Travel Blues

Lavender (J.M.K)

Summary: You pause movie night to give your boyfriend all of your attention.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff (aftercare), some angst if you squint?

Word Count:  just under 2k

Warnings: cussing, smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (M receiving), M!sub, penetration (reader receiving), not quite but almost degradation and brat taming? (reader is very dominant) 

A/N: The inspiration for this fic is Josh’s ass; just GODDAMN yk? Please read the smut psa section in my masterlist post!

You had begun watching Dirty Dancing tangled on your couch with Josh, him on his back with you laying on your side, your upper body held against his chest and your legs in between his own; however, now an hour into the movie, you found that the two of you had almost completely switched positions. As you lounged on your back, still attempting to pay attention to the screen across the room, Josh lay sprawled on top of you, the fronts of your bodies pressed flush against each other. He had been lazily peppering kisses across your neck for the last 10 minutes, occasionally adding the slightest suction or nips to your skin.

“Hey love?” you questioned gently.

The only response you got was a quiet “Hm?” as Josh continued his light assault on your neck.

“Considering you were the one to suggest the movie, you’re not paying a lot of attention to it.”

He pulls away and sits up, causing him to straddle your hips as he looks down at you with a faint look of worry apparent in his expression. “I’m sorry, do you not want me to do that? I should have asked.”

You follow suit, sitting up to face him, bringing your hands up to trace circles into the tops of his thighs with your thumbs. “It’s not that, don’t worry. I just meant, do you want to pause it so we can continue this. I want you to have my full attention, baby.”

A faint blush creeps into his cheeks as he smiles, “Yeah, I’d really like that.” he says as you reach for the remote, pausing the events unfolding on the screen.

Your hands travel to his hips as you look up at him. “Perfect.” you say, before his hands come up to the sides of your jaw and you bring your mouth up to his, lips coming together in a slow kiss. He gently grinds down on you, and suddenly the energy between the two of you changes, now charged with desire. You deepen the kiss, lightly swiping your tongue across the bottom of his upper lip, and his mouth opens ever so slightly in return. You grip his hips as he moves against you, and you feel him already hardening in his sweats.

Moving your hands to his ass you give a teasing squeeze, which causes him to grind down on you, a light huff followed by a groan escaping his lips. “You like that, huh?” you ask, smiling up at him wolfishly as you squeeze again, harder; this time bringing your hips up to meet his own. He sucks a deep breath in through his teeth and lets his face turn towards the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping your upper arms. Breath already uneven, he brings his face back towards yours, pressing your foreheads together as his lips ghost your own.

“Yeah,” he pants, “I really fucking do.” Your lips crash into each other, and you bite down on his bottom lip as you grip his ass, repeating your motion of rocking his hips into yours, causing a loud moan to escape him. You eat the sound up, keeping your mouths connected as you push him backwards so that he lands on his back on the couch, his head propped up on a throw pillow as you settle your body between his legs.

He lets out a surprised gasp, which quickly transforms into a breathy moan as you begin biting and sucking at the delicate skin of his jaw and neck. Bracing yourself on one arm, you let your other hand resume its position on his ass once more, bringing his hips up to meet your body as you grind down on him. You pull his shirt over his head, discarding it into a corner of your living room as you lower yourself back down onto him, exploring the now uncovered expanse of his chest with your mouth. Gasps and groans tumble out of his mouth as you palm him through his sweats, continuing your mouths descent until you reach just above his waistband.

“Stop teasing me, please.” he gasps as you wrap your hand around his still covered, painfully hard dick.

“Patience baby, don’t rush.” you purr against his skin, “I told you I wanted you to have my full attention, now you have it.” You take your hand away as you sit up, slowly bringing it down his thigh toward his knee and make sure he’s looking at you before you continue, “If you keep complaining about my pace, then I’ll leave you right here on this couch all hot and bothered for me, and you’ll have to take care of yourself with your hand. Do you want that?”

He shoots up slightly, panic in his already lightly glassy eyes as he props himself on his elbows. “No! No, please don’t. I won’t complain anymore, I promise. Just, please don’t leave.”

You bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t.” you reply sweetly to ease his brief panic, before slipping back into the more dominant role you had taken, grinning at him hungrily as you make your way back down to his waistband. “Since you begged so nice for me.” You look up at him as you slowly draw his boxers and pants down, his cock springing free, slapping his stomach and beginning to leak as you toss the remains of his clothes off to the side.

You position yourself in between his legs on your knees as you take him in your hand, slowly pumping with one hand as the other travels up his inner thigh, guiding his legs to open wider. You lower your lips onto him, kissing the head of his leaking cock, causing him to take a sharp breath in, whining when you take your lips away. You raise your eyebrows waiting for his string of protests, and when none come and you are met with only a quiet huff, you reward him by replacing your lips; this time continuing your descent, taking him all the way to his base in one motion.

His head falls back, mouth opening wide with a guttural moan as one hand grips the cushion below him, the other tangling in your hair. You bob your head up and down, eliciting a constant stream of gasps and moans from him as he begins to squirm beneath you. “I’m… I’m close.” He stutters out, eyes squeezed shut and breaths erratic. You immediately remove your mouth, a pained cry of protest escaping him.

“You don’t get to finish until I do.” you state firmly. “If you have an issue with that, my statement from earlier still stands.” He rapidly shakes his head, frustrated tears forming on his waterline as the hand that was in your hair falls across his stomach, his other fist releasing the wrinkled fabric below him. “That’s what I thought.” you say before standing up, Josh fearful of your prior threat before he watches you remove your clothes, which swiftly join his in a pile on the floor.

You quickly return to him, straddling him and immediately reaching down to align his dick before you sink down onto him. His back arches off the couch at the sudden and intense contact, his hands gripping your thighs and a pornographic moan leaving him as you begin to slowly lift yourself off him before sinking down once more. Panting, he manages to sit up, his lips desperately finding yours, his hands gripping your hips as you move up and down on him. Your hands tangle in his hair, giving a light tug on the roots at the nape of his neck, causing his head to fall back and expose his neck to you. As you begin to suck hickeys into his skin, he whimpers, tears finally spilling from his eyes.

“Please… Please I’m so fucking close. I- I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” He whines as you ride him towards overstimulation.

You bring your lips up to the shell of his ear. “You can let go, cum for me baby.” you say gently. With these words, he goes over the edge, half groaning and half-sobbing as he empties himself into you. You grind yourself into his pelvic bone chasing your own high, and find it soon after in a series of moans and curses.

The two of you collapse onto the couch together as you come down, breathing hard and limbs weak from exhaustion. You lift yourself off him, his cum beginning to leak from you as you lay together for a while, catching your breath. You turn your face towards him, and notice the trails left from his tears for the first time. Bringing your hand up to wipe them away, you press a gentle kiss to his jaw. “You ok love?”

He cracks his eyes open, still glassy and pupils dilated, and smiles softly at you. “Mhm, never better.” He responds before kissing your forehead and drawing you closer to him.

Relief washes over you, all worry of you having been too rough gone. “How about we go take a bath, how does that sound?” You ask, already beginning to get up and try to clean the two of you off with one of the shirts you had grabbed from the floor.

He allows you to pull him up to a stand, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck as you gently rub his back. “Sounds amazing.” he mumbles. You move away from him, taking his hands in yours as you lead him to your bathroom, arriving and plugging the drain in the tub then turning the hot water on.

“Can you pick out a bath oil, love?” you ask as you check the temperature of the water coming out of the faucet. He silently grabs one out of your cabinet and hands it to you. “Lavender,” you smile at him, “Great choice, baby.” you say as you pour the oil into the steaming water below. You turn the faucet off as the water nears the edge, getting in and motioning for him to follow. He steps in and sits down in front of you, relaxing against you as your arms snake under his, wrapping around his middle.

You press a kiss to his shoulder as you massage his aching muscles, reveling in his soft sigh as you place another kiss on his jaw. “Is it a wash day for your hair, love? Don’t want to mess up your routine.” you say, carefully keeping his hair out of the water as you await his response.

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m exhausted, I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” he mumbles, voice barely audible as he begins to drift closer and closer to sleep.

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me. We both know I don’t have the upper body strength to drag you out of the tub and into bed.” you joke, already reaching for his body wash. He laughs lightly and tries to open his eyes. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make this quick. We’ll just clean off a little and then go to bed, alright?”

“Mhm, sounds good.” he replies, just barely louder than his previous response.

You finish quickly and drain the tub as you dry yourself and your boyfriend off. The two of you make your way to your bedroom, and you have to all but wrestle Josh into a pair of underwear as he struggles, half-asleep, to stay standing. Deciding that that was enough for now, you guide him to your bed, barely moving the covers away before he clumsily climbs in, practically passing out on the spot. You laugh, getting your own clothes on and climbing in after him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pulling his back against your chest as you drift off, joining him in soft, comfortable sleep.

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

Anyway, happy Valentine's Day to Josh Kiszka, I hope it was a lovely day for him

We need more sub Josh fics around here omggg

Temperance

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! M (s) female (d). kissing, name calling, cursing, praise, slapping, slight degradation, ending, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, toy use, anal play, anal fingering,

“Please-fuck! Please,” Josh wined, bucking his hips up, trying to chase the feeling that you were now pulling away from him. The sound of the metal restraints clinking against the bed frame that were at either side of his head, making a smirk form across your face. 

“Something you want, baby?” you asked him in a seductive tone while bringing your thumb to the tip of his cock, wiping away the precum that was beaded there. Josh let out a whine and threw his head back into the pillow. 

You had been torturing him for hours. Letting him come so close and then ripping that feeling away from him without any hesitation. The first two or three times you could tell he was getting a kick out of it, a cocky smirk plastered on his face while he enjoyed the sight of you teasing his cock. Now, he had turned into a whining mess, begging, and pleading for you to make him cum. His chest now rose and fell heavily with each shuddering breath he took, and his soft curls now stuck to his forehead as a layer of sweat now glistened across his naked skin. 

Each round was different, you had started off soft and easy, lightly dancing your fingertips across his stomach and up his thighs. He looked down at you watching while he leaned his head against the pillow. His eyes darted back and forth from your face and then to your hand, watching while you slowly dragged it along his skin. You would giggle when you saw his muscles jump as your fingers danced over a sensitive spot and when you brought your eyes up to look at him you could see his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You had slowly worked up an easy going pace, teasing him with your hand and then with your mouth. The sight of him looking down at you while you took his cock into his mouth was a sight to behold. Josh’s brows were knit tightly together with his mouth parted in the perfect ‘o’. You could tell he was trying to refrain from bucking his hips up to fuck into your mouth by the way his thighs twitched underneath you. 

When you found him getting closer, alerted by his soft moans and whimpers that fell from his mouth, you pulled away. Josh would whine and shoot his body forward, the clicking of the metal restraints telling you just how badly he wanted to reach out and touch you to pull you back to him. The muscles in his jaw flexed while he threw his head back down on the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes and took in a shaky deep breath before opening them and staring back at you. You could tell he was a complete mess, but he was trying his hardest to remain composed the best way he could. 

Josh swallowed thickly and took in another deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he did. “Please mama,” he mumbled, his soft honey-colored eyes pleading with you to give in for just a moment. 

“What baby? Tell me what you want,” you cooed, rubbing the palm of one of your hands up his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Josh looked down at you and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Wanna cum,” he mumbled. 

“Hm?” you asked, gently licking your tongue over the tip of his cock. Josh shuddered and let out a soft groan, arching his back and slowly rolling his body towards you. 

“Fuck! Let me fucking cum!” Josh hissed, losing his composure. The look he shot you would normally have made you freeze in your tracks but given the position he was in you knew for a fact he could do nothing about it. 

You looked back at Josh and shot him a glare of your own, while you clicked your tongue. “That wasn’t very nice Joshy,” you replied back, pushing yourself up from where you were laying between his legs to now sit back on your heels. 

Josh’s behavior immediately changed, and you watched him soften his face, his doe eyes looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m sorry mama, I promise I won’t do it again. Just come back,” he pleaded. 

You pushed yourself off the bed, looking at Josh to see him looking at you with a confused expression on his face. You gave him a soft smile which he returned but you could still see the wheels turning in his head while he tried to gather what you were planning. 

You stepped over to the side of the bed and reached a hand out and stroked the top of his cheek. Josh turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You know you’re very pretty like this…fucked out and begging while your cock twitches and leaks for me,” you coo, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest. Josh sucks in a breath and watches your finger while it comes to a halt right below his belly button only a few inches away from his cock. Your eyes stay fixated on his face, watching his reaction but out of the corner of your eye you can see his dick bob up and down, eliciting just the reaction you were hoping for. The tip of his cock is covered in his own arousal. When you see it twitch, you also see the thin string that connects it from the tip of his cock to where it rests along his abdomen. 

Josh notices the sudden softness in your voice and perks his head, a small gleam of hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” he breathed breathlessly, “you think so?” 

You bite your lip and hum out a response of approval while removing your hand from his abdomen to brush away the loose strands of hair that now stuck to his forehead. “Of course, I do…,” you say, giving a soft smile, “But.”

You watch Josh’s demeaned change suddenly at your words and see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. “But?” Josh mumbles. 

You comb your fingers through his untamed curls and then grip him at the root, tugging so he’s forced to tilt his chin upward. “But you haven’t been behaving nicely and we can’t just let that slide now, can we?” 

Josh’s let’s out a small groan when you tug at his hair, but you can tell he secretly enjoys it by the way his cock twitches below him. “No,” Josh whines, “we can’t.”

You smile down at him and move your face close to his and press a soft kiss to his lips before releasing your grip on his hair. Josh moans into the kiss and you once again hear the restraints rattle. 

Stepping away from the kiss, you turn around and walk over to the dresser. “W-what are you doing mama?” Josh asks, his voice sparking curiosity. 

You pull open one of the drawers and begin to rummage around, searching for the one thing you had set your mind on. You push away a pair of socks in the back of the drawer, revealing the item you had been searching for. You smirk and grab ahold of it and then turn back to face Josh. 

Josh looks at you and then quickly glances at the item in your hands. In your hand was a fleshlight you knew Josh kept hidden in the back of the dresser. “Fuck mama, you’re gonna fuckin kill me,” Josh sighs, pressing his head back against the pillow. 

A smirk pulls at your face, and you start to walk over to the bed, opening the drawer to the nightstand. You quickly find the bottle of lube laying inside the drawer and pull it out. “You think you can handle it?

Josh swallows and looks back at the toy in your hand. You can see his breathing start to pick up again and you know you’ve piqued his interest.

“Yeah, yeah I can,” Josh rushed out quickly. You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, wondering if he would truly be able to handle it. 

“You gonna be a good boy?” you ask, opening up the lube and squirting some of it inside the toy. Josh lets out a soft whimper and quickly nods his head. 

“P-promise mama. I’ll be so fucking good,” he rushed out, seeming rather eager at the idea of you using his toy on him. 

You finish squirting the lube into the toy and then dip your middle and index finger into it, spreading the liquid around to coat the inside of it. “Fine,” you say, tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed and then proceeding to climb on it. You swung a leg over the top of him, position yourself a little lower on his thighs as you straddled him.

“But” you say, grabbing hold of the base of his cock, hovering the toy right above his tip. “You can’t fucking cum.” And with that, you press the toy down, agonizingly slow onto his tip.

“Fuck, fuck,” Josh groans, trying his best to steady his body that had already began to shudder. He thrashed his head from side to side, closing his eyes for a brief second while he desperately tried to fight against his body’s reactions. His thighs twitched beneath you, and you could feel the slight rock of his hips as he tried to buck them up. You placed your free hand on the side of his hip, pushing it back down into the mattress. “Uh-uh, you know better.”

Josh took in a deep breath, his eyes still shut. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat and with each breath he took, you could see his chest now rising and falling at a slow and steady rhythm. 

“There you go baby,” you cooed while slowly pushing the toy all the way down onto him. Josh’s mouth parted and a breathy moan pushed past his lips. You bit your lip and watched Josh while you began a slow and steady rhythm over him. His head was turned to the side, highlighting his strong nose and the tops of his cheeks which were now flushed with a light shade of pink. His eyes were still shut which made you turn your attention to his long dark lashes that touched the very top of his rosy cheeks. He always looked beautiful but seeing him like this was your favorite. 

Josh let out soft moans and whimpers while you continued to glide the toy over him. His hands that were restrained at his sides were bawled into loose fists, riding out the wave of pleasure that now coursed through his body. 

“Open your eyes for me. Want you to watch while I fuck you,” you whispered. Josh slowly opened his eyes, looking at your face with lids lowered halfway making him look completely fucked out. You peered back at him with a small grin but then found yourself letting out a low groan as you watched his eyes flick down to your hand that was slowly moving the toy over him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth which made you glance at the small gap between his front teeth. Josh let out a soft groan, leaning his whole body back against the pillow as he fully submerged himself in his own pleasure.

A cocky grin startled to tug at the corner of Josh’s mouth now knowing the effects he was now starting to place on you. You had to give it to him, even though he was in no place to try and provoke or challenge you, he always knew the best way to get yourself riled up even if your attention was fully placed on him. 

“Watch it,” you hissed, breaking up the slow rhythm by slamming the toy all the way down on him and holding it still so he was buried inside. Josh lurched forward but then was quickly pulled back by the restraints. His brows were knitted tightly together, and his jaw was loose, letting a moan escape past them. 

“Fuck mama!” he grunted, pushing his hips up against the toy, burying himself further into the soft, silky walls of the toy. This time, you didn’t try and push his hips back down and let him chase it, knowing you soon were going to rip it away. 

“Yeah?” you quipped, cocking a brow at him while you slowly pulled the toy off of him and plunged it back down. Josh let out a hoarse moan from deep in his chest and nodded his head slowly while darting his eyes back and forth from your face to the toy. 

“Good,” you said and began a steady pace over him. Now the room was filled with Josh’s cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds that came from the toy each time you plunged it down on him. 

You let yourself watch, your eyes casting down to watch your fist gripping the toy as you worked it over him. Each time you pulled the toy upward, you could see the sticky mess that was created, clinging to the base of his cock and slowly dripped down to cover his balls. You felt your own lids get heavy with lust seeing the sight before you. “God, you’re a fucking mess,” you muttered. 

Josh met your eyes and slowly nodded while pulling his bottom lip back between his teeth. “I know mama," he panted, “you always make such a mess out of me.”

A soft groan left you and you flicked your eyes back down to watch. You kept the same steady rhythm over him and let your free hand start to rub against his thigh, squeezing and kneading at the firm muscle. You shifted yourself further back on his thighs, so you now were sitting just above his knee. 

With each pass of your hand, you let it come higher and higher. This time when you slid it back up, you let your thumb graze the side of his balls. Josh let out a groan, his eyes finding yours. You saw the enticing gleam in his eye, which made your blood start to rush with excitement. 

You slowly started to move your hand over and softly cupped his balls in your hand. Josh let out a moan and arched his back which only made him press himself further into your hand the toy that you were still working over him. You started to roll them around in your hand and you watched Josh’s reaction. 

He was a panting and whining mess with his chest now rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm unlike before. You could tell he was getting more and more worked up, but you weren’t quite done teasing him and the both of you knew it. 

Josh closed his eyes for a moment and rolled his neck, the veins on the side of his neck poking out a bit while he took in a shuddering breath before he opened his eyes and stared at you. His pupils were blown completely wide and the warm brightness that was usually held in his eyes was completely stripped away. “Please,” he muttered, his bottom lip hanging down a bit letting you see the saliva that coated it while his eyes pouring into you desperately pleading with you. 

“Please what?” you asked nonchalantly, pretending you didn’t have an idea as to what he was asking for. You cupped his balls a bit harder which made him flare his nostrils a bit and his eyes roll backwards. He shut his eyes for a second before he shook his head from side to side, clearing his clouded mind. His eyes locked back with yours and you watched as he tilted his head down a bit to further catch your eyes. God he always looked so good when he was begging…

“You know what I want, baby,” he whispered. 

“You’re right…I do know,” you hummed back to him. Your eyes then darted to the side, glancing at the bottle of lube resting next to you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and you watched as his own danced around your face, trying to figure out if you were truly going to give him what he wanted. 

You let out a sigh and nodded. “You have been really good for me….,” you replied, and you instantly saw Josh’s eyes grow wide with excitement. “But. I swear to God you better not fucking cum Josh,” you said through gritted teeth.

Josh quickly nodded, “I won’t, I promise I won’t,” Josh rushed out. You nodded and let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled your hands away from, keeping the toy on him as it laid against his stomach.  You reached to the side of you, grabbing the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You gently shook the bottle and then squeezed the clear liquid onto your pointer and middle fingers. 

You closed the bottle and tossed it aside as you began to spread the lube over your fingers by letting them rub against the pad of your thumb. When you looked back at Josh, you saw him looking back at you staring intently at what you were doing. You reached forward and took the toy back in your grasp, making Josh shudder ever so slightly. 

You started to move the toy back over him, picking back up the steady pace you were using before. You let your other hand move downward, grazing over the top of his balls before continuing their decent lower. Your middle finger was the first to make contact with his entrance and you slowly started to swirl your finger around it. Josh let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips up, making your finger slide over him again. 

“Yeah? Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked in a soft voice, slowly adding more pressure as you continued to swirl your finger around him. All Josh could do was respond with a nod of his head, too far gone by the feeling of you moving the toy on him and the added feeling of your finger as it swirled at his entrance. 

You wanted to catch him off guard, so you suddenly started to move the toy over him quickly which made him curse loudly and thrash his body around. You continued to work over him and when he squeezed his eyes closed and let out a loud groan, you slipped your finger inside of him. 

Josh’s breath was caught in his chest and his eyes quickly flew open and settled on you. “O-oh fuck,” he moaned, lifting his hips up to meet the rhythm of the toy as you pressed it down on him. You slowed the rhythm of the toy down just a bit and began to slide your finger in and out of Josh. 

Again, the sound of the restraint clinking drew your attention to them, and you watched one of Josh’s bawled fists flex outward before he pressed it back into a tight fist. You continued your movements with your eyes fixated on every part of him. You had done this so many times that you now knew exactly how to calculate when he would tip over the edge. 

The slight twitch of the muscle in his abdomen alerted you along with his now staggered breathing. You began to toe the line, switching up the rhythm of the toy and seeing just how long you could drag it out. Josh started to whine, and his shaky breaths told you just how close he was. 

“Don’t you fucking do it,” you hissed through your teeth, flashing him a stern look. Josh swallowed thickly and nodded his head. You held his eye contact and curled your finger upward. Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he turned his face to the side and bit down on his bicep to stifle his moan. 

“Mama please I-I can’t,” Josh whimpered. You let out a sigh and slowly pulled the toy off of him but kept your finger inserted in him. 

“Fine,” you said, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You knew even without the toy; he would still be just as close with your finger pumping inside of him. You started to pump into him with a steady rhythm watching his face and chest now become covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the light. 

You slid your finger out of him, rubbing a small circle over his entrance and then added your other finger and pushed into him. Josh let out a deep moan and threw his head back while you began to work both of your fingers in him. 

“Fuck baby feels so fucking good,” he moaned. 

“I know baby fuck- you look so fucking good,” you hummed back, taking in the sight of him completely losing control over himself. 

When you start to pump your fingers faster into him, you could tell that he was starting to teeter over that edge again. You didn’t let up your movements though, you continued at the same pace not giving into him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh moaned, trashing his head to the side. You watched as his dick started to twitch and the muscle in his stomach started to tighten. “Mama, I-I’m gonna cum. Can I please fucking cum?”

You shook your head and continued to pump your fingers. “No Joshy, not just yet.”

“Baby- ah fuck! Please!” Josh cried. 

“Don’t you fucking do it Josh,” you hissed. Josh tried to calm himself down by taking in deep breaths, but you knew it was no good. You curled both of your fingers which made him cry out and then pulled your fingers out of him, but it was too late. 

Josh cock started to twitch, and you watched as his cum spurted from his tip and coated his stomach. Josh’s head was thrown back against the pillow, his Adam's apple on full display. He turned his head to the side, rubbing his damp forehead against the inside of his bicep before he turned to you. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, and you watched as they softened and looked at you apologetically. 

You took in a deep breath, turning your head to the side and clicking your tongue against your teeth. “Thought you promised me you wouldn’t?”

“Mama please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I-I just…fuck it felt so good,” Josh stuttered out, trying to regain control of his breathing. 

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case,” you chirped out, “Then it’s fine,” you said with a warm smile. 

Josh frowned; a look of confusion come over his face. “Wait really?” Josh asked, letting a relieved sigh follow him. 

“No,” you said sternly. You immediately reached for his cock and grasped it firmly in your hand. Josh let out a whine and when you swiped your thumb over his tip, he bucked his hips up and cursed at you. “Still a bit sensitive?”

“Mmm, yes mama,” Josh breathed out, “very sensitive.”

“Too bad,” you said and then started to stroke his cock quickly. The combination of the lube that was still left on his cock and the cum that coated the tip of his cock, made your hand slide over him with ease. 

Josh’s breathing picked up again and his whole body seemed to twitch beneath you. His hands yanked hard against the restraints, and you could see the veins on the tops of his hands and arms poke out. “Fucking christ! Fuck you!” Josh hissed. 

You clenched your jaw and when you stroked him upward again, squeezed ever so slightly on his tip. You leaned forward, your face hovering right over his. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Josh’s eyes held yours and you saw him glare at you. “I said…fuck yo-”. He was immediately cut off by you bringing your hand up and delivering a sharp smack to the side of his face. Josh’s head turned to the side, and you watched him push his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You could tell that your sudden reaction had secretly turned him on by the way his cock twitched in your hand.”

“Fucking brat! God! And you were doing so well,” you said, clicking your tongue against your teeth. Josh let out a deep sigh, but you could see the corner of his lip twitching as he forced away a smile. You did the same and pressed a soft kiss to his nose before straightening yourself back up over top of him. 

You continued to stroke your hand over him, and you watched his eyes slip shut. It wasn’t long before he started to shake again, still riding the wave of his first orgasm. “Fuck mama, I’m so fucking close,” Josh whined. 

“Good baby good,” you whispered softly, sliding your hand up his shaft and twisting your wrist once you got to his tip. 

“Fuck! Can I? Can I please cum,” Josh pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. You battled it around in your head, but you knew you had put him through enough tonight. When you slowly nodded your head, you watched as relief flooded over his face. 

You picked up your pace again and when Josh started to shake you slipped your other hand down and pushed your finger back into him. “Cum for me,” you said, curling your finger upward. 

That was all he needed before he came completely undone, cumming harder than he had the first time. He squirmed beneath you, his legs shaking, and cock twitching as warm spurts added to the mess that he had already made on his stomach. You let out a hum of approval and slowed both of your hands, steadying them. Josh laid there panting before you, soft moans slipping past him while he rode out the length of his orgasm. 

When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes back up and gave you a toothy grin. You smiled back, pulling both of your hands away from him. You scooted yourself higher over him and leaned yourself forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you let your face hover only a few inches away from his. “So good baby,” you said, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sweat that was beaded at his forehead. 

Josh let out a deep sigh, his face now looking completely relaxed as a wall of exhaustion now hit him. “You know I love you, but can you please get these off of my hands,” Josh said with a slight chuckle. You chuckled back and nodded, leaning yourself up while you started to undo the restraints.

Once they were off of his wrist, his hands immediately grabbed onto you, holding you close to him. His hands slid up and down your sides, softly gliding along the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft him, sinking into the feeling of his gentle touches. 

“You made quite a mess,” you said, glancing down to his stomach. Josh chuckled and followed your gaze. 

“Guess I did.”

“Shouldn’t be too pleased with yourself, didn’t even tell you that you could the first time,” you said, cocking a brow but now hiding the smile that was on your face. 

“I know baby I know but fuck…you know I love your hands. They feel so good.”

You smiled at him and gave him a knowing look. “Oh, trust me I know…”

“Won’t happen again I promise,” Josh said softly, grinning back at you. 

“You say that but we both know how you are…you and that fucking temper of yours. So impatient,” you quipped back, pressing a kiss to the top of his cheek. Josh blushed a bit and rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah...I know. Now…let me take care of you,” Josh said and grabbed your waist and flipped you, so you now were on your back with him hovering between your legs. 

“Oh!” you said, raising your eyebrows while you looked up at him. 

Josh leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Hands up mama…it’s your turn now.” 

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Pretty Boy

You catch Sam feeling pretty.

!!!18+ ONLY!! Sub!Sam, Dom/Sub male sub, mommy kink [Very mild], p in v, unsafe sex {WRAP YOUR MONKEY IF YOU'RE GONNA GET FUNKY}, men in dresses. Smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst just for fun

“Sammy?” You called out, walking into your shared apartment. 

You heard some crashing coming from the bedroom, followed by a thud and an “Oh shit.” Growing concerned, you dropped your bag on the floor, “Sam, are you okay?” You asked, stepping quickly into the room, coming face to face with a sight from a dream. “Hey…” Sam trailed. You took in what you were looking at, Sammy tangled up in the white lace of one of your dresses. You knelt down, coming eye to eye, “What’s going on Sammy?” 

His eyes shifted away from you, but your grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes back to yours. “Were you dressing up for me? Hmm? Did you wanna get all pretty for me?” You whispered, tone settling on something verging on sultry.

“N-no…” your boy gasped out, cheeks going red with embarrassment. You scoffed, “I can’t believe you were going to keep this from me. Looking so pretty and having no one to look at you? Well that’s just not fair, baby.” You said as you stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you. You looked him over once more, tugging the dress so it fell properly against his skin, the sun shining through his hair, making it look golden in the light. “You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you?” You asked, blinking slowly, looking up through your lashes as his chest rises and falls. He’s silent.

You crack a swift hand against his ass, reveling in the way he gasps, “I asked you a question, Sammy.” You said sternly, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your body. “Y-yes, I- I’m your pretty boy,” He finally stutters out, breath hitching as you cup his length through the light fabric. A devious smile spreads across your face as the idea makes its way into your fore mind. “You sit on the bed for me, pretty,” You direct, giving him a light push, giggling at the tent his hardening length is making in the dress. You watch as he hesitates, “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll be right back.” 

You saunter to the bathroom, ridding yourself of your clothes from the day. You grab your make up case from the bathroom counter before making your way back to the back where Sam is waiting oh so patiently for you. 

“Tell me, Sammy,” you started, moving to straddle his hips, “What were you planning to do in this dress before I got home, hmm?”  

“I was-“ He swallowed roughly, looking away. “Ah ah, pretty. I was talking to you, eyes on me, darling.” You instruct, waiting for his eyes to meet yours again. He faced you once more, cheeks glowing red, blush spreading over his chest, “I was going to touch myself,” he whispered, ashamed. 

“Oh you naughty boy. Touching yourself without my permission. Especially when you look so delicious. Well. This calls for a punishment.” 

“W-what? No!” He exclaims, sitting up abruptly.

You push him back down, “Don’t get smart with me Sam. Naughty boys deserve to be punished.” You said, rolling your hips over his cock. You had his shoulders pinned to the bed, and you could feel his length twitching as his hips bucked up into yours. “You need this pussy baby?” You asked sweetly, laughing as he nodded, “Oh you’re so desperate, aren’t you? Hm. Too bad.” You giggled as you patted his cheek. You watched as he squirmed under you, begging for any type of release, whimpering at the lack of touch. He was always so desperate when you got like this.  

“I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna use you, and make you look even prettier, and maybe. Maybe when I’m done, you can cum. Okay?”

He let out a soft keening, moan, “Please,” he whispered, voice already hoarse. You smiled at him from your place above him, “Good boy, no cumming until I say so, okay?” 

You shifted off of him to pull your underwear off, “Look at how wet you get me when you’re so pretty like this, doll.” He whimpered in response, moving to pull the dress off, “Oh no, no. The dress stays on,” you stopped him, leaving the fabric bunched up around his waist. “Need you to look so pretty for me.” You said as you settled back into your previous position. 

 You reached for your make up bag, grabbing the mascara, and twisting it open. “Look up for me, doll.” 

You brush the wand against his eyelashes, watching as they become more defined. Satisfied with your work you sat back, pussy resting against his length. You felt his hips begin to move under you, you leaned back gripping his thighs, “Don’t get too eager. I’m in charge,” you say, reaching under yourself to palm at his cock. “Such a pretty little cock, only the prettiest things for me, right darling?” You asked as you lined him up, finally sinking down, gasping as he filled you ever so slowly. “Ah- Y-yes. Pretty for you,” He breathed, eyes clenching with pleasure. “Eyes open lovely, we don’t want you messing up your pretty make up, now do we?” 

His eyes flew open, focusing back on your body, hands reaching up to grasp at your hips. “N-need to touch you,” he gasped, and you giggled, “Need something to hold onto, huh honey?” Voice coming out stuttered as you bounce on his cock, head titling back as you take in the feeling. You slow your rhythm, reaching for the make up bag and grabbing your pink lip gloss. You lean down with him still inside you, “Think you need a little of this,” you say, before swiping the wand across his lips. “Such pretty pink lips,” You praise as you quicken your movements once more. 

You rolled your hips, grinding down on Sam roughly, gasping when you feel his cold fingers begin to circle your clit. “Fuck, such a good boy,” You moan, “you know exactly what I need, so good baby,” you cry as his fingers massage that bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk as you get close, soft breathy moans coming from the man under you. “Fuck Sammy, so good,” You babble as you ride him into the bed. The heat builds in your stomach, “feels so good, mommy,” Sam moans out, and with that your orgasm washes over you, thighs clenching round Sam’s hips, hands coming down to his chest to brace yourself as you ride through your orgasm. “Fuck,” you heave, head resting against your chest. 

“Was um. W-was that okay?” Sam’s voice sound small, you pick your head up to look at him, eyes filled with unshed tears, “Darling, what’s wrong?” You ask, afraid you had hurt him, or gone too far. “The- uh. The mommy thing… I’ve never said-“ You cut him off, “Sam, that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. It was great, you’re my good boy aren’t you?” You reassured, feeling his length twitch inside of you as you praise him. He let out stuttered moans as you began to roll your hips again, “Yeah, ‘m your good boy.” He sighs, hips rocking in rhythm with yours. 

You lean down to plant a kiss on his lips, still rolling your hips against his, his mouth opening with pleasure. You can tell by the way his hips stutter that he’s getting close, and well, you’re feeling nice. “’S my good boy gonna cum for me?” 

“Can I?” He asks, eyes shining, mascara smearing. “Fill me up baby, so good for me, my pretty boy,” You encourage, shivering at the overstimulation. “Good boy, give it to me.” You praise, clenching around him. “S-shit,” he gasps out, finally cumming and filling you up so nicely. “Yes, baby. Feels so good when you cum inside me, so good.” You sigh, circling your hips. As he rides out his orgasm, your drag your fingers through his hair, stroking his face. 

He breathes deeply, “we gotta do that again.” He says simply. 

You pause, before giggling, “Yeah.” 

You sit up, finally sliding off his length, gasping at the loss, feeling his cum drip out of you as you flop against the bed next to him. “Sammy?” You ask softly. “Hmm?”

“You can ask anytime to borrow a skirt or a dress you know? E-even if it’s not for something like this. You really do look very pretty.” You say, turning your head to look at him. He smiles, “I’m so lucky to be in love with someone like you.”

You share one more sweet kiss before heaving yourselves off the bed to clean up, and put the dress in the wash with some stain remover. (Maybe that one will stay in the closet from now on).  

Greta Van Fleet.

April 27, 2024. St. Louis, MO, at Chaifetz Arena.

Originally photographed for St. Louis Magazine.

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship 18+ ONLY

Danny x Reader x Dave !!18+!!

oral (m rec & f rec), p in v sex, threesome, mxm sexual activities, multiple orgasms, slight dom dave elements, slight dom danny elements, spitting, cum swapping, cum eating, one mention of spanking, feminine anatomy and pronouns for reader used, pet names, cuddling.

Disclaimer: this is purely fiction and not meant to speculate or drive a narrative between dave and daniel, don't like please don't read!!

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You and Dave had been dating for a while, and so far it was going well. He took you on dates, treated you to romantic nights in, and if you were being honest, the sex was amazing. But you had noticed the closeness he seemed to have with one of his friends, a closeness that seemed to be greater than a “we’re just bro’s” could explain. Daniel was nice enough, and he was cute too, but the way your boyfriend acted around him was beginning to raise your suspicions at their friendship. You knew Dave had been with guys before, but he never disclosed which guys.

You took note in the subtle differences of his behavior when Daniel was around, the grazing touches, the looks of subtle longing between the two men, and when Danny confessed to his recent break up, you knew you had to do something. So, you came up with a plan.

It was innocent enough, inviting Daniel over to you and Dave’s shared apartment for a dinner.

You wore an outfit you knew Dave liked, one that did little to hide your skin, one you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist peeling off of you later in the night, you just hoped his friend was willing to lend a helping hand.

There was a knock at the door, signaling that Daniel had arrived, and you knew it was time to put your game face on. Sauntering over to the door and swinging it open, “Danny! We’re so glad you could make it! We’ve been looking forward to this all week.” You cheered, reveling in the way his eyes looked over your body, then flickering over to Daves. You bit your lip to hide the smile as you waved Danny inside. “Thanks for having me!” He said, giving you a gentle hug before crossing and repeating the action with Dave. “Good to see you, man,” Dave said, resting in Danny’s embrace.

Dinner went by smoothly, both men complimenting the meal you had prepared.

After piling the dishes in the sink with a wave of “I’ll get them tomorrow,” you all settled on the couch, a nice bottle of bourbon teasing you from the coffee table. You eyed it with a grin, this is when the fun begins. You grab the bottle by its neck, “Let’s play a game,” you started, smiling slyly, “How about never have I have I ever. If you’ve done something, take a shot.” You eyed the boys next to you, watching as Dave raised a brow in questioning. “C’mon babe! It’ll be fun! Here I’ll go first, never have I ever gone skinny dipping,” you said, spinning the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. You watched a smile spread across Dave’s face as he reached for the bottle, “You think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, before pressing the bottle to his lips. Danny reached for the bottle once Dave was done with his turn, a light blush spread across his cheeks, “Danny, so scandalous,” you teased, “It wasn’t with Dave was it?” Watching as he sputtered and choked on the dark liquid. You smiled devilishly, “Was it?” You pressed, watching the silent conversation between the two men. “W- I. It was-“ Danny started, still coughing. “Babe, c’mon, it was a long time ago,” Dave assured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Oh don’t worry, I think it’s hot.” You said simply, before grabbing the bottle from a very flustered Daniel before pushing it into Dave’s hands. “Your turn!” You cheered.

Time passed as you shared questions, getting thoroughly tipsy, running through the bottle of bourbon. “Okay, okay. Last question,” you giggled, eyes shining, lips wet as you ran your tongue over them. “Have you-“ you paused, making eye contact with Danny, who was more adventurous than you thought, you’ve come to find out, “Never have I ever thought about having a threesome.” You shared a look with Dave, before eyeing Danny as you raised the bottle to your lips. Your throat was numb at this point, the liquor sliding down with out some much as a tickle. You held the bottle out in offering, “Well?” You sloshed it a little bit as you looked at the two men. It was Danny who reached for it first, looking at you with hooded eyes, questioning you through his look. You grinned as he sipped the dark liquid, watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. He gestured the bottle to Dave, seeming to already to know his answer. “Something to share with the class boys,” You asked, leaning back against the couch, legs spreading ever so slightly. So maybe you were being a little bit of a slut, but hey. This was for your boyfriend (and maybe you had been watching Daniel a little too closely at the shows Dave had taken you to).

Dave looked to you, blush spreading down to his chest, “When- uh. We uh, used to like fool around I guess, and- we’ve. We’ve considered the possibility.” And there it is. You gasped, hands coming up to your chest as you feigned shock. “Well isn’t this just a surprise!” You giggled at a joke that wasn’t told. “Y/N, it wasn’t ever like… Like serious,” Daniel said, at with that you sat up, leaning over Dave to meet Daniel’s eyes, “Why not?” You hummed, feeling his breath on your lips from the close proximity. “You can’t possibly think I don’t see the way you two eye each other,” You tease, leaning into your boyfriend, resting a hand on his thigh.

“So tell me boys. Why isn’t it serious?” You ask, eyes darkening, as your hand trails up to rest on Dave’s zipper.

“You’re into this?” Dave asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. “More than you know,” You said, maneuvering yourself so you were sat in between them. “Danny?” You asked, “Yeah?” He breathed, eyes focused on your lips. “Can I kiss you?” You looked over to Dave for approval, grinning as he titled his head in a subtle nod, before looking back at Danny. “Please,” He whispered, before closing the gap between your lips. You moved slowly, keeping your lips connected, shifting so you were straddling his hips, rolling yours against him as he deepened the kiss, his large hands pulling your body into his. You heard Dave shifting around, paying him no mind til he was behind you, tugging your shirt off, breaking the kiss and exposing your chest. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” Danny gasped as he took in this new sight of you. You giggled, leaning back into Dave’s chest, craning your neck so you could kiss him as you rolled your hips against Danny’s loving the feeling of his hands on you. You broke the kiss with Dave, chest heaving, “Bedroom?” He asked, eyes blown wide with lust. You nodded, moving off of Danny’s lap, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

You spread yourself out on the bed, patting the space next to you, Dave took the hint and laid himself out, you waste no time in straddling him, taking in a deep breath as you unbutton his shirt, taking it off of him slowly. You turned, meeting Danny’s gaze from where he stood next to the bed, you reached for him, tugging his shirt off. You moved so were standing in front of him, hands reaching for his zipper. Sinking down to your knees, you tugged his pants down, revealing his boxers, his hard on straining against the thin fabric. “Fuck Y/N,” He moaned from above you, “You want my mouth Danny?” You asked, palming his length. “Shit, yes.” He hissed, and with the confirmation you tugged his boxers down, freeing his dick. “Fuck you’re big,” you breathed, taking in the sight of him. You mouthed against his length before taking his tip in between your lips. A muffled moan from above you caught your attention, looking up through your lashed, the sight was enough to soak your underwear. Dave’s chest heaved as he tangled his fingers in Daniel’s hair, kissing him feverishly. You popped off Danny’s length, “Fuck that’s so hot,” You whimpered before taking Danny back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length, grasping at his hips. You moved your hands around the length you couldn’t reach, you hummed, the vibration pulling a sweet sound from Danny’s throat. You sunk deeper, taking him into your throat, holding back a gag as he began to rock his length into your mouth. You looked up once more, a few stray tears making their way down your face. “Shit baby, you look so beautiful taking his cock right now,” Dave moaned, meeting your gaze. “Her mouth his so good,” Daniel gasped out, tangling his fingers in your hair. “So good,” Dave praised in response.

Daniel pushed you off gently, “Sorry, sorry. I don’t want to cum yet,” He laughed, voice sounding fucked out already. You smiled, “We don’t have to stop at just once,” you said, voice rough from the abuse, giggling at the way his eyes widen. “Come up here baby,” Dave instructed, helping you stand, tugging off your shorts and underwear as he does so. “Lay down, darling. You put this all together, hmm?” He asked, smiling as you nod. “I think a proper thanks is in need then, what do you think Daniel?” You watched for his response, hole clenching around nothing as he licked his lips and nodded. “You should hear the noises she makes when you put your mouth on her. Go ahead, try it.” Dave instructs, his subtle hint of dominance revealing itself. Your stomach tightens as you watch Danny position himself in between your legs. He wastes no time diving in. Tongue sliding beautifully in between your folds, nose bumping ever so slightly into your clit, giving you that delicious stimulation. You gasp as his tongue licks up into your pussy, whimpering as he brings a hand up to gently circle your bundle of nerves. “Let those noises out baby, sing for him. Such a pretty little voice.” Dave praises from his position next to you, running his hands over your body. Your hips buck as you get close, moaning out, “Fuck Danny, I’m close,” you cry, hands reaching down to tangle into his hair. You roll your hips as he works his tongue, “Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you cry, chest heaving as you works you through your high. Your head rolls back as he slows, heart beating like a drum, you glance down at him, watching as your juices roll down his chin. He wipes it away, “Best meal I’ve ever had,” he laughs as he sits back on his knees, his length still straining against his stomach.

“I want you inside me,” you say, eyes focused on his mouth watering length.

“Beg for it,” He says, seeming to shock everyone in the room, including himself, but he leans into it. “Tell me just how bad you need me to fuck you in front of your boyfriend.”

“Please Danny, I need you to fuck me. I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking of this for so long.” You say, desperation to be full leaking into your tone, not even bothering to check the reaction from Dave. “Shit you were right, Dave.” Danny laughs, “She’s such a slut for it.” You peer up at your boyfriend, a question on your lips, but he beats you to it. He pats your face, “Oh baby, you think we don’t talk about the things we’d do to you? You’re so smart putting this little thing together.” He teases. You open your mouth to retort, but he slips two fingers against your tongue before you can start, “Need me to keep your mouth occupied while Danny fucks you baby?” He asks, smiling as you nod, and suck on his fingers. “Open up darling,” He instructs, pulling his fingers from your mouth as you widen your mouth, he spits into it before shifting, and flipping you over on your stomach, slipping his length between your lips, sighing as you take him, “Shit just like that baby,” he praises, thrusting gently into your mouth. You feel Danny lifting your hips as he lines himself up, moaning around Dave’s length as he slides into you slowly. You rock your hips back to meet his thrusts, taking Dave out of your mouth just for a moment to moan out “Harder,” before Daniel slaps a hand against your ass cheek, “You’ll take what we give you darling, don’t get greedy now.” He growls before picking up the pace.

Dave guides his length back down your throat, ignoring the way you cough and gag around him, Danny’s thrusts driving him further down your throat. The feeling of both your holes being filled is almost too much, but the way Dave’s practiced fingers are massaging your scalp as he uses your throat is enough to keep you grounded. He pulls away for just a second, your moans, no longer muffled, fill the room. “Just had to hear your pretty fucked out moans baby. You know it’s my favorite sound.” Dave smiles, taking in the way you look. Spit smeared against your chin, mascara running as tears slip from your eyes, mouth open, constant puffs of moans falling from your lips.

Dave slips back into your mouth, grunting as you hum around him. You swallow around his length, “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warns, you hum in response, swirling your tongue, and hollowing your cheeks. His thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls back so just his tip is resting against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around the head, feeling his grip tighten on your hair, “Shit baby, just like that, fuck!” He grunts as he cums into your mouth. “Hold it,” he says, coming down from his high, slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you up until your back is flat against Danny’s chest, his cum still in your mouth. “Good girls share,” He says before connecting your lips, swiping his tongue through your mouth as he gathers up his own cum. You moan as he takes it into his mouth, pressing against you, as he meets Danny’s lips. “Oh shit,” you whine, letting your head fall back against Danny’s shoulder as you watch your boyfriend pass his cum between him and his friends mouths. You can feel Danny’s throat bobbing as he swallows, “Fuck, I’m close,” he pants out, thrusting into you roughly. “Me too,” You whine taking in the feeling of both of their bodies pressed against yours. Dave reaches down to your bundle of nerves, circling around it with two fingers. “C’mon. Cum together,” He pants, attaching his lips to your neck, leaving what’s sure to be a nice mark for tomorrow. Daniel’s thrusts get sloppy and he lets out rhythmic grunts as he thrusts, “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, and your stomach tightens, bringing you to your second high. “Cum inside me,” you beg, moving your hips down, pressing into the friction Dave is providing against your clit. “Fuck baby, that’s so hot,” Danny grunts, “Fuck,” he whines, driving his hips into you roughly, crying out as he reaches his high. The feeling of him emptying into you is enough to send you over the edge, moaning out his name as you cum, riding out your orgasm, clenching around his length as he comes down.

Dave slows his movements against your clit, and Daniel slides out of you slowly, you gasp at the loss and the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs. You flop against Daves chest, Daniel joining, laying down with his chest pressed against your back as he buries his face into your neck. “That was great,” Dave says, the first one to speak up. You giggle, before breaking out into laughter, “Yeah, yeah it really was,” you sigh, reaching for Dannys hand, intertwining your fingers. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he giggles, breath puffing against your neck. “We could make this work, y’know. All of us? Properly.” You suggest softly, the post sex glow allowing you to feel vulnerable. “Is that something you guys would want? You’d want me?” Danny asks, meeting Dave’s eyes. Dave nods, “Yeah,” he laughs, “Fuck yeah.”

“We can talk about it more later, for now, cuddles are in order,” you say, shifting so you’re facing Danny, Dave curled against your back, arms around your waist. You press a gentle kiss against Danny’s lips as he presses into you, before falling into that blissful post orgasm daze, a comfortable silence settling over the room as you all bask in the feeling.

Mornings Like These | Jake Kiszka x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff || Words: 716

You and jake share a quiet morning together.

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You blinked the sleep from your eyes, rolling over to see Jake still bundled up in the covers, his long dark hair askew. You sighed, letting a gentle smile spread across your face. You sat up, peering towards the large window adjacent to your shared bed, the sun streaming in, casting a soft glow against the features of the room.

These were your favorite kinds of mornings, when you wake up before Jake and can watch the way the stress fades from his face as he sleeps. He was always so stressed about the tour, wanting it to be perfect, and you appreciated the moments where he could be calm, quiet, and let the lines relax from his face.

Moments pass, and you relish in the peace of the morning, while Jake starts to shift. Turning over, he gives you a lazy smile, eyes half lidded, feature soft. “G’morning beautiful.” He mumbles before lifting up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You rest your palm against his cheek, “Morning baby, what do you want to do today?” you ask, keeping your voice soft to break the quiet ambience of the morning. He flops back onto his pillows, letting out a hum, “How about… We stay in bed, and you let me hold you.” He says, before moving to bury his face in your neck, you let out a surprised laugh at the soft kisses he leaves there, loving the way his arms feel around your waist.

"Well, if that’s what you really want,” You giggle out, wrapping your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. You lay there, holding each other for who knows how long, savoring the feeling of being in each other's arms.

The quiet morning is ruined by a loud grumble from Jake’s stomach, forcing laughter from the both of you. You sit up, pushing your hair into somewhat of a cohesive style, before stretching until you get a satisfying pop from your back. You sigh, casting a glance at Jake, who's buried himself under the covers again. You pat the man-shaped lump in the bed as you stand, “C’mon babe, I’ll make you breakfast,” You say, leaving the room and walking towards the kitchen. Jake followed close behind, not bothering to fix his behead.

He flops down onto a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You rummage around the kitchen, grabbing two bowls from the cabinet, pouring the cereal and filling the bowl with milk. You cross, placing Jake’s bowl in front of him, “Your favorite, my specialty, Cinnamon toast crunch,” you laugh, sitting down in your own chair across from him. You watch as he loads an obscene amount of cereal onto his spoon, shoveling it into his mouth all at once. “This is great babe,” He says, words garbled from the food, milk dripping down his chin. You scoff at him, wrinkling your nose at his habits, “Ew, Jake.” You laugh, before taking your own bite, he pulls a face at you, making you snort, effectively shooting cereal milk out of your nose.

You laugh, coughing and sputtering on the meal, trying to catch your breath as Jake cackles at you. “You should’ve seen your face!” He squeals between laughs, he slams his hand down on the table as he calms down. “Sorry, that was great, y/n, truly.” He cries, wiping fake tears from his eyes. You shake your head at him, wiping the stray milk from your face.

You grimace, “Cinnamon toast crunch doesn’t taste as good when it’s coming out your nose,” this causes Jake to start laughing all over again, you ignore him and finish your cereal before it kills you.

As Jake eats, you reach your hand across the table, feeling his hand slide into yours. “I love mornings like these,” you say, looking at him with all the adoration you can muster, hoping your expression get across your true feelings. “I love them, almost as much as I love you,” He says, smile cheesy and full of joy. You purse your lips at him, “you’re such a sap,”

“I guess that's why you stick around, huh?”

You roll your eyes at his dad joke, you’ll never get tired of mornings like these

Sub!Josh my Beloved, goddamn

🥳Han’s Midnight

Thoughts🥳

This is quite literally a filthy sub!Josh fic idea that I cannot make into an entire fic bc I have 2 Josh fics in the swamp as we speak. SUPER SMUT IMMEDIATELY BELOW THE CUT; MINORS DNI.

Okay but what if Josh made this face when you made him cum?

What if you started out sucking his cock while he ate your pussy at the same time?

What if you started off slow, just softly gliding your tongue from the very tip of his head all the way down to the start of his balls and back again? What if you went so slowly it was torturous? What then?

What if after doing this a few times, you felt him twitch against your tongue while he moaned into your heat? What if you got so turned on at the sounds he made that you took his whole length in your throat and swallowed it?

What if you did that a second time?

A third?

What if every single time your throat closed around him, he whimpered, never letting your pussy leave his mouth?

What if you involuntarily clenched your walls around his tongue every time you swallowed him? What if he responded by pulling you further into his mouth? What if you started taking him faster?

What if he broke the suction he’d created on your clit to moan louder than he had been? What if he whined as you took him faster and faster down your throat? What if he cinched his brows and said, “Ohhhh god, mama. Please.” What then?

What if you increased your pace still? What if he tried to keep eating your pussy but couldn’t because his breath kept getting stuck in his throat? What if all he could manage was a stray lick or two at a time before he gasped again?

What if he got so close to cumming down your throat that when you felt him squeeze your ass that rested in his face, you felt his hands trembling?

What if the second that he was on the tip of his cusp, you stopped? What if you swung your legs to one side of him and turned yourself around to face him? What if you let his cock slip from between your lips and watched it throb against his stomach while you sat at his feet?

What if you watched his eyes grow wide as he realized what was happening? What if his mouth sat agape as he gazed at you?

What if the shocked look in his eyes turned immediately into pleading?

Begging?

What if he was willing to do absolutely anything you wanted if you’d just finish him?

What if he told you that? What if he begged for you?

What if between heavy breaths he begged you to ride him? What if he told you that he needed to be inside of you? What if he told you that all he wanted was to cum inside your perfect pussy?

What if the second that you had taken half his length, his hips bucked up into yours hard enough for his balls to make contact with your ass because he couldn’t wait any longer? What if as soon as he bottomed out, a beautiful, thick cry pushed itself up from his chest and out past his perfectly wet lips?

What if as you continually bounced harder and faster on his cock, he continued to meet your hips in the middle, slamming himself up into your core the smallest bit further? What if his hands conformed to the shape of your hips, sternly holding you in place? What if he let out a sharp exhale each time your skin met, leaving him to inhale ragged breaths in between?

What if as you pressed on, you watched his mouth change from hanging slack to having his teeth clenched and his brows scrunched as tight as they would go? What if you felt his legs start to shake under you as you sank down on his cock again and again?

What if you felt his hips stutter as hot sweat beaded on his forehead? What if his grip on your hips grew impossibly tighter? What if he cried out through clenched teeth as he released into the depths of your core, an absolutely seething expression on his face? What if every muscle in his body stayed tightened until you’d ridden him through the longest orgasm you’d given him to date?

What if?

What then?

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