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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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Dreams – D. Wagner

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; fingering; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: Apologies for being late to the Christmas Party, you guys. I ✨almost✨ abandoned this fic in the swamp, but I’m glad I went back and read it tonight with fresh eyes. Ken’s been trying to get me to finish it for days. Anyways, enjoy a little reunion fic bc late Saturday nights are for Danny smut, apparently (I don’t make the rules).

Bajabule,

-Han

As you moved about the kitchen, straightening the countertops and wiping them down, you found yourself lost in the music that drifted throughout the house. The sound that came from the turntable and speakers in your living room made your entire body feel warm, despite being simply clad in your favorite pair of underwear and one of Danny’s old oversized Christmas sweaters.

You’d decided to get a jump on getting into the Christmas spirit, as you’d found it difficult to do so this year with him and his brothers touring on the other side of the world. The first half of December seemed to have sprinted and crawled by at the same time, and you’d only just put up your Christmas tree and decorations the day before. Today, you focused on making treats for when Danny did come home, which wouldn’t be for another two or three days. Doing all of the decorating and baking did well to change the course of your thoughts, and you took advantage of this.

You mixed ingredients, baked gingerbread cookies, and put together a Christmas simmer pot, all while slowly losing yourself in the silky crooning voice of Frank Sinatra as he sang your favorite holiday classics.

After you’d finished your festivities for the day and cleaned everything up, you decided to trudge up the stairs and settle into bed with a nice, cozy blanket to watch a Christmas movie. After you turned off all the lights, you turned on the TV and flipped through your options. After settling on a movie, you snuggled up in your dimly-lit bedroom and watched the screen until your eyelids grew heavy.

As you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, you heard the soft, muffled voices from the TV fade as your dreams overtook you.

Your dream started out like the Hallmark movie that was playing on your TV when you fell asleep. You were in a small, cozy cabin in the mountains for the holidays, and Danny was meeting you there. Whenever you arrived first, you went to the nearest store and bought things to bake. On your drive back to the cabin, Christmas music was playing on the radio station you’d tuned in to, and Frank Sinatra’s silky voice wrapped you up again as he slowly sang the first verse to “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” You hummed along as you pulled up to the cabin and carried your groceries inside.

You put the first set of gingerbread cookies in the oven and set a timer to take them out before you started mixing ingredients to make your second batch. Still humming the song from earlier, you’d just started mixing when you heard the front door open. Excitedly, you turned around, watching as Danny sat his bags down and slipped out of his jacket that was peppered with snow.

You turned back around and continued mixing your batter while you listened to the soft sound of his socks padding across the hardwood floor. You felt him slip his arms around your waist and squeeze you into his frame, his chin resting softly on your shoulder.

“Smells amazing in here. Making my favorite, I see?”

You grinned at him and let out a little giggle. “Of course.”

“You’re so sweet,” he said softly, his hands toying with the hem of your sweater, and tickling the skin on the tops of your bare thighs as he gently swayed the two of you back and forth. You relaxed into him, and he straightened. You looked up at him from below and took in the shape of his face like it was the first time you’d ever seen it; the shape of his nose and lips, the curls in his hair and the tiny flakes of snow that hadn’t managed to melt just yet. He looked down at you and you watched as the sweetest smile slowly spread itself across his face, making the corners of his deep brown eyes crinkle the tiniest bit. He leaned down and met your lips with his, bringing one of his hands up to cup the side of your face.

When he pulled his lips back from you, he kept the tip of his nose touching yours while his eyes softly held your gaze. “I missed you so much, honey,” he said, the pad of his thumb softly skimming over your cheekbone.

“God, I missed you, Danny.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whined, feeling him press himself into your back.

“Well you don’t have to worry. Because I’m here now, sweetheart.”

You huffed a breath, squeezing your thighs together and holding them.

His hands migrated from your hips at this, and he lifted the hem of your sweater, slowly dipping his hand into your underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath when his skin met yours. “Your hands are freezing!”

“Mm,” he hummed against your ear as he slipped his fingers between your folds. “Sorry,” he chuckled, “you’re so fucking warm I can’t help myself.”

His fingers circled your clit and you moaned, feeling his cock grow harder still behind you. “Fuck, Danny. Keep going,” you said, your breath getting heavier by the second. He did as you asked, and right as you were about to cum, you jolted awake, your chest heaving.

You felt a jolt behind you, making you jolt again, turning your head and your sleepy eyes around to see Danny, eyes-wide, staring back at you from under your blanket.

Lost for words, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and opened them again to still, despite your belief, see Danny sitting beside you in the bed. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice still heavily laced with grogginess from your nap.

“We decided to change our flights at the last minute. I think we were all just ready to get back home. I wanted to surprise you,” he said, giving you a small smile.

“Well I’m glad you did,” you said, rolling over to him and straddling his hips. He readjusted the blanket around you as you leaned down to kiss him. The two of you took each other in for a bit, and he pulled back just far enough to speak.

“I missed you so much, honey,” he whispered.

You froze, remembering the exact moment in your dream that he uttered those words and what he was doing when he said them. You replayed it in your head, and felt warmth spread between your legs. “I missed you,” you said, pulling him back to your mouth. You felt his cock start to harden rather quickly under you, and you immediately rolled your hips into him, your breath starting to pick up.

“Is that my sweater?” He asked, his eyes glinting at you from below.

“Yeah,” you said, unsure of what he would say next.

He smirked and flicked his gaze from the sweater to your eyes. “It looks really good on you. I like it.”

You slipped the sweater over your head and let it fall to the floor. “Does it look better now?”

His hands gripped your hips and he let out a hard laugh. He flipped you over so that you were under him, and he peppered kisses from your mouth to your breasts, taking his time to spoil each new area he encountered, leaving your heat more soaked and needy for him than it ever had been.

Once he’d met your underwear, he lifted his head as he hooked his fingers around your waistband and waited. You lifted your hips, and he took his cue to pull your underwear down your legs. He paused after he dropped them on the floor.

His eyes flicked from your dripping pussy to your eyes and back. He let out a small huff of air and chuckled to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

He looked at you and raised his eyebrows before he spoke. “I’m toast.”

“What do you mean?” you chuckled back at him.

“I’m not gonna last two fucking seconds in there. There’s no way.”

“Why do you say that?”

His eyes widened as he dramatically glanced back and forth again. “Baby I’ve never seen you wet like this for me. Ever. And it’s been way too long. This is gonna be a fuckin’ mess.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a smirk.

You watched his jaw fall slack as he stared at you, almost in a daze, before he slowly started slipping his clothes off and tossing them in the floor.

Once he’d fully undressed himself, he settled his shoulders between your legs leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to your heat. The closer he got, the faster you huffed, your heart hammering with anticipation for the feeling of his mouth; a sensation you’d thought about every single night that he was gone.

Your hands lightly shook as they reached for his hair, knowing full-well you didn’t have the self-control to keep yourself from finishing just moments after he delved his tongue inside of you. Once he was happy with the number of kisses he’d given you, his hands crept up your thighs, and he used his fingers to separate you just a bit, giving his tongue easier access to your already swollen clit.

He started slowly, running his tongue from your entrance to your clit before giving it a few soft flicks before descending again, making your legs involuntarily twinge with every flick. Your hands softly gripped the roots of his curls as he continued.

Slowly, he began to move faster, shortening the time between the flicks on your clit, making you whimper as he did so. Your grip tightened as you felt a burning in the pit of your stomach already. “Shit, Danny,” you moaned.

His eyes flicked up to you from below. “What is it? You need some more?”

You moaned again, his voice making you wetter with every syllable. It was then that he slipped his middle and ring fingers into your folds and moved them around, collecting your juices before slipping them languidly into your core. Your back arched at the contact and your fingers completely wrapped themselves around his hair and pulled harder than before, making him moan into your pussy as he sucked your clit into his mouth. His fingers curled, rubbing the perfect spot, and you cried out, your hips bucking shamelessly into his face. The pit of your stomach was seething, and you didn’t even try to quench the fire.

“Oh god, Danny– I– ohhhhh fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck–.”

He quickened the pace at which his fingers pumped in and out of your entrance, and you immediately felt the warmth of your first orgasm spread over your entire body. His pace was unwavering, and you continually writhed under him and bucked your hips, physically begging for him to be deeper inside you.

You moaned again.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He cooed, “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His eyebrows raised, soft and expectant.

“Need you–,” you choked between whimpers, “to fffffff–.” His fingers slowed, giving your brain a moment to work through the numbing haze he was causing with his fingers. “Fuck me,” you whispered. “Please.”

“Been dreaming about hearing you say that to me for months, honey. Dreaming about how you’d look with me buried as deep as I can go. Is that what you want?”

The only bodily function you could manage was a vehement nod of your head, making him let out a breathy chuckle. He removed his fingers from you and leaned up, gently placing his lips on your forehead as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You watched as his mouth hung open while he slipped the tip of his cock into your core, letting out a shaky breath like it was the first time all over again. You sucked in a sharp breath as you adjusted to his girth, feeling him stretch the walls of your pussy so slowly you had to make an effort not to drool. Your head fell backward as your chest heaved at the feeling of fullness between your legs while your hands gripped him by the roots of his curls again.

Moving deeper still, he let out a deep groan, fighting the overwhelming urge to press the rest of the way into you to satisfy himself. He lifted his head to make eye contact with you, his mouth still sitting agape as he slowly continued to slide into you.

“Goddamn, honey. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Once he reached the furthest he could, you whimpered, very lightly rolling your hips up into him.

“Mmm, you really did miss me, huh?”

“Mhm,” you whined. “Every fucking night, Danny.”

“I’m flattered,” he said, smirking.

He started pulling his hips back and pushing them in, helping you grow accustomed to the feeling of his thrusts before speeding up. You moaned with each push, already reveling in the depth that he could reach in his current position. Unable to help himself, he pushed into you quicker and harder second by second, his grunts being muted by the slick sounds from your core and the sound of his skin meeting yours over and over.

His breath quickly left him as he continued sharply rocking you back into your pillows, trying his best to hold himself up for as long as he could. His rhythm was impeccable, as one would expect, and you felt your second orgasm creep up on you much quicker than you’d anticipated.

“Danny. Danny. Fuck,” was all you could say before your lower stomach burst with warmth again, leaving your legs trembling on either side of his perfect hips.

“Mmm keep going, sweetheart. Just feel it, yeah? Right there?”

You moaned, nodding your head, focusing everything on the feeling oh his cock sliding in and out of you, like he said. Heavy breaths fell from your lips, and your chest was absolutely burning. It was then that he straightened, removing his cock from you entirely and backing himself off the bed, standing at the end of it. His hands encircled the bottoms of your calves, and he gently pulled you to the edge of the bed; so close that your ass was nearly hanging off the end.

He opened your legs wide and lined himself back up before plunging deliciously deeper inside your core, making you cry out for him. Your hands gripped the sheets under you hard enough to turn your knuckles white. He knew you loved being as close to him as possible while he fucked you, so he slid his arm behind you so that the crook of his elbow rested perfectly behind your neck, his hand firmly gripping your shoulder while his other hand rested on the top of your head. You felt warm and wholly connected to him being wrapped in his arms like this, and you knew he felt the same. He planted a lusty kiss on your lips, lingering there, slipping his tongue into your mouth on occasion.

Once he broke the kiss, he pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out of you about halfway, and pressed down with both of his hands, bringing you to him as he brought himself to you, pushing himself into you deeper than he’d ever gone to date. Your back arched, pressing your chest up into his and he forcefully met your hips with his own, the sounds between the two of you becoming louder and messier by the second. His grunts turned into sharp exhales as he tried with everything he had to hold out and pace himself for his own climax, desperately trying to finish you off for a third time before he indulged.

“Ohhhhh my fucking GOD, Danny,” you moaned. “You’re so fucking deep. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

He moaned, and you could tell from the sound of it that he was tiptoeing on his edge. You tried with everything you had to squeeze his cock as hard as you could, and you thought you had him. His eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell open, and you watched him fight with his entire being for every second he could stand it.

His grip on your shoulder and your hair grew much tighter as he grit his teeth together, his chest heaving harder than you’d ever seen it. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, every inch of your skin burning against his as he pounded into you the hardest he had all night.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Show me how bad you needed my cock while I was gone, huh? Come on,” he coaxed. You arched again, harder than you ever had, and you cried out for him again, your entire body trembling as he kept his rhythm perfectly again, making your legs twinge from the immense stimulation.

Soon after, you felt his hips quiver, and it took mere seconds for him to start his release. You did what you could to squeeze around him while he rode out his high, milking his cock while he grunted and moaned into your neck, eventually laying his upper half against yours in a heaving pile. Your hands trailed the expanse of his back as his chest pressed into yours with each breath he took.

When he rose from you, he slipped out from between your legs and padded off to the bathroom for a washcloth. After he’d cleaned the both of you, he settled himself at the head of the bed, pulling you to him. You laid your head on his chest and threw your arm across his torso as he pressed his lips against your forehead, reaching for the TV remote on the nightstand.

After flipping it on, he looked at you and grinned.

“What?” You asked, reflecting his smile on your lips.

“That must’ve been a really good nap earlier to put you in that big of a mood,” he said, waggling his brows at you.

You blushed, looking away from him for a moment with a giggle.

“Actually…”

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 4 months

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B-Stage – J. Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; teasing; edging (a little, I think?); oral sex (male receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI.

A/N: Remember that one time that the curtain dropped in Fort Worth (SCWT), and Josh started singing backstage bc he was late?

😏😏😏

P.S. I don’t know what it is about Josh and songs that are from iconic Patrick Swayze movies, but hear me out.

Bajabule,

-Han

Between Josh’s muffled huffs and grunts and your own heaving breaths, you heard a sharp knock on the door across the room followed by Jake’s voice, loud and firm, to your surprise.

“Josh! Stage time! Let’s go!”

Your eyes widened and flipped from the door to Josh, silently wondering what he was going to do. You felt his head peel itself from the crook of your neck, leaving the spot where it had been sticky and warm from his sweat. You put your hands on his arms in an attempt to slow his movements so that he could get up and dress himself. His big, brown eyes glinted at you as a grin spread across his face.

Before you could realize what was happening, you felt his arms wrap around the small of your back, and he moved to sit up on his knees, pulling you up sharply with him. You moved your legs to straddle him better, and he leaned back against the base of the couch. He pulled you forward toward him, and you felt his cock slip further into your heat than it had this entire time, making you squeak.

“Josh,” you breathed, “fuck– you’ve gotta– mmm– you’ve gotta go.”

He lifted your hips up and dropped them back down, making your legs shake. “Can’t go out there like this, mama. Unless you want all those girls in the pit to see how hard my cock is. Hm? Make ‘em drool over it? Or do you wanna keep that for yourself?”

You put your hand in the middle of his chest and pushed gently. “Slide your hips out here and lay flat.” He did as you asked, keeping his eyes and hands on you as you mustered up the strength to bounce yourself on his length as quickly as possible.

The faster you went, the harder his face scrunched and twisted. Short little gasps burst from his lips with each meeting of your skin. His fingertips burrowed themselves into your hips as he neared his end. He was close enough for his head to lift up from where he was lying as he clenched his teeth. Your hands weaved themselves into the hairspray-coated curls of his mullet, pulling on his roots hard enough for his head to turn up, using it as leverage for yourself.

He groaned louder than you’d ever heard him before, and his fingers pressed impossibly deeper into your hips. You did your best to focus your attention on clenching around his cock as you slid yourself up and down on it rather than the whimpers and moans that were coming from his mouth with growing intensity.

“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”

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You made your way up the sidewalk and around the building to the back of the arena. You’d taken a moment to gaze at the throngs of people that were already lined up outside the venue doors, all dressed in such elaborate outfits of black and silver and gold. It made your heart swell to know that so many people from so many walks of life loved the boys as much as they did, without even truly knowing them. You wanted to hug each and every person standing outside the front doors, but you were on a sort of personal secret mission, and you didn’t want to give yourself away. Not that anyone would recognize you, but you didn’t want to take chances of word getting back to Josh.

Earlier in the week, you’d learned that some of your days for work had to be changed around, so you would be free for the boys’ last concert of the leg. You’d toyed with the idea of surprising Josh and coming to the show, but the only drawback was figuring out how you’d be able to actually get there without him knowing about it. You knew that in order to be able to pull everything off, you needed help from the inside.

So, you went for it.

You: Hey! You busy?

Jake: Hey, love! What’s going on?

You: I need a favor, if you can.

Jake: Shoot.

You: Is Josh around?

Jake: No… why? 😏

After explaining your plan to Jake, he agreed to reach out and make some calls to arrange for you to be able to enter the venue early. Security would show you the backstage area, and they’d also let you into Josh’s green room to wait.

As you reached the back entrance to the venue, you felt your phone buzz.

Jake: Finally got Josh to the garage. Heading that way. You ready?

You: Yes! Going inside now. Thanks again, Jake. 💚

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You waited as patiently as possible for the boys to finish their sound check, temporarily losing yourself in the sound of Josh’s voice before being pulled back into the reality of why you were there. The butterflies in your stomach were driving you crazy.

After what seemed like an eternity, you head the knob on the door to the green room jiggle, and your heart started thumping in your ears. You sank back into the couch, crossing your legs, waiting for him. The door opened, and you watched him from across the room.

He sauntered in, fully dressed in his first outfit of the evening: his brilliant white satin pants and jacket, both perfectly adorned with rhinestones that took turns glimmering and flashing as he moved about. He was humming a tune that sounded vaguely familiar, snapping his fingers lightly to the beat of the song. Whatever it was sounded soulful, definitely an older song by the sound. For the life of you, you couldn’t place it, though.

As he moved around the room, you shifted slightly, needing to make your presence known before you’d let it go too far. He froze in his spot in front of the mirror and vanity, his wide eyes flicking to look at you in the mirror. He stared for a moment, blinked twice, and spun around on his heels to make sure that he saw what he thought.

You couldn’t contain your smile as you watched his face positively gleam with excitement and disbelief.

“How did you get here?” He asked, his voice light and airy, but full of surprise. “When did you get here?”

“I had a little help from a brother,” you said, beaming back at him. “I got here when you were leaving the hotel.”

“No fucking way!” He said, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “It was Jake, wasn’t it? Sneaky son of a bitch.”

You laughed hard as he walked closer to you.

He sat beside you on the couch, immediately pulling you to straddle his lap before slipping his arms behind your back and squeezing you into him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, mama,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

Your hands cupped either side of his face and his hands were wrapped around your forearms. “I missed you too,” you whispered.

You stayed far enough back to look at him, waiting to see how long he would last before he made a move. You waited, watching his syrupy eyes gently throw glances from your lips, to your eyes, and back. After a few times, he couldn’t stand it anymore and gently took your face in his hands while yours traveled to his chest.

His lips were always softer than you remembered, and they were warm and wet from his tongue. They were so plump and full, and the second that he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, you found yourself fighting urges to take off his pants before you made an absolute mess of them. You moaned into his mouth and rolled your hips into his, despite your many attempted efforts to not seem too desperate. One of your favorite things about Josh, though?

He lived for it.

He broke the kiss, bringing his mouth to suck on the spot right below your jaw, sliding his tongue over the spot when he’d finished, making your squirm in his lap again.

He chuckled softly, speaking into your skin. “Aww, baby. You need me already?”

You sighed, trying to pull yourself back together. You watched him grin while he watched your breath heave from your chest. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

His voice was low and sweet. “No. I just like giving you a hard time. You can have my cock whenever you want it. You know I can’t tell you ‘no.’”

You got out of his lap and into the floor in front of him, kneeling on the soft carpet, watching as his brow furrowed.

“Where are you going?”

“I need you to take these off,” you said, running your hand up his thigh.

“But–,” he started. “But what ab–.”

“Shh,” you interrupted, your heart swelling in your chest at his concern. He always insisted on starting with you, no matter the circumstance. Always. “Just take these off and relax, honey.”

He did as you asked, lifting his hips to allow you to slip his pants and jacket off along with his underwear before settling into the couch. You let your eyes slowly wander over him, paying special attention to the well-defined muscles of his chest and the sharp indentations of his hips as he sat, watching you.

Your thoughts quickly became intrusive, and you decided to let them win, placing soft kisses on his thighs as you ran your hand up and down his hardened length. The closer you got to his cock, the more frequently you felt him twitch in your hand, his need for your mouth becoming more and more apparent by the second.

“God, you really enjoy yourself, don’t you?” He asked, his breath growing heavy.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, Josh. Not being a smartass.”

His eyes widened and he fought a grin of disbelief, ultimately losing. His brows raised. “Well that’s a little harder to do than you think when you’re quite literally doing everything but taking my cock in your mouth.”

Your brows raised in response. “Oh really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

You pressed your tongue against the base of his cock and ran it up the entirety of the underside of him, softly letting his head slip just barely between your parted lips before you paused, fixing your eyes on his. He let out a breath, his hands finding their way to your hair before tilting his head back and gently pushing his hips up in an attempt to get you to take him further. You slid your mouth off of him, and his head lifted to look at you, his eyes confused and shamelessly yearning.

“Mama,” he breathed.

“Hmm,” you hummed, trailing your lips to the sharp lines of his hips, placing kisses on the spots where his pelvic bone jutted out the highest. He moaned as you took your time there, your hand working him simultaneously.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Josh. I can’t fucking stand it,” you said softly.

He moaned again, his hands wrapping around your roots. You flattened your tongue against the deep lines of his hips, slowly dragging your tongue around the various contours of his lap.

“Mama, please,” he said, a bit of a whine cracking through in desperation.

You made your eyes big and looked up at him. “Are you sure you want my mouth? Or would you rather have something else?” You asked, your tone even, firm.

He swallowed hard before letting his mouth fall open.

“Hm?”

“I don’t care what you give me,” he started between heavy pants, “I need you so fucking bad I’ll take anything you want.”

Your heat instantly wept for him, and you felt yourself involuntarily clench. You peeled yourself off of his legs and sank down closer to the floor. “Come here.”

He descended into the floor with you, bringing a pillow down with him from the couch, sliding it under your hips to make you as comfortable as you could possibly be while you quickly removed your clothes and tossed them into a heap beside you.

You placed your legs on either side of his hips, and he brought his knees up closer to you, spreading your legs as wide as he could without hurting you. Gently, he slid his cock into your warm, dripping pussy before lowering himself and pressing his lips against yours.

You wrapped an arm around his back and tangled your other hand in his hair as he thrusted his hips, licking around the inside of your mouth like it was his last meal. You felt yourself grow wetter by the second from the sense of depravity you felt oozing from every inch of him, like it was impossible for him to get enough of you.

He wasted virtually no time at all before picking up his pace, the friction of his skin rubbing against yours quickly making enough heat for you both to break a sweat. The pendant and necklace that sat on his chest also grew hotter by the second as it stayed fixed against the swell of your breast. He rocked into you with such a fast, driving force, you felt yourself rushing toward and orgasm fairly early on.

You lost yourself in the sounds of him sliding in and out of you, along with his quick breaths and grunts that accompanied each thrust of his hips. Starving for him, you pulled him into your mouth and kept him there while he fucked you, only breaking the seal of your lips to breathe when you couldn’t take it anymore. He licked and sucked at your lips, taking them between his teeth on occasion and tugging them, eliciting broken moans from your throat from the impact of his hips. You felt him tilt his head up and away from you, his brows furrowed hard as he pushed deeper and deeper into your heat.

“God, keep fucking kissing me,” you breathed, “please.”

You strained under him, trying to hold out, squeezing his cock as hard as you could, but you felt yourself slipping quickly. Just as you were about to give in, Josh’s head shot up, his mouth leaving yours with a smack of his lips, his entire body absolutely rigid. His teeth were gnashed together, his face a deep crimson, a strangled cry escaping the depth of his throat. Your stomach immediately dropped, knowing that this was not a look of pleasure, but of pain. Your chest tightened as you fought to sit up, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Fuck, Josh! What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked, the alarm in your voice prevalent. His arms couldn’t hold him up any longer, and he sunk down on top of you, slipping over to your side, his cock slipping out of you as well. He cried out again as he rolled on to his back, bending one leg at the knee before straightening it back out and repeating the process.

You immediately crawled down to his leg to see where the problem was, and you quickly noticed the bulge in the middle of his calf muscle that wouldn’t recede despite the number of times he’d tried to stretch it out. You made quick work of stretching his leg and pressing the ball of your hand as deeply into the muscle as you could to work out the cramp. After you succeeded, you let him catch his breath, still gently massaging his leg, keeping your eyes trained on his expression.

“Forgot to stretch this morning, huh?”

Through heavy breaths, he playfully squinted at you. A grin spreading over his features. “Fuck off,” he teased.

You giggled, turning him to sit up so that his back rested against the base of the couch. “Give the old man a break, huh? Is that better?”

His face blushed a soft pink, and he rolled his eyes. “You’re an ass,” he chuckled.

“And you’re one to talk?” You asked, rolling your hips against his throbbing cock. “Your ass is fucking perfect.”

He laughed at you then, his eyes closing, his nose scrunching, and his perfect teeth shining. You pulled him into you again and kissed him, picking up your hips and slowly sinking down on his length. His mouth fell open again, and a melodic moan slipped past his lips, reminding you of the song he was humming when he’d first arrived to the green room.

As you slowly lifted yourself up before sinking down again, you asked him, “What was that song you were humming when you came in earlier?”

His eyes glinted mischievously at you, and he smirked. “You’ll have to come listen to the B-stage set and find out.”

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“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”

Just then, you heard the speakers in the arena turn up to full volume, followed by the deafening roar of the thousands of people inside. The pirate-esque introduction song that played at each show while the boys took the stage had started, and in doing so, muffled the now uninhibited sounds that spilled from Josh’s mouth.

You gave him everything you had to tip him over his edge, and you succeeded, immediately feeling the searing sensation of him releasing deep inside your core.

After the two of you had cleaned up, he rushed to throw his clothes back on, and you did the same. Just as he was about to leave, he quickly turned back around and pulled you into a feverish kiss, his tongue slipping inside your mouth one final time. You pulled back, smoothing your hands over his jacket and giving him a quick dusting off before turning him around and following him out the door. Microphone in-hand, he turned and blew you a quick kiss as you heard the crowd scream once again, followed by the intro to “The Falling Sky.” You watched him fast-walk down the long hall to the steps to go up on stage, taking care not to let his leg cramp up again. You giggled as you heard him start to sing the first verse, only having made it halfway to the stairs.

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At the halfway point of the show, the boys took the B-stage and performed their acoustic set. You’d managed to mix yourself into the crowd with a bird’s-eye-view of Josh as he walked about, interacting with the other boys and fans in a much more intimate way than he could on the main stage. Toward the end of the set, you’d gotten distracted, your eyes wandering around to all the people that surrounded you.

As Josh introduced the final song of the set, you were pulled back from your daze, your chest tightening at his words.

“This next song is a special one. I hadn’t planned on singing this tonight, but special people call for special occasions, right?” His brilliant smile flashed and melted every solid part of you as he blew a kiss to the fans in your direction before locking eyes with you for only a fraction of a second, leaving you with a wink before starting the song, later to be accompanied by Sam on the piano.

“These- arms- of- miiiiiiinneeee,

Theyyy are lo-one-leey,

Lo-onely and feeli-inn blue.

Theeeese arms of miiinnneee

Theyyy are yearr-niinn’,

Yearning from wantiii-iing you.

And if youu-ouuu,

Would let them– hoo-oo-oold you,

Oohhh how gratefu-ull I will beee.”

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