All of It, Always
a/n: PART TWO!! Please read the first part here, you won’t regret it. This is so insanely self indulgent. I love this Josh horrendously. There’s a little more backstory here and a cameo from our other favorite twin. Thank you again for inspiring me, you know who you are 😘
word count: 9k+ (it’s worth it, I promise)
pairing: Josh x female!reader
summary: A night of realizations, revelations, and requests. Your sweet sunshine boyfriend is back and better than ever.
warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, drinking, graphic sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, anal play, unprotected penetrative sex, probably praise!kink, definitely breeding!kink, a metric ton of sweet fluff (they’re in love, y’all!)
You’d known that was the wrong answer the instant the words had rolled off of your insolent tongue.
Josh had reacted with renewed envy, choosing to spend the rest of that night, and several after, really putting in his best work yet. The sex was always good, but things had elevated past good and definitely into “mind-blowing” territory. You already only had eyes for him, but he did everything he deemed necessary to keep it that way. After a few dark nights spent at the mercy of Josh’s jealousy-fueled dominant alter ego, he did, eventually, let you sincerely apologize for getting a little too flirty with “Mr. Bartender”. And though he accepted the apology he still doesn’t love hearing the guy’s name slip from your mouth.
“I don’t care what his name is. I don’t particularly care for him at all. Love you though, sweetheart” he would try to laugh it off, changing the subject with a playful kiss to whichever part of you that was closest to him.
Drunken, light-hearted evenings were spent at any other bar, I hate that guy’s face, sometimes as a couple but more often than not, with a brother or three in tow. Tonight you’ve found yourselves settled in a booth, Josh to your left and his twin brother across from you… and He Who Shall Not Be Named slinging drinks behind the bar.
“Don’t get me wrong, the company is great. Distinguished even, but why this place?” Josh whines at your side, sounding a bit like a petulant child. You feel your eyes roll in annoyance but look to Jake, the levelheaded and reasonable twin, to put your boyfriend at ease.
The location of your outing had been Jake’s choice, stating his preference for the music they typically play as well as the quality of the pool tables and the women. He’s in tune with your irritation, having heard his brother ramble on endlessly about the “douchebag that tried to steal my woman away” every time the three of you had attempted to make plans the past few weekends.
“Let it go Josh. Look at Y/N, she’s thoroughly bored with that conversation and quite frankly so am I.” This has Josh turning his head to you. You give him a slightly sympathetic smile, not ever wanting to hurt his feelings too badly. His eyes snap back to his brother’s face when Jake continues, “Plus, she looks hot tonight and somehow chooses to stick with you, a man who has been wearing the same exact outfit every day for last year? Two years even? Thank god you at least changed your hair. Consider yourself lucky she still gives you the time of d-“
“OKAY, god damn Jake, I get it,” Josh concedes.
“Now now kids, can we all stop being brats about this and just have a good time? I need a drink or five,” a smile spreads across your face as you look to them both. You just want to enjoy yourself and spend time with the two best guys you know. Josh stands to head to the bar to order a round but you reach out quickly to grab his hand. Movements stopped, he looks down to your joined hands and your thumb lightly rubbing the backside of his. With a small amount of confusion twisting his features, eyebrows turned upward where they almost meet in the middle, his eyes land on the mildly panicked look that you’re trying to conceal on your face.
“Umm, why don’t you let Jake order for us? Or just take him with you, at least. You don’t have enough hands to carry all of our drinks.” Eyes glancing to Jake’s, he understands what you’re asking and why. Josh does too, but he’s a little hurt that you wouldn’t trust him to behave like an adult when face to face with… Mr. Bartender.
He truly doesn’t want to argue with you over it any longer, obviously preferring the almost fairytale-like little bubble the two of you usually float in. Josh didn’t put any stock in soulmates before meeting you, believing instead that humans are simply animals, meant to spread love freely and feel pleasure, well, as they please. His entire philosophy changed the moment his eyes first landed on you, placing an order in a quaint little coffee shop not too far from where you guys are now. He was grabbing tea alone, as he often did, and while waiting for his order to be prepared you breezed through the door and effectively turned his world upside down. You left the coffee shop that day with his number and a promise to meet up sometime.
That was just over three years ago, your romance a whirlwind so cheesy that you occasionally found your friends or his brothers faking gagging noises behind your backs.
Dragging Josh back to the present, Jake pipes up. “No worries Y/N, we’ll go grab the drinks. You want your usual?”
Always grateful for his steadying presence in your lives, you flash Jake an appreciative smile. “Yes please! Since you’re both going, order some shots for us too. Gentlemen’s choice!” Josh’s hand is still grasped in yours, so you pull it to your lips to leave a soft and, you hope, reassuring kiss to the spot you’d been caressing with your thumb. “Hey,” your next words are just for him, so Jake starts to head toward to the bar. Josh looks at you tenderly, his heart squeezing, god I love her so fucking much. “I love you so bad babe,” your words mirror his thoughts so similarly, it causes a soft laugh to escape him.
Leaning down to bring his face to yours, his hands softly grasp either side of it. So close to you now, you can see an actual twinkle in his eyes before he places a loud, smacking kiss to your lips and releases you. “I love you more my sweet, sweet girl!” He’s fully laughing now, your affections have a comfortable warmth blooming in his chest. He finally turns away from you to join his brother, but as he walks that direction he shoots one more look over his shoulder. “And you DO look hot tonight! I’m a fucking lucky man!” His voice is loud and almost sing-songy. You laugh loudly at his display but cover your mouth with your hand as you dissolve into giggles, while several heads have turned in your direction.
Jake watches his brother’s shenanigans with an affectionate grin, he really loves you for his twin. Josh had definitely met his match that day at the coffee shop. He’d come home and it had taken hours for him to shut up about your ten minute interaction. Jake remembers it fondly though, he could feel the change within his barely older brother, almost as if it was happening to himself.
“Took you long enough, I’ve been standing here alone so long I was about to try and fuck what’s-his-name,” Jake jokes.
“Ha ha, you are so very hilarious my dear brother! Comedic timing is unmatched! Did you order yet?”
“No, sorry. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a beer or something else, and we hadn’t talked about shots.”
“TEQUILA! Austin, my good man, we require tequila!” Josh calls out. Jake’s eyebrows shoot up; Josh’s mood has either improved greatly, or he’s about to do or say something incredibly stupid. Bracing himself for the latter, he looks across the bar to… Austin, he’s afraid to actually say the dude’s name out loud in case Josh snaps. He has no desire to be kicked out of this place, he just wants to get drunk and try to pick up one of the at least fifteen beautiful women he’s been watching mingle around the room.
“Hey man,” Jake starts casually as he places your trio’s drink order. Josh allows it without incident and he can feel the tension leave his shoulders as he realizes he’s not going to end up in the middle of… whatever kind of scene Josh was capable of causing. The bartender has got at least four, probably five inches of height on both of them, so the avoidance of any kind of physical altercation has Jake breathing a sigh of relief.
“So what’s got you quite obnoxiously cheerful all of a sudden? You were being a real prick when we got here,” Jake goads the curly-headed man beside him.
“Ahh Jacob, one day you will understand how the love of a beautiful woman can change a man completely!” Josh, always with a flair for the dramatic, states while his hands move wildly to emphasize his words. “Seriously though, I just realized how much I can’t stand fighting with her. We really never argue, not about anything heavy. And you’re both right, I’ve been behaving like a fucking toddler about this whole thing and she doesn’t deserve that shit,” he’s rambling but Jake doesn’t stop him. He’s finally making sense tonight. “I know you guys all think we’re a little gross, like sickeningly sweet or whatever you’d like to call it, but she’s perfect for me ya know? I’d do anything for her, give her anything.
I think I’m gonna marry her.”
At that moment, the drinks arrive along with three shots of tequila, slices of lime and a shaker of salt. Austin has got everything on a tray for easy transport back to the table.
Jake had felt his eyes bug out at his brother’s final statement but reigned in his facial expression quickly. “Honestly Josh, that’s the smartest fucking thing you’ve said in weeks.”
The bar is pretty busy tonight, so the wait for the boys to return didn’t really surprise you though you missed their presence the whole time they were gone. You’d watched them interacting from your side of the booth, always fascinated by the whole twin thing. When Josh had first introduced you to his brothers you had actually cackled, quite unattractively, in his face as he’d presented you to Jake.
“This one is Jacob, you may call him Jake, he also prefers ‘Sir’ depending on the occasion. We’re actually identical twins.”
No fucking way. You’d decided in that moment that you didn’t trust Michigan doctors, at least not the ones providing prenatal care to their mother back in the 90’s. These two men could not have appeared more UN-identical to you. Similar, perhaps. Definitely related. But you’d wait to see DNA results before you believed they were identical twins.
In the present, as you had watched them at the bar and now as they’re walking back to your table, you stifle a chuckle. Their height difference is slight, increased by Jake’s obsession with his Chelsea boots, their hair completely different. Josh wears his hair curly and had recently shaved the sides down to nothing, leaving a mullety-mohawk of fluff. Jake wears his long, well past his shoulders currently, and it holds a slight wave. You’re sure they do it on purpose, to make them distinct from one another, but you’re also positive that if they each shaved their heads they would still look nothing alike. Despite their difference in appearance, you’ve become accustomed to all of their weird twin-isms. They do have the same mannerisms, and you swear they’re reading each others minds sometimes.
You’re happy to see them wearing matching smiles as they make their way over with a tray full of drinks.
“That went smoothly, I assume? This one didn’t make any trouble for you, did he Jake?” You’re wagging a finger playfully at your boyfriend.
“No trouble at all, but I keep him on a short leash when we’re in public darling,” Jake laughs. Josh doesn’t mind the occasional pet names that his brother uses for you. He knows Jake adores you, and he honestly didn’t think he had a jealous bone in his body before that night a few weeks ago.
“Okay okay that’s plenty of jokes at my expense, thank you! Brother, please have a seat. Let’s drink, shall we?” Josh is stood at the end of the table, lording over the both of you with his shot glass in hand.
You and Jake each reach for your own glass, and the three of you raise them together. Josh continues, “I propose a toast! CHEERS, to… growing up,” he’s referring to this night and getting over the childish fit he’d been throwing, but also thinking over his earlier words to Jake, about wanting to marry you. Wanting to get married seems pretty grown up to him, pretty adult. “Growing older, sure, but also growing wiser! For age does not change the person within, it is the person within that changes throughout ages!”
Jake is trying, and failing, to keep his mouth shut and just let the overgrown theater kid in Josh have his moment. “Ah yes, and isn’t it interesting that-“
“Quiet Jake,” Josh interrupts. “I’m the poetic one. And mom told me she likes me best! Cheers!”
You’re beaming up at him, grinning from ear to ear. You all bring your glasses together and down your shots, grabbing your lime wedges immediately. Josh sputters and starts laughing, “We forgot the salt! This fucker distracted me!”
The night devolves into fits of laughter causing tears to spill as the twins tell tall tales from their youths, most of which you had heard twice, or three times before over the last few years. On Jake’s fourth trip back up to the bar, he’s caught the attention of a girl there and they’re soon making those infamous ‘fuck me’ eyes at each other, their faces so close while they speak that you think they’re going to say fuck it and start making out right in front of Austin.
You take advantage of this moment alone with Josh. You’re already seated so close to each other on the bench that your left side is completely pressed to his right. He’d been looking over at the bar, eyeing his twin to make sure he stays out of trouble, but you bring a palm to rest on his cheek and pull his focus back to you.
“Oh hi gorgeous,” he breathes out against your palm, turning slightly to press his lips, now wet and pink from the liquor, into your skin.
“Hey baby. Missed you.” You’re focused on his eyes, which have definitely lost some focus, and you notice how dark they are. They get like this when he’s inebriated, and you can’t help but think how similar it is to the way they look when he’s drunk on lust, on you.
“Mmm, been here all night sweetheart, not going anywhere,” he mumbles now into the pulse point in your wrist. “Heart’s beating so fast, you feeling okay?”
You nod your head for him, “Think I might wanna go home soon though. I wanna be alone with you for awhile, miss you.” You’re hoping he’s not so far gone that he misunderstands the meaning behind your words.
“Oh, you miss me huh,” he’s reached over your lap to grip your thighs and pull your legs to lay across his. His hands remain on the lower half of your body, alternating between grabbing handfuls of your thighs to rubbing soft circles there with the tips of his fingers. “Did I remember to tell you how hot you look tonight? ‘D be a terrible boyfriend if I forgot.” He leans his head closer to you, breathing into the side of your neck.
“You did babe, you actually yelled it for the whole bar to hear.”
“OH good, they should know. That was smart of me,” he murmurs against your collarbone, puckering his lips softly there for a moment. “I do wish you were wearing that little hoochie skirt of yours again, I could just slip my fingers up-“
“Don’t say ‘hoochie’” you huff out, chuckling and pushing his face away from you. “Don’t call it slutty either, it’s a nice skirt! It’s just a little short.”
“Y/N, please don’t interrupt me when I’m trying to be sexy,” he giggles a little, knowing he sounds ridiculous. “M’just saying, I wanna touch you a little bit. Don’t you wish I could touch you right now? No one would know, no one can see under the table. Bet you’re so warm, you’re always so warm, it feels so good…”
He trails off and you’re certainly feeling warm now. Jake chooses this moment to make his reappearance at the table. “Well well well, doesn’t this look cozy.” His speech isn’t quite slurred but his tongue definitely sounds loose. Josh is unaffected by his presence, choosing to sit silently and enjoy the feeling of his hands still rubbing across the denim covering your legs.
“You certainly looked cozy over by the bar,” you poke back. “Who’s your new friend?”
“Oh, she’s great. Her name is… Steph! Her name is Steph, from Michigan… no I’m from Michigan, she’s from Chicago. I got her number.” He pulls a napkin out of the breast pocket of his mostly unbuttoned flannel. “See look,” he unfolds it and his face drops. “Oh shit it’s STEF, she spells it with an F. I need to remember that…”
“Hey Jake, we’re thinking of getting outta here. Did you… wanna ride home with us or…”
“No no, I think I’ll stay a little bit. Keep talking to Stef for awhile. Are you guys gonna call an Uber?”
You and Josh really didn’t live far from the bar, and the night was clear and pleasantly warm so the three of you had walked there, planning on calling for a ride home. Josh breaks out of the haze he’s fallen under, watching his fingers moving on your legs, “Yeah yeah, we’re gonna get a ride. Please call us in the morning? Or just text one of us when you make it… wherever you end up, so we know you’re okay?”
Jake responds with a two finger salute, “Will do, love you guys.” He spins on his heel to seek out his new friend, as you’d put it.
Josh moves your legs off of his lap and stands from the table, extending his hand to you. “Hope he gets the tab. Let’s go home my love.”
You open the app on your phone to summon your ride as you walk through the bar. Josh’s hand has found its home on your lower back, as it so often does. This time though, it causes a tingle to run up your spine. You’re both feeling loose from the alcohol, and he’s been so sweet tonight, your perfect man. You need him to finish what he started, keep touching you, keep loving you. Outside on the sidewalk, he pulls you to him, your back pressed tight against his front, his arms wrap around your middle and yours hug him to you.
He pulls your hair to the side and tucks his face into the space where your neck meets your shoulder, trailing light kisses there and breathing in deeply through his nose. “Mmm baby.. you’re so soft right here. So soft everywhere. Can’t wait to touch you.”
You love him like this, intoxicated by you.
Right on time, your Uber pulls up to the curb. Josh releases your body and opens the door to the backseat for you. “Your chariot awaits m’lady.” His grin is infectious and you feel your own forming.
“Thank you, sir.” His eyebrows raise at that as you climb in.
“Careful sweet girl, I liked that a little bit.”
He jogs around to the other side of the car and climbs in beside you. Though it takes considerable effort, you keep your hands to yourself on the short drive. When you’re dropped off in front of your house, you both scramble out of the backseat, desperate for a taste of each other. Chasing after him to your front door, you shift anxiously on your feet, left to right, standing behind Josh as he fumbles with his keys to unlock the door. You reach down with both hands and squeeze his ass one good time on each side, “Baby c’mon, open the fucking door.”
“I’m trying! Quit grabbin’ my ass!”
He finally gets the door open and grabs your arm to pull you through with him. You stumble over your own feet in the entryway, laughing loudly at how silly it all is. He’s able to slam the door closed and even remembers to lock it before he turns to you, already toeing the shoes off of his feet, throwing the keys to the floor.
You stand there, facing each other, trying to catch your breath. A cheshire grin spreads across his lips as he looks you up and down. “Y/N, I love you more than anything, and you look so pretty, but I need you to take your fucking clothes off. Right now.”
He’s already pulling his own shirt off and tossing it aside, taking a step toward you. His chest is heaving like he just ran a marathon, but he’s thought about nothing but getting inside you for the last hour, probably longer. He needs you, needs to sink his teeth into you, needs to taste you and a feel you around his cock, fuck.
You tear your own top over your head and drop it to the floor, kick your shoes to the side then lift a hand and call him even closer with a come hither motion of your fingers. “Come and get me, pretty boy.” With that, you turn and sprint through the living room, dodging the admittedly too expensive recliner, rounding the coffee table and diving into the couch. Josh is hot on your heels and lands on top of you just as you’ve turned your body to be splayed out flat on your back. His mouth is instantly attached to your neck, biting a little more harshly than he’d intended. A moan creeps out of your throat, it feels better than you’d like to admit but Josh appreciates your enthusiasm. He’s already rocking his hips into your thigh as you fumble a hand behind your head to illuminate the lamp on the side table.
Once you’re bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, he lifts his head to look into your eyes. “Baby I need you, please let me in. I don’t think I can wait.”
“Calm down babe, slow down a little.” He groans in disappointment but you continue, “Just want you to love on me some more, don’t you wanna touch me now? You wanted to touch me so bad in that booth, I wanted it too, wanna feel you. You haven’t even kissed me yet…”
Damn, he realizes you’re right. He’s being selfish and that’s just not his style. “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he props himself up on one elbow and caresses your face with his other hand. “You’re absolutely right, you deserve more. Deserve everything, anything you want.” He tucks his head down to peck kisses across the exposed skin of your chest. “Tell me what you want, you can have it all. I’d give you anything Y/N, anything you asked.”
“Just fucking kiss me already Joshua.”
He obliges. Once his lips are on yours, you finally hum a sweet sound of satisfaction. It’s like music to his ears, made sweeter by your hands reaching around him to draw your nails up and down the soft skin of his back. You’ve been dying to get your hands on him too, having avoided touching him too much all night, the bar too public of a place to indulge yourself.
His kiss is persistent, he needs entrance to your body however he can get it and he needs it now. Your lips are slotted together perfectly, and you feel his tongue slip over your bottom lip. Begging. Parting your lips just enough for him to understand, his tongue pushes past them to meet yours, a groan rumbles deep in his throat. Your tongues slip against each other for a few long moments, you’re making out on the couch like a pair of teenagers until you suck Josh’s bottom lip into your mouth and nip your teeth into it. A needy whine draws from him.
Breaking away from your lips, his breaths are ragged as he huffs out, “What do you want baby? Wanna give you the world, anything you need. Wanna worship you…”
Jesus Christ you love the sound of that. What you want right now though is more for his benefit. “Want you in my mouth Josh, please let me taste you babe, please?”
“I would never deny such a request,” he giggles. “Are you sure though? I want this to be about you, all for you.”
“It is for me, that’s what I want. Can I have it please, right here?” As he watches, you pull his hand that’s been cupping your cheek toward your mouth, parting your kiss-bruised lips you suck his first two fingers inside. His eyes are hooded as he takes in the sight, pumping his fingers against your tongue a few times.
“Uh, y-yeah let’s do that. Fuck, let’s do that right now. C’mon.” He pulls his fingers away from your lips and eyes the string of saliva that keeps you connected until it breaks. He runs those fingers down your chin, lightly down the column of your throat, then down your chest until they land on the black lace that still covers your breasts. “Why aren’t we naked? C’mere sweet girl.” He lifts his body from its place between your legs and grasps your hands to help you up from the couch.
He doesn’t waste any time, reaching around you to unclasp your bra and immediately tugging the straps down your arms and away from you, tossing it aside. His eyes are locked in on your bare chest as you keep moving to pop the button on your jeans.
“Mm let me, please?” He stops your hands and replaces them with his own on the waist of your pants. Bending forward, he moves those hands up to grip your waist for a moment before sliding them upward until they surround your ribcage, thumbs now rubbing circles on the sensitive skin on the underside of each breast. “You’re so soft, perfect really. Perfect for me,” he murmurs before moving in to place a wet kiss to the plush top of each one. Dropping to kneel in front of you, he trails those kisses down the front of your body until he reaches the undone closure of your jeans. The kisses move across your lower stomach from left hip to right as his hands work to pull the zipper down and his fingers slip under the material and begin peeling it down your legs. His soft, plump lips remain attached to the skin of your stomach, sucking light marks into it, a reminder that he’s been there. That you’re his. His mind has wandered a bit as your hands find and grip his bare shoulders.
He’s thinking again about your future together, about how someday he’d like to be in this position, kissing your belly as it’s swollen with his baby inside you. The thought has his dick twitching in his pants. That’s interesting.
“Josh, where’d you go hm?” you speak softly above him, bringing a hand to run over his curls and guide his head back until you can meet his eyes. The emotion you find there takes your breath away. “Baby?”
“Sorry love, got a little distracted,” he chuckles at your word choice in the moment. Baby. He leans forward again and presses a hot kiss to the lacy material that still covers your pussy, letting his tongue slip out and over the dampened spot between your thighs. “Let’s lose these, yeah?” Gripping the sides of your underwear, he yanks them down to your ankles and you step out, finally completely bare for him. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispers up to you before standing.
Your hands, still on his shoulders, move to grip the hair at the back of his neck. Pulling him against you, you kiss him deeply but push him away just as quickly. “Pants off Josh, I wanna see you.” You’re getting desperate for him.
“Help me out a little?” He wears a smirk on his face, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are mischievous but so full of love you think your heart might burst. In a flurry of motion, your hands are on him, practically tearing open the fly of his pants and pushing them to the floor, his briefs going down with them. Your eyes go wide at the sight of his dick, hard and heavy, leaking at the tip. You have to touch it, you’ve needed the feeling for too long. Instantly you’ve got a hand gripped around the length of him and a strangled noise escapes him. “God damn Y/N,” he pants, “what do you want? You still wanna wrap your pretty lips around me?”
The words alone have your pussy clenching, pulsing at the thought, your mouth is watering. You feel a drop of your own arousal creep it’s way down the inside of your thigh. You don’t respond with words, instead releasing his dick and pushing him to sit on the couch. He’s spread out for you, arms thrown wide across the back where he also drops his head, his throat exposed to you, cock twitching and bobbing, standing straight up from his lap.
He’s so fucking sexy like this. You think that maybe you don’t tell him often enough, so as you sink to your knees before him, you do.
“Josh.. I swear on my life, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Your fingertips are tingling, aching to feel more of him against them, and they find their way to his chest. You draw them over his smooth, flawless skin and circle each nipple once before continuing lower. The muscles of his chest and stomach are lightly defined and perfectly sculpted, they flex and relax under your touch. You can see each curve and ridge with the shadows cast by the light beside you. “Easily the sexiest guy I’ve ever fucked.”
His head shoots up from its reclined position. “Oh yeah?” You nod in confirmation, looking up at him through your eyelashes. An emotion you can’t quite place flashes behind his eyes, “Well I’m glad you think so darling, because I’m easily the last guy you’ll ever fuck. I’m never letting you go, love.”
You bring your thighs together and shift just a little. His commitment to you is wildly arousing, you hadn’t really realized that was something that was a turn-on for you.
He drops his head back against the couch, “Be a sweet girl and suck my cock babe. Take whatever you want, if I don’t get inside you soon I think I may just pass away.”
“So dramatic, Josh.” You roll your eyes though he can’t see it. He’s chuckling under his breath until your fingers, still moving over his abdomen, dance through the light trail of hair that leads to his dick then grip him again firmly. The laughter catches in his throat and his breath hitches. He lifts his head, he loves to watch you, committing the visual to memory every time. You stroke him slowly a couple of times before bringing your mouth to the swollen, pillowy head. Your tongue seeks him out and you swirl it once around the tip before licking straight up the slit, the precum leaking from it hits your tastebuds and you hum in appreciation as your lips finally wrap around him.
“Fuuuuuuck angel, thank you baby,” he sighs. “Gimme a little more, show me how bad you wanted it.”
You bob your head, meeting your fist wrapped around his base, a couple of times before moving both hands to grip his thighs and pushing your face down until your nose is nestled against his pubic hair. His hands fly to your hair, skillfully pulling it into a makeshift ponytail that he grips in one fist as he holds you there. You swallow around him and his cock twitches in the back of your throat.
“Shit babe, just like that. Feels so good, I could cum right now. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanna drink me down huh?”
You nod slightly, the best you can do with your mouth stuffed full with him. He pulls you off of him slowly, your tongue dragging along the underside and flicking along the tip before he jerks your head back, mouth audibly popping off of his length.
“Yes Josh, please,” you rasp out, “cum in my mouth. You taste so good babe, that’s what I want. Are you gonna give it to me?”
“Sorry my love, I have grander plans for you. Oh don’t look so disappointed, I promise you’ll love it,” he punctuates the sentence with a wink.
“Mmm I’m so sure that I will,” you mumble with your lips against the tip of his throbbing cock. You sink down around him again and he groans, long and loud. You bring a hand around the back of your head to tap his hand that’s still gripping your hair. He knows what you want and he intends to give it to you, at least for a moment. He closes his eyes and imagines that it’s your pretty pink cunt sucking him in as he thrusts his hips off the couch, slipping into the back of your throat. Moving your head how he needs, he fucks into your mouth gently. If he goes any harder, he knows this will be over before you’ve really gotten started. Your cheeks are hollowed around him and you hum as his dick slides over your greedy tongue over and over. The vibration causes him to thrust into you sharply and you gag before pulling off of him. “Too much babe, I wasn’t ready,” you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
On a heavy breath, he scolds you. “Sorry honey, but I really don’t give a fuck if it was too much. That’s what you wanted, practically begging for my dick in your mouth and my cum down your throat. You’re sort of dirty, aren’t you sweetheart?”
He’s right, and you can feel yourself making a mess on the throw rug below you. “Yeah, I’m just a little bit dirty Joshua, just for you… baby I need you to touch me now. Feel empty, need you to fill me up.”
“Say no more, angel. Can I take you upstairs? Wanna get comfortable, take care of you. Won't that be nice?”
He’s so good to you, so good for you. You nod your head and smile, “Please, let’s go.”
He grips your upper arms and pulls you to stand. Your knees are a little sore and legs weak, you stumble once you’re on your feet and Josh glances down to ensure you’ve got your balance. He catches the light reflecting off the tiny puddle you’ve left, soaking into the rug. “Fuck baby, I’m sorry. Left you wet and needy for way too long. M’gonna fix that.” Suddenly you’re scooped up and hauled over his shoulder, you laugh out but hang on tight. As he moves through the room and toward the stairs, one of his hands gripping the flesh on the backs of your thighs slides inward. A single digit slips against your pussy and you both make your own eager sound.
“Hurry up Josh, shit don’t drop me!”
With absolutely zero grace, you’re tossed onto the middle of the bed as soon as you reach it. Josh instantly drops to his stomach between your legs, already reaching to pull them farther apart.
“Baby wait, I want this, I want it so bad but… can we try something different?”
He’s listening, his eyebrows raised with curiosity.
“Anything I want right? You’d give it?”
“Absolutely anything, and then some. What do you need, sweet girl?”
“Can I…” you trail off, feeling bashful. You don’t think that what you want is so outlandish, you’ve just never done it before and always wanted to. “Can I ride your face?” It comes out as a whisper, you feel ridiculous as your cheeks turn pink.
“Shit Y/N. I think you might really be an angel, sent to earth just for me. Get the fuck up here.” He pops up and moves to lay closer to the head of the bed. You roll and crawl to him, moving over his body and straddling his hips. Grinding your slick cunt over his dick, the head catches your clit and you gasp out. “Give me a kiss, love. One kiss, and then I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. C’mere.”
You lean down and press a fast, needy kiss to his lips, desperate to feel them push you over the edge. “How do I…?”
“Just climb up here and throw a leg over me, like you’re gonna sit on my chest. That’s it, perfect.” He’s staring directly into your core hovering over his mouth, and he reaches his arms around your thighs to grip your ass and guide you closer. As soon as you’re close enough for his tongue to reach, he jerks your body to him, smothering himself with your pussy. And he fucking loves it.
He starts with a stripe through your folds, to spread you open for him. Your hands find his curls and you grip them for support. His eyes flutter open to meet yours, asking silent permission to fulfill your request. “Do it Josh, make me cum on your pretty face, please baby do it OH!”
Your begging is put to an end as he licks another quick stripe through you and sucks your clit into his mouth with force. He rolls it around on the tip of his tongue and your head falls forward as you give in to it. Pulling off of you, he places a chaste peck of a kiss to it before laying his tongue out flat and pulling you down to meet it. The tip of his nose is pressed to your nub and he rocks his head from side to side. He uses his grasp on your ass to guide you into moving your hips against him. You watch him work, struggling to keep your eyes open. Though you’re positive he can’t breathe, his eyelids are fluttering as his eyes roll back in his skull. He’s loving this, and if he dies right now from lack of oxygen, you think he’d die the happiest man on the planet.
You feel the familiar burn starting low in your belly as you’re bucking your hips against his face, his nose catching your clit on each thrust. This feels wholly different than it normally does, when you’re laid out on your back for him. He’s usually added fingers to the mix, filling and stretching you, working you over. You think to yourself more, and an idea starts to form.
“Josh, baby you feel so good fuck babe, so good for me.”
He moans into your pussy and the vibration is delicious.
“I need more, need something else.”
He halts the movement of your hips and lifts you from him slightly. After a few deep, heaving breaths, he speaks. “What sweetheart? Tell me.”
Words escape you, a little of that embarrassment creeping back in. Instead of speaking your need, you reach to place a hand over one of his that remains on your backside. You move his hand inward, his fingertips inching towards your asscrack. You don’t stop until the tip of his middle finger brushes against the one place he’s never touched you before.
His cock, which had been softening from lack of attention, starts to throb once again. “My dirty girl, my sweet fucking nasty girl. You sure baby?”
“Is that… okay? I know we’ve never-“
“Anything. Here, we’re gonna need this.” He pulls his hand away from your backside and taps your bottom lip with the same middle finger. You wrap your lips around it and lavish it with your tongue, knowing sufficient lubrication is going to be necessary. He pulls it out and hums, “Mm good girl. Better to be safe than sorry though. Lift up a little more.” You do as he asks, using your legs to raise up from his face. He maneuvers his arm around until his hand reaches your center, and slides the digit through the wetness there. You’re soaked at this point, a mixture of your arousal and his saliva sufficiently covering your pussy, the insides of your thighs, and his face. He plunges the finger inside you and curls it a couple of times.
“GOD babe, I’m so close, do this for me. I need it, I want it, wanna cum so bad.”
He smiles up at you. “Let’s do it dirty girl.” Removing his hand from you, he brings it up to your face one more time before resituating you over his face. “A little more, for good measure. Spit on it angel.” You do as he commands, allowing a string of spit to drip from between your lips, landing right on his fingertip. “Oh that’s perfect. So perfect. Ready love?”
Your eyes are wide now with anticipation, and you nod enthusiastically for him. With a firm squeeze of the cheek still in his other hand, he guides your cunt back to his mouth and you relax against him once more. He starts again with a long, slow swipe of his tongue, ending with the tip pressed against your clit. Eyes locked on yours, he wags his eyebrows at you as his lubricated finger reaches your other hole. Simultaneously, he presses it to you and begins to leave featherlight kitten licks on your clit. Your hands find the headboard and hold on tight as he draws soft circles behind you. While you’re relaxed like this, his motions gentle against your pussy, he pushes into you with his finger. Your body tenses instantly and he pulls his mouth from you.
“Stay relaxed, love. You’re doing so well. I’ve got you.”
You release the tension and he continues to lap at you softly. He works his finger into you slowly, shallow movements as your body accepts him. Once he’s tucked inside you to the second knuckle, he hums against you. “Hmm?”
“It’s good, feels… different. Feels full. It’s good, babe.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs, he knows he’s about to turn your world upside down. With a nod of his head, he sucks your clit past his lips, hard, and doesn’t let up with the pressure. He pushes his finger just a little deeper into you and you curse and cry out his name. His favorite sound. Better than any song he’s ever heard.
Sucking and licking at you with fervor, pumping steadily into you from behind, his dick is rock hard again. Just needs you to cum for him. You’re close, the burn that had started earlier quickly igniting into flames of pleasure. Your body is hot, a sheen of sweat starting to pool and roll in beads down your chest.
“Joshhhh baby FUCK yes yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, please please pleeaassseee!”
He wouldn’t dream of stopping.
A last harsh suck to your clit and his finger pushed hard into your ass to the last knuckle, you come undone above him. Thighs shaking, your back arches as you throw your head back. Your mouth is a perfect ‘o’ but no sound escapes it, body clenched so tightly around Josh’s finger he briefly wonders if it might break.
As your orgasm rolls through you and finally releases its grip on you, you collapse forward into the headboard, forehead rested on one of your arms. You’re struggling to pull air into your lungs as Josh eases his finger from you slowly and places a hand on each hip to move you gently from his face. You pry an eye open and peek down at him.
He looks drunk again, his mustache is wild and messy, his smile is crooked and his eyes unfocused. You open your other eye and you stay like that for a few moments, him staring up at you in awe, pure adoration on his features.
“That was-“
“Hot. So fucking hot Y/N. You should always tell me exactly what you want. I don’t care what it is, until the end of our days you better always tell me. Did you enjoy it, sweetheart? Here let me help you.” He taps your thigh twice, signaling you to lift it. You’re barely able to lift it high enough for him to slip underneath, but once he’s free he’s pulling you into his lap, cradling you and pressing sweet kisses across your forehead and down your nose. He moves across your cheeks until he lands on your lips. You kiss him back, pushing all of the love you feel for him into it.
He’s hard and pressed against your lower back.
You throw your arms around his neck, softly twirling his curls around your fingers, they’re damp and flattened from his efforts. “Thank you Josh.. That was everything I imagined. Better, actually,” you giggle.
“I’m so glad, sweet girl. Thank you for letting me do that for you.”
“I only want one more thing from you tonight, my final request,” your smile is sly, you know he would continue to acquiesce to your every request, until he physically couldn’t go on.
“What, baby? You already know, anything you want.”
“Make love to me? Slow and sweet, how you always do?”
“Mm I thought you’d never ask. My dick is so hard that it hurts. Probably not gonna last long,” he chuckles as he moves you from his lap and lays you back across the mattress, your head at the foot of the bed, hair splayed out like a halo.
Your body is more than ready for him, knees bent and legs falling open easily. Your muscles feel loose and languid as he shifts to hover over you, cock in hand. He strokes it a few times with a loose grip before rubbing it against you, slipping easily through the wetness. He’d swear you’ve never been wetter for him, except for that one time you’d squirted. Blood flows at the thought and he’s throbbing painfully, he audibly winces, sucking air in through clenched teeth.
“You okay babe?”
“Heh, yeah angel. I’m perfect. Just need you bad.”
“You have me Josh, always. M’ready for you.”
He leans down and presses his lips to yours, hard, pulling a deep breath in through his nose as he pushes his cock into you slowly. Your mouths move together, opening to touch velvet tongues tip to tip before they swirl against each other. It’s all slow, savoring. He’s seated inside you now to the hilt, and gently rocking his hips into yours, his pelvis pressed tight against your sensitive clit and you wrap your legs around him. Your hands are running up and down his back, cherishing his closeness to you right now.
“So soft and warm for me, always so good for me. Can’t live without this,” he’s mumbling against the base of your neck where he’s tucked his head. You hold him there with a hand tangled in his hair. “Won't ever let you go, need you forever…” He’s stroking into you now, still slowly but he’s building a soft rhythm. He lifts up and props himself over you on one elbow, bringing his other hand to caress your cheekbone with his thumb. Your eyes don’t leave his as he continues to move that hand down, fingertips drawn down the side of your neck, across your collarbone and down between your breasts. He moves it to squeeze one of them softly, rubbing a thumb over the hardened peak for a moment before continuing down. As his hand reaches your stomach his eyes leave yours so he can see where he’s touching you. He presses his palm into the flesh below your navel and feels himself moving there, tucked as deep inside you as he can be.
“You feel me there angel? That’s my favorite place in the world,” his voice is deep and just as soft as his movements. He can’t look away from his hand on you as he continues. “I love you, ya know. Quite a lot more than I’ve ever loved anything, I think. I want you forever, I mean that. I want it all, with you.”
You feel your eyes become glassy with unshed tears. Your throat is tight with emotion. “I want that too Josh, I really do. All of it, always, everything you’ll give me.”
He feels the same tingle he felt earlier, imagining your belly full with his child. “Do you think… I mean, this isn’t official but, do you think we’ll get married someday?”
A tear does slip from your eye now, rolling backwards into your hairline. He’s still staring at his hand on your stomach, his strokes slow and steady and hitting deep. His eyebrows are knitted together in concentration and also with nerves at your delayed response, but he can’t bring himself to look at your face yet.
“You want that? To marry me?”
“God, yes. Wanna make you mine forever, give you my name. My name…,” he smiles at the memory of the last time he’d kept you focused on his name. The circumstances were very different. “Wanna give you a baby, too. My baby. Make you a mama.” The words spill from his lips before he can reel them in. His cock pulses inside you but he feels your hands stop moving across his back. “Fuck, I- sorry.” There’s panic on his face as he finally lifts it back to yours.
You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more than in this moment. He’s being extremely vulnerable with you right now, and a few truths have come to light. He wants to marry you, have kids with you, sure. But his fascination with your belly and the way his hips stuttered when he spoke it out loud… that’s very interesting. Your smile is knowing, you’re prepared to indulge this fantasy for him. You both know that right now, it’s just a fantasy. You’ve been on birth control since well before you met, he knows that. You don’t mention it though, you can’t ruin this moment for him. Not after everything he’s done for you.
“You wanna fuck a baby into me Joshy? Right now? Fill me up so good, stuff me full with your cum? With your baby?”
Holy fucking christ. His lips stretch into a dopey grin and he slams his hips into you hard, once… twice.
“Please, sweet girl please. I'm so close, your pussy is just too good. Let me cum inside, fill you up, keep it there.” He’s right on the edge, a few more words of encouragement and he knows he’s done for.
“Do it. I need it Josh, need your cum. Do it, knock me up Josh. Make me a mommy, please baby PLEASE!”
The last word is a yelp, he’s worked himself into a frenzy, furiously pumping into you, death grip on your waist. He doesn’t even call out as his orgasm hits, doesn’t groan, doesn’t say your name. His jaw clenches as he pulls your hips to his a final time, shooting his release as deep inside you as possible. He’s totally spent, physically and emotionally, and collapses onto you. You accept his full weight and rub comforting circles into his back. He’s mumbling against the sticky skin of your shoulder.
“You’re so fucking good to me. Thank you, I don’t know what else to say, thank you Y/N. I love you so fucking much…”
He pushes himself up to look into your eyes. “I love you more babe,” and you mean it. Your love for him is unrivaled.
He glances down to where you’re still connected, his dick growing soft inside you. He pulls out slowly, carefully, and scoots himself down your body to rest on his stomach between your legs. His cum has started to leak out of you, and he watches closely as it travels toward the mattress. Before it can escape too far, he brings two fingers to catch it, scooping it back up to your entrance and stuffing it back inside.
“I think I maybe have always wanted to do that,” you both laugh at his revelation.
He does eventually run off to the bathroom for a warm rag to clean you up with, and you fall asleep wrapped up together, promises of a bright future whispered into each other’s skin.
You wake the next day with the glaring, early afternoon sun streaming through the window. The space next to you is empty and no longer warm.
Rolling out of bed, you throw on a pair of sleep shorts and one of Josh’s white t-shirts. When you reach the top of the stairs, you can hear several men’s voices from the kitchen. Easily distinguishing between them, you know all three Kiszka brothers are down there. You figure they’ve all seen you look worse, probably, and make your way down to join them.
“Well well, if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty! You look like you had a magnanimous evening, doll.”
“Shut up Jake, I haven’t even had coffee. Hey, Sammy. Good… afternoon.” The youngest brother simply nods in greeting, an obnoxiously knowing smirk on his lips.
Jake and Sam are seated on stools around your kitchen island, Josh is stood leaning against the counter next to the coffee pot. He opens his arms to you and you snuggle in close. With a kiss to the crown of your head, he murmurs, “Don't worry, it’s a fresh pot, drink up Mama.”
“Oh, please don’t make that name a habit outside of the bedroom,” you whisper the complaint into his ear.
You move to pour yourself a cup of coffee and speak over your shoulder, “So Jacob Thomas, sir, how did your night go? Did you rock, what was her name… Stef’s world?”
He laughs loudly, “Oh god no, I got sloppy drunk, couldn’t even get it up. Not for lack of trying.” He wags his eyebrows at you.
“She’s fantastic though. Told me to call her when I’m sober, she wants the full ‘sex-god rockstar’ experience. You know how it is,” he waves you off with a flick of his wrist.
“Ah yes, she should be so lucky.”
