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Daylight | j.m.k.(18+) - complete
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Knock, Knock | j.m.k. (18+)
JOSHUA PLEASE
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Knock, Knock
jmk x f!reader
warnings: (18+) MINORS DNI!! | profanity | oral (f!receiving) | unprotected sex (wrap it up!)
word count: 3.1k
just a little bit of neighbor!josh for you ;)
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It was another quiet weekend, another Saturday at home, sun rays flooding through the gap of your curtains as you changed from the jeans you had worn during your morning errands, into a pair of, skimpy, yet comfortable lounge shorts. You made your way out of your room and towards your couch, letting out a sigh.
You had been headed down to the lobby to check your mail as you did every Saturday morning, when you had passed him in the hallway again.
His skin was glistening with sweat as he shot you a quick smile before disappearing into the elevator. He had recently starting going to the gym in your apartment complex more than usual, and it was beginning to show.
You shut your eyes, falling back onto your couch, thinking back on the curves of his biceps, and the way the damp material of his tank top clung to his toned torso.
Your thighs clenched together just thinking how nice it would be to run your nails along the back of his arms, what it would feel like lie beneath him.
Now he wasn't a stranger, he was your next door neighbor, and the cutest one you'd ever had at that. It started when he caught you struggling to carry boxes through your door the day you moved in, quickly offering a helping hand. Soo after that, he was frequently was knocking at your door, offering you leftovers of the various dishes his mom would send home with him anytime he would visit, or asking to borrow some random kitchen utensil, and eventually he would come over just to talk to you.
Only as of recent had your far from innocent thoughts of him began.
He was at your door late one night, clearly flustered and needing someone to talk to, so you invited him in as you always did, but this time had been different.
You worked him down from his heated state of mind, reassuring him that his professor simply didn't understand how creative his mind was and how the below average grade he had received didn't make him any less of of talented film maker. But seeing him so flustered set something off inside you that you couldn't shake, maybe it had been the way he clenched his jaw or how dark his brown eyes turned, but changed your perspective of him.
"Thank you, (y/n), sometimes you're the only one who understands " He had said to you, placing a hand on your thigh as he spoke, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin.
Your breath hitched as you nodded, struggling to get the words out to let him know you would always be around for him if he needed someone to talk to.
"You don't know how much I appreciate that, and I would gladly do the same for you. Goodnight (y/n)" He had smiled, squeezing your thigh ever so slightly before heading back to his own apartment.
After that night, you were left with an ache in your core. His presence, his smile, his laugh, the way he would lean against your door frame continuing to talk to you even though the real conversation ended ten minutes ago consumed you. You needed to feel him, taste him, just needed him ..just once.
A loud knock pulled you from your thoughts as you quickly sat up, readjusting yourself and appearance.
"Oh jesus, you scared me Josh!" You place your hand over your chest opening the door, realizing the familiar man leaning against your door frame, "you never knock that loud..I thought it was the landlord or something.."
"Well I had been knocking for about five minutes mama, what were you doing?" He smile mischievously, looking around as he lets himself in.
Your cheeks burn at the sound of the pet name he had gotten into the habit of calling you.
"Nothing really" you lie, closing the door watching as he makes himself comfortable on your couch, "just picking up a bit..never know when I'm going to have company around here.." You bite playfully, taking a seat at the near him on the couch.
"What are you here for anyways? Besides letting your wet hair drip all over my couch?" You laugh, noticing the droplets of water fall from his freshly washed curls.
"You know I have to let it air dry," He retorts, pointing at you "and I don't know..just came by to see how you were? Classes have been kicking my ass lately, haven't had the time to come bother you." He finishes, flashing you a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.
"Well I'm doing about the same, minus missing your random appearances at my door." You smile back, deciding to see were your flirtatious attitude gets you.
"Oh yea?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.
"Yea..it gets lonely around here.." You assure, pulling your knees up to your chest, and wrapping your arms around your knees. "All I have to keep me company, are the ten different assignments that are due next week." You joke.
"You don't ever go out? Surely you have no problem finding a guy who's dying to come home with you?" He pries playfully, throwing his arms over the back of your couch, a smug smile on his face.
"I do go out, thank you very much." You snip, letting your knees fall back to your side so that you can cross your arms over your chest. "It's just that the guys around here are just a bunch of assholes, and not to mention they suck at sex because they only ever care about getting themselves off..” you rant, “and my friends..well that’s all they go after, so it gets old quick.”
"Oh really?" He scoffs, "well I'm sorry you've had such a bad experience with 'the guys around here'.." he smiles, trying to contain a laugh, but failing.
"That is not what I meant Josh," You snip, "I am just basing my opinion off the two very unremarkable men I've been with since being here."
"Well, you can't group us all together." He says, smile fading as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes fixating on you.
"No?" You ask with an amused smile.
"Hm-mph, some just aren't as talented as others" he shrugs, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile, only a portion of his teeth showing through.
You take in the sight of him, his white t shirt stretched up just enough due to his spread arms, that a sliver of his toned abdomen is exposed, and the ever so slight half chub and forming in his khaki joggers.
"Well then I guess I just haven't been lucky enough to know what you mean.." you say, trying to keep your front up, the heat growing between your thighs becoming harder to ignore by the second.
"C'mere." He says lowly, licking his lips quickly.
"What?" You nearly croak out, and your eyes wide.
"Come. Here." He reiterates, hardly sounding like himself, as he extends a hand out towards you.
You do as your told, wondering if your dirty fantasies are about to come true as you slowly crawl towards him until he pulls you into his lap.
You let out a few shaky breaths as he places his hands on your sides, his eyes roaming over your body.
"Josh..." you say quietly, still hesitant to fully situate yourself in his lap, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if this is actually happening or not.
"Relax, mama. Let me show you how you should be treated." He says thickly as he gently pulls down on your hips until you're fully sat on his lap.
You nearly moan at the feeling of his now prominent erection brushing against your clothed bundle of nerves.
"Yea?" He smiles at sound that’s escaped between your parted lips, noticing your half lidded eyes.
"Oh shut up.." You groan, looking away.
"C'mere" he says barely above a whisper as you feel his hand underneath your chin, gently guiding you to face him.
You think of something to say, but lose all train of thought the second he connects his lips to yours.
Like two puzzle pieces, your lips fit together as the kisses go from soft and sweet to hungry within seconds. Your hands find their way to his chest, gathering the material of his shirt in your fists as you feel his tongue slip into your mouth.
You stay like that for a bit, to caught up in the heavy make out session to realize how you had subconsciously began to slowly grind yourself onto him, causing him to lose his patience he was trying so hard to have with you.
He pulls away, and you whine at loss of feeling of his lips on yours, "Can we take this to your room? Although it would be hot to fuck you right here on your couch, I just think I should leave a better first impression.." He coyly suggests.
"Yea, we can" you answer with a smile glancing towards your open bedroom door, beginning to move off his lap until you feel his grip on you tighten.
"I got you, mama" He smiles as you take his hint, wrapping your hands around his neck, and legs around his torso as he begins to stand up.
"So this is why you've been hitting the gym so often lately, huh?" You joke placing a kiss just below his ear.
"We all train for something." He admits with a smirk, groaning at the feeling of your lips on his neck.
Before you know it, he’s laying you back on your bed, wasting no time shedding his shirt before crawling over you.
"Can I tell you a secret?" You ask quietly, his lips now taking a turn kissing along your neck.
"Mmhmm" he moans against your neck, his hands snaking underneath your shirt.
"I've thought about you like this before.." you half moan as his hand slips under the lacy material of your bralette, rubbing your nipple between the pad of his fingers, “being underneath you like this..” you choke out, the mixed sensation of his lips and his hands fogging your mind.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't do the same." He admits bringing his face to meet yours, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, his hand leaving your breast, his fingers tracing down your side, causing goosebumps to erupt over your soft skin.
You try to hide your blush at his confession, sitting up to remove your own shirt, tossing it to the side as you let your head fall back onto the pillows.
"Can I get rid of these too?" He asks, hooking a finger into the waistband of your shorts, looking back up at you for confirmation.
You take your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding quickly and assisting him in slipping the article of clothing down your legs, kicking them off to god knows where. He quickly kicks his pants off right after, repositioning himself over you once again.
"God, (y/n) ...you look so fucking heavenly.." He swallows thickly, taking in every inch of you in as he hovers just above you.
"Well then it's a shame I'm probably about to go to hell for what we're about to do." You slyly smile, propping yourself up on you elbows, meeting his lips with yours.
"Then let's make it worth it, baby." He says against your mouth, wrapping a hand around your throat with a slightly tight grip.
You can only manage to get a moan out in agreement, your head in a frenzy over the feeling of him being so close.
His hand travels up your neck, until his thumb is pressed against your bottom lip, pulling it down ever so slightly.
"Be a good girl, and take this off hm?" He says in a sultry yet sweet tone referring to your bra, and you quickly do as he asks, propping yourself up, fumbling with the clasps out of excitement.
"Better?" You ask, laying back and placing a hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer.
"Much." He smiles against your lips, before fully capturing them in is, his free hand caressing your breast.
He positions his knee so that it rests against your soaked through underwear, grinning into the kisses as he takes note on just how eager you are for him.
"Is that all for me?" He asks glancing down your body.
"It's all your fault, if that's what your asking." You moan into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe as he pushes his knee closer to your heat, earning another, louder, moan from you.
"Bet it tastes so sweet, mama" he mumbles against your neck, slowly taking his time in placing his kisses lower and lower as you become more and more undone.
He spends a good amount of time paying just the right amount of attention to your breast leaving his mark as his teeth graze against the soft skin, and making sure to fully capture both of your nipples in his mouth, the motion of his tongue flicking over the sensitive buds causing you to cry out his name over and over.
You squirm underneath him as his lips finally find themselves just above your navel, his hands now palming your inner thighs.
Finally he moves a hand closer to where you want him the most, toying with the fabric of your underwear.
"Josh please.." you whine, shutting your eyes in anticipation.
"So impatient.." he whispers against the thin material, the feeling of his breath on your cunt causing your back to arch.
"Bet the other guys never took the time to care for you like this.." he says lowly, his thumb running straight down the middle of your soaked panties, "..did they, baby?"
"N-no.." you whimper, the pressure of his finger almost sending you over the edge.
"What a shame," he begins, hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear and in one swift movement, pulling them down before slowly dragging his tongue up your heat, "because you taste so fucking good." He finishes, keeping his eyes fixated on your cunt, his mouth slightly agape.
"Oh fuck!” You cry out as he adds a finger, continuing to lap up every last bit of you.
You gently take a fistful of his curls, watching as he adds another finger making sure not to break the contact his lips have on you.
With each pump of his fingers, and every lick you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your breaking point.
"I-I don't think I'm going to last much longer.." you struggle to find the words to say, his pace quickening, your vision becoming hazy.
"Cum for me then, baby" he coos eagerly watching as you come undone all over his fingers.
"God, you're a sight to see." He smirks, watching you come down from your high, chest heaving.
He takes his index and middle finger, running them up your cunt, coating them in you, then bringing them to your lips.
"Open up, wanna show you just how sweet you taste.." he says lowly, placing his fingers on your tongue as you close your mouth around them, sucking your cum off of them, making sure to keep eye contact with him as you do.
He moans as you suck his fingers clean, removing them once there's no trace of you left on them.
You bring your lips to his once again, lust completely taking over as they move in synch.
You sit up to return the favor as he finally slips his boxer off, but he gently pushes you back, cupping the side of your face with his hand, the other stroking his length, "That can wait for next time, mama. Need to feel you around me right now."
You throw your head back onto the pillow the second you felt his tip against your entrance. Your nails drag against the back of his arms with the first few half strokes, the anticipation of feeling all of him killing you.
Finally he fully sinks into you, hiking your left leg up as to get a better angle.
"Oh fuck Josh.." you groan, the sound of your hips snapping together beginning to fill the room along with your moans and his grunts.
"To think I've been missing out on this for what? A year now?" He says between pants, hitting the spot with each and every stroke.
"You should've just taken me in the hallway, the elevator..anywhere..I wouldn't have minded.."you respond, not caring at how fucked out you sound, digging your nails into his skin.
"Trust me, I've thought about it a million times, baby." He moans, his grip on your thigh so hard you know it'll bruise, “thought about it this morning..” he admits against your open mouth, finishing with a sloppy kiss.
"Sit up" You breathlessly demand after a few more moments, knowing you won’t last much longer.
"Yes ma'am" He smiles sitting up, and switching spots with you so that his back lies against the back of your headboard.
You slowly lower yourself onto him, placing one hand over his that's placed on your ass, and placing your other at the back of his neck.
"Fuck baby..you take my cock so well.." he groans, glancing downward watching as you grind onto him.
"Feels so good.." You moan, gripping the back of his neck a bit harder as your eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock.
"Shit," he pants, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer to him, "if you keep that up, you gonna make me cum.." He says through half lidded eyes, the mixture of your moans, profanities and his name drawing him closer to his release.
"I'm sorry, but I-I don't think I'm gonna make it much longer Josh.." You speak between moans, your hands holding onto him tightly.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna last much longer either, mama.." he says into your ear with a low groan, the sensation of his lips against your skin being the final straw, “..you feel s’fuckin good..”
"I'm-I'm coming..fuck!" You cry out, but your lips are soon met with Josh's as he tries to suppress your moans with his kisses, which in turn sends him into his own orgasm.
"Fuuuuuuck!" He growls against your lips, thrusting upwards into you, his high taking over.
You let your head fall onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath against his heaving chest. His hands release their grip on you once he’s out of his trance, finding their way to the back of your arms, softly rubbing them.
Finally gathering the energy, you sit up, your eyes meeting his, and a smile plastered across his face.
He brings a hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear before saying, "and that's how you should be treated."
“It’s like a straight jacket!”
don’t ask me the color of anything …
i see it- j.m.k
warnings: SMUT, lil bit of degradation never hurt nobody, enemies to lovers, semi public sex??
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✨Josh Kiszka✨
Hush Hush
jmk x f!reader
warnings: (18+) minors dni! | alcohol consumption | profanity | oral (male receiving) | unprotected sex (wrap it up!)
word count: 2.7k
surprise! more roommate!josh :) enjoy this sequel to pretty please!
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You groan at the sight of them, finding it harder and harder to believe that you weren't jealous. But you were. You totally were.
Josh had his arms around Izzy, helping her line up just right before tossing the bowling ball down the shiny wooden alley.
"You good?" Sam, Josh’s younger brother, asks, eyeing you mysteriously as you stare in Josh's direction, holding your drink up to your mouth but not taking a sip.
"Yea!" You smile playing it off, turning your head to face him in the dim bowling alley, lit only by black lights.
He gives you a look, and either he’s seen right through you or is seriously concerned for you.
"Promise, think it's just the drinks.." you lie, "speaking of which, think I may go get another" you say shaking the glass, the sound of the ice hitting the side of the glass. Sam gives you a nod with the raise of an eyebrow before walking back in the direction of your friend group.
"Gonna need it if they keep that shit up." You mumble lowly dropping your smile as you head towards the bar tucked away at the back of the building.
"Another rum and coke pleaseee" you wink at the rather attractive bartender, placing your glass on the counter.
"Sure thing" he smiles back, grabbing the bottle of rum from behind him.
You turn your head over your shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of Josh minus Izzy. Things between you two had been..complicated, to say the least. It had been a month since the first time you two hooked up, the following weeks after felt like a fever dream. He had you anytime and every time he wanted you, weather it had been the small, yet sturdy dining table, the shower, or your personal favorite, the kitchen counter.
But for the past week, he had been a bit distant—completely ignoring you and your undying need for him to fuck you senseless.
You knew getting into this with him would only end one of two ways, but you had hoped it wouldn't be you being the one to have their heart broken.
You told yourself the first time it was just for fun, no strings attached. The second time, he had you on at the edge of your bed, telling you just how pretty you looked for him just before his tongue delved between your legs. The most recent hook up was your turning point. The two of you spent the entire night together, limbs tangled with one another's as he kissed you sweetly whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It felt real to you, and you fell, hard. But that was over a week and a half ago.
So standing there now, you felt your heart drop at the fact he was paying so much attention to her when you were the one who always ended up in his bed.
"Here you are, sweetheart." The bartender says sweetly, placing the glass in front of you.
"Thank you! Oh, do you have one of those little straws?" You ask and he nods, turning back around to get you one.
"What ya drinking?" Josh calls out causing you to jump from his now close proximity.
"Rum and coke." You reply plainly, avoiding eye contact. You shoot a small smile at the bartender as he hands you the straw, turning around, leaning your back against the bar.
"Sounds good, can I try?" Josh asks, reaching for the drink in your hand.
"Why don't you get your own, and maybe one for her too?" You snip, pulling your glass close to you.
"Wow, really (Y/n)? You know it isn't like that." He scoffs, tossing his head back a bit.
"Well that's exactly what it looks like." You cock your head, your eyes focusing in on him.
"What's your deal?" He asks lowly, clearly annoyed.
"What's my deal? I'll fucking tell you what my deal is." You bite, fed up with his oblivious demeanor. "You're out here prancing around with her, acting like you weren't just fucking me over the kitchen counter last week!" you exclaim (maybe) a bit to loud.
"Would you shut your mouth!" He responds quickly in a hushed tone, pushing you around the corner of the bar and out of sight , looking over his shoulder to check if anyone had seen the two of you disappear.
"Don't act like it isn't true!" You cry out.
"(Y/n), I swear to god!" He says sternly, taking your jaw in his hand rather roughly, tilting it up so that you make direct eye contact with him.
"Don't act like you don't think about it Joshy, about how you moan my name when your cock is in my mouth.." you strain, wrapping your hand around the wrist of his arm that has you in a hold.
"Not here." He says lowly tightening his grip before ultimately letting go, eyes becoming darker than their usual hazel color.
"Then where? You hardly seem to care now, tell me Josh," you begin as he backs you further behind the bar, until your back hits the wall, "does she fuck you as good as I do?"
"Enough (Y/n)."
"No tell me, I want to know. Do you ever take her like you take me?" You pry, the space between your bodies becoming nonexistent.
"You know it's not like that." He says, forcefully wrapping his hand around your throat, his other gripping your hip, “you know she’s just a friend.”
"Then what is it?" You half moan, his touch feeling intoxicating after going so long with out it.
"There's a fine line we established when this first started, and we're on the verge of crossing it." He whispers against your ear, the brush of his lips against your skin causing that familiar feeling warm feeling in the pit of your stomach.
"Well, I want to cross it." You admit, pushing your hand against his wrist breaking the contact he had on your neck, "I'm tired of playing this game with you Josh, I want you."
He cocks his head a to the side, eyeing you as you stare back, half shocked that those words actually left your mind instead of staying a thought like you had intended them to.
"Yea?" He smiles deviously, but surprised at the statement.
"Yes.." you look away timidly, "but it's kind of hard to do when you act like I don't exist."
"Oh I know you exist, mama. It's all I think about." He brings his hands to the sides of your waist.
"Then act like it." You snap, irritated with the the circles you two had been going in.
Without another word, he takes you by the wrist, dragging you back towards your group of friends. You quickly set your untouched drink on the bar counter as you pass by, eager to see where this leads.
"Hey guys, (y/n) isn't feeling too good. I'm gonna take her back home." He calls out, grabbing your bag off a chair with his free hand.
Everyone seems to buy it, telling you to 'feel better', except Sam. He smiles, shaking his head as the two of you begin to head for the door. Luckily Izzy had gone to the bathroom and wasn't able to protest Josh's depart.
You stumbled behind him, trying to keep up with his quick pace as the two of you headed for his jeep— the eagerness had grown inside you both.
He went around to the passenger side door, opening it for you hastily ushering you in before shutting it. He ran around the front of his car, hopping into the drivers side, waisting no time putting the key in the ignition. He then leaned over the center console, placing his hand on the side of your face as he pulled you into a hungry kiss.
"Josh," you breathe out once he pulls away, quickly putting the car in reverse.
"Yes, mama?" He answers, finally backing out of parking space.
"I was being serious in there. I want you. I don't want to share."
"I know you were, and I know you don't." He kept his eyes focused on the road, but the corners of his mouth turned up into a grin.
"Then why have you been so distant?"
"Like I said," he glanced at you, "it was getting to a point where I didn't just see you as just some friend with benefits anymore, (y/n).. but I didn't want to scare you off by saying something, so I just backed off."
"Well don't ever do that shit again." You say semi-seriously, crossing your arms over your chest.
Thankfully the drive to your shared apartment wasn't long, and before you know it he was chasing you up the stairs of your apartment complex. You were hardly through the door when you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, his teeth grazing the skin of your neck.
He let go of you as he turned to quickly shut the front door and you took that free time to start undressing, starting with your jeans.
"Always so eager for me." He groaned as you kicked them off, leaving you in just your sweater and underwear, the bulge in his pants growing harder by the second.
You began walking towards the direction of your bedrooms, not caring which one you'd make it to first, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you again and pulling towards the couch, whispering in your ear "I want you here, right now."
He fell into the couch first, waiting for you to straddle him, but instead you got down on your knees, your hands making quick work of the button and zipper of his pants.
He sat back, watching you in awe as you shimmied his boxers down just enough to release his cock. Your mouth watering as you watched it lay fully erect against his stomach.
You started by placing your hand at the base of his cock, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you traced your thumb down the singular vein.
"Fuck, baby" he winced at your touch, sitting up just enough to strip of his t-shirt.
"You think she’d be able to touch you the way I do baby?" You say quietly, bringing your face closer, the feeling of your breath causing his dick to twitch. "Can she take care of you the way I do, Joshy?”you whisper just before placing a chaste kiss on his tip, letting your lips linger.
He moaned, his head falling back onto the couch cushion as he sucked in a sharp breath. You watched his toned stomach flex from your touch, his lips plump and pink were slightly patted, and his cheeks were flushed.
You took just the tip in your mouth, slowly working your tongue around him, watching as he watched you through half lidded eyes. You took a bit more of him in causing him to let out a guttural groan, taking a fist full of your hair in his hand.
You moan at the tension he had on you, causing vibrating sensation for him. He watched as you bobbed your head up and down, knowing he wouldn't be able to take much more if you kept up like that.
"Shit," he breaths out looking at you through his long lashes "c'mere"
You let out a small protest as he pulled you up, helping you to remove your sweater as he kicked off his pants and boxers.
"Matching, huh?" He smirks, fingers tracing over your hip, referring to the matching dark blue set of lingerie you had on.
"Well, you never know with you.." You answer honestly, his finger hooking into the side of your panties.
"Well I'd really like to admire it, but I just really want to fuck you right now." He says not even sounding like himself, which causes the excitement to pool between your legs.
He yanks down on the lacy material, sending the underwear falling to your feet.
"Bra off." He demands, and you obey quickly fumbling with the clasp, tossing it to the side once it's finally off.
He pulls you down to the couch, pushing you ever gently so that you fall onto your back. It had felt like a century since you had last been underneath him, your arms tracing up his biceps, eyes locked.
He wraps his hand around your throat, using the other to hold him self up. You can't help the noise that slips from your mouth when he tightens his grip.
"Is this what you want mama," he begins, nipping at the corner of your mouth, his tip brushing against your entrance, "want me all to yourself?"
You moan in response, your mind and body in a frenzy eager for him to finally take you.
"Words, baby." He says, taking your ear lobe between his teeth gently.
"Y-yes.." You whine, squirming underneath him as he lines himself up for you.
"Well all you had to do was ask."
He slowly slid his cock into you, driving you insane, moaning so loud you knew the neighbors would leave a disgruntled note outside your front door again.
"Please Josh.." you cry out, straining from his grip on your throat.
"Always so needy for me" he groans as he finds a steady pace, finally removing his hand from your throat.
You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure as he seems to hit the spot each time, but you need release and you need it now.
You take your index and middle finger, rubbing your clit as he pounds into you, bringing yourself closer to the edge.
"Already wanting to come on my cock huh?" He speaks through pants, growing harder at the sight of you, “such a needy brat..”
"Well you've deprived me of it.." you half moan, feeling your orgasm about to hit.
"Come for me then, babe" he grunts watching you come undone, feeling your cunt clench around him.
"C'mere." He instructs pulling out, helping you turn around so that you're ass up, face down along the couch.
You're still reeling from the comedown of your orgasm when you feel him enter you again, one hand gripping your hip as the other coming down hard, leaving the skin of your right ass cheek red and raised.
"J-Josh.." you moan as you feel his hand come around, his fingers going straight for your already sensitive clit.
"You wanted it so bad, so now I'm giving it to you mama." He says, groaning with each stroke, making sure to pull all the way out to the tip before sinking back into you.
Too fucked out to form words, you dig your nails into the couch, the feeling of a second release creeping up on you again. The mixture of his his fingers and cock puts your mind in overdrive, squeezing your eyes shut when it finally hits.
“Fuck!”you whine out feeling his pace quicken as you ride out your orgasm.
He bends over, pressing his chest is to your now arched back, pulling you up just enough to turn your head and kiss your open mouth as you moan out in ecstasy. The sound, sight and feeling of you beginning to add up, putting him on the brink of his own orgasm.
"Don't think I'm gonna last much longer, mama.." he admits, dropping his head next to yours, his breath hot against your ear.
"Your turn to cum for me." You groan through gritted teeth, as you continue to recover.
"Holy shit.." he lets out, pulling himself up from being bent over you, gripping your hips as he slows his strokes, finally letting go, filling you completely.
He pulls out slowly, grimacing at the absence of the sensation of you being wrapped around him. You fall back to the couch, the side of your face making contact with the soft cushion. He falls between you and the back of the couch and you turn to face him, a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
"What?" You ask unamused trying to recuperate as he brings his hand up to the side of your face, brushing a piece of your hair out of the way.
“I should make you jealous more often.”
words cannot not describe the things i feel for this man.
He looks so beautiful under warm colored lights
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tis the damn season
part two
j.m.k x f!reader
warnings: (18+) minors dni! | profanity | unprotected sex (wrap it up!)
word count: 1.9k
Here’s the second part to this short story, hope you enjoy! If you missed it, here’s part one !
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"Fuck," you let out as Josh’s lips make quick work of your neck. You try hard to find a way to be mad with yourself for ending up in this situation with him, but it’s hard to do after such a tension filled flight.
"Are you sure you want to do this here?" You half moan the question through half lidded eyes, as you straddle him in the back seat of his rental car, his hands running up your thighs.
You told your parents not to bother coming to pick you up because you had "bumped into an old friend who offered to give you a ride home"- which wasn't entirely a lie. You were definitely about to take a ride.
"I really don't think I could make myself wait any longer, mama." Josh says, his teeth grazing your skin as he speaks.
The two of you had made it a priority to get off the plane, and to the baggage claim as fast as possible. Running over to the rental counter like your lives depended on it, watching as he hastily filled out the paper work before taking the key.
He then threw both your bags into the trunk, skipping the niceties as he came around, opening the door and gently pushing you into the backseat of the moderately sized sedan, following close behind you.
"I meant here in the parking garage Josh.." you moan out, his hands slipping under your skirt, kneading into the flesh of your ass.
"It's fine, it's nearly empty anyways." He breaths out, taking only a brief pause from kissing you to look around and out the windows before resuming.
"Fine. But if we get arrested, you have to use some of that rockstar money to bail me out."
"Anything for you, babe." He mumbles against your chin, jolting his hips up into you.
His kisses make their way up to your lips, and with each heated kiss, your tongues fight for dominance. You run your hands down the soft material of his white sweater, down to the button of his khaki pants.
You break the kiss, pressing your forehead to his as you try to focus on the button you've been fumbling with, finally getting it undone.
"Slow down, baby." he jokes as he helps guide your hands.
"Well we don't have all day, I still have to be home in time for dinner. They're expecting me to be in before 7.." you retort, pulling his zipper down.
You work together, lifting yourselves up , you just enough to slide your pantyhose and underwear down to your thighs, and he lifts up sliding his pants and boxers down to his knees.
You waste no time taking his cock in your hand to guide yourself down onto him, causing him to let out a quiet groan.
"Fuck!" You both moan simultaneously as you slide yourself down onto to his length.
"I forgot just how good you feel, mama." He groans, gazing at you through half lidded eyes, “like you were fucking made for me.”
"Shut up and fuck me." You whine, his statement causing heat to rush yo your cheeks.
You place your hand on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss, beginning to grind onto him. Finding it hard to keep from moaning so loudly that anyone who might walk by could hear.
He kisses back harder, one of his hands grabbing at your hip, the other tracing up your back then pulling you down onto him.
"Keep that up Joshy, and I won't last much longer.." you pant, bouncing up and down his cock.
He smiles, his hands leaving your body only to return and lift up your sweater past your bra. He yanks down hard on the lacy material, letting your breast fall out. Wasting no time, he attacks your nipple with his mouth, tongue flicking against the hard bud, while he palms at your other breast.
You're both a moaning mess, your hands roaming over the smooth skin hidden beneath his sweater, dragging your nails down his chest.
You bring yourself to the very tip of his cock before slowly coming back down, doing that a few times until he can't take it anymore. He moves his hands to your hips, beginning to fuck up into you, causing a familiar warmth to build in your belly.
"Josh," you pant, one hand holding onto the back of his neck the other gripping his shoulder, "I'm gonna cu-"
"Me too mama, be a good girl and wait for me" he grunts, cutting you off.
"Think you can do that for me baby?" He questions through moans of his own, looking up at you through his lashes. You try to respond but you're too fucked out to form words, so you opt for a simple nod of the head.
"Such a good girl.." he strains, on the brink of his own orgasm.
His thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally comes undone, throwing his head back. The sight of him like this alone is enough to finally push you over the edge, cursing his name as it hits you hard.
You fall forward against his chest, eyes closed and chests heaving unison. After a minute or two, you feel his hand cup your jaw, bringing your head up so that your eyes become level with his.
"Missed you." He whispers, closing the space between your lips, smiling into his kiss.
"I'm glad to see you still have it." You joke breaking the kiss, avoiding his previous statement.
"I try," he smiles "..it's been quite awhile, promise I'll last longer next time."
"Next time?" You raise your brow, adjusting your bra and sweater.
"Well I hope there's a next time, or are you just using me for a ride?" He teases, reaching over to his backpack on the floor of the car to grab the Starbucks napkins he had shoved into the front pocket. "Here" he says handing them to you.
"Did you plan on this happening?" You laugh accepting the wad of napkins from him.
"No, just have a habit of grabbing napkins incase my coffee spills or something." He chuckles.
"And I don't know, thought you'd might be busy with family and all.." You finally answer a bit nervous, cleaning yourself up the best you could with what you were given.
"Well if it's alright with you, I would like to see you again (y/n)." He says rather than asking, helping you readjust your skirt.
"Fine." You smile, giving him a nod of agreement.
Fuck it why not? You thought. It's not like anything else exciting would happen while you were back, apart from Christmas and New Years. The days in between the holidays were always slow, you could only lounge around the house so much. And when it came going out with old high school friends, they flaked out a majority of time.
"Yea?" He asks in disbelief, making sure you aren't lying.
"Yes, Josh. Now hurry up, we've gotta get going." You look at him, watching that mesmerizing smile spread across his face.
"Stop staring at me and come on!" You laugh, scooting across the leather seats, pulling on the handle to open the door. You glance at the fogged-up windows as you step out into the chilly air, smiling to yourself thinking back on the past.
Once you're both settled, you begin the drive to Frankenmuth. You pull down the visor, attempting adjust your smudged make up in the small mirror, as you dig through your on-the-go makeup bag.
For a moment it feels like nothing had happened between the both of you, it felt like you left off at a time right before things went south. He smiles watching you wipe the smeared lipstick from around your lips, catching a glimpse of himself in the review mirror noticing the numerous lipstick marks covering his neck and face.
"You mind?" He asks, using his free hand to point to the rouge colored stains peppered over his skin.
"Oh, oops.." you mutter apologetically taking the makeup wipe, leaning over the center console, and gently begin rubbing the lipstick off his skin.
You take your time wiping away the makeup, admiring just how beautiful he was from this close. His long lashes, the dimples in his cheeks, even the small hoop earrings he wore put your mind in a frenzy.
"I didn't mind," he says, glancing over at you for a moment, "but it might've raised some questions from the family.."
You smile at him as you sit back in your seat, reapplying the same lipstick.
The rest of the ride goes by quickly, full of conversation, and Josh's terrible jokes. You frown a bit when he finally pulls into your neighborhood, knowing you'd have to part ways. Even though you knew you would see him again soon, you wished you could be by his side all the time, but that wasn't your reality.
"Well this is you." He says putting the car in park in front of your childhood home.
"Yep." You mumble under your breath. Stepping out of the car, tossing your coat on knowing if you walked in without it on your mother would scold you.
"Want me to come up with you?" He suggests, meeting you at the back of the car, taking your luggage out of the trunk.
"Oh no, it's okay." You say, grabbing the handle of your bag. "Thank you though, for the ride and all.."
"No problem." He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him.
"What are you doing?" You question as he brings his other hand up to your face, placing his index finger under your chin, but his thumb resting on it.
"Saying goodbye." He says softly, pulling your lips to his.
"What if people see?" You pull back a little.
"Who cares?" He says quickly, keeping you from responding as he closes the space between you.
Unlike before, the kiss is sweet and you grimace when he finally pulls away, wanting more.
"I'll see you soon." He smiles giving your side a slight squeeze before stepping away and heading for the drivers side.
"Promise?" You call out, beginning to walk up your driveway, turning to watch as he rolls down the passenger side window.
"Promise, mama." He winks, putting the car in drive, slowly pulling away.
A wave of nostalgia washes over you as you continue to walk up your driveway, it was the same feeling you used to have every night after Josh would drop you off from your late night escapades. It felt different now that you were older though, the thought of sneaking around like you used to, sparked excitement in you.
The rest of night went by rather slowly, you were greeted by your parents with big hugs the second you walked through the door. You caught them up on your life at the dinner table, your dad tried to make you feel better when you told them about the breakup saying "he never really cared for the guy anyways". After dinner, you helped your mother wash the dishes, replaying the events of the afternoon over and over again in your mind, hardly listening to a word she spoke to you.
Instead you focused on how nice Josh’s hands felt gripping your hips, how it felt when he took your bottom lip between his teeth, and the pretty noises he made as you rode him.
Eventually your parents grew tired, saying their goodnights and heading off to bed. You carried you half full wine glass up to your room, setting it on your night stand as you felt your phone buzz in your other hand. It was a text from Josh,
'Is it too soon to say I want to see you again?'
HIS HAIR LOOKS SO GOOD
Okay yeah this is cute.
