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Pumpkin spice

https://x.com/hiddenheavens_/status/1699604957584891925?s=46&t=kkP4Hc550di8WKAyIeM7EQ Wooo decided to join my friend ( @wishitweresummer ) and do this little thing hope y’all enjoy! (Also ty to summer for the title <3)

Punz and Sam were currently at the store grabbing costumes and Halloween makeup for the festival in a few hours! They had been searching through the costumes about an hour having had no plan when they got there and they finally settled on one. They decided to go with the classic Skeleton, they got the cheesy black outfits with bones on them and grabbed Halloween makeup for Punz to do their makeup. They got home and immediately put the costumes on and then Punz began doing Sam’s makeup but there was a slight problem.

“Sam stop moving please!”

Punz groaned softly a small smile on his face

“Ihi can’t help it! It t-tihickklehehss!”

Sam’s head twitched and his nose wiggled.

“Please, it can’t be that bad! Just hold still the best you can a few more minutes okay?”

Punz smiled softly at the younger.

“Fihinnehe I’ll do mihihiyyyy behestt.”

Sam giggled and sighed softly as he attempted to be still.

“See there all done now was it really that hard?”

Punz smirked softly at him.

“Yes yes it was!”

Sam joked back at the older.

“Oh whatever just let me do mine and then we can go okay?”

Punz rolled his eyes light heartedly.

“Yea alright.”

Sam smirked an idea coming to mind.

“Okay it shouldn’t take too long since I’ve basically done it before.”

Punz began applying the make up to his face carefully.

“Hmm well it actually might take a little longer.”

Sam smirked softly as he poked up and down Punz’s ribs.

“EEP! Whahatrtt shahahmmm noho! Youuurrrhehehe gohohnnahahha mahahhkkehehee meheheh mehehsss uhuhuppp!”

Punz squealed squirming as he fell into giggles desperately trying to keep his hand steady.

“Oh? But earlier you were challenging me saying it couldn’t be that hard right? So come on this can’t be too hard for you right?”

Sam chuckled softly.

“Thihisss ihihisss tohohttthahhalllyyy dihihiffheherrrehhennttt!”

Punz exclaimed as he just barely missed making a huge mess up.

“Hmm well I mean maybe it is but the concept is the same so tomato tomato you know?”

Sam smiled softly as he gave Punz’s hips a squeeze.

“AEEH! SAHAHAMM!”

Punz jumped bursting into a shriek as he accidentally drew a big black line across his cheek and he sighed grabbing the make up remover.

“Ohohokkahhayyy ohohokkahahyyy ihimm dohonnehehe ihihi pprohohommihisshehe.”

Sam giggled out hands raised in surrender.

“You better be or else we’re gonna be late for the festival and miss all the best candy!”

Punz shook his head then began fixing his makeup carefully.

“Pinky promise I am I don’t wanna miss the king sized snickers!”

Sam shook his head quickly.

“Good just another few and I’ll be done.”

Punz carefully worked at finishing his makeup and soon enough was done so the two quickly headed out.

“So I heard there’s gonna be a pumpkin patch there do you wanna get a few pumpkins together.”

Sam asked curiously.

“Yea that sounds fun let’s do it.”

Punz nodded getting in the drivers side of the car.

“Woo I bet I’ll pick a better pumpkin than you!”

Sam says playfully, smiling at the older.

“What no way dude I’m like the expert pumpkin picker.”

Punz scoffed as they began making the drive.

“Nah bro no way I am so good luck.”

Sam shook his head nonchalantly.

“Uh huh whatever just wait you’ll see!”

Soon enough the two made it to the festival quickly getting out of the car.

“So do you wanna do the pumpkin patch first or getting candy.”

Punz asked.

“Definitely the candy because if we wait too long like you said earlier all the best stuff will be gone.”

Sam says.

“Yea true you’re right!”

Punz nods softly as they begin walking to the festival.

“Oh I hope they have caramel apples man it’s been years since I’ve had one!”

Sam says excitedly.

“Yea same that does sound pretty good right now.”

Punz nods in agreement as they finally make it into the festival.

“Oohh look king sized snickers right as we walk in!”

Sam says excitedly.

“No way dude this is alresdy a W.”

Punz smiles following Sam over to the booth.

“It’s because I totally have like, Halloween luck or something. I’ve gotten a king sized candy bar without fail every Halloween since I was like, seven.”

Sam boasts smirking softly as they each grab a bar.

“What- that’s crazy you gotta be lying or something dude there’s no way- wait okay no because you had to have stopped at what like fourteen so you just bought yourself a king sized bar every year didn’t you?”

Punz points a finger accusingly at Sam.

“Okay well… alright alright maybe! But hey it still counts!”

Sam laughs softly as he and Punz walk off to another booth.

“Okay I guess technically but still it’s not like true luck when you’re buying them for yourself!”

Punz shakes his head smiling.

“Oh come on bro I mean at least like seven of those years was genuine though so I still have atleast a little bit of Halloween luck!”

Sam smiles shaking his head a bit as they reach the next booth.

“I meannnn I guess just a little I don’t know thoughhhh.”

Punz teases softly.

“Alright just wait you’ll see somehow I’ll prove my luck!”

Sam huffs playfully as he jabs Punz’s side.

“AYE! D-dohont!”

Punz’s cheeks flush pink jumping before he grabs a handful of candy tossing it in his bucket.

“Sorry sorry you were doubting me I had to you were basically asking for it!”

Sam smirks as he too grabs a handful of candy tossing it in his bucket.

“Okay no I was not asking for it by not believing your little Halloween luck claim.”

Punz squeezes Sam’s hip smirking as they start to approach the caramel apple booth.

“GAH! H-hehehey! Brohoho come on!”

Sam exclaims jumping and giggling shaking his head before grabbing a caramel apple.

“Hey it’s only fair you got me first!”

Punz chuckles softly as he grabs a Carmel covered apple as well.

“Whatever bro let’s eat these and maybe grab a few more handfuls of candy before moving to the pumpkin patch yea?”

Sam rolls his eyes softly as they continue onwards.

“Sounds good to me.”

Punz nods as they hit a few more booths before making their way to the pumpkin patch.

“So you going for a big pumpkin or a small one?”

Sam asks.

“Hmm probably closer to the bigger side more space for if I pick a pretty big design but like not too big cause then it’ll just look stupid or take too much time.”

Punz shrugs softly.

“Yea that’s a good plan actually I might steal that from you.”

Sam giggles softly as they go inside the patch and begin their search, after a few minutes they separate. They’re separated about ten minutes before meeting back up but it wasn’t an intentional meet up they just happened to go right for the same pumpkin.

“Oh hi there stranger fancy meeting you here.”

Sam joked playfully.

“Yea fancy meeting you at my pumpkin.”

Punz says with a playful smile.

“What absolutely not I saw it first!”

Sam exclaims shaking his head!

“No way I saw it first!”

Punz shakes his head.

“No way bro I literally touched it first too!”

Sam exclaims again.

“Noooo I totally touched it first!”

Punz huffs softly.

“Okay I think there’s only one way to settle this!”

Sam cracks his knuckles and tackles Punz to the ground careful to avoid any pumpkins nearby.

“What do you mean by THAAAATTT!

Punz’s words turn into a yell as he’s tackled.

“What I mean by that is this!”

He snaps his hands to Punz’s thighs quickly squeezing up and down them thumbs on the tops as the rest of his fingers cover the backs.

“AEEH BAHAHAHHA NOHOHO SHAHAHHAHMMM DUHUHUDDHEHEHE!”

Punz shrieked quickly trying to wiggle out from Sam but seeing that plan not working he decided to switch to fighting back! His hands quickly found place on Sam’s chest scribbling on one side and squeezing the other!

“EEP NAHAHAHA WHAHATTT THEHE HEHELL BROHOHO?!?”

Sam squeals bursting into laughter and falling backwards off Punz!

“Hahahaha yehehahahaha nohoh it’s not gonna be that easy to take me down Sam!”

Punz quickly sits on Sam’s hips and his hands dart to Sam’s ribs switching between squeezing at them and scribbling on them being sure to get the backs with each method!

“EEK! NAHAHAHHAHAA BBBRRROHOHOHO THHAATTSSS SOHOHO NOHOHOTTT FAHAHHIHIRRR!��

Sam writhes under Punz squeaking as he continues laughing loudly, much like Punz he can’t seem to wiggle out from under the guy. So he sits up the best he can and reaches his hands out he goes for his hips squeezing them quickly!

“What? What’s not fair me going for EEP! NAHHAHAHA WHHAHATTT SHAHHAHAHAHAHMM NOHOHOTT THEHEHERRRHEHEHE!”

Punz falls backwards squealing before bursting back into loud laughter.

“Ohoho nohohottt heherrhehe? Why’s that too bad of a spot? Hmm afraid you won’t be able to fight back cause of how much it tickles punzo?”

Sam smirks as he begins drilling his thumbs into the dips of Punz’s hips!

“NAHAHAHA SHUHUTTT UHUHUPP IHIHI TOHOTTTHAHHALLYYY CCHAHAHANNN!”

It takes him a bit and a few tries but he finally manages to sit up enough to plunge his hands into Sam’s armpits!

“AAEEH NONONOHOHOHOHO NAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!”

Sam shrieks bursting back into laughter his arms clamp down but he keeps his hands on Punz’s hips one squeezing as the other makes circles and switching them every few seconds.

“AHAHAHAHHAAHA NOHOHOHO WHHAHAATTT THEHEHEH JUHUHUSSTTT GIHIHIHIVVVEHEHE UHUHUPP AHHALLLLRRRHEHEHEHAHADDDYYY AHAHNNDDD GIHIHVVEHEHE MEHEHE THEHHEE PUHHUMMPPPKIHIHINNN!”

Punz jerks but does his best to keep his hands in Sam’s pits. His fingers fastly scirbbling around before zeroing in on the middles.

“AAH NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAAHA NOHOHOTTT HAHAPPPHEHEHEHENNNIHIHINNGGG!”

Sam’s hands speed up desperately trying to make Punz break, as he can feel his own resolve nearly breaking.

“AAH NHAHAHAHHAHAA AHAHLLLRRRRIHIHIGGHTTT YOOOUU AHAHASSSKKKHEHDDD FOHOHORRR THIHISS!”

Punz’s hands speed up practically digging into Sam’s pits as if he’s looking for treasure. To add onto that he manages to lean up and place his head into Sam’s neck. The vibrations of his crazed laughter mixed with his slight beard working very effectively.

“AAAHH AHAHAHLLLRIHIHUGGGHTTTT AHAHHALLRRIHIGGHHHTT YOOOUUU WIHIHINNN JUHUSSTT GEHEHETTTT OOUTTT!”

Sam retracts his hands continuing to laugh loudly as Punz is still going.

“Hahahha hehehe lehhetttsss gohoho bahahbbbyy!”

Punz slows to a stop pulling his head away and collapsing backwards on the ground.

“Gehehezzzhehehe mahahannn thahattt whahahsss sohoho muhuchhh wohohorrshehehe thhahannn ihiddd ehevvveherrr ehheexxpprhehecctt!”

Sam says through residual giggles. falling back next to Punz.

“Hehehehe yehehaha lihihitttllhehehehe sohohommehheetthihinnggg ihihi lehehhaharrnehehedd.”

Punz says still giggling residually as well.

“Oh really? I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

Sam smirks softly as he slowly gets up and reaches out his hand for Punz.

“Oh shut up and let’s go find you your pumpkin yea?”

Punz says blushing softly as he takes Sam’s hand and the two are off to find Sam a pumpkin.

“Alright alright hehe, Oohh that one!”

Sam exclaims jogging over to one excitedly.

“Oh yea it looks practically the same as this one! Wait so you’re telling me we didn’t even need to do all of that?! This whole time there was practically the exact same pumpkin right here?!”

Punz says exasperatedly in a playfully way.

“I guess so but don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it punzo.”

Sam says smiling knowingly at the older.

“Oh whatever you enjoyed it too if not more!”

Punz says cheeks flushed again.

“Okay- I… you know let’s go ahead and get these pumpkins back and start carving yea? Yea alright let’s go.”

The end

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samfkiszka · 3 months ago

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This is how it feels to be in love, This is life from above

or a short boyfriend josh x fem reader

Word Count: 3,295

WARNINGS: SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! Oral (male receiving), dry humping, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it i guess), sub!josh/switch!josh, handcuffs, a little bit of denial?, if i’m missing anything let me know!

a/n: okay it’s short and probably mediocre, but i’ve been so extremely busy lately. paper bag ch 4 is OTW! i am nearly done, i promise.

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You press your body flush against him, relishing the soft whimpers muffled by your clashing lips. His hands roam against the expanse of your back, gripping the soft flesh needily. Your head is spinning, intoxicated by nothing but Josh. Every facet of him was invading your senses; the feel of his hands, the smell of his cologne, the sweet noises you were managing to elicit from your position above him. He ground his hips up, pushing his hard-on against you in a desperate attempt to feel any sort of friction. You were seconds away from giving in, unbuttoning his jeans and touching him only the way you were allowed to; the way that would have had him whining beautifully underneath you.

Too bad you didn’t have enough time.

You were cut off by the shrill sound of a phone ringing beside you, the ringtone you had specifically set for Jake– Josh’s twin brother. Reluctantly pulling away from Josh, who was quick to try and tug you back to him, you answered the phone with an exasperated huff.

“Hello?” You breathe, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

“Where the fuck are you guys? We’ve been banging on the door for ten minutes,” Jake chuckled, not sounding the least bit irritated at your lack of awareness and hospitality.

“Fuck,” you mumble, turning to Josh. Eyes blown, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair in disarray– he was truly a sight to behold. “Be there in a second.” You hang up before Jake can respond, tossing the phone on the bed so hard it tumbles to the ground with a thunk.

“They’re here.”

“Who?” Josh pants, still greedily exploring your body.

“Your brothers,” you grumbled, pushing off of Josh.

“Huh?” He hums, not entirely focused on the words coming out of your mouth.

“Movie night,” you explain, reminding him of the event he scheduled earlier in the day. You glance in the mirror for a moment, fixing your hair to the best of your ability. You turn to face Josh, drinking in his disheveled appearance, “Better fix yourself up, sweet boy,” you warn, all too aware of how relentlessly his brother’s would tease him if they saw him like this.

“Tell them to go away,” Josh complains, propping himself up on his elbows, “C’mon, I- I’ve been so good, I just wanna touch you.”

“Sorry, angel, you're the one who invited them.” You ignore him, racing to the front of your apartment to let your somewhat unwelcome guests in. bc

Sam is still banging against the door when you tear it open, grinning from ear to ear when he spots you.

“Fucking finally,” he laughs, “What took you so long?”

“Um, got caught up doing something,” you mumble, glancing behind you to spot Josh sauntering in.

“Yeah, there’s something right there,” Danny teases, eyeing Josh.

Jake shoves in, rolling his eyes and tossing a pizza down onto your coffee table. He plops down on the couch, grabbing the remote so assuredly it was like he owned the place; he nearly did with the amount of time he spent over here.

“Have a seat,” You sigh sarcastically, shooting an apologetic glance over to Josh.

Not like you have any reason to feel bad, he was the one who invited them earlier. But he was also right– he had been good, he always was. He did deserve a reward, for you to make him feel good.

Although, you did enjoy the idea of watching him squirm all night.

“Decide on a movie?” You ask casually, sitting down in the squished armchair next to Josh. His breath hitches at the sudden contact, tensing almost immediately.

“Nope,” Jake answers, popping the “p”.

“He wants to watch The Princess Bride again,” Sam grumbles.

“No way, we’ve seen that a million times,” Danny complains.

You let their banter fade into background noise, knowing full well neither you or Josh were capable of paying any sort of attention to a movie right now. He turns to face you, his face neary pained as he studies your features.

“Sorry,” you frown teasingly, running your hand gently up and down his arm.

He clears his throat nervously, goosebumps prickling his skin where you were touching.

“That sound good guys?” Jake’s voice snaps you back to reality.

“Huh?” Josh coughs, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

“Treasure Island.”

“Y-yeah, sounds fine.”

Jake laughs, flicking the pizza box open and pressing play on the movie. Truthfully, it didn’t matter what movie was playing. Your eyes were squarely on Josh’s face, while his were glazed over in his attempt to pay attention to the screen.

Maybe it was fucked up, thinking about him like this when his brothers were sitting only two feet away. Images of pinning him under you, handcuffing him to the headboard. Denying him release just to hear him beg for what he wants in his sweet, lilting voice. Driving him crazy, refusing to let him touch you when that’s the only thing he ever really wants. It was so easy to work him up, to have him melting in your hands.

The movie continued to play, enrapturing the attention of your now fully unwelcome houseguests. Josh shifted subtly, pressing the throw pillow he had been clenching against his crotch in an extremely non-conspicuous manner.

“You okay?” You whisper lovingly, trying not to garner too much attention.

“Hm? Yeah, fine,” he strains, shifting against you once again.

“You sure? You look a little…” You trail off teasingly, scratching your nails against his arm.

“No, m’good,” his voice cracks, betraying his true feelings.

“Poor baby,” you coo, leaning your head onto his shoulder. His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes, cursing softly under his breath.

Scenes flash on the screen but it didn’t matter to either of you. Sam talked loudly over the movie, earning annoyed groans from both Jake and Danny, yet neither of you seemed to care. The pizza dwindled away, but food was the last thing on your mind.

No, all you cared about in this moment was Josh; touching him, kissing him, worshiping him. And you could tell that was the only thing on his mind too. The way his chest heaved, his cheeks flushed, the way he chewed his perfect bottom lip; he was so far gone you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.

What felt like an eternity later, the movie was over and the guys were clamoring to start another.

“No!” Josh shouts, surprising nearly everyone.

They all turn to face him, faces expressing a mixture of worry and shock.

“Sorry, I just- I mean- stomachache,” He stammers, eyes downcast to the floor.

“You okay, man?” Jake asked, laughing tentatively.

“He’s fine.” You rub his back soothingly, playing up the bit, “We ate at that one place earlier, I think the chicken had gone bad,” you explain, pulling on the memory you had of Jake locking himself up in the bathroom for twenty four hours after eating at a specific restaurant downtown.

“Oh, yikes.” Jake scratches his face, brows furrowed in concern, “Well… feel better man.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him,” you assure, glancing at Josh’s pouty face.

“Sure you will.” Sam rolls his eyes, standing up with a grunt and stretching dramatically, “We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Hope you feel better, Josh!” Danny shouts over Sam’s shoulder as they begin shoving out the door. Jake scoffs, shooting the two of you a more than knowing look.

Once the door clicks shut it’s impressive how quickly Josh is latching on to you. His hands clutching your sides, his mouth pressing hurried kisses to your neck.

“Please-” He chokes out, his voice cracking.

You shush him, petting his hair in an attempt to calm him down. You loved giving Josh what he wanted— he was more than deserving most of the time. Truly, all he wanted was to please you. But a tiny part of you, one that you tried to keep at bay, reveled in denying him. In refusing his wishes to touch you, kiss you, make you feel good.

He grabs your hand, tugging you towards the bedroom and a little voice in your brain reminds you of a certain object you had stowed away in a shoebox under your bed. A pair of handcuffs that you had initially bought as a joke— before you realized just how much you got off on using them on Josh.

You follow behind, letting him have his moment, letting him think that finally he was going to get the release his body had been screaming for all night.

He pulls you onto the bed, lips desperately seeking out your own as the two of you crash together in a heap of tangled limbs. His touch is urgent, exploring every dip and curve of your body like he had never touched you before. You pull back, breathless and flushed.

“Get the cuffs.”

His face falls, a pout gracing his perfect features, “Why?”

You stare at him silently, trying your best to appear firm and demanding. It was never easy with him.

“Because I said so.”

“But…” He’s fully frowning now, obviously hurt that you’re adding yet another obstacle separating the two of you, “I just… Mama, please, let me make you feel good. You know it’s all I wanna do.”

“I know, angel,” you hum, running your hands through his curls, “Don’t you trust me?”

He nods, still frowning, still silently refusing to do what you asked. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, drinking in the sweet whine that slips past his swollen lips. He hesitates, but slowly lifts off the bed, reaching underneath and then pulling out the orange shoebox. He flips open the lid, revealing a wide array of toys, before pulling out the silvery handcuffs.

“Good boy,” you praise as he hands you the cuffs. He can act like he doesn’t want to wear them all he wants, but the way he’s straining against his jeans… you knew him too well to accept that this wasn’t something he wanted, “Do you remember our safe word?” You whisper, smiling when he nods enthusiastically.

“Undress for me, sweet boy.”

He rips off his clothes in record time, leaving only his boxers on and tossing the others into a random corner of your shared room. He lays down without question, lifting his hands up to the baseboard— he was familiar with this routine.

You crawl up his body slowly, tantalizingly, peppering kisses along the bare expanse of his torso. You shift into a sitting position, leaning over and clicking the cuffs loosely against his wrists. He tugs them once, showing you that he’s fully locked up. You shimmy down his body once more, lining your face up with clothed crotch. You press a kiss to the painfully obvious bulge that’s straining against his black boxers.

His hips buck up so hard he slams into your face, quickly muttering out an apology as he relentlessly grinds against nothing in a desperate attempt to feel any sort of relief.

“God… p- please touch me.”

“I am touching you,” You mumble, running your hands along his body, finally halting at the waistband of his boxers.

“You know what I mean,” he whines, staring at you so intently you suddenly feel embarrassed.

“Nuh uh.” You shake your head, “Use your words, angel.”

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

You roll your eyes, sliding the boxers down his legs slowly. Your mouth nearly starts to water when he springs from the confines he had been straining against all day. Precum is already leaking from his painfully red tip, spreading against his bare skin.

You lean down, maintaining eye contact as you lick slowly up the length of his cock. He inhales sharply, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood from the looks of it. He holds the breath, watching as you take him fully into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him.

His hips instinctively force themselves up, causing you to gag roughly around him. A string of barely audible apologies slip past his beautiful lips, as he strains against the cuffs, angry red indents sure to appear on his wrists if he kept up like this. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill past your waterline. Usually, you’d punish him for this, but you figured he had been through enough today. After all, he was being good.

Lilting whimpers fill the empty room, sending heat straight to your aching core. You grind your hips against the mattress, desperate for anything, anything that would hold you over while you continued to work Josh up. Just the thought of finally feeling him after waiting all day was enough to make you moan around him.

“F-fuck,” he whined, pulling so hard against the cheap cuffs you were sure they’d snap in two, “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

You pull off with a pop, wiping the spit from your mouth, your cheeks tinged pink and your eyes watering. His dick slaps audibly against his stomach, earning another moan from him. Pulling your shirt off slowly, maintaining eye contact, you finally reveal the lacy red bra you had been dying to show him all day. He groaned at the sight, his hands grasping at the air in front of them as he silently begged to touch you.

“Been waiting all day to show you this… bought it just for you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

You stand up, shimmying your pants down at a tantalizing speed, making sure he fully took in the matching pair of panties. He stifles another delicious noise, practically humping the air. God, he was so pathetically desperate, and it was getting harder to keep up your act. All you wanted to do was give him exactly what he wanted. You bend down, giving him a clear shot of your ass as you find the keys for the cuffs.

Striding over to him with a grin, you slip the key into the lock, letting him free. He sighs happily, hands immediately pulling you in as he presses kisses to the exposed skin of your chest.

“Thank you,” he practically pants, his hands greedily tugging at you.

“Of course, angel,” you coo, sliding your hands into his curls, “you’ve been so good today.”

He smiles warmly at your praise, staring up at you sweetly. You slowly pull away from him, drinking in his dejected huff as you take away the one thing he had been begging for all day.

It wasn’t long before he was gripping at you again, his hands flying to your waist as you straddle his body. His chest heaved, the skin flushed pink. You nearly collided into him at the speed he tugged you down, your lips crashing together in his needy attempt to feel all of you.

His hands slid up your back, undoing the clasp of your bra and throwing into a dejected corner of the room. Your panties were next, torn with his clumsy attempt to rip them off.

“Those were expensive.” You pull back, pouting as you stare at the ripped pair of lacy underwear.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, I’ll buy you twenty new pairs, I don’t care,” he breathes, trying to tug you back down. He leans up, trying to catch you in kiss, and you grant him a chaste one, before pulling away.

You lift your hips up, using the hand that wasn’t holding you up to grab his dick, lining it up with your entrance. You slide it through your folds, enjoying the way his breath hitches at the feel of your wetness smearing against the tip.

“Jesus, fuck, holy—” A string of whines and expletives spew out from Josh as you slowly sink down, feeling him stretch you out. No matter how often you had him like this, you could never fully get used to how overwhelmingly large he was. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his as you breathe, trying to adjust to his size.

“You okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

“Mhm.” You nod, inhaling deeply.

This is how it always happened. You tried to act tough, act like you were in charge. Would spend so long riling him up, pretending like you were in total control. Yet the second Josh really touched you, the moment he was inside you, it’s like your brain went empty. All you could think about was him. You felt… the only way to describe it was stupid. Dumb. Drunk on nothing but him.

“Want me to move?”

You nod again, not trusting your own voice.

He gently grabs your hips, slowly bringing you up, grinning when you gasp at the sensation.

How quickly the two of you had switched, how fast the dynamic changed, it always left your head spinning.

He lifts up into you, paying close attention to your facial features, always worried he’d hurt you. Once he had deemed it safe— and judging by the lazy grin that had plastered itself on your face it was— he decided to move again, picking up his pace ever so slightly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, whining as he begins to pound upwards into you.

He decided he was tired of this game, finally flipping you over and taking what he wants. With him pinning you down this time, you take this opportunity to use what little power you have left by locking your legs behind him, forcing him in even deeper.

“Christ, you- so fucking good,” is all he can manage as he continues to thrust sloppily, his hands roving every curve and dip of your body. Eventually the rest on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh a little too roughly. He bends down, catching you in a rushed kiss that cuts off the near constant stream of whines and moans he was forcing out of you. He leaves a trail of hurried, wet kisses down your neck, biting and nipping his own marks into the sensitive skin. Leaning back up, he glances down at his work, a wide array of pink and purple blooms appearing on your skin— matching the now bruised circumference of his wrists. Your nails dig into his back, scratching so hard he winces, stalling inside you.

“Fucking hell, so close,” he rasps, his hand snaking down to rub quick circles on your clit. The added pressure makes your head spin. You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to keep them open no matter how badly you want to take in his fucked out expression.

“Me too,” you choke out, chanting his name like a prayer as he continues his motions, every nerve of your body craving him like a drug.

You feel the pressure in your stomach build up, threatening to push you right over the edge any moment. Josh can tell too, the way you begin to absentmindedly squeeze around him making his movements even sloppier. Eventually you fall, screaming his name loud enough that even the neighbors three doors down could’ve heard it. He works you through it, faltering ever so slightly as he begins to reach his own climax.

“Where do you want me to-” he begins, trying his best to keep moving.

You keep your legs locked around him, pulling him in closer, “Inside.”

A strangled noise tears through him as he cums inside you, the feeling causing you to shake a bit. He flops down on top of you, gasping for air.

“Maybe we should invite your brothers over movie nights more often,” you suggest, an intoxicated giggle playing on your lips as you stroke his back to calm him down.

“Yeah… maybe we should.”