Object Of Desire.

Honey

Josh Kiszka X fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt your heart melt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he opened it and sniffed it,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" He giggled,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thats not fair you got a head start!"

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

Look at himmmmm

Last week’s sketch page. Thought it was time Jake got some love.

sub sam fans pspspsppsppspspss

18+ UNDER THE CUT

!!very much explicit!! contains oral sex m!receiving, light dom/sub aspects. if this is not your thing, that's fine! but i recommend not reading :)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

sammy had been a slut all night, taking a page out of his brothers book, and really going at it. he didn't hold back from the obscene faces, and arching his back, practically thrusting into his bass.

you could tell from side stage he was getting all hot and bothered, especially when he hit his bass a little too hard, voice stuttering, teetering towards a moan, as he sang his back up vocals. you could see the smirk as he eased up, he knew you were watching, knew you were getting flustered as you surveyed him.

there were plenty of punishments you had in mind, some that would really make him regret his behavior, but there was something that had been on your mind, and this was the perfect time to enact.

so when he came off stage, all sweaty and buzzing from the post show adrenaline, you promptly ignored his behavior. "hey, baby," he crooned, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. you met his lips in a sweet kiss, pulling away as you felt him trying to advance. "ah ah, darling," you sang, "good boys have patience." his eyes darkened, as he straightened, taking a step back.

you stood, eyes looking up to meet his. "go clean up baby," you said, patting him on the cheek, "there's something waiting for you when we get back to the room." and with that, you pushed him towards the dressing room and lockers. you smiled as he staggered towards the showers, winking as he looked back at you.

for the rest of the night, sam was positively insufferable. whimpering and whining in your ear, all the way back to the hotel. the elevator ride up was a bit awkward, what with his brothers standing there with you, trying to make small talk while sam pretended like he was perfectly fine. but he knew he was in trouble. and your stern grip on his hand proved this thought. the elevator signaled your floor, and you stepped out, dragging him with you.

"he has to play good tomorrow night! don't be too rough on him," josh teased as you pulled sam down the hallway.

you opened the door, "strip, then go sit on the bed." you directed, watching his adam's apple bob in anticipation. he followed your direction, sliding out of his sweats, "ah!" you said, before he sat, "play me a song, won't you, baby?" you purred, grabbing the bass he kept in the room, and holding it out to him.

he raised an eyebrow, "wh- i thought," he trailed, voice high and light, "oh, sweetheart. you don't have to think around me. now play." you sat in the arm chair as he began to pluck out a tune, body of the bass resting on his bare thigh. he watched you with a careful eye, not resisting humming along to the song. you stood, crossing the room slowly, stripping yourself of your tshirt, stopping in front of him, tutting as his fingers slowed. "ah ah darling, keep playing," you instructed, two fingers tapping his chin, titling his back back to meet your eyes.

"now. since you think you can be cute, act like a slut on stage, we're going to practice." your voice came out low and sultry, and you could see his confusion. "don't worry baby, it's not that hard, don't hurt your little brain by thinking too much," you teased, sinking to your knees. "scootch up love, come to the edge of the bed," you hooked your hands onto the back of knees, pulling him closer, until his cock came into view.

you giggled, "you think you're so funny, don't you sam," you said, wrapping a soft hand around him, tugging harshly as he missed a note. you smiled wickedly as he hissed through his teeth, "i'm only going to explain this once, sam. you are going to sit here, at let me do what ever i want to you. and each time you mess up, we're going to start over. do you understand? if you stop playing, you don't get to cum," you sang as you tapped his balls, cock hardening in your grasp. you watched as his breath stuttered in his chest, "words, baby. do you understand?" you asked slowly. "y-yes. i understand." he whispered, fingers slipping off the string's clumsily. "see, now if you wanna be a slut on stage, you can't mess up while you're making a mess of yourself. that's why we're practicing, because i'm so caring, isn't that right darling?" you teased. watching as he clenched his eyes shut, "yes" his breathed, "you take care of me s-so well."

"so play me a song, love. show me how well i take care of you."

he played while you made yourself at home on your knees, running your finger tips along his length, flicking the tip as he played a sour note, "focus, love," you whispered, finally tightening your grip, providing him with some relief. "fuck," he whimpered, fingers moving in muscle memory along the neck of his bass as he rocked his hips into your fist. you lowered your head so your lips rested against the tip of his cock, you blew lightly, waiting for him to mess up, lucky for him, he kept playing as smooth as can be. wrapping your lips around him, he let out a soft moan as you took him further into your mouth, tongue working to provide extra friction, humming against him as a rutted into your mouth. you pulled off, "good boy, you're playing so well for me," you hummed, "please, p-please you-" he begged. "use your words sammy." you said sternly, giving him a harsh tug, too rough to be pleasurable, smirking as he cried out, "want your mouth," he breathed.

"good boy," you replied, before wrapping your lips around his length once more, taking him to the hilt, hollowing out your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down. his whimpers and whines got louder as you kept on, breathing through your nose so you didn't have to pull off. your lips curled into a smile as you pulled out, tongue circling the tip, "fuck baby, i'm gonna cum," he cried, hips rocking. you sucked lightly on his length, hands tracing the rest of his length, you could feel his hips stuttering as he reached his orgasm, you kept your place until you heard a sour note, the string sounding dull and distorted. you pulled off harshly, watching him buck into the air, bass forgotten about as he let out an anguished moan. "fuck, fuck. why'd- why'd you do that?" he cried, hands tightening around the neck of his bass.

"i told you, love," you explained slowly, "you mess up, we start over."

you watched as the tears of desperation formed in his eyes. "i'll be good, please, please, just let me cum." he begged. "well that's not up to me darling. you have to play with out messing up. then you get to cum."

"fuck you're so mean." he gasped, and you stood. "fine, then don't cum at all." you said simply, moving towards the bathroom. "wait, wait! i'll be good, i'm sorry, im sorry." he sobbed, on the verge of a ruined orgasm as he rutted against his bass. "be careful now, darling. your bass doesn't need a new paint job," you laughed, "now keep playing."

you took your place back in front of him as he resumed playing. "now be a good boy, and play all the notes right, and you can cum." you reminded, smirking wickedly. you could tell sam was into this, and it made you positively giddy to know he was enjoying himself. you leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the side of his cock, mouthing hotly as you moved up and down his length, before taking him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks once more. you could tell he wouldn't last too long this go around, so you decided to make it harder for him, dragging your teeth lightly down his length, bring a hand up to make up for the length that wasn't in your mouth. "shit," he panted, eyes squeezed shut, head dropped back, jaw agape. you were honestly amazed he was still managing to play. you bobbed your head swiftly, hands gripping at his thighs, taking him all the way, swallowing around him, his fingers stuttered slightly against the strings, but you excused it, you know he was going to reach his high any minute now. "shit, baby, oh god," he chanted, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching as his stomach tightened, eyes shut in pleasure and focus as his hands shook against the strings. with the combination of the vibrations of his bass against him, and you swallowing around his length, he finally reached his high as he plucked out a specific pattern, "shit!" he cried, cumming down your throat, bucking his hips as you hummed around him. you pulled off with a pop, watching his chest heave, and in a surprising turn of events, watching his fingers move in practiced motion across his bass, coming to a stop as he came down from his high.

"oh my god," he panted, flopping back onto the bed, you groaned as you stood, knees cracking from resting against the floor for so long, sighing as you joined him on the bed, moving his bass off of him and next to you on the bed. you rested your head on his still heaving chest, eyes tilted up to meet his gaze. you reached a hand up to brush the loose hairs from off his face, "doing okay?" you asked.

"yeah," he sighed, smiling dopely down at you, tracing a finger along your back. "was that good?" you asked, voice suddenly small. it was a new thing, you were unsure of it still. "baby. baby," he said, sitting up, "i think that was the hardest i've cum, like ever. fuck, i'm still dizzy from it. thank you," he said, smacking your lips together. "okay. okay, good." you smiled, patting his bare chest. "well, you have a show tomorrow, so let's get some sleep, hm?" you said, shifted to pull the covers over your bodies. giggling as you reach over and twist one of his nipples, laughing harder at his yelp of overstimulation, "okay, okay, i'm done. let's go to bed."

you two curled around each other, falling into a peaceful sleep, thanking your lucky stars that everyone else was on a different floor.

Josh with cheese

this art has a funny backstory and caused someone to unfollow me and kick me out of an art competition LOL

Hand kink nation... we have been fed.

A bit of fluffball Josh with his yellow floral jumpsuit for today <3

worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

making sam cum in his pants? 😁

Oh fuck yes

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: dirty talk, public touching? I think that’s it.

You stood outside on the sidewalk, Sam’s arms wrapped around you from behind as he kissed at your neck and exposed shoulder. You had worn a new dress tonight, it was mostly sheer black ruched fabric with some very specifically placed folds of fabric to conceal your more intimate parts of course. Sam had practically been drooling over you since you walked out of your bedroom, slipping your heel on as you braced yourself on the door frame. He had tried to talk you into staying home right then and there, but you insisted on coming out, reminding him you had made these reservations months in advance. He’d been handsy the whole dinner, rushing through his meal and dessert, desperately trying to get this over with so he could get you back home. You loved this power you had over him, how desperately he’d want you sometimes, and you enjoyed every second of it. You felt your phone buzz, alerting you to the fact that your Uber drive had arrived. He was driving a SUV and you detached Sam from you before smiling at the driver and opening the door to get inside. You maneuvered your way to the very back seat of the vehicle, Sam sitting next to you, as close as possible of course. You both buckled in, made sure the driver had the right destination and then you turned to Sam, who was just staring at you with that beautiful face of his. “What?” You asked, feigning shyness. “You just look stunning tonight, I can’t wait to get this off you,” he said, putting his hand on your thigh, slightly tugging at the hem of your dress, once again kissing at your neck.

“Sir, can you turn the music up please?” You asked sweetly as you removed Sam’s hand from your thigh. The driver obliged and you turned to Sammy who was looking at you a smidge confused due to you removing his hand. “No touching” you said to Sam, smirking at him as he pouted, “hands here.” You placed them on the seat on either side of his legs. “Those hands move and everything stops, understand?” He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on your lips as he hung on your every word. “I understand” he said softly. You should be surprised , Sam was usually defiant, a brat honestly, but you knew that tonight he was too desperate to take any chances. You put your hand on his leg, rubbing it up and down slowly, “I bet you can’t wait to get me home and peel me out of this dress can you?” You whispered against his neck as your lips brushed over his jaw, he subtly shook his head no. “Can’t wait to get your hands on my bare skin, grabbing and kissing all the places you love so much,” he huffed out a breath as your hand ghosted over his growing erection that was straining against his dress pants. “Awh look at you Sammy, already so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you.” Your tone was a tad condescending, but you knew he secretly loved it. You began palming him through the material and something like a soft whimper passed his parted lips, in a move that shocked you he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a hungry kiss, his tongue immediately pressing into your mouth. In a moment of weakness you savored it, letting him break the one rule you had set for him, then you pulled away. Grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging it, pulling him back against the seat. “Where are you hands supposed to be?” You asked sternly, “sorry, sorry” he said breathily as he put his hands back in their place on the seat. You kept your grip on his hair as you started palming him harder through his pants. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he tried to keep his composure, but you weren’t content yet. You had a goal in mind and you were going to make it happen. “Tell me Sammy, what did you have planned for me when we got home? And be specific.”

“Was going to fuck you as soon as we got in the door, right there in the living room.” He paused catching his breathe as you nibbled on his ear, “keep going” you ordered, “going to pull your dress up around your waist, bend you over the couch and- fuck, fuck-if you don’t stop I’m going to cum in my pants y/n,” he choked out. You smiled against his shoulder, at his undoing at your hands and thinking about what he said, “Keep. Going.” You repeated, “I’m going to rip those panties down your legs, and fuck you until you can’t stand.” He bucked his hips up, trying to gain even more friction,

“Mmm, just thinking about you using me like that has me dripping.” You teased into his ear, he groaned, biting his lip, “What about a taste then baby?” He requested. You considered it for a moment, and then you released his hair. His eyes followed your hand as you reached up your dress, slipping your fingers through your slick and then holding them out in front of him. He looked at you in question, “I want you to ask like a good boy,” you said. “Please, please let me taste you baby, I want it so bad” he replied, almost too loudly in his eagerness. Then he stuck out his tongue, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wanted. You slowly put your fingers in his mouth, his eyes rolled back as he closed his lips around them, sucking. He was now impossibly hard and you knew he was close with how erratic his breathing had become, “Does that taste good?” He moaned around your fingers as he nodded, “There’s plenty more for you when we get home, all wet and warm ready to be wrapped around your cock-“ and that was it, you felt his cock pulsing against your hand as he moved his own hand to your thigh, gripping it hard as he came undone. You were lucky your fingers were in his mouth to stifle the noises he made as he finished. Once he quieted down you pulled your fingers from his mouth, turning his head towards you and kissing him deeply, “fuck,” he groaned as he shifted in his seat, “you just made me cum in my pants like I’m back in high school or something” he huffed a shaky laugh, pulling you back in for another kiss as you smiled against his lips. “I’m not sorry,” you whispered back, he just smiled, “I know you’re not, but you’ll pay for it when we get home.”

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