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I was perchance wondering if you could do a work for Josh perchance? I was thinking about something you wrote in one of your past works where you mentioned that he'd make homegirl watch horror movies with him and then jumpscare her when she comes back from the bathroom but let's say that she's lowk traumatised from smth and they watch a horror movie and smth about the horror movie reminds her of wtv she experienced so she goes to the toilet to calm down and josh jumpscares her when she comes back but it goes wrong and she starts crying and a whole bunch of comfort ensues and stuff, some smut can happen at the end if you want
Take as much time as you want with this if you want to write it, no pressure❤️❤️❤️
Eluded
Josh Washington x AFAB reader
Tags: Slightly suggestive, itty bitty bityy smut at the end its skippable, Reader has trauma, mentions of death, angst that ends happily (I'm a sucker), horror movie stuff again, Josh is dumb, 2nd person
A/n: okay so like i wanted to keep it pretty open and idk what trauma would be represented in like a slasher film that everyone knowss... so like i kinda just made reader scared from pranks andddd i think it worked!
It had been well over 5 years since the incident on Blackwood Pines, but it was little things that still stuck with you. Scars in hidden places that surely weren't natural. It had also left a mental scar.
Being chased by a cannibalistic spirit that cops didn't believe in… the same year that your two best friends died. Yea, it was a bit traumatic. Even the man you’d forgiven for what he did to you on that mountain hurt you sometimes.
You and Josh were bundled up together in a fort you had built in the theater, listening to the television blare with screams and chainsaw sounds. Horror movies didn’t scare you, not anymore. You were munching on the popcorn Josh had microwaved not too much earlier.
Hands buttery and bodies warmly pressed together, watching Leatherface (2017). “This isn’t accurate,” he laughed, watching the man massacre the other with the chainsaw. “Josh… just watch it!” You slapped his shoulder as you said, shaking your head softly.
He scrunched his eyebrows together, pretending to be angry and kissed your temple a little possessively, leaving a greasy mark there.
“Oh gross, popcorn breath,” you joked, wiping it off with your left hand.
“Don’t wipe away my kiss!" he mocked hurt, pressing more greasy, buttery kisses on your forehead. You just laughed out and burrowed closer into him.
The incident was bad, yes. But the mountain was still special to you. It was the very last place everyone was together.
After too many screams and too much beer, you had to use the bathroom. You escaped his hold, “Gotta pee, be right back,” you said, walking up the creaky wooden stairs.
When you returned to the hall all the lights were out. You couldn’t hear the movie playing anymore, you reached out while your vision adjusted to the minimal light in the house. “Josh?” You called out, wondering if he had gone to bed.
The wind whistled against the lodge windows, floorboards groaning with each step. You slowly pattered your way to the beginning of the stairs.
A chill went down your spine, resting at the base. “J-Josh?” You stuttered softly, everything in the lodge felt all too familiar, all too real. “This isn’t funny anymore… stop,” you whined, finally being able to adjust your eyes to the darkness.
Every beat of your heart felt like a pounding against your head, quick breaths and wandering eyes.
You heard soft footsteps around the corner, coming from the stairs. “Josh, is that you?” You asked quietly, tears forming in your eyes. Your eyebrows stayed low, fingers unable to rest.
Your breathing quickened as you rounded the corner, your chest felt heavy, memories flooding back. The tears dripped down your face softly. Your bare feet hit the floor, cold lodge air making you shiver.
When you met the second set of stairs it felt like a breath of fresh air, nobody was there.
You took a few deep breaths, telling yourself how stupid the idea of someone being down here was. You focused on slowing down your heart rate like your therapist had advised.
“Josh? Did you go to bed?”, you continued down the stairs, heart slowing down from its fast beating moments ago. You continued down the stairs, now curious to where Josh had gone off to.
Just as you hit the last stair, he jumped out.
The mask, the stupid, stupid mask. Its dark eyes, gummy teeth and pale skin. You yelled out, falling backwards onto the stairs and knocking the wind out of yourself. “Get back! No, no, stop!”
You tried to speak again but failed, lack of breath leaving you unable to speak. You crawled backwards up the stairs, kicking at the man.
Your vision felt blurred, maybe dark at the edges. He was here, he was back, was all you could tell yourself. The pain bruised you, hoarse words left on the tip of your tongue.
Josh took off the mask, throwing it over his shoulder. You couldn't even hear him, words too complex for the amount of panic you were feeling. You reached out to push him away, body working on impulse.
You mouthed words, “Get off,” and “Leave me alone.”
He grabbed your arms, mouth moving but no words were able to be heard. He hugged you tightly, pulling you into him.
He was holding you still against his chest, pushing your upper body against his. He felt your heartbeat and pressed kisses to the top of your head. It was moments before you could even feel them and his tears falling onto your hair.
When your hearing came back, you heard streams of “I’m so sorry’s.” You didn’t mean to get so scared, it just happened. “Josh?” You softly spoke, panting with a hand rested over your heart. He pulled you out of his grip, looking into your eyes.
“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t-,” he stuttered while he moved to grab your face, “I’m so stupid, I’m sorry I don’t know what I was thinking…”
You put your hands over his on your face, still unable to really process what had happened. “You didn’t mean to,” you breathed, heart still racing. You knew he used to play pranks like this, maybe he just thought it’d be like it used to.
“No, I’m sorry… I just gosh, I don’t even know what I was thinking, or even if I was thinking,” he continued to ramble. You shook your head, holding him closely, you knew he meant no harm.
You wiped the tears falling off of his pretty face, kissing the bridge of his nose. “I’m not mad…” – you started-“just a little spooked…”
After that, he treated you. Snuggling you in next to him under the large comforter in the fort while you two watched a rom-com of your choice. Eating ice cream and making out almost all movie long.
And by the end of the night he was apologizing while going down on you as you held his head close.
Anon asked: YO CAN I GET A STONER STEVE DIBIASI WITH A PLUS SIZE GIRL I WOULD LITERALLY CUM
warnings: SMUT, PIV, recreational drug use, intercourse while under the influence, oral (f recieving), praise kink, teasing, orgasm denial sorta
“Wait, so you’ve never even like… touched weed?” His round eyes were now wide, his unstyled curls resting on his head so perfectly. You deliberated the question, deciding whether to tell the truth or mess with him. “Well, no. I’ve never particularly smoked… why?”
You met Steve in film class, he sat behind you next to one of his friends that wreaked cigarette smoke. Eventually you two began regular conversations, before, after or sometimes during your lectures.
“No way, you’re messing with me!” – he grinned so wide you thought his teeth were going to fall out– “Not in a bad way! But like, I was just wondering.” He quickly retaliated realizing that he may have come off too strong.
“No- I get it,” you laughed out at his reluctant tone, “I didn’t take you for a pothead, though.” The implication came out ruder than you expected, but he just laughed.
“Yea neither did my Dad.” He joked. The teacher finally began his lesson, but you couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity– why would he ask you about that. The lecture felt like it lasted forever, Mr. Whateverhisnamewas’s nasally voice pushing you further into an irritated feeling.
Packing up was a relief, you threw your textbook into the satchel you carried and turned to wave goodbye to Steve. He was already looking at you, lost in thought.
“What’s up with you?” You pried, giving him a half-hearted stare. He picked at the skin around his thumbnail, before running a hand through his thick brown hair.
He looked up at you from his seat with wide eyes, blue iris’ stunning you for a moment. “Remember when I asked you if you’d ever smoked, and you were like “No”” – He mimicked you in a higher pitched tone.
“Uh, yea I remember cause it was like… an hour ago” you stated, looking at the clock. He laughed out, still nervously running his hands through his soft hair gently.
“Would you wanna– I don’t know, get some lunch and go back to my place.” he finally sighed. His face sheathed with horror immediately, “I meant like to smoke not like-” he laughed at himself.
You laughed at his apprehension, his eyes still looked mortified but his wide smile said otherwise. “Hmm I don’t know Steve, I think I’m busy…” You teased him, he knew you were.
He looked elated, smile finally meeting his eyes, “Ok! Yea totally, today is good though? Cause I cleaned my room and it gets messy quick,” he blinked as he stuttered out.
He was super nervous.
You walked back to your house, waving at Mr. Crowne as you did so.
Throwing on your cutest top and a casual pair of pants, you brushed your teeth an extra time and packed your purse. Chapstick, headphones, hairclip, and some other, less important things.
You made haste out of your home, giving your parent(s) a quick smile, “I’m gonna be out for a while, eat without me. Studying for finals!” – you felt bad for lying but they’d never let you leave to hang out with Steve of all people.
You walked down the street a little, shooting Steve a quick text that you were down the road so he could come get you.
The engine of his red pickup roared as he came down the road, drawing unwanted attention as the sun set.
“Your truck is loud,” you inquired while opening the passenger side door, sliding your way in. He laughed and scanned you over. “I fixed it myself” – he said in a jokingly offended manner– “And uh, you look good by the way.”
He quickly averted himself from your attention and checked the mirrors before pulling out.
“So…” you inquired. You were already a quarter of the way to the on campus dorms. “So?” He questioned, eyes focusing on the road.
“Just wondering but uh, it’s just gonna’ be us, right?” He looked confused for a moment, before blinking hard and laughing it off. “Yeah, yea, just us hon,” he spoke so casually. You hated to admit something as little as “hon,” was making you all hot.
When he pulled into his spot, he pulled the key out of the ignition swiftly, opening his door and hopping out. You were still reaching down for your bag when he opened the truck door. “What a gentleman,” you spoke as you leaned up and jumped out.
His palm rested on your back as he helped you down, eyes wider (than normal), and the ball of his hand sweatily digging into you.
Once you entered his dorm, the smell of pot was pungent, a shock to your nostrils. “Fuck man, you need an air purifier or something, how much do you smoke?” You asked jokingly and punched his arm, which was firm.
“Well, y’know…” he laughed out and ran his hand through his hair. He reached under his bed, pulling out a small box. “W-want some?”
“Yeah, but you’ve gotta’ show me how, Steve,” you accentuated the “S” on his name. He sat onto his wrinkled sheets and patted the spot next to him, inviting you.
Hopping up, you brushed his arm with yours, an electric feeling, really.
Steve pulled out some thin paper, creating an almost perfect joint. He took it between his fingers and lit it with a small, teal lighter. He inhaled addictingly slowly, holding it a moment before breathing the smoke out softly.
He was mesmerizing.
“Ok, so you’ve gotta’ hold it like this” – he wrapped your fingers around the roll– “and take it slow, you are gonna cough so try not to hold it too long, babe,” the dizzying feeling in your stomach took place again.
You hesitated a moment, pulling it to your mouth and away. A wave of nervousness hit you, “Shit, I don’t think I can Steve.”
He bit his lip when you used his name, “It’s alright… just uh, can I try something?” –he all but pleaded. You nodded softly, handing him the joint.
He took it from your hand, fingers brushing against each other and igniting a flame. “Just trust me on this…” – he inhaled languidly, you watched his chest fill.
He leaned into you, holding the side of your face with his hand, his lips hovered over yours and he used the hand on your cheek to open your mouth. He blew the smoke into your mouth slowly, allowing you to inhale not too much of it.
You inhaled it and exhaled slowly out into his room, the smell filling your nostrils. “Shit,” – you coughed out, swallowing your spit a few times to get the feeling out of your throat. He watched you the whole time.
He rubbed your back as you coughed a few more times, “You did great,” he praised, hand still resting on your lower back.
You finally regained composure, realizing you had just smoked, and it was fun. Mostly because Steve had shotgunned it to you, but it made you feel ecstatic. You felt fuzzy, his almost kiss was too much for your brain to compute at once.
“Thanks,” you allowed, a soft smile and rosiness painting your cheeks. He nodded, taking another hit off the joint.
You stayed quiet for a bit, still thinking about him. “Hey Steve,” you ot his attention. “Yes?” He nervously spat.
“Can you do that again?”
He smiled widely, smugness in his eyes. “Of course, sweetheart” – he took another hit, this time for longer. This time, though, his lips pressed against your, your heart skipped, every feeling except anger washing over you.
You inhaled again, as he parted with you, you exhaled. “Steve, I want to kiss you.”
He quickly obliged. Pressing his tender lips against yours. FOr a while it was lips and hands, his tongue pleaded your lips for entrance, parting them dominantly.
He leaned his head to the left further, allowing your noses to not bump and deepening the kiss. His tongue breached your mouth and he rested his hand on your thigh, palm pressing it softly.
After too long, he pulled back, eyes wide and glossy. He shook his head and ran his hand through his curls– “You are like a… dream come true,” his eyes were still wide in disbelief. “A fuckin’ dream,” – he managed before pulling back into you, he tugged at your hair, too much and too little all at once.
The dizzy feeling now felt like an ache in your lower stomach, begging for release. You ground yourself into his bed as much as possible, any relief for the tension would’ve helped.
“Steve, please do something,” you whined, “Too much.”
He laughed nervously, “Y-yea, okay,” he spewed quickly, clumsily moving his hand from your thigh to your jeans. “Just uhm, tell me what you like? Yeah?”
You nodded, breaking the kiss and peeling your hands away from him to unbutton your bottoms. “Oh god…” he timidly sighed.
You leaned off the bed to take off the fabric, shucking them off your calves.
He was mesmerized, elated even. You pulled at his shirt, toying with the hem in a desperate attempt to get him naked.
“Oh shit, uh yea,” he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one motion, eyes still glued to your thighs. He ran his hands through his hair, biting at his lower lip.
After what felt like hours of making out and shameless groping, you two had shed almost all your layers, he was still in his boxers and your panties were still barely gripping onto your plump hips.
He trailed his open-mouthed kisses to the side of your lips, down to your jaw and neck. He pressed his lips against everywhere he could, other than the obvious place you wanted him. He chuckled against your skin each time you desperately arched into his touch.
He finally peeled off your underwear, slick string peeling down with them. He might as well have gasped, ecstatic to see how worked up he’d gotten you. “Steve…”
His teeth grazed your inner thigh as his right hand held down your hips, firm calloused grasp onto your side.
Without warning his tongue was in you, thrusting shallowly into your tight, wet heat. Your hand found his curly locks “Steve, oh god!”, he just smirked and continued ravaging your hole.
Steve’s fingers replaced his tongue, stretching your tightness with scissoring motions of his fingers inside you and you couldn't help but moan out. His mouth focused on your clit, sucking and pulling.
He let you squirm, building up an intense feeling in your abdomen. He was relentless, teeth grazing your nub every so often when you arched into him too much or pulled his hair too hard.
Then, he stopped.
HIs face must've been dripping, that was until he wiped it off on your thigh and you felt the mixture of his spit and your cum on you.
“Steve, why'd you stop?” He chuckled nervously, patting your thigh softly. “Can I uh… fuck you?” His apprehensive nature made you giggle, something sweet and soft.
You pulled him up to you, melting together in a kiss. You tasted yourself on his thick tongue and whimpered into the kiss.
Your hands slid down to remove his boxers. He kicked them off and sighed deeply. “You gotta’ condom?” He questioned genuinely.
“In my bag,” you pointed at the floor and he quickly rummaged through it til he found one. “Someone’s gotta be prepared…” You teased him as you rolled it down to the base of his dick.
“I– shit– didn’t think you liked me like that, Y/N,” he whined as your smaller hands touched him.
“I thought it was… pretty obvious,” it came out more serious than playfully. You held him and allowed him to line himself up with your hole.
“I do like you Steve” – he cut you off and pushed into you– “A lot…” you strained.
“Fuck… oh fuck, I’m so not gonna’ last.” You stroked the hair on the back of his neck, “It’s alright, baby,” you stated extra softly, and bucked your hips to meet his.
He started moving, your tight walls clenching his shaft tightly. The veins on his arms bulged, and his shoulders strained with the weight of holding himself.
His cock slid in and out of you as fast as he could go without filling the condom in an instant. “Hang in there, just a little more,” you couldn't help but plead.
With your words he picked up the pace, steadily fucking your cunt. “C-can’t…” he whined and released his sticky seed into the condom, sweat dripping off his head.
“You did so good, Steve, so good,” you encouraged, a little disappointed you couldn't finish.
Before you could finish that thought, he had pulled out of you and kissed your stomach. His mouth found your heat and he licked your wetness up, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking hard before moving his head side to side.
You moaned deeply, stuffing his face into your cunt. You squeezed around nothing as he licked you softly as you came. “Goddamn Steve,” you panted heavily and he moved back up your body.
He laid down next to you for a moment before moving to the kitchen. He cleaned you up and kissed your body as he did so, something you haven't seen most college guys do.
When he was done, he leaned down onto the bed, looking at your fucked-out gaze, admiring.
“Do you wanna’ do that again sometime?” he chuckled anxiously, ready to be turned down. You just nodded, kissing his temple and allowing him to climb into bed next to you.
“I guess it wasn't just to smoke,” he laughed as you said.
Ahem anyways hear me out hear me out Finn's girlfriend is a racer and he is stressed about everything because of weather so bad Benny can't even fly in it and then like fluff of comforting him and desperate scared kisses as if it's the last time he gonna see her 😼
finn (need for speed) X gnreader
warnings: making out + groping, nothing else really
“And you promise you won’t do anything stupid? I can’t..-” Finn was trying to keep it together. It was March, the rain was severe. California stayed rainier during the winter months, though, it was still pouring outside.
The race has been planned for months, an average street race with one of Tobey’s friends. You knew you’d be fine.
It felt like decades ago that you met Finn, even though it was only a few years ago. He fixed up your car a few times, having been a friend of Tobey, which you met through your friend Julia. The second you met him you may or may have not had a crush on him, but it seemed he did too.
“I promise, Finn,” – you assured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you slipped on your fingerless gloves while he moved back to the hood. He pleaded you not to race in the rain, nonetheless you did.
He couldn’t even have Benny fly in these conditions to know where you were.
“Finn, the car is fine. You just looked at it.” You laughed out, he didn’t think it was very funny. His grease covered hands exited the mechanics of the car, grabbing the sides of your arms.
“I know, Y/N. I want you to not do this, I don’t want you to get hurt. I could never forgive myself if something went wrong with your car. You softened, still standing in front of him.
He kissed you quickly, walking back over to the hood, checking everything for the millionth time. You followed him, leaning over the engine. Distracting him, you leaned in and kissed him, not a peck, a deep, meaningful kiss.
He reciprocated, tongue breaking past your lips. His hand travelled to your ass, tugging you as close as possible. “Finn,” you sighed against his plump lips. He hummed, moving his grasp from your butt to the back of your head.
Meshing your faces together in an intimate attempt to tell you how he feels.
Finn pushed your lips into his, tugging your hair tightly into his face. His dick was moving in and out of you roughly, pinning you against the hood of the crews newest fixer upper car. You braced yourself against the red bow, gripping onto anything you could while he fucked you ravishingly.
“Fuck-” He almost got out readjusting himself so he could hit inside of you deeper. You clenched on his thick length and met his thrusts as well as you could.
“Finn” – your hand released the hood and wrapped around his slender shoulder– “Slow down, shit,” you whined. He released a low chuckle that quickly became more of a groan.
He immediately flipped you around, pushing your breasts into the red plastic of the car. He didn’t waste much time slipping back into you with ease, clinging to your hips with a bruising grip.
The feeling spun in your lower abdomen, a wave crashing onto shore each time he thrusted himself into you. You felt his pelvis pressing into your ass when he went especially deep, whining out at the friction.
“M’ so close babe.” An intentional plea, mostly a question to see how you were holding up. His cock slid in and out of you rapidly, you just needed a bit more friction. “So close Finn-”
Like he read your mind his hand was already sliding its way to your clit. Drawing tight circles while you pushed your ass into him as far as you could.
“Fuck’re squeezing me so hard…” When he was this close he couldn't help the filth that spewed from his pretty mouth. You couldn't even retaliate, too caught up in pleasure. His fingers were still pinching your clit, running his calloused fingers over it in figure eights.
You couldn't talk, but he sure could. “Let go… baby please-” His finger pressed you harder, sending you into euphoric bliss. You clenched his member so hard he was worried he wouldn’t be able to pull out.
In a few more thrusts he was slipping out of you and jerking himself. You recovered quickly and sat on your knees, swirling your tongue around his red tip until he was seeing stars.
His hot cum exited him in ropes, landing on your tongue perfectly.
He pulled you up quickly after you swallowed, kissing you roughly. You knew you couldn't do this here and that's what made it even more fun.
You threw on your tank top, nipples still pert, and pushed on your panties and shorts.
Finn was buckling his belt when you heard Toby start talking, “Oh fuck-” you yelped, helping Finn button up his shirt.
“And this here… Is one of the ones I’ve been working on.” You heard Joe– your brother– speak.
“Shit, Finn!” You didn’t get it out in time, the dark haired man entered the garage, speaking to Tobey.
Joe was still turned around while Finn stood there, wide eyed. Tobey was looking straight at you like he was praying for you and Finn both.
Joe turned around, eyes immediately darting to you buttoning up Finn’s blue dress shirt he had to wear when at work. “No…” – he looked at his car, and then at you and your blue-eyed lover's face– “You dick!” He yelped out.
“No- Joe it’s like… totally not what you think, we were just hanging out!” You tried to reason. But Joe wasn’t having it and he started walking toward Finn.
“Heyy man,” Finn nervously chuckled. “Hey my ass! You fucked my sister,” he pressed a finger to Finn’s lean chest.
“I am gonna’ kill you Finn I swear to god!” He half joked.
“Finn run!” You yelled at him and he began a dead sprint out of the garage. “Finn!” Joe screamed as he chased him.
Tobey and you laughed as you watched them run down the street of the bustling city, praying that neither of them would get hit with a car.
Tags: Josh Washington x GN!Reader, 2nd person, No Josh prank AU, ANGST, No smut, grief, implied depression, mentions of death
You had never had the expectancy for Josh to get over it– Not something like that. All those years ago when he felt he couldn't save them, when he couldn't get up when Beth needed him and when he couldn't protect Hannah. The hatred he felt for your old friends subsided years ago, just not for himself. He could never forgive himself for not saving them– helping them, holding them and begging for forgiveness they never asked for.
He wasn’t happy. He never was. He was shattered, something of unimaginable repair. You didn’t expect him to feel better, to eventually love himself again, to be able to get up and feed himself on rough days.
His love for you often felt like a distraction from the pain, the utter anguish he felt when thinking about them. But you knew that wasn’t true, he loved you, but he couldn't ever love himself again.
You thought it’d do him good. Maybe help his past become less blurry, the blockade between everything to become less pigmented and help him blame himself even if a little less.
The chill pricked at the base of your spine instantly, unable to ignore it your hand jolted against his and shivered softly before you pulled the side of your thick coat up further. If he had known better he would've taken you back to the cable car and left then and there.
You wanted this for him, although he wasn't sure he wanted it himself.
The stretch from the parking lot to the lodge was of sizable amount. The sorrow made it feel longer, each blow of the wind sending needles into your face, tears threatening to release themselves unwantedly.
Each step your heart felt heavier, the soft tears spilling off of Josh’s face didn't help. The wind whispered to you about them, of the prom Beth convinced you to attend where you and Josh first got drunk together, of the tattoo parlor Hannah dragged you to and while she got her butterfly inked into her skin for Mike– you sat and waited for her.
Reminders were hard, but Josh wasn’t worth letting go of to forget them. Hannah and Beth stayed with Josh in a way. He didn’t know it, but he was always in some way– them.
Each snowflake that smattered onto your head felt like it was still just the same old you; heading to the lodge for a Twilight marathon that you guys always planned in October. Or each time Josh begged you and Beth to watch another horror movie just for him to scare you when you went to the bathroom.
In that cold envelope, everything felt like it had not yet passed, like they were still here. Like they would smother you when you walked in the door, and tease you about your school girl crush on Josh. Maybe even Hannah would shriek like she did if she hadn’t seen you in a while, or their childhood dog would jump on you when you came in. If only you knew then.
You wiped your tears away with the back of your sleeve, nose threatening to drip. Josh wiggled the doorknob of the lodge, stuck the key in and turned slowly, unable to bring himself to see it again.
He kept the key in the door, stepping away.
Your fingers brushed the handle, familiarity pushing you in the opposite direction, you couldn't help but allow a few more tears to fall.
He placed his hand on top of yours, turning the handle in unison. Pushing languidly, you found the smells of the lodge intoxicating, like the emotions you tried to suppress were allowed to come out here.
Tags: Josh Washington x AFAB reader, established relationship, SMUT, cunnilingus, some dominant Josh kinda, oral (F receiving), fingering, undertones of degradation but not rlly, arguments, slight coercion, short but sweet
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lowk not revised pls tell me abt any issues
MDNI 18+
Josh had been annoying.
Not annoying– but difficult. He had spent all morning fighting with Chris. Not really fighting, a few playful jabs here and there, but it was infuriating. Every joking comment thrown Chris’ way had started a fight, which dragged you in somehow.
“I was not that drunk!” He sneered, “I was buzzed, Y/N, tell Chris I wasn't even that bad!” And it wasn't just that. There was more.
It was the last night at the lodge and everyone wanted to watch movies, drink hot chocolate and spend time with their sweethearts.
But– as always, Josh had decided to lock the keys in the cabin when everyone had gone out for a small hike this morning. The only people being inside, Mike and Jess– who were obviously busy with other things. Too busy to answer the door.
And here everyone was. Ashley and Chris were looking around for another way in, Sam and Emily were conversing about who knows what on the steps. While Matt kept trying the door.
Beth and Hannah ran out to the guest cabin to see if they had left the extra key in the junk drawer.
You and Josh were scaling the side of the lodge, hoping to find any way at all to break into his parents lodge.
“Hey”, he yelled out, eyes landing on a small window. “I think I can get you up there if you want to squeeze through.” His eyes were fixed on you wantonly.
“Josh, you think my ass is gonna’ fit through that tiny window?”, you asked, “I am not doing that. Not now, not ever.” You replied in a snarky tone. You had come to the conclusion you had put up with enough for one morning.
He narrowed his eyes, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth. “Y/n. Come on, it’s not that small”, he pried the window open and stood on his toes to peek inside. “You seriously can’t just… climb through, it’s fucking freezing.”
You furrowed your brow, “Josh, it wouldn’t be freezing if you would have remembered the key.” You took a long pause, pressing your fingers into your temples. He looked at you with wide eyes.
“But fine. I’m not doing it for you, though. Ash is just freezing and Matt won’t stop wiggling that door handle.” You folded, walking closer to the window. The wooden walls of the cabin were damp and had a potent must smell.
“Thank you,” he smiled, “You won’t regret it babe, we can finally get inside and get warm-” You cut him off with a sharp hush.
“Just get me up there, Josh,” words heated with annoyance.
He hummed out, reaching down to help push you up and through the small gap of the glass. He hoisted you up so you could grab onto the windowsill, allowing you to push up and attempting to wriggle inside.
Josh went to nudge you inside further, but over corrected and almost sent you tumbling inside, “Nice one,” you groaned out, regaining stability.
He shamelessly grabbed your ass as he pushed you through and you eventually climbed your way through.
He leaned up so he could see you as you stood on the workbench by the window. “Atta girl,” he praised. You rolled your eyes, stepping down off of the table.
“Just unlock it from the inside,” he reminded you.
You hummed while nodding, “I know how a door works.”
You twisted the deadbolt and pushed the door open, and were met with your boyfriend's face. The rest of the group quickly spilled inside, wiping their soggy shoes off onto the entryway mat and hanging up their coats near the fireplace.
Josh squatted down near the hearth of the fireplace, prodding at the heated wood that was– surprisingly– still burning. He popped a few more pieces of wood in and fanned them gently with his hand.
You watched him intricately, yet still indignant. His hair fell out of place onto his forehead from under his beanie he had yet to take off.
Breaking your thought, he waved you over.
You shuffled your cold body near the fire, electing to kick off your shoes and warm up your feet. “What do you need?” You harshly asked.
He shook his head gently, “That’s no way to talk to your caring boyfriend, is it?” He asked a rhetorical question that was surely laced with mirth. He tore off his beanie, throwing it over on the couch as you watched him.
“Yea, well,” you started, “You’ve been an asshole all day and made me climb through a window. God forbid I’m irritated, Josh.” The words struck a bit harder than intended, sly sarcasm evident.
“Mhm,” he mumbled and continued working at the fire to get it larger.
...
When everyone had warmed up, Beth and Emily made hot chocolate, while Matt watched from the bar.
...
Everyone agreed on a rom-com for the group movie. Jessica and Mike were bundled up at the end of the couch, heads resting on the seat.
Chris and Beth sat closely, Ashley at his feet on her stomach. Hannah and Sam were laid out on the floor, a palette of flannel blankets and cozy purple pillows from Han’s bed.
Matt and Emily elected to head upstairs and “get ready” for bed.
The annoyance never settled, it had just spiralled all day. You were still being bratty.
Josh slipped under the blanket with you, cold hands finding your thigh. “Josh, stop,” you swiped his hand off you as you said. He gave you an anguished look, hurt evident, but something hid under it.
Every time you peeked over at him during the movie he was smiling softly.
...
Near the middle of the movie, Josh grabbed your thigh, squeezing it gently. “Knock it off.”
He didn’t. His fingers climbed up to your ass, slightly gripping it. You wiggled out of his hold, quietly poking at his arm. You rolled your eyes, pulling down your pajama shorts.
Instantaneously, Josh gripped your wrist and tugged you upstairs, dragging you over the piles of blankets.
“Where are you guys going?!” Jess called out, shocked by your actions.
Josh scooped you up, carrying you upstairs in an apace movement. You slapped his shoulder, anger evident throughout your features.
“Josh stop,” you said, “this is so stupid.” His smirk was glazed with arousal, enthusiastically opening his bedroom door. You could still hear the movie booming downstairs on the sound system his family had.
“Josh knock it off I’m not… fuck stop!” He threw you down onto the soft comforter of your shared bed, kicking off his shoes. “I said I was sorry,” he started, sly tone never failing. “You gonna’ forgive me?”
Your eyes could have rolled out of your head as he slinked his way onto the end of the bed. “No, Josh, you need to understand I’m allowed to be-”. He cut you off by swiftly getting on top of you, hands on both sides of your head.
His lips met yours, meshing together, much to your reluctance. He bit at your bottom lip and pried it open, sticking his tongue into your mouth as you relented.
He pulled back and you chased his lips, he chuckled softly. “Please forgive me,” he said, pulling off your pajama bottoms. You lifted your hips in compliance. He licked his lips when he saw the perceptible wet spot there.
“Holding out on me, huh?” he rhetorically questioned, moving to his haunches as he peeled his shirt off. You only got to admire his upper body for a moment before he was leaning back down.
“Josh,” you whined out, a begging tone really. He hovered over you then pushed himself back so he was tucked between your thighs.
“Yea baby?” You almost didn't hear. He kissed the inside of your knee, pressing his lips against it teasingly. You wondered if he was going to keep teasing you till you were a whining mess, begging him to do something.
Breaking you, his warm tongue touched you through your panties, slicking them more. “Such a brat,” he hummed against you.
You pulled and tugged at his ashy hair, already pushing your hips into his face further. “Mm Josh-” He pushed your back down with one hand while he devoured you. His other hand held tightly against your thigh, a tell tale sign that there would be bruises there tomorrow.
The feeling was euphoric, begging him to not stop and to slow down all at once. He never relented, running his tongue over your clit while his middle finger plunged into you. “Never listen…” he mumbled to himself, adding another finger into you as your wet heat clinged onto him.
His thick tongue didn’t relent, waves of arousal crashing into you all at once that only he caused. His stubble scratched you perfectly, adding to the intimacy of it all.
He felt your body arch, an almost unnoticeable indication of your climax, he stopped. You looked at him with confusion in your eyes, pulling on his pretty hair and looking at his wide eyes. “You’ve gotta be good,” he reminded, leaning back down.
He thrusted his tongue into once before getting back into his position, two fingers and his mouth attaching to your achy clit. You pushed him into you, riding his face.
Your bliss quickly built up, you rolled your hips to meet his fingers.
“Josh, m’so close… please”, you begged, feeling completely at his sexual mercy. He sucked hard, a sound so vulgar leaving your lips as you held his hair and pushed his face into you, arching your back in ecstasy.
It was quick, exhilarating to say the least, that was until it was over. His fingers were still inside you, curling and hitting the spot inside of you that was still sensitive.
He tutted mockingly, “I’m not done, sweet girl”, you felt his smirk on your thigh as he wiped your cum off of his lips.
“Josh-”, he cut you off by attaching his lips to your clit again, your legs snapped shut. His arms forcibly made room for himself, “Don’t.” he warned, licking softly at your bud, “Don’t you dare.”
Tags: SMUT, Oral (M receiving), Face fucking, Giving without receiving? Ig, Elliot Alderson (MM) x Reader
Warnings: Referenced suicide, referenced self harm, reference mental health issues, smut, jealousy, references to other women, please read with caution as it could be triggering
Setting: Quite a few months after show, MM Elliot, Non- established relationship, 3k words
Also lowkey i did not revise this well so lmk if anythings messed up
The night was still young, sun hanging lowly in New York's breezy but still hot air. The boardwalk stretched far, wooden planks aligned with some sticking up out of the ground, hazardous. The ferris wheel can be seen from where you and Elliot sit, out of order, while the seats blowing around wildly.
Summer air was nice, especially when Elliot asked to go hang out.
And he always wore that hoodie, and those black jeans that were slightly off hue to the jacket, hanging lowly on his hips. Even when it was 80 degrees.
But with summer heat, promised summer rain.
You peered up, chewing on gum as you noticed dark grey clouds littering the sky. “Looks like it’s gonna’ storm, we should head back, El”, you watched his eyes scan the sky as you said, words rolling off your tongue. He flicked his cigarette, looking back at you to respond.
“It’ll be ok.” He said as if apparent, not a worry across his features.
Elliot was always like that, from drugs or normally you didn't know. He was mostly because the world had been unfair to him and he could never be repaid. The pain he'd endured, and never talked about was something the world couldn't apologize for. He was the way he was because even when he did try to feel better, nothing went right, nothing was good in his life, ever.
He could say you were the only better thing in his life and mean it. The only one that listened without asking for more, the only one he was given by the world that didn't hurt. That could hurt, but wouldn't hurt.
Elliot normally wasn't there, wasn't conscious enough to have emotion, or show it either.
And when he showed you emotion, it wasn't obvious, a small glance paired with a smile. Or when he'd tell you about his attempt last winter, or even when he mentioned how he only smoked to feel less, not for leisure.
Small, cold, and wet droplets danced across your shoulders, pressing so lightly it was almost unnoticeable, almost. It broke you from your thoughts about the man that had been there for you when you hadn't been good to him. But he kept coming back.
The rain started quickly, a downpour that nobody could have predicted other than a metaphorical god himself.
He took his hoodie off, throwing it at you and grabbing your arm. “Elliot, I told you-” he cut you off, dragging you to who knows where. His light touch was different, he normally didn't grab you, unless he got angry, which happened to be a lot, even if not at you. He didn't mean to.
“Do you trust me?”, he spoke as you two jogged toward an abandoned building, a closed garage on the side of it facing the creaky ferris wheel. “Of course I do.”.
You threw his hoodie on in a rush, leaving it unzipped and throwing the hood over you to preserve your styled hair at least a little. The downpour continued harshly, wind and wetness hitting your face as you picked up speed.
The droplets smacked into your face, his hoodie keeping your upper body from the wetness.
…
Elliot dragged you into a small alley, weaving through trash cans and litter in the alley. He tugged on the handle of the faded green door, once, twice, and it finally budged open.
The place was warm, a small fan in the corner that you could barely see in the dim room. A switch flicked and suddenly the fan turned on, along with old computers, arcade games, pinball machines, and in the other corner, a popcorn maker.
Your eyes widened with elation, excitement caused by the new scenery. You spoke breathily, panting from the run over here, “El, what is this place, it’s sick!” you sang, a large smile flushed over you, cheeks red from running.
You rushed to the Galaga game sitting against the worn down walls of the building. His eyes watched you carefully, a guarded stare that he only had around you sometimes. He was uncomfortable, he didn't want you to know about this place, didn't want to risk it.
“It’s uhm… just this place–” he tried explaining, tone dying softly. His eyes were planted on anywhere but you, rushing around the room in hopes he could just disappear. You grabbed out your wallet from your backpack, pushing in a silver quarter. His eyes remained wide, as if he weren't saying something, but that was something normal for you two.
You whirled around to face him before pressing in the quarter, “Fine don’t tell me, but you’ve gotta let me come around here sometimes… Ooh! What if we invited Darlene, she’d love this place-” he cut you off with a soft grunt, eyes stuck on his shoes.
He ran his hands through his damp hair, small droplets leaving his head. He was mesmerizing, he always knew how to captivate you without trying.
Your eyes softened, cheeks growing hot as color rushed to them. “Is this… where you… do– or well…did all the computer shit?” you questioned, a little embarrassed you didn't realize earlier. He nodded, face wrinkled kindly.
You felt prideful to be allowed here, to be let into pieces of his life he didn't discuss with you. To be given the chance to know him, if even a little more. He was a closed off person, you’d never known anyone to be as close as you were with him.
And your friends always asked “Why do you even hang out with him” –and it was a difficult question to answer–because there was no real reason, other than you felt like the world wanted you there, by his side, just to make you both feel a little better if only for a minute.
He loomed closer behind you, watching the game play out. Not just Galaga, but also your expression. How you felt about knowing the intimate, different, and muddier details of his life he tried so hard to scrub you from. But he couldn't.
He couldn't let the only good thing in his life go. He couldn't just forget her. It was selfish to be so close to her, but he couldn't–no wouldn't– help himself. He knew the risks, the hatred others held for him that she could get roped into.
You were mesmerized, in awe at his openness. His vulnerability. But he needed this and so did you, everything felt correct with each other.
His hands planting themself on your hips broke your thought, fuzziness began. A warm, kind, needy feeling always leeched to the back of your head, something that needed him but didn't want to ruin him. Ruin his way of life or introduce new things that you knew he couldn't handle.
“Hey El”, you said softly, voice filled with the love he deserved and desired. You shifted from one foot to another, still slightly focused on the game. You pressed the buttons slowly, trying not to disturb the moment.
“Hi”, he responded in a voice just as sweet as yours, a new, smitten side of Elliot had slowly been being introduced to you, and you hadn't realized.
His nose bumped you, pressing softly on the nape of your neck, inhaling your shampoo in a oh too much way.
Your face felt like it was buzzing, excitement, and just the newness of the situation made you too happy to even speak. Instead electing to lean into his touch.
You hadn't realized.
His flirty, but still respectful remarks about your outfits for weeks, his invites to hang out more often since February, but most of all his touches. They were new. You thought maybe he had just felt more comfortable, but it was just you. He never touched Angela without her engaging, or even the brunette woman that he had promised you wasn't his girlfriend many months ago.
The brunette woman you were so jealous of. You wouldn't dare to admit after you had seen them at a bar downtown, and they went home together. You watched as they walked away and the hurt came flooding back, you pushed it back down.
You tried to wiggle him off your hips, but he held on tighter.
You abandoned your game, turning around, you faced him. His greyish eyes pierced into yours, thumbs running over the fabric of your jeans softly. “You- you said you trusted me. Do you still? …–Trust me?”. He hesitantly questioned, eyes wide, waiting, wanting.
You placed your hands onto his arms, holding them further into you. “Yes. I always will, El,” the confession slipped out of your mouth quickly.
And you meant it. He was a constant, he would never change, and maybe that's what you needed in your life. Through thick and thin you never left his side. Even when he grew distant, you were there, almost a background character in his life. But you weren't. You were his whole world just like he was yours.
All in an instant his lips were on you, crashing into yours clumsily. A low growl was pulled from him, he’d been waiting, and he finally had something fair in life. You. The world gave him something good.
He continued his assault with his lips, you wanted to back away, to tell yourself he was just lonely, but it felt so real. You couldn't. You shook your head into the heated kiss, not unnoticed by Elliot.
He mumbled into the kiss tiredly, “You look so, so good in my hoodie. I need you.” he begged. Fingers trailing up your hips to hook onto your belt loops. He tugged on your jeans as the kiss began heating up, his words enough to make you tingle in anticipation.
The dirty talk was different, filthy words you hadn't heard him say before. It was arousing, unable to be ignored.
His tongue lapped at your lips, parting them dominantly and shoving his tongue against yours. His hips ground into yours, already obvious erection pushing against your pussy perfectly.
You parted from him and sucked in a sharp breath, aching to feel his lips against yours again. His lips were perfect, perfect in a way that made you wonder why you didn't do this sooner. They were chapped but you couldn't have cared less, after all it was Elliot, it was all you’ve ever wanted.
He backed up, giving you a second, his gaze was fixed on your eyes, looking for any signs of discomfort. “Is this okay?” he questioned, hesitant but still demanding an answer.
You nodded, eyes locked onto his plump lips.
“I need you”, he groaned. And just like that your lips were back onto his, he didn't just crave it, his body wouldn't let him not want it. Not want you.
“El” you moaned into the kiss, his grinding picked up, you were sure if you didn't stop you were both going to cum your pants. “El.” you tried stopping him before things went too far. Your fingers weaved into his dark hair, scratching his scalp slightly and tugging him away from you.
He backed away, a startled look on his face, "What's wrong? I’m sorry-" you cut him off quickly, taking his hands and placing them on your face.
“Do you want this?... Do you want me?” The question was important to you. You need to know, to know if it was part of his thoughts or something he wouldn't ever say no to. Your fingers rubbed the stubble on his lower cheek, eyes wide and sincere.
“Y/N, I've wanted to ever since Darlene first introduced me to you, I’ve wanted you when I was half dead, I’ve wanted you longer than you can imagine.” the sincerity in his voice broke you, you leaned back to kiss him harshly.
He began mumbling against your lips, “I’ve never wanted anything more, you are my person”.
He returned to the kiss immediately, quickly taking the lead. He continued his grinding against you, soft whines escaping his throat. You returned the friction, his tongue sliding across yours repetitively.
Elliot pushed you up against the pinball machine, leaning over you with a lustful and hungry stare. Eyes unfocused like he needed you, for survival.
He pulled at his shirt, breaking the heated kiss momentarily to shuck it off his slender body. Your jeans followed shortly after, thrown into the damp pile of clothes he had made. The rain outside pattered at the metal roof, the atmosphere was warm, comfortable with him.
You turned around to face him, knees still pressed against the machine. His quiet, breathy pants echoing throughout the large room.
Your finger glid over his chest, tracing his pecs and running down his stomach, stopping near a scar that looked too much like a ballistic injury. His stomach twitched softly, but allowed you to continue the light touches.
You sunk to your knees, the cold floor of the arcade sending shivers through your body, from the cold or him you didn't know. “You’re so handsome”, you commented, pressing a soft kiss to the scar and pushing your fingers into his belt loops.
He pushed his groin closer to you, a silent plea. Fingers already roughly grabbing into your hair as he urged you to continue.
You slid off his tight black jeans, tugging them off his thighs til they pooled at his ankles. He stepped out of them, keeping his hands threaded in your hair. Your eyes wandered his thighs, legs, groin, all of him.
You held onto his lower hip with one hand, the other tracing the lines littered on his thin thighs. Following the tracing with a kiss on each one you saw. The freckles and scars littered across his lower thighs appreciated by your mouth. You hadn't even noticed the tears he had been allowing, they dripped softly onto your head.
“I love you.” Was all he could say. And it was enough.
“I love you too, Elliot. All of you.”
You helped him pull off his underwear, allowing the strained fabric to release his girth. You stroked his length languidly, wanted him to hold out as long as possible, to make it count.
“Please baby, I need it… I need your mouth”, you didn't even have to ask him to beg, you teased his cock, running your fingers down the slit and taking his length into your mouth, hand resting on what couldn't fit.
His hips roughly thrusted into your mouth, eliciting groans and gags from you. His fingers pulled on your hair roughly. Your hand rested on his hips, brushing lightly over the deep scarring there, sorrow deeply rooted in your heart for him.
“Oh please…–” he whined out, breathless. His fingers clawed at your hair, the vibrations from the feeling going straight to his leaky cock. All in an instant, he dragged your mouth off of him, panting heavily.
“No, El. Don’t worry about me. I want to make you feel good”, you said as you pressed lazy, wet kisses to his thighs, feeling each divot from the scars and appreciating them, appreciating that he stayed around.
He whimpered at your words, quickly grabbing the sides of your face and forcing your mouth open widely. He ran his tip along your lips before continuing to facefuck you. Allowing you to reach for the base of his dick, you slowly stroked it as you sucked him gently.
You kept a leisurely pace, dragging out his nearing orgasm for as long as possible. Your mouth stopped every once in a while to drag your tongue along the underside of his erect penis.
He was already huffing loudly, muscles contracting on and off trying to hold off his pleasure. You slowly tugged off of him, much to his dislike. “You can let go El, I’ve got you baby”, and he shoved your mouth back onto him quickly, ropes of cum landing into your mouth and some on your chin.
“M’ sorry, sorry”, he let go of your hair, running a hand through his as you pulled off of him. You licked at his tip, pressing a soft kiss to the softening member, his cum still dribbling out of your mouth. You swallowed his seed, licking your chin and wiping the rest lightly.
“Don’t be sorry”.
Slowly standing up you released his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. You stayed like that for a while, standing in that arcade sharing kisses, jaws moving with ecstasy. Euphoria washed over you, this was all you’ve ever wanted.
…
You kissed for a while, Elliot spoke first, breaking the kiss. “Last winter, when I… wasn't right. Someone asked me, why I had stayed so far.” he paused for a moment of thought, blue-ish grey eyes piercing into you. You understood without needing another word from him, relishing in the feeling of having all of him.
The rain was still slamming against the roof, wind whistling outside the building. Elliot began putting his clothes back on, underwear and jeans first. You followed by throwing on your shirt.
In an instant the door swung open, confident footsteps pushing through the arcade. You covered yourself quickly, unaware that the building was unlocked.
“Oh gross! Elliot you could've picked anywhere else…” her eyes scanned you quickly. “God took you long enough, I was getting tired of hearing about his little crush”. Elliot stared wide eyed, embarrassed.
He shucked on his shirt, walking over to Darlene and pushing her lightly. “Sorry Dar,-” you apologized, pulling on your jeans. She shushed you, getting popcorn from the machine and prancing over to a game.
“Is it still raining?” Elliot finally asked, eyeballing Darlene.
“Yea, there was a break a few minutes ago so you guys can run to the car and finish, whatever was going on in here, in there” she smugly commented.
“Thanks Darlene.” you commented sarcastically, brushing past her to kiss elliot and zip his hoodie up.
Your eyes fluttered opened just as the sun began peeking through the shudders
Your boyfriend, Josh, laid on your shared bed, eyes shut softly, and broad back turned to you.
The sun highlighted his tan skin, giving it a golden hue that was indescribably beautiful.
You reach up and glid your fingers over his chest, tracing his shoulders and neck, poking at each one of the more vibrant freckles spattered on his body.
His breathing hitched softly, and he let out a soft snore, but your fingers continued just grazing the back of his golden shoulders.
A small giggle escaped you as he snored tenderly, unaware and adorable.
The shirtless, messy haired man turned toward you, eyes still softly shut unconsciously.
You reached your second hand out and traced each freckle on his front, too, fingers light as a feather, in hopes of allowing the man to continue sleeping.
You continued for moments, feeling each dip and rough patch of his skin.
You turned and laid back in your spot, attempting to continue the slumber the sun had interrupted.
Just as you pushed your eyes shut, a calloused hand reached for you, turning your body back to face his.
“Can you keep doing that?” he finally spoke, voice hazy and deep.
You kissed his temple, and he rolled back over, allowing you to continue your soft touches, again, counting each and every freckle.
Velvety touches across him, each one just as soft as the last.
You moved the featherlike touches to his lower back, in turn, pushing your lips onto his shoulders, onto every freckle, and back over again.
He turned to wrap you in his arms, tender kisses atop your head, and you both fell back asleep, his soft snoring tickling your ear perfectly.
Setting: No prank(s) au, enemies (but not rlly) to lovers kinda?, 2nd person? Josh Washington x Afab Reader
Tags: SMUT (Porn w plot), Oral (M receiving and F receiving), PIV, Fingering, Face sitting, Language, Degrading on readers end (Kinda'), Semi-plot, Cock warming-ish, fighting but its resolved, NSFW 18+ only as well as the rest of my blog, uhh tell me if i missed smth
OKAY SO. I got a request on something LIKE this but I honestly didn't know how to write it without it being not what they wanted but um also didnt know what format u wanted so if u request again js lmk if u want HC, fic, drabble. I js made this a fic/oneshot!!
And so perhaps Josh with a reader who is obsessed with biting stuff (like yk how some people have Necklaces or sokething they bite or they chew their nails) maybe Josh trying to stop reader from biting herself or omg them play fighting and his arm reaching over her face to get something and she just bites (not hard enough to break the skin and Josh doesn't care) before profusely apologizing until he like looks a bit closer at it or at her and like perhaps maybe hmmm Josh gets a boner... woah who said that!!!!
@childrenoftheuniecorn
Thats part of the request (The whole thing was quite long) but thank you!!! Sorry it took a bit, holidays are stressful. Sorry if i didnt do a good rep on the biting... This was difficult but i quite like the outcome.
Chris had driven with Josh to make sure the surprise was all set up. Streamers and balloons hung from the ceilings, fridge stocked with booze, and people filling the lodge in their hiding spots.
You heard the rattle of the doorknob as you stood next to Beth behind the wall of the front entryway. The door swung open and Josh stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. “Surprise!” Everyone sang, spooking Josh. “Hannah you said we-” she hushed him, “Big brother, just enjoy that all your friends are here for the entire week.” she laughed out, glee written all over her face at the successful attempt in a surprise.
His eyes scanned the room, landing on you first. A small smile on his face as his eyes connected with yours.
“Thanks, Han”.
...
The air in the lodge was cold, only warmth being from the small fire that had been lit well over 3 hours ago, that by some miracle, someone remembered to restock the wood in. Hannah had invited some of the closer friends over for a small gettogether for Josh’s birthday, it now being January, Sam, Chris, Mike, Jess, the siblings, and yourself were all bunched under blankets on the living room couch, drinking to stay warm.
You and Josh yelled from time to time, hurt each other's feelings, denied apologies, but still stuck around with each other. From Highschool to now, you’d been an inseparable, hateful, toxic, but functioning friendship.
Nobody knew how it started, or how it continued. One day he made a dumb joke that hurt god knows whose feelings, and you defended them, which broke into an argument, which created the cycle. Hurt, counter, argue, relieve frustration, repeat.
…
The night was slow, drinking started early, just as a storm had rolled in on the mountain. You could almost hear the cable car rattling from inside the warmth of the lodge.
The whistle of the wind coming through the windows of the lodge made you look toward the counters, you blinked at the window, then scanned your eyes over the mess in the kitchen you all had caused, a small laugh leaving you at the thought of Josh having to clean it up.
Mike and Jess were cuddled up in a blanket, shot glasses surrounding and the smell of weed lingering on them. Your eyes delicately raked over them, letting a drunk giggle out.
The wind shook the windows again, the sturdy lodge unmoving in the snow-storm.
You all began small, paranoid, talk (Those of you awake anyway). Something about how clairvoyance could be possible, and spending a while promising each other you didn't have it, interlocking pinkies with each of the people still downstairs. (Mike, Jess, Chris, and Beth).
Hannah and Sam had gone to bed early to ditch the drinking activities, like dare or drink and spin the bottle.
You let your mind slip away from the thought, returning back to your current scenery. On the couch, as close to Josh as you could handle. You and him always shared banter, sometimes words that cut a little too deep, or not deep enough, but it always led to the same ending, an undeniable want, that neither of you could ignore for much longer.
Josh’s beer rested on the left side of you, sitting on the wooden coffee table at the end of the couch. You felt his stare burning into his drink, contemplating reaching, before you felt it direct towards you.
He stared for a long while, he darted his tongue out to wet his voluminous lips. “Stop staring, I can feel your bug eyes on me” you satirized, a mean smirk laying on your lips. He looked back towards the drink, “Mm, go to hell. You scoffed, pushing his arm a bit. “Anywhere away from you.” you countered, something in your voice you didn't know if you meant or not.
His attention directed to his bottle again, he leaned over and grabbed it, elbow smacking you in the head.
“Ow!” you yelped, spooking him and almost making him spill his beer. “I barely got you” he testified, a sly smirk on his face. “I think you were too busy looking at me to realize” , you threw back at him, already annoyed by his lack of self-awareness. You rubbed your head, rolled your eyes, and gave him a harsh glare. His 3-point smirk laid on his face proudly, taking a sip of the alcohol and shrugging.
Your heart beat with something that was infuriating, something un-ignorable, something annoying. Pecking away at you over and over. The hatred you held for him wasn't something you could forget but you weren't sure if it was even hatred, or if it ever was.
You scanned the room, taking in everyone's position. Beth and Chris ‘arguing’ about something that didn't concern you, Jess fighting sleep, and Mike tried to be as still and quiet as possible so she’d pass out on the couch. Josh was still sipping on the drink, small, almost unnoticeable stares directing to you every few moments, his stare forced you to acknowledge him, his blue-eyed stare like a magnet.
Comfortable, non-sober silence settled in the living room, only sounds able to be heard from the wind breaching into the lodge. Your skin tingled with awareness and you attempted to push your nausea back into your stomach before it reached your throat, which was a struggle with the close proximity with the man that made you feel like your head was going to explode, like a war was happening in your mind.
“Watch your head this time,” Josh cockily joked, leaning over and setting down his beer again, which brought your brain out of its thick fog called thought.
Head perking up, you slyly smirked, and bit down onto his bicep. His face wrinkled with confusion.
He, again, almost dropped the drink. “What the hell?” he teased. You shrugged, the slyness laced into not only your face but also your voice. “Hitting's not very nice, we aren't in high school anymore, my dear” you put an extra sweet tone on the last part, a name you knew he hated, sparking a flame you knew was difficult to put out.
His eyebrows raised and pushed together, a look of confusion and awe covering his sharp features. His cheeks reddened, unnoticeably, as his body felt like it was on fire. A tingle that he only felt around you. Almost always, one that he could try to replace with anger, but it wasn't the same. “ We aren’t in kindergarten either, princess” he spat back mimicking your “sweet” tone and referencing your biting, that he hated to admit he kind of liked.
He was infuriating, you felt nothing but annoyance around him, a deep, and prolonged hatred, that anyone smart enough would know wasn't really hatred, rather a weird form of love that you both weren't sure how to express.
“Fuck you, you totally started this, just take a lose.” you attempted to switch it back around, an anger laced into your tone. “Says the one that never stops, it was obviously an accident and you just had to continue this.” he rolled his eyes as he said, trying to make the play the incident off as a sweet little mishap.
You could hear the heartbeat in your ears, he was just too much all the time. Too noisy, too annoying, too infatuated, too stuck on an idea, too drunk, too much and somehow too little. All the time.
“Accident? You’ve got to be dumb or something? It’s so obvious-” you tried to speak before being interrupted.
Beth finally interjected, “Guys, please just… not tonight?”, she basically pleaded. Your gaze softened at her melancholy tone. “Sorry– But I’m only stopping because you asked.” you assured Josh didn't get his victory while also putting out the flame. He just mimicked your speech, attempting to restart an argument that was finished. You ignored him, thankfully.
The scene replayed in his mind, the blush creeping down to his neck. He pursed his lips, attempting to hide a shy smile. He shifted his arousal underneath the blanket, unbeknownst to you. He continued nursing his beer, and leaned his head back onto the couch, head swirling, flustered, angry, annoyed, he didn't know.
Beth stood up and slid a DVD into the movie player, some nerdy action movie started on the screen that nobody was really paying attention to.
You slipped into the kitchen, moving your way to the cabinet to grab some water, just so tomorrow wasn't complete hell.
You grabbed out a glass then headed to the freezer. A few ice cubes plopped into your empty glass, a chime from the sides as they fell. Turning toward the sink you saw Josh enter the kitchen, “Why do you always follow me?” you asked, jaw clenched slightly in annoyance.
He never answered, and slinked his way into the kitchen.
You turned the handle to make sure the water wasn’t hot, then filled your cup. Once your glass was filled, you went to turn around and were met face to face with Josh.
A gasp escaped you accidentally. Eyebrows raised in shock, and now irritation “Do you mind I’m kinda' busy if you didn't notice” you questioned his closeness, eyes flicking to your cup then back to his face. You placed the wet glass onto the counter, looking up at him, involuntarily the gaze shifted to his lips slightly.
“I did– notice. But I just…”. He swallowed deeply, and adjusted the tent in his pants. Your eyes darted down, and you pursed your lips to hold back a giggle, most of the annoyance leaving you in a realization.
“Are you messing with me?” you teased him, a little louder than you intended, holding back laughter, your eyes lingering on his bulge. He covered your mouth with his hand “Just.. Fuck, shut up. You talk so goddamn much”. Your eyes were wide with elation, his with embarrassment, and something that you couldn't quite pinpoint. His gaze drifted to the floor, then back to the living room to make sure nobody was waiting on him.
He moved his hand away from your mouth and allowed his eyes to flick to your lips, and over your figure. You leaned in at the same time, connecting your lips in a swift movement.
This wasn't the first time in your relationship you kissed, and it surely wasn't the last, but it never went further than that. You kissed to get out anger, after fights, during fights, when you accidentally hit a nerve and he just needed to get some frustration out. But this time it felt different, like it wasn't angry, wasn't hatred, and it scared you.
His lips clashed with yours, hungry, and horny. His hand moved to rest on your face, thumb under your chin and palm on your cheek, pushing you into him further. You bit at his bottom lip, pulling a soft groan from him, as you pushed your tongue into his mouth.
His tongue slid across yours, saliva mixing addictively. “It’s so hot when you shut up” he moaned against your lips. You hummed at his words, allowing him to feel the vibrations on his tongue.
“I missed your mouth” he spat out as he pulled back, wet lips and chin, pupils round and dark. The disorientation from the initial act subsided, allowing you to process the intimate situation. “We don’t miss each other". You reminded him. He just rolled his eyes, and you felt the knot in your stomach form.
You took the initiative this time, still wanting, you grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him into you, all in an instant. You knew you should've pulled away, told him he was an asshole, reminded him of the boundary, the promise, the deal. But you just couldn't. You pulled on his tongue with your teeth, eliciting a low whine from his throat. His saliva was sweet and addicting all at the same time, you ran your tongue along his, longing for more. But there was a boundary you didn't know if you wanted to cross, but you were sure he did.
You pulled away before things went too far, arms still wrapped around his neck. Your eyes focused on his, they were wide, and had that look that he always had when his thoughts were filled with lust. Unfocused and glossy, almost like a begging dog.
He swallowed deeply, Adams' apple sliding up in his throat. You couldn't help but shove your face into his neck and place another bite there, not enough to mark, just an ending to the heated moment, for now.
“Is this crazy? To want this after all the shit we’ve said?” he bit his lip as he said, shuffling his feet on the cold laminated wood flooring. His mouth was as dry as a desert, when he talked to you it was almost as if the words rolled out of his lips, that were definitely not dry as the kiss you two shared was rather sloppy. “Stop asking stupid questions” you might as well have cooed, but in a way that was a little too mean to be a coo, finally dropping your arms from his neck and almost stumbling backwards.
Your ears had finally stopped ringing from the passionate encounter, adrenaline buzzing in your veins. It felt like all the blood you had was in your head. You hated him, all of him, his mouth, the infuriateding way he pulled his lips into a tight line when he got mad, how he ran his hands through his hair, greasy with gel, his chest that you had only had peeks at when you guys swam in the lake during summer, even his eyes. But you didn't.
You licked the front of your teeth unintentionally, head littered with thoughts. Every aspect of your mind told you this was ridiculous, too intimate even for him, but your heart pleaded for him in a way you couldn't ignore any longer. And it seemed his did too.
He interrupted your thoughts, eyes trying to find anywhere in the room other than meeting yours. “I’ll see you around.” he laughed out, shooting corny finger guns your way. He didn't want you to leave. Not at all, but he wanted to have you all to himself, with nobody else around to scold or tease. With a safe place where you didn't have to pretend to hate each other any longer.
You smiled, something smitten and flirtatious at the same time, something that made his heart skip a few beats, something that made him want to pull you back in. And he knew you felt the same way, too.
You picked up your water, ice clanking the sides of the glass, and made your way back into the living room, hips swaying as you moved, heartbeat still thumping in your ears.
“Fuck” he muttered to himself, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his nerves. He fixed his hair and attempted to hide the reason his jeans felt tighter.
…
Josh was gone a while, you knew why, but it wasn't your business, at least not yet. You conversed with drunk Jess and stoned Chris, and more sober Mike and Beth too. Occasionally flicking your eyes to the bathroom where Josh was camping, and hoping he would come out and just kiss you right there in front of everyone. But that was just fantasy, all of it was, and you couldn't convince yourself otherwise.
…
“Heading to bed, night.” Josh announced, almost sprinting upstairs. Your gaze quickly darted to him, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion of the rush. Beth’s face contorted in incertitude, sending you a look that you couldn't tell if it was suspicious or concerned. You stayed in the living room for a while longer, ending up stealing Josh’s left behind beer.
“Did you say something to him?” Beth finally questioned, a small amount of hurt in her gaze. “No, I don't… think so?” your face was twisted in a way that she could tell you were lying.
You wrapped up the conversation with Chris, something about Ashley. An idea sparked in your mind. “I’m exhausted, is the water on, Beth?” you questioned, a bath in mind. She nodded, “Yea, Josh got it earlier”. The mention of that same made you get goosebumps. You pushed yourself
off the couch. Making your way up the wide staircase.
…
Subsequently after your bath, you walked to your room in your towel, having forgotten your clothes in the room you were staying in. The warmth of the room caught your attention, and you remembered the fireplace in Josh’s room next to you, silently appreciating him, not that you’d ever not silently appreciated him.
You heard Josh’s feet drag along the floor tiredly. A weak knock caught your attention, tucking your towel embroidered with a “W” on it into itself tighter, you answered the door.
There stood Josh, at his great height. Hair disheveled and obviously at war with himself, in a seemingly, not good way. His ashy colored hair was pulled up in tufts like he had been tugging on it all night. “Josh. What?” an angered expression captured your face, you pushed him inside, and closed the door behind you. You walked him to the bed and adjusted yourself to make space for him to sit next to you. Creating a long pause before his answer.
He sighed out, running his hand through his hair again in an attempt to fix it up. “I can't keep doing this”, he murmured his voice low, almost embarrassed. You shook your head, rolling your eyes softly, but playfully, “Josh, we… We hate each other. We do not enjoy each other, so why are you here? Really?” you accentuated the “Really”. He picked at the skin around his fingers, eyes everywhere but you.
The silence was deafening, a sound that wasn't a sound that was so exhilarating and scary at the same time. He broke it, the silence, the dam. “But I don’t hate you. I don't think I ever have and I don't think I ever will and that's the problem.”. He was torn between taking you right here in the guest room or keeping up the walls you had established, the walls that made things function, that provided stability.
His eyes finally raked over you, your hair, eyes, the little towel almost not covering parts that he really wanted to see.
You didn’t know what to say to him, you honestly didn’t even think he liked you like that. You’d assumed he wanted a quick fuck, or a one-night stand at a party neither of you would remember about in the morning. “Josh, why?” you questioned, in hopes of getting complete confirmation that he felt the same way, without having to directly ask. Your eyes were round and he could almost see a shimmer in them, you’d waited years for him to feel the same just to find out he might have the whole time.
He took a long, comfortable pause before speaking, almost in a whisper. “Shit… I’d-… you’re so hot. And not just hot but your, y’know nice, well not always to me, and funny, and not a prick like Emily or Jess”. He rambled on for a while, allowing a feeling in your stomach to turn into arousal. “And I just… Love you…So goddamn much. I can’t keep hating you”.
You stared at him for a while, and he thought he said something wrong. Face palming, he threw himself into the bed, back pressed against the soft comforter. You didn’t have the words, so you didn’t speak, you stared at him, his face, hair, arms, neck, chest, the still very obvious boner.
He almost, almost, stood up, but he waited. The silence was long, his brain seeing if he got the wrong signs, if he was wrong about your feelings for him. He raced through sexually tense situations you shared, trying to remember if he was wrong, was stupid, and should stop this whole thing and forget you.
He sighed and finally spoke, “I’m sorry for misinterpreting-", you cut him off with a kiss, slow and drawn out, needy. He paused for a moment, in shock, eyes wide, before he shut them and returned the kiss, just as passionately.
His hands climbed you, toying with the hem of the towel, he wanted this, badly. And the undeniable urge grew with every heartbeat.
It wasn’t long before things got heated, before the walls dropped, a few bites to his ear and neck and he was ruined. You pulled off your shirt, then jeans. He watched intently, before following your actions. Moving his hand to pull off his shirt in one quick movement, exposing his toned stomach and built chest.
You ran your soft palm over his bronzed chest, finally getting to see it, for real, down his stomach, focusing on the line of hair right above his pubic area.
He stood up and his hands bent to his belt fumbling to unclasp it quickly. “It’s just a belt, how dumb are you?”, you asked teasingly, but really just needing confirmation, waiting for his wide-eyed nod. And when you received it, you got to work. You leaned down, sitting on your knees and brushed your hands over the inside of his thighs.
You pawed at his thighs, teasing him in an unimaginably mean way. He groaned, pushing his groin closer to you, “C’monn-” he might as well have whimpered, he wanted this. So, so badly. Your hands, bending to unbuckle the leather, moved slowly. You pulled the belt off of him and popped open the button on his dark blue jeans, helping him shimmy out of them as gradually as he would allow you.
You stared at his boxers, eventually bringing your hand to cup his length. He bucked his hips into your hand unintentionally, “Ohh fuck” he whined.
You stood back up and pushed him onto the bed, laying his head onto the pillows that were against the headboard. You pulled your thighs over his and laid your head on his chest before starting.
…
“I’m gonna take my time, mkay?” you purred seductively, holding onto his shoulders as you moved on top of him, still mostly clothed. The dominance you had over him had been established, and he was loving it. He hummed out praise with teary eyes, bottom lip quivering profusely.
You ran your hands down his arms, then his chest, all the way to the “V” shape of his hips. “P-Please” he rumbled, bleary eyed, with a sheer coat of sweat on his forehead. “Just be patient, we’ll get there, baby” he threw his head back at the name. After you felt his hips, you did the same with your tongue.
He’d wanted this forever and now that he had it, he would never be able to let go.
Running your wet tongue along his neck, then his chest, then on each of his hips. Creating a delectable rhythm on his body with just your tongue. “You’re such a loser, Josh.”, you whispered, biting his ear softly, in turn, he growled, something low and throaty, more like a plea than a growl. You cupped his hard again, sliding your fingers over him through his boxers. He bucked his hips into your hand, but you resisted, thighs still pinning him to the bed.
The skin on skin contact was exhilarating, although he hadn't seen you, the towel was small enough to feel his thighs with yours.
You continued the work with your tongue, before remembering the “incident” with your biting, a small smirk playing on your lips.
You bit his neck lightly, not enough to bruise, moving to his chest, and leaving a few purplish-reddish marks that he’d hopefully appreciate in the shower later, the thought made you desperate to make more. He whined in pleasure, trying to keep his hands off of you as best as he could, finally deciding on keeping them tucked under his head.
You moved to his hips, sucking deep purple marks along them, and leaving a few bites on each. Your teeth gliding over his tanned skin in an addictive way, better than any drug, he was high off your mouth.
You looked back up at him, taking in his sweaty, sexy, form. His eyes were low, the blue barely visible with how dilated his pupils were. “You’re doing so, so good”, You praised, he nodded quickly, urging you to continue. You hooked your fingers onto his boxers, ever so slowly pulling them down, as his throbbing cock hit his stomach.
You licked your palm slowly, and moved it down to his length. “Oh fuck… Babe-” he whined. You shushed him, continuing your strokes on his dick.
Intentionally, you ran your thumb over his slit, collecting the beads of pre-cum and smearing them down his shaft. He tried to buck his hips into your hand, but failed due to you holding his thighs down with your legs. You continued, almost painfully slow.
Before long, you leaned down and licked at his tip, slowly, before taking him into your mouth wholly. His hands tangled into your hair very quickly, pulling and creating a painfully addicting feel. You moaned, vibrations going straight into his dick.
“YN, I’ve always known I liked you, even when you hurt me… I never stopped. Never…Fuckk-” he tried to explain, but the pleasure became too much.
Your head bobbed up and down, hands moving to play with his balls. You looked up at him, his face scrunched in ecstasy. He opened his eyes, watching you as you worked while his throaty groans and whines made the heat between your legs unignorable.
You swirled his tip with your tongue, tonguing at his pulsating red tip. Taking him as deeply as possible, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat. He let out choked sobs, moans, and whines that further spurred you on, begging you to not stop. His whines and pants tickled you in the perfect way, the arousal pooling at your entrance, promising you were ready for him.
You lightly grazed your teeth over his cock, a small bit of pain. He moaned loudly, but he didn't care, he was too caught up in the moment too. You felt his balls tighten, then took him into your mouth deeply, working your throat and allowing him to feel. You felt his seed fill your mouth, a salty, slick, experience. You pulled off of him, a small hiss erupting in pants.
Sticking out your tongue, he watched as you swallowed down his cum.
“Holy…Fucking…Shit” He panted out, pausing for each word. His slender chest rose and fell in deep huffs, you allowed him to come down from his overflowing ecstasy. Minutes passed by, finally allowing him to catch his breath.
You took in his naked form, arousal still flowing in your veins. “Sit on my face” he blurted out, face completely serious. “What?” you questioned, not expecting to have the favor returned, like this at least. “You heard me, do it”. You shook your head quickly “I’m gonna squish you!” you tried convincing, allowing a small laugh to erupt from you. “Then I’ll die a happy man” he countered a sly, exhausted smirk laying on his face. You watched his face, taking in the seriousness of his request.
You considered your options, wait to get off, or get the best eating out of your life.
You went with the second one.
“Alright then”, you moved yourself closer to him, hovering over his handsome face. “You sure? You don’t have to-” he cut you off and pulled you onto his face.
“Oh shit Josh!” you called out, as his arms caged your thighs over his face. His tongue delved into you, licking up along your entrance while his nose nudged at your clit. You let out a shaky sigh, revelling in the feeling of his thick tongue entering you. Your arms held onto the headboard for stability, you rocked yourself against his face, his tongue shoved into you.
Your clit bumped his nose as you rode his face, stubble poking at your ass. His hands moved to your ass, shoving you further into him. You moaned loudly, hand reaching for his soft hair and pulling on it harshly. You looked down, meeting his eyes, they were wide and dilated. He was completely undone.
“Josh.. oh god” you moaned out, clawing the headboard and digging your fingers deeper into his scalp. He groaned in pleasure, enjoying your reaction of his tongue, in turn making your pussy even wetter. Eliciting soft whines and cries of arousal from you, as his tongue buried itself deeper into you.
In an instant, he surprised you, pushing you off his face and turning you over, back against the bed. “Josh what the fuck” you spat, his quick actions taking you by surprise. Quickly, he rutted his now extremely hard cock into you. “Ohh shit, Fuck slow… down! You’re fucking huge” you cried as he thrusted into you deeply. Whiney sounds and groans from within his chest being shoved into your mouth as he kissed you deeply. His cock touched parts of you that you didn't know could be reached, his pelvis pressing into you, his trail of hair rubbing you deliciously. “You’re so tight, nothing like I-.. Fuck” his pleasure cut him off. “Nothing like I imagined…Ohh Shit”.
He was already close, extremely close. But he held off, attempting to give you the whole experience. His dick rubbed your walls quickly, a feeling that would soon become a habit. You allowed yourself to bask in the once in a relationship ecstasy, the feeling overwhelming and not enough at the same time, like him.
His fingers made their way to your clit, rubbing matching his deep thrusts. “Look at me…please” he might as well have begged, you forced your eyes open, meeting his blue ones. It as difficult but somehow his intense stare made your orgasm come faster. His fingers flicked at your clit, in an almost too-much way, and you moaned into his neck, placing bites that would more than likely be able to be seen.
“Josh-” you didn't get to warn him, body tensing with ecstasy as you released an impassioned moan, fingers clawing into his hair. He played your clit through the orgasm, moaning deeply into you and feeling your walls tighten around him.
He followed closely after, the feeling too much to not orgasm. His eyes stayed trained on your face the entire time, drinking up every expression as he pumped his cum into you.
He stayed in you momentarily, and you spread your legs to allow him to roll over and out of you.
You could still ever so slightly hear the cable car rattling in the wind, and wind whistling through the windows.
You looked up to face Josh, looking at his sexed out face. Mouth sopping with spit and cum. He turned to look down at you, too.
“You gonna get out of me?” you teased, and his face broke into a smile. “If you think this is done, you are totally wrong.”. Your face twisted in confusion, brows drawn together tightly. He spoke again, noticing your confusion: “I’m gonna keep my dick in you until I get hard again and fuck the hell out of you, again.” he said all too seriously. You laughed at him, feeling his cock soften inside you, “Josh stop messing around c’mon” you said, a humor still in your voice. “Mm but I am serious, babe”. You laughed awkwardly, as he leaned into you more, head resting above your breasts.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing” he might as well have begged. “Josh, if you thought that was gonna be a one time thing, you’re crazy.”. He smiled, really smiled. Your eyes scanned his body, down to his torso, then his dick, still inside you.
“So do we still hate each other?" he pried, knowing the answer, but he wanted to hear it from you. Your words came out in soft pants as you relaxed, “Josh. I still hate you, but I love you even more”. You smiled gently, running your hands up and down his back gently. “I love you too”.
And he kept his promise, he did fuck the hell out of you.
𝄞 Featuring
⤷ Josh Washington
Summary: Both of you want the relationship to go further, but are nervous of the repercussions. (Terrible summary bare with me it's good)
Setting: 2nd person Afab reader x Josh Washington, No prank(s) au, Mentions of other UD characters
Warnings//Tags: MDNI 18+ only, fingering, Semi-Public sexual interactions, Language, Teasing, Needy!Josh, Kinda praise-kink, Masturbation(F), Argument but it's resolved, Yes there will be a part 3
Crisp, cold air rattled the windows of your bedroom, across from Josh’s and next to Jess’. The guest rooms were cozy, big for a guest room but you weren't complaining.
Your stomach laid against the blue and blue and brown flannel comforter, in your hands was a book you found downstairs in the library while sneaking off with Josh during a makeout session. Your mind drifted back to the experience, a warmth creeping into your lower abdomen.
The second he pulled you away from the group he pushed you onto the chairs surrounding the coffee table. His hands felt you. Everywhere. His rough, but tender hands pushed your leg onto the armrest of the seat, fingers finding their place in your hair.
You returned this kiss in a heated attempt to calm your nerves, which did not help.
His lips continued against yours, fingers gliding over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You licked at his lower lip, pulling his mouth open to add your tongue into the mix of lips and teeth. You palmed at the tent in his pants, a small whine escaping him as a throaty groan. “Been too long..” he begged, tongue still moving against yours.
He was right, it had been. 1 month and 16 days, to be exact. And you thought of it every second since. You nodded, weakly agreeing.
“Why can’t we just…-” you sucked on his tongue, cutting off his sentence. You already knew what he was going to say, he wanted to tell them, make them know you were his.
You felt his fingers trail up your leg again, swiping over where you needed him most. “You… know why.” you reminded him, a louder moan causing him to pause. He pulled himself away from you momentarily, amusement trickling across his sharp features. His eyes were bright with humor, “You sure you don't want to get caught?” he teased, a soft smile covering his features.
You nuzzled into his collarbone, a silent plea of mercy, mostly because you were too horny to retort. He snickered to himself, moving your panties to the side and circling his index finger around your puffy clit languidly. Hushed whimpers escaped you, causing Josh to speed up his ministries.
He pushed himself back into the kiss and down onto you, continuing from where you left off, palming himself as he did so. “We need to start being more careful… Jess and Ashley have been calling you ‘Mystery Man’” you mumbled into the kiss, feeling a familiar tightness in your stomach. “Mmm, yea?” he moved the sloppy kisses to your neck, pretty much ignoring your statement.
His fingers breached your opening, making a scissoring motion as he positioned his thumb to circle your clit. You leaned your head back to allow more access to kiss you and stroked his thick, ashy colored hair.
Just as Josh began jackhammering into you, the spiral of your orgasm neared. “Don’t stop…” you cried softly into Josh’s ear. You heard the smirk in his voice “Wouldn’t dream of it, hon’”. Your muscles contracted-
You heard Mike yell out drunkenly. “Where's Josh, he was sposed’ to bring me another beer!... Josh!” he began chanting as he walked upstairs in an attempt to find him.
You pushed the lean man off of you, allowing him to stand up. “Fuck” he mumbled. “Goddamn it…” you pushed your skirt back down, sighing loudly. “I know, it’s too risky right now… maybe later, babe” he assured.
“Shit” you leaned off of the seat, situating yourself. “Just as we were getting down to business too” you teased him, hiding the frustration, and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder.
You pranced to the books laying on the shelves, picking up a small, blue, hardcover book. He grinned at you, a small, loving one. “Later” you waved your hand, instead waving the book, and made your way out of the library, trying to hide the sexual frustration of being worked up without release.
You met back with Ashley and Beth in the livingroom, completely normally. You had done this long enough to be confident in your secretiveness.
“Where’d you run off to?” Ashley struck you with the question, a small flicked upwards, grin. A miniscule pause allowed you to think up a lie, “I went up to my room for a sec, got a weird book from the closet in there” you lied through your teeth. You felt terrible keeping secrets from everyone, but it just couldn't work out if they knew, not yet at least.
You avoided eye contact, brushing the stray hair out of your face. “I bet she was texting ‘Mystery Man’!” Ashley spat out. Your face went pale, and you bit at the skin of your lip. “I-... “ You thought, just for a moment, and got an idea. “Yea… I was, he’s at some party tonight and I wanted to make sure he was okay” you lied plainly, a small, embarrassed smirk laid on your face.
Jess entered the kitchen, hair in gorgeous braids. “Mystery man again? Why can’t you just introduce us to him already, we’re not gonna judge you or anything” she countered, referencing your secretiveness. Beth’s eyes flew to yours, a small smirk appeared. “Yea YN, tell us about ‘Mystery Man’” she pried, placing her hands on your shoulders.
You bit off some skin on your lip, thinking of another lie, but this time, you decided to play close to home. You thought maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night. You took a breath before speaking, “Well… he’s tall, like 6 feet. He’s funny, and hot too!” you tilted your head back to think. Beth snickered, Ashley holding back a smile. “Okay yea, that's soooo much info” Jess laughed out at your vagueness. You rolled your eyes playfully, “Well then, what about you Jess, who’s your mystery man?” she quickly looked away, eyes darting to the group of boys. A shy blush crept across her pale face.
“No way! Do you like one of them?” Ashley spat, unaware of her volume. “Shut up, it’s just a little crush, not a big deal” she countered rudely at Ashley, causing her to sit back in her seat with a small frown.
You continued to converse, slowly bringing up the idea of wanting to go read the book. You eventually slid your way upstairs and laid on your bed.
Which is where you are now, horny and instead of still making out with Josh, you're just thinking about it. You stood up, and locked the bedroom door, laying back onto the bed. You threw your head back in annoyance, sticking your hand into your pajama bottoms.
You slid your hand down to your entrance, smearing the arousal onto yourself. You let out a silent moan. Flicking your clit softly, just as you started, you heard a knock. Three frantic, but soft hits at the large door.
“Give- Fuck… Give me a second” you pulled your hand out of your bottoms and headed to the door. You flicked the lock and the door swung open quickly. Ashley came rushing inside, pushing you out of the way.
“Hey, what the hell?” you angrily furrowed your eyebrows, trying to push Ashley out of your room. “Do you have something to tell me?” she asked softly, almost too nicely. You spun ideas in your head, trying to find any secrets, until you landed on one. “Ashley, what are you talking about?” you lied again, playing with your thumbs.
“You’re kidding me? You and… Josh? I mean I thought when he said that he was joking but when you described him, it had to be Josh-” the name made you lose your breath, you quickly pushed her into the cozy expanse. The room was tense, you played with the skin around your fingers as your face and neck went red. She sat on your bed, a shocked expression plastering her soft features.
“Shit.. What do you know? How do you know?”, you managed to get out, hands resting on her shoulders roughly.
She kindly peeled your arms off of her, still looking like she’d seen a ghost. Her normally pink-ish lips were pale and her freckles were almost unnoticeable. Your heart felt like it was coming out of your chest as questions flooded your head, if she knows, do the others? Does Beth?
“Chris said-” You cut her off immediately, “What…?”. She looked at you again, confused and concerned at your demeanor. “I was trying to say: Chris told me that Josh said you guys liked each other".
A line formed between your eyebrows, jaw tightening.
She continued explaining the conversation, and you honestly felt hurt. Hurt that Josh would tell him, and hurt that Chris would tell her. Anger took the place of hurt, your forehead was wrinkled with irritation, words harsher than intended, “Nothing else?” you asked angrily, not mad at her, but Josh.
She sat for a moment, not responding til you seemed a bit calmer.
“Is there anything else I should know?” she tried to lighten the mood but gave you the reassurance that Josh hadn't told Chris about the hookups.
“Thanks Ash, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. But I have to go talk to someone.” you thanked her with a razor sharp tone, that wasn't meant for her and she understood that. She nodded and followed you down the stairs.
You loudly stepped down, anger evident. You didn't care anymore, and apparently, neither did he.
“Josh.” You yelled as you came downstairs. His eyes immediately went to yours, then to Chris, then Ashley. “Oh shit” he started in a dead sprint, unsure of where he was going. You heard people and their confused reactions to your anger, but you followed Josh. “You're so dead! You fucking liar!” you called out as he vaulted over a couch. Ashley joined Chris back with the group and was immediately shot with questions that she refrained from answering.
He cornered himself in the library, a scared expression planted on his face, mixed with something else, something…content. You breathed in deeply, a concerned expression still planted on his face as you began: “That was a real asshole move, y’know? I was gonna tell them but you just had to… tell him, why? For what? I like you, you like me, but it’s just so complicated and I feel like you don’t get it. I don’t just like you, I think I love you! But you had to-”.
Tears you didn't know were in your eyes started to fall, he walked over and sighed.
He wiped your tears gently, “I’m sorry.”. He planted a kiss on your lips, not hungry, not needy, just lovingly. Your gaze shifted, not completely enraged anymore, just 100%, completely in love with the man in front of you, not that you weren't still mad at him.
“I just wanted to tell someone, because I love you. So much, more than you know YN”. You hugged him tightly, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Shoulders softening, you melted into his embrace, allowing the angry tears to pass.
Silence allowed you to relax, the library seeming now extremely warm. He pulled you in tighter, his chest pressing against your.
“Y’know, I was gonna tell them tonight, actually.” You finally spoke up, breaking the comforting silence. You felt his smirk against your head. His arms pressed against your ribs, running over the bones softly, face buried into your hair. “We can tell them in the morning, yea?” he asked, mumbled by your head, a sweet tone taking over his voice. You nodded and leaned up to press a kiss to his chin.
You exited the library together, a content smile on both of your faces.
“I’m gonna head to bed guys” Everyone turned to you with questions. “Why are you so mad?” Jess asked, Ashley trying to keep quiet. You ignored her and stared at your new boyfriend. “Night” Josh told Mike and Chris, never breaking eye contact with you as you two went upstairs.
Once at the top of the stairs, Josh slung you over his shoulder.
“Josh! Put me down!” you yelped out, wrapping your arms around his waist for stability. He ignored your yells and pushed open your guest bedroom door with his shoulder, holding the back of your legs and giggling the whole time.
“If you insist” he teased, softly throwing you onto the plaid comforter. You crawled your way to sit on the edge of the frame. He turned around, quickly locking the bedroom door and sitting next to you on the bed.
You leaned onto his shoulder, hand tracing his arm. “I’m sorry” you said, eyes low and shoulders forward. “I should’ve… done something earlier. Cause I really like you.” unshed tears sat in your eyes.
He pawed at your side, placing his hand on your hip as your head rested on his chest. “You have… nothing to be sorry about. We both agreed. And I should've said something, but I almost lost you over it.” he sighed out, face scrunched in sadness. “Don’t cry, please”.
You wiped the water from your eyes, burrowing your body deeper into his. “You would never lose me, Josh.”, you claimed with a small laugh, eyes still teary and face red.
A silence filled the room, only sounds being the banter from downstairs. You finally spoke up: “I love you, Josh”. His scrunched forehead finally softened, letting your words linger in the air. “I love you too.”.
The stillness of the room was comforting, your bodies being a warm contrast to the freezing lodge.
He moved to the headboard of the bed and laid himself against the pillows. You followed behind, laying on top of his body. Legs tangled. You rested your head on his chest, listening to each beat and breath. “I love you, YN”.
The sweat on Josh’s brow dripped to his nose, sliding off in a delectably seductive, but unintentional action. His forehead was wrinkled in awe, watching you work, grinding yourself onto his thigh.
“Mm- Please… Just-” he whimpered out, voice cracking with arousal. You put your finger to his mouth gently, cutting off his sentence.
You placed a kiss to his pouted lips, tasting the salty sweat on his face as you moved the kisses to his jaw. “You feel so good…” You purred in praise, continuing your kissing along his face, down his jaw, and back up to his lips.
His hands were tied tightly to the headboard to keep him from having his way with you before you were done teasing. “Babe, c-c’mon. No way-” he let out a soft groan as you tweaked his nipple, running your hand back over it. “N-no way you can keep this up” his whines tickled your ear lightly.
You paid no mind to his comment, chasing your own pleasure on his thigh. A deep moan escaped his throat, needy and whiney, his cock was throbbing with need and arousal from the image in front of him.
“You gonna be good? Fuck me good?” you teased him, his mouth fell open at the dirty talk and his chest rumbled, allowing you to feel the vibration against him.
“Y-yes, I promise, just undo this and I’ll take you to the bone-zone. Please” He begged into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You continued getting off on his thigh, only using enough pressure for pleasure, not to cum, you wanted to come on him.
Reaching up, his eyes locked onto your breasts, watching them move as your arms untied his. “Just tell me what you want, anything” he insisted in a whiney tone. You nodded, licking up his neck to his ear, before nibbling on the soft flesh there.
You whispered to him: “I wanna ride you, Josh” a groan echoed through the room, soft growl followed shortly after. You reached down to his leaky dick, aligning it to you.
You slowly sank onto him, prolonging the experience as much as possible. “Mm-Fuck, your so perfect”, he attempted to thrust up but you held his hips down. “Baby- can I fuck you?” he asked in a plea, pressing soft kisses to the side of your head.
“Just a minute…” you laid your head onto his chest, kissing the soft skin there, while you squeezed his cock. His hands were everywhere, feeling you. He tried moving his hips again, pushing into you.
“Do you want me to tie you up again?” he whined, eyebrows furrowed in need. “No, no- please just…move” he begged.
You started swirling your hips, a small, needy noise escaping each other simultaneously. “Can…Fuckk, can I move?” he asked, a small nod was all he needed before he began thrusting into you deeply while you swirled your hips against his.
His brain was fried, spewing out a mix of “I needed this”’s and “You feel so good”’s. His whines grew louder, and his thrusts got sloppier, with how much you worked him up you knew he wouldn't last long.
You felt his dick throbbing inside you, as he reached down between you two and rubbed your clit, small, tight circles. “You close baby?” you moaned out.
“Mhm..” he responded, voice high-strung from arousal and exhaustion. “Me too” you reassured him. His hand continued on your clit, circling fastly, matching his pace thrusting into your cunt.
A thick white ring formed around his cock, pushing him to his orgasm. You followed shortly after, body spasming with ecstasy. You sat with him inside you for a moment, before moving off and falling back onto the bed.
He stood up and grabbed a cloth to clean you up. “That was… so hot, I love you, Y/N” he announced, planting kisses along your face with praise. After he cleaned up, he snuggled in behind you, his softening cock pressing against you. Pressing a kiss to your head. “I love you too, Josh” you told, pushing your back against him and letting the tiredness take over.
A/N: There for sure will be a part 2 of this soooo yea (Probably gonna be out sometime this week)
I lowkey listened to “Made in Japan” By Buck Owens the whole time while writing this
This is mostly for my own indulgence... butttt I ended up liking it a lot so here we are. and I'm also still taking requests
ROUGHLY 3K WORDS
Setting: No prank(s) AU, Afab reader x Josh Washington, 2nd person?? idek, uhm this is when Josh is still like 20 so it's in like 2014
Warnings: Language, kissy kissy, lots of horror movie nerdy stuff, lmk if i need to add anything, fluff, itty bit of suggestiveness
You exchanged your stiff bill, taking the small ticket into your hand. Grabbing a soda and popcorn on your way to the rerun of Saw IV. You’d seen it when it came out as a teen, but it always had that edge that made you want to re-watch it. Slowly pushing the doors open, you readjusted the soda so it didn't fall out of your hands and took a seat on the ratty reclining chair. Fourth row from the back, slightly left of the middle. Best seat in the house. You propped your feet on the empty seat in front of you, crossing your ankles weakly as an attempt to get comfortable in the old theater. You leaned over, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shamelessly stuffing your face in the empty theater.
Small footsteps sounded behind you. One person. No, two. After the previews, the movie started, seeing John Kramer's face again for the 7th time. You’d watched this movie plenty before, but you couldn't get enough.
Just as Trevor and Art's grotesquely sewn faces play on the screen, whispers erupted from the row behind you. A pair, you listened momentarily, just to be nosey. Your fingers drifted to your drink, picking it up and feeling the condensation drip onto your arm. “When are you gonna ask her out dude!” A rather deep and raspy voice chimed. A more quiet and high pitched one joined, “I don’t know- We’re just friends I don’t wanna-” You cut them off, attempting to adjust in the seat again, you turned your body to them and spoke up. “Uh hey, tryna watch a movie over here?” You said in a rather snarky tone, as you pushed in the tabs of your drink lid, diet, tea, other. Your head was now facing them, catching a broad, tall boy with glasses and blonde hair, and a rather attractive brunette, with some greyish-blue eyes that you could see even in the darkness of the theater. “Yea- Shit, sorry!” The blonde one quickly spewed, embarrassment laced in his voice. You accepted the apology, feeling a little bad for interrupting them, you began to turn in your seat. “This has been out for like… 6 years, hon” The blue-eyed brunette countered. You rolled your eyes, leaning into your seat more and toying with your drink straw. "Doesn't mean I don't want to hear it, I did pay for tickets.” You muttered under your breath, turning away.
Your eyes focused on the movie again, ignoring the boys. Though it was quite hard with their constant commenting on the movie, mostly coming from the brunette.
Near the halfway mark, when Jigsaw is explaining his motives and flashbacks of Cecil's deaths are on screen, you heard the pair get loud, once again. “What about her, she’s feisty, a little mean? She’s real hot” The boy you now knew the name of was Josh spat out. You paid no mind, attempting to sound them out. His blonde friend responded more quietly, obviously trying not to grab your attention again, “Maybe she’s ‘feisty’ because you’re being loud!” He scolded him. You realized they were talking about you, eyes widening slightly, before lidding themselves again. You heard a light thwack and assumed one of them hit the other. You crossed your legs, attempting to be inconspicuous about your nosiness.
You decided against asking them to be quiet again rather quickly. They were the only other ones in the theater, ‘why pitch a fight when you've seen this movie before’ you thought to yourself, repeating it like a mantra to stay calm. You leaned into the sticky cupholder to take a sip of your soda. You wrapped your mouth around your straw, not yet taking a sip, feeling someone's stare burn into the back of your head. You adjusted your feet on the chair again, trying to ease your annoyance.
By the ending credits of the movie (and yes you liked to stick around and watch, as most film nerds do) you were sucking on your straw and nothing but air was coming out. Stopping, you placed the cup down, wet from condensation, into the cupholder next to your left arm. You absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair, twisting it in your finger slightly, eyes trained on the screen, reading the names of the editors and actors, but also listening to the brunette 'Josh' go on about how the first three were better. Which he wasn't wrong.
You went to all the horror movie showings that week. Your roommate had been out of town and you were bored, what better way to spend it than at your favorite place ever. The movie’s.
And every day that week you saw him. Tall, lean, and tan. Maybe you had been going to the movies everyday hoping to see him again, and like clockwork, he was there. Every day, Tuesday to Friday. Of course he was with that blonde boy, as always. You spent every day since Tuesday gawking over the way his ashy-brown hair fell onto his forehead, and every time he sat behind you, you smelt his overpowering cologne that was addictive. You two had talked a sum of 3 times. Once the first time you ever saw him, telling him to shut up. Another when his blonde friend and him apologized for spilling popcorn all over the entryway of the theater. And once more when Josh had stuck his feet on top of your recliner, not seeing your head peeking from on top of it, which he had apologized profusely to as you laughed at him.
By Friday, you had seen Saw IV, V, VI, and World War Z, which had just come out.
Your eyes climbed his figure, while he and his Blonde, nerdy looking friend talked. They seemed to be arguing, but in a way that didn't seem angry, just upset or annoyed. Your eyes flicked over his rather skinny chest, but his main attraction was his arms. Muscly, broad, and very, very, attractive. You felt the coldness of soda running down your hand as you noticed the cup was overflowing. “Oh shit” You spat out, placing the cup down onto the counter. Accompanied by your extra-buttery popcorn. You grabbed one of the taupe colored, thin paper napkins, wiping the sticky soda off your hand, running it up your wrist along the trail of carbonated sugar.
A small tap on your shoulder broke you from your actions, “Hey-” a voice sounded from your side. You jumped slightly, enough for him to notice. “Sorry, I was just-”. “Oh no, don’t worry about it” You cut him off and spat nervously, pushing the lid onto your extra filled soda. He nodded awkwardly, he seemed nervous, his cheeks a light shade of pink. If only he knew how nervous you were talking to him too. His lips began moving again: “My friend ditched me and I was wondering if we could catch a movie together. I figured you already have tickets, but I have an extra to The Strangers at 6:15”. You looked at him confused, slowly realizing his request. “Tall, handsome, tan, brunette guy you were drooling over, just asked you out. You.” The word “You” rang in your head.
He waited for an answer, hand slinging around his neck to scratch it nervously. You nodded “I was seeing that too, but for the 7:00 showing, I’d actually love to see it with you” You responded. His mouth ticked into a grin. Three-pointed and unforgettable, a simple curve at the sides of his mouth. “Okay, cool, sweet!” His smile stayed firmly planted on his face. You moved over so he could get a Pepsi. “I’m Josh, by the way.” He informed, filling his much larger drink after you stepped out of the way. You returned his smile, “Y/N, but I kinda' knew your name.” A look of confusion crossed his face, replacing the grin. “Sorry… that sounded creepy, you and your friend are pretty loud behind me” You tried to correct yourself. He laughed, a low, hearty, one. Some would call it a rich-guy laugh, but he seemed really sweet.
Your eyes slimmed, forming a cheeky stare, pursing your lips to keep yourself from laughing. “We better go, it’s about to start” He commented. You sipped on your soda, a small smirk playing at the end of your lips that wrapped around the plastic straw. “Most the beginning is previews anyway, we have time” You giggled out. He grinned, just a small tick at the end of his lips, mesmerizing. “Yea, but I was wondering if you’d wanna talk during the previews, so I can get to know you and stuff”. You smiled at him again “Well then c’mon, don’t wanna miss the super interesting previews for Adam Sandler's 90th movie!” you teased at him, grabbing the ticket out of his and reading the theater number. “Okay…I heard “Grown up’s 2" was gonna be pretty good…” He teased back, pushing the straw into his drink, following you to the theater.
You two walked to the correct theater, he opened the swinging doors, allowing you to step in. You quickly rushed in after you, eyes scanning or a seat in the third from uppermost row. You took another sip, him eyeballing how your mouth wrapped around the straw. You dragged your feet across the carpeted floor, noticing the purplish color.
“This came out like 5 years ago, hon” You mocked him with a smile, referencing his eagerness to find a seat. His eyes brightened with humor, “You’re funny, I like that” He commented, making your face heat up as he turned away. "Surprised you remembered that, though, didn't know you thought of me that much" He countered in a sly tone. You laughed him off, walking up the carpeted steps. You took your seats, with him insisting that the third row from the back was better than the fourth, you complied, barely.
To say it was a nice ‘date’ was an understatement, you enjoyed yourself. Although you talked more than watched the movie. You learned that his Dad’s a movie director, his best friend is that blonde boy, and some stupid stuff like his favorite color and where he’s from (Which he’s from Canada but has lived in LA most his life).
“Thanks again, this was really fun…!” You exclaimed lowly as to not draw attention in the public space. He nodded “Yea, maybe you’d wanna’ do this again sometimes?” He asked expectantly, picking at the skin around his thumbs. You reached into the back pocket of your jeans, a weak attempt at finding your phone. You handed him it to put his number in and he gladly accepted, typing out the 10 digit number, he put his name in as “Josh 🙂”. “Hope to see you around” You commented, feeling like this date wasn't a one time thing. “I assure you, you’ll be seeing my face again”. “Like I didn't see it every night in my dreams”, you thought to yourself. He walked you out to your car, giving you a wave and a small smile before you drove off. His gaze never left you, not even when you got into your car. He wished this was forever.
You don’t know why you texted him that night, or why you texted him in the morning after. He sent you a sweet “Morning” text with a heart emoji. You don’t know why you agreed to go on a second date with “movie nerd” on your phone (You’d changed it from Josh because movie nerd was more interesting). But you did. He was a sweet guy, a little creepy at times, but overall a funny person.
You figured he was pretty loaded when he mentioned "Movie director Dad". But only confirmed it when he asked to take you to some fancy restaurant that was way too pricey for your budget. He quickly corrected you, notifying that he was paying. You agreed, but he had to pry your credit card out of your hands and insist he was paying it. Of course it was fun, because it was Josh. You don’t know why you accepted his numerous ‘hangouts’ after (Some including Chris). And you don’t know why you liked him so much, but you did.
Your sixth real date, you two went to the drive-in to see a rerun of Dawn of the Dead (1978). His voice boomed over the sound of the wind with the windows down in his big green truck, “You’re gonna love this one seriously, it’s totally a gory, gross mess… I mean it’s not scary but it’s gory and all splattery and gross!” He always talked about movies with such awe in his voice, but that was just him. You giggled, “Josh, I get it! It’s like your 3rd time saying that!” You teased out at his tone. He just laughed, a low, hearty one, like he was letting his guard down, actually laughing, just like that very first time at the movies. The windows were rolled down as the brisk, midnight air filled the truck, your hair in a ponytail, that Josh didn't want to admit he watched you make with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth.
This was the first time you’d ever driven with him and it was pretty enjoyable. His truck was pretty clean, other than the few food wrappers he had left from when you two earlier ate, which he had offered to pay for, as always. He put his truck in park, down gearing it from second. His arm hung out the window, slumping itself against the side of the green pickup, letting the fall air wind through his fingers.
Your face turned to him, taking note of his teeth pulling at his bottom lip. Nervousness, you turned back to watch the previews on the large screen, before leaning back against the seat and adjusting it slightly higher and leaning it back a bit. He stared, before he focused on the screen as well.
You sipped on your soda from the fast food place, his eyes lingered on your lips before the movie started rolling. He and you watched the movie in almost complete silence, other than the laughs when one another jumped at a loud sound booming through the speakers. A sweet hunger ached in your heart, a need to kiss him, taste him, feel him. Every time you heard his bellowing laugh, each time his elbow grazed yours on the center console.
“Josh this is not that gross!” You interrupted one of the gory scenes, eyes darting from his face to the projected movie. “Well… Yea it’s like a thirty-something year old movie, it's not super realistic. It’s a good movie, though!” He scratched his neck, teasing back at you. “I didn't say it was a bad movie, nothing you show me is a bad movie”, you countered a small smirk in your tone. He nodded with a grin, turning to the side of the truck and looking out the window to hold back a shy smile.
That ache still burnt in your heart, a strong, and mutual desire. Deep love, burrowing deep into your chest. You looked at him momentarily, his eyes focused, but lidded, deep in thought.
When the movie ended, he turned to you with an asking look on his face. Longing, and love, coating his eyes sliding down to his face, plastered with a smitten, shy half-smile. You looked back at Josh, he was leaning into the center console, eyes unfocused. Something sweet, hungry, but kind.
His eyes flicked to you, to your mouth and back up again to your eyes, a silent plea. He leaned in, and you did the same, connecting your lips in one swift movement. You felt his sweet smile against your lips, the same tick at the end of his lips as the day you met him. You slid your tongue against his, deepening the kiss. His mouth ravished against yours, a hungry attempt to deepen the kiss more. Your hands pulled themselves against his chest and shoulder, holding onto him for stability over the console. His fingers glided over your jaw, pulling down to the back of your neck. He held onto the back of your neck, pushing you into him further, while his lips moved against your in a sloppy attempt to keep you close.
The kiss was exciting, a feeling of dizziness filling your head in pleasure. The way his tongue moved against yours and teeth grazed your lip slightly. He pulled on your tongue softly, heating you up more than you’d like to admit.
He pulled apart after a moment, allowing each other to catch your breaths. His pupils were blown wide, like he couldn't believe this was happening, like he was convinced it wasn't real. But it was.
He sat in awe for a moment, relishing the feeling of your lips that were just connected onto his. “Can we do that again, please” He asked, eyes glazed over with desperation and passion, it made your stomach swirl. Humming, you leaned back in pressing your lips onto his gently, slowly, he invited you into his mouth. Your saliva and his mixing in an intoxicating battle for dominance. A mix of passionate, sloppiness. Lips and teeth, raw and pure. His fingers threaded into your hair, your noses bumping lightly. He shifted his head further, moving his tongue around yours desperately.
You broke apart, breathing heavily, feeling the arousal cool down at the lack of contact. Resting your forehead on his, still keeping eye contact. His lips twitched at the motion. “You, Y/N L/N, are perfect” He said hoarsely, voice high-strung from the kiss. “And you, Josh Washington, are stupid” You teased back at him. He scoffed like he was hurt, his eyes never leaving yours. You sat in that comfortable silence for what felt like hours, eyes never moving from his. He finally spoke up “Will you be my girlfriend?”. You giggled at him “Yes J, I will be your girlfriend.” his smile was contagious at that moment. Your desire to kiss him again made you shiver, his arm leaning out to encase you. He stared at your kiss-swollen lips, readjusting his jeans shamelessly. The redness from your face had slid down to your chest, heat building in your lower abdomen.
Some might say you were moving too fast, but everything just felt so easy with him. Like it flowed.
He quickly gave you a final peck to your lips and sat back in the seat. Catching his breath momentarily, before putting the stick-shift into reverse and backing out to leave.
He dropped you off at your house, a simple wave and a deep kiss goodbye did it. You knew he was a guy who didn't normally take things slow, as you’d heard from his friends (Well Chris and Ashley: Chris’ ‘not-girlfriend’). But he was patient, because he finally was finding out how real love was.
You almost didn't have time to flop down into your bed before hearing the ding from your phone
J: Best date ever
Y: agreed, I had a rlly good time. Thanks ♥️
J: Me too
J: movie night tomorrow? My house?
Y: Always
J: thx for hanging out with me
Y: Don’t be a sap, I like you, I like hanging out with u
J: i know I just wanted u to tell me again ;)
His teasing made your face heat up again:
Y: fuck off
J: I won’t take that to heart
Y: good cause i dont mean it
Y: love ya, night
J: goodnight, Love u babe
You kicked your feet like you were in high school again at the nickname, not that he hadn't called it before, but now it was official, real. The kiss replayed in your head over and over, the way his eyes looked when you broke, wide and hungry. How the spit string snapped when you pulled apart, a little of his saliva coating your chin. The heat in your stomach built again, a familiar, but never this strong feeling. You showered, threw on a t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts and passed out watching Suspiria (1977).
