"A Night At The Old Mausoleum"
a Josh Silver (NSFW ⚠️ HEAVY) One-Shot
(Themes of death, rough implied cnc, degradation, and detailed descriptions of some sexual events.) 🔞
It had been almost two years since you and Josh started dating. It wasn't much of a dramatic scene to be at his side, which strangely surprised you. Being in the metal and rock scene, you had expected his life to be a little more chaotic; and it is, to an extent. But it is peaceful compared to most others' in the scene. It's refreshing.
One night, Josh comes back after a long day of shows and signings, and like an eager puppy, you're immediately on your feet, excited to see him, as always. The door opens, revealing your tired, disheveled boyfriend, his long thick curls matted against his sweaty forehead, face flushed with the effort of his performances.
"....hey." Josh softly nods, acknowledging your presence tiredly, grunting as you practically tackle his weakened form with affection, his body slightly relaxing after a while, letting you hug him.
"sorry....I know I usually greet you better than this, I'm just a little worn down today. tonight was a shit show." Josh says honestly, sighing, closing the door.
You find yourself admiring him, then. His beautiful blue eyes, and his deep, slightly chapped pink lips, still so kissable and delicious, especially when he uses them on your....
"hey. what are you thinking? you look like you're plotting my death or something." Josh smirks, gently taking your face in his hands, brushing a hair away from your eye, a shiver running down your spine.
You laugh a little, and reassure him. But Josh isn't dumb. He senses something within you. A hunger. A need. A primal desire only he can fulfill.
"you know....I know a place near here. looks pretty spooky. I took Kenny once and I'm nearly positive he pissed himself." Josh snorts. "maybe we should check it out. it's pretty cool."
Your heart races. Alone with Josh in a spooky location? That's your biggest dream! Immediately you agree, excited to go with him.
Josh rolls his eyes, smiling. He proceeds to lock the apartment up, and the two of you head off.
Once you arrive, you're in awe. The woods are filled with eerie willows and decaying animal carcasses, which does kinda kill the mood a bit, but you didn't mind.
Josh guides you along the trail to a small abandoned mausoleum. It's tiny and dilapidated, rotting away and withered by time.
"here we are." He muses, smiling faintly at you. "I think it's cool. don't you?"
Josh doesn't even wait for your reply before dragging you inside, making your heart pounding excitedly.
The second you're inside, he closes the door, pinning you against it, suddenly pushing his full body weight against you, his lips pressed against your neck, teeth gently grazing the tender skin.
"I've been fucking aching to get you alone for hours now...." Josh breathes shakily, barely able to control himself, his desire brushing up against your stomach. Your knees slightly buckle, a gentle whimper escaping your lips as he explores your body further, tugging your shirt off ravenously, then your bottoms and undergarments; leaving you bare in the chilly night air.
You're cold, but you don't mind, loving the feeling of Josh's fingers gently squeezing and prodding around your sensitive skin, pleasured moans escaping your very being.
"Mhm... I knew you'd like that, you fuckin' tease. You've been beggin' me with those fuckin ' eyes of yours for days....and now I'm gonna give you exactly what you want....bend over."
You softly gasp as Josh forces you over, your backside completely exposed to his hungry gaze, more shrill cries of pleasure filling the still night air as he gets to work, devouring your essences and cries of pleasure like clockwork.
Eventually, he pulls his face away. Panting and wiping his lips, he speaks;
"Lay down. On that podium. You know, where the caskets go."
You softly giggle, shakily making your way over to the podium, laying down on your back just as he asks, displaying yourself nicely for him, legs wide and inviting, his much larger hands taking hold of your knees and pushing them up, carefully unzipping his trousers, allowing himself to fall out freely.
"Not much, but it is what it is." Josh smirks, softly leaning down and peppering gentle kisses along your jaw, lining himself up with your opening.
Without warning, he suddenly buried himself to the hilt inside you, eliciting a cry from you, but he doesn't stop. He keeps going.
Harder. Faster. Deeper. Faster.....and finally, after five minutes, climax. His balls tense. Your entire body shakes. Every nerve is on fire.
Thirty minutes pass, and the two of you lazily still go at it, your naughty tango in the dusk growing slower as the two of you grow weaker and more tired, Josh softly stopping himself at some point.
"Fuck....I can't. You're stealin' my soul, now." Josh teases, and you smile at him, flicking his chest, watching him slowly sliding out of you, a gentle whimper escaping your throat.
Josh slowly bends down, lovingly gazing into your eyes. "Thank you....for this. Really. Not a lot of people would give me the time of day....so thanks."
You shake your head, assuring him he has no need to thank you, that you'd do it again in a heartbeat, which gets you a bigger smile.
"Yeah, yeah...." Josh smiles, blushing, thankful for the dim lights, suddenly.
Eventually, the two of you wipe off as best as you can, and make your way home. But even as you go home, you know that the Mausoleum is always going to be a part of you. And will always be inside of you.
- Thørn
