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💦 say my name. joshua hung

on its own, reading buzzfeed thirst tweets was enough of an ego boost… he genuinely would’ve fucked you no matter what. that is, until you tested him, and suddenly he had to fuck you harder than he initially planned.

🐦 GENRE :: idol-au, contemporary au and erotic romance

🐦 PAIRING/WC :: joshua hong × fem!reader ⋅ 7,076 words

🐦 CONTAINS :: established relationship. dokyeom is yn’s bias, dokyeom and dino cameos, mutual teasing, aftercare, slight (?) brat dynamics, teasing/resisting, nicknames (baby, princess, pretty girl, sweetheart, darling), mostly a pwp… also legs divorcing and ovaries exploding mentioned!1 not beta’d, all mistakes, and brainfarts are 100% mine. proceed at your own risk lol.

⚠️ WARNINGS :: explicit sexual content MDNI. big snickers bar!joshua (ty for the list ro), multiple orgasms (female-focused, 5+ explicit releases), oral (f. receiving + giving), dom/sub, unprotected penetrative sex (let’s not be stupid), fingering, grinding, overstimulation, dirty talk, pillow talk, aftercare, cuddling, holding through orgasm, prolonged arousal, breast play, clit stimulation, slight (?) brat dynamics, breeding kink, orgasm denial/edge play hints, prioritizing pleasure of one another, post-sex exhaustion. pls lmk if i missed something!

🐦 A/N :: hi!! just to clarify a few things before anyone jumps in, i haven’t watched the full video yet! one day, just not today] the buzzfeed scene here is literally just me piecing together clips and those tweets, so it’s like… my imagination filling in the blanks lol. also, the smut? superrrr heightened fantasy shit. like, not even close to realistic, full on porn, high octane, my brain on 11. rereading it the last couple days made me question my sanity multiple times. i literally lost count. yn hit seven orgasms at one point… and i think i even blacked out while writing some of it, which now makes sense why it got that out of control. i edited some parts and it’s now hovering around 5-6 [i tried to cut some, but there are phrases i’m way too proud of and couldn’t delete… shoutout to ro @shinysobi for yelling, LETS GO PORNOGRAPHY mid edit—bless]. it’s officially porn now lol. okay fun fact time! i og wanted to call this ‘say my name, baby’ in reference to my thread and the tweet, but then realized… i’d end up writing his name anyway, so ’say my name. joshua hung’ just hit way cleaner. adding the “baby’ in the middle kinda broke the rhythm, ig? the current title also reads more direct to the tweet since the og didn’t include ‘’baby,’ so i went with that instead. small detail, but it made me feel giddy. also am noticing a trend here… every time this man is involved, my smut hits peak endurance fantasy mode. like, same energy as salt in my mouth and the still heat. it’s insane, it’s messy, it’s ridiculous—and it’z okay. so yeah… that’s the tea. buckle up, it’s wild, it’s fast, and it’s very much porn. <: we die horny and afraid.

joshua hong more like joshua is hung

help—

He’s holding his assigned phone and staring down at it, trying not to make eye contact with the camera right now. His expression is somewhere between amused embarrassment and disbelief with a wide smile looking slightly strained as if he’s laughing silently and flabbergasted at the same time. But then he glances over at the producers in front of him for a second, hoping maybe the producers will notice that they accidentally gave him the wrong tweet and panic and cut the scene because of what he just read, but no one does. He realizes he’s going to have to go through with it and read it out loud.

He reads it: “joshua hong more like joshua is hung.” A subtle closed-lip smirk appears on his face and little crinkles form at the corners of his eyes as he tries to suppress his amusement. In his mind, he’s definitely caught off guard by something so personal, but flattered too—why wouldn’t he be? Where’s the lie in that?

He sits relatively still, thinking and trying to think of ways to explain it to his members here with him. “Hung is when…” no sound comes out anymore as he contemplates it in his head.

Dino and Dokyeom are holding their respective assigned phones too, smiling innocently at it while waiting for Joshua’s explanation.

Joshua’s mouth’s still slightly open, but then he looks at the camera as if it's the viewer’s fault for putting him in this position (which kinda is if we think about it…). He looks back at Dokyeom, then back again at the camera as his left hand comes up to echo his internal stutter. Dino’s looking at the older men with his knowing smile as Joshua’s hesitation now shows it’s definitely something.

Finally, he manages to say, “It means you have a big—” but before he can finish, Dokyeom hunches over laughing and Dino reacts dramatically with his mouth wide open pretending to be shocked but clearly loving every second.

Dino really isn’t shocked that it’s about big dick after all. Joshua’s hesitation gave it away to him, but anyway he still blurts out, “wait, really?”

Joshua laughs but the smirk is still on his lips, and says, “Yeah.”

Dokyeom’s still laughing with his voice full of sunshine and honey. “That’s amazing. The tweets Buzzfeed picked are awesome.”

He nods at the camera and grins, “Call me Joshua Hung from now on,” adding a little tease with his eyes and that smug confirming confidence.

Dokyeom giggles, repeating, “Joshua Hung.”

Joshua chuckles through his clenched teeth, and says it again, “Joshua Hung.”

Dokyeom repeats it, “Joshua Hung.”

And he mimics him again in this silly back-and-forth, “Joshua Hung.”

Dokyeom exaggerates it even more by finally just saying just, “Hung.”

He leans toward the front laughing but pointing at Dokyeom while facing the opposite direction, “Dude.” It probably hasn’t fully clicked for Dokyeom yet what he’s basically saying over and over.

Joshua keeps reading tweet after tweet, and every one of them hits him in the chest. It keeps flabbergasting him, pushing his expression into that strained smile/smirk he gets when he’s shocked and amused at the same time. He looks at the publicist after every other filthy tweet, waiting for them to realize how unhinged the selections are, but no one stops anything at any point. The camera keeps rolling. Dokyeom keeps giggling. Dino keeps nodding. And Joshua keeps getting more overwhelmed and smug.

He wants to do his best to soften the translations, but every time he considers it, he gives up immediately and gives everything raw. If these tweets are insane, then they can all suffer together. He makes sure both Dokyeom and Dino understand exactly what those tweets mean, all the innuendos included and he watches their expressions closely to confirm they got it.

“I'd commit crimes for Dino's slutty hands to be wrapped around my throat.” Dino reads it out loud while staring at his phone while Joshua’s already grinning because he read ahead. He waits for Dino’s reaction, but Dino stays silent, staring straight at the screen after finishing reading. The total lack of response throws Joshua off, so he looks up to see him but when realizes Dino’s flabbergasted too, he bursts into laughter.

Dokyeom points at Dino. “This could potentially make you a criminal.”

Dino looks down at his hand while the older two watch him. “Yeah, you’re right. The neck… well, alright.” He lifts his hand and makes a finger gesture toward the camera, inviting, come on, come on, tilting his head and giving a teasing seductive look.

Dokyeom mutters, “I’m feeling the second hand embarrassment.”

But the shoot still keeps going, and every tweet gets filthier. It sparks something in Joshua that he can’t hide even if he tries. It doesn’t help that at some point he directly/indirectly admits he’s a Dom switch, and then pretends he has no idea what mpreg is, even though the fans keep sending things that clearly prove they want to either breed him or get bred by him.

Joshua tries to stay composed, but he can feel his body reacting the longer this continues. He hopes that when you see this video after it’s released, he’ll get hit hard again even though he knows he’ll get it later today too. He just knows he can’t go any longer without being in your arms, but for now, he has to suffer through his desires. He feels himself growing, and internally prays that no one notices, but the thought of what might happen if they do makes his chest tighten.

He crosses his legs for the rest of the shoot and stays like that until the camera finally cuts.

-

“So now you know how thirsty they’re for you.” You fold your arms as he finishes telling you about the tweets. A smirk curls on your lips that you know gets under his skin every time.

Joshua steps closer smug as hell, his shoulders loose and relaxed from confidence. “I already knew they were thirsty,” he says. “But reading it out loud on camera was something else.” His voice drops a little when he says it, though, and his eyes stay locked on yours as he moves toward you.

You put your hand on his chest and shove him back with a laugh. “Dokyeom and Dino must’ve had fun.” You back up a step while chuckling, and he follows the sound of your voice.

His eyes stay on your mouth. “Dokyeom saying the filthiest things in that innocent voice without having a clue what it meant was insane to be honest.”

“I wonder how they even knew you were big.”

His eyebrows lift. “Why not?” His implication sharpens with smugness he doesn’t bother to even hide. “Dokyeom kept calling me Joshua Hung again and again, anyway.”

“If you entertain it, obviously Dokyeom will have fun with it.” You state the obvious. “That’s why he’s my bias.”

His whole expression darkens before he even realizes he has moved closer. He steps into your space, grabs your waist, and slightly pushes you backward. Your back hits the wall lightly and your breath catches. “When are you going to stop calling him your bias?” Joshua asks with warning.

“Never,” you stare straight at him.

His jaw tightens as his hand comes up and closes around your hip, pulling you forward. The curl of his fingers sends a clear message that he’s done joking. “You think you’re funny?” His voice drops. “You think I won’t handle you for running your pretty little mouth?”

You swallow but you don’t fold. “You’re smug because of some thirst tweets. Relax.”

His jaw flexes. “Relax? You keep talking and you expect me to relax?” He steps closer and his chest brushes yours. “Say it again. I dare you.”

You tilt your chin up and refuse to give in. “I will, who knows.”

He stares you down while his hand slides higher on your waist with enough pressure to remind you he could pick you up easily if he wanted to. “You’re going to make me lose it,” he says. “Keep pushing me and I’ll fuck your attitude so bad you won’t stand straight tomorrow.”

You gasp at the sound of his voice but refuse to give him the satisfaction. “You talk big for someone who got flustered reading some tweets.”

“You really want to test me tonight?” His breath warms your cheek when he leans in. His hand pins your hip harder. “I’ll wreck you so fucking bad you won’t even remember Dokyeom’s name.”

“Yeah sure. I’ll just say it louder,” you shoot back and meet his eyes without fear.

He steps even closer, close enough that you can feel every breath he takes. “Say it and see what happens.”

“Dokyeom,” you whisper just to provoke him.

“Princess, you’re trying me.”

“Nice. Dokyeom.”

“You’re not walking out of this room after this,” he warns.

“We’ll see—” but before you can say anything more, his hand tightens on your waist and his mouth crushes yours.

Chest pressing against yours, making you feel his grin against your cheek as he tilts his head down. You try to pull back but he nudges you, forcing you to stay.

“You think you can be a brat and call him your bias?” the smugness twisting your stomach. His hands slide down slightly to grip you with more insistence. “Again. You’re testing me, princess, and I don’t like being tested.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes but try to hide the way your body reacts to the way he holds you. “I’m just stating facts,” you tease, shoving him lightly but ineffectively. He doesn’t budge and only presses you further against the wall which makes you feel the hardness of him on your thigh through his jeans. The warmth of him is getting impossible to ignore now.

Before you know it, you find yourself grinding against him almost instinctively, the friction of your bodies against each other making your core tingle. Joshua lips leans closer to brush your jaw, then the side of your neck. “Such a little brat,” his words dripped with mockery, “so eager and stubborn. Are you sure you’ll enjoy this?”

You can’t even answer before he tilts his hips to press his cock against your clothed pussy, letting the friction make your knees weak. A literal pathetic moan slips past your lips, making him smirk against your neck, hands roaming the curves of your sides and pulling you close so your bodies move together.

“You think you’re so ready for me?” he slides his hands beneath your shirt to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples over the lace of your bra. “But I’m not done with you yet. I want to make sure you feel every bit of this.” He rocks his hips slowly, letting the head of his cock brush against your wetness, and you realize how much you are completely at his mercy.

Your back arches into him with uneven breaths, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. “Joshua… I…” your voice trembles, but it comes out as a breathless whine instead of a full protest.

“I could make you beg right here, princess,” he brushes his lips with yours in a teasing fleeting kiss just simply to make your heart skip. His hand slides down to grab your ass through your skirt, guiding your hips so every movement drives the friction harder against your soaked panties.

“I… I’m not… begging!” you gasp even as your body betrays your words with shudders and little moans.

“Mm, such a liar,” he teases, tilting his head down to capture your lips in a longer, possessive kiss. Tongue slides along yours, teasing, tasting, pulling out a gasp from your throat. His hand slips under the waistband of your panties, very slightly touching your clit. “You like being held like this, don’t you? So desperate… and still acting stubborn.”

You bite your lip, still trying your best to sound smug. “I… I can— obviously handle more,” you manage to gasp but your hips buckle automatically against his. Your own body betrays your teasing words and that’s when it hits you with a shiver that he could push you to your limits and beyond without ever speaking a word.

Joshua chuckles against your mouth and slides lower to grip your bare thigh, pressing you harder into him. “Darling, are you sure you can handle what’s coming?” He grinds harshly, cock pressing right against your dripping pussy to tease you through the thin fabric, and it scares you just how right he is.

“I… no… yeah— yes…” you falter, words trailing into breathless whimpers.

He moves slightly to let your panties bunch under his fingers and brush against the wetness between your folds, teasing your entrance. “Baby, I’ll ruin you. You’re not ready for me and it’s not worth the risk to make you hate me.” You damn well know he’s just taking advantage of your desperation.

Your knees trembling but manage to arch into him. “I… I’m ready!” you gasp with a voice shaky but defiant.

“Then stop shaking and fucking open your legs more for me.”

You spread your legs a little more for him without another word.

“Good girl… but your body’s telling me you’re nervous,” he drags his fingers across your panties again.

“I’m not nervous,” you lie and clutch his shoulders even tighter.

“Sure you aren’t,” he leans in to kiss your lips real quick.

“Joshua… j-just— just shut up and touch me properly,” you try to regain even a sliver of control.

“Do you really want me to touch you properly? What’s coming for you is already enough to make you skip work. You want to make it worse?”

“Yeah— maybe I do,” you fire back even though your voice shows how scared you actually are for tomorrow. You have a fucking meeting to attend.

“I see, I see, you’re already intimidated. Why are you acting? I can go easy if you admit your defeat and call me your bias” he says.

“You wish,” you say with a shaky smirk. “You’re barely even warming me up.”

“Oh, really? You’re talking big for someone who can’t stop shaking,” he replies with a laugh as he presses you harder into the wall, grinding his cock along your pussy, slick and hot through your soaked panties.

Your thighs tremble around him, hips rolling. “P… please… Joshua…” you gasp.

His hands slide over your body. You press back to grind against him again as friction pressed your wet pussy against the hard length of his cock through his pants. A shaky laugh escapes you, more of a whimper, “J-Joshua… I can’t… I—” The words tumble out nonsensically, lost to the overstimulation already building in your core by now.

“Uh, it’s you who thinks you’re so ready for this,” he mocks, “but I’m not done with you yet, pretty. I want to see you begging… I want to feel you completely undone before I let you have it all.”

In a second, he moves his hands to cup your breasts over your bra as another hand slid between your legs to tease at your slick folds. He scissors two long fingers inside you pumping and spreading, making your hips jerk uncontrollably. You feel yourself losing the ability to think with the tension he’s knotting. “Feel that, baby? I’m just getting started,” his smirk is dark against your neck. “Can’t take it?”

“Yes… oh… Joshua… I can’t… mmm…” you gasp, pussy clenching around his fingers, ovaries exploding already from every stroke and glide. “I… I need… I’m going to—ohhhh…”

Joshua presses closer, grinding his clothed big cock along your soaked pussy, every movement of his was intentionally designed to overstimulate you. “Want to prove me wrong, pretty? Take it completely when I’ll give it to you. You’re mine to push.”

Your knees suddenly buckle and your body tilts forward in a helpless collapse— but Joshua catches you instantly, an arm locking around your waist before you hit the floor. He holds you upright with ease in a way that it’s telling he’s not letting you fall no matter how undone you get.

Your hands clutch at him, pulling and gripping to try to keep your balance, and survive the overstimulation. But Joshua’s hands are everywhere and your body desperate for release you can’t ask for yet.

Every inch of contact was a teasing controlling dance that left you undone and completely at his mercy. “J-Joshua… please— I can’t handle it, but I need it— just…”

“Ojay,” he whispers against your lips, “but I’m going to make sure you can… before I let you have the rest.”

“Shit. Jo—shua… I don’t think I—.”

Your hands claws at his back. His fingers pumped your clit through the wetness pooling around them. “Just one more finger, baby, come on… you got this,” he whispers, but then repeated it teasingly two more times before letting you tremble free for the moment, legs ready to divorce.

You let out a ragged whine. “I… I’m… going to—oh Joshua, don’t stop… don’t stop, please…”

He smirks seeing your reaction, and guides your wrists toward the nearb table now still holding you. You can feel every pulse in your pussy as he leans back slightly to let you take the lead for just a moment. “Go on… show me what you can do.”

You let your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard length of his cock against your lower belly. This time, you roll your hips yourself just to make him groan.

“You’re driving me crazy… god, sweetheart,” His hands remained on your hips. “Keep going… don’t stop. Make me yours, baby.”

The heat and friction became overwhelming for you now. Your body trembles violently and you moan helplessly as the first wave of orgasm hits. Pussy clenched—Joshua held you close, hands keeping you pressed against him as your body rides out the intense release and legs divorcing level of pleasure took over.

No sooner had you caught a breath than he pressed closer again, but this time letting you tease him back in return, grinding against his cock as he leaned back with groans with his own arousal evident. “You like having me under you, don’t you?” He smiles as his fingers guide your hips, helping you control the movement just perfect to drive him crazy.

You rolled against him, grinding, fingering, pressing, teasing until a wave hit him, groans escaping and surrendering fully under your touch. He’s literally shaking from the pleasure of your hands and hips. When it finally settled, he held you close again and forehead pressed to yours, smirk soft but still cocky. “Okay… and we’re still just getting started,” he murmurs.

Joshua lifts you and then puts you down onto the soft sheets of the bed with hands still firm on your hips to keep you pinned so you can’t escape him. Your body trembles from the overstimulation, pussy dripping and clit already swollen and sensitive. He leans down over your ear, “you’re such a good girl… but on a serious note, you’ve got to let me make you ready for me.”

Before you can respond, his mouth is on your pussy hot and wet, tongue gliding over your clit flicking and circling, and most of all teasing. You gasped arching into him despite yourself. “Oh… Joshua… I…!” Your words came out as breathless whimpers and incoherent. He chuckles against your folds while his teeth lightly graze your sensitive nub, making your toe curl automatically.

His thick, long fingers slide inside you alongside his tongue, scissoring slowly plus pumping in and out, stretching and making sure every inch of your wet pussy was alive and dripping. “Just one more finger, baby… come on, you got this,” he says, and you whimper, hips bucking.

You come, body convulsing around his fingers and mouth, your sensitive pussy clenching hard. Cum slicks over his lips and fingers as he teases you relentlessly. “Mmm, that’s it, sweet, pretty girl… good girl…” he pulls back only slightly to let you catch a breath.

But he’s not done. He scissors three fingers deep into you again, curling them inside you and putting pressure just on the right spots. “One more time, baby… I want you so wet for me. I don’t want it to hurt when I go in,” his tongue flicks your clit in tandem with the pumping of his fingers.

Heat pools inside you. “Joshua… I— I can’t… ohhhh… baby…!”

When he coaxes a second softer orgasm out of you, he presses his thumb over your clit and licks with his mouth and fingers, “that’s it, princess. Can’t get enough, can I?” Your body shakes, soaking the bed and completely undone.

He lets you breathe for only a moment again before diving back in with his thick long fingers pumping, tongue teasing and his hand holding your hips to keep you still. “One more, baby… last one before I take what’s mine,” he whispers, and you whine helplessly (but still in a good way!), eyes fluttering. You come a third time shivering, hips jerking against his mouth and fingers.

Joshua finally pulls back before overstimulation becomes pain, smirking cocky and lips glistening with your release. “Good girl… so ready for me now, pretty,” he grabs your wrists gently to guide your hands to help you move as he slowly begins undressing himself and you. Jeans slide down to reveal the hard, thick cock you’ve been grinding against all night. His hand brushed your panties aside as he slid slowly inside your soaking folds, coating himself with your cream.

You gasp at the feeling of his size and thickness, fingers clutching the sheets. “Joshua… oh my God… it’s so—” you whisper, overwhelmed. There has been times that this same one eyed monster fucked you several times a day, but you’re still not used to it.

He smirks hovering over you, one hand brushing your cheek while his thumb grazes your lower lip. “Say my name, baby,” he murmurs and presses fully into you while still teasing your lips and clit.

You grin, “Seventeen,” and bite your lip and watch his smirky smile form. “S-say— say the name, Seventeen.”

Joshua groans, rolling his hips as he lets the head of his cock slide deeper with each thrust in your dripping entrance. “You brat, huh… you’re going to regret that,” he grips your hips but still empathetically, he still goes slowly and carefully and stretches you fully. Your breath hitches when your thighs tremble around him as your body adjusts to the heat and girth. “God… you feel so good, pretty girl,” smirk still cocky as he lets you ride him slowly at first, adjusting your angles.

Joshua slowly withdrew out of you to let you adjust. Then, with a smirk, he presses back inside, stretching you fully buried deep and making you scream a little. Your back arches all while your fingers tangle in his hair to hold him close. “God… yes, you feel so perfect,” this time you groan as a cocky smirk forms on his lips as he begins to thrust slowly, letting you feel every inch.

His hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts over the bra before sliding his hand inside to cup them bare. His thumbs brushing your nipples. You moan and tighten your hold in his hair. “You like that, baby? My hands on your tits while I fuck you like this?”

He slides one hand up your spine, and feel him pause for a heartbeat before his thumb hooks beneath the strap and his other fingers find the clasp of your bra. A quick tug and twist, and the metal slips free like it’s obeying him. Your breath stutters. The straps slacken instantly, the cups loosening against your chest. His mouth curves in the corner of his lips, but it’s not smug like before.

“Okayyy,” you say before he takes the chance to flaunt it. You can see it coming.

“Not bad,” his voice barely breath as the bra falls open between you. His eyes fall down to your chest, then back to your face. “Guess it’s easier than I expected.”

He lets the fabric slip away completely, tossing it aside without looking and his hands returning to your breasts. His thumbs flicking your nipples that still makes your body jump. “Perfect,” he pulls you closer by your hips as he sinks deeper into you.

“Oh God, J-Joshua…,” you whimper, nails dragging down his scalp. Every push makes your stomach tighten. Pressing against the bulge of his cock fills you perfectly, slick with your cream. Your thighs shake and legs spread wider around him, pussy aching and already very sensitive from all of it.

He leans down in a teasing kiss, tongue slipping in while one hand still cupped your breast, fingers circling the hard nipple. “Mmm… such a good girl… taking all of me,” his thrusts pick up pace, cock hitting just the right spots inside your wet pussy. “Mine… all mine, pretty girl. Can’t get enough of you.”

You gasp, pulling on his hair with one hand and the other clutching his shoulder. “Joshua… so good… don’t stop… please… harder…” you moaned.

He smirks cockily, “can’t take it? Too much for you, princess? You’re such a little brat… but I like it. I love how you’re mine, how wet and ready you’re for me.” He thrusts deeper, driving you closer to the edge.

“Ah… Joshua… oh my God… I… I’m close…!” you gasp, pussy clenching tightly around his thick cock. His hands grip your hips to hold you in place while he rubs your nipples with his thumbs in tandem with his hard thrusts.

“Come on, baby… come for me… show me how good you are,” and you shatter around him, body convulsing, cream slicking over his cock. Your hands clutch his hair tighter and pull him down to you, breathless moans filling the air.

He holds you through it but still moves inside you slowly. “That’s it, princess… such a good girl…,” he groans.

He twitches at the sight of his cock stretching you tight and stomach flexing with every thrust. His own arousal spiking as you cling to him.

“You feel that? That’s me deep inside you…”

You shiver as he starts picking up pace again, one hand still tangled in his hair. “Joshua… oh God… please…!” you moan, clenching down on his cock.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Can’t handle? You’re mine to push… mine to breed… You’re so wet… so ready… and I’m not stopping until I breed you.”

“Then do it— breed me—”

“You want it that badly? Say… say it again— Tell me you’re ready to take everything.”

“I’m ready— I said I’M READY— give it to me, Joshua— just don’t stop.”

“I’ll give you all of it, but promise you won’t cry when you can’t handle it.”

“I won’t— I can take you more— I promise— just keep going—”

Your body convulse again, nipples hard under his hands. He grin, thrusting deep and fast and pulling you closer, stomach pressing perfectly against yours. “That’s it… come for me again, baby,” he whispered.

You scream and tremble through the next orgasm as he drives you completely undone. His groans filled the room all while his cock was twitching inside you, stomach bulging against yours with every thrust.

“J-Joshua— I can’t— I can’t— but don’t stop— don’t stop— please—”

He slows for a moment to let you catch your breath but doesn’t stop teasing. “Good girl… my pretty princess… can’t get enough of you,” his hands roaming your body, cock still deep inside you.

His palm slid down your stomach again, fingers spreading wide as he pressed lightly to make the bulge of his cock rise under your skin. His breath catches as a shaky sound in your ear. “Look at that,” he whispers with hunger. “You’re taking me so deep I can feel myself from the outside… fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” He touches the skin of your stomach to feel it under his fingertips.

Your breath hitches with your eyes fluttering half-open, half-close when your mind’s trying to hold onto consciousness but your body is drowning in pleasure. Your lashes tremble like they are being blown by the heat of his breath. “Joshua… please… don’t stop… I– I need more…” your voice breaking into tiny whimpers.

“Yeah? You want more? Beg me.”

“I want you— please, give it to me—”

His hips snap forward to force a choked moan from your throat. “That’s my girl,” he starts to pace rougher for your pleasure. “So fucking needy for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders. “Yes— yes— please don’t slow down—”

“Oh, I’m not slowing down,” he laughs softly. “Especially when you’re still clenching like that.”

“Joshua— fuck— I can’t—”

“Yes, yes, you can, babe...” your thighs tremble and clench around him as your walls tighten. “You’re mine to fill,” he whispers into your mouth. “Mine to breed.”

Your breath hitch. “I told you… Then do it— do it, baby— make me yours—”

He groaned like your words punched air out of him. “Fuck, sweetheart… No, don’t say things like that unless you want me to lose it.”

“I want you to lose it,” your hands suddenly slide up his chest and push lightly. It was’nt to stop him, but to flip the moment. While he’s dazed by the heat, you move your hips and roll him onto his back with a breathless grunt. His eyes widen as you climb on top of him, sinking down on his cock again.

“Baby— what—” his head tips back as his hands fly to your hips.

You press a palm to his chest and ride him with a desperate rhythm that makes his breath break in shards. “Lose it,” you lean over him. “I can take it. Let go for me.”

His fingers tighten helplessly. “Fuck— I… you’re— sweetheart, I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“You will,” you tell him. “I want you like this.”

He looks wrecked beneath you with half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks. Every part of his control unravels in your hands as you bounce on him and squeeze around him with every roll of your hips. You lean down to kiss his jaw, “Let me ruin you, Shua.”

His groan was ragged but that’s the exact moment he lost the last thread of control for a second but then regained it after breathing pauses for both of you. He snaps his hips again, making your breath shudder. “God… you’re gonna kill me.”

He tries to roll you onto your back, but instead, you push him back and straddle him. But after a few thrusts he grips your waist, sits up, and gently turns you beneath him and adjusts himself inside you again, which makes your legs shake so hard from the adjustment that you could barely push your words out. You understand that he’s at it again so you don’t mention fighting him. “Please— Joshua— don’t stop— don’t pull out—”

He grips your waist. “Baby… if I come inside you right now— I won’t stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you cry out.

“Fuck—” he groans, forehead presses to your cheek. “You’re driving me insane.”

Your body convulse again with another orgasm tearing through you without warning and your pussy fluttering uncontrollably around his cock. You gasp, “Joshua— I’m— I’m coming—”

“Good girl,” he whispers against your throat all while he stays deep inside you while your body clenches around him, letting you ride the wave before he moves again. “Give it to me… fuck— squeeze me just like that—”

You cling to him, shaking. “Joshua— baby—”

“Baby… I’m close too… too close—”

“Then let go,” you say as you cup his cheeks. He freezes just for a single ½ second and is overwhelmed. Then he pulls himself out of you at the last possible second with a strangled groan. Before he can even think, your trembling hands guide him between your thighs when you see what he did. You spread your legs wider for him, voice soft but needy, “Joshua… finish on me… baby— I want...”

His hips jerk violently at your words, and he came with hot ropes spilling thick across your inner thighs, your folds, and your trembling skin. His eyes stays glued to the mess spreading over you, “fuck— look at you,” he’s daze looking at the art. “So messy… so perfect… all mine.”

Your body shake as you try to catch your breath but he’s already dragging his fingers lightly through the white streaks on your skin. Then he lifts his gaze.

“Lie back, sweetheart,” he said. “Let me clean you up.”

You didn’t need telling twice. The moment you settle against the pillows properly, Joshua smoothly slides down your body and spreads your thighs and presses a kiss to your knee. Then kiss your inner thigh, and then lower.

When his tongue touches you warm, you gasp and grab at the sheets. “J— are you? You’re gonna— I’m too sensitive—”

“I know,” he whispers into your skin. “I’ll be gentle.” And he was… at first.

He licked the mess off your thighs, each touch sending electric tingles through your overstimulated nerves. His hands held your hips firmly in place while his thumbs stroked your skin. He then slid his tongue between your folds to taste both of you mixed together.

You nearly jerk off the bed. “Baby— Joshua— oh my God—”

“Mmm,” he hums, lips sealed around your clit as he sucks smoothly. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”

Your entire body trembles. You came again unexpectedly with just the almost painful electric sensation that you’re getting down there with a soft desperate cry that breaks from your lips. He stays with you through it, kissing you as you shake.

When it finally eases, he kisses your stomach, your chest, your throat, and pulls you into his arms, you throw your leg over his waist and press your forehead to his collarbone. His hand stroked your spine in lazy lines. “You okay?” he asks into your hair.

“Mhm… just… ruined.”

He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “Good. Come here.” His arms wrap around you to hold you tight against his chest. Your breathing finally slows and syncs with his. He tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers, “stay right here. I’ve got you.”

You both close your eyes and stay like that in silence between you. It was intense and slightly painful, but in a way that made you ache with pleasure. Your legs feel weak, and with your eyes closed, you can only sense his even breaths against you. Minutes pass quietly like that until you feel a slight nudge. You open your eyes to find him lifting you with his arms sliding under your thighs and back. Your body reacts before your brain can catch up, and a surprised yelp escapes your lips.

“Does it hurt?” worry threading his voice.

“No… I’m fine,” you whisper even though your legs are trembling still.

He carries you carefully to the bathroom and helps you sit on the stool. His hands are firm but gentle as he helps you clean up. You notice the soft brush of his fingertips while making sure you’re comfortable the entire time. Once finished, you both go through your night routine together and take your time with it because every muscle in your body and his too, is sore and spent. By the time you crawl back into bed, exhaustion has taken over. You collapse into his arms, face pressed to his chest, and he brushes your hair back.

“I pushed you too far, didn’t I?” he asks with a chuckle but laced full of concern.

You lift your head slightly to look at him, still catching your breath. “I liked it,” you admit. “It was… a lot, but I liked it.”

He smiles faintly, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m glad. I needed to make sure you could handle it, but I didn’t mean to hurt you too much.”

You tilt your head back against his chest. “You didn’t. I want it… I liked it.”

“I know,” he runs a hand over your spine again. “But I also need to make sure you’re okay. That’s important to me.”

“I’m okay,” you murmur. “Really. I trust you.”

He sighs, relief washing his features. “Does it hurt anywhere?” he scans your face for any sign of discomfort.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m sore… but not in a bad way. Just… tired and happy, I guess.”

He hums, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “Good. I just… I don’t want to overdo it.”

“You didn’t,” you say. “I couldv'e handled more… but I’m okay now.”

He smiles down at you, voice teasing but still nice all the way. “No you couldn’t and, well, I would’ve fucked you today anyway, but the bias thing really pushed me over the edge.”

You giggle, and lean against him. “You’re ridiculous. But I like it.”

He presses a kiss to your temple. “I know. You always like it when I push you, don’t you?”

“I do,” you poke your tongue at him, looking up. “I like it when you’re… in control.”

“I could have done a lot more if I’d been thinking clearly,” he smirks slightly. “Would’ve tied you up… maybe taken even more time to wreck you properly.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he counters, brushing your cheek.

“I love you,” you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

He sighs, eyes looking like it’ll melt. “I love you too,” he says.

Both of you eventually fall asleep, granted you had both had an intense night. You have a meeting tomorrow that you really need to cancel as there’s just no way you can attend without making a fool of yourself.

-

You wake up feeling a weight on your chest, rising and falling with your every breath. Joshua. His hair brushes your arm, and you can feel his breathing. For a second, you just lie there savoring the heat of his body, and a smile creeps onto your lips.

Your fingers trail lightly along his shoulder, and press your palm against the curve of his side, letting him feel your touch without moving too fast. His eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, and a small groan escapes him when he realizes where your hand rests.

“Morning,” you whisper over his ear.

“Morning,” he whispers back, but his voice is already softening under your touch. His hands automatically move to your hips, but you slide them just slightly away, letting him hover there, unsure and wanting.

You move closer and press your body into his, letting your chest brush against his as your hands explore him. His lips part as a moan slips out, and you feel him melting under your teasing. “Y—you’re… so soft… like this,” he breathes.

You lean down, ghosting your lips over the curve of his neck, your hands tracing down his arms, over his chest, and then resting on his stomach. He shivers at every touch, and when you slide your fingers just lightly beneath the waistband of his sleep shorts, his hips press up just tehn. “Baby… wait,” his voice trembling with need, but he doesn’t push you away.

Instead, he melts. You grind your hips against him lightly, feeling his hardness under you, his hands reluctantly guiding but mostly surrendering. His breath caught between groans and whimpers. “God—”

A smile spreads on your lips as you tease him further. “I can feel you, Joshua… so ready for me,” your lips brush against his skin in little nips. He arches into you, pressing his chest down, arms wrapping around you desperately.

His hand trails down to your hip. “You’ve got work today… Are you really going to cancel it for me?”

You brush your nose against his collarbone. “I can’t even stand up properly, Shua… but,” you look at him with a smirk, “at least, I can do this for you. Don’t wanna get up.”

“Do you… really want this?” his gaze darkens.

“Yes,” your fingers trail down his torso again. “I want to make you feel good… I want to do something for you too. I’m not that tired anymore.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he breathes.

You press a kiss to his lips and let your tongue brush his, lips parting slightly. The kiss deepens just a little before you pull back to whisper against his mouth, “you ready?” and he nods as you down with your lips tracing down his chest, stomach, until your mouth hovers over the waistband of his shorts.

Sliding them down just enough, you reveal his hard dick fully. Your fingers lightly stroke the base before your lips wrap around him. You take him in slowly, your tongue tease the underside as your hands glide up to cup his thighs for support.

His head tips back as his fists tangle in your hair as his hips press into your mouth. “Fuck, baby…” he maons. “Oh… fu—”

You move and tease with your mouth and tongue, swirling, licking, taking him in as much as you possibly can. You watch his expression, see the way his eyes flutter and lips part. His hands clutch your hair tighter to guide your head just slightly as you continue.

“You feel so good, baby… oh God… just like that…” he groans as you continue with your lips and tongue working together. The tension in his body builds until a guttural moan escapes him, hips jerking. “I’m—fuck—oh God, baby—” His warm and thick release spills over your tongue and lips, and you hold him still with your hands, swallowing while letting him ride the sensation.

Afterward, you slowly sit back with your lips glistening, looking up at him. He pulls you close and wraps an arm around you as you press your face into his chest. His hand brushes your hair back, thumb stroking your temple.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Mhm…,” you murmur.

He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he whispers. You both drift back into the cozy morning, wrapped in each other, the world outside temporarily forgotten. For now.