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Head First

j.m.k. x f.reader

part one

a/n: i had an idea for a little josh blurb inspired by this lizzie mcalpine song and i’ve decided to make it into a short series! friends to lovers josh is always my favorite, i hope you guys like it!! the next part will be current day...

summary: You and Josh grew up next door to each other, spending almost your entire life together. He was your closest friend, and that’s how it had always been. One summer, the two of you attend a music festival with your group of friends and a switch seems to flip for him that day, hurling you head first into a weekend of surprises. It feels as though everything has finally fallen into place, but young love is not always meant to last...

word count: 7.9k

warnings: this story contains smut! minors DNI!!! swearing, drinking, flirting, yearning, nicknames, sexually implicit language, heavy petting, kissing; SMUT: oral sex (f. and m. receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, Y'ALL), praise kink if you squint i guess, dirty talk, soft dom! josh, fluff at the end! aftercare always!

JULY 2019

“Guys, seriously, come on. We were supposed to leave over half an hour ago!” you yell from the bottom of the stairs. You get no response, so you scoff, storm up the steep stairs to the hallway, and look around for movement. You see the bathroom door cracked open and walk over to push it open, revealing Josh still fixing his curly hair in the mirror.

You roll your eyes and clear your throat to get his attention, causing him to look over at you. “Oh, hey honey,” he says, giving you a sheepish smile. “Josh, it’s almost 8:30! If we don’t leave now, then we won’t have any time to get ready before we have to go down to the festival! You can fix your hair more when we get to the hotel, please,” you plead, making a praying motion with your hands, and giving him the biggest puppy eyes you can manage.

“Yes yes, I know, I’m sorry. I’ll help you round up the rest of them, okay?” he says, taking one last look in the mirror before turning the light off and heading down to the other end of the hallway. Josh breaks off first to enter his room and find his equally tardy twin, who’s still asleep. You giggle as you hear him yell at his brother to wake up, followed by a loud startled scream from Jake.

You enter Sam’s room to find him lying on his bed scrolling through his phone while Daniel is playing the guitar lightly. “Hello? What are you two doing? Come on, get up, let’s go!” you scold them, making Sam jump out of his seat. Danny chuckles to himself as he gets up to put his guitar back in its case.

They gather their packed bags and file out of the room, heading down the stairs. As you return to the hallway, you see Josh and his seemingly exhausted twin exiting the room. Jake descends the stairs with a groan as Josh follows closely behind him, shooting you a wink before he disappears.

Finally, you all finish packing the car and can finally get on the road. The five of you were heading to the Cosmic Sound Festival down in Detroit, something you and Josh planned months ago. The drive was just under 2 hours, so you were still able to get to the hotel in time to change and get ready before you had to be at the grounds for the first set at 12, or so you hoped. You feel grateful that this break in their tour allowed for you all to go to the festival together, as the time you spent together these days was few and far between.

“I call shotgun!” you shout, hurrying to open the door before one of the others beats you to it. “Hey, that’s not fair, Smalls! You always get shotgun!” Sam yells from behind you.

You roll your eyes and turn around to face him. “Yeah, because why would I ever want to be crammed in the back with you idiots? No, thanks. I’m good up here with Josh,” you reply, sticking your nose up at him and smiling proudly before getting into the car and closing the door. Josh shrugs and laughs lightly before getting into the driver’s side, with the rest of the boys following suit and getting into their seats.

Josh turns the car on and rolls the windows down to feel the cool summer breeze. “Ready, Saph?” he says, turning his head to look at you with a wide, crooked smile. His nickname for you never fails to make you smile. He had that effect on you, as he did with a lot of people. He first gave you the nickname in the fourth grade, after you’d learned about different types of gemstones in science class.

The two of you were walking out of the classroom to go to lunch as you turned to look at Josh. “I think rose quartz might be my favorite. They’re so pretty. Which one was your favorite?” you asked. He thought about it for a moment and said, “Sapphire. They’re so blue, and they’re valuable. Pretty, too.” You nodded and smiled at him, then turned your attention back to walking to the lunchroom.

“You’re like a sapphire, you know,” he continued. You looked back up at him with a questioning look. He pointed and said, “Your eyes, they’re the bluest I’ve ever seen. And pretty. Like a sapphire.” You blushed and looked away, not really knowing what to say. “I think I’ll call you Sapphire,” he said. You looked back up at him and smiled timidly. “Okay.”

The nickname has stuck ever since, though it’s almost always shortened. But it’s just his, and that’s what makes it special. Josh was your best friend in the whole world, as well as your longest friend. The Kiszkas were your next-door neighbors your entire life, and you all became friends practically right away. Being the same age as the twins, your mother would bring you over to their house at a very young age, so the three of you grew up together.

Watching Sam grow up and meeting Danny was something you always felt very thankful for. You had the best group of friends that you could ever ask for, who loved and cared for you like you were their own flesh and blood. You also got to watch as the music they made in their garage late on school nights became something much more.

You spent endless nights lying on the battered old couch in the Kiszkas’ garage as the four of them played together. Jake had always played guitar for as long as you could remember and Josh always loved singing, performing in the school musicals with you every year.

But near the end of high school, you watched as Jake’s dream became their collective dream and they started playing gigs around town and in other close cities. Before you knew it, they would make music that would reach thousands of people and tour places all around the world.

Admittedly, you fear for the day that the band gets even bigger than it is now, knowing that they’ll have to leave you. Your whole life was here in Michigan, and you knew that one day their journey would take them much further than here. You help your father run his business in Frankenmuth now, an old music store, where you sell instruments and sometimes teach lessons when he’s busy. You were needed here, and you knew that the guys wouldn’t be able to stay here forever.

For now, their home was still in Michigan, despite their time being taken up by near-constant touring and writing new music. They were just gone for several months on tour and will be returning to touring at the beginning of fall, so now is the chance to spend time with them.

Josh knew how much you missed them when they were away, so he tried to fill up your time this summer with as many activities as possible. He was always thoughtful in the way he planned things, wanting to get the most out of any experience.

“Ready,” you reply with a smile, plugging your phone in to connect to the aux. You press shuffle on your road trip playlist and Got To Get You Into My Life by the Beatles comes on first. “Ah, perfect!” Josh says, smiling as he starts to sing along and drives out of their driveway, down a long winding road toward Detroit. The five of you spend the whole car ride singing along to your favorite songs, with Jake usually vocalizing every single guitar solo.

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Day One

You finally get to the hotel around 10:30, giving you all enough time to get ready before driving to the festival grounds. You got two rooms next to each other, putting Danny and Sam together in one and you and the twins in the other. The room had a pullout couch, which Jake promised he’d stay on since he “barely gets any sleep these days anyway,” and you know that he’ll be out much later than you and Josh will be. He always manages to go off on his own at these types of things.

You throw your things onto one of the beds and then turn to Josh. “Just let me have the bathroom for like twenty minutes and then it’s all yours, okay Diana Ross?” you say, referencing his long, poofy head of hair that goes almost down to his shoulders. He chuckles and flops down on his bed, putting his hands behind his head. “Okay, okay! Whatever, I’ll take some much-needed beauty rest in the meantime,” he says, shutting his eyes as you turn toward your bed, grab your makeup bag and outfit for the day, and then head into the bathroom.

Knowing how hot it was outside this weekend, you decide to wear a pair of short overalls with a burnt orange sports bra underneath to match your Converse of the same color. You pull your hair half up, putting that half-section of hair into a messy bun and pulling out some front pieces to frame your face.

With your hair done and out of your face, you just apply a base of makeup and use setting spray so that you don’t sweat it off. You place your aviator sunglasses on the top of your head and then exit the bathroom. “All yours,” you say, going to sit on the edge of your bed and plug your phone in to charge until it’s time to leave.

With your back turned, you can’t see the way that Josh is looking at you. As always, you were oblivious to it. He gets up from the bed and grabs his clothes, and as he walks over to the bathroom he turns around to look back at you.

You’re just sitting there, scrolling away on your phone, but he stands there for a moment to admire you; the way your eyelashes curl upward, the way your long hair lays down your back, the way the bare skin of your torso peaks through in your overalls. He sighs to himself quietly, then turns around and goes into the bathroom.

Jake didn’t need to use the bathroom, he was already dressed and ready to go in a short-sleeved button-down shirt (half-unbuttoned), jeans, and light brown Chelsea boots. You couldn’t imagine how that would be comfortable for a festival, but Jake’s fashion always eluded you.

Next thing you know, Josh emerges from the bathroom, hair all “fixed.” He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt with a burnt orange bandana, accidentally matching you, and some khaki shorts and white sneakers. You look up at him and smile, and he says, “Okay! Let’s rock and roll!”

The three of you go next door to collect Sam and Danny, who are thankfully ready to go. Sam pulled his long hair into a low bun and threw on a loose long-sleeve button-down with the sleeves rolled up paired with shorts, contrasting Danny in his band tee and skinny jeans, who has also pulled his hair back.

You all head down to the car and drive over to the festival, planning to try and get there early to watch Tame Impala’s set at 4 PM- Jake’s idea of course. The 1975 will go on at the same stage at 8 PM, which is what you’re looking forward to more. The main event, however, will be Hozier tomorrow night, which is something you’re all anticipating. You’ll also go to see Tyler Childers tomorrow afternoon before Hozier’s set, at Josh’s request.

Jake, Sam, and Danny want to be close to the front for Tame Impala’s set, so they rush to the front to save a spot while you and Josh go to find the alcohol. You walk ahead of Josh, trying to weave in and out of the crowd to find the booth, holding his hand tightly behind you to stay together. As always, with your back turned you can’t see the pink hue that has graced his cheeks at the feeling of your hand tight in his.

Finally, you approach the table and get in line. As Josh meets you at your side, he squeezes your hand tightly before dropping it and combing his fingers through his hair. Your face softens as you look at him for a moment before turning to look around you. The line isn’t too terribly long, luckily, since you both desired to be far more intoxicated.

“God, it’s hot, huh?” you say, reaching behind you to pull your hair off of your neck and wipe off the sweat. Josh nods and wipes some droplets of sweat off of his forehead. “Yeah, it’s not ideal, is it? We’ll make do though, I’m sure. We always do,” he says with a smile, always the optimist. You reach the front of the line shortly and order two Bud Lights, three black cherry White Claws, and five bottles of water, and then turn to head back to the main stage. They gave you bags, thank god, since you wouldn’t possibly be able to carry all of those drinks back by yourselves.

“Still feeling hot?” Josh asks with a smirk as he walks next to you with the bag of water bottles in his hand. You nod and before you can react, he giggles as he takes one of the bottles out of the bag and shoves it into your bare side, causing you to scream from the cold touch. You shove him away from you and yell, “Josh! What the hell is wrong with you? That was so cold!”

He’s cracking up as he comes back close to you and snakes his arm around you, pulling you into him. “Sorry, Saph. You said you were hot! A gentleman is meant to help a lady in need, is he not?” You roll your eyes and then lean into him. “You’re such an idiot,” you scoff. “Your idiot,” he replies with a smile.

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You finally make it back to the guys, who have found a spot a few rows back from the barricade. You hand everyone their drinks and point to Danny and Sam with a stern finger. “You’re both lucky I bought these for you. Behave yourselves, if you get caught I don’t want to go down with you,” you say as they both laugh and take a sip of their drinks.

You all hang out and listen to the set of one of the smaller artists who’s playing on the stage now, just vibing to the music. It didn’t matter if any of you knew who it was or what they were playing, it was just fun to be there together. You smiled and danced by yourself to the songs, in your own world. Josh is to your right, the two of you are standing just behind the others as you’d gotten there later. He looks over at you with a content smile as he watches you enjoy yourself, appreciating how lucky he feels to be there in that moment.

You feel his eyes on you this time, however. You turn your head to look at him and a smile grows across your face as you lock eyes with him. “What?” you ask, turning to face him. “Nothing, darling. Just you,” he answers, looking down at you. “Just me? What about me?”

He reaches down to brush some hair out of your face. “All of you. I just feel very grateful to be here with you, Saph.” Your cheeks flush as you look up at him with a shy smile. There’s some conflict in his eyes and you can tell that he wants to say more, but he doesn’t.

You reach up to wrap your arms around him and pull him in for a tight hug, breathing him in. You feel him sigh into your neck and put his arms around your waist as you squeeze him tightly and then pull away, his arms still around you. When you look up into his eyes at that moment, there’s a feeling there that you don’t recognize, a strong force pulling you toward him. You find yourself not wanting to let go, feeling this innate need to be close to him. It almost feels out of control. You’re not sure what triggered it or what you’re meant to do, but you plan to find out.

The set ends and people file out of the pit slowly. You have some time before the 1975’s set, and even though you don’t want to lose your spot, you need a break. Jake and Sam split off and say that they’re going to go to the Strokes set in an hour, so they head to another stage. Danny opts to stay for the 1975 set with you and Josh and says he’ll hold the spot if you and Josh take a break and go get food and water.

The two of you go to find a food truck to get something to eat, struggling to make your way through the crowd. As you approach the field where all the food trucks are, you look to your left and exclaim, “Oh my god, look! They have a big water sprinkler! C’mon Josh, let’s go let’s go!”

You grab his hand and pull him after you toward the sprinkler, where dozens of other people are cooling off in the cold water. You run under the water and turn around to face him, giggling and pulling him under with you. He smiles wide as the water hits his head, drenching his hair and causing it to lay long and flat on his shoulders. He shuts his eyes tight as it soaks him and his white shirt becomes completely damp, causing it to stick tight to his skin.

Your hair is wet and sticking to your cheeks and you know your overalls will be wet all night, considering jean materials never dry quickly, but you don’t care. The cool water feels so good on your skin after such a long day as you lean your head back and soak it all in.

You look over at Josh, smiling from ear to ear and you stop to admire how honestly beautiful he looks like this. He slicked his wet hair to lay down his back and you watch as little droplets of water drip onto his cheeks from his thick eyebrows. You can see hints of his abdominal muscles thanks to the tightness of his wet t-shirt and you’d be lying if you said that your eyes didn’t linger there.

You pull him into you, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your wet clothes are sticking tight to both of you- a slightly uncomfortable feeling but welcomed for the experience to cool down. “Your shirt is wet,” you state matter-of-factly, giggling as you pull back a bit to look at him. “Really? You’re kidding,” he laughs, reaching his hands down to swipe the wet hair off of your face.

You sigh and look up at him with a grin. “Hungry?” you ask. “Starved,” he says. He looks down at you for a moment, his eyes drift to your lips for a second and linger there before traveling up to meet your gaze, the look on his face much more serious than you were ever used to. You take a deep breath, the moment starting to feel a bit more intimate than you’d anticipated. “Let’s go get some walking tacos!” you say, leaving the sprinkler and heading toward the food trucks.

Josh sheds his shirt off as you walk, needed to squeeze the water out and let it dry in the sun for a bit. You’ve seen him shirtless your whole life, you should be used to it by now, but you have to admit that it felt different this time. You let yourself stare a bit too long at the way his wet chest shimmers in the light of the sun, realizing that you need to snap out of it and stop getting distracted.

You and Josh grab your walking tacos, saving one for Danny and grabbing a few more bottles of water, then start the trek back to the stage. You both decide to eat a bit as you walk, being so hungry that you can’t wait until you get back. As you walk, Josh drops a bit of ground beef onto his bare chest and you erupt into laughter.

“Here, let me get it,” you manage to get out through laughs. You both stop walking and you take a napkin out of the bag and then bring it to his chest. You wipe a bit from his chest and then notice a bit of sauce further down toward his belly button.

You reach down and wipe that as well, hearing his breath catch a bit at the feeling of your hand there. Your eyes shoot up to his face, which is now a light shade of pink. Your lips turn up slightly into a subtle smile and you say, “There. All better.” You take your hand away and watch him finally breathe out, then turn away and start walking again. Interesting.

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You reach Daniel back at your spot by the stage and hand him his food. “What happened to you guys? You’re soaking wet,” he asks. “We found a water sprinkler. Felt great,” you answer with a smile. He shrugs and starts eating his food and the three of you hang out until it’s time for the band to come on. Josh slips his shirt back on, which is now significantly less damp.

The 1975 comes on stage as the sun starts to go down, cooling the air down considerably. You’re having so much fun dancing around with your best friends and there’s truly nowhere else you’d rather be. You and Danny sing along to every song as Josh watches and dances along, not really knowing the songs but having fun, nonetheless.

The band closes out the set with your favorite song, Sex. You scream as the song starts and jump around with a wide smile on your face, taking Josh’s hand in yours. He jumps with you, watching you instead of the show as you jump around grinning ear to ear, singing along.

When they get to the third verse, however, Josh can’t take his eyes off of you. The way you’re dancing and singing to a song with these kinds of lyrics is doing something to him that he didn’t expect.

Now we're just outside of town,

And you're making your way down

And I'm not trying to stop you, love,

If we're gonna do anything, we might as well just fuck

You sing along to the song as you take his hands in yours and dance with him. His eyes are piercing through you as he studies you, but you don’t notice with all the excitement. As the chorus starts, he pulls you in and twirls you around, smiling down at you.

You sway with him as the chorus continues and the song ends, much closer than you’d expected to be with your chests touching. As the crowd erupts into applause, you find yourself getting lost in his eyes for a moment. He’s looking down at you, his breath a bit heavy from the dancing, trying to get a glimpse of what’s going on inside your mind.

Before you can say anything, Danny turns around to you guys and says “Well, time to go,” then starts heading toward the exit. You snap back into reality at that moment, releasing your hold on Josh and stepping back a bit, then following after Danny. Josh follows closely behind.

The three of you head back to the hotel after getting a text that Jake and Sam planned to go to a bar down the street from where you’re staying before returning. They say they’ll meet you at the hotel, so you leave without them. When you arrive, you split off from Daniel at his room and then you and Josh head into yours.

You go into the bathroom to put on a tank top and a pair of sweatshorts then wash your face and pull your hair back into a low ponytail. You open the bathroom door and see that Josh has already changed, having thrown on a pair of sweatpants and opting to go without a shirt. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, reading something on his phone, and looks up as he hears you come out.

He watches you as you walk toward your bed and sit down there across from him. He seems a bit deep in thought, his face not as lit up as usual. “Tired?” you ask, bringing your legs up onto the bed and leaning to your left arm onto the pillow. “Yeah, something like that,” he says, giving you a half smile. He goes to lie down but still faces your direction, and you do the same, just looking at him for a moment before finally speaking again.

“Hey, Josh?” you say, looking at him across the chasm between your beds.

“Yeah, Saph?” he answers.

“I miss you a lot when you’re gone.”

“I know, darling. We miss you too, always.”

“I mean just you. Not that I don’t miss the others too, but… You make everything better, Josh. Everything feels so much easier when you’re here,” you confess, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.

“Everything is easier with you there, too. It’s like you add air to my lungs. You walk into a room and it’s like a breath of fresh air,” he answers, smiling back at you.

Your face drops a little bit and you want to say more, but before you get the chance, you hear the door as Jake waltzes in, drunk off his ass. “Oh. You’re still up,” he slurs out, then flops down onto the bed he’s made on the couch.

Josh leans up to turn the lamp off and looks over at you. “Goodnight, honey,” he says, turning the switch. “Goodnight.”

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Day Two

The hotel alarm clock goes off at 9 AM, bright and early. You rub your eyes and sit up in your bed as you hear groans from the other side of the room. “Oi! Turn that shit off!” Jake hollers from the couch. You chuckle as you turn off the alarm and get up to start getting ready.

Josh is still sleeping peacefully, having not heard the alarm at all. He snores lightly as you walk over to his bed and bring your hand down to his head, brushing his hair back out of his face and then shaking his shoulder softly.

“Come on, honey. Time to get up,” you say as his eyes flutter open and land on you, causing him to give you a sleepy, toothless grin. “Morning, Saph,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he sits up in bed. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Long day ahead of us,” you reply, heading into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

You pull your hair back into a loose French braid down your back and then wash your face and apply some base makeup once again. You put on a small sky-blue cropped tank top and black biker shorts, then open the bathroom door and walk back into the room.

Considering you were spending the weekend with four men, you knew they wouldn’t be changing their outfits that much. Josh had subbed out his white t-shirt for a black one of the same kind, wearing similar-looking shorts. Jake wore a Guns n Roses t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a darker pair of jeans.

You sit down on the edge of your bed across from Josh and tie on your Converse. “I quite like how you styled your hair,” Josh says, looking over at you. “Beautiful.” You take your attention away from your shoes to look at him, trying to make sure you heard him right. He’s looking at you in such adoration, it’s hard for you to understand.

You smile shyly and blush a bit as your eyes lock with his before turning your attention back to your shoes. “Thank you, Josh…” you mumble, not sure how to react, especially with Jake in the room. His presence becomes especially apart when you hear him chuckle to himself behind you at his brother’s attempt at flattery. Josh scoffs and then stands up and walks toward the door. “Shall we?” he says, opening the door. The three of you file out and meet up with Sam and Danny and then go to the car once again.

When you arrive at the grounds, you all get drinks together and have a round or two before Tyler Childers’ set at 3 PM. You didn’t know much of his music, but Josh really liked him and you were tipsy enough not to worry about it too much. The five of you had a spot closer to the barricade this time since you’d gotten there early enough, so you had a great view of the stage.

Josh enjoyed the set, smiling and grooving to the music. The songs were folky and country, which made it quite easy to dance along and enjoy it. You watched Josh as he blissfully watched the show, unaware of how truly content he looked and how it made you feel. You couldn’t help but smile as you studied him, admiring how much kindness and beauty exuded from his soul.

You looked at how his curls looked as the summer breeze blew lightly. You watched how his eyes squinted as he smiled wider and sang along. You observed how his lips looked- full, pink, and warm. You admired his hands as they were wrapped around his torso, almost like he was hugging himself. You couldn’t look away even if you tried. He was an enigma.

There was a particular song at the end of the set that really sparked something in him, All Your’n. When it started, Josh took his gaze away from the performance to look at you with a grin. He wrapped his arm around you, his hand gripping your right shoulder softly as he leaned his head to the side on top of yours and sang along to the song.

So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out

I ain't lying

I'm all your'n and you're all mine

You smile as you dance with him to his favorite song. Seeing him happy was all you needed in the world, and you’d do anything to be the one contributing to it. Your face flushes as you feel him place a soft kiss on the top of your head and then nestle his head on your shoulder, swaying as the song comes to an end. At that moment, there was nowhere you’d rather be. You knew you’d do anything to experience this feeling every day, for the rest of your life.

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The five of you went to the other side of the grounds to eat a quick dinner before returning to your spot by the stage. As you ate, your mind was clouded with only thoughts of Josh and how different things felt. Of course, you’ve always felt a deep connection with him, a bond that could never be broken. You loved him, but the context of that love felt different now.

You’re unsure if it was the recent distance due to their tour or just that the two of you were growing up but after today, your love for him has seemed to turn into adoration. Being with him felt like a piece of you had been returned to you, as though you were only truly whole when he was by your side. His presence felt like breathing fresh air into your lungs after being submerged under water. You understand now what it means, and you think he does too.

Soon, it’s time to get back for Hozier’s set, what you’d all been waiting for. All of the guys were a fan of his, but none of them were nearly as big of a fan as you were. Every song felt like it reflected your soul and your heart in a way that no other music does.

The set begins and you know every song, of course. He plays all of his hits, one of your favorites being Jackie and Wilson. As he sings the song, you’re dancing around and pull Josh in to dance with you. You take his hands in yours and sway with him, jumping around with the largest grin imaginable spread across your face. He’s smiling back down at you and laughing as he lets you maneuver him in whatever way you want to. He even twirls you around a few times, making you giggle.

The mood switches as Hozier begins to play Work Song, which is one that has always resonated with you. You keep Josh’s hand in yours as you watch and sing along. You feel him give your hand a tight squeeze, causing you to look up at him. He gives you a closed-lip smile as he looks down at you, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment.

There’s nothing sweeter than my baby

I’d never want from the cherry tree

‘Cause my baby’s sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin’ me

The other guys were standing in front of you and despite the crowd of people behind you, you suddenly felt alone there in that moment, eyes never straying from each other’s gaze. Your expression softens as you turn your body to face him and he wraps his arm around your waist and lowers his head to press his forehead to yours. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath as the song continues, swaying with him.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her

You open your eyes and meet his, breathing heavily from the heat of the crowd as well as the tension. You start to overthink the entire situation but before you’re able to voice your thoughts, Josh finally brings his lips to yours. Your entire body relaxes in his arms as he pulls you closer to him. It feels as though he’s put the air back into your lungs, like you’ve been living your whole life without something that you know now that you could never live without.

You bring your hands up the back of his neck as you deepen the kiss. You grip his hair at the nape of his neck lightly, eliciting a quiet groan from Josh. He nips your bottom lip and you giggle as you finally pull away, his arms still holding you. It’s almost like the rest of the world disappeared in that moment, you heard the song playing on but you didn’t even notice.

The set ends and you quickly let go of each other before the others turn around to face you. Something you can’t hide, however, is the pink hue on both of your cheeks and swollen lips, which slightly gives you away.

“Ready to go? I could sleep for a day, it feels like,” Danny says, starting to head out toward the exit. You all start to walk out as Jake elbows his twin, chuckling and whispering, “Feeling okay there, brother? You’re looking a little… flushed.”

Josh rolls his eyes and walks a bit faster as he mutters, “Yes, Jake, I’m perfectly fine,” and takes your hand to drag you with him. You laugh as you follow closely behind him to the car and he drives the five of you back to the hotel for the night.

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You all arrive back at the hotel and as you get out of the car, Jake says, “You guys wanna go find somewhere to have a few pints?” Danny and Sam all answer in agreement, but Josh shakes his head. You look at him for a moment and meet his eyes. “Yeah, I think Josh and I might stay back, if that’s okay. It’s been a long couple of days,” you say, looking back at the guys with a shy smile.

Jake chuckles to himself. “Okay then, suit yourself. If you’re so tired, then I won’t come in late and wake you. I’ll stay with Sam and Daniel,” he answers with a wink to Josh. Damn these twins, you can’t get anything past them. Josh sighs and says okay before turning to head inside the hotel. You follow him up, beginning to feel a bit nervous.

Josh opens the door to your room and you both walk inside, closing the door behind you. When the door is finally shut, Josh turns around to face you. Before you can say anything, his lips find yours once again. You sigh into his mouth as he pushes you up against the door, his hands holding your waist tightly.

Your hands find their place around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his hands traveling from your waist to the swells of your ass. “Fuck,” you gasp under your breath, the feeling of his hands on you becoming almost too much to handle. That’s when he uses his grip to lift you and wrap your legs around his waist, bringing you over to your bed and laying you down.

He stands at the edge of the bed and removes his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift movement. You take that moment to remove your own, sitting up on your elbows for a moment as you take it off and then pull your sports bra over your head.

Josh looks down to admire you for a moment before leaning over you, still standing but kneeling one leg slightly on the bed. He pulls you in for a kiss with one hand cupping your cheek as he reaches the other down to grasp your breast, kneading it softly with his fingers and groaning quietly into your mouth.

“Saph, you are so beautiful. Sculpted by God himself,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “Josh…” you start, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. “Shhh,” he whispers, bringing his finger to your lips. “We can discuss it later. Right now, I just need to feel you… gotta make sure that this isn’t some sort of dream.”

He leans back away from you to lower himself to the floor and then starts pulling down the waistband of your shorts. Leaning up on your elbows, you watch as he pulls your shorts down, agonizingly slow. He brings his hands down to pull them down over the curves of your ass when he notices that you’d opted to go without any underwear today. He kisses your inner thigh with a low moan and then looks up at you and says, “No panties? Dirty girl…”

He helps you out of your shorts the rest of the way then reaches up to grasp your ass cheeks, causing you to spread your legs for him. “So perfect,” he mutters, reaching one hand down to run his fingers through your folds. “Is this all for me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you with his eyes dark with lust.

“All for you, Josh. Only you,” you nod, sighing at the feeling of his fingers right where you’ve longed for them to be. “Lucky me…” he whispers before lowering his mouth down to your aching core. He licks into you like a man starved, lapping up the wetness at your folds before wrapping his lips tightly around your clit, making you whine and lean your head back.

He inserts one finger inside you, causing you to moan again, and then removes his mouth from you to speak. “Look at me, baby. Wanna see how angelic you look when I bring you over the edge.” You look down at him and he curls his finger inside of you before adding another one. He attaches his lips back onto you, sucking lightly as he curls his fingers inside of you, eliciting all kinds of lude noises from your mouth, which was exactly what he wanted.

“God, Josh. Fuck, I’m so close,” you whine, gripping the comforter of the bed tightly as you continue to look down at him. “Give it to me, angel. Want it so bad, do it,” he says against your clit with a groan, quickening his movements. You finally feel the band snap inside you and call out his name as he works you through it, taking his mouth off of you and slowing his fingers inside of you.

He kisses your inner thigh again before bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your release off of them. “Mmm, fuck. You taste like heaven, my love. I fear I might get addicted,” he says, standing up to remove his shorts along with his boxers, stepping out of them, and then leaning back down to kiss you. He licks into your mouth and holds the back of your head steadily as you bring your hand down to stroke him lightly.

He groans against you and ruts his hips into your hand and you quicken your pace and then lean up to push him off of you. “My turn,” you say with a smirk, pushing him down onto the bed to lay with his head on the pillow. He looks up at you as the corners of his mouth turn into a smile and you crawl up toward him, taking his hardened length into your hand.

You bend down and swirl the tip with your tongue, then take it into your mouth. You work your mouth down onto it slowly until your nose touches the happy trail on his lower abdomen. You’re met with a long groan from Josh as he leans his head back onto the headboard with one of his hands gripping your hair lightly.

You continue to bob your head along his length, occasionally stopping to gag on it for a few moments at the hilt, causing him to sputter out various expletives. Before it gets too far, he goes to pull your head off of him with a groan. “Baby, if you keep going like that, I’m not gonna make it long enough to feel what this divine pussy feels like wrapped around me.” You blush at his direct language, something you’re still not used to hearing from him.

“You want me, Josh? Wanna feel me?” you tease, crawling up to straddle him, feeling his dick flush against your soaked folds. You reach down and put your hands around his neck, gripping his hair as you lean closer to him. “I need it, Saph. Haven’t been able to think about anything else all night besides how good it would feel to be inside you,” he whispers, holding your hips so tightly that you know it would leave a bruise.

You don’t need to hear anything else before you bring a hand down to grip his length and lift your hips to lower yourself down onto him. He grips your sides tighter as you make your way slowly to the hilt, adjusting to the size. He leans his head back with a groan as you finally lift your hips up and then back down.

He leans up to capture your lips with his and moans into your mouth as you grind repeatedly down onto him. “God, baby. Feels so good. So perfect for me,” he mutters, gripping you tightly as he starts to thrust up into you quickly, causing you to whine and try to steady yourself on the bed.

It feels unlike any other man you’ve ever been with. Not only do you feel safe and loved by someone you trust the most, but it feels like everything has finally fallen into place. The two of you were destined and your intimacy now only proves it further. You were meant to be his.

Josh flips you over onto your back and re-enters you, bringing his hand up to hold the back of your neck and kiss you passionately. His tongue slips past your lips as his other hand grips your hip and he thrusts into you, repeatedly hitting the same spot that drives you wild. “That’s it, honey, that’s it,” he whispers, bringing his hand from your hip to rub circles around your clit as he lowers his mouth to attach to one of your hardened nipples.

You moan at the overstimulating feeling of his mouth on you combined with his quick movements on your clit and throw your head back against the headboard. “Fuck, Josh, don’t stop I’m-” you mumble as he removes his mouth from you to interrupt you. “I know, baby, I’m right there with you. Let me have it.”

That’s all you need to hear before reaching your second orgasm, and Josh is not far behind you. He brings his mouth to yours as he finally releases inside of you, slowing his thrusts as he fucks it back into you until he stills his movements entirely. He brings his hand to caress your cheek and looks down at you with a wide smile, his cheeks flushed and rosy.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back, baby,” he says, pulling out of you slowly and then padding off toward the bathroom. He returns with a wet washcloth and a small cup of water, setting it down on the side table and then sitting down at the edge of the bed next to you. He cleans you up delicately, almost pampering you, and then reaches up to move some of your hair from in front of your eyes.

“So beautiful. I’m still not sure how I got so lucky,” he says, smiling down at you. You sit up a bit and kiss his lips sweetly, then lean your forehead against his. “I love you, Josh.”

“I love you too, my Sapphire. More than words, and you know I’m not usually speechless… You’re everything to me, Y/N,” he answers, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You both slip on some comfier clothes to sleep in, just in case Jake decides to come back in the morning. He then turns the lamp off then climbs into your bed with you, laying on his side to face you. You turn to face him as well, looking into his eyes silently for a moment.

“I’m not sure what I’d do without you, Josh. You’re my world, more than you know,” you admit.

“I know, my love. You’ll never have to find out. I’ll always be yours. Always,” he answers, bringing his hand down to stroke your hair affectionately. The two of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, where you were always meant to be.

Or so you thought. One can never predict where the road may take you… What seems to be love at one point can turn into nothing within a moment’s notice. Nothing lasts forever, despite all efforts to fight it. But love doesn’t always fade away entirely, does it?

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part two

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[sunnykiszka]

CRYING WHY DID HIS FACE GO BLANK SO FAST. WHO SPOKE THAT MADE HIM DO THAT

#Daniel you’re such a capricorn #Danny has RBF confirmed #greta van fleet #daniel wagner #danny gvf #josh gvf #jake kiszka #sammy gvf #jake gvf #joshkiszka #sam kiszka #gvf

[milkgemini]

Plus One

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: smut! 18+ minors DNI. fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight cock warming/cum play.

A/N: wedding josh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“How much longer?” Her voice was muffled behind the bathroom door of the hotel room. 

You stood in front of the large mirror, your hair wrapped around the curling iron. 

“15 minutes tops” you responded. 

Your makeup was finished as you worked on your hair. The last part was your outfit, which was easy. You decided on a pale green cocktail dress that fell an inch above your knee. The dress was tight in all the right places, accentuating your curves. 

Jessica was your friend from work. She had been there about a year longer than you, and immediately took you under her wing when you started. Eventually, the two of you became friends outside of work. Now, you’d consider Jess one of your closest friends. 

As soon as Jess received the invitation in the mail, she sent you a picture with the text “You’re coming.” 

Jess brought out the best in you. She was bubbly and outgoing at times where you were shy and quiet. You knew you wouldn’t know anyone at the wedding, as it was out of state, so you were glad to have her to cling onto for the entire night. 

Finishing off your makeup with setting spray, you exited the bathroom to slip your dress on. Jess assisted with your zipper before smoothing the fabric down your back. 

You glanced over your appearance in the mirror, putting in your favorite pair of dangly earrings. You looked beautiful. You smiled softly to your reflection, pleased with how you looked. 

“Ready?” Jess chirped as she collected her clutch from the bedside table. 

You glanced at your feet, your toes painted a soft pink shade. You had gotten them done just for the occasion. 

“As I’ll ever be.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, nerves beginning to set in at the realization of how many people would be at the venue, not a single one you knew. 

The ceremony was the easy part. Sit in your seat next to Jess and watch. You didn’t mind this part, as there was no conversation needed. 

Your bottom lip pouted out as you watched the bride kiss the groom, signifying their forever tie to each other. Being single didn’t bother you. You never really thought about it. But being at a wedding, watching other partners hold onto each other as they cheered for the new couple caused a subtle lonesome feeling to wash over you. 

The crowd followed after the newlyweds, ushering down the aisle. You held onto Jess’s wrist as she led the way to the room cocktail hour would be held in. 

The space was small, voices loud bouncing off the walls. Your eyes widened as you found the bar. The reception was what worried you the most, but you knew having a few drinks before you sat at the table would help. 

You chewed on the straw of your drink between your teeth as you once again trailed after Jess into the bigger room where the reception would take place. There was a purple glow to it, with tables covered in white linens. The two of you searched for your name cards placed on top of the plates on the table. 

“Here we are!” Jess exclaimed after finding your places. 

You both pulled your seats from the table and took a seat, you avoided eye contact with the rest of the party already sat, while Jess scanned each of their faces. 

To your left, sat your best friend. To your right was a stranger. He had his back turned to you as he spoke with the man seated next to him. He wore a chocolate brown suit, with stitching on the back. You didn’t recognize the design. 

To your advantage, Jess spoke up first. 

“Hey guys, I’m Jess.” She introduced herself to the table. 

You nodded and told the other guests your name, eyes flicking immediately down to your drink. 

The man sitting next to you leaned towards you to bump your shoulder. 

“I’m Josh.” He extended a hand. 

“Nice to meet you.” You replied, a shy smile splayed across your face. 

“So how do you know the lovely couple?” He questioned you with a smirk. 

“I-“ you tried to think of a response. 

“She doesn’t.” Jess chimed in, “She’s with me. My plus one.” She punctuated her response with a grin and a squeeze to your hand. 

Josh’s attention turned back to you as he raised his glass to you, followed by a sip of his drink. 

Jess leaned in to you, her lips next to your ear. 

“He’s cute.” She whispered to you. 

You turned to face her with wide eyes. 

“Jess!” You mouthed to her. Your pointer finger pressed to your lips. 

“Oh please, he can’t hear me.” She chuckled. 

Out of your friends' view, Josh leaned to you on the other side. 

“I can.” He whispered to you. 

A rush of warmth bubbled up under the skin of your cheeks. 

You scooted your chair back and stood from your seat, turning to Jess. 

“I need another drink.” You were hoping she would follow. 

“Can you get me another beer? Thanks!” She replied before turning to chat with the girl seated next to her. 

You rolled your eyes to yourself as you pushed your chair back in, heading to the bar at the back of the room. Before you could get very far, you felt someone come up from behind you. 

“May I join?” Josh asked with a toothy smile, his eyes were a golden brown. They popped against the chocolate brown of his suit. 

“Sure.” You grinned at him, suddenly focusing on what you looked like as you stepped one foot in front of the other. 

The line for the bar was long. Anxiety rose within you as you began to worry about the conversation you needed to make with Josh. You hated awkward silence. 

“So, Jess…” He spoke up. 

Oh, here we go. 

Jess had everyone’s attention when the two of you went out. Her beauty mixed with her welcoming personality had a gravitational pull to her. You envied the way people would come up to her to spark conversation. Half of it was your fault, not putting yourself out there. But you just couldn’t. You hated small talk. What was there to talk about with someone you didn’t know? 

That’s where the balance of Josh’s personality came to your rescue. 

“Are you two a couple?” He finished his sentence. 

You giggled at the thought. 

“No, just good friends. We met at work. She asked me to tag along as soon as she got the invitation in the mail.” You explained to Josh. 

He nodded his head while he sipped his drink. 

“Yes, she’s single.” You huffed out to him. You were used to men approaching you for the sole purpose of finding out if Jess was available. Just to forget about you once you give them the green light. 

Josh looked at you with utter confusion. 

You met him with the same look. 

“Not interested.” He laughed to himself. 

Oh

You weren’t used to that. 

Before your thoughts could run wild, a song began to play loudly through the speakers. 

“I love this song! Come on.” Josh yelled over the bass of the song. 

He quickly grabbed your wrist and drug you closer to the speakers, dropping your drinks off at a random table on the way. 

Never one to dance at a party, you felt awkward the second you stepped onto the dance floor. 

Josh sensed your nerves and grabbed you by both wrists, moving your arms about. His actions made you laugh. He watched you have fun, smiling to himself. 

The song came to an end. You were quick to return to your drink, missing the confidence the alcohol had given you earlier. A slower song had begun. Couples surrounding you joined together, chest to chest. 

Josh grabbed you by the waist, your back facing him. 

“One more?” His eyes begged of you. 

You nodded to him and he threaded his fingers through yours to bring you back onto the dance floor. 

His fingertips found your waist once more. Your wrists locked behind his head. 

He pulled you closer to him by your hips. You looked up to him, being a few inches shorter. Your eyes were wide as you studied his. They were round and inviting. Chocolate brown with specks of honey splashed between. 

You followed his lead, swaying your body against his. As he breathed, the air flowing from his nostrils brushed over the skin of your nose. You could smell the mint from the gum he must’ve popped in when you were facing the opposite direction. His jaw flexed with every chew. 

“You know this one?” He craned his neck down to look at you. 

“Bon Iver, right?” You replied. 

“You’re cooler than I thought.” He huffed a laugh to himself. 

As the soft song played on, you’d lost track of how long his eyes remained locked with yours. 

Don’t you lock when you’re fleeing 

The song played in the background. 

“I’d like not to hear keys” you both sang in unison, unexpectedly. 

Caught off guard by the coincidence, you both giggled to yourselves. 

The song carried on only by the strumming of a guitar. 

This song had a way of making you feel like the only person in the world the times you spent listening to it in your bed, laying flat, staring at the ceiling. It brought you comfort. 

You rested the side of your head against Josh’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne. You placed a flat palm on his chest, tracing down the ribbing of the turtleneck he wore underneath his blazer. 

The song came to an end. There was a pit in your stomach at the reminder of disconnecting from his embrace. 

You didn’t even know this man, but he had made you feel comfortable. Safe. Earlier today, you pictured yourself sitting at the table all night, watching Jess dancing amongst the other guests. Instead, it was you, dancing away, anxious muscles unclenching the more you surrounded yourself with him. 

He took a step back, detaching himself from you. You tried your best not to show the slight pout you felt. 

You followed him back to the bar, after finding out your drinks had been picked up by the wait staff. 

The line had been even longer than before, but you didn’t even realize this time. You were lost in conversation with him. He wanted to know everything. Where you were from, what you did for work, did you live alone or have a roommate, do you prefer cats or dogs? 

You grabbed your drink from the bartender, slipping a $5 in the tip jar. You sipped your drink through the straw as you looked to Josh as if to ask “What now?” 

“Come for a smoke?” He asked. 

“I don’t smoke, but I’ll join.” You followed behind him. 

You stepped out in the chilled night air, brushing over the skin of your arms with your hands. It had gotten significantly colder with the sun going down.

He watched your movements. Noticing the goosebumps that began to prickle against your skin, he slipped his blazer off, wrapping it around your shoulders. He rubbed up and down your biceps quickly, trying his best to warm you up. 

You giggled at his gesture. 

“Thank you, Josh.” You smiled up at him. 

He took a step back. Leaning against the wall, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint.  Placing it between his lips and flicking the lighter to life. 

As the paper burned, he inhaled deeply. You watched as the smoke traveled past his lips and floated up into the night air. 

“Not a cigarette guy. Not anymore, at least.” He chuckled to himself and extended his arm to you, offering a hit once you realized it wasn’t a cigarette. 

Your fingertips brushed against his as you reached for the joint. You mirrored his actions, placing it between your lips and inhaling deeply. You passed it back. 

“Drinking or smoking?” He continued his interrogation with you. 

“Honestly… I prefer smoking. Hate the hangovers.” You cringed at the thought of how shitty you were going to feel tomorrow morning. 

“I say the same thing!” He said with excitement, his voice raspy from the smoke.  

You both stood in comfortable silence, passing the joint back and forth until there was nothing left. It was quiet. Only the muffled sounds of the party inside. 

“You know…” his voice trailed off, “I was asking about you. Not Jess.” His face was turned down peering at the tip of his white shoes. 

You watched him with a puzzled look on your face. 

When you didn’t respond, he glanced back up to you. 

“You told me Jess was single.” His voice was quiet. 

You nodded, silently asking him to go on. 

“I was interested in your answer.” He took a step closer to you. His eyes flicked down to your lips so fast, if you blinked you’d have missed it. 

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. The ends of your mouth curling up. 

“I’m not with anyone.” You replied just above a whisper. 

He inched closer, the tip of his sneaker touching the toe of your heel. 

His fingertips traced your jaw line until they were threaded into your hair. The pads of his fingers massaging against your scalp. 

“Then you won’t mind if…” his voice fell silent as he began to close the gap between you two. 

You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, bringing his lips to yours. 

As his lips pressed against you, you felt like sand running through his fingers. Your muscles relaxed at his touch. He moved his lips against yours gently. 

He continued to rub his fingers against your scalp. You purred against his mouth from his touch. He responded by parting his lips for you, begging your tongue to meet his. 

You reciprocated, opening your mouth for him to slot his tongue against yours. Your knees buckled at the taste of him. He tasted sweet from his mixed drinks, followed by the hint of mint gum he was chewing. 

He ran his tongue against yours painfully slow. You removed your hands from behind his neck to bunch the fabric of his sweater in your fists. You inhaled deeply against his cheek, opening your mouth wider for him. 

His hands untangled from your hair to find your hips. His grip tightened around the bone, pulling you closer to him. You lightly scraped your teeth against his bottom lip as you sucked it gently. 

He detached himself from you, leading the way back in the venue without saying a word. Once again, he drug you by your wrist. This time with need. 

He led you to what looked like a fancy powder room. A small room with a loveseat in one corner, and another couch on the wall across from it. 

Once he had you inside, he pressed your back against the door, simultaneously locking it behind you. 

His lips returned to yours, but this time with force. The kiss was sloppy with desperation. Whimpers of pleasure fluttered between you both. Each of you wanting more, but hesitant to act on it. 

A sudden wave of courage rushed through your veins at the feeling of his palms rub over the bone of your hips, down onto your thigh. 

You pulled yourself from him, his cheeks in your hands as you locked your eyes with him. 

“I want you to touch me, Josh.” You panted to him between breaths. 

He flicked his tongue out to wet his lips. 

His left hand left your hip as it traced down the meat of your thigh. He hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting it until the heel of your shoe rested on top of the armrest next to you. 

The flat of his palm ran against your shin, past your knee until he reached the hem of your dress. He pushed the fabric up with him as he went. The green material bunched at the crease where your thigh met your hip. 

His fingers traveled along the waist of your panties, until he ran the middle one through your slit. You gasped at the sensation. 

He nuzzled his nose against the skin of your neck. A primal groan came from him at the feeling of your wetness through your panties. 

You swiveled your hips, trying your best to press your core against his finger. 

You reached down and pulled the cloth that covered your lips to the side. You felt the skin of his finger swipe through your wetness. The pad of it rubbing circles against your clit. 

A high pitch pornographic moan fell past your lips at the sensation of him. 

He covered your mouth with his free hand before he slipped a finger inside of you. He pressed his hand against you tighter as he pushed another finger past your entrance to join the other.

He pumped the digits in and out of you. His cock twitching behind his dress pants at the sound of your wetness gushing around his fingers. 

He slotted his nose against yours, his palm still pressed over your mouth to keep your whimpers at bay. His eyes locked with yours, watching your reactions as his fingers flicked inside of your pussy. 

He circled his thumb around your clit each time he retracted his fingers. Pushing inside until his knuckles brushed against your lips. He curled them up into you, pressing against the spot that made your legs week. 

Your knee began to buckle at the feeling of your impending release. He pressed further into you to hold you up. Your walls began to contract around him. He pressed harder onto your clit with his thumb, stilling the fingers inside you. 

You were a mess. Crying for more. Begging him to fuck you with his fingers. Pleading with him to make you cum. 

Until you mourned the stretch of his fingers. 

Just as fast as your orgasm approached, he pulled his fingers from you. Depriving you of that warmth of pleasure. 

Before you had time to complain, he spun you around. Your back pressed against his chest. He pressed his hardened length against your back. Josh laid a flat palm between your shoulder blades, folding you over the arm of the couch. 

He bunched the fabric of your dress over the swell of your ass. It rested against the dimples of your back. With a rough tug, he pulled the thin lace material from your hips. Your underwear fell to the floor between your feet. 

From behind, you heard as Josh unbuckled his belt. Pulling it from the loops, and letting it hit the floor at his feet. He pushed the button of his pants through the hole, and pulled his zipper down. 

He pushed the waistband of his pants along with his underwear down until they wrapped around the skin just above his knee. 

He fisted the base of his cock, angling it to flick the tip of it through your folds. 

You shuddered at the feeling of it roll over your clit. 

“You sure?” His voice was strained with want. He needed to be inside of you. Feel your tightness wrap around him. 

“Please.” You begged. 

The stretch was warm. You felt the curve of the head pass your entrance. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head. He pressed deeper inside of you until you felt the small patch of hair brush against your ass. 

You felt as he twitched inside, reaching the hilt. 

His fingers wrapped around your hips, pressing deeply  into the skin. 

As he thrusted into you, Josh watched your wetness glisten over the skin of his dick. 

He threw his head back in pleasure at the sight of your juices gathering around the base of him. 

You pushed your hips back to meet him halfway. He noticed, and stilled himself, letting you fuck back onto his length. 

You turned your head to Josh, trying your best to catch a glimpse as he watched your pussy slide up and down against him. 

You were already close, being robbed of your climax earlier. 

He felt your walls close in against him. The tightness of your pussy pushing him closer to the edge. His toes curled in his shoes as he held on as long as he could. 

The rim of your entrance fluttered around his shaft as he fucked you into your orgasm. 

He pressed his thumb into your clit and you squeezed his cock inside of you. 

“Fuck, you feel like heaven. I can’t-“ he groaned behind you. 

“Let go, Josh.” You coaxed him. 

He lost himself at the sound of your sultry voice saying his name. He needed to hear you say it again. And again, and again. He wished it were the only word you knew how to say. 

His cock pumped his release into you. You felt his warmth paint your walls. He slide his cock between them, fucking his cum back into you slowly. 

He pushed himself into you completely before standing you upright. Your back pressed to his chest as he began to soften inside of you. 

Josh planted open mouth kisses with a flick of his tongue against the skin of your neck. 

He placed a singular chaste kiss to the shell of your ear. 

“Don’t miss me too bad.” He whispered into your ear as he removed himself from you. 

You blushed to yourself. 

He pulled his pants back up and turned to retrieve a wet washcloth for you to clean yourself up with before heading back out to the wedding that was totally still happening by the way. 

One hand opening the door, the other lay rested against your palm, his fingers intertwined with yours. 

You trailed behind as Josh pulled you back to the table where you had first met. 

“There you two are! The reception’s almost over. A bunch of people are heading to the bar down the street. You guys comin’?” Jess’s eyes were fixed on gathering her belongings as she slid her purse up her arm. 

Josh released his grip on you, placing both of his hands on your friends shoulders. 

“Jessica. Lovely to meet you. I’ll have her back before noon.” 

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[starcaughtsam]

Baby, You’re a Haunted House - J.M.K.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ touching, fingering, oral, public sex, creepy themes, unprotected sex (plz use protection!)

A/N: this fic was the first one I’ve ever put my all into! I hope you enjoy! this was a collab with my favorite, @holybananafuck she was a huge help in writing!🖤 (ps. happy halloween!)

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A large door slams shut and locks behind you, Josh, and ten other patrons. The room fills with darkness, but becomes quickly illuminated by the static on a TV. The TV flicks onto a recording of a man in a blood-splattered hockey mask, gripping a machete whilst pacing a room. An unrecognizable voice begins speaking, explaining the strict rules, and guidance to ensure success with completing the haunted house attraction.

“Your objective is to escape the house alive! Do not let Masked Mason catch you. Follow the riddles hidden in the walls to find the exit. Please do not touch any scare actors. If you or someone in your party is in need of a sooner exit, please ask one of the actors for such.”

The room goes pitch black once again paired with nervous murmurs from the crowd. A door across from the TV slowly creaks open, but nobody is willing to make the first move.

“C’mon, mama. Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.” Josh takes your hand in his and begins to walk through the door into a red illuminated hallway.

Barely two steps in and Josh screams as high as his voice allows when a girl dressed as a clown crawls across the floor in front of him. In his defense, she was coming towards him eerily quick for being in a backbend. Josh stumbles back, catching him in your arms, causing him to scream again.

“Baby, it’s just me!” You giggle, the room behind you filling with laughter.

“Oookay. Well what’s everyone else waiting for?!” He turns around and throws his arms into the air.

One of the guys standing in the doorway slowly raises a finger to point behind Josh. Anxiously, he turns around and is met by the clown girl standing behind him with her neck crooked and a wide grin.

“Huh-ha! Hiya, handsome!” She flicks her eyes wide.

“Oh god, I’m gonna be sick.” He mumbles.

“Josh, it’s not even that bad!” You reassure him, squeezing his cold, clammy hand.

“If you see me at the end of each hall, you’re on the right path to freedom! Otherwise you’re Master’s dinner…” She runs her hand down Josh’s arm, leaving him to shudder before bending backwards once more and crawling away.

Once the coast is clear, the rest of the party fills in behind Josh. Moments after the previous room is empty, the door shuts behind, signing you all to your doom. The crowd makes their way around the room, curious hands scouring the walls in desperate search for riddles or clues.

“Why do I let you talk me into these things?” He groans, face washed with the red light.

“Because you love me?”

“How could I not?” Josh places a kiss on your lips. “You owe me. Big time.” He whispers.

His skin is cold and he looks on edge, making you second guess suggesting a haunted house. You knew he got scared easily, but he assured you he would be okay. Focused in an attempt to comfort your uneasy boyfriend, the two of you nearly lose the group as they continue to the right. You continue to follow along a little farther back in hopes of avoiding being the victims of the scare actors. Josh continues to stay close to your side.

“Baby, you’re okay.” You reassure him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

“Just keep me close?” He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving you a small smile.

As the walkthrough progresses Josh grows noticeably more confident. Staying a few steps behind everyone else allowed him to know what to expect. Although he seemed much less tense, his body pulled closer to yours, mimicking magnets. You’d finally caught on to when you guys were going the right way. It was given away by a gate that always shut behind you. You suspect they’re on a timer or the scare actors have a key to progress.

Once the next gate shuts behind you, the group stops at the end of the new hallway. There was another fork at the end, but nobody had been paying attention to the riddles to know which way to go. You and Josh, still standing only a few feet behind, started to look around while the rest of the group argued at the end of the hallway. The two of you tread back down the hallway where you’d all just passed, inspecting the pictures on walls for any clues. You’re attracted to one specific painting that stands out from the others. Josh walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“This one, it’s different.” You say, pointing to the painting.

“Is it because she’s kinda naked…?” He mockingly asks.

You hadn’t even looked at the picture to notice what it was, only that it physically stuck out more than the others. The picture was of a nude woman splayed out on a couch, groin covered by a slash in the canvas.

“No! Of course you’d notice that! I mean it’s physically sticking out.” You tap his hand before fixing your fingers at the edge of the painting to lift it up.

“I know a good pair of tits when I see ‘em.” His hands run up your curves, sending a small chill down your spine. He cups your breasts, giving a tight squeeze before moving his hands back down to your hips.

“You’re really gonna try to turn me on right now, Josh?” Your mind secretly yearns for him to repeat his actions.

“Is that so wrong? A man’s obsessed with his lady’s tits.”

You back up into him in an attempt to lift the picture up all the way, feeling him against your backside, a small gasp naturally escaping your lips.

He’s rock hard, and lucky as fuck it’s so dark.

You’re committed as fuck to getting out of here and getting Josh back home. So much so you consider asking for an early exit, you didn’t care about winning the prize if you could have the greatest one of all.

“Guys, you gotta go left. I found the clue!” You shout, trying to get their attention.

Their arguing drowning out any attempt to do so, but an unexpected sound is all it took. A deep groan inched from the hallway next to you and Josh. The group stops in their tracks, scared as all hell. You’d all made it this far without any Masked Mason sightings, but an appearance about halfway through made sense. The sound of heavy feet echoes down the hallway as the group finally gets a fire under their ass and books it down the left hallway. You let the picture slam against the wall and grab Josh’s hand. You hear the gate slam down, realizing you have no way of escaping. It’s just you, Josh, and Masked Mason. Josh acts quickly and pulls you to one of the rooms. He jiggles the handle until it creaks open.

“Josh, we’re gonna get caught.” You scold, even though all you want is the safety of his hands on you again.

“Nope, nobody’s come out of this room, that’s why it was closed.” He wiggles his body past the threshold and pulls you in behind him.

Josh holds the handle as he shuts it to ensure a silent close, aside from the small click of the lock. The only light to illuminate the room comes from under the door, just enough to make out the surroundings. The room was empty besides a singular chair and desk, presumably for the scare actors to use while awaiting their cue.

“What if he tries to come in here? Then we lose, Josh!”

“Shhh, don’t be loud or we’ll really get caught.” He cups his hand over your mouth and waits until your breathing slows down.

“What are we supposed to do? Hide in here? Until when?” You wrap your fingers around his wrist, moving his hand away from your mouth.

“Well, not very long. We just wait until the gate unlocks itself.” He wraps his arms around you, taking you into his warmth.

You wrap your arms around his torso and nuzzle your nose into his neck.

“I love you, I’m sorry I talked you into this.” You mumble into his neck.

“It’s okay, mama. You always do my weird shit, least I could do was do something with you.” His grip tightens around you.

A moment of silence takes over the room, just two lovers basking in each other’s presence. Still no sound of the gate opening to be heard.

“Josh?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“We could ask for an early exit, go home.”

“Do you wanna go home?”

“To be honest, I just want your hands on me again.” You grab his wrist and bring his palm up to cup your breast.

“Oh, did that do something to you earlier?”

“You know it did you fucking tease.”

“Nothing’s stopping us, we could handle your debt right now. You just gotta promise me you can be quiet.” He backs you against the wall, pressing his lips to yours.

“I promise I’ll be quiet. I just need you.”

Josh silences your begging with a needy kiss to your lips, his hands working their way up your shirt. His fingertips dance along your soft flesh as he presses himself into you, the coldness of his fingers makes you shiver under his touch.

“Gotta make it quick, mama.” He whispers between kisses, dipping one hand past the waistband of your leggings and panties.

The shuffled steps grow louder. Josh wastes no time dragging his fingers through your slick, rubbing them against your swollen clit. You bring a hand forward to feel his length growing against your palm, already hard just from touching you. He slides your bottoms down to sit just under your ass and grabs your hips, turning you to face the wall. He pulls your hips back, leaving your chest against the wall. With your pussy on full display, he kneels down and places a kiss to your clit, trailing his tongue through you until he reaches your entrance, dipping it inside. You let out a quiet groan, trying not to draw attention to the obscene acts taking place.

“Sorry, I just needed a taste.” Josh puts his hands on your ass, squeezing you as he pulls himself up to his feet.

He unzips his pants and pulls himself out of his boxers, teasing his hard tip between your folds. Josh presses his chest into your back as he slowly pushes into you. You hiss at the feeling of him stretching you out. Josh is quick to bring his hand up to cover your mouth in attempts to muffle your noises. The footsteps are sounding down the hallway, seemingly growing slower as they make way past the room you’re in. Josh begins thrusting himself inside of you, hand still around your mouth, as you gasp against the palm of his hand.

“Shh, mama. Don’t let him know we’re in here.” He whispers in your ear as the handle jiggles on the other side of the door.

You look down to where the light creeps in and see a shadow of boots on the other side. A few more silent thrusts that threaten a moan escape you before the footsteps wander off and you hear the presumed Masked Mason open the other doors, checking for patrons.

“Okay, gotta make this quicker than I thought.” Josh mumbles, picking up his pace.

He moves his free hand down to your center, brushing his fingers in hard circles over your clit. The sound of the footsteps circles back around before you hear a beep and the sound of the gate sliding up.

“Come on, mama. We’re gonna miss the gate if you don’t cum for me.”

“I can’t.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

His originally gentle thrusts are now deep and desperate. Taking his free hand, he picks up your leg, making it so his entire length is filling you. His other still fully focused on your clit.

You feel his balls slapping against your pussy, forcing out a few eager moans from you both. You jolt as you feel two fingers shove themselves inside you alongside his cock. Your clit suddenly unoccupied, you take it upon yourself to continue where he left off in hopes of speeding this up, even though you really never wanted it to end. Josh had never put anything in you along with his cock, and the sensation of it was indescribable. It hurt, but in the best way possible. This awoke something in you you didn't know was there.

“Fuck Josh. What took you so long to try this?”

“You like it mama? I’ve considered it before… Thought now might be a time to try it out.” He increased their speed, you could hear your slick against his fingers and cock, a soaking wet symphony happening between your thighs.

“Josh I’m so close… Don’t. Fucking. Stop…” You feel yourself inching towards climax, a fire rising in your core, legs nearly collapsing underneath you.

“Come on me baby. All over me, now.”

You wouldn't be able to deny him even if you wanted to, it was instant. An echoing moan escaped your lips as you released, your core throbbing against his cock.

The feeling of your hot mess pushed Josh right over the edge, it was only seconds after that his breaths grew heavy, his chest rising and falling against your back.

Suddenly he was dripping down your thighs, your pussy only capable of holding so much.

“Fuck me baby, you’re beyond incredible each and every time. This shit just doesn’t get old.”

“And it never will.”

You were caught in the heat of the moment, you nearly forgot you had to escape. What felt like hours of infatuated sex was truly only minutes.

“Shit we gotta go.” You say, bringing your panties and leggings back up around your waist.

Josh busy rebuckling his belt, you inch towards the door, slowing unclicking the lock.

“C’mon Josh, before he comes back for us!” You grabbed his hand, turning the knob and throwing the door open in which the only response was to make a break for it.

The gate shut behind you instantly. If you’d waited a second more, you would've been caught and the adrenaline was already through the roof. That gate was the last, as you noticed the red lighting grew dimmer and a bright “EXIT” sign hanging above a door straight ahead. You made your way through in which a staff member was waiting upon the other side.

“Now where the hell have you two been!? The rest of your team finished nearly ten minutes ago!” He barked.

“Well shit, guess we didn't win huh babe?” Josh remarked, gifting himself a firm grip of your ass leaving you with a rosy complexion.

“Aw no, that sucks!” You were trying your best to bullshit your way through this interaction.

“That’s alright, I got the best prize right here.” Josh shot you a wink. “Have a good night sir.”

“Hey wait!” But Josh had already lead you two away, eager to remove yourselves.

“Is there anything else you wanted to do tonight, another attraction maybe?”

“I love you, but I think we both know you won’t be visiting another haunted house anytime soon.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, that was perfect. You were perfect.” He chuckled.

“We always are. Let’s go home Josh. Don’t get me wrong, that was fun, but I need you to fuck me good and proper.”

“Anything for you my love.” He picked you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bright white Jeep, excited for the rest of the night to come.

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[50-shades-of-gvf]

UNREAL

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[gardensgatekeeper]

Brightest Star

"After all, you're my brightest star."

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 218

Warnings: Just fluff, absolute heart melting mush

You'd always been a fan of Josh's eccentric style. In fact, it was the first thing you'd noticed about him the first time you two met at a party. While everyone was dressed casual, he somehow effortlessly stood out in a flashy blazer and loafers you could've sworn actually came out of your closet. The way he challenged feminine and masculine clothing standards to create uniquely stylish looks was something you truly admired. So when you tagged along with Josh for a wardrobe fitting for their upcoming tour, you weren't the least bit surprised to see a plethora of pieces with sequins, sparkles, and shiny fabrics. But you were taken aback when Josh revealed his favorite piece, a large cape adorned with thousands of intricately placed beads in a beautiful star-constellation pattern. "You wanna know why this one is my favorite? Well apart from the obvious." He chuckled before continuing. "See the placement of the stars? Those were the constellations in the sky the night we met." You gasped, turning to look him in the eyes as yours began to water. "Josh...I-" You were in absolute shock. Nobody had ever done something so meaningful for you in this way. "That way, you're always with me even when you actually aren't. After all, you are my brightest star."

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[fateofthesammy]

WOOF

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[tearsofcaravel]

Josh x (F) Reader

Word count: 5.3k

18+ Warnings: smut with little plot, unprotected sex, spanking, (M) & (F) oral receiving, spit kink

Summary: You hit a small bump in the road while on a solo trip, a generous stranger offers his help.

A/N: This is my first Josh fic, I’ve been so nervous about writing him, anyways hope you enjoy! 🫶Happy reading! ✨

You knew it was probably not the smartest idea that you had ever had. That little voice in the back of your mind was practically screaming at you. You knew you should probably decline the offer, maybe even run in the opposite direction.

Everything that you had ever been taught was rushing through your mind. All of the horror stories you had heard about women on their own swirling around your head. If your friends knew you were even considering this they would lose their minds.

You were several hours into your solo trip to the mountains. Everything was going smoothly until you heard a ‘pop’ and your car began to swerve. Once you safely pulled over to the side of the road, you got out to inspect the damage. Luckily your car was fine, a simple tire change would send you right on your way. You had planned this trip out down to the minute details. Everything that was, except for a spare tire.

How could you have forgotten to check for the spare tire? You silently cursed yourself as you pulled out your phone and to no surprise, no service. There were no gas stations for miles, no cars had passed by in at least an hour. You were off to a great start.

With no other options in your view, you grabbed your belongings and started to walk towards your destination. You were only about 30 minutes from your cabin.

Only a few minutes into your walk you hear the first car in hours approaching. You had no intention of flagging them down since you weren’t far from your campsite. You weren’t surprised when they slowed up beside you. You tried to wave them off. Your guard was on high alert. After all you were a woman, all alone, and in the middle of nowhere.

The window of the car rolled down, revealing a younger man who looked around your age. From what you could see he was wearing an old tank top that revealed his nicely toned arms and tanned skin. He had on sunglasses that hid his eyes, but he had a blinding smile.

“Hi, was that your car back there? Need some help? A ride maybe?” he says gesturing behind you to your car.

“Uh yeah it is, my friend is on their way with a tire, but thanks,” you lied to him, hoping that would send him on his way.

“Well where are you headed, I could give you a lift to somewhere, out of this heat at least,” he asks again.

“There’s a campsite just ahead, not far. I don’t mind the walk,” you said as you continued to walk. He kept his vehicle at the same pace as you were walking. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. Any other time you would have found this behavior creepy and intimidating. He just seemed to give off something different, so sweet and genuine. You didn’t even know his name, but you felt like you could trust him for whatever reason.

“I’m actually staying at a campsite not far from here as well, your’s is probably on my way. I know I’m a stranger, I would just feel terrible leaving you out here all alone,” he said, flashing that smile at you again. He even showed you his cabin key to prove he was really staying up ahead.

“That’s actually where I’m staying, what a strange coincidence,” you lightly chuckled.

You were someone who was always aware of their surroundings, you thought every single decision out carefully. You also heavily prided yourself on your ability to read people. Something in your mind ignored all of the normal fight or flight signals from this total stranger.

On the other hand you really had no other choice. You managed to get yourself in this situation and you could get yourself out of it. He did have the most inviting smile you’d ever seen, he seemed so kind, so genuine, but didn’t they all. What’s the worst that could happen… right?

You thought to yourself for a few more moments and finally decided to take up his offer. It was only a ride, then you’d never see him again. “Well what are the chances, I’ll take you up on the ride since we seem to be heading in the same direction anyways,” you said as he leaned over and opened the passenger door for you.

You hopped in the front seat with your backpack at your feet and your nerves melting away. Something about this stranger’s presence put you at such ease. He had some music you’d never heard playing at a low volume through the car speakers. You always thought that you could tell a lot about a person based on their music taste.

Once your eyes had adjusted to being out of the sun you were able to get a better look at him. You had never considered a guy pretty before, but that was the word that came to mind as you raked your eyes over his figure. He had a soft, kind face and soft brown eyes. He had fluffy brown hair, the sides shaved.

He caught you staring and his cheeks tinted pink, “I’m Josh,” he extended his hand for you to shake.

You nervously took it, you made a mental note of how soft and tender his skin was. “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” you said shyly.

“Well Y/n, it’s nice to meet you too. What brings you here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Just a little getaway for myself. This may sound cheesy, but also to feel closer with nature. To spend some quality time with myself and peace and quiet. If that even makes sense, what about you?” you said, feeling your face turn red hearing your own answer out loud.

He explained to you that he was actually here for the same thing as you. He needed some time away from the noise and people. You talked like you had been friends forever during the short ride. Before you knew it you were at the campsite.

“You can just drop me at the main cabin. Thank you for the ride Josh,” you said as you got out of the car.

“It was my pleasure. Best of wishes on your journey here. Who knows, maybe i’ll run into you again Y/n,” he slowly drove off with a blush on his cheeks.

You got yourself checked in finally. The receptionist had been kind enough to call a tow truck and have them replace your tire. They would even bring it to the campsite tomorrow. You were absolutely exhausted from the long drive and the stress of having to get your car towed. At least you had that taken care of for now. All you wanted was to relax and unwind for the night.

They handed you your set of keys and told you how to get to your cabin. It was a short enough walk, but still far from most of the other cabins. It was perfectly secluded just as you had hoped. The air was refreshing, warm, and crisp around you. No other sounds besides nature filled your ears. Once you got closer you looked to see if anyone was staying in the neighboring cabin.

In the driveway was a familiar car. One that you had just ridden in. It couldn’t be right? That would be a weird coincidence. Sure enough, as you walked onto your own porch with a better view, you see the friendly face sitting on his own porch watching you intently. He gives you a smirk and a wave. You return a small wave of your own, hoping to hide the blush on your cheeks.

You couldn’t lie to yourself, you had hoped to run into him again. It seems like you would be doing a lot of that over the next two weeks, though you didn’t know how long he had planned to stay here. A small part of you wished it was two weeks as well.

Still a part of you found it strange, but also like fate in a strange way. He seemed to be alone. No partner or anyone with him. Although you were a stranger, why would he have told you anything personal like that?

You thought about going over there to him, but you decided against it. You didn’t want to intrude on his privacy or seem like a creep yourself.

You made your way inside of your own cabin, pushing the pretty stranger to the side of your mind for later. You got yourself settled in and decided since it was so late in the evening already that you would run a bath.

You took your relaxing bath, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. About halfway through you realized that you would be getting hungry soon, and even better, that you had no food. Of course you had your hiking snacks, but nothing that could pass for a real meal. The plan was to drive and get food at the nearby market after you got checked in. Your plan had hit a bit of a bump in the road. The main cabin had closed for the day. Looks like the snacks would have to do for tonight.

Just as you made that decision, there was a soft knock on your door. So soft that you almost missed it over your own music playing through your phone. You quickly dried off and threw on an old tank top and shorts. You had an idea of who it might be and you were right. You opened the door to see the pretty stranger on your porch.

“Hi there neighbor, I hope that I’m not bothering you. I made too much food for dinner and I would hate for it to go to waste. If you would care to join me?” he said in a smooth voice.

“I would like that Josh, give me a few minutes to change and I’ll be right over,” you blushed.

It was like he had just read your mind. You smiled and shut the door, running around looking for something to wear. It’s not like it was a date. It was dinner with a stranger. But still, a gorgeous stranger, who you definitely wanted to get to know.

You decided on a flowy skirt and bright tank top for your attire. You made the conscious decision to forgo a bra, you rarely wore one anyway. You made the short walk to his cabin. From the moment that you stepped outside you could smell the cuisine. You lightly tapped on the door, suddenly feeling out of your comfort zone.

He quickly opened the door like he had already been standing there waiting for your arrival. “Come on in, make yourself at home,” he said, gesturing you into his cabin.

You took a swift look around to find that it was almost identical to yours, his decor was a bit different. It seemed like he had been there for a bit. Something about it felt cozy and homey, maybe that was just his presence. There was something about him that you just couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Would you like to eat inside or outside Y/n?”

“Either is fine by me, it is a nice evening, but I don’t think there are enough lights to be able to see outdoors,” you always hated making the decisions, especially with someone you didn’t know.

“Outdoors it is then, I’ve got the lights covered,” he guided you to the back porch and down the steps where he had a small fire going. You heard a small click and you were suddenly surrounded by bright fairy lights wrapped around the trees that lit up his entire backyard. It looked almost magical.

‘So he has been here for a while already if he is this settled in,’ you thought to yourself.

“Go ahead and sit anywhere you want. I told you that you can make yourself at home. I’ll go make our plates, give me just a few minutes,” he said and scurried off before you could protest.

You sat down in a comfy lawn chair closest to the fire he had built. It was incredibly peaceful. All of your senses felt so relaxed. The smell of the fire and dinner was divine. The sounds of the animals, birds, crickets, frogs, filled your ears. The crackle of the fire soothing you into a slight trance.

You still wondered why he had taken such an interest in you, after all you were a stranger. Something about him made you want to learn more, know more, much more.

He brought out your plates and two glasses of red wine for you both.

“This looks wonderful. Thank you Josh, this was too kind of you,” you said as he handed you your plate.

“Can I tell you something Y/n?” he said as he sat down with his own plate in the seat directly across from you.

“Sure Josh?” you said nervously.

“I made too much on purpose. As soon as I saw that you were going to be my neighbor I was thrilled. I did this as an excuse to get to know you better, to be able to spend more time with you. For all I know you could only be staying one night here and I would just kick myself if I never saw you again,” he said matter of factly.

“I appreciate your honesty Josh, it’s very refreshing. While we are being honest, I almost walked over whenever I first got here and saw that we were going to be neighbors, clearly I chickened out. It’s actually weird that you asked me to dinner when you did. I realized since my car is stuck on the side of the road I had no way of getting food and I was starving. I can definitely say that I wanted to see you again. You have to admit it is crazy that we’re staying at the same place and that we are neighbors right?” you admitted.

“I don’t really believe in coincidences Y/n, this was definitely fate,” he said with courage.

You got to know each other better while you enjoyed your meal. He was quite the cook. There was never really any small talk. Which was a quality that you really liked about him. He jumped right into the more profound aspects of life. He seemed like such an open book. He brought on deep and meaningful conversation topics. Like you both genuinely cared to get to know each other.

Something about him was drawing you closer and closer. He looked so radiant from the flames of the fire. He was charismatic and full of a bubbly personality. He was full of such passion. It was like he had you in a trance, right where he wanted you.

Throughout the night you noticed the both of you scooting your seats closer and closer until there was hardly any space left between you. You spent the evening shamelessly flirting back and forth. You ended up staying until well past midnight, the hours were passing by without you even noticing. You found yourself becoming entranced by Josh and you could tell that feeling was mutual. By the time the night was over, you felt like you had known him your whole life. Like you hadn’t only met him earlier today.

You finally decided to call it a night when you noticed Josh looking a bit tired. You could have honestly stayed out here with him all night if he asked, you simply feared of being a burden, or overstaying your welcome. You did make plans to hang out more tomorrow in the midst of your many different conversations.

“Goodnight Josh, thank you for dinner. This was really nice. I can’t remember the last time that I talked like this with anyone,” you spoke as you got up to leave.

“Wait before you go Y/n, I wanted to ask you how long you were staying? If you don’t mind me asking of course,”

“I’m here for two weeks. I was wondering the same thing about you actually?”

“Another one of your coincidences it seems, two weeks for me too,”

“Hm, how about that, see you tomorrow Josh,”

“At least let me walk you home, I wouldn’t want you to make that long trip in the dark all alone,” he said as he stood up from his seat.

You didn’t protest his sincere gesture. You made the short walk together. Just before you made it to the porch your hand slightly brushed against his. He took this opportunity and gently grasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. You were hoping he couldn’t see the redness of your cheeks and goofy mile wide smile you had plastered across your face.

You cleared your throat, “Uhm Josh, you could come in, if you wanted?”

You weren’t really planning on inviting him in, something had just come over you. He wasn’t really a stranger anymore. You felt like you really knew him. The connection that you felt with him was so different than anything that you had ever felt before. He stared at you with a strange look on his face for a few moments before answering. You were now terrified that you had crossed a line or read his emotions towards you wrong, maybe he did have a partner.

His cheeks were flushed pink. He let go of your hand, which you thought was your answer. When you started to back away, filled with embarrassment and regret, he grabbed you softly by the back of your neck and pulled you into a lustful, searing kiss. He pushed your back into the hard wooden door.

The kiss quickly became tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing together. You suddenly found yourself bursting the door to your cabin open. He immediately swept you up and wrapped your legs around his torso. Things were heating up fast.

Your head was spinning from how quickly the night had progressed. Seeing as your cabins were almost identical he knew exactly where the bedroom was. He wasted no time getting you both there. He gently laid you onto the bed.

The air was thick around you now, your ears were ringing with excitement. The sounds of light giggling and heavy breathing filled the room. He made quick work of slipping your clothes off. Now here you were, with this not so stranger of a man, almost fully naked.

He paused for a moment, taking his time inspecting your body. He slowly raked his eyes over your figure, you were in only your underwear. “We don’t have to, we can slow down if you want,” he said so quietly.

You answered him by sitting up and unbuttoning his shirt and untying the drawstring of his shorts. You ran your hands slowly over his toned stomach, taking in every detail that you could. He had such soft, silky skin. You took a moment to gawk over his figure. The bulge in his shorts was unconcealable at this point. You just barely ran your hand over it causing him to hiss. He undressed himself the rest of the way. When he pulled his shorts down his cock sprang free, smacking the skin of his stomach. His pink tip was swollen and glistening from his arousal. Your mouth began to water at the gorgeous sight. He stood over you, completely naked now.

He began to trail wet kisses from your jaw down to your breasts. Taking his sweet time with your body, not wanting to rush the night. He wrapped his entire mouth around one of your hardened nipples, flicking his tongue and sucking lightly, while one hand toyed playfully with your other hardened nipple, pinching it lightly.

He proceeded on with his trail of kisses until he met the waistband of your panties, which were now more than soaked through. He put the elastic waistband in between his teeth and ripped them off. You could have come undone at the animalistic act. You heard a groan rumble from his chest.

He licked one agonizing stripe up your cunt and began devouring you like a starving man. You were a whimpering mess in mere moments. You should have been embarrassed from the sounds he was pulling from you. Thank goodness that there were no other neighbors around, they would surely hear you now.

His middle and index finger slid in with ease. He was gentle at first to get you used to the feeling. He started to plunge into you, curling his fingers skillfully in all of the right ways. He was hitting every sweet spot. While his tongue sucked away at your swollen clit.

You were screaming his name like a prayer, coming undone faster than your mind could keep up with, “Josh - Oh fuck Josh, I’m gonna cum, fuck please.”

“No need to beg sweetheart, make a mess of me, use me however you’d like mama,” he grumbled from your center.

Your hips were bucking at their own accord, grinding on his nose perfectly. You had your hands tangled in his hair, pulling and tugging away, you were sure it was hurting him, but he didn’t make any complaints. His eyes were stuck on yours, like he could see right into you.

With a few more plunges of his fingers into your begging cunt you came undone around him. Your back arched and your thighs squeezed around his head. You were sure that he was suffocating, but he worked you through your orgasm with no fuss.

When your body finally came down from its high, you looked up to see Josh’s eyes blown out with lust, his hair tousled in all directions, and his chin and neck completely soaked. He gently slid his fingers out of your cunt and brought them directly to his mouth. You let out a pathetic whimper at the sight. He groaned at the taste and sucked them clean, rolling his eyes back. “I could taste you forever, fuck you taste like heaven, so divine.”

Your body felt like jello, but you mustered up the strength to sit up and take control. You grabbed him by the shoulders and placed him in the center of the bed against the headboard. He willfully gave you the reins.

Now you were able to see him and all that he had to offer, every little detail. He was so beautiful. His face was coated in your arousal, he was glowing. The moonlight from the window was hitting him perfectly, showing you all of his intricate features.

You started at his neck, making your own trail down to his own center. You teased at his nipples, biting each one ever so gently. You left bite marks and wet kisses in your wake. His cock was so hard it looked almost painful. His tip was swollen and leaking.

You gently wrapped your hands around his cock. He tensed up immediately and let out the faintest whimper. You would definitely be storing that in your mind for later. You stroke him ever so slowly, testing out just how much teasing he can take. You peck kisses up and down his thighs, raking your nails along the way, making your way back to his length. You pepper slow, small kisses up and down his cock.

You could feel him beginning to squirm underneath you. His fists were clenching the sheets, his feet were digging into the mattress, the muscles in his thighs were twitching. You knew he couldn’t take much more. His breathing was ragged from anticipation. You knew he wouldn’t push you, but maybe you wanted him to.

You finally caved into your own desires to feel him and taste him. You licked a long strip up the length of his cock, moaning right onto it. You swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the sweetness of his precum. His fists were white from holding the sheets so tightly.

You took him entirely into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. His hands found their way into your hair making a ponytail. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to push your head down farther, but his bucking hips were giving him away.

Spit was pooling at the corners of your mouth, you were gagging each time he hit the back of your throat, tears were threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. Your nose was buried in the small patch of pubic hair that he had. He was letting you make a mess of him, he was moaning beautiful melodies to your ears. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head, he was fighting to keep his eyes on you.

You slowly pulled off of him with a ‘pop’, while still stroking him. You looked up to see him slowly coming unraveled for you. You gave him your best doe eyes, “Joshy, will you please fuck my face?”

“Fucking filthy girl,” he groaned to you. He wasted not a moment picking you up and throwing you on your back. Your head was hanging off the bed slightly, giving him the best angle. He loomed over you, his cock the only thing in your line of vision.

You opened your mouth for him to signal that you were ready. He smirked down at you, letting a string of spit fall from his lips into your open mouth. He toyed with you at first, rubbing his head over your tongue, coating it.

He let out a satisfied hum and took his cock and slid it into your eager mouth. He went slow at first, setting a steady pace, making sure that you were comfortable enough. You let him have control back now. After a minute or so he began to pick up the pace, sliding in and out of your mouth with lewd sounds. He was incredibly vocal. His own moaning and pleasure caused you to moan around him. The vibrations sent him into a whirlwind. You could feel him twitching slightly in your mouth.

You tapped his thigh, he panicked at first thinking he had hurt you. He quickly pulled out, but when he did you gently cupped his balls. He brought his body closer for you to have easier access to whatever you wished from him. You licked the underside of his length and took his balls in your mouth. You sucked softly, causing him to let out a deep moan from his throat. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his mouth hanging agape in awe.

He plunged back into your throat. He reached down and began rubbing slow circles around your clit. This only caused him to thrust harder and deeper into your throat, which you eagerly welcomed. You were squirming under each other’s touch.

He grabbed your hands that were wrapped around the back of his legs and pulled out of you. He gave you a few moments to catch your breath and helped you sit up.

“Can I please fuck you now mama?” he begged you.

“Please,” was all that you could muster up.

He put you on all fours, ass in the air, presented to him perfectly. He lined himself up with your entrance, you felt a string of spit fall perfectly to your slit. He slowly slid in and out a few times for you to adjust. In one deep stroke he drove himself to the hilt. You welcomed the sting of the stretch.

It didn’t take him long to set a brutal pace. He was fucking you into the matress, pounding away at you like his life depended on it. His hips were crashing into you. He smacked your ass harshly, surely leaving red handprints for later. You welcomed the pain with the pleasure of it all. You let out a yelp and a moan. “Oh does my girl like it when I spank her? Have you been naughty Y/n? Do you need a spanking?”

“Yes please, harder Josh, give it to me!”

He grabbed your hair and pulled your back flush with his front. He was whispering expletives in your ear making you cry out even more for him. He brought his hand down to your cunt and delivered a sharp smack and began rubbing fast circles around your clit.

“Fuckfuck, I’m cumming, Josh don’t stop please!” You cried out. You convulsed around his cock as he worked you through your orgasm expertly. He never slowed his pace, if anything he became more rough.

He flipped you over onto your back without ever pulling out of you. “I want to watch your face when I make you cum again.”

“I don’t think I can again,” you whimpered to him.

“Oh mama, you’ll cum again if I want you to,” he cooed.

The intense sounds of crying out and skin slapping together filled the air around you both. He continued his brutal plunge into you. He brought his hand to your lower stomach, “You feel me here baby, right here deep inside of you.”

His hips rocked into yours at a perfect rhythm, pounding relentlessly away. He was grunting your name over and over like it was his new favorite word. When that rhythm began to falter you knew he was getting close.

“W-where do you want me mama? I’m close,” he barely got out.

“Inside, please, I want you to fill me up Josh,” he rubbed quick circles around your clit for a third time. It didn’t take long for him to pull another orgasm from you. Your nails were digging brutally into his back, leaving crescent moons in their path. Your cunt squeezed and convulsed around him, your legs wrapped tightly around his body. Your legs shook uncontrollably and violently around him. He delivered one final stroke into you and you felt his cock twitch and his warmth fill you up.

He pulled out of you slowly with a hiss from the sting. You whimpered at the loss of contact. You were swimming in each other’s desire and want. You could feel his cum slowly begin to leak out of you.

You were both glowing in the moonlight and sweat. You laid together in silence, just listening to the sound of one another breathing. Josh was the first to speak, “Let’s get you cleaned up doll, hm I’ll run us a bath?”

You shook your head in agreement. Your entire body felt like jello, Josh scooped you up from the bed and put you both in the bath. He bathed the both of you and even carried you back to bed. He tucked you in and slid in gently with you on the other side.

“One more question Y/n, was the friend bringing you a new tire a lie?” he quizzed.

“It may have been, but I’m still happy that I took you up on that ride. Goodnight Josh,” you whispered as he rolled you onto his chest. You took one last deep breath, taking in his scent which was now mixed with your own.

“Goodnight Y/n, I’m glad you took me up on the ride as well,” he said, kissing your forehead. You were both asleep in just minutes.

This was going to be an interesting two weeks.

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Come Down Soon

j.m.k x reader

(part two to Head First)

a/n: Hey everyone! It's been a while. Inspiration for the closure of this short story came to me recently, so I've finally been able to write it and get it to you all! I'm really proud of how their little story turned out. I hope you like it.

word count: 10.5k

warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT! MINORS DNI!!! swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, arguing, fluff; SMUT: kissing, sexually explicit language, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, slight biting, tiny bit of breeding kink if you squint, soft dom josh <3

part one

“ Something here

I’m biding time ‘til it disappears

Oh, it’ll come down soon ”

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APRIL 2024 – 5 YEARS LATER

You wake up to your alarm wailing in your ear, shaking you awake. Fuck, you think to yourself. I really need to stop going out on weeknights. You roll out of bed and quickly get ready in the bathroom, coming to terms with the fact that you’ll be late for work. Luckily for you, your boss is your father, so you don’t have anything to worry about. 

You’re still in Frankenmuth, working for your dad at the music store, your life staying as consistent as ever. But it was comfortable, and comfortable is exactly what you need. A few years back, you got a business degree with hopes of taking over the business for your dad after he retires. Your younger brother wasn’t as into music as the two of you are, only playing guitar every once in a while. He moved to Chicago three years ago to go to Northwestern to study economics, leaving you here to take over the family business one day. That’s still a solid five or ten years away, but you’re prepared. You already practically run the place, working from open to close every single day. 

This didn’t bother you. You were perfectly content with that being your life. You loved music and you loved teaching it, so you were happy, truly. But every once in a while, your mind would wander to the ideas of what could have been, and you get stuck there. You hated when your mind would wander there, to him. It sent a sickening feeling throughout your entire body and you would be stuck, frozen in time. Frozen in the past.

Sitting back in your chair behind the counter in the empty music store, you start to doze off. On a random Tuesday morning like this, hardly anyone ever comes in. It’s way busier in the early evenings and on the weekends, but someone had to be here. You usually have another worker come in around 3 pm, but it’s only you until then on weekdays. 

You feel your head start to fall heavily to the side and you’re so lost in your exhaustion that you don’t hear the chime of the bells on the door jingle. You don’t hear the silent figure approaching the counter, watching you curiously as you breathe slow, long breaths through your slightly open mouth. But you’re suddenly jolted awake when the mystery figure taps the little bell on the counter and your head swiftly rushes upright, making you hit it harshly against the wall behind you. 

“Fuck!” you exclaim, raising your hand to rub soft circles against the back of your head where you hit it against the hard plaster. As you start to recalibrate yourself, your eyes finally fall onto the figure in front of you who was responsible for the bell. “Sam? Is that you?” The tall man in front of you smiles widely, his dimples appearing at the ends of his mustache. 

“In the flesh,” Sam smiles confidently, leaning his long arms onto the counter. “Hi, Smalls. Long time, no see.” You roll your eyes at the old nickname, standing up from your chair to round the counter and greet him.

“You really don’t have to call me that anymore, Sam. We’re grown now, you know,” you joke, bringing him in for a tight hug. He chuckles above you, patting your back lightly.

“You’ll always be Smalls to me, no matter how old we are,” he teases, rustling your hair on the top of your head playfully. 

“You’re an idiot. What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you guys a little too big now for this town?” you ask, releasing him from the hug and leaning your back against the counter. He slots his hands in his front pockets with a laugh as he starts to answer. 

“We’re really not all that,” he says modestly, looking down at his feet before looking back up to your gaze.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sam. You guys are selling out arenas left and right… you’ve big-timed us for sure,” you answer with a playful scoff. He just shrugs, avoiding talking too much about their success.

“Whatever. We’re just here to visit Mom and Dad for a while before this next leg of the tour, that’s all. It’s a long one, so they wanted to see us.” You nod, fiddling with your fingers.

“So, you’re all here? All three of you?” you ask apprehensively, slightly afraid of what you know the answer will be. He rubs his hand on the back of his neck nervously, then nods.

“Yeah, we’re all here. Jake and Josh are back at home, they sent me out to go to the grocery store for a few things. Clearly, I got sidetracked…” he says, chuckling at the end. You smile and laugh with him– Sam could never complete an errand without getting distracted somehow. 

“I see… well, it’s good to see you. You’ve really grown up, I’m proud of you,” you say with a smile, crossing your arms as you lean back against the counter. 

“Thanks, Smalls… It’s really nice to see you, I’ve missed you,” he says earnestly, walking a bit closer to you. “We all have.” That sentence cut straight through to the heart. God, you didn’t think this would be so hard. 

You’d successfully managed to evade interaction with them each time they’ve come into town over the years, but now you couldn’t avoid it. It’s been four years since you’d last spoken to Sam Kiszka, or any of them for that matter. You didn’t cut them all off intentionally, but it just happened in the aftermath. 

“Right, I… I’ve missed you too,” you say hesitantly, backing away to go back behind the counter. 

“Y/N, I think my parents would really like it if you came by for dinner tonight. It would be nice, just like old times,” he says, looking down at you hopefully. Great, exactly what you’ve been dreading.

“Oh, I really don’t know, Sam. I don’t think Josh would…” you trail off, looking down at your feet.

“Look, I’m not entirely sure about what happened between you two, but please. Please come to dinner. It’s been years, I’m sure he’s over it,” he pleads. You’re not too sure about that, but they don’t know the full story. “I promise, Smalls. Just think about it. My number is still the same as before, just send me a text after your shift ends and let me know what you decide, okay?” 

Shit. He never makes it easy to say no to him. The puppy-dog eyes still work on his 25-year-old face, the same as they did when he was 18. You were no match for it, and he knew it, too.

“Okay. Okay, fine, I’ll think about it,” you concede, exhaustion coating your voice. “But no promises, alright?” His face lights up with an eager nod. He reaches over the counter and pokes your nose with his pointer finger, eliciting a giggle out of you as he smiles then turns around toward the door.

“Okay, Smalls, I’ve got some shopping to do. See you later!” he yells opening the door and walking out of the store. 

God, this was going to be a long day. It wasn’t at all like how you expected it to be. You went through the rest of your shift worrying about the worst-case scenario of how dinner could go down tonight. Before you know it, it’s already 3 o’clock, and your dad walks through the doors. 

“Dad? What are you doing here? I thought Parker was supposed to be coming in tonight,” you ask as he approaches the counter. He shrugs, heading to the office behind the counter and setting his stuff down on his desk. 

“He called out sick, so I just decided to come in for him,” he says casually, slipping a sweatshirt on over his head. You nod, your mind trailing back to your current predicament. 

“Did you know that the Kiszkas were in town?” you ask, looking over at him. His eyes shift guiltily as he approaches you. 

“Yeah… I caught Kelly outside on the porch the other day and he told me about it. I’m sorry that I didn’t warn you about it. Didn’t want to upset you,” he admits, rubbing your shoulder softly. 

“It’s okay, Dad. I’m fine,” you say, lying through your teeth. If anyone understood how you felt about your fallout with Josh, it was your dad. He was there for you through it all, as you tried to bury your feelings by working endless shifts at the shop. He says it never gave him any bias, but you know that secretly, he felt differently about Josh since that day. No matter what, he was always on your side. 

“Sam came in here this morning. Asked me to come to dinner at their house after work,” you admit, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. 

“Oh. Are you going to go?” he asks apprehensively. You look up at him and see the concern in his eyes. 

“Uh, yeah. I think I will. Sam really wants me to and… it’s been four years. We’ll have to get over it some time. Might as well be now,” you say, trying to seem as sure as possible, despite how unsure you actually felt. Your dad raised you to be strong, and you wanted to be that person for him. 

“Okay, if you’re sure,” he says, offering a reassuring smile. You nod with a smile.

“Why don’t you just head out now, hon? I can handle the rest of the night. You just go home and get ready for dinner,” he offers, not giving you any time to protest before he walks off to do inventory in the back of the store. You shrug to yourself and decide to just go home, grabbing your tote from the office and heading out to the front of the store to your car parked in the front space. 

The store is only a ten-minute drive from home, so you’re back before you know it. You pull into the driveway then gather your things, heading inside. You walk in to find your mother in the kitchen, cooking some dinner.

“Hi baby, how was work?” she asks, turning around to face you. 

“It was alright, pretty slow,” you say, stopping in the kitchen to talk for a moment. 

“I talked to your brother today, he should be coming home in a few weeks after finals are over,” she says, stirring the food in the pot as she talks. 

“Oh, that’s cool. That should be nice,” you remark, your mind wandering, making you unable to entertain the conversation much more, so she changes the subject. 

“Are you hungry? I’m making some pasta with vodka sauce right now if you want some,” she asks. You weren’t sure how you’d explain this situation to her, but you have to. 

“Actually… I’m going to the Kiszkas for dinner,” you answer quietly. She stops stirring in her pot and looks at you, her eyes drooping just like your dad’s did not long ago. 

“Oh! That’s quite a surprise,” she answers honestly, her face feigning excitement but her eyes give her away. 

“Mom, it’s fine. I’m fine. Seriously, it’s no big deal,” you answer, trying to convince yourself as well as her. She gives you a small smile and nods, and you take your leave up the stairs to your bedroom. Over the years, you’ve renovated the large attic in your parent’s house so that you had more of your own space away from them in your adulthood, while still living at home. It’s been nice and quite private, you’ve really made it your own. 

As you set your bag down on the floor and sit down on your bed, your mind travels back in time to the last time you saw Josh Kiszka. You still wonder where it all went wrong. It was perfect, truly perfect– until it wasn’t. The worst part about it is that it was nobody’s fault, there was no one to blame. You wondered for years if it was just the right person but the wrong time, but those delusions soon faded away as the years progressed and you still never heard from him. He’d moved on, and so had you. 

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JUNE 2020

“I just don’t understand why you won’t just come with us! You’d be perfect there– I need you there!” Josh shouted, slamming his hands down on the counter in frustration as you leaned your back against the kitchen counter, keeping your head low.

“Josh, it isn’t that fucking easy! I can’t just pick up and leave! I have responsibilities here! My job, my family!” you yelled with your head in your hands. 

The band made plans to move to Nashville, Tennessee by the end of the month, hoping to record their music there instead. Their success had shot up significantly since the two of you got together, with money pouring in and new music being recorded left and right. You knew they’d outgrow you and this town, but you didn’t think it would happen this soon. 

He begged you to come with him, insisting that you could find a job down there and live with him and Jake, but that wasn’t what you wanted. You made a commitment to your father, having started online business classes with UMich in January with hopes to someday run the shop yourself. Josh knew that, but he insisted that you come with him.

“Don’t you think I’m making sacrifices here, too? I don’t want to have to leave my parents, but it’s our destiny, Saph! This is what I’m meant to do, I thought you’d understand that,” he groaned, shaking his head angrily. Tears start to fill your waterline as you struggle to get your words out.

“Of course I understand! I’ve always believed in you, you know that! Since day one, I’ve supported you!” you yelled as the tears started to escape from your eyes. “You know we’ve always had different goals, this town has always been my whole life. And you’ve always been destined for more. I knew that from the start.”

“If you know that this is what I’m destined to do, then why can’t you just come with me?” he asked with a sigh, rubbing his temples. 

“Josh, I love you. I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved in my entire life,” you said, tears spilling down your face. “But this is your dream, not mine.” You watch as his eyes start to water, mirroring yours. His face drops as the realization kicks in.

“So, that’s it then? You’re just giving up? You’re giving up on us?” Josh asked accusingly, stepping closer to you, but you backed away. 

“I’m not giving up, Josh. But we want different things,” you answered honestly, your voice shaky. 

“All I want is you, Saph. I love you so much. Please,” he said, his eyes pooling with tears. He stepped forward once more, reaching his arms to your waist and attempting to pull you closer. “Please just come with us.” You shook your head, backing up more. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” you said, looking into his eyes as they filled with despair. 

“You’re breaking my heart, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice cracking. Your heart sank. 

“And you’re breaking mine,” you answered, taking one last look at him before turning around and heading toward the back door in the kitchen, yanking it open and rushing out. As you rushed home, you wiped the tears from your eyes, not wanting your parents to see you that way. And that was it. That was the last time you saw Josh Kiszka.

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CURRENT  DAY

Deep breaths, Y/N, you tell yourself as you look at yourself in your bathroom mirror. You pull your hair back half-up, putting the small section of hair into a little bun that sits on the back of your head. You pull a few front pieces out to frame your face and then pull a brush through the rest of your long, wavy hair. You’ve got this.

You throw on a grey flannel over the cropped tee you were wearing, which contrasts well with your distressed dark grey jeans. You slide on your Converse and then sit down on your bed to check your phone. 

Sammy: Hey, Smalls. Did you think about gracing up with your presence at dinner tonight?

You breathe out a quiet laugh and shake your head at his sarcasm as you type your reply.

You: Don’t get your panties in a twist, Samuel. I’ll be there. 

It doesn’t even take a minute for him to respond.

Sammy: Knew you’d come around. Come over around six?

You slide down on your screen to check the time — 5:28 pm. Okay, you still have some time. 

You: See you then. 

You fiddle with your fingers as you sit on your bed, waiting for the appropriate time to go downstairs and walk next door. The entire situation stressed you out beyond belief. You’re not sure how you managed to get yourself into this mess in the first place, you had done such a good job at avoiding them when they’d come to town for the past four years. But now, it was unavoidable. 

How is Josh going to react? After you left that day, he left you dozens upon dozens of voicemails and text messages, all of which you ignored. After a week of trying to get you to talk to him, he eventually relented. He gave up. At the time, it stung somehow. You didn’t understand it, you wanted him to leave you alone and let you both move on, so why did it hurt so bad when he finally did? It was all so complicated and screwed up. You just hope that he isn’t still upset with you after all this time. 

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JOSH POV

“Josh, honey,” your mom says from the kitchen, making you turn your head to look at her. “Could you turn that movie off? It’s almost time for dinner.” You nod and take your feet off of the coffee table, reaching for the remote, and reluctantly turning the TV off. No matter how old you got, you still always helped your mom with dinner. It was a tradition at this point, as silly as it sounded. 

“Boys, it’s almost dinner time!” she yells, trying to get your bothers’ attention from the garage, which had a door connecting to the kitchen. You hear muffled ‘okay’s from behind the door and soon enough, your brothers emerge from the garage and storm the kitchen. 

You get up from the couch and watch as Sam walks over to the dining room to set the table and Jake opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of white wine to drink with dinner. You decide to enter the kitchen and help her transfer the food to the serving dishes.

“Oh, Mom,” Sam starts from the dining room as he gathers the folded napkins from the pantry. “I forgot to tell you earlier, I stopped into the music store today on my way to get groceries. Y/N was there.” 

Your movements come to a halt as you hear the words fall from his mouth. How could he just bring her up so casually? You quickly try to shake it off. It’s been four years, it’s nothing. You probably won’t even have to see her, anyway. You’ve gone this long without running into her, anyway, probably by her own doing. 

“That’s nice, sweetie. How is she doing?” your mom asks kindly as she hands you an empty dish to transfer the pierogis into. You take the dish into your hands and walk over to an empty counter space to set it down. 

“She’s good! I actually invited her to come to dinner tonight,” Sam said nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“What?” you exclaim instinctually, your mouth agape as you stare daggers into your little brother. Before you even realize what’s happening, you’re startled by the sound of the dish you were holding falling onto the ground and shattering into pieces. You didn’t even feel yourself drop it. “Oh God, Ma I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ll go get the broom, don’t go anywhere.” 

You shake your head and curse under your breath as you rush down the basement steps to grab the broom and quickly run back up to the kitchen. As you clean up your mess, you listen silently to the conversation, too embarrassed by your behavior to say anything else. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen Y/N in ages,” you hear your twin remark from behind you, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. He needs to wipe that smug look off of his face before you do something drastic. 

“I know, it has been a long time. It’ll be nice to catch up, won’t it, honey?” your mom asks sweetly, turning over her shoulder to look at you with an encouraging smile. 

She knows every single detail about what went down between you and Y/N four years ago. She was here to pick up the pieces. Jake, not so much. While she was there comforting you, your twin was just blinded by his ambition. All he cared about was how great Nashville was going to be, for the both of you. 

“You don’t need Y/N, Josh. You have us. We’re your family,” Jake said apathetically as the two of you packed up your things. You just scoffed, shaking your head as you folded your clothes and placed them into your bags. 

“That’s not the point, Jake. I really wanted her there, and now I don’t know who I am without her,” you admitted, not looking up from your bags in hopes of not catching Jake’s sharp glare. 

“You’re Josh fucking Kiszka, lead singer of a band that’s going to make it BIG, that’s who you are,” Jake said confidently, patting your back. “We’re only just getting started, brother. Mark my words. Years from now, you’re not even going to remember her name.”

He just didn’t get it. Your other half always had an easier time with everything: getting girls, getting over girls, and everything in between. Nothing fazed him. It wasn’t that easy for you. You’re a writer, for God’s sake. An artist. You were nothing without a muse. 

“Just make your own muse then,” your brother had said. 

And that’s just what you did. Once the four of you got to Nashville, all you cared about was the music. You didn’t let yourself get distracted– no girls, no guys, nobody. Just you and your notebook and your dream. And it’s worked like magic ever since, you didn’t need anybody else besides your brothers and this band. The news of her coming back into your life has now set you back to four years ago, like nothing has changed. But everything has. 

“I don’t know, Mom. I don’t think she’s gonna want to talk to me, after everything…” you trail off, turning your back against your family as you try to focus on the task at hand. 

“I still don’t understand what even happened, Josh,” Sam says, rolling his eyes. Of course, he didn’t get it either. He was always fond of her, you assumed he had a small crush on her for most of his childhood. Whatever that was has surely passed on by now, but Sam was always protective over her. He was your brother, at the end of the day, so of course he was on your side. But you always knew that he was sad over her absence, deep down. 

“We were just different people, Sam. It wasn’t meant to be, that’s all. It doesn’t matter now,” you mutter, not looking up from the floor as you finish sweeping. 

“If it doesn’t matter now, then why would she still be upset with you?” Sam asks, frustration coating his voice. “When I talked to her earlier, she seemed to think that you wouldn’t want to talk to her.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, not sure what else to say. Why on Earth would she possibly think you could still be upset with her after all these years? You couldn't admit it then, blinded by young love and all the firsts you shared. But you knew it was for the best, in the end. She didn’t want to leave, and you couldn’t make her. 

You were glad that she let you go when she did, rather than moving with you and growing to resent you. She wanted to stay, and you needed to go. You’ve come to terms with it. Do you still think about her every now and then? Sure. The what-ifs do tend to creep in at night sometimes, but you always quickly shove them down. You have no room for what-ifs in your life right now. Things are really starting to pick up with the band, with your world tour and impending new music that you’ll be teasing any month now. The last thing you needed right now was to worry about the one that got away.

“Just try and talk to her, okay? It can’t hurt,” Sam says, walking past you to go sit on the couch now that he’s finished setting the dinner table. Yes, it can, you think to yourself, knowing better than to actually say it out loud. You just simply nod, grabbing a new dish and transferring the food over.

“Okay. I’ll talk to her,” you concede, covering the food with aluminum foil and then walking over to the dining table to place it down in the center. You run your fingers through your hair nervously as you walk back to the kitchen and finish helping your mom plate the rest of the food. 

You hear your dad walk in through the front door and he enters the kitchen, kissing your mom on the cheek before going to sit on the couch with Sam. You watch as he reaches for the remote and turns the TV on, switching the channel to put on what seems like the hockey game. 

“Hey, I was watching something there! Now I’m going to lose my place!” you scold, walking toward the living room and leaning against the wall. 

“Josh, you were watching Silence of the Lambs for the millionth time, I don’t think you need to worry about losing your place,” Jake teases, walking into the living room to sit on the armchair and recline. 

“Yeah, Josh. C’mon, the Red Wings are on, it’s almost playoffs,” Sam says matter-of-factly. You hear your dad chuckle at the banter, turning the volume up. Traitor. 

“No! No more TV, Y/N will be here any minute now. You four are unbelievable,” your mom scoffs from the kitchen, shaking her head as she finishes preparing the food. Your brothers groan loudly and your dad reaches to turn the TV off. You swallow deeply as you wait nervously for Y/N to arrive. You don’t know what to expect, and that scares you. Maybe it’s because you were the oldest, or maybe it’s because you have a Cancer Moon, but you like being able to predict what will happen next. Now, all of that was completely out of your hands.

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YOUR POV

5:56 pm. Time to go, you suppose. You really don’t know what to expect, but Sam reassured you that everything will be fine. In all honesty, it wasn’t the possibility of Josh being upset with you that worried you. You were worried that, the second you saw him, your entire world would cave in. You were worried that you would just want to fall into his arms and apologize for everything you said. 

But you knew that you couldn’t do that, you can’t. He’s come too far now to be pulled down by you. He seemed truly happy and successful, who were you to come waltzing back into his life and tear it all up? No. You had to be strong. For Josh, and for yourself. 

As you approach the Kiszka’s porch, you take one last deep breath before laying a few soft knocks on the front door. You hear jostling behind the door and a distant “I’ll get it, I’ll get it!” before the door finally swings open with Sam’s wide grin greeting you. 

“Honored guest! Welcome!” he exclaims, reaching out to grab your arm and pull you inside, shutting the door behind you. Your eyes scan the room as you enter, smiling at Sam’s antics before the inevitable happens. First, you see Kelly and Jake sitting in the living room, turning over their shoulders to look at you. But as your eyes drift to the kitchen ahead of you, you see him. 

You knew it was too late to turn back now, despite the strong urge to leave now while you still can. But you can’t run away, not this time. You watch as his posture shifts when he feels your eyes on him, straightening his back as he leans against the wall. Your eyes soften as you take it in, almost unsure of where to start.

He looked so different. Yet somehow, as you looked at him, it still felt familiar. You thought that you would feel uncomfortable or unwelcome, but no. You feel safe. 

His hair was styled much differently now, his fluffy, curly hair now shaved short on the sides of his head. His cheeks were still as rosy as ever, adorned with little white dots along the cheekbones. You like it, you decide. He always knew how to stand out. 

His once bare face was now decorated with a dark mustache and goatee, much like Sam had, but not nearly as long. Josh’s was more clean and precise. Just like him. 

He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled slightly. You can see that his arms have gotten bigger since the last time you saw him, which didn’t surprise you. The boy you once knew truly grew into a man, standing in front of you. 

They all had. Jake looked so different, with his hair sitting right on his shoulder, sporting some facial hair of his own. He looked more serious now, which wasn’t a bad thing. You should feel proud, but all you feel is regret that you weren’t there to see it. 

“Hi,” you say shyly, already beating yourself up on the inside for it. Just hi, seriously? That’s how you want to start? Jake gets up from the armchair on your right to approach you, reaching out to pat your arm supportively.

“It’s great to see you again, Y/N,” he says with a closed-lip smile. “Do you want a drink? I was just about to open this bottle of Chardonnay that I picked out for dinner, if you’re interested.” You nod and follow him to the kitchen, passing Josh on your way there. 

His eyes follow you as you walk into the kitchen. You don’t say anything at first, but as Jake works to open the bottle of wine, you decide to work up the courage. 

“Hey…” you start, walking over to him as he shifts his body, turning to face you with his back against the wall. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he answers, slipping his hands into his front pockets nervously. Ouch. You weren’t necessarily expecting him to use your nickname, it’s been years since you saw each other and the nickname itself was rooted in his feelings for you. But hearing your real name fall from his mouth still cut like a knife. You suppose that if you wanted him to use your nickname, you’d have to earn it. 

“You look good,” you say, fiddling with your fingers in front of you as you look behind you to see if Jake has opened that wine bottle yet. God knows you’ll need it. Josh’s eyes drop suddenly at your words, almost as though he didn’t expect it. Fuck, why did you say that? Making him upset certainly wasn’t your intention when you gave the compliment, you just didn’t know what else to say. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that– stupid…” you start apologizing, but he stops you.

“No, no, it’s okay. I was just taken aback, that’s all,” he says honestly, concern covering his face. He’s still as empathetic as he always was. You knew he would be, you don’t know why you’d expected anything else. “So do you. You look… radiant.” Before you can let him see your cheeks flush, you turn around as Jake extends his arm to hand you a very full glass of wine.

“Jeez, that’s one heavy poor, Kiszka,” you joke, taking a short sip of the wine before leaning your back against the wall opposite of Josh. The younger twin chuckles at your words, taking a sip out of his own glass before answering. 

“Hey, I figured you could use a little extra. What’s the harm?” he says with a shrug, leaning against the kitchen counter. You smile at him, looking at him as the two of you exchange a silent look. It’s clear that he knows how tense this might be for you, and you feel grateful for that. Maybe this dinner wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

Karen descends the stairs and walks into the kitchen, calling everyone to the dinner table. She greets you, of course, expressing how glad she is to see you after so long. You really did feel guilty over abandoning the rest of the Kiszkas when you and Josh had your falling out. They were like a second family to you throughout your entire childhood, so you missed them so much.

The boys rushed to the dinner table, clearly starving from the looks of it. Obviously, they all had their own “assigned” seats around the table, with Josh and Jake sitting next to each other, with Sam sitting across from Jake. The seat across from Josh was probably reserved for their sister, Ronnie, but she wasn’t here, so you suppose that seat’s for you. Timidly, you approach the seat and sit down, looking at Josh quickly before averting your eyes and watching as their parents take their own seats. 

Dinner itself actually went really well. Karen asked you questions about your life recently, and you talked about your brother going to college, as well as your own business degree and your plans to run the shop. Josh kept mostly to himself, eating his dinner silently while sneaking glances every now and then when he thought you weren’t looking. 

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, though, and that made you feel uneasy. Was he uncomfortable with you being there? Did he want you to leave? Or was it possible that he wanted to talk things out? You hoped for the latter, wanting to at least give both of you some closure. You were hopeful that he wanted that, too. 

Before long, Karen was coming around the table to gather the dirty dishes. As she approached your seat, you pushed your chair back and stood up. 

“Here, Karen, let me help,” you say, picking up your own plate, along with Sam’s. She thanks you, and the two of you walk to the kitchen together to put the dishes in the sink.

“Do you want to dry them once I’m done washing them?” she asks, and you nod eagerly. You get into a rhythm soon enough, finishing the dishes in only a little over five minutes. “I like having a helper around here. These boys always get so lazy after they’re done eating.”

“Tell me about it,” you answer with a laugh. “I used to have to drag Josh up off the couch to go anywhere after we’d had a meal.” The memory was fond but fleeting as you gaze into the dining room to see Josh’s eyes locked on you. Shit, you probably shouldn’t have brought it up. His attention was soon drawn back to his brothers as Jake snapped his fingers at him, trying to get him back into whatever conversation they were having. 

“It really is nice to have you back here, Y/N,” Karen admits with a soft smile. You return it with a gentle nod and she retreats to the living room to sit and watch the rest of the hockey game with Kelly. You stand there for a moment alone before you look over to see the boys getting up from the table. 

“We’re gonna go jam in the garage for a bit. Might be good to get our creative juices flowing in the place where it all started,” Jake says, nodding his head to his brothers as he walks over to the door to the garage. 

Sam quickly follows with Josh behind him, who stops at the door and turns to you both. Your eyes lock for a moment before he looks behind him at the garage, then back at you, seeming a bit conflicted. 

“Hey, I’ll be in a little later. You guys start without me,” Josh says to them, with his eyes still on you. They were searching for something on your face, some sort of sign. You caught on rather quickly, walking toward him to reach for the door to the back porch, opening it apprehensively. You step out onto the porch and he follows, shutting the door softly behind him. 

You walk to the porch swing on the far side of the porch, patting the cushion next to you to tell Josh to sit next to you. You sit in silence for a few moments, unsure where to begin. You open your mouth to start to speak, but Josh beats you to it. 

“So, you come here often?” he jokes, looking down at you with a smirk. You giggle and look down at your feet, the cliche successfully breaking the ice. 

“As a matter of fact, I do. I live right over there, you see,” you say smartly, pointing to your house behind you. A laugh erupts deep from Josh’s chest as he looks over at you with a genuine smile– something that you haven’t seen in so long. It almost felt normal, all of this, in that moment. Almost. 

“You don’t say,” Josh answers with a grin as he reaches into the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a red lighter, pulling one out of the pack. 

“Cigarette?” he offers, stretching his hand out to you with it between his fingers. Your eyes travel from his hand to his face, looking back at him with an awkward smile.

“Oh, I don’t smoke,” you say honestly, your cheeks flushing with a bit of embarrassment as he smiles at you awkwardly, sucking air between his teeth.

“I knew that,” he says, retracting his hand and placing the cigarette between his lips. You laugh, the idea of knowing each other so well but also not at all feeling terribly ironic. He knew you, once. He knew what you used to be. But the girl you were at 22 was very different than you are now at 27, in more ways than one. For better or for worse, you’ve changed, and so has he.

Was it possible to get to know the new version of him? Did he want you to know him? Do you want him to know you? At this moment, sitting on the back porch in the same spot that you sat in for most of your youth, you believe that you did want to know him, and him you. Did he want that too?

Josh lights his cigarette quickly and then slides the pack and lighter back into his pocket, taking a drag before resting his hand on his knee and looking back at you. Why were you so intimidated to say anything? It was just Josh, the same Josh you once loved. Once. What were you so afraid of?

“I almost didn’t come tonight,” you finally admit, leaning your arm onto the back of the swing as you shift your body toward him. He raises his eyebrows at your honesty, shifting his body toward you in return.

“Why did you?” he asks honestly, searching your face for an answer. You weren’t sure what the answer even was, but you tried nonetheless. 

“Honestly? I’m not quite sure,” you say, fidgeting with your hair. “I think part of me hoped to get some closure. Another part just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.” You didn’t expect yourself to put it all out in the open like that, but you realize that the large glass of wine loosened your lips more than you thought it would. 

“Things can’t go back to the way they used to be,” Josh says quietly, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing it the other way. Your eyes shifted to your lap nervously. 

“I know. You’re right,” you whisper, now avoiding his gaze. You sit silently for a moment before he finally speaks up.

“You’re happy here?” he asks, giving you time to respond. You finally look up at him and his eyes soften as your eyes meet, the same soft eyes you’ve always known. A dark brown color in the darkness of the spring night, only catching the light every once in a while when he turned toward the porch light. 

“I am, I think…” you answer, almost hesitantly. He nods silently. “Are you? Happy there? Is it everything you hoped it would be?” He pauses for a moment, seemingly collecting his thoughts.

“Yes, I’m happy there,” he admits, biting his lip slightly as he ponders his next thought. “But is it everything I hoped it would be? Not so much.” Your eyes fall sadly at his words, inching a bit closer.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Josh,” you say, rubbing his arm softly. He flinches slightly at your touch, making you retreat entirely, scooching back to the other side of the bench. He takes another drag of his cigarette and shakes his head. 

“It’s just a bit lonely. It’s only work there, no play,” he says softly. “I love the music, don’t get me wrong. I’m making the kind of art I always wanted to make. I just hate doing it alone.”

Oh. He isn’t over it. That much was clear. You can’t help but feel responsible for his suffering. But you knew you weren’t, this wasn’t your fault. You were never meant to move down there, it wasn’t right. 

“You’re not alone. You have your brothers, you have friends,” you say supportively, hoping to steer the subject further from the harsh truth. He shakes his head again, taking an extra long drag from his cigarette.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he says, a bit of frustration hanging on his tone. When he catches it, he shakes it off. “Look, it doesn’t matter really. Forget I said anything.” You nod, looking over at him to find that his eyes are already on you. 

Music starts to pour out of the open windows of the garage behind you, startling you a bit. You could hear Sam’s keyboard and Jake’s guitar playing a song that sounded familiar to you, but you weren’t sure why. It must be one of theirs. Surely you heard it in one of their practices all those years ago. 

“What’s this one called?’ you ask, referencing the song coming from the garage. Josh’s lips tweak into a small smile as he answers you. 

“It’s Heat Above. It’s from our second record,” he says. You nod slowly, recognizing the name. 

“I think I know that one,” you say with a timid smile. 

“You listened to the album?” he asks with slight surprise. You nod again, inching a bit closer once more. 

“Of course I did. Listened to the new one, too,” you admit, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. When you look back up at Josh, he’s smiling widely.

“You listen to our music,” he says proudly. You return the smile and look back down at your lap, hoping to avoid him seeing the blush that’s started to cover your cheeks.

“Sometimes, yeah…” you mumble, “You know I always loved hearing you guys play. That never changed.”

“I just thought you might’ve avoided it… like you have us,” he says, which forces you to look back up at him. Here we are again, back to this topic.

“I wasn’t avoiding you…” you start, but he gives you a stern look. “Okay, fine. Maybe I was. But I just wanted to give you some space, you were really upset with me when you left. I didn’t want to rehash it all.” The closed-lip smile on his face as his dimples caved in was enough to catch your breath in your throat. 

“You didn't have to avoid me, Saph… I was fine. I was handling it on my own,” he says softly. There it was. The nickname– finally. You still don’t feel like you’d earned it, but it was clear that he was growing soft on you. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t spark up the butterflies in your stomach that you thought were long gone. 

Comfortable silence fills the air as you look over at him, only inches away from you. As you sit together on the porch swing, the same one that you used to sit on together every summer, you can’t help but feel your heart swell in your chest.

His eyes drift downward every once and a while as he takes drags from his cigarette every minute or so. You know he’s looking at your lips, he has to be. For a moment, you wonder if he wants to kiss you. Do you want to kiss him? It feels like you do, but you know you shouldn’t. It’ll throw you right back to where you started, two people with different goals in life. But despite the glaring truth, your conscience starts to fly out the window as you let your gaze drift to his lips as well. 

He takes one last hit of his cigarette and then puts it out in the ashtray on the table next to the swing. Music still flows loudly from the garage as the two of you sit there together in the quiet night. He turns back toward you, his eyes drifting to your lips again before you decide you can’t take anymore. Your hand leaves your lap and moves to rest on his waist, rubbing his side lightly with your thumb. 

“Josh?” you start, unsure if you want to continue the way you intend to. 

“Yes, Sapphire?” he answers, making your heart jump inside your chest. The nickname was effective before, but now it felt like something different entirely. How he had so much of an effect on you with so few words baffled you. It was something that you’d never experienced before and likely never will again. 

“Are any of those songs about me?” you finally ask, keeping your eyes on his in an effort to feign confidence. You watch as his gaze softens and he nods slowly. 

“Yes, some of them are,” he admits earnestly, his eyes darting to your lips as your proximity becomes even more apparent. 

“Are some of them about someone else?” you ask, already knowing the answer. But you wanted to hear him say it–no, needed to. He was so close that you could feel his warm breath against your face, sending your mind reeling.

“There is no one else,” he says, his voice deep and low. You breathe out a slow breath, trying not to look relieved. The corner of his mouth tweaks up into a smirk as his eyes burn through yours. After a few more moments of silence, where the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, your eyes soften as the gap between you gets even smaller.

“Please,” you whisper, a quiet plea for him to close the gap and give in to all of the desire that was looming over you. And that was all he needed to hear before his soft lips encompassed yours.

The breath is stolen from your throat as Josh’s lips crash against yours, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer. You almost have a double-take for a moment, wondering if this was really happening, before you’re snapped out of it by the feeling of Josh’s tongue gliding against your bottom lip. You give him access and his tongue slips past your lips and dances with your own, making you sigh quietly against his lips. 

The feeling of his hands on your body and his mouth finally on yours is almost too good to be true. Were you dreaming? Surely not. His touch brings you back to reality, his hand grazing your ass and grabbing it tightly. God, you missed this. You missed him. You cursed yourself for even having doubts, but you do. Before it goes any further, you pull away, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pause to think straight.

“Josh…” you whisper, resting your forehead against his softly. 

“Don’t think so much,” he says, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “We can talk later. This feels too right to stop now.” After he speaks those words, it all feels reminiscent of a distant memory. Your first time, five years ago.

“Josh…” you start, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. 

“Shhh,” he whispers, bringing his finger to your lips. “We can discuss it later. Right now, I just need to feel you… gotta make sure that this isn’t some sort of dream.”

Some things never change… Without ‘thinking too much,’ you just simply nod and stand up from the swing, taking his hand in yours. 

“Come home with me?” you ask, lacing your fingers with his. A smile creeps across his face as he nods.

“I’m offended that you even felt like you had to ask,” he jokes, letting his arm be dragged by you as you exit the backyard and enter your own, entering the house through the backdoor. Your parents are in bed by now, so the two of you move swiftly up the steep steps into your attic bedroom. Once you enter your bedroom, you shut the door behind you and lock it. 

The room is lit only by the string of lights along the back window, giving you a limited view of the man in front of you. You approach him, placing your hands on the back of his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist softly. Up close, you can see the clear smile across his face. It brought you joy, to see him happy, and to know that you were the reason for it. 

Your lips finally find his again, backing him up quickly until the back of his legs hit the bed. He turns you around, laying your back against the bed as he hovers over you. His hands move to slide your flannel down your arms slowly, tossing it on the floor before leaning down to kiss hot, wet kisses across your jaw and down your neck. 

His hands find the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling up on it lightly as his lips pepper kisses down your neck. You nod feverishly and he leans back to pull your t-shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra. Josh’s hand strokes your cheek softly and then travels down your neck to your chest, grasping your breast over your bra, making it spill out slightly. 

He pulls his own shirt off, throwing it on the floor behind him before leaning back down to kiss down your collarbone, stopping at your bra strap. His finger slips underneath the strap and pulls it up, snapping it against your skin. You let out a light moan at the sensation and you watch him laugh at you before lowering his face to yours. 

“God, you’re desperate for it, huh?” he asks, his nose brushing against yours as his eyes darken. “So needy.”

A quiet whimper leaves your throat involuntarily as one of his hands glides down your side to hold you still at your waist, while the other reaches behind your back and undoes the clasps of your bra in one swift movement. He pulls it off, tossing it to the side before lowering his mouth to your bare chest and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

You throw your head back as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud relentlessly. It was almost like he was starving, unable to stop himself as he pleasured you. The thought itself turned you on even more, almost becoming too much to handle. 

One of his hands starts to work on the button of your jeans, undoing it before slowly sliding down the zipper. Without even bothering to pull the jeans down, his fingers slip underneath the waistband of your panties and immediately dip into your folds, eliciting a whine from you. A smirk grows across his lips as he dips his fingers through your folds a few more times, teasing your entrance before sliding his pointer finger inside of you with ease. His pace is relentless, curling his finger deep inside you before inserting a second finger, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Josh, I–” you start, struggling to get your words out. He flashes you a smile as he quickens his pace, bringing you closer to the edge. “Josh, enough. I want to feel you, please.” He smirks as you beg for him, his ego growing even bigger knowing the effect he had on you. He removes his fingers from you and then grips the hem of your jeans, yanking them down and pushing them to the floor. He stands up off the bed and unbuttons his own pants, dropping them to the floor along with his boxers. 

God, he was just as beautiful as you remembered. You’ve relived this moment dozens of times before, on nights when you were lonely and longing for him. It happened more than you’d like to admit. His chest was even more sculpted than the last time you’d seen him this way, bare in front of you. He had grown into this strong, sexy man that you almost didn’t recognize. But he was someone that you were desperate to have. 

“I’ve pictured this moment so many times, but it’s still even better than I ever could have imagined,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him on top of you. His lips attack your neck, sucking dark marks along it as you writhe underneath him. 

“You’ve pictured this, baby?” he asks, his eyes dark as his strong arms hold you still on the bed.

“Yes,” you nod, melting into his kiss as his lips press against yours. His hand aligns himself with you, rubbing your sensitive clit as he talks to you before slipping inside.

“Tell me what you thought about,” he says, his eyes burning through yours, dark with lust. Before you have time to answer, he pushes himself inside you to the hilt, making a stifled moan erupt from your throat. Your nails dig into his back as he pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into you harshly. “I said tell me,” he repeats, his voice low and hoarse. His hips start a brutal pace as you try to collect your thoughts, unable to think straight. 

“I– fuck,” you start, quickly interrupted by a harsh slam of his hips as the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix. “I thought about how badly I wanted to feel you inside me again. Just like this,” you finally answer, throwing your head back against your headboard. 

“Yeah? Did you touch yourself while thinking about feeling me deep inside you?” he says, his right hand resting on the back of your neck as his thumb strokes the front of your neck softly. You nod swiftly, your eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. 

“Yes, so many times,” you mutter, your eyes still shut tightly. 

“What else?” he asks as you whine underneath him, struggling to keep going. “Open your eyes, look at me,” he asserts sternly. Fuck, he was so hot when he was in charge, you never wanted it any other way.

“I thought about when you’d be rough with me… so fucking hot,” you spit out, your eyes half-lidded as they lock on his. He curses under his breath and slams his hips extra hard against yours. 

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his hips back and pulling out of you before swiftly flipping you over onto your knees. Without warning, he pushes back into you and sets a steady pace, his hand gliding from your hip down your back to the back of your neck. He pushes you down by your back as he slams into you, his tip hitting that special spot inside you repeatedly. You whine underneath him as the pressure inside you starts to build. 

You wince as you feel Josh’s hand crack down on the swell of your ass, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from your mouth. As he fucks you deep into the mattress, his hand comes down on you a few more times, smoothing out the spot softly after each flow to your soft skin. You hear him panting behind you, muttering a slur of curses each time his hand cracks down on you, the sound of you whimpering underneath him almost enough to make him cum right there. 

Josh’s hand wraps around your throat, holding tightly as he pulls you up, his warm chest pressing against your back. The new angle is almost excruciating and your mind is numb, you’re unable to speak. He brushes your hair to the side, planting harsh kisses on your shoulder blade as his neck holds firmly on your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. 

The roughness was partially thanks to how much the tension built up, yearning to break free. But you knew that it was out of frustration too. Frustration over you not leaving with him all those years ago, and you deserved it. At this moment, if this was punishment for your decision, you wanted nothing else. 

“Is this rough enough for you, baby?” he mutters against your skin, his other hand moving from your waist to rub tight circles around your clit. You whine under your touch, knowing that your climax is near. “Is this just what you wanted?” 

“Yes, yes, feels so good,” you breathe, desperate for your release. 

“Perfect,” he whispers, moving his hand from your throat to grasp one of your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipple harshly. God, you were so close. “I’d do anything to make you feel good, Saph. Anything.”

Your orgasm crashes over you at that moment, the burning, white-hot sensation washing over you more intensely than you’ve experienced in God knows how long. Your mind goes foggy and you grow stiff against his touch as he kisses your cheek softly and helps you through it. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer, baby,” he whispers against your skin, kissing down your neck as his thrusts speed up. “Where should I…” You lean your head back against his shoulder as he gets even closer, overstimulation almost taking over you.

“Inside. Fuck, please,” you plead, and he moans in your ear as he slams his hips into you harshly, chasing his own high. 

“Shit, Saph, that’s so fucking hot,” he mutters from behind you, his arm holding your tightly against him as he grows closer. “Gonna fill you up, just like you want. Fuck, I love you so much.”

Your mind is so cloudy from the feeling of Josh inside of you and his lips on your neck that you almsot don’t register it at first. Before you have time to respond, he slams his hips into you one last time before you feel his release shoot deep inside of you. Your eyes roll back just from the feeling of it: warm, perfect. You knew in this moment that you were his. You always have been, and you always will be. It didn’t matter if you were together or apart, you were his. 

He thrusts a few more times, pushing his cum deep inside you before pulling out slowly, laying you down on the bed softly. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, stroking your bare back softly before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom behind you. Moments later, he returns with a towel, soaked in warm water to clean you off with. Once he’s convinced you’re clean, he wipes himself down quickly before tossing the towel back into the bathroom and then lying down next to you on the bed. 

As he lays down on his back next to you, you scooch over on the bed, placing your head next to his on the pillow and putting your hand on his warm, soft chest. He leans over, placing a kiss on your forehead with a quiet sigh. As his fingers start to ghost over your arm sweetly, you finally break the silence. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper, nuzzling into his neck as you shut your eyes, knowing that sleep will soon take over you. You don’t have to see him to know that he’s smiling.

“What does this mean for us?” he whispers, the cogs turning slowly. “I have to go back to Nashville on Sunday…” You think for a moment, not wanting to jump the gun or say the wrong thing. 

“I… I’ll talk to my dad in the morning, and I’ll tell him that I need to move to Nashville. With you. He’ll just have to find somebody else to take over.”

The silence is deafening. At first, you wonder if you’ve scared him away, but he speaks again.

“I thought that running the store was your dream, Saph,” he says apprehensively.

“It was. But everything is different now,” you answer, looking up at him with a soft smile. “You’re my dream, Josh Kiszka. Only you. Everything else can come after. I didn’t know it four years ago, but I know it now. It’s always been you.”

His lips crash into yours and you can feel him smiling against yours. Everything was falling into place.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers. 

“I love you, Josh.”

The End.

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[sunnykiszka]

Saw this on tiktok today and cried

god I wish he was real

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[radioflavia]

Is this the CUTEST video of JOSH ?

Yes it is.

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