#numerous

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, this one’s for you.” Josh throws his arm up in the air on stage, his pointer finger extended out to the crowd before landing on you, seated just above stage left. There’s a slight lull in the band before Jake begins to play the familiar rockabilly riff that sends you straight to hell. “That’s alright, Mama. That’s alright for you.That's all right mama, just anyway you do.”

What a little fucker. That song is your weakness and it is rare when the band performs it, but when they do, it makes you squirm in your pants every time. He has a shit ton of nerve to perform this song in public knowing what happened the last time.

 “Oh, mama. Why so upset?” He purred later that night. “Got you a little too worked up? Did you ruin your panties with your own slick watching me perform for everyone?” 

The way that you had fucked that night left you begging for more, but he made sure to save it for another day–and damn if tonight wasn’t that fucking night. He knew that you loved it when he would sing in his low register, loved it even more when he could tease you with it. Tonight, you sit in your seat, wanting nothing more than to tear Josh’s stupid fucking jumpsuit off and fuck him on sight. 

“Alright, LA! Goodnight, aha!” You watch intently as he runs off stage. You rise from your seat, politely excusing yourself from the small strands of fans who know who you are. While you would usually spend as much time with them as you could, tonight, you had one goal and one goal only. You knew he’d be ready and waiting for you, too. 

You stomp your way past security, flashing them your crew lanyard, making your way backstage to the sectioned off area for the band and their crew. Your eyes trace every head and face, searching for Josh. All you had to do was look Jake in the eye for him to raise his hands in defense. “Wasn’t me, he put it on there at the last minute.” 

Your face blushed immediately, “What the fuck are you talking about, Jake?” You step forward, invading his space. “Put what on there at the last minute?” 

“That’s Alright.” He eyes you with raised eyebrows and a knowing smirk. 

You huffed loudly. Is there anything sacred? “Why the fuck would he tell you that?” That earns an even wider smirk from Jake, “We talk, Y/n. Take it up with him. I’m innocent. Need to see my white flag?” 

Jake takes his ear pieces out, putting them back into the case and continues on to grab his guitar from one of the stage hands.

“And where is he anyway?” You ask, looking around. Jake turns to you while placing the guitar in his case.

“Said he was grabbing a drink. Check the dressing room. Don’t worry. It locks.” He winks at you before snapping the case shut and walking off to join Jita who was talking with Danny and Sam. 

You march off towards the elevators, thinking about what to say when you see Josh’s smug face. Entering the elevator, you choose the floor down and wait for it to arrive. You spend a moment checking the notifications on your phone. When it dings, your attention remains focused on your phone as you step forward. The doors open and you step out–at least you were going to. 

“Just on time,” You hear his voice first before raising your attention upward, seeing his hand holding the elevator. “Miss me?” He obviously wants to play with you today, but he won’t tame you so easily. The exciting thing about your relationship was that you are both equally matched when it comes to being bratty with one another. You step forward, brushing past him. 

“You’re a cocky son of a bitch,” You spit at him, struggling to conceal the smirk that threatened the corners of your mouth.

“Cocky? Whatever could you mean, Y/n?” He looks at you with an innocent-looking expression. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Stop with the eyes, Joshua.” You look at him intently, raising an eyebrow. “You did that on purpose. Even Jake fucking knew. What the fuck is wrong with you?” You step towards him.

“Oh I get it. Mmm,” He says, nodding his head and wagging his finger at you. “I got you weak in the knees, didn’t I? Choosing the bitchy angle so I don’t see that there is nothing but sex in your eyes and cum in your panties. What did I tell you last time, Y/n?” You lower your eyebrows in a grimace, but struggle to maintain eye contact with him. “I told you that I wasn’t done with you. Remember, I didn’t call you down here. You found me on your own–because let’s both be honest with one another,” He paused for a second, swirling his finger in a circular shape in the air. “We go round and round and round chasing the glory of that first orgasm. Trust me when I say that if we enter behind that door,” He gestures over his shoulder to the dressing room, “There is no going back.” 

“What the fuck are you waiting for, then?” You ask as you throw your hands up to the collar of his jumpsuit, pulling him into you. “This. I was waiting for this, Y/n.” He chuckles at you, which only makes you hornier. 

“You know, I’ve been thinking about fucking you all night, could you tell?” Being so close to him, you could feel his breath on your skin. 

“I think you just wanted to piss me off.” You bit back, pulling the material of his top down his shoulders.

“Piss you off? Please. You’re not pissed, baby. You want me to fuck you so badly that you resort to anger to downplay the fact that your panties are soaked through. Even I can feel your clit throbbing right now as we speak.” Suddenly, you feel his hand squeezing at your clothed pussy, eliciting a soft gasp to fall from your lips. 

“That’s not true,” you attempted, throwing his hand back. “Y-you know I hate that song.”

“Only because you wish I wouldn’t sing it in front of fifteen thousand other women who want to fuck me just as much as you do.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you drunk?” Your eyes widen with surprise.

“Would you like me to be? We could solve that easily.” You roll your eyes, groping for his hand, pulling him toward the dressing room.

“Come,” You order simply, satisfied when he gives in, following you. 

“One rule, Mama. Don’t pretend you’re in charge here.” He eyes you intently, his expression is unreadable. “Strip. Naked. Give me your panties.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “For a souvenir.”

“You are so fucked up,” You sneer at him, unable to stifle the wicked grin mixing into the expression.

“Not enough to stop you from coming back.”

You undress completely, handing him your panties in a wad. “So fucking wet,” He murmurs, bringing them to his face to smell. You watch as he rubs the tips of his thumb and index finger along the crotch of your underwear, making an obvious display of your arousal. 

Pointing to the couch, he begins to speak again, careful to not waste a single word. “Lay down. On your back.” You begin to protest, struggling with losing control.

“Y/n. Stop. You’re fucking pathetic.” You swallow, the sting of his words cutting into you, but not nearly enough to stop the wetness that is beginning to slip down your thighs. “We both know you want me to break you, so stop with the show that I didnt fucking pay for. Lay down.”

 “Yes sir.” You resign yourself to him, feeling your body buzzing with electricity, wanting with every firing synapse for him to ravage you completely. You do as you’re told and lay on the couch, waiting for further direction. 

“I’m feeling…a bit too sober right now,” you hear him say, his voice traveling towards the stocked bar cart that is placed on the opposite side of the room. “Vodka makes me laugh…” his voice trails off and you can imagine his fingertips hovering about the slew of bottles as he makes his selection. “Tequila makes me cocky, but I don’t need much help with that tonight.” There is a pause before you hear bottles clinking against one another. “Ah. Fireball. Makes me a horny son of a bitch.” You hear him uncapping the bottle, lifting it from the cart. “Those sexy girls on the barricade got me started with a few shots already. All I had to do was give them a little wink and there we go, got a few mini bottles.” He walks towards the center of the room, lifting the bottle in mid air, swigging down the liquor as if it were spring water. “The thing is, Y/n–I could have fucked any one of them tonight, and there wouldn’t be a goddamned thing you could have done about it.” Anger flames within you, making it impossible to stay quiet. 

“Why didn’t you, then?” You furrow your eyebrows, but realize that you’re only fueling his satisfaction.

“Sex is always better when you have to work for it, isn’t that right, Y/n? You’d just want me to fuck any woman with a hot, wet pussy? We both know that’s a lie.” He slings back another drunkening lot of whiskey, wiping sloppily at his mouth with the back of his hand. “I like watching you burn with jealousy.”

“Fuck you,” You spit, sitting up suddenly, turning to him. “Oh and fuck you, I will. You’re so wet hearing me speak–I know that you are making a mess of that poor couch.” He flicks his hand in the air. “I’ll just pay the venue for another. If you want to stay, you can. You are allowed to leave whenever. If you stay, I will fuck you to tears–and I will not apologize. So, what will it be, darling?”

You are speechless, but you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to punch the fuck out of him…and fuck him. Whichever came first. Suddenly, you fly up to him, throwing your fist towards him, hoping to crack him on the cheek, but your attempt is ruined when you feel him catch your arm just as quickly, raising it over your head. In an extended moment of heated silence, you stare into his eyes. 

I hate you, but I want to fuck you. But I hate you, you’re a fucking asshole. But, Jesus Fucking Christ.

Your body decides before your brain can, toppling into Josh with the force that knocks him backwards, the bottle almost falling out of his grip and into the floor. His free hand pulls you in, smashing his lips against yours. His breath is ragged with lust, and you can taste the liquor upon each exhalation and within every kiss. 

“Josh,” You moan against his lips, letting his hands grope hungrily about your body. 

“Do you want me?” He says in a barely there whisper, his lips coming to graze yours. 

“I need you. Now. Please.” Josh backs away slightly, lifting your head slightly with the tip of his fingers. “Do you know what you are signing up for?” His eyes are dark, deepening with the possibility of what could occur if you say yes. “You want out? Just say…fireball. I’ll stop completely and you can leave.” You nod with understanding. 

“Yes, I understand, and I am telling you to fuck me–right here, right now.” You meet his gaze with matched intensity, challenging him. 

“Get on your back. Actually do it this time.” You do what he asks immediately, laying down flat on the couch, wiggling your body to find the most comfortable position. 

“Up for a little fun?” Josh asks, biting at his bottom lip as he approaches you. 

You nod your head slowly, moving your eyes along the slope of his shoulders and down his bare chest. When he arrives beside you, you feel his hand at your jaw. 

“Open up.” 

You do what you’re told immediately, unsure what is about to happen. Your eyes dart to the whiskey bottle as Josh tilts it back to his lips, taking a generous mouthful. You feel his thumb pull your bottom lip back slightly as he leans down over you, releasing the warm liquid into your mouth. “A gift,” He murmurs softly, closing your mouth gently with the curve of his knuckle. “Figured you could relax a little.” You swallow the alcohol down, feeling it burn at the back of your throat. Soon, its warmth blooms in your belly, calming the edge off slightly, but you know you’ll need more soon. 

“Stay still, let me look at you.” Josh’s eyes scan your body intensely and you swear that you can almost see hunger in them. “Never done this before, let’s try it.” There’s not much liquor left in the bottle, most of it drained down Josh’s throat. With his thumb, he covers almost all of the opening of the bottle, leaving just enough space for liquid to flow through in a thin, direct stream. Getting on his knees, he edges towards you, tilting the bottle at a forty-five degree angle just above your belly button. When the drink finally hits your skin, a shutter racks your body, causing an array of goosebumps to appear all over.

 “Cold?” He says after a satisfied chuckle. “I’ll warm you up, mama.” Craning his neck down, his tongue glides along the smoothness of your skin, lapping at the liquid that has managed to drip in a long line down the curve of your side, one down your belly just before the dip of your pussy, and another that trickles down just before your breast bone. “Got a little messy, didn’t it?” 

“Mmhmm,” you respond in agreement. As your belly rises and falls with your breath, Josh continues to draw small circles about your skin before finally dragging the flat of his tongue upon your belly, sucking and slurping the bitter liquor out of the curve of your belly button.You close your eyes, mapping out his movement when they suddenly spring back open from the sting of Josh’s teeth nipping into your skin.

“Relax mama.” You moan softly as he peppers your skin with angry splotches. “I want you to remember this.” His lips encircle one of your nipples, and you find your fingers knitting themselves through his frizzy curls. Rising slightly from you, he starts, “Mm, you acted so hurt, so pissed, yet you tremble with need under my touch. His index finger draws circles into the softness of your skin. “What would you like me to do to you, hmm?” 

Finally given permission to talk, you reach for his hands, pulling them to your sides. “I need you to fuck me like you own me–make me your fucktoy that you use however you want or need. Bend me to your will.” You say the words in a low, gravely tone, not a trace of insecurity or hesitation. 

“Is that really what you want? Me to fuck you raw?” His eyes glint with deviant fascination, his fingertips digging into your hips. “I may not be the tallest man in the world, but I can guarantee that I will fuck you like I am.” Your nipples spring fully erect in response to his words. 

“Then why are you hesitating?” You snip with a flat expression, taking a free hand to draw shapes upon your chest as you wait for him to finally take everything from you. He is silent for a moment before snatching you up by the chin. 

“Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours.” His eyes are deep with concentration and you can see the growing erection in his pants just out of the corner of your eye. He is getting off on roughing you up.

His hands move to your hips again, throwing you towards one end of the couch so that he can join you. Quickly, he frees himself out of the jumpsuit, letting the clothing fall to the floor in a heap. He is not wearing underwear, which makes you chuckle. You didn’t mean to make it obvious, but he heard it. He strikes you firmly against the breasts before barking, “I know you’re not laughing at me. You’re not that fucking stupid.”

He is well-plied with alcohol, and though you hadn’t ever fucked this Josh, every fiber of your being wants him to tear you apart, make you cry, call you any and every degrading name that he can come up with; the best part is that you knew that he will do it. 

“Just for that, you don’t get my tongue. Sucks for you, because I know just how to use it on your sopping cunt.” Getting on the couch, he works with your legs, moving them to the side, only to constantly struggle with the position that you end up in each time. The angles are horrendous, and there is not enough room for him to be able to work. “Fuck,” you hear him grunt through gritted teeth, frustration painted all over his face. “Guess the floor will have to work, won’t it?” 

You are surprised with the tenderness he shows while lifting you, his hands wrapping around you with ease, coming to place you gently on the floor. Though  you’re sure he didn’t intend for it to leak through his drunken exterior, Josh’s true personality glimmers upon his touch, betraying the character ever-so-slightly. 

The thought is pulled away when he spreads your legs wide with his knees and guiding his cock into your entrance, fucking into you with no preparation, no foreplay, and no guilt. “I told you no tongue. What did you expect, hmm?” He pauses for a moment before slamming into you again. “You’re really tight for a whore,” He says with a low, gravely tone. You whimper as he fucks you, feeling bombared by arousal. His words would have usually cut you down, but tonight all they do is push you further into ecstasy. 

“Do anything to me, Josh. Anything. Degrade me.” You break his rule, speaking out of turn, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You keep your eyes on him as he leans over you, letting his hands catch himself as they palm the floor at either side of your body. “Fuck.” He says before throwing a hand down in between your thighs, rubbing at your swollen clit. “You really do like this, don’t you? When I call you my little cum slut? My cock whore? Has a nice ring to it.” The flat of his fingertips sweet erratically upon your clit, filling the room with absurd, sloppy noise. Your back arches reflexively against the overwhelming action. 

”How are you gonna feel when there’s dried cum stains all over this filthy floor from what I do to you? Everytime we come back to perform, I’ll think of you.” Your eyes screw shut, and you find yourself struggling to remember to breathe. “What’s on your mind mama? What are you thinking about?”

“I–I would have let you fuck me in front–of the entire arena had you asked.” He fucks you even harder in response, removing his hand from you to scrounge for your hips, pulling them up off of the floor and onto his thighs, resuming his previous pace.

“Maybe next time. You’re a freak for wanting people to watch us fuck like animals.” You can’t help but chuckle. “Let them watch. I’m the one winning, anyway.” To your surprise, Josh doesn’t punish you, instead, he leans over you, sinking into your lips. “You are magically fucking wicked.” His arms wrap around you, pulling you off of the floor in a sitting position. “I want you to bounce on my cock. Show me you’re worth more than tits and ass.” He mutters the words sloppily, letting his lips, tongue and teeth drag down the long line from your collarbone and down between your breasts to your belly. Your skin glows from the contact with his teeth, leaving you burning. Wrapping your legs around his back, you use the gained leverage to bounce up and down, the new angle sending a shock of pleasure through your body. 

“Fucking Christ,” You whimper, tossing the looseness of your hair behind your back, pulling your arms around Josh’s neck. You busy your fingers at the nape of his neck, pulling and straightening out the sweaty curls. This new position allows for deeper penetration at different angles, each one adding to the overwhelming sensation growing in your core. You can hear the grunts and whimpers that he is trying so hard to conceal. “I can hear you, baby. Let it out. I know I make you weak.” He bucks wildly into you, his fingertips stabbing into you. Opening your eyes, you can see that his face is twisted with exertion, his curls glistening with sweat. “Fuck! Josh, right there–harder–” You yelp, throwing your hands to his shoulders. “Oh my god!” The words escape your lips at high volume, and you weren't prepared for his hand to slap at your mouth to keep you from talking. “If they hear us–I'll either be arrested, or–” You reach for his hand, wrenching it from your mouth. “I don’t fucking care. I said to fuck me like you own me. So shut up and do it.”

You can see his Adam's apple rise and fall as he swallows, considering your words. “Just know that I won’t be gentle.” His head dips into the crook of your neck, and suddenly you feel something warm dripping down your skin. It takes you a moment to realize that he spit on you, only to lap it back up in a long line, ending just before the curve of your jaw. “Own you? I can do that. Turn around and get on your knees. Head down, ass up.” You crawl off of him and assume the position, waiting patiently for him as your ass wags in the air. He rises, watching you shift position, busying himself by stroking his cock. When you are settled and waiting,  you feel his hands rub along the roundness of your ass. “So beautiful at every fucking angle, especially this one.” 

He plummets into you completely with the first thrust, and you can hear the groans escaping his throat as he withdraws his cock again, stopping just before revealing his pink tip. He teases you with a moment of nothingness before falling into you again, causing your body to shake from the momentum and impact. 

“Josh, fuck-oh my–fuck,” you growl, feeling your elbows grind into the scatchy carpet. 

“Ass higher.” He smacks the flat of his hand hard against your ass, enthused when it jiggles in response from the strike. You do your best to appease him, lowering your chest closer to the floor, and arching your back in a defined curve upward. Suddenly, searing white pain fills your senses. Josh has pulled your head back by your hair, his fist knotted into the shaft of your hair. For a moment, you consider the safeword that he had selected, but the pleasure is far too immense for you to attempt to stop. Choked gurgles escape your throat as he fucks you so roughly. You can feel your pussy throbbing and can assume that it is dripping in the most obscene display. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He releases your hair in order to focus on his orgasm, and you do your best to make the moment count, throwing your ass back against his cock.

 “I can take–all of you,” you release in a strangled tone. He continues to pummel you, gravity forcing your body to slam against the floor. Against your cheek, you feel the texture of the floor rubbing your face raw. “I’m yours. Take it all. Steal it,” you moaned, withdrawing completely from any desire to test his dominance. 

“Not before I make you cum. I might be an asshole, but I’m not evil.” His hand retreats from your ass, looping down once more to your pussy, rubbing furiously at your clit, stopping and starting at random intervals. Your body convulses against his touch, and the only thing you can do is push yourself against him, needing so badly for him to take you to your limit. “I know you’re close, Mama. I’m saving mine so we can fall apart together. You just have to let go.” 

You aren’t far behind him, feeling your core exploding against his shaft. His fingers do not relent or slow. Quite the opposite, he increases the pace and frenzy of his hands. “Let. Go.” He orders in a brusk tone, but you were already long gone for him to worry any longer. 

 “Oh my fucking G–” You manage to get out before crumpling from the orgasm.

“No! Stay there,” Josh reprimands, fucking into you repeatedly as you struggle to find your footing. His body collapses into yours with a slew of expletives, his hips slapping forcefully against you, sending you almost toppling over. He holds you in this precarious position for as long as he can, savoring every second of pleasure. Finally, he wraps his arms around you, pulling out and pulling you up at once to embrace you.

 “I’m sorry…it went a little too far this time.” He murmured softly in your ear. The funny thing is, you would have let him tear you apart again and again if he fucked you just like this every single time. You turn your body to face him, looking him directly in the eye. 

“I never asked you to take it easy on me. I said to fuck me like you own me–no need to apologize for doing your job.” Reaching up for his chin with your fingertips, you pull him down to you. “I always have something up my sleeve, Josh. I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, just like you’ve got me wrapped around your cock. “And the ‘glory’ of the first time? I think you’ve outdone yourself.” You kiss him deeply, softening the moment. 

“Thank the fireball, mama. Oh, and lots and lots of jealousy.” His smile spreads across your lips, the beauty of his features melting you so much that you don’t care to argue, instead, you reach an arm behind him and smack his bare ass as hard as you can. 

“Next time–I’ll have you on the floor, ass up. You call me wicked? You’ve seen nothing yet.”

***

If you would like to be added to my taglist, fill out this form!