Josh Washington! x Fem!reader
Summary: Tension had been building between you and Josh for years. On the second anniversary of his sister’s disappearance, he invites the group of his closest friends over to the lodge like old times. Amongst all the booze and chaos, Josh finally lets you in on how he truly feels.
Notes: Fic differs from certain events and/or details that take place in the game!
Having been best friends with both Hannah and Beth since the sixth grade, the events of two years ago had completely turned your world upside down. Yet, once a month, you still found yourself sitting at their parents' dining table. Sometimes Josh would be there, sometimes not. You never quite knew if their parents genuinely wanted you there, or if they were just desperate for a glimmer of normalcy, keeping their daughters' closest friend in arm’s reach to feel a little less empty. It didn't matter though. You wanted to be there for them, and they were always kind.
On the awful night in question, you’d spent the entirety of the night just after 9pm in Josh’s guest bathroom throwing up your guts and sleeping on the cold, unforgiving floor after ignoring your alcohol limit all night until your body finally punished you for every last drop. You had no idea what happened, the prank, Hannah and Beth bolting into the snow never to be seen again. It didn’t feel real. It felt like just minutes ago, you, Hannah, and Beth were jumping around and singing Karaoke in the main living area of the lodge, creating one of your most vivid and cherished core memories. And then in the morning, they were gone.
In the two years since, Josh had become unpredictable. Either completely ghosting everyone or desperately craving company.
But he always held a strange, specific energy just for you ever since you first met him. Through out the years, you couldn’t tell if he thought you were stupid and lame, or if he was harbor-deep in a crush on you. Or maybe it was a chaotic mix of both.
One minute, he’d do something obnoxious like loudly pointing out the bloodstain on your jeans when you hadn't realized your period started. The next, he'd lean in and murmur that the mess was actually "humanizing and hot."
You were constantly confused by him, yet captivated. It was a hopeless sort of crush, the kind you kept under wraps, convinced he was incapable of ever returning the feeling or even taking it seriously. He was a breathtaking view locked behind titanium bars and a heavy padlock. He kept you yearning, yet safely resigned to the distance.
For years, it had been a tradition for your friend group to gather annually at Josh’s family lodge for a weekend of drinking, games, and whatever distractions you could find. For the past two years, you’ve all kept up the tradition, it now being a collective effort to honor the girls. After his sister’s disappearance, being surrounded by friends on the anniversary was the only way Josh could even attempt to feel normal.
After arriving, you all spent the first few hours settling into the quiet chill of the lodge.
As the hours slipped by, the living room dissolved into a loud haze of beer pong, overlapping voices, and laughter.
“Hella Good” by No Doubt was pulsing through the Bluetooth speakers. You and Jess had a few too many Tito’s vodka shots and were dancing a few feet away from the beer pong table. Jess grinding her ass up against your pelvis while she balances her red solo cup containing some kind of cocktail Mike made for her. You grinded back, feeling the euphoric warmth of the alcohol and just focused completely in on moving your body to the music. All background sounds overshadowed by Gwen Stefani’s voice.
Still dancing, you don’t know why, but you take a glance outside the sliding door that was open just a crack bringing in gusts of cool winter air from the deck outside. Josh was sitting on a patio chair facing the glass a few feet away, smoking a cigarette. It was like things were moving in slow motion. He flicks the ash off his cigarette with a lazy one handed tipping of his thumb before lifting it back to his lips. A beer bottle dangling from his fingers in his other hand. He was heavily leering with this facial expression you definitely recognized but it was so much more intense. Chilling. This ravenous look of hunger, dominance. He traced the movement of your hips against Jess's, his gaze heavy and deliberate, before snapping up to meet your eyes. He blew a stream of thick smoke from his lips, but even behind the gray cloud, his eyes never left yours.
You feel an icy chill trickle down your spine as you gain the nerve to tear your eyes from his.
When the track fades out, you stumble to the kitchen to get some water.
“Hope you saved a dance for me.” Mike smirks at Jess as she stumbles her way back towards the beer pong table. “You wish!” Jess teases.
You make your way to the kitchen and grab a solo cup from the beer bottle littered kitchen counter. Your heavy footsteps carry you to the kitchen sink. You flick on the faucet and wait for it to fill your cup impatiently.
“You don’t need to drink from the tap, there’s water in the fridge.” Josh’s voice cuts through the kitchen seemingly out of nowhere, startling you so bad, you jumped. He was outside one second ago.
You quickly wiped away the water that had splashed onto your chin from the scare.
“Shit, did I scare you? My bad.” he said, though there was a trace of amusement in his apology.
You ignore the teasing and proceed to gulp water like you haven’t had any in days.
Josh strolls over to the fridge and grabs a cold water bottle, handing it to you. “For the lady.” he says with a soft grin spreading across his face.
“Thank you.” you take the water. There was a brief silence as you twist open the cap.
“That was quite the show you put on out there, I must say.” Josh smirks mischievously while watching your eyes closely. His pupils clearly blown in his glassy eyes.
You look at him blankly as you lift the water bottle to your lips, taking a slow sip. Almost dreading what he’ll say next.
“Made me really horny, I’m not gonna lie.” he says in a low growl with a smirk and a roguish twinkle in his eye.
You choke on your sip of water, spitting some of it out involuntarily. “That’s… very honest” is all you can manage to say as you feel your face growing warm with embarrassment and a hint of reluctant amusement.
“Yeah well, I’m drunk, you’re hot, no sense in not being honest.” he shrugs.
He takes a step toward you leaning in a little. “You do know you’re like really fucking hot right?”
“Josh, that’s ridiculous” you scoff, cutting off eye contact and taking another swig of your water as the moisture in your mouth was starting to dissipate.
“Yeah I know you’re gonna deny it. You call yourself ugly all the time, hide from every camera you see, but that shits stupid.”
You feel your chest tighten, his words delivering a sharp jab to your throat. There was that familiar feeling again when it came to Josh. You didn’t know if he was trying to compliment you or criticize you. You stared at him, eyes glassy as you could feel your tear ducts start to loosen. Maybe it was the drinks but you felt especially vulnerable to him in that moment.
“Seeing you finally let go once you’ve had a couple drinks in you and acting a little slutty…does dangerous things to me.” he says in a low, almost ominous register. That hungry look washed over his face as he stares daggers into your eyes.
You gulp what feels like a golf ball down your throat. His demeanor striking a bit of fear into your body but also a lingering whisper of desire.
“If you knew how badly and for how long I’ve wanted to fucking tear you apart” he speaks in a low growl, the corners of his mouth stretching into a smirk.
He deliberately lets the heaviness of his words hang in the air between you. He didn’t deter his eyes from yours, didn’t blink. He tilted his head as if to study your equally disturbed, yet mesmerized expression in quiet fascination.
“Come on out lovebirds, we’re doing Karaoke!” you hear Sam yell from the living area, slicing through the thick silence, you feel your body immediately release tension.
Josh’s expression immediately softens, his intense demeanor melting away instantly. He gestures toward the living room with a polite sweep of his arm. "After you," he says, offering a warm smile.
You walk past Josh out into the living area to rejoin the rest of the group, feeling his eyes on you the whole way. You were used to Josh being offhandedly flirty with you but were at a loss for what had gotten into him on this night in particular.
Matt and Mike began belting out a song on the Karaoke while Jess and Emily watched with pure ick spread across their faces.
Helping pick the songs was the extent of your participation in karaoke. Your mind was somewhere else. You looked around at your friends and smiled from all the joy and laughter that filled the room but there was only one thing, one person you could really focus on. Josh.
Every time you glanced at him, his eyes were already on you. Waiting. Dominating. Plotting. He looked like he was ready to take you right then and there. You felt sick for wanting him to.
After a few minutes of karaoke, you saw Josh stand up from the couch and begin to make his way towards the stairs. Your heart kind of jolted wondering why he was leaving. You didn’t want him to. Your eyes follow him up the stairs and you watch him typing something on his phone. Moments later, your phone buzzes. You check and it’s none other than a message from Josh.
Your heart dropped to your fucking ass.
You didn’t know why he wanted you up there but then again, you knew better than to think he wanted you to go up there to give him a high five. You also couldn’t help but snicker at the dumb, little innocent smiley emoji he added to his text after looking at you like a wild animal in heat all night.
Every minute counting down felt like an hour but also a second at the same time. You were shaking with nerves and anticipation. You wanted to stay planted on the couch in your comfort zone but you also wanted to dash up those stairs.
You clench your thighs together as you feel a deep panging sensation in your core. You can already feel your panties dampen from your arousal. Damn was this pathetic? You didn’t care. You didn’t have time to.
When your phone’s clock hit 5 minutes past, you feel like you’re in a daze, your body floating as you lift yourself off the couch to your feet. It feels like someone or something else is controlling your legs as you make your way around the couch and over towards the stairs. Your heart beating little faster in your ears with each step you ascend.
At the top of the stairs, the stillness was eerie. The ruckus downstairs felt worlds away, leaving you alone in the dim, quiet hall. You moved slowly, heart thundering in your ears, hearing nothing but your own pulse and the soft creak of wood beneath your feet. You passed the first guest room, but the room was dark so you assumed it was unoccupied.
“Josh?” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. You press on towards the next room, seeing it was dark inside as well. You’re almost thinking Josh may be fucking with you at this point.
In a sudden blur, a palm wraps over your mouth and a solid arm hooks around your waist, lifting you completely as you're shoved into a nearby bathroom. Your heart takes a leap straight into your throat. The moment your feet touch the floor, you are spun around to find yourself pinned against the wall.
Josh looks down at you with a slow smirk. “Hey gorgeous.”
Before you can even manage to get a word out in response, Josh’s grip was almost painful as his hands gripped your lower back, forcing your body against his. He claimed your mouth with a rough, relentless hunger, his kiss tasting of stale beer and tobacco, softened by a layer of sweet mint. You almost forget the terror you felt a few seconds ago as you close your eyes and melt into his kiss.
Before you can even catch your breath, Josh hoists you against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist as he loses himself in a deep, bruising kiss. His mouth slowly wanders down leading a trail of kisses to the crook of your neck. His hands slip from your hips to grip the edges of your panties, pulling them down with sudden, impatient urgency.
You hear the snap of threads giving way as he wanks your panties down your spread thighs. “Josh!” you whisper a half-hearted reprimand.
“Relax, I’ll buy you a new pair and keep these ones.” he whispers, a wicked smile spread across his face as he looks up at you still greedily tugging at the fabric.
Miraculously, he manages to strip off them in one piece followed by immediately confiscating them into his back pocket, leaning in to give you another breathless kiss. Not a moment later, you feel one of his fingers slipping inside you.
He makes direct eye contact, mouth hanging open and taking a long, shaky breath out of his mouth. “Oh shit” he whispers. “Fuck.”
You could swear he busted already in that moment.
“You’re so fucking wet” he breathes. His finger pumping slowly in and out of you. You hear the squishy sounds of all your juices as he’s penetrating you and a soft moan escapes your lips.
“Fuck I’ve been dying to touch you.” he breathes. “I need to be inside you.” he whispers almost in desperation.
Josh spins you around, pressing you flat against the wall. The impact is sudden, but in the next heartbeat, your weight is entirely suspended, held up by the firm, heavy grip of his hands on your hips. Sliding your skirt up, revealing your ass, he lifts you just a fraction higher, aligning your body against his pelvis.
You hear the hasty, disheveled unbuckling of his belt and unzipping of his jeans. The next moment, you feel his tip grazing just outside your slit, as he swirls it around making sure your slick is nicely coated on him before he coaxes his way inside, filling you completely. You’d always imagined his size, but the physical reality of him sends a stunning shock wave through your system. A sharp, overpowering sensation making its way through your core.
Palms flat against the drywall, you close your eyes tight, letting out a soft cry. Josh lets out a deep, barely restrained groan. You reach back instinctively, your hand finds his wrist, gripping him tight.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes, his breath warm and comforting against your neck.
He begins to move, his hands guiding your hips in a smooth, rhythmic motion against the wall. The sharp intensity gradually softens into pure euphoria. The world outside the room ceases to exist as you are entirely lost in the rhythm of his body against yours.
An involuntary cry slips from your lips, completely enveloped in the feeling of him.
“You sound lovely, baby, but you’re gonna blow our cover.” Josh spoke in an intoxicatingly low and sweetly seductive tone. You could hear the smile on his face.
Caught in the warmth of the moment, he breathes the sweetest sounds directly into your ear only for you to hear, your body shuddering with intense pleasure.
“You’re so fucking tight.” he whispers through gridded teeth.
A sudden knock at the door sends a shock wave through the heat of the room. Your eyes shoot open, almost gasping but you muffle it by covering your mouth with your hand. You and Josh both look at the door.
“Fuck off, I’m taking a shit!” Josh quickly yells out.
“Oh.. okay, sorry!” a voice yelled back, muffled through the door. It was Chris.
As you hear footsteps make their may back down towards the stairs, Chris can be faintly heard saying “Damn, I think Josh is constipated in there or something, I heard some pretty high pitched squeals.” while making his way back down the stairs to the group.
You hear the crowd of friends downstairs roar in laughter.
You, yourself can’t help but burst out laughing, trying to be as quiet as you can, given the circumstances. “Shhh” Josh snickers as he covers your mouth. You can tell he’s barely holding it together either.
“Yeah I am, so give me a minute!” Josh, partially laughing, yells back in response to Chris’s announcement. He removes his warm hand from your mouth.
“Josh, just shut up” you try to whisper, stifling back your laughter. Your eyes close as you try to focus back in to being railed by him up against the wall.
“What, I’m trying to buy us time” he breathes as he resumes his rhythm with your body, followed by throwing his head back, eyes closed, mouth open.
“Damn it man, I gotta take a shit too.” Chris can be heard loudly announcing to the group down stairs.
“Ew Chris!” Ashley’s high pitched response echoed up the stairs. “Chris, just go to another bathroom.” Emily’s voice can be heard faintly in a rebuking tone.
“Fuck, I’m sorry”, you whisper to Josh, laughing again softly. You cover your own mouth this time trying to keep quiet.
“God damn it.” Josh begins to silently laugh, slumping his forehead down on the back of your shoulder, still keeping up his motions.
It doesn’t take long before you both settle back in to each other, completely enveloped in the warmth and rhythm of your bodies.
You shiver as Josh’s hand slipped under your shirt, tracing up your spine before beginning to fumble with your bra closure. In a matter of seconds, he gets it open, pushing it up and out of the way. His hand continued its firm snd slow ascent up your ribs, his palm finally cupping your chest. His palm warm and soft against your skin.
His free hand was everywhere at once, exploring your skin, while his other hand locked around your hip to guide you against him with every heavy push of his pelvis.
"So beautiful," he murmured against your ear. Hearing that quiet, tender whisper while he took you so fiercely against the wall made your heart flutter.
His touch shifts, his hand sliding down the front of your body to find your core. You feel the sudden, gentle pressure of his fingers tracing slow circles against your bud. The sensation of his fingers paired with the relentless drive of his pelvis sending you into orbit.
“Oh my god. Fuck” you whisper, hardly being able to keep your voice down, your nails scratching against the wall.
“I like it when you say my name. Say it again” he breathes.
You feel him plunging even harder and deeper, his fingers still holding the perfect pressure and rhythm on your core, your eyes closed honing in on the feeling. You let out a barely contained cry.
His moans are like sweet honey dripping all down your neck, intensifying the feeling. You feel the pressure building in your core, growing with intensity, your face heating up with every stroke of his soft fingers.
Your clammy hand grabs him anywhere it could reach which was his wrist on your hips.
“I’m gonna get’cha there babe, I’ve got you” he breathes followed with a deep raspy groan right into your ear.
“You feel so fucking good” he shudders, his voice shaky signaling he’s almost as close as you are. “I’ve wanted you so-“ he cuts himself off with a heavy shaky breath.
“-fucking bad.” he finishes, his voice intoxicatingly raspy.
You feel the heat in your core, your orgasm fluttering to the surface and then scorching with overwhelming intensity. You throw your head back, eyes shut tight and cry out.
“Josh! Oh my god, fuck!” you feel your walls constricting over and over in quick succession on his cock.
Josh let’s out a desperate moan in your ear.
“Yeah that’s it- fuck- that’s a good girl” he breathes while softly swirling your clit now, letting you ride out every last drop of pleasure as you writhe in ecstasy against his body.
“You’re gonna make me bust right inside you huh? Came all over my dick like a little fucking slut?” he hums in your hear, one of his hands wrapping around your neck, firm, yet gentle.
He starts thrusting harder, faster, more desperate now.
“Oh fuck yeah, let me cum inside.” he breathes heavy and hot in your ear. “Here I come” then you hear him hold his breath for a second.
You never heard Josh Washington sound as pathetic as he did right in that moment. His throbbing cock weeping into your pussy as he did the same right into your ear. You smile, eyes closed, and relish in the sound of him completely succumbing to you.
Your feet finally meet back to the floor as Josh puts you down, hands grasping your hips a little weaker now. He presses his forearm and palm against the wall over your shoulder and briefly lays his head partly against your own, both of you trying to catch your breath and return to a normal heart rate.
Fastening his belt, Josh stepped back. He had just absolutely wrecked you, leaving you breathless and shivering, yet he closed the distance to turn you around and press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“See you in a minute,” he said, wearing a smirk that had no business looking as innocent as it did.
Then he was gone, slipping out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him with a soft final click.
In the sudden quiet, reality rushed in. The years of friction between you had finally come to a head, a conclusion. You couldn't shake the sinking feeling that he’d finally checked you off his bucket list and was already on to the next thing. Still catching your breath, you stand, almost gutted, but still riding the high of his touch.
After taking the time to freshen up, collect yourself, and replace your underwear that Josh greedily claimed for himself, you slipped back down the stairs to reunite with your friends.
The room was still lively, buzzing with the chaos of ongoing karaoke.
“Hey, where you been?” Sam greeted you with a warm smile as you descended the stairs. She was flush and giggly, clearly having a good buzz going on. “Oh I just needed to lay down for a sec” you say with a small forced laugh as you try not to sound completely obvious.
“Oh I’m sure you and Josh were doing a lot of lying down up there” Emily chimes in with a knowing smirk. Matt gives her a gentle nudge on the shoulder while laughing. “Babe, don’t start”
You press your lips together, a proper defense escaping you. Your face and ears ablaze as you continue the decent downstairs. Your eyes meet Josh’s, a suppressed smirk of his own on his face. He raises his eyebrows in pure amusement before popping a cigarette between his lips, and putting both hands into his pockets of his puffy winter vest before slipping out through the glass doors and onto the deck.
Jess watches Josh exit the room and her eyes instantly snap back at you. “Hurry up and get down here.” she demands with the biggest mischievous grin.
“Oh my god!” Ashley perks up with a massive smile, instantly putting the pieces together.
Chris and Mike can’t be bothered with the drama as they scream into their Karaoke mics.
Just as your feet reach the bottom of the stairwell, all four girls whisk you away into the kitchen about to make you spill all the beans.
For the rest of the night, Josh made a game of silently teasing you. Every time you looked up, you’d catch him watching you from across the room, throwing you wicked, amused glances and the occasional wink that made your face heat up all over again.
As you’re tucked into your guest bed for the night, your mind floods with the events of the night in an endless loop. You wonder how much things will change when the sun comes up. You honesty didn’t know what to think and couldn’t fight that hopeless feeling settling in your chest.
As your eyes finally begin to get heavy and you start to drift off, you hear the unmistakable click of the door handle to your guest room, the door softly opening revealing a dim glow from outside the door. You glance back squinting, eyes barely adjusting to the thick darkness. You can make out Josh’s silhouette gently navigating his way towards the bed.
Your mind jumped to the most cynical conclusion: he was back for another round. You turn your head back the other way, too exhausted to entertain whatever he thought he was up to.
You hear the bed springs squeak and mattress shifting as Josh welcomes himself under the covers and begins nestling his body against your turned back.
“Josh, I’m too tired” you groan, eyes barely open, reaching your arm back pushing his thigh with your hand “Go-“
“Okay shhh, I’m not here to do anything alright?”, he cuts you off in a half whisper, he gently caught your wrist, guiding your arm back in front of you. “I just don’t want to be alone tonight okay?”
The slight embarrassment in his voice suddenly opening your eyes, now awake and alert.
“Okay.” you surrender in a low whisper.
He hitches up the back of your shirt and then the front of his, pressing his torso against your spine to where you both are skin to skin. His skin almost branding your back with his body heat as he positions himself so you fit perfectly together. The sudden skin to skin contact causing a slight gasp from your chest.
He lets out a deep comfortable sigh like he’s right where he wants to be.
Moments later, you feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection against your ass.
“Josh-” you say in a quiet but warning tone.
“Yeah yeah, sorry for liking you so much. Go ahead and sue me.” he says in a low, almost sleepy register, nestling his face up against your back like a needy puppy.
“You… like me?” your breath hitched.
His words making your heart flutter against your chest.
“Yeah, is that so hard to believe?”
“I mean, I guess I’m…just wondering why.”
A long silence stretched between you. For once, Josh wasn't spouting off at the mouth. He seemed to actually be searching for the right words.
“You’ve always been good to my sisters n’ my family you know? You’ve been one of the only constants in my life for years now…always been a nice girl. I like that”
Another short silence as butterflies absolutely erupted in your belly.
“I like a good girl that can be a lil freaky,” he murmured, his familiar, crude humor instantly cutting through the silence. Typical Josh.
You scoff and roll your eyes in the dark even though he’s not able to see them. “I…really thought you just wanted something from me. You’re also kinda mean sometimes.”
“It’s cause I’m pretty much a dick.”
You both snicker quietly, cutting through the tension just a smidge.
“But you’ve always driven me crazy, I just never had the balls to say anything. To really open up and tell you shit y’know? I just-”
He cut himself off taking a quiet breath.
“I don’t want you to feel like I’d just fuck you and then…leave you there and move on with my life, that’s not what I want. I know I’m a douche but I do feel. I care.”
Your heart hammered against your ribs. “What do you want Josh?”
“I don’t know I-… I don’t want what happened tonight to be the end of-“
Your stomach tightened and you held your breath as you waited on his words like a drooling dog begging for a scrap.
“-whatever this is” he finishes. His arm slips up your side, his hand searching for yours in the dark. He finds it and interlocks his fingers with your own, his hand over yours and giving it a squeeze.
“Me neither.” your voice soft in response.
“You don’t hate me?” he asks. His tone sounding low and vulnerable. Josh Washington seeking reassurance? That was a new one.
“No Josh, I couldn’t ever hate you.” you scoff.
He lets out a long, shuddering sigh of relief. You feel him squeezing you tighter, enveloping your body in a heavy hug. You feel him yawning into your back quietly before nestling his cheek comfortably against your back again.
Silence fills the room. The only sound being the constant hum of the fan and your heatbeat. You’re thinking of what else to say to him but your mind just keeps circling back to him telling you his true feelings and the rest of your thoughts dissolve as you savor the moment you’ve daydreamed about for years.
“Josh” you whisper his name almost involuntarily. You didn’t know that you’d follow it with.
Only silence answered back.
He’d already fallen fast asleep against your back.
