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Obey : J.M.K

Minors DNI 🔞 sexual content/theme, inappropriate language, degradation, jealousy, rough behavior, dominance/submission, hair pulling, smacking/slapping, oral (f&m recieving)/vaginal sex, public sex, unprotected sex, teasing, choking, ligatures, and I’m sure much more!

Word Count: 4,155

Josh acts out on his jealousy in a dominant manner after catching you flirting with another guy. Reminding you of who you are bound to, he fucks you in plain sight. The night doesn’t stop there 😉

Author’s Note: Let that summary be cryptic because I’m not willing to give away the plot twist at the end. Predictable or not, I hope you enjoy ✨

A harsh grip pries you away from your senseless conversation, nearly slopping your drink all over yourself. A white flash rushes you into the next room. Before you can hardly even comprehend, Josh locks the door behind you and stares you down like your father used to when he was ‘disappointed’ in you. His eyes, which are always so inviting, appear darken and cold. His temples are pulsating from gritting his teeth behind a scowl. Refusing to break the intense silence, you lift your hands in question and sport a confused look.

“What do you mean?” He questions as he mocks your shrug.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You blurt out.

“You literally have the balls to flirt with some guy while I’m in the same room?”

“Excuse me? Even if I did have the balls to do so, you think I would?” You answer with a tinge of hurt in your voice.

“Looks to be that way,” Josh recants.

“How so?”

“Look at you! You slutty thing. Your tits are spilling out of your shirt and it sure looked like you were pushing them out even more at that guy. And I bet he was so fucking funny that you just had to touch his chest while you melted over his jokes!”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Josh,” you shout. He looks stunned. You never talk back to him. While he’s given you plenty of opportunities to speak your mind, you always bite your tongue out of respect. This is new territory.

“You really wanna do that?” He questions patronizingly.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m your naughty girl or some shit! Don’t act like I’m trying to test you. I’m a grown god-damn woman and just because I chose not to challenge your opinions most of the time doesn’t mean I’ve revoked my right to. So, if you think for a second that I would cross you like that, then fuck you.”

Not even giving him the satisfaction of the last word, you promptly unlock the door and slam it behind yourself. Tears well at the bottom of your eyes, your throat chokes up and you gasp for fresh air. Through all the bustle and chatter you hear the door slam across the room. Josh calls for you amidst the crowd. You continue to the door, but he catches your forearm before you make it. He moves past you and pulls you out to the front porch.

“We’re leaving,” he informs you.

You push his hand from your arm, and plant yourself firmly where you are. “I’m leaving, but not with you,” you exert.

“Then where do you think you are gonna go?”

“I don’t really care, Josh. As long as I’m not with you right now,” you respond as you start down the steps and cross the lawn.

He groans and follows you. When he catches up to you down the sidewalk, again, he clenches your forearm and yanks you toward him. Overcome with rage, you raise your hand to swat him across the cheek, but he grips your wrist before impact. He throws it down before pressing his pink, supple lips into yours. The rage and heat in your face dulls, and the disgust you felt for him turns to intense lust. You hate yourself for letting him upset you so much, yet you crumble at his kiss. His hands move to your waist, pressing you backward into a hedge. The faint streetlight reveals just enough for him to manipulate your body but hides your lewd acts in the shadows. Josh kisses you harder and drapes his torso atop yours. His fingers tangle in your hair, working to jolt your head back. Your bare neck retched to the side, exposed for him to bite and suck ruthlessly; and so, he does. Kneading with his tongue and lips, occasionally nipping. You whimper and beg for him.

“Oh fuck, Joshua.”

“Be quiet,” he groans between sucks.

With one hand he pops the button on your pants open, coaxes the zipper down, and shoves at the waistband just enough to get inside your panties. His finger pads skim over your bits. You are already so swollen and aching for his touch. He pulls his lips away from your neck and licks upward, leaving a trail of saliva across your jaw. He presses his forehead against yours, and stares so deeply into your soul it feels like he’s looking through you. It makes you want to sink into the bushes to evade his cruel intent. That being to tease the ever-loving fuck out of you.

He's back to tapping against your clit. You jerk and groan at his touch. His other hand grasps the back of your neck, keeping you from moving or breaking eye contact. You continue to whine behind your pursed lips.

“Smh. I hardly do anything to you and you’re squirming around; acting like you’ve been starved of sex. It’s not like you didn’t have my dick in your pretty mouth last night.”

His hand remains in your pants, but he stops touching you. A face full of false puzzle overcomes him; followed by a devilish smirk. He sighs and advances his fingers inside your core. You gasp and shoot onto your tip toes. That’s exactly what you had been craving but it overcomes you with passion every time. Pulsing in and out of you while you cry his name, he muffles you with his hand over your mouth. With you silenced, he grooms the inside of your cunt. Doing that ‘come here’ motion with his fingers. Fuck. Oh, how you love that, and he knows it too. Here you are, backed into a bush, cumming all over Josh’s fingers. The same ones he waves to all those needy girls with on tour. It makes your soul ignite when you think about how all of them can only dream of what he’s doing to you right now and imagine it’s them. Moving his grip from your mouth, he squishes your cheeks, bringing you back to reality.

“Focus on me,” he demands.

He withdraws his fingers from your core and pops them into your mouth. You suck them clean of your own slick; coating the inside of your mouth. Your mouth salivates as you lap at them, and with a swallow, it’s gone.

“Good girl,” he remarks.

Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out. He fumbles with his belt and pants before pushing them out of the way to reveal his cock. He’s hard for you; he has been for a while, you felt it against your body. He probably grew hard as he was chasing after you through the house party; knowing he was going to get his way with you. He tenderly holds himself in his hand. A trail of spit dribbles from his lips to his cock. It pools at the base before he slides his hand back n’ forth, making himself slick. You admire his actions. His length glistening, full of saliva. He continues jerking with one hand while the other clings onto your neck. You swallow hard behind his grip and watch as he positions himself just right. He advances slowly, every inch he groans, and his chokehold grows tighter. Coughing and gasping for air doesn’t stop him; he doesn’t let up until he’s all the way inside. His hips buck against you, leaving them there for a second; reveling in how narcotic it feels. He swells inside of you revealing just how tight you are. He moans as he begins to thrust up in you. He grabs your hips so harshly his knuckles are white. You drape your arms around his shoulders, fingernails scratching his warm skin. His head is hanging low, jaw slack, panting harder each second. He’s admiring how with every thrust your cum collects on his dick.

Although he’s completely enveloped in the moment, it doesn’t take long for him to become frustrated with this position and amount of clothing you still have on. He pulls out with annoyance. Your erotic trance quickly breaks, and you sigh. You had just gotten adjusted to his size, and now you’re missing it. Josh clutches your body and forces your bottoms down. He turns you around and pushes you into doggy. Quickly, he guides himself back into your core. That short absence let you grow tight again. Once more, you get to feel him stretch you out, but this time he’s not interested in feeling you adjust around him. He’s ready to pound you so deep you can feel it in your stomach. He grabs your hips and pulls you into him rhythmically. Your tits and hair bounce in sync as your moans catch in your throat. The sound of your ass clapping against his hips fills the empty street. Why he was so concerned about keeping you quiet earlier was a mystery, because he isn’t shy now. You could scream for him and he wouldn’t stop you. In fact, sometimes you think he wants to play that game; risk getting caught. So close, but not quite enough. He wants to flaunt you, but only have you to himself. He lifts his grip from your hips and begins clawing at your back. You continue to fuck yourself on him. He gravitates to your chest, pinching your nipples. You wince and bite at your lip to soothe the pain. After which, he massages them as if to say ‘I’m sorry.’ Just when you thought there might be some mercy to be had, he lays a smack across your ass.

“God dammit!” You screech.

Again! He cracks across it again and again. A small tear trickles down your cheek. It stings, but it’s intoxicating in all the same sense. He then rubs the surely welted skin, but for only a moment before he latches onto your hips once more to pump himself faster inside you. That warm feeling grows in your abdomen. Your body is quivering and you’re tensing around him in attempt to keep from climaxing. He licks his lips and grunts at you. He knows what’s going on in your body.

“C’mon! If you wanna cum, go ahead. Be a good little slut and cream all over me!” Josh coaxes.

Your eyes are squeezed shut with white knuckles wrapped around your knees. You huff and steadily relax your body as your core melts around Josh’s cock. His pace stutters. He groans as your nectar floods his groin and drips down his thigh. You coo and tremble. With a deep thrust, he busts inside of you. A gush of milky white release leaks out of your cunt as he pulls out of you. He catches it with cupped fingers before it makes a mess of your bottoms. He grips the back of your neck with one strong hand; standing you up and turning you toward himself. He nods for you to open your mouth once again. You do so. He lets his cum flow into your mouth, coating your tongue. You gulp as it continues to fill your mouth.

“You are insanely naughty” he mutters before tapping your cheek.

You put yourself back together, half in disbelief that just happened. Josh wipes his hand clean on the grass, as well as pulling his bottoms back on. He notices you adjusting yourself, as if you are going to walk back into that party acting like nothing happened. He gazes at you offhandedly.

“What?” You question.

“You think I’m done with you?” He responds arrogantly. He turns and heads toward his jeep down the street. You’re stuck in your spot; still processing what he’s suggesting.

“Get your tight ass moving,” he calls after you.

You roll your eyes and jog to catch up with him. Instead of climbing into the driver’s seat, he unlocks the back hatch and flings open the door. He steps aside and motions for you to climb in. You timidly comply. You scooch in and rest yourself on your forearms. Josh briefly smiles at you before tugging your pants off once more. Ripping your panties apart he spreads your legs, diving his head between your thighs. Extremely sensitive from moments before, your body jolts and struggles to get away from his eager tongue. Locking his arms around your knees, he pulls you back onto his face.

“Sit still,” he demands.

You grip onto the leather seat behind your head while moaning and softly shouting obscenities toward Josh. He flicks his tongue much like an artist with a brush; precise, fluid, and teasing. This makes your body move in unpredictable and wild ways. He introduces his plump lips to your clit, smoothing over it as his tongue laps over the rest of your bits. He’s not rough or eager to move on. This man is living for the moment! You know he daydreams about eating your pussy, but even more so making you spasm and plead with him. With every flick, nibble, and kiss his desire is satisfied. His facial hair tickles at your soft skin; making you squirm and paw at him. Josh pulls his face from between your thighs, catching his breath and wiping your slick from his chin. He looks up at you and flashes a sultry smile. Fully expecting him to continue eating you out, it shocks you that he unleashes his grip from your legs and begins to put himself back together.

“No more?” You question with a breathy sigh.

“Ah, look at you. Don’t want me to stop now? I must get you home for what I want to do to you next,” he expresses.

Your heart races in your chest, palms sweat, and stomach turns over. How much more could you handle?

“Put yourself together,” he adds.

You toss your shredded panties to the side. Someday Josh will find them, think back to this night and get excited over the thought of it. You pull your jeans back on, flinching at the harsh seem digging into your swollen core. You take care sinking into the passenger seat, but he notices your awkwardness and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” he sneers.

He wastes little time maneuvering through the side streets to reach your suburban home. With one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing your leg, he looks over at you with intense lust. Through all the shit tonight he still hasn’t lost intention. Whatever he has in store for you at home is lingering in his head, and it’s eating you alive. Within 15 minutes, you arrive home and he’s rushing you out of the Jeep. Once inside, he locks the door and grabs your hand, leading you to your bedroom. He whips his belt out from his bottoms and sheds his shirt. From behind the closet door, he swipes the satin belt for your robe. He motions for you to turn around. You feel the slick material weave around your wrists before he tightens it. It pinches at your skin slightly, but honestly, you kind of like it. Turning you back toward him by your shoulder, he holds the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

“You are going to get on your knees and suck my dick just like you did last night. Blow my fucking mind,” he instructs before laying a fierce kiss on your velvety lips.

You longingly gaze at him and shake your head with obedience. You gracefully get to your knees, arms confined behind your back. Josh unbuttons his pants and tosses them aside. He’s bulging in his briefs once again. Before he doffs them, he peers down at you. Surely reveling in how submissive you look right now. Finally, he takes his briefs down to expose his length. Your cheeks rose over, and you let out a soft huff. His eyelids sink and the rest of his face says it all. You peer up at him with Bambi eyes, hoping just for a second he’d look down, caress your face, and give you a tender smile. It’s evident there is zero glimpse of that tonight.

You turn your attention to his throbbing cock. He’s so excited that he’s precumming, much like how your mouth is salivating right now. You lap your tongue over it to let him know you notice how hot he is for you. You raise onto your knees and let a trail of saliva drip from your tongue to his erection. He strokes himself, lubing it up so your lips slide over him like butter. You take him into your mouth gradually; tongue dragging along his length. You don’t waste any time attempting to fulfill his expectations. He exhales with a whimper. Did you have him right where you wanted him after all his dominance? Hardly. His hand falls on the back of your head, driving his cock to the back of your throat. You gag and struggle to keep yourself from choking. He lets up, allowing your head to retract from him. Your mouth leaves his cock and your chin coated in saliva. He enjoys stripping you of any idea of control, just another reminder of who is in charge here. Once you catch your breath and fight your burning eyes, you give him a slutty smirk.

“Keep fucking going,” he commands through gritted teeth.

You happily oblige. You swirl you tongue around the head of his cock before taking it deeper again. You sink into a steady rhythm; working to get him off. You can feel him twitching for you through your lips. He places his hand on the back of your neck, digging his nails into your skin. You grumble with your mouth full. The way he is grimacing and groaning, you know he is close. His abdomen flexes and the veins in his forearm pulsate, warm blood rushing through his body. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, noticing your gaze. He shakes his head, knowing you are wondering if he is close.

“I’m gunna cum,” he huffs out.

You continue to take him deeper and deeper in a steady rhythm. You gag, letting sloppy sounds echo through the room. Josh lets out one last exacerbated moan, clutches the sides of your face and fills your mouth with his release. He pants with his jaw slack for a moment before looking down at you, making sure you swallow. You take a large gulp and stick your tongue out. He taps your cheek. “Good girl,” he compliments. You relax on your knees and wait for his next instruction silently. He looks exquisite. His tan skin glowing in the faint light, glossy from his sweat. His chest rises and falls rapidly while he attempts to find his breath. His usual curly, full hair is heavy from the humidity in the room. You like it. It makes him seem less like the flawless singer the world sees him as, and more like the real human being you know him to be.

“Get out of that head of yours,” he interrupts. “You need to focus on me.”

He bends down, lifting you off the floor, and guiding you over to the bed where he lays you out. Your arms are pinned under your back, rendering you more helpless than before. He hovers over you, taking your jeans off. Shimming them down your legs with one hand, while the other caresses your skin along the way. It sends shivers up your spine, and goosebumps appear across your body. Your nipples grow hard under your shirt, and to that he immediately notices. He smirks with a devious plan behind his eyes. He grips the hem of your shirt and rips it right up the front. Your eyes flood with shock and you gasp. Discarding it, his lips connect with your chest and his hands massage your tits. Vacuuming your flesh into his mouth, he designs patterns of faint bruises in his wake. Leaving something behind, so you can gawk at them when he’s away. He takes your nipple into his mouth and bites at it. You squirm underneath him, but he holds you still. Although, he takes a minute to nurture your chest, he returns to his original plot. He moves his way back down to your hips, studying your naked body before he pushes himself inside you once more. Your head jolts back into the sheets. Your cunt is sore from all this stimulation. Suppressing your own discomfort, Josh seems to be quite sensitive himself. He winces slightly when he thrusts into you. Your body relaxes as you know this has got to be the last time for tonight. He settles into a steady rhythm, grunting and panting as he fucks you more intensely than before. Your tits bounce forcefully across your torso, making your moans choppy and violent. The harder he pushes, the number your hands get underneath you, but you find it wickedly sexy. He places his hand over your stomach with slight pressure, so you both can clearly feel how deep he is. You cry out over him.

“Oh, Josh! That feels so fucking good!”

The only response he gives you is a huff. His darken eyes connect with yours. He’s so exhausted. His eyelids are sunken, brows furrowed, and lips parted. Without your hands to groom him, and knowing he wouldn’t allow you to verbally coax him to his climax, you tense your core around his cock. He coos after you and encourages you to continue. Repeatedly you tighten around him until he expresses how close he is.

“Oh fuck, if you keep doing that, I am going to fill your cunt up,” he heavily growls.

Josh continues to pulse in and out of you causing your eyes to well. Feelings of overstimulation and climax engulf you. That familiar pit forms in your stomach and it is ready to burst. Your thighs begin to shake around his body. He knows you are struggling to keep it together; you can see it in his eyes. This only makes him hungrier for his high. Your eyes roll back, and you thrash in the bed, fighting the ligature binding your hands. Josh bares down on your hips and gives you three, deep, sharp thrusts ending in his warm release spilling out of you. You can feel it beading down your thighs, making a mess of the duvet. He leans back on his knees, his dick sliding out of you, allowing more cum to run out of your cunt. His face is bare. Tired and fading out of his euphoria. After collecting himself, he directs his attention toward you. His lips are blush and pouty and eyes filled with concern. He leans over you to caress your cheek tenderly. He shakes his head and lets it fall, colliding with your chest. He’s blanketed across you, hugging your body. His face emerges from your torso after a few moments. It’s soft and endearing; he’s back to himself.

“Y/N?” He softly speaks. “Oh my God. Was that too much? Oh God, I’m sorry if that was too far,” he pleads.

You snicker softly before reassuring him. “Josh, it was all good. This was my idea, remember? I wouldn’t ask for it if I didn’t think I could handle it.”

“But—I did so many things—so rough,” he trails on.

“Josh, could you just—” you wiggle your arms underneath you “—Just untie me, now,” you request.

He scrambles to release your hands. You rub them while you admire the red, indentations they left. You cup his cheek and wipe the sweat from his temple. Giggling at his unruly hair, having lost all its volume; you floof it back up for him. You hope this gets him to snap out of his state of remorse; to know you are okay. His face continues to tell a story of sorrow.

“Babe, you did great,” you pause. “I may really like this jealous alter ego. He’s super fucking naughty,” you chuckle.

He smirks slightly, reassured by your words. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulls you into a warm embrace, falling back into the bed. Your hair flairs out with strands landing across your forehead. Josh brushes them away and plants a kiss where they once laid. You are madly in love with this man. He is the most kind, compassionate, lovable person you have ever met. Yet when you asked him to bring your sexual fantasy alive, he was able to you immerse completely. You had forgotten you had even asked him for this. He nestles his cheek into the crook of your neck. When he exhales, his breath tickles your skin. You peer down at him only to notice he has drifted to sleep. You smile at the serene sight and relax in the bed, not wanting to wake him. He had done so much for you tonight, so you return the favor in letting him rest.

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