The sound of his sword unsheathing makes that space between your stomach and chest heat up. Butterflies begging to be cut down with that blade as they ascend from your centre, fluttering out through the space between your parted lips.
You see it glint in the moon light. As he raises the tip to rest nefariously at your throat. The razor edge coming to rest beneath your chin. Just the flick of his wrist and blood would be spilled.
"Sit." He orders, guiding you down with the gilded steel.
You lilt to the seat behind you and allow him to tilt your head back with the tip of his sword.
"Good girl." He praises, cocking his head to the side to appraise your pretty face at the end of his weapon.
A/N: You guys wanted Jake, so here it is. I know I said after all the other fics but, I decided it would be best to post it while the song is the hot topic. I seriously whipped this out fast af, cause there’s no plot. Just smut. All of you. Between something I stumbled across on Instagram and this song… whew. Anyways, I love you all. GO LISTEN TO EAT YOUR YOUNG BY HOZIER.
Often times, since it was only you and Jake in your apartment, you would slip off in the morning to make him breakfast. Especially when you both had a free day.
Jake could sleep through half the day, but only if you were right there with him.
Once you were out of bed, it was never long before he would go searching for you.
You slipped out of bed carefully, listening to Jake as he continued to softly snore, barely even stirring when your weight leaving the bed had moved him.
Making your way downstairs, you decided to forgo turning on any music. Sometimes the simple songs of the birds were enough for you.
You made it to the kitchen and immediately made yourself some coffee, pulling out eggs and bacon - simple things that Jake often enjoyed eating for breakfast.
You started to cook the bacon first, basking in the sunlight peaking in from the open window above the sink and the peacefulness of the apartment.
Once the bacon had cooked most of the way, you started on the first couple of eggs.
In the middle of flipping one of them over, two strong arms wrapped around you.
Even though you knew them to be Jake’s, it never failed to make you jump a little when he did that unexpectedly.
You kept your eyes fixed on the skillet in front of you, smiling. “Good morning, to you to Jake.”
Jake stayed quiet, sliding his hands down your body, silently taking you in… But as his hands went, so did the rest of his body.
He sank to the floor behind you, nudging your legs apart gently.
You attempted to turn around, but he stopped you. “Jake…?”
“Quiet. Just keep cooking, angel.” He said firmly.
His hands ran over your hips, perfectly smooth where your panties would usually rest and immediately noticed the absence of them. “No panties, huh? Naughty.”
You heard the click of his tongue. Something about the disapproving sound made your knees go weak.
Jake pressed a kiss to the back of your thigh, working his way up to your heat. He brought one of his hands up, spreading you open just enough to give his mouth room to work you.
His other hand stayed on your hip, ready to hold you up when your knees would positively falter.
He licked slowly from your entrance to your clit, feeling your body jolt and tremble above him.
“Oh my god-“ You gasped, dropping the spatula against the stove with a rather loud bang, splattering eggs everywhere.
“Don’t you dare burn my eggs, angel.” Jake growled from below you. “I’m starving, darling.”
Working his tongue over your clit, he listened in amusement as you whimpered and struggled above him - likely burning everything left on the stove, despite his warning not to.
“Jake, I’m gonna burn this stuff and then… then- oh, fuck!”
Jake pried himself from your dripping core, picking you up over his shoulder swiftly and standing up with you.
“Jake, what are you doing?!” You questioned breathlessly. “The food-“
A gasp erupted from you; your back hitting the cold marble island in the middle of your kitchen.
“Fuck the food.” Jake waved a dismissive hand, voice still thick with a sleepy rasp.
He turned around, switching off all the burners you had been using.
Crouching back down in front of you, he put your legs over each of his shoulders and went right back in to finish what he had started.
“Fuck yes, Jake.” You whimpered, pushing your hips into his mouth.
His tongue worked over your clit with such urgency, sucking it into his mouth every few seconds like he was a thirsty and starving man. His hands, calloused and strong, gripped at your thighs until your skin started to turn white around his grip.
The obscene sounds of him eating you, only served to make you both even more desperate. There were no longer soft sounds of food frying, just the lewd sounds of Jake sucking and licking at your core.
It didn’t take long - that white hot heat in the pit of your stomach was creeping up on you, ready to swallow you whole. Jake knew it, too, given the way his movements became even quicker.
“Jake, oh fuck, Jake.”
His name became a mantra. A prayer, of sorts.
“Jake, I’m so close-“ Your hips started writhing against his mouth on their own accord, chasing and chasing that sweet relief. “Jake, Jake, Jake.”
He groaned against you - drinking you in as he threw you over the edge, soaking his mouth and chin. His mouth never wavered, working you through your orgasm until he was satisfied. And even then, he wasn’t done.
“God, you’re so fucking filthy. Soaking my face like that.” Jake purred, licking his lips just as your eyes locked with his. “You taste so god damn sweet.”
He placed a kiss over your clit, smiling smugly when you jerked away from the gentle action. “What ever am I gonna do with you…?”
“Fuck me, that’s what you can do with me.” The words fluttered out, airy and sweet to his ears. “Right here, Jake.”
“Yeah? Right here?” Jake raised his eyebrows, undoing the tie of his sweatpants and pushing them off. “Right where we eat…?”
He smoothed his hand over the countertop beside you. “That’s so dirty of you, angel. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
You smiled up at him innocently. “But I’m not.”
Jake shook his head and lined himself with you anyway, pushing in to the hilt with a throaty groan. “Fuck.”
Your own moans followed, your hands gripping tightly at the edge of the counter.
“My dirty girl. Letting me fuck her in the middle of the kitchen like this.” Jake said, lending a taunting edge. “What if someone looks through the window while I have you spread over the counter like this, taking me like a deprived slut?”
“Let them watch.” You said, forcing the words out through your moans and whines of pleasure. “Fuck them.”
Jake pulled out of you, prying your hands from the counter by your wrists and hauling you up to a sitting position.
“Stand up and hold onto the island.” Jake commanded, helping you down to the floor carefully.
Your legs wobbled beneath your weight, even with Jake’s help. The counter served to be little support against the ruthless thrusts Jake was giving to you.
“Sweet girl, taking me so-“ He delivered a sharp thrust as emphasis. “So,” And another. “Well.”
“I need more, Jake. More, please.” You begged him, clawing at the marble beneath your fingers.
“More.” Jake scoffed, like the word tasted awful in his mouth. “So fucking greedy.”
He quickened his pace anyway, trying to give you what you were begging for. “Is that what you are? My greedy girl?”
“Ma- fuck, maybe.” Your voice was notably hoarse as you choked the words out.
“No. No, ‘maybe,’” Jake was quick to correct you, delivering a swift smack over the swell of your ass as he did so. “You are.”
His hand traveled up your spine from the bottom, all the way up until it tangled into your hair.
He pulled you up until your back was just barely pressed against his chest, while his other hand traveled down in the opposite directed to find your still sensitive clit.
“Is this enough for you?” Jake said in a mocking tone. “Or you are you gonna keep being ungrateful and greedy?”
“Fuck! No, it’s enough! It’s enough.” You cried, wanting to fall back down against the island.
“”It’s enough!”” Jake mimicked you, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips that you couldn’t see. “My poor little girl. Can’t even handle the heat now.”
You felt yourself getting close for the second time. Jake’s hand steadily worked over your clit, not faltering even the slightest bit when your hand wrapped around his wrist and tried to slow him down.
“Uh uh,” Jake scolded. “Hands off. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Let me make you cum again.”
Releasing a shaky breath, you removed your hand from Jake’s wrist and let him continue dragging you towards another orgasm without any mercy or sympathy.
“You gonna be a good girl, my good girl, and cum for me one more time?” Jake cooed into your ear, low and slow.
All you could do was nod, eyes squeezed shut and head tossed back, just letting your moans and high pitched whimpers fill the whole apartment.
“Yeah, you are.” Jake’s fingers continue their assault over your bundle of nerves.
After a few more tightly drawn circles, that sweet and unforgiving coil exploded in the depths of your stomach. Wave after wave of pleasure making your body shake against Jake’s, clenching so tightly around his cock that he could barely keep a steady pace.
“Mhm, there you go, darling.”
Leave it to Jake’s voice to single-handedly threaten your body with another orgasm. His voice was far too powerful. “Give it all to me. Atta girl.”
“J-Jake,” Your voice pleaded for his attention. “I wanna taste you. Let me have it, please?”
He already knew what you wanted.
Jake slowed his thrust to a stop, but didn’t pull out just yet. “Yeah?”
“Please.” You pleaded again, because It was all you wanted.
Jake pulled out of you without another word and stepped back from you to let you get down on your knees in front of him.
Albeit, they were watery - you looked up at him with the sweetest doe eyes. He always was a sucker for your eyes and you loved to take advantage of that.
“God damn.” Jake groaned, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip. His other hand steadily stroking over his cock.
Your mouth opened slowly for him, sucking his thumb momentarily when it slipped in briefly.
“Go ahead, darling.” Jake let you replace his hand, eyes fluttering closed as your mouth closed around the rest.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
His hands tangled into your hair, twitching in your mouth as his orgasm started to build back up.
“So good, angel. So fucking good.” Jake moaned, involuntarily thrusting himself a little further into your mouth. “Gonna cum in that pretty little mouth. You still w-want me to?”
You hummed around him, the vibrations earning another twitch and an animalistic groan that sounded as though it ripped its way out from the deepest part of Jake.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” Jake demanded, watching you with parted lips, brows knitted together. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna… I’m-“
With a final mouthwatering twitch, he released into your mouth.
The string of profanities that flew out of him were likely loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but neither of you could be truly bothered to care.
You slowly slid your mouth from around him as to not overstimulate him, swallowing down everything he’d given you.
“Jesus christ.” Jake huffed out a long and shaky breath, cradling your cheek in his hand. “You’re gonna kill me one day, I just know it.”
“Mm, no.” You barely even pondered on it, giggly softly. “But you might starve to death if you don’t let me cook your damn breakfast.”
“Oh, I’ll never starve.” Jake smirked down at you, offering his hand to you and pulling you up from the cold floor. “You’re the only meal I need.”
“Oh, whatever.” He wasn’t necessarily lying and you knew it.
“I am hungry now, though.” Jake admitted and laughed lightly, pulling you into his body. “You know…” He gazed down at you with those brown eyes that always made you melt.
“You should have let me cum inside you. I would have loved to watch you try to cook while I’m dripping down your pretty legs…”
A/N: HERE IT IS! The long awaited brat!tamer Josh fic. Not gonna lie, once I started writing this… I realized that Josh is most definitely a soft dom, if anything. I struggled with this truthfully. I wrote, deleted and wrote again so many times. I hope you all love it, though! I love and adore all of you so much. Thank you for your endless support <3 Lots more to come!
WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! light arguing, lots of language, brattiness, brat tamer!Josh, light sir!kink, slapping, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial/edging/orgasm control, degrading, a little praise, bondage, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.
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Everyone knew that behind closed doors, Josh was pretty easygoing. He constantly went with the flow of things… always playing with the hand he was dealt.
In most ways, you were like that, too.
Key words, ‘most ways.’
You and Josh were insanely flexible in the bedroom. Both of you loved to be submissive and dominant, depending on one another’s mood. You had explored many different kinks and such, most of which, you both loved.
Lately, however, you had admittedly spoiled Josh into being more so the submissive one. You had absolutely no issues with at first - in fact, you fucking loved it.
Until you started to miss his dominant side…
It aggravated you to no end that Josh wasn’t picking up your sly, playful little hints that you wanted him to take charge more. Your little moments of brattiness didn’t even seem to phase him.
You were completely lost on what to do.
Obviously, the best thing to do would be to just outright tell him what you wanted.
Where would be the fun in that, though?
There were little ideas floating around in the deepest crevices of your mind. Ideas that you scolded yourself for even pondering on for too long. Insisting to yourself that it would be ‘going too far.’
But what was really “too far,” for Josh? You’d never really seen him get mad… so, you didn’t really know.
Not really knowing, only fueled your curiosity and mild desperation to find out. Something about pushing his buttons just enough, until he finally cracks and puts you back in your rightful place, made your stomach turn with butterflies.
Sweet, devious, little butterflies.
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“Baby?” Josh called from what you assumed was your bedroom.
You got up from the couch, making your way towards the sound of his voice. Just as you thought, he was tucked away in the closet, searching for something to wear to the studio.
“Yeah, babe? You called for me?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, smiling softly. “You wanna come with me to the studio today? It shouldn’t be a long session.”
You mulled it over for a moment, considering that the ‘it shouldn’t be a long session’ statement, was probably not true. Your idea and his idea of long, were entirely different. But in light of wanting to spend the extra time with your man, you agreed.
“Okay,” You returned his little smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Should I drive myself…?”
He scoffed at your playful insult to his previous words. “I swear we won’t be there long, mama.” Josh promised, pulling his shirt over his head. “Just finishing one song. Remember that cover we decided to add? Of ‘The Great Gig In The Sky’?”
Retreating to your own dresser in search of a different shirt to throw on, You mumbled a soft “mhm,” remembering the song they had decided to add last minute.
Once you were ready, you both jumped in Josh’s truck and tore off for the studio - late, as usual for him.
“For fucks sake,” Josh muttered, glancing at the clock on the radio. “Jake is gonna fucking bitch at me.”
You gave him an apologetic look, unsure of what to say to actually sooth him. He was right, Jake was definitely going to bitch at him for being so late.
Throughout the remainder of the car ride, you tried not to let your anxiety get to you, thanks to Josh’s excessive speeding.
It was honestly a little bit hot; the way he gripped his steering wheel, the littlest bit of sweat forming over his nose. He was usually always running late, however today he seemed more antsy than ever to get to the studio.
Looking him over, trying to only subtly look over at him every so often… your mind started throwing filthy scenarios at you, rapid fire. Within a minute, you were getting hotter and needier than ever.
‘This is it. This is my chance to piss him off.’ There was that little voice again, sounding so like you, but nothing like you all at once.
It was a terrible idea to piss him off in his work place, but the situation couldn’t have played out any better. Josh was already frazzled. Jake was sure to add to it and who knew, maybe you’d be presented with a moment to throw your bratty two-sense in when it wasn’t asked for.
When you finally arrived, Josh practically slammed into the side of the building as he whipped the Jeep into an open parking spot.
“Jesus Christ, Josh!” You practically shouted, scolding him for his pretty reckless driving.
“Just come on, baby!” He was already out of the car and slamming the door.
You scrambled out, turning around as you closed the passenger door to see he was already sprinting through the front doors.
His name rolled off your tongue in a tired huff.
“Geez, Joshua…”
After having to sprint to catch up with him -barely, might you add- The two of you stumbled over each other through the door of the guys’ recording room.
“Josh, you’re 45 fucking minutes late.” Jake huffed, already showing a sour mood. His eyes followed his twin with a not so subtle glare.
“You’ve only been here 10 minutes, Jake. Shut up.” Sam piped up. Kiszka number three with a foul mood.
“Geez, can you let a man get through the fucking door before you-“
“Alright! Alright.” Danny’s firm voice cut in between all three of them, effectively shutting them up. “Let’s just get this song done and then we can all have the rest of the day to do… whatever.” As he finished, he looked up from his drum kit and flashed you his warm smile. “Also, hi Y/N.”
You offered a warm smile right back. “Hi, Danny.”
Josh scoffed, glancing between Jake and Sam in annoyance. “At least one of you bastards has enough sense to greet the woman in the room, before you start hurling bitchy comments around.”
Jake and Sam both gave you sheepish looks and gentle apologies. Of course, they already knew they’d be forgiven. You saw them all the time and didn’t care for the formalities that Josh was insisting upon. You just chalked that up to his snappy and anxious mood.
They didn’t waste anymore time jumping into the song and It couldn’t have been more than a minute in, before Jake was halting the whole song.
“Okay- stop, stop, stop!” Jake shouted. Everyone came to a grinding and agonizing, halt.
Sam was the first to look to Jake in annoyance from behind the keys. “Jake, what-“
“Something is off. It’s flat as fuck.” Jake cut his brother off, explaining why he stopped them. “Just… make sure your chords and notes are right while I check my tuning. Please.”
“My piano is always tuned, Jacob.” Sam commented smartly, splaying his hands out over a number of keys obnoxiously. “And I know my chords and shit are right, thank you very much.”
The cringe that took over Josh and Danny’s faces had you biting back a laugh. Jake paused his own movements, looking up at his little brother with an incredulous look.
“Can you… i don’t know…” Jake shrugged cooly. “Fix your fucking mouth!?”
Your eyes flicked between the two of them rapidly as you tried to bite back the stream of giggles that was still threatening to bubble out of you. Tensions were high, sure, but that didn’t make their squabbles any less entertaining - especially since you weren’t part of it.
“For the love of god, just fix your shit and let’s keep going.” Josh spoke up through gritted teeth, fixing both his brothers with a very ill tempered glare.
Sam and Jake both reluctantly touched up the tuning of instruments and checked over chords.
Once they were ready, they picked back up at the very beginning of the song.
Surprisingly, they made it a lot farther, not coming to another stop until Josh’s voice cracked on a high note and Sam waved his hand in the air to stop everyone. Again.
Danny just sighed, but Jake’s face turned red with frustration - as did Josh’s.
“Josh, come on, bro-“
“I’m fucking trying, Sam! We’ve recorded every single day this week! My voice is tired as shit and this song is very vocally demanding!” Josh defended his end. “In case you didn’t know that.”
This is it. Do it.
That little voice in your head made itself very known for the second time, egging you on.
You couldn’t take it anymore, so you pushed past the nerves and let your mouth take off with the brattiest thing your brain could muster. “You say that like you don’t sing every night on tour.”
Danny’s jaw was the first to drop, followed by Sam’s snicker that had Josh’s jaw visibly locking up in anger.
Josh’s eyes practically burned through you, melting you with their silent warning to shut up.
“She… she has a point, Joshua.” Sam finally cleared his throat to say.
“We don’t even perform for 7 nights in a row!” Josh raised, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Be fucking serious, Samuel.”
“Okay, enough! Can we just start over?” It was Jake’s turn to plead.
Sam started it off on the keys again, and you admired how amazing he was at it. You didn’t get to sit and listen to them without the harsh sounds of screams surrounding you, so this was a breath of fresh air.
They breezed through the song flawlessly, the energy in the room lightening up just a bit.
That was, until Josh had very obviously forgotten one of the high notes. He stumbled around, trying to find his pitch again and instead groaned straight into his microphone.
“Are you fucking kidding me.” Josh threw his head back in pure annoyance, hands splaying out over his face.
Every part of his body that you could see, looked tense and shiny with sweat.
“Josh, you said you went over this song at home….” Jake sighed, rubbing his hand over his own face.
“I did!” Josh snapped, leaving out how little he’d actually gone over it.
You took that as your chance to rat him out a little, against your better judgement.
“I don’t think going through it once in the shower is really ‘going over it’, baby.”
“Oh, shit-” Danny covered his mouth with his drumsticks, fighting to hold it together.
Danny, ever the observant one, shot you a cheeky look. He knew what you were doing. Based on Sam’s pink cheeks, he’d obviously caught on, too. Either that, or the tensions rapidly rising back up in the room were making him nervous.
“I swear to god…” Josh gave you a verbal warning instead of just a look, letting you know he was reaching his limit with your shit - exactly what you wanted.
Thoughtlessly, another witty, but poorly timed remark flew out of you.
“Do you want me to pull up the lyrics for you, Josh?”
Jake, Danny and Sam all busted out into untamable laughter. Between the heaviness in the room, Josh’s stunned face and the comment itself -considering there were not really “lyrics” to speak of in the song they were desperately trying to record- none of them stood a chance in holding it in any longer.
You and Josh stared each other down, the sounds of his brothers’ laughter fading out into background noise. The smirk on your face was full of pride and satisfaction, your eyes twinkling with the mischief that you were hoping he would finally catch on to.
His eyes narrowed until they were practically closed, looking threatening and darker than you’d ever seen. His whole expression seemed just out of character enough, that it was just the slightest bit unsettling.
Sam’s voice snapped both of you out of your lust and anger driven trances.
“Josh?!”
“What?” Josh whipped his head away from you and towards his younger brother.
“Okay, cool your damn jets…” Sam threw his hands up and waited for Josh’s face to soften - barely. “One more go? If we get it, great. If not, we go home.” He glanced around, waiting for the nods of approval from each of them. “Clearly none of us have good spirits today.”
“Alright, yeah.” Josh switched his microphone back on and sucked in a shaky deep breath. “One more time.”
Sam took the song up on the keys for the last time, the rest of the boys falling in perfectly.
Every so often throughout the song, one of them would look around nervously. sitting right on the edge of their seat, like something was bound to go wrong at any second.
But, they made it through the song flawlessly and you weren’t sure about them, but you chalked it up to ‘third times the charm.’ And maybe a little bit of anger-driven determination.
Josh’s frustration might have also played a part in the strong vocals… but who was to say for sure.
The song came to an end and the room was electric, full of new energy and life. Almost as though no smart comments had ever been made, or sour moods were ever felt between the five of you.
“Fucking FINALLY!” Sam stood up from his bench, clapping his hands together in uncontrollable excitement.
And Jake wasn’t far behind his little brother, sharing the same enthusiasm. “That’s what the hell I needed from you, Josh. That was it!”
“I think that was the one.”
Danny sat his drum sticks down and released the breath that one might have sworn he’d held the entire song. “It was too perfect to even dare try one more time.”
“Josh?” Jake looked to his twin, awaiting a final comment of approval.
“Well, I don’t know…” Josh shrugged, sarcasm laced in his tone. “What does my little critic have to say first?” He turned to you with a fiery glare.
‘Well… his mood was sure not changing,’ you thought to yourself.
“Oh, that time was perfect.” The smile on your face hopefully only came across as smug to Josh. “I think you guys should use that recording, for sure.”
Josh snickered at how you went from sly comments, to being sickeningly sweet within the time it took them to run the last recording.
“Great! So we’re good here, yeah?” Josh rushed the question out, picking up his things from the floor beside him before any of them had even answered.
“Yeah, I think we’re-“
“Perfect! Baby, let’s go.” Josh breezed through the room, cutting Danny off as he exited.
You glanced around to the boys, huffing a laugh at their half stunned, half amused faces.
“Yeah… Good luck with him.” Sam gestured towards the door Josh just disappeared through.
“Don’t wish her luck, she pissed him off on purpose!” Jake cut in with a snicker, subtly taking his twin’s side. “What possessed you to piss him off on purpose, I don’t want to know. Regardless, you’re crazy.” He turned his attention directly towards you, smiling knowingly as he joked around.
“BABE!”
Your head snapped towards the door the second Josh’s voice boomed down the hallway.
“Best not keep your man waiting.” Danny smirked, nodding his head in the direction of the door.
“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes at them. “See you guys later, I love you, ya fools.”
Their collective goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ were the last things you heard as you closed the door to the recording room.
By the time you made it back to Josh’s truck, he was already in there, buckled in and ready to speed back home.
You couldn’t help it… the smirk that started tugging at one corner of your mouth. Josh was staring daggers at you through the window of his truck, only making you feel even more accomplished.
Opening the door, it was deathly silent inside; very unlike either of you. There was no talking, no music, just the sound of the truck itself running.
You got in and buckled up, jumping in your seat a little when Josh roughly put his truck in reverse.
“Would you mind telling me what the fuck that was about back there?” Josh finally asked, speeding out of the parking lot. He hissed the words out like some angered snake.
His eyes never left the road, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see his muscles pulsating.
You decided to unwisely play innocent. “What do you mean? What was what?”
“I swear to god…” Josh slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “You have the next 10 fucking seconds to fess up, or so help me, I’ll force it out of you.”
An overly excited giggle bubbled out of you before you could even stop it and you quickly tried to cover it by clearing your throat.
Josh looked over at you with the most floored and annoyed expression you’d ever seen. “You’re seriously gonna laugh right now?!”
“Fuck! Maybe that’s what I want you to do, Joshua!”
To Josh’s ears, the desperation in your voice sounded much more like you’d developed your own little attitude.
“Do what?!” Josh practically yelled, pleading for you to give him some sort of hint, not even realizing you’d given him -what you thought- was more than enough. “What do you want me to do so fucking badly, mama??”
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe-“ You gestured around dramatically on your momentary pause for emphasis. “Put me in my goddamn place?!”
Josh froze, still as a statue in his seat. A dumbfounded expression flashed over his features so quickly, anyone other than his twin or you would have completely missed it.
Little did you know, he was putting the rest of the pieces together. His mind flashed with all the times you’d thrown him seemingly random and uncalled for attitude, or sly comments that he had always just brushed off. Weeks worth of memories piled up in his head within seconds.
Josh’s silence had started to worry you and you were silently pleading for him to say something - Which you were immediately regretful of wishing, when his eerily calm and collected voice cut through your ears.
“You’re shitting me… Right?” Josh looked over at you, and you wondered when exactly his eyes had darkened to the almost black color that they were. “i’d just like to know…” he began in genuine curiosity. “Where in your pretty little brain did you come to the conclusion that all that was a good idea? Instead of just straight up telling me that this was what you wanted?”
You were stumbling around in your mind, trying to come up with a better answer than just ‘I don’t know’ or, ‘I was scared.’ You didn’t find one.
“I mean… I don’t… I don’t know.”
“I’m just trying to understand, is all.” shrugging cooly as he pulled into your driveway, Josh put the truck in park just as aggressively as he’d put it in reverse just a few minutes before. “Because now, I have to punish you for weeks worth of shitty behavior… and I don’t think you thought that far ahead, did you, mama?”
A shiver ran up your spine, visibly shaking your whole body. “I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d get this far… no.” You admitted shakily.
Josh let out a low, barely audible hum.
“Go inside and upstairs. I want you completely naked and sitting on the edge of our bed, hands in your lap.” Josh commanded, looking over at you with a stone cold expression. “I’ll be there when I’m good and ready. I need to figure out how the fuck i’m gonna turn my little brat, back into my good girl.”
Your hand scrambled for the door handle with an embarrassing level of urgency and excitement. You all but slammed the door of Josh’s truck, sprinting to the front door and inside, as if some sort of demon was chasing you after shutting off a light.
Between the heat cursing through your body and Josh’s orders, once you made it upstairs, you were ripping your clothes off piece by piece. Even once you were completely naked, you were still blazing with need; heat pouring off your body like a wood stove on the coldest Winter night.
You sat down, placing your shaky hands in your lap and to your surprise, you heard the door open and shut just a few moments later.
Josh wasn’t going to come and tend to you in any way just yet, though. You sat there rather impatiently, listening to him shuffle around downstairs, doing God only knew what.
After a few long and agonizing minutes, you finally heard his footsteps growing louder as he made his way up the steps and down the hallway towards your bedroom.
When he appeared in the doorway, your breath hitched in your throat. He had obviously discarded his shirt somewhere downstairs, his belt was undone and hung loosely in the belt loops of his pants. The only light in the room was that of your bedside lamp and a small oil defuser, casting a beautiful, warm glow over Josh’s skin.
“Aren’t you just a sight.” Josh hummed in approval of the sight of you, bathed in the same warm glow.
“I’m surprised you actually did what I told you to, though.”
He sat the two bottles of water in his hands down on the dresser and laid his forearm across the top, leaning some of his weight into it.
“Now, before we dive into absolutely anything,” Josh started, his tone no longer dominant, but serious. “We’re gonna settle on the color system.”
“We have a safeword, Josh.” You pointed out softly.
“Yes, mama, I realize that.” Josh offered a nod of understanding. “But I don’t want to ever, EVER have to use that. So, color system.”
“Okay.” You agreed and waited for him to continue.
“Green, yellow and red. Green means you’re good and want to keep going. Yellow means slow down, maybe stop for a moment to check in, too, if it’s called for.”
You just nodded along every so often as Josh spoke, listening to him intently.
“-And red. If you say ‘red’, everything stops and we’re not going to continue on.” Josh raised an eyebrow in question. “Does this work for you, mama?”
“Yes, that’s perfect, Josh.” Your answer was just above a whisper. “Do whatever you want to me. Please.”
Josh gracefully pushed away from the dresser he had still been leaning against. “Good.”
Your eyes followed Josh as he made his way closer to you, until he was towering above you. He reached up and firmly took your chin between his thumb and index fingers.
“Look at me.” He used his grip to tilt your head back and waited for your eyes to lock with his.
“My sweet girl... Did your need to be fucked like a whore finally make you cave and become such a brat? Hmm?”
Your eyes fluttered closed, a soft whimper floating out of you. “Yes.”
“Pity.” Josh clicked his tongue, squinting his eyes at you. “I wanted to make this pretty pussy cry all over my face tonight, but now I don’t know if you deserve that.”
“You’ll cave.“ You stared up at him, giving him the same challenging look that he was giving you. “You always do.”
“You’re in for a rude awakening if you think that’s how tonight is gonna go.”
Josh growled, releasing you from his grip. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you for the rest of the night.”
Josh grabbed the buckle of his belt and yanked it out of the loops swiftly. “You ran your mouth more than enough at the studio earlier. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.”
Josh fiddled with the belt in his hands, taunting you with it as he leaned back over you. “Let me have your hands.”
You lifted your hands up and slipped them through the loops he had created. He took the belt and secured it around your wrists, tugging it to make sure it was tight enough for his liking, and your’s too.
He stepped back to admire you - naked and mostly helpless in front of him. It was his first time seeing you like that in a long time and he had missed it. A lot.
“Color?” Josh asked as he fought to break out of his own little trance, eyes growing even darker the longer he looked at you.
Your answer was confident, despite you shifting around in your spot under his intense stare. “Green.”
“Stand up, little dove.” Josh ordered lowly, tugging you up by the arm. His voice was far too sweet for the things he was planning in his head.
Once you were steady on your feet, Josh took your previous position on the bed and he started to guide you down across his lap.
“Tomorrow, when you come back to the studio with me…” Josh started in a low tone, smoothing his hand over the swell of your ass. “You’re gonna remember why you should keep that fucking mouth shut.”
Smack. The sound of it echoed through the room, the force of it sending you slipping off of Josh’s thighs just a little. He readjusted his arm over the middle of your back, holding you even tighter.
You choked on the gasp your lungs attempted to suck in. “Jesus fucking christ-“
Josh slapped his palm across your ass again. “And didn’t I say not to talk?”
“Fu- yes! Yes. You said to only talk when you- tell me I can.” You struggled to get the words out.
The mix of pleasure and pain was absolutely dizzying. You could feel the wetness pooling at your entrance, slick and warm every time Josh’s hand came down against your ass.
“So you heard what I said and still didn’t obey.” Josh tsked, bringing his hand down for the third time. “So damn hard headed.”
Josh’s hand soothed over your red, blazing skin for a moment, teasing around until he couldn’t help himself any longer. He slipped his fingers down to your entrance, groaning when he felt just how wet you were.
“Oh, little dove…” Josh sighed. “You’re so fucking wet. Do you just love this that much?” He was taunting you.
You nodded, lip still tucked between your teeth.
“Dirty little thing.” He caught you perfectly off guard with another blow to your opposite cheek, making you cry out loudly.
After two more, his fingers traveled back to your heat and teased around mindlessly, tormenting you.
You wanted to open your mouth and beg him, but he took your little whimpers as begging enough.
“Aw. You want my fingers, don’t you, mama?” There was that condescending tone again. “Answer me.”
“Yes sir.” You sounded and looked purely pathetic, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers.
A groan rumbled through Josh’s chest, clearly liking what you chose to call him. For a split second, he had to fight with himself to hold onto his composure and not start giving it all to you right then.
“That’s just too bad, isn’t it?” Josh circled the tip of his finger around you, but didn’t push it in even the slightest bit.
Your breathing quickened, much to Josh’s amusement. The light tracing of his finger was enough to make you scream out of pure impatience.
After a few more swirls of the tip of his finger and listening to you whine and whimper, he hauled you up off his lap as he stood, pushing you back on the bed before you even regained your footing.
“Put your hands up to the headboard.” Josh commanded, pointing to the intricately swirled metal.
Often times, you would voice your distaste for that god forsaken metal headboard. Josh was always the one insisting on keeping it, telling you over and over that he loved the way it sounded hitting against the wall when you two fucked.
Momentarily thankful you hadn’t given it up yet, you lifted your hands up to the headboard and your stomach twisted in anticipation and need. You couldn’t put your finger on a time when you had needed him quite so badly. The thought of him having his way with you, punishing you however he saw fit… it was almost heart stopping.
Josh finally joined you in the bed, straddling your hips with his legs on either side of you. The woodsy notes of his cologne hit your nose like a bone crushing punch, intoxicating you by the warmth of it - faint notes of vanilla making it smell the slightest bit sweet. His fingers hooked into the belt binding your wrists together and he undid the buckle, creating one last loop to secure it to the headboard.
With one hand supporting his wait next to your head, his other trailed slowly down the inner part of your wrist, all the way down arm, to your shoulder and then finally rested just shy of your breast.
“How’s this, hm?” Josh’s voice still held the dominant edge, but you knew he was checking in. “Use your words.”
“Do something, please.” Your hips bucked up subtly in search of any sort of friction against your pulsing clit. “I need something. Anything.”
“Anything?” Josh cocked an eyebrow, slowly shuffling back down towards the foot of the bed. He mumbled the word out one more time. “Anything.”
You watched him slip over to his dresser, yanking open the second drawer and pulling out two of his silk scarves that he sometimes would take to shows.
He let them dangle from his fingers as he made his way back to the foot of the bed, where he dropped them down and proceeded to smack at the inside of your ankle.
You knew exactly what he wanted and you exhaled loudly, sliding your foot right up next to the bedpost. He tied the scarf around you ankle and then to the post, repeating the same process with your other.
Your eyes closed as various emotions surged through you. Josh’s stare was steadily making you feel so seen, resulting in the slightest twinge of shyness to bubble up and mix in with the unbearable need and lust pumping through you.
Josh couldn’t look away, either. Stuck on how your body looked, glowing with the lightest layer of sweat. The way your chest rose and fell quickly - swearing to himself that he could see your heart pounding against your ribcage from the outside. It was at that moment that he realized how hard he was seeing you like that.
“So, here’s what’s gonna happen...” Josh finally spoke after what felt like forever, making you jolt in your spot; his voice like electricity shooting through you. “I’m giving you permission to talk now, because You’re gonna tell me exactly what you want.”
You stared at him a little confused as he climbed back up between your legs. “What?”
“I want you to tell me whatever it is that you want. Right now.” Josh repeated, a little firmer and clearer. “And make it sound pretty.”
“I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?” You scoffed, watching him as he dipped down and placed kisses along the inner part of your thigh.
He looked up at you with a wicked smile from between your legs. “Oh, but it is.” The smile was gone just as quick as it appeared. “Now what did I tell you to do?”
“Tell you what I want.” The words fluttered out through a high pitched sigh. You tugged at your legs against their restraints when Josh started getting closer to your aching core.
“Tell me.” Josh demanded, biting harshly at the conjunction of your inner thigh.
“I want your mouth on me, Josh.” You begged. “Please. I want you to make me cum and-“
Josh’s hand cracked against your outer thigh. “Who? Try again.”
“Sir.” You corrected yourself. “Need you to make me cum, sir. Please.”
Without wasting anymore time, Josh’s mouth connected with your heat, licking from your entrance up to your clit.
“Fuck yes.” Whining, you pushed your hips off the bed as much as your restraints would allow.
In the back of your mind, you were still confused as to how exactly it was a punishment… Josh was giving you exactly what you wanted.
“Such a sweet little slut.” Josh groaned against you, teasing his tongue over your clit with light, little flicks. “You better tell me when you’re close.”
“Yes, sir.” Your head started spinning thanks to the degrading names he was sprinkling in. “Fuck, holy shit. You’re so good. So, so good.”
Josh’s tongue circled your clit, sucking it into his mouth to drag you closer and closer, groaning at the way he could feel it throb in his mouth every so often.
As you grew louder, he added a finger in, curling it right into that spot that had you jerking your legs in attempts to close them around his head. The two scarves served as a silky and secure reminder that you weren’t going anywhere, any time soon.
“Poor thing already wants to close her legs,” Josh said lowly, huffing a deep and airy giggle. “Does it feel too good? Huh, little dove?”
His thumb had replaced his mouth in light of wanting to talk you straight to your first orgasm.
And it was working.
“Fuck yes, it feels so good.” You whined, arching and writhing lightly against the mattress. “Keep going, please, keep going.”
“Keep going? Why?” Josh tilted his head back, watching you with a cocky expression - identical to one you had seen him sport on stage. “Are you getting close already, mama?”
Your walls clenched around him and no sooner than Josh felt the squeeze around his fingers, he was slowing down his movements drastically.
At that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks. “No.” You shook your head frantically. “No, no, no.”
“”No”? No, what?” Josh questioned, languidly pushing his fingers in, only to pull them all the way out.
“You said-“ A whine from the sudden loss of Josh’s fingers briefly cut off your words. “You said to tell you what I want!”
“Yes, I did say that, didn’t I?” Moving over your body, Josh nudged your chin with the back of his hand.
You opened your mouth and he pushed his soaked fingers in, practically melting over the way you immediately moaned around them.
The words you’d been dreading left his mouth through still smirking lips. “I never said I’d let you cum, though… Did I?”
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth. Through an irritated and whiny huff of air, you begrudgingly answered him. “No, you didn’t.”
“Such a good girl for kind of listening to me earlier. I’ll have to reward you for that… eventually.” Your normal, bubbly, Josh peaked out for less than a split second when he giggled at his own words.
“Eventually.” Your eyes rolled back, but not in pleasure - much to your body’s internal and external pleading for relief.
“I want you to ask me for what you want again.” Pressing kisses to your sternum and down your belly, he gradually worked his way back down your body - leaving a few hickeys as he went. “You’re gonna learn how to tell me properly what it is that you want, rather than trying to get me worked up enough to treat you like the fuckin’ brat you are.”
“I need you to make me cum around your fingers.” You told him, clenching around nothing at even just the thought of it. “I want you to… to make me look at you when I cum…”
Hardly even following your own words, you dropped eye contact with him and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks. That’s why you needed him to make you. Eye contact with Josh was a struggle in just casual, softer moments… This was filthy and obscene. There was no way you could bring yourself to hold his fiery gaze on your own.
“That’s it, tell me.” A kiss was pressed just above your clit, and another, then Josh’s lips finally pressed against the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it all again.”
Josh’s tongue started teasing over you again, taunting at little areas around your clit that he knew made you toe the line of insanity.
“Fuck, I can’t-“ Gasping, your hips tried to tear away from Josh’s teasing mouth. “-Not while you’re… you’re teasing me like that.”
“Stop.” Josh growled, slinking his arm over your lower belly to hold you still. “Take it and do what I told you.”
“Yes, sir.” The two little words climbed out of you through a small cry of desperation. “Will you make me cum, please? Please, I need it so badly.”
Josh glanced up at you through hooded eyes, swiping the tip of his tongue just underneath your clit, causing a squeal to erupt from you. He loved how the littlest actions proved much more intense, when you were bound in such a helpless position.
“Yeah? Right there?” Josh babied the same spot again, watching almost the same reaction unfold. “I bet this little spot would make you cum so fast and hard, wouldn’t it?”
You were dying to free your hands and tangle them in Josh’s hair, unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him far, far away.
“Yeah,” you whined, high pitched and out of breath. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush, losing track of any coherent thoughts.
A soft and low “aww,” floated out of Josh, just barely audible and clearly lacking any real sympathy towards you.
His fingers slipped back down to your entrance, joining in with the pleasurable torture of his tongue. The arm he’d draped over your belly slid down lower, holding you more firmly across your hips.
The smirk that took over his lips was sinister. Hidden between your legs, you couldn’t see it - but could feel it. More than likely the cocky product of how your legs had started to shake and tug at their bindings more steadily, while he stayed attentive to that spot just at the bottom of your clit.
“Fuck!” You cried out into the thick, sex filled air of your bedroom.
The coil in your stomach started to tighten rapidly, each flick of Josh’s tongue making your body jolt and shake.
“Josh-“ His name came out strangled and broken. “Josh, i’m gonna cum, please….don’t stop!”
His fingers curled up inside you and mercilessly pressed into that spot only his fingers were long enough to reach. The patterns of his tongue slowed, only to speed up again and drag you back to the edge again. He kept your there, just under the peak of your orgasm . Every so often, he let you dangle over the edge for a few long seconds and then let you fall back down again.
“You’re fucking e-evil, Joshua,” You hissed from the deepest parts of you, quickly followed by a string of desperate pleas. “Please, please, please. Josh, please.”
You almost sobbed at the loss of his fingers and mouth, huffing out another incoherent plea as he got up from the bed. He couldn’t stand it any longer.
Just as sweaty and somewhat disheveled as you, Josh undid the button of his pants and pushed them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. He looked painfully hard and red. The quick little glisten of precum coating his tip, didn’t go unnoticed to your lust-blown eyes.
“Fuck me.” It came out in a whisper, but Josh still heard it.
“What?” His eyebrows raised, but you weren’t sure if it was from your question or his hand lazily stroking over himself.
“Fuck me.” You repeated, louder. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
Josh smiled brightly, as if you had spoken the most beautiful words he’d ever heard in his entire life.
“Listen to you,” Josh practically groaned. “Telling me what you want like a good girl. Finally.”
“I’ve told you what I wanted for the last fucking hour!” You pointed out sharply, bound hands clasping together in frustration.
“Mhm, you have…” Josh’s hands tugged at one of the scarves around your ankle, undoing it. “But that time I didn’t have to tell you to do it. You just did it.”
“I hate you.” You definitely didn’t and he knew that good and well.
“Hey.” His finger was pointed directly at you, accompanied by a stern look. “Don’t get fucking bratty again.”
You were aching to feel him inside you, his mouth on yours, your hands on him. Anything. “Obviously there’s a little bit left that you need to fuck out of me, but you’re just taking your sweet time.”
A humorless laugh bubbled out of him as he pulled the knot out of the other scarf. “Do we need to start this whole process over again? You don’t sound like you’ve very learned much.”
“No, sir. We don’t.” You parted your legs wider than the bedposts had allowed for, taunting Josh with you dripping core.
Like some sort of feral animal, he pounced on top of you and you knew you were in for it, when his hand clasped roughly around your throat.
“Don’t even try to tempt your way into getting what you want from me.” Josh said, low and hushed into your ear.
“Give it to me and I won’t have to.”
Josh’s grip around your throat slid up to your jaw, using just a little bit of his weight to press you firmly into the pillow. He held you there all while his other hand lined himself up with your entrance. A strangled cry of pleasure tore its way up your throat the second he slammed into you, filling you all the way up with one sharp thrust.
“Is this what you wanted?” Josh delivered another sharp thrust into you. “My cock filling you up… fucking you like the fucking brat you are?”
All you could do was nod. Your eyes were rolled back into your head, mouth gaping in a river-like flow of cut off moans.
“Will you ever learn, mama?” Josh continued on through gritted teeth. His hand tangled up into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Finally, his lips were ghosting over yours. “This beautiful mouth is gonna get you in many more worlds of trouble, I fear.”
Your lips met in a sloppy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together in attempts to get closer than humanly possible somehow. Josh’s hands held onto each of your wrists for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you, groaning into your when your legs hooked around his back.
Everything about him was intoxicating. His cologne was faded, but still faintly present - mixed in with his pheromones. His lips just barely tasted like alcohol; likely the remnants of a shot he’d taken while downstairs earlier.
His hands left your wrists, sliding down your body until one was rested against your side, the other stopping at your chest to play with one of your nipples.
Much to your dismay, he broke away from the frenzied kiss.
“Tell me how much you love being fucked like a sweet little slut, mama.” Josh demanded, somehow sounding sweet and dominant all at once. He was good at that.
“I love it,” you managed to squeak out, arching your body into Josh’s. “Ha- harder, please!”
“You want it harder, yeah?” Josh’s voice strained as he switched positions. His arms hooked around your thighs, pushing your legs back until you swore they touched your shoulders and picked up his pace to something likely to bruise you in a delicious way.
“Oh fuck, yes!” For a split second you forgot your hands were still bound, yanking them in attempts to claw at Josh’s shoulders. The clanking of metal on metal was your haunting reminder that you couldn’t. “Josh please, I need it-“
“Need what, mama?” His fingers, soft yet skilled, reached around to your swollen bud. He swirled his fingers around it in tight and quick circles. “Is this what you need?”
A moan erupted from your lungs, your back arching away from the bed. You forced an animalistic moan out of Josh as you squeezed tightly around him.
“No. Don’t cum until I say so.” Josh said, desperately trying to catch up with you.
That coil was burning inside you, though - threatening to snap at any given moment, completely out of your control.
“I can’t- I can’t hold it, Josh!” Your eyes burned, a stray tear or two threatening to spill over the corner. “PLEASE!”
He cooed at you, letting go of one of your legs to swipe the stray tears away. “You wanna cum that badly, mama?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, letting your head fall back as a few more tears fell.
“Come on, then.” Josh finally caved. “Give it to me, nice and sweet right on my cock, mama.”
His fingers pressed more firmly against your clit, sending you flying over the edge and into the raging waters of your orgasm.
He tumbled into his own peak just seconds after you, his curses and groans mixing with yours in a lustful harmony of sounds.
Muscles all over your body tensed and released rapidly, arms and legs trembling weakly. Your high sucked every last bit of energy you had left.
Eventually, you started to come down. Josh was barely holding himself up above you, but forced himself to stay up until you were back to some form of coherency.
“Are you still with me, baby?” Josh’s voice cut through your ears, accompanied by the comforting sound of his giggle.
A tired smile took over your lips as you draped out. “Kinda…”
Josh immediately worked at undoing the belt around your wrists, taking them in his hands once they were free to massage over them gently.
“How does a bath sound, baby? Or some water?” Josh asked sweetly.
He would always be your sweet, caring man. You knew that for sure.
“Water, please, baby.” You stretched out, face twisting from your sore muscles. “I wanna lay here for a bit.”
“Did a little number on you, yeah?” Josh snickered, grabbing the water off the top of the dresser.
“Hush.” You rolled your eyes at him and took the water, snatching it playfully.
He flashed the quickest little wink in your direction, slipping towards the bathroom. “I hope that’s what I just taught you how to do.”
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