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Skin Deep - Part 7

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word Count: 14.6k

A/N: I’m so happy to be able to get this posted for you guys. You have been so supportive and patient with me the past few weeks and I appreciate that more than you know. (Also I want to say this isn’t perfectly edited. I’m beyond ready to get this out and posted. So I apologize in advance.)

As always, I appreciate all the love, support, and feedback y’all give me ❤️

Special shoutout to my lovely girls Nessa and Hannah for carrying my ass through this chapter. I wouldn’t have been able to get it done without them.

Warnings: cursing, angst, jealousy, smoking/drug use (marijuana), sexually explicit content - 18+/MINORS DNI!!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!recieving, fingering, hair pulling, biting, restraints, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, orgasm denial/edging, dom/sub stuff, spit kink, y’all know me by now)

Part 6, Masterpost

“I had a feeling you were going to be a good listener.”

He has the sharp bridge of his nose pressed into the side of your cheek, while every strained exhale of his clings to your face. The only sound filling the cramped office is your shared heavy breathing. A layer of sweat coats nearly every inch of your skin, and your stiff, aching muscles tremble around his waist as he stands between your legs. 

After what feels like an eternity, Jake finally peels away from you and stuffs himself back into his pants. Just as he’s about to pull up the zipper, the metallic sound of a key being inserted into the lock on the door disrupts the otherwise silent moment. It clicks over and before you have a chance to react, the office door swings open suddenly. 

A tsunami-sized wave of panic surges through you in a second, making it feel as though your heart jumped into your throat. You haven’t had time to dress yourself, so you’re left exposed to whoever is walking through that door. All you can do is snap your bare legs together as you sit naked on the desk.

Thankfully, it’s Josh. He whips the door open so fast it nearly crashes into the wall behind it as he steps through the threshold. He’s pissed. That much you do know. 

“What the fuck?!” He scolds the two of you in a harsh whisper that’s borderline louder than his normal speaking voice, all while throwing his open hands up in the air. To your benefit, his attention is centered on Jake and not you. He waits for his twin to respond, and when he doesn’t, he continues but at a much louder volume than before, “What the fuck were you thinking, Jake?! We’re open!” 

You shift your eyes over to Jake, watching how he finger-combs his damp hair back and tucks it behind his ears. His indifference only fuels Josh’s anger that much more. Josh throws his hands up, completely exasperated by the scene before him. “We have a fucking business to run and you’re in here getting your fucking dick wet.”

His words break the dam, allowing the embarrassment of what just happened to flood your conscience. You’ve become aware of your surroundings within seconds — the cheap laminate of the desk sticking to your bare skin, the sounds of the busy shop echoing through the hallway, to Jake slowly moving in front of you.

Jake just scoffs under his breath, the following words acting as a warning, “Like that’s stopped you before.”

Josh shuffles back as his face contorts into a look of confusion like his brother had just spoken to him in a foreign language. He throws his hands down on the tops of his legs, causing a smacking sound to crack through the air. “There are customers out there!”

Josh’s sudden raise in his voice startles you, causing Jake to take another step in front of you. “Maybe close the fucking door, dickhead.”

 The calmness in Jake’s voice with the subtle move ignites Josh’s anger, but he chooses to bite back his words. His eyes are narrow as he watches Jake dip down and pluck your clothes off the ground. 

He holds out your crumpled clothing while offering you a fleeting look of apology before throwing the verbal jab at his brother. “And that little stunt you pulled with the blonde upstairs?”

The harsh line between Josh’s brows reappears as he racks his brain for answers. “What the fuck are you talking about? What stunt?”

Jake huffs out a dry, lifeless laugh before spitting out the snide remark, “Did you get an actual payment this time? Or was one of your little arrangements made?”

You can’t be sure whether it’s true or not. And to be honest, you’d rather not know if it was, but his emphasis on the word makes you instantly feel uneasy.  You can’t begin to understand the intricacies of their relationship as twin brothers, and you don’t doubt that it’s filled with unconditional love, but with that being said, you had also just witnessed that with that love, Jake knows where to cut Josh the deepest. 

Josh instantly recoils from the blow and spits through his teeth, “You’re a fucking prick, you know that?”

Jake simply ignores his brother’s glaring eyes, but you can see the anger in his stiff movements as he turns back to face you. At this very moment, you’ve never felt more uncomfortable in your life. The tension weighing between the three of you is nothing like you’ve ever experienced. You strongly consider bolting out the door, but Josh is standing between you and the exit. 

You wait in silence thinking that this would be enough of a cue for Josh to leave after he’s made his point, but he doesn’t. You sit until it becomes unbearable, and start to slide off the desk while trying to preserve the sliver of modesty you probably no longer have. You slip your foot through the pant leg of your jeans and just when you think they are done going at each other’s throats, Josh cuts in, “I can’t believe you fucking took her out on the bike.”

Jake pushes out a pitched laugh before taking a deep inhale, “Well I wasn’t gonna leave her to get ignored while I went to lunch. Figured one of us should take care of her since the other was too busy eye-fucking a client to even notice that she walked in.”

Jake’s calmness with each venomous strike makes you shrink in on yourself. You hate knowing that you’ve created this much of a mess between them, but you feel like there’s no remedy imaginable for the damage — at least at the moment. 

“Is that what this is really about?” Josh’s voice cracks near the end. He then looks at you, expecting an answer. 

“I’m gonna leave it up to you to figure it out since you’ve been completely fucking clueless thus far.” Jake pulls his phone from his back pocket to check the time. You watch his expression fall before he faces you. “I have a client coming in a few minutes. Are you alright to get yourself home?”

“Yeah,” you mutter under your breath as if every molecule of confidence evaporated from your body. Jake’s pained smile offers little comfort, but he leans in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Josh opens the door and leans his back against it. The defined muscles of his jaw wind even tighter while his arms crossed over his chest. ��Oh, so you’re gonna leave just like that?”

Jake snaps back, “We have a business to run, remember?”

Josh shakes his head, looking like he’s ready to throw a fist in his brother’s direction. “Seriously…what the fuck is going on with you?”

Jake walks the few steps until he’s face-to-face with Josh — so close that their noses are touching. If there’s one thing you could give Jake credit for, it’s that he knows how to be intimidating. “Looks like you’re gonna have to work a little harder if you want to keep her, Josh.” 

Josh scowls with untamed anger but remains silent otherwise. Jake huffs in disgust and turns to leave, making sure to clip his twin’s shoulder on his way out. 

With Jake gone, there’s no buffer between you and Josh — no one to step in to speak on your behalf. It feels like hours, but in reality, it’s seconds of deafening silence falling over you until he finally breaks it. He clears his throat first, keeping his voice low and cautious, “You have to know that there was nothing happening there, you’ve got to know that I wasn’t going to…”

“I must know that you weren’t going to what, Josh?” Your voice is clipped — harsh. It matches the icy glare you’re giving him. You collect your things and follow the same path as Jake, stepping inches in front of him. There’s no hiding your anger with the following words leaving you in the form of a snarl, “Fuck her?! How would I know that you weren’t going to?”

You almost want him to argue, whether to prove you wrong or to defend himself with the same aggression that he had with Jake. It might have been that he expects it from his brother —  prepared for it in a way that he’s not with you. Hurt glazes his eyes as he searches yours for an explanation. “Cause she’s just a client.”

Your shoulders fall. You want to believe him until reality seeps into your conscience. “Can’t say you haven’t fucked a client before, Josh. Why would she be any different?”

It’s your final punch, the last word. Admittedly, it was a low blow, and within minutes you know you’ll regret letting it leave your mouth. You can’t bear to witness it, so you take your step toward the door. He reaches out for your arm, calling you by name to stop you from walking out. You rip it from his grasp, making him flinch back. 

 “Bye, Josh.”

Opening the coffee shop has always been a struggle, and this morning proved to be no different. 

Things have been weighing heavily on your mind. Your thoughts have gone from feeling like you completely overreacted, to thinking Josh was in the wrong, to everything in between. You still haven’t brought yourself to answer the few text messages he had sent since that afternoon. 

Thankfully, management schedules two openers for the cafe to balance the workload. You reach for the handle of the back door, realizing that it has already been unlocked by your coworker, Katie. You walk in and find that she has already started tackling the checklist of duties based on the smell of drip-brewed coffee filling the small cafe.   

The next few hours of your morning shift progress as normal with the steady flow of regulars keeping you busy and your mind off the thoughts that have been nagging you for a few days. 

Katie calls out your name, breaking your concentration from the caramel latte you’re making. You turn your head toward the direction of her voice, and once she knows that she has your full attention, she points over to one of the front tables and says, “There’s a delivery for you.”

You give her a look of confusion, making her point her finger with added emphasis to redirect your eyes. The large espresso machines block your view so you step around the counter to see a large floral arrangement sitting on one of the high-top tables by the front window.

The bouquet is placed in a glass vase with a sheer ribbon wrapped around the base, giving away that it’s high-quality — and probably cost a pretty penny. As you approach the table, you’re able to get a better look at the flowers themselves. What pulls your eyes first are the large, white hydrangeas. You spin the heavy vase on the table to admire the assortment of peonies that are starting to open, ranging in colors from creamy white to soft, blushed pink. Between the peonies are smaller peach-colored carnations, gardenias, and pink roses. Even Lily of the Valley sticks out from the other blooms, each stem showcasing the tiny, bell-shaped flowers. The last things you note are the green leaves from the flowers with eucalyptus springs balancing everything out perfectly. You run your fingertips gently over the velvety, delicate petals, taking in all the intricate details you can. 

You notice the folded card nestled amongst the flowers and pluck it from its holder. The front is embossed in gold detailing with your inked name on the front. You open it to read the note written inside. 

You imagine him saying each word, and blush from seeing his handwriting for the first time. Your thumbs trace each line and indentation made into the thick cardstock from where he must’ve pressed too hard with the pen. A pang of guilt hits your heart knowing that he’s stressed over you like this. You can sense it in the note —  in the gesture of sending you ridiculously expensive flowers. 

“Secret admirer?” Katie asks over your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin.

You instinctively close the card and tuck it into your palm. “Huh?”

You hope that she doesn’t mention how on edge you seem to be. She walks around you and goes on to inspect the bouquet for herself, but based on her facial expressions, she seems impressed. “The flowers. Who are they from?”

“Uh…” You swallow thickly as you decide on whether or not to tell her the truth. “Josh.”

“Josh?” You watch as the gears turn in her head working to place the name to a face. Her eyes light up once it clicks, and she gasps,  “Tattoo shop Josh?!” While you bite your lip as the once bubbly blush turns feverishly hot in your cheeks, she looks around the cafe to check whether any customers are within earshot. “‘Super hot, looking like a fucking snack every time he comes in here’ Josh?!”

You laugh nervously, “Yeah…”

Her eyes widen just as her hand flies over her mouth. “Oh my god! You have to tell me everything.”

You panic at the thought, not knowing what you can share about what has happened between Josh and you. But before she can ask any more questions to pry you for details, a group of people walk into the cafe, cutting your conversation short. 

She groans silently and starts to walk away, but not without turning to give you a stern look with a finger pointed at you. “Hold that thought. You better fill me in.”

You chuckle at her hunger for new gossip as you pick up the bouquet and move it back behind the counter to get it out of the way as much as possible. Thankfully, the wave of new orders distracts you enough, but every time you catch the sight of the flowers, those conflicting feelings show face. 

When it’s finally early afternoon and business has started to slow considerably, you occupy yourself with restocking and cleaning. You hear the door chime, but with Katie working the register, you don’t bother looking to see who walks in. Instead, you continue working by wiping down a shelf of sticky syrups. 

“Hello!” Katie greets a customer in her usual upbeat customer service voice. “What can I get started for you today?”

There’s a short moment of silence aside from footsteps approaching the counter. “Let’s see…” 

It’s a male voice. Raspy, yet soft. You’ve come to know that voice very well. The sound of it makes you whip your head over to your coworker, but you can’t see the man she’s talking to. He lets out a heavy sigh before humming to himself in thought. “Everything looks so good here.” You hear the clicking of his tongue as if he’s looking over the menu. “What would you recommend, Katie?”

Katie giggles — maybe a little too loudly for your liking. Standing perfectly still to stay out of his line of sight, you watch as she becomes increasingly more flustered with each passing second. “Um…what do you normally drink?”

“How’s the cold brew here?”

“R-really g-good.” She stumbles over herself which makes you smile. So it’s not just you. She pauses to collect herself by letting out a deep sigh before describing the drink, “It’s nitro-brewed and very smooth. It’s one of the most popular drinks actually.” 

“That sounds perfect.” His voice is sweet with a touch of flirtiness, and you swear you can hear the smile in it. “I’ll take the largest size, please.” 

She goes on to place his order and cash him out before grabbing one of the plastic cups from the stack by the register. Even though you’re sure she knows the answer, she acts out of habit by asking, “Name?”

You, however, already know before he says it. 

“Jake.”

“That will be ready in just a minute. You can pick it up right at the end of the counter over there.”

She writes the order along with his name in a black Sharpie on the bottom line of the cup and walks it over to you. By the expression on her face, you can tell she’s screaming internally while fighting to stay as professional as possible. She gestures over to him with an animated look in her eyes when you take the plastic cup. 

She mimes fanning herself as if she’s swooning in his mere presence before returning to her position at the cash register. 

“Hello, dove.”

You flinch from the proximity, realizing that there is no hiding from him now that he’s seen you.  

You pivot slowly on your heels until you’re fully facing him. “Hello, Jake.”

Katie wasn’t overreacting. Your breath catches in your throat now that you’re able to look at him and not just imagine him in your mind. He’s dressed well, but in an outfit that appears to venture from his typical style. He’s wearing high-waisted, gray-pinstriped linen pants. Loosely tucked into the pants is a t-shirt with the shop’s logo on the left breast hidden by the dark, green bomber jacket. With his hair pulled back into a messy, low bun, the fallen pieces frame his face. He’s smiling at you, but you can’t gauge the look in his eyes due to his dark sunglasses covering them. 

You try to hide your reaction by disappearing into the cooler under the counter until you remember that the cold brew he ordered comes from the tap.

 “So this is the place, hmm?” You can tell he’s in a good mood based on the playful amusement in his voice. 

“Shut up,” you huff out as you stand to your knees, letting the smile on your mouth do the talking for you. He laughs at your expense while you read the cup and notice the lack of details about his order. “Do you want any sweetener or milk?”

He shakes his head as he leans across the counter to watch you. “I will admit that seeing you in that little apron was definitely worth breaking out of the shop to come down here.”

As if you suddenly developed a sixth sense, you feel your coworker’s gawking stare from behind. You try your best to ignore it knowing that you will receive a barrage of questions as soon as he walks out the door. “The apron really does it for you guys, huh?”

He bites at his lip instead of answering you. “I got you something.”

You reveal your curiosity through the raise in your brows as you slide his drink over to him. “You did?” 

He sets a grease-stained white paper bag on the counter and pushes it toward you. He watches as you open the bag to inspect its contents. “Of course. I rode out to the taco truck for a bite to eat and thought you might be hungry.”

As soon as you open it, you’re greeted with the delicious aromas of authentic tacos that make your mouth water. “Thank you.”

Katie suddenly chimes into your conversation as she walks behind you, “Well, you’re getting spoiled today. Had flowers delivered and now lunch?”

You shoot her a warning glare over your shoulder, but Jake’s ears have already perked up with the slip of information. “Flower delivery?”

Since you don’t have an acceptable reason to lie, you answer honestly, “Yeah. Josh had them delivered.”

He hums to himself. Although, it appears that he’s more curious than upset, and looks around until he spots them set aside on the floor behind you. “Those are nice.”

This is uncharted territory. You weren’t given the manual of what the right move is in a situation such as this. You can’t even decipher his tone or the words he’s chosen. You can only look away and hum awkwardly in hopes that this doesn’t become a bigger issue. “Mmhmm.”

Jake clears his throat, hoping it does the same for the developing tension hanging between you. He looks down at the cup sitting on the counter, spinning it around in his hands before flicking his eyes back up to yours. “He’s been asking about you, ya know?”

You’re not surprised, but hearing Jake admit it invokes a certain feeling for you. “He has?”

“Are you gonna talk to him?” He can see the rigidity in your movements — or lack thereof. You’re too overwhelmed with Josh’s gesture and Jake’s unexpected visit to know what to say. Your weak excuse of focus falls to your hands while you work to keep them busy with a task.  

While you think of something to say, he lifts his sunglasses away from his eyes and slides them up onto the top of his head and into his hair. There’s something new and it doesn’t take long for your eyes to find it. The silver barbell through the arch of his left brow steals every bit of your attention. “Is that a new piercing?”

His lips curl up at the corners, flashing you that enchanting smile of his as he leans his elbows across the counter. “It is. What do you think?”

You stand back slightly to take it all in. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t take you for a face-piercing guy.”

He shrugs his shoulders.“I was needing a change.” He can tell you don’t buy the answer based on the expression you’re giving him. He hides behind the coffee cup while he takes a sip and adds, “Maybe his impulsiveness is starting to rub off on me.”

“That scares me,” you giggle, giving in to the temptation to reach forward and brush the fallen hair from his face. You tuck it behind his ear, feeling the metal jewelry pierced in it. “I think it suits you.”

It’s only when you look into his eyes that you realize how intimate the moment was. You blush and snap your hand back to your side. He stares at you, studying the details of your face with the purest look of admiration on his. “As much as I want to keep looking at you, I gotta get going, dove. I have an appointment in half an hour.”

“Okay. I’ll see you around.” You try to keep your tone casual, but you know the frown on your face slipped through.

He grasps your wrist just when you start to walk away. “Wait a second. You forgot something.”

“What?”

“C’mere.” He reels you in with that addicting charm so effortlestly that you don’t even realize that he’s pulling you in close by the arm. His lips lock with yours, but only for a second before his tongue slips into your mouth. The warm rush of cinnamon and tobacco coats your senses so much that you forget where you are until your coworker clears her throat from behind you. 

He nips at your bottom lip and reluctantly releases you. “Don’t get in too much trouble, dove.”

He straightens to a standing position, takes out a large bill from his wallet, and places it in the tip jar before heading toward the exit. He shoots a playful wink to Katie before blowing a teasing kiss to you. Just like that, he’s out the door.

In an act so dominant, yet romantic, your head is left spinning with more questions than answers. 

You’re bored. You know it. It’s your day off and you spent your morning and most of the afternoon catching up on chores around the house. It’s a weekday so your friends are occupied and even Jake and Josh are working in the shop. 

You’re not even mad about what happened between the three of you. The obnoxiously large bouquet Josh had delivered to you is currently sitting on your kitchen table. 

You should’ve texted him by now, and to be honest, you’re not sure why you haven’t yet. His last text has gone unanswered for a few days. Maybe you’re afraid of what happens next if you were to respond. And while Josh hangs around in the periphery, Jake remains your main focus. You can’t stop thinking about him. 

The new lingerie set you bought sits on the foot of your bed, waiting for you to try it on for the tenth time since it came home with you. It’s calling to you, beckoning you to put it on one more time. 

It’s a bit more daring than the other one you own. It’s a vibrant, eye-catching red. The cups of the bra have intricate, heart-shaped cut-outs in the fabric, revealing more of your skin. The front of the panties has the same detailing — a heart cut out right in the center of the fabric. 

It accentuates your body, lifting your breasts to show off the soft contours of your cleavage. Having it on gives you that boost of confidence, and you can’t help but turn and twirl in front of the mirror. 

You feel sexy. 

You want him to see you. 

Jake has sent you a few flirty messages since the afternoon he stopped by at the coffee shop, but nothing consistent. The answer itself is quite obvious, but you wonder if sending him pictures would be the best decision. Your nervousness feels silly given how you’ve crossed more extreme boundaries than that, but the hesitation remains. 

You decide to gamble on it by picking up your phone and opening the camera app. The afternoon sun is starting to fall lower in the sky, casting your bedroom in a warm glow. You use it to your advantage and begin taking pictures, playing with the most flattering angles and positions, and even the self-timer until you find ones you’re completely happy with.

One that you settle on is the one where you’re on your hands and knees with your back arched, staring directly into the lens. It’s the right amount of coy, flirty, and teasing. The other picture you decide on is where you’re on your upright on your knees with your arms crossed behind your back, giving him the full view of the set. 

You send them without giving yourself the chance to overthink and back out, adding the message:

Missing you ;)

You watch as the pictures and message change to “delivered”, and then eventually to “read” after a few minutes. You chew at your lip as you anxiously wait for his reply. It feels like an eternity seeing the message bubbles dance across your screen, and then disappear until his response finally comes through.

What the fuck is that?

Your heart instantly drops so fast you feel sick to your stomach. You read his message over and over, trying to figure out what he means until it smacks you right in the face. The tattoo. You had been so distracted, too swept up in the moment and emotions to even think about mentioning it or showing it to him. Thinking back on it, the picture you had sent to him during your phone call didn’t reveal it — as it had been hidden under the material of your bra— and your shirt had been on the entire time while you were in the office. 

I hope for your sake those aren’t the only pictures.

Scratch that. Meet me at the house in an hour wearing ONLY that.

You better hurry, dove. 

He’s taken you off guard. This is not how you anticipated this conversation would go, so here you sit as your brain scrambles for a decent, believable reply. 

Okay

Another text comes through before you can type anything else.

The spare key is under the mat. I want you on my bed ready for me when I get home. 

You sit on the edge of your bed in silence, reading over his texts and maybe a part of you is waiting for another message. After collecting yourself, you accept that there isn’t going to be one. The clock is ticking, and you have less than an hour to get to their house. Within fifteen minutes, you throw on a dress over the lingerie set, pack a quick overnight bag, and feed your cat before finally heading out the door. 

That jittery feeling radiating from your core is enough to make you nauseous. The short drive is almost tortuous from your mind playing out the possibilities. He’s given enough to let on that he isn’t truly upset with you, but there’s no way in hell you can shake the nervousness that you’re experiencing. 

You don’t know why it surprises you to find the spare key is hidden right where he said. It slides right into the lock, and feeling the deadbolt click over brings the trust he has in you to your attention. The house is calm and undisturbed, left exactly how you remembered from the last time you were here. 

 You quickly find your way into Jake’s bedroom and shrug off your bag onto the floor by his closet. Being here without him is surreal and even feels a bit forbidden with everything in here encapsulating his energy and personality. You scan over the items in his room now that you don’t have the distraction, and feel tempted to snoop around a little.

Walking over to his dresser, you look at the stack of hardback books, magazines, an ornate, wooden jewelry box, and even a collection of cologne bottles covering the surface. A small, black bottle piques your interest enough for you to pick it up and read the label. 

Tom Ford. 

It makes you chuckle to yourself because that’s exactly what you would expect from a guy like him — especially him. You place it back into its spot carefully to not knock any of the other bottles on his dresser. As much as you would love to keep looking around, you’re quickly running out of time. He could show up at any second, so you rush pull your dress off and toss it onto the floor, and crawl onto his bed to find the perfect spot. Your concentration is then broken by the loud rumbling of a car pulling into the driveway. 

There’s a minute of dreaded silence after the engine cuts off, but the opening and closing of the front door leaves no doubt that it’s him. You scramble to your knees at the foot of the bed and make sure to check your reflection in the mirror. 

The anticipation is eating away at you, bubbling its way from the pit of your stomach. He hasn’t said anything to greet you, so the house remains quiet aside from the clanging metal of his keys hitting the ceramic dish on their counter. He’s feeding into it by taking his time moving through the living space despite the both of you knowing about each other’s presence. When he finally makes his way to you, his slow, calculated footsteps can be heard echoing down the hallway. 

You stare at the open doorway, realizing that you’ve forgotten to close it behind you. You’re so nervous you worry you might faint given how you haven’t taken a single full breath since he’s been here. 

He finally walks into your line of sight but stops right at the threshold instead of stepping into the bedroom. Your eyes lock with his, and within a flash of a second, you instantly know that you’re in for it. 

He doesn’t rush a single thing, not the movements of his body nor the expressions on his face. He only breaks eye contact to take in the view of you perched up on his throne of a bed. He’s here to worship you, but quickly remind you that it will be on his terms. And in a gesture that seems casual, he sticks his hand in the front pocket of his jeans and leans his shoulder into the doorframe. “Look at you,” he croons to you softly, making sure to draw out the last word as long as possible.  

The blush that’s been living in your cheeks, spreads to the rest of your body, making you look like you had spent a few too many hours basking in the afternoon sun. He saunters toward you, stopping right at the foot of the bed to stand directly in front of you. He reaches his hand out to trace the delicate red lace of your bra, just barely touching the warm skin. “Doing exactly as you’re told.”

He drags those same fingertips gently up the center of your chest, making the air feel heavy in your lungs. Even with your bated breath, you stay perfectly still for him. He gifts you a necklace by slowly wrapping them around your throat, using just enough pressure to tilt your chin up as he leans in. He hums, his voice low and feline, “Dressed up like the prettiest little whore for me.” A rush of heat burns between your legs with his crass words. You hate to admit how it makes you feel, but he can see its effect on you regardless. You can swallow against his palm as he holds you, and watch as his eyes fall to your mouth while his other hand starts to play with the strap of your bra. “This all for me, dove?”

“Yes,” you whimper as you feel the warmth of his fingers tickle across your practically bare shoulder. It’s pathetic how quickly you succumb to his demands. His questions. You don’t care. You’d give him anything he wanted if it meant that he would continue to touch you like this. You’re drunk off it, causing your sense of balance to falter even though you’re planted firmly on your knees. You reach out and grab for him desperately in search of something to hold onto. 

While your fingers tightly wrap around his wrist, his hand snakes up to your chin. He holds it and guides you into a kiss, but instead of spilling his tongue into your mouth and devouring you as you anticipate, he keeps it controlled. You part your lips hungrily to taste him, making him smile against them. “All I have to do is say the word and you come running.” He draws the edge of his nose teasingly across your flushed cheek. “Here you are. Sitting on my bed, just begging helplessly for my cock.”  

The heat of his breath makes every inch of your skin tingle and your arousal build between your thighs. You breathe in his rich scent as you pull him close to you and claw at the t-shirt covering his back. He brings his lips to the shell of your ear and rasps ever so deliciously, “Sounds to me like you’re addicted, dove.”

A low, almost-embarrassing groan pushes past your lips before you can stifle it. You’re growing more impatient by the second, the need to have him consuming you. You search blindly for his lips, brushing your own across his smooth jawline until you find them. As they connect, his hand dives into the tresses of your hair while his tongue slips past your bottom lip. 

He gives in the second he tastes you, pushing you back with deliberate guidance. He falls carefully with you, crawling over your body as you lay across the bed until he’s slotted comfortably between your legs. He’s becoming familiar to you, the sweetness of his mouth, the softness of his skin, the way his tongue explores you. 

Cinnamon and smoke. They bless your tastebuds with each swirling caress of his tongue. He kisses you earnestly with no other motive than to taste and have you to himself at this very moment. No jealousy, no ill-intent — just savoring every single second of you beneath him. You pull him into you and hitch your leg over his waist. The rough material of his jeans brushes against your bare skin, heightening your sense of vulnerability. 

You moan into his mouth, causing him to rock his hips against your core. The feeling of his hard cock straining against the denim, something you’ve been craving since that day in the office, rubbing between your legs drives you to the brink of insanity. 

He nips at your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a sharp sting in the swollen flesh. He pulls away and you already miss the feeling of kissing him, but before you can complain, he props himself on his elbow to create space between you. Maybe it’s to tease you, but you believe it’s for him to catch his breath given how heavily he’s panting. His gaze drifts from your lips and down to your newest tattoo between your breasts. “So when were you planning on telling me about this, dove?”

There’s a hint of a smile playing on his lips, making it hard for you to gauge where his head is really at with it. His texts to you said one thing, but the way he’s looking at you now paints an entirely different picture. “Are you mad that I got it?” 

Now, you know deep down that regardless of his opinion on the matter, it’s your body and your decision. However, you would be lying if you said you aren’t curious about what he thinks about it. 

That hint of a smile grows into a smirk as he caresses the inked skin and adjusts the bra enough to peek around the fabric. He lets out a deep sigh while his fingers continue to create pathways across the planes of your body. “While I can’t say I love the fact you hid it from me…” He trails off as if distracted by the sight before him. “I will admit that it looks incredible on you.”

The compliment mixed with the feeling of guilt threatens to pull you back into your thoughts. You can see he’s inspecting Josh’s work carefully, but whether he doubts his brother’s skill is entirely unknown to you. He traces over the line work with the faintest touch and you wonder if he can feel your heart pounding beneath the surface of your skin. You know the answer to the question based on the subtle expressions on his face, but that doesn’t stop you from asking, “You like it, huh?”

His eyes flick back up to meet yours. The growing desire blooms within the darkening pupils — reminding you that you’re playing recklessly with an open flame. “You better be careful. I hate seeing my work go unfinished.”

A giggle bubbles in your chest despite the seriousness in his husky voice. “Is that a threat?”

The sound of your laughter breaks him enough to smile wide and chuckle. It settles into a hushed silence, and you witness his expression shift as he stares into your eyes. “You’re fucking exquisite. You know that?” 

It’s fleeting, but you swear he’s looking at you with more than lust in his thoughts. It scares you — well, terrifies you. You can only stare back with your mouth hanging open in disbelief.

 “I’m serious, dove. You are the art.”

You’re not sure if he’s expecting an answer, but you take the moment to appreciate his beauty. The flawless skin that’s starting to tan with the change in season. His perfectly pouted lips are a sinful shade of cherry from kissing you. You even notice the slightest bit of stubble starting to grow above them. He opens his mouth, stalling on the breath before whispering out the words, “You take my breath away often.”

You’re not falling for him. Right?

You would convince yourself later that it’s your horniness that makes you desperate to break this tension and not your fear of intimacy. He’s showing you behind the veil again and it overloads your brain too much to even begin to process it. You act on an impulse and reach down between your bodies, taunting him as you do so in the sultriest voice you can conjure up, “You’re not getting soft on me, are you, Jake?”

You grab a handful of his cock through his jeans, squeezing him roughly to emphasize your point. It’s past the point of daring, but the reward of seeing his eyes roll back behind sleepy lids and hearing that primal groan erupt from his throat makes the consequences worth it. 

Before you can blink or mutter a single sound, he snatches your throat in his hand. You mewl from the sudden pressure and the sting of his fingers. He hovers just barely an inch from your lips, causing the warmth of his breath to fan across them. “I thought I told you to be careful, dove.” Satisfied that you understand that he’s the one in control, he releases his grip around your neck and snakes it down your chest. He cocks the pierced brow and says matter-of-factly, “Because I should really throw you over my knee for this.”

Embarrassingly, your thighs clench at the thought. He notices how restless you are and that stupid fucking smirk forms on his face. “Is that what you want, baby?” When you don’t answer right away, he pinches your covered nipple between his fingers. Hard. Enough for you to cry out from both the pain and the desperation for more. 

“Jake!” 

He chuckles, but the sound is muffled into your skin as he makes his way down to your breasts. The heat of his mouth can be felt through the lace of your bra with every pass of his lips over your nipple. It hardens beneath the fabric almost instantly. He surprises you by sinking his teeth around it to deliver a sharp bite, causing another cry to break through your chest. “Ow, you fuck!”

You also react by pulling at his hair, which causes a low growl to rumble in the depths of his throat. His tongue rushes to soothe the shock, lapping over the throbbing bud with languid strokes. The wet, warmth soaking into the material is intoxicating, causing your arousal to pool between your legs. “Fuck that feels good,” you mumble, and arch your back to drive it farther into his mouth. 

While his mouth is busy abusing your tits with a delightful combination of pleasure and pain, his fingers travel lower and lower until they find the lace edge of your panties. He tugs at the waistband, brushing his knuckles across your supple skin between your hips until he lets go, making it snap against you. You can only huff in frustration,  “You’re a fucking tease.”

“Yeah?” He lifts his head and finally responds. You hum your answer, but you’re too distracted with what he’s doing to elaborate. His hand dips between your thighs, and he explores your covered core with the faintest touch of his fingertips. You want nothing more than for him to rip these expensive ass panties down your legs and fuck you so hard you forget your name. He knows it too. You’re bucking into his hand as if your life depends on it, but he's already decided that he won’t give you the satisfaction of it. He slips his middle finger under the fabric, and groans as he coats himself in your slick, “And you’re fucking soaked, baby girl.”

“That beautiful clit,” he sighs as he circles over it. “I bet I can make you cum without even touching her.”

You’re trembling beneath him, feeling as though you might spontaneously combust right here. You’ve grabbed a hold of anything to keep yourself grounded, his arms, his hair, the silken sheets that probably cost more than half of one of your paychecks. You just know deep down that the more you beg for release, the longer he’ll tease you for it. 

The universe is playing the cruelest joke on you. He retreats his hand, and when your eyes snap open, he says, “Let’s smoke.”

He’s already hovering above you, balancing on both hands and showcasing that perfectly white smile. You shuffle up onto the pillows and scoff, “Are you fucking serious?”

He kisses you on the lips to placate your frustration and sits up to start sliding off the bed, “I would never joke about such a thing.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief, watching as he settles into the chair at his desk and pulls out a wooden rolling tray. You can’t believe he stopped and is now deciding to roll a fucking blunt. You were probably seconds away from coming on his hand and he’s spinning his grinder as if nothing happened. Throwing your head into the pillow, you grumble, “You’re such an asshole.”

He barks a laugh and leans into the back of his chair. “Go ahead. Touch yourself.”

“Huh?”

“Play with your pretty pussy for me, dove.” The look he’s giving you paired with the tone tells you he’s completely serious. His eyes shift back down to his rolling tray, and he continues his task. “Then maybe I’ll think about rewarding you.”

You suddenly feel shy. Doing this on the phone felt entirely different than it does in person — laying in full view of him. There’s nothing to hide behind now, but you can’t say that you want to. You keep your eyes focused on him and slide your hand down the front of your body to where he was moments ago. Mimicking him, you feel the damp fabric between your thighs. 

Your legs fall open, but you hold off on removing your panties. He won’t admit it, but he’s having a difficult time staying focused. He pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you stroke your fingers over yourself. 

The front door to the house opens and slams shut. 

Josh is home. He wastes no time storming into the hallway toward the bedrooms. 

 “Goddamnit, Jake! You can’t just fucking leave the shop whenever you fucking please. Do us all a favor and at least answer your fucking phone. Sam and I just spent the last twenty minutes rescheduling your fucking appointments for the day, you fuckhea—“ Josh’s voice booms through the hall. He stumbles into Jake’s bedroom and it’s like someone pulled the plug on his brain the second he lays eyes on you.

You haven’t moved an inch since the door swung open. Your fingers stay frozen between your parted thighs while Jake continues to prep the wrap for rolling. It feels as though all the air has been sucked out of the room at once. You glance over at him, but his facial expression is hard to decipher. It’s somewhere between annoyed and amused at Josh’s flustered state. 

You had somehow pushed how attractive Josh is out of your mind this past week. His hair is the same as the last time you saw him, but stubble is starting to come in on his once clean-shaven face. He’s cropped a vintage David Bowie tee just at his navel, revealing the gold bar recently pierced in it. Your eyes fall even lower, taking note of the distinct contour of his bare hips - the fucking v-line that’s interrupted by the Calvin Klein band of his boxers. It’s a statement of its own, sticking out above his light-wash Levi’s in plain view. He looks so good you could cry. 

He doesn’t know what to do and you can tell he’s got so much to say or wants to say, but he can’t find the right words. 

After he’s accepted that you’re laying on Jake’s bed and not a figment of his imagination, he straightens, staring at you in complete awe. “Hey, baby.”

“Can I help you?” Jake interrupts. “We’re kind of in the middle of something.” 

Josh’s head whips around so fast in Jake’s direction you worry he might have pulled a muscle. His tight jaw muscles clench as a deep breath pushes from his flared nostrils. You hate how seeing him angry turns you on. “And so am I. I’m trying to fix things here.”

Jake scoffs but doesn’t lower the blunt he’s working on rolling. “You’re gonna have to do a lot more than just standing there gawking at her.” It’s like you’re not even in the room. “Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m about to smoke and…” He pauses, letting the grin pull at his lips, and looks up at Josh. “Fuck her until she begs for mercy.”

The cherry on top is Jake locking eyes with you while he licks across the open edge of the blunt wrap. 

Bastard.

The look they exchange worries you like they might throw fists at any second. “Why didn’t you tell me she was here?”

Jake huffs a humorless laugh, “Why the fuck would I do that?”

As much as you enjoy watching them bicker over you, you need to change the energy in the room. Fast.  “Josh…”

You effectively pull his attention, and his body releases some tension at the sound of your voice. “Yeah?”

“Come here,” you beckon him, keeping your voice inviting and soft while maintaining a sense of authority — even if it’s false. There’s a serious conversation to be had between you, but the both of you can’t bring yourself to care. 

You resume touching yourself just as before. While his amber eyes stay fixed on yours, you spot the erection growing under the denim. Josh stumbles, rushing forward like his brain is no longer in control of the movements. “Slowly,” you demand, making him stop a few feet from the foot of the bed. “Take off your pants.”

He yanks his shirt over his head and  scrambles to pop open the button of his jeans without protest, hooking both the band of his pants and underwear with his thumbs until you tell him, “Just your pants.” He doesn’t break eye contact as he kicks them down his legs and onto the floor.  

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jake’s mouth open to say something, but before he can spit out an insult or complaint, you shoot him a warning glare. 

As Josh starts to crawl onto the bed, the floodgates open with apologies, “I’m so sorry, baby. I was being an asshole and I didn’t mean—“

“Show me.”

He blinks and looks at you with confusion distorting his boyish features. “What?”

“Show me how sorry you are,” you repeat yourself, but with much more volition backing up your seductive tone.

Something flickers within those honeyed pupils. He lowers his head down and places a careful kiss on the top of your foot as if you were a timid animal that might spook and kick him. When he realizes that you won’t, he kisses you again, but a few inches higher on your ankle. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

You’ve missed him too. 

You don’t say it though. Instead, you act on your desires and dip your fingers around the lace, collecting your arousal as you glide across your clit. He peers up through his lashes as his hands slip under the massive duvet beneath your legs, sending waves of silk across you. His lips skate up the inside of your calf as he crawls onto his stomach between your legs. A sea of goosebumps rise across the surface while a low moan passes through your lips. Every point of contact from his lips sends a shock wave of electricity through your body. 

While you touch yourself lazily, he showers your leg with sloppy kisses until he reaches your inner thigh. You touch him for the first time by combing through his fallen curls with your free hand, giving him silent approval. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he mumbles the confession into the flesh. You can barely contain yourself with the anticipation ravaging every square inch of your body. You clench your fingers to satisfy the need, but it does little to suppress it. He’s so close that you’re almost touching him with your hand that’s moving under the lace. The heat of his breath fanning across your skin is like the first hit of a drug to your brain. 

Maybe Jake is right. You are addicted. 

He’s being extremely cautious with you, taking note of every one of your body’s responses to his touch. But when your breath finally shudders, he presses his lips to the back of your hand, stilling it almost instantly. It’s the only thing between him and where he should be. It’s been far too long since he’s been in this position and it seems to be driving him just as crazy as it does you. 

The self-control is undeniable with how his focus is fixed solely on your fingers. It’s only when you whisper his name that he glances up through his dark lashes. 

With his eyes locked on yours, he reaches between your legs and takes hold of your wrist, turning it ever so slightly to place another kiss at your pulse point. You wonder to yourself if he feels your blood pounding within your veins. His tongue breaks its way into the kiss, earning a pleased hum from you. He pushes farther and licks down the center of your palm, following a direct path along your first two fingers. 

“The way you taste,” he groans, holding your fingertips to the edge of his mouth. His eyes flutter closed as he slides them past his open lips, only to savor the taste of you. It doesn’t take long for his impulses to catch up to him. He rolls his tongue over your fingers, sending the metal ball of his piercing across the skin. 

You nearly break at this moment.  

You pull them from his mouth and cradle his face before letting out a shaky breath. “Do you think you deserve it, baby?” You ask, the sound of your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Please,” he buries his plea into your inner thigh while he wraps his hands around your thighs. He’s struggling to keep his composure, and it does nothing but turn you on that much more. 

“Help me take these off.” 

Josh’s eyes round with excitement just as his breath catches in his throat. You don’t need to tell him twice. He’s more than eager, hooking the band of your panties and sliding them down your legs within seconds. Once they are tossed, he settles between your parted legs to appreciate your naked beauty before him. 

Jake clears his throat from across the room, ripping the seams of your attention away from Josh. You expect him to be angry with Josh’s face centimeters from your aching pussy, but he’s not. He’s gotten up from his chair and is walking over to you, taking confident strides with his ego vibrating into the wooden floors where he steps. There’s a pair of handcuffs in his hand, but these aren’t those gimmicky fuzzy cuffs that are found in every sex shop across the country. They look real. 

With the metal cuff swinging from his finger and the devilish smirk playing on his lips, he approaches you with purpose even if the thoughts are muddled behind his dark eyes. 

A wave of anxiety washes over you until you remember the safe words he taught you. Josh, however, doesn’t seem to notice Jake’s looming presence as he approaches. He’s too distracted, and drives his hips into the mattress with a pathetic whine cracking from his throat, “Can I make you feel good, baby?”  

He’s groveling. All the power is stripped from his voice, and it sounds so fucking sweet. 

You are on the brink of giving in when Jake sinks a knee into the mattress and leans down to you.  He takes your hand and places the handcuffs in your open palm. “You need to make him work for it, dove.”

Oh. 

The metal feels cold to the touch, weighing far heavier than you expected. The look smoldering in Jake’s eyes tells you everything while simultaneously giving you the nudge of confidence you might not otherwise possess. 

“Please, baby. Let me make you feel good,” Josh repeats himself with more desperation laden in the words with a squeeze around your thighs.  

Jake is the one to break eye contact first. He sits on the edge of the bed, half-turned with his back to you as he goes on to light the end of the blunt. He tosses the lighter onto the nightstand, handing off the power to leave what happens next entirely up to you. You clutch that confidence tightly and look down between your legs. You brush the curls from his forehead affectionately, and in your most saccharine-sweet voice, you murmur,  “You really wanna make me feel good, Josh?”

At first, Josh looks utterly confused but stays silent. His weary eyes dart between yours, the handcuffs in your hand, and at Jake, until it clicks. The soft smile on your lips reassures him and he nods, granting you permission to continue. 

He gives his trust, offering you his hands by resting them across the softness of your belly, and watches you lock the first handcuff around his left wrist and then the right. You’re mindful not to pinch his skin as the grooved ends click into place, making sure they stay as comfortable as possible. 

He tests the feel of them by moving his hands, only to find he’s not given much freedom with the three-link chain connecting them. Remembering the anxiety you felt with Jake, and thinking he might panic, you ask, “Color?”

Without skipping a beat, he answers, “Green.”

 Jake makes sure to add another level of reassurance by wiggling the handcuff keys — a set of two hooked on a simple ring — and sets them on the nightstand in plain sight. If you weren’t overwhelmed enough already, Jake settles onto the bed next to you and starts to kiss your neck. 

It floods your conscience with memories from the first night you had fucked them in the tattoo shop. 

You watch Josh place kisses on your pubic bone, each one deeper than the last as he makes his way down your center. The warmth of his breath blankets you, causing your legs to tremble around his face. “This is what I dream about,” he mutters.

You believe he intended to take his time and tease you, but the second he has your pussy in his mouth, his primal urges take over. He licks across your clit and groans, sending vibrations into your skin. 

“Oh my god,” you moan, snapping your legs around his face. The tongue piercing rolling across you acts like a shockwave no matter how many times you experience it. 

Jake pulls in a long, steady drag from the blunt before offering it over to you. Thankfully, you’re in a clear enough state of mind to pluck it from his fingers and bring it to your lips. While you take the tiniest hit in fear that you might lose the fight of the fiery urge to cough, he holds his in his lungs as he starts to leave a trail of sloppy kisses up the column of your neck. 

Jake yanks the sheer cups of your bra down far enough to expose your breasts to him. He brings his mouth to the left one, and flicks his pointed tongue across your nipple, making it harden within seconds. To add another layer to your torment, he blows the stream of smoke he’s been keeping in his chest across them. It tickles across your wet flesh, hanging around your body like a thick fog that clouds your mind.

Josh must’ve breathed in the pungent smoke because he suddenly breaks contact and looks up. He gestures with his eyes to Jake’s hand. To your surprise, Jake responds with a silent nod and ashes it into the glass bowl on the table before placing the burning blunt between Josh’s fingers. He struggles to shift forward without pushing down on you but can bring it to his mouth. 

He takes in a slow drag, bringing the red-hot cherry to life. He barely reacts to the harshness, but you still see his face contort from the burn prickling his throat. Jake wastes no time taking it back, ensuring that the ash doesn’t fall on your bare skin. He doesn’t mind, he’s more focused on you than the blunt taken from his fingers. With a smile that melts your heart like chocolate in the warm sun, he shoots you a playful wink. And just when you think he’d push the smoke into the air above him, he lowers his head to blow it between your legs.

You writhe against the bed from the tickling heat creeping up your body. Just like the tobacco wrap of the blunt, you wish to burn that image into your mind forever. “Trying to get my pussy high too?”

“I promised I would make you feel good, didn’t I?” He giggles, reminding you of his charm as he seals his lips around your clit. 

Your answer takes the form of a ragged breath. He’s not holding back or easing you into a gentle orgasm. The desperation hasn’t disappeared with his spoken pleas. It thrives in his tongue with every secret drawn onto your pussy. He’s a starved man, deprived of sustenance for days and you’re his first drink of water.

The noises coming from between your legs are obscene, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You don’t even care how it makes Jake feel. Josh works on you with one goal in mind, making you come. The breath locks in your chest and your eyes clamp shut as the feeling within your core burns hotter. He suckles the bundle of nerves with unprecedented energy, lapping and rolling his tongue in a changing pattern of shapes across you. 

Jake’s lips brush the shell of your ear while his fingertips graze across your hardened nipples. The fry of his voice itching that spot hidden in your mind. “See how generous I can be?”

The weed is starting to take effect on your body, making your eyelids feel far too heavy to keep open. You let them close and fall back into the hidden corners of your mind while your body buzzes wildly like a pissed-off beehive from the combined high. Jake only adds to the bliss when his tongue massages deep into your skin before he leaves a teasing nip. 

“You’re not even looking at him, dove,” he sighs into the sweet spot tucked behind your ear. “I give you a little taste of power and you don’t even know what to do with it.”

You blink through the haze to see Josh straining. The restriction of the cuffs dividing his focus that would normally be set on only you. He’s working against the position, making sure to balance the weight of his arms across you. At one point he rests his head on the top of your thigh to collect himself. 

You’re not sure what compels you to weave your fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the crown of his head. He hums at first, thinking it was an action of praise. That’s until you pull at his roots hard enough to make him groan from the sting. “Was it worth it?”

When you don’t loosen your fist, he lifts his head from you, leaving that aching feeling where his mouth was. Now that you have his attention, you hiss, “Did she fuck you better than me?”

If you were sober, the thought that’s been steeping in your mind might not have formed on your tongue. It might have even been embarrassing for you to mention it. But now that he’s between your legs, staring at you with those blown-out, frighteningly submissive doe-eyes, you just can’t help yourself. You feel Jake’s smile against your throat while those golden eyes burn coal black before you in a matter of seconds. He mumbles something under his breath as he buries himself between your thighs once again.

You tighten your grip and pull for a second time, causing a growl to push through Josh’s teeth. In a moment of clarity through your brain fog, you cock your brow and huff with an undeniable amount of attitude, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Josh is taken aback by your words, and even Jake’s lips pause against your flesh. He collects himself with a steadying breath through his fatigued pants. “I said, ‘I didn’t fuck her’.” 

You stare at each other for a few beats of time, testing who will be the first one to break the silence. Just as you open your mouth to say something, he moves unexpectedly into a sitting position, causing your legs to slip from his shoulders. He scrambles to catch you but loses his grasp due to his hands being cuffed the way they are. 

You jolt upright, fueled purely out of sexual frustration, only for Jake to wrap his hand and the nape of your neck and pull you back. He sighs, softly rasping against your ear,  “My turn.”

“Ja—“

“On your knees,” he barks with authority with a gentle hand guiding you into a kneeling position. 

Josh raises his hands. “Are you gonna take these off now?”

“I dunno.” Jake scoffs with his usual flair of cockiness, fully aware that Josh could easily slide off the bed and unlock his cuffs within a minute if he wanted to. He knows he’s playing the game, and decides to make his move. “What do you think, dove?”

You hum, grabbing Josh’s hands to hold them within your own. You run your thumbs over the metal cuffs and down his soft fingers, feeling his rings and the smooth gel polish covering his nails. “I think they should stay on. They look good on you, baby.”

Your answer makes Josh’s hands tighten around yours, but Jake’s hasn’t released his from your neck. He squeezes them into the flesh, causing the shiver to run down the length of your spine. He adds to the feeling with his demand infiltrating your mind, “Get the hooks from under the bed.” You don’t move at first, hesitating for far longer than you should. “I’m not fucking asking.”

He smacks his hand across your asscheek, making you yelp from the harsh sting. You crawl to the side of the bed and feel for the restraints he had used for you before, secured against the bed frame. You unlatch it, and do the same for the other side. 

Josh watches you retrieve them, but the look in his eyes tells you he doesn’t know what to expect. “What are those for?” He asks with anxiety rising in his voice. He waits for an answer but your eyes staying on his cuffed hands connect the dots for him. “Are you serious?”

Jake loses enough patience to snap, “Do you want to stay or not?”

You act quickly to diffuse the potential fight by pulling Josh into a kiss. It catches him off guard, but he melts to the feeling within seconds. You break away enough to whisper,  “Do you trust me?” 

He smiles against your lips, answering in a bashful sigh, “Yeah.”

You capture him into another kiss, reminding yourself how much you’ve missed this — the taste of you lingering on his tongue as it sweeps across yours. He’s a lazy Sunday morning tangled in the pile of sheets, wrapping you in that sweet familiar comfort. You crave it more than you realize and find that you’re not willing to let that go.

 While he loses himself exploring your mouth, you take the opportunity to connect the hooks of the bed restraints to his handcuffs.  “Color?”

“Fucking green, baby.”

You sit back on your heels to admire the sight of him before you. He’s kneeling, now with the perfect amount of tension keeping his hands suspended no higher than navel height. Nothing is hiding what’s happening in his underwear. 

Jake has stripped out of his shirt and pants and returned to his place behind you. He presses his bare chest against your back while his hands roam across the tops of your thighs, paying special attention to his tattoo on the right one. 

Josh is already struggling to stay still from you being inches out of reach, his wrists fidgeting against the metal cuffs. Your breath hitches when Jake’s hand slides between your legs, his fingers parting your lips through a teasing drag. “So wet and ready for me.” His middle finger slides into your pussy with alarming ease, eliciting a muffled grunt into your hair, “Fuck, you’re so close, aren’t you, dove?”

You let go of the whimper and rock your hips to chase it, causing him to squeeze the hand resting on your hip and add another finger, stretching you out. Pleased with how you fall apart to his touch, he slowly starts to curl them inside you. You grind against his palm, writhing from the pleasure as you all listen to the slick sounds of his fingers inside you. If your eyes were open, you would have noticed him staring at Josh when he says, “You could come on my fingers right now if you wanted to.”

You could. There’s no denying it. You just want to hold onto the high for as long as you can, and he can feel you working against him. He draws both fingers out, leaving you with that dreaded empty feeling, “You don’t do you? You want to wait for me to fuck you, little dove?”

You claw at the back of his hand, digging your nails into the flesh with a pitiful moan cracking from your throat. He growls into your ear while driving his covered erection into the swell of your ass. You need it so bad, but he can’t resist teasing you by circling his fingertips around your entrance. “You want to come on my cock instead?” 

You curse his name, but the sounds that follow it are unintelligible. He chuckles, the breath of his laughter fluttering across your tacky skin. “Fucking music to my ears. Just say those magic words, pretty girl.” 

“Please, please, please,” you whine, hoping that the pitchy pleas will be enough for him to give you what you want. 

“Good girl.” His hand leaves your hip so he can pull himself free from his boxers. The shift of balance sends you forward into Josh. You hear the metal clink against itself as he strains to touch you. Just before he can, Jake wraps his hand around your upper arm, snatching you upright once more. There’s not an inch of space left between you, and the only thing your fuzzy mind can process is the velvety-soft skin of his cock brush pressing against your ass. “Aht! Your pussy is mine to play with tonight.”

Josh scoffs, “What?!”

Jake throws the verbal jab over your shoulder, “Do you need the ball gag too?” Josh’s mouth opens like he’s ready to argue back, but decides to close his mouth instead. 

You almost scold Jake, but his hand gently sweeping your hair from your shoulder shuts down the thought completely. His fingers dance down the length of your back, tracing the ridge of your spine — just to see you shudder. 

He then unhooks the clasps of your bra, releasing the lingerie from your body. You wiggle it down your arms, giving Josh a full view of your naked breasts. You watch his eyes widen and his mouth falls again.

“Fuck,” Josh breathes in shameless awe.

Jake wastes no more time, and dips his cock between your legs, lining himself up to nudge the tip at your entrance. Even if he chooses not to admit it, he wants this just as bad as you. He rocks his hips forward to slowly push into you, and as you’re stretched out little by little, he exhales through a breathy laugh, “Your pussy wants to swallow me up.” At the halfway point, he slides out enough to where only the head of his cock remains before bottoming out to the hilt in a single thrust. 

You both gasp in unison at the feeling of him filling you up, but the words fail to form on your tongue. He stills while buried deep, allowing you to adjust to his size, but you’re already fluttering around his length with how close you are. He keeps you upright on your knees with his left arm holding you below your breasts and his right hand finding its place between your legs. “You’re so fucking tight around me.” 

“Feeling good, baby?” Josh’s voice cuts through the fog enough for you to look up. Despite the internal battle within his mind, his expression stays soft for you. You keep your eyes on his and nod against Jake’s shoulder. “Just think about when I finally get you to myself again.”

Jake grunts, “Taking me so well.” His hips begin to roll, gliding in and out of you at the slowest pace possible. “Fuck, this pussy is so perfect. Like it was fucking made for me.”

You would tell him how good he feels if you could, but the only sounds are broken curses in the form of moans. You’re too preoccupied with bracing yourself on the very edge of your peak. You’re drunk off his cock and every thrust is another drink. Your inhibitions are long gone and the only thing consuming you is the need to have more of him. 

“I can feel how close you are,” Jake mumbles into your neck, kissing his way down to your shoulder. He matches the rhythm of his thrusts with the strokes of his fingers circling over your clit. 

You’re within seconds of crumbling apart in his arms. 

“Please, Jake. Don’t stop. Please, oh my god.”

“You sound so pretty begging for it. My beautiful whore.”

“Jesus, Jake,” Josh spits out, causing your eyes to snap open and see his shocked expression. 

But Jake isn’t bothered by his brother’s reaction, if anything, it only adds to his depravity. His fingers glide lazily over your clit as he coos softly into your cheek, “Tell him how much you love it, dove.” You’re more than distracted by the orgasm ready to unleash within you, but he doesn’t care. “Go on. Tell him how much your pussy cries for me when I call you my whore.”

He stops moving inside you and lifts his fingers away from your aching clit, making you cry out in frustration, “Are you fucking serious, Jake?”

“Tell him, and I’ll let you cum,” he demands with his cheek pressed against yours. 

He’s reduced you down into a whimpering mess, nearly bringing you to tears of desperation for release. There’s no holding back the confession that comes pouring out. “I love it when he calls me a whore.” 

“That’s right, dove,” he hums, skimming his lips along your flushed face as he rewards you with his movements again. He sinks his teeth into your cheek while giving your nipple a taunting pinch. “I had a feeling you would be a good listener.”

Your strangled moan fills the room, “Please, Jake. I’m so fucking close.” 

“I fucking love it when you say my name.” He spoils your clit along the grinding motion of his hips. You got one foot hanging off the ledge and he’s ready to give you that final shove.  “Give it to me.”

“Let go, baby,” Josh reassures you in a calming voice.  

Your body acts out of your control, succumbing to the tidal wave of your release. Your vision blurs through tear-glazed eyes, and the sounds around become nothing but static. The world might as well be crashing around you and heavenly bliss never felt so sinful. You spasm around his cock, locking him deep inside you. While he has to work to fuck through it, his fingers continue to rub across your over-stimulated clit. 

He shows his mercy by slowing himself down to a stop, pausing only for you to collect yourself. He’s nowhere near done with you, but Josh’s patience is thinning by the second. His cock is throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his boxer briefs and his wrists are beginning to turn red where the metal rubs against the skin. 

Jake’s ragged breathing gives away how close he might have been. He swallows it back and lets out a laugh, “You better touch him before he explodes in his boxers.”

“Fuck you, you prick.”

You lean forward to place a kiss on his neck, skimming your fingertips down his covered torso as your lips connect. You flick your tongue across his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. His hands are restless, his knuckles brushing across your stomach. “Color?”

Josh stutters, “Gr-green. Baby, please.” His Adam’s apple bounces beneath your lips. “Let me—“ 

“Aht!” You nip at the thin skin of his throat, making him flinch. “You only speak when I ask you a question.” You rub your hand over his chest, feeling his racing heart beneath your palms. “Can you be a good boy and do that for me, Josh?” 

“Yes.” His voice cracks through the word due to your fingertips tickling across the lean muscles of his stomach. 

 You trace the flowers tattooed on his hips before drawing your path down his thigh. “You been this hard the whole time, baby?” He nods enthusiastically, pushing his hips forward in search of friction. Your fingers ghost his erection, and the way you’re teasing him might be considered cruel. “You’ve been such a good boy.” 

His cock twitches to the praise — another thing you’re going to become addicted to.  “You were so patient while you made me feel good.” 

Jake has barely moved until now, but he is not one to accept the idea of being forgotten. He reminds you that he is very much still inside you with a single powerful thrust. You fight the temptation and stifle back the moan threatening to break free. 

You kiss along his jawline and slip your hand under the elastic band of his boxers. Feeling across the warm, silky-smooth skin, a wet spot of fabric clings to the back of your hand as you find that the head of his cock is slick with precum. “You’ve made quite the mess, baby.” 

You brush your fingertips up and down the length of him, causing a violent shiver to roll through his body with a clipped moan breaking free from his lips. You hold him against the palm of your hand, cradling what can fit. “Oh my, you are sensitive.”

Jake’s hips start to pick up enough momentum to distract you. You might have Josh on his knees in front of you, but Jake is the one in control. He takes advantage of your pause by placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Has my little bird finally gotten used to her wings?”

You peek over your shoulder, seeing him for the first time since he’s been behind you like this. It’s too much to bear — his tanned skin glowing in the setting sun, the tattoos on his chest and arms, the tiny wisps of sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. It’s fruitless, but you force yourself to feign disgust despite his words causing your heart to flutter wildly in your chest. “Be careful or I might fly away.”

A crooked smile hooks the corner of his mouth, showing you his teeth before they sink into his bottom lip. That with the certain glimmer in his eyes that you’ve come to know quite well provides enough of a warning to you.

You pull Josh’s cock from his boxers, wrap your fist loosely around the base and start stroking him. “Are you gonna be good for me? Treat me how I’m supposed to be treated?”

He bucks his hips involuntarily, driving himself into your hand. You watch his eyes roll behind heavy lids as he answers you in a breathless whisper, “Yes, baby.”

You kiss the smooth plane of skin from his chin to his ear, leaving a trail with your tongue as you go. “You promise?”

You suck teasingly on his earlobe, feeling the cool golden hoop over your lips and tongue. He hisses, and just based on that sound alone, you know he would rip from the metal cuffs and fuck you mercilessly into the mattress if he could. “Fuck… fuck. Yeah, I promise.” 

His cock is so painfully hard in your hand that you almost feel guilty. “You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

Josh whimpers, the submissiveness of his cry making your pussy tighten around Jake. He notices and laughs with an air of cockiness that stains your mind, “See what you put him through? and he’s still on his knees begging for it.”

You shift your body, and thankfully Jake adjusts with you so you can lower yourself. Josh leans back as much as the cuffs allow and watches your every move. You know what he’s hoping for — for you to take him into your mouth and lick every spot of him.  You’re in control, which is rather contradictory given how Jake is pounding into you from behind. He’s just going to have to settle for the alternative. 

You look into his eyes while holding the weight of him in your palm. Your lips part enough for a long dribble of spit to fall directly onto his cock. He fights to keep his eyes open, but his brows are tipped up and sewn tightly together. You glaze him with a twist of your wrist, causing his entire body to shake beneath you. “Are you sorry?”

He huffs out a pained breath, “Yes! Yes… fuck, baby.” The muscles and tendons of his forearms flex against the restriction of his handcuffs —  each stroke of your spit-lubed hand pushing him closer to the edge. “Please. I’m so fucking close.”

You drop even lower, biting and sucking the sensitive skin of his stomach to leave a collection of splotchy love marks as you work him. Your mouth would be on his navel if the piercing was healed enough, but you settle on licking down the trail of hair to his cock instead. “Go ahead, baby. Come for me.”

“I’m gonna…” He trails off and his legs begin to tremble. His abs strain and spasm against your lips while the pulse within his cock becomes heavy in your grasp. You suddenly stop the movement of your wrists, but it’s too late for him to hold back. A frustrated gasp leaves his chest while ropes his warm cum paint yours. 

You’re not sure how much time passes before you release your hold on him, hoping to avoid adding to his overstimulation. Jake has been patient with you up until this point but ends it by weaving his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and bringing you back up on your knees. 

“You ready to be filled like the whore you are?” His voice is seductive and sweet despite the crude words and stinging tension he’s putting on your scalp. “Covered and dripping in cum?”

You nod the best you can with his firm hold on your hair while squeaking out, “Yes.” Satisfied, he lets go to place a hand around your hip and an open palm to the small of your back.  

Josh does the unexpected and lowers his head to your chest to lick a stripe across your nipple. He peers through his lashes to see your shocked expression, offering you a smile before his tongue laps over your breasts. You place your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself as he works to clean himself off of you in rolling patterns of his tongue. He takes his time with no rush in sight as he makes his way up your neck, humming into your skin as he goes. 

His lips meet yours, delivering a hungry kiss and the taste of him to you. His orgasm offered little reprieve with how his tongue is dancing across yours. It’s broken by Jake’s hand around your throat, causing Josh to settle back on his heels to regain his composure. Jake then whispers directly in your ear, loud enough for only you to hear, “There will be a day where another man’s touch, his cock, the way he makes you cum… will never compare to me. Even him.”

You freeze in stunned silence, but Jake is unraveling quicker than the both of you realize, his collected pace faltering within a matter of seconds. His grunted curses are soon followed by a few staggered thrusts. With a final powerful pump of his cock directly into your cervix, he empties himself deep inside of you. 

You’re all left in a similar state —hearts pounding erratically while your lungs yearn for air. With the wave of euphoria dissipating at a rapid pace, Josh’s mood shifts instantly. A wave of clarity flashes before him, pulling the trigger to his anger that has been otherwise suppressed. He snaps with a dramatic thrash of his hands, “Can you get these fucking things off me?”

Flustered and taken off guard, you crawl across the bed, pulling Jake out of you as you do so. Jake hisses and curses under his breath but chooses to stay in place. You reach for the keys and unlock the cuffs, but Josh rips them off his wrists and tosses them across the room before you have a chance to remove them yourself. You recoil at the harsh sound of metal skittering against the hardwood. “What the hell?!”

Josh doesn’t answer you. He jumps off the bed without bothering to collect his clothes as he storms toward the door.  “Josh! Wait a min—“ You call out after him, only to be cut off by his bedroom door being slammed so hard that the walls of the house shake. 

You turn to Jake for answers — looking for anything to fix whatever just happened — to see that doesn’t seem bothered at all by Josh’s outburst. He’s laying across the pillows with an arm tucked under his head. He has taken the extinguished blunt that has been sitting in the glass ashtray and placed it between his lips. He notices your glaring stare and looks up at you, mumbling around it, “What?”

“You shouldn’t have said all of that.”

He relights the blunt and pulls in a calming drag. “It’s not my fault that he wants to pout like a child.” You scoff at his arrogant indifference and carefully slide off the bed. You find your underwear before anything begins to leak down your leg. You then grab your sundress and pull it on. He blows a cloud of smoke above him, “Where are you going?” 

“I’m gonna go check on him to make sure he’s okay, Jake.”

Now that he realizes how serious you are, he props himself up on an elbow. “He’s fine, dove. He’s being a baby because he knows I’m fucking right.”

You don’t bother debating with him over Josh’s mental state. You saw the hurt and anger in those caramel eyes. 

You need to mend whatever is going on. 

You walk out of Jake’s bedroom, but hesitant in front of Josh’s door, contemplating on whether it’s the best idea to try to talk to him right now. After mustering up whatever bravery you have left, you softly knock on the wood with your knuckles. 

You take the chance and open the door to find Josh sitting on the edge of his bed with his favorite bong in hand. Your heart sinks when he doesn’t look at you even after your back pushes the door closed. 

While he packs the bowl with a fresh pinch of green, you pad across the floor and slide onto the bed behind him. The muscles of his back tense to your touch when you wrap your arms around his midsection. 

Which fucking scares you. 

You kiss the top of his bare shoulder, causing the pained sigh to push out from his chest. Just before he brings his lighter to the bowl and his lips to the mouthpiece of the glass for the first hit, he says, “I think we need to have a serious conversation.” 

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[ageofwagner]

I need a fic recommendation stat! I’m determined I’ve read every single one on this app and I need help😫

hey mads! I've read a lot of gvf fics so here are some of my faves <3

Meg's GVF Fic Recs:

Danny Wagner

Bugs, Bears, and a Thunderstorm by @builtbybrokenbells

A Friendly Favor series by @gretavandutchy

Roommates series by @ageofbajabule

Who Are You Now series by @ageofhearingloss

A Tattoo Artist Walks Into a Flower Shop... by @garagebandvanfleet

Jake Kiszka

Spitfire series by @builtbybrokenbells

Sore Loser part 1 & 2 by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

A Beautiful Riff series by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Make Him Work For It by @gretavanfleetposts

Make Her Happy by @gretavanfleetposts

Josh Kiszka

Bloom series by @gretavangroupie

Some Gifts Aren't Meant To Be Shared by @indigostardustchords

Fear of Water by @highdefinitions

Bottlerock part 1 & 2 by @finestoflines

Deception series by @obetrolncocktails

Sam Kiszka

Pink Lemonade series by @garbagevanfleet

Karma Sutra series by @obetrolncocktails

Hate to Love You series by @builtbybrokenbells

A Lover's Plight series by @gretavandutchy

Shoebox series by @highdefinitions

Bonus

Cabin Fever series by @hearts-hunger

Skin Deep series by @streamingcolors-gvf

Struck series by @gretavangroupie

hope this helps<3

#ageofwagner fic recs #gvf #fic recs #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #greta van fleet

[shutupdevvie]

dear dev, i’m in search of some new danny fics… what are your favorites?

xoxo

ok so i tried to include some new ones but also some older ones that maybe you haven't read before <333

follow me down (parts 1 and 2) by @spark-my-nature (part 2 is smut but part 1 is pretty fucking fluffy)

a tattoo artist walks into a flower shop by @garagebandvanfleet (tattoo artist! danny will forever be a fave)

the fine line and point of madness by @artificialbarbarians

hush by @gretavanfreaky (one of my absolute FAVORITE danny fics)

the greatest show by @spark-my-nature

bet i can by @gvfgal

rendezvous by @hyperfixated-gvf

mile high club by @jakekiszkasleftnutsack

enemies with benefits by @gretavanblunt

1-800-STUD and the meetup by @gretasmokerising

burgundy by @gretavangroupie

anything written by @jake-kiszkas-smirk is wonderful

these are all smutty fics but this post i just made has a bunch of softer, fluffier fics if you're interested in those

#devs asks #devs recs #dannyrecs #list

[ageofhearingloss]

iz fic recs!

i'm constantly updating this guy; y'all write some amazing stuff! here's literally only a fraction of the ones that are near and dear to my heart

you can also find the ones i reblog under my iz's fic recs tag

danny wagner:

muse (series)- gretavangroupie

black out and shining armor- tripthelightfandomtastic

a tattoo artist walks into a flower shop… (series)- garbagebandvanfleet

four weddings and a funeral- hearts-hunger

1-800-STUD and the meetup- gretasmokerising

sam kiszka:

pink lemonade (series)- garbagevanfleet

muse- tripthelightfandomtastic

my (fake) boyfriends brother- arcaneblaine

jake kiszka:

learn to leave a room (series) and lazarus (series)- garbagevanfleet

sharp dressed man (both parts)- obetrolncocktails

lighthouse- gold-mines-melting

roommates- daisyful-gvf

cream and sugar (series)- sacredthefran

cabin in the woods (both parts)- gretavanlace

sore loser (both parts)- sparrowofthedawnsworld

behind closed doors (series)- anthemofgvf

josh kiszka:

starry, starry night - gretavanlace

brightest blue (series)- garbagevanfleet

whiplash- tripthelightfandomtastic

take care- gold-mines-melting

gvf:

vigilance- gretavangroupie and gretavanmoon (major tw for this series, but it is insanely good and suspenseful and amazing)

beg for it (jake x reader, dan makes an appearance in the later parts) and tease (twins x reader)- gretavanlace

settle down (all four x reader) and control and denial (danny x reader x sam) - hyperfixated-gvf

truth or dare (sam x reader x danny)- streamsofstardust

watch and learn (sam x reader x danny), and all of indecent proposal, valence, and disgrace by gretavanfleetposts

#this is mostly for me to keep everything in one place heh #and DONT COME FOR ME im not a josh girl! i love him so much but it's hard for me to read josh fics cause i see him as a silly goofy brother #gvf fic recs #iz fic recs

[frozenlight-gvf]

IMAGINE: gvf getting tattoos

WARNINGS: pretty much just me being thirsty and some slight sexual innuendos

JOSH: hip tat

Laid out on his side on the reclined chair, one of his arms is folded under his head and the other is curled up into his chest. The left side of his shorts are pulled down the slightest bit, the tightness of the elastic waistband keeping the soft fabric low on his hips and out of the artist's way. He breathes softly through his nose, the air catching in his chest every now and again as he tries to remember to focus on his breathing, eyelashes fluttering. But when the needle creeps towards his hip bone, he squeezes his eyes shut, a crease appearing between furrowed brows. His pink lips part just barely and he can't help the whimper that slips out. Once the artist relents to wipe the flooded ink away, he sucks in a deep breath and groans.

DANNY: bicep tat

He's sitting up with his arm extended, and his other hand is resting on the tight, dark denim clinging to his thigh, rubbing his wrist back and forth over the hard muscle to soothe himself. Loose and comfortable in his gray muscle tank, he slouches with his legs spread. A hazy smile dances on his lips while his glazed-over eyes can't seem to focus on anyone or anything. His eyebrow twitches whenever the needle hits a sensitive spot, the visible muscles under his shirt flexing. He lets go of a long, low groan, his head falling back slightly and his wild curls follow suit, tumbling out of his face, revealing the muscle that is quivering in his clenched jaw.

SAM: thigh tat

Of course, he's wearing those little short-shorts he likes to wear, and his fingertips are mindlessly fidgeting with the fringe on the scarf draped on his neck. The fabric of his shorts are bunched up a little on his right leg. Despite the endless movement of the tattoo shop around him, he can't pull his eyes away from the needle moving over his soft skin, the buzzing of the machine seemingly lulling him into a trance. He alternates between chewing his bottom lip and letting his jaw go slack, nearly panting. His half-lidded eyes blink slowly, fantasizing about watching someone ride the tattoo once it heals...

JAKE: sternum tat

He squirms around to try and find a comfortable position in the horizontal chair, his bare back brushing against the soft leather while the tattoo artist readies his materials. Finally settling in with a sigh, he closes his eyes with his brows slightly knitted, giving a curt nod to signal that he was ready. He knew exactly what he was in for: sternum tats are the most painful ones you can get. But once the needle hit his skin for the first time, a grunt shoots from low in his chest, like the burning sting and the vibration against his bones knocked the breath out of him. He inhales sharply, trying to regulate his body and adjust himself to the pain. By his sides, his hands frantically search for something to grab onto to ground himself while keeping his upper body as still as humanly possible. His knuckles go white gripping the sides of the chairs, stifling groans. His rapidly-blinking eyes are foggy, tears threatening to well up in the corners.

(please send me inspo for imagines or blurbs or possibly full-fledged fics... what's on yall's minds?)

#ive thought about this way too much #gvf #greta van fleet #gvf imagine #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf

[streamsofstardust]

do you have any fic recs for danny smut to fill my sunday evening

bestie u have come to the right place. i just spent a hot minute going thru my recs (i also have a few of my own in my master list if u wanna check em out!)

- bet i can by @gvfgal (i read this 1-2 times a week. literally one of my all time faves)

- made for me by @jake-kiszkas-smirk

- watch and learn by @gretavanfleetposts (danny and sam. another i read at least once a week)

- a perfect treat 1 & 2 by @streamingcolors-gvf (danny and josh. i go back to this one A LOT)

- study nights by @ageofbarbarians

- step into christmas by @spark-my-nature

- baby you can drive my car by @spark-my-nature

- hush by @gretavanfreaky (another 10/10 fave of mine)

- rhythm section by @godlygreta (danny and sam)

- the fine line by @artificialbarbarians (which was posted on my bday before buffy and i were even friends so thank u buffy)

- a tattoo artist walks into a flower shop by @garagebandvanfleet

- no by @hyperfixated-gvf

#danny fic recs #danny smut recs

[readyforthegarden]

GVF FIC WRITERS CHALLENGE

I was tagged in this a few times, so I want to do it too!

Tagging anyone else who wants to do it!

1. Which story that you've written so far is your favorite?

Can't Get Enough of You it was pretty self-indulgent on my part, but every so often I go back to it and just enjoy the sensualness of it.

2. Which story of yours has the most notes?

You Look Like You Were Jealous (342 holy shit???)

3. Which story of yours are you suprised has the least notes?

All of the Danny Wagner ones.

4. Which series of another writer's is your favorite?

The Brightest Blue by garbagevanfleet

5. Which story of another is your favorite?

An Indecent Proposal and Full Disclosure by gretavanfleetposts

A Tattoo Artist Walks into a Flower Shop by @garagebandvanfleet

Those are both my two comfort fics I have read them a billion times

6. What story of another writers are you reading now?

Sinners and Saints by @basiccortez

Pink Lemonade by @garbagevanfleet

Sunshine Daydream by @hearts-hunger

No Strings Attached by @hearts-hunger

7. Name stories of your own that you recommend people go and read.

Summer in the City! I love working on it and I'm sad that it's coming to an end soon! A Thousand Times Enough is also one that I recommend, it's kind of a feel good fic. Also this Jake fluff and this Sam one.

8. Name stories of another writer's you recommend.

Lost Boys and Lost Souls by @tlexx (i can't wait for Lost Heart!!)

The Baby Series by @basiccortez (And the Jake and Sage blurbs!)

Over Your Ex, Under His Brother by @streamingcolors-gvf

50 Wordless Ways to Say I Love You (Josh Kiszka) by @joshkiszkas

and pretty much everything by @gretavanlace and all the lovely people mentioned above!!

[imacrowcawcaw]

If the boys were to get tattoos, what design(s) do you think they’d get?

Ooh I like this a lot!!!

WHAT THE GVF BOYS WOULD GET FOR TATS

Danny

I feel like Danny is a back piece kinda guy, idk why. Probably not his whole back (and really none of them seem the type to get many or super large tattoos) but maybe in between his shoulder blades, on the back of his neck, down his side, a tramp stamp, etc

I also think he would actually be the most likely to get a tattoo that is also funny/a joke, but I can't think of any good examples so forget I said that 😂

His concepts (aka things I associate him with and think would be good subjects): large birds, nature, power, mystique, dark but soft, old mythological figures and feelings

So his tat would be something that he connects with a lot, that represents him: a griffon. I really do associate him with large birds of prey, amd power and mythology, and I think that one would be perfect for Danny's tattoo. The griffon is big and fierce and powerful, but they are also total cuddly softies to those who know them (and they're super protective)

Examples (and yes I know the one on the top left is just an eagle but I thought it was cool) below

Josh

I can see Josh getting tattoos on the topside of his pec over his heart, on his shoulder, and on his calves/ankles. He wouldn't get anything super big, but he would have a few choice pieces that he has thought extensively about in those not-concealed-but-not-front-and-center places

Josh is Nature Boy ^TM and also an arts appreciative (as they all are) so his concepts are: Shakespearean/Greek/classic plays, flowers, astology, tarot, love, bright colors, native Michigan flora. I also think that his tats would generally be similar to the images on his jumpsuits, hence this list lol

On his bicep: an Aries ram with colorful flowers and stars surrounding it

On his calf: a more abstract/watercolor style Eastern White Pine (the state tree of MI, which I found out through fanfiction research lmao)

Over his heart: a quote about love from Shakespeare

Examples (and yes I know it's all in black and white instead of colorful but I found what I could) below

Sam

Sam is the most likely to get a tattoo while shitfaced drunk, you (probably) cannot convince me otherwise. Like, he won't actually, but.... if a game or dare or something came up he would be the one to do it

Other than that, though, Sam doesn't seem like a huge tattoo person to me. Maybe it's just my personal feelings on not wanting to see all that pretty skin covered up but... I think he would go with one really small piece on his wrist and that would be it.

Concepts: canines, music, classic literature, love, sleek and elegant, simplistic but meaningful, maybe something for his family or girlfriend... I'm sorry if these ideas are a little more lackluster than the others, I don't like Sam less than any of them (I think I've made that clear lol) I just really don't see him as a tattoo guy!

But anyways, he would end up getting a little symbol on the inside of his wrist to reperesent love and family. A lotus style flower with all the initials of the people he loves worked in (Josh, Jake, his sister, his parents, Danny, Joy, idk who else), maybe an infinity symbol too. It would be in black and white, small but exquisite in detail, and I imagine it wouls make him and his family very happy!

Jake

Jake seems like a classy guy, or at least someone who's into that "classic" aesthetic: good alcohol, classic cars, nice leather, rock n roll music, a beautiful woman with him, smooth and cool and effortlessly sexy vibes, etc etc. So he would probably get tattoos in that sort of 40s/50s style that you see in a lot of vintage photos (and also on hipsters/rockabilly wearers lol). But they would still be things that are meaningful to him, not just your standard heart-and-arrow-over-the-bicep

His concepts: music and his band, Tolkien (!!!), nature, beauty and sexuality, rock n roll, peace love and unity, the mountains, solitude, strength, family, and dedication

I forgot to mention above, I think that Jake would get a half sleeve, going from his shoulder to just above his elbow. I think it would take him awhile to fill in that space because he would be doing it with extreme care and thought, but it would also look really hot when it's done lol

His sleeve wpuld include: A sparrow carrying an arrow in it's beak, a portrait (well done, of course) of his mom, the Greta Van Fleet logo or something to represent it, a snake (idk why I just think he would like it), and some image of a pretty girl

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[auroraseddie]

How has nobody written a firefighter!GVF fic yet??? At the VERY least firefighter!Danny like imagine being carried out of a burning building by fucking Danny Wagner in a fireman get-up I’d die anyway like thanks for saving me but I’m still dead

NOW WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

you may be on to something bestie

here is a list of danny au’s i need written immediately:

firefighter!danny

tattoo artist / heavily tatted danny (not alternative danny he cant be mean like that however if heavily tatted danny fucked like arcaneblaine’s alt josh but wasnt Mean…… yeah <3)

DAD DANNY i have been begging you fuckers for this

coffee shop au but where danny is the barista

brothers best friend danny

many more but these are the main ones i am not so patiently waiting for someone to write

#me on my soapbox again #nonnie

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Skin Deep Part 10.2

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Male OC , Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word count: 8.3k

A/N: It’s here, lovelies. The chapter that’s got me quaking in my boots. (Ya girl is anxious about this one). If this isn’t your thing, I’m warning you now. This chapter is purely smut. So if you decide to skip this update, I broke this chapter up so it’s not going to really affect much of the story for you. (Also apologizing for any editing mistakes)

Little shout out to Hannah, Nessa and Rachel for helping me work through this chapter. Love ya ❤️ and to everyone I bugged along the way

As always, love and appreciate all the support and feedback y’all give me. Hope you enjoy this one!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, drug use -marijuana, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI 18+ (unprotected penetrative sex, protected anal sex, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, spit kink, c*m play)

This chapter depicts explicit scenes of queer sex.

Masterpost, Chapter 10.1

Fifteen minutes. Fifteen excruciatingly long minutes you have to spend crammed into the backseat of this Uber wedged between them. You’re drunk enough to lose yourself the feeling of hands and mouths roaming your body, but sober enough to be aware that your driver has made several glances in the rearview mirror.

Changing traffic lights blur in your periphery, passing street signs become unrecognizable. Josh’s insatiable hunger for you has only grown since you left the bar. With his mouth attached to your neck, his fingers slip under the hem of your dress, inching farther up the inside of your thigh. If you could get your way without the risk of being thrown out of the car, you’d have them inside you already. All you can do is writhe across the middle seat, hoping that they miraculously do. 

Kai seems the most level-headed one between the three of you, making polite conversation with the driver —  small talk that doesn’t hold your attention. What does keep it, is the feeling of his erection straining beneath your wandering hand. With what he’s teased for free on his socials and what’s straining beneath your palm, you’ve created a mental image, but the limitations of the denim keep you guessing. 

You massage your thumb across the length of his covered cock. He chuckles and leans in close enough to whisper, “I thought you didn’t want me to assume anything.” 

You squeeze your hand around it, making his eyes flutter for a second before his hand rests on top of yours. The intensity of his stare into your eyes grows as he waits for you to say something. The car pulls up at the end of the twin’s driveway, interrupting your thoughts. Josh rushes to pop the handle of the door and drags you out with him, causing you to stumble out of the car trying to get to your feet, but he’s quick to catch you. 

“Oh shit!” You break into giggles, clutching onto him to keep your balance.

“You okay, baby?” He laughs, pulling you in tight by an arm wrapped around your waist. You nod, playing with the golden sun swinging across his sternum. Despite his entire torso being exposed from his unbuttoned shirt, you can feel his warmth beneath your hands. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you like this.”

“Seen me like what?”

“A little tipsy,” he teases, swaying you slightly before giving your asscheek a firm squeeze. It’s all making you feral — his musky scent of sweat and cologne mixing together, the feeling of his fingers skimming along the lace edge of your panties, even down to the way he’s grinning at you. Your hands have a mind of their own, sliding up his smooth chest to hook around the back of his neck, tugging him into a kiss. “…and this horny.”

“You just want me to stand here or what?!” Kai shouts from a distance. You whip your head around to see him standing on the front stoop waiting for you now that the Uber is long gone.  

You and Josh share a laugh as you start walking up the driveway. He takes your hand, but before you reach the halfway point, he stops to ask you, “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you want to back out.” 

His nervousness is starting to reveal itself now that the moment is becoming more real by the second. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel it too. Throughout the summer, you’ve become familiar with him and Jake. This, however, was new. Very new. 

You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing the hand that’s starting to sweat against yours. “I want to if you do.” 

That glimmer returns, flashing over his irises that are illuminated by the porch light. “Yeah?” 

“Fuck yeah.” 

“I love…just…ugh.” He bites his words through a groan before yanking into another kiss. “You’re amazing. I don’t fucking deserve you.”

“We can do that inside the house, you know?” Kai interrupts. He’s still waiting, leaning against the side of the house with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“You sound impatient, Kai,” Josh giggles as he searches for the key on the ring. You’re not helping in the slightest, nipping at Josh’s ear to feel the cold, gold hoop against your tongue. It distracts him, making him use up every ounce of willpower to unlock the front door, but he manages. 

“Says the man who has had a raging hard-on for the last hour,” Kai quips back. 

Josh’s laugh cracks through the air as he pushes the door open and enters the dark house. “Once your cock has been inside her, you’ll know why.”

You would’ve smacked his arm, playfully scolding him, but Kai’s hand hooks your wrist before you can, pulling you toward him. As if he were a shadow consuming you, he coos with a calming lilt, “Is that true, kitten? Are you so irresistible that you’ve got our Josh pussy blind?” 

You’re learning quickly that he loves this game — each play to see who is chasing who, and right now, he’s been batting you around to see where his little mouse runs off to. You meet his jade-colored eyes, hoping your rapid breathing and flushed cheeks aren’t giving you away.  “Only one way to find out.”

A devilish grin pulls over his teeth, and he releases his gentle grasp around your forearm to set you free. You watch Josh make his way around the living room, flipping the tableside lamps on to bring the house to life. Kai soaks in the glowing light, taking in the space around him. “So…when’s Jake supposed to be home?”

Josh huffs out a laugh, “He’s not.”

“He isn’t?” You cut in, sounding far more disappointed than you truly are. You’ve had plenty of distractions tonight, pushing him out of your mind until now. Being here, seeing all his possessions laid out in front of you without him brings those feelings you’ve been shoving away to the surface.

“Yeah, he texted me that he’ll be at Sam’s tonight. He usually stays in town at his place if we go out,” Josh explains as he turns to face you, seeing the fleeting turmoil casting over your face. He walks over to you, giving you a reassuring embrace. “Hey. He’ll be fine, okay?”

Doubt bubbles in the pit of your stomach when you remember how Jake acted and looked at you at the bar. You feel Kai’s eyes on you as he stands off to the side, gauging the situation playing out in front of him. Josh smiles, guiding your attention back to the present with him. “I promise, baby. You want this, right?”

“Yeah,” you reply softly, breathing in his presence.  

You watch as Kai steps into your view behind Josh and sinks his teeth into the side of his neck. Josh sucks in a sharp breath and lets a strangled moan free as Kai’s tongue travels to his ear. Satisfied with the reaction, Kai hums into his flushed skin, “Then there’s nothing to worry about, is there?”

Josh emphasizes with a heavy sigh, “We have the whole house to ourselves.”

Kai continues to walk around him until he’s standing directly behind you. He then places both hands on your shoulders, sending the breath of his words across the shell of your ear, “You hear that? The whole house.” A shiver rolls down your spine at the thought while his fingers massage you. He’s so close to your cheek that you feel his lips move as he speaks to Josh, “Got anything to drink?”

“Yeah. I think there’s a bottle of tequila in the cabinet.” 

“That’s perfect. I think she and I will go ahead and make ourselves comfortable.” He slips away from you and sits on the couch, leaving you with Josh. 

Josh’s hands which have yet to leave your waist, squeeze around your hips when he asks for himself, “Would you like a drink, baby?” 

You know mixing liquors is probably a poor decision, but it’s become the least of your concerns tonight. “Tequila soda?”

He flashes a warm smile before kissing you. “Coming right up.” He separates from you and makes his way into the kitchen. Within seconds, that fluttery nervous feeling returns knowing that Kai is waiting for you. 

“C’mere,” Kai beckons while tapping his hand on the top of his thigh. You’re drawn to him without further thought, sliding yourself onto his lap with his guiding hand. He balances most of your weight on his right leg, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you close. “That’s it, sugar.”

His ringed fingers skim over your dress and down your legs draped over him. “Are you gonna tell me your favorite places you like to be touched?” His lips ghost along your jawline, making you squirm against him. The tip of his nose dips into your cleavage to breathe in your scent. “Or are you gonna make me work for it?”

“It wouldn’t be as fun if I told you,” you tease, combing your fingers through the soft, raven-black curls at the nape of his neck.

He groans at the feeling and traces circles on the top of your knee that’s exposed below the hem of your dress. “Here?”

You giggle from how the sensation tickles, “You’re getting warmer.” You watch as he slowly pulls the fabric up inch by inch, revealing your freshly shaven legs. His fingertips skate along your inner thigh, making a moan push past your lips. 

“How ‘bout now?” He asks through the wet kisses being showered all over your neck. You should be embarrassed by the effect he has on you, but that’s a fact you’ll have to accept later. Here you are, falling apart on another man’s lap, drenching your lace panties when he’s barely touched you.

“Kai…” you whine, most likely meant as a warning or perhaps a plea — that, you can’t be sure. He responds to you calling his name by digging his fingers into the thick flesh of your thigh hard enough that it might leave tiny bruises, making you gasp loudly. You feel his hardening cock beneath your ass as he grinds you across his lap. 

You look up to see Josh watching you from the kitchen. He seems entertained, smiling at you before dropping his focus to the drinks he’s still preparing. Kai’s hand slides farther up, now inches away from where you want it. 

“Now?”

Your voice catches in your throat, coming out as a broken whimper, “Warmer.”

A throaty laugh rumbles in the depths of his throat as he drags his middle finger over your covered pussy. You can’t hold back from bucking your hips when he rubs over your throbbing clit. “And now?”

“Hot. Hot,” you groan, gripping his hair by the root in your clenched fist.

His finger slips under the fabric, sliding effortlessly through your slick. “Fucking Christ you’re so wet,” he huffs, quickly retrieving his hand to pat the top of your thigh. “Stand up for me.”

Confused, and a bit disoriented, you struggle to lift yourself from his lap to stand to your feet. He stops you before you can, redirecting you, “No, no. Up here, kitten.”

You hesitate for a second once you realize what he’s asking of you. “I don’t know…”

“I got you. Come on,” he reassures, taking your hand in his. The alcohol in your system throws off your coordination and balance, but he helps you onto the couch with minimal effort. With your feet planted on either side of his legs, his hands dive under your dress and hook the band of your panties at your hips. He tugs them off in a swift motion and tosses them out of sight. 

He pushes up the front of your dress, bunching the material at your navel to expose your bare pussy that’s right at his eye level, mere inches away from his mouth. You suddenly feel self-conscious, worrying about placing too much of your weight on him, and brace yourself against the wall so you can hover. 

“Fuck, I love women,” the proclamation leaves his glossy lips as he kneads his thumbs into your thighs, admiring the sight before him. He lifts one of your legs and places it over his shoulder before burying himself in you. 

“Oh, god!” you cry out, instantly overwhelmed by his pointed tongue rolling over your clit. 

“He was right…” he confesses through panting breaths that cling to you. With a hand secured to your hip and one cupped under your ass, he drives you down onto his face. “…You taste fucking incredible.”

Everything about him is new — the curious passes of his tongue as he learns your body. He’s proving himself to be a quick learner, picking up on what makes you tick. Before you know it, you begin to ride him, chasing the tongue that never stills, even for a second. It feels as though he’s everywhere, yet nowhere all at once.

 A guttural, nearly primal sound breaks free from your chest, “Oh my god!”

Instead of focusing solely on making you finish as Josh would, he thrashes his head aggressively from side to side, lapping and sucking mercilessly on your clit with unexpected enthusiasm. He fills the room with the lewd, wet, pornographic sounds. They’re obscene, borderline louder than your own moans. His movements are sloppy, meant more for the show of it than for your pleasure.  

He’s being a fucking tease, making you feel as though you’re close while being farther away than when you started. You let your frustration out with a harsh yank of his hair, causing him to growl into you. 

He pulls you by the waist, throwing you down on the cushion beside him. Stunned, you stare at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed, “What the fuck?!”

He smiles at you, but the swipe of his thumb across his bottom lip does nothing to clean off his mouth. Your wetness coats the entire bottom half of his face, causing it to shine in the golden light. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

With eyes glazed over, you look over to Josh, seeing him leaning against the kitchen island. It’s casual—  the way he’s standing with his legs crossed comfortably over each other. You’d ask him why he’s not by your side yet, but the feeling of Kai’s fingers trailing up and down the inside of your shaking leg distracts you from him. 

You hear his giggle, “Having fun, baby?” Before you can process the words, he’s standing in front of you offering you a drink. You struggle to sit up until you can take it from him. You blink through the haziness clouding your vision, watching as Josh downs one of the shots of tequila in his hands. He winces through the burn, and with the other shot glass in his hand, he crawls onto Kai’s lap, straddling him. 

“Oh, hello,” Kai purs, placing his large hands on Josh’s hips to rock him closer. He reaches for the second shot thinking it’s for him, but is surprised when Josh brings it to his own lips instead. 

Josh smirks as he tips the glass back, but doesn’t swallow it this time. He takes Kai by the chin with his free hand and tugs him forward, silently asking him to open his lips. He instantly catches on and accepts, allowing Josh to spit the stream of tequila into his mouth. Kai swallows it without a single change of expression, looking up at Josh through his lust-heavy lids as he plucks the empty shot glasses from his fingers to set them on the table beside them. 

Josh cradles his face in his hand and licks a languid stripe up Kai’s chin, cleaning the spilled liquor threatening to dribble down his throat. His tongue reaches Kai’s mouth, tasting you off his swollen lips. You witness the switch flipping inside Josh as the same hunger he felt for you in the backseat reemerges. He deepens the kiss and rushes to shrug off his shirt, becoming more aggressive with every pass of his tongue. 

It’s when he starts frantically popping the buttons of Kai’s shirt, that he stops him with a hand around his throat. Kai nips at his bottom lip, correcting him through a dominant growl, “Slow down, pretty boy. We have nothing but time.”

Kai’s grip loosens around his neck once he hears Josh’s whimper, and lets his open hand slide down his tattooed body. They’re both breathing heavily, taking in the sight of each other this close. Kai admires the inked sparrows on either side of Josh’s chest with a gentle touch, following the linework of red poppies down his torso. Keeping eye contact, his hand finds Josh’s cock straining against his thigh beneath the tight leather of his pants. 

Kai rubs his thumb across the head, giving an admission through a sultry voice, “I’ve thought this more times than I can count.”

Josh’s eyes flutter closed, and he starts to grind himself against Kai’s lap in response, whining, “Oh fuck. Just touch me. Please.”

Kai gives in to him, moving them both into a new position. Josh is now seated beside you with his back against the cushion, Kai stands to his feet in front of him. You take the chance, slipping in behind Josh to hold him between your legs.

He settles in, leaning back against your chest so you both can watch Kai take his time, popping each tiny button at a sinfully slow pace between his nimble fingers. Like ink strokes against pristine paper, his porcelain skin is decorated with a vast collection of black and gray pieces. He rids himself of the long-sleeve shirt, showing off the new pair of scorpions between his hips that are now at the tail end of the healing process.

He unhooks his leather belt with a single hand and kicks his dark jeans off to the side, leaving the black pair of boxer briefs. Even with the dark color of the satin fabric, you can see the distinct, and equally impressive, outline of his hardening cock. 

He drops to his knees between Josh’s open legs, feeling across the slippery leather covering his thighs. You hold Josh tight, nestling against his ear, hearing the shallow breaths that flutter rapidly from his open lips. 

Kai teases him with a featherlight touch of his fingertips across the bare skin of Josh’s stomach just to see the muscles quiver. He sucks at the vulnerable flesh between the tattooed roses between his teeth, causing Josh to groan with every mouth-sized fuschia mark mottled across its surface.

Just as Kai’s tongue is about to dip into Josh’s navel, he cries out through the dryness plaguing his mouth, “Don’t! It’s still healing.” 

Kai clicks his tongue in disappointment, humming, “That’s a shame. I’ve been waiting to do that all night.” He continues his path, mumbling through the open-mouth kisses down the trail of hair, “What other surprises are you hiding?” 

You consider mentioning the hidden tattoo below Josh’s waist, but Kai spots it before you can. He traces the tip of the leaves poking out with his finger, sighing with intrigue, “Oh? And what are you?”

His eyes flick up, catching Josh’s that are full of desperation before they move over to yours. Your brow wiggle sparks his curiosity even more, causing him to pop open the button of Josh’s pants. 

He peels back the leather, discovering the cherry tattoo barely an inch from the base of Josh’s cock that’s still tucked away. You watch the gears turning in his head as he looks over its details before a knowing grin forms across his face. 

“Is this…?”

“For you?” Josh answers with a shaky voice. He’s looking down at Kai’s fingers drawing over the outline. “Yeah. I got it done after that night you brought me to The Twisted Cherry for the first time.”

“Josh…” Kai trails off, collecting his thoughts. “We didn’t even do anything that night. Flirted for a few hours and had a few drinks, but…”

“What can I say…” Josh chuckles. “You have an effect on me.” 

You had thought about how he had gotten the tattoo, but never about why. “That’s the real story behind that?” 

“Yeah. It was about a year ago,” he explains. “I was probably still drunk when I walked into Marley’s shop that next morning.” He reminisces while you watch Kai fight the blush rising to his cheeks. “One of my more horny and impulsive decisions, but I’ll never regret it. The ladies love it.”

Kai’s gaze stays locked onto you. “I bet they do.” He lowers himself to place a kiss directly on the cherries. “To inspire a tattoo…and to think my ego couldn’t get any bigger.” 

He bites the delicate skin — just as you had done weeks ago. Josh whimpers loudly, tightening his grasp around your forearm that’s draped across his chest. Kai pulls down Josh’s pants farther down his legs, causing his cock to spring free against his stomach. He takes them off the rest of the way, leaving Josh completely naked. 

Kai takes Josh in his hand, wrapping his tattooed fingers around his length, and strokes him gently with a loose fist. “I’ve always known you’d have a pretty cock.”

Josh only responds with a delirious nod. He’s dying with anticipation, fighting the temptation to fuck himself into Kai’s hand. He’s restless and squirming against you to chase any bit of friction he can.

“Relax, baby. Are you gonna be good for him?” You coo softly against Josh’s ear, brushing your parted lips across the velvet plushness of his buzzed hair. 

“Mmhmm,” he whines, furrowing his brow and dropping his mouth to form a perfect circle. 

Watching Kai lick a stripe up along the underside of Josh’s cock ignites something inside you that you couldn’t have anticipated. You quickly realize he can pleasure him in a way that’s different from you. He knows what feels the best, what can get Josh there faster than you ever will. Jealousy could very well rob you of this moment, but instead, you take note and appreciate how Josh falls apart in your arms. 

Kai seals his lips around Josh’s cock, forcing a strangled moan to break free, “Oh, fuck!”

You hook your chin over Josh’s shoulder and appreciate the sight before you. Josh has lost his ability to focus and throws his head back, extending his neck for you. You nuzzle into him, kissing along his clenched jaw up to his pierced ear. “Be a good boy for us and watch him, hmm?”

Curses slip past his lips through the pitchy moans, but he’s losing himself in the pleasure of it all. Whenever you’re going down on him, you’re too distracted by the drive to make him feel good to watch the expressions on his face or remember all the little sounds he makes. 

You continue peppering affectionate kisses along the sharp edge of his jaw, sighing into the taut skin, “Does his mouth feel as good as you imagined it would?”

You know he can’t answer you. There’s no chance he can form a single coherent thought right now with how Kai’s spoiling his cock. Not a shred of the enthusiasm he had with you is being sacrificed for him. It’s messy, with the evidence left being Josh’s entire lap shining with his spit, but it’s deliberate. You give in to the urge and reach out to brush back Kai’s fallen curls draping across his forehead, guiding the rhythmic bobbing of his head. 

“Look at him, Josh,” you say with an innocent lull as you pet his hair which is becoming damp with sweat with your free hand, encouraging him to open his eyes again. “You’ve fantasized about him sucking your cock, right?”

Sharing his point of view is almost too much for you to bear yourself. You can’t imagine how he must feel.

“Yeah…” Josh confesses as he finally blinks his eyes open again. Kai, sensing that he’s watching him, suddenly changes what he’s doing, pushing his cock deeper toward the back of his throat. Josh shakes his head frantically and clenches his fingers around your arms to ground himself to you. “Fuck! Wait! wait…You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

Kai hears his plea and pulls his cock from his mouth and smiles, tapping the head against his rosy, wet lips as he pumps a tight fist now that it’s lubed with his spit. “I think that might be the point.”

“I know…I just don’t last long if I’ve been drinking. I-I just want it to last,” he manages to say in a breathy laugh, but he’s starting to shake uncontrollably with every downward stroke of Kai’s slick hand. “I… I…I’m so fucking close.”

“Let him make you cum, Josh. I wanna see it,” you beg with your sultriest voice, adding an emphasizing nip to his earlobe. The surface of his skin is so feverish to the touch that it’s sticking against every bare spot on your body. 

Knowing it won’t take much more of his effort, Kai focuses his remaining attention on the special spot beneath the head of Josh’s cock — using the same rapid flicking motion of his tongue that he used on your poor clit minutes ago. You’re still so deprived, left to deal with the lingering denial while Josh reaches his own climax in your arms.  He unravels within seconds, and he tries to warn Kai, but the words never form past a grunt. His orgasm takes over without mercy, and all you can do is hold him against you as his cum glazes Kai’s flattened tongue. 

Josh relaxes with his release, melting into your chest as the energy drains from his body. Kai licks him clean, swiping some that’s dribbled down the length of his cock with his finger before offering it to you. He gives you a taste by running it across your tongue, and you seal your lips around him. You lightly suck on his finger, making him stand to kiss you. 

The kiss is far from subtle from his mouth being puffy and wet, the heat of his tongue slipping over yours. He tastes of Josh and tequila, coaxing you to your feet with a strong pull of his hands around yours. As he explores you, his fingers slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, tugging the garment down to a pile at your feet. His hand is busy roaming down the length of your spine and cups over your ass, sending you forward with a powerful squeeze. 

“Fuck…” he groans in response to your pitchy yelp, nipping his way down your throat. “I can see why he’s so obsessed with you.”

“And why’s that?” You hum, feeling your way down his toned stomach to play with the band of his boxers. He sighs as you kiss down his chest and lower yourself to your knees before him. 

“Well, for one, you’re way kinkier than I thought you’d be.” He brushes your hair back, holding it at the crown of your head while you take off the only clothing still left on him. 

Your giggle is cut short with a gasp at the sight of his cock displayed in front of you. He’s larger than you expected, slightly longer, but considerably thicker than Josh. It intimidates you at first, leaving you frozen in place while you stare. 

“Holy shit.” You hear Josh’s breath of awe behind you. “You look so much bigger in person.”

Kai laughs, holding it at the base before giving himself a few strokes to show off. “Been looking at my account, huh?”

“You expect me not to?” Josh answers with his usual vibrancy returning to his voice.

Kai’s attention drops back to you kneeling at his feet. “What do you think, kitten?” His fingertips graze against your scalp while he taps the head of his cock against your bottom lip. “Is it too much for you to handle?”

“Show him how amazing you are, baby,” Josh encourages you, and the couch creaks with the shift of his weight as he sits up behind you. 

You replace Kai’s hand with your own, feeling the weight of him as his steady heartbeat pulses against your palm. You’ve become so familiar with Josh, memorizing every detail of his body in the past weeks together, that Kai feels like an entirely new experience, and the pressure to perform suddenly overwhelms you. 

Kai senses your hesitancy and tips your chin to look up at him. “Don’t get shy on me. Just relax and take your time, okay? It’s just a cock, baby.” Kai’s use of Josh's pet name instead of his own gives you a strange sense of comfort. It’s soft coming from him, meant to remind you of the fact that this is still the three of you.  

Feeling a wave of confidence, you start by kissing the tip. They’re teasing and soft, warming you up to the delicate licks until you feel bold enough to swirl your tongue around him. You feel the rake of his dull nails across your scalp as he praises, “That’s it, kitten.”

You slide him deeper across your tongue, stretching your mouth around him. There’s no way you can fit all of him, so you have to compensate for what you can’t reach with your hand. 

Josh’s hands caress your shoulders and neck, holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” 

You’ve gotten a pretty good idea of what Kai’s into, and decide to put on a show of your own. You make a point to gag dramatically, letting your drool flow freely down his length. 

He shudders as you twist your wrist furiously around him, “Fuck… that feels amazing. Nothing like seeing a pretty girl choking on my cock.” 

Kai thrusts himself deep until you can no longer handle it. You’re forced to pull back and gasp for breath while the tears stream down your cheeks. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Josh kisses your temple, giggling, “He does like it a bit rougher than me, doesn’t he?” 

You laugh through your panting, looking up to see Kai breathing just as heavily as you. He runs his fingers through his messy hair, glancing down at you with a grin.

“I need to feel your pussy. Right now.” Kai steps away to sit on the couch beside Josh, taking you with him by the hand. “Come here.” 

With the coordination of a newborn fawn, you crawl onto his lap. He pulls you into a kiss, lifting your ass enough to glide the head of his cock through your wetness. He meets your entrance after a few passes and tries to nudge himself inside. You suck in a breath of fear from the sheer size of him, and lock your body involuntarily, anticipating the sting. He shushes you against your lips, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re fucking soaked, kitten. Just go slow.”

You brace yourself on his shoulders and start to lower your hips. Josh joins in by placing his hand between your legs, circling your swollen clit with the faintest touch of his middle finger. 

Josh hums into that little spot below your ear, “Talk to us.” Kai nods in agreement, sitting perfectly still with his hands secured around your waist, giving you full control. A response for them is lost as you ease him into you, using the sensations on your clit as your guide to stretch yourself inch by inch. 

You eventually settle onto his lap with him buried completely inside you, more thankful than ever that he prepared you for it. The full feeling he gives you is almost too much, threatening to push past your limits. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Kai groans, pushing himself against your cervix with a roll of his hips. He throws his head back, showing the massive beetle tattoo covering his throat. After stopping to adjust, you finally start to move, riding him with a cautious sway.

“I told you,” Josh murmurs, leaning in to kiss him. Kai captures his lips with far less control than earlier in the night. A flash of your greediness takes over, and for a moment, you want the kiss for yourself. 

You let out a whine of protest, causing Josh to break away. He bites in his bottom lip, and sighs, “Did you think I forgot about you, baby?” He kisses you with the passion you so desperately crave. “Ride him for me. Show him how good your pussy feels.” 

As you bounce on him, you realize how different Kai feels, hitting spots and stretching you out in ways that Josh doesn’t. But you can also admit that Josh makes you feel things that he doesn’t. Kai’s body feels harder, colder to the touch. His polished jade eyes take in your beauty, but they don’t cherish you the same way Josh’s honeyed ones do. He touches your body in the right places, but you know it’s how he would touch any other woman. 

This is pure lust. Attraction with one goal in mind. 

You do notice how gentle he’s being with you, knowing that he would rail you into this couch the second you say the word. He’s patient with a playful smirk on his face, accepting that this is about you and Josh more than it is for him. 

Josh simply can’t keep his hands or his mouth to himself. He takes turns kissing you both, caressing you anywhere he can comfortably reach. 

“I could fuck you for hours,” Kai admits, but once he realizes how you’re starting to tire, he shifts his intentions. “Here. Let’s turn you around.” He maneuvers you with a confident amount of strength, changing the position so you’re now facing away from him. You balance yourself the best you can, leaning back as he slips himself back inside you. He takes on most of the work, pumping his cock in and out of your pussy at a quicker pace. 

Josh, wide-eyed, feels across your naked chest, holding your bouncing tits in the warmth of his palm. “You’re so beautiful…taking him so well.” He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, wetting it before blowing a cool stream across it to watch it harden. He kisses his way down your stomach, settling on his knees between Kai’s legs — mirroring the position from minutes before. 

There’s no coyness to his actions. He dives right in, licking a broad stripe over your needy clit. He sucks it gently into his mouth, pleasuring you in the way you desperately need it. His tongue draws your favorite patterns with the perfect pressure as Kai’s cock glides effortlessly inside your cunt. 

It’s the depraved combination that catapults you right into your building orgasm. You resist your body’s response to close your eyes, wanting to watch him. You’ve missed him — the way his lust-riddled eyes float up your naked body until they meet yours. You feel the teeth of his smile against you just as his mouth leaves your clit. He then retrieves Kai’s cock from you, leaving you with a sudden empty feeling. You might’ve complained because of how close you are, but seeing him take Kai into his mouth renders you speechless. 

You hear Kai’s muffled whimper beneath you as Josh licks your arousal off of him. He takes full advantage of the chance to play, going back and forth from rolling his tongue over your clit and sucking Kai’s cock.  

Hearing Kai’s sounds mix with your own is too much for your drunken brain to process. Josh isn’t oblivious to your eagerness and impatience and guides Kai back inside you. “You have the prettiest pussy. I swear I could look at this all day.” 

“Make her cum,” Kai commands through a faltering thrust, giving away that he’s a bit closer than he’d admit. He bends your back into the right curve, making sure to hit your g-spot while Josh smothers your clit. 

Kai snakes his hand up around your throat, tilting your head back to rasp against the shell of your ear, “Does he look pretty between your legs?” When you don’t answer right away, he squeezes his fingers into your pulse points, but only with enough pressure to get your attention. You nod and whine, making him continue, “You love how he’s worshiping that pussy of yours while you take my cock?”

His sinfully enticing voice, paired with the silken feeling of Josh’s tongue and the slick glide of his cock sends you over the edge with no chance of returning. You fall apart within a matter of seconds, dependent on Kai’s ability to support you above him. Josh keeps your legs from snapping closed as you spasm and flutter around Kai’s cock. He laps you up as if you were a sweet syrup, riding you through the crashing waves of your climax. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Kai warns as he rushes to pull himself out of you. Josh takes over the final strokes with an expert hand, causing his cum to cover and drip down your pussy. He plays in the mess, rubbing across your sticky clit with the pad of his thumb before licking you clean until overstimulation ravages the both of you. 

Kai huffs an exhausted laugh through the shakes, letting you collapse against his chest. He rubs his hands over your body to smooth out the goosebumps rising to the surface and gives your pussy a teasing spank. “I think we should move this party to the bedroom.”

You roll your head against his shoulder listlessly. “Do you know the way?”

He chuckles, lifting you to your feet. “No, but I’m sure you could lead the way, kitten.”

You pad across the hardwood floor, feeling the soreness between your legs with every stride, and before you make it to the threshold, you peer over your shoulder. They’re both sitting, leaning back against the couch, watching you. You quirk a brow, teasing, “Well, are you two coming? Or am I gonna have to fuck myself in that big ole bed?”

Darkness swims in Josh’s pupils as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He studies you, biting back a mischievous grin before his eyes narrow. He suddenly lunges, taking off from the couch to chase after you. You scream, barreling your way down the hall to his bedroom. 

Laughter and the thunderous sounds of his footsteps echo throughout the hallway. You make a quick turn, run into his room, and leap onto the giant mattress. 

He grabs your flailing ankle, yanking you to the edge of the bed through your fit of giggles. He throws himself on top of you, boxing you in to tickle your sides and bite at the sensitive skin of your neck. “I can’t fucking wait to be inside you, baby,” he pants, grabbing your ass to throw you to the center of the bed while driving his hard cock against you. He hovers to kiss you, causing his necklace to dance on your bare chest. “Watching him fuck you first would have been torture if it wasn’t so hot.” 

You reach for his cock, giving it a firm squeeze to feel it throb in your hand. “Now you know how it felt when he sucked you off before I could.” 

You feel the vibration of his hums as he kisses you. Licking into your mouth, he rocks with the stroke of your hand around him, hooking your legs around his waist, and buries his face into your neck to mumble into the tacky skin, “Touche.” 

With him in your grasp, you line him up with your entrance, persuading him with the slight rise of your hips. He doesn’t need more convincing, plunging into you with a single, fluid thrust. 

He gasps, breathing the words into your tangled hair, “Fuck, I missed this so much.” 

You hear Kai’s voice in the distance, “Starting without me?” He’s standing by the door, watching the two of you go at it. You can’t even be sure how long he’s been there. “You two do look great together. I should’ve brought my camera.” 

You almost let your thoughts wander with the idea. “Maybe next time.”

Kai laughs, but Josh is distracted by you to join. He’s fucking you deep and slow, making up for lost time apart tonight. Even though the speed never changes, the power behind the thrust increases with each one. You can only clutch onto him, giving him your song of moans as a reward.

Normally the talkative one, Josh falls rather silent, soaking in all the seconds with you wrapped around him. You’re so consumed by him that you barely even notice that Kai’s moved to the bed and has started touching himself.  It’s only when Josh changes positions to sit up that you see the sluggish strokes of Kai’s wrist. 

Impatient, Kai also sits up to kneel behind Josh, kissing a line from his shoulder to his ear. He whines from the feeling of Kai’s lips exploring him, letting his thrusts into you fall out of rhythm, “Fuck me. Please.”

Kai pulls away from Josh’s ear and stares blankly at him, breaking his nonchalance with a look of concern on his face. “Josh… are you sure? We don’t have to—”

Josh looks down and slips out of you, gauging your immediate reaction. You give him an accepting smile and glance at Kai to see worry pulling his dark brows together. “I want you to. I want this.”

Kai hesitates, thinking over Josh’s request in his head. “Have you…practiced?”

Josh lets out a bashful laugh as a blush pinkens his cheeks. “Of course.”

His answer comes as a little bit of a surprise to you despite knowing his kinkiness. Toys, especially those kinds haven’t been talked about between the two of you before. “You have? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He laughs it off, but you can hear his shyness, perhaps even nervousness in the throaty sound. “I guess I was waiting for the right time to bring up the fact I like anal.”

Kai quickly cuts in, resorting back to his sarcastic edge, “This is so fun. We are learning so much about each other, aren’t we?” He reaches forward, sinking a knee into the mattress to root around the drawer of Josh’s nightstand. Finding what he’s looking for, he fishes out a small bottle of lube and a condom before settling back into his spot behind Josh. 

As Josh lowers himself back to you, a moment of realization strikes Kai. “Wait a minute… is this the first time?” 

“Yeah,” Josh responds in a meek voice. You both hold your breath, anticipating the possibility that Kai might change his mind now. 

He does the opposite, popping open the plastic cap of the bottle with his thumb, “We’ll just go nice and slow, right, kitten? I know how much you both like that.” 

You watch Josh’s face contort as Kai drips lube over his body and giggles, “I swear, you have the cutest little ass.” 

“Thanks,” Josh shudders, perhaps from the cold sensation or nerves, but he tries to take a steadying breath to calm himself. 

Kai tosses the closed bottle onto the bed beside you, reassuring him in his most soothing tone, “Just using my fingers for now, alright?” 

Josh whimpers from the contact, sewing his brows tight. You can’t see what Kai’s doing, only hearing the sounds it makes and Josh’s responses. 

Something changes, making Josh groan loudly and tense up against you instantly. Kai’s voice is tight, but precise as he talks him through, “Relax, babe. I really don’t want to hurt you. So make sure to tell me if it does, okay?” Josh nods, resting his forehead against your shoulder. Kai then looks at you directly. “Play with his cock. Make him feel good.”

You blindly search for the bottle hidden in the duvet, squirting a generous amount in your open hand before wrapping it around Josh’s waiting cock. It’s surprisingly hard, twitching from your feminine touch. Glazed in an absurd amount of slippery lube, you jerk him while Kai’s fingers go to work.

The noises that come from Josh are ones you’ve never heard. He’s in a state of shameless bliss, his consciousness lost somewhere within his own body. 

He finally croaks out in need, “I’m ready.”

Kai pauses, huffing with shortness of breath, “You don’t have to rush, Josh. I’m not small.” 

“Kai, please,” Josh begs. It’s pathetic and sweet. It’s a side to him that’s never been explored by you until now.

You hear Kai peel the foil wrapper and the following latex sound of the condom being rolled down his length. He holds his waist steady, and after a few seconds, Josh bucks forward from the pressure. “Oh, shit! Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Hold on. Wait.”

Kai hears the panic in his voice and instantly stops all movements, but doesn’t pull away just yet. You pet Josh’s curls back, rubbing your thumb over the shell of his ear to bring him back to you. “Shhh, baby. Remember what he said. Relax for us.” His eyes open for the first time in minutes, showing blown pupils that are having trouble focusing. “You’re doing so good.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Kai asks in a calm, low voice. “I’m barely in.”

“No!” Josh shakes his head frantically, taking in a deep inhale. “Keep going.”

Even you feel the pressure of Kai slowly sliding himself inside Josh. It’s taking far longer than it did with you, as he makes sure to give him plenty of time to adjust to each added inch. Kai grunts, letting his own pleasure reveal itself. “I’m all the way.” 

In a voice that barely sounds like his own, Josh pleads, “Please move.”

 As Kai starts to slide in and out, you take the cue to stroke Josh at the same pace. He clenches the bedsheet in his fists so tight his knuckles turn ghost-white.

“That feels so fucking good.” A string of moans flows as freely as the beads of precum dripping from the head of his cock. Kai’s thrust becomes easier, finding a lazy pace as Josh relaxes and arches his back. Knowing he doesn’t have much time, you swirl your fingers around your overstimulated clit. You don’t care. You’ll do everything in your power to finish with him this time.

You play with yourself, sighing against his flushed cheek, “He making you feel full, baby? I’m so proud of you. You're taking his cock better than me.” 

He’s delirious, and completely cock drunk. You don’t need him to tell you, because you feel him harden even more with his impending orgasm. “I’m so close… I can’t… please. Please, pretty please.”

You pump him even faster as you hold his head into the crook of your neck, taking every pitched cry into your memory. He lets go without a second warning, spilling his warm cum across your stomach. In a split second, Kai withdraws himself and quickly rips the condom off. He works himself, chasing the second high alongside you. You bring yourself there, and within a minute, you’re tipping over into another orgasm. Somehow you hear Kai’s sharp breath amongst your own as he paints the curve of Josh’s ass with his own release. 

A minute passes with only ragged breaths shared between you. Without saying a word, Kai slides off the bed and disappears out of the bedroom. You then hear him walk down the hall and enter the bathroom, followed by the sounds of him opening up cabinets through the wall. 

Josh lifts his head from you, asking, “You okay?”

“Me? Yeah, why?”

His eyes drop to his fingers mindlessly tracing the details of your bare chest. “I don’t know. A lot has happened and we really haven’t had the chance to talk…about it.” 

There’s no doubt that there is a heap of things for you to discuss, but you’re not ready to deal with the weight of it all just yet. Wanting to push it off, you brush your fingers across the height of his cheekbone. “I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow.”

You feel his tension dissipate as he smiles softly and brings his eyes back to yours. “You’re right. You had fun though?”

“Fuck yeah.” 

“Atta girl.”

Kai returns with his black boxer briefs on, a glass of water, and a few damp washcloths in his hand. “Hope you’re not talking about me.”

“Only the bad stuff,” Josh quips back over his shoulder, laying statue still as Kai wipes the cloth over his backside. 

Kai offers the second washcloth to him after tossing the first into the hamper and sends you a wink. “That's all there is, I’m afraid.” 

While Josh carefully separates himself from you and cleans the mess from your stomach and legs, Kai peruses the random contents littering the top of his dresser. He spots a jar of pre-rolled joints that catches his attention and raises it in the air, asking, “Care if I light one of these?”

Josh beams with a rush of excitement, “Fuck no! Lighter should be in the bowl next to you.”

You prop yourself up against the pillows and get comfortable in the sea of blankets, watching Kai bring the flame to the end of the joint. Josh finds his way back on top of you, resting his head against your chest. Kai blows out the heavy drag, and settles back on the bed, leaning up against the headboard with the joint hanging from his lip. 

You spend what feels like ten minutes, passing the burning joint back and forth. Embracing the sleepy high taking over, you twirl the growing curls at the nape of Josh’s neck, dragging your nails gently down his back. Kai finally ashes the finished joint, extinguishing the cherry in the glass dish sitting on the nightstand before breaking the silence, “How are you feeling, Josh?”

He thinks on it for a moment until pushing out an exaggerated sigh, “A little drunk, really high, and like I got fucked in the ass. So pretty good for a Friday night I think.”

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[nosferatyou]

I was tagged by @lazingonsunday and @shes-outta-sight to do one of the long tag, get to know them, type of things. Which I absolutely love by the way. I don’t talk about myself much.

What was the last thing you read?

Well I was editing the latest chapter of my fic of that counts? If not some random josh one shot a couple hours ago lol.

Favorite Movie?

Man it’s ever revolving. It was Django Unchained for a long ass time, but now I think it’s Baby Driver.

Favorite Book?

Misery by Stephen King. I read it years ago and I have a lot of good memories tied to it. Me and my friend became closer through his works and this was the first one I read. It’ll stay close in my heart.

Dream Date?

It’s one I’ve been on before but just Vinyl Shopping. It’s simple and easy but music in a relationship is important to me. I gotta make sure they have good picks. But there is something so soft about it all.

Do you have a crush?

Sadly no. But I’m fully in Joshes lane rn if that means anything?

What are your hobbies?

Oof okay. I mostly draw like all hours of the day. But I very actively keep up with guitar and bass. I write as well. I make videos for my friends. I collect old and beat up vinyls. Lot of art stuff

Favorite time of day?

Night time. Like from hours 10-3. That’s my true alone time and it’s something I cherish and look forward to everyday.

If you could look like anything, what would you like to look like?

I don’t wish to change anything about my body. I think I’d be silly to. But man I wish I could actually afford clothes I’d like to wear. Real bellbottoms you know? I want that vintage shit.

Are you romantic?

In a secure relationship yes. I show too much emotion too fast in the beginning. But boy oh boy when I get romantic. I get very touchy feely. Man date ideas. Lot of carefully curated playlists.

Favorite type of weather?

That time in like August/September when I can wear jeans and maybe a light jacket. But it’s still warm, you know?

What do you like talking about?

Music. I talk about it all day long. The foundation behind it. The artist. I could discuss guitars and instruments with people all damn day. I just. I love everything about it. But also GVF is my hyperfixation rn and my friend is ready to shoot my head off if I speak another word about Jakes guitar playing.

What are your turn ons?

Ngl I’m akin to a boy with long hair. It’s my vice. I’ve only dated long haired musicians. But I just want someone who radiates some kind of light you know? I’ve seen too much darkness. I want someone genuine and real. Is it too much to ask for a positive person?

What are your turn offs?

I’ve dealt with a lot in my past. Basically anything that’s negative. Ignorance mostly. I don’t want someone who refuses to learn. It’s stupid. I just want honesty and someone with an open mind. Anything else is a no go.

If you got a tattoo what would it be and where would you get it?

Okay so. I really want tattoos. I designed something about a year ago I want really badly but it’s so expensive. Thinking rationally. Right now I’d really like some line art of bust. Idk what tho.

Do you have any pets?

3! 2 dogs, Ruby and Nellie, both too six year old mutts. Nellie is the weirdest god damn dog I’ve ever had. And ruby is basically a fox dog. And then there is Friday my cat. He can be a bitch boy but he’s a sweet boy who’s just being a cat. (I also have ten plants but most people don’t consider them pets)

Dream Job?

I’m still searching for that. Recently my heads been floating towards playing live shows as a guitar or bass player. But I’m no where near the point of even considering. I’m pretty shitty. But how Cool would it be to play that violin bow with my guitar on stage?

Dream place to live?

Not considering any potential jobs. I just want to live in a big log cabin somewhere on the outskirts of a town. Out in the wilderness and free to just live.

Dream vacation?

I’ve never been to Europe. I’d love to just road trip around in a van honestly. But before that visit my great grandfather grave in Scotland. He was a kings hand and did a lot back in the day. I’d be cool to see. But then I’d fuck around in Europe.

Do you have any piercings?

I’ve got my nose and ears pierced. I’m pretty happy with that

If you had kids what would you name them?

Man I don’t even want to think about that.

What are your best traits?

I’m a great listener. I’m extremely compassionate. Will do anything to help friends. And I feel like my music taste isn’t half bad.

Worst traits?

The compassionate thing tends to bite me in the ass. I’ve got a lot of emotions. I also have 20 things I want to do all at once all the time. I loose sleep because of it. There is more but I’d go on too long.

Worst fear?

Weirdly enough any type of natural disaster. When I was way too young I watched “The Impossible” and then shortly after learned about techtonic plates and I never forgotten about it or where they are.

What do you want to eat right now?

Brownies. And a fucking burrito.

Best vacation you’ve been on?

I went on a road trip to Chicago recently and I just makes so many good memories. I saw ninja sex party’s 10th anniversary, which was fantastic. But I got to visit a friend all weekend. But my favorite part was the ride back. The whole time we just talked but also sang to old 50s songs and just had this moment of unity. I still think about it

Favorite City?

I haven’t been to too many places yet so I’m gonna go with my hometown, Nashville. If you look past all the tourists. It’s got a very rich musical history and in certain places you just feel it. I loved living there and it made me who I was.

Favorite social media platform?

Tumblr. It’s really the only one I ever check anymore. Plus I’ve made some great friends on here.

Favorite article of clothing?

My fucking bellbottoms. I wear them whenever I can. They give me so much confidence.

Do you play any sports?

Fuck no. I have no coordination whatsoever.

Favorite meal of the day?

Lunch. You have a lot more options. Plus I just like the vibe

What are you excited for?

Starting the tenth I have a lot of good things coming my way. In that week I get to finally end this semester, the new Harry styles album releases, I get a new bass, and I get to see fucking Greta Van Fleet. None of you know how excited I am for that. Pit tickets. Jesus it’ll be good.

Not excited for?

Finals. And an um.. upcoming funeral.

When was the last time you cried?

I honestly can’t remeber and that really scares me.

Dream house?

I basically answered this earlier but gimme that big ass log cabin.

Something you hate about this world?

Don’t get my started. I hate that everyone hates themselves all the time when they have no reason to. I hate that 8 people have most of the worlds money and are doing nothing to help global warming. I hate the man that’s in power and what he’s helped cause. I hate everyone who refuses to accept literally any fact. I hate that my future is bleak because of some old ass white men.

Something you love about this world?

I love the light that radiates off of certain people. I love that our generation has hope and that some people are actually trying to make change. I love the raw creativity I see in others and I love that we are bringing back the resurgence of peace and love.

What scents do you like?

Old records and books. Its the simple pleasures.

What kind of sleeper are you?

Typically heavy but sometimes I Sleep so little it feels like I got nothing at all.

Cat or dog person?

Don’t make me pick! I grew up with both, and very partial to both.

How long would you survive in a zombie Apocolypse?

I wish I could tell you. I’d like to think I’d live awhile but I would probably be the ones who look like they have hope and then accidentally get taken out.

Are you trusting?

I used to be. I realized recently how thick my walls really are.

What fictional character do you identify with?

Sorry to be boring but nothing is coming to mind. But then again I never felt akin to anyone really?

What labels do you commonly get?

In high school I was called “the quiet one” if that tells you anything.

What song would be your life anthem?

Sunshine on my shoulders by John Denver is the only one coming to mind. I think I just want the feeling it gives me to be what I feel all the time.

What issues are you dealing with right now?

Two friends in the last month Um. Took their own lives. One being an old friend. I’ve never dealt with death. My brain doesn’t know how to handle it. I also think I might have ADD. But. That’s the tip of the iceberg rn

How can someone win you over?

Typically I’m drawn to people who are the loudest in the room. I like that their confident and can speak their minds but what wins me over about them is when they really open up. When I learn about the real then rather than the face that they put on. Most of the time it goes that way.

What’s something people don’t know about you?

I’m making a short film with some friends who go to Columbia. Should be out soonish.

I tag

@pvre-mourning @peacelovekiszka @fretavangleet @aint-no-denying @sosozoso

#tag games #bet you didnt want to know all that djd ya?

[streamingcolors-gvf]

Skin Deep- Part 9- 2/2

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word count: 7k

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with me getting this out. I apologize it being in two parts, but there was a lot more detail I wanted to add. I apologize for any editing mistakes.

Feeding the Jake girlies again!

Hope y’all enjoy!

As always, I appreciate all the love, feedback and support from you guys

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content 18+ - MINORS DNI!! (Oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, edging, dirty talk, toys, sq*irting)

Masterpost, Part 9 1/2

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh. 

“That’s the spirit,” he chuckles softly, causing the calming sound to vibrate against you. His laughter is quickly becoming something you crave. He releases his hold around your waist and gives your asscheek a playful squeeze. “Go ahead and eat and I’ll grab that numbing cream for you.”

You stand there as he breaks away from you, watching him shuffle through the trays of his black tool chest in his station. “You don’t have to.”

Drawer after drawer he searches, sifting through its contents while explaining over his shoulder, “Shading and color work is arguably more painful than the linework, dove. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

You chuckle, sitting down on the couch to open up your to-go container of food. “Here I thought you were some kind of sadist that gets off on causing me pain.”

He’s half-turned away from you on his swivel chair, but you can see the smirk playing on his face. “Not this kind.”

His comeback makes your face flush with heat. The thought permeates, rendering you silent for a minute, trying to find something to say while you pop open the to-go lid to your noodles. “I would ask you to elaborate but your answer might scare me.”

He turns on his chair to face you, showing you a confused expression. “Scare you? I highly doubt that.”

You meet his gaze for a split-second before dropping your eyes to the floor as you admit sheepishly, “You make me nervous, Jake. You must know that.”

It’s cathartic, confessing how much he truly affects you. You wait for his reaction, expecting a witty remark thrown your way. But when too much time passes, it sends anxiety through you like an incoming wave of nausea. You glance up, catching a flash of uncertainty cross his features before seeing his face contort into a look of concern. 

For a brief moment, you see his exterior crack, revealing a glimpse of the same vulnerable man you saw hours ago laid before you. The light has dimmed, and a switch has been flipped between you. Something you said clearly bothers him, and you wish for nothing more than to peek inside his mind and decipher those thoughts. 

Instead of giving you a hint at what he’s thinking, he turns away with the stiffest movements.  He deflates, asking in a voice heavy with defeat,  “Am I too much for you?” 

“What do you mean?”

He pauses, eyes scanning over his workstation while he decides what to say next. He eventually sighs as he stands to his feet, gathers a pair of gloves, the cling-wrap, and the tube of numbing cream in hand, and walks over to you. “The way you left…last time,” He trails off and clears his throat. “Am I too…aggressive?”

“No!” You blurt out, piecing together what he’s shown you. The guilt reappears like an old friend. “No. I really like that with you.” The words feel innocent enough, but the implication behind them makes you flustered. 

He sets the supplies down on the table and lowers himself to his knees. “My goal is not to scare you or upset you like that, dove. I just gotta know that you’re okay…after.”

You hang onto every word. There’s seriousness in his tone, but he sounds far from angry with you. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

He responds to your apology with a closed-lip smile and reaches out to give your knee a reassuring squeeze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You want to kiss him, to take his hand from your leg and pull him into you. Forget the tattoo and just have him fuck you right here and now. You imagine it, and nearly lose yourself in the fantasy. He breaks your daydreaming with a pat on your thigh. “Let’s get this on you.”

While he pulls on a pair of gloves, you stand from the couch and come to the realization that you have nothing underneath the borrowed sweatpants. “Uh… slight problem.”

“What?”

You laugh nervously, hooking the band of the pants to expose your bare hip to him. “I didn’t wear any underwear here.”

His eyes widen and his brows jump into his hairline, staring at you in silent awe as a grin spreads across his lips. “Good thing we’re alone, huh?”

“You want me to Winnie-the-Pooh-it in here?”

A giggle breaks free — a real, genuine unfiltered laugh. Hearing it for the first time feels surreal. The way it sounds just like Josh’s catches you by surprise somehow. “Fucking right.” With a gloved finger, he gestures to you to pull them down. “Let’s go.”

You shouldn’t feel this bashful about undressing in front of him. He’s seen you naked more times than you can count, but somehow a blush blooms up your chest into your cheeks. You shimmy the sweatpants down, letting the loose fabric collect around your ankles. 

Unlike the first time you met him, his eyes linger on your body — the part of your body that’s inches from his face. After a few beats of time, he looks away and grabs the small tube off the table, squeezes out a liberal amount of cream onto his fingers, and starts applying it onto your thigh. It’s a thick layer, covering the entirety of your unfinished tattoo. You’re so focused on what his hands are doing, that you’ve completely forgotten about your meal that’s getting colder by the second. 

He then takes the cling film and starts wrapping your upper leg. Staying true to his professionalism, he’s meticulous and thorough, making sure to secure it tight enough that it doesn’t come undone. It’s intimate with how his fingers graze between your thighs and hip. 

He lets out a satisfied sigh, “Alright, so we’ll keep this on for about an hour and then get started.” 

“An hour?” 

“Yeah.” He peels off his gloves and picks up your sweatpants to carefully pull them over the cling wrap. “Gives enough time for the cream to absorb into the skin. Since I’m not worried about a stencil, it can sit while I get set up.” You nod along even though he’s working on cleaning off the coffee table. He notices your food and nudges the plastic tray toward you. “Eat.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease with an unquestionable air of sarcasm. 

He turns on his heels as soon as you say it, shooting you a fiery look that says “You’re going to pay for that later”.  You can’t help but laugh and salute him, which only makes him roll his eyes at you. 

He retreats to his corner of the room, and you eat your stir-fried noodles with the uncomfortable crinkle of saran wrap against your skin. Just as he would for any other client, he goes on to set up for your tattoo. You’re becoming familiar with the steps, all the things Josh had done with your chest piece. They share similarities in their process, the only difference being Jake using a traditional coil machine instead of Josh’s handheld one. 

You feel the urge to fill the silence with small talk, but you manage to suppress it by scrolling away on your phone. With Josh, he would have been chattering away, leaving small opportunities for you to get a word in. Thinking of him, you check your messages to see if he replied. 

You finally set your phone down and finish up the last bit of your noodles. Jake has been busy working in silence, listening and nodding along to the music playing softly around him.

Once the hour timer goes off, he helps unwrap the clingfilm from your leg. He wipes it down and sanitizes the area. The steps are the same as the last time you got tattooed by him, minus the addition of numbing cream and the use of a stencil.   

After you settle into a comfortable position on the prepped table, he lets you control the Bluetooth to the music you like and starts the process. The fact that you don’t have underwear on becomes an insignificant detail as soon as the machine makes contact. You watch him pass the ink-dipped needles in tiny circles across your flesh, deep in concentration. Minutes go by, and you feel more compelled than ever to ask him questions, enticing him to reveal little bits of information about himself you have yet to learn. He seems quieter than the first time he tattooed you, but the hold of his fingers on your leg feels far more affectionate. It makes you believe that you’re not just a client, you’re someone he cares deeply about.  

You’ve tried your best, but a question that’s been eating away at you for days finally slips out. “So, is everything okay between you and Josh?”

“Okay?” He pulls the needle away from your skin, seemingly taken aback by your question.“Like talking and shit?” You nod, making him ask again, “Yeah, why?”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, questioning whether you should venture further into the topic. “I dunno. He seemed pretty pissed at you the other day,” you start, gauging his reaction before continuing. “And I haven’t seen you guys together since everything happened. Things just seem tense since… yeah.”

The needle makes contact again, punching the pockets of ink deep into your flesh, making you wince. “Yeah, we’re good. I don’t think we would be good at living together or running our own business if we let all of your disagreements get in the way.”

You hum, but you’re not convinced. The skeptical look you give him makes him snort a laugh. “We’re twins, dove. I understand him a lot better than you think.” 

You stretch to lay back, trying to focus your attention on anything other than the fact your numbing cream is starting to wear off. “Bizarre to think you were a single cell at one point.” 

“Don’t remind me,” he groans with faux annoyance and the loud buzzing from the machine takes over. “He did tell me that you talked.”

You wonder how that conversation played out between them. “We did.” When he doesn’t ask a follow-up question, you fill in, “How are you feeling about it?”

“How do I feel about it?” 

You sit up so you can look at him. “Yeah.”

He straightens and lets out a heavy breath, like the thought has been weighing on him as well. “Listen, if the decision about being exclusive or not was up to me? I’m not fucking sharing you. Plain and simple. Even with him.” He breaks eye contact with you, dropping his focus to your swollen leg. “And we both know that’s not happening. So that’s a decision left to you.” He glances up, catching your stunned expression. “And that’s what it seems like he’s done. Leave it up to you.” 

“Oh…” 

You’re not sure what to say to him. While the honesty is something you appreciate, the sting from the edge of his tone remains. There’s a bitterness in his voice that you can’t quite place. You’ve been convincing yourself all day that you’re getting closer to him, even if it’s baby steps, but this feels like another wall — another way for him to have his guard up with you. 

You retreat into your thoughts and slump back against the table. Before the machine makes contact with your skin again, his other hand squeezes around your calf. The way his gloved thumb rolls across the skin is meant to be comforting. 

He checks in with you every ten to fifteen minutes to alleviate the tension. Your answers are short, but not angry. All you can do is lay here going over his words in your head as the pain comes through with a vengeance.

He reads your body language, taking the signs that he needs to finish up sooner rather than later. The final passes of the needle feel like a hot scrape of a blade, nearly sending you over the edge. You couldn’t be more grateful for the cool water soothing over your raw skin.

“Wanna see?” He asks after gently patting you dry, bringing you out of the dark corner of your mind. You nod, and with his help, you’re able to sit up to see the final design. 

“Oh my god, Jake,” you gasp in shock, turning your leg side to side to admire it fully. It goes beyond your vision, exceeding all expectations you could have ever had. He brought your idea to life. Intricate details now fill in the spaces that were left from the last time. It’s feminine, decorating and accentuating the curvature of your body. You realize within seconds of its value, knowing that he could charge you at least a thousand dollars for this piece. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you.”

Your praise brings out a boyish innocence within him. As soon as the words leave your lips, his shoulders relax and a wave of relief washes over him. You ask him to take a picture to send to Josh since your phone is tucked away in your bag. He applies ointment and wraps the clear Saniderm in the same way he did last time.

You leave him to clean up and close down his station for tomorrow, making it look as though the two of you were never here. He ties the final knot in the garbage bag, calling out to you from across the room, “Do you have to go by the house for anything before I drop you off?”

Hooking your bag over your shoulder, you spin around to face him. “Drop me off?”

He shuffles over to you, bag in hand. “Uh…yeah.” He’s been trying to read you, but your body language right now is telling a different story, causing awkwardness to settle in the space between you. You can’t help but note how he feels so far away despite the fact he’s only a few from you. He then clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.  “I just thought you might want some time to yourself tonight.”

“I don’t.” Your response clips the air with a harshness you didn't intend. Hurt resurfaces and tries to sour your mood, but the last thing you want is to leave the night off on a bad note. You don’t want your time with him to end, making you ask, “Would you come back to my place with me?”

You look up at him, gauging what his response is going to be. You brace for him to decline your offer, only to be surprised when a smile creeps across his face again. “Are you inviting me to your apartment, dove?”

You don’t even bother holding back a smile of your own. Making your way toward the stairs, you throw your back to make him chase you, “Yes.”

Bringing a man back to your place at night is an entirely different game. You felt nervous showing Josh your apartment days ago, but Jake on your heels as you ascend the creaky staircase makes your heart thump so wildly against your chest you’re scared you might have a heart attack. 

The fluorescent light, a bulb that probably hasn’t been replaced for decades — so old you can see the collection of insects that have made their way inside the glass — flickers above you. 

The atmosphere in here is eery — reminiscent of a scene straight out of a horror movie— and Jake is quick to pick up on it. “I’m not going to get murdered or anything, right?”

You laugh, looking over your shoulder to see him standing one step behind you. “I think I’m supposed to be the one asking you that.”

“That would be a rookie move for a killer,” he says, matter-of-factly between heavy breaths.

You finally reach the landing and turn to face him. “Would it?”

You strike a curious brow, making him pause and lean an elbow against the railing. “It would.” He takes the moment to look around, take in the finer details, and gesture to the stagnant air with an open hand. “I don’t know the layout of your apartment, escape routes, where to get rid of a body…when your roommate is going to be home.”

You hum, giving him a more than amused look. “I’m impressed. You seem well-versed in the topic of murder.”

He chuckles an airy laugh through his nose. Despite the topic, it’s that persuasive smile that’s going to be the death of you. “I’ve seen my fair share of true crime documentaries, dove.”

As silly as it is, you’re thankful that you’ve both loosened up enough to have this banter. Imagining him binging crime documentaries instead of cooking shows, you take the next step up the second flight of stairs. “Well, I’ll try not to be disturbed by the fact you’ve taken notes.”

“Don’t lie and say it hasn’t made you wet thinking about it.” He says it so boldly, loud enough that you’re positive that the sound carried through the walls into your neighbor's apartment. 

You’re blushing and flustered as you search for your key on the metal ring. “Horned up about you being a murderer?”

He presses himself against you, close enough to speak softly into your ear, “What a plot twist that would be.” His hand finds your untattooed hip, making you rock back into him. “Sounds kind of hot, right?”

You know he can feel you grinning like an idiot. He lowers his voice, teasing you with a certain rasp that makes your spine tingle, “Women love being scared.”

You giggle, thinking about the weird looks you’re going to get from your neighbor the next time you cross paths. With the warmth of his breath ticking the back of your neck, you unlock the deadbolt and doorknob. You break the seal of the door, and step in, ushering him to follow. His movements are cautious and quiet, maybe even borderline slightly uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry. My roommate isn’t home,” you reassure while shrugging off your jacket and bag onto the chair.

He relaxes enough to pull off his own jacket. “Good to know.” You take it from him to hang on the hook, watching as he looks at the space around him. “I’m not gonna lie…I was beginning to worry walking up, but you have a nice place here.”

Before you can thank him, you’re interrupted by a welcoming chirp from Tater Tot, a sound that tells you that he missed you. There’s never a worry in your mind about his food and water always being topped off. Your roommate, Haley, spoils him as if he was her own. He’s well cared for, but time away from him has been an adjustment. You’ve never spent more than a couple of hours away from him at a time. 

You smile when you hear the hefty thud of his paws hitting the linoleum floor in the kitchen. Within seconds, you see him come from around the corner and trot toward you and Jake. “The famous Tater Tot. I’ve heard a lot about you, big guy,” Jake chimes with a level of excitement that surprises you. You give him a puzzled look, eliciting an explanation. “Josh. He wouldn’t shut up about your damn cat at work all week.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You huff and laugh, watching Tater Tot slowly approach Jake’s leg to give it a testing sniff before rubbing his face across it. 

Jake’s face lights up from the feline’s acceptance, and lowers to a crouching position to give him a few careful pets. 

After the cat darts off back to his spot on the counter, Jake takes the chance to meander further into the living room, leaving you by the front door. He’s quiet, letting his eyes lead the way around the small room. 

The need to say something takes over. “I know it’s not as nice as your place. Yeah, the building is old as shit, but the rent is controlled and dirt cheap for this part of town. I can’t complain too much.” You’re rambling, throwing anything out there to fill the silence. He listens, glancing over the framed artwork and posters adorning your walls. “I think Haley and I have done a pretty good job at making it comfortable.”

He pivots on his heel, giving you a soft smile. “It’s lovely. It feels like you.”

The compliment swims around in your head. It isn’t flashy or showy, but your apartment feels like home. Admittedly, it’s taken you a while to get there on a barista budget, but the humble space is more than you could’ve asked for.

“Thank you.” You’re suddenly hit with the feeling that you’re being a terrible host, making you offer, “Can I get you anything? Something to drink? I can make some food if you want...”

He smirks to himself as he makes his way past the bookshelf filled with novels and knick-knacks. “You don’t have to entertain me, dove.” 

“I know. You’re right.”

He rocks on his heels, giving you a reassuring smile. “I’m okay. Really.”

You chew on your lip for a few seconds but ultimately bite the bullet. “I’m gonna jump in the shower and change out of these clothes really quick.”

“Take your time.” 

Showering at the twins’ house has been a treat the past few weeks. You’ve been pampered by the spacious walk-in enough to realize how much you’ve been missing it with your own. 

You step into the ancient clawfoot tub and draw a shower curtain that lets more water onto the floor than keeps in. There’s no point in bothering with waiting for the water to warm up. It takes ages to get the right temperature. You’ve learned the hard way that it can go from scalding, melt-your-skin-right-off hot to frigid in a matter of seconds — and that’s on a good day with how finicky the water heater is. 

Unreliable water temps and cramped spaces aside, knowing he’s out there in your living room makes it even harder to enjoy your shower. Careful to avoid your fresh tattoo, you scrub and clean your body, doing the necessities before cutting the water that was seconds away from running ice cold. 

After wrapping a towel around yourself and drying your wet hair enough to brush the tangles out, you dash across the hall into your bedroom. 

You fish out one of those oversized sleep t-shirts you thrifted from the men’s section out of your dresser. Thinking that underwear might rub against your tattoo, you decide against it, continuing your trend of going commando for the evening. 

You giggle at the juxtaposition of you now, dressed in a gimmicky giant t-shirt that was bought at a gift shop somewhere, in comparison to that drunken late-night phone call when you sent him pictures of yourself in lingerie. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You startle at the sound of his voice. He’s standing in the open doorway with his arms crossed, making you wonder how long he’s been standing there. 

You catch a glimpse of yourself and try not to fixate on the fact you look like a wet sea otter — hair slicked back against your scalp, face blotchy from the shower without an ounce of makeup in sight. “Thinking about how I probably have never looked less sexy than I do right now.” 

He leans a shoulder against the frame, clicking his tongue before pouting out his bottom lip. “Oh, that’s not true. Phil’s Crab Shack merchandise has never been hotter. The “Got Crabs?” on the back really adds a nice touch.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoff with a dramatic eye roll before laughing. 

He smiles but doesn’t laugh with you. “How’re you feeling?”

There’s a dull throb in the area, but nothing unbearable. At least for now. “It’s a sore but I’ll be okay. I’ll probably feel it more in the morning.”

Concern washes over him for the second time tonight, making him straighten, “Did you take anything?”

“Some Tylenol.”

“Good.” He nods. You notice how he has yet to enter your room. He’s lingering at the door, shifting back and forth on his feet. 

“You okay? Looks like you’re itching to bolt out of here.” 

His eyes find yours as he lets out a heavy sigh, “I’m not. I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

You wonder where his confidence went — the ego that leaves you trembling with excitement. The Jake you’re familiar with would have started ripping your clothes off the second you stepped into your apartment. A roommate would have been the least of his worries, overstaying his welcome wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. You stare at him, but his eyes are glued to the floor, making it impossible to gauge what he’s feeling. “I already told you I wanted you to come over tonight.”

“Right.”

“So are you gonna come over here or what?” You challenge him, emphasizing your point with the loud smack of your hands against your legs.

You are the switch, causing something to ignite inside him. He takes the bait, sauntering over to you in a few strides. You’re expecting his embrace, but the strength of his calloused fingers wrapping around the nape of your neck takes you by surprise. You can’t help the yelp you let out as he pulls you into a kiss. 

You’ve been testing him all day, and now you deserve the way he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth. You’ve been craving this urgency, that aggression that’s been locked up and buried inside for the entire day. With a heavy groan and a spiteful nip on your lip, he grinds himself against you, causing your following moan to echo into his parted mouth. Hungry for more, you reach down to feel his hardening cock with your hand. He becomes distracted by the touch, allowing you to stroke him over the jeans. Realizing what you’re doing, he knots his fingers in your damp hair and pulls just hard enough to break your kiss. 

He’s panting, sending his warm breath across your wet lips as he speaks, “I don’t think sex is a good idea tonight.” He swallows thickly to collect his thoughts. “If I fuck you, I can’t promise it will be gentle… and I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Even with seemingly thoughtful intentions, you never predicted being turned down by him. Confusion and disappointment are quick to cast over your features while your insecurities try to weasel their way into your mind. “But you fucked me the first night I got it. What’s changed?”

He reconnects the kiss before peppering your jawline. The sensation of his lips brushing against your skin pulls you back in, making you forget that he’s rejected the idea of sleeping with you. When his lips meet the shell of your ear, he coats your senses with a honeyed voice. “Everything.”

The word trickles down your spine, seeping into your body like a masked poison —making you clench your thighs with need. You want him. You want to feel him in your hands and on your tongue, even if it means sacrificing your own pleasure for it. 

You decide to take the initiative, kissing that hidden spot behind his ear where the dagger is inked into the flesh. He hums, causing the sound to vibrate within his chest while his grip tightens around your body. You nip and suck the path down his neck, fighting the temptation to leave your mark. 

You continue your kisses down his torso, making sure to wet the thin fabric of his t-shirt with your tongue. Before you have the chance to settle onto your knees, he reaches out and takes hold of your forearm to stop you, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Let me,” you insist softly, looking up to catch the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He won’t admit it outright, but the way his resolve weakens at the sight of you on your knees is unmistakable. “I want to take care of you,” you add, tracing along the waistband of his jeans. He doesn’t need more convincing than that, and his fingers relax around your arm, allowing it to fall free from his grasp. 

You rub up and down his legs, massaging the fatigued muscles of his upper thighs while avoiding his obvious erection with each roll of your palm. You take your time, ignoring the fact you have no underwear on and your kneecaps are digging into your floor. 

You make a show of popping the button of his jeans and slowly pulling down the brass zipper, giving him a visual that will be hard to forget. You peel back the denim, exposing the recognizable band of his black Calvin Kleins and the soft skin of his tattooed stomach peeking out beneath his t-shirt. Lifting it, you place wet kisses just below his navel. He’s warm against your lips, squirming from the ticklish touch. You give him a little more, tugging at his jeans by the belt loops as you nip and suck at the high points of his hip bones. 

He groans and bucks forward slightly to chase the feeling. Now that you’ve let go of it, he takes his t-shirt and bunches it up in a tight fist against his stomach while the other hand finds the crown of your head. 

You explore the stretchy, silken material of his boxer briefs against your lips, gliding along the contours of his body until you reach his cock. 

“Fuck,” he slips out. He’s stayed rather silent up until now, only really giving you ragged breaths and a few groans. 

You can’t help but giggle at his current state as you slide his boxers down his legs inch-by-inch until his cock springs free. No matter how many times you see it, it will always surprise you. You can’t help but stare, fixating on the memory of how he feels and tastes. You finally break away to look him in the eye as you hold him by the base and lean forward to kiss the head. 

You tease him, licking and kissing down the length of his shaft, withholding the gratification of his being fully in your mouth from him. He’s fighting an internal battle by growing more impatient by the second while not wanting the feeling to stop. 

An idea sparks in your mind. Acting on impulse, you break away and open the drawer of your nightstand. Before he has the chance to complain or ask what you’re doing, you retrieve a sleek, black silicone vibrator. 

With the toy in hand, you find your place again. You catch his stunned expression before he laughs, albeit, a rather fucked-out laugh, “Oh, hello. When were you gonna tell me about that?” 

You smile, convinced that he probably thinks you’re about to use it on yourself. “I’m telling you about it now.” With a wicked smirk, you click the on button, spurring the toy to life.  

“Kinky. What other stuff are you hid— oh, fuck!” The moan curse is ripped from him the second you bring the vibrator to the underside of his cock. “Heyyy…” he tries to protest, but the word gets dragged out through a feral growl. 

You run it up and down his length while sealing your lips around the tip of his cock. You taste him, swirling your tongue around him and clicking the button again, increasing the intensity of the toy. His fingers instantly tighten around your hair and you can feel him throw his head back. 

You can sense his core getting rigid, and pull him from your mouth with a wet pop of your lips while also taking the toy away. “Fucking hell, babe,” he mutters through labored breaths now that you’ve given him a chance to regain his composure. “I’m not gonna last another minute if you keep doing that.”

Holding him in a tight fist, you press the end of the vibrator to his frenulum — that special, oh-so-sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. And the moan that escapes from his chest is indescribable. The sound alone makes it all worth it. You drink in the rare sight as you play with him, watching how his stomach muscles flex with his building climax, how his knuckles have turned ghost-white around his t-shirt, to how sweat has started to collect around his throat. 

He’s so hard, flushed with color and glistening from your spit. His violent shaking is your cue to pull it away and give him a few teasing strokes of your hand. “Feel good?”

“Fuck you,” he sighs, the sound falling into a breathy laugh. 

“I wish you would,” you tease, taking him back into your mouth once again. Holding the toy in your hand, you keep it pressed against him while gliding his cock across your tongue. You increase the power again with another push of the button to feel the vibrations through him. 

You would consider him a verbal man during sex, but now you’ve reduced him to incoherent curses. The reactions of his body are praise enough, giving away the fact he’s close before his words do. 

Accepting the loss of control, he breathes your name out of desperation and as a final warning. Within seconds of it leaving his lips, his warm cum fills your mouth. You swallow him down, guiding him through the violent orgasm that racks his body. After switching off the toy, you lick him clean until he shudders from overstimulation, and carefully tuck his softening cock back into the safety of his boxers. 

“What the fuck was that?” He huffs, combing back his sweaty hair from his face with his fingers. You laugh in response, making him look down to see your shit-eating grin as you wipe your mouth dry with the back of your hand. The look in his eyes is far from satisfied. It smolders with lust —that dominance that you’ve been searching for.

“Get on the bed. Lay back,” he instructs, pointing behind you. You do as you're told, biting back on your bottom lip knowing what you’re in for. As you settle on the mattress, he kicks his jeans off his legs and pulls his t-shirt off his back. 

Standing at the side of your bed, he gives you a full view of his body. There are too many pieces to count, from the mermaid and pirate ship on his legs to the massive skull with its sword in the center of his chest. Weeks together and you still haven’t had the chance to admire every single one. 

“Open your legs.” He gestures with a sweeping motion of a pointed finger. You let them fall to the side, showing him your bare pussy. As if the sight tortured him, his brows furrowed and his mouth fell open. “Sometimes I can’t believe how hot you are,” he admits, crawling onto the bed toward you. 

He settles between your legs, careful to avoid the Saniderm covering your thigh. Taking the toy from its spot on the blanket, he clicks the button again and starts dragging it up and down your inner thigh. “Let you have a taste of control… it’s addicting isn’t it?” You focus on the feeling of the vibrations, anticipating where it's going to go before it gets there. He massages it over your lips with a gentle touch before pressing it directly against your clit.  “Can’t let it go right to your head.” 

You cry out and go to snatch the toy from him, making him click his tongue in disapproval, “Aht! You’re a better girl than that, dove.” He switches the pressure, bringing it back to your clit. You writhe against the bed in response, allowing your eyes to close. He chuckles, watching your body in real time to something that’s not his mouth, fingers, or cock. “This nifty little thing does feel good now doesn’t it?” 

You’re surprised by the wet feeling of his tongue. He licks through you, compensating for where the toy doesn’t reach. The roll of his tongue is sinful, focused directly on your clit. 

“You like it sweet and slow, don’t you?” he coos, blanketing your cunt with his heat. He’s making you feel so good you have completely forgotten about the pulsing pain of your tattoo. He flicks his tongue over your clit, teasing you, “Should I get a tongue ring too?… spoil your clit like he does?” 

“Jake,” you scold breathlessly. The combination of the vibrator and the velvet softness of his mouth overwhelms you. You’re in the same position as he was minutes ago, pushed right to the edge of your release within seconds. 

He pulls the toy away, making you whine in complaint. “Tell me, baby.” He taps it against your swollen clit as he mumbles through his kisses to your thigh, “What do you think of when you’re using this?” 

“Fuck…I dunno. You and Josh I guess.” It’s not a lie, but there’s no way you can give him more details than that. While your mind fogs with your building orgasm, you know the answer you gave him won’t suffice. 

He hums, drawing the tip of the vibrator everywhere but where you want it most. “Who do you think of more?” 

“That’s not fair,” you huff in frustration. You’re so close,  knowing that he will drag it out as long as he wants. 

“I know, but I don’t care,” he rasps with calm collectedness. 

You swallow the dryness on your tongue and open your eyes to stare at your ceiling, searching for an answer that will make sense. “I think of you in different ways.”

“Oh? How so?” He brings the vibrator to your entrance, holding it there as he waits for your response. 

“Uh... oh, fuck,” you moan, the sounds becoming increasingly more desperate. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” He slips the vibrator inside you, but only an inch. It’s enough to scramble your thoughts like a mental blender. The noise you make is feral, causing him to shush you softly. “Tell me and I’ll let you cum.”

“I think about you when I want to be fucked hard. When I want you to rail me into the bed I forget my name.”

“Interesting.” He hums as he guides the toy inside you another inch and clicks the button again. “And him?”

“Jake, please!” You cry out, but his hand wraps around your wrist like a cuff. 

“Just a simple answer, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want,” he sings, coaxing you further into bliss. 

“I think about Josh when I want to be eaten out…when I want to be the one to ruin him,” you blurt out the answer without processing what it could mean. 

“Does he eat your pussy better than me?” he asks, sliding the toy all the way inside you until it nudges against your cervix. When you stall, mostly because of the vibrations against your g-spot, he adds, “You wouldn’t be the first girl to tell me how good he is.”

“Huh?”

He chuckles at your reaction, “Word around the shop travels fast, and there might’ve been a girl or two that he’s fooled around with in the past that had a lot to say about it. The things I had to overhear…but I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Oh,” you pant, trying your best to focus on his words while he fucks you slowly with the toy. 

“You didn’t answer me.”

“He’s the best I’ve ever had,” you admit sheepishly. The movement of his hand doesn’t stop, and his expression doesn’t change. 

He smiles, nipping at the flesh of your thigh. “Well, I guess I have a new challenge for myself, huh?” He licks a path from your inner leg to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. You realize within seconds that you’re at the mercy of their competitiveness.

He swirls his tongue at the same pace as the toy. The feeling is unreal, a pleasure that’s going to corrupt you from this day forward. He’s thrown you to the cliff’s edge, and all you can do is accept your fate. You whine, clawing at the back of his hand draped across your stomach, “Oh my god, Jake.”

“I know, I know, dove,” he soothes with a calming lilt, voice mumbled by the fact his face is buried into your pussy. He laps at you with an unprecedented fervor, making you cum harder than you have with him yet. You see stars, or blackout entirely — the details you’ll never be sure of. Without warning, a gush of warm wetness pools beneath you, soaking the sheets. 

You come to and freeze all movements not sure what to do next. He lifts his head from between your legs and retrieves the vibrator from inside you before tossing it to the side. Embarrassment starts to take over, and your thoughts begin to race with ideas of how you’re going to explain yourself.

“That has got to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes in pure awe, looking down at the mess he helped create. Ashamed, you hide behind your hands.

You peek through your splayed fingers, mumbling against your palm.“Wait…really?”

He pulls your fingers down from your face with a gentle hand. “Fuck yeah. Why didn’t you tell me that you could squirt?”

You shake your head in disbelief. “I …I honestly didn’t know.”

He lifts his pierced brow. “You mean… you haven’t done that with him?”

“No,” you confess, blushing bright red and still reeling from what had just happened. “At least I don’t think so?” 

“Fucking A!” He shouts into the open room, making you scold him with a violent shush. He laughs, kissing you deeply as he falls back on the bed beside you. “A fucking win for once. About damn time.”

“Both of you are idiots,” you groan as you try to sit up. Exhausted, you grimace at the scene before you. “Now I gotta change my sheets and mattress cover.”

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Skin Deep - Part 4

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 12.1k (I know, I know. I can’t help myself, okay??)

A/N: Feeding the Jake girlies with this one as promised! I’ve been chipping away and sitting on this chapter for a minute, and I’m a little nervous about it. I hope y’all enjoy ❤️

Patience, feedback, love and support is always appreciated from you guys

Always a overwhelming thank you to Ness and Hannah for helping me out with this chapter

Warnings: cursing, drug use (marijuana), sexually explicit content 18+/ MINORS DNI (unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, bondage/restraints, toys, overstimulation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, if I missed something let me know)

Masterpost

Skin Deep Playlist

You’re in that state between sleep and consciousness, still tethered to the dream world while having your ear open to your surroundings. You had dozed off about an hour or so ago when Josh left you cuddled up on the couch to run errands. The TV was on, filling the room with the soft hum of commercials playing between an indiscernible show in the background. 

At least, you think you’re aware until the warm heaviness of a blanketing breath wrapping around your ear startles you. “Hello, dove.”

You stir, but not enough to wake fully. Another deep exhale tickles your skin, making the tiny hairs on your neck stand as goosebumps rising on the surface of your skin. Calloused fingertips brush across your temple to tuck the hair away as he whispers, “Was getting worried that I wasn’t going to see you again.”

He hums to himself, lips pressing up against the shell of your ear as if he’s about to taste his favorite meal. The tip of his finger traces along your jawline and down the center of your throat, passing over the hollow point. 

As he’s slowly dragging you out of slumber, you’re becoming more aware of his presence. The weight of his body sinking into the couch cushion beside you, the warmth radiating off his skin, the layered scent of his cologne basking in your senses. 

He breathes you in, pressing his nose into the softness of your cheek while leaving a gentle nip of the skin in its wake. You squirm at the sting, craning your neck into the couch cushion beneath you with an exaggerated stretch. He takes advantage of the exposed flesh, attaching his lips to the pulse point tucked below your ear. 

He buries his face there, tickling your bare skin with the ends of his long hair. Fingertips dance along your collarbones peeking out above the neckline of your dress just as he litters your open throat with kisses. He parts his mouth to taste you, trailing his tongue through each one, which only teases you with its intoxicating warmth. 

You reach out blindly, wrapping your hand around his upper arm that’s been balancing his weight above you. You release a heavy sigh as you feel the lean muscles of his bicep flex under your touch, making him smile against your flushed skin. 

The added sensation of his thumb rubbing across your hardening nipple through the thin fabric of your dress is what makes you finally peel your eyes open. You find that the sun has set during your evening nap, so the only light filling the living room is the tableside lamp behind you and the flashing images of the t.v. 

It takes a few seconds for your vision to come into focus, and to realize that he’s not a figment of your imagination. He’s real, hovering over you with the annoyingly smug grin plastered across his face — smiling enough that the hidden dimple he shares with Josh makes a fleeting appearance. You stare in awe, speechless as you absorb the yellow glow of the lamp that’s casting long shadows over the sharper features of his face. You dart between his eyes, noticing the golden flecked within the amber irises, a small detail that that would otherwise be lost during the day. 

“Jake? What are you doing here?” You’re fighting through the grogginess weighing you down, so the question is blurted out before you take the time to process the words. 

His brow flicks up as he chuckles softly, sending the sound of his raspy laughter into every crevice of your brain, like the enchanting crackle of a fireplace, while continuing to admire you, “Well, I do live here, dovey.” Before you have the chance to feel embarrassed, he lifts his hand from your chest to brush the backs of his fingers across your blushing cheek. “I think I should be the one to ask you the same thing.”

The path he leaves across your face feels like it’s been set on fire, the surface of your skin burning hot from the gentle touch. You swallow back an answer, watching as his hand trails down your chest. 

He’s testing the waters when he grasps the plush throw draped across your stomach, asking with a certain air of confidence that’s more than familiar for him, “May I take a look at how my work is healing?”

You hum your answer with a quick nod, allowing him to pull back the blanket from your legs. Your dress has ridden up your thighs during your nap, revealing most of the tattoo. 

He adjusts his position on the cushion so he can get a proper view, tracing over the healed linework now that the pain has subsided. Despite doing a decent job at keeping the skin moisturized throughout the past week, you’ve started the peeling process. He doesn’t seem concerned, but rather pleased with how it looks, given the small smile that’s peeking through his stoic expression.

He shifts into you a bit more, slipping his hand between your legs with a purposeful roll of his strong fingers. He massages the soft skin, daring the touch closer and closer to your core. Desire churns within you, making you forget pretty much anything of importance as you lift your hips up to chase the feeling.

Once his fingers brush along the fabric of your panties, he crawls across your body so his knees are slotted between your open legs. His panting breath is heavy and lustful, coating your cheek with every deep exhale. 

It hadn’t even been a few hours since you had fooled around with Josh, so what was left from that was sure to still be there between your legs. The rush you’re feeling has clouded your judgment, so you only think to warn him when his hand slips under the band of your panties, and it’s a rather weak protest at that. “Jake, wait—“

Even if you really don’t want him to, his fingers stop moving as soon as he hears those words. You bask in the moment of silence with him, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth against the pulse point of your neck. “You want me to stop?”

A spell of dryness plagues your tongue, making you wet it through a harsh swallow as you find the right words, but the way his erection is pressing against your thigh makes it nearly impossible to do so. You can only shake your head to answer as you claw at the shirt covering his back.

He’s feeding off your neediness, groaning from the feeling of your nails raking across the material of his t-shirt. Before you can utter the warning, his hand dips lower in your underwear and past the point of no return. You’ve missed the chance, as it’s too late by the time your hand finds his wrist. His fingers have already slipped through the slick mess that Josh had given you not hours prior. It takes him a few seconds to realize it, and once it clicks in his head, he stops moving his fingers entirely. 

“Jake…” you whisper, responding to the instant shift of tension locking in his body. 

He lifts his head just enough for you to see the tight muscles of his jaw clench as he rolls his fingertips over your clit between your clenched thighs. You lay frozen in silence, like a stunned rabbit in a field as you watch his eyes darken when he stares back at you. 

When he speaks, his voice is placed low within the depths of his throat, deliberate and careful with each word he chooses, yet remaining mysterious with its pure intention. “He can’t even follow one simple rule.”

You’re more than confused since you had prepared yourself for a scolding remark. Paired with the fact that his frustration is directed at Josh instead, you’re blindsided  enough that you stumble over your response, “Wha-what rule?”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, pressing the rough pad of his middle finger against your sensitive bud hard enough for you to gasp loudly. “Oh? He didn’t tell you?” It’s clear he’s enjoying playing this little game of his from the amused lilt in his tone. He takes his time drinking your presence, ghosting his lips over your cheek until you can barely feel them brush along the shell of your ear. “Josh and I had made a little agreement that we aren’t allowed to cum inside you. That’s it — the one and only rule we had settled on.”

The following purposeful inhale against your jawline makes your heart race, and you swear to yourself he must feel each beat under his lips. With different circumstances you might be annoyed by their choice to exclude you from the said agreement, but the gravelly sound of his voice crackles through your mind, like a rake passing through a bed of red-hot embers., “But, it’s good to know that he can hold up his end of the deal.”

The sarcasm dripping in those words with the agonizingly slow roll of his fingers through your folds is enough to drive you borderline insane. A wave of guilt tries to wash over you, making you want to defend Josh given the fact you had asked him to do so, but before you can confess, Jake adds in a soothing voice, “You really must be something special.”

He pumps his middle finger into your pussy, causing a whiny moan to crack from your chest. Looking down at you through heavy lids, he coos softly against your parted lips as he withdraws his finger from inside you, “What about you, dove? Are you good at doing what you’re told?”

It’s embarrassing how quickly you submit to his warm touch, to his teasing words; dignity and self-control proves to be non-existent when the hushed whisper leaves you. “Yes, Jake.” 

He lets out a satisfied hum, retreating his hand from between your aching legs to bring his wet fingers to your lips, “Good. Now open for me, beautiful.”

You do as you’re told, taking the first two digits into your waiting mouth while the rest of his hand wraps around your chin to hold you still. He pushes them over your flattened tongue toward the back of your throat, making you gag around them in such a pitiful act. He watches you as you try to suppress your body’s signals through the tears beginning to well in your eyes. Although, it doesn’t take long for you to feel him throb against your core when you begin to lick around them, tasting yourself and Josh off his warm skin. 

He pushes his fingers down on your tongue as he lowers himself to your ear for the final time, sending the primal growl straight through you. “Clean my brother off yourself and meet me in the bedroom.”

With that, he pulls his fingers from your mouth, creating a thin string of your spit from your lips as he begins to lift himself off the couch. Through your flustered state, you’re able to catch his fingers glistening in the light before he wipes them off on his pants as he stands to his feet. He doesn’t say another word and saunters away out of your view into the hallway until the next thing you hear is the door to his room latching closed. You stay in silence, trapped in a daze as your head spins free from everything happening so fast. 

You know you shouldn’t give in to the temptation — the need to have him feeling forbidden even though it technically isn’t. The respectable thing for you to do would be to pack up your things and head home for the evening. That’s not the reality though, because you know yourself better than that. He’s led you right to the water’s edge, and now all you have to do is take a drink.

Your stiff muscles ache from sleep as you gather the strength to pull yourself up off the couch, but thankfully the walk to the bathroom is a short one. The lightheaded feeling takes over as anticipation bubbles in your stomach - it’s the same sensation you experienced when you first came here today, but only worse. You’re finding that things with Jake are unexpected and uncharted. Josh gives you a sense of safety and security, whereas his twin wants to nudge you to the limits of your comfort zone. 

Despite the jittery, tingling feeling in your chest, you quickly strip out of your clothes and step into the shower so the hot water can do its job reviving you. You’re not entirely sure whether this moment to yourself is beneficial, because all you can think of is the time you were in here last. It consumes your brain so much that you spend the next several minutes staring at the tilework, locked in a cycle of memories. 

You lather the soap onto your body, washing away the last few hours the best you can. The only thing the soap doesn’t change is the soreness that Josh has left you with. It’s not a painful or unbearable feeling, because if anything, you love having the reminder. 

Since you’re skipping the process of washing your hair, the shower isn’t a long one. Your clothes are crumpled in a pile on the floor, so the bathroom towel is the only thing you have. You wrap it around yourself and make your way to Jake’s room. 

The muffled sounds of music playing can be heard through the door, so you choose to skip the courtesy knock and open it a few inches. You peer inside the dimly-lit room to see him lying across his bed, leaning up against the stack of pillows.

While you were busy showering, he took the opportunity to remove his shirt and pants, leaving only a pair of tight-fitting heather-gray boxer briefs. You scan over his mostly-bare body, lingering on his tanned, tattooed chest. The silver medallion he wears around his neck catches your attention, bringing your eyes to its resting place on the top of the inked skull. With one hand gripping the headboard above his head and the other scrolling away on the phone propped up on his chest, he doesn’t appear to notice you. 

The loud creaking of the floorboard gives you away when you take a step forward, pulling his focus away from the tiny screen in his hand. Resting the phone against his chest, he looks you over with a crooked smile hooking his lip. Now that you have his attention, you release your hold on the towel covering your body, allowing the cloth to drop to the floor in a heap at your feet. 

The state of vulnerability with the chill of the air on your still-damp skin causes a wave of goosebumps to rise on the surface and a shudder rolls down your spine, but the warmth of his burning gaze helps stave off your lingering nervousness. 

Your unexpected act of coyness takes him off guard and his eyes struggle to stay in one place on your body as a result. The phone suddenly becomes a nuisance, so he tosses the device off to the side of the bed to rub his hand across his torso while he looks you over. When his eyes eventually make their way back up to yours, he instructs in a calm voice, tapping his upper thigh to beckon you forward, “C’mere.”

There’s something about this moment that makes you feel like the one in control, even if it’s for a fleeting second, so you seize it without a second thought. You push unspoken limits with him, but he can’t deny that he isn’t enjoying this little show you’re putting on. You feel his energy hang over the room like a dense fog, but don’t dare to look at him while you take your time crossing the room, placing one bare foot in front of the other at an excruciatingly slow pace. 

You feel the post on the bottom corner of his bed, drawing your fingertips around the ornate carvings into the dark wood. The strained breath he takes reveals to you that he’s growing more impatient with you by the second as your hand swims across the sea of blankets.

He suddenly leans toward the nightstand and reaches for a sleek black remote hidden in the drawer. The soft, amber lighting of the lamp instantly switches the second with the click of a button, casting the room in an unexpected red glow.

His eyes lock onto you, following your every move as you climb onto the bed and crawl up the length of his body. He feels so hot to the touch that it makes you suck in a breath despite being almost naked himself, and the heat coming off him permeates into your skin like an electric blanket. Once you settle onto his lap, the grip he had on the wooden headboard suddenly releases so he can brush over your bare thighs. His calloused hands roam across the skin while still being mindful of the healing tattoo on your leg. 

You balance yourself with a leg on either side of him, stretching your back out to accentuate the curves of your body for him. His hands continue along their path and latch onto your hips as he lifts his own, sending his erection into you with more force than before. His fingers stay wrapped around your waist to guide you against him, digging into the supple flesh so tight that there’s a possibility that they’ll leave a new collection of bruises for you to find later. 

As you fall into a natural rhythm, you allow your hands to explore his smooth chest to feel the muscles flex beneath your palms with every breath. His skin is satin-soft to the touch, warm with vitality as it glows brightly in the crimson light. You look down at him to see that he’s preoccupied with basking in your beauty — taking in all the little details before his very eyes as if this is the last time he will see them like this. The overwhelming temptation to kiss him consumes you, making you lean in to bring your lips to his for the first time this evening. 

When you expect the feeling of his lips meeting yours, you feel his hand grasp your chin and throat instead, stopping you so that your mouth hovers just above his. 

The pressure he has on you is firm, yet controlled enough to still be gentle. A heavy sigh sends the spiced scent of cinnamon on his breath, tingling your senses when he scolds you, “Aht…I don’t think you’ve earned that yet, dove.”

You groan in frustration with a deliberate roll of your hips that causes his hold to loosen around your jaw. It’s enough for you to break free and attach your lips to the side of his neck. He doesn’t stop you this time, and lets out a pleased sigh while pulling you in closer with his hand weaving into your hair. 

You take your time, grazing your lips ever-so-softly along his jawline, feeling every bated breath, every harsh swallow. Each drawn-out kiss along his throat seems to make his body relax and tense in unison. He curses quietly when you suck a mark of your own, causing his voice to vibrate against your mouth. He seems lost for the moment as the warm, wet feeling of your tongue traveling down his neck acts like a drug. He allows you to continue, and you wonder to yourself if he even realizes that you’re leaving a collection of splotched marks across his skin. 

Every detail of his hard cock straining through the stretched cotton of his boxers against your skin adds another layer of sensations as you grind yourself against him. You slip down his body, kissing along the contour of his collarbones and planes of his chest. His fingers are still intertwined in the depths of your hair, pulling at the roots as you venture further. You nip the soft flesh of his stomach, causing a sharp breath to be sucked between his clenched teeth as he drags his blunt nails through your hair. 

You kiss along the patch of skin where the band of his boxers rests low on his waist, letting your breath cling to him from hip to hip. The movement of his legs beneath your body tells you he’s getting restless with your teasing, but you decide to push the limit just a little more. 

You tug the waistband down a few inches, just far enough for you to play with the trail of hair leading from his navel to the base of his cock with a taunting lick of your tongue. Just like how you peppered his throat with marks, you do the same here, causing his grip on your hair to tighten into a fist, making you yelp.

He huffs a sharp laugh while soothing the sting on your scalp with his thumb, “If you keep playing games with me, you’re not going to get the reward.” 

You don’t respond with words, but rather with another lick across the covered length of his cock, wetting the gray fabric as you go. You wrap your lips around it, feeling how hard it’s become, how it throbs under the touch of your warm mouth. You hear a whimper cracking from his chest over the music playing in his room. 

You finally pull back the boxers, releasing him from the restriction that’s been tormenting him for the last few minutes. You’ve seen his cock before, but the new lighting makes it feel different somehow — richer, softer. You take him in your hand and find the feverishly hot feeling of his skin pairs with the red glow cast upon the room.

Before you take him into your mouth, the kiss you place on the head of his cock drives him to the brink of insanity. Feeding off his body’s responses, you give him a little more with a flick of the tip of your tongue to that extra sensitive spot. You watch him closely, noting how the shadows on his chest change with his labored breathing, how the muscles of his arm flex as he grabs the headboard, to the way his eyes clamp shut with brimming anticipation. 

 You slide his cock along your tongue, filling your mouth with him. In the short time spent together, you’ve quickly found that he’s thicker than his brother, making up for the slight difference in their length. As much as you fight the initial feeling, it doesn’t take long for the familiar burn to build in your jaw. 

You focus your effort on the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue in changing patterns while working your hand around what your mouth can’t reach. He loses the battle of restraint and thrusts himself into the back of your throat, making you gag around him.

You react by pulling him from your mouth, creating a lewd display of your spit that’s covering him. When you look up and gather a steadying breath, his eyes are open, watching you through his lust-heavy lids. The sight of him, laid out before you and painted in blood-red light, sucks every breath of air from your lungs. His blown pupils are so black that they appear to be dipped in ink, framed with dark lashes. You draw the details into memory, following the plumes of tattooed smoke swirling across his chest and over his body. He smiles, revealing the set of perfectly white teeth behind pouty lips, despite giving you the feeling that he’s the snake offering you a bite of the forbidden fruit. 

He drips with sinful desire, coaxing you further into a state of depravity. 

Something in his eyes glistens before he reaches to sweep the fallen hair from your face. “You’re just the prettiest whore for me, aren’t you, dove?”

Something about the harsh name woven within the praise ignites the fire within your belly. He knows that he renders you speechless more often than not, and chuckles at your lack of response. 

What you do is stare back at him, locked in the depths of his eyes as they draw you in. You do this as you bring him back to your swollen lips, giving him a show you don’t ever want him to forget. His thick brows furrow, pulling together to create a defined line between them. 

You roll your tongue around him, tasting the subtle saltiness of his skin while tracing every intricate detail, every vein, taking satisfaction in how his eyes begin to roll back behind his lids. He mouths the word “fuck” before his head falls against the pillow once more. 

They don’t stay closed for long, but when they open again, his focus is directed at the ceiling. A knowing grin creeps back over his face, reminding you of the massive mirror. You break the seal of your lips around him, tilting your head to meet his gaze in the reflection — a sight worth remembering. You make sure to keep stroking his cock while you take in the erotic image of your stretched-out body slotted between his legs. 

Knowing that he’s watching, you go back to using your mouth until a whimpered breath pushes past his lips. “That feels so fucking good.”

As much as you love seeing him lost in the feeling of his building orgasm, you’re not quite ready to give it all to him. You suddenly change up, and gently drag your teeth across the length of his cock enough for him to suck in a breath. 

The next sound from his mouth is a warning using your real name.

You know you shouldn’t tease him this much, but you couldn’t contain the temptation if your life depended on it. Your mouth stays just shy of a kiss to the head of his cock, stroking  your hand around him without following any real rhythm.

“That’s it,” he grunts in frustration, hooking his hands under your arms and pulling you up onto his chest. He releases his hold and grabs your thighs to guide you even higher up his body as he adjusts lower on the bed. The strength behind the action startles you, but he doesn’t bother to acknowledge it. “Sit on my face.”

You don’t object, using the headboard as balance while you find the new position, but his impatience causes him to do most of the work for you. Once you have your legs on either side of his head, you hover above his face, feeling the heat of his panting breath clinging to your core. 

“I said ‘sit’,” he growls into you as he locks his arms around your thighs, yanking your full weight onto his face. One of your hands fly to his hair and pulls at the scalp harder than you intended. He doesn’t seem to care, and forgoes easing you into the feeling of his tongue by lapping across your clit in frenzied hunger, sucking it into the heat of his mouth.

“Jake. Jake. Jake!” you cry out while involuntarily trying to pull yourself from him, but the way his arms are wrapping around your legs act like a vice grip.

Clawing fingers do nothing, as they are pressing hard enough into the supple skin to keep you in place that they might leave bruises for you to find tomorrow. 

You’re not going anywhere. 

You accept your fate and before long, you start to slowly ride him with your hands bracing onto the headboard for balance, grinding your clit against the hard bridge of his nose. He only loosens his grip by moving his hands from the tops of your thighs to your ass, following the movement of your rocking hips as he massages the soft skin. While his tongue goes to work circling around your bundle of nerves, one of his hands stops rubbing your ass and dips between your shaking legs.

Your breath hitches when he traces the delicate contours of your body with the pad of his middle finger, teasing your entrance before eventually slipping it inside you. The feeling of your walls tightening around him through the slow strokes of his finger causes a low, rumbling  groan to vibrate between your legs. He then does the unexpected, retreating his hand back to caress your ass once more, but before you can utter a word, he takes you by surprise again when his open palm cracks against the skin, causing another cry to pierce the air.

He’s nowhere near done with you yet, so the addition of his ring finger stretches you out, giving you a fuller feeling while his tongue works the rest of you. The vulgar sounds of low growls through the wet sucking and kissing of your sensitive skin makes your chest tighten and your face flush with heat. Meanwhile, a song of moans falls freely from your open lips and your nails claw into the wooden headboard while his own drag across your flesh, leaving stinging streaks of red in their path.

The climb to your peak isn’t an easy one as Jake hurls you to the edge within a matter of minutes. You’re on the brink of overstimulation already, sending the bedframe into the wall behind it with every rock of your hips. He pauses long enough to chuckle when he hears the steady thuds, but goes right back to the punishment of sucking on your clit as his fingers curl inside you. 

Sensing that you’re close, he lifts you away from his mouth far enough for the words to be mumbled into your skin through heavy breath. “Come for me, sweet dove.” 

You’re not thinking clearly with the dense fog clouding your mind. You are at war with yourself, desperate for the release while also frightened of the intensity that it presents. Your body’s state of turmoil makes you groan in protest to which he snips back, “It wasn’t a request.”

Up until now, you’ve been successful at holding it back by some miracle, keeping the wall of your impending orgasm standing upright.  He snatches that power from you with the aggressive roll of his tongue over you, bringing down your composure to mere rubble at his feet. He devours it, lapping over you as to not miss a single second of your pleasure. You only manage to convulse around him, riding the high he’s giving you, and if you bother to care, you might be worried about the crescent-shaped indents you’ve created into the wood. 

After a few minutes to come down, you release your hold on the edge of the headboard as you remove yourself from his face, but end up collapsing backwards onto him due to your weakened muscles. He joins your laughter in your fucked-out state, sitting up from the bed to help you up with an outstretched hand. The other finds a place around the back of your neck, keeping your focus on him as his smile slowly fades. “Get on your knees.”

His face is soaked from you, shining in the dim lighting that also catches the glare of his obsidian pupils. You heard him, but every thought surging through your brain feels static, keeping your limbs frozen in place. He doesn’t wait for you to react, and maneuvers you both so that you’re kneeling with your back pressed up against his chest, facing the headboard. One hand rests on your hip while the other roams across your bare chest, feeling over your breasts. He finally breaks the character, dropping the cocky tone to whisper softly in your ear, “Are you okay with being tied up?”

You swallow back the lump in your throat, but not because you’re surprised at the progression of the evening. The question coming from him doesn’t shock you much, and if anything, you could say you expected it. Looking back, the thought may have passed through your mind the second you set eyes on the four-post bed last week. But there was no denying that this was new territory for you, and the inexperience in bondage left you suddenly feeling shy. However, in order to not reveal your hand, you nod your head against him, hoping that he takes it as a confident answer.

He’s busy burying his face into your hair when hums against your skin. There’s a sweetness to the muffled sound, and he pairs it with a pleasant squeeze of his arm around your chest. You know he doesn’t buy it, but the sincerity in his voice alone makes you melt into his embrace. “You sure?”

He starts to rock his hips into you, pressing his hard cock against the curve of your ass, which in turn makes it more difficult for you to focus on forming a believable answer. 

Before you drift away too far, he tows you back in. “Use your words. I need to hear you say it.”

Your voice is soft and delicate, barely above a whisper. “Yes, Jake. I want to be tied up.”

He bites at that ticklish spot behind your ear before giving you a soothing, deep kiss in its place with a satisfied pur. “Perfect. We’re gonna start using safe-words now, dove.” His hand leaves its place on your breast and slides up the column of your neck, wrapping around your throat in a firm grasp to hold your undivided attention. 

“Listen to me carefully. Green is for when it’s feeling fucking amazing and you want me to keep going. Yellow is when you’re unsure and starting to feel uncomfortable with what’s happening. You tell me ‘red’ when you want me to stop immediately. Do you understand, baby?”

His voice blends in with the music playing in the background, making this entire experience feel like a fever dream. You nearly choke on your breath, muttering a simple, “Yes.”

“Good. Now let’s have some fun.” He guides you down to the bed with his hand placed firmly in the center of your back until your stomach is laying across the bed. You wait patiently for him as he reaches over you for the restraints hidden under the mattress. The first thing brought into your view is a thin metal chain attached to a thick black strap. You can’t really place whether it's the excitement or nervousness settling in your body when you see them in his hands, but he seems to notice your stiff body language right away. “Relax for me, baby.”

A deep exhale shudders through you as he starts undoing the black velcro of one strap, taking your right wrist in his hand and gently placing it in the fabric restraint to secure it. He does the same to your left, and before you know it, both hands are bound by chains fastened to the underside of the bed. 

Despite that, there’s a sense of relief when you realize that there’s enough slack for you to bring them in front of your face and for you to support yourself on your elbows, but there’s no doubt most of your movement is restricted. It’s also very clear that even though they’re fastened with velcro, you would struggle to get out of them without his help. You mindlessly tug at them and laugh nervously, blurting out the dumb joke, “You’re not gonna have a heart attack and die on me, right? Like that movie?”

He laughs as well, gracing your ears with the reassuring sound before he straightens behind you with his hands now braced on your hips. With his guidance, your back is arched downwards with your face pressed into the mattress and your ass on full display. This new level of vulnerability with Jake causes you to impulsively pull at the restraints again, fighting the restricting feeling of your arms. Within seconds, your body is locked with tension, holding every muscle prisoner to the point where it feels impossible to find a comfortable position. 

Jake senses your creeping anxiety when rubs his thumb along the base of your spine, kneading tight muscles in the small of your back. He pauses the movement of his hand for a second and leans in, meeting his lips with the outer edge of your ear. His hushed voice is comforting to you even if it’s filled with a sense of concern. “This isn’t meant to scare you, sweetheart. We can stop anytime, just say the word.”

You shake your head in protest, mumbling your words into the silken sheets that are drenched in his cologne. “No. I want to keep going. I want this.”

A minute ago he was ready to take you, to fuck you so hard you couldn’t speak or remember your name. Now, his impatience appears to have wavered enough for him to take his time, to admire you with a hand running along the curve of your back and down between your shoulders. “Color?”

You swallow thickly to catch your breath before answering in a voice that’s shaky at best, “Green.”

You feel the heat of his cock pressing between your legs while a deep sigh releases from his chest, “Good.” 

Not being able to see what he’s doing or reach for him causes the anticipation to bubble up from the pit of your belly and seep into your chest. Your lungs have been crying in desperation for the full breath that you’ve been denying since the restraints were placed around your wrists.

He props you up as he leans in, sweeping the hair from your shoulder to place an affectionate kiss to the skin. When he speaks, his crooning voice hangs around you like thick plumes of smoke. “Breathe for me.”

He holds you, caressing you in the places you need most, and after a minute your breathing falls in sync with his.  

“Good girl.”

You back into him as he strokes himself with slow, deliberate pumps of his hand, causing his knuckles to brush against your skin with each one. You’re so desperate to have him that you’ve forgotten how sensitive you truly are until he passes his fingers over your aching cunt. 

In fact, you’re so hyper-sensitive to the touch that your immediate reaction is to pull away from him. He shushes your cry, ghosting over your entrance to rest his hand on the swell of your ass. “He left you a bit sore, didn’t he?”

You nod, taking another deep breath in through your nose to help you ease back from the edge you’ve been standing on. He suddenly reaches over to dig around in the nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of lube amongst the clutter, and just as quickly as he enters your view, he’s out of it.

You hear the sound of the plastic bottle opening, followed by the sensation of cool liquid running down you. The feeling sends a shiver up your spine, causing a giggle to flutter from your lips. 

His fingers catch any that would have dripped onto the bed, coating you in the slippery mess. He glides two lubed fingers inside you, making sure you’re more than prepared before lines himself at your entrance. 

“Are you ready?” It’s the very first time you detect a crack in his voice, revealing to you his own state of mind at this moment. He waits for your answer, dipping the head of his cock into you just enough for your pussy to wrap around him, beckoning him to push further. 

You keep your moan trapped behind your lips. “Mmmhmm.”

“Words, dove.”

He’s so close to giving you what you both so clearly want, yet he teases you at every turn by pulling himself away. “Fuck, Jake! Please! Yes!”

With that, he drives himself into you to the hilt in a single thrust, pushing all the air from your lungs in a pitched cry. Even though it helps having his cock slick with lube so he can slip into you effortlessly, he still fills you up completely with a dull sting. He rolls his hips, spilling curses that weave seamlessly within your own as he nudges himself at your limit. 

Your body acts on its own, so you pull at the restraints, making the metal chain strain against the wood bed frame. He withdraws himself and pushes back in slowly,  building a gentle rhythm.

His hand rubs across your lower back as he mutters the praise, “Oh baby…fuck, you feel good.”

He’s silken and hot, gliding over your hidden spot with each languid stroke of his cock. You had expected him to be unforgiving, fucking you hard and fast without repreive. He’s doing the opposite, making sure that both of you experience every feeling of each other. 

He dips his hand between your legs to circle your sensitive clit while being mindful of the pressure of his fingertips. The combination of his pace and the swirling of his fingers has that recognizable feeling igniting in your core. 

This is the moment where he decides to pay you back for all the teasing you did earlier. He knows that you can’t do anything about it, that you can’t take control and touch yourself without him. He uses it against you, keeping the head of his cock just deep enough to drive you crazy while slowing the roll of his fingers over your clit to an excruciatingly slow speed. You become frustrated, writhing beneath him and pushing yourself back to chase any friction at all. 

You turn your head to say something, but catch something in the corner of your eye instead. You bring yourself to your elbows while blinking your vision into focus, staring into the darkness of the room. It’s the silhouette of Josh standing in the doorway, leaning a shoulder against the frame. Before you can get a clearer look of the expression on his face or even say a single word to him, he disappears out of your view.

You jolt upright onto your elbows until the restraints pull at your wrists, sending a hiss over your shoulder, “Jake!”

He snakes a hand into your hair, whipping your head back right as he slams his hips into you with a forceful grunt through his teeth. “I know. I saw him…and I’m gonna make sure he fucking hears you, too.” 

His hands lock around your waist, leaving tiny finger-sized bruises behind. You decide to retaliate by burying your face in the sheets to muffle your cries as each powerful thrust threatens to test the limits of your body. It’s a feeling you don’t experience often — a delightful, addicting mixture of pleasure, overstimulation, and pain. 

He stops long enough to ask you, “Color?”

You spit a curse at him before answering, “Green, fucking green!”

As much as he would love to keep going like this, he’s getting closer than he expected. His movements are starting to become staggered in the frenzy, his fingers can’t seem to rest at your hips, curling and dragging across the flesh. 

“Fuck…fuck. Come on, baby, come on,” he groans above you, the words sounding more desperate than they have before. “Come for me.”

You want to please him but your fatigued legs shake and tears begin to well in your eyes telling you otherwise, but end up choking out a sob. “I can’t.”

He falls forward to rip the velcro fastened around your wrists and frantically tosses them off the bed with the crashing sound of metal hitting wooden floors. You’re yanked upright again, molded to his sweat-covered chest.

The edge of his teeth rakes across your ear as he growls, “I thought I told you that he was going to hear you.”

You let your head fall onto his shoulder in a listless roll of defeat as the last orgasm drained most of your energy. His cock slips out from the new position, but is instantly replaced by his fingers, making it clear that he has other plans for you.

With the heel of his palm rubbing directly on your clit, his two longest fingers curl inside you. He’s not gentle, picking up right where he left off, making you grasp and claw at his hand, summoning his voice once more. “I know you have one more for me, pretty girl.”

You give in, moving with the thrashing of his hand until he slips in a third finger, hooking you in an act of possession. You’re at his will and mercy — belonging to him at this moment. He’s relentless and unforgiving in his determination at dragging you to your second peak.

Your pathetic whimper is the only thing you can muster up within your dazed mind. “I want to feel you…”

He grinds his still-hard cock against your ass, chuckling onto your tacky skin, “Want me to cum for you?” As if your voice has been stolen, your weak nod is your answer as you reach back for him while he continues, “He just gives it up so easily, doesn’t he? I wanna hear you beg me for it. Tell me how much you want me to fill up that sweet pussy of yours.” 

You're rambling, literally begging on your knees for it, “Please. I want it. I want you to cum inside me.” 

He’s putting up quite the act, but you know he wants it just as badly as you do, swearing that  hear the neediness laden within the sinful cadence, “Oh, you sound so pretty, dove. So soft and delicate…it almost feels wrong to ruin it.”

You’re at the tipping point — right where he wants you. If you were paying attention at all, you would hear the  sounds of your pooling wetness becoming louder with each passing second. With a stinging bite to your neck and a roll of his fingers, you're pushed over the edge. He’s been timing it just so, that when the crashing wave of your release consumes your body, his cock slips back inside you.

You flutter around him as the endorphins course through your veins, the euphoria of your climax drowning every one of your senses. He has been dancing the line himself, falling right behind you through the last faltering thrusts of his hips. He groans your name through it all, spilling his cum deep inside you.

The both of you stay frozen in this position, limbs intertwined as panting breaths echo throughout the room. The music that was playing when you first entered stopped playing minutes ago, leaving you in the moment of silence. 

Before he breaks away and shifts his body out from behind you, he squeezes your hip. “You okay?”

You fall forward onto your hands, pushing out a breathy laugh. “Yeah.”

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He taps your thigh in reassurance and carefully maneuvers off the bed. 

Any energy you may have had stashed away has been drained from you, causing you to collapse into the mattress. You’re not sure how much time passes in his absence, and truthfully, there’s a possibility that you might have actually drifted off to sleep at one point. He returns with a gatorade, glass filled with ice, and a warm washcloth in his hands. 

The switch in the lighting is what makes your eyes open, only to see him setting the drink and glass on the nightstand. “Sorry the drink isn’t cold, we usually keep them stashed for hangovers.”

Propping yourself on your arm, you mumble in a tired voice, “Thank you.” 

You see that he’s standing at the side of the bed, and has slipped on his pair of gray boxers since he left you. His golden-skin soaks in the glow of the lamp, coaxing you to watch him crack open the seal of the drink and pour the bright blue liquid over the cup, filled to the brim with ice. He hands it to you with a soft smile that’s warm and comforting.

He silently offers the washcloth that’s been draped across his arm to you before padding over to his dresser. While you clean up, he shuffles through the drawer of clothing and retrieves a pair of boxers similar to what he’s wearing and faded black t-shirt. He then plucks the cloth from your hand and tosses it into the hamper, replacing it with the clothes he’s chosen for you. 

You dress yourself as he finds a comfortable spot in the bed, and let the question that’s been burning in your mind since it happened slip out. “Is he mad?”

Jake pauses and looks at you directly, studying the expression on your face. “Josh?”

His surprised tone suddenly makes you feel embarrassed for even asking, causing your gaze to fall to the glass in your hand. “Yeah…from seeing us?”

As comfortable as he is, he’s not oblivious to the unorthodox dynamic the three of you have found yourselves in, and tries to soothe that concern by rubbing his hand across your back in calming circles. “If it helps ease your mind at all, I just checked on him a minute ago. He’s in his room listening to his music and working on some designs for tomorrow.”

“He wasn’t upset?”

“Not that I could tell. We actually just talked about work.” Your eyes fixate on the ice clinking around in your glass while you process everything that has happened tonight. When he senses that your worry hasn’t dissipated completely, he finally asks, “Do you want to go?”

He doesn’t do the best job at hiding the disappointment from you, layering it in the sound of his voice. You’ve made your decision, shaking your head with your answer. “No, I’ll stay here tonight.”

In a flash of a second, and without warning, he pulls your face into his with a hold around your chin, capturing your lips into his for the first time tonight. It’s indulgent and passionate with every sweep of his tongue across your own. As surprised as you are from the gesture, he’s the one to break away, mumbling against your mouth, “Perfect. Now let’s get some sleep.”

That’s something you don’t argue with him on, knowing that you’re half-way there already. He settles in behind you as you lay on your side, rubbing your shoulder and tracing his fingertips along the curves of your body and up again until slumber takes hold. 

As if your unconscious mind knows you’re in an unfamiliar place, it catapults you awake with strange dreams and presents you with a dark room. You bring your hands up and rub the sleep from your eyes, hoping to clear your vision and the disorientation you’re experiencing. Stretching out the stiffness in your arms, you turn to see Jake sleeping beside you. He’s on his stomach, snoring loudly with his face turned away from you and his long chestnut hair draped across his shoulders. Without your phone nearby, you’re not even sure what time of the night it is and decide against waking him. You pull your legs to the edge of the mattress with calculated movements and slide out of the bed. 

You’re careful walking across the hall once you’re out of Jake’s room, tiptoeing so the wooden floor boards don’t creak beneath your shifting weight. You guess that it’s still early with the morning sun just barely filtering through the windows of the house, so you decide against knocking on his bedroom door.

The knob turns when you twist it in your steady palm, and you hope that he doesn’t stir from the noise. You take your time cracking the door open inch-by-inch to gauge the mood he may be in if he were to be awake - especially given how things were left from the night before. Peering into the right side of his bedroom, movement catches your eye and it takes you a moment for you to focus on what it is. 

A soft, blue-ish haze of the dawn sun soaks the room, but you instantly realize he isn’t sleeping at all. Instead of soft snoring filling your ears, you hear faint whimpers lewd, wet sounds with strained, heavy breathing before your eyes have the chance to catch up to the image before you.  

Once your vision blinks into focus, you’re frozen in place, standing with statuesque stillness as quietly as you possibly can while you watch in wonder. There’s that part of you fighting within the walls of your conscience, telling you to tear your eyes away from him and step out of the room, but your voyeuristic curiosity keeps them glued to him. 

The very sight knocks your breath from your lungs long enough for them to ache in need for oxygen. You stare at him lying outstretched across the unmade bed, naked, with the bedding crumpled in a pile beneath his feet. Somehow he hasn’t noticed your presence in the doorway yet, but you’re quick to understand the reason why. Even with the movement, you recognize the toy in his right hand as a fleshlight — one that’s entirely see-through, made with clear plastic and silicone.

Your face flushes hot when you put together that the wet noises you were hearing was the toy being pumped over his lube-slicked cock. Now you’re seeing it for yourself, watching how the head slips effortlessly into the ribbed inside with each purposeful stroke of his hand. 

You can see how he watches himself fuck it. 

Tiny grunts push past his gritted teeth with each slow drive of his cock into the soft silicone. It’s a window into his self-pleasure, a glimpse of the pure eroticism to what he’s like without a lover to distract him. The curtains have been drawn back, revealing one of his most vulnerable states and you can’t help but clench your thighs together from seeing it for the first time. 

His free hand is restless, roaming across the smooth, inked skin of his heaving chest. Open fingers brush over hardened nipples before diving into the sleep-tangled curls at the nape of his neck. You think you see something different about his hand — something new. 

Are his nails painted?

Focusing in on his dominant hand wrapped around the toy, you can make out the black shellac on his thumbnail. He must’ve done it between the time he left you yesterday afternoon and now. 

It’s simply mesmerizing how he twists the toy over himself, thrusting into the opening in synchronized movements. After a hushed moan, he throws his head back as he veers closer and closer to the peak. You freeze, thinking that he can see you for sure. Instead of facing your direction, he turns his head to the opposite side, burying himself into the pillow beside him. 

The burning desire to have him builds between your legs as you watch his hips writhe and the tendons and muscles in his arm flex. As excitement floods your senses, you contemplate how long you should stay, worrying that you’ve crossed some sort of boundary by lingering.  You even consider the idea of sneaking back into Jake’s room and pretending that none of this happened. Before the thoughts escape from your grasp, you hear him groan something, but the sound is too muffled to make out the word until he says it again. 

It’s your name. Clear as day. Spoken through a harsh whisper. 

You can’t wait anymore, feeling like you might burst open at the seams at any second. A gasp breaks free just as you finally nudge the door enough for it to squeak along his hinges, alerting him of your presence. He whips his head in your direction, halting the movement of his hand holding the toy with that telling, stunned look in his doe eyes. Embarrassment flashes over his face for a split second as you close the door behind you, but the expression immediately shifts into relief when he sees that it’s you. 

Before shyness or reservation has the chance to pull you back, you step forward, closing the short distance between you. Your eyes stay fixed to him as you take your sweet time crossing the room to the bed, making  sure to burn the sheen of sweat collecting across his brow and cheeks, and the way it’s causing them to shine a flushed, rosy-pink into your memory. 

Josh shifts around on the mattress like he’s trying to sit up while he starts to pull the toy from himself, but you interrupt him before he’s able to. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

He relaxes back against the pillows and grins the second the request is blurted past your lips, flashing you that aggravatingly cocky smile of his. Biting at his bottom lip with a stroke of the toy over his cock, he asks in that sinfully raspy voice of his, “Wanna watch me fuck myself, baby?”

Just the sounds of those words almost make your knees buckle out from under you at this very moment. How you’re keeping yourself from collapsing onto the floor is beyond your comprehension. Yet, you stay strong, stubborn in your need to hold onto this tiny amount of control you may or may not possess. So, you stand at the side of his bed, tracing your fingertips along his bare shin.

He’s so hypersensitive that he twitches involuntarily at the gentle touch, causing you to flinch your hand back. A breath of laughter flutters from him, as if asking for your affection once more. 

You offer a soft smile before you sit on the side of the bed, looking over his lean frame as he starts moving the toy on his cock again. He’s taking his time, working himself in such a way that doesn’t push his composure too close to the breaking point. You’re in awe of the intimate details of it all. The way his legs writhe and fidget across the mattress, how the taut muscles of his stomach flex and relax sporadically through his broken rhythm, to the way the inked cherries above his cock are glazed in lube, shining away in the light. 

With your open hand inching its way up his leg to massage the muscles of his thigh, you finally ask in your sultriest voice, “Does it feel good?”

He watches, giving you a satisfied hum while the silicone grips around his entire length, before sighing, “Yeah.”

You surprise him when you reach out and take control of the toy from him, wrapping your hand around the clear plastic base. In theory you felt confident, but the action of using it on him feels wildly sensual, and it takes you a moment to get the right technique. “Describe it to me.”

His throaty laughter is enough to drive you absolutely insane. “How it feels?”

It’s clear that he’s distracted from how he can only watch how his cock slowly glides in and out of the toy that’s in your hand.�� “Mhmm”

“I mean…probably the closest thing you can get to the real thing…” He trails off, ending the thought with a harsh groan when you push the toy all the way down onto his length. “Fuck!”

You pay attention to how his breathing becomes ragged and the way his eyes flutter closed as you pull the toy up at an agonizingly slow speed. “Feel better than me?”

Even though he’s fighting it, you can tell how close he is by his brows pinching together as his hips roll into the direction of your hand. “Oh my god, no! You’re so warm and tight, baby. I love how wet you get…squeezing around me when you come. Oh fucking—“ He’s catching on his words, huffing them out through shaky half-breaths. 

You’re satisfied from this unexpected wave of power you’re holding over him, keeping him tethered to the pleasure that you’re in control of. He only seems happy to relinquish it, digging his nails across his chest and leaving trails of red in their path. 

With an upward stroke of the fleshlight, you keep the opening barely suspended on the head of his cock, making him drive his hips off the bed to chase the feeling. His eyes clamp shut while he bites in his lips between his teeth. The breathy whimper that leaves him only fuels your need, but you choose to hide it with a teasing quip, “And you couldn’t wait for me?”

He shudders a deafed laugh into the palms of his hands as he drags them down his face — which captures your focus to his painted nails. “You’re fucking evil.”

You take it as a challenge, and pull the toy from him completely and toss it on the bed to be lost within the duvet, letting his still-throbbing cock slap against his belly in the process. 

The look he’s giving is one of pure confusion, so you give the order, “Use your hand. I wanna see you.”

The left corner of his mouth tugs into a smug grin just as his slender fingers slide down the center of his body to wrap around the thick base. He knows perfectly well that he’s stolen your attention, making sure to put on a show of his own. With his eye-contact never breaking and one hand grasped tightly around himself, the other  begins to glide up and down his lubed cock. His tattooed fingers, now slick, twist around his cock in changing patterns and speeds.

Swirling the pad of his index finger on that sensitive spot beneath the head at a teasing speed, he begs, “Take off that shirt, baby. Let me see you. Please.”

A smile threatens to break through your stoic facade, nearly pushing you to give in to the desperate plea. It’s taking every ounce of  your willpower not to crawl onto his lap and slip his throbbing cock between your legs. You want to ride him for hours, feel him quiver beneath you while moaning sweet nothings in your ear. “Tell me what you were thinking about first.” 

“Just now?” He pauses as if he has to search in the depths of his mind for the answer.   “Oh fuck…The way you felt the first time I fucked you. I- I was thinking about the sounds you make when you’re about to come.” He stops to swallow and licks across his lips. “ I can’t get enough of  the way your mouth feels around me.”

“You like being the first?”

He pulls his brows together as he closes his eyes once again, pushing out a heavy breath. “Uh-huh.”

The pumps of the hand become faster, verging on being sporadic. He’s on the brink of letting go completely, and drives his head into the pillows. You squeeze his leg, giving him the next instruction in a calm voice. “Slow down, baby. Go nice and slow.”

He listens while feeling across your thigh, searching, whining, “Let me feel you, please.”

You stop him with a hand over his. It feels strange to deny him, but you’re so caught up in this moment that you don’t want to take away from it. You talk to him while he continues to touch himself, watching how he violently shudders through each stroke. “Not right now. Show me just how much you really want me. How desperate you are to have it. I want to see you come for me.”

He smiles while trying to calm his breathing, keeping his eyes shut. “Christ, I’m not gonna last long, baby. I’m so fucking close.”

You decide to crawl over him, sliding your body against his side. Bringing your lips to his ear, you whisper, “Come for me, Josh. Show me.”

That was the final push he needed, to be past the point of no return. You kiss along the shell of his ear, feeling the silver metal of his cuff and hoop against your lips. He soaks it in, losing himself in your praising words and soft caresseses. You watch from this new angle, looking down at how wraps his fingers around his cock, how fast he works himself — taking note of everything he likes. 

He shakes through the last stroke of his fist and holds himself, cursing under his strained breath. You listen to the string of moans as he comes, seeing his warm release being painted across his bare stomach and dripping down his tattooed knuckles. He lays there still and silent, aside from his heavy breathing.

You’re stunned to say the least, breathing across his shoulder, “Wow.”

He swipes the cum from the head of his cock with his thumb, smearing onto his belly with the swipe of his wrist. He stretches out, melting into the mattress with his spent laughter filling the room. “Yeah…”

You nuzzle into his neck, taking in his scent as his breathing falls into a normal rhythm. After a few minutes basking in the silence, you finally break it. “Fleshlight, huh?”

He barks a harsh laugh. “I just know you’re not giving me shit you fucking peeper.”

“Hey, how was I supposed to know that’s what you were doing this early in the morning?”

He turns to you, biting back a shit-eating grin. “I don’t know, but do you expect anything less of me? I had to listen to you getting the soul fucked out of you last night. Give me a break, love.”

You hide the embarrassment showing on your face in your palms, pushing the groan through your fingers. “Okay, fair point.”

He laughs, throwing a teasing elbow before sitting up carefully and shimmying himself off the edge of the bed to stand on his feet. You decide to stay comfortable in your spot, watching while he cleans the mess on his stomach with the wipe of a few tissues. 

You fully expect him to leave the bedroom and make his way into the bathroom, but he doesn’t. He walks over to his dresser, completely naked, and grabs a glass piece that’s been hidden behind other knick-knacks and clutter. The round base is a rich amber color with painted swirls and stripes of baby blue and pastel yellow, matching the top-half of the chamber. 

Holding in his hand, he cracks his bedroom window open with the other to allow the morning breeze to flow into the space. He pops open a metal grinder, pinching the fluffy green between his fingers to start packing a fresh bowl.  

You take the opportunity to look at him while he’s distracted with the task, noticing all the little details that might go missed any other time. You find yourself romanticizing the random tattoos covering the lower half of his body, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he breathes and stretches standing before you, even how his once-hard dick starts to soften between his legs with each passing second. 

He searches for a lighter, shuffling through the contents littering the surface of the dresser. Before he takes his first hit, he sweeps his hand through his frizzy hair to brush it from his brow and takes a deep breath. Pressing his lips to the caramel-tinted glass, he burns the green with a pass of the flame as he pulls the smoke through the water — filling the room with the recognizable bubbling sound. Tucking the lighter into his fingers, he pulls the stem, clearing the smoke with a deep inhale. 

He holds it in his chest for a few seconds before releasing the pungent smoke through a fit of coughs, laughing through each one when you tease him, “That’s a good look for you.”

He lets out another wheezy cough, wincing as he sucks in a harsh breath. “Peak male performance, baby.” 

You giggle at him, sitting up in the bed. Whatever he’s smoking is strong, daring you to ask, “You’re not worried about the smell?”

He grins, flashing you that cheeky smile while he shrugs his shoulders. “Perks of being a homeowner I guess.”

He considers taking another hit, almost flicking the lighter until he stops himself and offers the glass to you with a tip of his hand and a raise of his brows.

You only hesitate for a second, accepting with a gentle nod when you remember that your shift starts later in the day.

He takes a step forward, tapping the foot of the bed with his free hand. “C’mere.”

It takes a couple scoots to get to the edge of the mattress so you’re seated in front of him. You cross your legs beneath you and get comfortable enough before he hands you the glass piece along with the white BIC lighter. The size and weight of it surprises you at first, so you rest it on your thigh to admire the intricate details. It’s surprisingly clean, giving you a clear view of the swirling percolator sitting inside the tube.                                      

You spin it, pressing your lips against the glass rim before lifting the lighter to the bowl. His close presence makes you a little nervous since you’re not used to having such an attentive audience. The feeling doesn’t last long, because he reaches out and swipes the fallen hair from your face as you bring the flame to the scorched green. His fingers slip through your messy locks, rubbing along your scalp as you pull the smoke, tucking the fallen hair behind your ear.

You pull the stem, clearing the smoke from the chamber through the remainder of your breath. Before you have the chance to exhale after keeping it hostage in your lungs, he taps under your chin to bring your attention back to him. Once he has it, he then taps his lips, signaling to you that he wants a kiss. 

The brush of his lips is soft and sweet against yours while the smoke you’re holding in your chest creates that itching feeling in the back of your throat. He deepens the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue enough for you to blow the hit into his waiting mouth. He breathes you in slowly, sealing the exchange with a final kiss.

He takes his time straightening to a standing position, plucking the piece from your hand as he blows out the smoke above you. He looks down at you through drowsy lids, groaning in a voice still raspy with sleep, “Well, I can finally say that I  love watching you take a bong hit. Fuck, you’re so hot.” 

He sets the bong on the dresser as a blush pricks your cheeks, adding to the swimming feeling already existing in your head. You huff a sharp laugh between your coughs, scoffing, “Shut up.”

He bites his bottom lip, dropping his face inches away from yours to whisper, “Never.”

His fingers skate across the smooth plane of your jaw until they disappear into your hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your mouth to meet him. He’s just as eager as minutes ago, licking across your bottom lip to taste you. You feel like you’re drifting away, allowing him to take you to a place where only the two of you exist.  You wrap your fingers around his wrist to ground yourself,  holding onto the earthy scent of weed that settles between you.

He guides you to your feet, pulling your sore, tired body into a tight embrace. His hands don’t stay in one place for two long, roaming across your exposed skin as if it’s been weeks since he’s seen you last. He grinds into you, causing the sharp edge of his hip bones to press into your stomach through the t-shirt. There’s nothing left to the imagination due to the lack of clothing, giving away that he’s ready to have you.

His hand follows suit, squeezing your ass with a roll of his fingers that have slipped under the boxers you’re wearing — a detail he doesn’t seem to notice —  sending the stinging pain from your bruises into your conscience. You reluctantly break away, whimpering against his lips, “Josh…”

“Hmm?”  

As much as you want it, you can’t ignore the fact that the last twenty-four hours have taken a toll on your body. Jake had more than satisfied you, but had also done a wonderful job at leaving the evidence across your skin and between your legs as a result. As much as it kills you to turn up the chance to feel the same with Josh, you ultimately turn him down. “I think I need to give my body a break.”

You fear you might disappoint him, but he just hums into another heavy sigh, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “Of course, baby. Wanna shower with me?”

You nearly moan at the thought alone, picturing the hot water rolling across your aching muscles. “Oh my god, yes.”

He giggles, filling your ears with its pleasant sound until he eventually pulls away enough to look at you. “Good, because you smell like Jake’s cologne anyway.”

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Skin Deep - A Morning Surprise

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: This is a request mixed in with my own need for writing a period sex fic. This is my first one so I’m a bit scared if it hit the mark or not. I hope y’all enjoy ❤️

**Again, this is a kind of blurb/oneshot that exists in this universe but doesn’t fit into anywhere specifically for the series**

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI! (Unprotected sex, this has mentions and descriptions of blood obviously because it’s period sex. So if that makes you feel icky, stay away.)

Masterpost

Skin Deep Playlist

Fingertips skitter across your bare hip, the touch so faint it’s barely detectable at first. You’ve technically been awake for a bit now, but have spent the last hour or so tossing and turning. If you were to guess, it’s late morning based on the sun bleeding into your lids — a day off for you with nowhere to be with his bed is becoming more comfortable than your own lately. He hasn’t nudged you awake yet, letting you coast along that limbo of consciousness, the state where you’ve never felt comfier and sleep never appealed to you more. You could spend the entire day like this, nestled in the fluffy duvet while wrapped in Josh’s warmth. 

He quietly stirs beside you, enough to start drawing patterns along the dip of your curves, the silken soft touch dancing across the goosebumps rising on the surface of your skin. Your body moves with it, falling in line with the dance of his hand. A tiny groan rumbles in the depths of his throat as his thumb begins to rub with more purpose, massaging the thick flesh of your upper thigh.

He slides in closer to you with a gentle shift of his weight, molding his bare chest against your t-shirt covered back. His fingers slip instinctively beneath the band of your cotton panties with ease, feeling across the delicate softness of your hip.

In the time you’ve been with him, morning sex has become a sort-of ritual for you. As quickly as it’s becoming a common occurrence, he doesn’t rush it, exploring and worshiping every tiny freckle, every faint stretch mark, every dimple in your skin as if it’s the first time his fingers have brushed over them. 

He nestles his face into your hair, filling himself with the scent of your shampoo through each sleepy inhale, his tickling breath between kisses to the back of your neck causing you to squirm against him. His arms tighten around you from the deliberate roll of his hips that pushes his growing erection against the contour of your ass. A muffled moan slips past your lips into the pillow from his fingers diving between your legs and the head of his cock giving you a wakeup call.

His index finger parts you with a teasing swipe, slipping through your wetness in a single pass. You arch your back into him, spreading yourself in the need for more. There’s no distinct technique to the movement he’s doing as he’s still shaking off the remnants of sleep himself. It’s relaxed, almost lazy the way his hand moves over you, tucked away in the safety of your thighs.

After a few minutes of getting you ready for him, he hooks his fingers around the band of your panties and tugs them down your legs with your helping kick, tossing them somewhere onto the floor to be lost. He flips you onto your back in a fluid motion, slotting himself between your open legs and lifting up your shirt over your head. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers searching across your chest, and reach for him blindly as drowsiness still weighs heavily on your lids, keeping them mostly shut. Now exposed to the air, his mouth finds your nipples first, sweeping over to feel them harden against his full lips. His cock, now fully hard, taunts you with each nudge against your inner thigh while he commits all of his attention to your bare chest. With a broad, teasing roll of his tongue around one of your nipples, he sucks it into the warmth of his mouth, letting out a pleased sigh when your hands comb through his hair as you lift your hips in search of him. 

You tug at his loose, sleep-tousled curls, humming his name. “Josh…That feels so good.”

He pulls his mouth from your breast only to mumble against the supple flesh, dragging the words out in a raspy drawl, “Fuck, I love it when you say my name, baby.”

Under different circumstances, you would normally throw a smartass remark his way, or even tease him further if it wasn’t for his tongue licking across your tits. You only whine as he draws the tip of his nose up the column of your neck, placing wet kisses along the way before bringing his lips to yours. You’re barely awake, but you already feel drunk of the sweet, muskiness of his natural scent soaking into the crevices of your brain. 

 As the kiss deepens, you let your fingers drift across his ears, feeling the cold silver jewelry decorating them. You’re eager, perhaps even more so than he is for once, and lick into his mouth with fervor. You’ve become more familiar with the metal bar fastened in his tongue in the passing weeks, and think of catching the piercing as a little game between the two of you in moments such as this. Although he relinquished it to you without much of a fight this morning, running the tiny ball across your tongue with every leisured pass of his. 

Propped on an elbow, he grasps himself in a tight fist and drags the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness he’s helped create. His movements are slow and lagging, as if he’s drugged from the feeling of you alone. You would stay like this forever if you could, but you need him. Your nails drag across his scalp while silently pleading for him to finally enter you with a lift of your hips.

He grants your wish without a protest by pushing himself into your entrance with a gentle rock forward. Since you’ve chosen to skip the foreplay this morning, the slow stretch of him stings more than usual. He hears your sharp, staggered breath, and fights his body’s natural intuition by guiding his cock into your pussy with careful, precise thrusts that inch him deeper. 

You tighten around him once he bottoms out, ripping the groan residing deep within his chest. You both take the moment to adjust while he’s buried completely inside you, muttering incoherent thoughts into the dense air. He rolls his hips, whispering your name sewn together through a string of curses.

He begins to build a steady rhythm, gliding into you with purpose once he’s able to ground himself. Your legs instinctively hitch around his slender waist, pulling him even closer and driving his cock to your limit. The feeling of filling you up causes his head to drop into the crook of your neck while his hand braces your hip with each languid thrust. You intertwine your body with his, bringing your fingertips up to skate across the smooth planes of his back to feel the lean muscles flex beneath them.

Mornings like this one have never been a contest —  the pressure to perform is lost somewhere along with your desire to roll out of bed. All you care about is feeling him, hearing the song of soft whimpers as he loses himself in you.

Suddenly, a wet, warm sensation floods between your legs, causing him to slide in and out with more ease than what you’re used to, as if he had dumped an excessive amount of lube on himself without warning. He seems to notice the change in your body as well, grunting curses into your ear before huffing, “You’re so fucking wet.”

As if pulled by a magnetic force, he reaches down between the gap of space to feel your arousal for himself with his fingers. Thinking he might bring them to your clit, your poor excuse of focus floats to the ceiling — your mind lost in the warmth of him locked inside you. It’s only when he stops moving altogether that your gaze falls back down to find the cause.  

He’s balancing his weight on his other arm, giving you the chance to see that he’s coated in streaks of vibrant red, a hue similar to the large roses placed on the divots of his hips. Not only do your eyes widen, but your mouth falls open once you see the splotches of crimson smeared across his inner thighs, cock that’s still half inside you, and trimmed patch of hair above it. His open hand hovers above you, his unmoving fingers covered in your blood as well.

After taking a few seconds to gather his thoughts, he giggles to himself while pushing his cock fully inside you, “Well…I guess you’re not pregnant.” 

While he throws out the dumb, albeit light-hearted joke, you’re mortified at the scene before your eyes, flushing with the heat of embarrassment that prickles across your cheeks. Not only does the thought of starting your period mid-sex with him feel borderline humiliating, but knowing you’ve also stained the luxury sheets in the process makes you want to run out of the room and crawl into a hole. 

You jut out your hand, placing it firmly on the left sparrow inked on his chest to stop him from moving, snagging his full attention. He looks up with that beaming smile that always seems to be plastered on his face, but immediately catches your expression that clearly doesn’t match his own. His quickly contorts into confusion when you stutter through an apology as you begin maneuvering out from under him. “I-I’m so s-sorry. I didn’t know it was starting-“

He shakes his head, cutting you off almost instantly. “Wait a minute, why are you sorry?”

You retract your hand away from his chest, gesturing to the bed with anxiety seeping into your voice. “Josh…your sheets?”

The playful grin returns to his face as he huffs out an amused laugh. “I don’t give a fuck about the sheets, baby.” He then emphasizes his lack of worry by wiping his wet fingers across his lower stomach, painting a red stripe across the inked skin, and dips down so his face hovers inches from yours. 

You’re a little surprised at his casual indifference, as they aren’t a cheap retail buy from what you can tell. These are expensive, silken soft, crazy-high thread count bedding — most likely a present or an item he had chosen specifically. “You don’t care?”

“Why would I care about something like that? I get the gift of fucking you and having the chance to feel you cum on my dick.” He gestures between your legs with his eyes and a raise of his brows. “This is the least of my worries.” He adjusts, lowering his body so it’s flush against yours and switching arms to bring his clean hand up to your chin as he continues with a dry laugh. “Besides, it’s going to take a lot more than a little blood to scare me off.”

You can tell he’s trying, so you smile back at him hoping it will help calm your nerves, but you’re struggling, over-thinking all the past experiences you’ve had with ex-lovers. It’s stirring up the emotions of the ones that treated you like you were gross, that you were suddenly undesirable because of it, that you were an inconvenience in some way. He lays patiently on top of you, noticing the rabbit hole of intrusive thoughts you're falling into and rubs his thumb across your jawline, letting his soothing voice drift into your ears. “Hey, don’t get stuck in your head over this, okay?”

“I know.” You mutter the weak response, dropping your gaze to his mouth and away from him altogether. 

He senses the discomfort hanging over you, and sweeps the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip to coax your line of vision back up to him. “Look at me.” The sunlight filtering in through the shades brings out the honeyed quality of his eyes as they search yours, like he’s able to read the passing thoughts in your head behind them. As light as his voice stays, there’s a true sincerity to the sentiment. “Fuck all those dickheads that made you feel shitty about this. I’m not them, okay?”

A faint smile tugs at the corner of your mouth before you finally give in. “You’re right.”

As genuine as the moment is, that little mischievous grin has broken free and starts to form at the corner of his mouth, telling you his dirty mind is working overtime. He kisses down the valley between your breasts, giggling into the skin, “Ya’know, I don’t think I’ve earned my redwings yet.” 

Once your very distracted brain puts his words together, your visceral reaction is to stiffen and grasp onto his shoulders in a state of panic. “Josh! I fucking swear to God, I will kick you off this fucking bed.”

Booming laughter erupts from his chest as he pulls himself back up to your face. “I’m kidding!” He closes the short distance between you, leaning in the last few inches, and kisses the corner of your mouth, mumbling, “I’m just kidding, I promise.” You do your best to keep your lips in a tight line, eyeing him down with a look of disapproval on your face. He pauses long enough to meet your stare until he lifts a brow. “…Unless?”

You scoff with a forceful shove on his shoulders, scolding him louder than you intend to, “Oh my god, Joshua!” You start to shimmy out from under him by scooting up the bed even though he would call your bluff in a second. “That’s it. You’re done.”

He wraps his arm around your midsection, pulling you right back into his warm embrace and chuckling in your ear, “Hey! Hey, I take it back. I promise.” It doesn’t take much for him to have you giggling with him, and fills the room with your shared laughter in seconds. “C’mere, baby.”

You hold his face between your hands, squishing his cheeks against your palms. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

He breaks free by bringing  his hand around your chin and guiding you into the kiss he places on your lips, one that’s able to bring you back to the seriousness of the moment while being affectionate and reassuring. When he starts to feel them move with him, he breaks away to litter your jawline with headier kisses. Up until now, he had stalled inside you, but slips himself back inside and moves again as he asks in a sultrier voice, “But did they fuck you like I do?”

The question shouldn’t surprise you coming from him, but it still causes your broken breath to catch in your throat regardless. Comparing Josh to the ones in question was no contest, so you’re being honest with the answer, “No.”

“Did they make you feel as good as I do?” The heat of his whisper sends a shudder down the length of your spine.

“No,” Your voice cracks, making you swallow back the dryness on your tongue that your ragged breath has left you with.  

A new type of blush blooms in your cheeks, the same feeling that twists the coil of your building climax within your core. He swaps hands again, letting the stained one trail down the length of your body. You can’t help but squirm from it, secretly hoping that those fingers find the spot where you want them most.

His hand lingers on your hip as he continues to fuck you at a unhurried pace, fingertips pressing into the soft skin. The cockiness that always seems to lurk around in his demeanor makes a reappearance in his tone. “Do you want to stop?”

He knows damn well that you don’t, given the faint mewl that slips into the air. “No…please don’t stop.”

Hearing the plea, he smiles against your throat, dipping his hand between your legs once more, only this time to trace patterns with his middle finger across your swelling clit. “Then only think about me, baby.”

You jolt at the feeling, finding that you’re already so sensitive before he even has the chance to start. He gauges your harsh reaction, and reacts by softening the pressure of his fingers to circle the bundle of nerves with a featherlight touch.

But you don’t argue. There’s no excuses left for you to throw out with the way he’s taking care of you now. You sigh a heavy breath into submission, basking in the sensation of the dreamy flicks of his tongue licking across your skin and the matching speed of his fingers working your aching cunt. 

You feel across his bicep holding his body above you, the muscles of his shoulder until you pass along the contour of his strong neck. His eyes flit down at you through his sleepy lids, and seals his admiration for your naked form with a praise, “You’re so beautiful. God, you feel fucking amazing.”

You smile back at him while you burn the words into memory. He watches as rolls his fingers, slipping them in your arousal,  and dipping his head to giggle into the pulse point tucked below your ear. “Does it feel good?”

You nod against him with a pitched hum, raking your nails across his back for your good measure. He writhes from the dull sting you cause, sucking in a sharp breath through his perfect teeth while the muscles of his jaw strain against your palm.

He grunts, clawing at the cream-colored sheets next to your head as his own pleasure starts taking hold. “Yeah? Then let’s make a mess, babygirl.”

Your impending orgasm builds quickly from his timed thrusts falling in unison with the movement of his slender fingers. He’s explored the intricacies of your body many times over, experienced you enough to know what makes you tick, what sends you hurling off the edge and into the sea of euphoria. Knowing all this, he keeps you there, suspended right on the cusp of your release as long as he can.

He withdraws from you and grasps your wrist before you can complain, directing your hand down to his throbbing, hard cock. You hold it as it pulses and twitches against your fingers while he groans in need, “Feel that? That’s all for you.”

He re-enters you, breaking your hand away from him once he buries himself to the hilt. While your movements are listless, his lips crash into yours, showing you that his desire for you is just as strong as it’s ever been, if not more. 

As much as he’s teasing you along, you feel more connected to him than you ever have now that you’re sharing this new level of vulnerability with him for the first time. You give into the urge to feel him, letting you fingers brush along the shaved sides of his head before weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck as you whine out,“Baby…Josh, please. I’m so close.”

His cock is sticky and hot with your scarlet slick, mimicking the overwhelming heat of his breath clinging to the vulnerable expanse of your throat. “Let go for me.”

That you do. 

You listen to him without another second of hesitation by letting go of the looming anxiousness and fear you carried all this time when it came to your period and intimacy. You allow yourself to trust him fully, and you’re more than grateful for that, because you’re here reaping the benefits of that trust. He’s tugged you along for the climb with a gentle hand, only to nudge you off the edge into a free fall. Vivid colors flash and stars burst behind your closed lids as the rush of your orgasm surges through your veins from within your core. 

As you descend the high, he pulls his hand from between your legs and hooks your knee around his back, leaving trails of red behind along the skin. Neither one of you could be bothered to care nor pay attention as you’re being consumed by lust created together. With a sharp hiss through his teeth, he directs his focus to increase the power behind the movements while maintaining the rhythm he’s kept up, causing the lewd sounds of his hips smacking into the back of your thighs fills the room.

Your walls have fluttered around him through your release, causing any composure he has left to dissolve away in mere seconds. His hands are desperate to find any free place on your body they can, using the firm hold to ground himself through it all. His climax staggers behind yours in faltering half thrusts and the cry ragged breaths and moans. He empties inside you, fucking through the reward of his cum until the overstimulation becomes too much for him to bear.  

His limbs are shaking too much to support his weight, and he collapses into your embrace. You’re satisfied with the goal of making a mess with him, roaming your fingers over the sweat-dampened skin to pet through his hair. 

Once he’s gathered the strength, he props himself on your knees and slowly retreats his softening cock from inside you. You both assess the evidence, realizing that he’s completely marked with you with a swipe across his forehead, dragged streaks across his torso, back, stomach and legs as well as his fingers coated to the knuckles. You look down at yourself and instantly grimace seeing that you are in a similar state as him and that the sheets are no better as they reveal paths of red from desperate hands.  

You try to sit up cautiously with his help without success, and let a curse slip when you plop back onto the bed . “Oh fuck.”

He reacts with a comforting laugh as he shifts off the mattress, and stands before you with open hands. “Don’t worry about it, baby. We have a shower and washing machine.”

You’d hate to admit how good he looks painted like this — in something that would have horrified you otherwise. You distract yourself before your thoughts wander too far by picking at the stains on that bedding that resembles  a crime scene more than love-making, and release a defeated sigh laden with your guilt,  “I think these are completely ruined, babe.”

Josh grabs your hand and  pulls you to the floor on your feet, guiding your attention away from the bed and back to him. His body connects with yours as he whispers softly into your cheek while his hands travel over you. “Hmm, well I think that calls for a trip to the store, then.” He ends the suggestion with a chaste kiss to your lips, smiling against them as he adds in a playful tone, “I also think it’s a sign I should keep stuff in the bathroom here for you.”

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Skin Deep

Moodboard created by @jakekiszkasleftnutsack, story edited by @garbagevanfleet

Credit to @kiszkasun for providing the wonderful edits of the guys for inspo 🖤

The amazing Tattooartist!Jake moodboard created @pennylanefics that sparked this idea weeks ago 🖤

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word count: 12.3k

A/N: @asparrowofthedawn planted this idea in my brain, and I couldn’t function until I wrote it out. She’s been such a gem giving input and support throughout the week. It wouldn’t have been brought into existence if it wasn’t for her ❤️

Also, this is a smut fic with the twins, so if that is not your thing- please keep on scrolling. It’s my first one, so I’m nervous about that. Feedback and thoughts are always welcome and my inbox is open!

**Disclaimer: As someone with multiple tattoos, I tried to make this as realistic as possible. That being said, it’s not going to 100% accurate of the tattoo experience. Please don’t come for me**

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit material a MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral m!receiving, oral f!recieving, fingering, biting, slapping, dirty talk, spit kink, sitophilia - food/drink play, praise kink, soft!dom, teeny bit of restraints if you squint, let me know if I missed something!)

Masterpost

You pull open the door to the shop, greeted instantly by the chime of the tiny bell that alerts the staff of your presence. Looking around, it appears to be like any standard tattoo parlor, with its walls covered completely with framed pictures of flash art and leather-covered bench seats lining the waiting area. It’s dead quiet aside from the music playing over the speakers from the back room, and there’s no one to be found. 

Confused, you pull your phone out to check the time. 

11:48. Lunch time. 

You chew at your lip, waiting a few seconds before deciding to turn back to the exit, only to be interrupted by the sound of a man’s voice.

“Hello!” 

It’s friendly and upbeat, making you spin around on your heels to find the source. With a name like, ‘The Edge of Darkness Tattoo’, your mind has conjured up some interesting characters, so you’re more than shocked when a young man walks out from behind a curtain -  heavily tattooed as you’d expect - to find his place behind the counter.

 His laughter is muffled into the paper napkin that he wipes across his mouth. “Sorry about that, I was just eating some of my noodles and wasn’t sure if I heard the door open.”

“Hi,” you respond, letting your nervousness shake through your voice as you take small steps forward. You’ve had a few negative experiences with tattoo artists in the past, so you’re not ready to give up the apprehension just yet. “And that’s okay. I didn’t realize what time it was. I can come back later-“

He cuts you off with a wave, and displays a warm, reassuring smile, “Don’t be ridiculous. What brings you in?”

“I-uh. I have a t-tattoo design.” You stumble over your words, but you clear your throat and start over. “I’d like to make a tattoo appointment.”

“Fantastic! I can certainly set that up for you.” He wiggles the mouse to the computer in front of him and starts tapping away at the keys. “Artist?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Did you have an artist in mind?” When he realizes you’re still a few feet away, he ushers you forward,  “Come on up here! I promise I won't bite.”

You shuffle forward with nervous laughter escaping from the corners of your mouth, “I don’t know any. This is actually my first time here. My best friend was the one to recommend this place to me.”

“Perfect! I love having new clients. So, here’s what we can do. I can look at the design you brought in and then we can discuss the artist that would be the best match for what you’re looking for. Sounds good?”

A smile forms on your lips as you start falling into the rhythm of his energy. “That’s great. It’s on my phone though. Is that okay?” 

“Of course! Honestly, you should see the crazy stuff that people bring in sometimes. I’m pretty sure someone doodled their idea on a Mcdonald's napkin for me once.”

Now that you’ve left your once-looming anxiety at the door, and shuffled a bit closer, you’re able to take in the details of his appearance. The sides of his hair have been buzzed, leaving his tousled curls to rest at the top of his head and down the back of his neck. His ears are exposed, showcasing the thin golden hoops in each lobe, as well as the industrial bar through the right. The sharp angle of his jawline leads your eye to the trimmed goatee on his chin and mustache framing his full lips. The vibrant floral tattoos on his neck peek out above the collar of his cream-colored crew neck with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows, allowing you to look at the artwork that filled every inch of space from his bare forearms down to his knuckles. Admittedly, you’re a bit surprised to see that his face is mostly clear from piercings other than the tiny metal hoop on the left side of his nose.

God, he’s cute. Like really cute. 

You try to shove away your attraction for him by unlocking your phone and tapping on your photos icon to pull up the pictures of your design in question. Even though your shaking hands are causing you to fumble with your phone, he waits patiently for you.. 

“Here it is,” you mumble under your breath when you find the right picture, and you turn it around to show him. 

“Wow! That’s a big piece!” 

“Uh, yeah. Is that okay?”

“Fuck yeah!” He leans in closer to get a better view, blessing you with the musky scent of his cologne that’s layered with sweet notes of vanilla. You don’t even realize how close you’ve been leaning in to chase it until you smell the mint from his gum. He coos softly, coating the words with a slight raspiness, “Ooh…that’s sexy. I fucking love floral pieces like this. Where are you wanting it?”

“I was thinking about the upper thigh and hip area,” you explain, pointing to the area on your body in a general motion of your hand.

“That’s going to look fucking sick.” He reaches forward, cupping his hand around yours to get a better look at the image on your screen. You’re in denial with how flustered he’s making you, distracting yourself from the warmth of his hand on your fingers by looking up at his face. Your eyes are captured by the fond smile tugging on his lips as he zooms in and out of the picture with his index finger and thumb. “Man, as much as I would love to do this for you — and as much as I hate to say this —  I think Jake might do a better job.”

You’re entranced in his aura, only mere inches away from his face, sucked into the gravitational-like pull he has. Somehow, you manage to ask in a quiet voice, “Jake? Does he do pieces like this?”

He straightens to a standing position, breaking the closeness between you. “Yeah! Well, he will fight me on it, but he tends to do more black and gray. Actually…hold on. Lemme pull out the books.” He leans down behind the counter and lifts two leather-bound books that are similar appearance to photo albums. He opens one that has “Josh” written in gold script across the front, and starts flipping through it. “See, I’m more of a lettering and bold line work guy myself. A little more color than Jake does.” He hums to himself and shrugs. “Flowers like the ones you want aren’t out of my comfort zone though.”

You are in awe of his talent as you watch him flip through each page, “I see that. It’s really beautiful work, and I’m guessing you’re Josh?”

He flashes an award-winning smile, revealing the tiny gap between his two front teeth and the dimple on his left cheek. “The one and only.”

It earns him a bashful smile and a soft giggle from your lips, creating an undeniable moment of tension between you. Your heart flutters wildly in your chest, causing your eyes to drop down to your hands while he grabs the second book to open and flip through. He’s pausing on each piece, giving you the time to study Jake’s portfolio of work. You wish you could say you were paying attention at first, but your eyes seem to act on their own, drifting up to Josh’s mouth instead. Deep in concentration and unaware of your shameless gawking, he plays with the ball of his tongue ring against his teeth and lips while flipping through each laminated page. 

Your eyes never stay on the artwork for long before they flick back up to Josh, and as if the universe is playing a cruel joke, he catches you the last time. Embarrassed, you quickly avert your eyes to anything else in the room, but before you can, you catch a glimpse of the grin forming on his lips.

You’re positive a telltale blush shows on your face as a wave of heat rises from your chest, and your train of thought is completely derailed. 

After sitting in a too-long moment of silence with the only sound filling the room is the pop! of his gum, he shuts the book, and clears his throat before asking, “So, what are you thinking?”

“Huh?”

An airy laugh flutters from his throat. “Which artist would you like to book with?

“Oh!” You consider your options, even if you're afraid to disappoint him by ultimately taking his initial advice. “I think I agree with you on picking Jake.”

“Solid choice. I promise I’m not offended.” He nods and shoots a playful wink. You stiffen and scramble to come up with an explanation, but he cuts you off before a word leaves your mouth, “Hey, I’m just playing with you. Relax, mama.”

The gentle touch to your arm and term of endearment makes your head spin.

“Okay. So, let’s look at his next availability. Which seems to be…hold on.” He clicks his tongue over his teeth as he scrolls on the mouse. His eyes light up and meet yours, “I think you lucked out! Looks like he has an opening next week, but it’s the last booking of the day. Is an evening appointment okay for you?

“Yeah, I think so. What time does the shop close?”

“We aim for eight depending on who’s working that day, but Jake likes to stay late and fit people in when we can.”

“Will you be here?” You blurt out the question before you can reel it back on your tongue. You’ve found a sense of comfort in his presence and taken the chance it might put your mind at ease to know the answer. 

As if he can see the gears in your head turning, he adds, “I will. Don’t worry. Jake is one of the best artists here so trust me on this, but he’s also booked for the next six weeks, unfortunately. And besides, having the shop to yourself is always great, and you won’t have to stress about anyone else popping in.”

You’re beginning to understand why he’s working the front counter here; his beautiful smile and kind eyes can probably sell you anything. Hell, he could pitch an offer for the giant glass bowl filled with mints that are sitting on the counter and you’d take him up on it. You didn’t need much convincing because this tattoo has been something you’ve wanted for months and months. He just happened to whisk away any morsel of doubt that had been lingering over your head. 

You hum in thought despite the fact that your mind is already made up. “That’s true…okay, let’s do it.”

He reaches out and gives your hand a tight squeeze. “Fuck yeah! Let’s get you set up.” 

Josh spends the next ten minutes discussing the details of your design and quotes you on a price based on the time and space required for the piece. You fill out paperwork as he takes a deposit, reserving your appointment for the following week. He suggests emailing your ideas and images to Jake directly and hands you one of the business cards that has his information on it. 

You flip the tiny rectangle-shaped cardstock in your fingers. “Could I have yours as well?”

“Sure!” He reaches over and plucks his own card from the stack and hands it to you. “If you have any questions, concerns or if something comes up and you need to reschedule, please don’t hesitate to call or text me. You can call the shop too, but good luck on getting someone to pick up.” 

You giggle at the thought and start making your way toward the door. With your back pressed up against the glass, you wave with a farewell. “Thanks for everything, Josh. Guess I’ll see you next week, then.”

He gives a final smile and waves back as you push the door open. “See ya around.”

A week later you’re back in the shop thirty minutes before your scheduled appointment time. You frown when Josh isn’t standing behind the counter, but you wait for someone to greet you, checking out the selection of jewelry in the glass display case as well as the flash albums sitting on the counter. You hear the faint sound of music and footsteps coming from upstairs. 

Maybe they didn’t hear me come in. 

You walk towards the stairwell and call up to the second floor, “Hello?!”

A male voice echoes back, “I’ll be down in a second!”

After a few minutes, you hear the shuffling of feet coming down the creaky stairs. You see the worn black vans first before you’re greeted by the rest of the man wearing them. Once he comes into full view, he says in a friendly tone, “Hey there!”

He closes the distance between you and extends an open hand for a shake. He’s another young man like Josh, dressed in dark wash jeans that are cuffed at the ankles, and an almost entirely open chambray button-up, rolled up to the elbows to expose his tattooed arms and chest. 

How many cute guys work here?

“Hey!” You offer a hand and ask, “So, you must be Jake?”

He accepts it, wrapping his other hand around yours, encapsulating it in his warmth, and flashes a smile that seems a little too familiar as he answers, “That’d be me. You’re my eight o’clock?”

You nod, making him release your hand and shift a little on his feet while he sweeps his fingers through his long chestnut brown hair. “So, uh, I’m just wrapping up some of the finishing touches on your design, but it should only be a couple more minutes.” He gestures to the stairs behind him. “You can follow me upstairs to wait on the couch… if that’s more comfortable for you?”

You suppose you are a little earlier, so the extra wait doesn’t bother you. “That sounds great!”

You follow him when he leads the way up the wooden staircase, stopping to admire all the artwork covering the narrow walls. To your surprise, the second floor opens up into a large open space. A subdued glow coming from desk lamps illuminate the room, casting everything in a brooding, gothic feel. The wood flooring brings out the richness of the emerald green painted walls, and in the center, there is a dark, studded leather sofa that matches the wall color. Framed artwork and oddities fill the space. Your eyes scan over a variety of things like flash, band posters, mounted bugs, taxidermy pieces, swords, a vast collection of records with a turntable, dried flowers, and everything in between. Looking around, there appears to be two main work areas set up in opposite corners, with the furniture breaking up the space in the middle. 

Turning to you slightly, he gestures to the couch with an open hand. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. It shouldn't be longer than a few more minutes.”

You sit down, dropping your purse by your feet to settle into a more relaxed position, anticipating that you might be here for a while. You pick up one of the tattoo magazines off the coffee table and start flipping through it to pass the time. Glancing over the pages, you see Jake sitting at a desk working away on an iPad. It’s deathly quiet except the music that’s set at a low volume playing over a Bluetooth speaker. 

You try not to stare, but you can’t help watching a talented artist at work. His long hair has fallen from his shoulders, causing the wavy, slightly-knotted tendrils to frame his face as he looks down at his work. You’re mesmerized by his graceful beauty, noticing little details like how his full, bottom lip pouts out from him being so hyper-focused. His hand sweeping across the screen with the pen being held between his fingers is the only thing pulling your attention. At one point, he becomes annoyed with his hair being in the way, and combs it back in a loose bun, securing it with the hair elastic that was wrapped around his middle digit. The way he's bent over, gives you a view down his chest from his shirt being so open, but you’re too far to make out any of the tattoos covering it. 

When it seems like he’s about ready to finish drawing, you try to busy yourself with anything else but him, so he doesn't catch you as Josh had done a week prior. You end up scrolling aimlessly through your phone, flipping through several apps until you hear a chair being pushed out across the floor. At first, you are startled by the scraping sound of metal against wood, but the reaction shifts to excitement when you look up to see Jake walking over to you. 

By the expression on his face, you can tell something is bothering him. “Sorry about that. The last guy took longer than I expected and — uh, never mind, you don’t want to hear about that.” He shakes his head, shooing away the thought. “Honestly, I really just wanted to make it perfect for you.”

“I appreciate it! And it’s okay, I didn’t mind waiting.”

He sits on the couch next to you and hands the tablet over with the design displayed on the screen. “What do you think?”

The amount of raw talent he has blows you away, exceeding every expectation you could have, like he’s plucked the vision straight from your brain. You gasp in awe, zooming in and out of every detail. “It’s so beautiful!”

A prideful smile forms on his face and he settles a few more inches, getting close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body as his leg presses up against yours. The proximity allows you to smell the teakwood notes of his cologne and the cinnamon candy that he’s rolling around in his mouth as he talks. “You sure? If there is anything you want to change, I would be more than happy to do that.”

You swear you’re able to feel his breath fan against your neck. “I think it's perfect.”

He leans in more, pointing to the different details of the design with the pen, “See, I thought that this part would be a nice touch, right?” He pats your knee before giving it a gentle squeeze. “I think it makes it unique to you.”

The way he emphasizes the last word with that low gravelly tone to his voice sends a chill through your spine. You squeak out while handing the tablet over, “I love it.”

“Okay, great. I’ll go ahead and get the stencil ready then. We can go from there to see how it fits in the spot you want.” He stands to his feet with the tablet in hand, and disappears into a hallway out of your sight, leaving you alone on the couch. 

Another door on the opposite side of the room opens and closes, and a trail of footsteps follows it, growing louder and louder as they approach. You hadn’t seen Josh yet, but you weren't aware that anyone else was here in the building. You twist around on the couch and see a recognizable face presented in front of you. 

He’s dressed differently tonight, wearing a white t-shirt that showcases more tattoos than before, jeans, and a pair of scuffed white vans. The things that haven’t changed are his welcoming eyes glimmering in the light when they meet yours. He chimes across the room in an upbeat voice, “Hey, you!”

“Hey, Josh.” You keep your voice light and casual, hiding the embarrassment from how he’s already making you feel.

He stops in his tracks and turns towards you with a pained expression on his face. “Okay, now I feel bad that I don’t remember your name.”

You wave him off through your giggling, “I don’t think I gave it to you.”

He rolls his eyes, albeit playfully. “That doesn’t change the fact I’m the dumbass that didn’t ask.”

You give him your name and hear it called back to you in his voice. To avoid feeling flustered like you did the last time you spoke to him, you dare to change the subject. “Ya know, you and Jake look like you could be brothers.”

He huffs a boisterous laugh, throwing his head back with a hand placed over his chest. “It’s funny you say that. We’re actually twins.”

Your mind connects all the dots, comparing their similarities and differences the second the words hit your ears. You allow a grimace to spread across your features when you realize how awkward it was for you to say they were related just now. “Oh shit, how many times a day do you hear that?”

He shrugs as walks over to the couch you’re sitting on and props his elbows on the back of the furniture. Leaning forward, he teases you with that cheeky smile, “Don’t worry, you have plenty of time to come up with original material.“

You scoff and just as you’re about to face away from him, he reaches out and taps your shoulder. “Can I tell you something?”

“Shoot.” Your heart starts racing with the possibilities running wild in your mind.

The smile on his face shifts to a nervous one and his eyes drift up to the ceiling for a few seconds before they fall back to yours. “I’ll be honest, I half-expected you to cancel tonight.”

“You thought I would wuss out?”

His eyes widened from the implication, afraid that he offended you. “No! No. Nothing like that.” He pauses, searching through his mind to find the right choice of words, “It’s…you just didn’t seem all the way committed to getting it when we talked last week. Like I was pressuring you into it or something.”

You didn’t realize you were being that obvious about it. 

Your eyes drop to your hands as you pick at the cuticle on your thumb. “I guess I am a little nervous.”

“Yeah? That’s pretty normal for a big piece like this.” He shifts back on the heels of his feet and brings a hand up to his neck, rubbing the muscles, “I still get nervous sometimes.”

“I heard it was in a painful spot too?”

“Yeah, it can be with any sensitive spot and anywhere you don't have a lot of padding over bone is going to be a bitch. But don’t worry, you’re in good hands. Jake is a gentle lover.” He suddenly makes a displeased face, giving away that the last part accidentally slipped out when he forgot that you were still a client. 

You control the smile that’s threatening to show on your face as you unwrap the mint that you’ve taken from the jar downstairs, popping it into your mouth, “And what about you?”

His mouth falls open, but no words come out. Instead, he decides to watch the way you roll the candy around on your tongue.

“Okay, let’s go ahead and see how these look-“ Jake’s voice echoes from the hall, but he cuts himself off once he sees you and Josh staring at each other. It only takes a second for a knowing grin to spread across his lips. “Am I interrupting something?”

Josh clears his throat and pushes himself off the edge of the couch, fighting back the smirk that’s creeping up with each passing second. “No, just chatting.”

You notice that Jake’s changed from the button-up into a comfortable black t-shirt, showing you the extensive work that covers both of his arms. He turns to face you, offering you a warm smile and a gesture of his hand over to the mirror. “Shall we?”

You leave your stuff where you are while he gathers his supplies and follows you to the full-length mirror set up along the wall. 

Standing before it, you remember the area you’ve chosen for your tattoo, and ask, “Should I take off the thong too?” 

You thought it was a reasonable question, but you second guess yourself when he coughs loudly. A heat of embarrassment flushes in your chest when you watch both of Jake’s brows raise as he swallows harshly, “Uh, well, no... I-I don’t think you need to do that. Just lifting the dress will be fine.”

He gathers a disposable razor and a plastic squirt bottle that’s filled with a light green solution in his gloved hands and crouches before you. You pull up your dress in your hands for him, bunching the fabric up in your fists right under the band of your bra to reveal the black lace thong you’re wearing. 

“May I?” He asks softly, and you nod in approval. You feel anxious, jittery even, like every inch of your body is buzzing with nervous excitement to the point you think you’re shaking uncontrollably. 

A shiver rolls through you the second the squeezes the bottle of green liquid onto your skin. “That’s cold.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, while he wipes away the soap solution that’s running down your legs with a paper towel. “Guess I should have warmed it up for you.” 

You blush at the thought, watching him in the mirror while being completely transfixed by the simple action until his next question whips you back into the present. 

“Is it okay if I move this strap?” You glance down to see his large, dark-chocolate brown eyes looking up at you. 

“S-sure,” you mumble back when you process the fact he’s referring to your underwear. 

He hooks his thumb under the lace band and lifts it over your hip bone, moving it away so it won’t get wet. The stream of water ventures further into your inner thigh and the valley of your hip. Satisfied, he begins to glide the razor in precise strokes across your leg, pressing into your skin every so often with his fingers to get a close shave. It feels wildly intimate to have him do this, even if you’re convincing yourself that it's standard for his occupation.

You peek over your shoulder to see Josh staring at you, hands folded lifelessly in his lap across the screen of his tablet. His eyes are fixated on your backside, making you realize that your ass has been on full display for him the entire time. You’re thankful that you chose to wear this set tonight, especially the panties because of the heart clasp where the straps meet in the back. His gaze climbs up the curves of your body until it finally meets your eyes. He’s far enough away, but you swear you see a blush pinkening his cheeks. 

You cock your head to the side, silently calling him out. His dumbfounded expression shifts into a devilish grin, but Jake interrupts his thoughts before he can say a word.

“Hey man, could you give me a hand over here?” Jake calls out over his shoulder as he dries you off with another paper towel. 

Josh stands from his chair and pads over, well, nearly skips over to you in a matter of seconds. “What’s up?”

“Can you grab that stencil for me?” Jake asks him as he peels the gloves from his hands, pointing to the table, Josh hands them to his brother and walks behind you. He flips through them, and says, “So, I blew this up to a few different sizes.” 

Josh’s fingers ghost up the small of your back to collect the parts of your dress that have slipped from your hold. You catch the pitchy breath that wants to escape your lips, but you can’t suppress the arching of your back to press your ass into him. 

“You like that?” He whispers inches away from your ear, sending a shudder down the length of your spine. 

Jake holds up the largest stencil to your leg for you to look in the mirror, walking you through the process. “I think this one is the best because of how it fills out the space here.” He wraps his now bare, yet steady hand around your hip, pressing softly into the supple flesh to rotate you slightly. He turns his head to the mirror as the pads of his fingers graze you, trailing across the sensitive skin of your upper leg with a barely-there touch. 

“Black?” Josh taunts in an amused hum, quiet enough for only you to hear, “I definitely took you for a pink or red kind of woman.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and for a moment, you worry that your knees might buckle under you as Jake goes on explaining as though Josh isn’t practically purring in your ear. “It just flows perfectly with your curves here.” He meets your gaze directly with the darkened pupils and his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, giving your hip a deliberate squeeze. “Whaddya think?”

“He’s right, y’know? Your body was made for this.”

Jake’s crooked, half-smile causes you to believe that he might have heard his brother. It’s a miracle that you haven’t melted into the cracks of the floor beneath your feet. The ability for you to concentrate on anything is thrown out the window with Josh’s warm breath cascading across the back of your neck with his twin kneeling before you, but somehow you’re able to release a shaky sigh, “I think it looks amazing.”

He nods and looks up over your shoulder. “Josh?”

Josh hums in thought as he peers over you and down at the reflection of the stencil held up to your upper thigh. “I agree with that placement. It’s gonna look fucking sick.”

He’s so close that you can feel the tip of his nose against the shell of your ear. “Might have you bend over the table so I can double-check his work from the back.”

Your face flushes with heat and you clench your thighs together in need just as Jake sets the stencil on the table. He claps his hands together in excitement with a pleased breath of laughter to himself. “Fuck yeah. That settles it then.”

You catch the cool scent from his mint when he asks, “Still need my help with your dress?” 

You don’t need to respond. He already knows the answer. 

Jake gloves his hands again, taking his time to clean and prepare your skin with an antiseptic soap. He proceeds to spray a solution to the area and begins the process of laying down the stencil. You’re able to keep the strap of your thong out of his way with Josh helping you hold up the back of your dress. With a careful touch, Jake presses the thin transfer paper to your skin in its chosen spot and starts smoothing it across your leg with gentle sweeps of his palms. 

He slowly peels it away to reveal the dark purple outline of your design, giving you a little preview of your new tattoo. He releases a heavy sigh of relief once the paper is completely off, “We even lucked out on only having to do the stencil once.” 

“Don’t miss me too much.”

Just as quickly as it all happened, it was over. You’re left standing alone, feeling flustered and in disbelief that it even happened in the first place. As you question the grip you have on your sanity, Josh saunters off back to his work desk while Jake escorts you over to the table he has prepared for you. 

“Go ahead and lay down on the table here. Get as comfortable as you can, but I know that’s easier said than done on those fucking things.” 

You crawl up on the Saran-wrapped vinyl furniture that resembles a large massage table. It’s padded enough, but you can tell that it’s going to cause your muscles to ache after a few hours. 

Once you find a relaxed position that’s mostly laying on your left side, you lift the bottom of your dress so that it’s cleared away from your hips and legs. 

Jake’s back is to you as he sets up his station, and asks over his shoulder, “What kind of music do you like?”

You blank out for a moment, forgetting everything you’ve ever listened to, which makes him chuckle under his breath. “Think about it while I get this set up. I’ll have Josh play whatever you want on the Bluetooth speaker.” 

You let nervous laughter flutter from your chest. “I saw you had a record player and a collection?”

He spins around in his chair with his face lit up, beaming with enthusiasm from your observation. “We do! We use it a lot when we aren’t in the middle of a session. It just really sucks having to get up and flip it over.” He lifts his hands to show you the tight black latex covering them. “Gloves and whatnot.”

“Oh, I gotcha.”

The next ten minutes go by quickly as he explains the process to you, step-by-step. While he rambles on, you look around the spacious room as he goes onto the next steps of wrapping his work area, and machine, filling tiny ink capsules, and gathering all his supplies together. 

Once he has everything laid out in front of him just the way he likes, he scoots in close and flips on the machine, firing it to life. “Ready?”

You sigh through a weak smile. “As I’ll ever be.”

He pats your leg in reassurance, “The first few lines are the worst, but it gets better…well, until the very end. Just let me know when you need a break, okay?”

You reply with a final nod.

He’s right. The needle puncturing your skin is a hot thrumming scratch as if a pissed-off bee has stung you and decided to drag its ass across your flesh. It’s painful, but not unbearable. Soon, your adrenaline and endorphins kick in, and it subsides into a dull sensation after a few minutes — just as Jake predicted. You’re thankful he doesn’t have too heavy of a hand, and that he works quickly starting from the bottom portion of your thigh. 

Josh has put on the music you requested before he starts to clean up around the space, assuming it’s to close up the shop for the evening. He doesn’t hold your attention long when Jake engages in some small talk, asking you mostly about your family, friends, and work. 

When your answers begin to trail off and shorten, he picks up the slack in conversation. He talks about his passions outside of tattooing, which you find out are music and cooking. You learn that he’s a confident guitar player as he tells you about the band he’s formed with his brothers, including Josh, as well as Sam, who you find out is the shop’s piercer, and that they happen to play local gigs on the weekends. 

You listen to his soothing voice over the harsh buzzing roar of the tattoo machine, allowing your eyes to close as you find the calm space tucked in your mind. As the minutes turn into over an hour, it becomes harder for you to stay in that place. He checks in on you a few times, but you’re adamant to say that you’re fine and that you don’t need the break he suggests. 

You’re fighting your body’s signals, struggling to stay still on the table while he works. When a low groan of discomfort escapes you, he suddenly lifts the needle away from your skin, noticing that you’re grimacing in pain with your face buried into the crook of your elbow. He taps your shin instead of bringing the machine back to your leg, and you pull your arm away now that it has become damp from your hot tears.

You prop yourself up on your elbow, and the confused look you give him makes him take a deep breath and push away from the table. He looks at you with an expression that’s filled with concern like he’s tossing around the thoughts in his head for what to say. “So, here’s what I’ll do-“ He pauses when you stiffen, but holds eye contact. “We’ll get through this outline tonight and then I think I’ll have you come back in a week or so to do the shading and color.”

Come back in a week. 

A pout slips through and tugs at your bottom lip. 

He laughs softly through a joke to reassure you, “No charge of course.” 

“You just want an excuse to see me again,” you quip back, allowing a weak smile to break through your disappointment.  

He gives a half-hearted shrug with a nod. “That might be true, but it’s clear that I’m hurting you right now.”

You try to save face with a joke of your own, “Isn’t that what they say? ‘No pain, no gain?’”

His shoulders fall and he gives you a look of defeat. “Why is it always the pretty girls that say stuff like that?” He scooches the chair on its wheels, close enough that he’s almost hovering over you. “Listen, It’s only going to get worse and I can't in good conscience — torture you for the next couple of hours just to get it all done tonight.”

You’re a little upset at yourself for giving him the impression that you can’t sit through an entire tattoo, releasing a deflated sigh from your lungs, “…Okay.”

Sensing the instant shift in your mood, he adds, “Hey, you’re doing great, okay? I do not doubt in my mind that you could power through this with no problem….but I’m also not gonna lie to you and say it’s not killing me to see you cry.” A playful smile makes an appearance when he mumbles softly, “…at least like this.”

Your jaw drops and hangs open, making him laugh and raise his hands defensively. 

He straightens and huffs, “Oh I’m sorry, is Josh the only one allowed to flirt with you?”

“I heard that!”

Jake’s eyes stay locked on you as you both smile at each other, and while completely ignoring his brother, he asks, “You’re okay with that plan?”

“I guess so,” you say through a heavy sigh. 

“You’re killing it.” He sets the machine down and stretches his muscles while still sitting in his chair, wincing in pain. “Although, my back is fucking killing me.”

“Because he’s a bitch that doesn’t stretch as much as he should!”

You giggle at the brotherly banter, craning your neck to look for Josh. Jake lowers himself and whispers, and you nearly moan at the feeling of his breath hitting your skin, “Don’t listen to him. He complains more than anybody here.”

“Somehow I believe it.”

“You have no idea.” The scent of cinnamon hits your nose with how close his face is to yours. He doesn’t linger long before rolling back to his position by your legs to rinse off the area. “So, let’s take a fifteen-minute break and knock out the rest of this outline.”

You were hopeful that the short break would help, but it hasn’t. Your skin is so raw and sensitive that each pass of Jake’s steady hand feels like a white-hot knife being dragged across your leg. 

Your hands are balled into fists as you desperately try to find your calm, happy place deep in the folds of your mind. Despite your best efforts, whimpers of pain and discomfort start leaving your mouth more freely.

You don’t notice Josh walking up to the table until you barely hear his voice over the machine. “Nice. It’s looking great already.”

Their voices seem distorted and far away like you’re stuck in a type of lucid dream state. 

“I’m trying to wrap this up for her. She’s fucking over it, poor thing.” 

Josh hums in agreement. “How long?”

Jake clicks his tongue a few times, wiping over the area with a paper towel that feels like eighty-grit sandpaper. “Hmmm…I dunno, maybe thirty if she’s got it in her.”

Josh grabs a chair, settles in on its cushion, and pulls it right behind the head of the table. He gently taps your arm, getting your attention, and coos softly, “You doing okay, sweet girl?” 

You nod, sniffling back the tears. 

He rubs your arm that’s still draped across the middle of your face. “You’re doing great. You think you got another half an hour in you?”

“Yeah,” you answer, muffling the sound of your voice into your forearm. 

“Atta girl.” You can picture the smile on his face as he says it, making your heart skip a beat. 

Josh hooks his left arm under your head to hold your right arm while rubbing circles across your shoulder and down your back. At first, you flinch and lock up, making him say, “Try to relax for us, it hurts the tenser you are.”

You welcome the embrace, melting into his comforting touch. He adjusts with each deep breath you take, and you find yourself nuzzling your nose into his bicep to smell his cologne and the fresh linen scent of detergent off his t-shirt. 

You feel his breath hit your temple, “You’re such a badass. It’s gonna all be worth it, I promise.”

The next thirty minutes feel like a blur thanks to Josh distracting you from the pain. Although, the way you’re melting into his body with Jake’s arms pressing against your thighs stirs a unique feeling between your legs. 

“Okay,” Jake says finally, shutting off the machine. The blanket of quiet calmness that drapes over you feels like a blessing. “I think you’re done for the night.”

Josh mumbles into your hair, “You fucking did it.” He loosens his embrace and slips his arms out from you. 

Jake takes extra care in rinsing off your leg with the same green solution as before and dries it with paper towels. As soon as he feels you’re cleaned up enough, he offers a bare hand. “Wanna take a look?”

You’re pulled to a sitting position with his help, and you take a minute to stretch out your stiff muscles. Your feet hit the ground like you’re a newborn baby deer, almost toppling over if it isn’t for Jake holding onto your hands. He walks you to the mirror and your jaw drops to the floor when you see your reflection. 

The mixture of emotions you’re experiencing hits you like a freight train. You’re not sure whether you should cry, laugh hysterically, or stand in complete shock in front of the mirror for hours — perhaps a combination of all three. 

“Holy shit! Oh my god! This is incredible!” You take a few steps closer to the mirror, turning your leg side to side to see how the new addition of ink looks on your body. 

He’s standing behind you, peering over your shoulder when he asks softly, “You like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” you squeal in excitement, turning around to face him. You’re not sure what comes over you at this exact moment, it could be a mixture of desire, tension, or even fatigue with some leftover adrenaline, or maybe it's just pure attraction to him that motivates you, but you reach out and cup his face in your hands. Bringing him forward, you smash your lips into his in a more aggressive kiss than either of you anticipated. He must not have expected it from how he flinches back slightly, but only for a second before he reconnects the kiss, deepening it. 

He brings his hands up to weave into the tresses of your hair and snake around to the nape of your neck. The hours of build-up from sweet praises and gentle caresses are making you feel bold, and you flick your tongue across his lip in a hungry need for more. 

His full, pouted lips part without a second of hesitation, and he slips his tongue across yours. You’re both trying to be mindful of the massive, fresh tattoo on your right thigh, but your impulses take over for a few seconds longer than they should’ve. You tug him forward with a hand around his hip, and for a fleeting moment, you feel him harden beneath his jeans when he presses up against your left hip. 

Jake is the one to break the kiss through a low groan, eliciting a whine of complaint from you. He doesn’t let go, however, but instead smiles against your lips, releasing a breathy laugh, “Whoa. Hold on, dove.” The pad of his thumb sweeps over your cheek as the spiced, smokiness of his breath fans across your lips, “Trust me when I say we wanna fuck you, but I need to wrap your leg up first. Can’t go destroying my best canvas, can we?”

You’re not sure if you hear him correctly, so you pull back, confused, and mumble, “W-we?”

He cocks an eyebrow and licks across his bottom lip. “Oh, I just thought Josh here was making it painfully obvious how bad he wants you.”

You glance over Jake’s shoulder to see Josh sitting in the same chair as before, now with a leg crossed over the other and his hands locked behind his head. The expression he’s wearing on his face is a smug one, and he only responds to your questioning look with a playful grin and a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. 

Your knees are wobbling for an entirely different reason as you walk the short path back to the table. The air is heavy to breathe, thick from the borderline-ferality between the three of you. Jake places a kiss on your lips while you lift yourself on its edge, and scoot back enough for him to wrap your leg. 

The next sound you hear is the chair behind pushed out from under Josh’s legs as he stands to his feet. 

He leans in on his extended arm placed behind you, and lowers himself to whisper in your ear once again. “I’m impressed. I was beginning to think you were just gonna walk right out of here after all that teasing.”

You want to say something back, but all you can do is mewl from the relief of cool water from Jake’s bottle rolling down the sides of your leg.

Josh nips the soft spot below your ear, causing you to lift your hips and clench your thighs before Jake places a firm hand on your belly. He breathes in a deeper voice that makes the wetness pool between your legs. “Are you gonna be a good girl? You’ve done such a good job for us tonight.”

He follows it with a sultry growl vibrating against the shell of your ear. “I bet that pussy is so fucking nice and wet, isn’t it? How bad do you want two cocks tonight, sweet girl?

Jake snaps at his twin, “Josh, would you cut it out? She’s squirming all over the place and I’m trying to lay this fucking Saniderm down.”

Josh huffs an irritated laugh, but behaves to the extent that he’ll settle for placing wet kisses on the path between your shoulder and your ear. 

It takes all of Jake’s attention for him to apply the giant cling-wrap-like bandage to your tattoo with delicate precision. And knowing what’s about to transpire, he takes extra caution and adds a second gauze sheet over it for padding, securing it with black, medical foam tape. 

Josh cheers the second Jake finishes wrapping you up, “Finally! I think it’s about time that we fucking celebrate. Wanna smoke?”

As much as you love to share a cigarette with him, you decide against it and shake your head to turn down his offer.

Without skipping a beat, Jake wheels his chair over to his work desk. “I have some whiskey that I only break out for special occasions. Want a drink instead?”

Josh places an open-mouth kiss on your neck as you are about to respond, causing the sound to come out more like a pitiful moan than a real word, “Sure.”

While his brother digs around the cabinets of his desk for the bottle of liquor, Josh walks around the table to stand in front of you, holding his open hand out for you to take, “C’mere, sweet girl.”

The staggered walk over to the couch is interrupted by Josh kissing you like he’ll never get the chance again. You can’t help but note how it’s completely different from his brother, how it’s not gentle or paced, but rather a clashing of tongues and hungry nips to your lips. It’s an insatiable type of hunger you’re not familiar with, but find that you’re craving every second of it.

He balls up the fabric of your dress and yanks it over your head in a swift motion, tossing it somewhere behind his back. He grabs a generous handful of your ass, squeezing it into his palm before sliding both hands along the curves of your body. His dull nails drag up the length of your back until his slender fingers meet the tiny clasps of your bra. With a flick of his tongue across your teeth paired with a precise pinch of his fingers, the garment is free from your chest. 

He doesn't break the kiss as he guides you to the couch, laying you across the shined, leather furniture on your back. Slotting himself between your legs and propping his weight above you, the frenzied kisses finally leave your lips to trail across your jaw, to the sweet spot of your ear, and down the side of your neck. They’re wet and sloppy, touched by the warmth of his breath through each heavy pant against your tacky skin. The soft hairs of his mustache tickle you, turning you into a writhing mess as his lips explore the intricate details of your body. Acting from your desires, you hitch your left leg around his waist as he rocks his hips into you, catching his concealed erection against your lace-covered pussy. In the passion of tangled limbs, he’s still careful of your freshly tattooed leg draping off the side of the couch. 

His lips graze from the hollow point of your throat, feeling the erratic beating of your heart against his mouth, down between your breasts until he wraps them around one of your bare nipples. Your hands fly up to find his face, and you let your fingers feel across the plush, buzzed hair along the sides of his head before they dive into the loose curls. 

A pull of his locks between your curled fist sends a raspy groan from his mouth onto your skin with his nose pressing into the supple flesh of your breast. He laps his tongue over the sensitive bud, rolling it into the intoxicating heat of his mouth.

As much as he wants to stay here worshiping your naked chest for hours with no end in sight, he’s too impatient to finally taste you. His tongue leaves your overstimulated nipples to trail down the center of your abdomen, across your navel, and down to your left hip. He sucks a splotchy pink love mark on the thin skin, soothing the sting of it with a delicate lick of his tongue. 

You couldn’t care less from the way his breath fans across your body, clinging to the wet lace of your thong between your thighs. He’s only inches away from where you want him most, and he’s making sure to keep you on edge as long as he can. 

Between chasing the feeling of his mouth, and him sinking to the floor on his knees, you are now sitting upright against the back cushions of the couch. You’re in a special kind of daze, pulled under the current of your circumstances. You don’t even notice Jake’s presence until you feel his weight shifting across the leather next to you. 

You watch as Josh leans back on his heels, and tugs his white t-shirt from his body. Your blurry, out-of-focus eyes start at his beautiful smile, scanning to his floral tattoos covering his neck, and down over where they connect to his chest piece where two sparrows are placed among a bed of flowers, one on each side. He takes away the chance for you to look farther down when he brings his lips to your inner thigh once again. 

“I hope you didn’t forget about me, dove,” Jake croons in such a delectable voice that makes you feel like you’re vibrating from the inside out. His fingertips trace across the softness of your jaw just as Josh eases your thong carefully down your legs. 

“No! No… not at all — oh my god!” You cry out the second Josh licks a languid stripe over your once-hidden clit. Somehow, you have forgotten about the existence of the piercing until he presses the tiny metal ball to your bundle of nerves, making you nearly leap in the air. 

“Fucking show off,” Jake curses under his breath, causing Josh to chuckle with his face buried between your legs. 

Feeding off the spark of jealousy, he guides you into a heated kiss with a hand around your neck, cupping your chin in his fingers so you feel the cool metal of his rings. It’s different from the first he had given, and as you fight in this sinful dance for dominance, it’s clear to you that he’s winning. Maybe it was meant to distract you from his brother, or maybe it’s due to the fact he’s no longer holding back like he was before. 

He sucks a mark of his own beneath your ear, one that will be sure to turn a lovely shade of purple by tomorrow morning — another thing to remember him by. The sensation of Jake’s teeth raking across your throat as Josh rolls deliciously slow circles over your clit, overrides your brain’s basic functions. Every thought and every one of your senses is consumed by them, even to the point where the throbbing pain of your tattoo ceases to exist in your mind. 

“Feeling a little thirsty?” Jake hums into your cheek as he caresses a middle finger from your throat and down the center of your chest. 

“Mmhmm.’” The whimper you give is pathetic at best, just as he likes it.

An expert flick of Josh’s tongue makes you roll your head back and clench your thighs around his head, but the soreness in your muscles makes you wince. “Careful now, dove.”

Through your fogged vision, you peer through half-closed lids to watch Jake take a swig from the bottle. He leans in, placing his thumb on your bottom lip, signaling you to open for him. You’re eager, allowing him to spill the shot of whiskey into your waiting mouth. It burns in the best way as you swallow it down, feeling the warmth in your belly, with his palm resting around your throat. The grasp tightens right as he licks across your mouth, wiping away any of the liquor that has spilled from your swollen lips. He hovers right at your ear, sending the growl straight through you, “You do exactly as you’re told, don’t you?”

The way Josh is sucking your clit, babying it, nurturing the building orgasm in the safety of his mouth like no one has done before causes the bindings of your composure to untether without anyone there to save you.

Pleased with the sounds rattling from your chest, Jake taunts the two of you, “We can’t leave Josh out, can we?”

The mention of his name causes his eyes to open and flick up to meet yours. The lust-blown pupils are almost black with unbridled desire, abandoning that playful, rich-toffee color you admired earlier in the evening. Now that you are taking in the sight of him more clearly, you see his right hand wrapping so tightly around your leg, that his fingertips are pressing hard enough into the thickness of your thigh to leave little indentations. You’re able to make out the tattooed letters on his knuckles now that he has your focus, reading the letters, “L O V E” on each finger.

Jake brings the lip of the glass bottle to your sternum and tilts it slightly to pour the amber liquid onto your smooth skin. It drips down your belly in cascading streams, causing you to suck in a sharp gasp between your teeth from the sensation. Before you can react, Josh rushes to leave his spot on your clit, lapping up all the spilled alcohol that tries to trickle down your sides. Jake huffs an amused laugh that drapes across the sticky skin on your neck, “Another one of his party tricks.”

You’ve now brought a hand up into Josh’s hair, using the loose, messy curls as reigns. The smooth, undoubtedly-expensive bourbon mixing with the taste of you, and the way you’re yanking on his hair has flipped an internal switch. The movements of his tongue are no longer gentle and delicate, because he’s devouring you as if his life depends on it, and the lewd noises he’s creating should’ve embarrassed you if you weren’t too bothered to care.

Your eyes are clamped shut so tightly that bright splotches of color begin to burst behind your lids as the impending orgasm twists in your belly with each passing second. Jake is already taking note of the signals your body is giving, telling him that you’re close; watching how your cheeks and chest flush a vibrant pink shade, the raggedness of your breathing as your lungs ache for air, to the way you’re clawing at the top of his thigh and fabric of his shirt. Enamored by the sight of you, he leans in and bites at the tender flesh of your neck, sucking a pattern of marks over your breasts while he plays with your hardened nipples between his fingers.

Jake breathes in a sticky voice like it's coated in golden honey, “You enjoying yourself, sweet dove? I bet you taste fucking phenomenal. I gotta make sure to have you all to myself next time.”

Another pair of fingers tease around your entrance, causing a pathetic plea to rip its way from your lungs, “Josh…please!” 

The teeth of his perfect smile press against you as he considers making you beg again since your voice sounds so pretty saying his name, but he decides to give in by slipping his fingers inside. The warm, wet strokes of his tongue paired with a coaxing curl of his two longest digits along your sweetest spot almost cause you to unravel in that very moment. The hard bridge of his nose is nestled right against your clit when he starts to thrash his head back and forth, not caring that you’re nearly ripping his hair out from his scalp. 

It’s merciless. 

The passion at which he throws you into the wall of your first orgasm is unprecedented. You could have been coming for three seconds or three hours on his tongue, but it made no difference in the end. You might’ve even blacked out, but you’re not entirely sure about that either. He stays there, regardless, with a clamped hand around your leg, licking you up until the point where overstimulation starts to take over. 

When you finally regain the ability to open your eyes, you look down to see him smiling at you with the bottom half of his face drenched in your arousal. The shine on his lips glistens in the light, and it almost makes you sad when he starts to wipe it away with his hand. 

“Now it’s my turn to play,” Jake declares into the humid air as he starts to shift his position on the couch.

You shake your head, and before he can ask why, you place your hands firmly on his chest and push him back toward the arm of the couch. He tumbles on his back, taking you with him. He doesn’t complain nor resist in the slightest from you taking charge. Returning the favor, you lick and bite your way down the vulnerable skin of his throat, feeling his adam’s apple move beneath your lips. Kissing your way along his jawline to his ear, you roll the silver hoop decorating his lobe along your tongue. He grabs you by the waist, rocking you over his lap while a whiny moan from him echoes in the room. 

Breaking away from his neck, you sit back on his thighs and start pulling the embossed leather strap through the large buckle, trying your best not to get distracted by the outline of his cock hidden beneath the dark-wash jeans. 

You whip the belt through the loops with an aggressive yank of your wrist and toss it somewhere across the wooden floor, hearing the metal clank against its surface. Once his jeans are unbuttoned, you slip your hand beneath the denim as well as the cotton of his boxer briefs. The exposed band of stomach showing beneath the bottom of his shirt quivers from your gentle touch. Your fingertips run around the warmth of his body, passing over the trimmed hair beneath his waist until you feel the suede-soft skin of his cock. You glance up to see his eyes fixed on your hand as tiny puffs of air leave his open mouth. There isn’t much room for your hand to move in his pant leg as you reach farther down, but you’re shocked by his length when you feel only him. Through an arguably smug laugh, he lifts and helps push his pants down enough that you’re able to release him from the restriction of his clothing. 

With the sheer weight and size of him in your hand, you can’t help your eyes from widening in unfiltered awe. You begin stroking him, watching the beads of precome leak out and catch the light as they drip down. You settle on the couch, lowering your body across his legs in a more comfortable position. 

Right as you’re about to bring the head of Jake’s cock to your waiting lips, you catch the sight of Josh walking past you with the zipper of his jeans opened, stroking himself in lazy pumps of his hand. He doesn’t let your eyes linger more than a second or two before he’s out of your line of vision. 

I guess they really are twins.

Jake’s fingers sweep the fallen hair from your face to get a better look at you. You look up through your lashes just as you flick your pointed tongue along the underside of his length, watching as his eyes roll back behind his heavy lids. 

It might be your only chance of the night, so you jump on the opportunity to tease him. The combination of barely-there brushes of your lips and kitten-licks of a soft tongue is making him shift and squirm beneath you. It’s obvious he’s fighting the urge to take control as his fingers fidget on his lap in building anticipation for what’s to come. 

“Come on, dove. You know I’ve been thinking about those pretty lips wrapped around me all night.” His voice is thick, laden with pure eroticism.   

The confession disguised as a praise  sends a wave of aching need for more. Without wasting another second, you guide him along your flattened tongue, swirling it around every inch of his length. Adjusting to how he fills your mouth, you bob your head slowly with your hand stroking what your lips can’t reach. 

Your attention is drawn away from Jake when you feel the weight of Josh’s knee pressing into the leather as he climbs on the couch behind you, but you still don’t stop the movements of your head. His fingertips are the first thing to touch you, making your back arch from the feeling. They dance across your spine, tracing down the finer details which causes a pitched moan to vibrate around Jake as he nudges the back of your throat. A firm hand kneads your ass, and you swear you can hear his breathing start to quicken over the sound of Jake’s. 

You’re startled when his open palm cracks against it from a forceful slap without warning. It stings as the blood rushes to the surface to leave a reddened print, making you clench your thighs together.

It’s when those fingers roll over your overstimulated clit, that you gasp, gagging on Jake’s cock. The sound and feeling cause a curse to slip from his parted mouth, followed it a loud groan, “Fuck! That dirty little mouth of yours.”

If the tears welling in your eyes that coated your lashes didn’t cloud your vision, you would be able to see Jake’s head whipping forward with his thick brows pinched together when he pushes your head down on him. 

With his hand wrapped around the thick base of himself, Josh taps the head teasingly on the swell of your ass a few times. You wiggle your hips, chasing him as he inches closer and closer before his twin takes notice of his intentions. 

Annoyed with him, Jake scoffs, “Why do you get to fuck her first?”

Josh huffs a dry laugh, quipping back, “Because I do everything first, you prick. I’m five minutes older.”

“That’s a stupid fucking rea-Ah! Oh, fuck!”  A certain lick of your tongue as you ignore their banter causes him to grunt the curses mid-sentence, stopping the thought in its tracks. He pauses to collect himself, gripping your hand as he warns through shallow breaths, “Slow down, baby, or else you’re gonna make me cum soon.”

Josh takes the cue and glides himself into your pussy with a deliberate push of his hips. A ragged, borderline-primal growl rips from the back of his throat the second he bottoms out. The position of his hands slips from your hips down to your waist with a roll of his body with his cock buried deep inside. 

He whines, succumbing to throes of pleasure already, “Oh my — fuck! Fuck, you feel so so good, baby.”

The feeling elicits a similar reaction from you, making you crane your neck so you can watch him slowly retreat from you. His eyes are fixed down at himself being coated with you, slick from your arousal. The unhurried push back into you causes his eyelids to flutter closed. The lean muscles of his abdomen, ones hidden beneath the tattooed skin, flex, and twitch with each stroke. The image of the two large roses on each of his hips, placed on the curvature of his slender stomach, snags your attention the longest before Jake’s fingers hook your chin. 

The slow, subtle grinding of his hips transforms into powerful thrusts, knocking the air from your lungs and causing Jake to slip from your mouth. With your face resting on the softness of his tummy, the strokes of your hand are listless at best. Your cries mix with the distinct sounds each time Josh’s ink-decorated thighs connect with your ass. The broken phrases from him are incoherent, but by the way his movements are starting to stagger in rhythm, he’s closer than you expect. 

Suddenly, with his hand gripped tightly around your waist, he pulls himself from you. You might have complained about the empty feeling you’re left with if you didn’t feel his knuckles brush across your skin with each frantic stroke of his loose fist. His trimmed nails scratch along the small of your back as he falters through a violent shudder, and spills his warm release over the curve of your ass with a breathy string of curses tumbling from his lips. 

Breaking the silence between you, Josh mutters in a strained voice as he pats the other cheek, “Don’t move.”

He stands to his feet, collecting himself through steady breathing as he walks across the room completely naked without a care in the world. Jake takes the moment to tip your chin up and lean down to place his lips to yours, persuading you into a sensual kiss. You don’t dare move an inch as you feel Josh’s release dripping down the back of your leg. Thankfully, he returns within the minute, bringing a warm, damp towel to clean you with. 

After his brother is done taking care of you, Jake bolts upright on his knees, sending you crashing into Josh’s chest, pinning his brother beneath you against the opposite arm of the couch.

You erupt into a fit of giggles as Josh curses from the new position you’re both in. You’re wearing an expression of shock, but Jake only reciprocates with an amused raise of his left brow. “You really thought I was gonna be patient all night?”

Just as Josh had done minutes beforehand, Jake reaches back between his shoulder blades, and rips his black t-shirt off, throwing it somewhere onto the floor into a crumpled pile.

It’s the first time you’re able to see his bare torso so close to your face. Even so, your eyes can’t seem to focus on one thing in particular with the lack of lighting, but what you’re able to see is the distinct outline of a skull with a sword through it in the center of his chest, surrounded by roses and plumes of smoke. It would take you hours of tracing over every line, every inch of the art-covered skin to fully appreciate it all. 

He looks above you, locking eyes with his twin through a silent exchange as if they communicated in an unspoken language. Josh hums in approval, and rubs his hands down the length of your arms before wrapping his long fingers around your wrists. He lifts your hands, and folds them over each other to pin them both behind your head. 

Jake’s eyes find yours for a second, and you swear you can see darkness swirl within the irises like the unforgiving waters of a rough, uncharted sea. His gaze floats down from your face, pausing on your rising and falling chest before it eventually settles between your legs. He wraps his arm around your left thigh, leaving your right untouched, and pulls you up onto the tops of his legs. 

He slips the head of his cock over your clit, causing it to shine in your wetness. With a nudge of his fingers at his base, he guides himself in a teasingly slow pace down to your entrance. You’re impatient and desperate, lifting your hips to take him in. He bites his lip through his intense focus, finding that he doesn’t even have to push, and lets the release of your muscles do the work for him. He slides in effortlessly, stretching you inch-by-inch to the hilt. You both exhale through a strangled gasp, and he stills for a minute, feeling the tightness of your walls clench around him. 

His eyes close just as his head rolls forward with a breathless laugh escaping his chest, “I fucking hate when he’s right, but oh my god your pussy is incredible.”

Josh sings into the tresses of your hair, “Like heaven.”

The skull on his hand stares back at you when he places his palm on your belly while he thrusts deep and slow in each calculated roll of his hips. The added pressure on your stomach as the head of his cock brushes against the special spot with the pad of his thumb rubbing over your clit drags you off the edge into your second orgasm. 

Your upper arms ache as they strain through each flexing muscle you have to endure. It seems rather inconsequential because you don’t even feel like you're present with your physical body with time itself feeling irrelevant. Sounds become muffled like you’ve stuffed balls of cotton into them, even if at one point you’re sure you were screaming.

Jake’s not far away from that place himself, catching up quickly as he rides through the crashing waves of your climax. You wish to have each sway of his tangled hair or how a thin sheen of sweat has coated his body burned into your memory. 

You can see the internal battle he’s fighting with his temptations from the look in his eyes that are hidden behind his furrowed brows. He hisses through clenched teeth when reluctantly pulls out from you, and because of the timing, it doesn’t even take a full stroke of his hand before the ropes of his warm come splatter across your stomach. You flinch at the feeling, and Josh releases his hold around your wrists so you can relax them by your sides. 

The three of you take the following minutes to come down from the collective high as your breathing starts to calm down to a normal level. No one has said anything for a while, so you decide that you’ll be the one to break the tension first, “So… do you take credit cards?” 

Josh barks out a hoarse laugh, “Shut the fuck up.”

Jake adds to the laughter, and runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. He slowly maneuvers off the couch to a standing position beside you. “I think it’s safe to say this one might be on the house.”

Tucking himself back in his jeans while simultaneously looking for the washcloth, he turns to his brother and instructs, “Josh, go ahead and disinfect this couch again.”

Josh groans in annoyance while falling back against the arm of the couch, pushing his sweaty curls from his forehead. 

You’re given a new towel to wipe the evidence from your stomach as Jake collects your dress and underwear off the floor and hands them to you. “Here, dove. The bathroom is down the hall and to your left if you want to clean up a bit.” He then looks to Josh, addressing him directly, “Let’s lock up so we can get her back home for round two.”

You feel like you’re weightless, floating across the room, and only making it halfway to the bathroom when you hear Josh blurt out, “Round two?!” 

I think we have something here. 

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Skin Deep - Part 10.1

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka x f!reader x male OC

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: This chapter is going to be broken into three separate parts for the sake of keeping it from being too long and to have consistent updates.

**While this part doesn’t have explicit queer sex scenes, it does set up for it for following parts. If this is something that does not interest you, this is your warning for the entirely of chapter 10. **

I’m quite anxious about this one you guys. I love this OC so much and I’m stoked to share and introduce him to this universe. It’s not perfectly edited so be gentle for that.

As always, I appreciate all the love, support and feedback yall give me ❤️

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, tobacco use, LGBTQ dynamic between characters/themes

Masterpost, Part 9 2/2

It’s late evening — way past the regular business hours, so you have to use the spare key the boys made for you and enter through the back door of the shop. You clumsily shuffle through the hallway due to your hands being full from the bags of carry-out you picked up on the way over. 

Sam must’ve already cleaned up and headed out based on the strong odor of glass cleaner assaulting your nose as soon as you walk through the curtains. Music is playing upstairs, which is something you’ve come to expect whenever there’s a human presence in this place. What takes you by surprise is the amount of boisterous laughter cutting through it.  

You wrestle, adjust your loot, and begin making your ascent on the staircase. Jake is in his usual spot when he’s not with a client, hunched over at his desk working on a design, leaving Josh and the man he is tattooing as the culprits for all the noise. Normally, you wouldn’t bat an eye at whoever happens to be in the chair after the last incident, but something about him seems different.

What you can pick up on during the short walk from the stairs toward Jake’s desk is Josh’s comfort with him.  He’s not putting on the customer service mask, laughing at bad jokes, and pretending to be interested in dull stories. He’s engaging in everything the man has to say, maybe borderline flirtatious from what you can already see. 

You step behind Jake, but he doesn’t hear you approach. You lean over and spot the white wireless earbuds he’s wearing and gently tap him on the shoulder, making him jolt a little. He stops drawing to pluck the left one from his ear and turns to face you.

“Hey,” he mumbles softly with a detectable exhaustion weighing on his voice. 

“Hey,” you greet back, hoping that your upbeat tone will help spark some energy in him. After setting the heavy bags of carry-out on the empty space on his desk to free your hands, you begin to massage his shoulders. He doesn’t put up a fight, and instantly drops his pen on the table to lean back into your touch.

“Fuck that feels good,” he groans and rolls his head as you knead the tight knots tangled within his sore muscles. 

“Long day?”

He releases a heavy sigh as you work out the tension in his upper back. “Yeah, and of course my last appointment was a fucking nightmare.”

He sucks in a sharp breath of pain as your thumbs roll over him. He’s stiff from his bad posture, but you don’t mean to cause him more discomfort. You relax your pressure and start rubbing the nape of his neck while you ask, “What happened?”

“Just the typical asshole that wants to micromanage the entire thing gets pissy about the price claiming he can get it cheaper somewhere else, and then whines and cries during the entire thing.”

You slip your hands down his chest as you lower yourself into an embrace and bring your lips to his cheek. “I’m sorry, babe. Sounds like you could use a drink and a hot shower.”

He huffs a dry laugh but leans into you while rubbing his fingers along your forearm. “I’m okay.” He gestures to Josh and his client as he continues, “Been trying to unwind for the past hour but with these fucking dickheads it’s almost impossible.”

“Who is that by the way?”

“Oh, that’s Kai, one of Josh’s friends with ben—“ He quickly catches himself and clears his throat,  “Uhh… I mean he’s a good friend of Josh.”

You try to not take anything he says seriously given the source, but what he’s blurted out takes you by surprise. Your mind isn’t playing tricks because you know you heard him correctly, but you ask anyway, “A friend with what?”

He breaks from your hold and pushes away from the desk while turning to face you in his chair. You’ve caught him and now all he can do is deflect. He shakes his head and waves a hand at you. “No, no, no. Just because you bring me food doesn’t mean you get to pull gossip from me.” Your smile and crossed arms threaten him but he stands his ground. “Go find shit out for yourself. Go on. Shoo!”

You scoff, “Are you fucking serious?”

He takes his food from the bag and starts to set up a spot to open it. “Yes. Now leave me to eat in peace, woman.”

You give him a heavy roll of your eyes even though he’s no longer looking at you and take Josh’s food with you on your short walk over to his area of the shop. He immediately senses your presence and finishes the line before lifting his head in your direction. 

“Hey, baby.” He breaks away from his conversation and looks at you with an infectious smile, and without control, you can’t help but smile back. 

As you step closer, you’re able to get a better look at his friend stretched out along the table. When you first walked in, you could see from a distance that he was covered in tattoos, but now you’re even more surprised that Josh was able to find a free space for another one.

“She gets to be called baby and I don’t?” The suspected Kai scoffs as he combs his inked fingers through his loose, raven-black curls that sit right at the nape of his neck. The calm cadence paired with the crackle of his raspy voice puts off an energy you can’t place. 

Josh giggles as he pulls another line across Kai’s stomach. “Well, for one, when you do the things she does with me, you earn being called baby.” 

He chuckles as if completely unphased by the needle penetrating his skin. “Where can I sign up for that?”

So they are flirting. 

You set Josh’s food down on a table and look over his shoulder to see the piece he’s working on. It’s a hand-sized pair of traditional-style, black, and gray scorpions on each side of Kai’s lower stomach between his hips. With the left side finished and wiped down, the right side is nearly complete. You note the bald spot on Kai’s stomach and imagine the process of Josh having to shave him with a careful hand. 

“How much does something like this cost? With all the detail and everything?” 

Josh answers without a second thought, “For him? No charge.”

“Really?” You hum. 

You flick your eyes up from Josh’s moving hand to catch Kai staring directly at you. His are unwavering, holding a rare intensity from the striking shade of green of his irises —  like polished stones of jade framed by dark lashes. They draw you in, locking you away in their gaze. A part of you feels compelled to break away, as if suddenly too embarrassed to look at him. You don’t, however. You allow your eyes to wander across the many body modifications of his face; the little tattoo on his right cheek, the silver septum ring beneath his nose, the pair of dimple piercings, and the two rings through each side of his bottom lip. 

As he studies you, his lips begin to slowly curl up over his teeth, revealing a perfectly devious smile that does nothing but make you weak and flustered. It’s emphasized but the barbells in his cheeks. Charming in the same way as Josh’s, although, with a certain feral quality that causes your thoughts to wander. With eyes staying focused on you, he directs his words to Josh, “How many times do I have to keep telling you that I don’t need free work? Let me pay you this time.”

It gives you enough of a chance to break your focus from him to finally look away. Josh mutters under his breath as he stretches to dip the needle into the ink, “No chance.”

“I’m Kai, by the way,” he introduces himself with an outstretched hand, ignoring Josh’s remark completely. You stumble forward to take it, feeling his soft, yet chilled fingers wrap around yours. You give your name, making his smile grow even larger.  “How do you know Josh?”

You try to convince yourself that he’s simply making light conversation and being polite. That the burning look in his eyes, the tight hold he has on your hand, even down to the drawl of his voice doesn’t mean that there are deeper intentions behind his interest in you. 

You’re the one to make the first move in pulling a hand away, breaking free from his grasp. You shift, straightening to stand with heat prickling the back of your neck and forehead. “Oh…well, I met Josh when I came here to get my thigh piece done by Jake.”

Kai pries his eyes away from you to shoot Josh a judgemental stare. Josh returns the glare and huffs with a defensive raise of his hands, “What?!”

He chuckles as he slips his hand beneath his head to prop himself up on the table.“So that’s why I haven’t heard from you.” He teases with a lilt in his voice and winks at you before adding, “Josh, you sly dog.”

Josh responds by smacking Kai across the arm and you have to hold back the laugh that tries to escape your mouth. 

“Ouch! What did I say?!” He cries out while rubbing his arm dramatically despite the cheeky smile plastered across his face. 

You jump in intending to change the subject, even if your curiosity serves as the driving force to your question. “So how do you guys know each other?”

“Oh, Josh and I go way back,” Kai answers with an exaggerated sigh. “I ‘ve been getting work done for years now…just can’t stay away from all the great prices and wonderful customer service.”

As they stare at each other for a few beats of time, you watch the blush pinken Josh’s cheeks before he forces himself to refocus on his work. “He just keeps coming back no matter how many times we kick him out.”

Kai quips back, “I’m a stray. I’ll hang around if you keep feeding me.” Josh laughs as he works, wiping away the excess ink from his skin after each skillfully placed line. It’s starting to feel like you're interrupting their moment at this point, so you turn to leave until he stops you. “So what’s your Twitter handle?”

Before you have a chance to respond, Josh cuts in with an aggressive shake of his head, “Oh no, she doesn’t do that, Kai.”

Confusion twists the features of his face, matching the expression you’re wearing. “Do what?” 

While a mischievous glimmer flashes in Kai’s eyes, Josh slowly lifts his head to you, showing a look of worry.

Kai adjusts as if he’s preparing to tell you the biggest piece of gossip, answering in a demeanor that borders on too relaxed, “Create content.”

While the words process in your brain, Josh’s face drops in disappointment. If his hands weren’t gloved, he would’ve smacked his hand to his face for added effect. 

Josh’s reaction causes everything to click into place, making you understand the implication. He means adult content. Your face prickles with heat from your mind running with the thought of it. “Oh...oh.”

Josh braces for your discomfort while Kai continues the small talk as if nothing happened. “So what do you do?”

The question is innocent enough, but the look behind it says otherwise. You laugh nervously, glancing down at Josh to save you.“Nothing that interesting I’m afraid. I’m a barista down at the coffee shop.”

“Good money there?”

“Kai…” Josh scolds softly. “Don’t listen to him, baby.”

He glances up, giving you an expression as if to communicate with you telepathically. Despite the warning, you decide to answer anyway, “Enough to pay my bills I guess. Why?”

Kai flashes another smile and shrugs. “Just curious.”

Before the conversation has a chance of taking another turn,  Josh butts in, “Oh would you look at that! You’re all done.”

Disappointment flashes across his face before he looks down at the new additions on his stomach. “Already?” 

Taking the cue, you grab your food and get comfortable on the couch while Josh starts the cleanup process and takes pictures of his work. You do your best to mind your business, keeping your focus on the takeout container balanced on your lap, but you see Kai carefully stand to his feet and walk past you in your periphery. He stops in front of the full-length mirror where you have stood many times before. He’s kept his shirt lifted away from the fresh tattoo with his pants riding so low you can faintly see the patch of his pubic hair peeking above the band of pants. You’re gawking now, staring at how he twists his body and flexes his toned stomach in the mirror. You’re quick to note how his build is similar to Josh’s. He’s lean but with a bit more muscle and a few inches added to his height. 

“These look fucking sick, Josh,” Kai calls over his shoulder as he admires the finished pair of scorpions. “Good choice on the placement.”

Josh chuckles, tearing the cling wrap away from the table. “I’m glad you like it.”

You check on Jake to see that he’s still at his desk, munching away on his food with his earpods nestled inside his ears. He glances up and shoots Kai an annoyed look, followed by a heavy roll of his eyes before taking another bite of his food. 

Josh pulls your attention away with a dramatic huff, “Are you done staring at yourself or can I bandage you up already?”

Kai turns, revealing an exceptionally cocky grin, “Why? Do you wanna stare instead?” 

“No, you idiot. I’m fucking starving and my food is getting cold.”

Amused, he takes his time making his way back to Josh, but you forget to look away, letting him catch you red-handed. He smiles, biting into his bottom lip with a wink sent only to you. You’d normally be irritated by a man with an ego too big for this room. But this one feels different. With a level of confidence that borders on arrogance, you believe it suits him — sex appeal radiating from every part of him. And with a single look, you find your heart racing. 

Standing behind Josh while he preps the bandages, Kai ruffles his hair, teasing him, “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”    

“Cut it out,” Josh grumbles, but you can see the smile spreading as he half-spins in his chair, reaching back for him. “Get over here.”

Kai steps around to face him, placing a leg between Josh’s open ones. A position where if he were to sit, he would be balanced right on his thigh. He looks down, watching as Josh peels the backing of the Saniderm and carefully places it on his skin. You recognize the gentle touch he’s using — the same one he’s used on you. His focus on Kai’s lower stomach is locked, brows furrowed in concentration while being mindful of his soreness as he presses the clear bandage down, even having to pull Kai’s waistband slightly to get the bottom edge to stick properly. Their proximity makes you blush — a closeness blurring the line of professionalism.

Kai extends a hand to slip his fingers through Josh’s curls again, but it’s far from taunting. He rests it there on the crown of his head, tugging his attention upward by the roots of his hair. You’ve seen that look in his eyes before — you know that look. You just can’t be sure who you’re more envious of, him or Kai. But seeing Josh cast under the same spell excites you, and makes that aching feeling throb between your legs. 

You see the harsh swallow in Josh’s throat before Kai lets his hand fall to his side. Josh's eyes quickly dart away and find yours. Realizing you caught the moment, guilt twists his features until you give him a raised wiggle of your brows. 

He tries his best to bite back the bashful smile, but you can see that he’s visibly flustered. After clearing his throat, he rushes to clean up the leftover trash from the bandages to keep busy. The tension between them is palpable, thicker than the humid mid-summer air outside. Satisfied with himself, Kai drops his shirt and pulls his phone out of his pocket. 

Josh rambles about the aftercare, telling him when he can remove his bandages and how to properly wash as if this was the man’s first tattoo. Kai nods along anyway, walking in your direction toward the center of the room. Josh stands from his chair to follow but quickly pulls at his pants to readjust himself. At first, you think your eyes are deceiving you, but there’s no mistaking the significant bulge he’s desperately trying to hide. 

 “Oh shit!” Josh calls out, tossing the gloves that he’s peeled off his hands into the trash can. “Before I forget again, would you guys like to come out and see us next weekend?”

Kai answers immediately, “Absolutely.”

However, you don’t answer with nearly the same amount of certainty, asking a question of your own, “Both of us?” 

You can feel Kai’s eyes on you in an instant. He’s observant of you —  you’ll give him that. It makes you highly aware of yourself, mindful to not give away too much. It’s not that you don’t want to see Josh, it’s the thought of seeing Kai again. The dynamic between them has been a massive curveball, and you’re scrambling to catch up on processing it all. 

“Yeah of course!” Josh doesn’t seem to catch it, sliding onto the arm of the leather couch. He’s distracted, beaming with excitement while trying to act casual. “We finally booked another gig. You’ll come, right?”

There’s that smile of his that you sell you on anything. He’s put you right on the spot. He could’ve just asked you directly if you wanted to come, or even waited until the day knowing full well that you’d show up that evening regardless. “Yeah, I can make it.”

Kai walks around the other side of the couch and picks up a tote you didn’t realize was sitting there. “Same place?”

Josh’s smile grows even bigger. “Hell yeah.”

“Perfect. Just text me the details. Unfortunately, I gotta run. I’m already late for a meeting.” You sense him step behind you to get to Josh and reach in for a hug. As he wraps his arms around him, he kisses him on the cheek. “Thanks for the awesome tat. Always a pleasure.”

“Of course, anytime,” Josh sighs from the praise, holding onto the embrace until Kai pulls away. 

The weight of his hand on your shoulder surprises you, making you jump slightly. He squeezes you through your shirt as he leans down over the back of the couch. Your consciousness dives, swimming in his cologne that must be placed perfectly on his pulse points. It’s crisp, cool to the nose with its fresh floral notes that finish off with a comforting woodsy scent — like the summer rainstorms you’ve been romanticizing lately. 

He keeps his voice low, so close to your ear that you swear you can feel his lips move against it, “It was definitely a pleasure meeting you.” His chilled touch sends a shiver down your spine as his fingers slide up the soft curve of your neck. “Can’t wait to see you again.”

Your body reacts before your mind can, making your breath feel heavy in your chest. The distant sound of a throat clearing disrupts him, making you both look up to see Jake staring directly at you. 

Kai gives you a final squeeze before pushing away from you. “Jake! How could I forget you?”

The ghost of his fingers on your neck haunts you as he crosses the room. You replay the touch, and the words spoken in your ear while your eyes follow him and the unbothered swagger of his stride. Jake is just finishing the last of his meal, keeping his head down like a dog guarding a prized bone. “Leaving so soon?”

Josh, still sitting beside you on the arm of the couch, gives you a worried look, but you both watch as the interaction unfolds together. Kai continues his stroll behind him, daring to walk right into the cage of the beast. Metaphorically poking as if the blatant sarcasm was fuel to his antics. “Aww. You don’t have to put on such a brave face. It’s okay to miss me.”

Jake grumbles, letting his distaste coat the words between his teeth as he gives him a second warning, “The day I never see you again can’t come soon enough.”

Kai stops behind him and sticks out a dramatic bottom lip while slapping his hands to his heart. With Jake’s back to him, it’s a theatrical display meant for Josh and you to see. “Such sweet words coming from you.” The fake pout forms into a mischievous grin as he wraps his arms around Jake’s rigid shoulders. “Bring it in, big guy.”

You watch him take in a heavy breath through flared nostrils to calm himself. “Kai…I swear to god, if you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll drag you out of here myself.”

Kai takes the threat as a challenge, nestling his cheek against Jake’s even tighter in an effort to taunt him. “Now you’re getting me excited.” Without a word, Jake’s lip hooks into a snarl just as he tries to grab him, making him jump back out of reach. “I’m going! I’m going!”

Kai, successful at annoying him, skips back with his hands raised in defense, filling the room with a ringing cackle. Once he reaches the top of the stairs, he spins, giving a final goodbye wave before leaving. “It was lovely seeing you again.”

You both give him a nod and wave in return, listening as the echoes of footsteps fade out down the steps, leaving you to sit in the hushed silence between the three of you. Jake’s foul mood becomes more evident than ever as he angrily shoves his earbuds back in without saying a word to either of you. 

“Alright, I gotta finish cleaning up and then we can head out of here,” Josh groans as he slides off the couch, paying no mind to his twin. His back must be aching from being hunched over for hours but you swear you can see the lively skip in his step as he makes his way back to his station. 

If that fluttery, “butterflies in your stomach” feeling was written in the dictionary, Josh’s picture would be right next to it. He can barely control the smile on his face wanting to break free or the blush pinkening the apples of his cheeks. Wanting to feel the energy up close, you lean down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, interrupting his cleaning. He welcomes it, holding you close with his hands on your arms while he melts into the embrace. You kiss him, feeling the warmth of his flushed skin against your lips. “I can see why you like him.”

Like a hormonal teenager confessing who they’ve been secretly pining over, a bashful smile spreads on his face. “I do not. He’s just a friend,” he defends weakly before the words break apart into laughter.

“Oh please!” you huff, letting your own smile show. You break away, allowing him to spin on his chair so he can face you. “That’s the biggest crush I’ve ever seen with my own eyeballs, Josh.”

Your eyes finally meet as you sit on the cleared-off tattoo table. There’s a glimmer in them as they search the thoughts behind yours. You can’t deny that this is new for both of you, but he’s still cautious about how to approach it. He scooches toward you, bringing himself between your bent knees. He rubs his thumb across your kneecap and starts to trace patterns across the denim.“Yeah…well, a crush that doesn’t really mean anything.”

You don’t need to ask to know what his apprehension is about. He doesn’t want to spark the same jealousy in you again after what happened that one day with the blonde. As much as you can admittedly say it wasn’t your proudest moment, there’s more security in whatever this is between you now than there was at that time. The attraction between them seems genuine, and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel it with Kai yourself. 

He settles in closer, sliding your ass to the edge so he can fold his arms around your waist. It’s the reassurance you both need. He buries his face into your chest, giving you the attention you’ve been craving all day. If you didn’t have the audience, you’d fall off the table onto his lap and fuck him senseless. 

That was another thing. 

Jake. 

Regardless of the fact he never explicitly had a conversation about being exclusive with only you in a non-hypothetical sense, he is far from approachable about it now. You haven’t been completely oblivious the past few weeks. Women’s names have come across his phone screen and interactions on his social media would hint that he had other situations going on. You didn’t dig, and for good reason. 

With your fingers weaved into Josh’s curls, you tip his head back for a kiss. It feels good, sweet, and vulnerable with the bite of his mint hitting your tongue. As soon as you pull away, he lets out a dreamy sigh, “Besides, I’m perfectly happy with you.’

“Is that so?” You hum. His response only comes out as a groan from you lightly scratching his scalp, causing him to practically purr in your hands. “I dunno…He is pretty cute.”

His eyes flutter open from your words, and he bites into the flesh of his bottom lip. “Sounds like you’re the one with a crush, baby.” 

The Twisted Cherry is everything one could expect from a local dive bar. Tucked away at a corner on the east side of downtown, the popular spot is unrecognizable in the daylight hours. Hidden in plain sight until the sun starts to set and its neon lights buzz to life. Tonight, it’s bustling with activity — humming with drunken chatter and young adults pouring in and weaving their way through the tiny entrance. After paying a small cover fee to the doorman, you meander your way through the small crowd that’s starting to form. A combination of sweat, a hundred different perfumes, and the mustiness of the historic building hangs in the dense air. 

It’s difficult to see clearly in the dark with the hazy red bulbs acting as the only lighting throughout the place, but you’re able to find the bar easily. The music playing over the speakers is a relief knowing that the live show hasn’t started yet. You glance at your phone to check the time and slide it back into your purse while you wait for a bartender to notice you. With a secured hand on the waxed, wooden surface grounding you, you scan over the heads and spot the small stage near the back. You keep an eye out for Josh but quickly recognize Danny checking the equipment on stage.

You feel a set of fingers brush against the back of your arm, and before you can scold the stranger grabbing you from behind, a voice greets you, “Hey there. It’s nice to see you again.”

Kai steps into your view and stands before you. It’s not that you’re surprised that he’s here because he was also invited, it’s that you’re not sure how to feel about him being here. You’re attracted to him, thinking about him more than you ever should. An attraction that had you searching for his content on the internet one lonely night this past week. 

That smile of his — a perfectly white set of teeth with a pair of canines just a bit sharper than the average person. You imagine how it would feel to have them sink into your skin before a sloppy kiss. That fluttery feeling of excitement and throbbing need for more comes with a wash of guilt.  You’re here for Josh, not him. 

“Oh, hi,” you respond in a much softer voice than you intend, and it gets drowned out by the music so much you wonder if he heard you at all. Your movements are stiff and awkward while that nagging bead of sweat drips lower down your back. 

You feel his looming eyes on you as he leans an elbow into the bar and takes a sip of his drink. He’s reading you, studying every little mannerism and nervous glance of your eyes trying to look at anything else but him. 

From what you noticed so far, he looks good. He’s swapped the t-shirt he wore the last time you saw him for a solid black, long-sleeve button-down that’s rolled just below the elbows. It’s oversized, with linen-like fabric draping loosely from his slender frame that’s tucked into his dark-wash baggy jeans. Since you can’t hold eye contact to save your life, your gaze has drifted down to the massive rips in the denim on both of his knees. 

“What are you doing here?” The question comes out cold, dry, and sharp. It’s accusatory, and you’re not exactly why it came out that way. 

He forces out a dry laugh, and stands a step closer into your personal space, pulling your line of sight that has been fused to black leather boots up to the layered necklaces wrapped around his throat. One has a thin silver chain with a small heart-shaped locket. The other is a thicker chain of the same metal with prongs to resemble barbs on a wire fence. He pulls in a breath and releases a deep sigh, “Well, I’m here to see Josh. But what about you? Why are you here?”

He knows why. He’s playing — dangling that little toy mouse in front of you until you finally decide to snatch it. He’s done a wonderful job at leaving that trail of breadcrumbs to see if you’re curious enough about his intentions to follow them. Deep down you know if you were to take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom, he’d be more than happy to fuck your brains out in one of the filthy stalls. 

If not— if he was truly here for Josh only — he’s the biggest tease you’ve ever met. You’re smart enough to know that if he wanted Josh for himself, he wouldn’t have bothered approaching you at all.

You still shift on your feet to balance the uneasiness as the conflicting feelings stir inside you. It’s like he’s ripped the wires out of your brain and crossed them. “Yeah, me too.”

He reaches out and pops the bubble you’ve tried to form around yourself by touching your arm once more — another gentle graze of his cool fingers. “You okay? You’re kind of making me anxious.”

The touch is innocent enough, meant purely as a physical check-in, but it doesn’t fail to send a shock of electricity through you. You try to hold back your body’s physical reaction, but there’s no doubt he caught it. It’s enough to make you look up and meet his gaze. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry.”

Even in the crowded, dark bar, his smile reaches his light eyes, stealing every bit of your attention. “Don’t be. Want a drink?”

“Sure, but I can get—” He interrupts you with a raise of his hand to the bartender, gesturing that he’d like two more of the same drink that’s currently in his hand. 

“You didn’t have to…” you trail off. 

He lifts his dark brow at you. “Would you like someone else to buy you drinks tonight? Josh seems a little busy.”

You stare at him, shooting him a stubborn glare. “…No.”

He huffs a laugh, stirring the ice melting away in the bottom of his glass. “Okay, then don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

A smirk plays on his lips before he says, “A people pleaser.”

“I am not,” you scoff, offended by his attempt to psychoanalyze you. You could lay into him, give him an ear-full, and storm your way out of here — maybe even throw what’s left of his drink in his face for dramatic effect. But you both know that’s not what you want. 

He props an elbow back on the bar again and tongues the silver rings pierced through each side of his bottom lip — a similar oral fixation to Josh’s tongue piercing. “You’re too worried about what I think.”

“What if I didn’t want you to assume anything?” You’re quick to fire back, but your confidence is shaky at best, and he can see right through your stubbornness. 

Those intense green eyes scan down the length of you while the chewed cocktail straw dances across his bottom lip. If you really were a dove — a helpless bird with fluttering wings upon the ground — he was the black cat lurking in the brush ready to pounce. 

The bartender comes up from behind him and slides two cocktails across the bar between you. He takes one and offers it to you. “So you’re accusing me of being presumptuous?”

You take the drink from his hand, watching as he grabs the lone cherry half-buried in the ice from his glass and pops it into his mouth before taking the new drink waiting for him. 

You let his question hang in the air by taking a sip of your drink. Based on the distinct, nutty almond flavor and tartness of lemon, you guess it’s the bar’s spin on an amaretto sour. A thought crosses your mind, making you laugh, “Why do I feel like you’re the type that can tie a knot in a cherry stem?”

He chuckles, amused by your sudden change of subject, “Isn’t that a bit cliche?”

“If you can’t do it, just say that,” you challenge, sucking down another large sip of your drink. 

He plays along, taking the bright maraschino cherry sitting pretty next to the orange slice garnish on the rim. He plucks the syrup-marinated fruit, savoring the saccharine juice before laying the bare stem across his outstretched tongue. For a moment, you forget the fact you’re not alone, while also realizing that he’s showing off now. Keeping his eyes fixed on yours, he rolls it around in his closed mouth for about thirty seconds until the end of the stem pops out from his lips. They spread into that same cocky grin you’ve seen from him before. With it wedged between his teeth, he reaches up and tightens the loose knot with a pull of his inked fingers. 

Checkmate. 

You’re stunned into silence — no other moves left in your arsenal. He seals your fate, kicking your queen off the board with the gift of the perfect knot as he leans in close. Drunk off the victory, he croons softly against your ear, “Any more tests for me?”

If you had more alcohol in your system, you might’ve thrown yourself at him, but he steps away from you, disappearing into the crowd centered around the tiny stage. The preset music that’s been fades out, signaling the round of cheers and clapping from everyone around you. You look around to find the reason for the commotion and see Josh, Jake, and Sam step out onto the platform. 

You shuffle through to get closer, eventually spotting Kai standing by himself. He gives you a smile when you approach, but Josh’s muffled voice coming through the microphone cuts in before either of you has the chance to say anything.

“Hello, hello,” he mumbles, tapping the top of the microphone as he paces the front of the stage. You’re not sure what you expected from him, but the last thing on your mind was the pair of black leather pants he’s wearing, riding so low on his hips that you can see the tip of the leaf of his tattooed cherries poking above the waistband. They’re incredibly tight to his body in all the right places — leaving nothing to the collective imagination. The black, short-sleeved blouse is not any more conservative, left completely unbuttoned to reveal the collection of tattoos covering his torso. You can’t lie that seeing him up there, being the focus of everyone’s attention feels surreal.  

He downs the rest of his drink to shake off the remaining nerves and places it somewhere out of sight. “Hope everyone is having a lovely night.”

It earns a few shouts and whistles, but your gaze follows Jake, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt. He’s busy fiddling with the guitar hanging from his shoulders. You’ve noticed the cherry-finish SG propped up in the corner of his room but had yet to see him with it until now. He plays a few notes, doing any last-minute tuning while the rest of the guys get into position.  

While Danny gets ready behind the drum kit, Josh continues, whipping the microphone cord in his hand as goes, “Make sure to get your necessary refreshments. You all know the drill by now. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em…and uh…get ready for some rock n’ roll.”

Josh’s face lights up the second he spots you standing next to Kai, smiling so wide it stretches from ear to ear. You wave at him, getting a wink in return. Jake on the other hand, only gives you a single nod before dropping his line of sight back to the guitar in his hands. Sam, with a bass hanging from the thick strap around his back, has been busy chatting with a few girls in the front row. Danny sets the count, and within seconds, the cramped space erupts on his mark. 

Josh’s vocals rip through the dense air of the dive bar. You know your mouth has dropped open and your eyes have widened in shock. It takes far longer than you’d like to admit, but you’re able to recognize the cover as “White Room” by Cream. 

In the white room with black curtains near the station

Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired sterlings

His voice is gritty, raw and powerful. There’s a certain whine to it that lives in your chest with every breath you take — so loud it rings in your ears and makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. He possesses the modest stage with a charisma that’s completely new to you. He’s far more confident than you’ll ever be, existing through the music and letting it course through his body with the sways of his head to the rhythmic bounce of his foot. Within minutes, his body starts to glisten with a sheen of sweat, causing your eye to catch the exposed golden bar pierced through his navel. 

For a moment, you forget that you’re sleeping with him, that every part of his gyrating body has been explored by you — by your tongue. He seems like an entirely new man, dripping with unadulterated eroticism and ego. 

Never wanting his brother to take all the attention, Jake steps in to deliver his solo. His nimble fingers move across the frets with lightning speed, showcasing another level of talent and dexterity that you didn’t know he had. Josh is more than happy to let him take the limelight, moving aside to gladly accept a shot of clear liquor being offered to him by someone in the crowd. 

When you pictured what this might be in your head, you imagined something akin to a local karaoke night. You hadn’t expected them to actually be this good.

 As the first song fades out, they roll into the next one without stopping. Some songs you can pick out, some you don’t. You’re simply captivated by the performance, absorbing all of their forty-five-minute set without moving from your spot once. 

One thing you couldn’t help but notice was Jake actively trying to ignore you. Other than a few fleeting glances in your direction, his attention stayed on his guitar or the women shouting at him in the first row. Instead of giving you those smiles, he gave them away, even stripping from his drenched t-shirt to show off the tattoos on his chest and back. If you were here alone, his behavior might’ve bothered you more than it does. Kai’s presence smothers it, even if it might be the reason it sparked it in the first place. 

After the guys finish up their last song, Kai nudges you with an elbow and leads the way, clearing a path through the crowd back to the bar with you in tow. The short walk feels like a blur like you’re the one running on adrenaline. Your body buzzes with so much excitement that you hardly notice the fact he’s already ordered another round. 

“Wow,” you breathe.

He reaches out and holds your wrist, grounding you to him as he leans back against the bar. “First time seeing them play?”

“Yeah.” You nod, setting your empty glass on the polished bar top. 

He’s looking past you, right at Josh still talking to a few people near the stage. “It’s definitely an experience.”

You note the way he looks at him, studying all the same things you did minutes ago. Since it's been eating away at you for almost two weeks, you feel compelled to ask yourself, “So are you and Josh friends with benefits?”

He shakes his head and smirks in response to the question, making you feel as though it was a stupid one to ask. “Who told you that?”

“Jake,” you confess. 

“Hmm…and do you always take Jake’s word on everything?” His striking eyes pierce right through you. Now inches away, you’re able to see all the details up close. The tattoo on his right cheek that says “lover”, the faint freckles that paint his nose, and the little scar that goes through his left brow. 

“Do I have a reason not to?”

His stare softens and shifts to Josh before flicking his eyes back over to you. “I guess that’s for you to find out. But no, Josh and I aren’t friends with benefits.”

You wonder how Jake would get the idea because you don’t think of him as the type to lie about something like that. “You haven’t done anything at all?”

His fingers skate across your forearms resting on the edge of the bar. “You’re a curious one,” he laughs, meeting your gaze, searching both of your eyes until he drops his own to your lips, letting them linger there. You’re hypnotized by his eyes, caught up in the lustful thoughts that have invaded your mind. “Aside from a few drunken makeouts that I’m sure he doesn’t even remember now, no.”

You try to bring his words to life in your head, imagining what that might have looked like — what it would be like to kiss him yourself. “Oh…okay.”

“Look.” He squeezes your hand before letting go to grab the drinks sitting on the bar. “I hope you know that you have him so tightly wrapped around your finger, and from what I see, he’d do anything to make you happy.” He lifts a shot you didn’t order, gesturing for you to take it. “You’re the one calling the shots here, so start acting like it.”

Before you can even think about what he said, he clinks his shot glass against yours, pressuring you to throw back the clear liquor into your mouth. You can tell its vodka right away by how it burns all the way down your throat. 

You cough through that pain, “What, are you trying to get drunk?” 

He laughs at your expense, chasing his shot with another sip of his new drink. Your judgment is becoming clouded, all inhibitions dissolving away by the second in his presence. You look over to Josh to see him slowly making his way over to you with each conversation he’s getting pulled into.  

“What are you so worried about, kitten?” The added feline quality of his voice rasps against your ear, making you tremble in his loose hold. “How badly you want to fuck me or is it how much he wants to?”

You’re fully pressed against him now, smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.  He’s good at leaving you speechless, as a suitable answer for him evades you. The temptation to touch him, to kiss him becomes unbearable — your self-control reduced to a mere thread. Something makes his body tense up for the first time, and he pulls away enough to look down at you. “Is there a reason why Jake is looking at me like he wants to murder me?”

You turn, breaking away from him to look behind you. You search the groups, spotting Jake standing next to Danny and Sam as he nurses a glass of amber liquid, presumably whiskey. The set brows and jaw clench are visible even at this distance. He’s avoiding eye-contact with you, giving away that he’s angry with you. “Oh…uhm,” you stammer over yourself, struggling to find a place to start. “Well…”

Kai’s brows shoot up but his shoulders fall in disbelief now that the pieces start to fit together. “You’re fucking kidding me,” he breathes, taking another sip of his drink. Something shifts as the gears turn in his head, and a devilish grin reveals itself over the lip of his glass. What would scare away more people only seems to make him double down, as if he thrives off the pure chaos. “Let’s get messy then.”

“Fucking finally.” You hear Josh heavy groan beside you. “I never thought I would escape.” He takes a second to collect himself now that he’s made it to the bar. “Fuck, I’m so glad you both could come.” 

“You didn’t tell me you could sing like that,” you gush, giving him a playful shove to his shoulder, which only makes him propel himself closer to you.

“Maybe I wanted it to be a surprise.” He kisses you — heavy, hot and brimming with lust. He’s impatient, beyond pent up, licking into your mouth while he ruts his hardening length against your hip. “Being on that stage gets me so fucking horny, baby. I don’t think I can wait to fuck you later.” His sinful confessions being mumbled into your skin is enough to drive you feral. 

If the state of your underwear was any indication of how you’re feeling — you need him more than anything you’ve needed before. 

He shows enough restraint to acknowledge Kai standing beside you. “Looks like you’re making a new friend though.” 

You glance up at him to see that he’s more than content sipping away at his cocktail while the two of you go at it, giving you a side-eye peek. A heat radiates in your chest and blooms up to your face thinking about the things he had said to you minutes ago, making you admit, “We’ve gotten to know each other a little.” 

Josh’s curious eyes bounce between you before landing on Kai. “You’re not making me a stranger, are you?”

Kai sets his glass down and signals for another round. Those siren eyes of his find Josh’s while he lures him in with a silken voice, “I don’t think it would take much to get reacquainted.”

The sexual tension between them reaches its threshold, breaking apart from a single look. Acting on a surge of bravery, Josh takes the leap of faith you’ve yet to make. He leans forward and crashes his lips into Kai’s before he’s given the chance to react. It takes him a second to catch up with Josh’s unrestricted fervor, but quickly regains his footing. After bringing a hand to cradle the side of his face, Kai successfully suppresses that hunger enough to slow him down to be present. You watch as their lips part, seeing the glint of Josh’s piercing as his tongue slips into Kai’s mouth. 

His ringed fingers dive into Josh’s sweaty hair, tugging him by the roots to make him whimper. To witness him being turned into a moaning mess makes you ache terribly. He’s teasing Josh with a taste to remember, and is now pulling away to keep him chasing for it. 

Josh licks at his swelling bottom lip to savor what was left there. He suddenly plummets back to Earth, remembering where he is and that you’re still standing here beside him. “Oh shit… I’m sorry—“ 

“Don’t be,” you giggle, interrupting his frantic apology. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

It was supposed to be a light-hearted joke to add levity to the moment. But the next thing you feel is Kai’s hand wrapping around your neck. “Let’s make it even, then.” 

You have thought about this very moment over and over again after that night at the shop. The way his lips would feel, how they would taste, how he would touch you. It’s a forbidden desire, more so than Jake has ever felt. You’re not supposed to have another man make you feel like this. 

His lips connect with a controlled grace, the pad of his thumb grazing along your jawline to ease you in. You relinquish control, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt while you memorize the cold sensation of the silver rings slipping across your lip as the kiss deepens. He baits you with a teasing flick of his tongue, making you chase it back into the sweetness of his mouth. 

Before you know it, it’s all over. 

“Oh my fucking god, that was so hot,” Josh groans. His restlessness breaks the moment for you to see him tossing back one of the shots that was ordered. 

You’ve been blushing so hard that your face has started  to break out in a sweat, but Kai is still holding you by the chin, peering down at you through obsidian lashes. He bites down on his bottom lip, creating little impressions in the wet flesh. “What do you think? Should we get outta here, kitten?”

All three of you stumble out of the bar onto the sidewalk after paying the tap, realizing you’ve had a bit more to drink than you expected to. Your chest feels tight, but in that way when you know something is about to happen. Josh, on the other hand, is vibrating with nervous energy so much his hands have started to shake as he pulls out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. 

“Uber will be here in 5 minutes,” Kai announces, noticing Josh drunkenly struggle to light the end of his cigarette. You try to find another lighter from the depths of your purse, but Kai digs his own from his pocket to help him. It’s sensual — the way he watches him pull in a slow drag so he can pluck the burning cigarette from between his fingers. 

Before Josh can exhale, Kai captures his lips in a smokey kiss. He nips at his bottom lip, thriving on the way he’s left Josh breathless and confused as he takes in a drag of his own. He then looks at you with a raised brow, silently asking you if you want one as well. You nod, eagerly closing the distance, stepping into his arms so he can hold your chin steady. You open your lips for him, allowing him to blow a gentle stream of smoke past them before sealing it with a kiss. 

You hear Josh giggle in the background, humming with energy he can no longer contain, “You two are trying to fucking kill me.”

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