#he really really wanted to get penetrated deep by josh

[jrueships]

i know he was embarrassed

[gretavanmoon]

A Perfect Ten - Part 3

Josh x Female reader

13.5k words

+ After befriending your coworker Josh at your new workplace, the both of you realize you need each other in more ways than one. Things might get a little cloudy as an ongoing judge of actions takes place, leaving the both of you wrapped up in a back and forth neither of you saw coming

Warnings: Mention of Drinking, Cursing, Mention of Breakups and Heartbreak, Sadness, Lying, Fluff. Smut: Kissing, Touching, Dirty Talk, Praise, Flirting, Oral F!receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Penetrative Sex.

A/N: Thanks for sticking it out to the end! I appreciate everyone's interest in this, and all of your kind messages of encouragement! This was such a fun little story to explore, and I hope you love the conclusion :)

Five weeks. 

It’d been over five long, hard, confusing, delicious weeks of Josh wrapping himself up in you, and you in him, the both of you using the other for paramount physical satisfaction that wasn’t comparable to any other partner either of you had ever had. Not every night had been spent together, but more often than not, you found yourself waking up to him bringing you a mug of coffee in bed before he scurried off to the shower to get ready for the day. 

Since neither of you ever had to be at work until around 11AM, you never overstayed your welcome, making your way out of his bed and out the door before you could finish off the last few drops. You never hung around, but then again, he never asked you to. 

That promise he made you on his porch that night as his fingers were buried deep inside you was yet to be fulfilled, though… each of you switching off coming up with some excuse to not go all the way. You’d been burdened with a plethora of intertwined and overlapping thoughts, most of them so intense that you would daze out during the day, tuning out your customers’ orders as they ran them off to you. Your mind felt as if it was a mess of tangled wires, each one connected to something different or not connected to anything at all as you tried your damndest to sort through them, unwinding a few at a time only for them to tangle and jumble up again. 

You liked Josh. Actually, you really liked him. 

But though the two of you have ravished each other’s bodies in nearly every single way but the one that you yearned for most, you still can’t bring yourself to ask him why. Why he won’t show his feelings toward you in what you consider the most important way there is. 

“We’re friends, Y/N, nothing more…”

His words still rang in the back of your head, and you’d been fighting off your mental demons of pure desperation since he said them. Though, you repeat the same ones back to him all the time. It was only weeks ago that Josh told you that he was having a harder and harder time telling you no, and you wondered if you outright asked him to love you in the way that you wanted, maybe he would. 

But, you didn’t want to do anything that he didn’t want to do, and you didn’t want to give yourself to him in a way in which he wouldn’t want you. It hurt, it truly did, but you’d used the excuse of if he wanted to, he would to make yourself feel better for far too long, now. 

Honestly, you were starting to get kind of pissed. The sexual frustration had begun to weigh on your needs. Neither of you had ever really discussed being exclusive, even if it was just a friends with benefits type situation, but then again you never saw or heard any evidence of him hooking up with anyone else. So, you played the cards as they lied.  

Some nights, after one too many after-work drinks at the bar, you’d muster up the courage to ask him, but you always fell short, bargaining that any attention from him was better than none… So you’d cut your losses and let him walk you back to his place, dancing in the kitchen with one another until, inevitably, your clothes were tumbling to the floor yet again, and the escapades would ensue. 

You still craved his attention, that part of the deal never left. An overwhelming need to feed his ego, be the only one his sights were set on, at all times. It was toxic, and you knew that… Every little bit of attention he gave to someone else made your blood burn and your face redden with an envy you had yet to experience with anyone else. If you couldn’t give Josh everything that he needed, why could someone else? You knew exactly what he liked…

…Then the voices in your head would return, scolding you for acting and thinking in such a manner toward a man that claims no part of you, other than making you unravel for him night after night as your legs spread wide for his tongue to explore. 

So, you sucked it up, working your fingers to the bone every night slinging pizzas, refilling beers, and not-so-subtly flirting with Josh in the interim. No other men caught and held your attention anymore. None of any substance, at least. You wondered if the reason for that was because of the fake wall you’d built up to stop anyone else from trying to ruin your chance with Josh.  

On one particularly slow night, you and your coworker Jamie were rolling piles upon piles of silverware, doing anything you could to fill the time and keep your hands busy until the next table were to roll in. Jamie was newer and very sweet, and you noticed that she had begun to get a little more personable with you as she became comfortable in her position. 

“So, I heard that Josh turned down that assistant manager's position again, why would he do that? He would be so absolutely perfect for the job…” she pestered, curious as to why someone like him would deny himself a promotion. 

You took a breath. “I know, I agree. I tried to get him to take it but, his argument is that he’s comfortable doing what he’s doing. Making the money that he does without the extra headache and responsibility.”

She clicked her tongue. “Guess I can’t blame him. Managerial positions aren’t for everyone. Hey, maybe they’ll offer it to you!” Her perkiness and over the top energy sometimes made your teeth hurt with sweetness, but you knew she meant well… so you thought, so far. 

“Aha, no,” you laughed. “I haven’t been here long enough yet.” You stood from the barstool you were sitting on and grabbed up the basket of silverware, heading off to the kitchen to do a swap for freshly washed ones. 

“Where is he, anyway? I haven’t seen him in a couple days,” Jamie said as you popped back through the swinging doors. “Not that I noticed or anything, I know you guys hang out a lot…”

Her tone made your stomach turn over, but you tried to ignore it. “He uh, he left town for a few days, visiting some family up North while we have a slow month.” 

You lied. You lied right through your teeth. 

The smile on Jamie’s face was wide. “Oh! That’s nice. I just noticed it’s really quiet around here without him always cracking jokes and stuff, ya know? Without him picking on me and purposefully trying to teach me the wrong things all the time,” her high pitched giggles made you want to throw this stack of napkins right at her face. 

“The wrong things?” you questioned, your eyes heavy on her.  

“Yeah, last week he tried to tell me the Peppadew pizza didn’t have any peppers on it, and that caramelized onions have actual caramel on them… I know better, but it was sweet he’s trying to trip me up, ya know? Like he’s testing me. Keeping me on my toes. And then when he offered to do my side work when I had to leave early for an appointment…just a really great guy, ya know?”

You swore to god, if she said ‘ya know?’ one more fucking time…

“Yeah, he’s a really great guy…” you mumbled, roughly twisting the silvers tightly into the napkin. You felt as though there was smoke coming from your ears, and your head was about to blow at any second. Had he been flirting with her? In the exact same ways that he flirted with you when you first started?

“Oh, and…this is kind of embarrassing but…I cried last Saturday night in the walk-in after my shift. I’d had a rough night, got stiffed by a table and spilled a beer in my shoes, Heather yelled at me and I just…anyway, Josh let me cry on him in there, dried my stupid tears. Really made me feel better, ya know? Told me everyone has those nights and I was a really great server. He even invited me out to the bar after closing. He made me feel so much better about it all.”

He…fucking…what?

The one night you decided to let someone switch you shifts…

“Did you go?” you blurted out a little too quickly. 

“Oh, where, to the bar?”

“Yes Jamie, to the bar. Did you go with him?” you growled.

Her nonchalance was really making you sick. “Oh, I started to, but then I decided against it. Josh walked me to my car and I went home and had a self care night. Those really are the best, ya know?”

“He walked you to your car?” you asked, your words spewing like wildfire now as you felt your blood boiling. 

“Yeah he uh, said he wanted to make sure I was safe… Y/N, you guys aren’t like, together are you? I mean I know you guys are close friends but if you’re anything more, I can back off…”

“No,” you cut her off. “No, we’re not together.” You grit your teeth as your fingers continued to roll, your ears nearly deaf with rage. 

“Are you sure?” she meekly asked. 

“Positive!” you smiled a fake smile. “We’re…really close friends. Nothing more…” The words burned coming from your mouth, the same sentence you’d reiterated to yourself time and time again the past few weeks now being spoken into the air, and feeling more real than ever. Nothing more. Nothing ever more. 

“Oh good! So then… I guess you won’t care if I take him up on his invitation to go to the bar, if he ever asks again? He’s just so sweet and I…kind of wouldn’t mind hanging out outside of wor—“

“No Jamie, I don’t mind. Actually, I don’t mind at all. I’m sure he’d love your company at the bar. He does this with every new hire, I’m sure he’s just breaking you in.” You knew it was wrong, but you somehow couldn’t stop yourself…

“Breaking me in?” she cowered. 

“Oh yeah,” you emphasized your words, making them sound as petty and condescending as possible. “Hot new chick comes to work here, he catches them up in a hot and heavy situationship, leads them along until he gets what he wants, then he disappears from their lives, dropping them like little stray kittens when new fresh meat comes along. Dick move, really. Happens all the time, he’s known for it. Didn’t…didn’t anyone tell you that?” you ask. Fuck, this was so wrong. You’ve lied to her twice now. 

“Oh, shit, no…no one has said anything about that. Does…does he really do that with every new person that comes along?”

“Yep! I’ve seen it a few times myself. He’ll break your heart faster than you can learn the secret menu, babe. Sorry to burst your bubble.” Her face fell as she blushed, definitely surprised at your fake story and taking it all for truth. “But I mean, if you’re into that kind of thing, then by all means…go to the bar with him.”

You could tell that Jamie wasn’t the type to be out looking for a hookup. She was the long term relationship type, you could tell that much just from her demeanor and a quick scroll of her instagram feed. You knew this fabricated story would turn her completely away from Josh, or at least, this new light you’d painted him in. 

You watched as she slipped her hair behind her ear, trying to swallow back the news you’d just bombed her with. “Ah, I’ll see. Maybe sometime I will,” she smiled, quickly turning her charm back on as you both heard the ding of the front door opening, signaling new customers. “My turn!” Her smile was as fake as the story you’d just made up, but you thought it was more out of necessity than kindness. And you suddenly felt fucking awful. 

Every single thing she’d just told you Josh did for her, was something that any gentleman would do, any nice person would do to make a new hire feel at home and welcomed. Of course he flirted with her, he’s a natural-born. Of course he walked her to her car late at night, and of course he invited her out to the bar so she wouldn’t feel left out when the group left together. And you just painted him in a light so horrible that even you wouldn’t want to hang out with him. 

Not to mention the lie you told before this one, that he was up North visiting family for the next few days. Truth be told, Josh called you one morning you were both off work and told you he would be back in a few days, that he had something he needed to take care of and he wouldn’t have cell service. He didn’t give any details, but you didn’t feel it was your place to really ask any, either. 

You’d made sure everything was alright, and asked if he needed you for anything while he was gone, but when he assured you everything was okay and hung up the phone more quickly than you could even give him a proper goodbye, you knew something was up. But what it was, you were completely unsure of. 

Of course you and Josh weren’t the type to text all day, day in and day out…you each gave each other space to live your own lives and do what the other pleased as far as daily activities, but you were confident in the fact that you knew where he was at any given time of day, and he you. It wasn’t ever expected, it’s just how it always was. Especially since you both worked nearly the same schedule. 

But something about that phone call felt wrong. It felt like he was withholding something, cutting your sentences off and not giving you much of anything, at all. Your senses told you that something was most definitely up. 

An intense retrospective dissociation that night after your conversation with Jamie had you replaying the few days leading up to Josh leaving town, thinking back on every little detail and wondering if you had overstepped your agreement with Josh. Made him feel uncomfortable or upset for any reason, but you really couldn’t think of a thing. You knew your thoughts about your relationship felt toxic in your mind, but that’s where they stayed, locked away tight. You never really voiced your concerns with him, trying to keep things as light as possible while you all but suffered internally. 

You fell asleep that night cold and alone, hugging a pillow between your arms while you wished it was Josh hugging you back. 

•••

Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, the rainstorm that had begun falling on you a few days ago had now turned into a full on downpour. 

You’d come into your shift that Friday morning, finding Josh had made it in well before you even parked your car. It was strange of him, as he always clocked in at the exact turn of the hour, no matter what. You tried to keep positive as you made the trek inside, thinking that maybe he’d gotten busy with unpacking when he’d arrived back home and forgot to call you, or maybe he’d re-thought his decision on the assistant manager position and had come to talk to Heather about it. Either way, you were excited to see his face again. 

“Morning, sunshine!” you sang into his ear when you found him on the patio, filling up the Parmesan cheese shakers. “You’re here awfully early, you go off and have a meeting with a life coach, or something?” Maybe playful teasing will break through the ice he had in his voice on that dreadful phone call the other day. 

“Morning,” he said, his voice fallen and a bit defeated. You paused, waiting for him to add some snide remark in his defense to make you laugh, but he didn’t. He just continued on with his task. 

You walked up beside him, grabbing a few stray menus from the cabinet and straightening them up. “You uh, have a good trip?”

“Yeah, was fine,” he replied, his voice chipper, but his eyes still looking at anything but you. Completely out of character. 

You leaned down on your elbows to look up at him from below, hoping that you’d catch his eyes. “Missed you, wasn’t the same without you here…” you cooed, earning nothing more than a tight-lipped grin from him as he tightened the lid on the last shaker. 

“Yeah, ditto,” he said, grabbing the tray of shakers up and backing his way back into the restaurant. 

What the fuck? Shit, had Jamie gotten to him and told him what you’d said? That had to be it, there was no other explanation for his odd behavior. How the fuck were you going to fix this?

You held back from him for the rest of the shift, giving him a little room and meeting the same energy he’d been giving you all day. You tried talking to him a handful of times, with each encounter feeling more and more forced than the last. You’d speak, and he’d respond, but his attitude toward you was nothing like the real him, and more than anything, it began to worry you that something else was up, and your gut wasn’t lying to you at all. 

The shift came and went in a flurry, time passing by in the blink of an eye before shift change hit you in the face. Jamie was replacing you in your section, and you hated to leave it full and not collect your tips, but you really felt as though you needed to get out of this place as soon as possible, and a little good karma wouldn’t be a bad thing to strive for, right now. 

So you transferred every single table to her, much to her overjoyed surprise, and you got to work counting your checks and tips before you could clock out and have an evening free to get away from the awkwardness that had become Angelo’s Pizza. 

You could hardly even face Josh by the end of the day, things felt so tense that you could cut the air with a knife, and you didn’t like it one fucking bit. 

“I’m going to the bar tonight, with Josh and everyone,” Jamie whispered in your ear as she came up behind you as you finished your sidework.. 

“Oh, you are?” you asked, surprised that Josh hadn’t asked you to go, and that he was going at all, given he worked a lunch shift. 

“Mhm, I asked if he was going out tonight, and he said he’d see me there. I just wanted to say thanks, for the warning about him, but I think I’m gonna give it a go, see what happens,” she said, excitement filling her voice as she bit into a staff pizza slice. 

“Ah well, good luck to you, I hope it works in your favor, babe.” You throw on a genuine smile, wanting more to shove her into the dish pit than encourage her any further. 

Much to your surprise, you met Josh inadvertently at the lockers as you were leaving, taking his order pad and pens out of his apron before dispensing it in the dirty hamper to be washed. You cleared your throat as you put your combination into your lock, accepting the fact that he just…didn’t want to talk to you. 

It was silent for a few seconds as the two of you did your own things before you slammed your door shut, making him startle where he stood. 

“Can I uh, walk you to your car, Y/N?” he asked quietly, his gaze still trying its best to avoid you without being rude. 

“It’s 4:30 in the afternoon, Josh. It’s not even dark yet,” you replied, regretting your tone as soon as the words left you. You watched his face fall even more. “I—sure, yes. I’m sorry, I’d love for you to walk me,” you agreed, feeling anxious and uneasy already. Things felt so out of place. 

The two of you waltzed out the back door and into the light of the evening, walking fairly quickly to your car parked on the side lot. “Things busy while I was gone?” he broke through the silence. 

“No,” you breathed, pulling your keys from your purse. “Really slow, actually. Made maybe $275 the whole time you were gone.”

“Yikes, picked a good time to leave, then,” he joked, pulling his arm behind his head. The two of you stood in silence again, what normally would be flirtatious hugs and teasing kisses had been replaced by uneasy stares and forced small talk, and you felt as though you could crumble at the loss of the feeling of him. His once warm and inviting persona has suddenly been replaced with an ice cold stare and a stoic stance.

“Are you sure everything is okay, Josh?” you pressed again, scared stiff to hear his reply as he couldn’t walk away from you, now. 

His honey brown eyes glistened in the sunlight as you watched him bite his lips in, pondering on his words before he said them. “Yeah, everything’s fine, Y/N. Swear.”

“You promise?” you asked as you poked his shoulder, hoping teasing him a little would jog the awkwardness away. 

“Promise.”

“Okay…then, you wanna come over this evening? Have a beer? I have a frozen calzone I'm gonna throw in the oven…” you tried again. 

His eyes darted sideways as he bit his lip in again, his hand uncomfortable as it rubbed the back of his neck. “I um, think I’m gonna stay in tonight, pretty tired from driving. Gonna catch up on some z’s,” he said, his tone completely unconvincing. What the hell…he just lied to you. He’s going to the bar…

You try your best to cover up your surely shocked expression. “Sure yeah, I should uh, probably do that too…” you said as you began backing away from him, aggravated tears threatening your eyes. “I’ll see you later, thanks for walking me.” 

You unlocked your car and hopped into the driver’s seat, quickly finding the ignition as you held your breath and stopped every single emotion from making its way to your face. He couldn’t see you cry… 

You didn’t even bother looking back at him as you pulled out of your spot, knowing that a simple glance at him would have you losing it right there in the parking lot. You could feel his eyes on you, though, watching as you threw it in drive and made your exit quick. 

The road home from Angelo’s was packed with traffic, cars filling nearly every street spot as families and locals alike started to fill the town for the weekend. Your hands gripped hard at the top of the steering wheel as you were carefully watching for pedestrians, the same burning tears fighting their way through the closer to home you became. Your chest was tight and your palms were sweaty, what in the world is happening? Where has your sweet Josh gone?

Maybe the false story you’d made up and told Jamie was actually closer to the truth than you realized, maybe you were just another pawn in Josh’s game until someone new came along. Maybe he really does do this to everyone, and you just hadn’t had anyone to warn you..

You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, letting them finally fall freely as you neared your driveway. You choked out powerful sobs, your eyes throbbing and your throat tight as you let yourself mourn what felt to be the loss of not only an amazing lover, but one of your very best friends. You whipped your car into the parking spot and shut it off, giving yourself a second to wipe your tears before one of your neighbors caught you in this fucking fit of tears and sobs. 

You felt idiotic, thrashing yourself down into your bed after kicking your shoes off to fall to the floor, letting yourself be overcome with sorrow. And more so, a lingering guilt that you’d done something so wrong that he went from being the one you spoke to the most in this world, to turning you away completely. It was so sudden that you felt like you had whiplash. 

After an hour long cry, you dragged yourself up out of your bed and to the bathroom, stripping away the clothes that held pizza dust and beer to hop into the shower. Hot showers always bring about wisdom, so you made sure to turn the knob to nearly scalding. 

As you let the water flow over your hair and onto your face, the picture on the backs of your eyelids was nothing but Josh… His curls, his chocolate eyes, his perfect smile and the way it gave you butterflies… You aren’t incorrect in confidently saying that your crush on him is more than just that, that your feelings have developed into something a bit more serious. More than what you would call just friends. 

Maybe you should just call him. Force it out of him… Maybe you should show up to the bar tonight, and act like nothing in the world is wrong. Or maybe you should just get back under the covers and have that whole calzone to yourself. All the options sound feasible, but then your mind suggests that you turn the tables. What would Josh do if the roles were reversed?

He’d probably call you up, and when you didn’t answer the first time, he’d call again, letting the tone ring until you either sent him to voicemail or picked up. Then he’d tell you he was bringing snacks and wine over, and you were going to sit with him and explain what’s going on, just like any good friend would do. No questions asked. Josh was a private man, but that still didn’t stop him from loving those who surrounded him unconditionally. And, as far as you were concerned, you were one of those people. And you deserved to know what the hell is going on with him, especially if you had any intention of helping him fix it. 

So, as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in your towels, you decided on doing just that. You grabbed up your phone and opened your text thread with Josh, seeing that the multiple memes and funny videos you’d sent him over the last few days had gone unreplied to, sitting there on read in your texts as if he hadn’t even seen them at all. You ignore it, instead typing up a rather happy message that laid a few things out, seeing if it will bait him to finally respond. 

You: Starting Friends over from season 1, going to see if I’m still Team Joey after this go around. This calzone and wine won’t taste the same without you, but I hope you’re catching up on that sleep you missed out on. Would love to hear about your trip, if you want. The invitation to join me still stands💘

You watched as the message turned to delivered, and you tossed the phone back onto the counter as you awaited hearing the buzz of a reply. You got dressed and dried your hair, realizing that the bar simply wasn’t in the cards tonight, there was no way you’d get the swelling to go down around your eyes from all the crying, anyway. 

If there was anything you’d learned in the past few days, was that your feelings for Josh weren’t unwarranted, and they most definitely were real. Fuck, you cried over the guy. You haven’t cried over someone in years, let alone let yourself mope just because he wasn’t giving you the attention they normally did. It felt childish, and it felt a little silly, but the overflow of emotions set in stone that you really did care for him.

But now, a couple of hours after the text sent through and your calzone sat half-eaten on the stove, you realize that maybe he isn’t going to take you up on the offer to talk, and you’re going to have to finish your bottle of wine by yourself. 

•••

You woke up the next morning on the couch, tangled in a blanket with Friends still playing on your TV. You glance at the time seeing it is only 9:00, and you have all day to hang around before your shift at 4. Your notifications were plentiful, so you wiped the sleep from your eyes and let them adjust to the bright screen. 

A few emails and Facebook nonsense, but there at the bottom is a text from Jamie, and a notification from Josh. 

Jamie: Hey girl, things are going great at the bar, just wanted to say thanks for being real with me. 💋 I’ll let you know how the night ends…

All Josh had done was reacted to your text with a heart. Of course. 

Ya know what…

You shot up off the couch, dizzy from getting up too fast, but more than anything, rightly pissed the hell off. You were over it, over trying, over trying to be gentle with approaching the situation in a way that you thought might push Josh away even more. Fuck it, he didn’t want to talk to you, you didn’t want to talk to him. He wanted to lie to you and go to the bar with someone else, fine. All you ever wanted was his time and attention, and apparently all he ever wanted from you was a piece of ass. And hell, he never even got that. 

Whatever. You’re over it. You’re going to get a coffee, throw on the perfume that Josh used to love, and walk into your shift with him with a newfound charisma. You didn’t need this shit. All it was doing was giving you wrinkles and a reason to drink. 

•••

A week passed, the shifts with Jamie and Josh being anything but friendly since you had decided that there was nothing there with him anymore, nothing that should hold your interest enough to put you through that much emotional turmoil day in and day out. So you found other things and other people to occupy your time at work, making closer friends with the kitchen staff and a few of the other servers and hanging out with them on your nightly trips to the bar. 

It still hurt, and you knew that fake wall you had built was still entirely intact, a protective barrier to save yourself from impending heartbreak even worse than you’d already had because of Josh. But you knew you’d built it out of sticks and mud instead of brick, and you were worried that it would come tumbling down at the first instance of Josh showing you any interest again. He had become addictive like that, but you were strong, realizing your self-worth after you’d given yourself a few days to marinate in your sadness.

Josh’s cold shoulder stayed cold for the first few days after your epiphany, but eased up just a little the day that he asked you if you were going to the bar after a really busy night shift. 

“Probably. Why?” you responded coldly. 

He shrugged as the two of you stood at the expo window. “Just wondering. You don’t really ever fill the barstool beside me anymore.” 

You shot your head sideways to look at him head on, eyebrows cocked with a completely flabbergasted expression. 

“You’re joking, right?” you exclaimed as two pepperonis were set in the window. “That’s because you have Little Miss taking her spot in it most nights now, Josh. Don’t put that weird blame shit on me.” 

“Blame shit? You have just as much right to sit there as she does,” he replied, throwing you for a loop again. He hadn’t spoken to you this much in what felt like weeks. 

You turned to him fully, coming into his space as you realized you were not backing down. “You haven’t spoken to me in days, Josh. Literally ignored me at every turn, ignored my texts and my invitations to talk, you give me the cold shoulder every day…and I still have no fucking clue as to why. I thought our friendship meant more to you than that. So no, I don’t have a right to that barstool anymore, for all I know as soon as I sat down you’d get up and leave, anyway.” You gripped both the hot pizzas in your hands after stabbing the check, racing off as you left him in the dust.

Fuck that. He wants to talk now? After all this time? No. And not like this. 

If he wanted to talk, he could come to you when you both were off the clock. Lord knows you were ready to hear his side of things. 

•••

You didn’t go to the bar that night. In fact, you went straight home, contemplating taking up TJ’s offer to go out for a drive and smoke. TJ was cool, and really good company, even being the professional stoner that he was. He never made you feel like he wanted anything more than just to cruise around and listen to music, always tossing you a few prerolleds before he dropped you back off at your place.

But just as you were about to respond to his text with an “OK, be ready in ten”, you heard a car pull up in your driveway. “Damnit TJ, I’m not nearly ready to leave, yet,” you whispered to yourself as you peeked through your living room curtain. You were still in nothing but your sports bra and panties.

But it wasn’t TJ. It was Josh. 

And his car door was slamming, and he was barrelling toward your front door. What the fuck?

Within seconds, he was banging a fist on the door, yelling your name as if his life depended on it. “Y/N! Hey, answer the door!”

You thought that something may be wrong, so you quickly wrapped your robe around you and darted for the door, unlocking the deadbolt quickly as you began to panic. You thrust the door open quickly, revealing a very pissed off Josh. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” you asked as he pushed past you and into the room. 

He was pacing around, his hands unknowing of where to land as they ran through his hair, and sat on his hips before rising again to run over his face. “No, I’m not really okay, Y/N… Do you wanna tell me what you’ve been telling people at work about me? Hm? The absolute fucking lies you’re spreading?”

Fuck. You swallowed hard, walking closer to him as you placed your hands gently on his arm. 

“Josh, sit down, I think we can talk abo–”

“No, I don’t want to sit down, Y/N! Why are you making things up about me? Telling people I’m a serial douchebag? That I go after every new hire and dangle them around until someone new comes along? I’m not–I don’t do that, Y/N! That’s not me at all!” he yells, and you know that you’d fucked up. You could feel the rage that you had begun to suppress rising back up in your chest now that he had brought everything to the surface again. 

You stepped back, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. You decided to speak slowly and calmly, hoping that it would bring him down a few notches so that you really could talk civilly. 

“Josh, honey, I know that I may have said some bad things, some untrue things. And I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have made up those lies, and I especially shouldn’t have told them to someone as impressionable as Jamie. And I’m so, so sorry about that. But… honestly Josh, I think I might be starting to believe my own lie, it feels more and more like reality as the days go on… don’t you think?”

He shook his head side to side, his cheeks red. “No, what do you even mean? Reality?”

“Josh, you can’t tell me you’re oblivious to what happened to us, come on now. We went from spending nearly every free second together, becoming involved in each other’s lives, and then you go on some mystery trip and come back a whole different person. You ignore me, ice me out, you don’t reply to me anymore or even treat me the same way when you do talk, so yeah, maybe I was just one of those new hires that you dangled along until something shinier and new came along! I’m not stupid, Josh, I’ve begged you to talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. But you never did, I guess I didn’t mean as much to you as you meant to me. And honestly, it’s fucked up. I deserve better than that.” Your words were spewing, but you meant each and every last one. You got your point across, and said everything you wanted to say. Now the ball was in his court. 

Josh stayed silent as you watched his jaw tighten over and over again, the redness in his cheeks paling to a soft pink as he eventually sat down, laying his head in his hands with defeat. 

“You’ve got it all wrong, Y/N,” you could barely hear him through his ragged breathing. “All wrong.”

You rushed over to sit beside him on the couch, still feeling that same draw to him no matter how upset and angry you really were. “I’m wrong? Then tell me what the truth is, Josh. I’m right here, I’ve always been ready to listen…”

He paused for a few more seconds before finally sitting up, his eyes watery and puffed as he took a deep breath through his mouth. “I went… I went back home. To my hometown. On my trip, that’s where I was…” he trailed off, pursing his lips. “My ex, he uhm. He’d gotten ahold of me, told me he regretted everything that had happened with us, wanted to meet up and talk it out, see if there was any part of our relationship that could be mended.” He swallowed hard, you knew this was probably hard for him to say out loud. So you placed a comforting hand on his arm again, patting it a few times to let him know you were still listening. 

“So we did, we went back home and started where we had left off, talking things out and hearing each other’s side of things for the first time since he left. We were long distance, remember? So things weren’t easy even then, when I thought we were happy. We spent a few days together, very cordially. I spent the nights at my parents’, so he and I usually met for breakfast and then spent the day hiking or… whatever. Giving ourselves ample time to converse. And we did. Uh, we worked through a lot of issues that the both of us had, hang-ups that the other didn’t even know existed at the time.” 

Josh turned to finally make eye contact with you, choking back a few stray tears. “And it was good, I thought we got to a really good place. But. The time came for us to have to leave, and… it uh. Really didn’t go as planned, our goodbye. It felt like a real, actual goodbye. Like we’d spent the time together to air our grievances, but all it did was solidify our decision to keep things the way they had ended up. Completely separated.”

Ah. Well, fuck. 

“Josh honey, I’m so sorry… that must have been really hard,” you say, feeling so sorrowful for him. 

“It wasn’t fun, but I also didn’t go there thinking that one little trip would magically make things good again. I didn’t even really want them to be good again, I just hated leaving things the way we had, hanging by a thread and unsealed like that. Didn’t feel healthy,” he admitted. “I still had things to say.”

He bit his lips in again. “But I realized something the minute I disconnected from him, Y/N…I realized that I’d left you in the exact same predicament that he had left me in. Here, alone, with no explanation of where I had gone. And that hurt me more than anything.” You were surprised, extremely blindsided by this…what? He felt bad for leaving you?

“Josh, I’m confused though, you’ve been back home for days, why have you been icing me out if you felt bad for leaving me like that?” you asked. 

“Because, Y/N,” he stood up, “I’ve never had anyone throw me into a mix so horrifyingly perfect as the one you throw me into every single day. Never.”

You placed your hands on the couch beside you. “What? What do you—“

“You scare the ever loving hell out of me, Y/N. You’re—you’re fucking perfect, in every single sense of the word. You’re beautiful, caring, hilarious… You make me feel more seen than any other human I’ve ever met,” he said, standing before you, now. “I’m terrified of you, Y/N.”

Your chest suddenly felt hollow, and your limbs felt heavier than weights. Nothing was making sense…nothing was adding up. 

“Then why haven’t you talked to me, Josh? Until right now? If I’m all those things for you, why didn’t you know that you could come to me and explain instead of making me feel so stupid the past few weeks?” you defend yourself. “I missed you, I told you that.”

“Because, Y/N, because… I’m a dumb fucking guy, I guess. I thought if I ignored you, maybe things would go away. Maybe I could lie to myself and say that I was making it all up in my head. I wasn’t ready to move on, Y/N. I wasn’t ready to dive back in again and settle down. You know I hate fucking change. I thought that meeting up with him would distract me from you, I guess. Give me something else to focus on. But it didn’t. It didn’t work at all. It only made me realize how much better you are than he ever was to me. So I needed to push you away, see if I could escape from your fucking chokehold on me instead of just letting myself swim into it. But, I swear to god, these last few days I realized my stupid plan wasn’t working. And I can’t get you out of my head. No matter how hard I fucking try.”

Another bombshell. They just kept fucking falling. 

“So then, at the bar tonight, I was trying one last ditch attempt at it. Seeing if I could go one whole night without typing up a reply to you, only to catch myself and erase it again. I needed to see if I could do it. But then, Jamie got too drunk and told me what you said about me, how I tried to swoop in on new hires and take them home, then do nothing but break their hearts. She told me you said I was a real dick, Y/N. Told the rest of the guys about it, too. Had them all starting to believe it. So it pissed me off. I told them that wasn’t true, I’d never treat anyone that way. Told them they could believe what they wanted, but my intentions and my character would never reflect that. Then I left, and here I am. Realizing that I had done that exact thing to you, Y/N. Only with a lot more twists and turns than they were aware of.”

“Josh, I never meant for that rumor to take hold, or spread…I—I was so upset, so jealous that she was going after you, and you were giving her the attention. I was stupid, and I regret it. I promise tomorrow I will make it all right. I’ll tell everyone I made it up,” you tell him, your words holding truth. You did feel shitty about it. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Josh finally muttered after a few seconds of silence. “I have no excuses as to why I treated you that way, other than saying that I made a really dumb decision. You deserved better than that, but I also deserve to not have lies made up about me and my integrity.”

You nodded, tears starting to fall from your eyes, too. “I know, Josh. I’ll fix it. I’ll fix it.”

You feel his hand come up to catch the tear before it falls, the gentle contact feeling like a hundred lives of love. “I’ll fix it too, Y/N. I promise, I will. I missed you, I missed you so bad,” he said, finally wrapping his arms all the way around your neck, pulling you into him in the warmest embrace you’d felt in ages, finally breaking through the ice and back into his swirling mix of happy and sweet. 

“I missed you too, Josh. Please believe me…I hated this separation from you, it didn’t feel right.”

“I know, it didn’t feel right to me either. Do you know how hard it was to stay away from you like that?” he said, his voice choking into your shoulder as you held each other. 

“No one forced you to do that, Josh,” you said, pulling away to look at him. “You’re right, you made a dumb fucking guy decision, you know that you could have talked to me about it, you know that if you wanted our relationship to move into something else, I would have been ready to do so however you wanted. I never would have guilted you or pulled you into something that we both didn’t think was right.”

“I know. I know I know. I can see that, now. Now that you held a mirror up in front of my face,” he laughed a little.

A silence fell between the two of you as you both sat in your guilt, realizing your faults on all ends of the spectrum. Neither of you had made good, conscious decisions, but at least neither of you were too proud to admit to it and finally take the responsibility. 

Finally, you gathered the courage to ask… the real root of what could have been giving you a hint to this all along. 

“Is that why you won’t sleep with me?” you asked, your voice small and quiet.

The emotion that came over his features nearly broke you in two, his eyes falling and his mouth puckering up into the most pitiful pout. He took a quick breath, and your hands in his, his shoulders slumping forward as he gathered his own courage to answer. 

“I think so…” He trailed off, his expression suddenly looking like his mind was racing with recognition of his innermost thoughts. “I actually… Probably so. I don’t think I have ever consciously decided that…” his eyes were scanning and darting around as if his mouth couldn’t keep up with his mind. “I want you, Y/N, I hope to god that you know that. I have wanted that with you for a long, long time. That shared experience. I guess I… had some type of wall built up, some kind of false narrative in my head that once we crossed that threshold, there wouldn’t be any looking back. Our fate would be sealed.”

You grinned, “Josh, baby, that’s ridiculous.”

“Ugh, I know,” he huffed. “But is it really, though? Sex can be just as mental for men as it is for women, trust me,” he explained.

“I’m sure, I’m sure,” you nodded. 

“I guess I thought that if… If I had you like that, then my feelings would somehow be locked in, and I just…”

“You weren’t ready for that,” you replied. 

He shook his head slowly, side to side as he eyed you again with pity. “Guess I really wasn’t. But, spending that time back home with him felt so… I dunno, bleak? Like we were both faking it to appease the other. I don’t hate him, and I think that’s mutual…we just needed to realize that maybe we aren’t what each other needed anymore so that we could both move forward in our lives. On to better things.”

“That makes sense,” you nodded in return. “I totally get that.”

Another silence fell on the both of you as you relaxed back onto your couch, re-covering yourself with the robe you’d thrown on. Josh mimicked your action, the back of his neck hitting the plush cushions of your couch as he fell back with a huff. “So, what now?”

You shrugged, not having much of a clue seeing as how the two of you hadn’t spoken this much in weeks. Your heart was still torn to shreds, feeling beaten down and kicked around after enduring so much time of tension. But for Josh, you knew you would find the patience somewhere. You just hoped he would do the same for you.

“Can we just sit?” he asked, leaning down to untie his shoelaces. 

“You’re not gonna go back to the bar?” you asked, thrown off yet again. Even after the conversation, it still felt like he was distant. 

He scrunched up his face in distaste as he tossed his shoes into the corner, pulling the blanket down off the back of your couch. “No, was kinda lame there tonight. Plus I really like Jamie, but if she said the phrase ‘ya know’ to me one more time…”

You grunted a laugh, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Ah come on Josh, she’s sweet,” you said cheekily as he pulled the blanket over to cover your legs.

“Never said she wasn’t sweet. She just… thinks our work friendship is going to turn into something else, and it’s just not. I was just trying to be the nice guy, ya know?”

You playfully slapped him across the arm as the two of you leaned back into the cushions, fully facing one another now as you scooted yourself closer to him. His warmth. His hand habitually gripping both of your bent knees onto his lap. 

“You are the nice guy, Josh. That’s what I love about you. You made me feel comfortable there before anyone else did. And you were just doing the same for Jamie,” you explained, all the while knowing that from the outside looking in, it truly really might’ve looked like Josh was a serial douche bag. “I’m just glad you really aren’t what I made you out to be.”

“No, m’not,” he breathed, looking across the room blindly. “I swear, I never expected to fall for you so hard, Y/N. I really missed our times, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to keep them going. Keep you happy.”

You let your hand fall to the crown of his head, ringing his curls around your fingers mindlessly as your mind rushed with how you normally used to spend these nights, wrapped up in each other so explicitly that you sometimes wondered if you’d ever tire of one another. Now you know that you wouldn’t have. Your pull to him was powerful and so intense that when the cable was cut you were positive you’d gone blind, wandering around without your muse to keep your mind at ease. His hand was drifting up and down your barren leg, now, sending a shiver through you that you hoped he didn’t catch on to.

“S’okay, Josh. I’m sorry, too. It’s been lonely without you.” You leaned your forehead down toward him, finally breathing him in again for the first time in so long. His scent felt like home.

He exhaled, relaxing his own forehead against yours as his hands hugged you in a little tighter. Just being near him again had you completely forgetting about all the bad things, all the ill feelings that have plagued you these past couple of weeks. Your body was already reacting to his touch, the magnetism toward him gaining strength with each passing second. 

“Will you let me come home, Y/N?”

Your heart fell off it’s high horse, tumbling down into the pit of your stomach as you replayed his words in your mind, letting them soak in like peeks of sunshine through the trees. He thought of you as home, too. 

“Yeah baby, you can come home,” you breathed, the elation filling you so fully that you couldn’t stop your lips from crashing onto his, your hand curling in his hair and pulling him in close. His deep inhale at the surprise of your actions let you know that he had been wanting this maybe even more than you had, his hand moving from your knees to harshly trailing up your thigh. You pulled away after the quick connection, wanting nothing more than to see the expression on his face after you had made the surprise move.

He grit his teeth as you realized his eyes had gone dark, his lips wet and puffed just from the short, forceful kiss. “Thank god,” he breathed with a rattle, reaching both his hands down to your waist to pick you up with ease, bringing you to straddle your knees across his lap. 

“Jo–” you could barely get his name out before he was crashing onto you again, his hands already squeezing tightly at your thighs as you rested your hands on his shoulders. He craned forward, bringing the kiss into something more serious as his tongue began dancing with yours, still burning and sweet with whatever drink he had chosen at the bar before Jamie’s barstool confessional sent him raging mad toward your house.

God, you had fucking missed him so badly. More than you had even noticed, you guessed, as you finally felt the familiar burning touch of his fingertips working their way up your legs to your hips and around to your back as you allowed your robe to fall open. Everything finally felt right again. 

Breaking away from his kiss seemed like a sin so wretched that you didn’t dare commit it as the honeyed taste of him ravished your body for the first time in so long. The scene quickly became much more wanting than it was just seconds ago, a mess of flailing hands and arms reaching and grabbing and making up for lost time. 

You felt your lungs begin to want to gasp for air, and just as you couldn’t take the lack of oxygen any longer, Josh broke away, his mouth immediately reconnecting to your throat. Your head tilted back on its own as the wetness of his mouth peppered kisses down the length of it, finally landing between your breasts. His hooded eyes peered at you through his thick lashes, the smirk on his face asking you permission to go a little further, so of course you nodded. Is hands gripped the cups of your sports bra, freeing your tits of their confines as he pressed his face lovingly between them, his tongue drifting across one and to the other as he lightly teased your nipples. 

You giggled at the touch, feeling giddy and tickled as he switched between light nips and harsh kisses, praising one of his favorite parts of your body that he had so missed. His hands didn’t forget their places on your hips, jerking you forward to press against him as you straddled. Your legs spread a bit wider as pleasure began overtaking your mindset instead of it reeling itself to death. Excitement was soon overtaken by something much more sinister. You could feel him hard beneath you, as you so often did, and you wondered if things were leading toward something else tonight. 

You wouldn’t hold it against him if not, knowing that things are still touchy and probably a bit filtered for him. And for you. But also, if you started to see things going in that direction, you most definitely wouldn’t say no. 

Your body rolled into him, instantly pushing your core down onto him in search of furthering it’s own pleasure. He moaned at the feeling, jerking his hips up as you began to grind a little. You wouldn’t know that he was falling in love with not only the visual of you on top of him…with only the barrier of his jeans and your underwear making the disconnect that he had so desperately wanted to fulfill, but he was also falling in love with the feeling of the essence of you. Your absence from one another had forced him into a rut he didn’t even know he was in, looking for distractions and diversions to take his mind elsewhere… anything to get the vision of your face from his mind while he figured himself out. 

But at least he made the admission. It had lifted a weight off of him that he hadn’t realized was forcing him down into the ground like heavy gravity, the guilt of leaving you in the dust because of his own disposition making him feel like shit. So he decided to seize it, not letting one more second pass that didn’t include you, his one and only stimulation in life. In only the span of a couple of weeks, he’d learned what life felt like without you in it, and he’d be damned if he went any further without living each and every second enraptured in your goodness. 

“Fuck, I missed you…” Josh mumbled as he pulled you to him, whispering in your ear as he trailed kisses down the column of your neck. “I’m so sorry baby, this is where I belong, I swear to god it is…”

With his words, you grinded down harder onto him, your hands tangled in his hair and massaging on his shoulders as you pressed yourself harder. “Mmm,” you agreed, the tiniest whimper falling from your lips as he bit down a little on your right nipple. “I missed you more… Missed this the most…” you admitted through already clouded visions of what was to come next. 

Within seconds Josh was pulling the shoulders of your robe down, watching as the front tie finally loosened and the fabric pooled around your waist. Josh hissed a harsh growl through his teeth as he pulled back, meeting your eyes with a devilish glare. His jaw tightened hard as his the fingertips of his right hand trailed down your chest and stomach, a barely-there touch that had your body shuddering. Then his fingers landed right on your heat, his middle finger pressing against your clit and making tiny circles over your underwear. You let out a quiet shriek at his touch, laughing through a breath as he ripped your panties to the side, hooking them in his grasp while his thumb finally made contact in the exact place you wanted him. 

Your voice was shrill as the pad of his thumb went to work, the pressure and the movement so perfect it was like you hadn’t spent any time apart, at all. Your wrist lazily rested on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, leaning back to give him better access. You felt your neck roll a little as your hips began to swirl on his hand, your wetness already pooling and falling into your panties. “Fuck, Josh…” you moaned, slightly embarrassed by hearing yourself fall apart already. 

“Mmmhm… fuck, you don’t know how good it sounds to hear my name like that…” he said, jutting his hips up onto you. He pulled your panties even tighter, letting his middle finger play at your entrance while the rushing of his thumb never stopped. “God you’re already there for me, aren’t you baby? You look so good right here…”

Your sounds quickly turn into desperation as his middle finger presses further inside, the slight stretch making your hand grip onto his shoulder while the other one rests on his knee behind you for stability. Luckily, with the lack of actual sex with Josh, the two of you had become extremely well-versed in the other forms of the act, becoming professionals with pleasing the other in all ways but one. His finger began to pump slowly, working itself inside you as he hooked it and perfectly brushed the most sensitive spot deep inside you. Your mind fuzzed with static as you realized you were near the peak already; how quickly he knew exactly how to get you there. 

You wanted more, you wanted all of him, you always had. But you knew better now that to push the issue like you used to. If it was going to happen, it was going to be his decision. You’d bargain that he knew exactly where you stood on the matter. 

You felt your teeth digging into your bottom lip as your hips swirled, the pleasure already blinding as you’d gone so long without the touch of his hands. His free hand was still gripping your waist and guiding your movements, pulling you even more harshly against his still-clothed length. 

Like he had read your mind, he suddenly stopped, gently pulling himself from you and pushing you backward a little to stand up. The loss of his touch made you want to scream as the delicious buildup was beginning to be too much, anyway. So you stood, willing to go along with whatever it was he wanted, tonight. He stood up as well and undid his belt, letting his pants fall from his waist and onto the floor.

You helped him by jerking at the bottom hem of his shirt, ripping it up over his head and dispensing it on the floor. You’d forgotten just how beautiful he was underneath his clothes, his torso chiseled and arms strong and inviting. His chest was heaving at the sight of you and the mess of the situation, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think that he was unaware the night would end up here, just the same as you were. 

Just from the light in his eyes though, you could tell that he didn’t have any regrets. You made the move to push him back down onto the couch, wasting no time in placing your open palm against his length while connecting your mouth with his again. It was like his sweetness had a new air of addiction to it, now that all of your feelings for one another had begun to come uncovered. You hadn’t brushed by the fact that he had admitted his feelings for you were stronger than he’d even noticed, and you were yet to tell him that you had felt the same, all this time. 

As he fell back into his seat, letting you take charge this time, you snaked your legs across him again and landed on your knees, craning high above him as your hand never left his length. You kneaded and squeezed, feeling him grow harder and harder as you pleased him, kissing him hard again. He whimpered quietly into your mouth and it nearly sent you back into that same frame of mind again, but you wanted to stay clear-headed. 

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, Josh. You know that?” you smiled onto him, making his eyelashes flutter as he suckled at your bottom lip. “Everything about you.”

“Is that a good thing? Or,” he grinned, his hands finding their place on your hips again.

“It is now,” you crooned. “I was crazy mad before… Crazy sad that you’d iced me out… But before all that I was just crazy into you. Wanted you around all the time, wanted your full attention, wanted you to be able to call me yours and no one else’s.” You weren’t sure where you were going with the admission, but you had to meet him on his level after he’d bared a bit of his soul to you. You leaned down to avoid his eyes just in case he was nervous, and you began lightly digging your teeth into his shoulder as you continued sneaking your hand into his boxer briefs.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he shuddered at your touch, his body crunching in on itself from the contact. “Yes…”

Your hand gripped his shaft and worked its way up his length, and you found that your hand had missed the feeling of him, too. You lightly massaged his tip, making his whole body rush and writhe beneath you. “Feel good, baby? Always wanna make you feel good, missed hearing your sounds…” you said, taking back a little bit of that control to urge him on. 

You stayed this way for another minute or so, working him up just as he had done for you. He was already impossibly hard in your hand, and you could tell he was nearing that point, his teeth biting into your shoulder and his hand pulling you down to brush against him at every pause in your movement. The both of you had reached points of ferality, your hunger for each other coming back full force. 

His hand reached behind you and gripped your ass hard, pulling at the muscle with such tension it almost hurt. But that’s how you knew that he was having a hard time keeping it together. Your heart raced in your chest as you felt his breathing stagger, the closeness and intimacy both teetering on the edge of becoming something more than either of you had bargained for tonight. 

“Let’s go… into your bedroom. Let’s go,” he demanded, making moves to lift you from your straddle. 

He stood tall with you in his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around him so you didn’t fall. 

“Are–Are you sure, Josh?” you asked, halfway knowing that this might be the moment you’ve been waiting for, but also one hundred percent ready to keep taking things slow, no matter how bad your body craved him. 

“Positive. I’m tired of this… I want… No, I need you, Y/N,” he explained, making his way toward your bedroom door. 

He kicked it closed behind him before dispersing you on the mattress, bouncing a few times as he flicked the light off to darken the room almost completely. All you could see was his perfect silhouette from the ambient light from the window, kicking his boxers all the way off before shifting them to the side. You removed your own bra and tossed it aside as you felt the familiar feeling of him reaching under you to pull you back to the edge of your bed. He ripped your panties off and tossed them away, too, before rubbing his hands along the insides of your thighs, making them fall apart. 

“One more taste of you, though,” he growled before connecting his tongue to your soaked core. 

“Oh my god, Josh… fuck…” you cried rather loudly as your hands found his locks. You pulled at them without a lick of shyness, wanting him buried between your legs like you had imagined for nights on end during the time spent without him. His tongue jumped into action as he licked up all your wetness, sending himself deeper and deeper inside you, his actions pointed and messy all at the same time. 

“Mmm,” he crowed, and you knew then that he truly did miss this just as much as you did. There was nothing like it. Nothing like him. No one had ever given you the same amount of pleasure and adoration as he had. And you hoped to god that he was here to stay, this time. 

Your lower belly began tightening with waves of pleasure, but you suspected that it was more due to the excitement that you were finally going to experience him for all that he was, as raw and delicious and perfect as you had always imagined. You fought back the euphoria that he was already quickly getting you to, knowing that you wanted to savor this feeling for all that it was worth. 

He could tell you were close as you began actively trying to calm your breathing, stifling away any impending concentration on trying not to orgasm. 

He took that as his cue to push you further back on the bed, crawling his way up your body as the two of you finally met, completely unclothed and baring your souls to one another. Finally. 

“Josh, please don’t feel like you have to do this, I completely understand,” you reasoned as he guided his tip up through your soaked folds. Just that sensation alone had your eyes rolling back in your head. God that was so fucking… 

“I want to, god damnit, I need you,” he said, his voice chopped with desire. “Been waiting too long for this, for you…”

Your legs spread wider for him as he teased you, collecting up your wetness and savoring the feeling of the two of you finally connecting. Your body was burning with want, and you were terrified that you would be close to the edge again as soon as he entered you, but you held out hope. 

“I’m fucking over the just friends shit, Y/N. I’m done with it. I can’t keep lying to you, lying to myself…” he raised up on his elbow to get a better look at your face as he pulled a few stray hairs clear. “Tell me you feel the same…”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Josh? I’ve wanted you since the second I met you, since the day you talked me off the edge in the walk-in…” you hummed. “Something different about you, and I knew it. Been craving you ever since…”

“Craving me, huh?” he huffed with a heavy air of confidence. “Awfully powerful emotion.”

You pursed your lips as you shook your head, your hips rutting into his touch. “More than a craving. You make me think about shit, make me want a future. No one else has ever understood me like you do, baby. And we’ve got so much more to learn about each other…”

He knew you were right. Things had been this good for a while now, and if it weren’t for this latest hiccup, the two of you would have been on the road to oblivion together, sharing more than just work secrets and pleasure-filled evenings after too many drinks at the bar. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. I wanna be more with you,” he admitted with a harsh swallow. He pressed himself inside you just a little, giving you a sliver of a taste of what else he had to offer. 

“Then let’s do it, let’s be more,” you agreed, positive of the fact that you could see right through your current lust for him and into what you believe will be a healthy, steady relationship. 

“Yeah?” he asked, and you could tell he was smiling. “You sure?”

“Never been more positive,” you relayed as he pressed a little further, making your skin crawl with the delicious satisfaction of getting exactly what you wanted, after all this time. 

Josh sweetly pressed his lips to yours, and pressed himself inside you, inch by delicious inch until he was fully seated. 

Finally, finally.

There wasn’t any way to describe how it felt, only whispers of sounds and attempted strings of letters meant to be words falling from both of your lips as you let yourselves relish in the thrill. Cloud nine didn’t even begin to explain it, and euphoria was way behind in the string of feelings that your mind, body, and soul were experiencing. 

It was as if he completed you in ways that you didn’t know needed completing, filling in all your empty spaces and wholly baring his entirety to you in a way that only he could.  

“Fuckkkkkk…” was all you could mutter, and a sharp inhale was all he could breathe, his jaw hanging agape as he took you in. 

He began moving inside you, pulling out ever so slowly and then pushing back in again with light force. Electric shocks filled your system and deep rolls of pleasure threatened your psyche, making you positively dizzy with overwhelming satisfaction. Your hand jolted up to your own hair, pulling it back from your face as you fought with desperation. There was no way he felt this good…

“Good baby?” he asked quietly in your ear, beginning to pick up a little bit of a pace. 

“Fucking…unreal, Josh,” you mumbled, having trouble formulating anything coherent. 

“You’re fucking perfect Y/N, I swear to god…” he breathed as he raised up on both hands, steadying himself above you as he twisted his hips to a new angle. He propped up on his knee as he began rolling his hips, each thrust bottoming out and hitting you impossibly deeper each time. He reached behind him and pulled your leg up to rest around his waist, the new angle making you cry out in a sweet pain for just a second until he worked you through it. 

The sounds bouncing off the walls were borderline embarrassing, but neither of you cared. You were locked in, completely out of control and in it at the same time as your bodies ravished one another beyond any point of authority. It was intense, and it was uncontrolled, but damn if it wasn’t beyond every single thing you had ever imagined. He leaned down on his elbows to put his face close to yours, bringing you into a deep and sweet kiss. Nothing could have prepared you for this. You always knew you had chemistry, but this…

He picked up speed for a minute or so as you cried out, his own sounds beginning to creep through his chest and into the hot air of the room. Half of you wanted to push him to his back and let you take over, but you’d wager that he wanted this. Wanted to continue to prove to himself that this was the right decision, tonight. And hopefully, for a long time to come. 

He suddenly slowed, just as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening to a point of no return, and began to slowly and steadily pump in and out of you. The crude sounds suddenly ceased, and you were left with him swaying his hips in a motion not unlike the waves crashing onto the sand, lazy and slow and with tempo. 

“Josh, I feel…” you couldn’t even get the words out as your throat had gone dry, aching itself as you gasped for air. You shook the thought and met his eyes, full of so much adoration you felt like you could cry. 

“Me too, baby, me too…” he agreed as he continued on with gently and deeply kissing you, letting his tongue keep in rhythm with his hips. There was nothing you could think of that could top this feeling, except the notion that maybe you could do this again and again and again, letting your love for Josh grow like a watered seed in early spring. There was nothing you wanted more than to watch him grow into your counterpart, and you a person he could positively call his. “Just let me know what you want, it’s yours…”

“Just want you, just want this…all the time…” you begged, feeling your insides begin to twist. He nodded hard, agreeing with you as he let out a sweet ‘mhmm’.

“You feel so good baby, so perfect…” he sang after a few seconds, his voice hanging on for dear life as he sat back on his heels, giving him a full view of you. His hand drifted down to your core again, tracing harsh circles over your clit as he continued his thrusts. The added stimulation made your head want to explode. He pulled your ankles up to rest on his shoulders, leaning in to you and allowing for a much deeper, much more challenging position. “So fuckin’ tight,” he grit, his teeth grinding against one another as he began to lose the composure of his patterned thrusts. 

“Josh, fuck…” you cried pitifully, your hands digging hard into the muscles of his shoulders. “Keep going keep going…”

“It’s yours, baby, let me have it…” he commanded, and you knew right then you’d give him anything he’d ever ask for. His eyes were sparkling and dark in the dim light of the room, and the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead made you dizzy with a new attraction to him. He’d never know how beautiful he really is. 

You felt your abdomen tighten again as you fluttered around him, letting him know that you were close. He began picking up speed again as his hips pounded into the backs of your legs, and you could feel him twitching deep inside you. You began humming through the impending pleasure, your nails digging hard into his back as you let the buildup overtake you. 

His chest grunted in pleasure as you both raced for the finish line, knowing that the other was right there alongside. It overtook you in more ways than one, your body tightening in on his as you let yourself feel it wrapping around your bones, around your entire being. He felt better than anything you could have ever imagined. Anything anyone else could have ever promised. You paid close attention to how his body reacted to his own release, shaking and crying out in the most beautiful song you’d ever heard. 

And it was all because of you. 

When all was said and done and the both of you returned to a place of coherency, you could do nothing but smile ear to ear as his glazed-over eyes took you in, placing tiny sweet kisses all over your face as he stayed buried inside you, not wanting to part. 

You both lazed for what felt like an hour, nestling in under the covers after a quick cleanup in the bathroom. Josh’s voice never raised above a whisper for the rest of the night, his sweet nothings making your heart swell with gratitude for him. Finally, the one thing you’d been wanting all along, and what Josh had unknowingly been too afraid to to jump to, finally happening in such a beautiful way the both of you had no idea why you waited so long.

“Hope I made your decision worthwhile,” you bit, a bit shy to be laying the situation back out on the table. 

“Psssh… you surpassed any caution that I might have held, babe. Perfect…in every way.” His hand laid across your cheek as his thumb brushed across the soft skin, basking in the afterglow that he now wished he would have never held back on. “M’sorry we didn’t do that sooner, I guess… I guess you were right. I was too scared of my own shadow. Should have been showing you how I felt all along.”

“You were worth every single second of the wait, Josh. Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen til now,” you suggested, realizing that maybe the both of you needed that bit of separation to let yourselves feel that the lack of closeness wasn’t rational, at all. 

He took you up in his arms, pulling you in close to his chest. You breathed him in, letting yourself relax into his scent and his comfort. “You gonna let me call you mine, now?” he asked, his voice so quiet you barely heard him. 

But his words made your chest blossom with admiration. The one thing that’s made the most sense in your new life, finally coming to fruition. 

“I’ve always been yours, Josh. Since my first day at Angelo’s,” you giggled across the pillow as you lifted your leg to lazily drop over his hip. 

He laughed out loud, rolling to his back a little as his hand lovingly fell to caress your thigh. His elbow fell across his face as he yawned, the effects of the night finally taking hold over him. 

“Ten,” he said matter of factly. 

“What?” you asked through your own yawn. 

“I give you a ten. Nothing more, nothing less,” he uncovered his eyes and rolled to kiss your forehead, and then your nose, and then your lips. Everything about the gesture made you warm with love for him, grateful for the man that finally let himself feel. 

“My girl, the perfect ten.”

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[fartlovingblkguy69]

The Little Men’s Toilet Slave Part 2

And with that he turned around and I got to see the most magnificent ass. It was big and round, muscular with a nice layer of fat and hairy as fuck! I’ve never seen an ass so hairy before! This is the type of ass that I ordinarily would have wanted to bury my face deep in and rim for hours but given what I knew was about to happen I wanted to throw up! This was made worse by the fact that when he bent over teasingly, I was assaulted by a smell akin to hot sewage mixed with garlic and there were stains and dingleberries all throughout his filthy forest of a crack. As he backed up to my face he reached back and further spread his cheeks allowing me to see his hole underneath a thick ring of fur and his hole opened and pushed out, releasing a nasty sbd before slamming his hole down on my nose. Fssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh “Ah, I need to get rid of some more gas before I open the flood gates or else I’ll drown our new toilet bitch and then he’ll be no use to anyone! Let me see the footage we’ve shot so far while I relieve myself!” he said rubbing his aching, bloated stomach. He sat there farting away with his filthy hair hole sucking my nose in and constantly dripping a sample of the sludge that was about to fill my mouth into my nostrils. It was getting harder with each fart for him not shit all over me. I could tell, but he wanted to drag this out as long as possible and to be quite frank I was in no hurry to get to the main even myself. Finally after half an hour he slowly stood up and groaned “Open your mouth toilet! It’s time! I really can’t hold it anymore! If I smell or spill any of this I swear to God I’m gonna vomit all over your cute face and i don’t want that so after I make you swallow I’ll let Josh (the hot asf blond guy from earlier) and his boys stomp the fuck out of you! This can go easy or it can be extremely painful! Your choice!” He gently patted my stomach and started to sit back down. I reluctantly opened my mouth and watched in horror as before he was even seated his hole seemed to spasm and out pushed the biggest pile of slop I’ve ever seen! It was soft, lumpy shit, not quite liquid, but definitely nowhere near solid and it stunk like rotten eggs that had been left under the burning sun for days! It quickly filled my mouth and with much effort Kyle managed to pull his hairy hole shut. “Hurry up and swallow that! There’s so much more inside me and I will let it out all over your face if I have to! Don’t chew, just swallow! You can savor my shit another time! I’m in too much pain right now!” I struggled to swallow, my throat burning and closing, gagging and trying not explosively throw up the toxic waste that was in my mouth and nostrils and felt like it was penetrating every part of my being. He slapped my stomach and said “Round 2! Here it comes in 5 seconds and remember what happens if it doesn’t end up in your mouth!” I hurriedly swallowed and opened my mouth right as the next blast came bursting out. This continued for 6 mouthfuls over the course of the next 40 minutes with many wet farts in between each torrent of loose, sludgy shit. Finally he exclaimed “Damn that felt great to let out! I can’t believe how much better I feel! You can’t imagine how much pain I was in! Now lick me clean!” as I sat there and thought to myself, You were in pain? What about me you piece of shit! You narcissistic asshole! What the hell is wrong with you? But I knew better than to say any of that so I just lay there licking his entire crack clean in silence before moving to his disgusting hole. He smiled down at me and affectionately rubbed my very full, very bloated belly. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good helper! I can’t wait to give it to you later! I think you’ll like it! In the meantime I gotta get back to filming! Anyone else need a bathroom break with the new toilet?” Of course there stood Josh with an evil smirk on his face. Here we go again! (To Be Continued)

[ashisill]

Your needs, my needs

Warnings: overstimulation, penetration, oral (f receiving), crying, fingering, mentions of pain during sex, sub/dom ( f and m are switches), and I believe that’s all. Enjoy.

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As you eagerly waited for Josh’s arrival the phone rang. “Hey love” Josh sounded frustrated.

“Hey darling. Everything okay?” You asked.

“Bad news hun. I gotta stay till 10” he sighed.

“10! That’s 4 more hours Josh”

“Yes I know that” he let out another sigh. “Just don’t be upset with me okay. It’s not my fault. If I could be home with you I would”

“Okay Josh I just never see you anymore, and it’s really starting to get to me”

“I know okay I know. I miss being able to spend hours upon hours together. I miss doing everything little thing with you, but now we’ll be lucky if we wake up in the same bed. Speaking of “bed” it’s been over a month. A fucking month. I know it’s my fault but I am exhausted when I come home. I know I’ve been cranky recently, but I am just so tired. I am afraid I am losing you” his eyes teared up, but he blinked them aways.

“Take a breath. Your not losing me I just miss you. I don’t blame you I understand okay? I’ll see you when you come home. I’ll make some tea, and dinner. We’ll throw on a movie, and everything will be okay. We’re okay love” you assured him.

“That sounds so nice I could cry. Maybe I can talk to Jake and he can sweet talk my way home early” Danny stepped outside to hurry Josh along. “Fuck I gotta go I love you. Just wait till I get home”

Nearing 10 you put Josh’s favorite soup on the stove, warmed up your favorite tea, made the couch extra comfy, and started picking out a movie. You heard the front door open, and josh lazily walked into the house. He dropped his bag at the door, and went to find you. He walked into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Soft music was playing as you finished up dinner. Josh took a big deep breath through his nose.

“Oh mama is that what I think it is?” Josh asked hugging you from behind.

“Indeed it is. Taste it for me?” He grabbed the spoon, dipped it into the soup, and put the spoon his mouth.

“Mhmmm. Amazing as always darling”

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Josh grabbed his bowl and snuggled up on the couch with you. “That was delicious”. He turned on his side and threw his leg over yours. As the movie went on he moved closer and closer. Until he was basically on top of you. You adjusted yourself grabbing his hips, and pulling him in your lap.

“Hi ma’am” he whispered.

“Hi pretty boy” you whispered back. You gently thrusted your hips up making sure you two were on the same page. He squirmed above you, and slowly rocked himself against you. You grabbed his hips keeping his pace. You felt him harden as his thrust became more frantic. “Slow down” you gripped his hips “I don’t want you cumming to soon. Slow baby slow”

“Yes ma’am” he listened, and let you guide him.

“Does it feel good baby?” He let out a whimper. “Already can’t finish a sentence love?”

“It’s been s-s-so long” he threw his head back.

You started feeling an intense amount of pleasure as well. Every thrust sending you closer and closer. Your grip on his hips tightened, and he picked his pace up.

“Oh fuck this is embarrassing” Josh panicked as his orgasm built up. “I am so sorry”

“It’s okay darling let go if you need” you moved a hand to cup his face.

“Mama please” Josh whined.

“Please what Josh?” You asked sounding like a tease, but it wasn’t.

“I need it. I need it so bad. Fuck me please please” his eyes began to water as he tried to hold back. You bucked your hips upward meeting him. He pulled your shirt up, and placed both hands on your breast. “Please” it was a whimper, and it whispered out of him.

“Let go then baby. Give it to me. You’ve been a good boy”

“Yes” he said weakly. “Yes” it got louder. “Fuck yes. Fuck please” he shouted. Jake who was upstairs most definitely heard. Jake came in right after josh, and ran upstairs to relax. Both of them were fed up with today and went to their own space. You were Josh’s escape, and jakes was his guitar.

Josh was very vocal when it came to sex, but right now he might as well be screaming.

“Oh my fucking god. I love you. I love you. I love you” there it was. He came in his jeans he was wearing, and collapsed into you. You scratched his back softly as he caught his breath.

“That was beautiful” you whispered in his ear.

“I’d be more beautiful if it wasn’t in my fucking jeans, and maybe on you” he laughed softly a bit embarrassed.

“No no I think it was perfect, but your right I’d be better if they were off” josh sat back in the chair, and you dropped to your knees.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve already finished let me give it to you” he grabbed your hand that was already placed on his belt.

“But I want to take care of you” you told him.

“Mama look at everything you’ve done for me tonight. Let me” he pulled you up, and placed you in the seat. He slid himself down, and placed kisses on your stomach. “Let me take control”.

It was mind blowing how fast Josh can switch. He can completely submissive, and listen to your ever obey. Then suddenly he’s got you in a chokehold, and making you cum on his demand.

“We don’t need these right pretty girl?” You shook your head urgently as he slowly slid them down your legs. “As much as I’d love to tease you I don’t think that’s fair”

He dove in immediately. Josh has always took things slow. Giving you kisses up your thighs, and soft kitten licks. . But not this time. His tongue crashed against your clit. You bucked your hips up instantly, and wrapped your hands in his hair. You legs squeezed around him. He gripped your thighs and shoved them down. “Let me in mama. Relax”

“Josh fuck”

He swirled his tongue around your clit, and moving to your entrance to lick up the mess you were making. He slipped a finger inside.

“More” you cried out.

Instantly he slipped another inside you. Never slowing his pace on your aching clit. You felt it build up quickly. A built up you’ve never quite felt before. “Josh I’m- I’m”

His voice vibrated against you “Do it baby”.

“Fuck Josh I’m gonna cum” you bucked forward. He moved with you as you moved frantically. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, and his fingers thrusted harder and harder. You let go, and it came bursting out of you.

He stopped and looked around. “Baby you-. Holy fuck. Sweetheart have you ever done that before?”

“Huh?” You asked confused.

“You- you squirted angel. Has that ever happened?” He asked completely in shock with you.

“I can’t do that” you said still clouded by your orgasm.

“But you did pretty girl. Look” he shifted so you could see the mess you made.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry- I- I didn’t know-I” you covered your mouth completely embarrassed.

“Stop that shit. That was beautiful. I am honored to be the one that made you do it. Don’t be embarrassed that was stunning. Your gorgeous baby”

“Come here”

He moved to lay beside you, and you sat between his legs, and stumbled with his belt. With shaky hands you attempted to undo it.

“Wow love slow down” he moved your hands, and undid his belt for you. You slid down his jeans along with his underwear. You moved upward straddling him. He lined himself up, and you slid down gently.

Josh was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen or took. It shocked you the first time he showed you. You wrapped your fingers around, and they barely touched. It took a while for you two to be able to have sex. It took a while for him to fit. He warned you it wouldn’t work, but you insisted. Eventually he was able to get about half way. You winced in pain as it burned when he’d move. He pulled out immediately and promised to work with each others bodies. In that time you learned each others body’s. He learned exactly how to move his tongue to make you lose it. You learned how he likes to be jerked off. You knew all his weaknesses. You know how quickly he comes when you suck on the tip a little to much. Or when you slip a piece of ice in your mouth, and take him in. He knows your g spot, and how to hit it every time he fingers you. And now he knows how to make you squirt.

“I know it’s been a while. Does it feel okay?” He asked concerned. “Your really tight darling”

“Yes” you said softly. “It feels good” a slight burning from him stretching you only turned you on. You began moving back and forth. You picked up your pace quickly. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down deeper. Skin to skin. He was so deep inside of you.

“I can’t” you cried out from exhaustion. You wanted to collapse on him.

“Breath” he flipped the both of you so he was on top. “Let me do it sweet girl” he brushed the hair out of your face.

You whined out with soft “ah ah ah”.

He mocked it back to you. “Ah ah ah. Those are pretty noises mama. Feels too good doesn’t it?”

You nodded your head, and cried out for him.

“Shh I am right here. I’m right here” josh knows you have a tendency to get overstimulated during sex. You don’t always handle it well. Josh has learned to recognize when your overworking yourself. He knows when things need to slow down, and that’s what he was doing.

Tears fell from your eyes, and you began to whine rather than a moan.

“I know I know pretty girl” you tried to lift your head to watch, but you couldn’t. “You wanna watch baby?” He placed a hand on the back of your neck, and moved your head gently. A noise that sounded almost feral ripped out of you. “Oh you liked that didn’t you. Is that what my good girl needs?”

“Fuck Josh”

He cupped your face in his hands. You both watched as he slid in and out of you. Until you couldn’t take it anymore, and threw your head back. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him close. Without any warning your orgasm came screaming out of you. He wasn’t far behind, but instead he focused on talking you through it.

“Your doing amazing. Give it to me love. I am right there with you” his hands returned to your face. “Good girl”

“Josh please. I can’t” you cried.

“Yes you can. I promise I am right behind you darling” he picked up his pace.

“Josh” it seemed to be the only word you’ve ever known. “Josh baby”

He fell silent, and his jaw dropped. Soft little whimpers escaping him as he slammed mercilessly into you. Each thrust he pulled back slowly then fucked into with all his strength. He did that about four times before he fell over beside you.

“Are you okay sweet baby?” He wrapped you in his arms, and you laid against his chest.

“Yes” you sighed. He grabbed a blanket that was beside you on the couch. He threw it over the both of you. “Jakes home” you reminded him.

“Ain’t nothing he hasn’t seen … or heard” he laughed softly. You laid on his chest feeling the soft rise and fall, and listening to the beat of his heart. A reminder of home hit you as an arm snaked over waist, and the other tangled in your hair. Sleep invaded your peace, and you drifted away. He turned his attention back towards the tv as his lover slept gently in his arms.

[katuschka]

Olalla – Chapter Four

Josh Kiszka x female OC

6.432 words

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

One more chapter until Jacob makes an appearance again, so bear with me. Some shit still needs to happen...

Warnings: alcohol consumption, junk food, lots of fluff, heavy petting, oral sex, masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, some rough sex too, but not too much, orgams (self) denial, depression, allusions to trauma, some arguing going on, the main character being a bit insufferable

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Feel the vibe Feel the terror Feel the pain It's driving me insane I can't fake For God's sake why am I driving in the wrong lane Trouble is my middle name But in the end I'm not too bad Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

Josh protested weakly for a short while but gave up soon, because he didn’t really have enough strength to fight with her. All he wanted to do was to wash the sticky sweat off his exhausted body and crawl in bed. He had a throbbing headache, his feet were swollen and his calves felt as if he set them on fire, not to mention the hollow ache deep inside his chest. The first panic attack had scared him shitless, but he learned to cope since then and could feel this one subsiding already. He hoped she didn’t recognize it, thinking that he was probably just upset by what happened…

He was also so hungry it hurt, but the idea of going anywhere and just being seen by any more people made him even more nauseous. He generally loved people, so this scared him too. He didn’t feel like himself anymore. 

“Could you please at least tell me where we’re going?” he asked after a while, still clutching his forehead with his elbow sticking out of the window. 

“We’re nearly there,” was all she said as she drove through the last sharp bend. They were now at the top of a bare, grassy hill with just a few trees here and there. The sun was setting right in front of them and if he just turned his head left, he would see a truly breathtaking view. It was a warm, breezy, fairytale evening. One of those summer evenings that make you forget about tomorrow; when you stay outside a bit too long, wrapped in a blanket, until early birds and the sun re-emerging on the other side tell you it’s finally time to go get some rest. 

Not today though. The magic was lost somehow. He just didn’t care. He didn't want to care right now…

They soon arrived at a wrought iron gate that separated the main road from a driveway which led to several log chalets. They were obviously new, but looked sufficiently traditional at the same time, built in the picturesque goralski style, with just a few modern enhancements. It looked fairytale-ish AND expensive.

In his dreamlike state, he watched her miraculously procure the keys from the glove box, step out of the car and open the gate. 

She did the same thing again after she parked the car in front of one of the smaller chalets. This time she motioned him to follow her inside. He groaned and slowly dragged himself out of the car. He wasn’t in the mood for whatever she’d been plotting or whoever she wanted to meet here. 

The plank wall interior looked bright and cozy and was moderately furnished with just a large and comfy-looking modern gray couch that contrasted with a wooden dining table and chairs carved in the rural style. There was also a fully equipped kitchenette, a large TV and stereo system and a wooden staircase with iron-wrought banister that led upstairs. It was also completely empty. 

“What is this?”

“Our shelter for the night,” she answered and switched the lights on because it was already getting dark inside. “I figured you’d appreciate a bit more privacy today.”

She wasn’t wrong, he couldn’t deny that. He knew he was a mess and if they went back, there would be questions, and the people who’d ask them, and he feared couldn’t deal with that right now. He was sure she didn’t want to, either. And this place was actually quite nice, but…

“So, it’s just the two of us? Is this place yours?” He asked tentatively. He thought it unlikely, but really hoped it was. 

“No, not mine. I couldn’t afford it even if I wanted to. And I don’t,” she replied matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything, and turned on the oven to let it pre-heat.

Joshua, however, looked positively alarmed now. Still clutching his backpack in one hand, he tried to stop her in her tracks with the other. “Seriously, Olalla! What is this place and how could you get us inside? Please, tell me we’re not trespassing. I don’t want more trouble. If we can pay for this, I definitely will! I don’t want you to…”

“Relax, Mr. I-will-pay-for-it-all. It’s been already paid for. This is a private resort. People pay yearly rent so they can come anytime they want. Anyway, this one belongs to a guy who owns a small chain of bakeries. I’m the housekeeper,” she finally started to explain while rummaging in the fridge and kitchen drawers. “Here, have some water. And stop bouncing around me like a yo-yo. Sit and relax, for fucks sake!” She grabbed his shoulders and gently pushed him in one of the chairs before she dived her nose in the freezer, searching for boxes with frozen pizza. She threw one on the table in front of him “Margherita?” 

He nodded weakly and she put it in the oven. “That’s why I couldn’t go to dinner with you the other day. I was here. Even when they’re not here, I come in here every week to keep this place spotless, because his wife is scared of spiders. Also, it just needs to be ready all the time in case they just decided to come here on a whim.” She noticed his alarmed face and added: “Not now! Don’t worry. They’re currently in Egypt…There’s some wine, too. Would you want some?”

He sucked in a breath and exhaled dramatically, which made her roll her eyes. “I take care of their groceries and other supplies. There’s a monthly budget and they don’t keep track, so they won’t notice. Besides, I can keep the change, so all in all you’re my guest… Now come have a look.”

She took his hand and led him to a small terrace outside a glass door at the southern side of the chalet. That’s when he finally saw it. The whole Tatra mountain range was stretching right in front of them. The setting sun was now illuminating just the tops of it, painting the peaks in fiery red, while the valley below was already shrouded in shadow. The glimmering streetlights of Zakopane looked surreal from where they stood, almost inappropriate…like a fake illusion that civilization could possibly surpass the power of the surrounding nature. We don’t control life, life controls us – that’s what Agnieszka thought. Josh, on the other hand, believed in divine symbiosis. Even now, all he could see was beauty. This was much bigger than him, much more important.

She watched with joy as his expression finally relaxed and a weak smile played on his lips.  “This is beautiful,” he breathed out at last. “You still didn’t explain why we’re really here.”

“I already told you. The privacy.” His crossed arms and raised eyebrows and the whole oh-come-on look on his face told her that he wasn’t buying. He didn’t look so drained anymore, though, already going back to his charming, bubbly self. And even if he wasn’t, she wouldn’t mind. 

She took a deep breath and told him that this was the exact reason. “We’re here so that you could just be yourself. You don’t need to feign anything tonight.”

If they went back to Eulalia, he would no doubt be forced to smile and act normal, at least until he’d reach the confines of his small and stuffy attic room. He had been upset, and she just wanted him to breathe and smile in earnest. This place was perfect for that. She would go here on her own sometimes – or stayed a bit longer than necessary after having done her chores – just to enjoy a private moment of peace, unbothered by anyone. That’s what she told him. 

She did not tell him that she feared that they would just part in the hallway and that would be it. There were still some things that were left unsaid and there might not be another opportunity to say them. She would resume her role of a receptionist/slash/maid and he’d be her guest again, engaging in polite conversations about the weather until he’d be gone for good. The whole ride here, the devil on her shoulder kept telling her that it would be better that way and that this was foolish. Or was it the angel? She couldn’t tell. She also couldn’t let go of him that easily. Maya was wrong. A lot of things could have happened…and they did. She needed closure. 

She did not need to tell him that, though. She brought him here not as her guest, but as her…whatever he was. A friend, most probably. Someone who she cared about, in spite of her resolve. 

He knew that, and that was what really made him smile, not just the view. 

“Thank you, Olalla,” he said in a low tone after a while and brought her from her reverie. “I truly love it here. Can we eat outside? he added, motioning to a set of fake rattan chairs and a small table right beside Agnieszka. He looked like an excited, mischievous boy again. 

“Of course,” she smiled kindly and the stove clock buzzed, telling them the pizza was ready. 

It was already dark when they finished eating, the wine was almost gone, too. It was getting chilly and they had to wrap themselves in blankets from the couch. Their bare and swollen feet, already freed from their heavy boots, were already getting uncomfortably cold, but neither of them wanted to leave yet. The pizza was okay, but small and they were still a bit hungry after, so Agnieszka quickly made some microwave popcorn. They were now munching the last handfuls, each of them lost in their thoughts, and watching the stars mirror the lights below. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” she finally broke the silence. 

“You’ll have to be more specific,” he smiled warmly and reached out to stroke the back of her hand that lay on her armrest... 

“The bus…” Her hand slid from under his fingers to reach for her wine, leaving them hovering in mid air awkwardly for a split second before he retracted them and clenched his fist unconsciously. 

His previously relaxed face clouded again. “What’s there to talk about? People are jerks, you can’t avoid them. End of story, I guess.” His tone was not unpleasant, but it sounded definitive. He wasn’t going to discuss his breakdown with her. She nodded and looked away, so he continued in his honeyed voice: “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m just impulsive. And I’d rather talk about our trip. The valley, it was a truly beautiful place. How many times have you actually been there?” 

Her heart sank and she watched him playing with the hem of his shirt for a while. It was OK if he didn’t want to talk about the bus ride, but the way he just dismissed the kiss stung her.  She cleared her throat because the lump in it threatened to choke her, and answered politely:  “A few times. I think I was six or seven when my dad took me there for the first time. We needed passports back then. 

“Well, that makes it easier now,” he nodded absentmindedly, still playing with his shirt. 

“Nothing is easier!” Her sudden outburst made him look up in annoyance, but his expression quickly softened when he saw her own. He wanted to hug her, but didn’t dare, too afraid that she would pull away from him again. 

He was about to suggest that they should probably call it a night. The wine obviously didn’t have the best effect on her. However, she took a deep breath and continued. It was a sudden outburst of words, totally out of her character, but he listened eagerly as she told him about the solace she found up there; how the weather made the same places look a bit different each time; how she knew every place accessible on foot and how Dominik – her fiance – once convinced her to get a climbing permit so that he could show her more; how she avoided going up there for nearly two years after he fell and left her here; how she finally learned that it’s just people’s stupidity that makes bad things happen, and nothing else…

She had no idea why she told him all that, but she suddenly felt so much lighter. It was just like the first night all over again. He was her confessor. 

“Is that why you’re running from love? he whispered.

“No,” she huffed in protest. “I’m just seeking joy elsewhere. Love is overrated.” 

“What? Oh no! Love is everything, dear. You cannot live without it. It’s the ultimate knowledge. ‘The more you love, the more you know’ – a dumb man once said. Love IS joy!”

“Yeah, you’re positively glowing,” she responded sarcastically.

“Even when it hurts, it’s worth it.”

“I’d rather never known that pain,” she mumbled. 

“I regret nothing.” His face betrayed him, though. This was clearly not true. He could feel her eyes on him as he chewed the inside of his cheek. She opened up to him, he should do the same. It just wasn’t easy, not when this ugly, fake and pixelated version of him kept defeating him and its tentacles could reach this place too if he weren’t careful. It had destroyed his love and it still threatened to destroy his life…or at least it felt that way sometimes.  “…well, almost…but that has nothing to do with love,” he added when the silence became unbearable.

“So, what’s his name?” The question made him smile, albeit ruefully. He loved how straightforward she was from day one. Some might think it rude, but her questions were always laced with pure interest and concern, nothing more. He appreciated that. She was clever, too…although not clever enough. 

“Who? The love I don’t regret?” It was obvious that she wasn’t going to repeat the question. They both knew exactly what she meant, so he looked at her at last and added, finally telling her much more than just a name: “Christopher.”

“Do you still love him?”

“I don’t believe in falling out of love…unless it turns to hate. And I could never do that.”

“That sounds a bit evasive.”

“Yet it’s the most truthful answer I could give you. Everyone I’ve ever loved has left a mark. Some may be a bit faded, but love just doesn’t leave. Don’t your vain attempts to run from it prove my point?” 

She huffed in annoyance and emptied her glass of wine. “He didn’t leave me intentionally. He died. Isn’t it natural to feel resentful when someone breaks your heart? They’re not gone, they just don’t want you anymore. I’m pretty sure it’s much easier to let go.”

“He didn’t break my heart. I broke his…and mine, in the process. I’m to blame. And I’m pretty sure he’s resentful, but it didn’t make it any easier for either of us. Besides, didn’t you just say a moment ago that it was all about human stupidity? We’re supposed to learn from it, not hide.” 

She had no answer to that. She just tightened the blanket around her, acting like they were just talking about the weather. “It’s getting a bit chilly.”

He gave her a long, scrutinizing look, but she kept avoiding his eyes. “Ok, let’s go inside,” he sighed.

They washed the dishes together in silence and then she reluctantly led him upstairs, sad that their day would – after all – end in what felt like an argument. 

The upper bedchamber was not much different from his attic room, with just the most essential furnishings, the double bed taking up most of the space. It was also equally stifled after the hot day. The bathroom, however, was large and cool and fully equipped.. Agnieszka once again started making everything ready with alacrity. She turned on the boiler, opened up the window to let some fresh air in, reached into the closet and handed him several clean towels, showed him where to find spare toothbrushes…and all that time he watched her with visible concern in his eyes which she masterfully ignored.  

She was finally done. Standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her sides, she exhaled audibly. “Unfortunately, there’s just one bedroom here, but I can sleep downstairs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Olalla, the bed is big enough for both of us. If you don’t wanna share it, I understand…but in that case I should be the one sleeping on the couch.”

“I don’t mind sharing the bed with you, I just thought…”

“Good, it’s settled then. Now let’s go take a shower,” he interrupted her matter-of-factly and pulled off his shirt. Her breath hitched as he started unbuttoning his shorts. 

“What? Together?”

“We’re gonna sleep in one bed, we have no spare clothes, what difference does it make?” He tried to act nonchalantly, but there was some underlying tension building up under the surface, as if he was testing her, but losing his temper already.

“It makes a difference to me Joshua. I do…”

His face contorted in frustration and he threw his arms up in the air. “And what makes you think that I don’t? What exactly do you want? If you brought me here just as a friend, fine. I can cope with that. You obviously made some assumptions about me along the way, and you weren’t completely wrong. But the kiss…I meant it. And I think you did too, that it’s what you want, but your walls are too high. You’ve been dodging me ever since that happened, even before that, actually… Yet, here we are. I’ve been acting like an idiot too, you haven’t met me at my best, but I do like you, ok? So please, stop overthinking this and fucking tell me. Why does it make a difference to you?”

All the time, she just stood there, watching him flailing his arms around, shocked. If only it were so easy – not overthinking it. Was she really pushing him away today? She wasn’t aware of that. She wanted to touch him again. Badly. The yearning was strong, and past the point of it being purely physical. It kept frightening her.

He was wrong, though. This wasn’t really what she wanted. When she saw him for the first time, he was just another guy that she could potentially have some fun with…if he wanted. Just another handsome body to fill the void for a while. But that changed very quickly. And what the hell did he want, anyway? 

“I’m scared.” She was crying now, overwhelmed by his confession as well as her over emotions. 

“Of what, baby?”

I’m scared of the fact that for the first time in years, I care. And I’m scared of having to admit that, if you asked. And no matter what happens now, you’re going to leave me. I don’t know what this is yet…definitely not a date…we have no future. But I already know that I’m going to miss you.

She couldn’t say any of it aloud though. 

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and looked into her eyes, searching for cues. “Do you want me to go sleep on the couch, baby? It’s ok, you know.”

“No,” she whispered. No, she couldn’t possibly let him do that. It was something in his touch. Every time he made a slightest contact with her skin, her brain short-circuited, making her mind do mental backflips. Because, screw that…If she’s going to miss him, she wants to miss everything about him. “Can you kiss me again, please?” 

He barely touched her at first. Just a fleeting brush of his lips against hers. It would be almost innocent if it weren’t for the shaky exhale, almost a moan. It was controlled, and he did it on purpose. He was teasing her before he looked at her again and whispered: “Is this what you want, hm? Just a kiss?” 

“You can take whatever you want.”

“I’m not going to be taking anything today, baby,” he responded, caressing her cheek in a loving way. She leaned into his touch and ran her fingertips up his bare chest, tracing his collarbones and then his jaw as she tried to commit every detail of his face in her memory. “We’re gonna take it slow, what do you think? he whispered. 

“Yes…,” she whispered back. 

He reached for the hem of her tank top, motioning her to lift her arms up, which she was reluctant to do. 

“I stink like a pig,” she sniffed, but a soft smile was already forming on her lips. 

“You smell divine, my dear.” He kissed her again, this time with more passion. They stood there for a while, reveling in their newly found intimity, licking and moaning into each other’s mouths. He cupped her bare breast in his hand, running his fingers along her nipple before he bowed down to do the same thing with his tongue. She tilted her head back. “Joshua…”

“Yeah,” he muttered with her nipple still in his mouth. 

“I’d really like to shower first…” He smiled against her skin and straightened up. He took her hand, grabbed the towels with the other and led her into the bathroom. 

He did as he promised, and took it slow. They took off the rest of their clothes and stepped in the shower together. She unbraided his hair, helped him disentable the dreadlock beads from his hair, before she started rubbing shampoo into his curls. “Coconut ice-cream again?” he chuckled softly. She smiled back. “I told you I take care of the supplies. That includes my supplies. I get a wholesale discount for this.” 

“You’re a hell of a housekeeper,” he laughed. 

When they got back to the bedroom, she just turned off the lights and climbed in bed. He followed suit. They cuddled at first and explored their bodies in the darkness. Listening to his heavy breath was intoxicating. The silky softness of her skin, in contrast with her calloused palms, moved him in a way he never expected. But as soon as their kisses deepened and his cock hardened, they couldn’t wait any longer. She cupped his balls and kneaded them gently, making him whimper. 

“I need to feel you,” he whispered.

“Come inside then.” 

“What a nice way to put it,” he chuckled against her shoulder. “How do you want me?”

“Spoon me.”

“Alright.” 

She turned on her side and he positioned himself, pushing in slowly. He tried to do everything slowly, but it became almost unbearable after a while, and when she whispered “more,” he quickened his pace. He wanted to do just what she asked for, and just listening to her reactions was making him lose his mind. So, when she whimpered “tough me more,” he was delighted to oblige. He grabbed her leg and lifted it up, resting her shin against his knee. His hand sneaked down her thigh until he found that precious little button. It didn’t take long and he soon felt her contracting around him. He diligently took her there, pushed her over the edge with one last flick of his finger and held her tight while she reached the dizzy heights and then came back to him.

It took her a while to realize that he had stopped completely. “Joshua…go on…” Her voice was like a jingle bell, feeble and high and a little breathy. 

“Shhh, just let me savor the moment, it’s ok” he murmured into her hair. She exhaled heavily and relaxed as the fatigue threatened to overcome both her mind and body at last. With their limbs still intertwined and their bodies still connected, she felt his chest rise and fall against her back. It was getting cold in the room. He moved just a little to grab a blanket, threw it over both of them and buried his face in her hair again. Almost involuntarily, he moved his hips just a little a few times and whimpered weakly, still chasing the feeling before he finally stopped. “Get some rest, sweet Olalla,” he whispered and his fingertips stroked the baby hair that covered her temple. She fell asleep before he got limp, feeling both peaceful and full.

The sun emerged from behind the clouds and its morning rays hit Josh straight in the face, waking him. He was a bit disoriented at first. He also had a painful erection.

The planks on the ceiling looked just like those in his attic room, but the light coming from the outside, as well as the smell of new wood and furniture were different…then he remembered. 

Her side of the bed was empty and cold and no sounds were coming from below. That made him start…only to notice a piece of paper with a quickly scribbled message placed carefully on her pillow. 

I had to go back to Eulalia, but I will be back VERY soon with some clean clothes and breakfast. Feel free to make yourself some coffee.

He checked his phone on the nightstand to see what time it was, only to find it dead. Perfect, so she was keeping him hostage now. 

That made him huff. He had no idea what time it was, but he had faith in her, so…first things first. He had to take care of himself. He wrapped his fingers around his hard-on and started stroking himself. It was slow at first, but he soon became impatient. All the pent-up energy, all the emotional whiplash he experienced recently, all the hurt and newly found pleasures…he needed to release the tension that had only intensified the night before. 

For the first time in months, he didn’t picture Christopher’s mouth enveloping the tip of his hard dick while he was pumping himself. The events of the previous night occupied his mind instead. He enjoyed sex with women, but it had been a couple years now…and to be honest, it had never infiltrated his deepest fantasies…until now. He just couldn’t help it now. He could feel it again – her tight walls, smooth like velvet, warm and tight…but not too tight. Different.

The way she moaned with each thrust; it was so melodic. So sincere. All the hurt she had tried to hide, it seeped out of the pores of her silken skin and evaporated in the air above them. He made her feel better. She made him feel better. 

He closed his eyes and he could see her face clearly again, as if it was tattooed on the inner surface of his eyelids. He thought about their first kiss as he twisted his wrist, stroking the head of his cock in a circular motion. The electricity when the tip of her tongue met with his was real. It made him moan loudly and his heart started to beat faster. He was getting close already. 

He ran his second hand past his abdomen to cup his balls, kneading them gently just like she had done yesterday. He longed for her to do it again, but right now he had to get this over with so they wouldn't burst. A few more strokes – together with a memory of her dark ponytail flailing in the wind – before spurts of his cum landed on his belly and chest. 

The hurt he had felt – it somehow ceased to matter the very moment she decided to try to make it go away without even asking what he had done to feel that way. Her whole being left an imprint on him. Her teary eyes, her ringing laugh, the softness of her skin and her calloused hands. His vision of her was not purely sexual, but it made him emotional. She was a born caretaker, who – for some reason – chose to live without love. He couldn’t forget the way she was looking at him the night he gave her the pendant. Like deer in headlights. She begged to be seen, yet she was trying to make herself invisible. He became convinced that he had to fix it. 

Again. He hadn’t learned a single thing…

He lay there for a while with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of warm sun rays on his skin, but the relief he had sought was short-lived and he started to feel on edge once again. Groaning in annoyance as his release on his stomach started to get crusty, he finally scrambled out of bed and trudged over to the bathroom.

The quick shower he took to clean himself did not make him feel more relaxed, on the contrary. It once again reminded him of last night. He lathered up a drop of the coconut shower gel between his hands to wash his torso with it and the smell only made him dizzy. He needed her. 

He wandered naked around the chalet, searching through empty drawers for a compatible charger, knowing too well it was futile. He made himself a coffee and then just let it get cold on the table. He opened a bottle of beer, took two sips and then just held the cold bottle on his forehead while he sat sprawled on the couch. He started gnawing on his lower lip out of impatience when he finally heard a key in the lock and his eyes snapped open. 

She was beautiful, with her long dark locks just hanging down this time. She was wearing a white madeira sundress and flip flops. He had never seen her like this. 

“I’m SO sorry, it took a little longer than I expected, I hope you didn’t…oh!”

At first she thought he was angry, the way he leaped from the couch and darted towards her, with that look on his face. She instinctively backed away, but he just took the bags she was holding, put them on the table and literally pounced on her, grabbing her sides and making her stumble backwards and collide with the wooden door. 

“Joshua! Wait a second,” she bursted out, grabbing his shoulders in an attempt to regain her balance. He disregarded her feeble resistance, grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the door at both sides of her head.

“For what exactly? I’ve waited for hours. Now I don’t need to anymore. I think I”m going to take what I want after all,” he grunted against the soft skin right below her earlobe and pushed his leg between her things. “And don’t tell me you dressed like this to make me wanna hold your hand again, so don’t play coy,” he added, while licking a long stripe from her collarbone back up to her earlobe, earning a high pitched moan when he bit it. Her heart started beating wildly, sending tingling waves of arousal throughout her whole body. He was already rock hard, rutting against her pelvic bone. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” she whimpered, nodding towards the table. She was referring to the food she brought, but they both knew she was teasing him with double meaning. She arched a little, pressing her still clothed pussy down on him a bit more. It was exhilarating to feel his hands tightening around her forearms, digging his fingernails in her flesh. He looked at her, nostrils flaring, and she reciprocated with intense glare. 

“I’m starving. Feed me.” He let go of her arms, grabbed her jaw instead to force her mouth open and licked into it, claiming it. Her own hands immediately travelled up his back, kneading his tight flesh in a sudden frenzy, pulling him even closer to her chest.   

Still locked in a searing kiss, he turned her around and they slowly made their way towards the couch. When her calves collided with it, he just pushed her down and kneeled in front of her, pushing the hem of her dress up to her waist with one swift motion. She had no panties on, which made grin like a madman, shaking his head with a mischievous “tsk”. 

With just his fingertips, he pushed her thighs further apart and licked his lips absentmindedly, seeing her in all her glory for the very first time. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, while the same fingertips travelled further up her inner thighs until his thumb brushed gently against her clit, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. 

She moaned melodically and he hummed in unison with her. “You said you liked my singing?” 

The question brought her back to earth and she looked down at him in confusion. “You want to sing to me now?” 

He locked his eyes with her and they gleamed with mischief as he brushed his cheek against her inner thigh and planted a soft kiss on her labia. “Uh huh.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Just this…” he whispered, pressed the tip of his tongue on her exposed bud and really, really started singing…

He had to push her abdomen down with his hand to keep her steady as her whole body twitched in shock, her hands frantically grabbing at the pillows around her. He had her moaning loudly in no time. She had never held any man’s head between her legs, but she entangled her fingers in his curls almost involuntarily, in fear that he would stop. He hummed in approval and quickened the vibrations of his tongue even more and she cried out, eyes open wide. He slowed down a bit when her legs started shaking, enveloped her clit with his lips and started sucking on it gently. That was a terrible mistake, because instead of prolonging the experience, it pushed her over the edge immediately. 

She watched him in a haze as he emerged from between her legs and hovered above her, his facial hair completely wet. She immediately reached out to wipe it off with her palm, but he grabbed her wrist and smiled devilishly. “Leave it!” It sent her mind reeling. 

“What is it, baby? You look completely ruined,” he crooned maliciously. 

“Oh god, Joshua, just shut up and fuck me!” she exclaimed impatiently, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer. 

“Oooh, I will!” he bit his lip and shook his head maliciously. Before she could react, he buried his dick in her to the hilt. They both groaned loudly, exchanging a quick look. He swallowed audibly and rested his forehead between her breasts. “Your body’s made of silk, baby,” he murmured against her skin. “It’s driving me nuts.”

She clenched around him deliberately, making him groan again. “Don’t get too sentimental now. I’m not ruined enough yet!” 

“Dear lady, you’re a beast,” he whimpered through his teeth and straightened up. “As you wish.” He grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her with an unexpected force.  

She watched him, mesmerized. She literally saw him in a completely new light now. His parted lips, his furrowed brow. Just seeing him like that was an intensively sensual experience, and it turned her on even more. She could soon feel another orgasm building deep inside her low abdomen. It was becoming almost overwhelming and she grabbed his upper arms to steady herself, digging her fingernail into his skin. That did it for him and his movements became erratic. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control over his bbody, but she clenched around him again and hissed: “Go on. Fill me up!” 

With a few last spasmic thrusts and a long, high-pitched moan, he did, taking her with him one more time. They collapsed together on the couch, breathing heavily. 

“Joshua?” 

“Yeah?

“I like you too.”

He didn’t say anything, just pulled her even closer to him and kissed her forehead lovingly.

“What do you think is going to happen now?”

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, stroking her hair “but literally anything’s possible. Let’s not worry about it now.”

“I assume you can’t stay longer, can you?”

“No, I’m afraid I can’t. But we still have a week. Let’s make it the time of our lives.”

And they started immediately. The weather was capricious that day. The morning sun soon hid behind the clouds and heavy shower rains kept drumming on the roof. It was a perfect day for ceaseless fucking. It was as if nature played along. Once they got the taste of each other, they just couldn’t stop. 

They fucked three more times that afternoon. At first he bent her over the dining table right after lunch. It was animalistic and quick and she feared she’d leave scratch marks on the wooden table as she cried out with each violent thrust against her cervix. His hands on her hips were gentle though, kneading her flesh like velvet cushions, the pressure of his fingers  on her skin more aggressive only when he came. 

The second time was slow and gentle, as they lay in bed under the roof. Rain kept falling as he showered her with kisses. 

They lay there for another half an hour before they concluded it was finally time to take another shower. That’s where he pressed her against the tiles and filled her with his seed one more time. 

The day wasn’t over yet, but it was time to go back, so they cleaned up the chalet, got dressed, packed their things and soon were on their way back, arriving at Eulalia before supper. 

Maya greeted them at the reception with a smile, but something was off. She was all smiles and giggles when she and Agnueszka talked briefly earlier that day. She looked almost apprehensive now. 

“I need to talk to you,” she hissed at Agnieszka in Polish after Josh excused himself and ran up the stairs to his room. 

“Can it wait?”

“No, I’m afraid it can’t. 

“Well, it will have to. We’re going out soon in half an hour. You promised me. I’ll be back in the kitchen tomorrow morning.”

“Olalla!”

“See you in the moooorning,” Agnieszka trilled over her shoulder, already on her way up. 

Back in her room, she checked her phone briefly, only to notice she had a whatsapp message from Bartek. It was a link to some article one of his buddies allegedly found somewhere. She opened it and gasped in shock. 

Josh knocked on her door ten minutes later. He definitely did not expect her to open it with teary eyes.

“What happened,” he frowned. 

She showed him the screen and he went pale immediately. “OK, let me explain.”

“Yeah, you do that…and while you’re at it, feel free to introduce yourself, because clearly, I don’t know you…”

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A few days ago, I received an ask that came bearing the gift of a smutty little josh/danny/reader number. Tumblr was being a dick (what a shocker) about the length, so I couldn’t just answer to post it. I then agreed to post it later on, annnnnnd then promptly forgot because that’s just the way I’m wired. I’ve been mildly senile since birth, it seems, but eventually, I always remember (mostly). Anyway, without further ado, here is said fic.

Thank you so much, anon, I hope you’ll forgive the wait. I just know they’re going to love it! I know I did 🥵 Josh & Danny lane, grab a spoon and settle in at the table, you’re about to be fed

18+ below the cut. Completely unedited as it is not my work and therefore not my place. Warnings: plenty of them

apologies for the REALLY long ask, just had this idea

premise: you’re with Danny, but occasionally, you catch him staring at Josh with hungry, horny eyes

Warnings: anal penetration (m receiving), oral (both receiving), penetration (f receiving), “daddy” and “mama”. I think that’s all!

“Daniel?” You ask. He hums contentedly in response, not looking up from his sketchbook. “I have a question for you, my sweet boy.”

“Yes, love?” Now his eyes are on you, deep brown and trusting. You sit down next to him, close enough that there’s barely a space between you.

“Be honest with me. How long have you been thinking about fucking Josh?” you ask. His eyes widen.

“What?” he asks, immediately on the defensive. “Baby, no, I—“

“Daniel,” you snap. “I said honestly. Are you my good boy?” You know that’ll get him. Danny has a submissive streak a mile wide.

“Yes,” he says quietly.

“And do good boys lie?” You ghost your hand over his rapidly hardening cock.

“Um,” he stammers, shifting away from your touch.

“Do they?” you push again, hand groping his dick through his pants. It betrays him and he curses it under his breath.

“No, good boys don’t lie.” Danny chooses his words carefully. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie. I want Josh. I have for months. Maybe even years. I’m sorry, my queen. Please punish me.”

You grin. So the truth comes out. “I won’t punish you, baby boy. Everyone deserves a second chance, and you made the right choice. That’s my good boy.” You kiss his cheek, then stand and walk away.

“Queen?” he calls after you. “What do I do with my pitiful dick?”

You hesitate — he’s supposed to be in some trouble, so you’re not sure he should be permitted to touch himself, but you have things to do, and you don’t need whiny Daniel all over you. And you certainly will not be doing it for him. “Play with yourself, go ahead.”

You walk to the bedroom, texting Josh. “Coffee & donuts?” you ask.

“Yes! I’ll meet you in 20.”

You smile deviously. Josh has no clue the proposition you’ll bring to your innocuous breakfast date. Stepping back into the hallway, you listen to Danny finish himself off. As soon as he cums, you appear next to him. “Lick it off,” you whisper into his ear. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his fist to his mouth, cleaning it off completely. “Good boy. I’ll be back.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in a cafe across from Josh, sharing donuts and coffee. He’s as pleasant as always, smiling and laughing.

“Where’s Danny, anyway?” he finally asks.

“He’s at home. But there’s a reason for that. I have… an idea for you, Josh.” Josh raises an eyebrow, chewing his donut, nodding for you to continue. “I know you’ve seen the way Danny’s eyes linger on you. On your lips, your crotch.” Josh doesn’t react to this. “I want to give him everything he wants, and he wants you. Will you have him, for just one night?”

Josh considers it. “Yeah, okay,” he says evenly. “But I do have a request.”

“Anything,” you say.

“I want you there too.” Josh smiles.

You grin. “That sounds perfect. Tonight?” Josh nods.

“Are you going to tell him?” You consider the question. He might back out if he has too much time to mull it over, you think.

“No.” He nods again. “Be there at 9:00. I’ll tell him then, and if you don’t get a text by 9:15, you can leave.”

“That sounds good” Josh agrees. He stands to hug you, kissing your cheek. “Love you,” he adds.

Later that evening, you’re preparing Daniel. It’s 8:45 or so, and you know Josh will be there soon.

“Danny?” you call from the bedroom. “Could you come here and fasten this for me?” You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, holding a strap from your favorite lingerie. Sure, you could do it yourself. But there’s no fun in that. You hear his footsteps in the hall, then the sharp intake of breath when he sees you.

“Baby,” he grins, walking to you. “What’s all this for?” he takes the strap from your hand and fastens it, then pulls you into him. You can feel his stiff cock through his jeans, poking you.

“I want you,” you answer simply. You turn toward him, cupping his face with one hand, and his dick with the other. Dropping to your knees, you take your sweet time undoing his belt, the button and zipper. You pull down his pants, eyeing his monster cock through the gray boxer briefs. You pull them down, cock springing free, and immediately take it into your mouth. He puts his hand in your hair, but knows better than to pull your head into him, or to thrust. He may be receiving the pleasure, but make no mistakes, you’re in charge.

“Thank you,” he says, like the good boy he is. You work down his shaft, taking it all in, drinking him down. “You make me feel so good.” You ignore his praise, focusing on making him feel even better. His fingers curl around your hair, tugging, and you smile, sucking him down, giving the sloppiest, most knee buckling head you can muster. “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “I’m close already.” You nod — you know. “Please, is it okay? Can I cum, please?” You nod around him, and in seconds, thick hot ropes of cum are shooting down your throat. You hold him there, close to you, grabbing his ass. “Mmm, fuck,” he says again. “Thank you.” You release him and swallow, and he offers his hand, helping you up. He kisses you, warm lips on yours soft as can be, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“You’re so good for me,” you say into the kiss. “Aren’t you good for me? Tell me.”

“I’m good for you,” repeats Danny obediently.

“That’s right.” You kiss him again, eyeing the clock. 9:03. Okay. Go time. “Am I good for you, Danny?”

“Yes, yes, you’re so good for me!” he agrees. You smile.

“You wanna know how good I am?” you ask. He nods, looking at you expectantly. “Josh is waiting outside right now. You say the word, and he comes in here. We’ll both give you the time of your life.” Danny thinks it over, considering the possibility. He wants Josh. He does. Just once, really, he just wants to feel Josh, to see him and taste him. You can see him trying to decide, and judging by his cock growing between you, you think he wants it, but something is holding him back. “No tricks. No strings. I see the way you look at him.” You say. “I love you, and I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“I want him,” Danny admits, breathing hard.

“Then let me tell him.” You slide your phone out of your pocket and send Josh a text, telling him to come up.

Danny looks at you. “Are there any rules?” he asks.

“No, baby. Your only rule is to feel good.” You kiss his neck, and Danny shivers.

It’s then that you hear Josh’s footsteps in the hallway, and pull back, letting Daniel see him as he steps into the room. Suddenly, he goes shy, burying his face into your neck.

“Hello Daniel” Josh smiles.

“Baby?” you ask. “You okay? What’s your color?”

“Green,” Danny confirms with a shaky breath. “May I… may I taste him?”

“You ask him that, baby.”

Before Danny even gets the chance to ask, Josh is answering. “Yes,” he says. He pulls Daniel close and kisses him, hands in his long curly hair. “She’s right,” Josh agrees. “You are such a good boy.” Daniel whines into his kiss, his hand reaching down to touch Josh’s crotch. He’s pleasantly surprised to find Josh already hard, palming him through his sweatpants.

“I want to taste it,” Danny says.

“Then do it,” answers Josh. “Go ahead. This is all for you, Daniel, you get everything you want tonight.” Danny is on his knees in a flash, pulling Josh’s pants down, straight to the ankles. He marvels at Josh’s cock for a minute, thicker than he could’ve imagined, long and hard. He hesitates, then opens his mouth, wrapping it around the head of Josh’s dick. The moment he feels Joshua’s warm skin in his mouth, the taste of him all around, he moans. You’re watching your boyfriend suck dick like he’s done it a thousand times, taking Josh’s whole length into his mouth. Josh thrusts into him once, gently, and Danny whines, nodding.

You lay back on the bed, watching, and reach to the nightstand for a little pleasure of your own.

“Good boy,” you tell Danny, who looks to you, moaning again, and returns to feasting on Josh’s cock like a starving man.

Josh smiles, petting Danny’s hair, letting him take it slow and enjoy himself. It was all for him, after all. Josh didn’t care if he didn’t even cum, though he knew he likely would, and soon, the way Danny was going. “You feel so good, Danny, you’re a natural,” praises Josh.

“Wanna make you feel good,” Danny pants.

“You’re doing so good,” Josh tells him.

Danny nods. “Wanna make you cum. Will you cum for me? Wanna taste it.” He’s whining, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“I’ll cum for you,” Josh says. “You feel so fucking good I won’t be able help it.” Danny nods, his warm mouth around Josh’s warm cock. “I’m gonna cum, Daniel, fuck. Do you want it in your mouth? On your chest?” Danny’s whining loudly, panting, taps his chest.

“Chest,” he pants. “Rain on me, please. My chest, my face, everywhere.” Danny goes back to his work on Josh’s dick, when it pulls out with a pop and Josh moans, cock spitting all over Daniel, on his face, dripping down his chin to his muscular pecs.

“FUCK,” Josh says. Danny’s licking his lips, searching for another drop of Josh’s perfect cum. “Mm, here baby,” Josh swipes up some from Danny’s chest, putting his fingers into Daniel’s mouth, feeding him the cum. “Here, good boy.”

You take it all in, pleasuring yourself all the time.

Danny turns his head to look at you. “No rules?” he asks again.

“No rules,” you confirm.

Danny looks at Josh, eyes wide and pleading. “Fuck me. Fuck my hole please and use me.”

Josh’s eyes widen, and he turns to you, seeking permission. You nod.

“Anything for you,” Josh answers.

“Baby?” Danny asks, looking at you.

“Yes, my sweet boy?”

“Will you come over here? I want you to take care of my cock while I take his, please.” There is a fire in his eyes, and you couldn’t so much as imagine saying no, not the way he looks.

Josh smiles at him. “God, you’re fucking filthy.” He puts a hand on Danny’s shoulder and guides him to the bed, where he gestures for him to lay down. Danny props himself up on all fours on top of you, hovering just above you with his ass ready to take Josh’s thick length.

Danny looks at you. His eyes are full of love, trust, and adoration. “Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning up to kiss you. You kiss him, amazed at all the beauty happening around you. It’s amazing to see Josh look after Danny the way he does, treating him gently, with gentle, intuitive touches of someone who’s done it a thousand times.

“Lube?” Josh asks. You reach over to the nightstand, fumbling around until you feel it, then handing it over. Josh pours a good amount onto Danny’s hole, coating his finger in it also. “We’ll start slow” he tells Danny, swirling his finger around the tight entrance. “You’re tight, baby, that’ll feel so nice.” He praises, and you watch Danny’s face light up, then immediately turn to a blissful, erotic expression that can only mean Josh has begun to ease his finger into Danny. “Aren’t you a good boy,” Josh hums.

You spit into your hand, eager to get in on the action, and wrap your fist around it, pumping slowly, from end to end just the way he likes. “Does that feel good, baby?” you ask, sitting up to whisper into his ear. He nods, whining with pleasure.

“You’re so eager,” Josh remarks. “Taking me in all the way, are you ready for more?”

Danny, eyes closed, cries back “yes sir, fuck, yes daddy.” His eyes shoot open a second, realizing what he’s said, looking at you for approval.

“No rules means no rules,” you assure him, trying not to reveal just how hot and bothered it got you, the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. Josh slips another finger in, sending Daniel rocketing forward into you. You keep a steady hand on his cock and move your hand from his back to offer your breast. He takes it gratefully, suckling and biting at your nipple with each stretching push from Josh. You put your hand back on Danny’s back, gently scratching. He thrusts his hips, asking for you to stroke his cock, and you happily oblige.

“You ready, baby doll?” asks Josh. Danny nods, and cries out, feeling so empty when Josh takes his fingers out. Just as quickly as he’d taken his fingers out, he replaces them with the tip of his cock, pushing in slowly, steadily. “If you need me to stop, just tell me” Josh reminds him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please” Danny begs.

“Okay, darling, okay. Calm down. Daddy’s a good listener too, just like you.” Josh’s words, so reassuring, and yet, pure filth spewing from his mouth, make you smile.

Danny’s warm mouth finds your shoulder this time, and you slide down, giving your shoulder to him to bite while Josh stretches him further. He obliges, kissing it at first but wrapping his mouth around it and biting the closer Josh gets to bottoming out. You take your hand off of his cock to collect some of your dripping wetness, wrapping your sloppy soaked hand back around him. “You feel that, baby? That’s all from you two boys, such good boys, you did that.”

Danny nods, biting you again, moaning as you pump his cock. Josh bottoms out, and the tears in Danny’s eyes fall. “Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good.” His cock twitches in your hand, revealing how close he was. “Stop,” he said, and the room stilled.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I want to fuck you, please, can I?” he asks, eyes pleading. “Please, let me finish in you.” You smile, feeling around for a condom, rolling it onto his aching, impossibly hard cock. “Thank you, baby,” he breathes. You situate yourself underneath of him, sliding his dick into your soaking wet cunt, where it belongs. You feel yourself wrap around him immediately, taking him.

“Okay,” he says. “Go again.” Josh thrusts, slowly, but the force is enough to send Danny’s cock full force into you, not quite to the hilt but damn close. You moan, reaching for Danny’s back, scratching as the pleasure rides across you. As Josh picks up speed, so do Danny’s thrusts into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he cries. “Please, fuck, can I cum?”

Before you can open your mouth, Josh says “no.” Danny hesitates. “Hold on just a little longer, please,” and it’s then that both of you realize how close Josh is too.

“Oh, fuck, yes sir, I want to feel you fill my hole with cum while I cum, please daddy,” Danny says. Josh nods, biting his lip, thrusting harder. You’re not quite there, but that’s alright — it was Danny’s night, after all.

“Okay,” Josh says, nodding, his voice more of a cry than anything. “I’m— I’m gonna—“

“Me too,” Danny says, and you feel him let go inside of you a second later. “FUCK,” he roars, grinding and gnashing through his orgasm. “Fuck, holy fucking, fuck, thank you, thank you Josh, thank you Daddy, fuck, thank you, baby thank you thank you thank you,” he whines, almost incoherent as he comes down from his orgasmic high. He’s collapsed on top of you, dick still buried deep inside.

“Okay, baby,” Josh soothes. “I’m gonna take it out now, are you ready?”

Danny nods, bracing himself against you. You feel him relax as Josh slides it out, takes the condom off and ties it, to be thrown away.

“You ready to take it out?” you ask. Daniel pouts.

“You didn’t finish,” he says.

Before you can remind him that this was his night, Josh pipes up. “Yet. She didn’t come yet. Josh lays down next to you on the bed. “Remember how I said I wanted you here, doll?” You shiver at the implication. “Daniel, darling, she was so good, wasn’t she?”

Danny nods. “The fucking best.”

“Don’t you think she deserves to cum?” Again, Daniel nods. Josh looks at you.

“How do you want to cum, baby? Tell us how we can please you.” You feel so warm, basking in the sunshine of Josh’s gentle, sexy ways. You think it over; Josh has had two orgasms, and so has Danny. You want to try Josh’s cock on for size, see how it feels, how it fills you up. “Stop thinking,” Josh snaps, and fuck, it’s even sexier than sweet, loving Josh. “You said no rules, and that applies to you too. No rules. Don’t worry about us. How do you want to cum?” You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally answer. “And when you come inside me, I want Danny to lick our cum up off of my cunt.”

Josh smiles. “You heard the girl, Daniel.” He nods, finally pulling himself out of you, and kissing your forehead.

“I love you,” he says, getting up.

“Watch,” you speak suddenly, surprising even yourself. “I watched you blow him, and you fucked me while he fucked you. Now I want you to watch him fuck me.” Danny nods.

“Yes, my queen,” he answers. He kneels on the ground, staring at you as Josh lines himself up with you.

“You ready, mama?” asks Josh. Mama. Oh, fuck.

“Yes,” you answer. He slips in easily; you’re still soaked.

“Filthy girl,” he growls in your ear. “You’re dripping.”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. He fills you up, but you want more. You want him to fuck you, the sensitive head of his cock crashing against your g spot. “Please,” you ask, snaking your legs around his small body. “Fuck me.”

Josh smiles. “You hear that, Daniel? Your lover is begging me to fuck her,” he says.

“Give her what she wants,” Danny says, his voice strained in a way that tells you he’d have been capable of finishing you himself. Instead, he’s toying with his own red, hard cock

Josh starts to thrust, and you’re taken immediately by it. It’s intoxicating, so big and thick, and you can’t believe how fucking good he feels.

“Feels good, doesn’t it mama?” asks Josh.

“Cocky son of a bitch you are,” you pant back.

“You can call me daddy too, if you want,” Josh offers with false innocence, that devilish grin showing back up. Fuck, your legs are shaking.

“Mama and daddy,” you chuckle. “My my.” Just as you’re about to make another smartass remark, he thrusts again, taking your breath away. “FUCK, Josh,” you cry out. “I’m… I’m close, Josh, please,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says, but his tone isn’t the cool and calm one he’d been going for; it betrays just how close he is too.

“Fuck me,” you say, shamelessly grinding into him. He listens, bucking into you erratically. “Oh, fuck,” you say. “I can’t wait, I’m cumming, fuck,” you tell him.

“I’m cumming,” he assures you, and you feel his heat fill you as you let go. He gives an animalistic growl at the way your pussy thumps wrapped around him. “Fuck,” he says.

A shadow looms above you. Danny.

“My turn,” he says. Josh rolls over and Danny grabs his hair. “Taste me,” he tells Josh, feeding him the cum from his fist.

“Thank you,” Josh says. He licks it off, swallowing it all.

Danny lays on the bed, spreading your legs. With the first warm embrace of his tongue, you already know you won’t last long. He feels so good, and the little moans he’s making as he tastes your cum and Josh’s drive you crazy.

“You taste so good,” he tells you.

“You feel even better,” you answer. “You’re such a good boy.” He’s sweating, licking and suckling at your cunt, your aching clit, like he’ll die without it. “Oh fuck,” you manage. “Right there, fuck. I want your fingers.” He slides them in, curling around your g-spot. “Fuck, oh god, Danny,” you’re all but screaming now. “I’m gonna squirt, fuck,” and this is all the encouragement he needs to get you there. You’re gushing around him in a minute, blinded by white hot orgasm. You feel your hands in his hair as you come down, and realize he’s licking the squirt off of you.

“Josh,” he says. “Come taste,” and Josh does, taking Danny’s place for a moment. His lips and tongue are cooler than Danny’s, and you squirm.

“He’s right, darling, you taste divine,” Josh says. “Would you like a taste?” You nod, so he comes up to give you a kiss. You taste yourself on his breath, just the way he said you would.

He situates himself next to you, not minding the wet spot for even a second.

“Thank you” Daniel says from the other side of you. “Both of you, thank you.”

“I love you,” you tell him, turning your head for a kiss.

“Let’s get cleaned up, loves” Josh soothes. He gets up and helps you to your feet first, shuffling the first few steps to the shower with you before going back for Danny. You wince, knowing Danny’s going to be sore, and start the water to clean you all up.

You spend the night between Josh and Danny, snuggling, safe and comfortable, and so fulfilled.

[weightofkiszka]

𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓎

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 1,451

Warnings: 18+ MNDI, enemies to lovers, oral sex (m! and f! receiving) fingering, brat taming, m!dom, f!sub, penetrative unprotected sex

You walked into The Fox, it having been the requested hangout spot by your best friend. Having told him you would be there despite his twin being there, you kept true to your word. Jake. Your enemy. Yet you at one point had feelings for him but had pushed them deep down after overhearing him tell his younger brother that he would never be with a girl like you. But you quickly walked away before you heard the rest of the conversation.

"Hey! You finally made it!" Josh saw you from across the bar and came to guide you to the table him and his brothers were sat at. You sat next to Daniel after taking note that Jake wasn't there. "Thank you for inviting me out Josh, I needed a night out and away from my roommate and her boyfriend."

You looked around the bar after saying that, feeling someones eyes on you. You found him. His eyes glued to you, almost pulling you towards him. Jake had watched you walk in and immediately found that it was hard to look away. He held eye contact with you for what seemed like an eternity, but it was only a few seconds before he turned back to the bar.

"Y/N, would you like a drink?" Josh asked only to be interrupted by his twin setting a drink in front of you. "Whiskey. Just how she likes it." You blushed at the thought of him remembering your usual drink. "You know, its such a basic drink. For a basic girl like you."

You glared at Jake, he was always somewhat snappy towards you but that comment was something you would think about all night. "Well at least I don't drink something overly fruity like all the girls you take home, Jacob." He slightly narrowed his eyes at you before storming away and disappearing.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't know why he's so rude to you. Let's just have a good time tonight."

After almost an hour and a half, Jake had returned but chose to stay as far away from you as possible. You all made the group decision to go back to Josh's house for the rest of the night. You planned on staying away from Jake, still thinking about how he called you basic. But he had other plans for your night.

You had been having a conversation with Daniel when you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

"Hey, um, can we talk?" Jake asked you with pleading eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed showing how nervous he was. "Yeah, of course." He took your hand and led you upstairs to Josh's guest room and shut the door behind you.

He sat on the edge of the bed while you leaned against the door. "I'm sorry for everything. I shouldn't treat you badly. You don't deserve it." You looked down at the floor, waiting for him to continue but the room grew uncomfortably silent. "I accept your apology. Although there really is no reason to be rude. What did I ever do to you?"

"Well maybe if you noticed me instead of Daniel I wouldn't be rude." He mumbled to himself, not realizing you heard him.

"Wait, you think I like Danny? Good lord Jake, how can you be so ignorant? I mean it's not like I haven't been so obvious the last three years, but you wouldn't know. All you want is to get your dick wet and it's so painfully obvious that you'll stick it into anything that isn't nothing but a girl at the bar who probably fucks every man who walks in."

You turned around and opened the door to walk away from him but he was beside you in seconds, pushing the door closed before you had a chance to open it all the way. "Don't talk to me that way, little girl. I have no problem reprimanding you." He grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him, his eyes filled with anger with a hint of lust.

"Do it then. Reprimand me. I dare you." You rolled your eyes at him and he took the opportunity to grab both wrists and pin them above your head. His eyes no longer filled with anger, but lust. He pressed his hips against yours. Your eyes widened when you felt how hard he was. "J-Jake, I-", he cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. "Goddamn it Y/N. You're so annoying sometimes. Such a brat, I wanna fuck it out of you." He pressed kisses to your neck and jawline in between words.

His kisses causing whimpers to escape your lips, you squeezed your thighs together realizing how wet you already were. Jake pushed his knee in between your thighs. "No no Darling. You don't get to touch yourself in anyway. After being such a brat to me all these years, I'm gonna teach you how to behave." He guided you to the bed, and pushed you to sit down once your legs hit the edge of it. He bent down and took both shoes off for you and threw them down somewhere behind him. "Stand up and take your clothes off, love." Doing as you were told, you sat back down on the bed as he had you moments before.

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He gave you no time to answer before undoing his pants and pulling his jeans down his hips and off of his legs. He grabbed your hair in his fist to hold it back, and tapped your lips with himself before pushing past your lips and into your mouth. Jake held your head still as he threw his head back. "Your mouth feels so good baby. Tap my leg if its too much."

He slowly began to fuck himself into your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but you willed yourself not to gag around him. "Good girl, you're doing so good for me." His pace began to pick up, soft moans tumbling from his lips. You put both hands on his thighs and could tell how close he was just from how tense they were. He pushed himself all the way to the back of your throat. "Take it like the good girl you are, Y/N. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Jake sank to his knees and pushed your thighs apart, running his fingers through your folds pulling a moan from you. "Oh Darling, your so wet. Is this all for me?"

"Jake, please. I need you." You felt his lips around your swollen clit, licking and sucking. He put both your legs on his shoulders and supported his weight with one hand on the bed, the other at your entrance and immediately finding your g-spot and curling up towards it."Oh my god, Jake. I'm already so close." He pulled away from you and stood up. "On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up. Now."

"Yes sir." You were more than willing to do anything he told you. After getting into the position he told you, you felt him behind you. "I'm gonna make you feel so good. You won't be able to remember your own name when I'm done with you." With that, you felt him line himself up with your entrance, slowly stretching you out to get used to his length.

"So tight for me. You feel so good." Fucking you as fast as he possibly could, you pressed your face into the pillows trying to muffle how loud your moans were. It was undoubtedly the best sex you'd ever had. He felt you clench around him, and knew you were on the edge.

"Come on baby. You can do it. That's a good girl." You were screaming through your orgasm, as he talked you through it. Not long behind you. His movements slowed as you caught your breath. Jake pulled out and shot his finish all over your lower back.

"Stay there, I'll clean you up." He disappeared down the hall and quickly returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned you up as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I've had the biggest crush on you, Y/N. And after tonight, I'd really like to take you on a proper date."

You looked up at him as he laid down next to you, smiling. He pulled you against him and kisses your forehead. "We'll talk about it in the morning though. You need some sleep."

From stairs, you heard Josh, "Finally! They admitted their feelings for each other!"

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[abeautylives]

Imperfect Moments - Chapter Eight

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: just under 5.4k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

chapter summary: An impromptu date night leaves you both feeling more.

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, fluff (they’re so cute), explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving, mention of f. receiving), fingering (anal, oops), unprotected penetrative sex, light biting

This is not gonna work.

Between the two of them, your phone never stops going off.

Josh has never texted you this much. He never texts anyone this much. It’s not annoying, but between him and his brother, it’s… overwhelming.

After three days of it, you can’t take it anymore. When you get off work on Friday you call Jake from your car. He answers simply by saying your name, voice quiet and deep.

“Come over. One hour.” It’ll give you time to shower and order food, and only one twin will be blowing up your phone for the night but you’ll be blissfully unaware because it will be on DND. It sounds like heaven.

“Is that a request or a demand?”

“Which do you prefer?”

“Ooh, um… dealer’s choice, I’m game.”

“Then it’s a demand. Bring something to drink that pairs well with Chinese food. And make sure you smell good.” His scent had faded from your sheets and been replaced with the smell of your detergent. It’ll never be good enough again.

“Hm, I like this side of you. Anything else?”

“I’ll make the rest of my demands when you’re three sheets to the wind. Less chance of you saying no.”

As if I’d deny you anything. “That’s a sailing term you know.”

“I know that, Captain Jake. See you soon.”

“See you in an hour, sweetheart.” He’s chuckling as he hangs up.

Your apartment looks a little different when he arrives. You haven’t changed anything, really, but there are candles lit around the living room and your television is on with the volume low. It feels cozy, welcoming. He makes himself at home and kicks his boots off at the door before handing you two plastic grocery bags full of bottles that clink together as you accept them.

When you turn to carry them to the kitchen, he pulls you back to him with a hand around your upper arm. His lips are puckered and eyes squeezed shut when you look back at him.

“You’re cute, Kiszka.” You give him the kiss he’s asking for. Satisfied, he follows you to the kitchen when he lets you go.

“I’m actually the cutest Kiszka. You can ask anyone, they’ll agree.”

As you pull the various bottles of wine from the bags and set them on the counter, you reply over your shoulder, “Really? I’ve always thought Sam was the cutest of the three of you idiots. Veronica has you all beat though.”

“She looks just like me, I’ll accept a tie for first.” After you’ve got the bottles set in a row, he grabs you by the arm and spins you into his chest. “You think Sam is cute? Do I need to worry about him too?”

You shove the empty bags into his face. “Like I said, you’re an idiot.” You’re both laughing as he grabs them and moves to pass you, holding them up with a raise of an eyebrow to ask where you want them. “Under the sink.”

Once they’re in their new home, he turns to lean against the counter and crosses his arms and ankles. “So, for what purpose have I been summoned here? You plan to have your way with me and kick me to the curb?”

“Ha, not quite. I thought we could eat some food, drink some wine and watch a movie.”

“Is this a date?” He’s wagging his eyebrows at you. “I’ll have you know, I always put out on the first date.”

“That explains a lot. Truly.” A knock at the door interrupts the playful moment. “Perfect timing. Dinner has arrived.”

After digging through the mountain of food you’d ordered, not knowing what he would like, and deciding to open each bottle and drink them flight-style, he helps you move everything to your coffee table.

Settling in at the same end of the couch he’d chosen before, he asks “What are we watching?”

“Oh, I think you’ll be pleased. Actually, I know you will. And before your head gets all big over it, I’ll have you know that it’s one of my favorites, so it isn’t just for you.”

“So it’s not porn?”

“Jake! Is your mind always in the gutter?” You’re smiling down at him, standing near where he’s sitting. When he leans forward and wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs and pulls you to shuffle closer, you briefly wish you were wearing a dress again. Just to feel his hands on your bare skin.

Having maneuvered you to stand between his spread legs, his head is tilted up at you and he rests his chin on your stomach above the waist of your jeans. “What can I say, you have that effect on me.” He drops his chin and places kisses across your hips, you let your hands find their way to the back of his head and weave your fingers into his hair. Mumbling against your left hip, his next words shoot straight to your core.

“We could box this stuff back up and I could eat your pussy instead.” Your hold on his head turns into a grip in his hair. “Mm, you liked that.”

Pulling his head back so he’s looking up at you again, you whisper down at his hooded eyes and lopsided grin, “Later.”

“Promise? I missed it.”

“Promise.” You tug him away from you and he lets go of your legs to settle back into the couch. As you sit next to him you ask him to pour the wine. You’ve brought four glasses to the table to share, each one for a different wine. While he pours, you pull up the movie you’d chosen and wait for him to notice. Setting the last bottle down, he looks up to the screen.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His eyes have lit up like a child presented with a gift. He snaps his head to you but you’re already watching him. His mouth, dropped open in surprise, shifts and stretches until his lips are doing that curly thing at the corners and you can see all of his teeth. “This is like… my favorite movie.”

“I thought it might be.” As you lift the remote and hit play, he pulls your face in with a hand on either side of it. The kiss is hard at first, he’s pulled you in roughly and his lips are smashed against yours. You reciprocate and hum into it when he loosens his hold and the kiss turns soft, sweet. He’s still looking at you like you’ve given him everything he ever wanted when your lips separate. “Let’s eat…”

He holds you like that for a long moment before dropping his eyes. You both turn towards the tv and dive into your food as Pirates of the Caribbean rolls on the screen.

The experience is not unlike watching a movie, or a film, with Josh. Jake talks the entire time, but rather than explaining the technical aspects of how the movie was made, he’s murmuring each line under his breath. Watching him is more entertaining than the movie itself, he’s almost totally engrossed in it but manages to eat his food and even discuss with you which wine is the best and why. He reaches over and grabs your knee during his favorite parts, grinning and laughing and you can’t help but to do the same.

When you’ve each had your fill, he settles back into the corner of the couch with a glass in his hand and uses his other to pull you into his side, arm slung around your shoulders. You tuck your legs under yourself and sip your drink, letting your free hand rest on his thigh.

Typically after Chinese food and wine, a movie this long would have you knocked out well before the end. Tonight though, your body is buzzing with a relaxed pleasure. It feels good, all of it. The company, the spread, the entertainment. It all came together perfectly and the on-edge feeling of the last few days has melted away. Still, toward the last twenty minutes or so, your focus is no longer on the screen.

You’re watching your fingers draw circles over the denim covering Jake’s thigh. It’s thin and worn, a small hole forming near where you’re moving your fingertips. You’re sure there’s a story, or stories, behind this particular pair of jeans, you’ve seen them on him countless times. He and his brothers are notorious outfit repeaters but you’ve always found it charming, sustainable even. When Jake notices you’re no longer paying attention to the movie, he places his glass on the tiny table next to the couch before reaching over and taking yours to set there as well. The movement breaks you out of your study of his pants and you lift your face to his. He’s smiling at you, eyes soft and searching yours.

“Thank you for this.”

“Don’t thank me, my motives were entirely selfish.” His eyebrows shoot up his forehead in question. “I told you, it’s one of my favorite movies.” You don’t elaborate on how you’d needed a break from the constant contact via phone. It doesn’t bother you, talking to them, but you’ve never experienced this before. Most past conversations with Josh had been initiated by you, you see that now, and even when those lasted an entire day… he was the only one. You’re already struggling to keep up with the attention of them both.

Maybe it’s a you problem, not a them problem.

“That may be, but I appreciate it nonetheless. This is not what I was expecting when you called.”

“What were you expecting?” You already know the answer.

“I dunno, a bootycall?” He laughs, “I don’t think I’ve ever even said that word before, but yeah, that. I thought maybe you just needed to get laid.”

“Who says I don’t?”

“Oh I know you do, it’s written all over your face. Terrible at hiding your emotions, you are.” You feel the blush bloom across your cheeks, he really does read you like a book.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” When you nod your head he adds, “If it’s too personal, you don’t have to answer it. I'm just curious.”

“You’re just nosy. Go ahead then, ask away.”

“How long had it been?” You don’t understand what he means so you tilt your head to the side and pull your eyebrows together. “Since you’d fu- had sex with someone? Before me?” The blush burns hotter but he keeps fanning the flame. “Were you sleeping with other people when you were.. while you…”

“While I was in love with your brother?” A strange noise emits from his throat and he tries to cover it with a cough.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, don’t answer that. I don’t know why I asked.”

“Because you’re nosy. And you don’t know all that much about me… but no.” You answer honestly. “I was dating people, before, but I just… I just fell for him. I couldn’t see anyone beyond him.” He stays silent, turning your words over in his head. “Jake, we don’t have to talk about him.”

“No, I know. I just… What made you see me?”

Ouch. There’s a thin veil of insecurity coating his words and you feel it.

You sit up taller, still against his side, and bring your hand up to cup his jaw and make sure he’s looking at your eyes. Because he’ll be able to read you.

“You made me see you. It was… abrupt, to say the least, but the night of the party, you made me see a lot of things clearly. And it hurt, but it was worth it. Because you’re here, and you make me feel good and… special, appreciated.” Loved, you make me feel loved.

He releases a breath he’s been holding. You can’t read him the way he perceives you so easily, but he’s better at hiding how he’s feeling when he needs to. You have no idea that his thoughts mirror yours, that those thoughts cause panic to bubble in his throat. He knows he has no right to be falling for you so quickly but it feels like a long time coming. You just don’t know how long it’s been. Knowing his mouth might betray him, he opens it to speak.

“Good. That’s all I ever wanted.” He leans in to take your face into his hands, pulls you close. You take it a step further and crawl into his lap, throwing a leg over his to straddle him. When your lips meet, it’s slow and consuming, but quickly turns heated as his hands find your hips to drag you against him.

“Let’s go to your room,” he whispers into your skin as he draws his lips over your jaw.

Head thrown to the side to give him access, you whisper back, “No, here. Now.”

Here’s as good a place as any, so he grips the bottom hem of your shirt and starts to tug it upward, pulls it over your head when you lift your arms. As soon as it’s bared to him, his lips seek contact with your chest, kissing and nipping over your collarbone before moving to the other. You hold him there, pressing kisses into his hair as he sucks a bruise into the thin skin.

“Jake, that’s gonna leave a mark…”

“Mm don’t care. Gonna leave more.”

You can’t bring yourself to care any further as his mouth moves lower, his hands coming to cup your lace covered breasts and push them up. After trailing kisses over the exposed top of each, he pulls the lace down to free them. As he leans back to admire his work, his eyes find a fading purplish yellow mark on the otherwise unmarred skin around one of your nipples.

“Damn, did I do this to you sweetheart?” He brushes his lips over the discoloration. “Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore,” there’s a hint of disappointment in your tone. The purple bloom shaped distinctly like Jake’s teeth had been a pretty reminder of that night, the dull pain elicited a fond memory. You pull him in again and he closes his mouth over it, running the tip of his tongue around it before sucking gently and releasing it with a soft pop. He repeats the action over your other nipple and on a sigh you ask him to take his shirt off too.

It’s over his head and tossed away immediately before his grip returns to your thighs to grind you over his dick, now hard and straining against the denim.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed? You can still be on top,” he chuckles and you feel him press into you with the motion.

“No,” you’re breathless and rolling your hips into his now, over and over, “Fuck me right here, wanna think about you every night when I sit here, remember how good it was.”

He thinks to himself that that’s a lot of pressure to put on a man, but when a low moan leaves your mouth he has no doubts that it’ll be good. “Whatever you want, here stand up for me.”

You groan at the loss of friction as he lifts you off of his lap and pushes you to stand in front of him, but his hands are already working the button and zipper of your jeans, and he’s helping you step out of them before you can mourn too deeply. You slip your fingers under the lace at your hips but he stops you with his hands over yours.

“Leave ‘em on, you look so fucking good like this.”

He lets his eyes drag down the length of your body, your tits spilling out of the bra still secured around your chest and he’s already picturing your panties pulled to the side. Conceding, you push him back against the cushions and sink to your knees to undo his jeans. He shifts to help you pull them off and his briefs, black this time, come with them. Totally comfortable in his nakedness, legs spread wide and dick resting on his stomach, he smirks as you look him over and run your palms over his thighs.

When one of them slides inward, his cock twitches. Wrapping tentative fingers around it, you keep your eyes on his face as you squeeze it lightly.

“Hmmm… keep doing that. Feels good.” When you tighten your grip again, he wraps his hand around yours and does it with you.

“Can I?” You know he likes it, he knows you want it.

“Please don’t ever ask me that, I am never going to say no.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips before you pucker them into a kiss directly over his slit. He whimpers when you flatten your tongue and lick a wet stripe from the base to the tip. You think he might actually cry when you lift your face to hover over his lap and let a thin string of spit drip from your lips to land on the head. When you move your hand over it, running your palm over the head and stroking down the length of him, he curses sharply.

“Shit Y/N, why are you so good at this?”

Taking in your self-confident expression and raised eyebrow, he follows up with, “Nevermind, don’t answer that.”

A giggle slips past your parted lips before you close them around him. A hum pulses in your throat as you sink to the base and feel him slip to the back. Before you retreat, you nuzzle your nose into the soft hair there and swallow around him. His hips buck gently of their own accord, but he denies you when you nod your head.

“Not this time, love. Do it how you want, it feels so good,” he’s relaxed into it, head laid back as a hand takes a loose hold in your hair. He doesn’t push or pull you, just keeps your hair wrapped around his fist as yours pumps over him and meets your lips.

You can’t help the moan that creeps out when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, the vibration shoots all the way to his toes and he bucks into you again.

Popping off of him, you keep stroking slowly, his cock and your hand slippery with your saliva. He lifts his head to watch you, and when you open your mouth to speak he cuts you off.

“No.”

“No, what?”

“I’d rather cum inside you, don’t even ask.” You huff out a laugh because he’s read you again. “In fact, get up here.” He helps you to your feet and when you’re straddling his lap again, you grind your cunt over his bare cock as you capture his lips with yours. As your tongues meet he runs one hand down your back and the other up the side of your neck until he has a handful of your ass and another of your hair.

Pushing his hips up into you, he holds you close while your bodies move together. Pulling his lips from yours, he tugs your head to the side to move them down your neck. “You want it like this, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up just like this?” You nod against his hold in your hair. “Yeah? Slip your panties to the side and say it.”

You reach down between your bodies and lift yourself enough to pull the soaked fabric aside, rub your slick core down his length and gasp when the head catches your clit.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, baby…”

Lifting you up again with his grip on your ass, he pulls his other hand from your hair to wrap it around himself, run it through the wetness that’s spread over your skin then line it up. Lips still close to your ear, he whispers, “You fuck me.”

Gripping the back of the couch over his shoulders, you sink down onto him slowly about halfway, then lift yourself until just the tip of him is tucked inside. Rolling your hips a little, just over the head of him, you look down to his face to find him staring down to where you’re connected. Because he’s watching, you do it again, halfway down, up, roll. When you do it a third time he lifts his eyes to yours.

“I said fuck me, not tease me.”

He pulls you down onto him hard, your skin slaps together and a curse explodes from your mouth, but he doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s lifting and dropping you onto his cock again and again. When you take over, he brings one hand back up to your hair and your bodies are moving against each other just how they were before.

Except now, his dick is buried deep inside you and your cunt is making a mess all over his lap. Your mouths meet in a sloppy kiss but neither of you could care. So much of your skin is touching, slick or sticky, sliding against each other or stuck together, and all of it feels. So. Good.

When he sucks and bites at the skin at the base of your neck, you don’t stop him.

“…paint your throat purple. Everyone would know what you let me do.”

When the hand on your ass slides inward, dips between your legs and back up, and he slowly slides the tip of his finger up the cleft… you don’t stop him.

“I’d do anything to make you cum… All the dirty things you want…”

When the whine passes your lips and hits his ear he murmurs, “You want it?” You nod your head that’s resting on his shoulder. He slips his hand between your legs again, collects more of your arousal on this finger and brings it back to circle over you. “You sure?”

“Mm hmm, do it…” You slow the rhythm you’d set but keep riding him, pumping your hips into his. He’s pushing against you and you don’t resist, and once he’s slid inside to the first knuckle the sound that rips from you is one you hardly recognize as human.

“Fuck. Fuck! Keep going sweetheart, just like that. Just like that.” Your pussy had gripped him tight when he’d entered you, and your clit is rubbing against him at the base of his dick. You can feel yourself squeezing him with every rock of your hips and he’s thrusting his off the couch, chasing the feeling. “Can you cum like this? I need you to cum. What do you need?” The words rush out of him, he’s dangerously close to tumbling over that edge and he wants to take you with him.

“Kiss me, just don’t stop.”

Pulling your face from where you’d tucked it into the hot crook of his neck, you find his coated in sweat, all of the hair that’s touching his skin is soaked and stuck to him. You flex your fingers out of their death grip on the back of the couch and run them over his forehead and cheeks, pushing it away before you pull him to your mouth.

The speed of your hips picks up, the friction against your clit draws a low moan from your mouth and he swallows it before pumping his finger deeper into your ass. “Yes, yes baby, don’t stop, I’m there.”

He thrusts up into you and he’s spilling over, hot and harder than he can ever remember cumming before. “Shit shit shit, I- fuck I’m sorry..”

He’s babbling an apology for finishing before you but the sound of him losing control pulls you over with him. Your muscles spasm around him everywhere as your mouth opens and your throat closes. He keeps you rocking gently against him until you come down, and when he feels the tension slip from your body he slides his finger out of you carefully and lets you collapse into his chest.

You’re both quiet for a long time as your breathing regulates and the sweat coating your skin cools and dries. Jake’s dick, still inside you, has gone soft as his release leaks out of you around him and into his lap. His head is leaned back against the couch again and your cheek is resting on his shoulder, nose rubbing softly against his neck and breathing him in deeply. You’re the first to whisper into the silence.

“You smell so good.” His quiet laughter shakes his chest and your body laid against it.

“I’m sure that I do not. Not right now.”

You pull another deep breath in through your nose. “Nope. Absolutely delicious.”

Silence falls over you both again for a while.

He could honestly fall asleep like this, tucked inside you with your body cuddled into him, but the film of dry sweat on his skin is uncomfortable and he’s sure your legs need to stretch.

“Sweetheart? Do you wanna take a shower and go to bed?”

“Hmm, are you gonna stay?”

“I would love to, if you want.” He watches as you lift from his chest and stretch your arms over your head.

“I do want. Let’s go.” He helps you climb from his lap, glances down at the mess the two of you have made across his lower stomach, moisture glistening in the hair there. Once you’re steady on your feet, you hold your hands out for him to grab. “C’mon baby, let’s get cleaned up.” His eyes snap to yours but you don’t show any sign that you realize what you’ve said.

And you really don’t. You don’t even realize that you’ve only called him that during sex, reverting back to his name when it’s over.

He’d noticed though.

Smiling up at you, he takes your hands and lets you lead him to the bathroom. “Should we clean the food up?”

“Later. Tomorrow. Never, I don’t care right now.”

You washed each other’s skin with gentle hands under the hot water. Jake locked your front door, put the leftovers in the fridge and blew out the candles while you finished your regular nighttime routine. When he met you back in your bedroom, you were still naked and waiting for him under the covers. He slipped his underwear back off and joined you.

When he asked if he could taste you, make you cum one more time, you told him to never ask you that again. You were never going to say no.

As you snuggled into his side and laid your head on his chest, he peppered kisses over the crown of your head before whispering “goodnight sweetheart” into your hair. When you replied, it was mumbled into his skin.

“Goodnight Jake…”

It was almost perfect.

In the morning, you wake up alone, the space next to you empty and cold. You roll into it and smell the pillow, but it smells like your detergent, your shampoo. A small frown turns your lips down as you realize it was a dream.

Until you hear his voice coming from the other room. Wait, there are two voices. Crawling from the bed, you throw on a tank top and a pair of baggy sweats before walking out into the next room where you’re met with two matching pairs of wide honey brown eyes.

“For fuck’s sake Jacob…” Josh is leaned against your kitchen counter, arms crossed and eyes zeroed in on your chest.

Jake, shirtless and seated in a chair at your table, laughs softly over the rim of a coffee cup. “What? She likes it.”

You hold a hand up, motioning for them to stop speaking. “She is right here. Josh,” you turn to face him directly, “What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t lift his eyes to yours, and you realize he’s still trailing them over the purple and red splotches littering your chest and neck. When he doesn’t answer, you move closer and snap your fingers in front of his face, prompting him to lift it to yours.

“Hello? What are you doing here?”

“We have plans today… I brought you breakfast.”

You smile despite the thick tension blanketing the room. This wasn’t an abnormal occurrence over the course of your friendship, you would plan out a day of thrifting or hiking or movie watching, and one of you would pick up coffee and muffins or croissants for you both.

“I didn't expect you to still be asleep. I definitely didn’t expect him to be answering your door.” He jerks his head toward Jake, who’s still wearing a smug smile. “Darling, your neck looks like a Monet. What the f-“

“I beg you to mind your business.”

“Yeah Josh, mind your business.”

“Shut up Jake.” You and Josh speak in unison.

Letting your head fall back, you sigh and stare at your ceiling for a moment before addressing them both.

“Okay, this is awkward but I suppose inevitable. Can we try to be adults about it?” Your eyes flick back and forth between their faces. “Please?”

They both nod in agreement but Josh isn’t done. “So, what is this exactly? Whatever’s going on here.” He gestures his hand between you and Jake, watches as your eyes meet and chuckles when you both stay silent. “Interesting.”

Jake’s searching your face, eyes bouncing from your own to your lips and back, looking for an answer. When you break the eye contact and drop your gaze to the floor, he finds one.

“Yeah, interesting. I guess I’ll head out and let you two get to it.” He’s already moving past you to your room to grab his things.

“You’re an idiot!” You whisper-yell at Josh, swatting at his chest and arms as soon as Jake’s out of the kitchen. You’re both laughing when Jake returns with his shirt on and his phone and keys in hand.

“Josh, I’ll see you at home. Later Y/N.” You shoot Josh a stern look before following Jake to your door.

Calling to him softly, he only stops to face you once his hand is on the door handle. Your words are quiet, the lack of privacy in the small space doesn’t give you much to work with.

“Hey… you’re really gonna leave like that?” Your hand finds his upper arm and you wrap your fingers around it and squeeze.

“Leave like what? You have shit to do, I have shit to do. I’ve clearly overstayed my welcome.” His curt response causes a pang of guilt in your chest.

“You haven’t, I’m sorry… I- this is so awkward. I didn’t know what to say.”

“It’s cool, I’ll just talk to you later okay?”

“No, it’s not okay. Don’t leave here mad at me…”

“Kiss me, then.” When your eyes go wide, his lips curve into a smirk. “Right here, in front of him. Kiss me goodbye.” It feels like that moment in the green room, your body is tense and you can feel the other eyes in the room on you.

Josh is still propped against the counter in the kitchen, watching curiously and trying to read your lips. This is almost more entertaining than watching you hate each other.

Jake thinks that you’re going to refuse him. His hand hasn’t left the handle and he hasn’t moved closer to you in any way, so when you move in and cup his face in both of your hands, his eyes go wide. You brush your lips over his, but he’s stunned still and unmoving until you do it again. Pulled into his arms, he slides a hand up into your hair and moves his lips against yours as if you’re not only alone, but the only two people on earth.

When he pulls away, his arms stay wrapped around you and he pecks another kiss to your swollen lips before whispering, “Don’t forget about me, sweetheart.”

“No, no I won’t…”

He’s waving a goodbye to his brother over his head and out the door before you can say anything else. When the latch clicks into place, you turn your body slowly back to Josh.

Through a shit-eating grin he says, “That went well. Can you eat your breakfast and cover that shit up on your neck now, so we can go out? I’ve missed you.”

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Chemistry: Part 3

Jake x Danny x (F) Reader

Word Count: 13.3k 

Warnings: 18+, This is a slash fic! Oral (f & m) receiving, fingering, handjobs, spanking, unprotected penetrative and anal sex, dirty talk,

Summary: After the previous nights events, its time to lay things out in the open. Smut smut smut.

Part 1

Part 2

Y/n POV

Jake, Danny, and yourself spent the night out at some local bar. Along with Josh and Sam of course, but the only ones that you could focus on happened to be Jake and Danny. You each spent the evening shamelessly flirting with one another.

 After what happened in Danny’s dressing room your mind was clouded completely, not only with inappropriate thoughts, but how this would change things. There was a clear tension between you. The tension was mostly sexual, but you knew each of you were a bit nervous about how this would affect your friendship and what it all meant. It was a lot to process. You knew you had to talk to Jake before anything else happened.

You woke up the next morning in your hotel room with a slight pounding in your head. Jake was still sound asleep next to you. It was still pretty early, you were probably the first awake for the day. The only plans for the day were to explore the different city. You decided to go out and get you both some breakfast from a bakery you had seen just down the street from where you were staying.

You took the time to drag your short trip out. You wanted a clear mind when you talked to Jake about everything. You knew for a fact it was what you both wanted, and you were almost certain that Danny felt the same way. You just didn’t want any risk for a miscommunication on a topic this serious. You just wanted to lay everything out on the table with Jake and then the three of you could sit down and discuss matters.

When you walked through the hotel doors you were so deep in your own little world that you ran smack into someone. Thankfully they were paying attention and grabbed your arm before you hit the ground. You began apologizing profusely when you looked up to see the person that you had collided with was in fact Danny. He still had a loose grip on your arm. 

“Are you okay there Y/n?” he said with a grin on his face.

“Yeah yeah, sorry Danny I wasn’t paying attention,” you said trying to hide your embarrassment.  

“I was uh, I was hoping to talk to you and Jake today maybe?” Danny stuttered.

“I was thinking the same thing. Maybe we can get lunch a little later, just the three of us?” you said.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you guys in a bit then,” Danny said as he walked off.

He was acting weird. He seemed nervous, a little off maybe. Maybe he was just hungover, not fully awake yet. Something was definitely different. He never looked you in the eye. Maybe he didn’t feel the way that you and Jake did. Had you been reading it wrong this whole time? You definitely had to talk to Jake before lunch and get your own feelings sorted out in this short time. 

When you got back to your room Jake had just stirred awake. He was still laying groggy in bed. He sat up when you brought over breakfast. “Goodmorning Doll.”

“Goodmorning Jakey,” you said as you plopped down next to him. You both desperately needed some food in your systems.

Neither of you spoke much until you were done eating. You figured now was a better time than any. “So babe, I think we should probably talk,” you began.

He didn’t say a word, just nodded nervously and let you continue. 

“There’s a few things that we definitely should go over for sure, but this is a bit of a deep conversation we need to really get into okay? Danny asked me this morning if the three of us could talk together and I wanted you and I to talk beforehand to be sure that we were on the same page.” 

“I agree babe, you want to go first?” Jake asked. You knew he was nervous and just wanted to understand how you felt about everything.

“I think that it has been made clear that there is a sexual attraction between the three of us. But I also think that it is more than that. I believe that there are emotions involved as well. I think we all have feelings for each other,” you scooted closer to him to rest your hand on his leg.

“These things don’t really have to be complicated as long as we get everything out in the open in the beginning and set some ground rules,” you paused to give him a chance to speak.

“I agree, I think that it’s more than sexual. I think there are feelings involved at this point. I honestly never would have admitted it or acted on it until you brought it up,” Jake said. He paused to gather his thoughts. He seemed so anxious about everything.

“I’m really sorry about last night.. It just happened, we just-,”

You cut him off, “No, no Jake I’m not mad about last night, really I’m not. It happened fast I get it, plus it was very fun. There’s nothing to be sorry for, but this is why if we are going to pursue this that ground rules need to be set and we all need to be on the same page about everything.”

He brought his hand to meet yours and you gave it a reassuring squeeze to let him know everything really was okay. 

You both sat in silence for a few minutes to think about what your next steps were going to be. You knew that Jake was yours and you his. You had no reason to feel insecure or jealous. Especially not since the way that you had been included. They had no intention of leaving you out of whatever this was. 

“I care about the both of you. I have feelings for the both of you. I didn’t realize or even really understand how I actually felt about Danny. After last night though, I do have feelings for him. I think that he feels the same way,” Jake blurted out, with a slight blush of his cheeks.

“Jake, I think that I have feelings for Danny too. More than just sexual feelings. Last night made me see that too. I think that what happened last night was the beginning of something much more than just fooling around. So this lunch with Danny, I mean I’m pretty certain that he has the same feelings as we do. We should just be honest with him about how we feel and what we want out of this.”

“What exactly are we saying that we want from all of this?” he asked curiously. 

“For the three of us to be together, in a relationship,” you said with a giggle. 

Jake reached over and gave you a reassuring kiss. You knew that this was the right thing. This was what you both wanted. 

Danny POV

You were a ball of nerves and anxiety. You kept thinking about how awkward you were this morning with Y/n. You just didn’t know if it was the same for them as it was for you. That’s exactly why you just had to talk to them as soon as possible. You had a feeling that they felt the same way as you, that they wanted more just like you. You just had to be honest about how you were feeling. 

Jake had sent you some restaurant that they had found and said to meet them there. Of course you got there about thirty minutes earlier than they said, so naturally you were the first to arrive. You were just so nervous that you left way earlier than planned. You paced back and forth outside of the restaurant gathering your thoughts.

Getting there so early gave you enough time to get into your own head and begin to make yourself panic. When they got there everything was business as usual. You were all sharing looks and smiles at one another.

Finally, Y/n had the guts to speak on the matter first. ‘Thank goodness.’ you thought to yourself. You knew that you nor Jake would speak up first. You could always count on her to speak her mind. 

“I think we each know why we wanted to talk in private today. I know we are all a little, maybe a lot nervous to actually talk about it together. I think it is just best to be honest, we’re all friends, we all care about each other no matter what,” Y/n said so confidently. You just adored her confidence.

You and Jake were still silent. Y/n gave you a few minutes to clear your head and prepare whatever you had to say. When neither you or Jake still spoke she started again.

“Okay I can see that you’re both nervous, it’s okay really. On that note I can speak first if you guys would like?” she quizzed.

You and Jake slowly and nervously nodded at her, thrilled that she was taking the reins.

“So Danny, Jake and I talked a little bit this morning. We just laid it all out, how we both felt, what we thought, etc. I’m just going to speak for myself though, we will each get a turn to say what we feel. I do have feelings for you, more than sexual feelings. Last night I realized that I really do care for you and that I’m attracted to you. I have feelings for you both. I think that this could turn into more, like a relationship.” Y/n directed her statement more towards you.

Jake started right after, “I don’t know that I can say it in as many words as Y/n, but I'll do my best. Danny I also have feelings for you, more than just being attracted to you. Like Y/n said, I also think that this could be a real relationship between the three of us. I deeply care for the both of you.”

You watched as Jake took Y/n’s hand under the table. It was so odd to see him nervous, he was always so confident in everything that he did. Especially when it came down to his true emotions. 

They were both staring at you, waiting for you to speak your mind. It was your turn now, no going back. You felt much better after hearing how they felt, and knowing that they felt the same way. It made your confession all the easier. 

“In the spirit of honesty, I can say that I’ve had feelings for you both for a bit now, more than just sexual attraction. I just wasn’t sure if this was something that I should admit. I could see this being a serious relationship between the three of us. I’ve been so nervous about how to go about this, but after hearing that you both feel the same I feel much better now,” you said, finally feeling like you could take a deep breath now. 

A huge weight had been lifted from your chest after your confessions. The three of you sat in silence for a few moments once again, just to process it all. 

“It is a lot to process. I think that we all feel much better now getting things out in the open and knowing we each feel the same way. Being on the same page is a huge first step. It’s all new territory for each of us. I would like to say that I think it is important that some ground rules be set,” Y/n spoke with her confident tone.

You all agreed to this and enjoyed the rest of your lunch. You knew where you stood with them now. You spent the rest of your afternoon by joining Sam and Josh touring the city. The five of you wandered around small shops and sightseeing areas. 

The entire time Jake and Y/n would send a sweet smile or wink your way. You knew that you were right, this was turning into more.

Jake POV

That whole conversation went much smoother than you could have hoped. You had a good feeling about it to begin with, but after the three of you talked any and all nerves you had seemed to melt away. The two people that you cared about the most felt the same way about you. What a relief. 

Of course there were still a few things to discuss and figure out. You wanted to make Danny feel included, you wanted him to be a part of this relationship. It would be difficult to navigate at first. You and Y/n had a home together. How would he fit into your bubble? You each had to figure out a way that you could all blend and function together for this to work. You would each have to put in the effort to make sure that no one felt left out. 

You felt free, relief, happiness. You thought it would be weird, hearing your girlfriend admit that she has feelings for your best friend, him having feelings for the both of you as well. You thought you would feel guilty about having feelings for him. You felt the complete opposite. 

You thought after the conversation there would be awkwardness or weirdness. Instead, everything felt right, just the way it was supposed to be. You pondered on your love triangle for the rest of the day.

The next day Sam and Josh had some interviews that would end up taking all day to do. You wanted to stay in for the day, but of course Y/n was up bright and early ready to explore some more of the city.

You had both agreed since Sam and Josh would be gone that today would be the perfect day to spend just the three of you. You needed some alone time together to get your bearings on things. 

It would be the first time you would have an outing as a throuple. You hadn’t exactly labeled anything yet, it wasn’t a date. It was something of a test run you guessed. The three of you had spent many times alone throughout the years, but this was new territory, different. You were just as excited as you were nervous. 

You called Danny to meet in your room to start your day. Y/n could see the anxiety that you felt. She placed her delicate hands on your face, lightly brushing a few loose strands of hair behind your ear. “I know that you’re a bit nervous, but it’s just me and Danny. We’ve been hanging out alone for years. I know that this is new and different, I’m a little nervous too. I’m sure even Danny is as well, but we both care about you. You know if your feelings change that’s okay, we would understand. We just have to go about this with an open and honest policy. Everything will work out, I’m sure of it.”

She always knew exactly what to say and you knew that she was right, as usual. Just then you heard a light tap on the door. You, almost too quickly, whipped the door open to find a tall, dark haired man standing before you. He nervously chewed his bottom lip, “You uh gonna invite me in?”

You had been so distracted with how delectable he looked that you had just left him out in the open. “Of course, of course. Come on in Danny.”

He sauntered in swiftly, confidently. You knew he was just as nervous as you, but trying hard to cover that up. You were shocked with electricity when his hand just slightly brushed yours as he walked by.

“Hello Y/n, you both are looking lovely this morning,” Danny slyly said to you both with a blush on his face.

“Hm, ever the flirt Danny. So boys, what are we thinking today?” Y/n spoke, clearly happy that Danny was calming the nerves you each felt. He could flirt his way out of anything, you were sure of that.

You finally spoke, “I was just thinking about taking it slow today, with all of this newness. Just a few tourist things around town, nothing too crazy.”

“I agree Jake, Danny how does that sound?” Y/n said.

“I think that sounds great. I’m excited to start this, but if I’m honest a bit nervous,” Danny said.

“I think we’re all a bit nervous. This doesn’t have to be like our first date. I also think at some point today we should discuss those ground rules among other things ya know? Not to pressure or rush things, I just want us all to be in a comfortable state with all of this and to know where we all stand,” Y/n spoke with her confident tone. 

You loved that about her. No matter how nervous she was in a situation, she always knew how to control the situation in the best way. She made sure to ease everyone else, as well as speak her mind. That is one of the things that made you so sure that this relationship between you three would work very well. 

Y/n’s comment had gotten you excited that within the next few days you would be having your first date. Your heart jumped when the words left her mouth. You couldn’t wait.

You spent the day getting street food, exploring little shops, and sightseeing. You weren’t all sure about the physical aspect of things, how to hold hands, or kiss. The flirting came naturally it seemed. You all talked just like normal, like three best friends who had feelings for each other. 

Once it got late you decided you should all be treated to a nice dinner. You sat down at your table, Y/n next to you and Danny across. After a few drinks you were brave enough to slowly stretch your legs out to rub against Danny’s, which he welcomed eagerly. 

Y/n POV

The day went very smoothly. It was incredibly eye opening to see each of you in this new element. It meant the world to you to see your boys so happy. To know how they felt for you and each other. 

At dinner you noticed that you had all calmed down a tremendous amount. You had found a nice flow to everything. You even noticed that Jake had a newfound confidence and was rubbing against Danny’s leg under the table and in turn Danny had begun rubbing the opposite leg against yours. You knew there would be no issues with anyone feeling left out. They made sure of that. 

“I’m thinking now would be a good time to talk about these ground rules, if you guys are up for it?” you spoke.

They both nodded their heads in agreement, of course letting start off the conversation. 

“So feel free to speak your minds please, this is the only way that this will work. I guess I'll just jump right into things. How do you feel about fucking when one of us isn’t there?” 

They both chuckled and Danny spoke, “I’m okay with that if you are.”

“I think so too sweetheart,” Jake said.

“I’m good with it too, as long as we communicate. I would like to know about it, but of course things do happen. What about Josh and Sam? How do we go about being openly together? Or is this something that we’re keeping to ourselves?” you said.

“You know that Josh picks up on these things, he would figure it out pretty quick. Sam is pretty oblivious. He wouldn’t figure it out for a while atleast. I don’t think that it’s necessarily their business, but I don’t think that I want to hide this,” Jake blushed.

Danny agreed, as did you. 

“So I feel like I should bring this up. Like I told Jake earlier, I’m not at all mad that you guys did something without me, but I would like to know how I fit into this? We all admitted to having feelings for each other, so I know how you feel. I just wonder if this is just a Jake and Danny thing?” you said. 

You felt almost silly asking. They had both just admitted how they felt for you and that they both wanted you included. You weren’t at all the jealous type, you just wanted some clarity, or maybe some reassurance on the matter. You wanted to be a part of this, that you were sure of. You knew Jake loved you, you knew where he stood. And Danny wasn’t one to lie or not speak his true feelings on something this serious. 

Everything was happening quickly. None of you had really had time to process everything. But still, the feelings were there. You knew you would all regret it if you didn’t give this a shot. Even though it was early, you just had a feeling that this was very real. That this was the beginning of a very serious relationship. 

As you watched the handsome men in front of you, you could see the wheels turning in their minds. They were trying to figure out their places just like you, trying to figure out what to say and do. They were trying to read each other. 

“No baby, no, this is an all of us thing for sure. It just sort of happened…” Jake trailed off.

“Really Y/n, it did just happen and you made it much better by joining in. I know that I have real feelings for you. I want the both of you. I know this may be a bit tricky at first trying to figure out our dynamic. I really do think we can make this work, I want to make this work…” Danny said certainly, but nervously. 

The reassurance from them both made you feel much better. It made you feel certain about the whole thing. 

“Uhm, one more thing I think. I know this is early of course, not to jump the gun. But you guys live together, have a place, a home. Not right away of course, but what about me staying over sometimes or things like that?” Danny said cautiously.

You and Jake shared a nervous, but excited look. Jake tapped your thigh happily. You knew exactly what his answer was.

“Like you said not right away, while we get our footing on the relationship. But I think we would both like for you to stay the night sometimes, and maybe even something more permanent in the future. I mean you stay over a lot anyways, this would just come with a few perks,” you flirted.

Danny looked more than happy with your answer. You were all giddy over everything.

“Oh wait wait, one more thing, again. So are you uhm, my boyfriends now? I mean how are we going about labels?” you chuckled at your own question.

“We don’t have to do labels. It’s not necessary, but I like them. I think that I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend,” Jake said smiling.

Danny took Jake and your hands carefully, “I like the idea of calling you my boyfriend and girlfriend.” 

“If you guys ever want to bring anything up, please do. But I think that it’s safe to say that we covered basically everything,” You said very happily.

You ended the night with a newfound confidence. You all felt a sense of peace and excitement. You had each found your place. You toasted your boyfriends to your newfound relationship. 

Danny POV

Your heart was racing. Your palms were clammy. You were filled with joy and happiness. You were understanding your own feelings now. It was like this was the missing piece to the puzzle. You felt whole. 

You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face. You felt a spark you had never felt before while holding Y/n and Jake’s hands. This is how things were always meant to be. 

Jake shot a wink to Y/n and licked his lips, “Sooo, what do you guys say we continue this celebration back at the hotel?”

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” you said. Y/n squeezed your hand, showing that was exactly what she wanted too. 

Your heart was fluttering all around. At first you honestly thought that things would be weird. They were your best friends after all, but they were more than comfortable. It just felt right.

You were also thrilled at how blunt Y/n could be. It made the conversation that you thought would be uncomfortable flow easily. 

The three of you walked down the street holding hands, with Y/n in the middle. You all made it back to Y/n and Jake’s room later that night. You felt like you truly fit with them. They welcomed you into their relationship with open arms. Which now was your relationship. 

You walked in and Jake immediately fixed the three of you a drink from the mini bar. If you were being honest you needed it for your nerves. You were no longer nervous about the relationship side of things, and you could tell that neither were they. But you could tell now the tension was sexual. 

You and Jake had done a little exploring. This was very new to the both of you. You had never been with a man until Jake. 

The three of you sat on the couch in the suite. You talked and flirted playfully for a while. You sat in between them for a change. Normally it was Y/n who sat in the middle when it was just the three of you. 

Y/n delicately placed her silky smooth legs over your lap to show her comfort. Jake gently placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing his fingers slowly in circles. You could feel your cheeks begin to turn into a crimson red. You knew this was Y/n’s way of comforting all of you. 

You had wondered who would make the first move, and you figured that it would probably be her. You and Jake had proved to be a bit shy when making first moves. She waited a few minutes to feel you out. You were just about to place a hand on her legs when she took them away. You didn’t have enough time to be disappointed before she swooped over you. Her knees dipped onto each side of you on the couch. She was straddling your lap perfectly.

Her sudden take on authority lit you up. Jake had a smug look of pride across his face, like he knew something that you didn’t, but you were surely about to find out. To anyone else Y/n came across as a sweet but shy woman. But to those who knew her, she was a ball of light and joy, she was someone who took charge in situations. 

This Y/n however is one that you haven’t met yet, one that you weren’t even aware existed, but you were about to be formally introduced. Her breathing was a bit heavier now and her eyes were darker as they glared into you. All of her attention was focused solely on you now. 

Her attention made you feel like you were the only person in the world. She seductively licked her lips and cupped your face. Her other hand swept some loose strands of hair behind your ear, twirling it around her fingers playfully. Scratching her fingernails on the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine. 

She lightly lifted your chin up, bringing you eye to eye. You caught a hint of mischief on her face. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to yours. You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding. The kiss was captivating, her lips were pillowy soft. You kissed her back gently, not being able to hold back the smile against her lips. 

She pulled back, seemingly reluctant, “Hi Danny.”

“Hi Y/n, I’ve been wanting to do that for ages” you both giggled.

You felt Jake’s hand move farther up your thigh teasingly, giving you a gentle squeeze. Y/n showed her authority again, “Come here baby.” You watched as she cupped Jake’s face just as she had yours, pulling him into a searing kiss. She lightly began to grind onto your lap, showing you both equal attention. 

“I’m almost jealous that you got to taste him without me Jakey, he’s so sweet. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind replaying the night events for me,” she said toying with you both.

With her still on your lap grinding, Jake smiled sweetly at you both. He seemed to enjoy the show she was putting on for you. He leaned forward meeting your lips with his in a soft kiss. Jake quickly deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You happily invited him in. He groaned lowly into your mouth. 

Y/n attached her lips to your exposed neck. You were shocked at the sudden contact and moaned directly into Jake’s mouth. This only provoked them even more. 

Jake pulled away from the kiss reluctantly. Both of them paused their actions for some reassurance. They were very considerate with every move they made. They made sure everyone was feeling safe and comfortable. You felt such a strong sense of adoration for them both. After making sure you were all still on the same page, it was right back to business.

Y/n addressed you both in a sultry tone. Her voice was tearing you and Jake to pieces and she had hardly laid a hand on either of you. “I want both of you. But I want Danny first since you had him first last time. If you want that of course Danny?”

“Oh fuck yeah.. Mhm,” You responded pathetically. She was unraveling you quicker than you had expected. 

She was wearing a light green sundress, leaving you to want more. Everything that you had imagined was coming to life, but so much better than you could have ever dreamed up. Between you and Jake you had each side of her dress bunched up at her thighs. She leaned back to capture Jake’s lips. This movement gave you just enough sight to see the damp spot that had started to form between her legs. 

Jake pulled from the kiss to catch where your eyes were staring. When Y/n noticed she leaned back just a little further and spread her legs a bit more. She knew exactly what she was doing to you and it was working.

You glanced over to Jake one more time, looking for any indication that your invitation had been rescinded. He grabbed your calloused hand that was previously intertwined with his and placed it directly onto her soaked center. 

“My god, you’re so wet. Is this all for us?” you said wide eyed. 

She responded by grinding onto your hand. It took everything in you not to rip off of her clothing and take her right there. But you wanted to drag this out. You wanted this to last as long as you could make it. You planned on taking your time with them both, and they clearly had the same idea.

You could feel your hard on straining against your jeans and you knew she felt it too, the way that she was grinding down on you. The attention from them both was overwhelming in the best way. You had never experienced anything like this. 

Jake POV

Y/n was reveling in this. She was toying with the both of you, playing a game that you knew oh so well. But Danny seemed to be shocked by her behavior, but he clearly loved it. You had watched his sweet and flirting demeanor change in the blink of an eye to lustful and needy. 

You watched happily as your girlfriend played with your new boyfriend. Your lips were attached to Danny’s neck, his skin was sweet and soft against your tongue. One hand on Danny’s hand, pressed into Y/n’s center, the other running under the hem of his shirt. His skin was burning hot. You and Danny waited patiently for Y/n to show her next move. She was getting a read on Danny, seeing how long it would take for him to break. 

You thought maybe the first few times that you were together it would prove to be a challenge. That you would struggle to all be attentive to one another or someone would feel left out. You’d barely gotten started and that was clearly not going to be the case. 

You watched in awe as Y/n continued to seduce you and Danny. Even though that wasn’t necessary, you had both been practically drooling over her all day. 

“Feel her, she wants you inside of her. I know you’re dying to please her,” you cooed into Danny’s ear.

He let out a moan as he dove his hand smoothly into her soaked panties. 

Y/n POV

You wanted them both to take you. You loved toying with them, you were overstimulated in the best way and you had barely been touched.

Danny slid into your panties effortlessly. Running his fingers through your folds a few times to gather your slick. He worked into you gently at first, welcoming the sting of his thick fingers stretching you out, finding your sweet spots. A whimper fell from your lips when Jake began circling his fingers slowly over your clit, spreading you open to give his boyfriend more access to you. Danny continued to fuck into you with you still on his lap, while Jake started to put on a show of his own for you. 

“You’re fucking her so good. The noises she’s making are all for us, those beautiful sounds. Making our girl feel so good. Don’t stop, keep giving it to her,” Jake said as he brought his lips to Danny’s. He was actively trying to challenge his focus. To see just how long he could fuck you while entertaining Jake. 

Hearing those words again in such a setting made your heart and your cunt flutter. ‘Our girl’. This was something you were easily getting used to. 

Jake removed his hand from your soaked cunt and brought them to Danny’s kiss swollen lips. He rubbed your slick over his lips slowly like a lipgloss. “Open, eyes on her,” Jake instructed.

Danny obliged this request with no hesitation, his eyes darting to catch yours. Jake swirled his slick covered fingers over Danny’s tongue. “Doesn’t she taste so sweet, so divine Danny, taste her,” Jake commanded. 

“Don’t we feel so good sweet dove? Hm?” Jake said bringing his fingers once again to circle your clit, but this time with determination. 

“Let’s make her cum, just like this on your lap, with our fingers. Make a mess of our girl,” Jake continued on.

You let out the most pathetic whimper. The sounds of your heavy breathing and slick noises echoed through the room. 

“Yeah baby? You like that, our fingers fucking you? You want to be a good girl for us and let us take care of you?” Danny caught on, finally playing the long game with you both. Jake’s fingers were quickly added into you alongside Danny’s, while still circling your clit.

“Look at Danny while you cum, I want him to see that beautiful face, can you do that?” Jake ordered. 

“Yes-fuck, Yes Sir, just like that..” you barely said over your own moans. 

You were thrown into your first orgasm, Danny's eyes boaring directly into yours. He hardly blinked in fear of missing a moment. You fought to keep your eyes open and on him. The sounds of their voices could have simply sent you over. You came hard, squeezing around their fingers with your cunt. Your entire body was tingling. They were both groaning right with you. 

“You were right, she does make the most beautiful face when she cums,” Danny said to Jake. 

They slowly slid out of you. You winced at the loss of contact. Your mind was fuzzy but focused. 

“I think we should move this party somewhere a bit more comfortable,” you suggested. 

Still straddling Danny’s lap, he swept you up as if you were a feather, wrapping your legs around his waist, and laid you gently onto the bed. With an open hand he guided Jake along with you. 

They both seemed to loom over you, you suddenly felt so small beneath them. You could see them both straining against their jeans. You sat up onto your knees on the mattress. You took your hands to both of them, slowly palming them over their pants. After a few moments, you decided they were deserving of some relief. 

You undid Danny’s jeans first, pulling them down his waist to his ankles. Doing Jake the same way. They both stood before you in their boxers, as they removed their shirts. They watched you articulately, not wanting to make the wrong move. You pulled their boxers down to their ankles, instructing them to remove them completely. They couldn’t let you be the only one still dressed, they dipped down and pulled your dress over your head, leaving you only in your tiny soaked thong. 

You spit into each of your palms and grasped their lengths. You began to slowly jerk them. They both let out a groan from the sudden contact. You took extra time to admire Danny, to take in every inch. The other night with Jake you hadn’t been focused enough to take in all of the details. He was glowing, his muscles flexing almost identically to Jake’s when you made certain movements. You took mental notes of his tiny whimpers that he tried to hold in from you. 

While you stroked them, Danny reached for Jake to pull him into a kiss. It was different from the others that they had shared, this one was deep and meaningful, intimate. You knew that they were falling apart right before your eyes, they were holding onto each other in hopes of hiding this from you. But you knew Jake all too well and you were figuring out Danny faster by the moment. They were giving away far more than they realized. 

You took Danny into your mouth while he was distracted from Jake’s. Giving him kitten licks at first, licking up and down his shaft. This clearly took him by surprise by the gasp he let out straight into Jake’s mouth. You savored his taste, tucking this moment into the back of your mind for later. You started by slowly taking him inch by inch, then suddenly taking him fully down your throat. 

You kept your eyes open and directly on Danny’s. He seemed in awe of you, seeing you in this new light. You could see him struggling to keep his own eyes open, they were hooded and dark, but he didn’t want to miss a moment of this. 

His knees threatened to buckle out from under him. He grabbed Jake’s shoulder and the back of your head as an anchor. You heard Jake chuckle and you felt his hand join Danny’s on your head. Gathering up your hair into a ponytail and helping Danny guide you along.

Jake used this to his own advantage and pulled you off of Danny and onto him. You mimicked the same motions as you had with Danny onto Jake’s length. You felt Danny’s hand stay on your head as he guided you just as Jake had onto him. 

“Doesn’t her mouth feel so good around you, like velvet. You’re taking us both so well darling,” Jaked egged you both on. 

You hummed around them adding to the pleasure. The tears began streaming down your reddened cheeks. In an act of intimacy Jake swiped them away lovingly. 

The moans pouring from their depths were orgasmic. They were like beautiful melodies mixed together. 

“Are you trying to make us cum already? Naughty girl, that just won’t do,” Danny spoke in a deep tone. 

“No, not quite yet. There’s still so much fun to be had. I’m just getting started,” you said just barely stroking them now. 

“Whose cock do you want first, hm?” Jake asked, already knowing your answer. 

You stopped all movements and gave them both your sweetest doe eyes. Jake knew exactly what you wanted without you speaking a word. 

You sat up and wrapped your arms around Danny’s torso and led him down on top of you. You laid perfectly in the center of the bed. He wasn’t expecting you to take him like this, he had a look of surprise and excitement on his face. He caught your swollen lips in a heated kiss. His hair cascaded around you as he looked into your eyes caringly. 

He carefully began trailing sloppy kisses down your body. He wrapped his lips around one of your hardened nipples sucking lightly. He brought his hand up to gently massage the other. He licked a stripe from your chest to right above your center. He paused to catch his breath. He peppered kisses up and down your inner thighs. Finally making his way to your aching cunt. Even though you’d already been offered some relief it wasn’t enough for all that your boyfriends were making you feel. 

Jake had taken this as a sign to watch the events unfold before him. He always did enjoy a good show and you knew he didn’t want to miss a second. He sat directly beside you on the bed. You looked over to him to see him lazily stroking himself and watching every movement that Danny made with your body.

He had a new look on his face now, one that you weren’t familiar with. But you knew it was a look of happiness and joy. He was happy to be sharing this intimate time with you both. 

You could feel Danny’s warm breath on your center now. He was eager to dive into you. He licked a slow stripe up your cunt, making sure to capture all of your taste. He lapped at you causing pornographic moans to erupt from your throat. He was rutting his hips down onto the bed below you. He had made himself at home in between your thighs. He was showing you all that he had to offer. Which was clearly exceptional. 

His nose rubbed against your clit perfectly as his tongue swirled around you. You grabbed his hair roughly and began to grind onto his face. He didn’t care how hard you pulled his hair or even about breathing, you were sure you were smothering him. But he took it willingly. 

He threw you straight into your second orgasm with no warning. He worked you through it effortlessly. Jake grunted words of encouragement at you both, proud of the way that Danny had unraveled you. Watching as your legs shook around Danny’s face and you praised him for it. 

Danny was glowing as he emerged from your center and made his way back to your lips. You and Jake simultaneously licked his face clean from the mess you had made. 

“You were so good for her, she came so hard on your face,” Jake continued to praise him. 

“Hm Jake, we should reward him don’t you think?” you said. 

Jake shook his head eagerly. You sat up swiftly swapping places with Danny. He sat up halfway in the middle of the bed. Still glowing, but curious as to what you had in mind. Jake was waiting to follow your lead. 

“I told you that we were only just getting started,” you winked at them.

You imitated the same kisses down Danny’s body as he had you. Once you got to his cock, you motioned for Jake to join you. He moved down with you cautiously. Together you licked up his shaft, causing Danny to groan deeply. He was surprised at your boldness. 

You and Jake took turns teasing and tasting him, dipping down to his hole every so often to spark his interest. Danny’s hands were gripping the sheets so roughly you thought they may rip. You halted all contact with Danny and brought Jake’s swollen lips to yours for a deep kiss. 

“I need you, please, something…anything,” Danny pleaded to you. 

You instructed Jake to stop and take his place. Danny reluctantly stopped and followed your orders. You knew you had to enjoy your time in charge. Once they got a bit more comfortable in this setting they would ruin you and you would happily let them. Your chances to be in charge in the bedroom would be few and far in between. 

“It’s Jake’s turn to be rewarded. He’s been so patient,” you cooed to Danny. 

Jake laid out in the middle of the bed. You and Danny placed directly in between his thighs. You mimicked the same moves on Jake as you had Danny. Danny had taken from your own boldness and dipped between down to his hole. Neither of the men were used to this yet, but very clearly enjoyed the act. He swirled his tongue around teasingly while you worked his hard cock with your mouth. Jake’s eyes were rolled to the back of his head at this point. 

You could feel the mess that your cunt was making running down your thighs from these sinful acts. You had never been so aroused. The adrenaline was pumping furiously through your veins.

You knew they couldn’t take much more and if you were honest neither could you.

“I want you inside of me,” you said, directing towards both of them, lifting your head up from Jake’s center.

 “Who baby, who do you want? You know we both want you,” Danny said, pausing his actions. 

“Both, I need the both of you inside of me. Take turns, at the same time, just fuck me,” you said sitting up, waiting for one of them to make the next move now. 

You had to give up some of your control now, but not all. You made sure they knew that. You wanted to see how they would run things. They were both full of confidence now, all the nerves had melted away hours ago. You had guided them this far.

As they sat up, you once again laid out in the center of the bed. You could practically hear their hearts pounding out of their chests. Their eyes heavy, faces red, a light sheen of sweat lined their torsos. They looked beautiful in this element. You could get used to this view. 

Danny grabbed Jake by the throat and licked up and down his neck. Jake let out the most beautiful moan you had ever heard. He threw his head back and fell into Danny’s arms. You could watch them like this forever if you had the chance. 

You had gotten so aroused by the act that you started to rub up and down your own body, your cunt was begging for contact. Danny pulled away releasing Jake’s throat, tugging his bottom lip in between his teeth. He turned his attention to you. He moved into a comfortable spot between your legs, spreading them to make room for his body.

“You said you wanted to take Danny first sweetheart, gonna be good for him?” Jake slurred into the shell of your ear. 

Danny smirked at you, grabbing his length and running it through your folds, coating him in your slick. He entered your hole gently at first, giving you time to adjust to his size. You welcomed the stretch he gave you. He buried himself in you in one swift move. 

You noted how different he felt from Jake. They were about the same size, but Danny felt thicker, he was hitting different spots. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way that his muscles flexed and the faces that he made while plunging into you. He wasn’t gentle for long before fucking you wildly.

Jake was taunting you with his words and it was working like a charm. He was praising Danny for how well he was fucking into you. But he didn’t let Danny have you to himself for too long, just long enough to let you feel each other privately. 

Jake and Danny were speaking to each other without words. You would’ve caught onto what they were planning, but you were far too indulged in trying to hold your eyes open so you wouldn’t miss Danny’s performance. Danny flipped you over expertly without ever removing himself from you. 

He pulled you into the straddling position, your thighs sticking to his hips. He looked up at you with doe eyes. You felt the weight shift on the mattress behind you as Jake situated himself. 

Jake pulled your back flush with his torso. He wrapped a hand around your throat, you could hear the smile he was wearing as he spoke, “Are you going to be a good girl and take us both? You think you can handle that?”

“Y-Yes..”

His hand met your ass sharply reminding you that it was his turn to be in charge.

“Yes Sir,” you quickly corrected, even though you loved being corrected. 

Jake pushed you back down with force, Danny quickly catching you and holding you up. Your body was quickly turning to jello. The sweet, shy boys who entered this room were long gone. Jake pulled your ass up for better access. He rutted against you a few times teasingly. 

You took the time to admire how Danny looked below you. You planted your lips firmly on Danny’s in an open mouth kiss. You heard Jake spit into his palm and rub his length. He slid in ever so slowly. His cock rubbing against Danny’s, causing Danny to groan into your mouth. His hands squeezed from their place on your thighs, letting you know how good it felt. 

Your brain short circuited. This pain was nothing like you had ever felt before, the stretch of both of their cocks inside of your cunt. It was electrifying. 

You clamped your eyes shut and let out a deep breath. Jake leaned forward and placed small kisses down your spine. He moved up farther pushing into you even deeper, pulling Danny up to him kissing him sloppily. As they were both inside of you, your head in the crook of Danny’s neck, you admired where you were now. Sandwiched between them in ecstasy. 

You watched as a string of saliva still connected their mouths when Jake pulled away. Moving to kiss you in the same manner as he had Danny. You peeped your eyes open to see Danny admiring you. 

“I love you,” Jake whispered into your ear. He always said that just before he was rough with you. You shuddered knowing what was coming next.

Jake fell back to his place behind you and began fucking you softly and slowly. Danny didn’t move at first in fear of hurting you. Jake only gave you a minute to adjust to the feeling. 

Danny began fucking up into you. He started slowly just as Jake did, but once Jake picked up the pace Danny caught on. They started to pound you brutally. 

You were screaming both of their names like a prayer. You didn’t care about the neighbors or anyone hearing you. That was the last thing on your mind. Your nails were buried in Danny’s chest, leaving red marks in their wake, like artwork. His own hands lifting your hips up and down onto their cocks. Jake’s hands halfway holding Danny’s and your hips. The grip that they had on your hips was certain to leave bruises. A sweet reminder you would be looking forward to seeing tomorrow. 

You felt the grip loosen slightly when Jake reached between your and Danny’s body to stimulate your clit. It took moments for you to come undone around them. Your cunt squeezed around their cocks buried inside of you. They fucked you right through your third orgasm, never slowing down once. You were on the verge of overstimulation, but you didn’t care. 

You knew that your boyfriends had stamina. From the way they performed on stage, from your own experience with Jake in the bedroom. But it seemed like there was no end in sight and you were happy with that. You would let them play with you and each other as long as they liked. 

You were a whimpering mess, hardly able to hold your eyes open or even hold yourself up. 

“I think we wore her out. Is that all you can take, baby?” Danny taunted. 

“I guess me and Danny can finish by ourselves if you can’t take anymore,” Jake played along, knowing this would only rile you back up. He knew you wouldn’t tap out.

“Is that all you can give me?” you played back.

“Greedy little thing hm,” Danny groaned.

Jake slid out of you while Danny flipped you over onto your back again. He only removed himself from you for a moment, plunging right back in. His arms on either side of your body, holding himself up. 

Jake played out the same movements with Danny he did with you. He pulled him back by his throat, his back was flush with Jake’s torso. Danny had paused his movements with you while Jake had his fun. 

“You want me to fuck you now?” Jake said as he rutted into Danny’s ass. 

“God yes,” Danny breathed out eagerly.

You were just as desperate as Danny was, it was all over his face.

“You want me to fuck you right into her tight cunt?” Jake said as his hands roamed Danny’s body.

You reached over to the hotel nightstand fumbling around, while they were distracted. While shopping today you had wondered upon a little sex shop. The boys had gotten distracted down the street so you snuck off by yourself. You had purchased a bottle of strawberry lube, you knew it would come in handy.

You silently thanked yourself while presenting it to the boys. Their eyes lit up and they both smiled. Jake looked between the two of you and took the small bottle with nervous hands. 

You heard the ‘pop’ sound of the lid opening. Danny leaned back down to you, giving Jake better access. You began tracing your fingers along his back. You could hear the wet noises as Jake slicked up his cock. “Are you ready for me?” Jake asked.

“Yes,” Danny hardly spoke.

Jake slid a lubed up finger inside of Danny’s hole. Danny noticeably tensed up at the new feeling. “Just relax, I’ve got you,” Jake said, while massaging his ass. 

At the sound of Jake’s voice Danny almost immediately relaxed into him. Jake slid in and out a few more times, adding more fingers as he went. Jake was giving every bit of his attention to Danny’s pleasure and comfort. While Danny groped at your skin, sucking at your nipples, trying to figure out where to put his focus. 

Once Danny gave the okay, Jake removed his fingers and grabbed his cock. He jerked himself a few times, slapping it against Danny’s entrance. Jake pushed the head of his cock slowly into his hole, letting Danny get used to the stretch before fully bottoming out in him. 

They groaned almost in sync with each other. Both sets of eyes fully blown out and rolling into the back of their heads. Danny burying his head into the crook of your neck, biting the sensitive skin. His cock twitching inside of you. With Danny’s head to the side, you had a perfect view of Jake now. The way that he looked buried inside of Danny, the pleasure that covered his face. His muscles flexing and eyes wide. His jaw was hung open. He waited a few minutes to move an inch. 

The sound of Jake fucking into Danny was causing arousal to pool in between your thighs. The harder that Jake slammed into Danny, the deeper he was pushing into you. Your legs were spread wide open. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that worked between the three of you. Once Danny had found his own rhythm he began backing into Jake and pounding into you. 

No one spoke for a while. It was all whimpers and pornographic moans, the pleasure that you each were feeling was insane. 

“Danny, baby, fuck you’re so tight,” Jaked breathed out. 

“You both feel so fucking good,” Danny respsonded. 

Jake had a rough grip around Danny’s hips, pushing deeper into him with every stroke. In return slamming Danny harder into you. 

“I don’t think I can last much longer, I need to cum. Please let me cum…” Danny cried out to you both. 

Danny’s eyes pleaded with you for his release. You knew by the look on Jake’s face he was fighting his own ending, his hips were faltering their pace. You wrapped your legs around Danny’s waist, “Cum in me, fill me up baby.”

Within seconds of your own plea you were unraveled. Danny had covered your chest in purple marks, his own moans shook your body. You felt him coat your walls in his thick release, twitching inside of you, crying out. Jake fucked him through his orgasm wildly, you knew he was trying to hold off a bit longer. But the sight of you and Danny cumming sent him over. He coated the walls of Danny’s tight hole. 

When Jake pulled from Danny they both let out a hiss. Danny finally found the strength to pull out of you. You whimpered from the loss of him. You and Danny both having cum dripping from you. You both were a whimpering mess. 

The three of you laid tangled up and out of breath. You were still in the middle of them, they both had a leg draped over you, holding hands over your stomach. Exhausted from your dirty dance in the sheets. You couldn’t help but blush and giggle. It was everything and more than you had hoped. 

As exhausted as you were, the adrenaline was still coursing through you. You felt relaxed and happy. You wanted to savor this moment for as long as you could. 

“That was fucking amazing,” you finally broke the silence. They both hummed in unison. 

You moved to place a kiss on Jake’s plump lips. You heard Danny whimper from behind you. You turned over to do the same to him. You sunk back to your place in between them. Jake sat up slightly to kiss Danny next, sweet and gentle. Both of them blushing, as if they hadn’t just been deep inside of one another. 

Jake was the first to move, bringing you and Danny a warm washcloth. Knowing that neither of you had the intention of moving for a while. He cleaned you both off caringly. 

The three of you scooted yourselves under the covers and fell sound asleep not long after. All of you being drained physically. You had stayed tangled up all night long. 

Danny POV

You woke up the next morning in the same position that you had drifted off in. You took a deep breath into your lungs and your senses were filled with Jake and Y/n. Your head nuzzled in Y/n’s neck, a leg draped over her body, and your hand intertwined with Jake’s. 

They were both still asleep, their chests slowly rising and falling. The morning light was beginning to peek through the curtains, adding a slight glow to their bare skin. You took this time to admire how peaceful they looked. You also took this time to gather your thoughts of the past two days' events. 

Within the recent days you had finally admitted not only to yourself, but to your best friends that you had feelings for them. As much reassurance as they had both given you, you still couldn’t help but worry that they would wake up and have regrets. You hoped they still felt the same way when they opened their eyes this morning. 

You now found yourself tangled in the sheets with them, as their boyfriend. You could have stayed like this with them forever, but of course you had a full schedule for today. You felt Y/n begin to stir awake, her eyes slowly peeking open and meeting yours. You couldn’t help but smile at her. She looked so delighted to see you. 

“Good Morning boyfriend,” she giggled and squeezed your hand.

“Well good morning girlfriend,” you replied. 

It felt so right to be here with them like this, domestic even. She rolled completely over to you, snuggling up to your chest and met her lips to yours. Your movement must have woken Jake up. You glanced over to see him rolling towards you and Y/n. His eyes were only halfway open, but a grin spread across his face. 

He sat up slightly and kissed Y/n on the cheek, greeting her for the morning. Then turning his attention to you as Y/n had, repeating her actions.

“Good Morning boyfriend,” Jake said blushing and kissing you lightly.

“Good Morning boyfriend,” you repeated back. 

The phrase just sounded right. Their actions had whipped the fear from your mind immediately. You couldn’t control the smile on your face. You stayed in your own bubble for a few minutes longer. Of course someone began pounding on the door, bringing you back to reality. 

You all stared at each other, maybe a hint of nervousness behind your eyes. You had all agreed that you weren’t hiding this, but it was a bit soon. When no one moved to answer the door you heard Josh’s voice, “Rise and shine! The bus will be here in the next thirty minutes guys!”

“Okay, we’ll be down soon,” Jake yelled back, never moving from the bed. 

All of you were still unclothed, nothing but the sheets covering you. You all reluctantly dragged yourselves from the bed. Jake was the first to get up, you couldn’t help but gawk at his naked form. You heard the shower water begin to run as he disappeared into the hot steam.

 Y/n caught your stare, “Why don’t we join him?” 

The hotel shower allowed just enough space for the three of you. You and Y/n entered on either side of Jake. You pressed to his back and Y/n to his front as you let the warm water soak your bodies.

Your sore muscles thanked you. Your hands ran along the length of Jake’s body. He leaned his head back onto your chest. You looked over him to see Y/n stroking his cock. You wrapped one hand around his throat and one around waist to hold him steady. She was pumping him furiously. 

You sucked at the skin on his shoulder. You and Y/n coaxed him along eagerly. You watched her grope at herself with her free hand. She had purple marks down her front and her hips slightly bruised. You took pride in admiring your artwork. Her eyes stayed on yours, she wanted you to see the way she unraveled him. 

You could feel Jake’s muscles tightening underneath you. His eyes were clamped shut and his forehead creased together. You added a little more pressure around his throat and lifted his head up a bit. “Watch her. Watch her while she makes you cum for us,” you demanded.

You watched as he struggled to keep his eyes open and on her. But he followed your instructions like he was told. He held onto you tightly. He groaned and his hips bucked up wildly as he spilled into Y/n’s hand and her stomach.

She brought a finger to her mouth, groaning and licking it clean. You brought your hand to her stomach and swiped up the rest of Jake’s mess. You mimicked her movements by licking your hand clean. “You taste so good babe. You did so good for us,” you said.

After your shower you were left with little time to get ready. The three of you were rushing around to get dressed. You threw on last night's clothes and kissed them both swiftly. You made your way back to your own room. 

You noted that your bed was still perfectly made. Your room looked as if you had hardly been there. You wondered if this was how it would be from now on. 

You met everyone else downstairs. “Where have you been all night?” Sam quizzed you.

“I was in bed, what do you mean?” you said, seeing Jake look at you happily.

“I came by twice and called you to see if you wanted to go out? You never answered,” he snipped back. 

“Oh uh, I must’ve been in a deep sleep,” you said lying through your teeth.

The day was busy, as it usually was before a show. You still found the time to sneak looks and touches at Jake when you could. The day went by quickly and on schedule. 

The show went without a hitch. You and Jake were completely in sync with one another. Everything was falling into place.

Y/N POV

It had been one month since you had entered your throuple of a relationship. You had been able to stay with them on tour. Your job had been able to secure you a position of working from home, or in this case the road. But at least this meant that you would be able to spend more time with your boyfriends. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off of one another. You were growing a bit nervous. There was a break coming up in the tour soon. This meant that you would be going back to your shared home with Jake. You were thrilled about the break and time off. You had missed your home.

Danny had his own home, only a few minutes away from yours. You had discussed the living situation a few times, but never dug too deep. Things would flow naturally you figured. It was still very early in the relationship. But still you didn’t want Danny to feel left out.

You wanted him there with you and Jake. You wanted him to be there for all of the moments. You had worried that you would miss alone time with Jake, but that didn’t last very long. You had all become attached at the hip. 

Being so attached to one another you hadn’t been with Danny alone, nor Jake with Danny alone. All of your dates had been shared, the mind blowing sex, even sleeping. Danny had rarely stayed in his own room. 

You had managed to keep the relationship to yourselves for over a month. It wasn’t intentional, there just hadn’t truly been the right time. You still hadn’t been hiding it however, no one had really caught on. Everyone was so busy all of the time, but it was nice to stay in your bubble. You all found it sexy to have this secret. 

You figured your bubble would soon be popped with the off time coming up. You would be spending time together more often and in a different setting. They would definitely catch on soon enough. 

After the final show of the tour you were headed home. Danny opted to go to his own home. He wanted to get settled in and had a few things to tend to. 

You and Jake got yourselves settled in quickly. It had been so long since you had been alone together. It was different, it felt normal since you were home. But you knew that both you and Jake were missing your other half. 

You ordered in and watched a short movie. Before long you had decided to take a bath together. You soaked together in silence. You were both so exhausted you climbed into bed and fell sound asleep. 

The next day you woke up close to lunch time, Jake was still asleep peacefully next to you. You had thought you heard something, but the house was quiet. You were almost back asleep when you heard it again, much more clear this time. Jake was having a dream, a sex dream at that. 

His brows were furrowed and his hips were rutting lightly into you. He groaned and softly whispered Danny’s name. A smile spread across your face. You knew after last night that he missed him. You had both been living comfortably with Danny as a big part of your live’s. 

You didn’t feel so bad about waking him from his dream. His whimpers and whispers had caused a wave of excitement to your center. You rolled him onto his back and straddled him. You grasped his hard cock and sank down onto him. 

His eyes shot open, he hissed through his teeth. Once he was fully awake he began pounding into you. You knew this was exactly what he needed. His hand collided with your ass hard. 

He brutally slammed into you, he was certainly not going to last long. The dream had already gotten him halfway there. “You miss Danny hm?” you spoke.

He didn’t respond with words. He flipped you over roughly, pushing your legs behind your head. The new angle caused you to cry out from the pleasure. You squeezed around his cock. “Fill me up baby, just like you do Danny,” you moaned.

Your words sent him over into a wild orgasm. His release coated your cunt. “Goodmorning love,” he said, pulling from you.

“Sounded like an interesting dream that I interrupted,” you said.

You had decided to have a lazy day. Since it was already past lunch time now, the day was halfway over. You showered and took your cozy places on the couch. You didn’t plan on seeing anyone for the day. 

Oddly enough neither of you had heard from Danny. Maybe he wanted some alone time or was even still sleeping. Later in the evening you realized that neither of you had eaten. Your stomach growled loudly. At that exact moment your doorbell rang. 

You hadn’t bothered even getting dressed today. You had on an oversized t-shirt that came to your knees and that was all. Jake was only wearing boxers. You had taken this lazy day to a new level. You cracked open the door, given your state of undress, and revealed Danny standing there with two boxes of pizza. 

It’s like he read your mind. You and Jake had been silently hoping that you would hear from him soon. “Gonna invite me in Y/n, or just leave me out in the cold?” he joked.

You opened the door wide enough for him to enter. “Who is it?” Jake asked. 

Danny placed the food in front of Jake on the couch. “Oh, hey Danny,” Jake said nervously.

Danny leaned down and kissed him softly. You brought in plates and drinks to the living room. You squeezed in between the boys on the couch. Danny leaned in to kiss you sweetly. You immediately blushed. You had missed him more than you thought and it had only been a day. 

You spent the evening cuddled up on the couch. No one really talked, you simply sat in comfort. You had truthfully forgotten about how little clothing that you were wearing. The blankets had kept you covered. You were reminded when Danny moved his hand further up your thigh. When he realized there was nothing there but your naked skin he looked down at you with a devilish grin. 

He never said a word, he just began rubbing slow circles around your clit. It took him only moments to have you squirming under his touch. He moved his fingers to your soaked entrance, you felt his breath catch in his throat, a small groan was let out. He plunged them into you. You could hear your own wet sounds over the movie playing right in front of you. 

You gripped his arm tightly in an attempt to ground yourself. You looked up to find his attention still on the movie. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You looked over to find Jake’s eyes on you. 

“Danny I think she missed you today,” Jake said playfully.

Now Danny’s attention was on you. “Is that true love? Couldn’t even go a day without me?” he toyed with you. 

“I might have missed you, just a little,” you confessed. 

“From the way your pussy feels, I would say it’s more than just a little,” Danny said.

Your cheeks turned bright red. He was right. Your cunt gave you away instantly. You took another glance over at Jake to see him palming himself over his boxers. Danny removed his fingers from you and dropped to his knees below the couch. He sat directly in front of your needy cunt. 

He didn’t waste any time though, he dove right into you. He made a mess of you in no time. He had clearly missed you just as much. He had you seeing stars and calling out for him in minutes. He firmly placed his palms on your thighs to hold you steady.

You gripped Jake’s cock and lazily. Danny made sure to put all of your focus on your pleasure. He swirled his tongue around your clit, forcing cries from you with every move.

After a little play time you all sat foggy minded on the couch. A few minutes of relaxing and Danny spoke, “Well I guess I should be going then.” 

Jake looked at you with worry as if to say ‘don’t let him go’. 

“You’re leaving already?” you said. 

“Yeah I guess so, it’s getting late,” he said, hardly looking at either of you.

“You could just stay, if you wanted I mean,” you said touching his arm. 

“Oh, uh, yeah sure. I just wasn’t sure that you guys wanted that,” Danny said, clearly nervous. 

“Danny, of course you can stay. We missed you last night and today. We were worried when we didn’t hear from you at all,” you said reassuringly. 

“I just didn’t want to intrude or seem overbearing,” he said, still not looking at either of you. 

“We’re in a relationship now. There isn’t anything for you to intrude on. We want you here with us,” you said cupping his cheek.

His demeanor changed immediately. His eyes lit up. “I want to be here with you guys too. Our first real sleepover!” 

After your talk you went to bed. Danny slept in the middle this time, you and Jake snuggled up on either side of him. It was the first time he had stayed at your home like this. You could tell how happy it made the three of you to be like this. 

The next day you woke up around lunch again. You peeped over to see Jake sleeping deeply and Danny just waking up with you. 

“Goodmorning beautiful,” Danny whispered, kissing you on the lips. 

“Want to go make some breakfast? I’m starving,” you replied. You both got up quietly and made your way to the kitchen. You slipped on yesterday's oversized shirt and a pair of panties. Danny had on a pair of Jake’s boxers. He insisted that he cook for you. So you sat at the bar and talked a little while he did so.

You weren’t ashamed to say that you had hardly heard a word that he spoke. He was standing there cooking for you and Jake, in basically no clothing. He looked so pretty like this. It was definitely something that you hoped you witnessed more often.

You considered waking Jake up, but you figured just to let him catch up on some sleep. This was also a good time as any to have some one on one time with Danny. After you ate you laid together on the couch.

He massaged your scalp, tugging at your hair the way he had learned you liked. His hands began to roam up and down your half naked body. Until they found their way to the hem of your shirt, he lifted it over your head. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into an open mouthed kiss. Your tongues fighting for dominance.

His heavy eyes found your bare chest. He scooped up your breasts, gently massaging them. He wrapped his lips around your right nipple, biting down softly. The sensation caused you to cry out for him.

You had no clue what came over him, but you liked it. He ripped your soaked panties from your body. The fabric shredding to pieces. This sparked something in you. You pulled his boxers off in one move. He kicked them to the side quickly.

“Danny, I need you to fuck me,” you moaned into his mouth.

He ran the head of his weeping cock through your folds a few times before burying himself deep inside of you. He was fucking you rougher than he ever had, which was certainly saying something. He had your hands pinned above your head, your legs up in the air, spread fully for him.

You were sure you would wake Jake up from the pornographic sounds that you were both letting out. Danny pulled out of you and when you protested his actions he delivered a sharp smack to your cunt and another to your ass.

You moaned and begged for more. “Oh my girl likes the pain huh?” he played.

This only spurred him on further. He plunged back into you. The sounds of your now sweaty skin smacking together echoed through the house. He brought his fingers to your mouth and instructed you to open. You obeyed his every request happily. Once he was satisfied he brought them to your clit, rubbing fast circles around it.

“Danny, I’m gonna cum, please,” you cried.

“Then be a good girl and let go for me. I’ve got you,” he said.

Your entire body convulsed around him. Your legs trembled and you moaned in pleasure, he didn’t slow down at all. As soon as he fucked you through it he flipped you over onto all fours. Your ass was in the air, your face was buried into the couch pillows.

He propped one leg up and grabbed your hips and pounded into you. Your eyes clamped shut, you were beyond overstimulated. You had never seen Danny like this. You were sure that you had red handprints covering your ass. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up to his chest. His other arm wrapping around your torso and snaking down to your clit. He rubbed fast circles again. “I’m so close Y/n, cum for me. I know you can,” he groaned into your ear.

You came hard together. His cock twitching and emptying inside of your cunt was the most euphoric feeling as you came around him. He didn’t pull out of you. He sat down onto the couch and guided you to straddle him.

You sat for a few moments in silence. Both of you with the after sex glow coating you. You and Danny’s mess leaking from you. You reached down and collected a few drops of your mess, bringing it to both of your lips. You both released a groan, “Danny we taste so sweet together.”

“Fuck Y/n, that was amazing,” he said brushing your hair back.

Before you could speak back you heard the front door burst open. Weird, you never saw Jake come through the living room. He certainly would have joined or at least watched if that was the case.

You heard a voice similar to Jake’s booming through the house. Only it wasn’t Jake.

To be continued…

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Fourteen

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The next morning, Angelica got released from the hospital yet again due to a stab wound once more. Even though she didn’t want to, she currently sits in a chair in the Sheriff's department, waiting her turn to speak. Once Deena exits, Nick brings her back as she sits in an interrogation room. Sheriff Goode sits opposite of her, starting the tape recorder before giving her a friendly smile. Angelica didn’t want to, but returned the friendly gesture. 

“Interview with Angelica Bishop. Sunday, October 2, 1994. Wanna tell me what happened?” 

“We were picking up Samantha Fraser’s prescription and the lights went out. It was pitch black. I couldn’t see anything. It was dark, so I hid behind a counter, and stayed there, hiding till it was over.” 

“You had a deep stab wound on your abdomen. How’d you get that?” 

“I fell on some glass and the shard penetrated my side.” 

“I’ll tell you what the facts told me. The junkies—” 

“Kate and Simon? They weren’t junkies.”

“They’re to blame for everything. That feels too easy to me. But that’s the story this department will go with unless you can help me to see it differently..” 

“Another Shadyside tragedy. An underprivileged overachiever with bright prospects. A guy who’s been supporting his family alone since he was fifthteen.” 

He looks away as Angelica is unable to read his expression.

“Both succumbed to the quick cash of drugs. Fits the narrative, right? Nice and neat." She finished, tears forming in her eyes.

He leans forward as Angelica stays in her spot, not moving a single inch. She kept a straight face as the Sheriff cleared his throat.

“Angelica, there’s something that needs to be said.” 

Something inside her sparked of mixed emotions, looking into his eyes. “What?”

“Do you really want your friends to go down with this?” 

“No. But they’re dead. And, there’s nothing else I have to say about it.” 

Angelica looks away, annoyed. She sits there in silence, wiping the stray tear that unconsciously rolled down her cheek. She steps out of the interrogation room with the sheriff, approaching Deena, Sam and Josh. She and Shadyside Mall janitor — Martin — make eye contact with each other before he turns to Josh. She watches as Josh throws down a paperclip as the other male puts his foot over it.

"You guys ready?"

They nod. The group of teens exit the office, almost entering the outside world when Samantha's mother stops the group. Mostly her daughter and Deena. Angelica though, she saunters out of the building before walking to her house.

— 

That night, once she arrives home, Angelica greets her parents with a hug as they stay there for a while before pulling away. She sits on the couch and turns the television on. Your mom announced she’s heading to the store. The brunette's hair was pinned back in a half up, half down look as she says goodbye, pecking her wife on the lips before leaving. 

The news plays on the small television in the living room, stating last night's events. A reporter begins speaking. “More death in Shadyside. A drug-fueled night of violence leaves a trail of bodies.” 

Another reporter recounts the events. “There are three dead at East Union Medical…”

Looking back at her mom, who stands at the telephone — without hesitation, Angelica asks if they can order pizza or something since she was feeling a little stressed and oversuspicious. After ordering the pizza, the night continues on as Angelica’s mother rises before walking toward the phone once again, picking the phone off the receiver and re-dials a number. 

Angelica looks over at her mom, brows furrowed as she listens in.

“You’re still alive.” She says. “You called me. Wanted to know how I survived the Camp Nightwing Massacre." 

After a few seconds, the woman speaks again. “Did you touch the bones? Did you see her face?” 

“It’s over.” the other caller faintly says. 

“Over?” 

“Yeah, but, uh… thanks for your prompt reply.”

The voice sounded familiar but Angelica couldn't quite put her finger on it.

“It’s not over. It’s never over."

She stepped closer to her mother, continuing to listen as the two make eye contact with each other. Fear and worry washed over her mother's face almost instantly, wondering if it had to do with last night's events.

“We ended it. We stopped the killers.” 

“But you haven't stopped her. You can’t. She makes the rules.” 

“Who?” The other voice rang.

She paused.

“The witch. She’ll do whatever it takes. You’re not safe. She’ll find a way. She’ll come for you.” 

The call abruptly hangs up on the other end as the woman furrows her brows. She hangs the phone up. 

“Were you returning the call from earlier?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“No reason, just wondering. The voice kinda sounded like someone I know.”

Of course the teenager knew who it was. Angelica and her friends called her mother asking for help when dead killers were after the small group of teenagers. But she didn't say anything. Nodding, Angelica’s mom hangs up the phone before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an unopened bottle of red wine before entering the living room. She gets settled on the couch before pouring herself a glass, setting the bottle down before taking a sip from the cup. Angelica joined her, grabbing the remote in the process.

Together, they sit on the couch as Angelica flickers through the channels, trying to find something to watch. Soon, a knock startles them before answering. Pizza has arrived. After dinner, the mother and daughter duo get things put away until a frantic knock startles them both, causing them to look at each other confused. 

Angelica thought that this was the end of the witch curse, but here she is worried if the killers are back to haunt her.

[jealousjersey]

₊⊹ ꕤ˚large and in charge ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

pairing ★ sub!josh futturman x dom!reader blurb

synopsis ★ yours and josh’s relationship has gotten bland, and when you suggests pegging, it takes a big turn.

warning ★ pegging, cumming, no gender specific reader, mentions of rough patches in relationship, begging, moaning, thrusting, penetration with toy, toy use

dating josh futturman wasn’t the worst thing in the world…you loved him. and he loved you, but your sex life wasn’t ideal, you were ultimately tired of how vanilla things have gotten. so whose gonna blame you if you suggest something…uncomfortable ;)

“baby, i was thinking we could…try something different. you’ll think it’s weird but i’ve looked it up and it’s not! many people do it! and i was thinking that we could…try it and see if it works for us…” you say nervously to your boyfriend, placing kisses on his shoulders, specifically focusing on his freckles

“well what is it” he replies hesitantly, knowing you could say anything

“uhh, have you heard of…pegging? like me fucking you?” you say, almost stuttering.

“uh…yeah i’ve heard of it…is that something you’d want to do?” he asks, completely open to the idea of it. something about you being in charge this time really does it for him. he’s always thought about it this way…him being a sub for you, it’s mainly the theme in his mind when he masturbates.

“yeah..yeah i do. are you up for it?” you ask. he nods his head eagerly, showing you how much he wants this. you never expected him to be so…open to this. it almost made you want to take him right there…but the equipment is needed first.

“okay, do you wanna look for one with me? we can order a strap on from amazon.” you say, motioning him to lay down with you. you hold him close to you as you open amazon on your laptop.

“does this one look good?” you say pointing at the screen, showing a pink translucent dildo with sparkles implanted into the silicone. it’s no huge dildo by any means, maybe a 6 inch. you wanted him to be comfortable his first time, and not just shoving a 12 inch in him.

be nods his head, his arms sill wrapped around you and head buried in your chest. “yes, that one is good” he whispered, looking almost embarrassed by the action of looking for one.

“i’ll order it baby” you place a kiss on his red cheek, flushed with embarrassment. your kiss, this simple soft gesture melts his nerves away.

friday

the day comes, you get a notification that a package is on the front porch. a decently sized white parcel with a sticker showing your address, the sender shows the person you ordered it from. it’s finally here.

you rush inside and go to your bedroom, opening the package, accidentally waking him up. it doesn’t matter how much sleep he gets, he can always manage to get more.

“it’s here? already?” he says, wiping his eyes away from the sleep and yawning. but as he sees it in your hands, the translucent pink dildo, his face turns a deep shade of red.

“mhm…you ready?” you ask, excitedly. you tried to act nonchalant about it but god it was hard when you’ve wanted to do this for so long.

“yeah…i’m ready.” he says, sitting up in bed, his hair messy and his eyes partly closed with sleep apparent in them.

directly on the beat, you get lube from the front drawer and slide it around the dildo, josh can’t help but get hard at the sight of this. he almost wishes you were doing that to him.

“take your pants off and get in doggy style” you say to him, trying to sound as seductive as possible but he can’t help but laugh.

“god don’t say it like that” he chuckles, but he does. his ass looks so good like this. you spread some lube on your fingers and insert them into his hole, something about the way it clenches around your fingers makes you shiver with excitement.

“that feel good?” you ask, pumping another finger inside him, watching his dick gradually get harder as it touches his stomach, still in the same position.

“mm…cold” he whimpers. “getting hard…put the toy in please” he begs, he looks so cute like this. scared and cold just waiting for your next move.

“gonna put it on slowly okay?” you say, reassuring him. all he can do is mumble as you insert the slick toy into his hole, feeling the way he flutters around it. he lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

“more….” he whimpers, and you obey. you push in more, almost filling him up completely, the sensation of being in control makes you so excited for this.

you push in deeper, hearing him grunt, moan, whimper. it all makes you wetter.

“m’gonna cum…please say i can cum please” he whimpers, dick hard against his stomach with precum leaking down his chest.

“just a little more, you’re doing so good josh” you encourage him. “such a good boy, taking my strap so well.” you coo.

your hips rut into his ass, the strap on hitting his walls as they clench around it.

“so tight…so good for me” you say, knees wobbling from the position you stand in.

“good boy, you can cum now josh” you say, pushing further into his hole, and with a loud moan. he cums, and god….youve never seen so much in your life.

his cum squirts out of him, leaking all over the bed, then pooling on the floor as it spills. god, he makes such a mess.

“such a good boy” you say as you pull out, a wet pop filling the room as his hole returns to its normal size.

“sorry…i made a mess…” he says, turning completely into a bottom.

you press a kiss against his lips and get a towel, wiping his chest as he lays on his back, his dick softening.

“don’t worry baby…did you have fun?” you ask. he nods eagerly.

your sex life just got a hell of a lot interesting.

[rachiekiszka]

I’m a Professional

Your newest massage client Josh tests your professional boundaries.

Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving)

You've been a massage therapist for about 5 years now. 6 months ago you moved to Nashville for a fresh start, and opened your own business. It was a historic looking little brick storefront tucked away from the business of downtown. So far you had a few regulars, but no major celebrities, although your friends grilled you every day just to be sure. It was as if they expected Taylor Swift to come waltzing through the door and offer you VIP tickets to her next tour after a life changing massage. You couldn't care less who your clients were. You just wanted to be professional with all of them, especially with the intimacy of your line of work. 

You sat in the back with a cup of tea waiting for your last client of the day. Josh K. No last name, just K. He was running late, but you didn’t mind. You were in no rush to head home alone anyways. 

You decided to get the room set up while you waited, lighting the pillar candles lining the room. It provided just enough light for you and the client to see one another, but they usually ended up falling asleep anyway. You didn’t mind, it just meant you were doing a good job. 

You heard the bell jingle at the front door and assumed Josh must have arrived. You walked out to the front of the store and were met by a short man, no taller than 5’7 if you had to guess. He was young, probably in his mid-twenties. His hair was wild and curly, he had kind eyes, and he was nothing like you expected. 

“Sorry I'm late.” He flashed you a sheepish smile, the slightest blush rising to his cheeks. You felt yourself smiling back, you weren’t sure what the feeling was bubbling up in your chest but you had to push it away, be professional. 

“It's okay, I’m all ready for you, follow me.” You were calm, collected.

You lead Josh back into the massage room, handing him a towel.

“So you can take off your clothes and lay down on the table, put the towel around your waist,  just call me back when you're ready. I’m Y/N by the way.” 

The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“So Y/N you staying for the show or?” Josh gestured to himself, giving you a little smirk.

“Oh gosh yeah sorry” you stuttered out before turning on your heels and closing the door behind you.

What the hell was that? You've had attractive clients in the past, but you’ve never let it get under your skin. Now the thought of going back in there and putting your hands all over his body was daunting. You’d already embarrassed yourself when he was fully clothed. 

“Um, Y/N? Ready whenever you are.” Josh’s voice broke through your thoughts from the other room. 

Great. Time to go see what he looks like shirtless. At least you wouldn't have to look at his face the whole time. 

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m a professional

You pushed the door open, glancing at Josh on the table. His back muscles were defined and he had a slight tan. You averted your gaze, not wanting to stare, only to see his boxers sitting on top of his clothes folded up on the chair in the corner of the room.

“Oh.” Shit. You didn't mean to say that aloud.

“Is there a problem?” Josh peeked his head over his shoulder at you.

“No no everything’s fine, it's just, people usually leave their underwear on under the towel” You gave him a shy smile, trying not to turn red at the thought of him being completely naked under the towel.

“Oh I’m sorry, when you said to take my clothes off I just assumed- nevermind I can put it back on I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t bother, it’s okay, really. First time getting a massage?”

“Am I that obvious?” He laughed lightheartedly. Even his laugh was cute.

You took a deep breath, warming up some oil between your palms, getting ready to start the massage.

“Sorry if my hands are a little cold.” 

You began working on his neck and shoulders. He was tight, maybe one of the worst clients you've ever seen. 

“Just let me know if I’m hurting you, you've got some pretty big knots I want to loosen up.”

“Yeah that’s thanks to life on the road.”

“Are you not from Nashville?”

“No not technically, I suppose it is home now although I'm not here very often. I'm actually from Michigan.”

“I'm not from here either, I moved from Florida, I used to work in a parlor there, but now I own this one.” You don't usually make small talk with your clients but it was helpful to keep your mind from wandering to less work appropriate things. “What do you do?”

“I’m a singer.”

“Ah, came to Music City to chase your dream?”

“My brother’s dream really, he's a guitarist. We play in a band together.”

“Oh really, anything I know?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe.” 

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was being modest. His band might be a little more successful than he wanted to let on. It dawned on you that that’s probably why he didn't give you his last name, he was probably hoping for some anonymity. You’d have to let your friends know about this later, maybe they might have some idea who he was.  

You continued on in silence, working your way down Josh’s back. Every once and a while he let out a little moan or sigh, and you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining him making those noises in bed with you. 

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m a professional

You repeated the mantra in your head. 

After a little while you noticed Josh shifting his hips slightly, wiggling around.

“If you need to move around a little or change positions that's okay, just let me know.”

“Um, actually could you just give me a minute maybe?” He looked a little sheepish.

Oh. OH. 

You opened and closed your mouth, toying with a piece of hair. 

“Don’t worry, it happens. It’s a lot of intense sensations” You handed Josh a robe so he could sit up, turning your back to him while he put it on. You bit your lip thinking about what you would see if you turned around. Josh completely naked, with a throbbing erection.

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m a professional

“This must happen to you all the time.”

You turned to face him, now sitting upright on the table, the towel and his hands trying to conceal the very apparent bulge beneath the robe.

“Well, yeah like I said it happens sometimes it’s nothing to be embarrassed about”

“Well sure, but not every masseuse is as drop dead gorgeous as you are. I'd be willing to bet it happens more often with you.”

You stared at him speechless

“Um well I’ll just, I’ll just give you a minute to um.. I’ll give you a minute.” You reached for the door. You needed to get out of there before you let the hunger building inside you take control. If you didn’t leave right now you suspected you might become a little unprofessional. 

“Or you could stay…”

Your hand froze on the doorknob, your heartrate picking up. You heard Josh jump down from the table, walking up behind you. His body heat radiated, making you even more flustered. 

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m- Fuck it.

You dropped your hand from the doorknob, turning to face him, daring to meet his eyes.

“Stay?”

“I'd like to see what else you can do with those hands sweetheart.”

You reached out in front of you, slowly undoing the tie on his robe, leaving him fully exposed in front of you. The tops of his cheeks turned pink as he watched you take in his body in full. He was hard as a rock, and probably the biggest you’ve seen. You rubbed your thighs together at the sight, unable to keep still with the hormones rushing through your veins. 

“Go sit on the table again.”

Josh raised his eyebrows at you, but did as he was told.

You stood in front of him, dropping to your knees. If you were going to be unprofessional you were at least going to make sure he left feeling fully serviced. You placed your hands on his thighs, gently running your thumbs in small circles. You took him into your mouth slowly, taking your time running your tongue around his sensitive tip. Josh let out a soft moan, much like the ones you had heard earlier. You couldn’t help but feel validated knowing that your dirty wandering thoughts from earlier had been correct. You bobbed your head up and down feeling Josh twitch in your mouth as you snaked one had back between his legs, fondling his balls. Josh’s hands wandered as you continued to work on his length, slipping under your top and feeling your hard nipples through the thin lace of your bralette. You moaned around him as he pinched your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the vibrations causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. You shifted your weight, rubbing your thighs together desperate for contact. Josh took notice,

“Mama, switch with me”

The two of you stood, face to face. Josh bent down, lifting you up and placing you on the table. You couldn’t help but giggle at yourself now atop your own massage table, but you had passed the point of being a professional a long time ago. 

Josh undid your pants, pulling them swiftly off your legs. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, flashing you an eyebrows-raised look asking silent permission to remove them. You nodded enthusiastically, and Josh tossed your underwear aside, pulling your legs apart and exposing you fully to him. He could see the wetness glistening at your core, and he groaned as he ran a finger through your folds.

“Please, Josh” 

You were breathless and desperate, a complete mess for the stranger, your client, standing before you. He gently slid one finger inside you, and then another. Pumping in and out of you at a tantalizingly slow pace. His thumb brushed against your clit, not giving you the pressure you needed. You were past the point of dancing around what you needed, and what you needed was more, to be filled completely by his cock.

“Josh, I need you to bend me over this table and fuck me, hard.”

You saw the glint in his eyes as you jumped down and leaned against the table, bending over and spreading your legs. 

“Oh god Y/N, I wanted to do this the second I saw you” 

Josh wasted no time in lining himself up at your entrance and pushing himself in, bottoming out against your cervix in the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. He snapped his hips against you, falling into a rhythm. You reached your hand between your legs circling your clit as Josh continued fucking you. He soon replaced your hand with his own. He leaned over, speaking directly into your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he spoke,

“I wanna be the one to make you cum mama. I wanna feel that tight pussy clench around me. I wanna hear the pretty little noises you make when you come undone.” He practically growled into your ear, making your legs grow weak beneath you.

He continued his assault on your clit as his tip caught your g-spot with each thrust. You could feel the orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach, a fire lit deep within you, burning through your veins. Josh was close too, you could tell as his rhythm started to fall apart. 

“Josh I-Oh fuck” you came hard. You felt yourself clenching around him as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

“God that was hot mama, hearing you say my name, I’m gonna cum”

Josh pulled out of you, his warm streams falling on your lower back. The room fell silent for a moment as you both took in what had happened.

You broke the silence first, “Um, there’s some towels in that cabinet over there” you said, nodding to your left. Josh retrieved a towel for you and himself, helping to wipe you clean. 

“So, do you do this with all your clients?” Josh asked, an air of sarcasm in his voice.

“Nope, this would be a first for me. I promise under usual circumstances I’m a professional.”

“Usual circumstances?”

“Well it's not every day I have a hot naked rockstar on my table.”

“Okay, fair enough”

“So, now that you've had me bent over my massage table do I get to know the name of your band?”

“My last name is Kiszka, you can google me” he said with a wink, as he dressed himself. 

Josh Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet became a regular client, the only one to receive special services. 

[tobesoalive]

r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.  

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.

[dubersbutt]

4 Times Leon Joined You and Connor

+ 1 Time He Stayed

Summary: How you, Leon and Connor became a thing

Warnings: smut (oral (female receiving, male receiving, penetrative sex), mlm sex (blowjobs)), sexuality crises (sexuality procrastination)

1) The “Accidents”

Leon gets your text message a second too late. The notification with your name and “DON'T OPEN MY SNAP” hanging above the picture of your scantily clad torso, matching royal purple set, the deep colour complimenting your tan skin. Leon is torn between wanting to be respectful and wanting to keep the picture open until he can get himself off. But, he’s a good dude so he does not do the latter. Instead, he closes the snap and texts you back

Leon: Whoops. I didn’t get your message until after I opened it

You: Ugh. I’m sorry, your name is right under Connor’s and my finger slipped.

Leon: Aren’t you supposed to be at school.

You: Stats are boring. I was trying to bother my boyfriend.

Leon: Pay attention in class, (Y/N).

You: 🙄

You: You can keep the picture btw. I know I look good

You: No face, no case

Leon doesn’t keep it but, his finger hovers over the replay button for far too long.

~~~

Leon’s furnace craps out on him halfway into the season, and Alberta winters without heaters isn’t very enjoyable so he temporarily moves in with Connor, the day of the charity gala. Leon has a good time for the most part. Except -

He can’t get that fucking picture out of his head. And your dress hugs you in all the right places and he really hopes that neither you or Connor notice that how often he looks over at you. Connor has to rub elbows with the rich donor more than Leon does, so he keeps you company in between rounds. The two of you keep yourselves entertained by comping up with potential conversations for the other people in the room.

“Leon wait,” you say, clutching his arm and Leon feels his heart skip a beat, “That girl is his daughter, not his sugar baby.”

“No,” Leon was convinced, they were sitting way too close if that were true, “How do you know?”

You point to an older lady that’s approaching the table. She leans down to give the man a quick kiss and Leon’s about to propose a potential mistress until he realizes the girl looks like a younger version of the older woman.

“Shit,” he says and you look at him with wide eyes, “We’re going to hell.”

“We totally deserve it too.”

An hour later, Leon is excusing himself from a conversation with Klefbom and an older lady. She hardly notices, her attention has been focused on Oscar the whole time. Oscar tries to get him to stay but Leon thinks her not-so-subtle flirtation is hilarious.

He laughs when he gets the “I’m gonna fucking kill you” text from Oscar on the way to the bathroom.

Leon: I don’t like being the third wheel

Leon: Make sure she’s not married, klef. You’d be a terrible mistress

Oscar: I would be the best mistress in the history of mistresses.

When Leon opens the door to the bathroom he’s met with the sound of moans. He supposes he should have shut the door right then and there but he opens it all the way without realizing. He’s met with the sight of Connor fucking you on the sink. Your nails are digging into his back as Connor fucks you. He’s frozen for a moment, can’t remember how to move his limbs until you meet his eyes. He’s fairly certain you smile at him but he’s also convinced he imagined it. He replays your moans and tiny whimpers in his head.

He’s not even surprised when he wakes up the next morning and the girl next to him looks a little like you when he squints.

~~~

A week later he’s coming home from a run, the weather had warmed up enough for a short 15 minute jog before he had to pack for the California road trip. He lets himself in through Connor’s garage door, taking off his snowy boots in the mudroom. He takes his earbuds out, pocketing them when he hears -

“I - fuck, don’t tease me.”

Not again.

Now, Leon is kind of annoyed. He texted Connor that he was on his way home, had given him ample time to move to his bedroom. And Leon has to pass the living room to get to the guest room.

“You’re such a brat,” he hears Connor say and the next thing that comes out of his mouth is a loud groan.

Leon has to start packing, they need to be at the airport in an hour. He tries to make his appearance quick and minimal but he meets Connor’s eyes. He mouths, sorry as he picks up the pace, but Connor doesn’t seem to mind. His face is flushed, and his chest is rising and falling quickly. Connor winks at him. Winks.

When he finally makes it to his room he slumps against the walk, leaving the door open a crack so he can hear Connor’s moans. He can’t help it anymore, he pulls the waistband of his pants down, gripping his dick. He has to bite down on his hand to keep his moans at bay. He cums in unison with Connor, using his moans to guide him to finish.

He stands there for a moment, hands sticky with cum listening to Connor praise you through the crack in the door.

~~~

Leon doesn’t make a habit of picking up men during the season. You can never know who's secretly a hockey fan wanting to sell Leon’s bisexuality to the tabloids. Hell, only like 4 people on the team knew. But Anaheim doesn’t have a huge hockey presence so he takes a chance. He gets out of team movie night under the guise of an upset stomach.

Instead, he Ubers to the nearest gay bar. The place is pretty packed when he gets there. He orders a drink and notices a floppy haired blond guy across from him. He’s a little too scrawny to pass as Connor, but Leon’s not asking for perfection. He asks the bartender to send over another of whatever he’s having before he makes his way over to him. Not-Connor’s name is Josh, and they hit off right away.

Soon, Leon’s pushing not-Connor up against the bathroom wall, grinding against him. Not-Connor gets down on his knees and sucks Leon off. It doesn’t take long until Leon’s shooting down his throat with a hand in his thick hair. He starts to get down so he can reciprocate, his jaw is gonna kill him tomorrow but he’s not an asshole, when not-Connor stops him.

“If you want, we can go to mine and you can fuck me,” he says, biting his lip.

Leon’s already forgotten his name, but he says yes anyway.

Not Connor is really fucking flexible, letting Leon hook his legs over his shoulders when he fucks him in missionary. They stop for a quick snack in the kitchen before Leon bends him over the counter and fucks him until tears form in the corner of his eyes.

Leon’s half an hour late for curfew, but no one says anything to him.

2) The Vacation

Don’t get him wrong, Leon is always honoured to be invited to All-Star weekend. However, if he had the choice of being interviewed for two days straight or sitting on a beach in california for a week, he probably wouldn’t put too much though into his decision.

But, he still had 4 days of vacation in Palm Springs with the team before he and Connor had to leave early. Connor had asked him if he wanted to split the cost of the penthouse suite, and because Leon’s room was on the other side of suite as yours and Connor’s room, he said yes.

They left for California as soon as their last game ended, leaving them too tired to party the first night, choosing to order room service instead. Leon gets a plate of honey garlic chicken wings, 12 of them to himself, spaghetti, and a slice of cheesecake because, fuck it, he’s on vacation.

When it arrives, he snatches the plate of wings before Connor could take one, he had a bad habit of saying he didn’t want stuff and then asking for a few bites. Normally, Leon doesn’t care but he’s been craving wings for weeks. Why did he choose the career with the strict diet regimen?

“You’re really not gonna share?” Connor asks, eyebrow raised.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the ‘p’ and sinking his teeth into his second one.

“You have 12!”

“No one was stopping you from ordering your own.”

Leon feels your eyes on him. He assumes it's because he’s foregone any and all manners. The sticky sauce on the wings coat his fingers, he can feel it in his beard but he does not care because they’re so good. He doesn’t care that he’s gone full barbarian-

“Leon do you want to have a threesome with us?” you ask and Leon chokes on a piece of chicken.

“What?” He nearly drops his wing, “Right now?”

Connor’s groans and runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, “This is not how we said we would ask him.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t explain it,” you giggle and gesture at how he’s hunched over his wings, “but this is doing it for me?”

“Really?” Leon asks incredulously and Connor looks at you in disbelief.

“I wish I could say it didn’t.”

Leon squints at you and Connor, “You’re serious about this?”

“Yeah,” You both respond.

“We’ve been discussing adding a third,” Connor asks, “We were going to ask when you weren’t beasting a plate of wings - I admire your ability to eat during a conversation, by the way - but someone can’t keep it in their pants.”

You shrug, taking a bite from your burger.

Leon contemplates it, eating his 8th wing in the meantime.

“Sure,” he says, starting his 9th, “But not tonight. I don’t feel sexy after I eat spaghetti.”

You laugh, “Leon, if you had to choose between only sex or only food which would it be?”

“Food,” he says with no hesitation, or regrets.

~~~

The next day Leon spends baking in the sun. Everybody had decided to spend the day in the attached private pool in the suit. He chirps Connor when his skin starts to burn about an hour into the day and pokes at his red shoulder when he joins Connor under the umbrella.

By the end of the day Leon is pleasantly tipsy, saying goodbye to the team as he lounges on the couch. When the door shuts, you settle yourself in his lap. Your skin is warm from the heat.

Your sheer white swimsuit coverup has been driving Leon insane for the past two hours the team has been in the suite. Although, seeing you in your bikini, watching the water glint off your tan skin as Connor splashed you with the water, was far worse.

“Hi,” you hum, leaning in, “You still down for this?”

“Of course.”

You kiss him, letting out a groan as you do so. Leon rests his hands on your thighs, and when you don’t rebuke him he slides them up, dragging your cover up with him. His fingers toy with the band of your suit bottoms. He pulls away from your mouth, instead kissing along your jaw, scraping his beard against your skin gently. Normally, he wouldn’t be so bold, but, when you first started dating Connor, he told Leon that he started to grow his beard out because you enjoyed the scratch on your skin. He pays attention to the places that draw tiny gasps or moans from you, noting them for later.

“I should have known that the two most impatient people in my life wouldn’t wait for me,” Connor says, holding your jaw to kiss you. Leon doesn’t miss the way your body goes limp against him when Connor’s fingers tighten ever so slightly.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a sub,” Leon hums, pulling your cover up all the way over your head. “She’s not,” Connor interjects, helping Leon with his task, “She’s a brat, but she’s pretty.”

“You’re mean,” you respond, “Should we move to the bedroom?”

Connor pulls you up, off his lap. Leon thinks that he’s just going to lead you, but Connor picks you up. You pull him closer with your legs, grunting as Connor settles you and starts walking to the master bedroom. Leon has to stop himself running after you.

Leon takes two minutes to get there, stopping for a quick glass of water. Two minutes is all it takes for Connor to fuck you from behing. Leon takes a minute, scanning his eyes over the two of you. Connor looks over and winks at him and Leon gets that same pang in his heart again. He stops, and you let out a whine in protest, pushing your hips back against him.

“Take her mouth,” Connor says, nodding towards the empty spot on the bed.

“For the record, I’m not thrilled that you’re bossing me around,” he says but obliges, pulling his swim shorts off on the way there.

He gives himself a few pumps before you reach over and take over, “You can put your hand in my hair,” you say, before you wrap your lips around the tip.

Connor’s hand slides along your spine, lightly dragging his nails as you start to bob your head, taking Leon deeper each time.

“Should we link arms in true Eiffel Towel fashion?”

~~~

Leon thought it was going to be a one-time thing, but the next morning he wakes up with your throat on his dick, and he can hear the shower running. By the time Connor’s back in the room, you’re cuming on Leon’s cock as he spills into the condom.

“You asshats,” Connor says, water dripping down abs, “I leave for five minutes.”

“You take the longest showers known to man, Con,” you tease, accepting his kiss.

That day the team planned on going to go sightseeing, but Leon makes the excuse of finding a girl at the hotel bar last night. Connor says that the two of you are going to take advantage of the empty penthouse. And you do. The next day, during the team hike, the three of you lag behind the rest, too exhausted to keep up.

~~~

Leon thinks that when they land in San Jose for the All Star game, that it’s the end, and he’s almost sad about it. But at the end, Connor and him get the same snap. You lifting up your McDavid jersey to reveal a lacey, navy blue bodysuit. The V dips tantalizingly low, Leon wants to lick the exposed skin and feel your body squirm against his as he teases you. He and Connor change faster than Leon thought was possible, and soon he’s upstairs in yours and Connors room. Connor fucks you first, not giving you quite enough to cum as he finishes, filling you. As Leon’s rolling on the condom, Connor’s whispering in his ear - don’t let her cum.

So Leon fucks you  slowly. Holding both of your hands in one of his palms, he takes his time. His thrusts are rhythmic, as he grinds into you, watching your face contort. He rubs your clit, feeling the way you clench around him. He pushes you to the edge and waits  before pulling out entirely. He rests his dick on your stomach, pulling off the condom as he cums on your stomach.

3) The Dinner

Connor gets sick from the WEM signing in February. (Whoever decided to have the Oiler’s star player do a fan signing with a thousand people in the middle of flu season needs to be fired but that’s besides the point.) Because of this, he can’t go to the Nuge’s team bonding dinner but he insists that you still come, the other girls would miss you.

So you go, and you press up against Leon every once in a while during drinks. At dinner, you sit next to him, keeping a hand on his thigh at all times. Your hand moves onto his inseam as you spoon risotto into your mouth. While Nuge and Bre are handing out deserts, you lead him down a hallway.

“Hold on...aha!” you push open a door, leading to a guest room. The bed is made, and there’s a picture of Nuge’s dog on the bedside table. You turn the picture down, “I don’t want Sophie to see what we’re about to do.”

“(Y/N), What about Connor?” he asks. Leon has spent the night with you and Connor multiple times since coming home, and he’s fucked you many times but Connor’s always been there.

“Connor doesn’t care,” you say, pushing him down on the bed, “He said it was fine. We can FaceTime him if you want.”

Leon doesn’t think you’re lying, but he does enjoy watching Connor bite his lip as he watches Leon fuck you from behind. He’s got a terrible angle, can’t really see much but just the sounds of you and Leon make him groan into the phone. You end the cal with a quick “I love you.”

“You coming over tonight?” you ask when you and Leon finished getting dressed.

“Obviously.”

Everyone’s tipsy enough that they hadn’t noticed the two of you were gone.

When Leon comes over that night it’s the first time he gets his hands in Connor. He’s just finished fucking you - he’d quickly become the one to call the shots when he was around - and Connor was watching him pound into uou with wide eyes, fists clenched at his side like he was told.

Leon had spent a number of nights with you and Connor by now, but he figured Connor wasn’t into men so he didn’t push it. But this time it was different, he didn’t know why, but it was.

Leon knee-walks over to him, planting his legs on either side of Connor’s thighs. He doesn’t kiss him, doesn’t know if that’s too much, but he slides his hand up the length of them.

Giving a handy for the first time is always a little bit awkward, Leon actually has to pay attention to what they do and do not like, but with Connor it’s easier. It’s still a little awkward, he accidentally squeezes Connor’s base a little too hard and he crumpled against him, but it’s significantly better.

(Later that week you’d have a conversation with Connor.

“You know I don’t mind if you wanna do stuff with Leo when you’re gone right?”

“What?”

“If you want to. You don’t have to but you seemed like you really enjoyed Leo’s hands the other day. Not that I blame you for that.”)

4) The Roadie

Leon isn’t expecting anyone to knock on his hotel door. He’s surprised when it’s Connor there. He’s antsy, cracking his knuckles.

“Hey,” he says, furrowing his brows at Connor’s uneasy demeanour, “everything okay?”

“Everything’s great,” Connor replies, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Do you wanna come in?”

“Wh-oh yeah sure,” he stutters like he didn’t realize that he was still outside.

Leon lets him in, and Connor walks to the chair on the other side of the room, but doesn’t sit. Leon eyes him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“So I talked to (Y/N),”  Connor starts.

“And…” Leon prompts.

“She said that if we wanted to mess around together on roadies then that’s fine with her,” he takes a deep breath “andivebeenthinkingaboutitandiwannatrymaybebutivenever-”

“Woah woah woah,” Leon stops him, “You’re going to have to repeat that way slower.”

“I was thinking that, if you’re down, then maybe I would be willing to try it?” he trails off at the end.

“Connor?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

“Maybe,” Connor takes another deep breath, “I mean I’ve never done anything with a dude before, but I kinda liked it the other day. But like, only if you want to.”

“We can fool around on roadies,” picking up is so much work, Leon would love to have a steady side piece - even though he doesn't have a main piece, “Since when were you into dudes.”

Connor rubs a hand over his face, “Don’t start with me. I’ve been having an ongoing sexuality crisis for a while. I love women, (Y/N) especially, but we’re tabling this conversation for, like a year.”

“Just one thing,” he says, finally sitting down on the bed next to him, “I don’t want you to….fuck me just yet.”

Leon wants to laugh, Connor’s so straight that it hurts, “Gay sex isn’t like straight sex, there’s a process. And, I don’t want to brag, but if I were to fuck you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week and you’re kind of important to the team.”

“So...you’re a bottom,” Leon teases, poking him in the shoulder.

“I think so? Obviously I won’t really know until I try it but I see the appeal….what are you?”

Leon does laugh at that, “ I usually top but I don’t mind taking it every once in a while.”

Connor nods, which Leon finds adorable. The last time Leon dealt with any kind of virginity was when he was losing his own (both times), and he’s kind of excited.

Connor leans in, kissing Leon softly. Leon pushes against them, hand coming up to card through Connor’s hair. A few moments later, he pulls away.

“What’s the verdict?” Leon asks.

“Your beard feels weird.”

“Good weird or bad weird,” Leon didn’t have a 5 step beard oil routine for it to feel bad.

“Good weird.”

Leon hums in approval. Connor leans back in, and this time Leon pushes him down on the bed and Connor lets him. He lets Leon trail kisses down his neck, chest heaving off the bed once Leon gets that spot at his jawbone that drives him crazy.

“You good?” Leon asks as he lowers himself between Connor’s spread legs. Connor nods, “If you’re uncomfortable, tell me and we stop.”

He takes Connor’s dick out of his shorts, only mildly surprised when he realizes Connor’s not wearing any underwear. He licks his lips as he starts to jack him off. Connor lets out a breathy moan as Leon drops his hound to the base of his cock a with a gentle squeeze. Leon leans forward, sucking on the head gently as he watches Connor’s face turn red. Leon bobs his head down, taking more down his throat each time. Leon digs his fingers into Connor’s hips to keep them down.

“Easy, baby,” Leon murmurs, not realizing the nickname was on the tip of his tongue until it had slipped out, “It’s been a while, you’re gonna have to give me a second before you fuck my throat.”

“ ‘M sorry,” Connor says, panting.

“It’s okay, Con,” Leon responds, reaching for Connor’s  hand and placing it in his hair.

“Fuuck, Leo,” Connor grunts when Leon starts to suck on his head.

Leon finds a good rhythm, bobbing his head low and hollowing his lips as he comes up. Connor is groaning, Leon should probably tell him to keep his voice down given that they’re surrounded by the team but he doesn’t care.

Leon drops his dick, until the very tip of his cock, and sucks. Connor grunts, thrusting up into Leon’s hands before Leon starts to slide his hand up and down quickly, bringing Connor to the edge.

“Close,” he pants, “I-close, Leo, plea-”

Leon sinks his head down one more time before Connor hits the back of his throat. He sputters a little as Connor keeps spilling into his mouth. He feels a little bit dribble out, and when he finally pulls off, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“How was that?” Leon asks, tucking Connor’s soft dick under the waistband of his shorts.

Connor has a hand thrown over his face, and his only answer is a groan. Leon can’t help but laugh.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I know my head game is strong.”

(Connor tries to give Leon a blowjob, but he gets a little too ambitious and chokes a few bobs in. Connor sputters and coughs, and Leon can’t help but chuckle as Connor grips his thighs, trying to catch his breath. He wants to try again but Leon stops him.

“You’ve done a lot today, you can try again later if you want to.”

“No, no I can do it.”

Leon explains that he doesn’t want Connor to bite his dick and Connor relaxes, giving him a hanjob instead. His pressure is a little light, so Leon wraps his hand around Connor’s and guides him until Leon finishes all over his stomach.

(Connor hesitantly runs a finger through the mess, before slowly raising his finger to his lips. He scrunches his nose in disgust. “Drink some pineapple juice, ugh.” and Leon laughs)

Connor leaves shortly after, and Leon definitely doesn’t replay the moment over and over again in his head.)

+ 1) The One Time he Stayed

When Leon pulls up into Connor’s driveway, he’s expecting the usual: play with Lenny, threesome, play with Lenny, dinner, play with Lenny, maybe round two, decide if he wants to drive home at 3 am (the answer is most likely no).

However, when he shows up Connor isn’t even home, which is not normal. Lenard throws himself at Leon when he walks through the door, knocking him down on the floor.

“One of these days he’s gonna be successful in his assination attempts,” you joke from your place on the couch.

“There are worse ways to die,” he says as he gets back on his feet, this time ready for Lenny’s high energy. Eventually Lenny decides Leon is not worth his time, padding off to his bed by the fireplace, so Leon sits by you on the couch.

“Watchya reading?” he asks, poking you in the side.

“My textbook detailing the different types and phases of psychosis,” you say,  capping your highlighter.

“Hm,” Leon grunts, “Uplifting.”

“Very,” you place the book on the coffee table, “So Connor was telling me about your hook up on the roadie.”

Leon’s heart stops, “Connor said it was okay and you seduced me at Nuge’s so I assumed-”

“Leon, relax” you cut him off with a chuckle, “I’m not mad.”

Leon lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“And I did not seduce you at Nuge’s.”

“You led me down a hallway I’ve never been in just to have sex with me in their guest bedroom,” he raises an eyebrow, “that’s the definition of seducing.”

You mutter something that Leon can’t decipher under his breath which he knows means that he’s won this argument.

“Anyways,” you say, clearing your throat, ““Connor was gonna be here, but he had an appointment and now he’s stuck on the Henday but he’ll be here soon. We were talking and we were thinking, only if you wanted to, that maybe you could join us...as a couple.”

Leon isn’t sure he understands your proposal.

“What?”

“Would you like to join me and Connor as a third?” you ask, “If you don’t want you can leave before Connor comes home and we’ll never bring it up again.”

~~~

Later that day, when Leon is falling asleep with Connor on one side of him using his chest as a pillow and you’re on his other side tucked against him, he’ll think about what a strange road it was to get here. Connor’s already asleep, listening to Leon’s heartbeat as his head rises and falls on with Leon’s breath.

“So was this always the plan?” Leon asks when he feels you tracing something on his skin.

“Hm?” you question.

“Was this all an elaborate ploy to get me to join you and Connor?” he clarifies, “Because if so, kudos because I never expected.”

“No,” Connor mumbles against Leon’s chest, turns out he wasn’t asleep, “We didn’t expect to ask you to join us more than once in California but you’re too damn cute.”

“I never thought we would because I didn’t think Davo was into dudes,” you say, “We get any closer to an answer on the sexuality thing, Con?”

“We’ll get there when we get there.”

[meltwonu]

45. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

80. “Don’t ruin the sofa.”

            “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”

notes; incubus!joshua, dom!joshua, dirty talk, name calling, degradation!!, the smallest smallest whisper of subspace, 😗🥴 If I could write incubus only fics forever I would djfhskd also yes I need to update my mastertlist I was meant to do it earlier and I took a nap instead oops ☠️ jdfhksdh but anyway!!! I'll do another inbox sweep tomorrow! there's some GoSe spoilers in there and I havent had a chance to watch it yet so imma do that after this goes up hehe 💕💕 Thank you for requesting!!! Enjoy!!! 💕

Joshua pushes you down onto the sofa; lips easing into a knowing smirk when you look up at him with glassy eyes.

“Wanna tell me what you’re thinkin’ about in that head of yours?”

His voice is gentle, sweet, and almost enough to trick you into thinking he was actually an angel if not for the horns protruding from his skull and the way his eyes gleam a dark crimson when they stare back at you. “Hah, why should I even ask? We both know you’re just my desperate ‘lil toy wanting to get fucked, right? I can see it in your eyes and the way your body calls for me and craves me, baby.”

Your body already feels hot, legs spreading on their own to welcome Joshua between them as you whimper.

“If you already know then why are you so slow, Joshua~?” You shoot him a cocky smirk of your own, watching as his eyes travel down your body.

“It’s ‘cause I know I don’t have to do anything to get you to cum. I could stand here all night, tell you the words you wanna hear, get your pretty ‘lil cunt wet  and you’d cum all over those panties of yours. You know I have the power to do it too. You’re just greedy and want more than that~” Joshua slots himself between your legs, leaning over your warm body until his face is only inches away from your own.

His fingers ghost across your naked thighs, goosebumps rising on your skin as you shiver under his touch.

Your shaky moans cut through the air once his nimble fingers press against your soaking panties; eyes clamping shut at the way he already had a complete hold over you.

“Hmm… I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet. Do I even need to fuck you? Your mind seems to be doing enough without me. But I can make your imaginations sweeter, if that’s what you want.” He whispers softly.

“No, p-please… J--Joshua I--I need you to fuck m-me... please...”

When Joshua sinks his cock into you, there’s a moment when you feel like you can’t breathe; lips falling open in a silent cry when he bottoms out in a single, fluid movement.

He grins at your expression, drawing his hips back before thrusting back into you, slow yet hard. “O-oh, fuck!” You cry out, sobbing as your body wholly gives into the pleasure.

“Hmm~ It’s been so long since I’ve fucked your pretty body, baby. You should call for me more often. I don’t understand why you’re so scared of me~ I could be so nice to you.” Joshua teases. You peer up at him through hazy eyes, cheeks hot to the touch as you bite your lip.

“Ah, could that be it?” He smirks down at you and you can feel the way his eyes seem to penetrate your own; reading you like an open book while he slows his thrusts down. 

“My pretty ‘lil baby wants me to be rough, is that it? You want me to call you my ‘lil slut. My good little cocksleeve that was only made to lay pretty underneath me while I fuck you senseless? You know I can give you what you want but you just like playing coy. You’re scared you won’t be able to get enough of me, that you’ll crave me every waking moment of the day. ”

You clench around his cock, soft yes’s spilling from your lips at his words. “Josh---Joshua, p-please!”

He laughs under his breath, resuming his quick pace as his hips snap into you. “You got so much tighter around me just now. Filthy ‘lil cumslut, you might not be honest with me but your body is telling me everything I need to know.” Joshua knows your body like the back of his hand; angling his thrusts to perfectly tap your g-spot as you cry out and beg him to fuck you faster.

Admittedly, you and Joshua hadn’t known each other for long, give or take a month or two at most. How he’d even been summoned to you was a mystery in itself and the handsome male had only flashed you a smile and told you that it’d been fate that your body had called to him. You weren’t sure how much he even knew about you or your desires; not that he’d ever given you a second to ask when he was fucking you. 

“Ngh, J--Joshua, fuck it feels, ah, so g-good… You’re f-fucking me so d-deep… Filling me u-up so good...” You mewl, hands digging into the cushion behind your head. “M-make me, ah, c-cum on your c-cock…”

Joshua doubles his pace, fucking you deeper into the cushions as your mind starts to get fuzzy. Your lips part in clipped moans and soft breaths, unfocused eyes blinking slowly up at Joshua who licks his lips.

“Oh? My little cocksleeve is feeling really good now, huh?” You nod slowly in return, unable to form words; body tingling as he works to throw you over the edge of an orgasm. He reaches a free hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles around the swollen nub as your back arches off of the sofa.

A jumbled mix of noises and broken cries of Joshua’s name manage their way out of your mouth as you’re suddenly overcome with unadulterated pleasure; body shaking under Joshua’s own as he keeps fucking you through your high.

You can vaguely hear his soft chuckles through the buzzing in your ears and you can feel the way your breath almost stops with how hard your orgasm hits you. “God, you’re so pretty when you cum.” Joshua groans; his own body thrumming with sexual energy as he feeds off of you. “You always taste so fuckin’ sweet too.”

It takes a second for your body to untense underneath him; chest heaving in deep breaths as you start to come down from your high. 

Joshua keeps fucking you, albeit this time slowly as he drags his cock out slow enough to have your body craving the way his cock fits inside your tight, warm walls.

“God, your cunt is soaking my cock.” He moans, “I could fuck your pretty ‘lil pussy all night. Get you thinkin’ only about me so fuckin’ bad that you’ll only ever think of the way my cock fills you out and keeps your slutty ‘lil hole plugged up with my cum.”

Joshua pauses, eyes trained on the way your hazy eyes still pool with lust when you look up at him.

“Or should I cum on your skin, cover you in it ‘n get you all messy? I’ll even take pictures for you so you can see how fuckin’ wrecked I can get you.” Joshua lets out an angelic laugh, eyes forming crescents when he feels you clenching around his cock.

“I--d--don’t ruin the sofa…” You mumble, shy eyes averting from his piercing stare.

He thrusts into you harshly; eating up the way you whimper and try to fuck yourself on his cock already. Joshua’s grip on you tightens, blunt nails digging into your skin before he draws his hips back and slams into you again. He knows you’ve made your choice. For now.

“I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”

[abeautylives]

Imperfect Moments- Chapter Thirteen

a/n: This accidentally turned into part 2 of the last part 🫣 One more chapter to go!

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: 5.2k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

chapter summary: Your boyfriend takes you to the world’s largest Christmas store (and other stuff).

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, mentions of sex and sexual situations, language, mushy fluff, Bronner’s lol, graphic sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex, mirror!kink if you want it to be

You wake up in the dark, disoriented and confused. Jake is beside you, which is comforting because that’s typically where you find him in the mornings. He’s snoring softly, and as your eyes adjust you can make out the outline of his parted lips. It only takes a moment to remember where you are, in the basement of his parents’ house. That explains the lack of morning light, and you’re not exactly sure what time it could be but he hasn’t stirred at all. The beginnings of a headache are pulsing at your temples but you resist climbing from the mattress, choosing to stay and watch him sleep for just a little while longer.

The image of his face becomes clearer as you get used to the dark, and you can see his eyelids fluttering subtly. You wonder what he’s dreaming about before you realize that, essentially, you’re alone right now. One corner of his mouth quirks up into a barely there smile before it drops again, your heart is suddenly racing.

“Jake…” You whisper into the space between you but he doesn’t react. “Baby?” Nothing. You take a deep breath.

“I love you, Jake.” He remains asleep and peacefully unaware. You can still feel your heart thumping, but there’s a wave of relief with saying it out loud.

He snores abruptly and loudly, startling you both and causing him to roll to his side. A hand comes up to press the heel of it into his eye, he rubs the sleep away for a second before cracking that one open. He finds you staring at him, eyes wide.

“Shit…” His voice is thick, barely croaking past his lips. “Did I wake you up?”

“No. No, my head hurts a little. I think it woke me up.”

He groans and rolls to his back again. “Fucking Josh and his ‘one more drink, just one more’. I’m gonna kick his ass.”

He’d rolled to the other side and climbed from the bed, you watched his backside until he disappeared into the small bathroom that you hadn’t known was there, the light blinding you as he flipped it on. You crawled from beneath the covers to dig out a pair of sweatpants before he returned and offered to go upstairs and find you something for your headache, but you’d declined, wanting to go with him. Hand in hand, you went up together.

Your first full day immersed in their entire family, with their sister’s arrival, is hectic in a way that they must be accustomed to. Someone is always talking, usually at least two or three people at a time, and you do your best to keep up. There’s a level of organized chaos that’s unmatched as Karen wrangles her adult children, manages to get them, and yourself, into town and into the most insane Christmas store you’ve ever seen. It’s actually the only Christmas store you’ve ever seen, but you’re sure it’s got to be the most insane one in existence and with only two days until the holiday, it’s a madhouse.

Jake doesn’t leave your side as you try to move as a group and weave your way through the hordes of people, but soon enough the Kiszkas have dispersed and are expected to find their way back to each other within an hour. You’re not sure that’s a possibility, but Jake doesn’t seem phased.

“We’ll meet back up with them eventually.”

The goal is for each of you to find an ornament to add to the Kiszka tree, but you’re not sure how you could ever decide considering the sheer size of this place. Jake tells you to just pick one, it doesn’t really matter. He also tells you that you’ll have to do it all over again next year, and the ornament itself is not as important as the fact that you chose one and hung it on the tree.

“Next year, huh?”

He seems confused by your question. “Yeah, you wanna come back, right?”

You stop in your tracks, next to a display of woodland creature-themed decorations, and turn to face him. “Yes… yeah, of course I do.” Without a care for whose way you may be in, you step into him and loop your arms around his waist, his hands finding your hips. He leans in first and you meet his kiss, brief but sweet. You’re still standing like that, blocking the woodland creatures and grinning at each other like fools when you hear it.

“Hey man! Uhh, Greta Van Fleet, right? Hey!”

You should’ve been expecting it, now that it’s happening you’re surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. As Jake smiles and turns to the man, you wonder if the other guys have been approached elsewhere in the store. It dawns on you that this is what Jake meant, when he’d asked you to come up here.

You wanna give them something to talk about?

This is what you signed up for, or it’s a part of it, at least. You’re not the biggest thing in his life, the music is. You try to keep your lips from falling into a frown, you knew this, knew it before he’d cornered you in the front hallway of his home, before he’d smiled at you from the stage. This is their life. This is your life now, if you want it.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear the man he’s talking to ask for a picture.

“I’ll take it.”

Jake’s head snaps to you, he’s about to tell you that’s not necessary before the man next to him beats him to it.

“No! Is this your girl?” He knows the answer, he’d walked up as you’d been wrapped around each other but Jake’s confirming it anyway. “Come on, get in the picture!”

This is your life now, if you want it.

You step into Jake’s side and feel his arm slip around your back immediately. He throws his other arm over the guy’s shoulders and it’s done. You’ve taken part in your first fan selfie. With a grace that’s part rehearsed experience and part natural inclination, Jake sends the guy on his way with a smile. His arm is still around your back and he moves to guide you further through the store, but you stop him.

“This one. And this one, if that’s okay.” You’ve reached out to the display beside you and plucked a fox wearing a scarf and a mouse in a Santa hat from the wall. “The fox for me, just because I think it’s cute, and the mouse for you. Also because it’s cute, and it kind of looks like you. Let’s go.”

He stares at you for a moment, and he knows. If he’d even had any doubt before, he’s sure of it now. You’re it for him, you’re the one. The words are there, once again, trapped behind his lips. You tilt your head to the side and grin.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You shrug your shoulders, not sure why he’s come to that conclusion. “Just trust me on this one. I wish you could see you the way I see you. Let’s go, sweetheart.” Your cheeks are warm under his praise as you finally let him guide you to a cash register.

It’s what you can only describe as a Christmas miracle when you find that the rest of his family is sprinkled throughout the line, waiting to pay. When you gather near the exit, Josh is asking who wants to go ice skating. You’re willing to try it but his siblings are grumbling and groaning over it.

“This is the busiest time of the fucking year- sorry Mom, the year. Let’s go on the 27th or 29th or something. You know this shit, Josh.”

You’re grateful that those words came from Sam’s mouth rather than Jake’s, confident that the twins would come closer to physical blows than the eldest and youngest ever would.

After dinner that night, Josh shoots Jake a look from across the living room that means nothing to you, but when Josh leaves the room, Jake grabs your hand and pulls you up from the couch to follow him. On the stairs, you ask him where you’re going.

“Our room, Josh wants to smoke.”

“How the fuck did you gather that? All he did was look at you.”

“We can read each other’s minds. You didn’t know that?” He’s laughing as if it’s a joke, but you think he’s telling the truth. When he pushes their bedroom door open, Josh is sitting on his bed pulling things out of his backpack and as you close the door behind you, he asks Jake to roll it for them. He joins Josh on his bed, so you take a seat on the other but soon Jake is kneeling beside you and opening the window behind you.

“Babe, it’s freezing outside.”

“Babe, we’re not at home, gotta open the window.”

You decline when they offer you a hit, pulling back the comforter instead and climbing underneath, cocooning yourself until just your face is exposed. They pass the joint back and forth for a bit, talking quietly in between inhales and exhales. You close your eyes and listen to their voices. They sound so similar sometimes, you find yourself picking out the words that they say differently and the ones that sound exactly the same until you doze off.

“Shit, she fell asleep. I don’t wanna wake her up. Can we just sleep in here tonight?”

“Yeah, man of course. Hey… did you tell her yet?”

Jake looks back over his shoulder, all he can see is your head from the bridge of your nose, up. Your eyes are still closed.

“No. I… I don’t know why it’s so hard. You know a fan came up to us in Bronner’s?”

“Okay, fantastic. What does that have to do with-“

“She took a picture with us. Like he took a picture with us, and she was in it. With me. And then she just turned around and picked out two ornaments for us.”

“I’m high, and I don’t think that’s helping, because you’re not making any sense.”

“Are you even listening? I realized today that like, she’s it for me. And I haven’t even told her I love her.”

“Ugh, the two of you give me a fucking headache. If she wasn’t already asleep, I’d kick you out of my fucking room.”

“It’s my room too, dick.”

“Irrelevant. You need to tell her how you feel, and quickly, so I can go back to enjoying your company. The both of you the last few days, you’re always like, these little bundles of nervous energy and it’s really fucking with my aura.”

“Yeah, sure it is. I don’t even know what that means.”

“You’re putting off bad vibes into the universe! You gotta figure that shit out.”

Jake agrees with him before he starts rambling about chakras and meditation or something, and shifts off the bed to close the window. You’d both already changed into sweats after dinner, so he doesn’t worry about making sure you’re comfortable enough to sleep. You don’t wake up when he kneels next to you to reach the window, the bed shifting under his weight. You stir enough to roll to your other side when he pulls back the comforter and climbs in beside you, but that works for him. The bed is small, so when his head hits the pillow that yours is already rested on, he wraps an arm around you and tucks himself tight against your body, whispering against your shoulder.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

From the other bed, Josh calls out, “I heard that. Grow a pair, Jacob.”

“Fuck you, Josh.”

You wake up disoriented again, but this time when your eyes open, daylight allows you to get your bearings. You realize quickly that you must have fallen asleep in the twins’ room last night, and Jake stayed here with you. Lifting your head and craning your neck as much as you can, you look over to the other bed and find it empty just as Jake begins to stir behind you.

“Mm, it’s been a long time since I woke up in this bed with a girl.” His voice comes out low and raspy, his words make you chuckle.

“Should I sneak out the window?”

“Give me more credit than that, I never made a girl climb out the window. Josh would be the lookout and when the coast was clear, I’d sneak her out the back door. Like a gentleman.”

“Uh huh, no wonder you’ve been single for so long.” You wriggle under his arm until you’re rolled over to face him. One corner of his mouth is lifted in a soft, lopsided smile.

“That’s not why, sweetheart. I… I don’t know, I think I was waiting for you.” He moves in to kiss your forehead.

It’s certainly not what you would’ve expected him to say, and you also didn’t expect the way your throat tightens. “That’s not true.”

He brings a hand up and smooths it over your hair before resting it on your cheek. Your eyes are still puffy from sleep, face free of make up. The hair he’d run his hand over is tangled and unruly and there are lines across the cheekbone his thumb is brushing over, left behind by the pillowcase. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, with anyone else right now.

“I think it is true. For the last two years, anyway.”

Unable to respond with words, you press a hard kiss into his lips that he coaxes into something softer as he shifts to lay you back against his pillow. Your feet slide over the sheets, moving apart until your legs are spread enough for him to settle between them, your lips still attached. Your mouth opens to his, you pull his bottom lip past yours and nip your teeth into it. His hips flex before he groans and your tongue slips out to meet his.

The kiss stays slow, your movements deliberate as you trace your fingertips over the planes of his back until they reach the bottom hem of his shirt. As soon as he feels you tugging it upward, he knows you’re about to cave on the whole no sex in your parents’ house thing. When your palms press into his bare skin, his hips rock into you again and your mouths part when you let a soft moan creep from your throat. He trails kisses back until he reaches your ear.

“What happened to no sex this week, sweetheart.”

You push your own hips up from the mattress, his dick already hard between you.

“I lied.”

He takes a moment to consider the look on your face, need reflected in your eyes, before pushing off of you and standing from the bed.

“What the f-“

“Get up.” It only takes two steps to get him to the door, which he locks before stepping back to the bed. He’s standing there, palming himself over his sweatpants and waiting for you to react.

“Why?”

“Get up and I’ll tell you.”

Confused and reluctant, you crawl from the bed and stand in front of him. Before you can ask again, he pulls you around him and places you in front of the single dresser against the wall opposite Josh’s bed. His eyes meet yours in the reflection of the mirror that sits on top of it, and he murmurs a quiet explanation against your ear.

“I’d rather not have to wait, and I know for a fact that that bed is squeaky and loud as hell. You wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?” Understanding crosses your features and you shake your head, holding his eyes in the mirror. “Good girl. This actually works out, because I’m gonna fuck you right here, and you’re gonna watch.” He starts to lift the hem of your shirt and you scramble to pull it off and drop it to the ground. “Put your hands on the dresser.”

You like him like this, when he takes control and tells you exactly what he wants. You’re happy to submit. Obeying his command, you place your palms flat on the dresser, bending just slightly at the waist and arching your back.

“Good fucking girl.” He tears his own t-shirt over his head and tosses it before sliding his sweatpants and briefs down past his hips, kicking them aside when they hit the ground. Your fingers are itching to pull the rest of your own clothes off, but you want to follow his direction. He steps in and presses himself against the swell of your ass, a hand grips your hip and the other comes around you. Eyes glued to it through the mirror, you watch as he wraps it around one of your tits and squeezes it quickly before sliding it down over your stomach. He slips it past the waistband of your sweats and into your underwear.

He cups your pussy and then… doesn’t move. You pull your eyes away from his wrist where it’s disappeared into your pants and look up at the reflection of his face.

Asshole.

He’s wearing that smile as he drops his chin to rest on your shoulder. That smile.

“Jake, please.”

Still quiet, barely a whisper, he scolds you. “Hmm, that was a test. You failed, love. I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart, but you have to shut the fuck up.”

Frantically, and silently, you nod your head until he finally slides two fingers through you and circles them over your clit. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down, your eyes flutter closed as he continues to trace circles into your skin.

“Open your eyes, babe.” You obey, focusing on him just as he moves his fingers through your arousal again. He lifts an eyebrow and plunges them both into you, proud of you when you let your mouth fall open but no sound escapes it. Slowly he starts to pump them, in and out a few times and instead of saying anything, you nod to his reflection. He turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek. “Perfect. Just like that.”

“Baby?” You risk him hushing you again, but you’ve whispered as quietly as you possibly can and he seems satisfied with it as he hums in reply. “Wanna see, wanna watch you touch me.”

He says nothing, just releases his hold on your hip to tug at your sweats until they fall past your thighs. Now you can see the shape of his hand as it moves under the pink cotton of your panties. You watch his forearm flex as he fucks you, curling his fingers and making you press your lips closed. A tiny whimper sounds in your throat, barely perceptible. He’s watching you closely and you nod at him again, he pulls your underwear down until you’re fully exposed. That hand comes around and snakes up your torso, fingertips sinking into the softness of your breast.

His eyes drag over the reflection of his form wrapped around yours, focusing first on where his fingers are tucked inside you. Your hips are moving against the motion of his hand, pushing your ass back into him, his dick throbbing with the pressure of it. His fingers curl again and your head drops forward, cutting off the soft whine that had almost slipped out. Pulling out of you, he drops his own head to kiss your shoulder as your head snaps back up.

“Just keep looking, keep watching.” His eyes are closed as he keeps his head tucked, slowly kissing over the skin of your shoulder and into the crook of your neck. He brings his fingers, slick with your wetness, back to your clit. Playing them over you gently, he’s building you up gradually, unhurriedly, giving you time to scrutinize what you’re seeing.

The arm wrapped around your chest has a long scar on it, two actually, a childhood injury that could’ve changed the trajectory of his future though he swears it actually improved his guitar playing. You know that his hands, both moving over your body delicately, sometimes ache with overuse from the craft he’s been perfecting his entire life. His hair, still mussed from sleep, could use a deep conditioner and detangling but there’s something beautiful about the way it’s draped over your shoulder and moving over your collarbone as his teeth graze over your skin.

As you survey the parts of him reflected back at you, you realize that he must do this to you too. Take inventory of the things you over analyze about yourself, and find the perfection in them.

His fingers dip back inside and he lifts his eyes to yours.

“Jake?”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember the first time?”

He chuckles and tucks his fingers deep, your hips buck into his palm. “Very vividly. Why?”

“You kept calling me pretty, and I argued every time.”

The heel of his palm pushes against your clit harder, he holds you upright when your knees go weak. “Look at yourself right now.” You obey, seeing your cheeks flushed pink and bottom lip swollen from biting down on it. “Do you finally see what I see?”

You do, but you see it in him too. Every flaw that only makes him more captivating. “Yes.”

He grunts into your hair, you feel his hips roll into you. “Good… that’s good. I need to be inside you.”

“Please.”

His fingers pull back again and he removes his hands from you to wrap one around himself, stroking your slick over his cock. The reflection of it is blocked from your view by your own body, you consider turning to watch but he hasn’t instructed you to pick your hands up from the top of the dresser. Over your shoulder you can see him looking down at himself, around your own arm you can see his bicep flexing until he looks back up. He loops that arm around you and cups his hand in front of your face, under your chin.

“Spit.”

Without question you do as he asks, spitting into his palm and leaving the bit that dribbles down your chin. He strokes it over himself and places his other hand between your shoulder blades, you further arch your back and shift your feet apart. He steps in and settles between your legs once again, the tip of his dick rubbing against you. “I’m impressed. You’re doing so well, love.” He bends his knees and pushes past your entrance. “Let’s see if you can keep going. Shhh…”

He hushes you as he grips your hips and pulls you onto him, sinking in to the hilt. Pausing for just a moment to maintain composure, he begins to rock into you softly at first. Meeting your eyes in the mirror, he lifts his eyebrows and juts his chin out. You nod in response. As he grins, he works up to a slow rhythm, shallow strokes as he stays buried deep inside. Biting your lip again, you realize you can’t even hear the sound of your skin meeting. Now you’re impressed with the both of you, sure that no one will know what you’ve done just over their heads.

Still whispering, he challenges that notion. “Let’s up the stakes.”

Before you can reply, he withdraws further and delivers a thrust that pushes your body into the dresser, your hips knocking against the wood and rattling the few items that rest on its surface.

“Fuck!”

He snickers behind you. “Tsk tsk, pretty girl. You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

He’s decided to stop making it easy, angling his hips to minimize the sound of them colliding with your ass but enjoying the way it bounces with each thrust. Closer to the mirror now, you watch yourself press your lips together tight to keep the sounds you’re definitely making from slipping out. Your eyes, blown out pupils under heavy lids, go wide as you watch him bring a hand back around you. It stops in front of your face again, two fingers extended.

You let a string of spit fall from your lips to land on his fingertips, but when those fingertips meet the sensitive skin between your legs again, your mouth falls open and a long moan floats out from between your lips.

Instead of reprimanding you, he slaps his free hand over your mouth, effectively muzzling you and pulling your back into his chest. You lock eyes in the mirror once again, his have gone a little wild and now that he’s physically silenced you, he stops holding back. Your fingers dig into the edge of the dresser as he unleashes on you, holding you tight against him as he fucks into you, his fingers on your clit picking up speed.

He presses his cheek against yours as he watches himself work, watches your tits bounce and your eyes squeeze shut.

“Open them, I want you to see how pretty you look when you cum for me.” They open, heavy-lidded and hazy. “You’re close, aren’t you sweetheart?” You nod against his hold. “Give it to me, whenever you’re ready.”

It happens suddenly, and not entirely silently. Though it’s muffled by his hand, the sound that rips from deep in your chest is unmistakably, graphically sexual in nature. He continues to hold you upright as your body tries to fold, chuckling against your ear as your cunt squeezes him. His quiet laughter catches in his throat as his own end sneaks up on him, and with a soft fuck, he releases it deep inside you.

Breathless, you support yourself with your hands still braced against the dresser. Spent, he leans into your back and places his own hands outside yours on the wood. At the reflection of your flushed faces, he murmurs, “I’m not confident that no one heard us.”

He kisses your cheek as you giggle, slips himself from you slowly and bends to pluck his t-shirt off the ground. Before you can protest, he uses it to catch his cum that’s dripping down the inside of your thigh.

“Oh god, this is just like high school. We’re not doing this again.”

It doesn’t deter him, he finishes cleaning you up with his shirt and then uses it on himself and laughs when you gag at him.

“Ya know, you say that now sweetheart, but you’re a terrible liar.”

He sends you off to the bathroom in the hallway once you’re dressed and joins you there when he doesn’t find anyone else upstairs. When you’re feeling a little cleaner than you did when you left the bedroom, you plaster what you hope are looks of pure innocence on your faces and head down and into the kitchen. Karen passes you on her way out to the living room.

“Well good morning! I hope you two don’t plan on sleeping in this late tomorrow, you know we like to open presents early, Jake!”

You release the breath you’d sucked in at first sight of her, Jake just laughs and promises you’ll be up on time.

Two suspicious faces greet you as you cross into the kitchen. You smile in their direction and head straight for the coffee pot as Jake settles onto a stool.

“Morning, boys.”

Sam eyeballs you for a moment before turning to assess his brother. “You two were fucking, weren’t you?”

Your cheeks are instantly burning hot, Josh just laughs into his coffee mug.

Jake gracefully denies the accusation, but Sam argues that he’d still been in his room and heard something thump.

“I fell out of the bed, it’s too small for two people Samuel.”

“Interesting, was it you then, moaning like a wounded animal?”

Jake shrugs. “Yep.”

If the floor could open and swallow you whole, that would be ideal. Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen.

“I support this, ya know, but that’s just disrespectful. I’ll never be the same now, my innocence tainted.” Sam breezes out of the room, still mumbling about his poor baby ears as he goes.

Once again left alone with the twins, you turn to them and sip your coffee. Josh does the same, shifting his gaze between you and Jake. “Anything to add, Joshua?”

“No, darling. I just hope you stayed far away from my bed.”

Unable to help himself, Jake responds for you. “Your bed was safe. Unless you consider the t-shirt I tossed onto your pillow. Ya know, on second thought, I wouldn't touch that bare-handed if I were you.”

“Gross Jake!”

“You’re a sick bastard.”

He laughs at both of you, fending off the hands swinging in his direction with arms crossed over his ducked head. “I’m kidding!”

The rest of the day pushes forward without incident, aside from a few pointed and not so subtle comments from Sam in passing. Christmas Eve had brought fresh snowfall, not something you always got to experience at home and not something Josh would allow you to pass up. He chose something from his youth from the hall closet and let you borrow his puffer coat, which looked only slightly less ridiculous on you than it does him, and suggested you try your hand at building a snowman with him. Jake watched on from the porch as a poorly constructed, three foot tall snowman took shape and made sure to mention that it looked more like Josh’s twin than he does.

He successfully dodged most of the snowballs that were sent flying toward the house.

You and Ronnie helped Karen in the kitchen that evening, and though you were probably in her way more often than actually assisting, she was appreciative of your company. She was nearly brought to tears when you hung two ornaments on her tree, explaining that you’d picked out yours as well as Jake’s.

“I told you she was sentimental.”

After dinner and a Christmas movie, of course, one by one the Kiszkas excuse themselves to bed and leave you and Jake to watch the dying embers glow red in the fireplace. Feet tucked under you, leaned into his side on the couch, you try to stifle a yawn and fail.

“Am I boring you, love?”

Your head drops to his shoulder as you reach for his hand and lace your fingers together. “Mm, to death, honestly. I can’t remember a time I’ve been more disinterested in a person.”

He lets that slide with a kiss pressed to your hair. By the time the fireplace goes cold, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open and he finally suggests heading down to the basement. Downstairs, at the foot of the pull out mattress, he disrobes quickly and then undresses you slowly with lips trailing over your skin as it’s bared to him. As you climb under the covers, he asks you sheepishly if he can taste you, make you feel good before you fall asleep.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

You fall into slumber satisfied, he drifts off with the taste of you still on his lips.

*Its almost over, who else is sad???*

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