’re still seated back against the couch, him on his side. he keeps his hand rested there and you can feel your skin underneath heating up from his touch. “i may be stoned, but your beauty is noticeably remarkable tonight.”

“josh…”

“what?” he sits back up, scooching closer to you now. your hips just about touching. his face tilted to look you in the eye. “friends can call each other beautiful, ya know” his eyes were heavy. a goofy smile plastered across his face as he flicks back and forth between looking in your eyes to your lips quickly.

you realize his hand has never lost its spot on your thigh. “oh.. sorry i kinda forgot my han-“

“no it’s okay” you grab his hand and place it back on your thigh.

“okay… well then what about this..” his fingertips trace lightly up your thigh but leave to find your jawline, carefully turning your head to look directly at him now. your faces are close, but noses not yet touching. he’s still giving you that lulled smile.

“that’s okay too, josh” you answer his question. trying your best not to stare at his lips.

“now it’s my turn to let you know that’s okay” he replies, thumb swiping against your jaw now.

“hmm? what do you mean” a bashful smile creeping up on your face.

“i see you glancing to my lips. it’s okay.” he reassures you.

“yeah?” your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as your stare shifts into his eyes.

his thumb leaves its spot on your jaw and moves to your lips. pulling your bottom lip from your teeth, softly brushing over it.

you can feel him moving closer to you now. his right hand firmly planted on the carpet between you, his left cupping your chin, pulling you closer until your noses brush against each other.

“and this? is this ok-“ he asks.

you answer his question by pressing your lips against his. the feeling of his soft lips causes any thought left in your brain to melt. with your nose so close to his skin, you take in his scent deeply between breaths. his fingers extended across your cheek holding you in place as if you would ever leave.

josh keeps the kiss gentle, but passionate. pressing his lips against yours hard, but not rushed. he dares to make the first move by opening his mouth, inviting your tongue inside. your tongue brushes against his, feeling the warmth of the inside of his mouth. you hum to yourself as you taste him for the very first time. he tastes like the mint of the gum he was chewing earlier accompanied by the weed you’ve shared together.

he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to you, his nose still slotted against yours. you pout to yourself, never wanting that specific moment in time to end.

“honey, can i tell you something…”

you’re worried. does he have some secret girl in his life that he’s never told you about and is planning to spring something on you?

“what is it?” you finally reply, trying your best not to seem anxious.

“i have wanted to taste your lips for a very long time. feel how soft they are.”

you feel your shoulders relax. he’s thought of you in this way? for how long?

you don’t reply verbally, but instead with the continuation of the kiss. this one with more force behind it. you grab the back of his neck causing him to crash into you. with the music on such a low volume in the corner, the sounds of you both gasping for air between kisses fills the room.

he pulls away from you to stand in front of you, extending his arms out to offer you his hands. you take them and he pulls you to your feet. toe to toe, chest to chest, he places a hand on either side of your face, tilting your head upward to look at him. he smiles to himself while scanning your face entirely.

“so pretty, honey.”

his lips find yours once more as he guides you backwards towards the couch. the back of your knees hit it, and he slowly guides you to sit as he follows after. he positions your legs to drape across his lap. your back laying against the arm of the couch.

his grip on your cheek trails down to your neck. tilting your chin up to face the ceiling. his lips leave yours just to be replaced against the skin under your ear. his lips are swollen from being attached to yours for so long, they feel so soft and plump against the sensitive skin there.

as he continues his trail of kisses, the ones against your collarbone become wetter, flicking his tongue out to taste a new expanse of skin he’s never explored before. he slides down the straps of your tank top and bra, letting them fall against your arm. he leaves kisses to your shoulder, back down to the top of your breast. when he gets there, he opens up to softly nip the plump skin there. you confirm your enjoyment in his actions by letting a soft moan leave your mouth.

his fingertips curl over the top of your tank and the cups of your bra. before he does anything, he looks up at you through his lashes, silently asking for permission. your hand finds the top of his head pushing him down granting him access to that intimate part of you.

before he pulls your top down, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra with one hand. you don’t know whether to be impressed or heated with jealousy at his ability to do that. with your bra out of the equation, he pulls your top down to just below your breasts. with you fully in his view now, he grabs both in his hands and kneads the soft skin with his palms. his mouth attached to your right nipple, sucking lightly. as his mouth leaves you, he replaces his lips with his tongue as to not make you miss him too long between. he flattens his tongue against your nipple and swipes over it once, maintaining eye contact. he changes the motion to short flicks of his tongue. with your hand still on the back of his neck, you begin to tug at the curls there.

“oh josh” you stretch your neck that’s resting on the arm of the couch, to face the ceiling now. playing with his curls in between the flicks of his tongue on your nipple.

he leaves your breast and assists you in lifting your arms up to pull your tank top over your head. as he smoothes them back down to your side, he grabs your hips, forcing you to scooch down on the couch laying more flat now.

his lips return back to your skin, leaving quick kisses down your tummy in a straight line. the palm of your hand brushes from his forehead to his hair pushing it back exposing his forehead to you. you continue these motions over and over, a way of answering in physical touch how much you’re enjoying this right now.

he finally reaches the elastic band of your sweatpants, and kisses a horizontal line at the skin right above them. his fingers curl underneath the band. you buck your hips up to help him in the removal of them. he tugs both your panties and your sweats down to your ankles, gripping your heels one at a time to help you get your feet out, then tosses the pants to the side.

as soon as his focus is back on you, he realizes your legs are clamped shut, knees touching.

he reaches over, swiping his thumb against your cheekbone. “you know honey, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with?” he grins down at you with the most genuine smile. making you feel loved and cared for.

“no it’s not that, josh. i want this. with you. it’s just..”

“you can tell me..” he makes you feel safe.

“it’s just.. i’ve never done this. i’ve never had someone taste me there..”

his hands are now rubbing up and down your thighs finally stopping at your knees, slowly prying them from each other to spread yourself for him.

“oh honey. can i please show you how bad i’ve wanted to taste you there. let me show you how much i’ve wanted this”

he continues to push your thighs apart, while slowly lowering himself to slot between your legs. you give him a shy nod in confirmation and begin to relax your shoulders against the couch.

his lips finally return to the skin below your belly button, taking his time to make sure you feel every second of this. in his mind he is thinking, “she deserves to feel every ounce of pleasure”. with his mouth reaching closer to the spot you need him most, his hands clutch the meat of your thighs to fully expose you to him. thumbs rubbing lightly against the sensitive skin there.

bucking your hips towards his face, you show him you’re ready to feel his mouth against you. he huffs a laugh and lowers his head. as you look down, all you can see are the curls at the top of his head, his face disappearing between your thighs. you wish you snap of photo of this.

he places a quick kiss to your lower lips, immediately sending chills to your body. he can see your wetness start to accumulate between your folds. the sight of it, giving him the motivation to roughly push your thighs back with the palm of his hands. his dives into you, flattening his tongue and running it up your slit a few times.

your hand snaps down to his curls, gripping a handful and tugging.

“oh fuck josh! that feels fucking amazing.”

after your core is soaked from both your wetness and his saliva, he points his tongue to improve his accuracy beyond your lips. he starts at your entrance, just barely inserting the tip of his tongue.

“oh my god..” your grip on his curls tightens with every wave of pleasure. he loves to hear your sounds of approval.

his tongue quickly swipes up to your clit, causing your hips to jolt. with this reaction, he looks up at you through his lashes as he focuses on your tiny bud of pleasure. he surrounds his lips with it, pulling it between them, audibly letting go each time. after a few times, he leaves open mouths kisses against your clit, as if he’s making out against your pussy. the combination of his lips to your clit and his tongue swirling against it creates a tight feeling in your stomach.

“more josh.. can you-“

“like this?” he shoves two fingers inside you roughly with no warning. his mouth still sucking your clit between his lips as he pumps his ring finger and middle finger in you, never breaking eye contact.

“fuck josh. yes just like that. please.” your hips are grinding against his mouth and fingers. your jaw clenched as you crane your neck towards the ceiling.

his pace quickens, both his fingers and the flicks of his tongue against your clit. he watches you from down below. he watches your body twitch with pleasure and your jaw clench. he feels you squirming.

“josh i think i’m gonna cum. please don’t stop” you say to him through clenched teeth.

“please cum for me honey. cum in my mouth just like this.”

his dirty words are what sends you off the edge completely. you’ve never heard josh speak so sexually before, to you or anyone for that matter. you let out a strangled moan not caring what neighbors hear you. your back arches off the couch, the palm of your hand never releasing it’s grip on his hair.

as you begin to return back down to earth, you feel josh slowly licking you through the come down of your orgasm. before he can finish with you, you grab the sides of his face and pull his mouth to yours. his upper lip is wet with your arousal, the taste of yourself on his tongue turning you on even more.

with josh still fully clothed, resting between your legs, you break the kiss to hold his face and look him in the eyes.

“i want you to fuck me, joshua.”

he grins down to you and places a kiss to the side of your mouth.

“anything for you, honey. anything”

he attaches his mouth to yours once more. continuing the open mouthed kisses as he simultaneously pulls his briefs and sweats down.

once free from confinement, he grips his length in his palm. you stare wide eyed at him. his cock is pretty. you didn’t know a cock could be so pretty, but his is. he’s big but not too much to where it would be too painful, but you’re favorite part is how thick he is. the thought of it makes you crave him stretching you out even more.

as your thoughts race, you become more impatient and need him inside you, now. you wrap your ankles around his hips and bring him further down towards you. his length still in his hands, he runs the tip of his dick through your folds. gathering your wetness before diving inside you.

with each brush against your clit, you bite down harder on your bottom lip. he plays with your pussy with his cock for a while, before the teasing becomes too much for you.

you forcefully grab his biceps and bring him even closer now, his lips just ghosting yours.

“josh please… i want to feel you inside of me. please?”

although teasing your pussy made his cock even harder, he can’t control himself when he hears your gentle fucked out voice.

he leans back on the heels of his feet and concentrates on the tip of his cock entering you. with just the tip in, your jaw already falls open. he glances back up at you with a sneaky grin.

“more josh. now.”

with this, he shoves himself fully inside of you without any warning. a wailing moan escaping your throat at the feeling of him stretching you out. it burns, but the pain feels so good.

after a few seconds of letting you become accustomed to him, he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. his eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels how wet you are, coating his cock completely.

as his pace quickens, his bottom lip finds itself tucked between his teeth, clamping down hard. his eyes dead locked on the sight of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy. the sight of it alone causing him to twitch inside of you.

his right hand leaves your thigh and brings itself to your mouth. swiping his thumb against your bottom lip. you press a kiss to his thumb and he retracts it, just to place it on your clit. as he continues to slam into you, he swipes quickly across your clit, causing your toes to curl behind him.

he leans down to find your lips with his own. pushing past your lips and licking into your mouth. you moan into his mouth as the rhythm of his thumb playing with your clit, and his cock fully submerged inside you never falter.

you’re starting to feel so full and taken care of, as everything around you is consumed by josh.

his thrusts into you become rougher, a sign he is nearing his own climax. his lips pull away from you. as he watches your tits bounce below him from the harshness of his thrusts, he groans to himself. his fingers leave your cheek just to find your bottom lip. he pulls your bottom lips down to expose your teeth.

“open” he commands you quickly.

you lower your bottom jaw and lay your tongue out flat for him. with him now hovering over you, he lets a trail of saliva fall onto your tongue and taps the side of your cheeks, silently instructing you to swallow. processing how sexy that was to you, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

instead of quick swipes against your clit, he changes his pace to rubbing circles around it. he can feel you getting wetter as his cock slips in and out of you.

“can you cum for me one more time, pretty girl? want to make you feel good again before mine.”

he cups your jaw with just enough pressure while maintaining eye contact as his hips slam into the back of your thighs. his stare searing into your eyes. soft gasps and moans falling from your mouth with each slam into your pussy.

he can feel you clench around his cock and he knows you're close. as if to purposely push you over that edge, he breaks the intense eye contact to look down at his thumb toying with your clit. his chin to his chest, he gathers saliva on his tongue letting it roll slowly off it and drip onto your clit, providing even more moisture for him to swirl around you.

as you watch him do this, your whines become so drawn out. he increases the pressure of his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

“that’s it, baby. you’re there. now just let go for me”

his comforting words force you into oblivion. the insides of your thighs shaking against his hips. you clench your jaw shut along with your eyes.

he talks you through you orgasm. whispering sweet nothings to you, coaxing you through it. your constant pants of breath turning him on beyond belief. he’s holding on for dear life inside you, clenching his own jaw now.

as soon as he feels your walls relax, his own need takes over him. he grips either side of your neck forcefully, aiding his thrusts into you.

with one final pump, he pushes himself to the hilt and unleashes his cum inside you. immediately, you moan at the feeling of his warmth coating your walls; his cock twitching inside you.

with his forehead pressed against yours, and his eyes closed, you swallow his breaths brushing against your lips.

he opens his eyes looking into yours, with his cock still resting inside you, you feel as if he’s truly looking into you. his genuine gaze towards you causing heat to rise against your skin.

his thumb brushing softly against your cheek bones, he places a slow and soft kiss to your lips, breathing in your scent deeply.

after a while of taking in each other's presence, bodies pressed against one another, he leans back on his heels.

“i’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

he slowly retracts himself from inside of you and watches the cum that was plugged with his cock slowly leak out from you.

with the loss of his fullness you wince, but are taken by surprise when you see josh at the bottom of you, cock in his fist, swiping his cum up and down your slit.

he squeezes the remainder of the cum off his length pulling from the bottom to the top and wiping it on his own shirt before reaching from behind to take it off of him and clean you with it.

as he throws his shirt to the side, he lays down against you. his fingertips pressed to your jaw, turning your face to his to plant a kiss to your lips.

“thank you, honey.” he murmurs into your ear. his voice being taken over with exhaustion. eyes beginning to close.

you giggle underneath him, giving a kiss to his damp forehead, tasting the salt of the sweat on his skin.

“for what, josh?” you ask.

“you make me feel at home.”

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joshym · 1 year ago

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No Hands: Part 2 (teaser)

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: You had your turn, now it’s his.

Warnings: Joshs’ white satin scarf. Smut. Pure smut. 18+ ONLY

Read part one.

He removes the scarf from around his neck, dragging it across your lips, down your chest, descending further to embrace every curve of your body. The soft satin like honey gliding across your warm skin as it melts into you with its gentle touch.

He dips it slowly between your legs, pulling on it ever so slightly as it skates across your drenched core.

Your body weakens with each pull of the scarf, becoming encompassed with red hot desire as the fabric lightly tugs on your throbbing clit.

He sits up on his knees between your legs.

"Hands."

You obey, putting your arms in front of you, fingers intertwined together.

He kisses each wrist as he begins tying the scarf around them. Dark eyes full of lust and need locked with yours.

One knot, two knots...

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 2 years ago

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Honey

Josh Kiszka X fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Ball gag, handcuffs, oral (m/rec), overstimulation if you squint, I think thats it, this is mostly fluff.

He was so beautiful like this. All the time really, but especially like this. Only you got to see him like this, and you loved it.

You had known when he came home and instantly was on you. Needy, some days your baby was needy, clingy, and touch starved.

When he got like this, 9 times out of 10 he wanted to be used, and then treasured. You were always more than happy to give that to him.

So here you were, his hard cock in your mouth as you bobbed your head. His hands were in cuffs in front of him, per his request so he could still touch you. His fingers desperately tangled in your hair as they followed your movements. He knew he was under no circumstances to apply any pressure, he was lucky he could touch you at all.

You could hear the muffled whines and grunts coming from his mouth. You pulled off of him with a pop and looked up to him. You couldn't hide your smug grin as you played your fingers over his abdomen.

"Even with that ball gag in I can still hear all your pretty little noises baby" You said as you leaned forward, swiping the drool leaking down his chin and placing your hand back on his cock, slicking it further. You peppered kisses over his jaw, smiling against his skin as he craned his neck.

"Mhmm" He hummed, mumbling something after. You weren't certain on the exact words, but you made out 'please' and 'cum'.

"I know Josh, I'm gonna make you cum baby" You moved back down, settling between his legs, "Suck it slow and deep just how you like, let you cum down my throat, hows that?"

You didn't give him a chance to answer before descending back down onto him, taking him down your throat.

His response was a moan followed by praises mumbled around the rubber in his mouth as he bucked his hips into you. You let this slide, knowing how bad he wanted it.

You bobbed your head, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks, flattening your tongue and taking him as deeply as you could. His grip on your hair tightened, his eyes rolling back as his cock twitched against your tongue. You swallowed his release down, relishing the taste and the warmth.

You removed your mouth, licking softly at his head as a few more drops appeared. He squirmed under you, huffing a laugh and grabbing your face gently to prompt you to stop.

"Alright, alright" You giggled as you crawled up his body and felt him relax. You unclasped the ball gag, carefully removing it from his mouth. You kissed his jaw, massaging it gently as he closed his mouth. His half-lidded eyes looked at you as you pulled away.

He was clearly worn out. You had been edging him for a while before letting him finally cum. That lazy smile graced his lips as he watched you move to undo the handcuffs.

"How are you?" You asked, tossing the handcuffs to the ground and rubbing his wrists.

"Good" he said softly, taking his hands from your grip and pulling you down to him. "Thank you love"

He shifted with you on the mattress, you on your back and him snuggling into your side, his head on your chest. He draped his arm over your middle and his leg over yours, placing innocent loving kisses onto the round of your breast.

As much as you loved reducing Joshua to a mess, this was your favorite part most days. Getting to spoil him after. He didn't let it happen often, he was usually spoiling you. You savored these moments where you got to just shower him with attention and love.

His chest vibrated against you as he let out a content hum. You smiled to yourself as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. Your fingers danced up and down his arm as the other gently scratched at his scalp. He loved when you played with his hair, he told you every time you did it almost.

You knew if he wanted to, he could fall asleep right now, but you weren't ready for the night to end. You wanted to treasure him some more.

"Have you gotten to shower since you got home?" You spoke barely above a whisper,

"Why? Do I smell?" He turned his head and smelled his armpit,

"No" You laughed as you looked down to him, holding him a little tighter, "I just thought you might want to take a bath together?"

"That sounds nice actually," He sat up slowly, propping himself on his elbows, "Can we use one of those bath explosion things"

"A bath bomb?" You giggled, he nodded with a grin "Yes we can, I'll go get it running."

You climbed off the bed, heading into the bathroom leaving Josh sprawled out on the bed. You didn't need to turn around to know he was watching your naked form walk across the room.

You turned on the water, getting it the right temperature and plugging the drain to let it begin to fill. You opened the little basket where you kept your assortment of bath bombs. You pulled out 2,

"Vanilla or eucalyptus?" You asked as you padded back into the bedroom, walking over to the bed. Josh sat up on the edge and you held out each option for him to smell.

"This one, eucalyptus" he said after some consideration. You turned to head back to the bathroom but he stopped you, hand on your wrist as he pulled you back to standing between his legs. One hand landed on your hip and the other grabbed your chin gently, tilting your face down slightly to capture his lips in a kiss.

"What was that for?" you asked as you pulled away

"For always taking care of me" He said, thumb rubbing slow circles over your hip bone.

"It's not a big deal, I like spoiling you" you replied, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom

"It's a big deal to me, y/n." He turned you towards him, making you realize how serious he was, "I know that no matter what kind of day I have, I have you to come home to, and that makes every day a little easier."

You felt your heart melt

"I know you will always know what I need, even when I don't, and I love you for it" he finished, kissing your forehead.

"Would you stop it before you make me cry" You shoved his chest playfully, causing him to crinkle his nose when he laughed,

"Alright, I'll stop for now, I just hope you know how appreciated you are" He said, finally stepping into the tub, motioning with his eyes that he wanted you behind him.

"I know babe, you always find ways to remind me" You sunk into the water behind him, placing a leg on either side of his body and kissing his shoulder. "And I love you too"

He ran his hands up and down your legs as he got comfortable, the warm water causing his cheeks to blush ever so slightly.

"Will you wash my hair? It always feels so nice when you do it," he leaned back against you, turning his head to look at you as he spoke,

"Of course I will," little did he know that was on your favorite things too. He kissed your neck before slowly sitting up, careful not to splash the water from the tub. He handed you his shampoo and conditioner bottles.

You loved the scent of his hair products, they were some organic expensive brand. You went through the motions of washing his hair, taking your time to massage his scalp, a moan slipping past his lips,

"I think you might like this more than what just happened in the bedroom" You teased, causing him to turn and give you a shy smile, "Tilt your head back"

He handed you the showerhead and tilted his head. You carefully washed out the shampoo, being careful not to get any in his eyes. You went through the same steps with the conditioner. Once you had finished Josh once again leaned back against you, taking your arms and loosely wrapping them around his middle as he relaxed into you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence until the water had started to get cold,

"What do you want to do after this?" you paused as you thought, "Movie? Book? Right to sleep?"

"I'm not too tired yet surprisingly, movie sounds good" he replied, "Will you make me one of those mug cake things I like?"

"The chocolate one or the one with blueberries?" you asked, making sure you knew which one he wanted.

"The blueberry one, with the honey on top" he glanced to you, those puppy dog eyes making an appearance. It wasn't intentional on his part, he was genuinely asking if you'd do this for him.

"Sure, I'll go work on it while you do your post shower hair regimen" You poked fun at him as you raised from the water. You liked to tease that he had more hair products than you.

"Oh don't start" He said with a roll of his eyes as he swatted at your ass. You dodged it as you grabbed your towel, drying off and then handing a towel to Josh.

You left him in the bathroom, slipping on a pair of cotton sleeping shorts and a big t-shirt. You had started to head to the kitchen when he poked his head out of the bathroom, a towel situated low on his hips.

"Whats this?" he asked, you walked over to see what he had.

"Oh, thats a new face mask I got, I haven't tried it yet,"

he opened it and sniffed it,

"Do you want to try it?" You asked, knowing he probably wouldn't just openly ask.

"How do I-" He started dipping his finger in it.

"Here, come on" you giggled as you walked him back into the bathroom. You grabbed the little rubber spatula from the cabinet.

You climbed up onto the sink, sitting and bringing Josh to stand between your legs. You brushed some of the damp curls from his face, dipping the spatula in the mask and starting to gently spread it on his face. His eyes traveled your face, like he was taking it in for the first time. You used to cower under his stare, but had gotten to him admiring you, he did it often.

"You're really getting the full spa experience today aren't you Joshy" you said as you covered the last bit of skin,

A toothy grin spread on his face, revealing that adorable little tooth gap.

"Here," He said, taking the tub and spatula, "Can't leave you out"

He started applying it to your face. You watched as he bit the inside of his cheek, concentrating as he did it. You couldn't stop the smile that took over your face,

"What?" He giggled,

"You, you're just cute" You admitted, he rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went back to his task. After a few minutes he stepped back and admired his work,

"There," He said, "How long do we leave it on?"

"Like 15 minutes," you looked at the directions on the tub, "Just do your hair routine and then you can wash it off with warm water" you hopped off the counter, "I'll go make the mug cakes." he nodded and stepped to the side to let you exit the bathroom.

You were working in the kitchen mixing the ingredients in your and Josh's mugs, taking a minute to rinse your face off in the sink when the mask needed to come off.

You were sprinkling the blueberries in Josh's mug when you saw him come around the corner. You smiled when you realized he was wearing one of your hoodies, boxer briefs on his bottom half.

"Thief" you said playfully as he came up behind you, looking over your shoulder to watch you finish mixing. He smiled, kissing your cheek, his curls tickling your face. You reached your hand up and caressed his cheek, noticing how soft it was.

"Are they almost ready?" he rested his chin on your shoulder,

"Yup, just gotta put them in the microwave" You shifted to do so, and he stepped with you, not wanting to let you go. "Can you get the honey?"

"I've got my honey" He said attacking you with kisses, you bubbled with laughter, head falling back against him,

"That was sooo cheesy Joshua" You shook your head, trying to squirm away from him "Just get the honey" He grinned at your reaction and obliged, walking over to the pantry.

He brought it over, putting some on top of his cake when it got out of the microwave. He grabbed spoons for the both of you and handed you one when you took your cake out of the microwave this time.

"Thank you, baby" He said as he walked over and kissed your temple.

"Mhmm" You hummed as you licked some of the honey from your spoon. You gave him a mischievous grin and he quirked a brow at you, "First one back to the bed gets to choose the movie" You rushed out before taking off to run back to the bedroom. Josh cackled a laugh as he ran after you,

"Thats not fair you got a head start!"

You did indeed make it to the bed first, Josh right behind you. You ended up picking a movie you knew he liked anyways. It didn't really matter what was on the tv anyways. The two of you cuddled into the bed, eating your mug cakes and talking each other's days, not really paying attention to the movie at all.

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basiccortez · 2 years ago

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Coming Home From Tour | The Baby Series

series masterlist | main masterlist

synopsis: The boys come home from tour :)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: babies, mentions of sickness, mostly fluff

note: surprise??? I've had this sitting in my drafts since the end of DiG and now that those pictures of Josh are floating around I thought 'heh why not'. This is terrifying, so lets see how it goes:)

JOSH:

You knew that the moment Josh walked out the door, he was counting down the days until he could come home to you and Oliver. Josh was such a homebody before becoming a partner, now it was even worse. He always found it hard to leave home, spending months on the road, traveling around and playing show after show. He used to call Karen at least once a day, getting updates on things back in Michigan. Now, he was calling you at least twice a day, wanting updates, pictures and videos of his son.

Oliver was now nine months old and sitting up by himself. You had sent the group chat a video the other day of him banging a toy tambourine on the ground and Josh had never felt so much pride in his life. As much as technology was a blessing, Josh still felt like he was missing out on so much. It was almost daily that Oliver seemed to change or have some new milestone checked off the list. The best thing Josh could do every night while on stage, a million miles away, was to make sure to sing for you and Oliver. And somehow, you both knew that Josh was singing for you.

You were somewhat privy to what the boys were planning for their last show. Josh hadn’t given you too many details in your last facetime call, but you knew that they wanted to go out with a bang. You were fast asleep by the time they took the stage in California, after having put Oliver down and listened while you played a recording of Josh reading a bedtime story to him. You were doing your morning debrief, which consisted of scrolling through tiktok and twitter while feeding Oliver and drinking tea.

“Oliver Kiszka, stop putting bananas in your hair,” You scolded the little boy, who just gave you a gummy smile and continued to smash bananas in his brown curls. He for sure had his father’s taste for mischief. You playfully rolled your eyes and placed a couple more pieces of bananas on his highchair tray, “It sounds like half your daddy’s fans are dead this morning. Can you believe that? Can you believe it!?”

“Ah!” Oliver exclaimed and you laughed.

“Yes, I know! Crazy man, I tell ya!” You kissed his cheek, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sticky boy,” You had put on a Jethro Tull album, which just so happened to be Oliver and Josh’s favorites. You believe it was more Josh’s favorite but Josh swore that Oliver told him it was his favorite too. You couldn’t help the giggle that arose from your throat as ‘Reasons for Waiting’ started playing. It always sent a delightful shiver down your body, remembering the first time you heard that song and the first time you and Oliver both saw Josh and the boys on stage.

“What a sight for my eyes,” You sang softly as you wiped your son's cheeks with a damp rag, “To see you in sleep. . .” Oliver had the same big soft brown eyes as his father, and he watched your every move with such intent. You believed that the two were more similar than everyone thought. Everyday you watched Oliver grow, the more you saw the same personality as Josh.

“Came a thousand miles-” You sang the last line of the verse, when another voice jumped in.

“Just to catch you smiling.”

You turned your head around, to see Josh standing in the doorway, his backpack on his shoulders and tired, soft brown eyes looking at you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you ran towards him, and threw your arms around his neck. He grunted as you crashed into him, but held you tightly, breathing in the scent of you. He felt his throat tighten up as he ran his hands soothingly down your back as you cried into his neck. This was the moment he had been waiting for for months.

“Da!” Oliver’s voice broke them apart, and Josh’s smile beamed like a megawatt light. You stepped out of the way so he could go grab his son.

“My sweet boy,” Josh held his hands out as the little boy reached for him. He undid the highchair tray and pulled him into his arms. You smiled as Josh placed kisses all over the little boy's face and Oliver giggled. Your two favorite sounds had become Josh’s voice and Oliver’s laughter.

“My god, he’s gotten so big,” Josh shook his head, running his hand over Oliver’s soft hair. He pressed his lips to the little boy’s forehead, taking a sniff of his hair, “He still smells the same. Like baby powder and lavender. It’s addicting, I had to take one of his blank-”

“So that’s where Hawky went! You had him!” You were going crazy thinking you left one of Oliver’s blankets at some venue across the country, but it was his father who had it the whole time.

Josh just shrugged and went back to loving on his son, “I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I never want to leave you again.” Josh walked to you, and put his free arm around you, pulling you into him. You placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. Tears brimmed his brown eyes, and you gently cupped his cheek, brushing away a stray tear, “Ever. You’re both going to get so sick and tired of me, you’ll be calling Jake to haul me away.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You smiled and Josh pecked your lips.

JAKE:

He knew it was absolutely insane, but Jake couldn’t wait the next day to fly home with his brothers. Don’t get it wrong, Jake absolutely loved what he did. He thanked Josh nearly every day for deciding to embark on this crazy journey with him. Without Josh, there would be no Greta Van Fleet. Jake’s dream would’ve been just that. . . a dream. He would’ve been just another crazy kid who had true talent that never went anywhere. But Jake’s second dream had come true nearly ten months ago, the dream of becoming a father.

Dylan Rose Kiszka had been the greatest gift Jake had gotten since he got his first Gibson SG. He was terrified of becoming a father, and he still had his fear. But everyday it evaporated a little bit more seeing Dylan grow. It had torn him to pieces to have to leave her and go out on the road, but you assured him that she wouldn’t want him to stay here and not go share his talent with the world. Every place that they had been, Jake made sure to buy a postcard (or send someone to go get one) so that he could start a scrapbook for her to look back on. You and Dylan had gone to a couple shows, and made sure to get the concert poster and hang it up in her room with the rest of her posters.

“Are you sure you still want to take this flight?” Ben, their tour manager asked as he dropped Jake off out front of the airport.

“I can not spend another night away from them,” Jake said, grabbing his backpack. Josh was sitting in the back seat and grabbed his brother’s shoulder, “The parental scolding can come late-”

“Give her a big kiss from us,” Josh smiled, “I miss my Dyl Pickle.”

Jake smiled and nodded at his twin, “Thank you.”

“Now go! Or I'm gonna kick your ass for making us drop you off at 1AM,” Josh pointed towards the door, and Jake quickly scrambled out of the car and ran towards the ticketing counter.

He couldn’t remember the last time he took a redeye flight, probably when Sam and Danny were still in high school and they had to be back from playing a show to get to monday morning classes. Jake pulled his sweater on and sunglasses, hoping that he could get through this flight without being noticed. Which, luckily he did, and sat down in his seat near the window. It was bittersweet leaving the tour so soon. He would’ve loved to stay and celebrate the end of what felt like the longest tour in history, with his brothers. But he also wanted nothing more to get home to you and his daughter.

— — —

Nearly four hours later, Jake had landed back in Nashville. The earth was still and quiet as he got into the car waiting to take him home. His heart started racing and his hands grew clammy. Why was he so nervous? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the fact he’s spent the last five months of his daughter’s life on the road? Would she even know who he is? Yes, they had facetimed and called, and you even spent a week with them on the road, but that was different than this moment.

He was home. The tour had come to an end. There was no more packing up to wake up in a new city or country. There would be lazy moments just the three of you in the morning while you tended to Dylan and Jake made his famous blueberry pancakes and eggs. There would be sessions at the studio where he would try and get Dylan to walk or maybe even bang some keys on the piano. There would be nights where he’d help get her to bed so that you can relax from spending the day with her.

The driver pulled up in front of the small craftsman that you inhabited, and Jake thanked him, giving him a tip. He stood there for a moment in front of the house, just taking in the sight of it. It felt like it had been years since he had been there. He looked to his left, at the mailbox that you insisted on painting for your first house. Your hand print, his, and Dylan’s were on it, like the house in UP. A smile broke out on his face as he fished his keys out from his bag and unlocked the door quietly.

Jake did his best to avoid the creaky parts of the floorboards as he made his way upstairs to the nursery. The mobile above the crib was going, softly playing the melody to ‘Light My Love’, which made Jake’s heart pound in his chest. He walked over to the crib, which he noticed had been lowered and made him a bit sad to think about his little girl growing up. Dylan’s light brown eyes were looking up at the mobile as Jake leaned over the crib.

“Look at you, wide awake,” Jake smiled and reached in to pick her up. Dylan didn’t stir, as if she knew who Jake was. He grabbed her baby blanket from the rocking chair, and sat down, laying her head on his chest and rocking gently, “You remember me? Remember who I am?” Dylan looked up at him, her quiet way of saying that she did, in fact, know who was holding her. You had told Jake during the last phone call that Dylan had started to become clingy and tearful around people she didn’t know.

“Kinda expected you to yell at me, or something,” Jake smiled, playing with the curls at the base of her neck, “But you know me, don’t you, baby,” He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, and she laid her head back against his chest. She sucked gently on her thumb as Jake rubbed her back, “I missed you like the sun misses the moon at night. But there’s no more needing to miss each other. Cause I’m home. We’re all together again.” Jake settled in the chair, letting out a deep breath, as he kicked his feet up on the footstool in front of him.

He slowly rocked, not only himself, but Dylan back to bed. And a couple hours later, you arose to find both people you loved fast asleep. You walked over to the rocking chair and gently ran your hand over Jake’s hair, kissing his forehead.

“Welcome home, rockstar,” You whispered.

SAM:

Raising twins was hard. Raising twins on your own was even harder. You had found a much deeper appreciation for the people of the world who raised babies on their own. You knew that your single parenting life was only lasting for a short period of time, but you were so ready for Sam to be home to help with Harrison and Lennon. The three of you had stayed home the whole tour, you were too anxious about flying with two newborns by yourself to wherever Sam was. Even though you knew that you would have help with the babies, you just weren’t ready to go through all that yet.

It had been harder than you thought having Sam away. The first month was fairly easy, since the twins were only about three months old. They slept most of the time, and you had Karen around to help you. Then they started getting older and sleep regression had hit. Then on top of sleep regression, came teething. And on top of teething, came sudden weaning (which had hurt more than you were willing to admit). Now Harrison was standing with support and Lennon was crawling, both of them getting into everything.

The boys had played their last show the other night, and Sam was due to come home today. He told you to not make a big deal out of it, but he should’ve known better than to tell you that. Because you, in fact, were going to make a big deal out of it. You and the twins had survived your first tour. You had gotten through six months of being alone with two Kiszka twins.

You planned on cleaning the house, picking up all the stray toys that were strewn everywhere. Finishing up the mountain of laundry that you had been ignoring for days. You were going to have Harrison and Lennon make a banner that said ‘Welcome Home’ on it. And cooking Sam’s favorite, breakfast for dinner. But that was all thrown out the window when a cry woke you up at 3AM.

“Shh, Harrison,” You tried soothing your ten month old. Somehow both the twins woke up sick. Lennon had thrown up all over the second you picked her up, and Harrison had hardly stopped crying since he woke up. This was the one test that you hadn’t gone through while Sam was on tour: the first flu. Lennon was crying in her pack-in-play, having pulled herself up to stand as you ran around the kitchen trying to make a bottle for her.

“I know, I know,” You sighed, opening up cabinets and looking for the motrin, “You’re just so sad and. . .” You grimaced as you heard the sound of a hiccup followed by a splash, “Your tummy hurts. Mama’s getting you medicine.” You set Harrison down in his high chair, which was hard since he was clinging to your shirt for dear life, “One second baby, gotta help your sister.”

You pulled away from your son, to grab the bottle and syringe of motrin. You measured out the correct dosage of the liquid, before grabbing the now heated bottle and going to Lennon. Avoiding the vomit that was now on the plastic mat of the pack-in-play, you picked her up and placed her on your hip. She squirmed her head around as you tried to give her the medicine.

“C’mon, Lenny, it’ll make you feel better,” You tried convincing her. But if there was one thing about these Kiszka twins, it was that they were smart, “It tastes so yummy, see momma tries,” You putthe syringe on your lip, “Now baby tries!” Lennon shook her head and wailed even louder, if that was possible, “Lennon May, it’s good for you!” She shook her head around again, and you could feel the frustration starting to settle in. You took a deep breath, ready to try and give it to her again when a voice came in from behind you.

“Oh is the baby sad?” Sam’s voice was like a breath of fresh air as you sighed and closed your eyes. You turned to face him, near tears as he walked to you. You handed him Lennon, and he gently squashed her, taking the syringe of motrin from you, “My dear, sweet, girl, you’re so sad. Why? Why is my baby sad?”

“Both of them have a cold,” You said and went to pick up Harrison, “I’m sorry. This isn’t the welcome home you deserve. I had a plan with a clean house, balloons, and a cooked meal cause I know you’ve been eating nothing but-”

“As much as all that sounds great,” Sam said, as he finished giving Lennon her medicine, and set the syringe back down, “I would think something is even more wrong if I came home to a clean house and dinner on the table.”

“But you-”

“But I, nothing,” Sam smiled and looked at you, “If I wanted nice and quiet I would’ve gone to my parents. I want loud and chaos. I want to spend the day with my twins, sick or healthy.”

“But Sam, you-”

“Get to cuddle my babies back to health? Why yes, I do,” Sam said, and kissed Lennon’s cheek. He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips, “This is the best welcome home I could ever have.”

“I’m covered in baby puke and haven’t washed my hair in four days,” You pouted.

“And you look so beautiful. What is a better welcome home than my girl, and my babies? Nothing,” Sam said, and grabbed your hand, “Now come on, I want cuddles and Bluey.”

You giggled and followed him into the living room. You sat down on the couch, each of you holding a twin in your arms, as you grabbed the remote and went to all the recorded episodes of Bluey. You found one that seemed to be the twins favorites and settled in next to your baby daddy, as he sang along to the intro song.

DANNY:

Danny sighed as he walked into the house, quietly kicking off his shoes. It was late when they had gotten in and unloaded equipment from the bus. He had sent you a text not to wait up, that he would probably be home late. He didn’t want to come home after you and Jude went to bed, wanting to spend his first night home from a long tour with you and him. But, he also didn’t want you staying up late past Jude’s bedtime either.

Jude was almost one, and Danny felt like he had missed most of his life already. There were milestones that Danny had missed due to being on the road, or being at the studio. He hated it. You had told him over and over again that it was okay, that Jude wouldn’t even know the difference if Danny was there or not. It still didn’t help Danny feel any better.

The house looked pretty much the same as he had left it a couple weeks ago, but there were a few more toys laying around which was curtesy of Jude Francis. Danny picked up a couple of them, putting them in the basket by the fireplace where you kept them. He found a sticky note on the mantle that said you left him dinner in the microwave.

“Always one step ahead,” Danny whispered, and picked up the note, making sure to place it with the others he kept from you.

He moved around the kitchen quietly as he warmed up the plate of food you had left for him. He smiled at the new picture on the fridge that looked like Jude had drawn at daycare. The front of their fridge had become covered in pictures of Jude and them, pictures Jude had scribbled at daycare, or projects they had him do. Danny cherished every single picture like it was a masterpiece. While Danny was away, you made sure to facetime him as you put the new picture on the fridge and cheered for Jude as you did so.

When Danny was done eating, he walked up the stairs quietly, looking at the various family pictures that littered the walls as he walked to the bedroom. He smiled at your sleeping frame as he moved around in the half lit room, taking off his clothes and putting on something more comfortable. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, throwing his hair up into a bun. He walked over to you, and gently ran his hand over your hair, and leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

You moved slightly at the feeling of his body, and gave him a sleepy smile, “Mm, welcome home, baby.”

“Glad to be home, honey,” Danny whispered and leaned back down to kiss your lips, “How was your day?”

“Good. Jude drew a new picture at daycare.”

“I saw. Might need him to draw my new base drum cover.”

You let out a tired chuckle, “You eat?”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, “Go back to sleep, I’m gonna go check on our boy,” You nodded and Danny kissed your lips once more before he walked down the hallway to his little boy’s room.

His heart felt warm as he walked into the room, and could see his son’s sleeping face, with his thumb tucked into his mouth. Jude was fast asleep on his back, small little sighs leaving his mouth as he slept. Danny crept over to his crib, leaning over it as he watched the little boy sleep soundly. Danny watched his chest rise and fall, still scared that he was going to have a lapse in breathing. Jude had finally grown out of his sleep apnea, but it didn’t stop Danny from still being worried about it.

Danny sighed and leaned his head on his arms, closing them for a second when he heard Jude stir. Danny picked his head up quickly and watched as the little boy moved around, readjusting to get more comfortable, and shifting the soft blanket that covered him. Once Jude was settled back into sleep, a deep sigh leaving his mouth, Danny fixed the baby blanket, slightly tucking him back in. Danny gently patted the back of his head, feeling his soft brown curls, and then leaned in to kiss his head.

“Goodnight, baby,” Danny said, and left the room, to go lay down next to his wife.

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gretavangroupie · 4 months ago

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Recommendations

After countless asks in our inbox, Jules and I have put together a list of some of our favorite fics - the ones we find ourselves reading time and time again. Hopefully there will be a few on here that you haven't read yet and will fall in love with too!

Jake:

Green Eyed Monster - @builtbybrokenbells

Covet - @jakeyt

Le Morte d'Arthur - @joshym

Until This Is Over - @abeautylives

Cream & Sugar - @sacredthefran

Melodic Memories - @builtbybrokenbells

Come Over - @milkgemini

Valence - @gretavanfleetposts

Imperfect Moments - @abeautylives

Disgrace - @gretavanfleetposts

Lost Boys - @tlexx

The Vanishing - @fleet-of-fiction

Amongst The Wildflowers - @jakeysfallingsky

The Lovers - @age-of-greta

Behind Closed Doors - @anthemofgvf

Decorum and Refinement - @gretavanlace

Rotten Apple - @builtbybrokenbells

Pictures of Time - @farfromthehomelands

Capital Vices - @builtbybrokenbells

Anything for You - @themoreyou-love

What Is and What Should Never Be - @devilat-thedoor

Bound - @gvfgal

Best Laid Plans - @writingcold

Josh:

It's Never Over - @builtbybrokenbells

Eternal - @readyforthegarden

Honey - @caravelmp3

Endless Summer - @anthemofgvf

Troubled Mind - @britney-gvf

Trip Around the Sun - @abeautylives

The Sex Scene - @fleet-of-fiction

Sam:

Picasso - @builtbybrokenbells

The Moon - @age-of-greta

Karma Sutra - @obetrolncocktails

Pink Lemonade - @garbagevanfleet

Daniel:

Belladonna - @builtbybrokenbells

Emerald Green - @hearts-hunger

Too Late to Go Back - @stardustndreamsofsilver

Four Weddings and A Funeral - @hearts-hunger

Guilty Pleasures - @builtbybrokenbells

Illicit Affairs - @aflame4goinghome

Forbidden Twins:

Cruel Summer - @sacredstarcatcher

Gold Dust Woman - @builtbybrokenbells

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years ago

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Travelers In Time

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: A morning shower with Josh brings back steamy memories of the night before

Warnings: Unprotected sex and all that comes with it.

Word Count: 5.3k

You woke up in the morning to the sun creeping through the windows and Josh’s sleeping body resting next to you. You rubbed your face, stretched out your legs, and sat up on your elbow to take a good look at him.

He was in what seemed to be a deep sleep. He was laying on his back with his face turned toward you. His lips were parted ever so slightly and they were just a bit swollen. His cheeks had a hint of pink spread across them the same way they would if he had gotten a bit of sun on a summer day. His hair was wild. The sides of his head were shaved down and clean but the curls that once took up his head had turned into loose waves as it grew longer and throughout the night they had twisted and tangled themselves in every direction.

He looked absolutely fucked out. And he should.

You and Josh had the best sex of your lives last night.

It was rough and needy with pockets of sweet and loving moments. It was goodbye sex. He was going to be leaving for the next few weeks and you couldn’t go with him.

He gave you all he had and you did the same for him, knowing the memories of each other would have to last the next few weeks until he would return home again.

After a few minutes of admiring his sleeping state, you scooted over to him and reached for him under the covers.

You ran your hand over his stomach and rubbed on it lightly, feeling the grooves of his ab muscles under your fingertips.

With the contact, he took in a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open. He let out a breathy groan and stretched his body out. His lips parted into a lazy smile and he mumbled, “G’Morning.”

His voice was as smooth as velvet but as deep and rough as tires rolling along a gravel road.

“Morning,” you replied in a whisper as you leaned closer and kissed the side of his mouth.

He rolled over onto his side and held you close to him. Your hand traveled around to his back and he nestled his head into the crook of your neck.

“‘M gonna take a shower. You wanna come?” he mumbled into your ear between a few light kisses.

“Mhm,” you replied, “in five minutes.”

You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and continued cuddling him for a few more minutes, savoring the moments with him.

“Five minutes, Mama!” Josh called from the other room as you laid in bed waiting for him.

You had nothing on but one of his old T-shirts and a black lace lingerie set underneath.

It was an old faded green T-Shirt from Big Bear Lake that he never wore anymore. For years, it’s home was the back of his bottom dresser drawer but you dug it up one day and claimed it as yours ever since. You loved how soft and stretched out it was from how he wore it out throughout the years. You also loved how in its stretched out state, it fit you perfectly and rested just under your butt.

You sighed, rolled over onto your stomach, lifted your feet up in the air, and crossed your legs at your ankles, letting the shirt slide up just over your ass.

You grabbed your phone and began scrolling mindlessly while you waited for him.

Like clockwork, in five minutes, you heard the bedroom door close and turned your head to see Josh at the foot of the bed, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

He was looking down at you like you were his next meal. His eyes were filled with love, lust, and everything wonderful yet sinful.

“What took you so lon-” you began as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you down the bed, closer to him.

Your body flipped over with his pull and he threw himself on top of you.

His body pressed into yours and his hand snuck up your side, lifting the shirt up over your hip ever so slightly.

“Had to finish some things up. I’m all yours now,” he said as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the lips.

He puckered his lips out and yours wrapped around his perfectly. You held onto him for a moment before breaking the kiss so he could sit up and take his shirt off.

The sound of Josh’s whispering brought you back to reality as he sat up and peeled the sheets off of him.

“Hey,” he said softly, “Come on,”

He gave your body a couple pats above the blankets as he slid out of bed, stepped into his boxers from the night before, and walked into the bathroom.

You grabbed the previously disregarded t-shirt from the floor just below you, threw it on, and followed him.

As you brushed your teeth, you watched Josh’s reflection in the mirror.

In nothing but a pair of gray boxer briefs, he opened up the glass door and reached into the shower to turn the water on.

Steam filled the shower and the smell of eucalyptus from the leaves on the shower head filled the air as the vapor lifted through the air and spilled out into the rest of the bathroom.

He stuck his hand under the running water to check the temperature and pulled it out once he was satisfied. He shook it out to air dry his fingers and droplets of hot water flew through the air as he walked over to you.

He grabbed you from behind and snaked his hands around your back and onto your stomach. He rested his chin on your shoulder and looked at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.

He kissed your cheek a few times and the hairs on his face tickled you and made you giggle.

When you finished brushing your teeth, Josh spun you around to face him, pulling you in by the small of your back.

Your eyes traveled from his face, to his neck, and they grew wide when you took sight of his chest for the first time that morning. It was covered in red and purple marks.

You brought your hands up to his chest and ran your fingers over the bruises you were responsible for.

He winced and sucked in a hiss as your hand brushed over the particularly sensitive spots.

“Don’t leave marks, Mama. I have shows in a few days,” he groaned.

“Mmm, I don’t care,” you said as you continued littering his chest with bites and nibbles, watching pink and red patches appear on the surface of his skin.

“Fuck, you’re gonna get me in trouble,” he laughed.

“Just don’t wear the white suit. Wear the gold one and zip it up,” you said in between kisses and bites.

He let out sighs as you ran your tongue flat over the places you worked harder on, in an attempt to soothe them.

“Remind me to ask Jenn to pack that one,” he giggled.

“Mhm,” you said with your mouth attached to his collarbone.

Lightly, you ran your index finger over his collarbone, tracing where your mouth had been just eight hours ago.

“Sorry, Baby,” you whispered as you continued to examine his chest.

“Don’t be,” he said.

He brought his hand up to your neck and you felt instant pain the second he pressed his finger to it.

“You got a couple too,” he laughed as he slid past you and grabbed his toothbrush from the holder on the countertop.

He smiled at you with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as you took a good look at yourself in the mirror. You tilted your head back and pushed your hair out of the way to see some red and purple patches of your own.

You looked at him in the mirror and he smiled a full smile at you with toothpaste oozing out of his mouth.

You gave his butt a smack as you walked away from him and headed to the shower.

You lifted the shirt off your body and you watched him through the reflection of the glass door.

He watched you take the shirt off and throw it into the hamper by the door. He stopped brushing his teeth momentarily as his eyes scanned your body up and down.

When you turned your head to look at him, he looked away and continued brushing his teeth in an attempt to hide the fact that he’d been watching you the entire time.

He lifted the t-shirt up over your head and looked down at your body underneath him.

“Mmm, you know what the all black does to me,” he said as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes.

There was something about the all black set you wore that brought out something different in Josh.

Maybe it was the cut of it. Maybe it was the lace or the sheer mesh. Or maybe it was the fact that he bought it specifically for you to wear on his birthday last year and that was the best sex the two of you had had up until this point.

Whatever it was, anytime he saw it on you, he knew it would be a time to remember.

You grabbed the back of his neck as he hovered over you. He leaned down and kissed you deeply. You returned the kiss and held onto it for a few moments before breaking it and looking deep into his eyes.

“Josh,” you whispered, “Will you make love to me?”

His eyes softened and his mouth parted into a sweet smile.

“Of course. I’m gonna love you so good,” he said as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips.

He raised his finger to your face and lightly grazed the side of your cheek with his knuckle.

“But when I’m done loving you… I’m gonna fuck you.”

At the word “fuck” he pushed his hips down into yours as you sucked in a gasp.

“Is that alright with you?” he asked with his voice turning sweet yet condescending.

His eyes were dark. His jaw was clenched. The shadows that casted from the only light in the room made his features look extra sharp.

“Perfect,” you whispered.

The temperature of the water was perfect. You stepped into the shower and let the hot water run all over you for a few minutes until Josh slid open the door and joined you.

You switched spots with him and let the water cover his body. You watched the water drip from the tip of his nose down over his mouth, getting his face fully wet.

The water weighed his hair down and darkened it a bit. His now straight hair fell against the sides of his head and his forehead in every direction.

You grabbed the shampoo from the rack, squeezed some out into your hands, and rubbed them together until they were sudsy. You brought your hands to his head and massaged the product into it, watching bubbles take over his head.

You scratched his scalp with your finger tips and ran your hands over the shaved sides of his head. The short hairs pricked your fingers and palms as you massaged his head.

He closed his eyes and a tiny closed mouth smile spread across his face as soapy drips of water started to fall past his forehead and drip down to his eyes.

Josh was in deep concentration. His eyes were closed and his mouth was alternating between sucking on your clit and lapping and slurping up the combination of his own saliva and your wetness.

The short hairs on the side of his head scratched the insides of your thighs as he moved his head in every direction.

His mustache and beard tickled your sensitive areas with every purse of his lips and movement of his jaw.

You had your hands buried deep in his hair, pushing his face closer to your center to add more pressure.

He moaned into you and the vibration from his voice sent you over the edge.

Your back arched and you pushed his face closer towards your center as orgasm after orgasm ripped through you.

You pulled at his hair in an attempt to physically take hold of something. Your fingers flexed and tangled his loose curls up into each other.

Josh was used to hair pulling with you and normally, he stopped after one. He would push it with two sometimes. But this time, he wasn’t stopping.

You called his name at least five times, all of which went unheard. You pulled harder on his hair, but all he did was moan at the feeling, causing the beginnings of overstimulation for you.

He was in his own world and he had no intention of coming back down.

You grabbed a handful of his hair from the top of his head and yanked on it one final time, causing his head to fly back.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you.

His face was full of shock. The area around his mouth glistened with the mixture of the two of you on his lips and face. The hairs of his mustache were shiny and coated with your arousal. His wet lips parted into an O shape.

“What?” he asked.

“You done?” you laughed.

He broke into a smile, realizing he got carried away.

“Sorry,” he laughed, “I got a little… lost I guess.”

He crawled back up to you and you brought your palm to his mouth to wipe him clean.

You wiped your hands over his face and wiped all the bubbles away. He opened his eyes and tipped his head back to rinse off.

You switched places with him and fully submerged yourself in the stream of water as he grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf and squeezed more into his hands.

“Turn around,” he said as he rubbed his hands together.

You did as he said and within seconds, his hands found your hair and started massaging shampoo into it. He dug his fingers into your scalp and moved them in little circular motions.

You sighed as he applied the perfect amount of pressure to your scalp. His fingers felt amazing and he moved them expertly.

Josh lathered the shampoo into your roots and ran his hands through your hair to disperse it further.

“That’s it, Mama. Just like that,” he said, looking down at you through half hooded eyes.

His hand tangled into the roots of your hair at the back of your head and moved your head expertly up and down on his dick to guide you.

He broke eye contact to throw his head back onto the pillow underneath him in pleasure.

You closed your eyes and worked with him, letting him set the pace.

You suctioned your mouth around his cock and swirled your tongue around it as he bobbed your head up and down, pulling at the roots of your hair each time he pulled you up. You liked it, that little sting of pain.

Josh was a mess underneath you. He gasped and whimpered every time you licked, sucked, and swallowed around him.

He pushed your head down further to get more of what he wanted and a sudden gag from your mouth had him yank you up by the hair quickly.

You opened your now tear filled eyes to see a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked nervously.

His eyes were full of concern.

“Yeah,” you said as you caught your breath and sat up on your knees.

“I’m sorry. Come here,” he whispered.

You crawled over to him and he wiped away your tears and the mess around your mouth.

You sat on his lap and he brought his hands up to cup your jaw.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips.

“I know, it’s okay. I liked it,” you said as you bit your bottom lip and smiled at him.

His eyes widened and his concerned expression faded as his lips formed a full toothed smile.

He grabbed your hair again, this time pushing it back off your face gently and combing his fingers through it.

You opened your eyes to the feeling of Josh's hands combing through your hair as he rinsed all the excess shampoo out of it.

You heard him pop open the conditioner bottle and felt his hands on the ends of your hair, gently combing through the ends and covering them with it.

You turned around as he rubbed the rest of the conditioner that was in his palms, through his own hair.

You reached up and grabbed his hands to slow him down and get the ends of his hair properly.

Your fingers slid against his as you worked the conditioner through the ends of his hair and down the sides of his head.

He brought his hands down, with yours on top of his and he reached out to hold your jaw in the palms of his hands.

You grabbed onto his wrists and rubbed on them with your thumbs as the water fell in between your faces. You stood there for a moment just looking at him, taking the sight of him in.

You started intently at Josh as he hovered above you and placed one hand beside your head while the other held onto his dick, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?” he whispered.

You reached up to grab his wrist and nodded.

With your permission, he slowly eased himself into you. He looked down to see what he was doing and then looked back into your eyes the second he slid the tip in.

You watched his eyes widen slightly at the feeling.

His mouth opened and he breathed in and out shakily as he bottomed out before sliding out again and repeating the actions.

He started slow and soft, giving you kisses on the mouth as well as along your jaw and on your neck as you reached for his back and rubbed it up and down.

You reached behind him and grabbed the bar of soap off the shelf and one of the two fresh washcloths that were hanging on the wall.

You handed the washcloth to him and he spread it out in his palm, letting the water from the showerhead get it nice and wet.

You rubbed the soap into it, getting a good lather in the washcloth. You placed the soap back on the shelf and Josh brought the sudsy washcloth to your neck.

He rubbed up and down your neck and shoulders, careful not to push too hard on any of the bruises he left behind.

This wasn’t normally anything Josh paid too much mind to. But that time, he was extra careful with you.

Josh continued down to your chest, rubbing the washcloth in circular motions.

His lips parted into a small smile and his tongue traced over his bottom lip as he watched the soap bubble up on your tits.

You reached up to his chin and lifted it up so his eyes met yours again.

You grabbed on the hairs on his chin and moved his head around gently. His pupils grew wide and wild as a full smile spread across his face.

“Eyes up here, Perv,” you joked.

“Can’t help it,” he said while you were still in control of his chin.

You let him go and he squinted his eyes and bit the inside of his mouth. He moved the washcloth around to your back and pulled you close to him.

With big motions, he ran it up and down the length of your back and slid it down over your butt. With one hand covered in the wash cloth, and the other bare, he grabbed onto the backs of your legs and rubbed up and down on them.

“Fuck, Josh,” you breathed out as he grabbed your leg, bent it at your knee, and hiked it up. He pushed down on the back of your thigh where your leg met your ass and thrusted into you- slow but with purpose.

With the new angle, he was able to go deeper and hit exactly where you needed him to.

You felt the head of his dick brush against your g-spot with every thrust, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“There,” you whined, “Right there.”

He leaned down and kissed you, your moans disappearing into his mouth. He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly to speak.

“Come on, Mama, it’s all you. Touch yourself for me,” he groaned as his hand continued pushing down on your leg.

You reached down and began swirling circles on your clit with one hand while your other hand had a strong grip on Josh’s hair at the base of his head.

The combination of his mouth on yours, his breath on your skin, his dick inside you, and your fingers working their own magic instantly sent you into feelings of ecstasy.

You closed your eyes, tipped your head back, and let your orgasm wash over you while he continued with his movements to keep it going for as long as possible.

You opened your eyes back up as your orgasm faded and he stilled his movements, giving both of you a break.

“So pretty when you cum,” he whispered as his hand that was once on your leg, came up to your forehead and lightly brushed your hair out of your face.

You reached your hand back up and interlocked his fingers with yours.

He let go of your leg and brought your hand up to his lips. He kissed your knuckles before leaning down to kiss you gently on the lips.

Josh released his grip on your legs and handed you the washcloth for you to finish yourself up. You got all the places he didn’t while he grabbed a washcloth for himself and added soap to it.

He held it out for you and you took it from him.

You brought it up to his neck and started rubbing circles into his skin. He was watching you intently with the tiniest closed mouth smile spread across his face. You could tell he liked this treatment.

You got his neck good and he closed his eyes and shut them tight in anticipation as you began lowering the washcloth to his chest.

You gave his chest a few gentle swipes, careful not to irritate the already beat up skin.

As you moved from his chest to his shoulders, he opened his eyes back up to meet yours.

You ran the washcloth down his arm and gave his bicep a squeeze on your way down to his hand, making both of you giggle.

You repeated the action to his other arm and watched the bubbles left over from his chest drip down over his stomach.

The trail of bubbles ran over the ridges of his abs and ran down the rest of his torso, gathering in the hair covering his lower stomach and groin.

You reached your hand out to his stomach and traced his ab muscles with your fingers. With the contact, his muscles tightened and you looked up at him to see him looking down at your hand and biting his bottom lip.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” he choked out as you grinded your hips down on top of him, meeting his thrusts halfway. He tucked his lip into his mouth and bit down hard on it, fighting every urge to release himself.

You rested your hands on his stomach for support and felt his muscles tighten with every upward motion of his hips.

His hands held onto your hips and he dug his fingertips into your skin.

“Doing what?” you asked, playing dumb, and giving him another roll of your hips.

“That. FUCK!” he said loudly as he lifted you off him and practically threw you down onto the bed next to him.

He sat up on his knees, moved you into the spot he once occupied, and gave his dick a few pumps.

You opened up your legs for him and he settled himself back into you.

“You have to play fair, Mama,” he warned, “ I told you I was gonna fuck you. Now let me.”

Your hands found his back and you dug your nails into his skin as he fucked you exactly as he said he would; fast, needy, and rough.

You lifted your leg up once again, this time letting it wrap around Josh’s back. You dug your heel into his lower back, pulling him closer to you and pushing him deeper inside you as he continued driving into you harder than he ever had before.

With every thrust, his body pushed yours further up the mattress until you could feel the headboard against the top of your head.

His face was buried in your neck and you felt the sweat from his face transfer onto your skin.

“Fuck, I’m there, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck.

“Come on, cum for me, Baby,” you cooed.

You grabbed the hair at the base of his neck and lifted his head up so his eyes met yours.

His eyes were tired and they were begging you to let him cum.

You placed your lips on his and instantly, his lips parted and he let a moan into your mouth. He tipped his head back slightly and you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head as his own orgasm washed over him.

He fucked you through it and slowed his movements as he came to completion.

He pulled out of you slowly and the two of you looked down at the beginnings of a mess between your legs. His eyes met yours again and he leaned down to kiss you again before leaving the bed to get a washcloth.

He looked back up at you and took the washcloth in his hand. He scrubbed under his arms, and bent down to get the rest of his body.

He held onto the shower wall and lifted his foot up to wash it.

“Gotta keep the money maker’s clean,” he joked.

“Freak,” you laughed as you tilted your head back and rinsed the conditioner out of your hair.

You looked back at him as he rinsed the soap out of the washcloth and rung it out, letting the excess water splash onto the shower floor.

You heard Josh turn the sink off and he came out of the bathroom with a damp washcloth, holding one hand underneath it so it didn’t drip onto the floor.

He sat down in bed next to you and moved your legs to open them up.

He reached down to wipe you clean. You gasped at the contact to the now sensitive area.

“Sorry,” he whispered as he softened his touch, “Better?”

You nodded and watched his face as he worked. His expression was calm. His eyes were soft. He stuck his tongue between his lips in concentration as he made sure he got it all.

You reached your hand down to his and guided him.

“There,” he whispered as he pulled away with you now all cleaned up.

You and Josh both got one last rinse of your bodies before you turned the water off.

Josh opened the shower door, stepped out, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He held another one out for you and let you walk into it.

He wrapped it around you and rubbed his hands up and down your arms to warm you up.

You both dried off and got dressed in comfy clothes.

He threw on another white t-shirt and light gray sweatpants and gave himself a look in the mirror as you combed your hair.

You turned to him and sprayed some leave-in conditioner into your palms and raked it through his hair. You swirled his hair with your fingers to bring his curls back to life with the product.

Josh laid down next to you on his back after discarding the towel and you cuddled yourself into his side. You reached your hand up to play with the hair at the top of his head and you used the sweat in his hair to make little ringlets of curls with your fingers.

“That was good, hm?” he said in a tired voice.

“Mhm,” you nodded as you lifted your chin up to kiss him.

He kissed you slow and soft. His hand wrapped around your neck and his thumb rubbed against your jawline lightly and lazily.

“Love you,” he said.

“Love you too,” you replied as you lowered your hand and placed your head down on his chest where you fell asleep for the night.

You ran your hands down to his chest and gave him a peck before he turned around on his heels and left your bedroom.

You finished getting ready for the day, threw in a load of laundry and made your way out to the living area to see Josh in the kitchen cooking over the stove.

As you walked towards the kitchen, your heart broke at the sight of his suitcase packed and ready to go by the front door.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said as he plated the food and walked over to you, handing you a plate and setting his own down on the island.

The two of you ate and enjoyed what was left of the day together. You watched TV and continued the laundry as he did some last minute packing.

He was in the bathroom when the dryer chimed, signaling the clothes in there were ready to be taken out.

You pulled out the clothes, put them into a fresh laundry basket, and dumped them out on the bed that you’d be sleeping in alone tonight. Amongst the pile of dark jeans, underwear, and shirts- you spotted the green Big Bear Lake t-shirt and pulled it out.

You held it up and smiled bittersweetly to yourself before folding it and placing it back down on the bed to begin a pile. You grabbed another one of Josh’s shirts and began folding it when you paused and looked down at the green shirt again.

You picked up the shirt and walked over to your dresser. You sprayed a hint of your perfume on it, left your bedroom, and headed towards Josh's suitcases by the front door. You opened the zipper of one of the bags and carefully laid the shirt over his already packed clothes. You zipped the suitcase back up and looked over your shoulder to see him standing in the living room with his phone in his hand.

“My Uber will be here in five minutes,” he sighed.

“Five minutes?” you said, walking over to him and pulling him close.

He nodded, closed his eyes, pulled you closer to him, and kissed your cheek.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, savoring his last few moments with you, and replaying the morning you spent together in his head just as you replayed last night in yours.

Songs:

The Black Keys: Wild Child

Jonas Brothers: Five More Minutes

Author’s Note: Thanks to Emmy and Erica- the two most psychotic, insufferable, and annoying Josh laners I know. I love you both deeply. I hope I did your man well.

Thanks to (Josh lane) Stef for the edits and advice. Love you, Mama.

Also, this is my first smut so be nice. I made it subtle, not full blown smut. Sorry if you wanted more. Let me know all your thoughts and reactions in my ask or the replies.

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gretavanlace · 5 months ago

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Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating, oral sex (m rec), illusions to oral sex (fem rec), fingering, etc.

Inspired by this delicious ask and blurb that was sent to me ages ago. I promised I’d get to this one, and I did, I’m just sorry it took me so long. Forgive me 💕

Loosely edited, but what else is new?

“Get fucked, Josh.” Jake barks with such venom your head snaps in his direction. He rarely speaks unkindly, even if it is only his twin brother, who will love him anyway, on the receiving end.

For his part in the exchange, Josh merely smooths a nonexistent wrinkle in his shirt with an airy chuckle. “Maybe you should take your own advice, brother. Seems like you need to get laid. Awful testy, darling.”

He means it as a joke. A laugh to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, it doesn’t land and you watch on in shocked silence as Jake slaps his glass of whiskey down on the coffee table before him, and then stalks from the room without a word - his absence solidified by the sharp slam of his bedroom door.

”You shouldn’t have said that,” your admonishment is quiet, issued tepidly while you stare down into your glass of wine. You feel intrusive, yes, but you feel worse for Jake, and that wins out.

”I know,” he agrees with the decency to at least sound repentant, “But I didn’t mean it that way. And besides, it's been months. He just needs to get on with it.”

”He loved her.” Your standpoint certainly doesn’t come from a place of loyalty to Jake’s ex - you loathed her, but instead, for Jake and his clearly wounded heart.

”He didn’t love her,” Josh corrects, and likely rightly so “He loved the idea of her. There’s a big fucking difference.”

Perhaps you shouldn’t insert yourself, but you’ve never been great about biting your tongue. ”Maybe give him some time to figure that out for himself, then.”

Josh rises with a smile that tells you your candor hasn’t ruffled his feathers. It’s so difficult to rile him up that it often feels like some twisted challenge, “Don’t you ever get tired of being right all the time? Seems exhausting to me. You should try being a fuck up…I could give you lessons.”

He drops a kiss upon the crown of your head and trips off to place his glass in the sink. “I seem to have worn out my welcome here at Jacob’s Tavern on the Green. You want a ride? I only had the one.”

”No,” you wave him off and nip at your glass, “I might just crash on the couch. The A/C’s out at my place again.”

”Alright, then,” he shrugs on his jacket and pats at his hair as if he’s prepping for a night out rather than the quick drive home, “Don’t poke the bear though, doll face. I’d like to keep you unscathed. Kinda like you.”

”That’s funny,” you deadpan, “Because I can’t stand you.”

He wrinkles his nose, offers a quick wink, and then out the front door he slips.

The couch remains your lighthouse for a time, but everyone knows Josh gives terrible advice, so if he has warned against poking the bear, that’s obviously exactly what you should do.

That’s what you tell yourself, at least, just before knocking softly on his bedroom door. “Jake?”

Your call is met with silence, but just before you turn to leave, feeling dejected and meddlesome, the door cracks open to reveal him, now barefoot and shirtless…a pair of sweats resting so low on his hips your mind wanders into dangerous territory “What’s up? Bored of my idiot brother already?”

He’s presenting a brave face, but you can see the anguish in his eyes, and also, something else that you can’t quite place.

”He left, actually.” Why do you suddenly feel so stupid? “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seem…I don’t know, on edge?”

He reaches out and gives your arm a friendly squeeze, “I’m alright, sweetheart. He just dances on my last nerve, that’s all.”

And while that’s not a total lie, you also know there’s a lot more to it, so you gently push him along. “You sure, Jake? You can talk to me, you know? I’ve been there, I understand how hard it is to miss someone you shouldn’t.”

Searching your face for something you can’t identify, he lets a stretch of quiet carry on a beat too long, before finally shaking his head, holding the door open a little wider in wordless invitation.

Once you’re perched awkwardly at the foot of his bed, hands clasped and ankles crossed, he speaks up “I don’t miss her, necessarily. It’s just hard. Especially the way it ended. I just…”

God, he looks so small and walled off. “You just what?”

Slumping onto the bed beside you, he sighs “I just wish it had ended differently.”

”It never ends well,” you flop down as well, and stare up at the ceiling as though constellations might appear to dazzle you. “Everyone always hates the ending. Doesn’t make it any easier, though.”

”Do you miss her?” He asks, staring up at that bright, blank white just as you are.

What an absurd question. Why should he care? And were you really that great at pretending to like her to spare his feelings?

The moment seems to scream for honesty, so you hand it over. “No, I don’t. I never cared much for her to begin with, and then she…” you falter and search for a kind way to describe it, “and then she did what she did to you, and I— no, I don’t miss her at all.”

”It’s alright to just say it. She cheated on me.” He laughs a little. “Fuck, how pathetic does that sound?”

Rolling to your side to face him, you blink away his self deprecation, “It isn’t pathetic, Jake. Not on your end, anyway.”

��I suppose I just wonder what I did or didn’t do, you know?” He chuckles quietly to mask his vulnerability, “What did he do that I didn’t? Why wasn’t I enough?”

“I don’t think that’s really how it works,” you assure him, turning to stare up at his ceiling once again, but now reaching for his hand. “Besides, I can’t imagine you not being enough.”

He returns your encouraging squeeze and makes a half-whispered joke, a verbal mask to hide behind. “Maybe I just wasn’t good enough in bed. I swear I know where everything is, and where things go…mostly.”

”Shut up,” you laugh softly so as not to disturb the calm that has settled. “I have zero doubts about your abilities, Jake Kiszka, in bed or otherwise.”

Now, he is the one rolling to his side to face you. “And what does that mean?”

”I don’t know,” you shrug, suddenly feeling extremely on display. “It’s just…well, in my experience, men like you don’t often disappoint in that department.”

”Men like me?” You have perked his interest and plucked at that mildly conceited chord that lives within him. “And what type of man am I exactly, sweetheart?”

”I’m not going to stroke your ego, Jacob. Though if you’d like to do it yourself, I’d be happy to leave the room.”

He laughs at that, “If I planned on stroking something you’d leave the room? Another devastating blow to my pride.”

You groan in mock exasperation at his tactless humor, earning another chuckle from him. You love the sound of his laugh, and you love being the one to make him laugh even more.

”It’s not like it would matter anyway.” He sighs, nuzzling against his duvet to get comfortable. “Stroking something, I mean.”

”Jake!” Your head whips to meet his scandalous gaze.

”Oh, grow up.” He grins, eyes flashing with mischief, but still something else that you can’t place.

He’s right. You promised him he could talk to you, so you shake it off and start anew. “What do you mean?”

”I just…can’t…” he pauses, searching for his resolve. “Not since she left.”

You’re shocked, and unfortunately, not hiding it well. “You haven’t had sex since then?”

It doesn’t seem possible. He’s gorgeous and charming, charismatic and dripping sex. Women crawl for him everywhere you go.

“I haven’t done anything since she left.” He corrects, dodging your stare. “I can’t. No matter what I do. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Every time I get anywhere near I—“

He abruptly cuts himself off, “I’m sorry. This isn’t cool. I shouldn’t be telling you this. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“No,” the last thing you want him to do is shut down. “It’s okay. Talk to me.”

He closes himself off again with a clipped shake of his head ”You don’t want to hear this shit.”

Alright, that’s it, he can’t have it his way. He can fight you tooth and nail, but you’re going to march on anyway and drag him along, kicking and screaming.

“So you haven't gotten off since the split?” You ask as if it’s no big deal…and maybe it isn’t.

“Jesus, babe…” he teases, “such a mouth on you.”

Interesting choice of words, Jacob.

”It’s just surprising to me, that’s all.” It’s a leading comment, and you damn well know it.

”Why?”

”Because you’re you, Jake.” Now you’ve spun to face him again as well. “You just walk around like living, breathing sex all the time. And you’re also a liar with your ‘mostly’ bullshit. You know where everything goes and then some. I can tell.”

”You sound terribly sure of your analysis, sweetheart.” His voice has grown quiet and it makes you long to squeeze your thighs together.

“Am I wrong?” Oh, you seem to have grown quiet as well. When did that happen? “Because I don’t think I am.”

He ignores your question, “Living, breathing sex, huh?”

”Again, I can leave the room if you’d like to sing your own praises.”

His fingers reach up to smooth an errant lock of hair away from your forehead, “You are the one singing my praises. I’m simply enjoying the attention.”

You’re further hushed at his touch ”You’re a smug little shit, you know that?”

“Yes,” he nods, “I do know that…it’s just been a bit since I could remember why.”

You want this. You want this so badly you might even be inclined to beg for it. Instead, you seize the opportunity with feigned confidence. “I could help you. If you wanted.”

His fingers are still caressing your forehead, lulling you so softly, “Help me how?”

”I don’t know,” you’re toying with the chain around his neck now, avoiding his eyes, “I could…try.”

”Try what?” There’s a smirk ghosting at the corner of his beautiful mouth, and it betrays his intentions. He knows exactly what you mean. He just wants you to say it.

Now or never. “I could get you off. If it would help. I mean, I’d like to…I want to help.”

The strong column of his throat bobs as he swallows hard, and then there is his nose, nuzzling against yours, the closest to his kiss that you have ever been ”You want to make me cum?”

The way he speaks of it, as if you two have been here a thousand times together before, is so sexy your head is suddenly spinning.

You offer a tiny nod and then hurry on before you lose your nerve, “You could just lie here and I could…”

Every ounce of confidence seeps from your bones when his eyes, cinnamon sugar and blown wild with lust, catch your own.

”You could what?” He presses the gentlest kiss against your cheek.

”I could use my mouth…I…” fuck, you can hardly breathe, and the room feels too small, crowded up with tension and long repressed desire.

A needy, hungry groan rumbles out of his chest as he pulls you a little closer. “You would do that for me?”

”Of course I would.”

His eyes are on your lips now, agonized and desperate. “Have you thought about it before, or do you just feel sorry for me?”

He knows the answer. There’s that smugness you spoke of.

”I think about it all the time.” You whisper honestly. “Do you?”

”No.” his hands fist into your hair. “I don’t think about my cock in your mouth,” oh god, the way those words tumble off of his pretty tongue, dripping saccharine but so dark “but I do think about my face between your thighs…how you’d sound. How you would taste. How you might rock your hips against me when I got you close.”

In response, you’re on your knees before him in a breath, fingers curled into the waistband of his sweats, imploring him with your gaze for permission.

He nods with a hitching inhale and that’s all the confirmation you need. Pulling them down, there it is. Stunning and achingly hard, thick and pulsing for you. As breathtaking as an obscene symphony. He looks so ready, leaking opalescent droplets into the soft dusting of hair below his belly button. You doubt you’ve ever wanted anything more.

The flat of your tongue runs warm and wet from base to tip, nudging harder at that special spot just below his velvety head. How did you know? He wonders as he twitches against your kiss.

After such a long stretch of fighting to get off, he’s now frightened he just might embarrass himself and cover your lovely face before you’ve even had a chance to suck him in.

But suck him in you do, without warning, and so deeply he can feel the silken back of your throat. Lurching forward, curling in on himself against the pleasure, he chokes out a humiliating sound and grabs at you…one hand tangled in your hair, the other clutched around the nape of your neck. “Oh my god, baby, please…”

You nod your understanding and swallow around him, sweeping your tongue back and forth. He sounds blissful but pushes you away without warning. “M’gonna cum,” he murmurs through his panting breaths, “just give me a second.”

How has he gotten here so quickly? It’s horribly humbling, but he wants it so badly his heart is resting in his throat, thrumming savagely, pulse-points pounding a fierce and uncontrollable beat.

”That’s the fucking point, Jake,” you fist at his wet cock and drink him back down once before pulling back, “You need it, I can feel it. Cum in my mouth. Please?”

Your please, so sweet and innocent while asking for something so filthy, snatches a growl out of him that flushes you with unbearable heat.

Both of his palms find either side of your head tentatively, “Can I stand?”

You nod eagerly around him, and then gaze up at his face once he is hovered above you like a deity soaked in depravity. There is a pink blush painted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks that makes you feel as soft as warm cotton.

“I want to use your mouth,” he hushes, “Is that alright?”

Again, you merely nod with your mouth stuffed full of him.

”You give me a little shove if you want to stop…” he coddles your cheek, and speaks like a lullaby as you blink up at him in consent.

When he drives inside of you, it is a vicious invasion, but one that you’d plead for over and over again. He is buried so deeply inside your throat you can scarcely breathe, but the threading of his brow and the steady moans dripping from his lips are all you’ve ever wanted.

He’s twitching already against your tongue, slipping deeper into you until you’re fighting a gag that only wrecks him further.

One, two, three, thrusts and he is reduced to whimpers, “Shit, oh god, please, I need it. I need it so bad. I need to—“ a pained grunt, through gritted teeth, interrupts his babbling, “I’m cumming, sweetheart…”

The taste of his release dances across your taste buds as you struggle to swallow him down.

He is shuddering and cursing above you, holding you still as he shakes his head violently in apology, “I’m sorry…” his voice is but a phantom of itself, “It’s too much, I shouldn’t have…not in your mouth…oh fuck, fuck…”

And you’d tell him if you could, that it is a privilege…his offering, a gift. Instead, you allow every drop to roll down your throat as you suckle gently for more until he is shivering in overstimulation.

Finally, you allow his cock to slip from your mouth as his thumbs sweep over your cheekbones. “I— goddamn…thank you, sweetheart. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

”You’re welcome, Jake…” your thumbs find their own place to sweep against - his thighs. “Thank you.”

His lips part to protest, but pull back into a snarling hiss when you wrap your hand around his length “You’re still hard.”

He looks half-bashful, “I’d say it’s been a while, but I think it’s just you.”

”Yeah?” You rise from your knees and nip at his chin, “Have I made you hard before?”

”Does someone have a bit of a praise kink?” His grip sinks into the dips of your hips beneath your shirt, “Do you like knowing you’ve made my dick ache?”

”Maybe,” you shimmy your shoulders nonchalantly, “or maybe I’m just a cock tease.”

”Get on the bed.” He demands, in lieu of an actual retort, while tugging at the button and zipper of your jeans. “Everything off. You may lay however you’d like, but I want that pussy on display for me…let me see her.”

You may? Well…there’s that bit of dominance you had imagined hidden away inside of him more times than you care to admit

Dropping down on the bed, completely bared to him for the first time, you close your eyes against his appreciative scrutiny, “You’re fucking perfect,” his words are nearly vibrating, “Stay just like that and let me look at you.”

Demurely, you do as he says.

”Legs a little wider, babe…lemme see that sugary little cunt,” oh, he’s deliciously dirty.

”Hi, pretty girl,” he coos when your knees press against the sheets.

”Hi.” You murmur back softly.

He ever so gently waves you off, “Not talking to you, sweetheart. Mind your own business.”

Your cheek kisses linen as you nestle your face into the bed, content to allow him to have his private moment with your pussy. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he gets

His fingertips are there now, curling so lightly over your swollen clit, pretending like they just might nudge inside you now and then, until you’re writhing with want. “Please, Jake…” a tremulous, tiny mewl escapes you. A vexing little sound that heats your face and betrays your need.

His eyebrows quirk upward, “Inside?”

”Inside.” You nod earnestly.

Without warning, you’re filled with his middle and ring fingers. They search along your walls as his gaze clocks your expression until you cry out. “Right there, baby?” He pouts, mocking your whine. “Is that the spot?”

”Faster,” the blood in your veins is rushing at a feverish pitch, the taste of his cum still lingering on your tongue has broken you wide open.

“No,” he shushes, the soft pad of his thumb nudging at your clit “Nice and slow, sweetheart. Relax for me.”

You do your best and fill your lungs to the brim with air that smells of sex and him before releasing it slowly.

“Good girl, baby.” He praises, fucking you gingerly with his hand as if this is all either of you will ever do for the rest of your days…no rush. “When you cum, can this pretty princess make a mess?”

”Hmm?” You’re a million miles away, drifting through his sea, you’ve barely registered him speaking to you.

“If I make you cum,” he clarifies, pressing up into that place that makes you whimper and half-squirm away. He holds you down firmly, but with such tenderness. “Stay still, for me. If I make you cum just right will you soak my hand all sweet and warm?”

”I can’t…” you flush with inexplicable shame, “I don’t do that.”

”That’s alright…you just let me take care of you.” He sounds like he’s coddling a wounded bird just before he begins curling and massaging inside you with a tiny smirk on his face that seems to claim he knows something you don’t.

Never before has anyone’s touch dismantled you so perfectly, and you’re soaked and dripping; wet, heavenly sounds filling the room to mark your pleasure.

“No messes for my sweetheart? Just a neat and tidy little baby?” He taunts as your thighs begin to tremble, “I think you’re lying. maybe not with someone else, but I know you’ve worked this pretty, wet cunt just right…ruined your sheets, had to fight to stay quiet so no one would hear—“

With a cry that could be mistaken for agonized, you let go…barely there-tiny bursts of slick sprinkling across his palm like a spring mist. Were he a garden, he would bloom so beautifully under the kiss of your meager shower.

“There we go, sweetheart,” your eyes are locked in on his arm, watching the muscles turn and twist as if you’ve been hypnotized. “C’mon, just a little longer, relax, sweet girl, relax…”

It’s like lying in too-tall grass on a breezy day. Warm and gentle like an embrace, and his voice is ferrying you through it all so sweetly. How could she have ever given this up?

When you begin to tense against his ministrations, he pulls back delicately and pats the inside of your thigh, huffing the softest sigh of a laugh, “And you said no messes.”

“Jake,” your hands are instantly hiding your eyes, face sparking heat with a euphoric fluster.

“You did good, baby.” He whispers, kissing a path along your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about that for a very long time.”

“Please,” your entire body is still inwardly writhing and you can’t manage much more.

“Please what?” His hand, so gentle and soft, drags yours downward to wrap your fingers around himself. He is thick, throbbing rhythmically, and so hard, “You want that?”

He sounds in control, but it’s all there for you in his eyes, he wants this badly. He needs this. He needs you…and not simply because it’s been months.

Grabbing his free hand from where it is resting beside your head against the mattress, you guide it down until his fingers are stroking delicately across you, wetting his touch, warm and silken, “You want that?”

He visibly falters, face ducking to find solace in the crook of your neck, “I want you,” he whispers so airily you aren’t even sure you’ve heard him, “I want you so fucking badly. Please, baby…”

His voice is hushed, dragging across your skin hot and wet, desperate and hungry, you couldn’t deny him even if you were crazy enough to want to.

“You don’t have to beg,” you promise, hands now petting through his hair. “You take what you need, Jake…it’s all for you.”

”I need to get off again first,” the words sigh warm against the shell of your ear, “I’m too close. You’re so pretty and warm, and you smell so good. My sweetheart.”

”Well, look who gets soft when he’s this hard.” You tease, gently stroking the cashmere tip of his cock against your clit. “You cum as fast as you need to, let me do this for you.”

Again, his beautiful face drops to hide away, mouth sucking chills into your throat.

“I don’t want to be that guy.” He confesses, sounding shy in a way you’ve never heard before. “I want to get you there, too.”

You reach down deep and find your nerve, “Is this a one time thing? It’s okay to say yes.”

At last, his stare finds yours, “I certainly fucking hope not.”

”So, you’ll owe me one.” You shrug with a cheeky smile to soothe his nerves.

”No.” he shocks you with a fervent shake of his head as he lines himself up, nudging in gently with his pillowy soft tip, “I’m gonna get you off, baby…right on my cock.”

Dirty fuck, who would’ve thought?

”Deeper, Jake,” you’re whining already, fingernails sinking into his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Fuck me.”

”Say it again.” He orders, kissing a path along your jaw.

”Fuck me,” you repeat as though you know nothing but how to follow him into the woods, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please…”

His cock is right there teasing at you, barely inside, working your entire body into a frenzy, you want it so badly.

”Please?” His nose Eskimo kisses yours, “You’re begging very sweetly. You sound like an angel.”

“Haven’t I begged enough?” The words pant out of you warm against his lips and that - the taste of your aching need, shoves him over the edge.

Hips rolling, he slides into you like he was made to fit. The stretch is a lovely, stinging heat that claws a blissful cry from deep within your lungs. It's his favorite sound, he decides in an instant, and he wants to listen to it for the rest of his life.

As if the two of your were created simply to share this together, he fits inside of you perfectly, nestling against that sweet, hidden spot over and over until your back has arched away from the sheets and your nails scratch at him for purchase.

”So soft and tight,” his praise is but a breath, “You feel so fucking good.”

”I’m close,” you whisper back, cunt gripping at him violently, “don’t stop.”

”Wait for me, sweetheart…” he sounds filthy and angelic all at once. “I’m almost there, just…fuck, just wait for me.”

”Inside,” have you even made a sound? “Do it inside, Jake.”

”Are you sure?” He slurs, drunk off of you and ready to melt.

”Yes,” you nod frantically against the pillow, knotting your hair, “Do it. Fucking do it.”

Lost for words, he replies with a growl that takes that tightened coil deep in your belly and snaps it into pieces.

”Oh fuck,” his body tenses against you, thrust losing rythym as you flutter and clench around his twitching cock. “Gonna cum, baby, yes…you feel so…fuck…”

You watch in awe as his face twists gorgeously, eyes rolling back before squeezing closed, lip curled into a delicious snarl - and then, with a drawn out groan of your name, he collapses against you, kissing gratitude and love against your throat until the tickle of his hair makes you giggle.

”Get off me,” you laugh, shoving at his shoulders tenderly as he rolls to his side, smiling prettily at you like a kid in a candy store.

”You have magic between those pretty thighs.” He sighs, smoothing your hair. “I’m gonna tear solos up about it. Write the dirtiest riffs and licks all about that perfect pussy.”

”You’re fucking disgusting,” you sigh back, attempting to chase down your breath, “and such a guy.”

He pulls you in close, tucking his body, slick and hot, into your own, “Shh, you love me.”

Maybe he doesn’t mean it that way, and maybe you don’t either, just yet…

…but maybe you will.

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gretavanmoon · 4 months ago

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Jake x female reader

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+ After indulging in a shared stamina-boosting treat in the dead of summer, you find yourself twisted up in a silly argument that's laced with jealousy... the salt is heavy in more ways than one with this one.

Happy Fourth of July! Keep this in your back pocket for your post-firework bedtime story. Gracias to @gretavangroupie for edits and forcing me to post this love yaaaaa

Warnings: 18+! Angst: Cursing, Substance Use in the form of Aphrodisia, Arguing, Mentions of Alcohol, Heavy Jealousy & Possessiveness, Overall Bossiness Smut: Kissing, Touching, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Dom/Sub kinda

“Son of a bitch, if we keep it up like this I’m not gonna have anything left in me, baby,” Jake admits as he removes his right foot from the arm of the couch, the other standing weakly on the floor, barely holding his weight. Your body is bent in half, your arms holding you uncomfortably upright as he pulls out from behind you, hands still gripped and squeezing tightly around your waist.

You and Jake had made the early afternoon decision to each eat a special pleasure-boosting chocolate that you’d been told about by a friend a few months ago, and saying that the effects always took perfectly for the both of you would be an understatement. Just one serving would have the two of you ravenous for each other for hours on end, and seeing as how neither of you had anything to do for the rest of the day, it only seemed right to end the weekend on a high note. It was only after you’d both eaten the chocolate and after you figured out that your air conditioning had decided to go out that you told Jake about your plans for next weekend, thus sending him into a pissed-off mood that was borderline a thrown tantrum. But you accounted his mood to the extra blood flow the chemicals in the chocolate had given him going straight to his dick, leaving little for his brain to process thoughts.

“Hah, look at you calling me baby, after bitching at me all day,” you quip, turning to meet eyes with him as you stand up straight again, the feeling of your own wetness sliding between your thighs. Your muscles already feel weak as you turn to plop back down on the plush cushions of the couch, careful not to drip anything on your freshly washed covers.

He instantly falls to his knees, growling as he grabs the insides of both of your legs to pull you closer to the edge of the couch. His mouth is instantly connected to your core, his tongue already burying itself deep inside your deepest crevices. You’re both groaning from near exhaustion, willing your bodies to keep up with your desire.

“I can bitch at you and still call you baby, Y/N. Not my fault you said yes to a date with someone else without my permission,” he barks before diving back between your legs.

Your hands smooth back the strands of hair sticking to his forehead, pulling them away from his face as you bite both your lips in, finding it insanely difficult to stop yourself from wailing his name so loudly you disturb the neighbors. He’s being facetious and you know that, but his attitude makes it all the more challenging to not give in to him completely. You love it when he gets a little jealous.

Instead of yelling at him, you bite a quick “fuck me” through your tightly clenched teeth, hoping to god he doesn’t hear you. His brow furrows as he makes eye contact with you, a maddening expression painted on his sweat-coated face that you’re sure is only there simply for the sake of playing dumb. “Are you just raving, or is that a request?” he growls as he pulls away just long enough to breathe his words out.

“Neither, asshole,” you lightly tap your fingertips to the side of his temple, knocking him sideways as he presses your legs apart, giving him further access to work you. He likes it. He gets off on you being playfully scornful to him. He cracks a short-lived but devious smile before turning back into his whiney self.

You take a quick breath, ready to explain yourself again. “And it’s not a date, it’s drinks. With my co-workers. How in the– aahhh, fuckkkk– how in the fuck is that a date?” Your eyes begin to roll back a little as he points his tongue directly over your clit, arrogantly knowing exactly what makes you fall apart for him.

He pulls his head back with a hiss, making you disconnect your hands from his roots as he eyes you meticulously. He licks his lips, your slick still coating the 5 o’clock shadow that’s now adorning his face after going at it with you all day. His eyes never leave yours as he plunges his two middle fingers inside you, pushing his other hand against the inside of your left thigh. “How is it not a date, baby? Don’t be fucking coy. You dated the man.”

You groan in aggravation as he pisses you off even more, still pinning your leg to the side as his fingers work inside you, hitting your g-spot with so much fucking ease you want to slap him again. “I went on two dates with him! That hardly qualifies as dating, Jacob,” you retort as he flicks his fingers with more precision. Your head falls back again, the pleasure coming in rippling waves now as you feel your stomach tightening. “Plus, he’s my manager… invited everyone… how am I supposed to say no to that?”

The air shifts a little as he loudly clicks his tongue.

“Did you ever fuck him?” he asks quickly, sitting back on his heels as he completely halts all movement of his hand.

“What?”

He leans in, hovering over your belly as his face is dangerously close to yours, his fingers still buried deep but staying completely still. “Did… you…ever… fuck him? Simple question, love.”

You swallow, not expecting the conversation to even go here, let alone while you’re literally fucking him.

Your eyes dart side to side, the blurry memories of sleeping with the man who is now your boss those some ten-odd years ago flashing through your mind. That was a lifetime ago, you were barely in college a few weeks. And it was two dates and a hookup before the two of you decided to just stay friends, and that was that. You’d only seen him in passing a handful of times over the years, but to be quite honest, after sleeping with him, he barely ever even crossed your mind.

You swallow again as Jake’s eyebrows raise, waiting for you to answer. He shoves his fingers deeper inside you to remind you that he asked a question, making you clench around him. “Fuck! Yes, okay? Yes. We slept together one time, Jake. Once. And it was ten fucking years ago.”

He stays silent as he bites his lip in, a rush of what looks like disappointment crashing over his face for just a second. He slowly picks up the pace again, delving his fingers inside at a much slower pace, now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he mumbles, still biting his lips. You can tell that your admission has defeated him just a little.

“Tell you what? That I hooked up with him once? Probably because it feels like it was a figment of my imagination, at this point. I was eighteen. Why does it matter?” you ask, wondering if he’s really upset, or if he’s just pouting at the fact that you left this little detail out about this certain person you work with.

“He’s your fucking manager, Y/N, I don’t know…” he says, shaking his head side to side. You can see the sweat starting to form on his chest, the drips starting to form into a stream that is dripping down to his stomach. You could feel the heat of the day starting to creep into the walls now that the A/C has been out for a few hours, and the sun practically baking everything it touches outside isn’t helping in the matter. But there’s nothing you can do about it right now, the both of you will just have to suffer until the chocolate wears off and you can act like humans instead of rabid animals.

You stay quiet as you feel the knot tightening in your stomach again, wanting him to continue so you can reach your high, but also feeling the heavy shift in the conversation. You glance at the sweat pouring from him, and some kind of carnal instinct to want to taste it takes over your entire being. You suddenly need your mouth on him. You need to lick up every droplet of sweat that’s rushing down his body, and swallow it down. Taking matters into your own hands, you grab his wrist and rip his hand from you, standing up as you pull him to his feet. The soreness sets in again, having been in nearly every position in the Kama Sutra already today.

You pull on his hands, making him follow you into the bedroom. “What are you doing, Y/N?” he asks, trailing behind.

“Come in here, come lay down,” you order, turning him to push him down into the already messy sheets. Luckily, there’s a fan in here, giving the two of you a little reprieve as the heat fills the house. You watch as his tanned body falls backwards into the stark white sheets, his hair falling behind him as he reclines. His skin is glowing, his eyes trained on you, watching your every move as you crawl up him, purposefully snaking your body so that he has a visual of every single curve of your sweat-covered self.

You lean down, outstretching your tongue and touching his navel, working your way up his stomach and to his chest, collecting the deliciously salty taste of him on your tongue. There’s something about it, the flavor and the scent and the way he feels beneath you… it’s not the most pleasant, but you’re positive nothing on this earth tastes or smells more like home to you. You’d always read about how animals are attracted to their mates’ scent, and you never understood how it could apply to humans, too, until you became serious with Jake. It’s something that’s just wired into your brain now, and the longer you’re together, the more you find yourself craving it. Craving him.

“I’m sweaty and gross, babe,” he complains as he leans up and twists his hair into a knot behind his head, remnant baby hairs still sticking to and framing his face.

“You think I care? You taste so good… like you just got out of the ocean…” you say honestly, making him laugh a little through his nose. You run your tongue all over him, his sides, his groin, his pecs and his neck… each place tasting better than the last, and each spot making him absolutely feral at the feeling of your mouth on him. His light moans of bliss fill the room as his hands search for any part of you he can grab on to, his eyes fluttering open and closed as you watch his face light up.

You can tell he’s getting hard again as you let your lips lightly ghost over his shaft, the chocolate still putting in work in keeping him turned on. Finally, you find yourself starving for him again, too, letting your lips cup over the head of his dick as you give it one tight little squeeze.

“Please baby, fuck…” he grunts, his knees bending up and around your body. One thing about the way this chocolate works is that it amplifies everything, making every brush, every touch, every sensation amplified by a hundred. You have already had your mouth on him a couple of times today, but you can imagine how he feels simply from your experience with his mouth on you earlier, begging and wanting and needing the feeling so desperately. Absolutely bursting at the seams to experience the euphoria.

You move your body to straddle him, letting your already completely soaked core drift over his cock, ready and waiting to fill you again.

“Don’t think I forgot about the conversation we were having, Jake,” you tease as you position your knees firmly on either side of him. He fills his cheeks and blows out a long puff of air, his hand hitting his forehead to wipe away the sheen of sweat.

“I don’t remember us having a conversation, Y/N, but I remember me expressing to you that I’m not happy with this arrangement,” he says, smirking at you a little while he runs his tongue along his teeth. “You fucked him! And you work with him! And you never even told me!” he all but yells.

You let your opening line up with his tip, letting yourself fall on to it just an inch or so. Your body was begging you to sit all the way down, the fire burning within your veins way past its boiling point. But you held strong.

“You think I fucked him, Jake?” you ask, swirling your hips gently on him.

He tries his best to stifle his words, but he comes up short. “Oh my god, baby, you feel so– please…” he begs, his jaw falling slack just from the tiny touch. His eyes pop open and look at you, his expression absolutely pleading for more. “Yeah, you told me you did…”

You pause, letting the heavy air hang for just a second as you laugh a little under your breath. You shake your head side to side at his naivety, wondering just how he thought the situation went down all those years ago. “I didn’t fuck him,” you answer, letting yourself fall another inch as your fingertips pause on his stomach. “I was eighteen, I didn’t even know what fucking was…” you purr, swirling on him again.

His chest is heaving with want, his growls now turned into desperate whimpers as he’s doing anything but begging you to let him fill you. You know that if things were normal, and if the two of you weren’t caught up in this childish back-and-forth, he’d be on his hands and knees for you, falling to the floor at your every whim. His hips buck up into you, but you rise on your knees, not allowing him to have any control over the matter.

“But you… you and me… this…” you go on as you sit back down, giving yourself centimeters. “I didn’t know what I was even missing, until I found you…” you admit. “No one has ever made me feel like you do.”

He takes a deep breath, centering himself. “None? None of them?” His hand sneaks up and presses a thumb to your clit, adding just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

You shake your head side to side again, as you’re almost seated to the hilt, the feeling of him filling you again already making your body shudder. “No baby, none of them. So you can cut the pissy attitude, or I’m hopping off of you, and taking care of myself.” With that, you sit down completely on him, your bodies finally resting together as you feel the tip of him buried as far as he could get.

“Ffffuckk, Y/N, god damnit, yes,” Jake howls into the room as his thumb still works your clit, his other hand rushing up to grip onto your hip. But you steady your movements. Though your body is burning for you to move, you want to give him the same lack of satisfaction he gave you earlier. But just for a second.

“Answer me, am I going to have to take care of myself, Jake? Or are you going to quit being salty over something that doesn’t fucking matter and let me fuck you how I want?”

You know the situation matters to him. And you’ll validate that later. But not right now. Right now it’s fueling too much angst and you’re having too much fun.

His grip on your hip tightens so hard that it almost hurts, his fingernails digging into the thick muscle there. You’re fully aware that both of you can get turned on from dirty talk alone, and the chocolate is only exaggerating the feeling. Your brain is buzzing with electricity from it. You love when he gets a little rough. He can tell that your body responds to the little bit of pain, and like a switch flipped in his brain, he lets it turn on all his lights. Suddenly both his hands are on your hips, switching the places of both of you in one swift movement. Your body is pressed against the mattress, your shoulders being held down as he hovers overtop of you. “How about you let me fuck you how I want, hm? How’s that sound?” he challenges with an air of greed.

Like a petty little pet, you nod your head, completely losing the war of being the one calling the shots the second he squeezes your clit between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation almost kills you, cuts off your ability to breathe altogether as he begins pulsing his fingers quickly, causing the desire to pool up in your belly all over again. He’s never really concentrated his fingers this pointedly before; usually his hands are grabbing and squeezing wherever they can. But with the most sensitive part of your body being held so tightly and at the mercy of his fingers, you feel completely at his will. “How about I show you exactly why you choose to stick around, and you’ll keep choosing it, no matter how many dates you go on with your boss.”

“God, give it up, Jake,” you complain, rolling your eyes dramatically as his movements set your whole body on fire again.

You’ve barely gotten the words out before his other hand is braced across your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to your pulse points. You want to swallow, but you can’t, all you can do is let out a pitiful whine that sounds more like a choked sob than a moan. His other two fingers are still gripped on your clit as he balances on his knees, his eyes laser sharp as the sweat continues to drip from his chest.

“Give it up? Give it up?! Baby, you’re being awfully bossy for someone who is in the wrong, here. And for someone who’s acting so bratty today,” he says, his voice sounding gentler than the words he’s spouting. “Tell me you won’t go to the bar with them. Tell me you’ll back out of the plans.”

Deep down, you know Jake doesn’t give a fuck who you hang out with. You’re both comfortable enough in your relationship that trust is paramount, and neither of you have ever tested it. He trusts you, and you him to come home to one another every night, never straying or giving the other a reason to be suspicious about anything at all.

He squeezes a little harder on your throat, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to your core as his eyebrows shoot up.

“Come with me. Come out with us. You haven’t met them yet, anyway… come let them see that I’m yours, we don’t even have to tell them. We can show them…” you suggest, honestly liking this idea way more. His grip on your throat loosens as bit as he contemplates the idea.

“Show them, hm?” Finally he nods, giving in to your suggestion. “Okay, yeah, I’ll show up…”

You nod back at him as you give him the tiniest smirk, bringing your own hand up to cup over his, squeezing his fingers a little tighter on you. “What’s with you today, huh? Testing me every five minutes…” he asks. His teeth grit against one another as the wind from the fan hits the back of his head just right, blowing his damp hair over his face as he lets go of his grip between your legs, adjusting his body so that he’s positioned perfectly above you again. His hand moves from your throat straight down to your tit, gripping the whole thing roughly as he takes his dick in his hand, running it up through your wetness. The sensation is enough to floor you, every single atom in your body on fire and wanting to feel him completely.

Your hands find his waist, pulling him into you with everything you have, your legs already wrapping around him. “Stop making me fucking wait Jake,” you spout. “I’ll stop bitching, I promise, just please…”

“Oh now you wanna back down…? Not like I haven’t gotten you off three times already today…”

“You’re the one who’s been fucking bitching like a teenager all damn day! God…” you rouse, knowing that your voice is probably grating on his nerves right now. He presses himself harder against you, daring you to say another word.

“Watch your mouth,” he warns, still holding himself in his hand. You can feel his pulse throbbing in the head of his dick as it presses up against you, and you know if you say another cross word, you’re in for it.

“And what if I don’t?” you press, sounding as prissy as you possibly can.

He taunts you with the same ultimatum that you gave him earlier, “Then I’ll just have to go and take care of myself, I guess… and leave you here unsatisfied. Your mouth has been nothing but aggravating today, Y/N, I swear to god…”

You roll your eyes at him, knowing he most definitely hasn’t forgotten about your lips sucking at him for nearly an hour today, if you added it all up.

“Will you just fuck me, Jake? I’ll keep my mouth shut if you shut yours…” you spout as you feel your core drip down onto the sheets.

“Is that a fucking promise?” he asks, cocking both eyebrows.

“Swear.”

Like a wild animal that can no longer control it’s instinct, he presses all the way into you, stifling all the noises that you know he wants to make. His body lurches to hover over you as he picks up a slow pace, his hips cracking with extreme precision as his thighs smack against the backs of your legs. “God, you get on my fucking nerves,” he jests through his teeth.

“Mutual,” you say quickly, jutting your chin upward.

Your throat is burning with rage as you stop yourself from crying out, only tiny breaths of whimpers escaping as you hold your side of the quiet bargain. His eyes are dark and devious as his hips snap harder, hitting you more deeply than he has all day. Your vision blurs into a deep black with each thrust, the pleasure threatening to make you go nonverbal, anyway.

An especially harsh breath falls from you as he bends your leg up, hitting you even deeper and at a new angle. He brings his left hand up to his mouth, pressing his pointer finger gently over his lips with a hushed ‘Shhh’.

Your hand flies up and cups around your mouth as you follow his order, ceasing all sounds that could possibly escape you. His eyes stay trained on you as his hair falls across his face and yours, his scent wafting across your nose as you take in chopped breaths through it. You force your eyes closed as the pleasure builds in your stomach, the familiar feeling of the beginning of another delicious orgasm overtaking your psyche. It burns, the threat of overstimulation creeping up in your insides, but you ignore it simply for the fact that you are going to feel him so wholly again, letting him bring you to the brink of no return for the third, fourth, fifth… whatever time it will be today.

Suddenly you feel his lips on the shell of your ear, his teeth biting in as he whispers. “I’ll go on your little work outing with you, but if I’m gonna endure being around a man who’s already fucked you, you’ll do things to my liking, got it?” he asks, and you know better than to say no right now. Your stomach muscles are tightening, jerking your body as the bliss builds up, so you nod in agreement as your hand is still clamped over your mouth. “You’ll wear that low-cut top with the lace straps that I like so much… and that black leather skirt that cuts at your thigh… wear my favorite perfume, and that pretty little necklace I got you for your birthday. Sound good, babydoll?”

You nod again as his teeth pull on your earlobe, his voice low and gravelly, still. “Good. Then it’s settled. Then everyone will see how tantalizing you look outside of your work clothes, and they won’t be able to do a goddamned thing about it… they won’t be able to touch you… They’ll just have to admire you from afar while I tease you under the table…” his hand ghosts down and his thumb finds your clit again, making your eyes shoot closed and your head tilt back into the pillows. Fuck, if he doesn’t always manage to win these things. And you know he isn’t lying, either. You know your entire work outing will be full of his hands secretly snaking between your legs under any table you’re sitting at, his hand gripping your ass at every turn, his eyes staring daggers through you from across the room…begging you to sneak with him into the bathroom.

You know how the game is played, and somehow, he always fucking wins whether you want him to or not. What you don’t know though, is that he thinks the exact same thing of you. You winning him over with the way you feel wrapped around him, your body drenched and buzzing beneath him. He always wins, even when he doesn’t.

“You gonna cum, baby? Let me have it one more time?” he asks, his hand now pressing down on your stomach where he can feel himself entering you with each pointed thrust he’s still delivering.

“Mhmm…” you moan into his neck, his mouth still sucking hard on your ear and everything surrounding it.

“You’re mine… all mine… no one else’s… give me what I want, baby,” he gloats, and his possessive words send a slow shockwave through your body, the rippling effects of the most intense orgasm you’ve had today sending your mind into a noiseless world of white light. All you can feel is him, all you can think about is him… and when you finally catch your breath and let your hand fall to the back of his neck, your pitiful moan on the come-down reverberates off the walls, sending him to finish right behind you.

When his breath finally evens enough to come back to earth, his body collapses on top of you, completely spent as he pulls himself out of you. You lean down to kiss his neck, his skin still coated in that sweet-salty goodness that is enough to get you going again, but you relax, feeling the effects of the chocolate beginning to slowly wear off.

He flips his head around to face you as you both lie face-down on the bed, and a smile that you haven’t seen all day sweeps across his pink, pouted lips. “Do I still taste like the ocean?”

You let your fingertips tousle the hair around his face, drenched and sticky. “Better than the ocean. You taste like you.”

His cheeks blush as his demeanor completely shifts into softness. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah baby, I know,” you reply with sincerity.

“And you don’t have to wear all that stuff to the bar. You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose. You could turn heads in a burlap sack.”

You giggle as you pull his hand up to your lips, kissing his palm. “But what if I want to wear all that? What if I want you to tease me all night, make my boss even more jealous than he probably already is?” you press.

“Then it’s a no brainer. Do it up, baby. I trust you,” he says with confidence.

“Maybe I will,” you reply, taking a deep breath. “Not pissy anymore now that I gave you what you wanted?”

He smiles coyly, snaking one arm underneath you to pull you on top of him again. “Nah. No more bitching from me. I think I was about to have a heat stroke.” His hands are ghosting all over your body again, but not in a wanting way. His fingertips drift over your curves as if he’s adoring the body that is sitting over him. Simply taking the time to appreciate you.

“Me too,” you giggle, and you know that the festivities for the day have most likely reached their bittersweet end. “I’ll go start us a cold shower while you call the landlord, sound like a plan?” you ask, holding your hand up as you await a high-five.

“Deal,” he says, clapping his hand to yours. “But you can’t try and seduce me in the shower, I don’t think I have anything left in me. You’ve drained me dry, girl.”

You laugh through your nose as you hop into the floor, rushing off to the bathroom. “We’ll see about that.”

xoxoxo Jules

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milkgemini · 2 years ago

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Down The Hall

Pairing: Josh kiszka X f!reader X Jake Kiszka

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: this is smut! 18+ minors DNI! threesome, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving) penetrative unprotected sex, lil bit of spit play, language.

Part 2

It felt like you hadn’t been able to relax in forever. A new town, a new home, a new roommate. It was your first time living on your own and you were in a completely different city, hours from family and friends.

You were home alone. Your roommate had gone out for the day, leaving you a note to find when you had stumbled into the kitchen, half asleep this morning.

Out exploring. Be back before dusk.

You’d found your roommate through a mutual friend. She had talked very highly of him and said he was looking for someone to move in ever since his brother had moved out. You had never lived on your own, let alone with a man. But you were eager to leave your hometown, in search of new faces and experiences.

He was kind. Always the type to make you feel comfortable. He cooked meals and sat at the dining room table with you. He always asked before he had company over. He was even willing to share his belongings with you, whether it be toiletries, food, and even that time where he lent you a pair of socks.

Slowly but surely, you began to view him as a friend.

Joshua.

The type of person you could never picture being angry or mean. He was gentle.

As you settled under the covers, after a day of straightening up around the house, you glanced at the time on your phone.

4:37 pm

“He should be home soon.” You thought to yourself, as boredom began to strike.

You found yourself thinking about Josh frequently. Always catching yourself as your cheeks grew warm at the thought of him.

You had borrowed his sweater after he noticed your laundry hadn’t fully dried yet. You came out of the shower to find his favorite one spread across your comforter.

As you nestle deeper into bed, you clutch the collar of his sweater and bring it to your nose. You inhale deeply and are graced with the scent of his everyday cologne.

The scent alone brings memories flooding to your mind. The first time you had taken it in.

It was a Friday night. Like most people, Josh was getting ready to go out. You, on the other hand, had opted for a night in, already ready for bed around 8. You left your room, heading to the kitchen to grab a snack. As you stepped down the hallway, you passed Josh’s room, the door left ajar. He faced away from you, a black towel hugging tightly around his waist, as drops of water raced down his tan back dripping from his curls. He was doing a mundane task such as applying deodorant, but you found your bottom lip tucked so tight between your lips, you feared you might leave a mark. As he replaced the cap to the deodorant, he crossed the room to his dresser. With his back remaining towards you, he sprayed a generous amount of cologne against his bare skin. The droplets sending goosebumps crawling over him, in only a towel. As he began to turn towards the door in your direction, you quickly made your way down the hall, so as to not get caught spying.

As you laid in bed, your mind wandered back to that day. His lustful aroma. Seeing his damp hair fall against the skin of his face. Watching him push it back from his eyes with a swipe of his flat palm. The thought of the lack of clothes beneath the towel he had adorned.

You’d caught yourself daydreaming about your roommate with your eyes fluttering shut.

Laying on your back, your right hand cautiously traveled to the elastic waistband of your sweatpants. You hadn’t touched yourself in weeks. Finally you were alone. Thoughts filled with the other person that occupied this living space.

Slowly, you slipped your fingertips beneath the band, and allowed yourself to brush a feather light touch against your lower lips. You teased yourself, ghosting your fingers over the less sensitive areas first. Naturally, you bucked your hips up at your own touch, craving more of yourself.

You let yourself slide your middle finger through your folds, sucking in a quick breath as you rolled over your clit. Your finger traveled farther below and teased inside, only to the first knuckle. Your jaw fell open, a pornographic moan leaving your throat as you’re reminded you were alone.

You gathered slick from your entrance and brought it back up to swirl around your clit. Your head fell to the side as you let yourself experience the pleasure of your own fingers.

As your pace increased, so did your need to cum. You reached into your bedside drawer and grabbed the tiny blue bullet stored in the back. You clicked the button and the little thing sprang to life.

You lightly drug the toy along the skin of your stomach and over your mound, finally nudging it between your folds. You swirled the head of it around your clit, another moan bouncing off the walls of your bedroom.

Outside, the subtle noise of keys jingling could be heard from the hallway. Along with two deep voices bickering back and forth.

“Not too loud, okay? She might be sleeping”

You could hear the vibrations of your roommate’s voice through your shut door. At first, you were nervous for him to hear the sound of your toy pressed hard against your clit. But as you finally found that spot against your wet skin, you didn’t care. You needed to cum, now.

“It’s not even 7pm, Josh. What is this? Past visiting hours at the retirement home?”

You recognized that voice. His twin brother was here. Great, another person who could possibly hear you playing with yourself a few doors down.

“I know. But I just care abo-“

“Shut up. Do you hear that?” Jake playfully smacked his brother's shoulder and the room fell silent.

The two men stayed quiet in the living room, listening to your gentle whimpers and the whirring of your vibrator in the background.

A devious grin spread across his twin brother’s face as he made eye contact with Josh. Josh eventually realized what was occurring beyond your door, and ran his hand through his hair.

“Shit. Uhhh, wanna go get a drink or something? Come back a little later?” Josh practically begged his twin, already being able to tell what’s on his mind as he read his face.

Jake began to tiptoe down the hall, keeping his footsteps quiet as possible. Josh grabbed for his wrist but he wriggled away easily.

“Jake! Come on, man. Leave her be.” Josh pleaded with a raspy whisper.

Jake turned to face him with his pointer finger pressed against his lips, silently telling his brother to be quiet. He took a few more steps closer to your room. Not all the way in front of your door, but close enough to hear your noises.

His body turned sideways and he leaned his ear closer towards you to hear your moans better. That same grin from earlier appeared, except this time his teeth peeked through. He turned to Josh and beckoned a hand at him, telling him to come closer.

Hesitantly, Josh took a few steps forward, inching towards the only thing separating you from each other. His shoulder was pressed against Jake’s as he slipped into temptation and listened to your cries of pleasure behind the door.

You hadn’t heard their voices for a few minutes. Not even a footstep from the living room. You figured they had turned around and walked back out after being able to hear you. You were so close to feeling that wave of pleasure course through you, you weren’t even embarrassed.

Convinced you were alone again, you allowed yourself to press the vibrator harder against your clit, pushing yourself even closer towards your release. Your moans began to pick up, less space between each one.

“Oh fuck, Josh!”

You yelped into your room. You imagined it was his fingers making you feel this good.

Jake swiftly turned his head to meet his eyes in wonder with his brother. Before Josh could protest, Jake rapped his knuckles against the wooden door. The buzzing from the other side didn’t stop, and you hadn’t said a word.

Jake took your silence as his own answer, twisting the knob to your bedroom, and flinging the door behind him.

“And what do we have here?” You could hear the smirk in Jake’s voice.

You clamped your knees together, legs in the air. But you didn’t take the toy away from your clit.

Josh stood in the doorway, his eyes flitting back and forth between you and Jake hovering at the end of your bed.

“That’s it. Don’t even stop. You’re filthy.” His voice was hoarse compared to Josh’s. His fingertips brushed against the edge of your bed as he rounded the corner towards you.

“Jake…” Josh called from the doorway. Your eyes quickly shifted towards him.

Jake’s head snapped to the side in his brother's direction, a frown darkening his face.

“Shut the fuck up, Josh.” He turned his attention back to you.

“Look, she likes it.” His fingertips press against the inside of your knee, coaxing you to spread yourself for him.

He sits on the edge of the bed next to you, your knee lying in his lap, completely spread for him. Jake leans down, his long hair tickling your cheek as he whispers in your ear.

“Can my brother watch too?” The sultry tone of his voice sends chills down your spine.

You look up at him, and nod with your best doe eyes. Your bottom lip tucked tightly between your teeth.

Jake didn’t even bother to turn his face towards his twin stuck in the doorway.

“Josh, get in here. She wants us to watch her touch herself” Jake gently runs his fingers against the delicate skin inside your thigh.

Josh quietly steps farther into the room. His fists tightly clenched at his side. As Jake hears his footsteps approaching, he lifts from beside you, and returns to his spot at the end of the bed.

“Look at her. She wants to cum so bad, I can tell.”

Josh swallows hard and subconsciously presses against the erection that’s been forming behind his zipper since he first heard your whimpers in the hallway.

Jake snaps his fingers in the air towards you.

“Hey! Do you want to cum? Answer me.” He snaps at you.

You glance at Josh before locking eyes with Jake, nodding at him.

“Do what I say. Nothing more.” He instructs you. Eyes never losing contact with yours.

He takes a few steps, just in front of Josh now. His brother shifting his weight behind him to get a better look at you spread for them.

“Press harder. Press that thing against your clit and hold it there.” He inches even closer to you now.

He bends at the waist, his lips almost touching the shell of your ear.

“Don’t be coy. I said harder.”

A high pitched moan fell past your lips. Your eyes finding Josh’s right away. His lips were slightly parted as he watched with laser focus as your hand laid between your thighs pleasuring yourself with the buzzing toy.

Jake knelt beside you. His fingers grabbed your jaw and turned your head to face him. Your lips puckering between his grasp.

“Thaaat’s it. Keep going” he instructed, and you sobbed in response to him.

He glanced down at you pressing the bullet, using a great amount of pressure against your clit.

“She’s close, Josh. Look, she’s shaking.”

They both watched as the inside of your thighs twitched and your hips rose from the mattress. Your jaw fell slack as whimpers and moans tumbled from you.

Josh began to rub his palm against himself over his pants.

“Fuck, she’s cumming.” Jake smacked the back of his palm against Josh’s chest. “Look at her pussy clench around nothing.”

The walls of your entrance quivered as the heat rose from beneath your skin.

“Looks like she’s blowing kisses at us” Jake shoots you a wink.

He shoves his brother with a hand on his back, sending him stumbling towards you on the bed. He watched intently as your walls contracted in front of him. You didn’t remove the vibrator from your clit, teasing yourself as you rode out the remainder of your high.

“Touch her, Josh. She wants it.” Jake commanded through gritted teeth at his brother.

Josh didn’t respond, except to glance at you and silently ask for permission.

“Please.” you whimpered to him.

You could’ve sworn you heard him whine in response.

He settled softly on the bed next to you, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh. He kept his eyes locked on yours as his knuckles brushed up against your own still wrapped around the toy. While your hand remained pressing the vibrator against yourself, his traveled slightly lower, where the pad of his middle finger circled your entrance.

Your hips shot up at his touch, your body begging him for more.

He listened to your pleas and pushed his middle finger inside of you all the way. He pumped his finger in and out of you, feeling your wetness against his skin. He curled the digit inside of you. Brushing against your sweet spot.

He bent his body down to bring his face closer to yours, you could smell his favorite cologne on his neck.

As his finger worked inside of you he whispered against your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You wrapped your free hand around the back of his neck, barely tugging him in to meet your lips.

The sound of your lips smacking, and the wet sounds caused by Josh’s finger, together filled the room as Jake stood at the edge of the bed palming himself over his pants.

You opened your mouth wider inviting Josh’s tongue inside. He licked into you, his cock twitching against the seam of his pants.

As the kiss deepened, Josh’s sweet demeanor began to fade away. The side that favored his twin creeping closer.

He moaned into your mouth before breaking away from you.

“Have you ever been touched by two people at once?” He whispered to you. His fingertips tracing your jaw as his eyes scanned over your features.

At the end of the bed, you heard the metal of Jake’s buckle as he strained to get it undone.

You shook your head no at Josh, an innocent gleam in your eye.

“Would you like to?” He asked you with a smirk on his face, his eyes locked on your lips.

“Yes, please.” You answered him as your fist bunched up in the material of his shirt against his chest. You pulled Josh down to come crashing against your lips again. He could feel your walls contract around his finger.

Jake placed his knees into the mattress, inching closer to you. His belt and pants undone and pulled down enough to see the patch of hair above his cock.

As Josh felt him nearer to you, he removed his finger from inside of you. You followed by placing the vibrator on the bed. You whimpered into his mouth at the loss of his touch.

“Don’t whine. You sound needy, you know that?” Jake smacked an open palm against your lower lips. You sucked in a shaky breath as your hips left the mattress to meet his touch.

“More?” He questioned.

Too preoccupied with your tongue in Josh's mouth, you didn’t bother to answer Jake. He lowered himself between your legs, his palms pressed flat against the inside of your thighs, spreading you out even further.

He smacked against your lips again. Harder this time. The pleasure mixed with pain shocked you. He spit harshly against your folds.

“Answer me when I talk to you”

You pulled your lips from Josh’s.

“Yes, please Jake. More.” You begged him.

Josh gripped you by the throat with a groan, at the sight of your submission to Jake.

Jake didn’t respond. Instead, he shoved his middle and ring finger inside until his knuckles brushed against you.

You arched into his touch as he pumped his fingers in you. His brow furrowed as he watched your reactions in concentration.

You watched as Jake worked his fingers in and out of you. Your gaze then turning to Josh, who was already watching you.

“Can I… touch you?” You asked him.

He reached for your hand and placed it over his hardening cock still confined to his pants. You rubbed over him before leaving to tuck your fingers into the waistband of his underwear.

Jake lowered himself so his tongue could meet your wet center. He licked a stripe between your folds before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit.

The sensation spiked through you, pushing you to tug harder on Josh’s waist band. He assisted you in pulling his pants down. Only bringing them halfway down his ass, just enough to let his cock spring free.

You gripped him at the base, stroking up and down his length. His tip was leaking, and you wanted nothing more than to taste him.

You stuck your tongue out flat and ran the head of his cock against it. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he bucked his hips towards your face.

His fingers tangled in your hair as he grabbed the back of your head.

“Don’t tease. Taste it.”

You immediately obliged, opening your mouth for him to slide the length of his cock against your tongue.

You wrapped your lips around him and his grip on your hair tightened, pulling you closer to him. You looked up at him with his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. His jaw fell open as he watched you work your mouth on him.

You moaned with his length pressed against your tongue, simultaneously reaching down to press Jake’s face harder against your wetness.

He nuzzled his lips over your clit and pulled back with a laugh to himself.

Jake adjusted himself so he was back on his knees. He pulled his pants down to the same length as his brother, watching himself as he tugged his briefs down. His length slapping against his skin.

“You deserve to be filled from both ends. Don’t you think?” Jake asked as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds. You pushed your hips down begging from him to do something.

“Mhm” your voice vibrated against Josh’s cock in your mouth. He thrusted further into you as he pet your hair.

Jake fisted his cock, pointing it down to meet with your entrance. His eyes trained on the sight of him pushing himself inside of you. His jaw fell the farther he glided in.

“Fuck. She’s so tight.” He called out behind clenched teeth.

With what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you used your fist to work at the remaining of Josh’s length. Twisting and pulling at him as you licked over his tip. His breath started to pick up and soft whimpers left his lips.

“Can you go all the way for me?” His head tilted as he asked you.

You did as he asked, opening your mouth wider to fit as much of him inside as you could. Tears began to form and bubble over, sliding down your cheeks. You gagged around him as you felt the tip of his cock nestle against the back of your throat.

At the sound of your gags, Jake slammed his hips against you even harder. His hands wrapped tightly around your hips, allowing him to thrust deeper into you.

You moaned with Josh inside your mouth. Both at the feeling of him and Jake fucking into you.

“Fuck, do that again. Clench around me just like that.” Jake calls from between your legs. You follow his command and tighten your walls around his length.

He rewards you by swiping his thumb quickly against your clit, keeping the same pace.

“You're close. I feel it. Show me how you cum on a cock, pretty girl.” His thumb never stops rubbing at your clit as he coaxes you to your finish.

The volume of Josh’s moans increase as you pump your fist faster up and down his length.

You remove his tip from between your lips and lay your tongue out. You slap his cock against the flat of your tongue as you look up at him.

“Cum for me, Josh. I want to taste you so bad.” You place a single kiss to the tip of his cock.

“Shit.” He moans under his breath. He fucks deeper into your mouth as your close your lips around him.

The warm feeling between your hips arises as Jake pulls you in, sliding in and out of you with ease. Your walls flutter around his length, coming undone around him, while the vibrations of your moans buzz against Josh’s cock in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around the tip and pull your lips off of him with a “pop”. He watches from above as you rest his dick against your tongue and tug at him faster. He loses himself at the sight of your big eyes staring up at him, feeling your soft tongue against his slick sensitive skin.

He grips your jaw tightly as he releases into you, shooting at the back of your throat. With his last pump, he withdraws himself from your lips and meets his with your own. You immediately open your mouth, begging his tongue to lick inside, and he does. Josh feels the warmth of his own cum against your tongue and moans deeply down your throat.

Your cries harmonize with Josh’s moans as Jake fucks you to the brink of pain, stretching you out. He lets a string of spit fall from his tongue onto your clit before he resumes his patterns against it.

Between panting breaths, Jake speaks.

“Where can I-“

“Inside” you answer immediately pulling yourself from Josh’s lips.

He is so close. You feel him twitch inside of you. Holding on until it’s too much.

“Fuck. I- I’m gonna cum” Jake whines to you.

You whine into Josh’s mouth, and the sound alone spurs Jake past his limit. He strains his breath and tilts his head back as he fucks his cum deep inside of you. The head of his cock becoming over sensitive with how wet you are mixed with both your juices and his.

He pushes all the way inside and holds himself there, one last time before pulling out.

Josh finishes with you by planting a quick peck against your lips. He swipes his thumb against your cheek bone before standing to adjust his pants.

Jake follows suit and does the same, pulling his belt to fasten, not before taking a quick peak at his cum leaking from you.

You sit up on the edge of the bed, flattening the hair at the back of your head before standing to your feet. Your height places you just below Josh’s jaw.

Jake walks over to stand beside you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and kissing the crown of your head.

Your cheeks warm at the gentle gesture as you grasp at Josh's fingers with your own. Gaining his attention.

“Why don’t you invite your brother over more often?”

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Lilac Moon: Chapter 4

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 9.6k+

Warnings: (specific to this chapter) mentions of anxiety, hurt feelings, Josh plays piano (because that definitely deserves a warning) a little angst, allusions to being turned on,(is that a thing?)(no smut yet) mentions of death of a parent, idk nothing too insane. (yet.) future chapters will contain 18+ content so minors DNI.

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You’re used to things not working out…in fact, you expect it. Instances in your life have led you to always prepare for the worst possible outcomes. This tour…it’s too good. Too good to be true. And, as you predicted, it seems you’re waking up from the perfect dream.

And she wonders, is this real?

Or does she just want to be queen?

And he fights the way he feels

Is this the end of a dream?

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It’s been roughly a week since the show that could have easily destroyed any possibility of furthering your career. Jay doing his normal, asshole thing by slamming the open door shut that would lead you away from your stagnancy.

You’re left questioning everything.

You knew you should’ve kicked his ass out of the band for what he did to you. But your people pleasing got in the way, and your idea that you needed him in order to be successful. Clearly, that wasn’t the case. He could be the walking symbol of your downfall.

Josh assured you that night that everything would be okay, that he would do everything he could to get your band on stage with them. His face displayed confidence, while his eyes were heavy with doubt. You could tell, as much as he tried to convince you, that he wasn’t as sure as he attempted to convey. That had you terrified, sick to your stomach. He’s so comforting, but the thought of him being worried had you absolutely numb with fear.

There’s a very, very strong possibility that this tour isn’t in the cards for you.

He took you home after the show that night, made sure you had good food to eat and that you felt comforted. He couldn’t stay long, but you appreciated that he cared so much.

He’s been busy with the tour prep as of late and you’ve hardly had the chance to talk with him since that night. You’ve sent him a few text messages only to be met with a few short responses, but most of the time, you get no response at all.

You know he’s busy, but a little part of you is worried that he’s having a hard time with the incident at your last show. It embarrassed you tremendously, and he seemed a little taken aback over your song that you wrote relating to the hurt Jay put you through. You’re almost sure that you’re just in your head about it all, but you can’t help the thoughts.

You also can’t stop thinking about the way he yelled at Jay, the guttural sound that came from him, the way his voice vibrated throughout the entire backstage area. The deep tone that you didn’t know he was capable of. Even in the midst of one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, he sent shock waves straight to your core.

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You’ve canceled three shows this week to give you and the band a break, and, admittedly, to keep Jay far, far away. You can’t stand him, can’t stand the mere thought of him. Being around him, playing music with him, it couldn’t feel worse to you. Music is such an intimate thing for you and he’s successfully ruined it time and time again.

Today you have a meeting with Lava Records, the record label Greta Van Fleet is signed with. They're sending some of their top executives to their office here in Nashville.

You’re sick with anxiety. You have no idea what will happen. You may have to kick out Jay indefinitely, and you’re not prepared for that confrontation. There’s also the chance that even that won’t convince them to sign you.

What if you truly aren’t good enough with or without the bane of your existence? The slight optimist in you is hoping that they’ll forgive (or forget) the whole instance and sign you anyway. But the far stronger pessimist sitting on your shoulder has convinced you that the worst will happen.

Lava Records is sending a car to your place to pick you up (fancy, right?) and you only have about 30 minutes to get ready. You decide to wear something nice, something to help you with the confidence you’re severely lacking. A floral skirt and a white sweater material tank top with some white sneakers and, of course, loads of gold jewelry. You fix some weightless curls in your hair and a little light makeup to complete the look.

You feel good on the outside, but there’s a thunderstorm of chaos brewing in your mind. You can’t shake the thought that your career may be coming to an end before it can really begin. You’ve gained and lost the chance to be signed all at once, the chance to tour with a massive band that you’ve admired for years, the chance to share your art with the world. It’s being taken away as quickly as it was given.

Is there a chance you’re being dramatic about it all? Absolutely. But you’re used to the constant drama in your life at this point.

You get the call that your ride is awaiting you downstairs in the parking lot of your apartment complex, so you rush your way down to avoid making any more bad impressions by being late. Ivy, Julien and Joe are all in the car waiting. Jay opted to drive himself. He’s never been one for handouts, never one to dampen his massive ego and pride by accepting any sort of help, even something as simple as a car ride.

You sit between Ivy and Julien. No one is saying much as Ivy locks eyes with you and grabs your hand. Her palms are sweaty, she’s just as terrified as you are. You can sense it from her, and she can sense it from you. It's not uncommon for you two to not have to verbally communicate your feelings. Usually you both can tell right away what the other is feeling. A soul sister connection, you often say.

Joe looks at you with his warm, fatherly smile.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hey, Joe.”

“You know, we should’ve planned a little day drinking before this. Some liquid courage would’ve done us all some good, I think.”

You all laugh nervously, and you're thankful for the break in the awkwardness.

The car takes off, dragging you and your anxious thoughts along with it. You want nothing more than to crawl back in bed and forget about the whole thing, forget about the tour, forget about Lilac Moon, all of it.

You want to tell Josh about the meeting, assuming he doesn’t know it's happening, so you decide to text him to let him know about it. Just to keep him in the loop.

You: Wish us luck. Meeting with Lava today. Hope you’re doing well!

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You walk into the large conference room full of people dressed in stiff business wear. You’re immediately seated at a table opposite of about six executives who stare at you with knives in their eyes sharp enough to penetrate your soul. Cold, unwelcoming and quiet. Discomfort rings in the atmosphere.

Jay is late. Big surprise. So, you’re forced to sit in the room with silence so loud your eardrums feel they could burst from the awkward white noise while you await his arrival.

Julien is nearly bursting at the seams with the need to fill the air with something less painfully silent. He’s usually the one to ease almost any uncomfortable situation, but even this is too much for him.

Joe is busy speaking quietly with someone on the other end of the room, of what context you aren’t sure, but it looks important as he’s flailing his arms about in a manner that tells you he isn’t happy.

This isn’t going well. And you fear it’ll only get worse from here.

“Well, since we seem to have most of you here, we can begin going over a few matters of importance.” Finally, someone speaks. Is it making you feel any better about the situation? Nope. But does it help you get closer to the end of this shit fest? Absolutely.

“My name is Jason Flom. I’m the founder and CEO of Lava Records.”

Oh fuck.

“I’ll start with this: we try to only allow for openers of our signed acts to also be signed with us. Helps promotion and avoids any competition with other labels. Now, we’re not opposed to an act on their own independence. We’ve done it plenty in the past. But it causes a bit of conflict when promoting the shows.”

He stands up and moves his way closer to your side of the table. “I won’t lie, we were fully prepared to go forward with the addition of your group to our label. We’ve been impressed with what we’ve seen. But, outbursts such as the one at The Basement are unacceptable. You must know that. Simply put, it’s a risk to us as well as you. It doesn’t look good. In the event that we decided to allow you to open despite not being signed with us, it still wouldn’t look good for our headliners.”

Joe overhears and comes over to your rescue. The three of you are so inexperienced with these sorts of things.

“Sir, I can personally guarantee that this will absolutely never happen again. These are good kids. They just want to share their talents. Jay has his issues, yes. But he’s damn good at what he does. He’s a professional. What happened is out of the ordinary. He wasn’t in his right state of mind.”

“Joe, is it? With all due respect, if he’s a professional as you state, he’d be here. He’s greatly ruining any chances of progression here. When I sign an act, I have to know I can trust them. Once they sign that contract, they represent us. They are no longer their own entity. They have a massive label supporting their work and promoting them. If we have any inclination that there’s a risk involved, we don’t proceed.”

You turn to look at Ivy and Julien, both of them with worry and terror plastered across their faces.

“But I’ll admit, we’re quite excited about what you all are doing. It’s something different, something we don’t have enough of. Your music would be a fantastic addition to our label. And, as I’m sure you know, you have a few mighty influences willing to stand up to bat for you.”

You get butterflies in your stomach hearing that, knowing exactly who he’s speaking of. The sheer fact that they have been adamant about sharing their tour with you…it’s magical. It still doesn’t feel real.

“Regardless of that, we need to know that this isn’t a risk. Their voices only carry so much weight. I also understand you’ve already signed with the booking manager. While that contract is valid, we hold the final say.”

Just then, Jay finally walks in. To your shock, he’s dressed to the nines. Slacks, necktie and all.

“So sorry to keep you all waiting.” He’s walking around greeting everyone, even shaking hands and introducing himself.

What fuck is he doing.

He then meets each of you in a hug, finally taking a seat directly next to you.

This is absolutely not like him.

“Jay, I presume. Nice of you to join. We were just talking about the major risk we’re facing signing Lilac Moon that, incidentally, is due to you. What you did is completely unacceptable. It’s not what we want representing Lava. We simply won’t have it. You could have ruined many great opportunities for yourself and your band mates.”

Your face is red hot with fear.. You know you can't control the way Jay reacts, but right now you wish he came with a remote.

He’s taking an awkwardly long time to respond. So long that it feels like an eternity has already passed.

Your career is now in his hands. What he’ll do with it? No one knows. That’s the scary part.

“I would like to formally and sincerely apologize for what occurred. It isn’t what Lilac Moon stands for and it’s not the foundation on which we built our dreams.”

Oh, his plan is to kiss ass. Great.

You’re fighting the unrelenting need to roll our eyes.

“I give you my word that nothing of the sort will happen ever again. We take this seriously. Our music…” he pauses for dramatic effect, moving his arms towards you, Ivy and Julien, “…it’s what keeps us breathing.”

Oh dear lord.

“My band mates and I would be nothing but indebted to you if you choose to trust that we are genuine in our apology.”

OUR apology?

“Being signed with Lava Records is a dream that, if seen through, would change everything for us.” He reaches around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as he comes to the end of his bullshit speech.

It’s taking everything in your power to not shove him off as you force out a smile.

“It’s your lucky day, guys, because I’m feeling awfully generous.”

He bought that?

“I have a good feeling about Lilac Moon, and my intuition never fails me. We have the contracts made up and ready to go.”

He did it. He fucking did it, the bastard.

“But this isn’t a ‘three strike and you're out’ kind of thing. This is one and done. One outburst, and it’s over. We have every right to break contract. Does everyone understand? Even if it means you’re out of the band, Jay, and that was almost a possibility. We’ll do whatever means necessary.”

You all nod your heads in agreement, eyes wide with stun. Jay is nothing if not a fantastic bullshitter, and for once, it’s working in your favor.

“Like I always say,” Mr. Flom continues, “it starts with the music. And despite the recent event with your guitarist here, your music is wonderful. It resonates with you, and more importantly it resonates with your audience. We’ve seen how they respond to you. The connection you have with them is astounding. You convey the kind of emotion we find enticing in a performance. It’s a wonderful thing to see, especially in such young artists.”

Artist: that word means the entire world to you. It means even more coming from a top music executive who’s been in the business longer than you’ve been alive, someone whose overseen the success of hundreds of incredible acts.

Mr. Flom is validating you in ways you’ve desperately needed since the very beginning of Lilac Moon, and if you’re being honest, since the beginning of your whole life.

You’ve gotten used to being in the background, to not being noticed. Being shoved aside while the other, more important people take the spotlight.

To hear that your work has been noticed, that your bandmates who’ve worked so fucking hard to be here are being noticed, it’s the most indescribable feeling.

Music is an emotional, otherworldly experience for you. It means, quite literally, everything. From the days of your childhood when it was all you had to survive, all you had that put a smile on your face, to when you grew up and realized that pursuing music was the only option for you, that your dad had meticulously placed it in your life for a reason.

“I’d like to go over a few things regarding the contract. The contract states that you will complete 3 full length albums, along with promotion of said albums. You know, tours, music videos, interviews, things of that nature. Now, that is up for revision. After the first album, we will go back and look at adding more to the contract. I understand you’re already working on your first full length album, how close are you towards the completion?”

You’re all still in utter shock and no one speaks up right away, causing Mr. Flom to cock an impatient eyebrow in your general direction.

“Um, we have several songs written,” your voice is noticeably shaky, so you clear your throat a bit in an effort to relieve some of the tension “…and we’ve recorded two songs in full, just in need of a little mixing and post production editing.”

“Wonderful. I’d like you to send me everything you have so far. I want you to know that you pretty much have all creative control. We don’t step in much unless it’s for approval of a project, or if we feel something could potentially be damaging to the company and the image.”

Mr. Flom looks directly at Jay during that statement. Jay simply smiles at him with a wide, shit eating grin that you’ve seen dozens of times, the one he uses when he’s trying to cover his ass.

“I do want to ask you about one track in particular. I believe it’s titled Alone Again. A bit controversial given its introduction at The Basement, but is that one in the works to be featured on your album?”

That song. You love it, but you hate it all at the same time. The emotions it triggers, the feelings it forces you to be vulnerable with, and now it’s poisoned with the incident with Jay.

“I will say,” Mr. Flom continues his thought, “it’s one of those songs that I hear and instantly become drawn to. I felt the same when I heard Highway Tune for the first time. That’s what did it for me, that’s when I knew we had to sign them. Alone Again gives me that exact feeling.”

Of course you want it on the album, or at least you did. The thought of going through the process of recording this number isn’t a pleasant one, but if Mr. Flom thinks it’s a hit, well, you’re inclined to take his word for it. He seems to know what he’s talking about.

“I think we’d definitely want to feature it.” Julien says after looking at you for assurance. You simply smiled at him, letting him know you were on the same page.

“I think you all have a wonderful social media presence, and I appreciate how you treat your fans. They seem more like your friends. You keep them involved and make them feel included. It’s important to keep on this path. It’s clear you’re grateful to them and that you all genuinely care for them.”

The fans. They come first. You’ve been able to form some beautiful relationships with those who love your music, those who care enough to come to your shows and support your dreams. You’ve met some of the most lovely people in the span of your career and Lilac Moon would be nothing if it wasn’t for them. It’s always been important to you that they feel included on your journey. If not for them, none of this would be a reality.

“I encourage you to be even more active online. It’s never a bad idea to hire a social media manager, as well.”

The proposal has come up a time or two to hire someone to take control of your online activity, but you’ve all made it your number one priority to officially hire Joe first, to be sure that he’s paid properly. He’s always said that he isn’t in it for the money, but you’ve all felt a sense of guilt for him not being compensated well enough for everything he’s done for Lilac Moon. Needless to say, that will happen before you decide on a social media manager.

The meeting ends on a rather high note with you all signing the contracts, being sure to go over them in heavy detail first, of course.

And finally, it's done.

Lilac Moon is now a signed act.

Emotions are running high as you all leave the office building. You and Ivy having a hard time containing the happy tears, Julien in full smiles and even Jay, who can’t stop hugging and thanking Joe.

This is what you’ve worked towards.

This is it.

It’s been a tiring, wonderful journey to get here. It seems like it’s all happened so fast, but it’s all happening for a reason.

Now, it’s time to really focus on the tour and the first album. Recording will begin very, very soon and there’s so much still to do.

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You and Ivy make it back to your apartment for some much needed best friend time.

You realize you haven’t checked your phone since before the meeting started earlier today. You anxiously grab it from your bag hoping for a response from Josh.

Alas, nothing.

While you’re not surprised, it hurts nonetheless. You don’t want to keep bugging him, but you have to tell him the good news, so you go ahead and send him another text, telling yourself this will be it for a while until he responds.

You: Josh! It’s official! We’re signed and the tour is set! (again,lol) I’m sure you’ve already heard from your team, I just wanted to tell you myself. I can’t thank you enough. I’m not sure we could’ve done it without you and your support.

You stare at your phone for a few seconds hoping to somehow manifest a response, but you’re left staring at your own message instead.

You decide to put it down for a while and keep yourself busy.

You and Ivy spend the rest of the day going over wardrobe ideas for the tour. There’s not much time before the first show, just a little over two months, so you both want to get right on top of figuring out something incredible to wear. Coordinated, of course. Jay and Julien will have no choice but to humor you both and coordinate their outfits with yours, too.

This is a big deal and you want to look the part. You want to look like you belong up there, that you deserve to be opening for them. You want to look like you have your shit together as a band, even though sometimes you truly don’t thanks to your guitarist.

Before you know it, a few hours have gone by. You’ve fought the urge to check your phone this long, but you’re unable to keep yourself from looking any longer.

You pick it up, click the screen on…nothing.

You’re starting to wonder if he’s purposefully ignoring you. You’ve been trying to shove those thoughts down, convincing yourself that he’s just extremely busy and doesn’t have time to respond.

But the longer you go like this, the more you begin to think that maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you. He’s not interested in anything more than a work relationship. You are, afterall, just part of the opening act. It’s their show, not yours. This isn’t for you, it’s for them. They needed to fill that spot last minute for their tour, and Lilac Moon was easily accessible to them.

Maybe that’s the only reason he was being so kind to you, to get you to agree to the tour.

No, y/n. Don’t think that way. He’s not like that. He’s not Jay, for God’s sake.

As quickly as those thoughts creep up, you push them aside. You simply won’t allow yourself to think that way. He’s just busy, that’s all.

That’s all.

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Today is the day of the social media announcement. Gretas team will announce it first, then Lilac Moon is in the clear to share the tour.

All of the paper work and meetings made it legally official, but there’s something about making it public to the world that makes it feel actually real.

Their post is set to go live at 12:00pm eastern standard time, so 11:00am Nashville time.

Ivy, Julien and Jay all come over to your place so you can share this moment together as a band.

10:37am

“Holy shit. Holy shit holy SHIT!” Ivy yells as she paces the entirety of your apartment.

“Ivy! Calm down, you’re making me nervous!”

“Y/n, how the hell am I supposed to be calm? They’re about to announce us on their socials. It’s a big deal, y/n!”

Julien sits down next to you on the couch, placing a hand on your bouncing knee.

“Hey, relax. This is a good thing! This is only the beginning for us.”

“I know Julie, I know. Thank you.”

He squeezes your knee and smiles at you before turning his attention to Jay, who has hardly said a word.

“How you doin’ over there, Jay?”

“I’m just fine, Jules. Just ready to get this thing going so these two will calm down.”

10:45am

You get up from the couch, deciding that staying still is not working out for you and your restlessness. You meet Ivy in the kitchen while she’s staring at your keurig intently as it’s pouring her a cup of coffee.

“How you holding up, Iv?”

“I’m pretty damn nervous, but that’s a given. How are you, though? Is he still ignoring you?”

“I don’t think he’s ignoring me, he’s just busy. You know, there is a massive world tour starting up in two months. He’s just…he’s got a lot on his plate. I doubt he’s even had the chance to pick his phone up much.”

She looks at you with sincere eyes and a compassionate smile.

“It’s okay if you’re hurt about it, y/n. I swear, you’re always making excuses for people. It’s like you refuse to believe that people can intentionally do wrong.”

“I mean, yeah, it hurts a little. But it’s not like we’re a thing, you know? We shared a kiss in the heat of the moment, that’s it. Nothing serious.”

“It’s okay to admit that what he’s doing isn’t okay.”

“I know, Ivy. I just don’t want to make it a bigger deal than it is.”

“He led you on in a vulnerable state, made you feel wanted when you haven’t felt that in ages from a man, knows exactly what Jay put you through, and then ghosted you. It is a big deal, especially if it hurts you. He’s an amazing person, but he isn’t perfect. And remember, he is, in fact, still a man. You know how I feel about that specific species.”

You hate to admit it, but she's right. You opened your heart to him. You told him some incredibly hard things, and then he just disappeared. You know it’s not the end of the world. But, it’s hard for you to open up to people, and it’s for this very reason. You’re afraid of bearing it all only to be left alone in the end.

Before you can formulate a response, you glance at your phone to check the time.

10:58am

“Oh, shit. It’s almost time, Ivy.”

The two of you race into the living room to be with the guys. Even Jay can’t contain his excitement.

11:00am

“Oh my GOD!” you yell as your phone receives a notification.

Greta Van Fleet mentioned you in a post:

You click the link that takes you directly to Instagram.

@/gretavanfleet: “We are pleased to announce that the talented @/lilacmoon will be joining us to open for select shows. We are thrilled to share the stage with them in 8-weeks time, starting things off in Music City! Tickets available at the link in bio.”

You all sit in silence for a moment until it’s broken by an excited screech from Ivy as she notices a quick influx of followers coming in on the Lilac Moon instagram page.

“Well, I guess it’s our turn, now.”

You share the post to the bands story, captioned with:

“We’re elated to share with you that we will be joining @/gretavanfleet on the road. See you all soon!”

You take a deep sigh of relief. Another giant step towards this all becoming a reality.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

Last night was your first performance since the announcement of the tour, and you couldn’t help but notice the changes. For one, there were a lot more people in the crowd. Faces you’ve never seen before mixed with faces you’ve seen tons of times. You were shocked that so many came up to you and your bandmates after the show to tell you they had just discovered your music, that they were huge fans of Greta Van Fleet and how excited they were to see you touring with them. You took more photos with fans last night than you ever had.

Your music is already amassing a larger following, and it’s an indescribable feeling to hear of people finding your music and loving it as much as you love creating it.

You weren’t entirely surprised to see a few more familiar faces in the crowd last night, those of the drummer and bassist of the band you’re opening for soon. They even stayed after words to chat with some fans, take some photos and hangout with you all backstage for a bit. They are so incredibly humble and sweet, and they’re quickly becoming some of your dearest friends.

You also weren’t surprised at the absence of Josh. Had you hoped he’d show up and put an end to his aversion towards you? Of course. But, you knew better. You had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that he wouldn’t be there. You went against your better judgment and sent him a message inviting him, with no response back from him. Ivy was angry with you for doing that.

“Stop making yourself so available to him, y/n. All you’re doing is hurting yourself. Just give it up.” she said.

You didn’t dare ask Sam or Danny about it, afraid to make it a bigger deal than you wanted it to be. You also didn’t want to come off as desperate. Although, a part of you had to bite your tongue in an effort to stop yourself from begging them to tell you what the hell his problem is.

Nevertheless, last night was spectacular and everything went off without a hitch.

Fortunately, you won’t have too much time to worry about Josh as your next few weeks are filled to the brim.

Something you were warned about in a meeting with your newly signed record label was how much you would be approached about interviews once it’s announced that you’re going on tour. In a matter of a few short days, Joe has already had several calls and emails from the media.

So far, you’ve agreed to a podcast with The Rock Revival that will feature new artists on their way up, and interviews with NPR and Music Week magazines all coming up soon.

You’ve done interviews before, but never on this scale.

You were advised by Lava Records to not do too many, though, as to keep from spoiling too much about the tour and to keep things a bit on the mysterious side as Greta’s team likes to do.

You also have a recording session coming up later this week for the album.

So, needless to say, you will be able to keep yourself busy and preoccupied. Your career is on the rise, and it’s time to put that at the forefront.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

“Y/n, are you almost ready?” Ivy yells across your apartment. “We needed to leave like five minutes ago!”

You’re hurriedly getting ready for your appearance on The Rock Revival podcast. You overslept and woke up only 15 minutes ago to Ivy nearly pounding your bedroom door down.

“Yes, Ivy! Give me two minutes. My hairs a fucking mess!”

You hear an obnoxiously loud, frustrated sigh coming from the other side of your place, to which you just roll your eyes.

You’re annoyed with yourself for sleeping in, because now you have basically no time to get ready and will have to just make do with whatever look you’re able to come up with in such a short amount of time.

“Okay, I’m ready. Let’s hurry and get the fuck out of here.” you say as you come hurling out of your bedroom while struggling to get your shoes on.

Ivy is still sitting on the couch, not moving and staring at her phone.

“Ivy! Come on, we have to go! You’ve been up my ass this whole time and now you-”

“Y/n, come here.”

“What is it?” you say as you walk towards her.

She doesn’t say a word, just turns the screen of her phone in your direction.

Photos of Josh just hit social media, photos of him out and about. Going to shows, meeting up with fans, being spotted all around Nashville.

One photo in particular is one you recognize from a show, one that you were well aware of as it was the same night as your last show. There’s pictures of him from that night with fans, backstage with the band, and he even shared a few to his own account.

“He still hasn’t responded to you?”

It’s not that big of a deal, y/n. Don’t let it upset you. He doesn’t owe you anything.

“Well, no. But it’s fine, Ivy. He’s not obligated. Now let's go. I really don’t want to be any more late than we already are.”

Ivy took note of your response, and decided to drop it.

You went the rest of the day not paying it any attention. You put it in the back of your mind, so as to be fully present for the interview.

You interviewed over a zoom call that will be featured on the next episode of the podcast, and it went rather well.

While a lot of the interview was focused on the tour, it was also heavily focused on your music and what Lilac Moon has to offer. It served as a wonderful promotion of what matters to you the most: the music.

The interview was just you and Ivy which made you feel more comfortable. Your chemistry together is undeniably enthralling, so you feel it made for a fantastic show.

Now you’re home, taking the evening to wind down a bit with your wine glass in hand, your favorite scary movie playing, and your most comfortable pajamas on while you cuddle up on the couch.

You’re doing your best to not let your mind wander about Josh. You’ve done everything you can to convince yourself to not take anything too personally.

You’ve got just under two months until the beginning of the tour and there’s still so, so much to do. That's what needs your attention, nothing else.

It’s clear I’m being ignored. So, this is it. No more. I’m not going to put myself in any more situations to get hurt. He’s not worth it. It’s time to focus on what truly matters.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

Two days until opening night

The last several weeks have been hectic. Interviews, tour prep, narrowing down setlists, figuring out stage looks…it’s been all consuming. Not to mention several shows at lots of different bars and multiple days at the recording studio for the upcoming album.

Time has gone by so quickly that you’ve hardly had time to let everything sink in.

You still haven’t heard from Josh, and you’ve not reached out in weeks. He hasn’t come to a single show of yours even though his brothers have made it to most of them.

You’re nervous at the prospect of seeing him within the next few days. You’re not sure what you’ll say when you see him, if you’ll say anything at all.

I’ll just avoid him. Like he’s been avoiding me. I won’t give it the energy. It’s not worth it.

You’re at the Bridgestone Arena in downtown Nashville with the band, learning the venue and stage, and taking the time to get in a little extra rehearsing before the headliners make their way in for their rehearsals.

This is the largest stage you’ve ever set foot on. It’s overwhelming, but in the most wonderful way.

You stand here alone for a spell, staring at the thousands upon thousands of seats that will be filled in a matter of mere hours.

It’s massive, and you feel so small. Too small for the likes of a place like this.

Up until now, you’ve only dreamt of standing on a stage of this magnitude, and now it’s finally coming to fruition. Just a week ago you were performing in small, dingy bars. Now, your music will ring through the halls of an actual stadium.

“You ready to do a little ditty? Let's give this dump a proper test run.” Julien says jokingly as he breaks you from your trance.

“I am absolutely ready, Julie.”

Ivy and Jay make their way to their instruments as you walk to the mic stand. This is your first time ever using a cordless mic on stage.

Finally, I won’t have that tripping hazard to worry about.

There’s a set of in-ears sitting there for you, and you suddenly remember that you’ve never used these things before. You’ve never had the need for them and you’ve always thought of them as being reserved for the best of the best.

You start to put them in, trying to figure them out when Ivy strums a chord on her bass that’s particularly loud and startles you, causing you to rip the little monitor out instantly and tangling the chords around you and your hair in the process.

“SHIT, Ivy! A little warning next time, damn.”

The whole group starts laughing, and you hear a faint laugh off in the distance that you recognize. A familiar sound you haven’t heard in quite some time.

You see Josh making his way up from backstage. You feel your chest could explode from the heavy pounding of your heart.

“Those things can be a bit tricky. And quite painful if you’re not careful about volume control.” he says as he walks closer and closer to you.

You try your best to avoid eye contact, in fact, you’d like to pretend that he isn’t even here altogether.

“Josh! Hey, man! How’s it been?” Julien gets up from his drum throne to meet him in a Julien-famous hug, and Ivy quickly follows suit in greeting the singer.

Jay simply waves in his general direction, not even bothering to look at him. Typical.

He watches as you’re struggling to get untangled from the chord of your ear monitor and he attempts to help you out of the mess. “Man, these things. A pain in my ass is what they are.” he says.

You wanted to give him the cold shoulder, ignore his presence entirely, but Josh clearly isn’t going to let that happen.

“I’ve never used them before. I have no idea what I’m doing.” You puff your breath in irritation and give up trying to untangle yourself. You give in and just let him take over.

With a tender touch, he twists and maneuvers the chords out of your hair and uses his fingers to brush it back down in place, tucking it behind your ears. Those butterflies are becoming ever present in your stomach.

So much for being upset with him.

“Aha! Free at last from your confines!” he says with a dramatic flair as he tosses the monitors aside and wraps you in a hug, swaying you from side to side.

“I’ve missed you. I’m sorry.” he says quietly in your ear.

You want to be mad at him. You want him to know that he hurt your feelings. But God, it’s impossible. He smells so good, he feels so warm. It’s like you’ve completely forgotten his silence.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

He breaks the hug after a few minutes and smiles at you before he grabs the monitors.

“Okay, first lesson on in-ears,” he attaches the receiver pack to the back of your jeans, lightly brushing your hip in the process. “...you’ll want to use both earphones. Using only one isn’t really enough to hear properly, so the volume would have to be set rather high and that could damage your hearing.” he says softly while he starts gently placing them in your ears. “S’that feel okay?” You can feel every word he says on your skin, his breath brushing against your hair. “You want them to fit pretty tight,” his fingers grace the shell of your ear, then move slowly to ghost over your earlobe as he adjusts the fit, “so they don’t fall out. But not so tight that you can’t easily remove them if you need a little break.” His voice is a gentle, low whisper, and his lips are dangerously close to you as he adjusts the devices to fit you just right. You watch him as he’s intently making sure they’re placed comfortably on you. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as his eyes dart back and forth between yours and your ear, a small grin peeking out of the corner of his mouth.

You’re not sure you can begin to understand it, but the way he’s helping you with this is turning you on to no end. His voice, his careful touch, his breath fanning your skin…you’re feeling nearly helpless against your own thoughts when you suddenly realize he’s stopped speaking, that he’s waiting on you to speak.

“Um, yeah, yeah. I think that feels good.” You say, desperately trying to sound somewhat more composed than you truly are, but knowing you’ve failed miserably as your body language is betraying you. He can read you like a book, he can see right through you. And if you had to guess, based on his actions and the hitch in his breath, he’s feeling the same way.

He shows you how to adjust the volume on the pack and what channels to be on.

“Go ahead and run through a few numbers and see if they feel okay.” he says as he leaves the stage to stand in the pit area.

Ivy, Jay and Julien all helped each other get their in-ears situated and they’re ready to start playing.

You have a few songs that are typically your go to for sound checks, and Jay begins playing the opening chords of one of them with the other two following his lead.

You’ve never heard your band in an area quite like this, and the sound is absolutely unbelievable. It’s such a full sound, something you know you’ll never quite get used to.

You’re in such shock that you miss your cue to start singing and the band has to play the intro again.

You adjust the volume of your in-ears a bit, but for the most part, they are perfect and you’re very grateful for them in a space this large, especially once it fills up with screaming fans.

You see Josh watching you, smiling nearly ear to ear, singing along, cheering you on.

His presence adds so much energy.

Suddenly, as you’re in the middle of the song, Danny, Jake and Sammy all walk in and join their brother in cheering and clapping for Lilac Moon.

“Encore! Encore!” they all yell in unison.

You sound check a few more tunes until you all feel comfortable, and the guys join you on stage to help you get stuff put away and organized.

“So, a Beatles bass, huh? That’s a badass apparatus. Fantastic color, too.” Sam says to Ivy as he picks up her bass to strum a few chords.

“Man, such steller sound from these things.” he says while playing a lick you all recognize as the one from Stardust Chords. “I swear McCartney came out of the womb playing one.”

“The Stones are far superior to The Beatles.” Jake says as he walks up to Sam and Ivy.

“Says the man who doesn’t know music.” utters Josh.

Ivy is undoubtedly the world's biggest Beatles fanatic, and you know for a fact that she won’t let anyone say such things without a good fight.

“Are you out of your mind, Jacob? The Stones would be nothing if it hadn’t been for The Beatles. They are musical pioneers, and The Stones just used what The Beatles pioneered to their advantage. Everything The Beatles did, they did.”

Jake is looking at her with his mouth agape, eyes opened wide behind his sunglasses as it seems he wasn’t anticipating her to challenge him. But, you and your bandmates know your bassist better than that.

“The versatility of George alone trumps anything Keith could ever handle. Don’t even get me going on Paul's beautiful melodic playing versus Bill’s solely, boring rhythmic take. And John's triplets will never be matched. So, your opinion, while you’re allowed to have it, is simply corrupt and frankly, entirely wrong.”

Everyone is silently awaiting Jake’s response, but it appears she has rendered him speechless as he’s standing there staring at her with a small grin gracing his lips.

“And their songwriting? There’s no comparison to the duo that is Lennon and McCartney, and the masterpieces that came from the intricately wonderful mind of George.” she says with her arms crossed. “Shall I continue or have you had enough?”

“Brother, you’ve met your match. Congratulations.” Sam says as he mockingly shakes Jake's hand, giving him a sly pat on the back while setting Ivy’s bass back in its case.

“Hell yeah, girl. That’s what I’m talking about.” says Danny as he gives Ivy a high five. “This one knows what she’s talking about.”

“I suppose my counterarguments will get me nowhere,” Jake says through a giggle, “so I won’t even try.”

Julien can hardly contain his laughter. “It’s in your best interest, Jake. You’ll never get the last word in no matter how hard you try.”

Jake pushes his glasses down his nose to throw Ivy a wink as she smiles at him.

“Yep, that’s what I thought.” she says with her hands on her hips.

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

You’re backstage checking out the dressing rooms you’ve been assigned.

The room you and Ivy will share is huge. Much larger than you’ve ever had at any other venue. It has a beautiful vanity with lights all around the mirror, its own mini fridge, and even a couch.

Josh walks in to join you, leaning on the doorframe as he watches you take it all in.

“So what do you think? It’s pretty nice, isn’t it? Not quite fit for a queen, but damn close.”

He takes a seat on the couch, and you come over to sit next to him.

“Did I do something, Josh?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been over two months. I know you’ve been busy, and so have I but you could’ve just told me you’re not interested. Instead, you just blew me off, and now you’re acting like everythings fine. I’m just confused.”

“I know. I don’t have any real excuse so I won’t make one. But it’s not that I’m not interested.”

“Then what is it? Why didn’t you talk to me? You weren’t so busy that you couldn’t go out to shows, post online…so why couldn’t you give me a single response?”

“I have to be honest with you.” he says with a drawn out sigh.

“Please.”

“Our team, well, they were giving me a hard time about this.” He gestures his arms back and forth between the two of you. “They were warning me about negative publicity for the band. Well, for you, too. They were worried people would talk, that they would think this is some kind of weighted thing given the tour, that Lilac Moon was chosen for this reason alone. They seriously advised me to cut things off, keep it surface level. I gave in, y/n. I just did what they told me to.”

Oh.

Somehow, you’re not feeling any better about the whole thing.

“I should’ve just told them to fuck off. This is my life, not theirs to dictate on or off the stage. I'm truly so sorry. I realized a while ago that I should’ve just been open about it with you, but I felt it was too far gone.”

You’re trapped in your thoughts, not sure what to say. You believe him, of course. But that’s not the point.

He made the conscious choice to shrug you off after making you believe there was something special between the two of you. Coming on incredibly strong and making you feel important, then just dropping you as if you didn’t exist on the same planet, with not an ounce of explanation.

“I understand if you’re angry with me, and if you’re hurt,” he says after an extended period of silence from you. “I fucked up. I just hope I didn’t ruin this tour for you. I truly believe Lilac Moon is meant to be here and I know that you guys will soar to new heights after this.”

“Well, I am a little hurt, but I’m not angry. I get it. This business is all about image. I wouldn’t want to be the reason yours is tainted, and I certainly don’t want people thinking this whole thing was set up.”

“I couldn’t give two shits less about my image, y/n. My life is more than how I’m perceived by people that haven’t a clue about me beyond the pyrotechnics and jumpsuits.” You laugh a little at this, and he seems relieved to see you smile. “But I can promise that you could never taint my image, y/n. I mean, shit. If anything, you’d make me look a lot better.” He grabs your hands with both of his and holds on tightly.

“It’s no one's business what goes on between us. No one needs to know. It’s our lives, not theirs. I was wrong to let them convince me that they had a say.”

You look down at his hands that are holding yours, his thumbs tracing circles over the tops of your fingers.

“What is going on between us, Josh?”

He sighs deeply, “I guess I can't quite say for sure, but what I do know is I’m drawn to you. You pulled me into your orbit, dammit, and I haven’t stopped rotating since. You completely thew me off my axis.”

You pull your hands away from him.

“Could’ve had me fooled the last two months…” you say with a tinge of irritation. “...because if that’s how you truly feel, you would’ve at the very least told me about what was happening instead of making me believe I had done something wrong.”

“I know, y/n. I mean, fuck…I should’ve just listened to my brothers. They were fuming with me.”

“I don’t want to cause any problems, Josh. Maybe…maybe we take the advice of your team and just keep it professional. They’re right, you know. Things could get rather messy. I don’t want to be the reason there’s any adversity. I think we just need to focus on our careers. Lilac Moon needs all of my time right now, and I know your brothers need yours.”

His face drops. A bearing of which you’ve never seen from him before.

“Well, alright, y/n. If that’s what you think is best. I won’t argue about it. You’re probably right, anyways.” he says with a quiet, solemn tone.

This isn’t what you want. This isn’t even what you think is ‘best.’ (Although, maybe it truly is.) But you have to put your feelings aside. You don’t want to be hurt again. It’s not that you don’t trust him, it’s that you are genuinely afraid of whatever issues could arise. And, what if it doesn’t work out and you’re stuck in the middle of a tour with him? At the end of it all, your band comes first. Your music comes first.

No. This is what’s best.

You stand up to walk over to the vanity across the room, facing away from him.

“I’m sorry, Josh. My career is important to me. And I know yours is to you. It’s our livelihood. I don’t want to fuck it all up for either one of us.”

He walks over to you, turns you by your shoulders to face him and picks up your hand. He kisses it, gives you what you can tell is a forced smile, and then walks out the door.

You’re suddenly left here alone, questioning whether or not you’ve just made the right choice.

No, this is the right decision. I didn’t sign up for a relationship, or whatever the hell it is he wants. What I want, though, is to further my career. It’s just getting started, and I’ll be damned if I let my stupid feelings stand in the way again.

But that look on his face…

♪°•°∞♬°•°♪°•°∞♬°•°♪

1 day until opening night

You’re back at the venue working out a few minor things with your fellow Lilac Moon compatriots. You’re here to do a triple check in making sure everything is set up properly for tomorrow.

Ivy, Jay and Julien feel there’s nothing else they need worked out, so they decide to leave and get some dinner. You, however, opted to stay at the venue a bit longer. You’ve desperately needed some alone time, and being here, this empty hall that symbolizes the start of something greater than you, feels like the perfect place for it.

The man in the sound booth is long gone by now, but you had him keep everything on for you before he left and show you how to power it all off when you’re done.

You’re walking around the stage alone, mic in hand, singing whatever random tune pops in your mind. The peace and quiet of it all has your mind wandering to places it hasn’t in awhile.

You’re picturing your dad in the empty seats; you’re thinking back to the times you’d sing for him and the proud smile he’d wear on his face.

What you’d give for him to be here, for him to be here right now in this very moment to celebrate with you. This was his world that he made yours. This…it’s all for him.

You’re fighting back tears as you think of him, but smile at the memories and how, without him, you’d be miles away from here.

A song comes to mind that you haven’t heard or thought about in years; The Highwayman. A favorite of your dads. This song taught you how to sing; it helped you find your voice.

You haven’t sung it in what feels like an entire lifetime. It’s always been too difficult, too painful.

Without a second thought, you start singing it to yourself in the mic, eyes closed, imagining your dad here with you, until suddenly…

“You sound lovely.”

You’re startled and quickly turn around to see Josh standing behind you.

“Jesus, Josh! You scared the hell out of me!” you say half out of anger, but find yourself unable to hide the smile that’s daring to grace your lips at the sight of him.

He laughs a little at your reaction, “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you. What are you still doing here? It’s awfully late.”

“Just wanted to be alone here for a while. Something about the arena being so desolate…it’s quite calming.”

“Oh, well I’ll leave you then. I’m sorry to disturb you.”

He starts to walk away, but you protest embarrassingly quickly.

“No, no! It’s fine. I’m actually glad you’re here, but why are you here?”

“Hm,” he contemplates for a moment, “probably the same reasons you are. I actually get rather nervous before a show and like to have some time to myself in the empty venues. I like to meditate here, to give my spirit time to prepare.”

You smile to yourself, realizing that you’re both very similar in this way. You can’t help but find it awfully endearing that he still gets nervous after performing all these years, as if he isn’t the most transcendental being when he hits the stage.

“So, Stevie Nicks, huh? That’s a fantastic song.” he says as he takes a seat at Sam’s piano that’s already on stage for tomorrow night's show.

“Yeah, it was one of my dads favorites. We’d listen to that album all the time.”

He plays a few keys, which you instantly recognize as the beginning notes of the song.

“What? Are you telling me Josh plays something other than the vocals?”

“I dabble here and there. I mean I’m no Beethoven,” he says through a chuckle, “but I can find my way around this thing.”

He continues playing the intro as you walk over to take a seat next to him.

“Sing for me, yeah?”

“Alas, he was the highwayman

The one who comes and goes

And only the highwaywoman

Keeps up with the likes of those”

You watch as his fingers meticulously stroke the keys, his face beautifully contorted in concentration.

“And he in all his glory

Was far ahead of her

But she was never sorry

For wishes that would burn”

He looks up at you, his eyes focused on yours as he fights the grin coming to his lips. He takes a deep breath, then begins to harmonize with you.

“Her horse is like a dragonfly

She is just a fool

And she wonders is this real

Or does she just want to be queen

And he fights the way he feels

Is this the end of a dream?”

Your voices echo in the still quiet of the arena as you and Josh share the massive space together. Alone in the peace of the moment as you sing, preparing for your life to change entirely in this very place tomorrow night, finding yourself unable to tear yourself away from his amber eyes.

“Today and still today they ride

Will they ever win

He the glory, she the love

And still they try again”

To be continued…

Chapter 5

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 2 years ago

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Little Heart

Josh Kiszka X fem reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: oral (m&f rec), fingering, pegging, dirty talk,

(This won’t be for everyone so it’s it not your cup of tea just don’t read it, also it’s not proofread so sorry for any typos xoxo)

You stood at the kitchen counter cooking one of Josh's favorite meals when you heard the door to his home studio/office combo open and close. He had been in there all day working on whatever Josh worked on. It was his sanctuary, and it was an unspoken rule that when he was in there, he wanted to be alone. Josh got distracted easily and when he wanted to work you both knew he needed to be alone and away from distractions. This wasn't something that bothered you, because you also needed alone time, that on top of the fact that Josh showered you with enough attention in 5 minutes to last days.

You looked up as he turned the corner. His steps were slow and his lids looked heavy. He was in a pair of linen shorts that were sitting low on his waist. His eyes met yours and he gave you a soft half smile.

"Whatcha making love?" He asked as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling his chin on your shoulder.

"Eggplant parm" you replied, but you were sure he wasn't listening. He had his face nuzzled into your neck and hair, taking a deep breath of you as he snuck his hand into your shirt and rubbed circles with his thumb over your stomach.

"Sounds good" He mumbled against your skin. He stayed like this, with his arms wrapped around you as you finished prepping the dish for the oven. He occasionally press a simple kiss to your neck or shoulder, or give your hip a squeeze, but he never left his spot against you. He got like this sometimes, after a long day or when he was tired. He would get touchy, clingy, needy. You loved it, you loved feeling treasured. Loved knowing that just holding you made him feel better.

"Josh, I have to put this in the oven" You said with a small laugh, "You have to let go" He reluctantly let go, and leaned against the counter as you put the pan into the oven. Then he put his hand out, you took it and he twirled you slowly into him, with your back flush against his chest as you stood between his legs. Your arms crossed in front of you and Josh holding both of your hands in his as he asked you to tell him about your day. He knew you had been home all day and that everything you'd say would be mundane, but you knew he just wanted to hear you talk. He rested his head against your shoulder and listened to all you had to say, humming in agreement or nodding every so often.

When the oven timer went off you pried yourself from his grip and made a plate for the both of you. Dinner went the same way...Josh had a hand on you the whole time. You looked at him in a moment of silence in conversation and his eyes trailed slowly up and down your form, and then he licked over his bottom lip before averting his eyes away from yours. You knew then, that little tell of submission, what he wanted. Josh was never one to shy away from asking for what he wanted, but he liked that you could pick up on things without him asking. Once you had both finished eating you grabbed his plate and went to move for the kitchen. Josh stood and followed behind you, taking a spot next to you to help with dishes.

"I know you're tired," You said sweetly as you caressed his cheek, "Why don't you go shower, I got this"

"Alright," He pressed a kiss to your temple and padded off towards the bathroom. You quickly washed both plates and put away leftovers. Then, a little too excited for what was to come, you hurried to the bathroom. You carefully opened the door and were welcomed by the blurred vision of Josh on the other side of the foggy glass. You could see him going through the motions of washing his hair, the smell of his shampoo filling the room. You stripped out of your clothes and slid open the shower door. You stepped in behind him, matching his previous movements as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. You pressed your hand to his chest and lower abdomen, holding him to you tightly as he let out a low hum.

"Hey mama," He said so quiet it was almost a whisper.

"Hey Joshy," You mumbled against his neck. His arms hung slack at his side as he craned his neck, silently asking for more kisses. You gladly obliged, kissing slow warm kisses against his jaw and neck. As you did this your hands moved down to his hips. You pressed your fingertips against the ridge of bone there, pressing his ass back into your hips. He groaned at this, his hands instantly finding your thighs and squeezing them,

"Will you" he asked, head still tilted as you sucked at his neck. You paused, smiling against his skin as his hands ran up and down your thighs,

"Will I what?" You asked, hands trailing lower. Your thumbs brushed against his pubic hair as your fingers settled on either side of his cock, still not touching it. You watched his throat bob as he reached around and grabbed your ass,

"Fuck me? Will you fuck me?" He already sounded so fucked out and needy. You moved your hand, lightly wrapping it around his half hard cock. He shuddered as you slowly started stroking him,

"Yeah? You want my cock baby?" you said with your lips next to the shell of his ear, "Want me to fuck you slow and sweet just how you like it?"

"god, please" he moaned, his grip on your ass getting tighter.

"I think I need some incentive," you smirked to yourself as you turned him to face you. His cheeks were already a light shade of pink and his wet curls were sticking to his forehead as his eyes fixed on you, he was hanging on your every word, trying oh so hard to focus as you continued to stroke him.

"Anything," He secreted away to you as he brushed his nose against yours, his eyelids fluttering with each sweep of your thumb over his sensitive tip.

"Make me cum," You said, pausing as he stepped closer and backed you against the wall, "Hands, mouth, cock, I don't care, but make me cum and then I'll fuck you till your little hearts content." He groaned as his eyes raked over you. He reached down, and removed your hand from his length. You watched him curiously, wondering what he was up to. He then took your other wrist and moved both arms above your head. He used one hand to keep your hands pinned there, his other hand groping your breast as his mouth crashed into yours. Your heart rate immediately skyrocketed, sending a rush of wetness between your legs. You moaned into the kiss as Josh toyed with your nipple, twisting and pinching as you arched into him.

"You and I both know you don't need any incentive" He nipped at your lobe as his free hand traveled down your torso, "You like fucking me just as much as I love taking your cock" His sudden forwardness had you feeling even hotter, "Spread these pretty legs." He ordered as he nudged them apart with his knee. He took his cock in his hand and began rubbing the tip against your clit. You rocked your hips forward the best you could with your hands still pinned. You looked at Josh, his brows furrowed as he held his cock against you, thrusting ever so slightly, using your slick to rub his length against your clit, but never entering you. He watched himself sliding against you, his mouth hanging open, "I want to fuck you so bad," He mused to himself more than you, "But I don't want to cum yet, and I won't be able to stop myself if I feel this perfect cunt wrapped around me,"

"Josh," You whined. You weren't sure when the tables had turned, but they had. He let go of his cock and replaced it with his fingers, his eyes moving up to yours,

"I'm right aren't I?" He rasped as his fingers slid into you, "You love fucking me." You nodded, more than willing to admit it. The corner of his mouth twitched up as he started to curl his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit, "What is it about it hm?" he leaned closer as his fingers worked you, "Is it being in control? Is it the noises I make?"

"Yes," Your head was spinning as he spoke, thinking back to every time you'd ever fucked him, that coil in your stomach tightening,

"Tell me, I want to hear you say it" his mouth attacked your neck as his fingers worked with more intent,

"You-you take it so well" He groaned against your skin as you spoke, "You always sound so pretty, and-" You paused as a moan slipped past your lips, "Fuck Josh- I know how much you like it and- fuck I'm going to cum"

"Give it to me," he released your hands and abruptly sunk to his knees, his mouth finding your clit and sucking as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You nearly doubled over, your hands tangling in his wet curls as your orgasm washed over you. As you came back down and your head cleared you looked down to see him languidly licking up your release. God, he was a fucking dream. You tugged on his hair, pulling his mouth from your heat. The whimper that came out of him when you did this had you reeling,

"Go get on the bed" you ordered "Face down" He rose to his feet, half hazardly drying off before hurrying off into the bedroom. You followed suit, quickly tying your wet hair into a messy bun atop your head. You walked out into the room to see he had done as you asked. He was laying with his head resting on his hands and he looked back at you when you entered the room. You were wordless as you walked over to the nightstand, he turned his head, not taking his eyes off of you as you opened the drawer and pulled out the modestly sized strap the two of you had picked. You began fastening it around you,

“You’re so sexy..” he breathed out, he said it in a way that sounded like disbelief, and it made you smile over at him. You climbed onto the bed, running your hand down his back as you made your way behind him, situating yourself between his legs. You moved subtly, trying not to tip him off that you were laying down on your stomach as well. You knew what he wanted, and that he probably didn't want to wait, but you wanted to spoil him a little longer, and maybe get him a little more desperate. You smacked both of your hands down onto his ass, essentially spanking him before giving both cheeks a squeeze. He jumped, but then a low growl rumbled from his chest as you felt his body relax,

"Come on mama-" He was cut off as you delved in, licking over him. "Oh fuck-I wasn't expect-fuck" he moaned, you glanced up to see him fisting the sheets as you devoured him. You ran your tongue down to his taint and then back up, eliciting the prettiest sounds from him. You felt him squirming, and couldn't stop the moan that came out of you when you realized he was rutting his hips against the bed, getting all the friction he could as you continued to work your tongue over him.

"Look at you, fucking yourself against the bed, does it just feel so good?" you asked before going back to lap over him some more, you could do it all day, you loved the taste of him.

"So-so good" he whined, "Your mouth, I- I'm gonna cum, please-fuck, please fuck me" you didn't ease up, "Please, please, I want the strap" the way his voice cracked and the way he was writhing beneath you told you how close he had been when you pulled away. His breathing was rapid as he glanced back at you, his eyes blown wide but his cheeks flushed. You laid your body over his, kissing where his shoulder met his neck. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it,

"You've been so good baby, I'm gonna give you what you want" he nodded wordlessly as you peppered a few kisses over his neck and jaw, reaching your hand to blindly search for the lube you had tossed on the bed earlier "How do you want it?"

"Like this, just ple-" He sounded more and more desperate

"Shh, you don't have beg anymore" You soothed as you rose up slightly, reaching your hand down to stroke the lube over the strap before lining it up with him. The strangled noise that came out of his mouth as you slowly pressed into him nothing short of pornographic. You put your hands on his lower back, using them to balance as you slowly started thrusting. Moans and incoherent curses were tumbling past his lips. Nothing could have prepared you for what he did next, reaching both of his hands back and spreading himself, his fingertips digging into the fleshy part of his cheeks.

"Just like that," He choked out, "So deep-don't fucking stop"

"Josh, fuck-" was all you could manage as you kept your pace, at a loss for words. He whimpered out something about how close he was and then he was coming, those noises you loved so much bursting out of his throat and filling the room. You slowed your movements, fucking him through it until his arms fell against the mattress. You gently removed yourself, standing to remove the strap and tossing it to the floor. You walked around the edge of the bed, kneeling and looking at him. He gave you the smallest of fucked out smiles, “Hey,” you said quietly,

“Hey,” he said as he reached his hand out to caress your cheek.

“Do you need anything?” You asked as you reached out to move a damp curl from his forehead, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. He shook his head, patting the bed beside him in silent request of your presence.

“Let me just change the comforter real quick and then I’m all yours” you rose slowly and maneuvered around him to get the comforter out from under him. You tossed it to the ground and grabbed another from the closet. You pulled the sheets over Josh and then spread the comforter out over the bed.

“Baby,” he mumbled and you knew you were taking too long for his liking. You giggled to yourself as you finally climbed into the bed,

“Alright, alright, I’m here” you cooed as he shifted, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. Your fingertips danced up and down his back and in a matter of minutes he drifted off to sleep.

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Straight to the Heart

Josh Kiszka x fem. reader

You and Josh were friends long before you were lovers, yet somehow can't manage to grapple yourselves into an actual relationship with one another (oneshot).

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, angst, mutual unrequited love? kind of? smut (dry humping, oral {f. receiving}, unprotected sex, p. in v.)

Words: 2.7k

Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and enjoy!

Why were you here, again?

You know it always ends this way.

A tear falls and splatters on the top of your foot, your elbows digging into your knees from where you’re sitting on the edge of the tub in the hotel bathroom while holding your head in your hands.

If the small digital clock on the nightside table is correct, it’s nearly 3:00a.m.

You should go get back into bed and continue staring at the ceiling to avoid looking at the man that’d been lying next to you in a deep sleep–to avoid the guilt that shreds at you because you know this time will be no different.

He knows it, too, deep down…he just refuses to acknowledge that feeling that settles in his gut and tells him repeatedly it’s never going to work between the two of you.

And it’s an easy fact to ignore when you’re so entrapped in one another.

All the begging, whining, moaning, cursing, praising, gasping, grasping, hounding, grinding, licking, kissing, touching, holding, pulling, scratching, biting, teasing and everything else that conspires between the two of you acts as bountiful excuses not to accept the simple fact that those primal things is all your relationship will ever be.

You’re both so drastically different that it’s difficult to bond over anything other than being completely addicted to the feel of each other—any further step you’ve tried to take toward an actual relationship had always ended in the two of you fighting each other.

He was too him—who you adored–but quickly came to the realization that he was overwhelming in a relationship. Just as he realized that you were far too you, who he thought the world of but felt smothered by outside the boundaries of friendship.

Too opposite, perhaps, but it didn’t stop you two from trying to force it to work.

It was just a constant run-around of bickering, having sex, breaking up, having sex, getting back together, having sex, and repeating the cycle.

You’re pretty sure his family and friends, and yours, are ready to strangle the both of you because how quickly things change between you so often…

Wiping your eyes, you sniffle and head back into the room.

It’s freezing cold, the air conditioner offering a peaceful rustle in the corner of the pitch-black room.

The lights of the city flicker through the window every now and then when the a/c catches the curtains every once in a while, other than those, however, the only light is that of the smoke detector.

Padding across the carpet, you step to the bed and see the silhouette of Josh still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

It’s been a few hours since you both got out of the shower after a drawn out reunion in the mid-priced hotel that’s across town from the much pricier inn that his bandmates are staying in.

He felt like a teenager sneaking out once everyone got back to their rooms after the show.

His security was sworn to secrecy of where he was going and who he’d be with, because he didn’t want to hear his brothers try to talk him out of it.

The moment he knocked on the room door, it swung open, and he didn’t even have time to admire your infectious smile before you were snatching him inside by his shirt, gathering his soft hair into your hands while his mouth wasted no time in seeking yours.

You should change out of his shirt, pull your clothes on and leave, but he’s right there within reach, which is something he hadn’t been in a couple months.

Though the two of you would make up for it over the phone, it never compared to hearing, seeing, feeling everything in person.

Josh feels the dip in the mattress when you get back into bed, crawling over to him.

Careful not to put your weight on him, you swing a leg over his hips, your lips press to the smooth skin of his chest, gently trailing up to his jaw while he shifts in his sleep that’s growing lighter the more you kiss along his skin.

By the time you get to his prominent cheek bone, his hands are grabbing at your thighs, pushing up to grab your waist to pull you further down onto him.

“Fuck,” You breathe out shakily as your already sensitive clit rubs along the fabric of your panties, the feel of him underneath you causing your eyes roll back as one of his hands grab at your jaw.

“Back for more already?” He whispers, the tickle of his facial hair dancing along your mouth as he speaks, his nose teasingly swiping against yours gently.

You nod pathetically, and he obliges, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue before it tangles with yours.

You’ve already battered and bruised one another, hickies decorating the two of you, bite marks imprinted in skin, not to mention the soreness between your legs that spikes with you growing all the more wet when his hands slip under his shirt you’re wearing to squeeze at your chest.

It’s discarded rather abruptly, the soft white being thrown quite aggressively before his hands are back on you, rolling your nipples, taking in the sight of you once again moving against him, your nails biting into his hands.

That wave of something strikes in you, your mouth falling open as you hump against him, no doubt ruining your panties while he grins up at you, groaning out softly from the friction against his throbbing cock as a sharp gasp leaves you at the sight of him being so amused watching you.

“Make as big of a mess as you can, pretty girl, I wanna clean up every last drop.” He assures you, guiding your hips.

“You do?” You ask weakly, needing to hear him divulge how badly he wants to taste you.

“I always do, don’t I?”

You nod, falling forward to brace your palms on his chest, squeezing your eyes closed as you grow closer and closer to your finish.

He feels the sticky wetness of you through your panties, the thin sheet and his underwear, his mouth watering with anticipation as he shifts his hips up to meet yours.

“You’re so wet, aren’t you?” He asks, a frantic nod from you being his response.

Your mouth falls into an “O”, brows sharply furrowing as you look down at him and pick up your pace.

“Josh.” You whine, doing the best that you can, your eyes going blurry as you pant, sweat cloaking your chest as your clothed pussy works desperately against him.

And then it rapidly happens, your orgasm swallows you whole when you see stars, your walls throbbing and clenching at nothing as your release spills out of you and he gets his wish.

He chuckles at you, a breathy, “Fuck, y/n,” leaving him while he pushes you off of him.

You’re limp, your eyes shut and your mind unable to think while he grabs your ankles and drags you to the edge of the bed.

Josh stares down at you, running a hand down his face at you disheveled and sweaty, hair tangled, lips swollen.

He splays you out, palming at himself through his underwear at the sight of your soaked pussy soaked, already able to feel your tight cunt around him. He can’t wait to get you split open on him, writhing and crying, begging for him to fuck into your harder just for you to try to crawl away say it’s too much, it feels too good, only to end up a fucked-out mess, scrambling to open your legs wider to take him deeper and plead for him to cum in you.

You’re predictable in that aspect, but every time it feels like it’s the first time you two have done any of it.

Just as exhilarating.

Your back arches and your hands tangle in the sheets when he reaches out to run his palm along your pussy.

The sound itself is vulgar, a soft, “Oh,” leaving you as his fingertips tease at your clit.

“You want my mouth here, don’t you?” He asks smugly, picking up his pace as your hips start rolling with his movements.

“I want your mouth everywhere,” You confess, more than content to have him anywhere you can get him.

“Good answer.” He leans down, kissing your lips while one finger slips into you.

Your teeth bite into his lip as he digs into the spongey, soft flesh of your back wall.

Josh pulls from your mouth and adds a second finger, his forehead resting against yours while he watches your face shift.

“Whose is this?” He questions you, knowing very well the answer.

Even when you’ve had non-exclusive suitors, and potential partners through the years, they all are thrown out the moment he gets ahold of you.

“It’s all—ah! It’s yours,” You promise, gasping, the wet sound of him finger-fucking into you echoing in the room.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n, you know that?” He asks, next, your pussy clinging to his digits as if trying to milk them for what they’re worth.

All you can do is nod, his movements growing more demanding, repeatedly digging into your g-spot, giving you no other option but to cum again.

“Oh, where are my manners?” He suddenly pipes, pulling his fingers from you, causing you to nearly cry, tears in your eyes as the orgasm you were approaching is torn away from your grasp.

“Josh!” You complain, looking up at him when he stands back up.

“Do you want me to eat it or not?” He slyly inquires, smirking down at you.

You can’t argue, adamantly agreeing with a loss of your breath, pushing up on your hands when he sinks to his knees.

Your head falls back when he kisses along the inside of your thighs, your chest heaving as he looks up at you and finally licks at your swollen.

He groans when you tug at his hair, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth before shaking his head, your back having to collapse into the mattress because your shaky arm lets you down as a high-pitched, “Ah!” Crawls from the back of your throat and you try to close your legs.

His hands dig into your skin when he forces your thighs apart, and drinks up.

Rolling his tongue has you struggling to breathe, but then his fingers push back into you.

“Josh!” You don’t even try to muffle it, probably giving your neighbors a wake-up call as you moan it out brazenly. “Please, please don’t stop, Josh, please, it’s so good, you eat it so fucking good.”

You can’t help but grind into his face the best you can, feeling like you’re hostage to his touch that’s unrelenting as he mercilessly digs into that spot again, lapping at your clit simultaneously.

You’re done for, he can tell in the way you stop speaking and just cry out, your legs shaking.

He keeps his word, licking up every drop of your slick, pressing sweet kisses to your pussy in between strokes of his tongue, examining his work once he’s finished, wishing he could acceptably take a picture of you like this.

Now you really are out of it, your core aching from the ghost of his fingers, your body twitching from the aftermath of pleasure while he’s stripping from his underwear, stroking at his cock that feels as though it holds his heart beat with the relentless pulse of his desired release.

The thick tip of it runs along your folds before he eases it to your entrance.

“So pretty,” He says to you, but his eyes are locked on the juncture of your thighs, a hiss leaving the both of you when he pushes his tip in.

“Ow,” you whisper, despite being slick enough to take him easily, there’s still that initial pinch of adjustment while his mouth falls open from the vice grip of you around him.

“You okay?” He asks you with a shaky breath.

“It’s just so big,” You say thickly, furrowing your brows as he eases deeper into you.

“I’ll have you good and stretched out—fuck— before too long, baby.”

You clench around him with his promise, wanting nothing more than for him to do just that.

When he bottoms out, you’re reaching for him, wanting him on top of you, as close as he can be.

Grabbing your legs to rest them on his shoulder, he sinks deeper into you and you close your eyes, feeling his lips press to your temple when he crawls over you.

“I’m so full.” You whisper, looking up at him with watering eyes at the pleasure of him slowly pulling out of you only to slam back in.

“You’re gonna be when I come, too,” He gets it out roughly before kissing you, his thrusts becoming quicker but keeping their depth, your toes curling and your hands roaming his muscular arms and back before settling in his hair.

Any other time he’d fuss about his precious curls being harassed, but sex is never a time for complaining in his eyes—whatever makes you feel better, screaming louder, come harder, he’s in full support of it, so long as he gets to watch your pretty face as you do so.

Your compressed lungs struggle for breath, the heat of him over you eating you alive as the stretch of his cock pounding into you renders you speechless aside from moans.

He leans down to kiss you, and you eagerly return it, your tongues working together in a lazy, sloppy, dance.

When the two of you are like this, it’s hard to believe that you aren’t in-love. That’s why it’s so damn hard to walk away.

You regain your vocals when he pulls from your lips and his hand snakes between you and starts toying with your clit again, licking his lips when you untangle your arms from him and start trying to get away.

“I can’t, baby, I can’t, I can’t,” You beg, the sensation nearly painful as another orgasm builds in you, your abdomen already trying to recover from earlier in the night.

“You can, just let go, baby, I wanna feel you,” He tells you, feeling more of your juices coat him as you grow louder with your cute little whimpers that try to stifle your screams.

That is until he’s pulling from you, flipping you to your stomach and re-entering you.

It’s impossible not to be loud like this.

He learned long ago if he wanted you to really show out, you had to be bent over and rode into.

The mattress does absolutely nothing to quiet your cries—and you are crying—the ecstasy laying into you relentlessly with your back arching painfully as you take him to the brim.

The back of your thighs get soaked from your own arousal in this position, running down them, getting all over his legs, the mattress below the two of you…

Your have to bite into the covers when he angles himself to find that spot again, and when he does, it’s hell.

“There she is,” He praises you as you grow louder than before, struggling to keep your ass up with your shuddering thighs as your hot walls spasm around his length, “Just like that, y/n, you keep taking it.”

He kept to his word, your pussy ruined with him, the sight of your swollen cunt greedily accepting him being enough to make him clench his jaw and chase his own release.

“Do you still want it?” Josh asks you, struggling to keep himself together.

“As deep as you can, baby, please,” You beg, and he does as you ask, burying himself to the hilt as he comes with a sighed out, “Fuck, y/n.”

He stays inside of you as you both calm, his lips meeting the base of your back as he catches his breath.

The two of you collapse beside one another, sharing a sweet kiss as he looks at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes of his that always seem to convince you that this will end differently than what you both know it will.

That’s why you’re here, after all.

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