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[miserymorgue]

GROSS | ft. J. WASHINGTON

summary You know Josh is gross – the way he looks at you, touches you, says things no decent guy would – but somehow, his desperate obsession feels intoxicating. He's pathetic, and filthy, which is exactly why nobody can know. (read on ao3)

wc 8.4k words

warnings explicit (MDNI!), PIV, fingering, masturbation, semi-rough sex, degradation, humiliation&praise kink, dub-con elements, bit of overstimulation, semi-public sex, emotional manipulation, obsessive/manipulative behaviour, general creepy and grossness from josh, unprotected sex, some noncon touching, alcohol use, sub/dom dynamics grey area

pairing josh washintgon x fem!reader (+ mentions of rest of until dawn gang)

You don’t tell your friends about Josh.

You can’t. He’s just… ugh. Gross. 

Not in a hygienic way. No, he showers—probably too often, given how his skin always looks stretched tight over his cheekbones, shiny and a little raw, like he scrubs himself bloody each morning to peel away whatever filth clings to him from the night before.

And his hair, while thick and styled with cheap gel that flakes off onto his shoulders, still somehow reeks of expensive cologne. The type that burns your nostrils with its sharp, synthetic sweetness, clashing horribly with the stale tang of sweat that seeps through by midday.

No, gross in the way he looks at you.

His gaze is… devouring. 

Like he’s trying to imagine exactly what you’d look like stripped bare, mouth parted, eyes wet—like he’s undressing you in his mind and finding ways to ruin you all at once.

His eyes dart over your body too fast, greedy, like he doesn’t want anyone else to notice what he’s doing but he also can’t control it. 

And when your eyes accidentally meet, he always smirks. That horrible, twitchy smirk that never reaches his eyes, his tongue running across his bottom lip as if tasting something only he can see.

Your friends noticed it immediately.

The first time he stumbled over to your group at a house party, a few beers deep, pupils blown wide and glassy, that grin split his face so wide it almost looked painful.

“Ladies,” he slurred, his voice thick with booze and something else, something sticky and leering, “what’s going on over here, huh? Talking about me?”

“Fuck off.” You snapped at him immediately.

You remember your immediate eye roll, how it only seemed to spur him on. His eyes snapped to you, laser-focused, pupils twitching like he couldn’t keep them still.

He let out a short, barking laugh, leaning closer, his free hand coming up to clumsily fix his fringe before it fell right back into his eyes.

“Or are we talking about you tonight?” he drawled, swaying forward so close you could smell the stale beer and cheap cologne mixing with his sweat. “God, you look—fuck— you know you look good, right? You’re like… fuckin’ dangerous.” He hiccuped, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving yours. “You’re… Sam’s little pal, yeah? Bet she doesn’t even know what to do with you.”

You scoffed, looking away, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “Fuck. Off.”

But he didn’t. His gaze dropped to your chest, lingering there like he was etching every inch into memory, then dragged lower with a grossly audible sigh. He licked his lips, slow and deliberate, before leaning in, his mouth brushing your ear as he whispered, voice trembling with cocky desperation, “Bet you taste even better than you look, huh? Fuck… I’d ruin you.”

Then, like nothing happened, he snapped upright with that manic, boyish grin plastered back onto his face, eyes flicking around the group, manic energy radiating off him. “Anyway—who’s getting me another drink? I’m fuckin’ parched.”

He watched your reaction with a flicker of dark amusement, eyes narrowing slightly as his grin widened. It was like he was cataloguing every tiny twitch of disgust on your face, savouring it. 

But what really caught his attention—what made his pupils darken with something greedy and almost triumphant—was how you didn’t tell him to fuck off this time.

You just stood there, glaring, lips pressed tight, shoulders tense. 

And he liked that. He liked it way too much.

Chris had to drag him away by the elbow, muttering an apology under his breath as Josh twisted to keep staring at you, his eyes unfocused but hungry, like a stray dog seeing scraps.

As soon as he left, your friends circled up, wide-eyed.

 “Oh my god, what was that?” one asked, laughing nervously. “What’d he say to you?”

“Where do men get the audacity?” another chimed in, rolling her eyes. “He’s so gross.” 

Then they turned to you, eyebrows raised. “Did you see the way he was looking at you? Like he wanted to… I don’t even know. Eat you alive or something.” 

“Literally. He gives me the creeps,” one friend shuddered, sipping her drink. “Did you hear what he said to Anna last week? Told her she ‘looked like a pornstar from the nineties, in a hot way’. Who even says that?” 

“Ugh, remember when he asked Sarah if her boobs were real? At brunch? In front of everyone? He’s disgusting. You'd think all that money, he'd have some manners.” 

You just laughed along with them, cheeks burning, ignoring the way your stomach twisted at the thought of him wanting to ‘eat you alive’. 

Another time you’d mentioned to Sam offhand that you were cramping badly, and Josh, overhearing from across the kitchen, piped up: “That’s kinda hot though. Like… primal or some shit.”

You’d gagged into your cereal bowl.

Men like him have always existed.

Too cocky for their own good, a little unhinged, but never quite dangerous enough for anyone to actually cut them off. The type who toes the line with crude jokes and lingering touches, only to grin and apologise with that manic glint in his eyes, and somehow everyone just lets it slide. 

He’s funny, or at least loud enough to pass for it.

Charismatic in that slippery, suffocating way that keeps him invited to every party you go to, keeps him perched at the edge of every group dinner, leaning back with his arms spread across the seat like he owns the world. 

But it’s the way he looks at you that makes your skin crawl.

His gaze turns dark when it lands on you—hungry, feverish, like he wants to peel you open and crawl inside, nestle there and never leave. Like he wants to keep you all to himself, hidden away beneath his fingernails and teeth. 

And he never tries to hide it.

Not at parties. Not in the warm candlelight glow of a crowded dinner table. Not when you’re laughing with friends and feel his stare burn across your throat like a brand. 

You always catch it. 

The way his eyes slid over your body like oil, lingering a bit too long on your chest, your thighs, lips parted just slightly like he was already picturing what they’d feel like wrapped around him. 

He’s touchy, too.

Always brushing past you when there’s plenty of room, his palm hot against your lower back as you walk through a crowd. When he compliments a dress or shirt you’re wearing, he just has to know what it feels like, running his fingers over the material, dragging them across your skin beneath it if he can, even when your face scrunches up in disgust and your friends’ jaws drop at the sheer audacity of Josh.

The worst part is… you never really discourage him. You just roll your eyes, mumble a half-hearted “Stop it, Josh,” and move on. You never actually push him away when his hands settle near your midriff or drift up towards your collarbone, fingers gripping at the fabric like he wants to rip it away.

He’s just one of those guys.

He laughs too loud – breathy and obnoxious, echoing through the room.

He says things that are just a bit too sexual, even to his other female friends like Jess or Ashley, little comments that make them shift uncomfortably closer to their boyfriends, which he loves doing in front of them.

He jokes too much about wanting to roleplay or choke someone out, watching your face closely after he says it, eyes dark and mouth curled up in that stupid smirk.

He messages you at 3am, “u up? ❤️,” and when you don’t respond, he sends another. And another. 

Sometimes you wonder why he’s like that. 

His sisters seem totally normal – Hannah’s a bit naïve, sure, and Beth can be firm when she needs to be, but they’re normal. They’re just too rich for their own good. Their parents stopped caring a long time ago.

And Josh… Josh fucking loves that mountain lodge they own. He’s always talking about it, about how quiet it is up there, alone in the snow, how you could scream and no one would hear. 

He once told you, straight-faced, “You’d look so fucking hot crying. Like, properly sobbing. Bet your mascara would run all down your face.”

It wasn’t even during an argument, or after a joke, or anything that might have excused it. You’d just been sitting there on the back deck, scrolling through your phone as he smoked, the fading sun casting gold across the lake.

You hadn’t even been talking to him. You’d just sighed quietly to yourself at some sad video, blinking fast to keep your eyes from watering.

Josh exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyes locked on your face, studying every little twitch of your expression. Then he said it. Calm. Flat. Like an observation about the weather.

You looked up sharply, heart stuttering in your chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you whispered, disgust curling thick and heavy in your throat.

He just smirked wider, tongue flicking across his bottom lip as his gaze flicked down your face, lingering at your mouth. “Nothing,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Absolutely nothing at all.”

Then he stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked back inside, leaving you there with your pulse pounding in your temples, your skin crawling so violently it felt like you might scratch it all off just to be clean again.

He’s pathetic. He’s gross. Weird. Perverted.

Which is exactly why nobody could know.

It happened at the lodge, of course. Where else would it happen? 

Just a winter getaway, late January. You’d come up with Sam, your duffel bag stuffed with sweaters and thick socks, expecting nothing more than hot cocoa, card games, and maybe a freezing dip in the lake for bragging rights. 

Josh called while you were halfway up the mountain road, the icy trees blurring past outside. The moment he heard your voice crackling through the car speakers, you swear he nearly came right then and there. 

“Fuck, yeah. Fuck. Yeah.” His breathing was ragged over the line, like he’d been running or… something else. “You’re gonna have the time of your life, babe, I swear. I’ve told you about how q—” 

“—I know, Josh. It’s quiet. Shut up now,” you snapped, cutting him off before his filthy mouth could say something else that would make Sam roll his eyes in disgust.

Too late, she was gagging at the ‘babe’ of it all.

Josh just laughed. That low, manic, bubbling laugh that always made your stomach twist, equal parts revulsion and dread. He was never put off by your impatience.

If anything, it only spurred him on. 

“God, you’re such a little bitch sometimes,” he chuckled, voice dropping low, filthy, almost fond. “Gonna be a fun weekend.”

“Watch it, Josh,” Sam remarked. “Seriously, she’s my friend, stop acting all… you.”

“She doesn’t mind, do you babe?”

“Fuck off,” Is all you say.

It started earlier that night.

You’re rummaging through your duffel bag looking for clean socks when you notice your folded underwear sitting a little off from how you packed them. Your stomach clenches cold. The lace is twisted around itself in a way you know you didn’t leave it. Wrinkled. Handled.

You frown, fingers brushing over the cotton, then glance up to see Josh standing in the doorway.

Watching.

He smiles slowly, eyes flicking down to your open bag before meeting yours again. His gaze is glassy, hungry, lips parted just slightly like he’s been panting. You notice then the way his hand flexes at his side, fingers twitching like they’re aching to touch.

“Need any help unpacking?” he asks, voice syrupy sweet, but there’s a rasp to it, raw and shaky, like he’s been breathing heavy for a while.

Your skin crawls. “No,” you snap, shoving the bag closed, feeling your cheeks burn with disgust and something shameful under his stare.

But as you walk past him, his arm brushes yours. He leans in close enough that his breath fans hot over your ear, and under his deodorant and sweat you catch a faint, bitter tang that makes your stomach flip—like he’s been working himself up alone in the dark.

“Cute panties,” he whispers, so low you’re not sure you heard it right. But then he laughs, a quiet, broken little chuckle, and you know.

You push past him, heart hammering, bile rising in your throat. But even as you leave, you can feel it. His stupid fucking staring.

The cabin was warm and golden with firelight, flickering shadows making everyone look softer, prettier, a little drunker than they really were. You’d spent most of dinner ignoring Josh’s gaze burning into your side profile as you laughed at Mike’s stupid impressions. You felt it – every time you tilted your head back, his eyes dragged down your throat, your chest, your arms. Devouring. 

He barely spoke through dinner. Just watched. Picking at his food with trembling fingers, flicking glances around the table to keep up the pretence of normalcy, then dragging them back to you like gravity.

Afterwards, he and Chris set up beer pong, coaxing everyone to join in with drunken cheers and clumsy bravado.

“You play?” Josh asks as he gets one in.

You stood beside the table, sipping on a beer yourself. “Not really. Can’t aim for shit.”

“I’ll teach you. C’mon, it’s easy,” He insists, waving you to come closer.

You sigh, feeling the glances of Emily and Jess, both of whom have mightily advised you to stay away from Josh.

“He’s a sweet guy, like, we wouldn’t be friends with him if he was a total dick, right? But like, you can do so much better, girl.”

Despite it, you agree. He smiles as you step closer, taking the ping pong ball out of his hand.

“What? I just bounce it right in?”

“Yeah. Yeah. You just- alright, maybe pick a cup you wanna get it in.”

“Fine. Um. Third row from the front, second from the left.” 

“Good girl,” he says without thinking, voice low and hoarse. Your stomach clenches at that, unbidden. 

You glance up sharply, but he’s already moving to stand behind you, big clammy hands coming to rest on your hips. You tense. His thumbs press circles into the fabric of your hoodie, squeezing like he’s trying to memorise the shape of your bones beneath it.

“Okay, okay, relax,” he murmurs near your ear, breath hot and beer-sour. “Just… line it up. You wanna flick it, not throw it.” 

You can feel everyone’s eyes on you – Mike grinning drunkenly, Jess smirking, Emily rolling her eyes like she’s already written this scene off as pathetic.

But Josh doesn’t care, and maybe you don’t either. His entire body is pressed against yours now, his chest firm against your back. 

His fingers slide down from your hips to rest lightly on your thighs, the touch far too intimate for a party game. You feel him press in a little harder, the swell of his crotch flush against your ass, and you stiffen instinctively. 

“Josh,” you hiss under your breath, a light reprimand, but he just laughs quietly, his grip tightening like iron shackles. 

“Shh, babe, I’m just helping you aim,” he murmurs, voice dripping with fake innocence, though you can feel the twitch of his grin against your ear. “C’mon, focus for me.” 

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to raise your arm, wrist flicking as you send the ball flying in a clumsy arc. It hits the rim of your chosen cup and bounces out, clattering across the table. 

“Ah, so close,” Josh breathes, his fingers digging bruises into your thighs as he pulls you tighter against him. You feel him through the thin fabric of your leggings, and your cheeks burn with humiliation. 

He finally steps back, hands sliding back up to your waist, giving it a squeeze that makes you wriggle under him. “Good try. Keep going.”

You wriggle under the touch, shoving him off with your hip as best you can, glaring over your shoulder. But he’s already stepped back, watching you with that heavy-lidded stare, pupils blown wide, tongue flicking across his bottom lip like he’s tasting the moment.

You can’t believe you listen to him.

You do. You try again, shaking out your wrist, and he stays back this time, arms crossed over his chest. His hoodie sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, veins snaking down his forearms, hands twitching like he’s resisting the urge to touch you again. 

“Aim with your wrist, not your hand,” he mentions lazily, like it’s a casual afterthought, like he didn’t just grind himself against you in front of half your friends. 

“Fuck off,” you remind him flatly, eyes locked on the cup. But you take the advice anyway.

You flick your wrist, the ball arcs neatly, and lands directly in the cup you’d chosen before. 

Beer sloshes over the rim. Chris and Mike whoop, Ashley cheers, Emily claps sarcastically. 

“Babies first beer pong,” Jess teases, raising her cup to her lips. 

You smile despite yourself, feeling a flicker of pride, looking down at the ping pong table and shaking your head. Then you glance at Josh, expecting a cocky comment, and find him staring at you with an expression so intense it makes your stomach clench. 

You give him a small, reluctant smile, just a twitch of your lips. “Thanks, coach,” you mutter, sipping your beer to hide the flush in your cheeks. Then you add under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear: “Never touch me again, though.” 

He just grins at that, wide and twitchy and obscene, raising both hands like he’s surrendering to the cops. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he says, voice thick with mock innocence. 

You roll your eyes, but there’s heat rising in your chest that you try to shove down, turning away before you can think too much about it. As you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, you catch Emily watching you from across the table, eyebrows raised, an amused, questioning smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Your smirk fades instantly. You duck your head, focusing hard on your beer, willing the flush on your cheeks to cool down before anyone else notices.

You’ve always heard nothing good happens past midnight.

You’d have to agree.

You slept too much on the drive over, and now you’re wide awake, curled up on the loveseat as the fire burns low, dying phone in hand. Chris had nearly lit himself on fire trying to get the thing started earlier, and everyone had laughed until their ribs ached.

Now it’s quiet. Everyone else has drifted off to bed, sprawled out in spare rooms and on couches, bodies heavy with beer and whiskey and shots of something sweet Josh found in the back of the liquor cabinet.

You sobered up a while ago, nursing a wine, staring into the embers as they collapsed in on themselves. 

Almost everyone had gone to bed. 

You hear the footsteps before you see him. Heavy, uneven, like he’s dragging his feet across the polished wood floors just to let you know he’s coming. You don’t bother turning. You already know. 

Josh stumbles in from the kitchen, hoodie unzipped, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, hair sticking up in greasy tufts like he’s been tugging at it all night. Like he’s been pacing and thinking and pacing some more. 

When he sees you, his whole face changes. That stupid grin unfurls across his lips, slow and twitchy, his eyes going soft and dark all at once. Hungry. Lazy. Like he’s just come home to something warm and waiting.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he wonders. 

You don’t look up from your phone. “Nope.” 

He chuckles under his breath, moving closer, the floor creaking under his weight. “Yeah. Me neither.” 

He exhales a shaky sigh, like the sight of you actually calms him, shoulders dropping as he steps around the couch to stand in front of you. The shadows from the fire flicker across his face, catching on the sharp plane of his cheekbones, the wet gleam of his lips. He smells like sweat and cologne and stale beer. Overpowering. Cloying. 

For a moment he just… looks at you, stood between the couch and fireplace. Like he’s drinking in the sight, pupils blown wide, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You flick your gaze up at him, and his breath catches, chest hitching like you just punched the air out of his lungs. 

“Stop staring at me like that,” you mutter, voice flat, phone now of no interest to you.

He raises his hands again, surrendering. “Like what?”

“Josh…” You sigh, tired, rubbing at your eyes with the heel of your palm. The fire crackles behind him, shadows dancing across his sharp cheeks, making him look almost skeletal. Gaunt. Haunted.

Because he knows. He knows exactly how he looks at you. Everybody does. He finally drops it.

“Oh, come on,” he scoffs, but there’s no real bite behind it. His words are low, slurred at the edges, eyes flickering over your face with something like pleading. “I’m— I’m nothin’ but a gentleman to you, aren’t I?” His brows twitch together, mouth twisting into something sour. “I… I keep my distance. I deal with your attitude, don’t I?” He chuckles, but it’s hollow, wet at the end like he’s swallowing back something desperate.

You stare at him, brows drawn tight. He’s rambling, voice dropping to a whisper. 

“Can’t I just— can’t I just have one thing?”

You blame the wine for how you don’t stop him as he takes a slow step closer, like you’re his prey. Except he just watches.

“Is that alright with you?” He mumbles. “If you’re not… gonna give me what I want.”

You can’t help it. “What do you want?”

He scoffs a dry laugh at that and points at you like you’ve just told a hilarious joke. “The playing dumb thing is cute. Real cute, you know?” He chuckles to himself.

God, if your friends knew you were even entertaining this.

A beat of quiet goes by till he takes a seat in the empty spot next to you. He spreads his legs wide, knee bumping against yours. You curl more into yourself, tucking your foot up onto the seat, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands as you inhale sharply, staring into the fire with him.

Yeah. He’s fucking weird.

And just… crude, and touchy.

But maybe you’re touch-starved. Maybe your ex was too nice. Maybe you’re bored. But he wants you. He’s never not shown that. Not like the others, who flirt when it’s convenient, whose eyes flick away the moment they’re bored of the chase.

He looks at you like he’s starving. Like he’d gnaw his own arm off if it meant getting to touch you for a second. 

And maybe that’s why you ask him— 

“Why do you like me?” you whisper, voice almost lost beneath the crackle of the fire. You stare down at your lap, fingers fidgeting with the fraying ends of your sleeves. 

Josh almost doesn’t hear it. His glazed eyes remain fixed on the fire, flickering orange reflected in his blown pupils. For a second, you think he’s not going to answer. But then he exhales, a shaky sound that rattles his chest. 

“You’re hot,” he says flatly. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but before you can cut him off he keeps going, words tumbling out clumsy and unfiltered. 

“You’re… nice. Not always to me, n’ all, but that’s usually ‘cause I’ve got it comin’,” he chuckles, rubbing a hand over his mouth like he’s trying to hide his smile. “But I see you with Sam. With the others. You… I dunno. You care about stuff. About people. You’re funny. And you’re just so fuckin’ sexy, you know?” 

He lets out a low, breathy laugh, shaking his head slightly. It sounds almost disbelieving, like he can’t believe he’s saying this and you’re actually listening. His knee nudges yours again, firmer this time, like he can’t help himself. 

“I mean—fuck—you’re sittin’ here lookin’ like that, and you’re talkin’ to me, and… shit, dude,” he mumbles, voice going quiet at the end. His gaze finally drags over to you, eyes half-lidded and heavy with exhaustion and liquor and that same disgusting, obsessive hunger. “It’s like… I dunno. You make me fuckin’ crazy.” 

Your chest tightens, stomach twisting uncomfortably. It’s pathetic.

He’s pathetic.

But there’s a part of you—some small, rotting part buried deep in your chest—that feels something warm curl through your ribs at his words. At least he wants you. At least he’s obsessed. And that’s worth something. Even if he’s gross.

Which is exactly why you lean in without thinking, pressing your lips against his cheek. Your cheap red gloss leaves a faint smear on his sharp bone.

You watch him twitch at the contact, squirming under your gaze when you pull back, still close, your body fully angled towards him now. 

He turns his head to look at you, eyes wide, confused, silent. 

Good. He should shut up more often, you think. 

Before he can say anything, you lean in again.

This time, your lips press against his. Soft at first – he goes completely still, frozen in shock, before his mouth starts to move against yours, clumsy and desperate. You can feel how plush his lips are, how they part under yours like he’s starving for it. 

You kiss him deeper for just a second, tasting stale beer and mint gum, before pulling away abruptly, leaving him panting.

He stares at you like you’ve just handed him the meaning of life on a silver platter. Like he might genuinely explode if you touch him again. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” you murmur, voice low and firm. 

He nods so fast it’s pathetic. 

“Answer me,” you demand, eyes narrowing. 

“I-I won’t tell anyone,” he blurts out, voice breaking at the edges. 

“You promise?” Your hand slides up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over the faint stubble there, almost tender. 

His eyes flutter half-shut, lips parting like he’s about to say something worshipful. But he hesitates. “Well–” 

You fist your fingers into his hair and yank, hard enough to make him gasp, his head tipping back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. “Promise me,” you repeat, your voice like steel. 

He’s breathing heavy now, chest rising and falling fast, but a shaky smile curls at the edge of his lips. “Yes, ma’am,” he breathes out, half joking, half ruined already.

You don’t remember how his mouth ended up on yours, chasing it like you would vanish into thin air. How his fingers found their way under your sweater, rough and trembling against the bare skin of your waist. How you climbed onto his lap, straddling him without thinking, knees digging into the ratty loveseat cushions on either side of his thighs. 

His hands clutched at your hips like he was scared you’d slip away. His touch was desperate – not tender, not considerate – just greedy, fingers digging in so tight you knew you’d bruise. You felt his cock straining against his sweats beneath you already, pathetic, hard just from a couple of kisses. 

“Fuck…” he whimpered into your mouth, his voice breaking pathetically as his tongue licked at your bottom lip, sloppy and uncoordinated. “Fuck, fuck… you’re… you’re so fucking hot, oh my god…” 

You pulled back slightly, just enough to watch his face. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, chest heaving like he’d run a marathon. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the chill in the lounge.

He looked… kind of beautiful, in a filthy, trembling way. Like something that shouldn’t exist, and yet there it was, all yours.

You remember his little noises – those quiet, broken whimpers into your mouth – and the way he said your name like it was the only word he knew. 

“You’re a fucking dick,” You muttered softly, but your hips rolled down against him anyway, feeling the way he twitched beneath you, how his breath hitched in his throat. 

His hands slid up under your hoodie, rough palms skating over your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra. He looked like he might start crying from how overwhelmed he was, lips pink and swollen, gloss smeared across his mouth and chin. 

“I’ve dreamt about this,” he whispered, his voice wrecked. “You can call me whatever you want. Just… please… please keep going.” 

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. 

You leaned in again, your mouth ghosting over his ear. “You’re such a fucking loser, Josh,” you whispered, your tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear. 

He shivered violently beneath you, hips jerking up against yours involuntarily. “Yeah…” he breathed out, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, squeezing like he was trying to memorise the shape of it. “I don’t care… don’t fucking care…” 

You kissed him again, harder this time, biting down on his bottom lip until he let out a strangled groan into your mouth. His hips were grinding up into you now, desperate little thrusts that made your stomach twist with disgust and reluctant heat. 

Because at least he wanted you. At least he was obsessed. 

At least when his eyes rolled back and his hands shook against your skin, it was because of you. Only you. 

God, you’re pathetic.

His hands slip out from under your shirt, fumbling down to grab at your ass, squeezing rough and greedy as you kiss him harder.

You move his hand lower, guiding it yourself until his fingertips brush the waistband of your sleep shorts. He lets out a ragged little gasp at the contact, the sound muffled by your mouth, and you can feel him twitch beneath you, pathetic. 

You drag his hand under the thin cotton, down into your panties. He hesitates for half a second, almost like he’s overwhelmed, before his fingers slip lower and finally swipe through your folds. 

You break the kiss with a shaky inhale, your forehead dropping to rest against his as you feel him touch your core, wet and hot against his trembling fingers. His breath hitches, chest rising sharply under yours, and his eyes flutter between your flushed face and the sight of his hand buried under your shorts. 

“Fuck… you’re…” he starts, voice hoarse with disbelief as he feels just how wet you are. 

“Shut up,” you mutter quickly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

He just nods, swallowing hard, but his mouth won’t stay shut for long. “I’ve… I’ve thought about this for so fucking long, you know,” he rambles, his voice cracking at the edges with desperation. “I… fuck, I can’t believe this is real…”

You’re about to tell him to stop talking again, but then his thumb brushes your clit, light and tentative. Your hips jolt forward involuntarily, a moan slipping from your parted lips. His eyes flick back to your face, pupils blown wide, drinking in the way you scrunch your eyes shut and bite down on your bottom lip.

His thumb starts circling your clit, slow at first, as his fingers dip lower, teasing at your entrance but never pushing in. 

“I jack off to you all the time,” he breathes out, his voice low and trembling. “In the shower. In bed. Fuckin’— even in the bathroom at work sometimes… You’re like… you’re a fucking dream, you know that?” 

You let out a shaky exhale, pressing your face into his shoulder to muffle your noises when he finally sinks a finger inside you, crooking it experimentally. It’s rough and clumsy, nothing like how you touch yourself, but his fingers are thicker, reaching deeper, the stretch making your thighs quiver around his hips. 

He chuckles low in his chest, dark and filthy. “I’ve thought… fuck… thought about putting you in so many different positions,” he murmurs, curling his finger inside you just right, making your breath stutter. “Thought about your mouth around my dick. Thought about what kind of noises you’d make when I fuck you. Bet you sound so pretty, don’t you?” 

He thrusts the single finger slowly, and it’s not enough. Not even close. You reach back, grabbing his wrist, guiding his movements. “Lower,” you pant out, voice strained, “and… another.” 

His eyes roll back at your words, a guttural little whine escaping his throat as he obeys immediately, pressing a second finger in beside the first. You let out a choked moan, your back arching as he scissors them open, finding the spot that makes your thighs shake. 

“Fuck… fuck, look at you…” he whispers, voice shaking with reverence as he pumps his fingers deeper, thumb rubbing fast, messy circles over your clit. “So good for me… riding my fingers like that…” 

You move against him, grinding down desperately, chasing the feeling, your breath hitching with each thrust. His fingers fill you perfectly, curling just right, thumb flicking your clit faster. Your vision blurs at the edges.  “Right there, right there…” You mumble.

“I’ve thought about tying you up,” he mutters, ignoring your praise, his voice wrecked, eyes glued to your flushed face and parted lips. “Would you… would you let me do that? Hm? Tie you up, spread you open… fuck, I’d ruin you.” 

You let out a shaky breath, pretending like you’re ignoring his words, but the flush that spreads down your chest gives you away. You can’t even speak, can only nod weakly, your hips rolling faster, thighs trembling around him. 

“Fuck… fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans quietly, his fingers thrusting deeper, thumb relentless over your clit. “God… you’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? Gonna come all over my fingers… fuck, please… please, baby…”

“Shit, that’s so hot,” He exclaims quietly, watching as you ride on his fingers.

Your stomach coils tighter, heat building fast, his filthy words spurring you closer and closer as you ride his hand, desperate little whimpers muffled against his neck. His thumb is relentless over your clit, circles sloppy and fast, his two fingers thrusting deep inside you, curling up just right, stretching you open around him. 

“That’s it,” he breathes out shakily, his lips brushing your ear as his voice drops low, dark, possessive. “So good for me… making those pretty little noises… can’t let anyone hear, can you?” 

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as the coil in your stomach snaps tight. Your body clenches around his fingers, a broken sob tearing out of your throat despite how you bite down on his shoulder to muffle it.

The orgasm rips through you, hot and fast, your thighs trembling violently around his hips as you cum hard on his fingers, grinding down desperately as if you could drag out every last wave. 

“That’s it… good fucking girl,” he whispers raggedly, his breath shaking against your cheek as he keeps thrusting his fingers, slower now, helping you ride it out. 

You pant into his neck, your forehead pressed to the sweaty skin there, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Your whole body feels loose, trembling with aftershocks, but you’re hyper-aware of the way his cock is straining hard against his sweatpants beneath you, pressed snug between your soaked core and his stomach. 

Even through the fabric you can feel how hot and hard he is, twitching with every tiny shift of your hips. He lets out a strangled little whine when your hips shift involuntarily, rutting up against you with desperate need.

His hands grip at your ass, holding you tight against him, grinding up into your clothed crotch shamelessly as he pants into your hair. 

“Please…” he whimpers, his voice wrecked, needy and pathetic. “Please… need you so bad… please let me…” 

His forehead drops to your shoulder, lips parted against your skin as he ruts up against you again, cock throbbing hard under his sweats, leaving a wet patch where precum soaks through. His hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh like he’s scared you’ll pull away. 

You can feel his chest heaving against yours, his whole body trembling with restraint as he keeps himself from flipping you over and taking what he wants.

Because he knows – he knows he has to wait for you to give it to him. 

And maybe that’s what makes this feel so fucking good. Knowing how desperate he is. How completely and utterly at your mercy he is right now, shaking beneath you like a dog begging for scraps.

Without warning, you spit quickly onto your palm, the wet heat slicking your skin. Your hand slides between you both, bold and unhesitating, slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, then under his boxers, curling around the length of his cock. 

His mouth falls open, a ragged breath catching in his throat before it bursts into a long, desperate groan—too loud, too raw. You clamp your other hand swiftly over his mouth, fingers pressing firmly against his cheek. 

“Be quiet,” you hiss, voice low and sharp. “Or I’ll fucking leave you here.” 

You see the flicker of genuine horror cross his face at the thought, eyes wide and glassy. His body tenses, trembling under your touch. He nods quickly, swallowing hard behind your hand. 

Still, the soft, pitiful whimpers press against your palm as his lips press and bite lightly, nearly grazing your skin. You grip him tighter, thumb stroking up and down, moving slow and deliberate, letting him drown in the feeling while you hold the reins.

Your hand moves carefully, almost possessive—like you’re trying to tame something wild and broken beneath your touch. His body shudders against you, tense but craving, the heat radiating through the thin fabric of his sweats.

He’s barely holding himself together, that desperate, hungry edge never leaving his eyes, even though his lips stay pressed beneath your palm, muffling his ragged breaths and quiet whines. 

You can feel the frantic pulse beneath your fingers, the slick heat that speaks of him straining on the edge. You don’t want to drag this out any longer than it has to.

You want one thing and he’s already got you there once, which is already more than you expected. 

You just keep moving your hand, slow and steady, fingers tracing the line between pleasure and pain, between control and surrender. 

Suddenly, you pull your hands away, leaving him trembling and exposed beneath your touch. His cock presses hard against his stomach, eyes wide and glassy as he watches you, dumbfounded. 

Without hesitation, you shimmy down your shorts and panties, the fabric slipping to the floor with a soft thud. His breath hitches, a string of low, shocked curses escaping his lips like he can’t quite believe this is really happening. 

His hand rises hesitantly, replacing yours, fingers wrapping around his own aching length, moving in a slow, desperate rhythm as his gaze stays locked on you. 

“Can you, um—” He gestures awkwardly toward your hoodie, hesitation thick in his voice. 

You freeze, a flicker of doubt flashing through your mind. Stripped bare before him, while he remains warm and clothed, the imbalance of power sharp as ever. But his eyes, burning with that twisted mixture of hunger and awe, drag you forward. 

With a reluctant breath, you tug off the hoodie, the cool air prickling your skin as you settle back onto his lap, careful to keep just enough distance to remind him this isn’t softness or tenderness—it’s control. 

He watches, hand moving faster now, slick with sweat, as you unclip your bra—revealing curves that have him practically swallowing his own breath. 

Your heart hammers loud in the stillness. Anyone could walk in at any moment. You pray the whiskey haze keeps the others oblivious, safe behind closed doors and heavy lids. 

“Holy shit,” he rasps, voice thick with disbelief and need. 

One hand never leaving his cock, the other tentatively reaching for your bare tits, fingers exploring, squeezing like he’s trying to memorise every inch. You shiver under the weight of his touch—equal parts revulsion and reluctant heat. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpers into your neck, voice ragged and wet. “You’re so fucking—god, you’re so warm, please, please let me—” 

You barely hear him. Your brain is cotton-wool fuzz, heat coiling tight in your stomach as you grip his hair, forcing him to look at you. His eyes roll back slightly, lids fluttering, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his hips jerk up again, desperate for friction, moving his hands to your waist, holding your back towards him.

“You’re pathetic.” you mutter, your voice flat, empty.

“Yeah,” he breathes, nodding into your grip, his fingers digging bruises into your hips.

You watch him for a second. Watch the way his chest heaves with each ragged breath, sweat dripping down his temples, gloss smeared across his swollen lips. You could almost laugh. This is Josh Washington. Rich kid. The Black Sheep, even in his own friend group. Reduced to a whining, trembling mess beneath you. 

You reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock again. He sobs at the touch, forehead thunking forward against your collarbone. “Please, please,” he whispers, voice shaking so hard it cracks. “I need it, I need you, I need—” 

“Shhh,” you say softly, cutting him off. 

Your thumb brushes over the flushed head, smearing the precum down his shaft as his thighs twitch under you. You guide him to your entrance, sinking down slowly. The stretch burns and he’s not even all the way in, but the way he chokes on his moan makes the discomfort worth it. 

His hands fly to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints. “Fuck, oh fuck, oh my god,” he gasps, eyes wide and shining in the dim firelight. “You feel—fuck—better than I ever imagined.” 

You roll your hips experimentally, feeling him twitch inside you. He’s thick, not huge, but big enough to make your eyes flutter shut as he fills you completely. 

“God, please,” he whines, thrusting up helplessly. “Let me, let me fuck you, please, I need to—” 

You slap your hand over his mouth again, silencing his desperate noises as you start to move. The couch creaks beneath you with every bounce, the springs whining under your combined weight. “Shut up, for fucks sake,” you hiss. “You want everyone to wake up and see what a pathetic little perv you are?” You spit. “Hearing about how you touch yourself to me, how you’re a fucking weirdo, going through my underwear, tellin' me how you wanna see me crying... making all those stupid, stupid jokes?”

He moans against your palm, eyes rolling back, fingers digging into your flesh like he’s holding on for dear life. His hips jerk up into yours in sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts, chasing the tight heat of your cunt like an animal. 

Tears are brimming in his eyes now, lashes wet and clumped together as he looks up at you like you’re the fucking messiah. 

“Shit. Shit. Fuck. I’m- Gonna cum—” he tries to say against your hand, voice muffled and broken. 

“Already?” you mock, leaning in close so your lips brush his ear. “God, you’re fucking useless.” 

That does it. His whole body seizes under you, back arching off the loveseat as he cums with a choked, pathetic sob. Hot, wet pulses fill you as his hips keep twitching, his entire body trembling like he might collapse if you let go of him. 

You don’t stop moving. You keep grinding down onto him, ignoring his whimpers of overstimulation, using his cock for your own pleasure. His eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent moan as his hips jerk involuntarily. He hits just the right spot, and you quickly move to shove your lips against his, moaning into his mouth to quiet yourself.

“Fuck, fuck,” you mumble, your stomach tightening dangerously. The heat coils low in your gut as you ride him harder, his cock stretching you open, every inch filthy and overwhelming. “Do you have any idea—” 

Your words cut off with a sharp whimper when his hands come up to your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending electric shocks down your spine. He looks up at you like you’re god, eyes glazed, mouth falling open before he leans in, kissing across your chest, lips hot and wet as he wraps them around your nipple, sucking hard. 

“Any idea how… humiliating this is?” you pant out, voice trembling, breath coming in ragged gasps as you bounce in his lap, the slap of skin on skin echoing faintly over the crackle of the dying fire. 

He moans against your chest, tongue flicking over your nipple, drool and spit mixing with his feverish kisses. His eyes flick up to yours, pupils blown wide, glassy with tears from sheer sensory overload. He doesn’t stop. His hands squeeze your breasts tighter, thumbs brushing insistently as his hips buck up, desperate for more. 

“Have any idea how… if I was to tell anyone that I fucked—” you gasp, voice rising, heat building faster and faster, “fucking Josh Washington—” 

He groans at the sound of his name falling from your lips like that, filthy and ruined. 

“They’d think I’m a fucking weirdo,” you spit out, words dissolving into a breathy moan as he sucks your other nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it just enough to make your hips stutter against him. “Oh—fuck, fuck, right there, fuck.” 

He stops for a moment, head falling back against the couch with a low, broken groan as your cunt clenches around him.

“Shit,” he breathes, staring down at where you’re joined, at the slick mess dripping down his cock, at the way you’re swallowing him whole with every desperate thrust. 

Your stomach tightens one final time before the coil snaps, pleasure exploding behind your eyes as you come with a shaking, choked moan. You bury your face in his shoulder, teeth sinking into the material of his hoodie, biting down hard enough to feel the sting in your jaw. 

He fucks up into you slowly, grinding his cock deep inside, moaning into your hair, his hands trembling against your ribs as he tries to hold himself back. When your orgasm fades, you lift your head slightly, breathing ragged, sweat dripping down your chest. Between your legs is a ruin of slick and cum, his cock twitching still inside you as your walls spasm around him weakly. 

Both of you look down at the mess, panting, the obscene sight making your stomach twist in disgust and reluctant satisfaction. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, a brief hit of clarity slicing through the haze, shame coiling around your throat like a chokehold. 

A few minutes pass in silence, only the sound of the dying fire flickering across the room, painting shadows across his ruined, flushed face. You gently pull yourself off of him, sitting besides him now, bare as ever. You lean over, grabbing your bra and hoodie.

Then, Josh chuckles. Quiet. Low. Almost thoughtful. His eyes stay fixed on yours as a twisted smile curls up at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe you are,” he says softly, voice raw, trembling with exhausted lust. 

Your brows furrow, confusion slicing through your afterglow as you reach for your bra, hooking it back around your chest with trembling fingers. “What?”

Josh just grins wider at your confusion, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes dark and glossy with exhaustion and something sharper. Something almost triumphant. He tucks his cock away slowly, hissing a little at the sensitivity, before leaning forward to grab your shorts from the floor, holding them out to you.

“Maybe you are a fucking weirdo,” he whispers, voice low and hoarse, “for wanting someone like me.” 

You blink, staring at him, feeling your chest tighten with something hot and shameful. He holds your shorts out closer, wiggling them teasingly between his fingers before letting out a quiet, broken laugh. 

“But… that’s kinda what makes you so fuckin’ hot, isn’t it?” he murmurs. “You could have any guy here, but… here you are.” He shakes his head, a breathy, disbelieving chuckle leaving his lips. “Here you fuckin’ are.” 

You snatch your shorts from his hand, cheeks burning. But you notice immediately—he’s handed them to you without your panties. You glance at the floor, searching, but he just raises his brows innocently, that twitchy smirk returning as he reaches down to his hoodie pocket, shoving the bunched-up cotton inside. 

“Don’t worry about those,” he mutters, voice smug, self-satisfied. “Souvenir.” 

Your mouth falls open slightly, rage and disgust flashing hot through your veins, but he just leans back against the couch, arms spreading lazily along the backrest, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you pull on your shorts, maybe accepting your fate a little too quickly. 

“This is a one-time thing,” you bite out, voice trembling with leftover adrenaline. 

Your hands feel clumsy as you tug your hoodie back over your head, trying to ignore the way his gaze devours the sight of you dressing. He tilts his head at that, studying you with a dark curiosity. 

“Yeah?” he hums, tongue flicking out again to wet his cracked lips. “You sure about that?” 

You glare at him, chest heaving, heart pounding so loud you’re surprised he can’t hear it. “Don’t push it, Josh.” 

For a second, something flickers behind his eyes—something almost genuine, raw, stripped of all his usual sleazy bravado. His lips twitch upwards into a broken smile, eyes softening as he watches you adjust your hoodie. 

“Hey,” he says softly, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I won’t tell anyone. Ever. You know that, right?” 

Your jaw clenches. You don’t answer, refusing to give him even that sliver of reassurance he craves.

You just turn away, stepping over empty beer bottles and discarded blankets as you leave him sitting there, panting quietly in the firelit dark, your panties hidden away in his pocket like a trophy. 

And as you step into the silent hallway, your chest tightens with something sickening and warm, something that makes your skin crawl—

Because you know he’s right. 

note: woah first fic alert ! this was supposed to be way shorter, but i decided to commit to the smut. first time writing it, have no idea if it's any good. veryyyy welcome to feedback! i just kind of try to write and emulate my own fav writers yk . anyway. hope u like! also pls lmk if the warnings aren't quite accurate or if i forgot something!

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Situationship with Josh Washington

Word count ── 5k ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Summary- Josh Washington x reader porn w plot. First time coming up to the mountain with Josh and his friends since meeting in college with all the great things situationships bring lol (NSFW 18+, female reader)

Warnings- smut, unprotected piv, obsessive/toxic behavior from Josh, avoidant reader idk, alcohol, oral fem/reader receiving, creampie, male masturbating, arguing.

The car hums gently, driving up the mountain. I look over at Josh, he’s looking forward at the road, taping the wheel. There’s some music playing lowly although I can’t point pin what exactly they’re saying. Looking forward again, I have no idea how he manages to drive up here, the snow and ice lining the road is endless.

“Something bothering you?” He asks looking over. His blue eyes look nearly black in the dark.

“No.. I guess I’m just thinking.” I reply.

“Are you nervous?” He presses. “It’ll be fun, you’ve met my friends before.” He says as he lays a hand on my thigh, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah at least Ash and Sam are going to be there.” I glance out the window. “But it’s different when we’re staying up here secluded for like an extended amount of time.”

He laughs softly. “You know secluded isn’t such a bad thing.. we’d have plenty of alone time if you know I mean.” His hand moves further up my thigh.

“At least save some for the lodge Josh.” I put my hand on yours to stop your hand from moving.

“Alright alright.” He pulls his hand away, returning to its spot on the steering wheel.

The drive continues further up the mountain before an there’s an opening through the trees beside us. After he parks, I sigh looking forward. I can just imagine the long cold walk ahead.

As we get out of the car, the breeze is immediately chilling. Good thing it’s during the day. Or else it would look creepy out here.

“Hey you want some help with that?” I hear behind me as I lug my bag out of the back seat with a huff.

“Actually.. yeah” I grunt as I pick them up. Josh wraps his arms around me to grab them out of my hands.

“Hey I’ve got you princess. But hey maybe some special treatment later for your knight?” He teases, I only roll my eyes. Typical behavior from Josh.

Finally, we reached the lodge. Walking side by side with Josh. I run up to the door and look behind me to see him walking at the same pace.

“Ugh Josh c’mon.” I shiver as I wrap my arm around myself for warmth.

He smirks as he gets to the steps. “You can wait a little longer.” Unlocking the door and pushing it open with a grunt. He grins as if suddenly thinking of something sly to say, looking back me. “Should I bring them up to my room?”

“Yeah right.” I laugh. “You’ll be lucky enough if I decide to take the room next to yours.”

We start to walk up the stairs. “Suit yourself.” He calls back, I catch up to him.

“Josh this place is crazy.” I say as I look around. “Does anyone need this much space?”

“It doesn’t hurt to have extra.”

We get to the room, and I sigh as I fall into the bed. He sets the bags down and stands next to the bed with his hands on his hips. “No thank you?” He feigns annoyance.

I sit up on my elbows, “Thank you Josh, how’s that?”

He laughs as he sits on the edge of the bed, “No, that’s not enough.” He grins.

“Then enlighten me, what is?” I tease back playfully.

“Oh you know exactly what it is.” I laugh and scoot to the scoot to the edge of the bed to sit beside you.

“Oh you think I’m so easy Josh.” I lightly pat your arm teasingly.

“I know you’re not easy and that’s the worse part huh?” He says, his low voice having that irresistible effect on me although I don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing.

“Well how about we go catch up with the others?” I stand up in front of you. He stands up, and puts his hand on my hips.

“Fine babe.” He answers as I slide back and walk toward to the door.

“And maybe lighten up on the pet names since we’re not.. together.” I pause in between the sentence thinking of the word choice.

“Ok ok.” He puts his hands up in defense follows behind me as we walk downstairs to see that mostly everyone in the group has arrived.

“Yooo, what’s up?” Chris says to me, “How did he convince you to come?” I laugh.

“He has a way with words.” I joke, as I stand at the bottom of the stairs.

“Damn right I do” Josh replies with a grin. “Nice to see you’ve made it up here safely.” As he goes up to Chris. Emily and Jess are standing with Mike near the entrance, as Ashley stands nearby Chris. Hannah and Beth are already downstairs talking to Sam, sitting on the couch. Slowly the group separates to claim their rooms and settle in. “Seems like we’re still waiting on some people.” Josh says as he looks at the group missing a couple people.

As the night progresses, everyone arrives and is hanging out in the living room. Bottles of alcohol litter the table, with red solo cups. I sit next to Ashley, who is the girl I’m closest with here. Me, Chris, Josh, and Ashley are attending the same college, and see each other often. I’ve met the others a few times at Josh’s many parties he throws. He’s always been known as a party animal on campus. I guess that comes with being the rich boy at university.

We first met in a film class, he walked in and sat right next to me striking up conversation while still flirting as much as he could. I can’t lie, I do think he’s attractive even though I never let him go any further than friends.. who seem oddly close.

We’ve had people ask if we’re dating. Sometimes I just want to say yes so people stop asking. I wouldn’t admit it though because I don’t want to fuel his already enormous ego. But he’s not like the typical rich university guys you would meet. Somethings different about him. I notice something I can’t quite pinpoint under it all, and it pulls me in like nothing I’ve felt before. Maybe it shows when I flirt back though.

I’m pulled back from my thoughts by Ashley nudging me slightly. “Hey are you good?” She asks quietly to not draw the others attention who are deep in conversation when I look over, I still make eye contact with Josh though. And pause. He’s been looking at me, I turn back to Ashley.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” I say reach out to grab my cup and take a large swig. “I’m going to the bathroom room real quick.” I say as I stand up to go as the group still continues conversation.

In the bathroom, I look in the mirror examining my features. I look drunk, maybe it’s my head. It’s whatever if they can tell. I don’t care. I get on my phone to look at the time. 12am, not that bad.

Back with the group. Josh watches me walk away, that same curious but mischievous look in his eyes.

“I’m going to grab some more drinks from the kitchen.” He goes to the kitchen knowing I’ll have to walk through it to return back to the living room.

As I leave and enter the kitchen I pause. “Following me Josh?” I raise my eyebrow slightly watching him.

“I’m grabbing some drinks.” He says with a grin and turns to face the counter. I walk toward you and watch you grab a few wine bottles.

“Your parents let you have those?” I say teasingly.

He rolls his eyes.

“They won’t miss it.” He turns to glance at me. All the effects of the alcohol weighing down at once. Ugh, he really is attractive. The eye contact feels like it lasts forever although maybe it was a few seconds. “Got a staring problem?”

“No..” I play it off but I know my flushed face says it all. I’ll just hope he thinks it’s the alcohol flush.

“Hey babe you can stare as much as you want. I don’t mind.” He says as he cracks open the bottle and grabs two wine glasses. “I actually like it.” He smirks with that same smirk he always does when you just know his ego is growing bigger by the second.

I watch him pour the wine for us, trying hard to not pay attention to his hands that look too good. He glances at me and raises an eyebrow slightly, as he hands the glass to me.

“Whatever.” I take a sip and look away.

“You don’t have to act like you don’t like me. You’ve already shown me how you feel.” I blush as he grins.

“That was only a couple times.” I say quietly.

“Yeah maybe a couple times plus a few more.” He places a hand on my waist and pulls me closer. “Baby it’s fine if you wanna not do the relationship stuff in college but don’t try to hide the way you feel because I know.” He says with that mischievous look in his eyes, that always makes me feel see through to him. I set my glass down.

“Josh.. our friends are in the other room.”

“Didn’t say it had to be here right now.”

“How about we just go back? Maybe we’ll.. sober up.” I say as I put a hand on your jaw. Impulsive.

“How can you say that and touch me like that?” He closes his eyes at the touch of a moment before staring back at me. “Just tell me what you want babe.”

“You know it’s not that simple.”

“We’re on vacation baby just forget about anything else.”

I look at you indecisively for a moment, then put my arms on your shoulders, as he pulls me into a kiss. The kisses turn into something deeper. His hands move down my waist to my hips, as he pulls me against him. I gasp into the kiss as his touches turn rougher, “Josh..”

Suddenly I hear a gasp from the kitchen doorway and pull back abruptly to see Ashley.

“Wait Ash.” I say but she’s already ducted out of the kitchen. “God I hope she doesn’t tell them.”

He laughs, “it’s not a big deal.”

“Josh that’ll be embarrassing.”

“What.. making out with me is embarrassing?”

“That’s not what I mean.. you know nobody knows about this.” He backs off and raises his hands.

“I won’t touch you if it’s just so embarrassing. You always act like this but you keep coming back. Maybe you need to make up your mind.” He scoffs. “Whatever I’m leaving you alone now don’t worry.” He walks back into the other room. I stand there for a second, then swing back the glass of wine and walk into the other room to join the group.

I see that he’s make his way back to his spot next to Chris. Ashley looks over, but nobody else does. I assume she didn’t tell. I sit down next to her.

She whispers, “What the hell was that? Thought you didn’t like him?”

“Listen Ash.. it’s complicated.” I whisper back as she nods, although still has a somewhat confused look on her face. No one else seems to notice the tension. I avoid looking at him but I can feel him staring at me.

The group begins to separate as Emily and Mike go upstairs. We already know what’s going on but nobody mentions it. I still notice the look on Hannah’s face as she watches them go. I feel bad because it seems like everyone knows her.. infatuation to put it best. I guess the Washington’s can get obsessive. Others begin to go to their rooms until it’s only me, Chris, and unfortunately Josh. I begin to get up.

“I’m going to bed.” I say dryly as I glance at them. Chris notices the tension and looks between me and Josh though doesn’t say anything. When I get to my room, Chris looks at Josh.

“What’s up with her?” He says as he looks over, noticing the frustrated look on josh’s face before he quickly masks it under a unbothered persona.

“I don’t know. Don’t worry about her man.” Chris stays silent for a moment.

Chris goes silent. He’s the only one who knows about us in our situation to describe it best. “Something to do with you?”

“She can’t make up her mind.” Josh mumbles annoyed.

“Oh.. you guys back on that on your ‘complicated status.’” Chris says as he does the quotation mark around those words. He knows of our history together.

Josh rolls his eyes, “Yeah man it’s whatever.”

“You gonna talk to her?”

“Probably.” He replies dryly as he lean on his elbow resting on the couch cushion.

“Maybe get lucky.” Chris teases.

Josh chuckles, “Would be nice.” He looks over at Chris, “Maybe you should make a move on Ashley here, you’ve liked her forever.”

Chris looks embarrassed for a moment. “Yeah I don’t even know if she likes me. Listen man you know that your girl likes you.”

Josh scoffs, “Yeah right bro, still doesn’t give me a solid idea though. She just made out with me and then called it embarrassing.”

Chris laughs, “Man that’s cold.”

In my room, I hear the room door beside mine open and close. Josh’s room. Finally he came up, maybe I should talk to him. No, not right now. I sigh as I hear him moving around. I try not to listen like a creep but I still end up curiously listening to it as I read the book in my lap.

What was that? Did I just hear him moan? I lean my head against the wall behind the pillows I’m resting on, feeling the cold metal bed frame under my neck. I hear some rustling. I can’t pinpoint what is it though. I hear him grunt this time with the push of the bed frame into the wall. What is he doing? God maybe he’s.. I shouldn’t listen.

But then I hear it again. I think he got louder. There’s no way he’s doing this on purpose. But then again it’s Josh so maybe he is. My face flushes as I focus back down on my book trying to ignore it. Suddenly I notice it’s quiet.

I hear his door open and then I jump as a knock sounds from my door. I stay silent wondering if maybe I could pretension be asleep but that all slips away.

“I know you’re awake.” Josh says lowly.

I slide to the edge of the bed and get up, walking toward the door. I open it and look at him. He looks disheveled. And I know why. He step into the room and shuts the door. “If you’re too embarrassed to be seen with me we’ll just make sure the door is shut yeah?” He says.

“Josh that’s not what I meant.” I say trying to defend myself.

“Listen babe I’m not here to argue. I know you heard me. You can’t just get me worked up like that.” He moves to place his hands on my hips as he kisses my neck.

“Of course I heard you didn’t even try to be quiet.” I hold back a gasp as I feel his lips touch my skin, placing my hands on his chest.

“Baby I wanted you to hear me. Know how much I want you. My hand wasn’t enough baby.. need you.” He pulls back from my neck to kiss me. I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way into his hair. I feel him pull me closer, and feel that defined mark in his sweatpants.

“Josh..” I pull us back toward the bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like.. that. I’m not embarrassed from you, I don’t know… I don’t like being intimate with other people watching.”

“Hey we don’t need to talk about it right now. I know how you really feel. I know everything.” He says as pushes us onto the bed. I think about what he said for a moment, everything? A little weird but I don’t want to deal with that right now. I just want him. I crawl into his lap, continuing to kiss deeper.

His hands go down my sides til he finds the bottom hem of the shirt, pulling at it with a huff. “Move your arm up baby…” He says huskily. I move to let him take my shirt on revealing no bra. He whistles lowly.

“I’m not going to sleep with a bra on.”

“Listen baby you won’t sleep with anything on tonight.” He grins cheekily as he moves to kiss down my neck to my chest. I laugh softly.

“Whatever josh…” I gasp softly as my hands go into your hair again. His mouth makes contact with my bust.

“Better not be hiding any of those noises..” He says as he pulls back look in my eyes.

“‘m not” I respond, he pulls me into a kiss again then pulls back to remove his shirt. “Hm I was feeling vulnerable being the only one.” I laugh as I lay a hand on your chest. His hand moves to my waist as he chuckles.

“Don’t worry any longer, now how about we lose these pants?” He smirks.

“You first.”

“Oh I have no issue with that baby.” He sits up, me still being on his lap, I move off his lap and he pushes down his pants revealing his boxers that have hearts on them, I internally roll my eyes, and of course a very obvious bulge. “You miss this?” He grins. I nod as pull your member out of your underwear. “Fuck baby, eager?”

“Yeah and it’s no thanks to your dorky underwear.” I roll my eyes jokingly and move my hand up and down on your length teasingly slow.

“Hey baby if it’ll get me this, I’ll wear them everyday.” I look into his eyes, my thumb rubbing against his dripping tip, he moans softly, almost like he tries to play it cool.

“Ew that’s gross.” I laugh softly “You know maybe I did miss you, just a little.” He grunts lowly as I move my hand faster. “Were you trying to get my attention by naming those noises?” I hum.

“I was hoping you’d heard and come… make it easier for me.” He grunts out with a chuckle.

“Why would I do that?” I spit into my hand to continue stroking your length.

He moans softly before smirking. “Because I know you’re a freak like me, I mean look at where you are now.” He huffs as he reaches out to touch me, grabbing my waist. “Baby need you closer.”

“Tell me what you want then honey.” I say as I stop moving my hand.

“God take off those little shorts, they don’t cover anything anyway. Just blocking me from being closer with you.” He almost whines as both of his hands grip my waist hard enough to bruise as he pulls me back into his lap. Only a few pieces of fabric separating us.

“I could if you’d let me go.” I put my hand on his shoulders and lean down to kiss his neck. His head moving back to give me more room.

“It’s not fair.” He huffs out, as I move my hips against his. Before look back at me and stilling my hips with a low grunt. “Fucking tease. I hope you keep the same energy when I pound you into these sheets.” He pulls at my shorts, I lift my hips to let him pull them down as he moves us to where I’m lying beneath him.

I pull down my underwear, and kick them away with my shorts. A finger moves down to my heat as he feels the wetness, I blush knowing once again he’s won in this weird power play but it’ll come back around.

He kisses down my neck to my navel looking up at me with those eyes. It’s like they hold something so deep you’d drown if you fell in. The way he looks as if I’m the only thing in the whole universe. Before he reaches my mound placing a kiss on my clit.

He runs his tongue in-between my lips before reaching his fingers to spread them open. Chuckling as I squirm when he blows cold air directly onto my slit. I hold back a moan as I reach a hand down to run through his hair.

“Uh uh baby I saw that.” He says before prodding his fingers at my hole. “You just want me to make it real hard for you huh? Can’t hide it, you’re dripping all over my fingers princess.”

“All I’m seeing is all bark and no bite.” I grunt out.

“Really?” He continues eye contact as he sinks two fingers into my cunt.

“Fuck.” I moan feeling the stretch squeezing around him as he begins to slowly move his fingers.

“Have any more complaints?” He smirks that stupid cocky smirk. I just want to push his head down and ride his nose to show him but I know he’d love that. Maybe even cum humping the bed like he did last time. He’s such a sick freak but he’s also made me cum harder than any other guy has.

“Put your mouth to good use and shut up.” I say as I pull on his hair, he makes a noise between a moan and grunt before he sinks down to run his tongue beside his fingers in my cunt.

“I’ll give you whatever you want baby.” He says lowly, sending the vibration of his voice through my pussy. “Just tell me I’ll do anything.” Running his tongue up my cunt to reach my clit before sucking softly as his fingers rub my g-spot. I grip his hair with both hands now tightly as I lay my legs on his shoulders gasping, his other hand resting on my thigh so softly it starkly contrasts the onslaught on my bud.

He continues his assault, bullying a third finger beside the second one. I push his head down as he meanly sucks harder on the bud, he glances up at me, I try not to look by throwing my head back. I know he’s just so pleased with himself. And I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me like this.

I shove his head back down with my hands in his hair and wrap my legs tighter around his head just as I notice the way the bed moves as he rubs himself against it, his hand gripping my thigh tighter now.

“‘m close Josh.” I say breathlessly as I hear him mumble something into my cunt. I can’t make it out. It’s all fuzzy right now as it snaps and releases soaking his face with a desperate whine that hopefully nobody else can hear. I release my legs around his head, and his mouth lets go of my nub with a wet pop.

“You’re so hot babe. So hot when you cum on my face right where you belong.” He says as he removes his fingers sucking them one by one before climbing over me. “Spread those legs for me sweetheart.” He continues as he kisses my neck sloppily before moving up to kiss me on the mouth desperately. I move to make space for him between my legs.

As we separate from the kiss, I place a hand on his face. He looks at me and it’s clear to me I’m deeper in this than just stupid hookups. And he knows it too. Maybe it was his plan all along. Introducing hooking up when I was too avoidant for a real relationship to weasel his way into my life so heavily. But neither of us comment on it. Only looks down to link his arms under my thighs to push them into his shoulders as he sinks in. I harshly take a deep breath.

“Mm.. Josh, fuck.” I say as his hushes me softly at the sting before kissing me once again. His hands moving from my chest to my face as he pulls me closer like skin to skin isn’t enough. He begins to rock his hips softly, his hands resting beside my head.

“Yeah baby.. you feel so good.” He says his voice carrying this low irresistible tone. I nod. He places a kiss on my collarbone. “I would live inside this pussy if I could. You feel so perfect.”

I run my fingers back up throw his hair from the back of his neck as I pull him back into a kiss. His hips speed up, the loud wet smack fills the room along with breathless grunts from Josh and lewd moans from me. I don’t want to think about how bad this would sound to anyone who walks past the room. I lean my head back with a gasp as his hand snakes down to rub my already overstimulated bud from his earlier stimulation.

“Josh.” I whine out hopelessly. Feeling him stretching me out combined with his fingers is too much. He’s already thick enough to burn every time and hits that spot so well.

“Tell me babe. Can you even talk?” He grunts out as he makes an especially deep thrust. I gasp and move my hands down to his back, clinging to him tightly as if I didn’t tell him I wouldn’t want to be seen with him earlier. “No? It’s okay baby I know.” He says as he leans down to land a kiss below my ear. “That’s why your meant for me. Made for me. Nobody else could please you the way I could. That’s okay. You don’t need anyone else.” He rambles almost whining into my ear as he continues to place more kisses in the same spot as he deeply thrusts so hard, it kisses my cervix every time.

“Has anyone else made you cum the way I have? Any other guy really treat this pussy the way it wants? Tell me sweetheart.” He says desperately. My nails dig into his back at a particularly hard thrust that pushes out a loud moan from me. A loud smack to my clit snaps me back out of it. “Answer me.”

“N-no.” I say as he moves my legs down from his shoulders, and I wrap them around his hips. The feeling of the squeeze around him combined with the feeling of my nails raking his back. He could cum on the spot there by the way his hips sputter helplessly.

“That’s what I thought.” I gasp feeling the nudge on my clit stronger, in time with his thrusts. “C’mon wanna make you feel so good. Want to feel you cum around me this time.” He says in practically a whimper as I feel his thrusts continue to sputter before he pulls me into another sloppy kiss. Any experience with him is fully consumed by him. Like he wants to be the only thing you feel.

One more particularly hard thrust pushes me over the edge. Looking up at him, the upturned corner of his mouth, the glint in his eyes. He knows he’s the only thing I can feel, and he couldn’t be more pleased.

A hopeless whimper and I come undone around him fully, shaking under his touch. My nails scratching his back as my legs tighten more around him. I can feel by the way he loses rhythm, he’s close behind me. His hands grip my hips pulling me closer as if I could be any more. He releases inside me with a loud whiney moan. His face lying in the crook of my neck, my legs still around him pulling him deeper.

Breathlessly we both lay there. Neither of us say anything. I don’t want to bring up anything he said. Maybe he’s right. He’s the only one who’s right for me. And maybe I’m okay with it.

“You okay?” He asks, followed by placing a few kisses on my neck, as I bring a hand back up to his hair.

“Mhm.” I hum as I release my legs around him. While he’s still folded over me, pushing his release deeper inside me. Good thing I’m on birth control.

He leans back to pull out with a groan from both of us at the loss. “Fuck baby.” He says as he look down at where we were connected.

“Stop looking at me like that.” I say softly looking back at him.

“Like what?”

“Like you can read my mind.”

He chuckles then teasingly leans back down kissing my shoulder. “Maybe I can. That scare you?”

“Shut up.” I say feigning annoyance. Only now I realize how messy the bed has gotten. Even a few pillows have fallen off the bed.

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” He asks suddenly and I glance over.

“I already thought you were.”

“Even better.” He says while he leans against the back of the bed frame before rolling to his side when I lay on my side to face him.

“I think maybe we’ll need to change these sheets tomorrow.” I say tiredly.

“No point in washing it if I know I’ll just get you again tomorrow.” He smirks as if he the smoothest guy to exist.

“Ew Josh that’s so gross.” I laugh softly and nudge his shoulder.

“You didn’t deny it though.”

“That’s not the point. Honestly go to bed now.” I sigh as I jokingly turn to face away from you.

“We can just go in my room next time while these sheets get cleaned then.” He replies as he settles behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer.

“Oh my god Josh goodnight.”

Hi author here sorry my bias does show up in my writing I like obsessive complex characters but hope you love this freaky writing 😛

[zheezy]

La Haine

[ethan---ng]

BTS of La Haine (1995)

[emptiness-statue]

[androidfoe]

the only men who ever mattered. i miss them.

fuck live, laugh, love i only know rage, innocence, reason.

[fydexter-blog]

“Zach, it turns out, is a fast learner.”

[zachhamiltons]

He’s an asshole, not a killer. 

[michaelchallpics]

Taking out “Mini Dexter” Zach Hamilton

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 8.07 DRESS CODE Can anything good come from putting two killers together? Whether it be student and teacher, whatever Hannah and I have, or will it always end the same way?

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 8.08 ARE WE THERE YET? I would give everything to feel nothing again.

[simp-for-love]

Best friends, huh?

Trick: Watching porn + Just the tip

bsf!Theodore Nott x fem!Reader

You and Theo Nott have always been the kind of best friends who blur boundaries — late-night talks, too-long touches, and the comfort of always ending up in each other's space. When a casual curiosity about "weird searches" spirals into watching porn together, the teasing turns into something you both can't ignore anymore.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, unprotected p in v, watching porn, explicit language, best friends to lovers trope, mutual pining, teasing

Word count: ~2,5k

You didn't think the night was going to get weird. Not in the beginning, anyway.

It was supposed to be just another Friday in Theo's place, sprawled on his bed while he sorted through a deck of Exploding Snap cards and you picked at the seam of his pillowcase. You always ended up here. His mattress was softer than yours, his bedroom always smelled faintly of cedarwood and parchment, and he had that knack for never kicking you out, no matter how late or absurd it got.

"Your shuffling is absolute shit," you said, watching him fumble the deck with amusement.

Theo flicked you a look, lips twitching. "Your commentary is absolute shit. But that doesn't stop you from opening that pretty mouth of yours."

You kicked him lightly in the thigh, socked foot bouncing off his lean muscle. "Ow," he deadpanned, and flicked one card at you like a weapon. It smacked your forehead before fluttering uselessly to the sheets.

You laughed, grabbing it. "Terrifying."

"You should be," he said with a nod, but he was already smirking. That was who Theo was — he always looked a little too unbothered, a little too pretty sitting there with his collar loose, hair falling in his eyes, like the world could collapse and he'd still be dryly amused.

The problem with having Theo Nott as your best friend was exactly this: he was utterly dangerous without trying.

Which is maybe why, when you both got bored of the cards and you scrolled absently on the tablet you gifted him on his birthday, you didn't think before pulling up the browser and saying, "So what's the weirdest shit you've watched on here?"

Theo arched a brow from where he was sprawled against the headboard. "Define weird."

"Don't act like you don't know what I mean," you shot back, grinning up at him. "Come on. Everyone's searched something at least once that they'd never admit."

He hummed thoughtfully, eyes narrowing like he was amused at your boldness. "You mean porn."

You shrugged, pretending not to care though your cheeks went warmer. "Yeah. Porn. Unless you're about to tell me you've never—"

His scoff cut off your teasing. "Obviously I have."

"Well?" you pushed curiously with an arched eyebrow.

Theo tilted his head, studying you for a moment. His voice dropped just a fraction, that playful teasing he reserved only for you. "What do I get if I tell you?"

You froze for half a second. You hated when he did that — turned a simple conversation into something that made your stomach twist warmly. "Bragging rights?"

Theo's mouth curved into a smirk. "Shit prize." But he took the tablet from your hands, long fingers brushing yours, and typed something into the search bar. He didn't show you right away, just smirked at the screen, then angled it toward you.

Your jaw dropped the second your eyes landed on the screen. "Oh my god."

Theo chuckled in amusement, low and warm. "Too much?"

You slapped his arm, laughing. "That's— what even is that position? Is he trying to break her spine?"

"Flexibility training," he deadpanned with a nonchalant shrug.

You snorted so hard you nearly dropped the tablet off the bed. "You're sick."

"Please. You asked yourself." He looked far too smug, lounging like a cat while you tried to recover from the scene. Then, without asking, he tapped the next video down the list. Something tamer, but still porn.

You should have told him to shut it off. Instead, you found yourself watching curiously.

At first, it was funny. The over-exaggerated moans, the cheesy dirty talk. You mocked the way the guy kept saying "yeah baby" and "fuck" like he'd been programmed with only two phrases. Theo snorted every time the camera zoomed in unnecessarily close to the girl's face. It was the kind of thing best friends could laugh at without thinking twice.

Except... you were thinking twice.

Because you noticed how close you'd ended up sitting, your knees almost brushing his. How his shoulder shifted against yours when he leaned back at the headboard. How he absentmindedly spun the ring on his finger while watching, and how his expression wasn't as detached as you expected. Relaxed sure, but now with more intent.

When the girl on-screen gasped, Theo's tongue darted briefly over his lower lip, and your stomach flipped, dangerous and warm.

Nope. Absolutely not. This was Theo. Your Theo. You were just imagining it.

But then he glanced sideways and caught you watching him instead of the screen, he smirked.

"What?" you demanded, arching your brow in a defensive gesture.

"You're quiet," he pinpointed lightly with a slight hum. "Unusual."

"I'm just... processing."

He chuckled, tilting his head slightly, but didn't push. "Sure." His eyes flicked back to the tablet, then to you again. "And you're blushing."

"I am not."

"You are," he said with a smirk, far too pleased with himself. "Cute."

Your heart jumped. Cute? Theo called you a million names — idiot, menace, brat — but cute? That was reserved only for special occasions. And worse, he looked like he meant it.

The video kept playing. You tried to laugh at it again, but your voice came out thin. Theo leaned just a little closer, close enough that you caught the faint cologne at his collar. Close enough that when the man on screen groaned, you felt heat curl in your stomach in a way that had nothing to do with the actor.

It was all about Theo.

And suddenly you realized: best friends didn't actually sit this close watching porn together. Not without meaning something else.

Your pulse hammered. You glanced at him again, and this time, you swore his gaze dipped to your mouth before he caught himself and looked away.

Shit.

The room felt smaller by the second, the air warmer and thicker.

Theo hadn't moved much, but it was the awareness that had changed. His thigh brushed yours like it always did, only this time it wasn't casual. His arm rested behind you on the headboard, his fingers grazing your shoulder, and you felt every nerve in your body trip over itself because suddenly, it mattered.

The video kept playing, but neither of you was really watching it anymore.

"You can turn it off," Theo said finally, voice lower than usual. "If it's too much."

You forced a laugh, though your throat was dry. "It's not. Don't worry."

He looked at you, sharp eyes steady, like he was testing that. Then his mouth curved slowly, that teasing edge softening into something heavier. "Alright, then. Don't get shy on me now."

Shy? You wanted to smack him as usual when he teased you. But your body betrayed you — pulse raced, legs shifted subconsciously, and you couldn't meet his gaze for long without feeling like you'd combust.

The silence stretched, broken only by the obscene wet sounds from the tablet. And then, like the universe couldn't handle the tension between you two anymore — you both reached for it at once, fingers colliding.

You startled, jerking your hand back quickly, but Theo caught your wrist before you could move away. His grip was firm, warm, familiar but all new in a strange intimate way. "Jumpier than usual," he murmured.

Your breath hitched. "Well, it's because you're being—"

"What?" He tilted his head, studying you, thumb dragging lazily against the inside of your wrist. "Honest?"

The word sank into you, heavy and dangerous. Because yeah, that was exactly what this all was. Too honest. Terrifying in its novelty, but exhilarating all at once. Unavoidable.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn't hesitant, wasn't careful. Theo kissed like he'd thought a lot about it before, like he already knew the shape of your mouth, like your lips were destined to end up against his. His hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face to his, while your fingers bunched in his shirt. He tasted faintly of menthol cigarettes and something darker, and when you gasped, he swallowed the sound like he owned it. His tongue slid against yours, slow and deliberate, making you shudder at the sheer heat of it.

The tablet slipped forgotten onto the sheets.

"Fuck," you breathed out against his mouth.

Theo smirked, breath warm on your skin as he pressed his forehead to yours. "That's the idea."

You laughed shakily, but it broke into a gasp when his hand skimmed down your side, slipping under your shirt to trace warm and bare skin. Your whole body shivered at the contact, heat sparking everywhere his fingers touched.

"Theo—"

"Tell me to stop," he said, voice strained now, though his mouth was still curved. "And you know I will."

But you didn't. Couldn't. Didn't want to. Instead, you dragged him closer, kissing him again, more desperate this time.

The shift was immediate. Theo groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you as he pulled you into his lap, your thighs straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Inevitable. Blissful. Amazing. His hands gripped your hips, grounding you as you rocked instinctively against him. The friction made your head spin, and his breath hitched against your throat.

"Still just friends?" he tried to tease, but his voice was a bit too breathless.

"Do friends get hard like this?" you shot back, grinding just enough to feel him under you. The twitch of his cock against you made you both hiss.

"Point taken," he muttered, before kissing you again, rougher, more intentional this time.

Clothes blurred after that. Tugging, pulling, laughter breaking through between kisses when your shirt got stuck over your head, his muttered "bloody hell" as your fingers fumbled with his belt. The kind of chaos only two people too comfortable with each other could create.

But when you finally got his trousers shoved down and felt him, hot and hard against you, everything stilled.

Theo's forehead pressed to yours, his breath warm and shaky against your skin. "We should— fuck, we should slow down."

"Do you want to?" you asked as you looked at him, voice barely more than a whisper.

His eyes locked on yours, heavy and dark. "No."

Your body reacted before your mind did. You ground against him again, and Theo groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. His hands dug into your hips like he was fighting himself.

"Just the tip," he rasped suddenly, voice breaking on the words. "Let me, fuck— I want to feel you. Just the tip."

You shuddered, heat pooling low and heavy in your stomach. The way he said it — pleading, wrecked — undid you more than his hot and solid body against you. "Theo..."

"Please," he whispered, lips brushing your ear. "I just need to feel you."

Your chest heaved, words spilling out of your mouth before you think twice. "Just the tip."

It was a lie, and you both knew it.

Theo lined himself up, slow and careful, and pressed forward until the head of his cock slid into your soaked entrance.

The world tilted.

You gasped. The stretch was sharp, overwhelming, delicious, your walls clenching around him instinctively. Theo swore under his breath, clutching your waist like a lifeline. "Fuck. Fuck, so tight—"

Your nails dug into his shoulders. Every nerve ending in your body lit up, the feel of him, even just like this, was dizzying, stunning. "Theo, oh my—"

"I know," he whispered, voice shaking. He kissed your throat, your jaw, your cheek, everywhere he could reach. "I know, love. Just a little... just—"

He tried to stay still, but your hips shifted on instinct, sucking him deeper inch by inch until he was halfway inside. Your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the delicious burn, the feeling of fullness.

"Not just the tip," you whimpered softly.

His laugh was broken, wrecked and warm against your skin. "Yeah, no chance of stopping now."

And then he rocked the rest of the way in, slow but steady until he was seated fully, your walls stretching around every inch of him. You moaned at the delicious sensations, thighs trembling, body shivering on top of his.

Theo's forehead dropped to yours, sweat beading at his temple. "You feel, fuck, you feel unreal."

He gave you a second to adjust, his thumbs stroking your hip soothingly. But when you clenched around him so amazingly, he groaned and pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. The movement sent sparkles of pleasure down your back, dragging another helpless sound from your throat.

Every tiny movement made you jolt, your body alive and burning with shivers. You could feel every vein, every throb of him. Theo fucked you slow but deep, savoring each sound you made, each tremor of your body on his. Every time your walls fluttered around him, his rhythm faltered, breath catching, like he couldn't believe it either.

Each time he bottomed out, you moaned without thinking, legs tightening around him to pull him even closer. Your nails dug crescents into his back, cries growing louder with every deliberate and delicious push. Theo's usual composure was completely gone now, his groans raw in your ear, his restraint unraveling with every twitch of your pussy.

"Taking me so good," he panted hoarsly, his pace picking up. "My perfect girl. My best fucking friend." His lips found your ear, hot breath making you shiver. "Never gonna look at you the same after this."

You shattered around him then, the orgasm crashing through you so hard that your vision blurred. Your body convulsed, walls clamping down around him. Theo cursed loudly, hips stuttering at the sensations.

He fucked you through it, every thrust dragging out the pleasure until you were sobbing his name in his shoulder. The twitch of his cock, the hitch in his breath, told you he was close too.

"Where?" he gasped.

"Inside," you begged without thinking. "Please, want to feel it all."

His groan was guttural, broken, as he slammed deep one last time, spilling inside you with a shudder that shook his whole frame. You felt the warmth flood you, felt the twitch of him as he pulsed, and that feeling dragged another aftershock from your already wrecked body.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, the only sound your ragged breathing and the faint, forgotten moans still coming from the tablet on the floor.

Finally, Theo shifted slightly. He looked at you, hair damp, lips curved into a lazy and sated smile.

"You're fucked," he murmured warmly, eyes still dark. "We're fucked."

You laughed weakly, tugging him closer for another kiss. "Best friends, huh?" you managed breathlessly.

Theo laughed, shaky and soft, lips finding yours again. "Yeah, about that..."

[dinod3su]

Wanderlust ༉‧₊˚.

Pairing: Josh Washington/Reader

Warnings: mdni 18+ smut

WC: 1.8k

Tags: smut, vaginal sex, hate sex (kinda), rough sex, rough kissing, dirty talk, creampie

Summary: You never understood what everyone saw in Josh Washington. Yeah, he was charismatic and kind of funny when he wasn't being a smug, annoying prick. But beneath the smiles and elaborate pranks, you always felt something twisted about him. Something hungry. Something that looked at people like they were pieces on a board. And unfortunately, you were one of them. You hated the way he always acted like he was three steps ahead of everyone. Hated how he’d stare too long. Hated the way his voice dipped when he teased you like he knew things he shouldn’t. But worse? You hated the fact that sometimes...you liked it.

A/N: god I love him

cross post on a03

❀˖°𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟❀˖°

You never understood what everyone saw in Josh Washington. Yeah, he was charismatic and kind of funny when he wasn't being a smug, annoying prick. But beneath the smiles and elaborate pranks, you always felt something twisted about him. Something hungry. Something that looked at people like they were pieces on a board. And unfortunately, you were one of them.

“Hey,” he drawled as he passed you in the hallway, shoulder brushing yours in that way he always managed to do. “You look pissed.” You scowled, refusing to stop walking.

“You’re right. Wonder why that could be, Josh.” Josh let out a laugh that was smug, warm, and irritating. It burned in your ears. You hated the way he always acted like he was three steps ahead of everyone. Hated how he’d stare too long. Hated the way his voice dipped when he teased you like he knew things he shouldn’t. But worse? You hated the fact that sometimes...you liked it.

The fact that every cutting remark made your stomach twist in ways you couldn’t explain. That your eyes lingered on his hands longer than they should’ve. That when he got too close and whispered things no one else could hear, your breath would catch before your brain told you to slap him.

He’d always been like this. As the night carried on, you conversed as usual, always avoiding Josh’s gaze, or his lingering touches, or his weird comments. You hated it. So when you found yourself alone with him that night downstairs in the lodge, everyone else off drinking or pairing off, you knew you were doing it to yourself.

“You staying behind because no one wants to deal with you either?” You asked, arms crossed as you sipped your drink, refusing to sit. Josh was sprawled across the couch like he owned the place. To be fair, he did, but of course, he was. He glanced at you over the rim of his solo cup, amused.

“No, I’m staying because I was hoping you’d stay behind. And here you are.” You rolled your eyes.

“God, you're weird.” You said as you took a sip from your cup and rolled your eyes, trying to push down that feeling creeping up in your stomach.

“Guilty.” He said, his smile not fading. Josh eyes you up and down, lowering his cup, showing off his stupid smirk that always seemed to be on his face. “You know, it’s funny how much you hate me. But you always seem to end up near me.” Your jaw tensed.

“Because you’re always around me. You’re always like watching and lurking,” you snapped back.

“I don’t lurk,” he said, rising slowly, setting his drink down. “I observe.” Josh took a step toward you, and you didn’t move. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, but your heart had already started picking up pace. Josh tilted his head, standing in front of you as his eyes narrowed, voice dropping. “You ever wonder why you hate me so much?”

“Because you’re an asshole,” you snapped as you looked up at him, setting your drink down and crossing your arms. “And you like getting under people’s skin.”

“Not people,” he said quietly. “Just you.” That stopped you. You stood frozen, his words hanging heavy in the air between you, the tension buzzing like electricity. “You think I don’t see it?” he asked, stepping closer. “The way you look at me when you think I won’t notice? You don’t hate me or get annoyed by me; you want me. And I know you just hate that you want me.” He said, drawing out his words, a smirk plastered on his face as he stood in front of you, arms crossed, mirroring your stance.

The worst part was that you hated that he was right. You hated it more when he brushed your hair behind your ear and leaned in, eyes flicking to your lips. “Tell me to stop.” Your breath hitched. Every part of you screamed for control, for logic. But instead of stepping back, you grabbed his collar and kissed him.

It was a mess of teeth and heat and months of repressed feelings melting into the kiss. Josh immediately turned you around and backed you up, the back of your knees hitting the couch as his hands roamed, pulling your shirt up, your fingers tangled in his hair. His breath was ragged against your throat.

“You’re still a dick,” you murmured as he kissed down your neck.

“I know,” he muttered. “And you still want me.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” you said as your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed your neck, shirt bunched up at your collar bone as he felt your breasts over your bra.

“Why don’t you make me?” he teased. You could feel him smiling against your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said as you pulled his hair, moving his head up to crash your lips against his in another messy, desperate kiss. You fell back onto the couch, Josh moving on top of you immediately as you moved to lie on it, propping yourself up on your elbows. He crawled onto you like he was hunting you, desperate for you. His lips found yours again as he hovered over you, your hands wrapping around his neck in an embarrassingly desperate attempt to pull him closer.

“Why don’t you take this off…” Josh said as he ran his hand over your bra, kneading your breast.

“You first,” you said as you pulled at the hem of his shirt. Josh moved back, resting up on his knees as he pulled his shirt over his head before diving back down to kiss you hungrily.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” He said as he fiddled with the button of your jeans. “Been waiting for this, wanting this.” His words went straight to your core. You hated the effect he had on you. You hated how the way he touched you, the things he said to you, you wanted to hate all of it, but you couldn’t.

“Yeah? Show me how much you’ve wanted it,” you teased, your tone slightly mean. Hateful. Josh’s hand snaked behind your back, unclipping your bra and dropping it on the floor as you pulled off your shirt completely. His hand was immediately back on you. One hand kneading your breasts and twisting your nipple while his mouth was on the other. You arched off the couch into his touch, one hand gripping the arm of the sofa behind you as the other tangled in his hair, a string of moans falling from your lips.

“I’m gonna ruin you. You’re not gonna want anyone else.” He said as he unbuttoned your jeans.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” He moved back, his mouth and hand leaving your breasts, causing you to let out a whine at the loss. That made Josh smirk. Of course it did. You lifted your hips as he slid off your jeans. He looked down at you with lustful eyes as he undid his belt, tossing it to the side and unbuttoning his jeans before moving back down to kiss you.

He grabbed one of your wrists and moved it down to the tent in his boxers. Your breath hitched against his lips in the kiss. He smiled wickedly against your mouth. “I’m so fucking hard for you…You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Josh, just hurry up and fuck me.” That ended up coming out more needy and desperate than you wanted it to. You didn’t want him to know how badly you also wanted this.

“Yes, ma’am,” Josh said, voice velvety and low, as he pulled his throbbing cock out of his boxers, teasing you at your entrance. Using your slick to wet his cock before he slowly pushed in. The stretch burned, but it burned so good. You hated yourself for enjoying it this much. As he bottoms out inside you, he leaned on the floor, grabbing your discarded shirts and stuffing them under your lower back as he pressed down on your lower stomach.

“What are you—” You began to say before you cut yourself off with a loud moan as Josh abruptly pulled out and slammed back into you. What the fuck? What was this feeling? Josh pounded into you roughly at a steady pace, not too fast. But every time he slammed into you, he hit that spot inside you that made your legs shake. Whatever he was doing, it was working.

“Yeah, feels good, huh?” Josh panted. “I’m gonna wreck you,” he said as he picked up the pace. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slack, and all you could do was moan. It felt so fucking good. “What, can’t talk? Too fucked out on my cock?” He teased as he leaned down, lips by your ear. “Thought you hated me?”

“I…do—” You somehow managed to choke out.

“Doesn’t really seem like it, does it?” He teased as you had, feeling his hand on your clit, rubbing circles at a brutal pace. “God, you're so tight…You’re pussy feels so good.” Josh said as he moved back up, pushing down on your stomach harder, one hand gripping your waist so hard it would leave a bruise.

“Josh, fuck… Josh,” you moaned. You couldn’t do much else; all the words you wanted to formulate. The insults you tried to bark at him wouldn’t come out. All you could do was moan and scream his name as he fucked you.

“Fuck, my name sounds so good when you say it like that. Say it again.”

“No…” You whined out, trying to hold back your noises. Josh shook his head, laughing lowly and picking up the pace.

“Holy fuck—Josh!” You moaned loudly, your back arching off the couch.

“God, you sound so pretty,” he growled. You felt your insides turn and tighten. You were getting close. Josh could feel it. “You gonna cum on my cock? Do it, let go.” He said as his hand moved off your stomach and lazily circled your clit. That did it for you. The coil inside of you snapped, and you came undone.

Your pussy fluttering and clenching on his cock as your orgasm washed over u as you moaned his name. Josh wasn’t far behind you. He came with a loud groan of your name as he emptied himself inside of you before collapsing on top of you. One arm hung off the side of the couch, as the other was wrapped around his back. Both of you panting.

“Fuck me…” You breathed out as you tried to catch your breath.

“I just did,” Josh said between tired breaths.

“I fucking hate you.”

“Can’t wait to hear you say that next time.”

[mimarimi]

Mike Munroe x Reader

“Jess has stolen her best friend's boyfriend before, now she wouldn't mind if you did the same, right?”

Warnings: smut, pnv, semi-public sex, dry hump, cheating, unprotected sex (dont do that), Mike is kinda ooc because i think mike would never do this shit, reader is a bit of a hypocrite and a whore

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The cabin looked the same as always, large, warm, and full of memories.

The smell of damp wood and snow in the air brought back memories. You stepped onto the cabin's porch and let out a short sigh, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders. It had been too long since the last time. The sound of laughter and familiar voices inside shook you out of your nostalgia, and for a second, it felt like nothing had changed.

But it had, of course. A lot.

The group had been a bit divided since last year's prank that almost ended badly.

Hannah ran off into the woods, and Beth followed like a good sister. You and Sam ran after them and luckily found them huddled together, talking in a corner.

No one brought it up much after that day, deciding to leave it in the past so as not to complicate things further. Mike, Ashley, and Matt had apologized, but now Emily and Jess just said, "It was just a joke." Hannah had been very angry and embarrassed, but over time she got over it, accepting Mike's apology and saying he really had been nothing more than an idiot.

You agreed.

You and Mike had been close once, you'd even say a little more than that in high school, but he'd changed a bit after getting into a relationship with Emily. With Jess, it only got worse.

You liked them, but they knew how to be real bitches.

You open the door. The wood creaks under your weight, and the mix of warmth from the fireplace, cheap perfume, and booze already lingering on the sofas embraces you like an old, forgotten coat. They were all there—or almost. Mike in the corner, wearing his usual jacket, holding a can of beer and laughing at something Josh said. Jess on his lap. Emily watches from across the room, arms crossed, talking to Matt, who tries to get her attention with something.

How ironic. The reason for all the fighting in the past was Jess saying that Hannah was hitting on her friend's boyfriend and now she was with him

"Look who decided to show up." Josh raised his arms wide, hugging you.

"We've been waiting for you, sweetheart."

You respond with a smile. Josh squeezes you too tightly, as always, and you allow yourself to relax a little into that familiar warmth—into the sound of the crackling logs, into the low music someone left playing in the background.

But it's when you look over his shoulder that you feel it.

Mike isn't laughing anymore. The beer can is still in his hand, but his eyes... his eyes are on you. Steady. Warm. Restless.

It's as if he's forgotten Jess is still sitting on his lap.

You look away before anyone notices, but it's too late. You can already feel that stupid shiver on the back of your neck, that strange chill that has nothing to do with the wind outside.

Jess just smiles with that fake air, the popular-girl pose she's never lost. You wave back, polite enough not to cause it—for now.

"Want a beer?" Josh asks, already heading toward the kitchen.

You nod, dropping your bag on the floor as Hannah and Beth come down the stairs and run to hug you.

"Oh my God, it's been a while."

"Yeah, where's Sam? I thought you were all going to come together" Beth said.

Josh brought your beer, and you thanked him and walked away with the girls, gossiping about the news and catching up. You looked back and found Mike's eyes already on you, and butterflies ran through your stomach. Argh

The night ended as everyone knew it would. Bottles and glasses were scattered around the room, some blankets and food wrappers were also on the floor, everyone too tired and drunk to care about anything else.

You stretched your legs out on the couch, fiddling with your fingers as you warmed yourself by the fireplace. You were giving the alcohol a break.

Josh had passed out right there before you kicked him into the bedroom. Sam, Hannah, and Beth had gone to sleep.

Emily and Matt had gone to have fun somewhere in the house, as had Mike and Jess, and you swear you saw Chris and Ashley enter the same room. It was just you tonight; it almost made you regret refusing Josh's flirtations and advances.

"Can't sleep?" The voice came from the stairs; it was Mike.

You looked at him lazily as he moved closer. Mike was wearing a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. It was kind of funny, but all you could see was how handsome he looked.

"Neither do you, apparently... I'm just taking a break."

Mike's eyes traveled over your face and then down your body, lingering a little too long on your legs and breasts beneath the t-shirt. He scratched his head and sat next to you, pulling your bare legs into his lap, a little too close for your liking, your shoulders almost touching.

"You know, it's snowing outside. This isn't exactly the kind of outfit I'd wear."

"Wow, I was going to say the same thing to you."

Mike pinched your thigh, and you playfully kicked him.

"I missed you" he said, the words floating in the air and you turned to face him.

Mike always had beautiful eyes, especially when they looked at you in that sweet way that made your head spin. You could blame the alcohol for those thoughts, but you knew it wasn't him

"Me too" you lowered your voice. "You've been kinda... hm, distant."

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his cool breath, as if he was already going to sleep and had changed his mind. You looked at his lips, then back at his eyes, unsure of what to do when he leaned in to kiss you. But you decided to turn your face away, your hand on his chest to stop him as you whispered.

"Mike... is this a prank?"

"No, it's just what I've always wanted to do."

And with that Mike kissed you, and you let him.

His hands cupped your face before moving down to your thighs, stroking them, and you pulled his hair to deepen the kiss. One hand came up to squeeze your tits through your shirt, and you sighed into the kiss. When you parted, Mike stared at you, until he decided to steal your breath again.

His hands explored the entire length of your legs before he pulled you, encouraging you to sit on his lap, and you did so, moaning when you felt his hard cock through the clothes.

Mike moaned softly as you wiggled in his lap, searching for more. His hands gripped your waist tightly, helping you move, his mouth half-open as he watched your hips move.

"Jess is whe—"

"Sleeping, don't worry."

You moaned as you felt his teeth lightly graze your neck. His hands ran down your back and down to the hem of your shirt. He lifted the fabric slowly, as if unwrapping something precious, his dark eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation. But you didn't hesitate. You lifted your arms and let him remove the shirt, exposing your breasts to the flickering firelight. Mike cursed softly, his hungry eyes roaming every inch of you.

"Holy shit…"

He murmured, bringing his mouth to one of your breasts and sucking eagerly, as if he were starving. You gasped, throwing your head back and grabbing his hair, pulling harder than you should have.

With each suck, each lick, and nibble, you felt your body contract and the excitement build between your legs. The sensation of his hardness throbbing beneath you only made everything more urgent.

He gently laid you down on the couch, his hand pulling your leg to his hip, giving him more access to rub his cock against you. You moaned softly in his ear as he continued to grind against you like an animal, your soaked panties wetting his pants.

"You're making a mess of me” he chuckled, kissing your jaw.

You pulled up his shirt, and he tossed it aside. His hands slid down your stomach to your shorts, which met the same fate as the shirt. He ran his thumb over your clitoris, circling it slowly, watching you come apart beneath him.

"Can I?" The question came softly, almost desperately.

You nodded, biting your lip, and he hurriedly pulled down your panties.

He circled your clit again and entered you with two fingers, moaning as if that alone was enough to make him cum.

"Shit, Mike."

You arched your hips, moaning softly as he slipped two fingers between your lips, rubbing the right spot firmly.

The world around you seemed to have disappeared—the occupied rooms, the thin walls, Jessica sleeping upstairs. Nothing mattered anymore but that and the way he looked at you, as if he were seeing you for the first time.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, he brought them to his mouth, sucking gusto, as if to preserve your taste on his tongue.

"I should have done this sooner" he whispered.

Mike stopped and spread your legs wider, pinning one to each side of his body.

You pulled down his pants with pent-up anger, with hunger, and his cock sprang hard, throbbing. You swallowed hard, but wasted no time—you gripped the base firmly and guided him into you.

Mike thrust into you slowly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction as if he wanted to tattoo it into his memory. The moan you let out was muffled by his mouth, and the sensation of fullness was so intense it almost made you gasp and cry into his cock. He began to move inside you, slowly at first, as if savoring the forbidden moment. But soon his movements became more urgent, deeper, more desperate.

The sound of your bodies slamming together was muffled by the crack of the log, and each thrust made the sofa creak softly. Mike's hand came up to silence your mouth when you moaned his name too loudly.

"You need to be quiet, darling. What will the others think if they catch you like a whore, full of me?"

You rolled your eyes in pleasure.

You dug your nails into his back, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper, until you completely lost track of time or place.

And when you came, you felt your whole body tremble, your muscles contracting in spasms. Mike came next, pulling out and cumming on your breasts as he moaned your name, his head burying himself in your neck.

It was intense and wrong.

For a second, you just lay there. Breathing together. His heart pounding against your chest, his hand still gripping your thigh as if he never wanted to let go.

But the second passed.

And reality returned.

Mike lifted his face and looked into your eyes. The silence between you was thick. He stood up slowly, afraid of hurting you, and picked up his shirt from the floor to clean up the mess he made on you.

He looked almost embarrassed, and you smiled.

"Sorry about that."

"No problem, it was fun."

•

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[stuckinthedeadlights]

Daniel Matthews Icons

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[nottsangel-rip]

shared spaces — t.n. & m.r. & l.b.

pairing: fem!reader x theo nott x mattheo riddle x enzo berkshire. new girl au — in which you live together.

warnings: smut 18+, foursome, threeway kiss, oral sex (m. receiving), double penetration (unprotected vaginal and anal sex), fingering, bad italian probably (sorry!), creampie, praise, choking

word count: 4.6k

summary: a night of drinking with your roommates takes an unexpected turn when innocent teasing escalates into a foursome you’ll never forget.

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Roommates. That’s all you, Theodore, Mattheo and Lorenzo were. Not friends, fuck no. Just… roommates. Nothing more, nothing less. Roommates you could kill with your bare hands at times, that is— especially when you were lying in bed late at night, headphones turned up to max volume, while all three boys were busy slamming their cock into whatever random girl was foolish enough to go home with them that day. Or when you came back to the cramped apartment, swung open the freezer, and discovered that they’ve eaten all the ice cream you’d been looking forward to eating all day.

Oh, how you desperately wished you were living somewhere else in those moments— anywhere, really. But unfortunately, you didn’t have a choice. You urgently needed a place after breaking up with your cheating ex-boyfriend, and this was the best you could find at that time.

But it was fine. Not great, but fine. You lived your own life, and so did they. You didn’t talk to them much—only when necessary—and avoided them as much as you could. It might sound unfriendly and hostile, you were fully aware of that, but they were too busy bragging to each other about the girls they hooked up with anyway, and you had no desire to be part of that conversation. And it was whatever. You were content like this, minding your own business. And you were planning to continue living exactly like this until you found a better place to live… But was that still what you really wanted?

After a few chaotic months of living together, everything began to change dramatically. As much as you despised these same boys not too long ago—well, you still very much do—the dynamics between the three of you had completely shifted. You weren’t just roommates anymore, no, you were… a little more than that.

What exactly, you might ask? Well, Lorenzo liked to call it RWB (roommates with benefits), which resulted in a slap to the head each time he brought it up. You flat-out refused to ever call it that. And besides, whatever the hell it was, you didn’t even want to label it.

Anyway, to cut straight to the point without beating around the bush any longer— you were having sex with your roommates. Yes, each one of them. All fucking three. The three boys that you used to fight with over the most minuscule things you could possibly think of, are now the same boys pinning you down onto your mattress until you’re drooling all over the sheets ‘cause of how good they were fucking you. It all strangely unfolded so naturally and so gradually, as if the lines between friendship and desire were slowly fading away without anyone noticing. Still, it felt wrong, it felt dirty, but god, it felt so fucking good too.

To go back to the beginning and provide some much-needed context, it all started with them sharing you, actually. But not at the same time— no, that felt far too weird and awkward. Instead, they took turns sleeping with you separately, with each one of them fucking you whenever the mood struck, which happened a lot. Just casually brushing past them in the kitchen and feeling your ass press against their crotch was enough to drag you into their rooms. And it was fucking amazing— each one of them had their own unique qualities, fucking you in ways the others couldn’t.

Theo, for instance, was great at dirty talk and foreplay. He’d shamelessly whisper filthy words to you in Italian with that low, seductive voice of his as his fingers were buried deep inside of you, curling up so perfectly— he never failed to get you dripping wet in an instant.

Mattheo was a fucking god at eating you out— he could make you cum within seconds, the way his tongue skilfully sucked on your clit had you gripping his brown locks tightly.

And Lorenzo? He could put you into positions you never knew were possible, hitting spots so incredibly deep inside of you that your legs trembled uncontrollably each time you found yourself in his bed.

But still, it had its downsides. Fucking each one of them individually meant a lot of sex and left you sore and limping around, which eventually began to exhaust you, pushing you past your limits physically. It was simply too much for you to handle. All three of their sex drives were sky-high, and you, being just one girl in a house with three boys, just couldn’t fulfil their needs all the time. 

So that’s when threesomes began to happen. And ohhh, a new world opened up to you. It was exhilarating, it was experimental, it was even better than the sex before, and with all the attention on you, you couldn’t get enough. So far, you’ve explored every possible threesome combination, and their skills combined were absolutely mind-blowing. You were hornier than ever—more needy, more aroused—and so were they.

But was that really the limit? threesomes? well, you thought it was— until tonight happened. It was just another drunken night with the boys, gathered in the cosy living room, playing whatever random board games you had dug out from the back of your closet, stacked away and long forgotten since you moved in. 

The evening began so innocently, filled with laughter and lighthearted chatter as you drank some leftover alcohol from a party the week prior— until you unconsciously started inching closer to them, the chilly night breeze sneaking through the windows causing you to seek more warmth. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, though. You always became touchy and clingy whenever you were drunk— everyone knew that.

But with them being intoxicated as well, they found it increasingly difficult to control themselves around you, eyeing you with hungry, lustful gazes, especially as your lace bra temptingly peeked out from under your tight-fitting top and your short skirt inched higher with every movement you made. 

Usually, after one of these nights, you’d end up going to bed with one of them—maybe two if the night called for it—but there was always one of them who was too tired or had some other girl come over anyway. Tonight was undeniably different, though, and you could feel it— they all wanted you.

Lorenzo and Mattheo sat on either side of you, with Lorenzo’s wandering hand slowly trailing over your bare, goosebumps-covered thigh, sending shivers cursing through your body, while Mattheo’s hand rested around your waist under your shirt, rubbing gentle circles on your soft skin with his thumb. Their warm hands felt nice on your cold body, but you couldn’t deny the ache building between your legs at both their irresistible touches.

The scent of their musky, aromatic colognes mingled with the smell of all kinds of alcohol, filling your nostrils, as their warm bodies pressed closely against yours, causing a small, amused smile to form on your lips at the sudden realisation that there was more than enough room on the couch for both of them. But no, they wanted to sit as close as possible to you, eagerly craving the feeling of your skin against theirs, even though a barrier of fabric still separated you from them. You didn’t have to read their minds to know how badly they wanted to rip it off your body.

Meanwhile, Theo sat across from you, watching the scene before him unfold with a cocky, lopsided smirk and dark eyes, fully aware that both drunken enzo and mattheo lacked any ounce of self-control strong enough to resist you, so he lazily let them do all the work of getting you aroused and horny before joining. Occasionally, he took a slow sip from his drink, but his intense gaze never left yours, absorbing the way you reacted to their touches and he knew— under your tiny skirt, your panties were soaked already.

And god, he was right. Just the slightest, teasing touch had you dripping wet already, as their firm hands continued to roam over your body, growing more hungrily and desperately with each passing second, both of them breathing heavily on either side of you.

For a fleeting moment, you lock eyes with Theo through your drowsy gaze, his own intense eyes fixated on you as your roommates explored your body, only making you more desperate and turned on.

“Sei così calda.” Theo murmured in a low, husky voice, his eyes glued to your body, eliciting an irritated groan from Mattheo as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Oh, shut up mate, no one can understand you.” he retorted, frustration lacing his tone. Theo simply chuckled in response, completely unfazed by him, fully aware of the underlying reasons for his annoyance. Mattheo hated it whenever Theo spoke Italian because he knew it gave him an undeniable advantage with girls, who swooned all over Theo the moment seductive Italian words flowed from his lips.

“Be nice, Matt” you warned, trying to appear stern but the alcohol cursing through your system made you uncontrollably let out a small giggle, causing Mattheo’s expression to soften too.

“I am nice. Is having my hands all over your body not me being nice, princess?” he teased with a cheeky smirk, his hand trailing down your bare back under your shirt toward your ass as his eyes hungrily gazed right at you through half-lidded eyes, a combination of lust and intoxication evident in their depths, his warm body merely inches away from yours. Your hazy, drunken state, their warm hands gliding all over your chilled skin, theo’s piercing eyes staring right at you— your head felt like it was spinning.

Suddenly, as if reading each other’s minds, both boys gently yet eagerly brushed your hair from your neck to expose it, then attached their soft lips to the sensitive skin at the same time, sloppily sucking dark hickeys into your neck from both angles. You couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan, helplessly pressing your thighs together to create some friction as Mattheo and Lorenzo breathed heavily right into your ear, sending electric shivers down your spine.

They were both becoming more and more desperate, frantically sucking on your skin, the alcohol coursing through their bodies and intense desire to have you blurring their minds and causing them to lose all inhibitions. Mattheo groaned in pleasure, taking a not-so-subtle sniff as licked your neck like a popsicle, leaving a slick trail of saliva in his wake. He felt lightheaded, completely entranced by your sweet scent and the softness of your skin, his hand greedily squeezing your waist.

“Mmm, I can, like, taste your perfume… so sweet and… a bit… alcoholic, like a— like a pornstar martini.” 

“What the—” Lorenzo instantly pulled away from your neck, glaring at Mattheo with a disgusted look on his face, his top lip curling in distaste and his brows furrowed in disbelief.

“Mattheo, shut the fuck up, will you?” 

“What did I do now?!”

“You’re ruining the mood, saying weird shit like that.” 

“Oh, fuck off—”

Before they could bicker any further, you abruptly grasped both their jaws at the same time and gently guided their heads towards yours into a sudden kiss, your soft lips pressing against theirs as their eyes reluctantly fluttered shut.

You could tell they were hesitant at first, both of them unwilling to touch each other in any way, but the drinks they had earlier were working its magic as you quickly felt their tongues eagerly moving against yours, their hesitation disappearing in a split second.

Soon, all three of you were completely entangled in the kiss, with one of their hands on the back of your head, drawing you in, while another firmly squeezed your bare thigh, as though trying to steady himself. The world around you seemed to fade for a moment as you pulled them closer and closer, spit mixing between you three, and the usually noisy living room was unusually quiet for once, except for the sounds of heavy breathing, soft moans, and wet lips smacking together.

The tension was only rising more, all of you growing more eager with each passing second, your tongues moving in perfect harmony with each other, as though you’d done this a thousand times before. And you were yearning for even more, all of you were, your body trembling with need as your arousal slicked your thighs, dripping onto the couch beneath you. The initial hesitation to touch each other had long faded by now, desire consuming you all, thickening the air with an overwhelming mix of lust and anticipation, until—

“Alright. that’s enough.” Theo broke the silence as he suddenly stood in front of the couch, casting a dark shadow over the three of you. He assertively took your wrist and forcefully pulled you up from your seat, while both boys stared up through drowsy eyes, their swollen, spit-covered lips glistening, and your lipstick messily smudged across their flushed faces, wearing dazed and slightly bewildered expressions that hinted at their drunken state.

In one swift, fluid movement, Theo effortlessly threw you over his shoulder, eliciting a surprised squeal from you followed by a drunken giggle, as he playfully slapped your ass with an amused, mischievous smirk dancing on his lips.

The moment Theo walked into your room, he roughly threw you onto your bed, your body bouncing slightly with the impact as you gazed up at him. In contrast to the chilly living room, the temperature here was more pleasant, with the lingering scent of flowery candles you lit earlier still filling the room.

Theo approached you with a dominant air, each long step creaking on the wooden floor, sending your heartbeat racing. When he finally stood before you, he traced his thumb gently over your burning cheek, before slipping it into your mouth, making you suck on it and he groaned at the sight, his eyes darkening. “So fuckin’ pretty.” 

Heat flooded your core at the sudden praise, your lace panties now uncomfortably soaked with arousal. Drool trickled from the corners of your swollen lips, his thumb still deep in your mouth as you gazed up at him with half-open, dazed eyes. His tall, imposing figure loomed over you, casting a shadow as he tilted his head in approval, drinking in the sight of you beneath him. 

He slowly pulled his thumb out of your mouth, a thin trail of spit still connecting your lips to his finger before he made his way to your bed, lowering himself onto it and motioning with his hand for you to come closer. His demeanour was power-driven, cocky, and lustful, as he leaned back against the headboard, his legs spread wide, his eyes devouring you. You crawled toward him on all fours, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage, your tits nearly spilling out of your shirt as you moved. 

“You look so sexy right now, I might just keep you all to myself tonight.” he growled, his voice low and commanding. He didn’t waste much time before gripping the back of your head and eagerly pulling you into a fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue dominantly entering your mouth, not wanting to waste any of the little time he had alone with you. 

In the background, you could faintly hear Mattheo and Lorenzo still in the living room, their voices muffled through the thin walls as they bickered once again, but you could make out a sharp “don’t you fucking dare tell anyone about this!” and frustrated “you really can’t kiss, you know that? we’re never doing this shit again!”, followed by an exaggerated sound of gagging, causing you to giggle into the kiss. 

Theo's warm hand slowly traced from your waist down to your ass, relishing the way you melted under his touch, while his other hand guided yours to his crotch, placing it over his already throbbing erection before he finally pulled away from the kiss.

“Feel how hard I am for you?” theo whispered in a low, sultry voice, the words sending a rush of heat through your body as you palmed him through his tight pants. “All this is for you, amore.”

Just then, you heard Mattheo and Lorenzo stumble down the hallway, their footsteps heavy and unsteady as they sprinted towards your room, clumsily knocking over whatever was in their way, too eager to even care, before finally stepping inside and hastily slamming the door shut.

The first view that met their eyes was your ass raised high in the air, angled perfectly towards them, your skirt having ridden up all the way over your waist, giving them a perfect view of your drenched underwear as you were bent over, hungrily kissing theo. 

“Holy… fuck…” 

“So— uhm, yeah, we’re— we’re here” they stammered, staring at the scene in front of them with their mouths half open and painfully hard boners visible through their pants, forming noticeable wet patches on the fabric.

Theo's hand on your ass then travelled to the waistband of your panties, teasingly sliding it down and tossing it carelessly to the floor, revealing your glistening cunt with your arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs. Both Mattheo and Lorenzo felt as if they were about to explode and could cum at the sight alone already, but were quickly snapped back to reality when you pulled away from Theo's lips and broke the silence. 

“So? You’re gonna help me out or what?” you taunted impatiently with a teasing grin, feeling painfully empty as you squeezed around nothing. They both blinked erratically as they were pulled out of their trance and nodded their heads, eagerness evident in their expressions.

You soon felt both their roaming hands on your body, exploring every inch eagerly with fervent curiosity as they hastily undressed you until you were completely naked, making you more aroused with each tantalising second. You felt their hands everywhere— squeezing your ass, pinching your sensitive nipples, teasingly brushing against your aching cunt. It was driving you wild as you simultaneously unbuckled theo’s belt, staring up at him while he gazed back down at you with that smug, cocky smile that made your heart race.

“You think you can handle all of us at the same time, bella?” you nodded without a second thought, your mind completely consumed by the desperate need for all three of them as you freed Theo’s throbbing cock from his pants, instantly jumping against his stomach as precum leaked from the swollen tip.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” you parted your lips, letting a glistening trail of spit land on his cock as he intently watched you with hungry, lust-filled eyes, biting his lip in anticipation, before your mouth finally met the swollen tip. You gently swirled your tongue over the most sensitive part, causing him to let out a deep, guttural moan, meanwhile behind you, you felt a pair of fingers—you weren’t even sure whose—rubbing your clit in slow circles as you simultaneously heard the frantic unbuckling of belts. 

“Just like that, baby, fuck!” Theo’s hand moved to your head, fingers threading through your hair before taking a fistful of it and pulling your hair back into a loose ponytail, ensuring it was out of your way. Your head slowly sank down, taking him all the way into your mouth until you felt the tip brush against the back of your throat and your lips pressed against his balls, causing Theo to throw his head back in pure bliss.

When you felt two fingers suddenly enter you, you moaned loudly around Theo, the sound vibrating against him as the fingers curled up perfectly against your sensitive g-spot. Feeling desperate for more, you pushed your ass back with the movements, instinctively trying to create more friction as the slick, lewd sounds of their digits pumping deep inside of your wet cunt filled the room, mixing with your soft whimpers of pleasure.

“Fuck, she’s so wet” you heard Mattheo groan from behind you as if you weren’t even in the room, his voice thick with desire as he quickly rubbed circles on your aching clit and watched Lorenzo finger you at the same time, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably, your arousal dripping all over their quick hands. 

“She’s squeezing me so fuckin’ tight— I can tell she wants more.” They were bringing you closer and closer to the edge, your release building with each passing second, but he was right— you wanted, no, needed more. You were craving to feel them, both of them.

“Yeah? You want more, baby? You want us to fuck you at the same time, hm?” Mattheo questioned, and you instantly pulled your lips from Theo with a soft plop, panting as soft ‘please’s desperately slipped from your spit-covered lips.

“Alright. But, uh, let me fuck her ass this time, yeah?” Lorenzo demanded at mattheo as he aggressively shoved him out of the way with his shoulder, causing mattheo to stumble to the side before retaliating with both hands pushing against his chest.

“Nah, it’s my fucking turn.” 

“What the fuck do you mean?” 

“What do you mean, what do I mean? I'm telling you mate, it’s my tu— alright. rock, paper, scissors to settle this, yeah?”

“Hm, fine… ready? rock…pa—“

“Oh my god, you fucking idiots. Enzo, get under me now before I lose my patience!” you snapped, drunk exasperation lacing your voice while Theo lifted himself from beneath you, shaking his head in a mix of disapproval and amusement, a grin spreading across his face.

“Whatever.” Lorenzo sighed defeatedly as he replaced Theo’s position, pulling you on top of him, his aching cock already nudging at your entrance. Theo settled beside you on the bed, swiftly passing the lube from the nightstand to Mattheo, all while amusingly watching Lorenzo make an even bigger fool of himself. 

“What? You don’t want to fuck me? ‘Cause you can go jerk off in the fucking corner if that’s what you’d rather do.” You hissed at Lorenzo, glaring down at him. His eyes momentarily widened in surprise, before he shook his head in playful defiance and let out a low chuckle. Abruptly, he gripped your jaw, pulling your face close to his, and kissed you hungrily as if apologising. “Oh, c’mon baby, you know I love your pussy.”

A small, satisfied smile uncontrollably tugged at the corners of your lips as he rubbed his cock along your folds, teasing you while gazing up at you with that mischievous, sly smirk of his. He then firmly gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, and slowly pushed into your dripping cunt, hissing at the feeling of being swallowed by your warmth. You quickly steadied yourself with your hands resting on his bare chest, feeling him deep inside of you and completely stretching you out, yet still craving more. 

“You ready baby?” Mattheo asked from behind you as he spread your cheeks, gazing down with hungry, lustful eyes. “Mhm, please.” You begged, your voice a breathless whisper as you heard him pop the cap of the lube off before hastily rubbing himself with it and slowly pushing into you.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. The feeling of being stretched out by both of their cocks at the same time was so intoxicating, it left you breathless and made your heart race. It was simply indescribable how good it really felt. The sensation caused you to instinctively arch your back as you clutched the sheets tightly, consumed by sheer pleasure, every nerve ending in your body tingling with electric intensity. Mattheo was now fully inside you as well and patiently waited for you to adjust to the intense feeling.

Theo then firmly gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze as you stared up at him through barely open eyes and furrowed brows. “Does that feel good, hm? Having two dicks inside of you?” you nodded with your lips slightly parted in ecstasy, unable to form any coherent sentences. 

“C’mon bella, use your words.” 

“Feels— feels so fucking good, fuck!” 

“Hm, that’s more like it. Open up baby, ‘cause we aren’t done yet.” 

You obediently parted your lips wider to let Theo enter your mouth, his hand pressing against the back of your head guiding you deeper as he let out an almost primal groan, throwing his head back at the sensation of your warm mouth. At the same time, both Lorenzo and Mattheo began to move at a slow, deliberate pace, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the heavenly feeling of them stretching you out completely from both holes. 

Strings of muffled curse words slipped from your lips as Theo mercilessly fucked your face, his piercing eyes staring down at you as he bit his lip, a low growl of pleasure escaping him. The other two boys quickly began to increase their pace, causing you to see stars as they could feel each other move against one another through the thin flesh that separated them, only intensifying the immense pleasure they were already feeling.

“Look at her— she can barely handle it, having three dicks inside of her.” Mattheo taunted, his hands tightly gripping the soft flesh of your ass as he relentlessly slammed into your tight hole at a brutal pace, causing you to moan loudly around Theo's throbbing erection. Your vision blurred as Lorenzo's hand moved to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it possessively, choking you just enough to make you feel lightheaded.

“You’re taking us so well, pretty girl. Doing so good for us.” Lorenzo growled as he gazed deep into your hazy eyes. Your head felt like it was spinning from the intense sensation, both of them pounding into you at a merciless pace, filling both your holes so deliciously while theo thrust into your mouth, making you gag on his thick cock.

The pornographic sounds of heavy breathing, lewd moans, and loud skin smacking completely filled the room, and you were certain you’d hear complaints from your nagging neighbours the next day, but right now, your mind was too clouded by the pleasure to even care. The feeling was beyond words and you couldn’t get enough. 

“Such a dirty fuckin’ slut. One dick just wasn’t enough for you, huh? Sei tutta nostra.” Theo taunted as he slid his hand beneath you to your core, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit while maintaining his brutal pace.

It was becoming too much as both Lorenzo and Mattheo continuously hit your most sensitive spots, quickly sending you spiralling over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You moaned loudly, your eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy while your nails dug deep into Lorenzo’s chest. You nearly collapsed on top of him, but theo quickly caught you, holding you up by your jaw with a gentle yet firm grip.

Not much later, Theo and Lorenzo reached their orgasms as well, both emptying themselves deep inside your cunt and mouth while Mattheo pulled out and came on your ass, feeling his warm sperm on your skin in thick spurts, painting you white.

The four of you froze for a moment, trying to catch your breath, chests heaving up and down as if the room was spinning around you from both the aftermath of the orgasm combined with the intoxicated state you were all still very much in. Theo gently wiped the excess sperm from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, hazily smiling down at you. 

Lorenzo was the first to break the silence, much to your annoyance, a lazy smile stretching across his face as he leaned back against the headboard. “So, uhm… roommates with benefits, huh?” 

“NO! Stop trying to make that a thing!” 

“Nice way to instantly ruin the mood, mate.” 

“No offense but I’d rather cut off my own dick than refer to any of you as that.” 

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