Summary: I got this request for soft Jake smut. You spend the night with Jake and, when you wake up, he gives you some lovinâ.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, unprotected oral and penetrative sex, cuteness. I hope. I hope I portrayed the cuteness well enough. Itâs v sexy and lovey. fingers crossed.
A/N: Hope this satisfies! Also, sorry for the shit title.
[Word count: 1,253]
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Jake had invited you to spend the night while his brothers went on a camping trip. He insisted he was fine with missing out; he just wanted to spend time with you, uninterrupted.
You arrived at the Kiszkaâs in the afternoon. Jake greeted you at the door with the brightest smile, obviously excited to see you. He looked like he wasnât long out of the shower; his hair damp and wavy, cheeks still flushed from the hot water. Pretty necklaces hung around his neck and he didnât even bother to button his shirt at all. When you stepped inside, you followed him into the living room; watching as his black skinny jeans clung to his legs, accentuating his cute little butt.
The day consisted of listening to some of Jakeâs favourite records while chatting about everything going on in your lives. In the evening, you ate dinner together and then you admired him fiddling about on his guitar. You sang along when he played songs you knew and loved; he did his best to harmonise but neither of you were worried about being perfect. You felt like your heart was literally going to burst, watching as his passion for music oozed from him.
Summary: I got this request for soft Jake smut. You spend the night with Jake and, when you wake up, he gives you some lovinâ.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, unprotected oral and penetrative sex, cuteness. I hope. I hope I portrayed the cuteness well enough. Itâs v sexy and lovey. fingers crossed.
A/N: Hope this satisfies! Also, sorry for the shit title.
[Word count: 1,253]
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Jake had invited you to spend the night while his brothers went on a camping trip. He insisted he was fine with missing out; he just wanted to spend time with you, uninterrupted.
You arrived at the Kiszkaâs in the afternoon. Jake greeted you at the door with the brightest smile, obviously excited to see you. He looked like he wasnât long out of the shower; his hair damp and wavy, cheeks still flushed from the hot water. Pretty necklaces hung around his neck and he didnât even bother to button his shirt at all. When you stepped inside, you followed him into the living room; watching as his black skinny jeans clung to his legs, accentuating his cute little butt.
The day consisted of listening to some of Jakeâs favourite records while chatting about everything going on in your lives. In the evening, you ate dinner together and then you admired him fiddling about on his guitar. You sang along when he played songs you knew and loved; he did his best to harmonise but neither of you were worried about being perfect. You felt like your heart was literally going to burst, watching as his passion for music oozed from him.
It was around midnight when Jake had fallen asleep; both of you clad in just your underwear, with you in his arms and mid conversation, no less. It was adorable, though. His breathing evened out more and more, with each sentence becoming less and less coherent. You started asking questions like âdo you know how much I love you?â and he would respond with a soft âmhmâ or a slight nod of his head. When he finally fully fell asleep, you cuddled up to him with your hand splayed across his chest and you let yourself drift off to the sound of your loves steady heartbeat.
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Jakeâs arm must have fallen asleep during the night because, when you woke up, you werenât wrapped up in him anymore. You werenât facing him anymore either but you were sure he was still there because you could hear his soft breathing.
Whenever you stayed over, you were always the first one to wake up. Usually, youâd wake him up when you couldnât lay in bed anymore; youâd claim you were a guest in his house and needed to be entertained. You thought youâd leave him be this time, though; considering how fast he fell asleep the night before. You would have turned around to face him but you didnât want to jiggle the bed too much and risk waking him. So, you stayed on your side, closed your eyes and willed yourself to get a couple more hours.
You had no idea how long youâd been asleep for when you felt Jake pressed flush against your back. His hands were gentle as he caressed your hips and ground his erection against your ass. You smiled to yourself and your hand automatically went to rest on his, the one that was pulling you in towards him. He must have been half asleep because he apologised when he felt your touch and realised what he was doing.
âDonât be sorry. Keep going.â you insisted, grinding back against him. He sighed deeply and continued his movements; his hand beginning to wander down to your thighs, careful and deliberate. You lifted your knee to grant Jake access to your heat but he moved his hand back the way it came and up to cup your breast. He squeezed gently, leaving warm kisses on your shoulder and neck.
When you turned onto your back, giving him a full view of your chest, he immediately caught your lips in a lazy kiss. Your mouths moved together languidly, neither of you in a rush; just enjoying the feeling of one another.
Jake pulled away with a small smile, âGood morning, love.â He spoke with a hint of playfulness.
âPretty sure itâs not morning anymore but⌠this is good.â You giggled at him sleepily and pulled him back down for more kisses.
Jake manoeuvred himself between your legs, still pressing kisses against your lips, and settling there; hovering with his elbows on either side of your head and grinding his clothed cock against the fabric of your underwear. You pulled away with a gasp as you felt him nudge your clit but he didnât stop. He kept grinding at that angle and started to trail soft kisses down to your neck, pulling quiet whines and moans out of you. When his lips began to trail lower, you found yourself tangling your fingers in his hair. He kept his face close to your heat and looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. You nodded and he pulled your underwear down your legs, tossing them over the side of the bed. You spread your legs for him and he kissed the inside of your thighs, nipping and licking as he went.
The feeling of Jakeâs warm, wet tongue against you was unreal. He licked a long stripe from the pool of your wetness to your clit and back; dipping inside. You were struggling to keep still for him, so, he kept a firm grip on your hips, keeping you steady. When he pulled back, his face was shiny with your arousal and you grinned at him with half-lidded eyes. Jake smirked back at you and sucked your clit into his mouth. When he started flicking his tongue, you just about lost it; your head falling back onto the pillows with a groan, hands tugging at his hair and hips trying to buck up, needing more. Jake made direct eye contact as he pushed two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out slowly.
âJake, love, I want you.â You breathed, cupping his face.
âOkay, baby. Iâve got you.â He tugged his underwear down, off of his legs and threw them on the floor to join yours. Leaning in between your legs, once again, he placed gentle kisses all over your face which made you giggle. You reached down and wrapped your hand around his hard cock; you could feel it pulsing. His need was much more obvious then, he was hiding it well.
You helped line him up with your center and watched his face contort as he pushed inside, filling you up beautifully. Jake buried his face in your neck and started thrusting; slow and steady. You wanted him to speed up but you also didnât want feeling this good to end; felt like you could explode with love and adoration for this gorgeous man, making you feel like⌠you couldnât even describe.
With breaths becoming heavier, moans becoming louder and orgasms fast approaching, you wiggled your hand down between your bodies to rub your clit in circular motions as you were closer to finishing. The sheer image of you getting yourself off was enough for Jake to quicken his pace, trying to help you get there but also chasing his own high. When your orgasm shot through you, you let out a long, breathy moan. Your back arched but you tried to keep your eyes open, gazing into your loves. The feeling of you contracting around his cock made Jake thrust harder and then spill his hot release right after you.
Still kneeling between your legs, inside you, Jake gave you the softest kiss.
âI love you.â He confessed, still catching his breath.
âJake,â you began, âI love you, too. More than you could know.â
âLove, I think I know.â
Hi! Could you write a Jake Smut? I donât know, maybe a soft one, you guys waking up in the morning
aww. yes, i can write that for you.
i was super in the zone with Honesty, so, iâll need to take some time to think about this one and get in a soft jake mood and such. just putting it out there that idk when iâll start writing and post.
make sure you get yourself on my taglist if you want to be notified when i post or drop me a dm if youâre waiting for one specific fic.
Summary:Â Youâre front row at a Greta Van Fleet concert and Josh wants to get to know you.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, unprotected oral and penetrative sex, long-winded way of getting to the unprotected oral and penetrative sex. Oops.Â
A/N: No one asked for this. Itâs based on a dream I had about Josh. This is also the first time Iâve ever written smut, so, let me know if it makes your pussy tingle⌠or just let me know what you think lol
PS:Â Use protection, people. And pee after sex. Please and thank you.
Oh, also, Y/N is âyour nameâ and Y/F/N is 'your friends nameâ.
[Word count: 3,488]
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Josh was wailing into the microphone and Sam was grooving out â clearly in the zone. Jake was shredding on his guitar and Danny was hitting the drums harder than ever. You never thought youâd actually be able to see Greta Van Fleet live and in the front row. To be so close to them felt like a dream; surreal and magical. They were giving it their all and you appreciated their determination to put on a good show for everyone. You were close enough that you could see the sweat glistening on their skin and their heaving breaths in between songs as they got more and more into it. Jake, in particular, was so sweaty that his long brown hair was sticking to his forehead; that didnât seem to bother him, though. Jake actually caught your eye a couple of times and Josh smiled at you when he noticed you singing along to every song, even the covers. At one point, he actually pointed between you and your friend.
Oh, yeah, Y/F/N: your best friend⌠and ex. You were so transfixed with what was happening on stage that you forgot you werenât there alone. He pointed between the two of you with raised brows, silently asking if you were together, you assumed.
âWeâre here together, not actually together-together!â you yelled over the music âJakeâs searing guitar soloâ shaking your head vehemently and making a cutting motion with your hand towards your neck. Y/F/N looked at you incredulously. Oops. Josh noticed the scalding look they shot you but his face lit up with the brightest smile youâd ever seen. You couldnât believe that you caused this gorgeous rockstar to smile that big, that beautifully. You almost felt proud as your stomach fluttered, heat rose to your cheeks and not just because you had been rocking out so much in close proximity to other fans around you.
Hi! Could you write a Jake Smut? I donât know, maybe a soft one, you guys waking up in the morning
aww. yes, i can write that for you.
i was super in the zone with Honesty, so, iâll need to take some time to think about this one and get in a soft jake mood and such. just putting it out there that idk when iâll start writing and post.
make sure you get yourself on my taglist if you want to be notified when i post or drop me a dm if youâre waiting for one specific fic.
Summary:Â You're front row at a Greta Van Fleet concert and Josh wants to get to know you.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, unprotected oral and penetrative sex, long-winded way of getting to the unprotected oral and penetrative sex. Oops.Â
A/N:Â No one asked for this. It's based on a dream I had about Josh. This is also the first time I've ever written smut, so, let me know if it makes your pussy tingle... or just let me know what you think lol
PS:Â Use protection, people. And pee after sex. Please and thank you.
Oh, also, Y/N is 'your name' and Y/F/N is 'your friends name'.
[Word count: 3,488]
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Josh was wailing into the microphone and Sam was grooving out â clearly in the zone. Jake was shredding on his guitar and Danny was hitting the drums harder than ever. You never thought youâd actually be able to see Greta Van Fleet live and in the front row. To be so close to them felt like a dream; surreal and magical. They were giving it their all and you appreciated their determination to put on a good show for everyone. You were close enough that you could see the sweat glistening on their skin and their heaving breaths in between songs as they got more and more into it. Jake, in particular, was so sweaty that his long brown hair was sticking to his forehead; that didnât seem to bother him, though. Jake actually caught your eye a couple of times and Josh smiled at you when he noticed you singing along to every song, even the covers. At one point, he actually pointed between you and your friend.
Oh, yeah, Y/F/N: your best friend⌠and ex. You were so transfixed with what was happening on stage that you forgot you werenât there alone. He pointed between the two of you with raised brows, silently asking if you were together, you assumed.
âWeâre here together, not actually together-together!â you yelled over the music âJakeâs searing guitar soloâ shaking your head vehemently and making a cutting motion with your hand towards your neck. Y/F/N looked at you incredulously. Oops. Josh noticed the scalding look they shot you but his face lit up with the brightest smile youâd ever seen. You couldnât believe that you caused this gorgeous rockstar to smile that big, that beautifully. You almost felt proud as your stomach fluttered, heat rose to your cheeks and not just because you had been rocking out so much in close proximity to other fans around you.
When the band finally came out for their encore, relief flooded your body. You were worried that might have been it and didnât want it to end. Once again, the twins were interacting with you; smiling, winking and pointing at you throughout their final songs. Y/F/N was almost rolling their eyes, although they were a fan too. Probably just jealous that you were getting most of the attention. They were kind of possessive over you, despite the two of you not being in a romantic relationship for a couple of years now, and receiving flirtatious attention from other people⌠that really pissed them off.
Josh said his thank youâs and goodnightâs and the band left the stage, waving as they went. That was it this time. A sadness settled in your heart and you felt tears well up in your eyes. You were still squished up against the barricade waiting for everyone else to leave.
âExcuse me?â The deep voice made you look up. A tall man dressed in all black, casual attire stood in front of you. âThe band wants to know if youâd be interested in coming backstage.â
Your eyes widened, âOf course, I mean- Iâd be very interested-â Taking a deep breath, you managed to stutter your final response. âYes, Iâd love to!â The man smiled at your eagerness and nodded towards one of the security guys to lift you up and over the barricade. Once you had made it to the other side, you remembered. âWait!â This caused the man to stop in his tracks and turn back around to you. âCan my friend come with me? We came together, I donât want to leave them.â He thought about it for a second.
âYeah, okay. Iâm sure they wonât mind.â
That same security guy helped YFN over the barricade and you followed the man through a door that wasnât visible from out in the standing area. Both of you were led through a dark corridor which was narrow and dingy; this venue wasnât the best. You were actually surprised that they were staying long enough to meet fans, and backstage of all places. When you reached a door with a piece of paper taped to it that read âGreta Van Fleetâ, the realisation of what was about to happen hit you like a truck. There was no time to freak out before the door opened and Josh Kiszka was standing right in front of you, welcoming you inside.
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The dressing room was small but there was enough room for a couch and some acoustic guitars they must have been jamming on before the show. An assortment of food and drink was spread out on the vanity table and there was a bathroom tucked away around a small corner. You were admiring the lights that lined the mirrors when Josh came up to you and handed you a full champagne flute. You thanked him and clinked your glasses together.
âTo showbiz!â He announced. You laughed and looked to the other boys who shot Josh confused looks. âGuys, the lights.â Nothing. âLike in showbiz?â Still nothing. âUgh, it doesnât matter.â He paused for a moment. âOh! Okay, to Y/N!â They all cheered at that, raising their champagne and beer bottles in the air before taking sips, your best friend included. Y/F/N was a musician too and quickly got talking to Jake, Sam and Danny about their gear. It was nice to see them revelling in the attention and really genuinely making friends with the boys. Josh, on the other hand, was more interested in you. Why? You had no idea. Other than also being a singer, you didnât think you had that much in common. He was attractive, though. There was no way you could deny that.
The rest of the guys and Y/F/N took up the couch space, starting to get into an impromptu jam session, strumming away on their guitars. Josh was humming and vocalising along, standing by you while you were perched on the arm of the couch. You watched as he closed his eyes, just following the chord progression. His eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes and his lips looked smooth and soft as he pursed them together, occasionally swiping his tongue across them. Your eyes moved down towards his body. He was still wearing his show outfit: the white jumpsuit with golden embroidery. It was gorgeous up close and also slightly more transparent⌠like, you could see everything. When you realised just how see-through and tight this outfit was, you let out a soft gasp, quickly averting your gaze.
âYou okay?â Shoot. Josh noticed. He wasnât supposed to notice. The guys continued playing in the background.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Great, actually. This is so fun.â You were willing the redness in your cheeks to go away but it was fairly warm in the cramped space.
âIâm glad youâre having a good time.â Josh said, really looking at you this time, you could feel his eyes wandering all over your face.
âWhy did you ask me back here?â You had to know.
âYou seemed cool. Fun to hang out with.â He shrugged. âAnd I can confirm, youâre really cool.â
âNo one has ever called me cool before.â You were fully blushing now, no hiding it and unable to look him in the eye. He held his hand out to you and you almost went to shake it when you realised he was offering to help you up. You took his hand, his skin feeling as soft as it looked.
Josh guided you to the other side of the room.
âJust thought it would be easier to talk here. I know thereâs not much space and itâs still noisy butâŚâ Josh trailed off, leaning against the wall.
âDonât worry about it. Iâm happy to even be here.â You gushed and then tried to reel it in a little. âI mean, I didnât think Iâd be making new friends today, with you guys of all people.â
âI did the second I saw you.â
âOh, really? A little presumptuous but okay.â You raised your eyebrow but giggled at his confession anyway.
âSorry, I donât want to scare you off or anything. Just being honest.â
âI like honesty. Itâs the best policy, you know.â Josh chuckled at that and leaned into you, tucking your hair behind your ear.
âHowâs this for honesty? I find you insanely attractive.â he spoke softly.
âWhat?â You were kind of taken aback, trying to wrap your head around what was happening. You glanced over to Y/F/N and the other guys, feeling like they could hear this entirely unexpected conversation.
âSeriously, Y/N. Why did you think I asked if you two were together? I needed to know if you were available.â
âDonât get me wrong, Josh. Iâm so attracted to you too butâŚâ
âButâŚ?â
âBut I donât know⌠I mean, what do you want out of this?â
âWellââ Josh started but you interrupted.
âI also donât want you to think that I do this thing often because I do not. Iâm here for the music, I would have gone home after the gig if you hadnât asked me back here. I just needed to clarify that before we go any further.â
âIâm glad you didnât. Iâm glad you agreed to meet me. Or us. Whatever.â Josh was stuttering, realising that he was too forward and not wanting to make you uncomfortable. âLook, I really like you. If you want to be friends, thatâs cool too. I just want to know you.â Your head was spinning. The music playing and Joshâs voice melding together along with a ringing in your ears.
âSorry, Iâm feeling super overwhelmed right now, can IâŚ?â You pointed towards the bathroom and Josh nodded and let you have some space.
-
The bathroom wasnât as warm as the dressing room; you could feel yourself cooling down almost immediately. You splashed some water on your face before staring at yourself in the mirror. You hadnât even thought about what you looked like: baby hairs sticking to your forehead with sweat from actually being at the show, clothes pretty casual because you decided to wear what was comfortable. Did Josh really want to know you? Or did he just want to get laid?
There was a knock at the door, interrupting your thoughts.
âCome in.â You called and the door opened, revealing a sorry-looking Josh. You didnât turn around, just looked at him behind you, through the mirror.
âHey, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to freak you out.â He apologised as he let the door click shut behind him, muffling the music being played in the dressing room.
âDonât be. It wasnât you. Just a lot of things happening all at once; sensory overload.â You explained and let out a weak laugh. âFeeling a bit better now, though.â Josh made his way closer to you until his front was pressed against your back.
âCan I make you feel even better?â He kept his voice low and it sounded like velvet, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a breath you didnât even know you were holding and nodded, gazing at the irresistible rockstar as he nuzzled his face into your neck. âYou smell so good.â
âI smell like sweat.â You laughed again.
âYou smell like you. I like it.â He sounded sincere as he started to place wet kisses on your skin, hands wandering to your hips and squeezing. Your breathing hitched and you let Josh do his thing, just enjoying feeling him close to you. When he nipped at the skin below your ear, you let out a moan and felt him squeeze your hips harder. He spun you around to face him and you just went with your instincts.
Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled him down into a searing kiss. Any caution you had before went out the window and you just wanted to feel all of him. When his tongue swiped your lip, you welcomed him in and ran your fingers through his curly hair, tugging at it. This made him moan quietly into your mouth and he moved his hands from your hips to your ass; squeezing some more as you caressed his torso. Your hand ran over the zipper of his jumpsuit and you stopped the kiss to look him in his eyes; silently asking if you could unzip it. Josh nodded eagerly and you wasted no time, pulling it down and pushing the top half of the jumpsuit off of his shoulders, revealing his toned torso. Josh caught your lips in another kiss while his hands wandered under your t-shirt. He hadnât suggested or asked anything but you nodded and let out a muffled âmhmâ against his lips when he brushed his hands over the back of your bra. He unclasped it with ease and moved away to help remove the clothes from your body, leaving them forgotten on the floor.
âFuck.â Josh breathed when he saw your naked chest.
âTouch me. Please, Josh?â You didnât have to ask him twice. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck as his hands squeezed your breasts, occasionally twisting and pulling at your nipples. His touch alone sent arousal straight to your heat. You bit down on your lip when Josh kissed down your sternum and all over your breasts. When he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you gripped onto his hair. Your grip tightened when he moved to the other one, it feeling more sensitive, causing you to whimper. Josh pressed his lips to your chest, up to your neck, jaw, then your mouth; capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He was grinding into your thigh and you could feel him hardening. You couldnât resist and rested your hand on top of his bulge. He stopped kissing you and moaned at your touch, dropping his head on your shoulder. You took that as a cue and kissed down his chest, slowly getting down on your knees in front of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as he watched you pull the rest of his jumpsuit down his thighs, revealing that he wasnât wearing underwear. You gasped when his cock sprang out of the confines of the fabric.
âHey, Iâm supposed to be making you feel better.â Josh cupped your face, his pupils blown wide and a playful smile threatening to spread across his face.
âThis is making me feel better.â You replied, running your hands from his thighs, up to his nipples and back down again, just admiring him. His dick was stiff and girthy; the head pink and glistening with precum already. Your mouth was watering at the thought of tasting him.
Josh bucked into your hand before you could even stroke him properly. When you started stroking âslow and steadyâ he let his head fall back and groaned when you placed a kiss to the underside of his cock. You kitten licked there a few times before taking the head into your mouth; sucking and swirling your tongue while cradling his balls in your other hand and listening as his breathing became more erratic. You pulled your mouth off of the tip with a loud pop and covered your mouth as if that would stifle the sound. Josh shushed you but he was chuckling and shaking his head, his eyes dark but full of sparkle and joy. When you took all of him into your mouth, his grip on your hair tightened and you enjoyed him holding you and controlling the pace, thrusting gently into your mouth. He pulled you off of him by your hair and took your hands in his own to help you get up.
âThat felt so good, baby.â He whispered against your lips, caressing your body as he spoke. âDidnât wanna cum yet.â
You smiled and giggled as he spun you around again to face the sink, watching him in the mirror. You noticed his chest heaving up and down, face flushed and lips swollen; matching you. Josh wrapped his arms around your waist, pressed more kisses to your neck and began playing with your nipples, working you back up again.
He fiddled with the button and zipper of your jeans and pulled them down, along with your underwear; letting them settle around your knees. You gripped the sink counter and spread your legs as far as you could, allowing Josh all the access he needed. With one hand wrapped across your stomach, his hard-on pressed against your ass, Joshâs other hand wandered to your thighs, purposely avoiding your center.
âPlease.â You whimpered, unable to be more specific but Josh knew what you needed. He slid his index finger through your folds, coating it in your arousal.
âIs this all for me? Youâre so wet for me?â All you could do was nod and moan as quietly as possible. Then, he added his middle finger, slicking it up as well and then focusing on your clit. The pressure was soft as he slid his fingers over your clit in small circles. You reached behind you to grab the back of his neck and pulled him down into a desperate kiss, despite the awkward angle. Grinding your ass back into his pelvis, you felt his fingers start to slide inside you. The palm of his hand rubbed against your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of your heat. You could feel your orgasm building already.
âOh, my god.â you breathed as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, over and over, faster and faster until your orgasm washed over you, making your back arch and your toes curl. His fingers stilled as you pulsed around him and tried to catch your breath.
A short moment went by as Josh gave you time to come down. He used his arousal drenched hand to stroke himself.
âFuck me. Please.â You were practically begging, bent over the sink, presenting yourself to him. Despite being exhausted and oversensitive from your orgasm, you needed to feel all of him inside you. He gave himself one more tug and lined himself up with your heat. As he started to push inside, you gripped the counter tighter - the sensation of him filling you up almost made your eyes roll back. Once he was buried inside to the hilt, he stayed there, allowing you to adjust to his size; the stretch was absolutely delicious. When you couldnât wait anymore, you moved forward, letting his cock slip out a little and pushing yourself back onto him.
âSo tight.â Josh seemed breathless and lost for words. He was holding onto your hips and watching himself slip in and out of you, thrusting slowly, savouring the sensation of you around him.
âFuck. Faster." You demanded. He couldnât say no to that. His pace quickened and you both couldnât hold in your moans, breathing louder and more erratic. âOh, god. Donât stop. Please donât stop.â You breathed, so close to your second orgasm. Josh could feel you getting tighter around him and reached down to massage your clit in quick motions, from side to side, while increasing his speed and fucking you harder.
âItâs okay, love. Cum for me.â It was all you could do to squeeze your eyes shut and let Josh pull your orgasm out of you. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. Only a few more thrusts and he came inside you with a low groan.
âShit.â You whispered. âI think we were loud.â The music had stopped... when did they stop playing? Josh was still inside you, catching his breath, when there was a knock at the door.
âHey, Y/N, we need to get going.â It was Y/F/N. Josh swiftly pulled out of you and tucked himself back into his jumpsuit, pulling it back over his shoulders and zipping it up. You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh but you grabbed your bra and t-shirt, hastily putting them back on.
âYeah! Sorry, we were justâŚâ Josh looked to you, panic in his eyes, ââŚhaving a heart to heart?â The question on the end was not helping as you cleaned yourself up as best as you could and pulled your jeans back up.
âOh... I thought Y/N was in here.â They said, confused; obviously oblivious to Josh leaving the dressing room after you.
âI am, Iâm in here! Iâll be two seconds.â You called out to them. They didnât respond. You might have fucked up.
As you were fixing your hair in the mirror and willing yourself to look less fucked-out, Josh let out a sigh.
âI have to say, that was incredible.â He said, a mix of lust and genuine fondness of you in his voice. You just winked at him.
âIt was. We need to do that again sometime.â
this gal. iâm finishing up the first college block this week, so, iâm planning on handing in my final work and coming straight home. this means that iâll have time to chill and write this afternoon (fingers crossed).
feel free to drop some requests because my writing brain needs a kickstart!
oKAY, it seems that no one has any requests they want me to attempt, so, i started writing a josh oneshot yesterday.
itâs literally a dream i had about him the other night. quite cheesy but josh noticing you in the crowd and inviting you backstage. oh, and your best friend and ex is in it because my best friend and ex was in my dream. if i really end up sticking to my dream, there will be smut. idk if that peaks anyoneâs interest. itâs completely unlike josh to fuck a fan he barely knows (i think. i hope.) but for the purposes of fan fiction that is essentially whatâs happening.
this gal. iâm finishing up the first college block this week, so, iâm planning on handing in my final work and coming straight home. this means that iâll have time to chill and write this afternoon (fingers crossed).
feel free to drop some requests because my writing brain needs a kickstart!
this gal. iâm finishing up the first college block this week, so, iâm planning on handing in my final work and coming straight home. this means that iâll have time to chill and write this afternoon (fingers crossed).
feel free to drop some requests because my writing brain needs a kickstart!
long time, no fic. sorry, guys, iâve been super busy with college and stuff and i havenât had time to write. it might be a while before i actually sit down and get something together. just wanted to let you know and thank you for your patience. đ
Summary: Danny is there for you when you experience extreme anxiety.
Warnings: Mental illness, anxiety as the title suggests, angst but it gets fluffy.
A/N: No one asked for this self-indulgent wreck but Iâd had a bit of it written ages ago and I ran with it. Look at me, writing about my own issues.
[Word count: 1,410]
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Danny had invited you to see him and the Kiszkaâs play. As much as you had wanted to decline, stay home and not know what you were missing⌠you couldnât. You couldnât let your friends down â they meant too much to you, Danny in particular.
Smoothing down your plain black skater dress, you could feel the anxiety creeping up. Those stupid butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, creating a lump in your throat, threatening to spill out of your mouth. Usually, at this point, youâd have already taken your makeup off, changed into your pyjamas, curled up in your bed and text your friends that you werenât going to make it but, no, not this time. You were not going to let the fear take over.
The next thing you knew, you were crying in the corner of your bedroom, knees curled up to your chest.
âIâm so sorry, Danny.â You sobbed into your phone, âI was so close. Iâm all dressed up and ready to go but I just canât do it, I canâtââ
Danny spoke softly, âHey, donât worry about it. Youâre okay. You donât have to do anything you donât want to.â The disappointment was evident in his voice and you could picture his face falling when you told him.
You sobbed again, âThatâs the problem! I do want to!â Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to control your shaking hands. You heard him sigh and shush you gently.
âIâm just happy you even considered coming to see me- uh⌠us play. Thereâs always next time. Please just take some time, calm down⌠make yourself some tea and get all comfy. Put some music or a movie on.â
âOkay.â Your voice was barely a whisper. You sniffed, âIâm sorry, again.â
âDonât be. I just want you to feel safe.â
After Danny hung up to get ready for the gig, your anxiety subsided a little as you accepted that you were staying home that evening. Although, guilt was slowly taking its place. Youâd had plenty of time to prepare. He had given you more than enough notice because he knew you needed time to process and prepare yourself mentally for events like this. This sort of thing happened too much and youâd lost too many friends because of it; a lot of them just got fed up of you cancelling plans constantly. You were a flake, completely undependable â your anxiety was triggered by the littlest things: plans changing, new people and unfamiliar places, for example. You missed out on so many experiences that you probably would have enjoyed if you werenât absolutely sick to your stomach with nerves. And, of course, the main visible symptom of your anxiety attacks was crying. People assumed you were being dramatic or seeking attention and that just wasnât the case.
Danny didnât fully understand right away but the more time you spent together, the more he got to know what your triggers were and how to help you calm down. There were many nights where he held you tight, rocking you as you weeped into his chest while attempting to manage your breathing. He had driven half way to parties, and such, with you and turned around to take you back home more times than you could count. There was too much time to think. As much as he tried to distract you and keep your mind from wandering to any potential bad things that could happen, your brain jumped straight to the worse case scenario and you couldnât let it go until you were safe in your own apartment. You felt like such a burden and you told Danny this but he hushed you, held you until you eventually calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.
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It was happening this time. Tears began to sting your eyes as you squeezed Dannyâs hand tighter than ever. At least you had made it to the taxi this time. That was an achievement in itself. You could feel the painful tension radiating from your shoulders, to your neck and then your head as the vehicle bumped around on the road, on the way to the Greta Van Fleet show.
âIâm scared.â You whispered.
âI know, love. Iâm right here.â Dannyâs words were reassuring but thenâŚ
âWhat do I do when you canât be with me? Like, when youâre on stage?â
âYouâll be side stage, youâll see me. Iâll still be right there.â
âButâŚâ you started, âI canât exactly run on stage and drag you off when I need you, Danny.â
âOf course not but youâll be too busy having a good time to need me.â He flashed his bright smile at you as he ran his thumb over your cheek before tucking your hair behind your ear. âYou look fantastic, by the way.â
You sighed at that, flattered. âOkay. Maybe youâre right. I just need to get there. Iâll be fine once weâre there.â
Your legs felt wobbly when you stepped out of the taxi and Danny was quick to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you steady. Youâd arrived super early, so, the venue was quiet and you felt so grateful you got to be with the band. The other guys were already there, hanging out backstage, in their dressing room.
Danny followed you into the room and Jake caught your eye in the mirror as he was fixing his hair.
âY/n is here!â he yelled to get the other guys attention.
Sam and Josh whipped their heads around, then, before you could blink, you were bombarded with cuddles and words of encouragement from the Kiszka brothers. Danny joined in and it turned into a big group hug. Youâd normally feel uncomfortable with this much physical contact at once but youâd never felt more loved and supported. You welcomed their utter acceptance and joy that you were finally going to see them perform. It really was a long time coming.
Danny stood with you while they waited to be called to the stage. You were almost vibrating but it felt more like excitement than anxiety. That was a first.
âHow are you feeling?â There was a pause as you gazed at Dannyâs bare chest which was partly covered by a beautiful black vest, adorned with intricate gold embroidery. You managed to snap out of it, hoping he didnât notice you gawking at him.
âHm? Good! Iâm feeling good. Can you believe it?â
âI can. I knew you could do it. This is a huge deal, Iâm so proud of you.â Danny pulled you into a hug, lifting you off of the floor and twirling you around.
As he set you back down, your faces were inches from one another, your noses almost touching.
When your feet touched back down, you looked up at him. His hands were still around your waist and you felt your hands travel from his chest, settling around his neck. Danny started to lean in and, for a split second, you thought about pulling away; pretending nothing happened. There was no time to think and you found yourself leaning in too, until your foreheads were pressed together.
âYou smell really good.â You spoke quietly, nerves spiking a little.
âThanks.â Danny breathed. âYou do too. You look incredible.â He pulled away slightly to get a better look at your face, his gaze lingering on your mouth. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed a chaste kiss to Dannyâs lips. There was a moment of surprise âhe didnât expect you to initiate itâ but his lips found yours again within seconds. Whistles and cheers from the Kiszkaâs sounded throughout the room; you had forgotten that you werenât alone.
âFinally!â Sam sighed.
You pulled away from Danny, feeling your cheeks heat up instantly, but you didnât have time to feel embarrassed because they were being called to the stage.
The show was amazing. You watched Danny in awe as he was drenched in sweat; his biceps bulged with the sheer force he was hitting the kit but you saw him smiling several times, his concentration breaking a little every time he caught your eye. You couldnât wait to get your hands on him afterwards.
This wasnât the end. You werenât magically cured, as much as you wished that were the case. You knew there would be plenty of tough times ahead but you had Danny to help you through them. For the moment, though, you were content.
Summary:Â You take a trip to the beach with Josh, during winter, and he wants to film you.
Warnings: One swear and bad writing, as usual.
A/N:Â Part 2 of Connection! Sorry this is quite short and for the lame title but I hope this satisfies.
[Word count: 980]
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You were wrapped up in the closest things you had to winter attire; leggings with mom jeans on top, slogan tee, thick sweater, infinity scarf, bobble beanie, double breasted coat and chunky Chelsea boots. Josh had insisted that you take a trip down to the beach together, despite the freezing cold weather. Both of you were sitting in the car, parked right by the beach, and bracing yourselves before heading out into the icy wind. A thin mist had settled over the ocean and there was no one else to be seen.
They had the right idea. you thought.
Josh pulled his beanie over his head, zipped up his black puffer jacket and counted to three before he opened the door and stepped outside, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. The frigid air hit you instantly and you watched your boyfriend running on the spot, trying to warm up while he waited for you to do the same.
What a dork. you thought, giggling to yourself. When you finally hopped out of the car, you felt your face numb almost immediately.
âRemind me, again, why weâre doing this?â You shouted over the crashing waves; your breath visible as you spoke, walking around to Josh. The wind whipped right through you, causing you to hold on to your hat.
âBeach! Race you!â Before you could respond, Josh ran towards the stairs that led down to the sand. You chased after him, still keeping a hand atop your head, not wanting to lose your beanie. When you reached the sand, just after Josh, it crunched underneath your shoes and you could feel your body start to warm up within your layers of clothes. It was harder to keep up with him after that and you gave up, strolling towards him when he stopped near the water and turned to you; his hand out waiting for you to grab it. Once you had caught up and intertwined your fingers with his, he placed a quick peck to your red nose and you began to walk the length of the shore together, swinging your arms as you went.
After a short while, the waves quietened down a little and the wind wasnât threatening to steal the only thing you had to keep your head warm. Seagulls flew overhead and you could hear them squawking away at each other.
âThis is nice.â you breathed, letting go of your boyfriends hand to wrap your arm around his waist; trying to soak up as much body heat as possible. Josh draped his arm around your shoulders and pressed a gentle kiss to your head.
âI have an idea.â He said with a mischievous grin.
âWhatever it is, I donât wanna know. I know you, Joshua Kiszka!â You couldnât help but smile back at him, although you were a little apprehensive. Josh dug around in his backpack and pulled out his camera.
âDo you think I could film you a little?â
You were taken aback by the question. âMe? Why would you want to do that?â
âBecause youâre beautiful, y/n. Iâve never seen anyone so fuckingâŚâ he paused for a moment, gazing at you affectionately, ââŚexquisite. I want to capture these moments forever.â
Your thoughts started to argue with him but you tried not to let it show â you were thankful that he really believed these things about you and you wished you could too.
âOkay⌠what do you need me to do?â You asked hesitantly, shoving your hands in your pockets.
âJust be you, my love.â His smile was bright and then you found yourself embracing him. No-one had ever completely accepted you the way you were, flaws and all, and Josh continued to do this ever since you met him in that movie theatre.
âI love you.â you whispered by his ear. The confession was uncontrollable, just tumbled out of your mouth.
You felt him squeeze tighter and chuckle. âI love you too, darling.â
Josh had stepped a little ways away and you stayed where you were, closer to the sea. The wind was starting to pick up again, causing your hair to whip around your face despite being partly contained in your hat. You watched as he fiddled with the camera settings while you took in the sounds around you, trying to loosen up a little.
âReady?â Josh called out and you nodded. âAction!â
You simply moved in ways that felt natural; you could have let your awkwardness take over and pose, bringing out the peace sign or whatever but you just let yourself be. At first you simply held your arms out, letting the cold wind cut through you, and then you started to sway and twirl around; just focusing on what you were feeling and hearing. When you started to skip along the sand, Josh followed you. He kept catching your eye and youâd never smiled so hard, the muscles in your cheeks beginning to ache.
âHow was that?â You asked as you waded through the sand, towards Josh. The camera beeped and he looked at the screen.
âPerfect.â He responded softly.
âStop.â You giggled, breathless, the cold air starting to get to your lungs. âLetâs look at it in the car.â
You instantly felt warmer when you slammed the car door shut and switched the heating on. Josh switched his camera back on and shuffled through the different videos to get to the latest one, pressing play. You watched your figure come in and out of focus as Josh zoomed in on you. Heâd settled on your face for a while, your nose and cheeks rosy from the cold, and then zoomed back out to capture your body movements. You could hear his little breaths and chuckles behind the camera as he admired you.
âAbsolutely ethereal.â he commented, completely sincere. You werenât watching the video anymore, just marvelling at your love, watching you.
Dating Josh was like a dream; it was almost too good to be true. Youâd finally found your person.
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Hi love â¤ď¸ when can we expect a pt 2 to Connection? âşď¸ I love it already! Itâs so sweetđĽ°
hello and thank you, iâm glad you think so!
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