{{Warning!!!}} Smut!!! Mention of drug use. Oral sex (f)
Nonprotective penetration.
AN: I don’t really write smut, but i had an idea of Josh singing to you as he brought you to climax, so i decided to write. I hope you all enjoy!
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“Holy shit.” you say as you exhale a puff of smoke. Coughing, you hand the bowl to Josh. He’s facing you on the couch, laughing as you try to catch your breath.
“Is this your first time?” He asked as he took the bowl from your outstretched hand. His words dripping with sarcasm.
“Ha Ha.” you reply dryly. You roll your eyes and lean back into the couch. You stare at Josh as he holds the bowl up to his lips. He flicks the lighter, and the shadow it casts on his face is mesmerizing. You feel a slight tingle between your thighs.
Josh placed the bowl on the table and leaned back. Letting a stream of smoke escape from his lips. He turned to you with a smirk. You bite your lip as you imagine all the things he could do with that mouth. He leaned closer to you. You could smell the earthy scent radiating off of him. He put his head on your shoulder.
“What is it momma?”
Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. You loved that pet name.
“I was just admiring how sexy you look.”
He let out a soft laugh as his hand slowly slid to the top of your thigh. The tingle you felt between your legs was getting stronger.
“Me?” he said in a soft, raspy voice. He moved his lips to your ear and whispered “Have you seen yourself momma? You’re radiant.”
You felt a shiver run down your spine. You closed your eyes as he began to leave a trail of soft, feathery kisses down the side of your neck. The hand that was on your thigh, was slowly making its way up your stomach. He let out a quiet moan as his hand found your chest. He started to gently massage one breast, then the other through your shirt.
“Lets move this to the bedroom. I need to get these clothes off of you.” He stood up, and you focused on the outline of his semi-hard cock straining against his khaki shorts. He noticed you staring and gave you a wink. “See what you do to me, woman?”
You grabbed his hand, and he lifted you off of the couch. He led you down the hallway to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs. He lifted your shirt over your head and started trailing kisses down your stomach.
“You’re so soft and smooth baby.” He looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes and you melted. He always knew what to do and say to make you weak in the knees. You intertwined your fingers into his soft curly hair and gave a soft tug.
You couldn’t believe this beautiful man was yours. The rock god, Josh Kiszka, was the one who wanted you. The man thousands of women screamed for. He was yours. And he was putty in your hands. As were you in his. You let out a sigh as you tilted your head back, just basking in the thought. He started to slide your shorts down your legs. He tapped your calf softly, signaling you to step out of them.
He stood up and spun you around, laying you softly on the bed. You watched as he removed his white t-shirt and shorts. His gold “J” necklace swinging gently around his neck. He crawled his way up to you and your lips connected. He swept his tongue over your bottom lip then biting it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The feeling of his bare chest against yours made you moan against his lips.
You could feel him smile against your mouth. He lifted his head and stared down at you with sheepish eyes. “You’re so beautiful momma.” He moved his hand up to your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipple softly. Your back arched off the bed slightly as you melted into his touch. He leaned down and took your nipple into his warm, hungry mouth. You bit your lip as you watched him. His eyes locked on yours as his tongue teased your swollen peak of flesh.
“Oh Josh. Your mouth feels so good.”
He removed his mouth with a pop and smiled. “Would you like to feel my mouth somewhere else?”
You felt your heart skip a beat. You could only nod, afraid you would only squeak if you had to talk. He slid his hand down your chest, stomach, and stopped on the elastic band of your panties. He leaned down and crashed his mouth into yours, sliding his tongue through your parted lips. You sucked on it gently, making him let out a whimpered moan. He moved his lips from yours as he started his decent. You watched him intensely as he hooked his pointer fingers onto either side of your panties and slowly pulled them down.
When he removed them, he held them in his hand and with his eyes locked on yours, he brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled back as he breathed you in. You felt your breath hitch as you watched him. It was possibly one of the hottest things he had ever done.
He looked back down at you and smiled. “You smell so fucking sexy momma.” He tossed your panties over his shoulder and laid on his stomach in-between your legs. You could feel his warm breath wash over your wet heat. He looked up at you as he stuck out his tongue, slowly running it over your clit. You watched him as you let out soft moans. “Josh...please.” you whispered.
“What is it baby? Tell me what you want sugar.”
You raised your hips up to his mouth. “Please Josh. I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me cum on your tongue.”
A big smile spread over his face. “That’s my slutty girl.” He dove his tongue into your folds. He flicked his tongue over your wet folds, making you cry out.“Fuck Josh!” you moaned as you leaned your head farther back into the pillow. Your back arched and your fingers reached hungerly for his hair. He moaned against your throbbing heat as you held on to his hair. He wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked. You bucked your hips up as you felt your orgasm build in your stomach. “J-Josh....baby...i’m gonna cum.”
He took that as a cue to step it up. He slid his tongue down to your entrance, and stuck it in. He used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You almost instantly let go. You looked down at him, and when his eyes met yours you came undone.
You screamed his name and curses as he gently licked your throbbing, swollen clit, slowly bringing you back down to him. When you slightly recovered, you pulled him up to you, kissing his wet mouth. You loved to taste the mixture of his lips, and your juices. He pulled back and looked down at you with soft eyes.
“Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy baby? I want you to cum on my cock.”
You nodded as you leaned up to kiss him. He reached his hand between your legs, searching for your wet aching cunt. He played with your clit, rolling it in his fingers, flicking it until you were shaking beneath him. "Get on your knees. Now."
He moved off of you to stand on the side of the bed. You sat up and crawled over to him. You kissed him hard, bighting his bottom lip. He embraced you as your lips explored one another. As he pulled back, he did a twirl motion with his finger. You smirked as you turned around.
“Ass up momma”
You did as you were told. He gave you a smack on your ass. “Damn you have such a beautiful ass.” You laid your head on the mattress as he lined up with your entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, before he slowly started to fill you up.
You moaned into the sheets, squirming a little, wanting him to go in deeper. He reached the hilt and moaned as his entire cock was buried inside of you. “Fuck baby. You’re so warm and wet for me. Did my pussy miss me?”
You moaned your response. He started to fuck you slowly, digging his fingers into your sides. You lifted your head and looked back at him. “Sing to me Josh.” He was quiet for a moment, only groans and moans as he slowly slid his cock in and out of you.
“Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, i’ve done my time, whoa-oh”
You let a smile creep over your lips. He reached up and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back towards him. He put his other hand around your neck.
“Behold visions of burning skies. Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” he sang into your ear with the rasp of sex in his voice. You closed your eyes as he pounded deep into you.
“Are we prisoners or renegades?” He squeezed your neck harder. “Oh fuck baby, I'm close.” He let out a few moans as he leaned his head back.
“Well i’ve done my time, whoa-oh.” He sang breathlessly into the warm air surrounding you both. You moaned with him. His cock slamming into your pussy, and his beautiful voice was bringing you so close to the edge. “Yes baby. keep singing to me.”
He pulled you up by your hair so your back was flush with his chest. His hand still gripping your neck, he leaned close to your ear. “Behold visions of burning skies..........Alas.....Babylon, whoa, whoa.....fuck.” He whimpered. He moaned though his teeth as he filled you up with his warm cum. The feeling of him releasing inside of you was enough to send you over the edge. You fell back into him as you came on his cock. He held you until you stopped shaking, then laid you both back on the bed.
You rolled over to face him and let out a little giggle. He smiled at you with tired eyes. “What is it baby? What’s so funny?”
You let out a sigh. “I just love having my own songbird.”
He moved closer to you and kissed the tip of your nose. “Lucky you.” he winked and tapped your thigh gently. “I’ll go get the bath started. How about you order some food." You nodded and snuggled into him for a minute. He was right. You felt very lucky to be loved by him.
MEETING THE MASTER DEBUT. THE BRIDGEPORT SUIT. JELVIS. JARMONICA. THE LONG ASS EARRING. THE FUCKING BIG ASS CAMERA. THE FACT THIS WASN'T THE LAST SHOW.
Warnings: graphic sexual content, very light impact play, explicit language, overstimulation, etc.
Just a little something quick I whipped up because my life is now an absolute dumpster fire thanks to Jake and his eyeliner. Fairly lazy editing, my apologies in advance ❤️
Sexy? Yes, you had expected that. A feral crowd calling forth that smirk of his that proves he knows exactly what he’s doing. The wicked gleam in his eye that says ‘they want me and I love it’, you had expected that too.
What you didn’t expect, was the wild, white-hot flame that would be stoked way down deep inside you. The moment he appeared, a rock and roll angel…wings hidden beneath his jacket, you wanted to fall to your knees with a warm, wet, open mouth offering a home for his cock.
Eye liner. A sweep of charcoal along his lash line, expertly applied, rendering his gaze even more beautiful than usual. No man has any business being that pretty. Gorgeous, really. Feminine in the most delicious way. In the way that serves as a testament to the unwavering confidence and security in his own skin he possesses.
You had wanted him then, badly. Wanted to climb into his lap and kiss his lovely face, to suck on his bubble gum pink tongue, to rock your hips against him until he was so hard neither of you could bear it any longer.
Yes, you’d been down astronomically bad then, but now? Watching him destroy his guitar, fingers flying along the frets so rapidly they’re no more than a blur. Sweat glistening and rolling down his chest like diamonds as he flirts with the audience, stealing heart after heart, liner now smudged and messy from exertion…now your need is nearly painful.
If he were to curl a finger at you, you’d make your way over from side-stage and bow to his every whim…audience be damned.
You have to have him, and you don’t want him on the bus where you’re both forced to be gentle and quiet lest the others hear (although you’re fairly certain they still do from time to time). No, you want to fuck, with him behind you, looking like a whore of a pirate who stepped foot on dry land and somehow ended up here.
Never before have you ducked out before the end of their set, but there’s a first time for everything. If he swaggers off stage like usual - an arm will be wrapped around your waist in greeting as he bullshits with his brothers about the show…what went wrong, what went right, what might go wrong and right next time, it will carry on and on.
Normally you don’t mind. In fact, you enjoy it. But if you’re forced to stand around aching and fiending for the fix only he can bestow, you very well might begin tearing into him right in front of the others.
If he leaves the stage and his gaze doesn’t land on you immediately, he’ll forgo the post show back and forth in favor of hunting you down.
And it is to that end, that you find yourself waiting, not so patiently, in his dressing room.
It feels like an eternity, and exasperation is beginning to creep in when the door swings open.
“Where’d you go, baby?” He smiles through heavy pants of breath. “Were we that awful tonight?”
“Lock the door.”
“Why?” He looks confused.
Your patience is wearing incredibly thin. You want him just like this - covered in sweat, post show adrenaline coursing through his veins like the sweetest drug, screams of adoration still rattling about in his head “Just lock the fucking door, Jake.”
He reaches back and pushes the tiny button on the handle, eyes on you all the while, a quiet groan of lust escaping him when you lean over the vanity and hike your dress up over your hips. Panties are next to go, shoved down mid-thigh, blush pink lace as soaked and warm as your cunt.
“Look at you, my poor, pretty little thing. Does baby need some attention?” His voice is slightly hoarse. Always a tell as to how turned on he is. The man has no poker face when it comes to being buried inside you.
His reflection grows nearer in the mirror and your desire kicks into overdrive, shaking through your system until you’re practically vibrating with it.
“Fuck me.” It ribbons off your tongue with a tremble clutching at your throat. Twisting and squeezing in perfect time with the thunderous pounding of your heart.
His hands wrap around the curve of your waist, Chelsea boot kicking your legs further apart.
Your eyes burn into one another’s for a moment, the air in the room so thick with sexual tension that if you closed your eyes you might believe you were wandering through early morning fog.
He jerks your hips back against him, just to torture you with the heat of his hard cock, and that sets in motion what seems like a thousand movements.
Leaning forward, he sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder until you whine out in blissful pain, and then there is his finger, sneaking under the strap of your bra resting beside the mark of his teeth.
“Let me see them.” He snaps the elastic and then slides his hand between your thighs, growling low in his chest when he finds you dripping and clenching around nothing.
You chase his fingers as he teases them around, giving you just enough to pull whimper after needy whimper out of you.
“I said let me see them.” He sounds harsh and demanding, but you can see love behind the darkness in his eyes.
Yanking down on the neck of your dress, you take the cups of your bra along for the ride, leaving you nothing more than a half-dressed disheveled whore for him.
And that’s fine by you. You’d rather be a whore for him than a lady for someone else.
His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip as, at last, he finally slips two fingers inside you. “Look how fucking beautiful you are, baby. Play with them for me, and make it hurt. I know you like it.”
He feels you clench viciously around his touch the moment you take hold of your taught nipples, wrenching and tugging at them.
“You’re sucking me right in,” his breath is catching and hitching in his lungs. “I fucking love your cunt. So tight and hot. Velvet soft. Pink and greedy. What’s got her so worked up? Tell me.”
You try your hardest to collect your thoughts, but with his fingers circling into the spot only he has ever found, it’s nearly impossible.
In the end, it doesn’t matter, he figures it out for himself when you glance up and catch sight of the smoky eye his ruined liner has created…your eyes roll back in your head and he knows.
“There it is.” He sounds like sex drenched detective who has just cracked a case. “You like that? You like it when I look pretty for my sweet little whore of a fuck toy?”
“Yes…” the word drags out of you as you push back to meet his hand frantically. “Fuck me, Jake. Please, I need it. I need it so fucking bad.”
The teeth of his zipper hum open and suddenly you’re stuffed full in one smooth roll of his hips.
“Yeah,” a cocky smirk ghosts over his lips. “You’re soaked, baby. You love it, don’t you? You wanna paint my lips cherry red so I can kiss it all over this gorgeous pussy?”
You smack your palm harshly against the polished wood you’re bent over, biting down on your lip feverishly in an effort to keep quiet.
He reaches around and tugs it free…he wants every sound. Every moan and sigh, every call of his name. “Tell me I’m pretty.”
A flash of heat explodes in your chest, spider cracking all the way down to your toes.
Hand slipping downward, he wraps his grip around your neck, squeezing as if he’s trying to coax praise off your tongue with his touch. “Say it.”
“You’re so pretty, Jake…” each word is followed by a tiny gasp for air as he fucks into you harder and faster “A fucking princess with a cock. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He groans out an animalistic noise that springs goosebumps to life on your skin. His head falls back and you’re reminded of stage Jake, practically fucking his guitar, losing himself in the haunting notes his talented fingers call forth.
Once again, he finds your eyes in the mirror. “Come on, baby, cum for me. I’m so fucking close.” A shiver ripples through him as his cock jerks wildly deep inside you.
“Go ahead, Jakey…” you can’t tear your eyes away from him. “Give it to me.”
He shakes his head, sending his layers whipping around. “You first. I need to feel it. Fuck…be a good girl and do as you’re told…cum on my cock.”
A wail of a whine tumbles out of you, as you tighten around him like a silken fist.
“It's pretty, too.”
You’ve hardly made a sound, but he catches it.
“Is it?” The question drifts out with a hint of a slur - he’s completely drunk on you. “A pretty cock for a beautiful cunt.” He cracks a sharp smack against the outside of your thigh. “Now give it the fuck up, baby girl. I want it.”
Your muscles jerk and tense up tight as a drum listening to his teeth click together with a clenched jaw as he fights his own need. “C’mon sweetheart, please…”
The effort was valiant, but he loses the battle, and with a hushed call of your name, the sinful heat of his release warms you from the inside out and you wish you could keep it there forever. A bit of him secreted away safe and sound within you.
“Don’t stop..” you beg as his cursing cries morph into tiny whines of overstimulation. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He can’t deny you anything, so he carries on, fighting through it in order to get you there while you babble and moan incoherently, words peppered through. Harder. Right there. Keep going. Obscenities you’d be ashamed for anyone else to hear.
With the most endearing fucked out noise you’ve ever heard him utter, he sends you sailing over the edge, nails raking into the vanity, body shaking and squirming so intensely he is forced to wrap an arm around your waist to hold you somewhat still around his cock as it throbs and aches for mercy.
His forehead falls against your shoulder, tired, spent, satiated in the way he’s only ever felt with you.
Right here, you have all you’ll ever need…but soon, the spell is broken when you register the lowered hum of noise on the other side of the door. The place is slowly clearing out, the others are likely already on the bus wondering what the hell has become of you two.
There’s no time to shower, but you do your best at looking at least halfway presentable, futile as it is. They’ll see through you both right away, but it isn’t the first time your indiscretions have provided them with valuable material for their entertainment, and it certainly won’t be the last.
Warnings: eventual nsfw content (18+, minors dni), religious themes, blasphemy, priest kink, slow burn, enemies to lovers, more to be added
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So when you return home to find a young, attractive priest giving the Sunday mass, his honey brown eyes trapping you beneath a piercing gaze, the growing smirk on his lips should send you running.
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