#josiewrites

[josiewrites]

Intimacy

Here's a drabble no one asked for, but Malakai shaved his beard, and I'm a sucker for non-sexual intimacy.

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“Do you trust me? I looked up into the mismatched eyes of Malakai as I sat on his lap. 

“Intimately,” he said softly as he placed the straight razor in my hand. I took it in shaky fingers before swallowing hard and held it tightly. “You can do it, schatje.”

I nodded and stood, stepping into the bathroom to gather the needed other supplies. Before I could return, I felt Malakai’s strong arms around my waist. “I thought I was coming to you,” I laughed softly.

“The lighting is better in here,” he said gently before kissing my cheek, his beard tickling my skin for a final time.

“I’m going to miss that.” I turned and kissed him softly “Now are you absolutely sure?”

He nodded and smiled. “Of course, my love. I have full trust and faith in you.”

I smiled as I watched him cover his face in shaving cream before he sat, letting me be closer to his face. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“Breathe, schatje. You’ll do fine.” I looked in his eyes, but all I saw was pure trust which made my heart flutter.

“Yes sir,” I said softly before kissing his forehead and opening the straight razor. The process felt like it took days, but I knew that was just my nerves. For the whole time, his hand rested supportively on my hip as I kept my breathing steady and slowly slid the razor over his skin.

“Finished,” I said as I rinsed the razor and folded it shut. I wiped his face with a towel before I allowed him to stand and look in the mirror.

“This is perfect, my love,” he said as he applied his aftershave. “Thank you, schatje.” He pulled me close and kissed me, which caused me to giggle. “Oh?”

“I just need to get used to that.”

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💌💌

Quiet bravery, hard work, Malakai Black, pink!

[josiewrites]

Baptize Me, and I’ll Be Your Sin: Part 2

Part 2 baby! I remembered my House pet story, and I figured y’all needed part 2. Here’s the start of the smut.

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I sucked in a breath as the door clicked open, pushing my chest out more as Buddy came through the door first. "Welcome home," I said softly, looking up into the rich dark eyes of Buddy Matthews. 

Buddy let out a growl as he pushed into the room, Brody following behind. "You're so good, kitten." His fingers quickly knotted themselves in my hair, tugging my head back. I mewled slightly at the delightful sting in my scalp as he spit into my open mouth. Without command, I swallowed it gratefully, showing him my empty mouth. 

“Buddy,” Brody’s voice drifted to us. “She cleaned for us. We should give her the same respect.” Buddy nodded, releasing my hair before kissing my forehead softly as he walked into the bathroom. Brody smiled as he opened the door to the suite adjoining ours. “Thank you, turtledove.” My heart swelled as he stepped into the next bathroom, the water running in both.

Julia stepped through the adjoining door, closing it behind her. “Where is Malakai?” I heard my voice take on the higher, softer tones of my headspace. 

“He’ll be here soon,” she said, offering me a hand. I took it, allowing her to pull me up slowly. “In the meantime, the boys asked me to keep you company. Is that okay?” I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing me to about the same height as her. She smiled, leaning in to press her lips to mine. 

Her jacket fell off her shoulders as I allowed her tongue to explore my mouth, leaving her in her black bralette and slacks.Though it had become more common since she joined the House, Julia still kissed me with slight hesitation. Her fingers still had a small tremble as they caressed my skin, but gained surety as she stroked between my legs, swallowing the small moan I let out. 

“All this just from them?” Her lips took on a wicked smirk as she plunged two fingers inside my wet heat. She gently pushed my knees apart as she knelt down, letting her breath roll over my slick folds. “You’re such a receptive pet.” 

Before I could respond, she began to tease my clit with little kitten licks as she pumped her fingers slightly. A sharp gasp escaped my throat as she curled her fingers into my sensitive spot, smirking against my skin as she continued to lick and suck my clit, very clearly relishing the moans and whimpers she was coaxing out of me. “Jules, I…fuck.” She picked up her pace slightly, drawing me closer and closer to my own orgasm.

“Go on, princess." As though waiting for permission, my thighs clenched as my climax washed over me, much to Julia’s delight as she lapped at my sweetness. “How do you always taste so good?” She stood, kissing me again as she pushed me onto the bed. 

"Jules…" My voice was weak as she straddled me, the fabric of her slacks rubbing against my naked skin. Her slim fingers ran over my breasts, plucking at the hardened peaks of my nipples. Her earlier hesitance seemed to melt away as she pulled more whimpers from me. 

She hovered above me, laying a gentle kiss on my lips as she unclipped her bralette, tossing it behind her. "Y'know," she said softly against my lips, "before I joined the House, I never would've thought to do this."

"I know," I giggled, caressing her smaller breasts. "One of the reasons I was excited for you to join."

"Oh yeah?" She smirked, letting out a soft gasp as I rolled her sensitive nipples between my fingertips. I nodded, one hand sliding down her body, dipping beneath the waistband of her slacks. "Oh, princess," she moaned as my fingers swirled against her clit, feeling her grow wetter at my touch. 

"Good girl, kitten."

I turned to see Buddy staring intently at us, ginger hair still slightly damp from his shower. "Make her come for me, baby." His accent grew thicker, his hand slowly working his length. 

"Yes, Daddy," I purred, dipping two fingers into Julia's heat as my thumb continued to play with her clit. Curling my fingers slightly, I felt her clench around me as she moaned, which only spurred me on. She bucked against my hand as my thumb rubbed circles against the sensitive bud, coaxing her towards the edge. A few moments more, she let out a cry as she clenched again, coating my fingers in her essence. 

"Good girl," Julia breathed, giving me one last kiss before untangling from me. "I guess it's your turn now," she smirked, turning to Buddy. "I'll go grab Brody." Buddy nodded as she stood, stepping towards the adjoining door.

[josiewrites]

Red with Desire

This was before Full Gear, but I'm only just now posting it.

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I sighed as I looked around the crypt. There was no way that psychic was correct. Because, according to her, the man I was destined to be with has been dead for over a hundred years.

“I’m an idiot,” I sighed as I turned to leave the crypt, but stopped as something sharp cut across my skin. Looking down, I saw a thin red line of blood across my arm beginning to trickle down. “Just great,” I muttered as I tried to cover the scratch.

A creak sounded behind me, but I saw nothing as I turned. “Of course not,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s an old crypt, of course it makes noise.”

Turning back towards the door, I started back towards it when something grabbed my wrist. Before I could react, My back was pinned to the wall by a tall silver-haired man. His hazel eyes looked down at me as his other hand wiped along my arm, collecting my blood on his fingertips. “What are you…?” Before I could finish my question, he brought the crimson covered digits to his lips, a pink tongue darting out to taste my blood.

Once he cleaned my blood off his fingers, I saw him shudder as a smile crept across his lips. “Beloved,” he growled, a British accent coloring his words. The way he said it made my stomach flutter, and his face came close to my neck. Before I could stop him, his lips were on my skin, and I could feel his teeth sinking into my throat. Once his fangs sunk in, I felt my pulse pound, the sensation mirrored between my legs.

My blood flowed into his mouth, and a moan slipped out from between my lips. Goosebumps rose across my skin, and I felt my nipples stiffen under my shirt. I knew rationally I should’ve been terrified, but all I could feel was the pleasure from his fangs and the wetness in my underwear.

He moaned against my skin, and I couldn’t help my body’s reaction. As he pulled his fangs away, I felt the coil inside me snap, and I moaned as his essence soaked me. 

He pulled his face to mine as he wiped my blood from his mouth. “Thank you, pet.” His lips pressed to mine, and I could taste my blood on his tongue. His lips felt natural on mine, and I finally understood what the psychic meant.

“Are you…Kip Sabian?”

He smiled, and my heart fluttered. “I am,” he purred, “and you are mine.” It wasn’t a question, as though he knew without a shadow of a doubt. And judging by my heart and body’s reaction, he was right.

“I am. I was told you were my destined partner.” I looked into those hazel eyes and felt myself falling into them. “But I thought you were dead.”

He smiled, those fangs glinting in the moonlight. “You brought me from my slumber. Your blood called to me, and I’m finally free.” His lips touched my neck, right where the bite was. “Thank you, beloved.” His hands moved to my hips, and my skin felt like fire.

“Kip…” His name fell from my lips like a lost prayer, the feeling perfect in my mouth.

“Hush now, pet,” he whispered. “We have all night.”

[josiewrites]

Baptize Me, and I’ll be Your Sin pt. 3

I know it’s been a minute, but I heard there was a need for part 3. Part 4 will probably be the last part, but I’m still working on that. Hope you enjoy!

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"C'mere, kitten." Buddy's voice was a low growl, his dark eyes focused on me as I stood and crossed the room towards him. "God, you're beautiful." He gripped my throat, not too harshly, and he pulled me into a kiss. The way Buddy kissed was far different from the others. He kissed like it was your last moments on earth, all rough movements and aggression. He kissed like he wanted to take your entire being into himself.

"On your knees."

Without hesitation, I obeyed, dropping in front of him, my eyes now level with his hard and leaking cock. "Daddy…" I whimpered softly before he swiped his tip across my lips, my tongue snaking out to savor the salty taste of him. He pushed himself past my lips with a smirk, quickly melting into a gasp as I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around him. 

"Oh fuck, baby." His voice was tight as his fingers knotted in my hair, pushing deeper into my throat. "So fucking good." Behind me, the adjoining door  opened, a heavy grunt echoing throughout the room as the door shut. Buddy continued to thrust into my mouth, the intrusion not bothering him in the least. 

"I'll never get tired of seeing that," Brody's deep voice rumbled behind me, his fingers lightly tracing my spine, causing a shudder to run through me. 

With a groan of willpower, Buddy pulled my hair back, causing him to slide out of my mouth. "You ready to play with Brody, babydoll?"

"Yes Daddy," I breathed weakly, my voice wrecked from his thrusts. I turned to look at Brody, the imposing silhouette towering over me. "Please, Sir."

He smiled down at me, scooping me into his arms with a gentleness that most people wouldn't think possible of him. "Of course, sugarplum." His voice was soft as he kissed my forehead, carrying me over to the bed before gently laying me on top of the mattress once again. "How do you want her?" I knew better than to answer, the question wasn't for me anyway. 

"Knees," Buddy replied, his accent thick and husky. "I might want to fuck her pretty little mouth again."

Brody nodded, leaning down to me. "You heard him, turtledove," he whispered, sliding his fingers along the inside of my thigh, "on your knees now."

I nodded, obeying as quickly as my jellied legs would allow me. Dropping to my forearms, I heard Brody let out a low groan behind me. "She ready?" Buddy asked, taking a seat opposite the bed, one that gave him a full view of me.

"Very," Brody said, his voice in mild awe as his blunt fingertips lightly traced my opening. "You're so wet for us, my dear." I could only answer with a gasp as he plunged two fingers into me, caressing my walls. 

"God, I love that sound." Buddy's hand began working his length again, dark eyes locked on me. "Tell me how he's making you feel, kitten."

Brody withdrew his fingers from me, eliciting a small whine which turned into an unabashed moan as he pushed inside me. "So go-od, Sir," I mewled out as Brody began slowly thrusting into me. Every movement of Brody's hips clouded my mind further, and I started giving into the light, heady feeling. 

"That's a good fucking girl," Buddy growled as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, leaving me eye level with his reddening length, his hand making obscene slick noises as he worked his shaft. "God, I love when you get like this, kitten." Unable to restrain himself further, his free hand buried itself in my hair again, shoving his cock into my open and waiting mouth. 

"Fuck." The groan Brody let out was carnal as he began to move faster. "She clenched so fucking hard around me when you did that." I felt Brody's grip tighten on my hips, knowing full well I'd have bruises later. Not that I was in any space to mind, nor would I care later. I just allowed myself to let go, relish in the pleasure they were bringing me. 

Buddy was the first to let go, coming down my throat with a grunted ‘fuck’. I swallowed around him, making sure I cleaned him thoroughly before he pulled out of my mouth. “You’re so fucking good, kitten,” he breathed, stepping back and sitting in one of the plush chairs near the bed. He smirked as he watched Brody continue to pound into me, his flushed chest heaving slightly. “Remember the rule he set down, Brody.”

“Right,” Brody choked out, slowing down slightly. A whine left my throat, confused and needy, as Brody reached beneath me to stroke my aching clit. “Malakai wants to be the only one to come in your sweet pussy tonight,” he said softly, his calloused fingertips rubbing soft circles against my sensitive pearl. “But you’re going to come before I do, right sugarplum?”

I choked out a moan as his other hand snaked around my throat, pulling me flush to his chest. The pressure on my throat was just enough to make my head feel fuzzy, and that coupled with the blissful attention to my clit pushed me closer to the edge every moment. "S-sir," I choked out, my hips grinding against his hand on their own accord. 

"Do it, little one." His voice was a low growl in my ear, the voice of a predator pleased with his catch. "Let me feel you." His fingers quickened their already rapid pace, and my release crashed around me with a strangled moan. "That's a good girl," he rumbled in my ear as he worked me through my orgasm. 

As I felt myself come down, Brody kissed me tenderly as he slipped from inside me, pulsing against my ass as he started stroking himself. For a large man, Brody kissed with a surprising gentleness. He always kissed me as though I was delicate, but still strong enough I wouldn’t shatter; the wrought-iron fence outside the abandoned church. He grunted into my mouth as he came, the hot ropes of his seed splashing against my back as a moan caught in my throat. 

He shuddered as he broke the kiss, his hands returning to my hips, this time gently massaging the sore muscles. "You did so well, sugarplum." He took a towel off the nightstand, gently wiping me clean before he started on himself. 

"You absolutely did, kitten," Buddy panted, his white seed freshly painting his stomach. "I could watch you take cock forever."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, relaxing back against Brody. "Thank you both." 

"Of course," Brody said, wrapping me in a soft blanket before kissing my forehead. "Only the best for you."

[josiewrites]

🐱 with HOOK please 😉

🐱- how they eat the pussy

He’s so quiet, it’s hard sometimes. But fuck is he fun. 

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“Fuck!” She cried, tossing her head back into the pillows as her fingers tightened in his unruly hair. “God, yes, just like that.”

He merely growled in acknowledgement, which tore another moan from her as his arms held her hips firmly. She squirmed against his tongue, but he continued to lap at her core, smirking as she drenched his face again. Maybe one more, he thought. 

[josiewrites]

Kinktober Day 1: Thigh Riding

Might've been sitting on this one for a little bit, but ooh was it worth it.

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I bit my lip as I chanced a glance into the gym mirror, my gaze sweeping over him. I was used to being alone in the hotel gym this early in the morning, but I was silently glad he was joining me today. 

Michael and I have what some might call "a flirtationship". We both like to tease and flirt with each other, but it hasn't ever gone past that. 

Even if I'd like it to.

I happened to catch his eye in the mirror and he shot me a wink before leaning back on the bench to lift weights. I let my gaze linger on his thighs, and I ended up stumbling slightly on the treadmill. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice. I slowed my pace, which I was grateful for when I heard him let out a tight grunt that shot straight to my core. 

I stepped off the machine as he grunted again, and I clenched my thighs together as I took position at the rowing machine. This allowed me to see his legs up close, and I bit my lower lip and tried to ease my breathing. His thighs were massive, sculpted to perfection, and I couldn't help but imagine what they'd feel like as I ground against him. 

"See something you like, sugarplum?"

I blinked, completely unaware that he had sat up. "Maybe," I mumbled weakly, embarrassed he caught me completely off guard. 

He chuckled softly, resting a hand on one of his incredible thighs. "Come have a seat, baby," he said with a smirk. "This has been a long time coming."

I fought to stand up at a normal pace, but I couldn't keep the excited smile off my face as I closed the distance and straddled his thigh. "Yes it has." I tried to keep the brave facade, but even adjusting myself on him left my voice shaking slightly. 

His hands were gentle on my hips as he leaned in to kiss me, slowly guiding me along his thigh. I moaned against his lips at the friction on my aching clit, and his grip tightened slightly with a growl. I gave into the heady feeling, grinding faster on his leg as one hand became knotted in my hair. 

"That's it," he whispered, "make a mess for me."

"Michael," I panted, each movement drawing me ever closer to release. With a smirk, he flexed the muscles beneath me, making the pressure just right as I let go with a soft whimper. 

"That's a good girl," he breathed, resting his forehead against mine. "Now, how about we stop dancing around it, and go back to my room and continue this?"

[josiewrites]

Kinktober Day 2: Forced Orgasm

This was another back burner fic that gets to see the light of day. I need more practice writing for Kenny.

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"Welcome back, baby," I said as I heard the door shut behind me. I rolled over to face him, and I could tell he was still angry from earlier tonight. "You okay?"

Kenny's lips were pressed into a thin line, and his blue eyes showed a glimmer of playfulness. "Strip." His voice was a low growl, and I immediately felt a tightness forming in my core.

"Yes Sir," I said softly, pulling my shirt off and throwing it in the corner.

He stepped towards me, gripping my throat slightly harder than usual. "I'm not going to be playing today, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes twinkling. "Tonight, you're going to help me get rid of my anger, understood?"

“Yes Sir,” I said quickly as I pulled off the underwear, the only other piece of clothing I had been wearing.

The smirk that played across his lips made my pulse race and my thighs clench. “Good girl.”

—

“Doing so well for me, baby.”

I could only whimper as he pounded into me, my nerves screaming as I was coming down from my fifth orgasm of the night. My wrists struggled against the belt that bound my wrists over my head, as I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him.

“Sir, please.” My voice was hoarse from the sounds I had been making from the pleasure Kenny was bringing me. "No more."

Kenny's thrusts took on a teasingly slow pace, causing me to whimper loudly. "Oh baby, we're just getting started."

I looked at him through teary eyes, crying out as his fingers brushed against my overly sensitive clit. "No, please…" Before I could finish my sentence, I threw my head back with a moan as I coated his cock again.

He chuckled darkly, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "We're not stopping until I come," he grunted, pushing me through another orgasm. "Which means you're going to soak me, baby. I want to feel every single one until I pump you full."