"mine" - kinktober day 7 - rough sex
Fandom: Future Man
Pairing: Josh Futturman x fem!reader
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dominant Josh, praise kink, rough sex, choking, unprotected p in v, creampie, overstimulation, dirty talk. 18+ only.
You'd always known Josh had it in him, the spark, the fire buried under layers of awkward charm and self-deprecating jokes. But tonight, after the chaos of another timeline fuck-up, something snapped. The three of you, Tiger, Wolf, and you had barely scraped by, dodging death rays and rewriting history on the fly. Josh, your sweet, fumbling boyfriend who'd somehow saved the world (again), stormed into the dingy motel room like he owned it. His eyes locked on you, dark and hungry, and you felt that familiar heat pool low in your belly.
"Lock the door," he said, voice low and steady, not a question. Tiger and Wolf exchanged a glance but didn't argue, they knew better than to interrupt when Josh got like this. Rare, but intense. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving just the hum of the AC and the thud of your heartbeat.
You stood there in your ripped jeans and tank top, still dusty from the jump, watching him shrug off his jacket. "Josh?" you breathed, half-curious, half-teasing. Big mistake.
He crossed the room in two strides, backing you against the peeling wallpaper. His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pin you in place. His thumb pressed just under your jaw, tilting your head back so you had to look at him. Those brown eyes, usually soft and uncertain, burned now. "You think this is a game?" he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "Out there, you almost got yourself killed. Distracted. Sloppy."
Your pulse raced under his grip, thighs clenching instinctively. "I—"
"Shh." He squeezed a little tighter, just enough to make your words catch. "No excuses. You need to learn to follow orders, baby. Starting now." His free hand slid down your side, rough palm skimming over your hip before dipping between your legs. He cupped you through your jeans, pressing just right, and you gasped, hips bucking forward. "That's it. Feel how wet you are already? All for me. My good girl, getting soaked just from a little pressure."
You whimpered, nodding as best you could with his hand on your throat. God, he was good at this when he let himself go. confident, commanding, like the hero he pretended not to be. His fingers worked the button of your jeans open, yanking the zipper down with impatience. "Off. Now." He released your neck only to step back, arms crossed, watching you like a predator as you scrambled to obey. Jeans hit the floor, panties following, leaving you bare from the waist down in the dim lamplight.
Josh's gaze raked over you, unashamed, and you shivered under the weight of it. He toed off his boots, then his own jeans, his cock springing free, hard, thick, curving up against his stomach like it had a mind of its own. Precum beaded at the tip, and your mouth watered. But he didn't let you touch. Not yet.
"On the bed," he ordered, voice gravelly. "Ass up. Face down." You moved quick, knees sinking into the scratchy comforter, arching your back like he'd trained you to. The vulnerability hit you hard. exposed, waiting, wanting. You heard him behind you, the crinkle of a condom packet? No, fuck, he tossed it aside. "Gonna feel you raw tonight. You on the pill? Yeah? Good. Then you're taking every drop."
His hands gripped your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he lined himself up. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, slick and teasing, but he didn't push in. Not yet. "Beg for it," he growled, one hand sliding up your spine to tangle in your hair, pulling just enough to arch you further. "Tell me how bad you need your Josh to fuck you stupid."
"Please," you whined, pushing back against him, desperate for friction. "Josh...daddy-please, I need you inside me. Fuck me hard, make me yours..."
A sharp slap to your ass cut you off, the sting blooming hot and sweet. "Louder."
"Daddy, please!" The words tore out of you, raw and needy, and he rewarded you with a single, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one go. You cried out, walls clenching around him, stretching to take his thickness. He was big, always had been, but the way he filled you now, no mercy, no easing in… it wrecked you.
"Fuck, that's my girl," he groaned, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that had the headboard banging against the wall. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, his balls slapping against your clit with every drive. His hand in your hair tightened, holding you down as he fucked you like he owned you. like he was claiming every inch. "So tight, so perfect. Taking daddy's cock like you were made for it. You hear that?" He slowed just enough for you to register the wet, obscene sounds of him pounding into your soaked pussy. "That's you, baby. Dripping for me. Such a good little slut."
The praise lit you up, coiling tight in your core. You moaned into the sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric as he hit that spot inside you over and over, relentless. His other hand snaked around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Josh...oh god, I'm-"
"Not yet," he snapped, pulling your hair harder to lift your head. "You cum when I say. Hold it." He leaned over you, chest to your back, his mouth at your ear. "Feel me? Every inch rearranging that pretty cunt? You're mine, you got that? No more risks, no more distractions. Just this. just us."
You nodded frantically, tears pricking your eyes from the edge he kept you on. He sped up again, grunts mixing with your sobs of pleasure, his free hand wrapping around to choke you lightly from the front—thumb and fingers pressing your pulse points. The lack of air amped everything, your body trembling on the brink.
"Please, daddy... can't...gonna...."
"Cum for me," he rasped, pinching your clit hard. "Now. Milk my cock, baby...fuck, yes..."
You shattered, walls fluttering around him in waves that left you shaking, a keening wail muffled into the pillow. He didn't stop—thrusting through it, drawing it out until you were oversensitive, twitching with every drag. "Good girl...fuck-so good" His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. One more deep grind, and he was spilling inside you, hot and thick, groaning your name like a prayer. "Take it...all of it..."
He collapsed over you, both of you panting, his weight grounding as he softened inside. Slowly, he pulled out, a gush of his cum following, dripping down your thighs. You felt marked, claimed, his. Josh rolled you over gently, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, back to sweet, almost shy now that the fire had banked.
"You okay?" he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek.
You smiled, spent and sated, pulling him down for a lazy kiss. "More than okay. That was… wow."
He chuckled, that familiar blush creeping up. "Yeah. Had to remind you who's in charge sometimes." But his eyes still held that spark. promising more control, more him, whenever you needed it.
And god, you couldn't wait.
