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hate bound by fear will unwind

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glad you’re here!!! most of my work will be 18+

all my blurbs are here :)

* = smut

Josh Kiszka

After All This Time *

Firsts*

Bubbles*

Rainy Nights*

Pull Me Closer*

A Forever Feeling*

Speed Up*

Whimper*

Jake Kiszka

Sun Sets*

Table Top*

Upstairs*

Lavender *

Sleepover*

Body Paint*

Patience*

[gretavanlace]

Welcome To Hell

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, angst, degradation, praise, impact play and illusions to impact play, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex, alcohol consumption, etc.

This one spun outta control like I wrote it on black ice. My apologies for length and shitty editing in advance xoxo

Jake hates a scene. Loathes raised voices that might demand the hushed attention of a room. Despises eyes hungrily devouring, unblinking, staring, consuming. The morbid curiosity of it all is abhorrent.

What’s going on here? Those eyes ponder, raking over the situation in devilish glee. It’s human nature, he knows, like when you struggle to look away from something gruesome, but he doesn’t have to like it.

Unless he is strutting his way across a stage, soaking in the anguished, desperate need and admiration of those who buy a ticket to take the ride, he doesn’t want it.

Wrapped in an embellished suit and spilling his soul into the universe from behind a sword made of frets and strings - that is the only time his stoic nature allows him to step into the light when he so often yearns for the shadows.

Jacob is a libertine of the finest sort, but only once the curtain has dropped. Or, with you wearing the marks of his teeth, legs spread wide and inviting, beneath him.

You know of this particular aversion, this detest of observation. Of course you do. You know it now, and you knew it last night. You just hadn’t been able to find the will to give a damn.

So, rather than taking a few deep breaths to center yourself and maybe making the switch to water, you had fumed, allowing frustrated thoughts to stoke the bonfire of anger within you - and you drank. And drank. And drank. Ordering rum and coke after rum and coke until you could feel the bartender clocking you carefully, attempting to decide if he’d overserved you. He had. He most definitely had.

As is so often the case with angry drunks, it suddenly seemed such an ideal time to pick a fight. A good time to pitch your voice loud enough to bring the conversation at your table, in a tucked away corner of the bar, to a grinding halt.

A great time to accuse him of wanting to fuck the bubbly little raven-locked beauty, with the tiny skirt and anything but tiny tits, that had been fluttering around him at the pool table. A sex dripping hummingbird flitting about in his personal space, while he donned a soft, welcoming smile.

A wonderful time to invite him to go fuck himself as you stormed through the crowd dramatically.

A fantastic time to rage against the situation concocted within your inebriated haze, complete with sloppy tears and dramatic overreactions, until Danny had finally wrangled you into an Uber…riding along beside you while you dozed, head heavy on his shoulder. Exhausted from your drunken tantrum.

When you woke this morning, you did so with no memory of how you had ended up in bed, or who had removed the complicated, strappy heels from your feet. Or who, like some great god of mercy, had left the tall glass of water waiting on your bedside table. But you had your suspicions, and they were paired with small flashes of memory that proved you were correct. Daniel. Who else?

Another elusive bit of information was when Jake had finally made it home. You’d found him, splayed across the couch, hair tangled against a throw pillow, boots kicked off, but otherwise fully dressed. He was home, but you were unsure of how long that had been so. He might have collapsed onto the cushions five minutes after Danny tucked you in, or he might have stumbled in with the sun, cock still warm from her mouth.

Though, without the alcohol clouding your judgment, the very idea seemed ridiculous. Jake, with his sleepy eyes and gentle heart could never, and would never, even if he could.

He’d rolled off the sofa while you quietly rummaged around in the fridge, yanking out the ingredients you’d need to create a ‘terribly sorry for being an embarrassing mess last night’ BLT…a peace offering stacked high with peppered bacon and remorse.

When he found you once more, he was showered and looking no worse for wear. He looked so softly domestic in his hard worn jeans and long sleeved T, and you had longed to make amends, but he declined your breakfast of apologies. Even waving off the steaming mug of coffee you held out to him, while muttering something about the studio.

Never one to withhold affection in twisted punishment, he had kissed your forehead and strode out the door, assuring you he’d call if things began to look as though they might run late.

But his irritation with you was evident. Tangible in a way that sent a sharp pang of guilt flashing through your heart. He hadn’t forgotten, and he hadn’t yet forgiven.

You’d spent the rest of the morning ambling through the market. Piling your basket high with carefully selected root vegetables. Bags stuffed full to their brims with parsnips, turnips, and sweet potatoes. Onions, carrots and fennel, nestled in beside the broth and spices that would soon create the base for Jake’s favorite stew.

Veggies, lovingly sliced and diced, were rolling lazily this way and that, dancing in a slow simmer, when the first spits of rain began to pebble at the kitchen windows…

And now, here you sit, waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs, legs tucked to the side and hidden beneath the hem of his favorite outfit. A worn and tattered, thrifted sweatshirt, at least three sizes too large, displaying the name of a university neither of you have ever heard of.

Inexplicably drawn to it at a flea market the two of you had stumbled upon, you plunked down a five dollar bill and immediately made it yours.

That same night, he’d watched you hack away at the sleeves with kitchen scissors, then hem the jagged edges with a needle and thread, tongue clenched between your teeth in concentration. And as he watched, he sank even deeper into the pool of his love for you.

That unskilled tailoring had resulted in sleeves that were uneven, but no longer swallowed your hands up. You wear that stupid sweatshirt around the house as a dress constantly, hair a mess atop your head in a bun, legs bare, and he doubts he could love it more if he tried.

You don’t know a thing about his little love affair with this particular article of clothing. Sometimes he says nothing at all when words threaten to fail, which is so very often the case between his heart and the tiny things that make you, you.

He finds you there, biding your time until he slips back into your orbit…waiting for his return with hopeful eyes glittering with love. That love softens his resolve and he feels the annoyance that has tried his patience all day, lessening.

“Hi.” You sound quiet, your one-worded greeting weighed down with contrition.

“Hi.” He takes his time leaning his guitar case against the door jamb, meticulous in its placement to be sure it won’t shift and hit the floor, and then adds a somber, “Something smells good.” as he pulls off his water sodden boots.

“I made stew.” You’re avoiding his eyes now that you can feel his energy. “Your favorite.”

“S’good weather for it.” He nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Chilly.”

You want to rise to your feet, to close the gap of space between the two of you. It feels cavernous. But, you prove rooted in place with the uncomfortability of it all. Are you actually discussing the weather? Like strangers on a train?

At last, you gather your bearings and stand, no longer a deer frozen in the headlights of his disappointment. “Jake…”

“Let’s just forget about it, alright?” He turns away, though you’ve reached for him. “Maybe it was a little much. It’s understandable that you’d be jealous, she was pretty. Beautiful, really.”

He’s said it to be cruel, to be hurtful, and the low blow has successfully landed, but you pretend it hasn’t. On with the show. He won’t remember she ever existed to begin with by the end of the night.

“But you’re still upset, baby…” you breathe the words gently and nuzzle your nose along his jawline. “You’re still angry with me, underneath it all. I can feel it.”

Relaxing his stance in your arms he huffs a tiny sigh. “I just— I don’t know why you have to—“

Your teeth graze over the delicate scar that lives just below his cheekbone. The spot that never fails to render his heart soft and his cock hard. “Why I have to what, Jake? Misbehave?”

A smoky ‘fuck’ slips of his lips when your fingers curl into the waist of his pants, tugging the linen with just enough force to remind him of where your fingers are.

“You should make me behave.” You kiss your way along until you find his mouth, licking into it with a quiet and obscene hum.

“I was mouthy and so mean,” your palm slides across his warm, soft stomach, fingers inching further downward just to hear the breath in his lungs catch. “and you’re always so good to me, Jake. So sweet. I don’t deserve it.”

Deeply perturbed though he may be with you, his love runs deeper still, “you do deserve it, sweetheart. Even when you’re drunk and terrible, you’re still my favorite girl.”

The pad of his thumb trails across your bottom lip, string-worn callous catching the velvet skin that scrubs and masks keep silken. “Careful with my lips, Jakey,” You lightly scratch against the sparse, downy hair that trails his navel. “I work so hard to keep them soft for your pretty cock.”

His hand runs up the nape of your neck and, with his fingers wrapped around the base of your bun, he snaps your head back with a deft flick of his wrist. The searing sting makes you hiss through your teeth and he calls back with a groan through his own clenched bite. “I didn’t ask for your smart mouth. You’re in trouble and I think a bit of respect would be a wise decision on your part, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” You arch forward, longing to press yourself against the sturdy warmth of his body.

Rather than allow it, he loosens his hold on you and steps back, studying your flushed face as though he’s never laid eyes on you before. As though he’s heard tell of what you’re capable of, and is deciding whether or not it might be worth his time to fuck the brat out of you.

“You want to be punished?” He walks his fingers down the outside of your thigh, barely making contact with the trembling muscle you’d give anything to feel him bury his grip into. To watch him spread you open wide and claim his prize.

You nod, cock drunk on him already, though you’ve yet to see it, touch it, worship it.

He tilts his head, as if weighing the possibilities “What if I take you outside, hmm? March you to the gallows?” His touch remains far too light, too gentle. “Make you pick a switch…put you over my knee right there on the front porch, show the whole neighborhood what a nasty fucking handful you are.”

“Whatever you want, Jake.” And you mean it. You probably shouldn’t, but you do. God help you, you mean it.

“Call me Jake one more time and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap.” He warns, pressing a finger to your lips. He doesn’t want a response. Watching you play by the rules for once will do just fine for him, thank you.

In a breath, his hand is warm between your thighs, fingers toying with you, taunting, teasing, withholding. “Upstairs. Now.” His demand comes gently, but it leaves no room for discussion all the same. “Everything off. I’ll be up when I feel like it.”

~

You wait without patience, but he isn’t in the room to scold you for fidgeting this way and that, nor is he close enough to hear your tiny huffs of annoyance…

…until he is.

You never hear a sound. Not a creak on the stairs, nor footfall in the hallway…he simply appears in the doorway like a specter. An apparition, bathed in darkness and sex, sent to ruin you.

Your black phantom moves closer, eyes never landing on you, though you wait on display for him. Nipples pebbled and aching, sitting on your heels with your knees parted so that he might catch sight of his favorite place to play.

He ignores all this and instead, focuses on the soft lengths of rope you have laid out beside you at the foot of the bed.

Jake knows this rope. His thoughts skip to the white rose bushes you planted out back one sunny morning, in homage to his band. You’ve cut it from the spool you use to tie the bushes to stakes, ensuring they grow straight and strong. He will never look at those white roses again without remembering this moment.

“And what is this for, baby girl?’ He runs a length of it through his fingers thoughtfully. “Are you expecting to be tied down? Would you like that?”

“Yes.” When did your voice grow so meek? “Tie me down and punish me…any way you’d like.”

He drops the rope, entirely disinterested, “Spread your legs and touch yourself. Love on her for me. She must need it bad by now.”

You obey instantly, earning a lazy smile in reward. But as quick as that smirk appears, it vanishes, when he leans in close enough to brush your nose with his own, while you circle your clit with faint pressure, careful not to get greedy.

“I don’t need rope, sweetheart.” He hushes like a secret “You will stay where I put you. You will lie still when I say so, and you will move when I say so. You will do as you’re fucking told, or you will suffer the consequences. Are we clear?”

Leaning in, your tongue laps over his lips, desperate to taste him…he takes momentary pity on you and offers the tip of your tongue a gentle suck before straightening.

Wandering over to the dresser, he begins digging around in your top drawer, shuffling satin and lace around, searching. “I’m thinking of filling your pretty mouth up. You look so lovely with my cum dripping off your lips.”

A sound of wanton anticipation whines out of you. “You like that? You want to get down on your knees and ask forgiveness? Prove how sorry you are with a cock in your mouth?”

He’s fucking obscene, and you plan to relish every second of his condescending filth. You sigh shakily in confirmation and lick the lips he spoke of so indecently, eager to get on with it.

“Well, it sounds like you want it, so I suppose that isn’t much of a punishment at all, now is it?” At last he turns, and you drink in the beauty of his face.

“Put these on.” A scrap of fabric lands on the duvet beside you.

Fingers clasped around white silk, your eyes squint in question. “You’re asking me to get dressed? I thought we were moving in another direction here, Kiszka.”

He is across the room in a blink, grip locked around your chin. “Watch your tone, miss mouth. You’re toeing a line you don’t want to cross, I promise you.”

The brat in you shoves up her sleeves, ready to get to work. “Or what? Are you going to bend me over and spank my ass until I beg you to stop?”

The light in his eyes snuffs out, leaving only a menacing darkness that sets your pulse to racing as he slowly leans in. Lips caressing the shell of your ear, he strokes a thumb down the swell of your breast. “No, Sweetheart, I’ll bend you over and fuck your ass until you beg me to stop.”

A sigh of a gasp escapes you, fluttering his hair.

He straightens and casually pets your hair, “But we don’t need to worry about that, do we? Because you’re going to be a very good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re going to be the best girl - all for me, isn’t that right?”

Your response comes immediately, and without thought. “Yes, sir.”

“You see?” He smiles, booping your nose with the tip of his finger. An innocent, cuddly act that doesn’t match the tone of the room “My baby girl has such manners. Now,” he swats a finger at your cheek, “put your panties on.”

“Why?” You’re doing as you're told even as you question him.

With an off handed air, he answers, as if bored with your inquisitiveness. “Because I’d like to taste your cunt on them, that’s why.”

“Please?” Oh, how fucking pathetic you are - and oh, how little you care.

“Please what?” He is so quiet, so tender, as he sinks to his knees before you, you can almost trick yourself into believing he’s going to give in.

“They’re on.” You snap the elastic at your hip and fall back on the bed, nestling into the cool cloud of blankets and sheets beneath you. “Taste me on them. I want your mouth.”

He hums softly, the back of his knuckle trailing over your clit as it aches in desperation. “You’re beautiful everywhere, aren’t you? My pretty, pretty girl. Don’t you wish for a kiss, baby? Wouldn’t that feel nice? Soft and slow? Right here on this perfect clit?”

His fingers wander with just enough intent to make your hips rock as he gazes down between your thighs “Sweet and swollen. Just wants to be spoiled a little, doesn’t she?”

Nodding eagerly, you fist at the blankets, grounding yourself. “Please,”

“You want my mouth?”

Suddenly, you have it. His tongue, like warm, wet satin, laps over you through the scant material you’ve already soaked. “Like that, baby?”

He sounds so smug “is that how you want it? Or do you want it like this…” his fingers peel your panties aside to allow his tongue to wander along freely.

A muffled hum chokes it’s way out of your chest “Yes, baby, please. Don’t stop…” your hips thrust up to meet him “More...”

“Aw, sweetheart…” he taunts, landing a cruel smack against your center that makes your thighs snap together “and you were doing so well, too. Bossy gets you nowhere, little girl.”

Shoving your legs apart, the pad of his thumb circles over the dripping material that is, once again, concealing your clit. “Think you can cum like this?” He sounds so casual, as though he’s asked you for the time. “If I touched you and licked you just like this?”

As his face draws nearer, you begin to pant…breathing lust heavily into the room. “Yes! Yes! Please, Jake…”

His eyebrows raise, mockingly pondering your face as you stare down at him, silently willing him into action “But I’m not even really touching you. I’m touching your panties, that’s all. Are you really that pitiful? Needy little pussy, dripping and begging.”

“Fuck!” Your fist tangles in his hair, tugging at it urgently and without care.

He hisses at the burn of the sting - the flash of pain he has never hidden his affections for - and then there are both of his hands, wrapped around your throat carefully. Ever mindful to never hurt you in a manner unintentional. To never get carried away and leave a mark he hadn’t thought out, coaxed a tear he didn’t anticipate.

You’re left to whine under his wicked glare until, at last, his voice comes…guttural and threatening, yet still glazed in velvet, lush and rich. “Fucking behave yourself. I won’t tell you again.”

His grip tightens, locking you in the warm vice of his hands. He sees the insubordinate gleam in your eye, and he’s warning you, though he knows it will do no good. “And if I don’t?”

The second you speak, you wish you hadn’t. He isn’t the only one who can read the thoughts behind your eyes, and a poisoned malevolence is darting about in his.

“If you don’t,” he offers you a cruel tip of his brow, like he thinks the answer should be obvious. “If you don’t, I’ll make you watch her preen, pretty and sweet, with my cock down her throat.”

You ought to be ashamed for the way your body writhes and throbs at the very idea of it, but you’ll worry about that some other time.

“You’re evil,” you breathe.

He seems amused as his thumb begins to stroke over your pounding jugular, “Am I?”

“Yes.” You’ve never wanted him more.

“Well then, pretty girl…” his tongue snakes up the side of your cheek, “welcome to hell.”

~

Hours may have ticked away, or perhaps just minutes. It’s entirely plausible that time stopped its monotonous shuffle all together, and you’re now floating in limbo.

There is no way to tell. There is only Jake.

Jake, as he moves above you slowly, deliberately - tangled waves of silken chocolate gently swaying, creating a hazy curtain of his scent around you as your vision blurs.

“Harder, baby…” your words are quiet, barely a whisper, and pointless. “Please.”

“Shut up.” He hushes back as if confessing his love. “I’ll fuck you harder when I decide you deserve it.”

You shouldn’t do it. It’s manipulative, and underhanded. You do it anyway. “Did you really want her?”

You know he didn’t, you’re simply aiming to weaken his resolve. It backfires in a way you’d never expect.

“How do you know I didn’t have her?’ He taunts mercilessly, slipping his thumb in your mouth to pry it open. He speaks into it, licking and sucking at your lips and tongue between vicious words, still sliding in and out of you at a maddeningly slow clip.

“How do you know I didn’t go home with her?” He eases his thumb into your mouth for you to suckle comfortingly “Maybe, while Daniel was tucking you into bed, I was tucking my cock inside her?”

“Liar.” You choke out through a moaning clench around him.

A feral sound growls out of his lungs as you squeeze up tight. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t think about it. You were being so mean. Maybe I wanted her because she looked at me like I hung the moon and made her little pussy all wet and messy.”

Your teeth bury themselves into his flesh, but he merely curls his thumb and pries your bite open.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” With a blissfully swift snap of his hips he fucks into you a little harder. “You don’t wanna play in the kitchen anymore now that the heat’s caught up with you?”

Your hands move to latch onto his shoulders through the shirt he has refused to remove, his pants are only unbuttoned and shoved down far enough to slip inside of you, he says it’s all you’ve earned.

Yes, your hands reach for him, but he puts a stop to it with a harsh, clipped, order. “Hands down. Now.”

Palms once again flat against the bed at your sides as you’ve been instructed, he carries on fucking you, filling the room with your desperate moans and whines, and his bullshit lies.

“I wanted to put my hand on her waist right here,” he tucks into the dipping curve just above your hip and grips tighter and tighter, tugging you closer. “Yeah, right here, just like this. Just the way you like. Right where I grab you when you’ve been a good enough girl to take it hard.”

He can feel the muted fury seize your muscles up tight while your heart begins to pound a hyper-beat of fiery madness, and he jabs at you further with a taunting grin, smoothing his palm flat up your trembling skin sweetly until the globe of your breast is cupped in his hand. “And I’d have done it, baby girl. I’d have fucked her, but I knew you’d smell her on me…perfume that wasn’t yours, the scent of her skin, of her pretty cunt…”

“Fuck you,” the blow comes out of left field, even to yourself, and lands hard upon his cheek.

He fights the recoil and nuzzles into it, body humming with electric lust. “You’re so mean, sweetheart. Do it again.”

“Please!” The sobbing need turns your plea into a prayer, fraught with the desperation he has grown completely addicted to.

It rips a carnal, raspy groan out of his chest. He is full of lies, and he knows it just as well as you do. He needs what only you can give. You’ve rendered him a man willing to do anything to get even just a taste of the way you love him.

But, Jake loves the game, as well.

His warm clutch, rough from the unforgiving metal of strings, closes around your throat once more, eyes fluttering when a moan chokes out of you.

You sound like angels sighing, but he doesn’t allow himself to be lost completely, lest you win this round.

“I said, do it again.” Teeth clenched, his demand comes with authority that leaves no room for defiance.

He steels himself to absorb the blow, but his cock twitches wildly inside you upon the cracking impact and you can’t help yourself. “You like that? You sick fuck.”

A grin, flashing and gorgeous, settles upon his beautiful lips. It steals the moment, shaping it into something new, something softer.

“You fucking love it. You want me to hit you back, I can see it in your eyes.”

You can’t hide anything from him - never could. He reads you with astonishing ease; fingertips racing deftly over the tiny blips of braille that map your thoughts. The rushing thump of your pulse spoken word poetry whispering secrets to him.

“I do.” Your confession slips off your tongue with quiet confidence. You are safe with him.

He caresses your face gingerly, adoring you with a feather-light touch you haven’t asked for, “I’d never hit you, baby. I don’t want to.”

A frown that you try to fight pulls at your lips, eliciting the softest chuckle from him, baptizing you in his love. He is your sweet Jakey again. Just that quickly. You don’t know whether to rejoice or mourn. “She pouts because I refused to mar her lovely face. Scandalously filthy, sweetheart.”

You take advantage of that pout he can’t seem to resist, “Fuck me harder now, sir. I need it, baby.” Sir and baby intermingle strangely, but something about it works.

“Yeah? You need it?” He begins moving faster, roughly jerking his hips back until only the silken tip of his cock rests inside you before driving back in, punching a cry of relief out of your lungs each time, over and over and over.

“Let me touch you…” you’re panting and struggling to speak.

“Go ahead, baby,” he sounds so gentle, but he dips down and bites into your neck viciously, releasing only to groan your praises as your fingers lace into his wild tangles “there’s my good girl, there’s my good fucking girl.”

He sweeps airy kisses over the apples of your cheeks, each in turn. “Pretty little piece of heaven, just for my cock. All snug and soft, aren’t you, sweetheart? My girl.”

Nodding in frantic agreement - you are his girl. You couldn’t be anyone else’s - you raise your head and press your forehead to his shoulder, wailing against the cotton of his shirt as you bite into it…so close you can nearly taste the grainy, sugary sweetness of your long awaited release.

“Cum for me pretty, baby.” His demands are breathing out of him tenderly now…gentle as the rain that’s still tapping at the windows. “And say my name, it sounds so beautiful on your tongue. Makes my heart hurt.”

You know what he means, sometimes there is too much love between the two of you. It batters itself against the cages of your hearts. Enormous and overwhelming, threatening to split you wide open at the seams of your very souls…it is too much, and it is never enough.

And you do; you call his name. Chanting it like the chorus of your favorite song, pressing it into the cracks in the wood, etching it into the glass with your cries, so this room, this house, never forgets the love it once held.

The house will remember him as well, the pained sounds that claw out of him wildly as he fucks you through it, and lets go, sinking into you as though he’d like to disappear inside you completely.

This is all that matters. Jake. You. Love.

You’re both breathing up at the ceiling, hands clasped between you as you hunt down some semblance of calm.

“The stew.” You remember, too tranquil to really care.

He sounds just as serene as you do, “Took it off the heat before I came up.”

You squeeze his hand in silent thanks. “We’ll go down and eat soon. I’ll heat up the bread I picked up and…”

Trailing off, you don’t finish your sentence, but he’s crossed over into half-sleep as well, so there’s no one to notice.

Some time later, you blink slowly awake, confused by the darkness in the room. He stumbles his way back to consciousness soon after, and the night settles in with you curled in his lap on the back porch, sharing a bowl of stew - the rain, now nothing more than mist, dancing on the grass.

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Whimper

hola!!! i have been harassed by my peers (you know who you are) to write this. yes this is a josh whimpering fic, yes it very sexual, yes you will love it.

warning: smut no plot, minors dni, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, oral fem & male receiving, idk what else lmk if i miss anything else.

The movie was almost over, the heroine and the hero had just embraced one another and the deep echo of the movie score could be heard in the background. Your leg was thrown over Josh’s under the blanket and his hand rested on your thigh. You turned to peer out of your bedroom window. It was dark outside, you figured it was late, the movie taking up most of your evening time.

You shifted ever slightly on the bed, getting more comfortable, knowing that you would fall asleep soon. Josh didn’t say anything, gently moved his hand until you got settled and placed it back on your thigh, this time slightly higher and closer to your inner thigh. His fingers began to move even slightly, causing goosebumps to rise on your bare thigh. He hadn’t tried to move it all evening, and now as you are trying to settle down, he decides to play games.

You peer over at him as his knuckles rake across the waistband on your pajama shorts. You notice a slight smile play on his lips, but his dark eyes remain focused on the ending of the movie.

You didn’t say anything and neither did he as he slipped two fingers into your shorts.

You gasped in surprise, he always asked for permission, not that you minded, you wanted him to touch you always.

His fingers moved your panties aside and he began to languidly rub your clit. You felt your body melt at his touch and you closed your eyes.

“You’re going to miss the ending,” he said, his fingers halting. You opened your eyes and found him staring at you, with a bemused expression on his face.

“Fuck the ending,” you say gripping his wrist, urging him to continue. He laughed slightly and continued to circle your bundle of nerves. He was moving too slow, and you began to move your hips to gain more friction or urge him to go faster. But his pace remained the same. Torturous.

“Josh,” you whispered.

“Yes?” He said, turning to look at you. He knew what you wanted, but he was waiting for you to ask.

“Come on, don’t be mean,” you said to him.

He grinned at you. His eyes moved to your lips and then back to your eyes. He was thinking something, and you wanted to ask him what. He moved his hand from your underwear, before you had time to process, he was on top of you. His lips were pressed firmly to yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him flush against you.

“Lay back,” he said against your lips.

“But you’re going to miss the ending.”

“Shut up,” he said with a chuckle. You did as he said and he began a slight descent down your body. He tugged your shirt over your head and had your bralette off in record time. He pressed a quick kiss to each of your nipples, and then your stomach. He tugged at the waistband of your shorts, waiting for you to permit him to move forward. You lifted your hips slightly, helping him remove them and your underwear from your body. He slid a forearm underneath each of your thighs tilting your hips up as he settled between them.

His eyes never left yours as he bent his head down and his tongue grazed your clit. He lapped over and over again at your clit, sucking and cradling, all the while not moving his gaze from yours.

His tongue moved down lower, to your entrance and his slippery strokes grew longer and hungrier. His nose brushed the right bundle of nerves, the contact making you gasp.

His hands kneaded your waist. His delicate fingers were restless, but nothing compared to the need you felt as his lips and tongue and nose caressed you. You covered his hands with yours, rubbing his knuckles. You held his head, traced his ears. He feasted deeply, as if you were the last thing to be devoured.

You fisted his hair urging him on, you could feel the hot rush on his breath against your skin. He moved one hand from your waist and brought two fingers to your entrance. Only circling the throbbing area.

“Please, Josh.”

You felt him shiver, his mouth faltering. His fingers stiffened, two uniting as one to ease inside you slowly, so slowly. You scraped your nails through his hair, back arching.

He drove inside, slow and deep, and then drew back out. Again. Again, a bit faster, all the while teasing you with his tongue. The pleasure gathered inside you, that delicious, fiery need.

“Josh.”

A groan heated your clit, his tongue fluttering. His stiff fingers are nearly pounding now. Your own fingers slipped from his hair, trembling, tracing his ears, touching his temples, his face. He held you tight, that hand at your waist was hot and possessive. The pleasure built, layer upon layer, thicker, harder, more inevitable with every flick of his tongue and intrusion of his fingers, tighter, tighter, rising higher, higher.

“Josh.” More a huff than a name. A plea. Your heels rubbed his back of their own accord. His hair was in your fist. The pleasure peaked and finally spilled over, a furious fire of pleasure running through your skin.

He eased, fingers and tongue slowing to the beat of her pleasure, soft caresses soothing in time with your throbbing pulse. He went still exactly as your body did, touching you only with his fevered, frenzied breaths.

“Fuck.” You let his hair go, resting your fingertips on your belly, your hands were shaking, and your mouth was dry.

You propped yourself up on straight arms, and Josh took your calves in his hands. You could see wetness glistening in his mustache, and he traced his lower lip with his tongue. His eyelids were heavy, but his brown eyes were bright.

You wanted to taste him. You wanted to taste yourself on him. You drew your legs onto the bed, scooting to the far side to make room.

“Lay back,” you ordered him, just as he did to you. His cheeks were slightly red and you could see his erection tenting his boxers. He did as you told him to do and once he looked settled amongst the pillows and blankets did you lean over and kiss him softly. You could hear the credits rolling of the movie that has been long forgotten.

“Take this off,” you said, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. He rose up and pulled it over his head and casted it aside on the floor beside your forgotten clothes.

He reached for you but you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him slightly down once again. You moved to straddle him, moving ever so slightly against the cotton fabric of his underwear. His hands gripped your thighs and you leaned down to kiss him.

It was a breath of a kiss and you pulled away slightly and he moved up searching for you. You kissed his cheek and then his neck. You notice his breathing hitch as you suck and nip at his collarbone. You shimmy down to kiss and lick his nipples, and then his stomach, and then knowing what he wanted next, you move up and capture his lips with yours, not granting his wish. He groaned against your mouth and you moved your hand into the waistband on his boxers and palm his hard length.

“So hard for me,” you say, running your thumb over his tip. His eyes were shut and his head was tilted rested against the pillows.

“B-baby,” he stammered in a half whisper as you snaked down to sit between his thighs. You pulled his boxers off and began to stroke him faster but not too fast.

“You feel too good, I bet you taste even better,” you say, licking from his base all the way to his tip.

“Your mouth is so pretty,” he says rubbing his thumb across your cheek bone. His hand found their way into your hair as you took his entire length into your mouth. He was so hard and you could feel his length pulsating with desire in your grip. His eyes were shut and his mouth was hung slightly open as if he was about to say something. But all that was coming out was soft ever present whimpers of desire and need.

It fueled your own hunger and you could feel your core begin to pulsate once again.

Setting a slow, steady pace, you take him in and out of your mouth, sucking and licking the crown and stroking his hardened length, sliding your tongue along the throbbing vein that runs under the length of him. You suck and swirl and stroke and swallowed him over and over, his grip was tight, you knew he was close but you didn’t want him to cum yet. You popped off his cock with a pop.

“Not yet,” you said, moving from between his legs and up his torso again. He opened his eyes and you found his expression to be one of pure lust and torture.

“Fuck, what are you doing?” He asked you as you began to slightly kiss his neck.

“I’m going to ride you, okay?” You said and began to pump his cock slowly once again. “But you can’t cum yet, you need to wait for me.” His skin was salty with sweat and you sucked the sensitive part of his skin at the base of his neck and shoulder.

“Okay,” he whimpered in your ear.

You adjust yourself slightly and lined his hardened cock at your entrance. He sat up slightly and took your erect nipple in his mouth as you sunk down slowly on his length. You both sighed at the feel of each other. You began to move against him, each time brushing your clit against the base of him.

“You feel so good, stretching me out just right,” you whispered looking down at him, sucking the sensitive skin beneath your breasts. His hands were gripping your thighs hard, they were sure to leave marks in their wake.

You began rotating your hips on him, rising and falling, your head tipping back at the pleasure of it, at the way his hips started rocking up to meet yours again, at the way his expression became more concentrated. He cupped your breasts, constricting his grip on your thighs and using it to bring you down on him harder.

“B-baby, fuck,” he stammered out with flushed cheeks. He looked completely fucked out and completely helpless underneath you. His hair was disheveled and unruly at your touch.

“No,” you told him, gripping his shoulder, “not yet, you can wait for me.” You moved your pace to slow once again, bringing him from his edge. He shut his eyes once again and moaned out your name.

“You look so pretty under me like this,” you tell him, brushing your thumb against his reddened face. “You like it when I’m on top of you? You like it when I do this?” You ask, swiveling your hips taking his entire length.

“Baby,” he whimpered out, opening his eyes, taking you in, “please I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“You can wait for me, I know you can.” You braced yourself on his upper abdomen, squeezing him inside, sliding up and back down faster this time, Josh grabbed your bouncing breasts and right as his eyebrows began to furrow did you slow down, rotating her hips in sensual seduction, arching your back and bracing your hands on his knees so he could lower his gaze and see his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You brought your thumb up to his mouth and he wrapped his tongue around it. You made sure he was watching as you brought your thumb down to your clit and began to run fast quick passes against it.

He whimpered at the sight and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He closed his eyes and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly. The sight before you caused your body to vibrate with the height of another orgasm.

You brought your lips down to his. He moved to replace your thumb with his own.

“Are you ready to cum now?” You ask him.

He nods his head and his eyes are still closed.

“Say it, I need to hear you say it.” His thumb began to falter against you. He was closer than you had originally thought.

“Please, let me cum, please let me fill you up.” His voice was barely above a whisper and heavy with desperation and lust.

You kissed him again, harder this time. “Cum with me, sweet boy, I need to feel you cum with me.” You said against his lips. You felt him sigh in relief at your words. You began to move against him, more quickly then, his thumb keeping pace with the movement of your hips.

“I’m going to cum, don’t stop,” you said as your climax grabbed you with the fiery pull of desire tearing through your skin and bones. His face was so close to yours and you shut your eyes and fucked him through your roaring waves of desire. He was pleading as he came, pooling inside of you, chanting your name over and over again against the crook of your neck. His grip on your hips moved from firm to bruising.

You both held on to each other as you rode out the high of your orgasms and you moved off of his lap gently. His forehead was shining with sweat and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. You kissed his reddened cheek and he pulled you to his chest and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re amazing,” he said to you slightly massaging the base of your neck.

“I know,” you giggle and turn your attention back to the television. It was alive and bright with another movie.

“Let’s watch this and gear up for round 2?” Josh asked you, throwing the blanket over both of you, just as it had been before. You giggle at him and nod your head, knowing you would never be able to tell him no.

[safety-sam]

Bottom teef <3

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Little Fantasy

Josh Kiszka X Fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, fingering (fem rec), choking, dirty talk, exhibitionism kink, I think that’s it!

This fic is heavily unedited, sorry!

Moodboard by @allieisacrybaby 🖤

You slowly opened your eyes as the sound of soft music pulled you from your slumber. Josh often put on music in the morning when he was home. Turning to his side of the bed you weren't surprised to see it empty. He was probably outside on the balcony meditating or sipping a warm glass of tea. Glancing over to the alarm clock you shoved the book you were currently reading out of the way and saw that it was 8:30. After enjoying the comfort of your bed for a few more minutes you finally mustered the motivation to make your way to the bathroom for a shower.

Turning on the water to heat up you stripped out of your clothes, breathing in the steam that was now quickly filling the room. Almost as soon as you had stepped foot into the shower you heard the bathroom door creak open,

"My love," Josh called out, you could see his blurred form on the other side of the glass door, "Did you have any plans for today?"

You watched him as he talked, he was looking in the mirror, messing with his wild curls, you smiled before you replied,

"I don't, did you have something in mind?" you leaned your head back under the water, letting it warm your body

"I was hoping we could go into the city today, go for brunch, maybe do some window shopping?" he requested.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect actually" He had been gone for the last week or so, spending the day with him sounded amazing.

"Great, I have to go make a quick phone call but I should be done by the time you're ready" He replied and then made his way out of the bathroom.

After showering you wrapped yourself in a towel and brushed your teeth. Opting to let your hair air dry for a few minutes you decided to go see what the weather was like so you could decide what to wear.

You stepped out on the balcony but froze when you realized Josh had taken his phone call out there. You started to shrink back into the house, not wanting to disturb him. He shook his head softly and waved you over with his free hand as he spoke into the phone. You walked over to the chair he was sitting in and when you got close enough his hand landed on the outside of your thigh, thumb moving in slow loving circles,

"Did you need something?" He asked genuinely, holding the phone away from his face as his eyes locked on yours,

"No, sorry, I was just checking the weather so I could choose an outfit" you whispered back,

"Don't apologize," His hand went from your thigh to your hand, bringing it to his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, "Lets see the options" He whispered quickly before replying to whoever was on the phone.

It was a beautiful day outside, warm but with a nice breeze, the perfect combination of sunny and cloudy. You knew in the back of your mind that the weather could change on a dime, but you decided to risk it. Making your way to the closet you located two of your favorite sundresses, which also happened to be 2 of Josh's favorites too. Grabbing both of the hangers you walked back out to the balcony and held both up for Josh to see. Still chatting away on the phone he eyed both of them, tilting his head and biting the inside of his lip as he considered. After a few moments he pointed to the one in your left hand. Nodding with a smile you walked over and kissed his cheek to say thank you.

Hurrying back inside you quickly got ready. You half dried your hair and then put it in a loose braid, pulling out a few pieces to frame your face. Not wanting to spend a lot of time on makeup you decided to go simple, some mascara and lip tint was all you applied. Content with your look you moved to grab the dress Josh had picked. It was a white and yellow dress that had small floral print on it. It had spaghetti straps, a V-neck, and the hem of the skirt landed about mid-thigh. Slipping out of your towel you grabbed a pair of underwear and began putting them on when a knock against the window got your attention.

Huffing a laugh you shook your head when you realized Josh was watching. He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you sauntered over and closed the shades, taking a chance to stick your tongue out at him before you did so. You walked back over to where your dress lay on the bed and put it on. After finding your favorite strappy sandals and putting them on you stood back in front of your dresser and started to put on the little gold hoop earrings you wanted to wear.

"Well that was rude" You heard Josh tease as he walked in the door, tossing his phone to the bed,

"You're lucky I didn't lock the door, creeper" you grinned as he feigned offense, bringing a hand to his chest.

"I was just enjoying the show" He walked up behind you, putting his hands on your hips and watching as you secured the second earring. "You look beautiful" He said as you stood up and turned to face him,

"You always say that" You rolled your eyes as your cheeks turned pink. You had been dating Josh for almost a year, and still his compliments never got old.

"I always mean it" He replied. You knew he meant it, in fact he was the first person you'd ever been with that made you believe he meant what he said. A soft smile appeared on his face as he leaned in to kiss you. He had a habit of sighing through his nose when he kissed you in the morning, like he was glad you were real and not a dream. It never ceased to make your heart melt. The kiss had started innocent, but as your hands moved to his waist and your fingers skimmed the warm skin under his shirt the kiss deepened. Josh's hands that were still planted on your hips had pinned you against the dresser,

"Josh," You pulled away, smiling when he tried to reconnect your lips. You turned your head, giggling when he settled with kissing your neck instead

"Hm?" He hummed,

"We have to leave" You reminded him, "I don't want to miss the brunch menu" His kisses didn't cease. "Josh" You said more firmly this time,

"Fine" He pouted, "It's your fault for wearing that dress"

"Oh it's my fault?" You grabbed your bag and started to walk towards the door, "You're the one who picked the dress"

"That I did," He conceded as he grabbed his keys, "You don't wear it enough"

"Thats because for some reason I never make it out the door once I put it on!" you said playfully as you poked at his side,

"Touche" He laughed, taking your hand as you both walked out to the car.

After enjoying your coveted crepes and sangria at your favorite brunch spot you found yourself walking down the sidewalk with Josh. Hand in hand you chatted as you went into different shops. You were stealthily leading him to one of your favorite stores. You got about a half block away when he suddenly stopped,

"I should have known" He laughed as he started walking again, shooting you a side eye as you tugged him along

"Come on please," you whined "Ten minutes tops"

"Ten minutes my ass" He teased back as he followed you into the massive bookstore. "We'll be in here for hours"

"You're being dramatic, you like books just as much as I do"

"Alright fine, it looks like it's about to rain anyways, might as well be inside"

You were right, he did like books just as much as you did. The difference was Josh always went searching for specific books, you liked to just stumble upon them. This meant you liked to just browse. You just loved bookstores in general, always had. You found them mystical and almost romantic for some reason.

This particular bookstore was 2 stories, and it had lots of isles packed with books. It was an old building with exposed brick, the soft warm lighting made it feel cozy. Just like many other bookstores there was music playing and chairs scattered about for readers to sit and enjoy a book. The second story had these big windows and you could see that it had suddenly grown dark outside and was now raining. You kept Josh close, every time you stopped to browse a shelf or pick up a book you'd maneuver yourself and him so that he was standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist or placing his hands on your hips.

"For someone who cut me off earlier you sure are touchy now" He teased, "Whats gotten into you?"

You shrugged coyly as you bent at the waist to grab a book from a lower shelf, consequently nudging your ass against Josh's crotch, your sun dress coming up high enough that his fingertips touched your thighs as he tried to smooth it down,

"Babe" He laughed lowly, glancing around to make sure no one had seen your white cotton panties as he pulled you back to standing. "What are-" He stopped mid sentence as if a lightbulb had gone off in his brain. His gaze traveled your face, taking in your innocent doe eyes as you fluttered your lashes at him,

Taking your hand he suddenly took off walking, rather briskly at that

"Josh, where-"

"I uh, need something over here" He said casually, but you noticed him gripping your hand tighter. Finally he abruptly turned down an isle. Looking at the dusty shelves as he drug you along you noticed what section you were in and started to laugh,

"Used college text bo-" He cut you off, pining you against the shelf with his body as his mouth crashed into yours. He wasted no time, pressing his tongue past your lips. He groaned as you welcomed it by sucking on it lightly, your own tongue moving against it. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you parted your legs just a little to get him even closer. One of his hands was at the nape of your neck, the other had drifted under your dress and was resting on your hip bone,

"Is this what you wanted?" He pulled away to whisper in your ear, nipping at the skin on your neck as his hand traveled closer to your heat, the back of his knuckles skimming down your lower stomach sending a chill over your body, "Almost forgot about this little fantasy of yours"

You searched your own memories, trying to remember when you had even told him about this deep seeded desire to get off in a library or bookstore. You decided it didn't matter when you told him, only that he remembered and it was actually happening, and that thought alone had wetness pooling between your legs.

"Answer me y/n, is this what you wanted?" His hand had moved around to the front of your neck, barely squeezing as he looked at you with dark lust filled eyes,

"Yes," You replied, barely loud enough for him to hear,

"I bet this pink little cunt is just aching isn't it?" his fingers began to rub your clit through the fabric thats already clinging to you. Your mouth falls open and your hips buck forward, silently begging him for more. His cheek is next to yours again, his breath hot and heavy in your ear as he slides your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your slick, "Y/n..." He groans quietly, lips ghosting up your jaw "Sweet girl, you're soaked"

You can hear the effect it's having on him, the strain in his voice as he begins to circle your clit with the pad of his thumb. You are trying your hardest to breathe quietly as he sucks and bites at your neck. You want desperately to look around and make sure no one is coming but with his hand around your throat and his fingers next to your jaw thats not going to happen.

"Gonna slip my fingers in this needy pussy and play with you till you cum" You gasped as he dipped one finger into you, "Finger fuck you right here in the middle of the store until you're dripping down your thighs,"

"Josh" You whimpered softly as he moved his finger in and out, his words swirling in your head and heating your skin

"Shhh" He hushed you by pulling you into another searing kiss,

A sudden loud noise had you jumping out of your skin, gasping as you broke the kiss and held Josh tighter, freezing as if that would hide you if someone was there,

"Jumpy" He huffed a laugh against your shoulder, "It's just thunder baby"

"Fuck" You laughed breathily, looking around to make sure there was no one in sight, your heart was racing at this point

When your eyes landed back on Josh he was smirking at you with half lidded eyes, You felt him remove his finger only to add a second one with it, your head falling back against the shelf

There was another loud crack of thunder and then everything went dark. Josh's movements stalled as you looked at each other, both registering that the power had just gone out. The store had become eerily quiet except for the rain hitting the windows. Then a distant voice spoke from somewhere on the first level,

"The power should come back on shortly, just stay where you are until it does" The store owner spoke,

"Gladly" Josh said more to himself than you, and began pumping his fingers into you faster,

You bit your bottom lip, trying your hardest to stay quiet as your fingers tightened in Josh's soft hair. An expert curl of his fingers had you breaking your reserve, a pathetic moan passing your lips,

Josh's eyes got wide and his hand flew from your neck to cover your mouth,

"You trying to get us caught?" he tilted his head as he zeroed in on your bodies reaction to the question, the way you clenched around his working fingers. He read you like a book, "Oh, you want everyone in here to hear what a little slut you are? Turn that corner and find us with my fingers buried inside you?"

Your breathing was ragged as your legs threatened to give out, the adrenaline and pleasure fogging your brain, you should be ashamed but you're not

"Mmm dirty girl, what a little minx you are" He teased, keeping his eyes on you as he felt you getting closer to your edge. You reached forward, blindly searching for the erection hidden in his pants. Finding it you started to palm him, your eyes rolling back when you realized just how hard he already was, "I know," He rasped into your ear, brows furrowed "I'm so fucking hard y/n, cum so we can get outta here and I can feel you on my cock,"

"Mhm" You mumbled behind his hand, nodding frantically as your orgasm crashed into you. You held on to Josh, barely keeping yourself upright as he worked you through it, his own lips parted as he watched you come undone.

Taking his hand from your mouth he kissed you again, swallowing down the noise of protest you made when his fingers slipped from you, pulling your panties back to their place. You looked at him with a cheeky smile as you smoothed your dress down,

"That was," You started but quickly realized you didn't have the words. Standing in front of you was a man who always made sure you got what you wanted, even if it was something like this.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, lets go" He said as he took your hand and started down the stairs. Using his phone light he navigated out of the bookstore and to the front door.

"Josh, it's still pouring rain?" You said with a laugh, "We didn't bring the umbrella"

"The car is just a block away, lets just run for it" he waited for your response with a wild gleam in his eye. He was in a hurry, glancing down you covered your mouth with your hand and tried to stifle your smile when you saw him trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants,

"Alright, one second" You leaned down and took off your sandals, knowing if you tried to run in them you'd fall on your ass. "Ok, I'm ready"

"Yeah?" He asked with a beaming grin, that boyish playfulness making an appearance. You nodded and he opened the door. Hand in hand you both ran down the street. You were both immediately soaked, a shrill noise left you as you made a sharp turn and bolted to the car. You had parked in a lot behind a building, and your car was one of a few other cars there.

"Backseat!" Josh tugged you back to him when you tried to head for the passenger seat,

"What?!" You asked, rain dripping down your face

"Get in the back seat!" He repeated with a laugh as he quickly opened the door. You both climbed in and he shut the door. Locking eyes for a split second you took in each other's drenched appearance, then at the exact same moment you both bubbled with laughter,

"Come here" Josh said as the giggling subsided. He reached for your hand, helping you to straddle his waist as he relaxed back against the seat. He blinked slowly as he looked up to you, "I love your laugh, you know that?"

"Well I'd hope so" you said as you leaned forward, kissing him between words, "You are always making me laugh" He grinned against your lips at that, hands on your hips rocking you against him.

"And I love how adventurous you are" He leaned his head back to the headrest as you reach between the two of you and unbutton his jeans,

"Me? Adventurous?" You teased as you wrapped your hand around his length and freed him from his boxers, tugging his clothes down to his thighs,

"I'd say so" He took in a sharp breath as you let a stream of spit fall from your mouth and land on him, "I just got you off in a bookstore and you're about to fuck me in my car"

"Bold of you to assume I'm going to fuck you" you raised a brow at him blithely as you began to stroke him, thumb brushing over his tip for good measure,

"Oh shut up" He said through a roguish grin, landing a swift smack to your ass before grabbing it and bringing your body closer to his again, "Quit being a tease y/n, sit on my cock and let me hear all those pretty noises you held back inside"

"So bossy Joshua" you scolded lightly as you sunk onto him, lowering yourself to the hilt as a relieved sigh passed his lips. He didn't respond and you realized then that he wasn't even listening, he was too far gone. He released your ass and reached up, taking the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your bare chest,

"Josh-" You gasped out, shocked by the brashness of the action. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him. With one hand tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck and the other desperately digging into your back he connected his mouth to the plush skin of your breast, sucking harshly and groaning as you started to roll your hips,

"Move, please move baby" He whined against your skin, moving his mouth to the other side and nipping at the pebbled flesh there. You obliged, using your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself you began bouncing up and down. You'd raise almost all the way off before sinking back down. Your legs were already burning as you fucked him but his breathy moans and the way his stomach quivered just egged you on. "Ju-just like that, fuck" His hand traveled up your back and hooked over your shoulder, he started pulling you down onto him harder, bucking his hips up and meeting your thrusts half way.

"Oh god," You cried out, fingertips digging into Josh's shoulders at this point,

"I know, it's so fucking good" He rasped, chest heaving as his hips started to falter, "So goddamn good baby,"

Your hand abandoned his shoulder and moved to between your thighs, frantically rubbing circles over your clit,

"Shit," He grunted, screwing his eyes shut as if seeing you touch yourself would make him finish before he was ready. The corner of your mouth turned up slightly as you continued. You felt yourself getting close and so did Josh, "Keep going, keep going" He rushed out.

"I-I'm gonna-" You tried to get the words out but failed as your second orgasm took over, you slid your hand down further, scissoring your middle and ring finger on either side of Josh’s cock, feeling him fucking you as you came around him,

His eyes flew open and he moaned as he realized what you were doing. You brought your hand up, spreading your fingers in the air and showing him what you’d gathered as it shimmered between your fingers. He opened his mouth and offered his tongue to you, begging you with his eyes to give him what he wanted. His adam’s apple bobbed as you pressed your fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he closed his lips around your digits and sucked,

“Come on, cum for me babe” your free hand moved to his throat and a moan that sound more like a whine vibrated against your fingers,

“Mhm, Mhm” he nodded quickly, pulling you down onto him hard, burying himself as deep as he possibly could and grunting as he spilled into you. After he came down you removed your fingers from his mouth, smiling at him lazily as you brushed a soaked curl from his face. A languid smile formed on his lips as well before he spoke,

“You are...everything” he said, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as you pulled your dress back over your boobs,

“What does that even mean?” You giggled,

“I-I don’t even know how else to say it” he laughed as his forehead fell forward and landed on your shoulder, “You’re just, everything”

You scratched at his scalp and felt your heart swell when his eyes looked up to you,

“You keep doing that and I’m going to fall asleep right here” he warned,

“Wanna go home and stay in bed the rest of the day?” You offered, wiggling your brows

“Sounds good to me,” he sighed contentedly, leaning forward and giving you one last kiss before the both of you settled in your seats and headed home.

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

Speed Up

a piece i wrote for my moon that was too good not to share it!! inbox is very full, im trying to get out all the requests, but it is still opened :)

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, fingering, car sex, idk let me know what else i miss.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” You asked, squeezing the side of Josh’s arm as he drove you on some mystery road-trip. He smiled at the dark road you both were bouncing over. Wherever he was taking you, the country surroundings suggested there wouldn’t be modern conveniences like hot water and cell phone reception.

“Because I’m enjoying your attempts to pull it from me far too much,” he answered, glancing over at you. His eyes sparkled with wicked joy. Your heart did a flip in your chest.

“Is that so?”

He made a noise of agreement and gave you a shy flirtatious smile.

“Fine, if you want to play games, I can play,” you said unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing over until you were situated across his lap. You laced your fingers behind his neck as you settled your weight on him, you were so grateful you decided to wear a skirt tonight. You felt the jeep accelerate a few notches but didn’t say anything. You could feel the steering wheel behind your back, Josh kept one hand on the steering wheel, one eye on the road, but the rest of his body was focused on you.

He gave you one of his sly smirks but it disappeared immediately when your mouth covered his. It wasn’t quite a moan, it went deeper than that, but the sound that came from his chest when your lips parted his and your tongue crept into his mouth was all Josh. You weren’t paying the jeep that much attention, but you thought you might have detected another increase in speed. Josh kissed you back, matching every slide of my tongue and movement of your lips with his own. His free hand slid beneath your sweater, traveling up your back. It was warm, soft, and touched me so delicately. The jeep hit a particularly nasty bump, slamming your lap down hard against his.

Heat spread from the area between your legs, and this time it was you who made a noise that came from somewhere deep within. The dangerous reality of the two of you driving down a dark, gravel country road at thirty to forty miles an hour didn’t quite sink in when your hands left his neck to tug at the hem of your sweater. If he wasn’t going to do it, you were.You threw the sweater over your head and into the backseat.

“Babe,” Josh said, his voice was slightly strained so you knew you were doing something very right. “I’m trying to drive here.”

Moving your mouth just outside his ear, you whispered, “Me too,” right before you took his earlobe into your mouth, sucking it softly.

Another sound slid up his throat, this one so loud it caused his chest to vibrate against mine. “Hell with it,” he said, with no hesitation or uncertainty in his voice. It was as firm and resolute as his body thrumming beneath yours.

With one flick of his fingers, your bra snapped open, sliding down your arms until it landed on the floor beside Josh’s feet. His mouth covered yours again, hot and unyielding. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to if it meant not being able to kiss Josh like he was kissing you right now.

“A little help?” he breathed in between kisses. His hand grabbed yours and lifted it to the top button of his shirt. “Unless you want to finish this thing in the hospital, I’ve got to keep one hand on the wheel.” His words were strained, like you knew yoirs would be if you could talk right now. “I want to feel you against me,” he said when your fingers forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Even with both hands fumbling with it, it took you one long kiss to get the first button freed. Realizing the year would be over before you finished the job, you stopped kissing him so you could focus. A bit more. The way he looked at you as you pulled away rendered you almost useless.

“Are you sure this is safe?” You asked, forcing yourself to take a controlled breath. You had to replace and store as much oxygen as your lungs were capable of before getting back to Josh. “Not that I really care, but I’m sure we’re breaking about every traffic law ever.” Two more buttons free, a few more to go.

You grinned, it was the little things that made you happy.

Josh’s smile evened out as both eyes met yours for an instant. “Of course you’re safe,” he promised, his glance shifting back to the road. “I would never put you in harm’s way. I would never let anything happen to you,” he said, like it was a mantra. “You know that. Right?”

“Of course I do,” you said, looking down at him before focusing on the next button. You weren’t letting the turn in conversation stop you. “I was just checking. Straddling a driver while we attempt to undress each other at forty miles per hour is a first for me. Just wanted to get the safety seal of approval before proceeding.”

“This better be a first,” he said, the seriousness of before fading. “And consider your safety seal stamped. I can control a vehicle better than I can control myself.”

“Baby,” you said, freeing the last button right before you tugged the shirt free from his pants, “your words never fail to make me want to swoon and squirm at the same time.”

Pulling his shirt from his body, you slid your chest against his. The soft parts of your body molded to the hard parts of his. The lightest sheen of sweat was covering his chest, mixing with the glow on yours. Another uptick of the speedometer arrow.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” he said, his free hand clamping tight around your back.

“You never do,” you whispered through a smile as your hands moved down the cut ridges of his stomach, settling on the seam of his jeans. Now this button your fingers managed to tug free in the time it took for one surprised inhalation from Josh. “Baby.” There was warning in his voice, but also welcoming.

Pinching his zipper between your thumb and finger, you slid it down, torn between wanting to savor the moment and wanting to let it devour you whole. Done with the zipper, you folded the material of his jeans down and slid over him once more, until you could feel his body warmth between your legs. He groaned, moving beneath you, making you gasp out loud.

“Fuck,” he muttered as both arms wrapped around you before he slammed on the brakes. His arms were tight, tighter than any seatbelt would have been.

“I thought you could handle it,” you said, smirking at him.

His chest rising and falling hard against yours, he met your smirk with one of his own. “I was wrong.” And then his mouth was on yours, his hands cupping your face. His body pushed against yours, arching my back over the steering wheel.

“Yes?” You managed to get out. It was a one-word question, and he didn’t need any further explanation. You felt his smile against your mouth as his tongue teased yours for another moment. He held your face as firmly as one could and still be considered gentle; his mouth pulled back, and his eyes met yours.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

You sneaked your hand into the waistband of his boxers and gave his length a few pumps. He sighs against your mouth.

“Play fair,” he says as he moves the fabric of your skirt out of the way and dips his hand in your panties. He rubs your clit slowly and languidly, taking his time, savoring you.

Your mouth crashes against his once again and your core aches to have him fill you up.

“I need to feel you inside me,” you tell him, springing his hard cock free of his boxers. He moves your panties to the side and you slide his length along your wet folds. You take him all in slowly, allowing yourself to adjust to the fullness of him.

He latches his mouth against your breasts and you roll your hips to ride him as he toys with your nipple.

“You’re perfect,” he says to you, giving your hips a squeeze.

His teeth graze your collarbone and you gasp out at the sting of the sensation. You feel his tongue run across your skin and you know there will be a purple mark there the next day. You move your hands to the nape of his neck and give his curls a tug.

He trails kisses up your neck and lands on your mouth. The kiss deepens are you both fight for dominance over the over, you move your pace faster on his cock. His hand moves from your hip to your clit and begin to rub it in quick fast circles to match your pace. Your body begins to tense at the stimulation. You know you are close.

You arch your back and press your chest against him and call out his name.

“I’m so close, cum with me please.”

“I’m right there with you,” he tells you as he begins to thrust up to meet you halfway when your pace falters. The heat of your orgasm begins to wash over you. The fire scorches through every vessel of your body.

“Josh,” you moan out, “I’m cumming, don’t stop,”

“I won’t,” he says, latching on to your peaked nipple once again. You shut your eyes and continue to fuck him through your orgasm. You feel his cock twitch and you feel him empty inside of you.

Your body pulses as you come down from your high, you open your eyes and find him staring straight at you. Both of you were breathing heavy, sweat beaded your chests and eyes were heavy with the high of ecstasy.

You feel his cock grow soft inside of you and you bring your lips to meet his in a soft, feather of a kiss.

“What are the odds we repeat this again in twenty minutes?” He asks you as he helps you pull your sweater over your head and climb back over to your seat.

He puts the jeep in drive.

Your body was still alive with the feeling and thrill of him.

“I’d say very likely, my friend.”

[gretavanlace]

Poppins (part 6)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, everything you’ve come to expect from me, etc.

He says you’re in love with me.

I am.

I am. I am. I am.

His words ricochet about in your head, a broken record confessional, clouding snippets of your thoughts until they’re nothing short of a nonsensical din.

Attempting to coerce the echo into silence, you focus on running a damp sponge across the already spotless Formica counters of your tiny kitchen. The kettle, marching lazily towards a slow boil to keep you company.

It does no good. Now, you’re simply needlessly tidying while wrestling with thoughts of Josh.

Josh, and his mirror image, who has taken up residence in the quiet corners of your mind. Banging on the walls of your psyche, refusing to be disregarded easily and without a fight. Jake will not be tossed aside.

Josh had offered his confession so readily, so calmly.

I am.

At first pass, his candor had given you pause, but just as quickly, you’d remembered who was standing in front of you. Joshua - heart on his sleeve - Kiszka has never known an emotion he felt the need to run from. More often than not, he speeds directly at them. Pedal pressed maniacally to the floor, ready and willing to embrace and experience, even when it threatens to hurt.

“How do you feel about that?” He’d asked, forehead tilted towards yours with a gentle inquisitiveness, fingers continuing to slip in and out of you absently, as if he couldn’t fathom parting from the soft warmth of your body.

Every word you’d ever known had cruelly abandoned you the moment you’d needed them most. But what would you have said if they hadn’t?

Even here, swaddled in the sanctity of your cozy little place way across town, you still can’t answer that.

Jake, with his sleepy gaze and lust laced words. The unflinching air of confidence. The dark, curling smirk. Shadowed, careful stare. He has always seemed the twin wrapped and shrouded in the dressings of mystery. But now…

Now, you’re unsure of the ground you stand upon. What once felt concrete, suddenly reminds you of a hyperactive fault line.

The wailing shriek of the tea kettle snatches you from your reverie with a jolt…and when the knock sounds out against your front door, your heart is already pounding ominously in your chest. Pumping the blood furiously through your veins until your cheeks are flushed with heat.

With a quick glance down at your attire, you decide it doesn’t matter much at all, and certainly not enough to change. At this hour, it’s likely you’ll find the pinched glare of Mrs. Bloomberg scowling at you through the peephole. Magnified and distorted, aiming to berate you, once again, with a shaking fist for allowing your cat to root through her trash.

You don’t even own a cat, but have long since tired of trying to convince her of that fact.

So, who cares that you’re shuffling around in a battered, oversized t-shirt with nothing but a pair of panties beneath to protect your modesty? You don’t plan on answering the door anyway.

Squinting through what your grandmother had always referred to as the ‘magic eye’ in the door, you find not the wrinkled grimace of a cruel elderly widow balancing upon the tightrope of dementia, but a gorgeous, carved out of marble face you know well enough to know you shouldn’t be shocked.

He weaves in and out of your reality effortlessly and often.

“Shit!” You hiss, glaring at your pajamas, now drawing a much different conclusion than when you had been expecting your crotchety neighbor.

“Your door is paper-thin, babe.” Jake laughs casually. Ever floating on calm seas, drifting toward clear horizons “Nice to hear you’re as thrilled to see me as I’d hoped you’d be.”

Fumbling with the deadbolt and chain-lock requires an embarrassing level of skill, but when you finally tuck your face around the crack in the door, you find him leaned against gray vinyl siding wearing a mischievous, yet smoldering, grin.

“Thought I told you not to go getting any prettier?” He chastises, clutching his chest as though suffering a great and searing pain.

Ignoring his theatrics, you shake your head. Both of them seem to enjoy upending your world on a dime to an immense degree. “What are you doing here? I thought you had stage lights calling your name elsewhere?”

“Elsewhere is a place that often calls my name. Doesn’t mean I’m always apt to listen.” He steps forward and taps the nonexistent dimple he swears hides upon your cheek. “You gonna let me in for a spoonful of sugar, poppins?”

You should make him wait outside while you throw on something more appropriate, you know you should…instead, you step back and allow him to saunter in as though he owns the joint.

“Seriously, I thought you were booked a while longer?” You tug at the hem of your shirt as his eyes devour your thighs.

“Sorry,” he continues to eat you alive with his stare. “Never have been much of a gentleman, have I?”

“Why start now?” You tease back, though you shouldn’t. You very clearly could gain quite a lot from the services of a life coach. Someone to untangle every nonsense web you spin.

“Yes,” he nods slowly, running the pad of his finger across the tip of his nose, an endearing gesture you’ve grown to love. “Why start now?”

Waving the moment off flippantly, you ask yet again. This time with a question masquerading as a statement “You’re back early.”

He hums in confirmation and trails behind you as you pad back into the kitchen, the heels of his boots muffled against your worn carpet. “Place got slapped with some sort of fine. Liquor ordinance violation, or whatever, fuck if I know.”

You hold out a mug and a box of Early Grey, eyebrows raised in question.

He nods and carries on. “So, I had some time to kill. No places to be, no people to see.”

“Must be a nice feeling...” You muse, carefully pouring steaming water over a bag of tea leaves. “Freedom like that.”

“It is.” He agrees, watching as you putter around the space he seems too large for, even given his small stature. “Though, it doesn’t bode well for my wanderlust that I ended up right back here without a second thought.”

“Everyone needs to come home now and then, Jake. It makes you appreciate all those other roads that much more. So what if you were just here?”

“I didn’t come home,” He accepts his tea and bobs the bag around by its string, coaxing the steep in the exact manner you shouldn’t. “I came to you.”

Remaining silent, as you so often do when you shouldn’t, you usher him back into the living area, guiding his path with your own piping hot mug.

He shuffles around in quiet contemplation. Surveying the surroundings you’ve so lovingly cultivated. It isn’t much, but it’s you. A calming corner - refuge from the ceaseless noise of the world - made cozier, still, by the art you’ve adorned the walls with. The blankets that smell of April rain poured from a blue bottle into the rinse cycle. Flickering wicks that melt wax tinged with cinnamon. Books with battered spines and droplets of red wine speckled upon their pages. Plants vining along the walls, mimicking outstretched fingers creeping nearer to the window that lets the sun in…and pictures of a tiny wild thing whose laugh sounds like crystal bells.

“Hey, I know her.” The love in his eyes is physically tangible as you watch him tap a frame that cradles the flushed, grinning face of his niece.

“She looks a lot like you.” You offer truthfully, sinking down onto the flea market sheet that is draped over your second hand couch.

He shrugs, eyes still trained on the face he knows so well, peering out of a snapshot into a room he doesn’t know that well at all. “She looks like her dad.”

“Well,” you laugh softly. “I guess that makes sense then, doesn’t it? Kinda how that whole twin-thing works, right?”

“Right.” He deposits himself into the rocking chair angled at the sofa and eyes you over the misty steam ribboning off of his cup. “Miss me?”

“I’m starting to wonder if you have a bit of a kink for this, Jacob.” You hold his gaze with a twinkle of light-hearted torment flashing in yours.

He goes toe to toe with you. Gracefully sliding into the ring with, “I have a great many kinks, babe. To which of them might you be referring?”

You allow the quiet to saturate the room as you study him. He so often feels like a cryptic code etched into ancient stone, veiled and esoteric.

Comfortable in the silence, he waits until you fill it.

And you do. “Being pined for. Longed for. Craved.”

“Craved?” He rolls the word on his tongue, delighting in the savor. When he decides he has indulged long enough, his words come quietly. Wandering off his lips in a hushed rasp. “Do you crave me, poppins?”

Taking a sip of tea, in a bid for time, you find it still much too hot, and fight the instinct to wince at the burn. “Whether or not I crave you isn’t the point. The point is that you want me to. You want everyone to want you.”

He rests his mug on the worn coffee table that fills the space between the two of you. Plunking it down with a whisper of irritation coloring his movement. “You make me sound like a bit of a narcissist. I’m not sure I care for that.”

“No!” you wink, presenting a conspiring grin, just so he won’t take you too seriously. “You seem incredibly humble. I might even go so far as to say saintly. Mother Teresa reincarnated, perhaps? If I ever need a kidney, you’ll be the first to know.”

“A kidney.” He scoffs, his layered necklaces intermingling with harmonious clicks and clatters as he huffs. “A kidney’s easy, though, isn’t it?”

He suddenly looks like he belongs in your space more than you do. He has that way about him, everything he touches, he claims. “No. I wouldn’t describe giving up an organ as easy, jake. Hate to disagree.”

“But it is easy. On the heart, anyway.” His body relaxes back. Melting into the chair with those cavalier, fluid movements of his. “You don’t even really notice it’s there to begin with. You won’t miss it. You won’t mourn it. You won’t crave it.”

“And you could?” You question softly, settling into the gentle passion of his argument. “You could give up something that mattered a great deal? If it meant someone else might…”

He’s suddenly speaking over you “Might love it or need it more? Yes. Yes, I could. And I have.”

“Tell me?” It squeaks out as a bashful question and you catch his stare softening…you’ve captured his heart for a split second.

“It isn’t my story to tell.” There is a finality to his response.

You shouldn’t press on, but you’ve never been well acquainted with restraint “Whose is it to tell, if not your own?”

“Leave it alone, love.”

You’ve touched a nerve. For that, you’re sorry, and you tell him so.

“That’s alright, babe.” His features have smoothed out, thoughts untroubled once more. “So, this thing that happened with my pain in the ass brother…care to enlighten me?”

You’re lost in the way his fingers are moving against his knee. They tap and press out a silent melody, reminding you that he could settle before a baby grand and scatter notes into the air, winding them into a song if he so chose.

How you know this - that he can play the piano - you don’t seem to remember. It’s one of those elusive bits of knowledge that just happen to live in your head.

You’d very much like to watch him coax lovely sounds from ivory keys some day. You’d also like to watch him coax lovely sounds from you some day, but you bite your tongue and leave that to live in your thoughts unspoken.

“Is that a no?” There’s a casualness to his tone that feels contrived.

With a shake of your head to clear your mind, you muddle up to the surface, reluctantly deserting your untoward daydream.

“I probably shouldn’t, should I?” You attempt a placid demeanor, “It isn’t nice to kiss and tell.”

He tilts his head back, leading with his chin, observing you from the shadow of his thick lashes. “Who the fuck cares about nice, poppins? Tell me, did Josh get to spoil that pretty princess between your legs for a little while?”

A small gasp of surprise soaked in desire from you forms his name.

“You’re a mean little thing, aren’t you?” He tsks with a velvet smooth click of his tongue. “Denying me while you show him the whole world.”

A stare, quiet and stunned, serves as your only reply. If you speak to deny, surely the wanton drum of your pulse would shiver the lies on your tongue.

He hums the softest sound, leaning forward, hands clasped casually between his knees as though he’s about to comment on the weather. “Good. I’m glad. I hope you let him fuck you blind. I told you to have your fun.”

“He didn’t…” Your throat is aching, seized tight and narrow by an invisible hand. “We didn’t…we just…”

Christ, something resembling a cohesive thought would be nice right about now.

“You’re very cute when you’re nervous and turned on. It’s a lovely combination for you.” He slyly smiles, cunning and predatory…like he might bare his teeth and sink them into your jugular vein on a whim.

But, he’s also studying you. Mapping you out. A planet glowing and magnified through the lens of his telescopic stare. “Did you cut your hair?”

For a blink, it’s as if he’s speaking a foreign language, as out of place as the question seems.

“Oh,” you pluck at a lock, inexplicably bashful about it. “Yeah. Just a trim.”

He leans back, blinking lazily when the wood beneath him groans with the sleepy rock. “You always look just a little different every time I see you. So familiar, so you, but there’s always a hint of something new. Just when I think I know you through and through. It’s like licking an ice cream cone, only it’s a different flavor each time.”

Licking. That word, rolling off of his tongue…

“I didn’t sleep with Josh.” You offer. But why? You wanted to sleep with Josh. You still want to sleep with Josh. It doesn’t seem to matter much to Jake either way, and the conversation has moved on.

With a regretful shake of his head, he shrugs “That’s a shame.”

“That’s a shame?” You parrot, stunned and pulsing with confusion.

“You want to.” There’s that shrug again. Nonchalance on full display. “And I want you to have the things you want…even if they don’t always include me. Plus, I like to keep a level playing field with my brother whenever I can.”

“They almost always include you.” You whisper, eyes trained down at your thumbnail, bashfully. “The things I want, I mean.”

“I know.” He moves from the rickety rocking chair onto the floor, back propped against the couch, and pats at his lap. “Come keep me company, poppins.”

You shouldn’t. You really fucking shouldn’t…but you do.

Your body finds a home with his, pressed up tight against him, longing to feel the rhythm of his pulse mingling with your own.

But as soon as you begin to relax into the moment, the worry that lives in your soul, rent free, punches its time card.

“Hey, shhh…” he winds his fingers into your hair, sensing your unease, shaking your shoulders with a delicate chill at his gentleness “You’re okay, babe. It’s just me,” his hand searches out your own and taps a quick beat against his chest. “You live right here, always. And you’re just as safe in my lap as you are in my heart.”

His voice, just a breath really, curling off his warm, velveteen tongue like silk, settles you into an instinctual rolling, languid pace.

On and on you go, hands in his hair, delving in and out of those twisted, tangled, locks…filling the space surrounding your bodies with the perfume of his skin and your own quickening gasps.

“There you go,” his fingertips sink into your hips; a gentle push and pull, guiding you along. “Keep moving just like that. Just like that. My pretty Mary poppins, my favorite fucking thing.”

Your head drops back, allowing a murmur of a moan to tumble off your lips. A whisper that carries more weight than a scream ever could.

He steals the sound from your lips with an easy tug on your shirt, baring your breasts to him. The loveliest offering he can imagine being gifted.

A groan, melodic and hungry, calls to you as he laces his grip into the curled tips of your hair, now sweeping and tumbling about against your lower back.

He licks at your pebbled nipple. Teasing it for just a moment before nipping at it eagerly.

“I dream about the way your cunt tastes.” His mouth has now found a home at your throat, sucking and lapping at your thunderous pulse point. “I tasted you on my fingers, and now you won’t leave me alone. I want to live between your thighs. I never want anything else in my mouth ever again.”

You’re whimpering and grinding against his cock - tucked away behind wrinkled and worn denim, hard as a rock, warm, and him. He can see it flashing in your heavy lidded eyes; you love this and are wild for more.

So, that’s exactly what you get…more. “Wanna take you to a beautiful restaurant and tell them to fuck their menu. Lay you out on the table, gorgeous as a goddess against an ivory linen tablecloth, your legs spread just for me instead of a plate.”

His filthy confessional sucks the air from your lungs with a whiny, high-pitched mewl. If anyone ever asked you to lay claim to the sound that has just gasped out of you, you’d bend the truth until it snapped.

You move to raise off his lap, eager to indulge in what he’s just promised, but he pulls you back down. “Where are you off to in such a rush?” He cajoles your frame again into a rolling wave of movement. “Is my dirty little nanny trying to leave me here all alone with a hard cock and a broken heart?”

Anyone else? Aside from his twin - and you may have aimed a fist to land a punch or two. Or at the very least, ended things in disgust.

Jacob? You find yourself longing for a paddle and a suit of authority to make him grovel at your feet. The image of power in a chignon, looking down your nose at his submissive beauty. To watch him crawl and beg, a charge trembling at your mercy. Performing in order to bask in your grace.

“You like that, don’t you, Poppins?” He is rocking upwards to meet you now, eliciting ragged pants of breath from the both of you.

The room must smell of sex by now. Of need. Of want. It makes you wish you could stumble through the door, blindly unknowing. To find yourself unexpectedly bathed in the palpable force of all of this desire.

Again, you try to move off his lap, but he holds fast. “Stop.”

“More, jake. I want more.” You’re begging pitifully, and no one should bother asking if you care about that, because you don’t.

“Even playing field, remember?” He’s taunting you now. The self-satisfied half smile gives him straight away. But there’s something else there too. Some secret he isn’t ready to let you in on. “You have no idea how badly I’d like to give into you right now. To hand over anything and everything. To coddle my pretty girl.”

The things he says. The things they both say. It hardly seems fair.

“Jake—“

A hiss of lust sucks sharply through your clenched teeth when he bucks his hips upwards while pulling you down harder into his lap. “You feel how fucking hard I am for you? My cock begs for you all the time, babe. You’re all I think about.”

“Again.” It is a single word, and a desperate plea. “Say it again.”

“My cock, poppins,” he drives and rocks against your aching cunt through your panties. “It wants you constantly. Every time I cum, it’s all for you.”

Your brow, dewy and furrowed, tilts up in frustrated pleasure…you’re so close. “Jake…please, baby, please…”

He nearly loses it at ‘baby’, you’ve never treated him as though he belonged to you. Not even for a moment…but it feels like that’s almost what this is. Baby.

“That’s my girl,” he strokes at your cheek like the gentlest lover, and snaps your head back by your hair like the filthiest fuck. “Cum for me, love. Right here. Right in my lap. Make a mess. I wanna fucking wear you.”

“I lied.” You’re frantic. Frantically reaching for his belt buckle while simultaneously thrusting against him, unwilling to stop in order to give yourself the room you need. “We slept together. He fucked me. Level your stupid playing field and fuck me, too.”

Ashamed isn’t the word for what you should be.

An airy laugh sounds out of him, choppy with panting breaths. “You’ll go to hell for lying, babe. Are you ready to burn for me?”

Faster you rock into his lap, incoherent sounds bursting out of you, hissing and hungry for more of him.

“I’m—“ the confession dies on your lips with a sharp crack of his palm, hot against the swell of your ass.

“Fucking do it.” The order growls out, frightening and needy. “Cum for me. All gorgeous and dirty. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You…” it’s barely a word. “You, too. Please.”

“Poppins wants to watch me cum?” He taunts, just to drag you along a little further.

“In my mouth…”

You break, writhing and whining with release as you thrust and squirm fervently in his lap. Rocking your clit against the drenched cotton of your panties and his rock hard cock as it twitches and flexes within his pants. “Cum in my mouth. Please…please let me taste you. Please, please, please…”

“Fuck…” the obscenity growls out of him as he grabs you up and swings you around. His manhandling is carefully violent in the sexiest way as he tosses you onto your back, yanking and pulling at the fastenings of his jeans.

“You wanna taste me?” For the first time ever, you lay eyes on his cock. Thick and perfect in a way that seems impossible. It looks like fine silk, soft and lovely. But also, angry and throbbing. So flushed it could pass for a bruise…you’d like to look at it forever.

“Open up, love. C’mon, I can’t wait…” his fist is furiously slipping back and forth along the length of himself, and the moment your lips part, he’s spilling over your outstretched tongue.

He whines and curses. Your name and praise creating a beautiful, strange song as you swallow him down, licking your lips, dragging your thumb across your chin to suck it clean, unwilling to let a drop of him go to waste.

A fucking delicacy, that’s what he is. Warm and satisfying in your mouth. Calming somehow. Crave was most definitely the perfect choice of words earlier.

Who wouldn’t crave him?

You lie together in comfortable silence, your cheek pressed against his stomach, warm and soft, rumbling now and then to remind you that he will always be hungry for you.

“Whose story is it to tell?” You finally ask, unable to let it go, whispering the question as you circle the pad of your finger around his belly button. “From earlier? The one that wasn’t yours to tell?”

He knows you know, and he refuses to play into your game of feigned innocence “You know whose story it is.”

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[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

- Greatest Guitar Solo of the 21st Century guitarist, Jake Kiszka

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Josh Kiszka X Female Reader

Varanasi Nepal Tibet London

Summary: After meeting in India and travelling the east in a spiritual haze of sex and discovery, Josh is called home. But not before a surprise layover in London changes his plans. One last trip before returning to real life ensues. This is the final part of the Varanasi Josh series.

Warnings: 100% Filthy smut. All the usual trigger warnings apply. Full sex. Cockwarming. Masturbation.

Josh was sitting on the old steps leading down towards the sea. The ruins of Tintagel at sunset behind him. You looked back and saw his frame perched there, his face watching the sun dip below the horizon.

"Are you coming?" You asked, windswept and devil-may-care.

"Sit with me here for a while." He replied, reaching out to bring you to the step beneath him.

Tintagel castle sat at the end of the earth. Where craggy rocks encroached on white sea foam, waves forever altering the coast line. You'd never seen anything quite like it before and somehow it had managed to entrance Josh.

You liked to watch him when he was like that. When he was lost in thought and taking in the beauty of a place. You knew his heart and his mind were absorbing the energy and leaving a piece of himself behind, as he always did.

"I'm really glad you brought me here." You said, leaning in to him, feeling the warmth of his body against your back.

"I know it's not quite what you're used to." He teased a little, bringing his cheek to rest on your crown.

"No." You replied, turning your face to see the sun set in his eyes. "It's perfect, it couldn't be more perfect."

He broke away from the view to look down at you. The wind pulling your hair out from underneath the scarf you'd wrapped around to keep it in place. He caught a curl between his fingers and tucked it back beneath the folds.

"It's crazy to think this place is only a few hours away from London." He mused, "It feels as if we've stepped into another world."

It was all you wanted. All you craved. To step into a world where you didn't have to go home. You could feel the clock ticking and knew that Josh was avoiding it, talking about anything that didn't involve the inevitable.

"We've come a long way." You agreed, "In more ways than one."

He smiled ruefully and leant down to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth. Soft and gentle, such as he was. You let him cast his hands down your goose fleshed arms and he took note of the raised skin there.

"You're cold." He pointed out, shedding himself of his jacket to place around your shoulders. "Come on, let's get back inside before you freeze to death."

You didn't mind it. Not here, anyway. Where you felt as if you'd stepped back in time and didn't have to worry about what was to come. Like you'd been written by Tolkien himself. It wasn't like London rain or the dreary concrete jungle.

The cottage Josh had hastily booked on air b&b was a short drive away from the castle, nestled in a sleepy little village that had billowing chimneys and thatched roofs. Ivy and wisteria coiling around the windows and doors, with little picket fences around beautifully curated gardens that reminded you of Varanasi.

The garden gate at the foot of the little cobbled street was painted yellow, and squeaked a little as you opened it. A feature which Josh took great delight in, making a fuss of the 'mysterious singing gate of Tintagel'.

"I'd swear it was possessed." He continued, throwing his jacket on the hook by the little front door. "Perhaps even bewitched by the spirit of an old bard or something."

He was in storyteller mode. Kicking his shoes off and going straight for the open fire in the lounge. You settled on the couch to watch him build it, freely regaling you with an intrusive thought about a curse placed on an inconspicuous little yellow gate.

And you felt yourself enamoured by him. His quirky little mannerisms and his prophetic voice. Placing kindling at the bottom before getting side tracked a while, stuffing newspaper in the crevices of the freshly chopped wood as he continued to unfold a ridiculous tale that made sense only to him.

You propped your cheek on your knuckles and sighed contentedly as he threw on a firelighter. Watching the whole thing begin to burn. Sending smoke up the brick chimney, crackling to life as he came and took the seat beside you, placing your feet in his lap.

"Well, what do you think?" He asked, extending his arms out as if to reveal the fire you'd been watching come to life.

"Definitely one of the best fires I've ever seen." You offered, a little hint of sarcasm there as you smiled. "All your hard work will be rewarded with a pile of ashes to sweep away."

Josh curled a hand around your foot, sliding his thumb against the arch and sole. You hummed quietly under your breath, feeling as if you could fall asleep at any moment.

"Not of the fire." He clarified, "Of the story."

"Oh." You replied, snapping your head up to meet his wistful gaze. "It was very... insightful."

He rolled his eyes as he continued to massage your foot. "I love it when you pretend to listen because you love me but I probably lost you way back at the beginning."

You couldn't imagine not hearing his voice in your dreams. In soft whispers as you fell asleep. Or in bold laughter as he made another joke you didn't understand at first, but then barrelled into laughter of your own once you did.

"I do love you." You replied softly, stretching out your toes as he caressed them. "Probably more than I have ever loved anyone."

All the joviality fell from his face. When he looked at you his jaw was tightly clenched, a seriousness in his eyes that very rarely took centre stage.

"I know you do." He said, nodding earnestly. "I don't really know why or what I did to deserve you to love me the way that you do. All I know is that I'm grateful for it. And I hope that you feel even a tiny amount of the way I feel about you, because it's big."

You'd never really sat and considered it before. Too engrossed in the travel and experiences you were having to take much note of having conversations that extended beyond the moment.

But it felt like all of it had been leading towards this. The endless sex and nights holding each other under stars. The meditations you had done together, not just sexually but just as two people who had chosen each other right from the very start.

Even the night you'd spent in London felt necessary now, even though it had been a whirlwind of emotions and revelations. If not for Jake deciding to show up unannounced, would you even be sat there in front of that fire in the most beautiful and peaceful little corner of the world? All of it felt like a fever dream.

"I know how you feel about me." You nodded back, "I just..."

You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Instead turning your attention to the growing fire, watching the flames lick higher as the logs began to turn ashy white before falling to charcoal black. It was hypnotising.

Josh was careful to put your feet on the ground, shuffling up the couch to pull you out of your reverie. Lacing his arm around your shoulder as you stared at the fireplace, the scent of his cologne hitting you and you couldn't help but smile as if remembering something very dear to you.

"You're worried about what's going to happen when I have to go back to Nashville." He said, tucking your hair behind your ear so that he could brush his lips against the side of your face.

"Aren't you?" You replied, turning your face a little. "We've been together almost two months and not once have our real lives interfered."

You knew he didn't worry about things the ways in which you did. Josh was a breeze on still waters compared to your temperate stream over rocky terrain. He was your calm. And perhaps, you were his storm.

Probably why he sat there trying to comfort you over things which had yet to happen. To stall you from fretting over things which you had no control over.

"I have faith in us." He soothed, placing a cool palm to your cheek as he turned you to face him. "Don't you?"

It was hard not to when he was like this. Giving you every reason to believe that he could carry you into your lives at home and not let anything get in the way of being together.

"I have faith in you." You replied, trying to laugh it off. "I think I'm still a work in progress."

"We're all just a work in progress." He countered, "But that doesn't mean that you should doubt yourself. I know you... I've felt your intentions from the pit of my stomach. We're going to be fine, I promise."

You both sat there for a little while, making plans for the future and mapping out the logistics of daily life. Josh, keeping you locked in his arms, trailing his fingers down your face and sending flurried kisses down your cheek. Discussing the sacrifices he would make for you and the ones that you would have to make for him.

He made it all sound so inconsequential. As if it were a simple thing, a no brainer. To upheave your lives and mesh them together as one. You were scared, but excited too. A hint of trepidation perhaps, but the overwhelming emotion was love. There was nothing but love in Josh's intentions. Nothing but love in his voice as he spoke about bringing you coffee in the mornings and lazy afternoons on the deck overlooking the woods at the back of his house. Doing yoga together on the mezzanine overlooking his den, which he had taken great pride in describing to you as his most most favourite space in the entire property. It was home to his book collection, too.

"And the sex." He breathed, the entire tone of his voice lowering. "I can't wait to be able to fuck you in all the places I've imagined it."

The hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention. Your skin pricked with goose flesh, even though you were toasty warm by the fire and in his arms.

"Oh yeah?" You sultrily replied, "Where have you imagined it?"

Sometimes it felt as if that was the only thing you would never doubt. The way he fucked you. The way he talked about it, the way he instigated it. The way he brought you to absolute completion each and every time.

"Everywhere." He said breathily, easing down the strap on your shoulder to place his lips there. "On the sun deck, in the bath tub, on the mezzanine... on the stone steps leading into the tree's behind...."

The thought of it made you dizzy. This life he had ordained, from the smallest detail of what your days might look like down to the ways in which he intended to fuck you.

You knew there would be discourse within all of it. Road blocks and disagreements. Times where you'd be parted and times where you would want to wring his neck. But all of that paled into insignificance as he slipped down the other strap and pulled your top down completely.

"I kinda like where you're about to fuck me right now." You said, watching him get down onto his knees for you. "It's very... idyllic."

He pulled off his shirt and you admired his chest in the flickering fire light. The constriction of each muscle as he flexed, especially at the waist where your eyes seemed to find themselves drawn to the most. It was breath taking.

"Eyes on me." He instructed, arms on each side of you as he leaned into your lap.

You opened your legs, your little blue skirt with the slit up the side falling against your thighs. "My eyes are always on you."

His head rose and fell with your breathing as he leaned himself on your centre. Curling fingers around the waist band of your skirt, easing it down beneath your ass and slinking it down the length of your body. Pulling it off in one easy swoop, hands gliding up the inside of your thighs as he pushed your legs further apart.

Your hands were in his hair as he brought his mouth to your mound. Pressing his nose into your flesh, running his tongue up the lace before taking a bite. You giggled as he pulled them down with his teeth, the way he looked up at you making your pussy throb and ache.

"Promise me it'll always be like this."

He leaned back, grabbing his cock through his pants. "You know it will."

He stood and went to the fire, taking one of the pokers and striking it into the heart of the flames, setting little embers onto the stone hearth. You watched him shed the rest of his clothes, palming himself as he threw a few cushions down on the floor and clicked his fingers for you to move, pointing at the little nest he'd made for you by the fire.

The ache of wanting him was pooling between your thighs, slick and glistening in the fire light as you laid down by the hearth, hair fanned out on the cushions beneath. Your breasts soft and round, lilting a little towards your arms as you laid there. Looking up at him stood above, feet on either side of your hips.

"You look so fucking good from down here." You sighed, running your hands up his shins.

You caught him smiling as he continued to work himself up. Stood over you like a God you were worshipping, answering your prayers as he gripped his cock a little tighter. He didn't say anything, but his mouth became a little slack. And you almost gasped as you watched the flesh of his cock move against his hand. The veins beneath pulsating and the head starting to leak ever so slightly.

"Yeah..." You hushed, feeding your hands down the curve of your breasts down towards your aching centre. "You're so fucking beautiful...keep going..."

He liked it when you stroked his ego. The ego he tried so fastidiously to keep in check. But it still bubbled beneath the surface, in times where he refused to leave the room until his hair was perfect. Or when he changed his clothes two or three times before settling on the one outfit he would wear for the rest of the day. Sweetly insecure until he saw the way you looked at him. Nothing but adoration and lust, compounded with a love he had never felt before.

"Touch yourself." He whispered, "I want to see your fingers open your pussy lips for me."

You obliged. Gliding your index and middle fingers down your slit before pulling them apart to reveal your core. Your hard, hooded clit that sat swollen and pink at the top, your inner lips sitting rippled and moist against your opening that was begging to be filled.

Josh's eyes widened as he looked down, taking a step back so that he could get a better view. Rounding off his fist at the tip of his cock, rubbing the pre-cum into his head as he hissed against his clenched teeth.

"I don't think I will ever tire of seeing that." He said, cocking his head to the side as you pulled the lips further apart.

"I don't think I'll ever tire of seeing your face when you look at me when I do that." You replied, easing a finger into the wet, waiting opening.

Josh squeezed himself at the tip. Moaning a little at the sight of what you were doing to yourself.

"Come here." He said, pulling you up into a sitting position, "I want to feel you like I did the first time..."

He sat beside you by the fire, pulling you into his lap, legs hooked over his waist. Your breasts pressed against his chest and his hard cock resting in the space between the two of you.

"Sometimes I think about that day when we're having sex." You confessed, "I've never lost that feeling you gave me. It's still there, burning an everlasting candle inside me."

He pushed your hair behind your shoulders and slid his palms down them, admiring your face as he stared at you in the low, red light.

"I still feel your soul calling out to me, is that strange?" You asked, rolling your tongue against his ear lobe, feeling his body tense at your touch.

He took a sharp intake of breath. "It does call out to you, it fucking wants you...all the time."

His tactile senses were consuming you. Hands rising up your spine, lips opening against yours as his tongue probed inside your mouth, slow and gentle.

"I need you inside me..." You requested, taking him into your hand as you slid it down his torso.

He obliged by leaning back. Picking up your weight as it shifted in his hands. Lowering you onto him, breathing a little heavier as you took him in.

The urge to move was insatiable. Josh kept you close, kept you stilled. Cheek to cheek, you could feel his essence fill you. The heat from the fire nothing compared to the way his body warmed you up.

"Stay still for me, my love." He whispered, fingers digging into the curve of your ass. "I just want to feel you as you are right now."

You took a deep breath. He was inside you right down to the base, every inch snugly within your walls. You clenched your pelvic floor to try and gain some relief, much to his delight.

"Sweet jesus!" He hissed, clamping his mouth down on your neck, sucking the flesh there until you let out a sound of welcome agony. "You feel so fucking good... "

But still, he kept you unmoving. Leaving a trail of moisture towards your breasts as he licked downwards, sucking gently on your raised nipples. Causing you to throw your head back and moan savagely.

"Josh...baby...I need you to let me move."

You heard a tentative giggle escape his lips. Like he was evil and knew the way you begged was precisely what he'd wanted. He didn't usually make you beg.

"Just let me..."

You cut him off with your nails down his back. Digging a little deeper than usual. You proposed to play this little scenario he'd begun. Of doing things a little differently.

"Just let you, what?" You replied confidently, watching him wince as you dragged your fingers down his spine.

He swallowed hard. "I just want to feel your pussy all tight and wet like that. Just for a second, before I fuck you."

"Hmmm, is that so?" You replied, feeling him flex his cock inside you.

"Look at me." He breathed, a little more desperate than he'd previously been. "Just let me feel you...there's nothing like it...nothing brings me more pleasure...oh, fuck..."

You started fooling around with his balls. So engrossed in looking into your eyes, he hadn't noticed when you'd moved your hands around from his back down to the front.

You ran the back of your fingers against them, stroking them until he couldn't compose himself a moment longer.

"You like that?" You asked, although you knew the answer.

His grip on your ass tightened as he began to guide your rolling hips. Welcoming the sweet relief of movement. It felt so good you almost didn't care that he'd made you warm his cock. You'd do it again if the pay off was seeing the euphoria in his eyes.

"Everything you do is magic." He replied, sweetly pressing his mouth to yours in a signal that marked the end of all game playing.

"Maybe I cast a spell upon you." You teased, rising up and falling back down the length of him.

"Bewitched me..." He uttered, closing his eyes against the sensation of your writhing.

His kiss grew deeper as you melted into a swift rhythm. Pushing him back onto the cushions, raising his arms above his head as you continued to ride him furiously.

"Nobodys cock ever felt this good inside me..." You told him, breathing heavily against his cheek as you leaned forward. "I swear it, Josh. Only yours makes me feel this way."

You felt his grip tighten as you spoke. Those affirmations of how he made you feel always spurred him on. His hands moving on your hips, guiding you to an ungodly speed as he thrusted up into you. Hitting you so deep you cried out in high pitched moans that muffled the sound of your ass cheeks slapping against his sweat drenched thighs.

The sounds coming from Josh were equally unholy. Restrained and fighting against his usual power, he moaned devilishly in his low register. A gravelly sound dispersed each time you landed back down at his base.

"That's it, sweet girl." He encouraged, mouth agape as you sat back on him, revealing a sheen of sweat down your entire body. "Ride me 'til I cum in that pretty little pussy."

Your hair was stuck to your breasts. Your body crying out with heat. Josh practically sliding up against you, a bead of sweat rolling down from his temple as you wiped it away with your thumb.

"I need you to take over." You panted, feeling your body begin to weaken under the resistance, aching for him to slam into you from behind. "Take me over the couch."

You almost felt the air rush out of your lungs as he rose, gripping your body against him as he momentarily pulled out. You could smell the sex. The sweat. The pheromones in the air. You'd never caught that scent with anyone but Josh, almost as if his biology turned you on.

You savoured it as he pushed you down into the couch, raising your ass with both hands and opening your legs hastily with his knee.

"You want it hard?" He asked, lining himself back up with you from behind.

"Yes..." You replied, reeling back to meet the tip of his cock. "Show me the fucking stars, baby..."

As he slammed into you, you felt a firm hand in your hair. Pressing your head into the soft couch, holding you steady as he fucked you so hard you could feel nothing but your stomach churn.

Hitting you so deep, your moans muffled by your mouth against the cushions, it felt like you'd ascended.

"Pretty little pussy..." You heard him say under his breath. "Taking it so good...look at you... perfect."

You didn't need to see him do it. You knew instinctually that he was watching himself slide inside you. His eyes trained on your pussy lips against his shaft. Watching how they slid against him with each pull.

You knew he was close as he pressed his chest against your back, inviting you to turn your head to meet his tongue in a kiss that was animalistic. Open mouths and tongues so deep, you let him pull you up and wrap his entire hand over your tits.

"Take it...all of it." He grunted, spilling inside you gloriously.

You could feel the power of it hit your cervix. Hot and sticky as he continued to pump. A little softer than he was a moment ago, but hard enough to keep himself tucked inside as his cum continued to leak.

"I'm not done with you." He whispered, keeping a hold of you in front of him, the pad of his index finger rolling against your clit.

You leaned your head back into his shoulder, the salt of his sweat still on your lips.

"Oh, fuck..." You chimed, your body glowing with overstimulation

He slowly ran tiny circles around the swell. Masterfully avoiding the bud itself. Whispering encouragement into your ear as he continued to fuck his cum into you with his softening cock.

"Easy, beautiful..." He said, those words never failing to elicit from you the sofest and sweetest moans.

"Give it to me, Josh." You begged, rutting into his hand.

He wasted no time in doing his bidding. Pressing his finger to the ache, violently moving it against your clit with as little pressure as possible. You unravelled in seconds, dripping into his palm as your body almost collapsed into his clutch.

It was gone midnight when you awoke. Naked and wrapped in a blanket on the floor by the glowing embers in the fireplace.

Josh was nowhere to be found. You looked around at the state of the room and smiled at the memory of how he had fucked you there, wrapping the blanket around you as you went in search of him.

You stepped into the little kitchen at the back of the cottage and clicked the lightswitch. Squinting against the flood of light. It took you a moment to see his shadow out of the window.

You switched the light back off and went to the stable door at the back, guided by a flood of moonlight. Josh was standing at the little wall that overlooked the road leading down to the sea. You could hear the waves in the distance.

"This is not India." You said, noting his lack of clothes in the cold of midnight. "You're going to catch your death out here."

He let you bring the blanket around his shoulders as you came to him.

"I noticed the full moon and couldn't help myself." He replied, as if it were of no consequence that he'd been standing there in only his boxers.

"There will be other full moons." You sighed,"Ones that are in warmer climates."

"I don't care." He shrugged, "I needed to cool off."

You could feel his body still charged with the heat of your love making. That scent you only detected with him still apparent.

"Can we stay here a while longer?" You asked tentatively. "I'm still not ready for real life."

Josh looked so content as he gazed up at the clear black sky. At the incessant white dots that cloaked the blanket of dark. And the great round orb of the moon shining so bright it illuminated his face.

"I didn't think you'd want to stay somewhere so cold." He replied, tearing himself away from the cosmos to look at you.

"I don't care where we are." You replied, ghosting your mind back to a time where you'd been sat by a river watching boats sail by in the Varanasi heat. "As long as I'm with you."

The End.

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[cosmokiszka]

I would give my limbs to see jakes sex playlist

[cosmokiszka]

JAKE NO

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

i’m begging you to write jake fucking you in a dress pleaseee

this will be fun to write… let me see what i can do for you anon ((:

[safety-sam]

Sam's laugh 😭

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

If you’re gonna take inspiration from a different fic and not credit it you can at least use a name that’s not similar

hi anon, i would never draw inspiration from another fic and not credit them, any similarities are completely coincidental (: i would be happy to change things around so that it reflects that way, message me and let me know which fic it is

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

Patience

for the thirty asks i had about this!!! hope you all enjoy it.

warnings: MINORS GOOD BYE, cockwarming!!!!!!!!, unprotected sex, smut, you know me by now

Jake was waiting for you in the living room. A movie was paused on the television and Jake sat amongst blankets and snacks. The lights were dim, the windows dark indicating it was late in the evening.

“Thank you for waiting,” you say, settling next to him. He opens the blanket and allows you to wrap your legs with his. He hands you a glass of red wine and kisses you on your cheek.

“You smell good,” you had just gotten out of the shower and lathered your body up with body lotion before you made your way over to him.

Jake begins to tell you about this movie, claiming that it was supposedly one of the best ones made in your generation and how he had been waiting to watch it with you.

“Babe, we have to watch this movie,” he had told you earlier today when you returned home from work.

“What movie?”

He waived his hands dismissively saying something about Josh and a film festival. You didn’t care what you did, as long as you were with him. You loved hearing him talk about anything usually, but when his eyes gleamed with passion and he had that coy smile on his face, that was your favorite. You were happy to sit here, with him and watch him watch this movie he was so excited about.

Fifteen minutes into the movie and his hand was under your shirt, his calloused fingers rubbing your back slightly. You were pressed against his side, your hand under shirt, sitting against his heart. His skin was warm and he smelt woodsy and clean and familiar. Your touches were innocent, but your fingers dipped too low to the waistband of his sweatpants and you heard his breath hitch. His hands were ever more touchy than they were before and you couldn’t help the growing need happening between your legs.

You shifted slightly on the couch trying to clear your mind and pay attention to the movie. Your head was in his lap now, his fingers playing with your hair and the soft skin at your neck. Your body felt alive and humming at his touch, you turned your head to look up at him. He was completely immersed in the movie, his gaze unwavering from the moving pictures on the screen before him.

You moved to sit up once again and placed a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile beneath your lips.

“Baby,” he says with a warning as you move to press a kiss to his neck.

“Hmmm?” You hum against his skin.

“I’m trying to watch my movie.”

“So watch it.”

Your hand began to move down to the waistband of his sweatpants, you were aching, throbbing to be touched, manhandled by him.

“Looking for more?” He asked you, stopping your hand from undoing anymore of the knot you had already partly unraveled. His tone was sharp, which sent a wave of pleasure running through you.

“Jakey,” you said, sounding breathless and utterly aroused.

“You want it?” He let your hand go.

“Yes.”

His face broke into a smile. “Stand up.”

You did as you were told, Jake reached out and yanked your pants and underwear down and you stepped out of them when they pooled at your feet. You felt Jake’s hand run up and down the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

“You wanna be in my lap again? Is that what my sweet girl wants?” His eyes were trained on the movie again, his hands were wandering on your exposed bottom half. His words filled you with heat and you shifted on your feet, rubbing your thighs together. You notice Jake move his hand in his sweatpants, you bite your lips in anticipation. His eyes move to you as you watch him pump himself two, three times before freeing his cock from the confines of his sweatpants.

“Is this what you wanted?” He teased you and you couldn’t look away. His fingers worked the tip, swirling around the head and pressing the underside and tracing the vein down. You wanted to copy his actions with your mouth.

“Yes,” you exhaled the word. Desperate to get over to him.

“Don’t even consider it,” Jake warned you. “You’re going to sit right back on my lap where I want you. Where you can watch.” He gestured to the television alive with the life of the film.

You were confused, speechless as you thought about what he was telling you to do.

“Come on, baby, don’t keep me waiting,” he said, pulling you to him. His assertive tone made your abdomen clench. You knew how bad you wanted him, and you were sure he did too.

Turning back around, facing the TV, you made sure to keep your eyes down as you stepped between his legs and slowly lowered yourself over his lap. Gasping on an inhale, you felt the tip of his erection press against your center, held in place by his hand, his other hand came down on your hip to steady the descent.

“Slow, baby.” The tension in his voice made you shiver, but the stretching sensation between your legs made any other thoughts disappear. You moaned when his full length was buried inside you. “There you go. Good girl.”

Once you were fully seated, his cock sitting deep in your channel, you let her gaze travel back up to the television. A couple, the main couple, were engaging in some sort of dance, their arms wrapped around each other passionately as they swayed to the tempo of the music.

You began to rock your hips to the tempo of the music, you moaned slightly at the sensation. Jake’s hand stilled your hips and he held you tight as he adjusted his position underneath you. His grip was tight on the fleshy part of your hips, he was refusing to let you move.

“Since you couldn’t wait l, you’re going to sit here and do nothing until I think you’ve earned it.”

“What?” You turned slightly to look at him, the heat between your legs was building, and the stretch of his erection filled you with a single desire… To rock and grind and writhe on top of him until you both came. You were so desperate for it.

“You heard me,” he smirked, eyes unwavering from the television. “You’re going to sit here and be a good cockwarmer until the movie is over and then I will give you what you want.”

Jake was rarely a demanding lover, he was usually gentle and fawning over you and every inch of your body. But times like these, how he was acting now, were exciting and exhilarating.

“Yes, Jakey,” your voice echoed in the quiet living room. You might have been on top, but he was in control.

You tried to focus on the film, tried not to focus on the heat and pressure between your legs. The couple were arguing now throwing things around the house at one another.

“This is the interesting part,” he said, his breath tickling the back of your neck. One hand released your hip and he moved it forward to cup the front of your cunt. He spread open your lips, his fingers sliding across the wetness that was leaking out, he was only giving you the slightest pressure. You could hardly focus on what he was saying. “You see they’re both wrong here, all of this could have been avoided with a simple conversation. Everything could be fixed with a simple ‘I’m sorry.’”

His fingers began sliding up to your clit.

“I’m so happy we have never argued like that.” His thumb began moving in slow circles on your bundle of nerves. He wasn’t quite touching it the way you liked, just enough to tease you, but it had you struggling and straining not to move.

“Me too,” your throat was dry and your lips were chapped.

“You’re awfully wet, darling,” Jake observed. You felt yourself grow slicker with every pass of his fingers against you. His slow circles turned into rhythmic strokes. His middle and forefinger toyed with you, strumming on the sides of your clit giving you just enough friction. You were gripping the fabric of his sweats and taking all your strength not to move against him. You felt your walls clench around him, fluttering against his cock.

“Jake,” your voice barely above a whisper. You felt Jake’s chest vibrate against your back with a chuckle. With one hand between your legs, he used the other one to hold the back of your neck, ensuring you were watching the movie.

“Jake, what? I have already given you my cock. What else do you need?”

You slightly adjusted your hips and your eyes fluttered shut.

“I need to move, please.”

The need was building low in your belly, Jake’s fingers began to move faster against you and your legs tightened again.

“You can move when I say you can move, you can cum when I say you can cum.”

He was driving you crazy, your grip tightened on the fabric of his sweats, you were sure you were going to rip the fabric but you didn’t care.

“Y/N,” Jake warned when your hips began to rock slightly as your body searched for friction. His fingers still rubbed at the sides of your clit, giving you just enough to have you falling towards the edge but not nearly enough to send you over completely.

“Please,” you tried begging again. “Just a little.”

Instead of giving in, like you hoped, he removed his hands from between your legs entirely, and you cried out.

“No!”

He pressed his lips against your tshirt covered shoulder. “If I wanted you to beg, I would have asked for it.”

You leaned back against him again, pushing your legs open wider, hoping to entice him once again.

“I’m sorry baby,” you turned your face into his neck, the closest you could get while sitting foreword. “I will be good.”

His eyes were still trained on the television but his hands came back to rest on your hips.

“My little tease. You like it when I play with your clit? You like being my little cockwarmer?” His fingers found their way back to your peaked bundle of nerves. The sudden rush of arousal had your toes curling, and you gasped. It was taking every bit of your self control not to fall apart, to beg and writhe and plead for more. You were so close to breaking, so close to falling apart and crying out for him. You knew you would give him whatever he wanted, if he just let you have a bit more. Not too much, just enough to finally crest the hill that you were rapidly climbing.

Jake’s fingers grew more insistent, speeding up and pressing harder, giving you a bit more friction. It was the perfect tempo to match the climax of the movie in front of them. Your body began to tighten, your thighs tensing so hard they began to shake. But you wouldn’t move.

Jake’s grip eased slightly, pulling his fingers to move in a slow languid tempo. A whine escaped you, muffled by your closed lips. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on anything other than what he was doing to your body. Jake’s fingers still teased you, with little flicks of his middle finger until you groaned.

“How is this not killing you?” You managed to ask him.

“Who said it wasn’t?” Jake whispered into the shell of your ear. His other hand moved under your tshirt and pinched your peaked nipples. Your eyes snapped open at the sensation.

“You are cruel,” you whined.

“And you’re so beautiful, my beautiful cockwarmer.” He continued to pinch your nipple as he spoke, his thumb finding its way back to your clit moving in circles again. You felt the throbbing, deep ache of pleasure begin to build again.

You wanted nothing more than to ride the fuck out of him, to move against him, but you know if you moved Jake would stop touching you. It was maddening, knowing exactly what you needed, but being unable to obtain it.

“Jake,” you gasped. “I don’t think… I’m not sure if I can…”

“Yes you can, have patience.” He promised you.

You knew that you were so wet that Jake’s sweats were probably slick with your arousal. Between your legs, he was hard as stone; the tip of his cock was pressing against the front of your entrance right next to your clit.

His fingers began circling your clit, switching the pace from slow to fast and then back to slow. The pad of his fingers passed right over the top, and your body jolted with each touch. It felt like a shock every time he made contact, making you whimper as your legs twitched helplessly.

Your mind was reeling, trying to focus on anything other than him and his body and what he wasn’t allowing you to do. You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. His fingers paused, but didn’t leave your body. You opened your eyes and found the credits of the movie rolling across the screen.

It really was beginning to grow painful. Your entire lower body was throbbing. Your legs were tight, your muscles so tense you knew you would be sore in the morning. Your toes were curled, your feet arched and twisting, scrambling for purchase even though you knew you weren’t allowed any leverage. If she couldn’t hold out, if she couldn’t do what he asked—

“Fuck me. Now.”

Your body moved before your mind fully processed the command. But instead of sitting up and working your hips on top of him, you stood, stumbling to your feet and turning so fast that you almost fell over. You tipped on to one knee, pulling yourself up and over his lap until you straddled him, and fed his cock back into you before he could grip it himself.

The only sound he made was a harsh exhale as you sunk down in one fell swoop, reseating yourself on him. His jaw clenched hard, as you began to move in earnest, pulling your hips back, circling them as you chased the friction you had been so desperate for.

Snapping your hips forward, you cried out at the feel of him, the fullness of him. It was delicious, sliding between your legs with a smooth glide. Hitting deep with every push of your pelvis, pulling back before tilting forward again. You bounced, and dropped your forehead to his, just as she’d wanted to.

“Jake,” you begged. You weren’t sure what you were asking him for, you were drunk, intoxicated on the sensation between your bodies, but you knew you needed more. Jake had worked you up so well, it felt like you were on fire. Here, with him, nothing else mattered. Not your work, not his music. None of it mattered. Only him and you together.

His hand came to thread through your hair, holding your head in place against his. His eyes were dark, and you felt him begin to shake beneath you as you moved.

“Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Moaning, you increased your pace, pressing your hips down on every pull so you could feel your clit drag across his naval.

“Touch me, please Jake, please—”

You needed all of him again. You needed to come apart under his touch. It was building, pulling tight in your core, and your hips began to stutter. Your thighs shook, squeezing his hips, and you felt your center begin to flutter when his thumb reached between your bodies to find your clit.

His mouth dropped open at the same time you felt it, that moment you’d been chasing all night. It only took a few careful presses of his thumb, your hips doing all the work on top of him. It snapped, pulling every muscle in your body tight, but you didn’t stop moving.

“There it is,” he groaned, tensing beneath you. When your legs gave out, he took over, thrusting up and into you so it didn’t stop. Pleasure broke over your body in waves, washing across your nerves and flooding your veins with warmth. Your lips were just a mere breath away from his, and you wanted to kiss him, to feel his lips as you came. His lips met yours halfway and his tongue fought yours for dominance.

“Fuck, darling, I’ll never get enough of you,” he said breaking the kiss. His eyes drifted closed as his thrusts grew erratic, pushing into you several more times before he broke completely. His face was slack with pleasure as he came, reveling in the feel of it, of you, and it was one of the most beautiful expressions you had ever seen. It set off another wave of your own orgasm, the warm heat flooding your center making your body clench again. Though not as strong as the first, you still felt your nerves spark, tensing and twisting up your spine until you fell limp against him. You felt his cock go soft inside you and neither one of you moved to separate yourselves from the other.

With your head buried in his neck, you weren't sure how long you laid on top of him, your mind and body slowly coming back into clarity. At some point, his hand came up to stroke down your spine, under your shirt.

“How did you like the movie?” His chest was still rising and falling rapidly. And you couldn’t help but laugh, because he was being ridiculous and because you probably would have enjoyed the movie if you had paid more attention.

“I’ve seen better,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a long heartstopping kiss.

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

friendly reminder that Josh said his guilty pleasure song is Laid by James

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

A Forever Feeling

here is this request from this anon, i hope i achieved your fantasies :)

warning: angst, fluff, shower sex, unprotected sex, tity sucking, MINORS GO AWAY!!!

You expected the house to be more quiet when you walked in. It was late, around 10pm and the only light was from the moon and light on the porch.

You could hear the music blaring from inside as you unlocked the door. You weren’t expecting Josh to be here, you had gotten in a fight earlier and he left, claiming that he wasn’t going to come back. You left after he did, needing a change of scenery and a nice workout and massage session.

You felt bad, you didn’t actually want him gone and pondered a lot about whether or not you should call him and apologize. You weren’t sure who was really in the wrong, his voice was ringing in your ear, “you know maybe if you cared a little more this wouldn’t be so hard,” and your response, “it’s only hard because you make it hard for me to care.”

Perhaps both of you owe the other an apology, perhaps both of you deserve better than what the other could give. But all of that left you mind as you see him standing at the sink, music from a collection of 60’s swing music was playing so loud he didn’t hear you walk in or shut the door.

You watched his hands as they ran under the faucet, he must have just done the dishes. You weren’t sure what to do, whether to call his name, or sneak past him unseen and into your bedroom. You had no intention of sharing a bed with him tonight and just as you were about to say his name did he turn over to look at you.

“Hey,” he says, drying his hands off with a discarded towel. You couldn’t hear him and gesture to the loud music. He walks over to the stereo system in the adjacent room and turns the music off. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you say, crossing your arms, moving towards your bedroom. “How long have you been here?”

“A few hours,” he says trailing behind you.

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” you grab your pajamas from the drawer, not looking at him. The tension was thick in the air, words hanging between you two, unsaid.

“I didn’t think I was either,” he says leaning against the door frame. You finally turn to look at him, his hair was disheveled, eyes red as if he’d been crying.

“Then what are you doing here?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. You wanted nothing more than to run to him and sing his praises, begging for his forgiveness.

“Y/N,” he begins walking toward you, “I am sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean any of it and I never meant to hurt you.” He was standing in front of you. His hand was warm and soft against your cheek.

“Josh,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. “I should be apologizing to you, I said horrible things and I didn’t mean any of it.” Your voice broke around a sob and one tear leaked out from your eye and down your cheek.

“Baby, you were already forgiven, there is no reason to be upset, okay? I don’t want to see you cry, come here,” he pulled you into his chest and you felt your body relax against his. This is where you belonged, this was where you wanted to be.

“I’m so sorry.”

He was rubbing smooth circles on your back. You clung to him then, unwilling to let him go.

“I have to shower, would you join me?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I would love to,” he says, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You steer you both towards the bathroom. His hand warm in yours. He flipped the lights on, illuminating the large bathroom.

Josh reached around you and turned the shower on and warm water began to fall from the shower head. He turned to you then, a small shy smile on his lips as he reached over and pressed his lips to yours. His fingers moved to the button of your jeans tugging them down your legs.

“Need you naked and wet,” he said, popping the waistband of your panties against your hip.

“Practice what you preach,” you say, taking your panties off, kicking them to the side.

He yanks his shirt over his head and you reach over and help him unlatch his belt. His pants fall to the floor. You remove your shirt and underwear as he kicks his underwear to the pile of your clothes that sit on the floor.

He stared at your mouth for a second, shook his head, and then pressed his lips to yours. Steam rose around the large bathroom and that damp heat licked at your skin while everything inside you turned soft. That was it, you were soft when he kissed you; but also needy and starved and mindless. There was nothing else in the world when his body collided with yours, and while you were there, with his hand in your hair, his shaft hard against your belly, and everything inside you lighting up in response, you didn't want anything else.

Josh backed you into the shower, a gentle mist raining over you both while you kissed and climbed and pawed at each other.

"I didn't come here with the intention of having sex," he said, his lips on your jaw.

"Consider this a happy accident."

"I mean," he started, rocking against you, "I didn’t think you would have let me stay,” you blinked water out of your eyes.

"Neither did I. But I’m happy you came back.”

You hooked your knee around his hip, and leaned back against the cool tile. He dragged his finger down your inner thigh and over your folds. “Don’t think we have to do this, I’m just happy to be here with you.”

You grabbed for the back of his neck, your fingers sliding through his hair and forcing his mouth to yours. He trailed kissed down your neck and attached his lips against your red errect nipple. Water splashed the tile walls around you and turned the air warm with steam.

Josh kissed down your stomach, looking up at you briefly before throwing your leg over his shoulder.

“So pink,” he whispers scattering kisses along your inner thighs before attaching his mouth to your clit. You feel your back begin to slide against the slick walls and you move your hands to grip his wet hair at the roots, needing an anchor.

You bring him closer to you with a shuddering gasp. He began to move his tongue against you, moving his hand up to pull your slippery nipple.

“Taste so sweet, could stay down here forever,” he says between nips and licks.

“Josh,” you moan out. You could feel the warm pool of pleasure begin to roll through your body. You pulled him back up toward you connecting his lips to yours. You could taste yourself as his tongue entwined with yours.

“I want to feel you inside me,” you whispered to him. He groaned against your mouth, his fingers dancing against your skin, moving to grip your hips. He plunges one into your entrance and you suck in a breath at the sensation.

“Are you okay?”

You nod your head at him.

“Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head this time, wanting nothing more than for him to keep going.

“Good,” he chucked against your neck. “Because you're here and wet and naked, and all of those things are my favorite things.”

You couldn’t help it, a laugh bursted from your lips and you shifted your hand down his torso, over his trimmed pubic hair to grip his cock. “Come here then.”

Water poured over one shoulder, slicking you both up as you moved together to find the right fit. He reached for your knee again, brushing a thumb over your clit, grinding his shaft between your legs. He murmured in your ear about your skin, your body, how much he wanted you, how hard he was for you, “You were made for me,” he tells you over and over, “just for me.” He pushed inside you with a slow rock and that was all it took to remind you that you were his in any ways possible.

You both fit together in a way that makes you question everything in the world. Every choice you’d ever made. If it didn't lead to this man and your leg wrapped around his hip, what were you even doing with your life? Nothing, that was the simple answer. Anything that existed outside of him and you together didn't matter.

“Talk to me," he said, his arm hooked under your knee as he pounded you into the wall. "I know what you're thinking, but I need to hear it."

You slipped a hand up his neck, into his hair. "What am I thinking?"

"That we fit together like puzzle pieces, and how warm and wet your sweet pussy is for me,” he panted. You pressed the pad of your thumb to his lips. He sucked your finger, bit down. That bite sent a strange, glorious throb to your clit.

“Fuck, Josh,” you groaned, shutting your eyes. "What are you doing to me?”

“I think you're doing it to me," he said, cock twitching inside of you. "Now, be a good girl and cum on this cock. I'm going to pinch your clit until you do."

"I'm not ready," you whined, your fingers twisting and pulling at his hair. You didn’t want this feeling to end, this drunkenness you felt on him and his body and how he was making you feel.

"Yes, you are," he gasped. "Look at me, open your eyes.”

You couldn’t help it, your eyes met his. “Stop fighting. Let me give you what you want.” He told you. His lips attached to your neck, sucking and licking.

He was so thick and made you feel so full, so overwhelmed with sensation. All you could do was tug his hair and watch while he stared down at you, his gaze filled with certainty and his jaw tight. You couldn't even move. You were pinned to this wall, spread as wide open as you could be, and clinging to the edge with every last toe and fingernail because you weren’t ready to fall over.

"I can't," you insisted.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel your clit throbbing? I do. Maybe I should make you pinch it. Then you'll see how ready you are." He moved his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and rub your throbbing clit. “Come on baby, you deserve to cum, you’re right there, give it to me.”

"I'm not." His thrusts were smooth and even and sure. Filling you up with each stroke, stretching you out to accommodate him.

"You know you've earned it. You know you deserve it. Stop fighting, sweetheart. Give it to me." You didn't want to fall over that edge. You really didn't. But those words worked on you too well. They hit right where you needed them, like his fingers and his cock.

"That's a good girl," he drawled, an arm drawn tight around you as you shook and moaned out his name. "That's my good girl. There you are.” He said running his tongue over your breast, purposefully leaving your nipple alone. You arch against him, yearning for him to show your abandoned nipple some attention. He laughs, knowing what you’re doing, giving it one last kiss.

He released his hold on your clit and you felt like you were about to pass out at the lack of friction. He touched his forehead to yours, moaned out a breath. His hips punched up and his eyelids drifted shut, and he pressed a roar into your shoulder. He jerked against you, his fingers flexing and digging into your skin as the orgasm moved through him. "You take me so well, sweetheart. I’m so lucky.”

Warm water cascaded around you both. The smile that stretched across your face wouldn't quit. It was the brightest, most thoroughly pleased you’d felt in forever. You gave him that pleasure, that joy that he deserved. It came from you and the things you both found when you came together, and you could probably do it again.

You felt his cock grow soft inside of you and he gripped your knee that was wrapped around him. You weren’t ready to let him go.

“Thank you for coming back,” you whisper against his lips when he kissed you gently.

“Thank you for giving me a reason to.” He said rubbing his nose against yours. You threaded your fingers with his. You felt so complete, so whole, and you knew that you would do anything to make sure this feeling lasted forever.