Feels Like Gold

Mornings Like These | Jake Kiszka x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff || Words: 716

You and jake share a quiet morning together.

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You blinked the sleep from your eyes, rolling over to see Jake still bundled up in the covers, his long dark hair askew. You sighed, letting a gentle smile spread across your face. You sat up, peering towards the large window adjacent to your shared bed, the sun streaming in, casting a soft glow against the features of the room.

These were your favorite kinds of mornings, when you wake up before Jake and can watch the way the stress fades from his face as he sleeps. He was always so stressed about the tour, wanting it to be perfect, and you appreciated the moments where he could be calm, quiet, and let the lines relax from his face.

Moments pass, and you relish in the peace of the morning, while Jake starts to shift. Turning over, he gives you a lazy smile, eyes half lidded, feature soft. “G’morning beautiful.” He mumbles before lifting up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You rest your palm against his cheek, “Morning baby, what do you want to do today?” you ask, keeping your voice soft to break the quiet ambience of the morning. He flops back onto his pillows, letting out a hum, “How about… We stay in bed, and you let me hold you.” He says, before moving to bury his face in your neck, you let out a surprised laugh at the soft kisses he leaves there, loving the way his arms feel around your waist.

"Well, if that’s what you really want,” You giggle out, wrapping your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. You lay there, holding each other for who knows how long, savoring the feeling of being in each other's arms.

The quiet morning is ruined by a loud grumble from Jake’s stomach, forcing laughter from the both of you. You sit up, pushing your hair into somewhat of a cohesive style, before stretching until you get a satisfying pop from your back. You sigh, casting a glance at Jake, who's buried himself under the covers again. You pat the man-shaped lump in the bed as you stand, “C’mon babe, I’ll make you breakfast,” You say, leaving the room and walking towards the kitchen. Jake followed close behind, not bothering to fix his behead.

He flops down onto a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You rummage around the kitchen, grabbing two bowls from the cabinet, pouring the cereal and filling the bowl with milk. You cross, placing Jake’s bowl in front of him, “Your favorite, my specialty, Cinnamon toast crunch,” you laugh, sitting down in your own chair across from him. You watch as he loads an obscene amount of cereal onto his spoon, shoveling it into his mouth all at once. “This is great babe,” He says, words garbled from the food, milk dripping down his chin. You scoff at him, wrinkling your nose at his habits, “Ew, Jake.” You laugh, before taking your own bite, he pulls a face at you, making you snort, effectively shooting cereal milk out of your nose.

You laugh, coughing and sputtering on the meal, trying to catch your breath as Jake cackles at you. “You should’ve seen your face!” He squeals between laughs, he slams his hand down on the table as he calms down. “Sorry, that was great, y/n, truly.” He cries, wiping fake tears from his eyes. You shake your head at him, wiping the stray milk from your face.

You grimace, “Cinnamon toast crunch doesn’t taste as good when it’s coming out your nose,” this causes Jake to start laughing all over again, you ignore him and finish your cereal before it kills you.

As Jake eats, you reach your hand across the table, feeling his hand slide into yours. “I love mornings like these,” you say, looking at him with all the adoration you can muster, hoping your expression get across your true feelings. “I love them, almost as much as I love you,” He says, smile cheesy and full of joy. You purse your lips at him, “you’re such a sap,”

“I guess that's why you stick around, huh?”

You roll your eyes at his dad joke, you’ll never get tired of mornings like these

A bit of fluffball Josh with his yellow floral jumpsuit for today <3

Two of my OCs, but they're at a Greta Concert

Can you tell who the Josh fan is and who the Jake fan is?🤭

Andromeda (Andi) has the blue hair and Charlotte (Charlie) is their wife!

yeah hi. 18+ under the cut

and so you're fucking on the beach while he smokes a cigarette, he's not doing much except rolling his hips, letting you make yourself feel good. occasionally you lean down and let him blow the smoke into your mouth, hips circling as you lean back letting the smoke float around your lungs before releasing it with a moan.

he finishes smoking, teasing the hot bud over your thighs before snuffing it out in the sand and grabbing your hips. "mmm, fuck baby, you feel so good," he moans, rolling his hips, forcing himself deeper insider you. "just like that baby," he says, head tossed back, hair sticking to his forehead.

he looks so fucked out from this angle that you just can't help yourself. your circle your hips faster, grinding down against him, feeling the way his hips stutter, listening to his choked moans. "c'mon baby," you whisper, dragging your hands down his chest. his hips buck up erratically before he lets out a long melodic moan, "fuck" you pant, falling against his chest, letting him slip out of you. "s that good?" you ask, "you already know, doll." he says, pulling you in to a passionate kiss.

he sits up, pushing you back against the sand, "my turn," he says, a sly smile gracing his lips as he spreads your legs, your breath hitching as he disappears between your thighs.

"a-ah, josh," you moan as his tongue explores your pussy, you can feel him smile against you. "like that?" he murmurs, breath gracing your clit. you let out a whimper, hips lifting off the sand, hands tangling themselves in his permed hair.

he continues circling his tongue around that bundle of nerves while he places two fingers at your entrance, pressing them in slowly, making you gasp as he curls his fingers.

you can feel the heat building in your stomach as he quickens his motions, "c'mon baby," he encourages, pulling away for just a second to take in the sight of you. your hips stutter as his lips touch your body once more, "f-fuck," you stutter out, orgasm building.

josh curls his fingers as he blows lightly on your clit and that was it, white hot pleasure washed over you as you moaned, hands tightening in his hair as you pressed your body against his lips.

you let your hips hit the sand as you come down, releasing your grip on joshes hair. "jesus, we should fuck on the beach a lot more," he says, mouth and lips glistening, smirking as you laugh. "yeah, we should," you agree, taking a deep breath.

Daddy’s Little Musician

Despite the morning sickness, the headaches, the constant pain in your back, and the almost non-existence of sleep - the past few months had been nothing short of perfection. 

You had never met anyone who was as caring as him, somebody who was willing to go above and beyond for you, regardless of the time of day or night.

You had found that person in Jake.

As soon as you had told him the news, it was as if a new window had opened into his soul, and the light that shone from within was indescribable. It was as if he could think of nothing other than the child that you were about to bring into this world - having already made countless plans for the future. 

He had always said that he didn’t mind too much about the gender - that as long as the baby was healthy, he was happy. But the second that he heard that you were having a girl, his face lit up.

You were grateful that they were on a break between tours - glad to be able to have Jake at home full-time. The boys had agreed to have any meetings close to home, on the off-chance that you would need something. You had never seen Sam so excited in your life when he was told - you could have sworn that he would start bouncing off of the walls. 

Of course, Josh was the first one that Jake had told - you had never witnessed a bond as close as the two of those had, nothing could happen in either one of their lives without the other knowing about it. He had been so sweet when he learned, sending countless bouquets of flowers and cards - making sure that you knew that he would get you whatever you needed, that he was always there if you needed somebody to talk to, even offering to take you to yoga as the pregnancy progressed.

Danny was easily the most practical of the bunch - having already made you lists upon lists of things that he thought you might need, finding videos to share with you, and asking every mother in his life what tips they could give you. 

Each and every one of them had been beyond helpful, day in and day out. But none of them could match Jake. 

Each night, he would sit with you on the couch, bringing his acoustic with him. He would speak to the bump ever so softly, his voice as smooth as honey. 

“Hey baby, I’m your Daddy - I can’t wait to meet you, I love you so, so much already. Your uncles are waiting for you, I think even Rosie knows that somethings going on.”

He would make sure to sing each evening, doing his utmost to make sure that the baby knew what his voice would sound like when the time came - “She’s growing in you, of course she’s going to recognise you! I’m going to be a stranger, and I don’t want her to be scared!” You couldn’t help but to giggle at him, knowing that she would recognise her father immediately.

He had already completely decorated the nursery - spending over a week just picking out the colours, and the furniture. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You’d never forget the morning that you walked in on him while he was finishing up the painting, his sleeves rolled up to prevent any splatters from covering his clothes. Of course, he was on the phone with his brother - the two of them whispering just in case they would wake you up. 

“I don’t think I can wait any longer - I just want to be able to hold her now” he explained, before sitting the camera up to face him. He turned, pulling a small hanger from the closet, and showing it off. It was a light pink shirt with the phrase “Daddy’s little musician” written across the front. His smile was contagious, as you made your way towards him, your hand rested gently on your stomach. 

He turned as he heard you enter, his face full of panic, quickly hiding the hanger behind his back. “I’m so, so sorry - I didn’t mean to wake you, he rang me!!” He quickly explained, being met with a “Hey!!” On the other end. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, before shaking your head, replying that he hadn’t woken you up, and that all was okay. His face softened as you did so, before he hid the shirt back in the closet, embracing you quietly. You knew he was excited, and he had always been one of the most impatient people you had ever met. 

He would ask each night if you needed anything, always willing to run to the store to fulfill your cravings. As you declined, he would finally climb into the bed beside you, pulling his hair up to keep it out of his face. 

“I learned how to braid today” he whispered, as the two of you lay together, the moon peeking through the curtains. 

You hummed softly in reply, a tone of questioning in your voice. “Learned to braid?” You asked.

He nodded, before laying a hand over your stomach, running his thumb over your skin ever so softly. 

“I want to be able to tie up her hair” he spoke again, a soft smile finding its way onto his face. “It shouldn’t just be your job, I can do it.”

Once again, you smiled at him, leaning to plant a soft kiss onto his forehead. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful he had been throughout this whole process, not once becoming frustrated at your pains, at your mood swings, at your sudden need for the bathroom. He had held your hand through the entire thing, with the softest smile possible on his face.

It was then that the day came. 

You had been simply going about your day, making your way up the stairs for a nap when you suddenly felt a wetness between your legs. Panic took over for a moment, before you realised that it was time. 

Luckily, he was home, having being prepared for this day for the past nine months.

You called for him quickly, and he immediately sprang into action, tossing your bags into the car, and leading you out to it. 

Through the whole car ride, he was reassuring you, keeping your hand held in his, and reminding you to breathe, mimicking the advice that Dannny had previously given him. 

You were rushed into a room to be checked out and prepared, while he sat outside, no doubt making a call to his brothers. You knew that it would be a long process, and that he would return to the room as soon as he was allowed to. 

The day quickly turned to evening, and then night - with him stood by your side, his fingers wrapped around your own, allowing you to squeeze as hard as you needed to, not complaining even once. 

Josh found himself sleeping in the waiting room, sprawled out across three chairs, the excitement of the day finally getting to him. 

Sam and Danny were much more restless - pacing the room with both worry and excitement as the hours ticked by. 

Finally, the time came, and your daughter was here. Despite the years that you had been together, not once had you seen him cry, not once had a single tear fallen from his eyes from sadness, or happiness, or frustration. 

But right here, and right now, he cried. Once he began, he couldn’t seem to stop, being handed his daughter at long last. He turned to you, placing the softest possible kiss upon your forehead, pulling your hair from your eyes, and showing you the life that you had brought into the world.

Finally, he was a father. 

You nodded towards the door, signalling for him to take the baby to his brothers, knowing that they would probably die of anticipation if he didn’t. He almost sprinted out of the room, holding his little girl so gingerly. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you heard the cheers, before a quick shushing from Jake, already mindful of the importance of not waking the baby, 

Already, you knew that he was going to be the most amazing father, just as he was the most amazing husband.

A Mere Man, Blessed by the Sun Itself...

Jake being submissive for once, and it takes you by surprise because he's normally so dominant. He's shy about it and nearly doesn't say anything because he's embarrassed, but god does he want to be pampered and teased and to not be the one in the lead for once. And you do just that, giving him nearly an out of body experience that leave him much more eager to ask for it the next time he's feeling submissive. 🤭

I'd love to see him slowly bring your hand to his cock, asking you with his eyes, unable to get the words out. Wanting you to jerk him off, to touch him and talk dirty in his ear. You'd be happily surprised. Taking him so slowly in you hand, whispering just how good he looks. Calling him a good boy for letting you take care of him and to relax for you. He'd moan and whimper, just unraveling at your touch. His voice higher and shakey as he cums, desperate as he finishes all over his chest.

Just Bros

danny x dave x f!reader

warnings: pure, filthy smut. oral m & f rec, threesome, multiple orgasms, teasing, aftercare

THIS IS NOT MEANT TO PERPETUATE ANY TYPE OF SPECULATION AND IS PURE FICTION AND FANTASY, DONT LIKE DONT READ.

You and Dave had been dating for a while, and so far it was going well. He took you on dates, treated you to romantic nights in, and if you were being honest, the sex was amazing. But you had noticed the closeness he seemed to have with one of his friends, a closeness that seemed to be greater than a “we’re just bro’s” could explain. Daniel was nice enough, and he was cute too, but the way your boyfriend acted around him was beginning to raise your suspicions at their friendship. You knew Dave had been with guys before, but he never disclosed which guys.

You took note in the subtle differences of his behavior when Daniel was around, the grazing touches, the looks of subtle longing between the two men, and when Danny confessed to his recent break up, you knew you had to do something. So, you came up with a plan.

It was innocent enough, inviting Daniel over to you and Dave’s shared apartment for a dinner.

You wore an outfit you knew Dave liked, one that did little to hide your skin, one you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist peeling off of you later in the night, you just hoped his friend was willing to lend a helping hand.

There was a knock at the door, signaling that Daniel had arrived, and you knew it was time to put your game face on. Sauntering over to the door and swinging it open, “Danny! We’re so glad you could make it! We’ve been looking forward to this all week.” You cheered, reveling in the way his eyes looked over your body, then flickering over to Daves. You bit your lip to hide the smile as you waved Danny inside. “Thanks for having me!” He said, giving you a gentle hug before crossing and repeating the action with Dave. “Good to see you, man,” Dave said, resting in Danny’s embrace.

Dinner went by smoothly, both men complimenting the meal you had prepared.

After piling the dishes in the sink with a wave of “I’ll get them tomorrow,” you all settled on the couch, a nice bottle of bourbon teasing you from the coffee table. You eyed it with a grin, this is when the fun begins. You grab the bottle by its neck, “Let’s play a game,” you started, smiling slyly, “How about never have I have I ever. If you’ve done something, take a shot.” You eyed the boys next to you, watching as Dave raised a brow in questioning. “C’mon babe! It’ll be fun! Here I’ll go first, never have I ever gone skinny dipping,” you said, spinning the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. You watched a smile spread across Dave’s face as he reached for the bottle, “You think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, before pressing the bottle to his lips. Danny reached for the bottle once Dave was done with his turn, a light blush spread across his cheeks, “Danny, so scandalous,” you teased, “It wasn’t with Dave was it?” Watching as he sputtered and choked on the dark liquid. You smiled devilishly, “Was it?” You pressed, watching the silent conversation between the two men. “W- I. It was-“ Danny started, still coughing. “Babe, c’mon, it was a long time ago,” Dave assured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Oh don’t worry, I think it’s hot.” You said simply, before grabbing the bottle from a very flustered Daniel before pushing it into Dave’s hands. “Your turn!” You cheered.

Time passed as you shared questions, getting thoroughly tipsy, running through the bottle of bourbon. “Okay, okay. Last question,” you giggled, eyes shining, lips wet as you ran your tongue over them. “Have you-“ you paused, making eye contact with Danny, who was more adventurous than you thought, you’ve come to find out, “Never have I ever thought about having a threesome.” You shared a look with Dave, before eyeing Danny as you raised the bottle to your lips. Your throat was numb at this point, the liquor sliding down with out some much as a tickle. You held the bottle out in offering, “Well?” You sloshed it a little bit as you looked at the two men. It was Danny who reached for it first, looking at you with hooded eyes, questioning you through his look. You grinned as he sipped the dark liquid, watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. He gestured the bottle to Dave, seeming to already to know his answer. “Something to share with the class boys,” You asked, leaning back against the couch, legs spreading ever so slightly. So maybe you were being a little bit of a slut, but hey. This was for your boyfriend (and maybe you had been watching Daniel a little too closely at the shows Dave had taken you to).

Dave looked to you, blush spreading down to his chest, “When- uh. We uh, used to like fool around I guess, and- we’ve. We’ve considered the possibility.” And there it is. You gasped, hands coming up to your chest as you feigned shock. “Well isn’t this just a surprise!” You giggled at a joke that wasn’t told. “Y/N, it wasn’t ever like… Like serious,” Daniel said, at with that you sat up, leaning over Dave to meet Daniel’s eyes, “Why not?” You hummed, feeling his breath on your lips from the close proximity. “You can’t possibly think I don’t see the way you two eye each other,” You tease, leaning into your boyfriend, resting a hand on his thigh.

“So tell me boys. Why isn’t it serious?” You ask, eyes darkening, as your hand trails up to rest on Dave’s zipper.

“You’re into this?” Dave asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. “More than you know,” You said, maneuvering yourself so you were sat in between them. “Danny?” You asked, “Yeah?” He breathed, eyes focused on your lips. “Can I kiss you?” You looked over to Dave for approval, grinning as he titled his head in a subtle nod, before looking back at Danny. “Please,” He whispered, before closing the gap between your lips. You moved slowly, keeping your lips connected, shifting so you were straddling his hips, rolling yours against him as he deepened the kiss, his large hands pulling your body into his. You heard Dave shifting around, paying him no mind til he was behind you, tugging your shirt off, breaking the kiss and exposing your chest. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” Danny gasped as he took in this new sight of you. You giggled, leaning back into Dave’s chest, craning your neck so you could kiss him as you rolled your hips against Danny’s loving the feeling of his hands on you. You broke the kiss with Dave, chest heaving, “Bedroom?” He asked, eyes blown wide with lust. You nodded, moving off of Danny’s lap, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

You spread yourself out on the bed, patting the space next to you, Dave took the hint and laid himself out, you waste no time in straddling him, taking in a deep breath as you unbutton his shirt, taking it off of him slowly. You turned, meeting Danny’s gaze from where he stood next to the bed, you reached for him, tugging his shirt off. You moved so were standing in front of him, hands reaching for his zipper. Sinking down to your knees, you tugged his pants down, revealing his boxers, his hard on straining against the thin fabric. “Fuck Y/N,” He moaned from above you, “You want my mouth Danny?” You asked, palming his length. “Shit, yes.” He hissed, and with the confirmation you tugged his boxers down, freeing his dick. “Fuck you’re big,” you breathed, taking in the sight of him. You mouthed against his length before taking his tip in between your lips. A muffled moan from above you caught your attention, looking up through your lashed, the sight was enough to soak your underwear. Dave’s chest heaved as he tangled his fingers in Daniel’s hair, kissing him feverishly. You popped off Danny’s length, “Fuck that’s so hot,” You whimpered before taking Danny back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length, grasping at his hips. You moved your hands around the length you couldn’t reach, you hummed, the vibration pulling a sweet sound from Danny’s throat. You sunk deeper, taking him into your throat, holding back a gag as he began to rock his length into your mouth. You looked up once more, a few stray tears making their way down your face. “Shit baby, you look so beautiful taking his cock right now,” Dave moaned, meeting your gaze. “Her mouth his so good,” Daniel gasped out, tangling his fingers in your hair. “So good,” Dave praised in response.

Daniel pushed you off gently, “Sorry, sorry. I don’t want to cum yet,” He laughed, voice sounding fucked out already. You smiled, “We don’t have to stop at just once,” you said, voice rough from the abuse, giggling at the way his eyes widen. “Come up here baby,” Dave instructed, helping you stand, tugging off your shorts and underwear as he does so. “Lay down, darling. You put this all together, hmm?” He asked, smiling as you nod. “I think a proper thanks is in need then, what do you think Daniel?” You watched for his response, hole clenching around nothing as he licked his lips and nodded. “You should hear the noises she makes when you put your mouth on her. Go ahead, try it.” Dave instructs, his subtle hint of dominance revealing itself. Your stomach tightens as you watch Danny position himself in between your legs. He wastes no time diving in. Tongue sliding beautifully in between your folds, nose bumping ever so slightly into your clit, giving you that delicious stimulation. You gasp as his tongue licks up into your pussy, whimpering as he brings a hand up to gently circle your bundle of nerves. “Let those noises out baby, sing for him. Such a pretty little voice.” Dave praises from his position next to you, running his hands over your body. Your hips buck as you get close, moaning out, “Fuck Danny, I’m close,” you cry, hands reaching down to tangle into his hair. You roll your hips as he works his tongue, “Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you cry, chest heaving as you works you through your high. Your head rolls back as he slows, heart beating like a drum, you glance down at him, watching as your juices roll down his chin. He wipes it away, “Best meal I’ve ever had,” he laughs as he sits back on his knees, his length still straining against his stomach.

“I want you inside me,” you say, eyes focused on his mouth watering length.

“Beg for it,” He says, seeming to shock everyone in the room, including himself, but he leans into it. “Tell me just how bad you need me to fuck you in front of your boyfriend.”

“Please Danny, I need you to fuck me. I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking of this for so long.” You say, desperation to be full leaking into your tone, not even bothering to check the reaction from Dave. “Shit you were right, Dave.” Danny laughs, “She’s such a slut for it.” You peer up at your boyfriend, a question on your lips, but he beats you to it. He pats your face, “Oh baby, you think we don’t talk about the things we’d do to you? You’re so smart putting this little thing together.” He teases. You open your mouth to retort, but he slips two fingers against your tongue before you can start, “Need me to keep your mouth occupied while Danny fucks you baby?” He asks, smiling as you nod, and suck on his fingers. “Open up darling,” He instructs, pulling his fingers from your mouth as you widen your mouth, he spits into it before shifting, and flipping you over on your stomach, slipping his length between your lips, sighing as you take him, “Shit just like that baby,” he praises, thrusting gently into your mouth. You feel Danny lifting your hips as he lines himself up, moaning around Dave’s length as he slides into you slowly. You rock your hips back to meet his thrusts, taking Dave out of your mouth just for a moment to moan out “Harder,” before Daniel slaps a hand against your ass cheek, “You’ll take what we give you darling, don’t get greedy now.” He growls before picking up the pace.

Dave guides his length back down your throat, ignoring the way you cough and gag around him, Danny’s thrusts driving him further down your throat. The feeling of both your holes being filled is almost too much, but the way Dave’s practiced fingers are massaging your scalp as he uses your throat is enough to keep you grounded. He pulls away for just a second, your moans, no longer muffled, fill the room. “Just had to hear your pretty fucked out moans baby. You know it’s my favorite sound.” Dave smiles, taking in the way you look. Spit smeared against your chin, mascara running as tears slip from your eyes, mouth open, constant puffs of moans falling from your lips.

Dave slips back into your mouth, grunting as you hum around him. You swallow around his length, “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warns, you hum in response, swirling your tongue, and hollowing your cheeks. His thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls back so just his tip is resting against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around the head, feeling his grip tighten on your hair, “Shit baby, just like that, fuck!” He grunts as he cums into your mouth. “Hold it,” he says, coming down from his high, slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you up until your back is flat against Danny’s chest, his cum still in your mouth. “Good girls share,” He says before connecting your lips, swiping his tongue through your mouth as he gathers up his own cum. You moan as he takes it into his mouth, pressing against you, as he meets Danny’s lips. “Oh shit,” you whine, letting your head fall back against Danny’s shoulder as you watch your boyfriend pass his cum between him and his friends mouths. You can feel Danny’s throat bobbing as he swallows, “Fuck, I’m close,” he pants out, thrusting into you roughly. “Me too,” You whine taking in the feeling of both of their bodies pressed against yours. Dave reaches down to your bundle of nerves, circling around it with two fingers. “C’mon. Cum together,” He pants, attaching his lips to your neck, leaving what’s sure to be a nice mark for tomorrow. Daniel’s thrusts get sloppy and he lets out rhythmic grunts as he thrusts, “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, and your stomach tightens, bringing you to your second high. “Cum inside me,” you beg, moving your hips down, pressing into the friction Dave is providing against your clit. “Fuck baby, that’s so hot,” Danny grunts, “Fuck,” he whines, driving his hips into you roughly, crying out as he reaches his high. The feeling of him emptying into you is enough to send you over the edge, moaning out his name as you cum, riding out your orgasm, clenching around his length as he comes down.

Dave slows his movements against your clit, and Daniel slides out of you slowly, you gasp at the loss and the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs. You flop against Daves chest, Daniel joining, laying down with his chest pressed against your back as he buries his face into your neck. “That was great,” Dave says, the first one to speak up. You giggle, before breaking out into laughter, “Yeah, yeah it really was,” you sigh, reaching for Dannys hand, intertwining your fingers. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he giggles, breath puffing against your neck. “We could make this work, y’know. All of us? Properly.” You suggest softly, the post sex glow allowing you to feel vulnerable. “Is that something you guys would want? You’d want me?” Danny asks, meeting Dave’s eyes. Dave nods, “Yeah,” he laughs, “Fuck yeah.”

“We can talk about it more later, for now, cuddles are in order,” you say, shifting so you’re facing Danny, Dave curled against your back, arms around your waist. You press a gentle kiss against Danny’s lips as he presses into you, before falling into that blissful post orgasm daze, a comfortable silence settling over the room as you all bask in the feeling.

Pretty Boy

You catch Sam feeling pretty.

!!!18+ ONLY!! Sub!Sam, Dom/Sub male sub, mommy kink [Very mild], p in v, unsafe sex {WRAP YOUR MONKEY IF YOU'RE GONNA GET FUNKY}, men in dresses. Smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst just for fun

“Sammy?” You called out, walking into your shared apartment. 

You heard some crashing coming from the bedroom, followed by a thud and an “Oh shit.” Growing concerned, you dropped your bag on the floor, “Sam, are you okay?” You asked, stepping quickly into the room, coming face to face with a sight from a dream. “Hey…” Sam trailed. You took in what you were looking at, Sammy tangled up in the white lace of one of your dresses. You knelt down, coming eye to eye, “What’s going on Sammy?” 

His eyes shifted away from you, but your grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes back to yours. “Were you dressing up for me? Hmm? Did you wanna get all pretty for me?” You whispered, tone settling on something verging on sultry.

“N-no…” your boy gasped out, cheeks going red with embarrassment. You scoffed, “I can’t believe you were going to keep this from me. Looking so pretty and having no one to look at you? Well that’s just not fair, baby.” You said as you stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you. You looked him over once more, tugging the dress so it fell properly against his skin, the sun shining through his hair, making it look golden in the light. “You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you?” You asked, blinking slowly, looking up through your lashes as his chest rises and falls. He’s silent.

You crack a swift hand against his ass, reveling in the way he gasps, “I asked you a question, Sammy.” You said sternly, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your body. “Y-yes, I- I’m your pretty boy,” He finally stutters out, breath hitching as you cup his length through the light fabric. A devious smile spreads across your face as the idea makes its way into your fore mind. “You sit on the bed for me, pretty,” You direct, giving him a light push, giggling at the tent his hardening length is making in the dress. You watch as he hesitates, “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll be right back.” 

You saunter to the bathroom, ridding yourself of your clothes from the day. You grab your make up case from the bathroom counter before making your way back to the back where Sam is waiting oh so patiently for you. 

“Tell me, Sammy,” you started, moving to straddle his hips, “What were you planning to do in this dress before I got home, hmm?”  

“I was-“ He swallowed roughly, looking away. “Ah ah, pretty. I was talking to you, eyes on me, darling.” You instruct, waiting for his eyes to meet yours again. He faced you once more, cheeks glowing red, blush spreading over his chest, “I was going to touch myself,” he whispered, ashamed. 

“Oh you naughty boy. Touching yourself without my permission. Especially when you look so delicious. Well. This calls for a punishment.” 

“W-what? No!” He exclaims, sitting up abruptly.

You push him back down, “Don’t get smart with me Sam. Naughty boys deserve to be punished.” You said, rolling your hips over his cock. You had his shoulders pinned to the bed, and you could feel his length twitching as his hips bucked up into yours. “You need this pussy baby?” You asked sweetly, laughing as he nodded, “Oh you’re so desperate, aren’t you? Hm. Too bad.” You giggled as you patted his cheek. You watched as he squirmed under you, begging for any type of release, whimpering at the lack of touch. He was always so desperate when you got like this.  

“I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna use you, and make you look even prettier, and maybe. Maybe when I’m done, you can cum. Okay?”

He let out a soft keening, moan, “Please,” he whispered, voice already hoarse. You smiled at him from your place above him, “Good boy, no cumming until I say so, okay?” 

You shifted off of him to pull your underwear off, “Look at how wet you get me when you’re so pretty like this, doll.” He whimpered in response, moving to pull the dress off, “Oh no, no. The dress stays on,” you stopped him, leaving the fabric bunched up around his waist. “Need you to look so pretty for me.” You said as you settled back into your previous position. 

 You reached for your make up bag, grabbing the mascara, and twisting it open. “Look up for me, doll.” 

You brush the wand against his eyelashes, watching as they become more defined. Satisfied with your work you sat back, pussy resting against his length. You felt his hips begin to move under you, you leaned back gripping his thighs, “Don’t get too eager. I’m in charge,” you say, reaching under yourself to palm at his cock. “Such a pretty little cock, only the prettiest things for me, right darling?” You asked as you lined him up, finally sinking down, gasping as he filled you ever so slowly. “Ah- Y-yes. Pretty for you,” He breathed, eyes clenching with pleasure. “Eyes open lovely, we don’t want you messing up your pretty make up, now do we?” 

His eyes flew open, focusing back on your body, hands reaching up to grasp at your hips. “N-need to touch you,” he gasped, and you giggled, “Need something to hold onto, huh honey?” Voice coming out stuttered as you bounce on his cock, head titling back as you take in the feeling. You slow your rhythm, reaching for the make up bag and grabbing your pink lip gloss. You lean down with him still inside you, “Think you need a little of this,” you say, before swiping the wand across his lips. “Such pretty pink lips,” You praise as you quicken your movements once more. 

You rolled your hips, grinding down on Sam roughly, gasping when you feel his cold fingers begin to circle your clit. “Fuck, such a good boy,” You moan, “you know exactly what I need, so good baby,” you cry as his fingers massage that bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk as you get close, soft breathy moans coming from the man under you. “Fuck Sammy, so good,” You babble as you ride him into the bed. The heat builds in your stomach, “feels so good, mommy,” Sam moans out, and with that your orgasm washes over you, thighs clenching round Sam’s hips, hands coming down to his chest to brace yourself as you ride through your orgasm. “Fuck,” you heave, head resting against your chest. 

“Was um. W-was that okay?” Sam’s voice sound small, you pick your head up to look at him, eyes filled with unshed tears, “Darling, what’s wrong?” You ask, afraid you had hurt him, or gone too far. “The- uh. The mommy thing… I’ve never said-“ You cut him off, “Sam, that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. It was great, you’re my good boy aren’t you?” You reassured, feeling his length twitch inside of you as you praise him. He let out stuttered moans as you began to roll your hips again, “Yeah, ‘m your good boy.” He sighs, hips rocking in rhythm with yours. 

You lean down to plant a kiss on his lips, still rolling your hips against his, his mouth opening with pleasure. You can tell by the way his hips stutter that he’s getting close, and well, you’re feeling nice. “’S my good boy gonna cum for me?” 

“Can I?” He asks, eyes shining, mascara smearing. “Fill me up baby, so good for me, my pretty boy,” You encourage, shivering at the overstimulation. “Good boy, give it to me.” You praise, clenching around him. “S-shit,” he gasps out, finally cumming and filling you up so nicely. “Yes, baby. Feels so good when you cum inside me, so good.” You sigh, circling your hips. As he rides out his orgasm, your drag your fingers through his hair, stroking his face. 

He breathes deeply, “we gotta do that again.” He says simply. 

You pause, before giggling, “Yeah.” 

You sit up, finally sliding off his length, gasping at the loss, feeling his cum drip out of you as you flop against the bed next to him. “Sammy?” You ask softly. “Hmm?”

“You can ask anytime to borrow a skirt or a dress you know? E-even if it’s not for something like this. You really do look very pretty.” You say, turning your head to look at him. He smiles, “I’m so lucky to be in love with someone like you.”

You share one more sweet kiss before heaving yourselves off the bed to clean up, and put the dress in the wash with some stain remover. (Maybe that one will stay in the closet from now on).  

Temperance

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! M (s) female (d). kissing, name calling, cursing, praise, slapping, slight degradation, ending, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, toy use, anal play, anal fingering,

“Please-fuck! Please,” Josh wined, bucking his hips up, trying to chase the feeling that you were now pulling away from him. The sound of the metal restraints clinking against the bed frame that were at either side of his head, making a smirk form across your face. 

“Something you want, baby?” you asked him in a seductive tone while bringing your thumb to the tip of his cock, wiping away the precum that was beaded there. Josh let out a whine and threw his head back into the pillow. 

You had been torturing him for hours. Letting him come so close and then ripping that feeling away from him without any hesitation. The first two or three times you could tell he was getting a kick out of it, a cocky smirk plastered on his face while he enjoyed the sight of you teasing his cock. Now, he had turned into a whining mess, begging, and pleading for you to make him cum. His chest now rose and fell heavily with each shuddering breath he took, and his soft curls now stuck to his forehead as a layer of sweat now glistened across his naked skin. 

Each round was different, you had started off soft and easy, lightly dancing your fingertips across his stomach and up his thighs. He looked down at you watching while he leaned his head against the pillow. His eyes darted back and forth from your face and then to your hand, watching while you slowly dragged it along his skin. You would giggle when you saw his muscles jump as your fingers danced over a sensitive spot and when you brought your eyes up to look at him you could see his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You had slowly worked up an easy going pace, teasing him with your hand and then with your mouth. The sight of him looking down at you while you took his cock into his mouth was a sight to behold. Josh’s brows were knit tightly together with his mouth parted in the perfect ‘o’. You could tell he was trying to refrain from bucking his hips up to fuck into your mouth by the way his thighs twitched underneath you. 

When you found him getting closer, alerted by his soft moans and whimpers that fell from his mouth, you pulled away. Josh would whine and shoot his body forward, the clicking of the metal restraints telling you just how badly he wanted to reach out and touch you to pull you back to him. The muscles in his jaw flexed while he threw his head back down on the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes and took in a shaky deep breath before opening them and staring back at you. You could tell he was a complete mess, but he was trying his hardest to remain composed the best way he could. 

Josh swallowed thickly and took in another deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he did. “Please mama,” he mumbled, his soft honey-colored eyes pleading with you to give in for just a moment. 

“What baby? Tell me what you want,” you cooed, rubbing the palm of one of your hands up his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Josh looked down at you and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Wanna cum,” he mumbled. 

“Hm?” you asked, gently licking your tongue over the tip of his cock. Josh shuddered and let out a soft groan, arching his back and slowly rolling his body towards you. 

“Fuck! Let me fucking cum!” Josh hissed, losing his composure. The look he shot you would normally have made you freeze in your tracks but given the position he was in you knew for a fact he could do nothing about it. 

You looked back at Josh and shot him a glare of your own, while you clicked your tongue. “That wasn’t very nice Joshy,” you replied back, pushing yourself up from where you were laying between his legs to now sit back on your heels. 

Josh’s behavior immediately changed, and you watched him soften his face, his doe eyes looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m sorry mama, I promise I won’t do it again. Just come back,” he pleaded. 

You pushed yourself off the bed, looking at Josh to see him looking at you with a confused expression on his face. You gave him a soft smile which he returned but you could still see the wheels turning in his head while he tried to gather what you were planning. 

You stepped over to the side of the bed and reached a hand out and stroked the top of his cheek. Josh turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You know you’re very pretty like this…fucked out and begging while your cock twitches and leaks for me,” you coo, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest. Josh sucks in a breath and watches your finger while it comes to a halt right below his belly button only a few inches away from his cock. Your eyes stay fixated on his face, watching his reaction but out of the corner of your eye you can see his dick bob up and down, eliciting just the reaction you were hoping for. The tip of his cock is covered in his own arousal. When you see it twitch, you also see the thin string that connects it from the tip of his cock to where it rests along his abdomen. 

Josh notices the sudden softness in your voice and perks his head, a small gleam of hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” he breathed breathlessly, “you think so?” 

You bite your lip and hum out a response of approval while removing your hand from his abdomen to brush away the loose strands of hair that now stuck to his forehead. “Of course, I do…,” you say, giving a soft smile, “But.”

You watch Josh’s demeaned change suddenly at your words and see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. “But?” Josh mumbles. 

You comb your fingers through his untamed curls and then grip him at the root, tugging so he’s forced to tilt his chin upward. “But you haven’t been behaving nicely and we can’t just let that slide now, can we?” 

Josh’s let’s out a small groan when you tug at his hair, but you can tell he secretly enjoys it by the way his cock twitches below him. “No,” Josh whines, “we can’t.”

You smile down at him and move your face close to his and press a soft kiss to his lips before releasing your grip on his hair. Josh moans into the kiss and you once again hear the restraints rattle. 

Stepping away from the kiss, you turn around and walk over to the dresser. “W-what are you doing mama?” Josh asks, his voice sparking curiosity. 

You pull open one of the drawers and begin to rummage around, searching for the one thing you had set your mind on. You push away a pair of socks in the back of the drawer, revealing the item you had been searching for. You smirk and grab ahold of it and then turn back to face Josh. 

Josh looks at you and then quickly glances at the item in your hands. In your hand was a fleshlight you knew Josh kept hidden in the back of the dresser. “Fuck mama, you’re gonna fuckin kill me,” Josh sighs, pressing his head back against the pillow. 

A smirk pulls at your face, and you start to walk over to the bed, opening the drawer to the nightstand. You quickly find the bottle of lube laying inside the drawer and pull it out. “You think you can handle it?

Josh swallows and looks back at the toy in your hand. You can see his breathing start to pick up again and you know you’ve piqued his interest.

“Yeah, yeah I can,” Josh rushed out quickly. You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, wondering if he would truly be able to handle it. 

“You gonna be a good boy?” you ask, opening up the lube and squirting some of it inside the toy. Josh lets out a soft whimper and quickly nods his head. 

“P-promise mama. I’ll be so fucking good,” he rushed out, seeming rather eager at the idea of you using his toy on him. 

You finish squirting the lube into the toy and then dip your middle and index finger into it, spreading the liquid around to coat the inside of it. “Fine,” you say, tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed and then proceeding to climb on it. You swung a leg over the top of him, position yourself a little lower on his thighs as you straddled him.

“But” you say, grabbing hold of the base of his cock, hovering the toy right above his tip. “You can’t fucking cum.” And with that, you press the toy down, agonizingly slow onto his tip.

“Fuck, fuck,” Josh groans, trying his best to steady his body that had already began to shudder. He thrashed his head from side to side, closing his eyes for a brief second while he desperately tried to fight against his body’s reactions. His thighs twitched beneath you, and you could feel the slight rock of his hips as he tried to buck them up. You placed your free hand on the side of his hip, pushing it back down into the mattress. “Uh-uh, you know better.”

Josh took in a deep breath, his eyes still shut. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat and with each breath he took, you could see his chest now rising and falling at a slow and steady rhythm. 

“There you go baby,” you cooed while slowly pushing the toy all the way down onto him. Josh’s mouth parted and a breathy moan pushed past his lips. You bit your lip and watched Josh while you began a slow and steady rhythm over him. His head was turned to the side, highlighting his strong nose and the tops of his cheeks which were now flushed with a light shade of pink. His eyes were still shut which made you turn your attention to his long dark lashes that touched the very top of his rosy cheeks. He always looked beautiful but seeing him like this was your favorite. 

Josh let out soft moans and whimpers while you continued to glide the toy over him. His hands that were restrained at his sides were bawled into loose fists, riding out the wave of pleasure that now coursed through his body. 

“Open your eyes for me. Want you to watch while I fuck you,” you whispered. Josh slowly opened his eyes, looking at your face with lids lowered halfway making him look completely fucked out. You peered back at him with a small grin but then found yourself letting out a low groan as you watched his eyes flick down to your hand that was slowly moving the toy over him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth which made you glance at the small gap between his front teeth. Josh let out a soft groan, leaning his whole body back against the pillow as he fully submerged himself in his own pleasure.

A cocky grin startled to tug at the corner of Josh’s mouth now knowing the effects he was now starting to place on you. You had to give it to him, even though he was in no place to try and provoke or challenge you, he always knew the best way to get yourself riled up even if your attention was fully placed on him. 

“Watch it,” you hissed, breaking up the slow rhythm by slamming the toy all the way down on him and holding it still so he was buried inside. Josh lurched forward but then was quickly pulled back by the restraints. His brows were knitted tightly together, and his jaw was loose, letting a moan escape past them. 

“Fuck mama!” he grunted, pushing his hips up against the toy, burying himself further into the soft, silky walls of the toy. This time, you didn’t try and push his hips back down and let him chase it, knowing you soon were going to rip it away. 

“Yeah?” you quipped, cocking a brow at him while you slowly pulled the toy off of him and plunged it back down. Josh let out a hoarse moan from deep in his chest and nodded his head slowly while darting his eyes back and forth from your face to the toy. 

“Good,” you said and began a steady pace over him. Now the room was filled with Josh’s cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds that came from the toy each time you plunged it down on him. 

You let yourself watch, your eyes casting down to watch your fist gripping the toy as you worked it over him. Each time you pulled the toy upward, you could see the sticky mess that was created, clinging to the base of his cock and slowly dripped down to cover his balls. You felt your own lids get heavy with lust seeing the sight before you. “God, you’re a fucking mess,” you muttered. 

Josh met your eyes and slowly nodded while pulling his bottom lip back between his teeth. “I know mama," he panted, “you always make such a mess out of me.”

A soft groan left you and you flicked your eyes back down to watch. You kept the same steady rhythm over him and let your free hand start to rub against his thigh, squeezing and kneading at the firm muscle. You shifted yourself further back on his thighs, so you now were sitting just above his knee. 

With each pass of your hand, you let it come higher and higher. This time when you slid it back up, you let your thumb graze the side of his balls. Josh let out a groan, his eyes finding yours. You saw the enticing gleam in his eye, which made your blood start to rush with excitement. 

You slowly started to move your hand over and softly cupped his balls in your hand. Josh let out a moan and arched his back which only made him press himself further into your hand the toy that you were still working over him. You started to roll them around in your hand and you watched Josh’s reaction. 

He was a panting and whining mess with his chest now rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm unlike before. You could tell he was getting more and more worked up, but you weren’t quite done teasing him and the both of you knew it. 

Josh closed his eyes for a moment and rolled his neck, the veins on the side of his neck poking out a bit while he took in a shuddering breath before he opened his eyes and stared at you. His pupils were blown completely wide and the warm brightness that was usually held in his eyes was completely stripped away. “Please,” he muttered, his bottom lip hanging down a bit letting you see the saliva that coated it while his eyes pouring into you desperately pleading with you. 

“Please what?” you asked nonchalantly, pretending you didn’t have an idea as to what he was asking for. You cupped his balls a bit harder which made him flare his nostrils a bit and his eyes roll backwards. He shut his eyes for a second before he shook his head from side to side, clearing his clouded mind. His eyes locked back with yours and you watched as he tilted his head down a bit to further catch your eyes. God he always looked so good when he was begging…

“You know what I want, baby,” he whispered. 

“You’re right…I do know,” you hummed back to him. Your eyes then darted to the side, glancing at the bottle of lube resting next to you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and you watched as his own danced around your face, trying to figure out if you were truly going to give him what he wanted. 

You let out a sigh and nodded. “You have been really good for me….,” you replied, and you instantly saw Josh’s eyes grow wide with excitement. “But. I swear to God you better not fucking cum Josh,” you said through gritted teeth.

Josh quickly nodded, “I won’t, I promise I won’t,” Josh rushed out. You nodded and let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled your hands away from, keeping the toy on him as it laid against his stomach.  You reached to the side of you, grabbing the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You gently shook the bottle and then squeezed the clear liquid onto your pointer and middle fingers. 

You closed the bottle and tossed it aside as you began to spread the lube over your fingers by letting them rub against the pad of your thumb. When you looked back at Josh, you saw him looking back at you staring intently at what you were doing. You reached forward and took the toy back in your grasp, making Josh shudder ever so slightly. 

You started to move the toy back over him, picking back up the steady pace you were using before. You let your other hand move downward, grazing over the top of his balls before continuing their decent lower. Your middle finger was the first to make contact with his entrance and you slowly started to swirl your finger around it. Josh let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips up, making your finger slide over him again. 

“Yeah? Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked in a soft voice, slowly adding more pressure as you continued to swirl your finger around him. All Josh could do was respond with a nod of his head, too far gone by the feeling of you moving the toy on him and the added feeling of your finger as it swirled at his entrance. 

You wanted to catch him off guard, so you suddenly started to move the toy over him quickly which made him curse loudly and thrash his body around. You continued to work over him and when he squeezed his eyes closed and let out a loud groan, you slipped your finger inside of him. 

Josh’s breath was caught in his chest and his eyes quickly flew open and settled on you. “O-oh fuck,” he moaned, lifting his hips up to meet the rhythm of the toy as you pressed it down on him. You slowed the rhythm of the toy down just a bit and began to slide your finger in and out of Josh. 

Again, the sound of the restraint clinking drew your attention to them, and you watched one of Josh’s bawled fists flex outward before he pressed it back into a tight fist. You continued your movements with your eyes fixated on every part of him. You had done this so many times that you now knew exactly how to calculate when he would tip over the edge. 

The slight twitch of the muscle in his abdomen alerted you along with his now staggered breathing. You began to toe the line, switching up the rhythm of the toy and seeing just how long you could drag it out. Josh started to whine, and his shaky breaths told you just how close he was. 

“Don’t you fucking do it,” you hissed through your teeth, flashing him a stern look. Josh swallowed thickly and nodded his head. You held his eye contact and curled your finger upward. Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he turned his face to the side and bit down on his bicep to stifle his moan. 

“Mama please I-I can’t,” Josh whimpered. You let out a sigh and slowly pulled the toy off of him but kept your finger inserted in him. 

“Fine,” you said, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You knew even without the toy; he would still be just as close with your finger pumping inside of him. You started to pump into him with a steady rhythm watching his face and chest now become covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the light. 

You slid your finger out of him, rubbing a small circle over his entrance and then added your other finger and pushed into him. Josh let out a deep moan and threw his head back while you began to work both of your fingers in him. 

“Fuck baby feels so fucking good,” he moaned. 

“I know baby fuck- you look so fucking good,” you hummed back, taking in the sight of him completely losing control over himself. 

When you start to pump your fingers faster into him, you could tell that he was starting to teeter over that edge again. You didn’t let up your movements though, you continued at the same pace not giving into him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh moaned, trashing his head to the side. You watched as his dick started to twitch and the muscle in his stomach started to tighten. “Mama, I-I’m gonna cum. Can I please fucking cum?”

You shook your head and continued to pump your fingers. “No Joshy, not just yet.”

“Baby- ah fuck! Please!” Josh cried. 

“Don’t you fucking do it Josh,” you hissed. Josh tried to calm himself down by taking in deep breaths, but you knew it was no good. You curled both of your fingers which made him cry out and then pulled your fingers out of him, but it was too late. 

Josh cock started to twitch, and you watched as his cum spurted from his tip and coated his stomach. Josh’s head was thrown back against the pillow, his Adam's apple on full display. He turned his head to the side, rubbing his damp forehead against the inside of his bicep before he turned to you. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, and you watched as they softened and looked at you apologetically. 

You took in a deep breath, turning your head to the side and clicking your tongue against your teeth. “Thought you promised me you wouldn’t?”

“Mama please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I-I just…fuck it felt so good,” Josh stuttered out, trying to regain control of his breathing. 

“Oh! Well, if that’s the case,” you chirped out, “Then it’s fine,” you said with a warm smile. 

Josh frowned; a look of confusion come over his face. “Wait really?” Josh asked, letting a relieved sigh follow him. 

“No,” you said sternly. You immediately reached for his cock and grasped it firmly in your hand. Josh let out a whine and when you swiped your thumb over his tip, he bucked his hips up and cursed at you. “Still a bit sensitive?”

“Mmm, yes mama,” Josh breathed out, “very sensitive.”

“Too bad,” you said and then started to stroke his cock quickly. The combination of the lube that was still left on his cock and the cum that coated the tip of his cock, made your hand slide over him with ease. 

Josh’s breathing picked up again and his whole body seemed to twitch beneath you. His hands yanked hard against the restraints, and you could see the veins on the tops of his hands and arms poke out. “Fucking christ! Fuck you!” Josh hissed. 

You clenched your jaw and when you stroked him upward again, squeezed ever so slightly on his tip. You leaned forward, your face hovering right over his. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Josh’s eyes held yours and you saw him glare at you. “I said…fuck yo-”. He was immediately cut off by you bringing your hand up and delivering a sharp smack to the side of his face. Josh’s head turned to the side, and you watched him push his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You could tell that your sudden reaction had secretly turned him on by the way his cock twitched in your hand.”

“Fucking brat! God! And you were doing so well,” you said, clicking your tongue against your teeth. Josh let out a deep sigh, but you could see the corner of his lip twitching as he forced away a smile. You did the same and pressed a soft kiss to his nose before straightening yourself back up over top of him. 

You continued to stroke your hand over him, and you watched his eyes slip shut. It wasn’t long before he started to shake again, still riding the wave of his first orgasm. “Fuck mama, I’m so fucking close,” Josh whined. 

“Good baby good,” you whispered softly, sliding your hand up his shaft and twisting your wrist once you got to his tip. 

“Fuck! Can I? Can I please cum,” Josh pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. You battled it around in your head, but you knew you had put him through enough tonight. When you slowly nodded your head, you watched as relief flooded over his face. 

You picked up your pace again and when Josh started to shake you slipped your other hand down and pushed your finger back into him. “Cum for me,” you said, curling your finger upward. 

That was all he needed before he came completely undone, cumming harder than he had the first time. He squirmed beneath you, his legs shaking, and cock twitching as warm spurts added to the mess that he had already made on his stomach. You let out a hum of approval and slowed both of your hands, steadying them. Josh laid there panting before you, soft moans slipping past him while he rode out the length of his orgasm. 

When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes back up and gave you a toothy grin. You smiled back, pulling both of your hands away from him. You scooted yourself higher over him and leaned yourself forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you let your face hover only a few inches away from his. “So good baby,” you said, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sweat that was beaded at his forehead. 

Josh let out a deep sigh, his face now looking completely relaxed as a wall of exhaustion now hit him. “You know I love you, but can you please get these off of my hands,” Josh said with a slight chuckle. You chuckled back and nodded, leaning yourself up while you started to undo the restraints.

Once they were off of his wrist, his hands immediately grabbed onto you, holding you close to him. His hands slid up and down your sides, softly gliding along the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft him, sinking into the feeling of his gentle touches. 

“You made quite a mess,” you said, glancing down to his stomach. Josh chuckled and followed your gaze. 

“Guess I did.”

“Shouldn’t be too pleased with yourself, didn’t even tell you that you could the first time,” you said, cocking a brow but now hiding the smile that was on your face. 

“I know baby I know but fuck…you know I love your hands. They feel so good.”

You smiled at him and gave him a knowing look. “Oh, trust me I know…”

“Won’t happen again I promise,” Josh said softly, grinning back at you. 

“You say that but we both know how you are…you and that fucking temper of yours. So impatient,” you quipped back, pressing a kiss to the top of his cheek. Josh blushed a bit and rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah...I know. Now…let me take care of you,” Josh said and grabbed your waist and flipped you, so you now were on your back with him hovering between your legs. 

“Oh!” you said, raising your eyebrows while you looked up at him. 

Josh leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Hands up mama…it’s your turn now.” 

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