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torture

you surprise joe a few nights earlier than he expects, and he makes sure to show you just how much he appreciates it

Rating: NSFW, 18+ minors dni. Includes smut

Word Count: 5.8k

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For a man with so much to do, Joe was always on his phone. And damn did it make it hard to pull off a surprise.

But not impossible.

It just took some planning, and a fair share of white lies. Most the time, you and Joe could see each other every few days, though it always involved a flight for one of you. Your job was flexible, Joe’s bank account was plentiful, and of course the two of you were eager to spend any time you could together.

But when you’d compared your calendars at the beginning of November, between a busy work week for you and movie promo and shows for him, it was a stretch of 15 days with no possibility of even one night together.

And that, in the book of Joe Jonas, was torture.

Which was evidenced by the fourth screenshot you got on Saturday of a flight to the next city he would be in, captioned with a “👀”

You laughed to yourself, stifling it down quickly as to not disturb anyone else as you sat in the airport, 4 days ahead of schedule. By some miracle you’d been able to move your work up to earlier in the week, and then all you had to do was throw him off.

You’d had to find a way to turn your location off, even put a placeholder on your shared calendar for a fake dinner with your friends to make it realistic. After a fake pout on FaceTime just to make you smile, Joe had told you how excited he was you were getting some girl time and that he couldn’t wait to hear about it after his show.

You waited until you got on the plane to respond to the screenshot.

I’d do anything to be on a plane rn haha, only 4 more days!

He hearted the message.

miss you so much. too many days :(

you’re so busy you won’t even notice, you teased.

His text bubble popped up immediately.

bullshit, I’m always thinking about you. Literally couldn’t sleep last night without you there

I'm sorry baby. But really, the next few days will fly by

but I'll be so lonely, all by myself, in my sad cold hotel bed without my hot, lovely girlfriend to snuggle with

You felt yourself roll your eyes, knowing the exact tone he would have said it in if you'd been there next to him. But it still made you blush before you responded.

there's always Nick

you're literally the worst

you love me anywayssss

true. about to head into sound, I'll call you tonight when I get back if its not too late, text me when you're done with dinner so I don't interrupt! and tell everyone I said hey

You hearted the last message, settling back into your seat and closing your eyes as the plan unfolded.

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The flight drug on so long that you felt like you'd never make it to the car. The anticipation was killing you, and you had to keep yourself from jogging to get to the exit doors.

You'd looped Nick in on your plan a few days before, to which he had thanked you profusely for coming so Joe would finally 'stop whining'. And he'd also made sure to send someone from their team to pick you up and bring you to the arena, which was something Joe always arranged. Safety wasn't something he played about, and you knew he'd be upset if you didn't ensure you were with people he trusted.

It made the transition at the venue much easier. You went through the bus entrance, careful to not be seen the closer you were to true backstage. The show had already begun by the time you got there, Jesse coming off stage shortly after you found a good hiding spot.

Or so you thought.

"Y/N? The fuck?"

You whirled, startled. Sure enough, the youngest Jonas had spotted you down the hall.

"Frankie? Shhh! I'm surprising Joe, no one was supposed to see me!"

"Oh thank god. He's been moping all week, it's miserable," he grinned, pulling you into a hug as if it was the most casual thing he could hear you say. "And don't worry, they won't be back here. I forgot my shirt for the finale on the bus, that's the only reason I'm here, backstage is way up there."

"Okay good, I really thought I was in the clear, you scared the shit out of me!"

"My bad, my bad," he chuckled. "What's your plan?"

"Honestly? I don't have one. Didn't think that far ahead," you admitted. "I need somewhere to freshen up though."

"How'd you get a driver? Does anyone else know you're here?"

"Nick knows."

"Oh, well then I'm sure you can use his room, I used it earlier. Malti and Pri are here anyways so he’s with them somewhere.”

"Perfect. Can you sneak me in there?"

"Scouts honor," he grinned, leading the way. You stayed mostly tucked behind him, shooting Nick a text to fill him in. The coast was clear with the door in sight when you heard him.

"Kev, did you take my last throat saver?"

You froze at the sound of Joe's voice, but only for a moment. Then instinct took over and you folded back around the corner you'd just passed, holding your breath.

"I took it!" Frankie squawked, trying to distract him before he got suspicious.

"Bro why? I literally bought you a pack in bulk like last week, no way you already used them all." His voice sounded gruff, as if he really hadn't slept well in his cold lonely hotel bed.

The ache you had to turn the corner and see him startled you in its intensity. Of course, you'd missed him terribly since you'd kissed him goodbye and sent him out the doors of your apartment so many days ago, but it hit you like a train to have him so close.

"I put it in your usual spot behind the pillars on my way off stage. Sorry bro," Frankie countered.

"Oh. Yeah that's fine, just next time use your own," Joe grumbled. You heard him walk away, a door closing behind him. You let out a breath when Frankie came back around.

"That was close."

"You think! Are you sure he isn't gonna come back out?"

"Nah, he already found a shower to sing in. He'll stay in there until he goes to stage in a bit. You're golden. C'mon."

He ushered you past Joe's door quietly, opening the door to Nick's dressing room and following you in.

"When are you gonna surprise him?" He kept his voice low - the walls were so thin you could hear Joe doing his vocal warm ups beside you.

"No idea. Maybe when you all come off stage?"

"No, you know what you should do? You should be backstage during Nick's set, like behind the pillars."

"People will see me back there from the obstructed seats though."

"So? The paps have already taken a million pictures of you all, who cares."

"Joe cares," you reminded him. It wasn't that he minded for you to be seen - it just hurt him any time someone said something negative about you, to the point where you avoided trying to give people the opportunity.

"Okay, then be at the bottom of the steps. I'll get his attention in his in ears."

"That could actually work," you mused.

"I know, that's why I said it," he grinned. "I'm good at scheming you know. Anyways, I'll see you later. Just be there after cake by the ocean and I'll send him."

And with that, Frankie was gone.

You sat there for a moment, taking in Nick's room. You could tell Malti had been there by the few toys that were strewn around on the floor, and it made you smile to know that he was probably running around chasing her somewhere.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you picked it up expecting a text from Nick.

Instead, it was Joe.

about to head to stage. miss you so much and really really really wish you were here

You looked around the room, expecting a camera, or even for him to have snuck in somehow. Had he seen you earlier? Another text buzzed through.

we are never spending this long apart again. seriously. I hate it.

One more buzzed in.

Can we FT tonight if you aren’t too tired after dinner? Need to see your face

It took everything in you not to run to his door and throw it open. But you knew the pay off would be so worth it, and that he would hate having to go on stage right after seeing you if you went now. So you bit your tongue and instead typed back.

have the best show baby, I can't wait to see you. love you more than you know! And of course we can, I miss you sm

You heard his door open and you held your breath so you could hear him walk past Nick's door towards stage.

When you knew the coast was fully clear, you got to work freshening up, grabbing the few things from your purse and praising yourself for your proactive packing. You'd worn a cuter outfit than you'd usually sport for a plane, one that hugged your figure in a way that you knew Joe would love.

You'd had to spend the last week watching thirst traps of him pop up on your tik tok, and you wanted to remind him that two could play that game.

Soon after you'd finished, you heard the roar of the crowd start, signaling that the boys had made their way on. So you snaked your way through backstage, following the noise until you found a hidden spot where you could hear.

You found yourself smiling the whole first half of the show, in awe of hearing all of them sing so effortlessly. Somehow it flew by despite your anticipation growing, and before you knew it the lighting changed and cake by the ocean began to play.

The screams got louder and louder as Joe put on his performance - you knew he was eating it up at the end of the catwalk, living his rockstar dream. You could picture it in your mind, and your heart took off in a flutter as the song wound down.

You came out of the shadows and to the bottom of the stairs, fingers crossed that Frankie could pull it off. It only took a moment for you to realize that he had - Joe came into view, a black, bedazzled cowboy hat perched on top of his head.

But even that wasn't enough to distract from his expression when he saw you. He froze, blinking hard at first, and then his feet couldn't take him fast enough.

He skipped the last two, almost falling towards you as he wrapped you up in the tightest hug you'd ever gotten, bare arms glistening with sweat as he coiled them around you.

"What the fuck! How the fuck, what are you doing here?"

He was yelling between the roar of the crowd and his in-ears. You reached up to pluck one out of his ear so he could hear you.

"Somebody said something about a lonely hotel bed," you grinned as you spoke into his ear.

He shook his head in disbelief, and a bit in awe it seemed. You watched as he scanned over your head, then checked over his shoulder to see if anyone could see the two of you.

Even though it seemed clear to you, he pulled you to the side, tucked a bit more behind the stairs before he cupped your face in both his hands and kissed you, hard. The brim of his hat pushed against your forehead and you flicked it off of him, fingers immediately going into his curls. You knew you shouldn't mess up his stage hair, but you just couldn't find the brain capacity to care when he kissed you like he'd never get the chance to do it again.

His hand slipped down, spreading along your lower back and pushing you up against him, so close you could feel the rhinestones from his jeans pressing against your waist. You couldn't get enough, arms wrapping around his neck in a bid to get closer to him - you moaned when his other hand came around to wrap up in your hair.

There was no way you were going to be able to stop. It felt too good, and you hadn't realized how much you missed this until you didn't have it. But god damn was it worth waiting for.

You felt Joe hiss in a breath through his teeth, and only then did you really come back into your body and remember where you were. You didn't have to ask, you knew someone had cued him from his remaining in-ear. Jealous was almost over, and he had to go.

"You’re fucking killing me," he groaned, kissing you again before forcing himself to pull away.

"I'll be here when you're done," you reminded him. "Waiting for you."

"Torture," he countered. You laughed, reaching up to wipe the lipstick you'd left off of his lips, praying you weren’t just smearing it in the darkness.

"Hurry back then."

He saluted you jokingly, kissing your forehead before reaching down and grabbing his discarded cowboy hat, perching it on your head. He turned on his heel and ran back up the stairs without another word, but you caught his last glimpse back to you before he disappeared.

You were flushed, cheeks hot as you came down from the rush. Adrenaline still pumping, you caught sight of a mirror off to the side and walked to it, giggling at your wild hair and smeared make up.

And then Joe was back, and he was running.

“Babe?”

“Forgot my fuckin quick change!” He yelled, and then he was throwing his belt off without a care and ripping his shirt over his head, stripping down to his underwear in record time.

You were laughing as he looked at you, a mixture of panic and incredulity mixed together in his eyes.

“This is the best strip tease I’ve ever had,” you teased, making his ears blush red in the dim light. He threw on his burning up tank, then his cover shirt and jacket, yanking his pants up quickly.

“Here!” You scurried over, helping tuck his shirt in in the back to speed up the process. It was somehow harder to do than any task you’d done all day, and the two of you were cackling through your struggle.

“Love you, have fun!” You called, smacking his ass on the way to the stairs.

“Come watch,” he said, leaning down one more time to kiss you before he took off at a run, jumping back into the show without missing a beat.

You stood there, breathless all over again as you tried to come down, skin on fire.

Come watch. Did he really mean that? You had obviously been to many of his shows in the six months you'd been together, but always backstage or hidden in a suite somewhere. But you knew that Priyanka was out there somewhere, and it emboldened you to move before you could talk yourself out of it.

One of the boys security escorted you past the venue workers until you made it to the family and friends VIP corral. You were relieved to see Pri, whose face lit up. The screaming had reached another level as you moved through the gate, laughing as she pulled you into a tight hug.

"Nice hat!" She called out over the crowd and you froze. You'd totally forgotten you still had it on.

So much for keeping a low profile.

You went to pull it off but Pri stopped you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Too late now! Just have fun!"

And you did. You ignored the phones you knew were zooming in on you and instead you danced and jumped and screamed with her all night. It wasn't lost on you that Joe noticed you, the widest grin spreading across his face. He even threw you an 'i love you' sign that made you blush. You were having so much fun that you were startled when the lights cut.

"C'mon, let's go," she ushered you through as if she'd done it a million times before, leading with confidence until you were backstage again just as the boys ascended the stairs, the screams reached their loudest of the night, begging for an encore.

Pri squeezed your hand as you all tucked in by the stairs.

"I'm going to go make sure Malti went down okay, it was so good to see you!"

You hugged her tight before she left, watching until she made it out of sight before scoping out a spot. There was an equipment box nearby that you were able to climb onto, sitting patiently and kicking your feet along to the beat as you waited for Joe to return.

It felt like it took ages for them to all reappear, arms slung over each other's shoulders until they reached the stairs.

Nick was first down - he gave you a quick wave and then headed straight off. Kevin was next, who you gave a high five on his way past. Frankie followed, offering you a fist bump and a wink. You'd have to thank him properly later for helping you out.

Then it was Joe.

And damn did he look good. The mesh of his tank top clung to his damp skin, chest rising and falling as he came down from the high. His curls were deliciously messy, and you reached up to pluck a stray piece of confetti from it as he got within reach.

But that was all you had time to do - because then you were squealing as Joe grabbed your hips, throwing you over his shoulder as if it was nothing, right hand coming up to grasp the top of your jeans and keep you steady.

"Joe!"

"Yes ma'am?" His tone was laced with innocence and you couldn't help but laugh. He walked down the hallway as if he owned the place, as he often did and you just prayed no one would see your ass in the air.

He finally let you down when you got back to the dressing room, gently lowering you onto the couch, making sure your head landed on the pillow instead of the frame.

Immediately he was above you, placing a knee between your thighs so he could lean over you, hovering just above your lips.

"So. You wanna tell me how you got here?" His voice was deeper than you expected, and it pulsed right through you.

"I pulled some strings. Figured you might like the surprise," you replied innocently, fighting every urge to lean up and catch his kiss. The tension was electric, almost unbearable.

"Might?" He crooned, leaning forward until his thigh connected with you, the friction making you hiss. You were almost embarrassed of how hard you were breathing, hanging on the edge, waiting for him to move. “You fly across the country to see me, tease me mid show, and then you go out there, dancing around in my hat for the whole world to see, when I can’t even put my hands on you.”

“You told me to,” you reminded him, but there wasn’t even a hint of bite in your tone.

“Torture,” he whispered, running one finger down your jawline, making your whole body shiver in response.

You weren’t sure if that was what broke him, or if it was affecting him as much as it was you, but finally, finally he kissed you, swooping down to catch your lips.

You groaned, pulling him closer to you any way that you could, desperate for anything he could give you. When his lips moved to your neck, scruff scratching at your flushed skin, you thought you’d die right there.

His hips found a rhythm against yours in a way that had you panting in moments, hand in his hair trying to look for any purchase to keep you down on earth.

And neither of you had even shed a layer.

“Joe,” you breathed. He didn’t respond, just nipped at your earlobe and tugged at your waist to bring you closer.

“Baby,” you tried. That got a moan out of him, which wasn’t helping your resolve.

“We should wait. Until we get to a bed.” You almost couldn’t believe you were saying it. Your body was saying otherwise, but you knew in the back of your mind that you needed to go.

“You overestimate my self control,” Joe said gruffly, kissing you again. You matched him, unable to resist as you opened up for him again and again. “Been too long since I’ve had you.”

“What’s another ten minutes,” you teased, and the smile against his lips was just enough to pull him out of the intensity of it.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned, dropping his face into your chest for a moment before sighing and standing up.

He was hard in his dress pants, and you couldn’t help but beam a bit in pride.

“Glad you’re proud of your work,” he grinned, offering you a hand to pull you up. As soon as you were on your feet you went directly back into his arms, already missing the heat.

He kissed you without hesitation, but pulled back far too soon for your liking.

“If we’re gonna make it back to the hotel you’re gonna have to behave.” His tone made you squeeze your thighs together, which didn’t go unnoticed. He smirked at you, and you knew the game was on.

He didn’t say a word as he moved to his clothing rack, back turned to you for a moment as he untucked his shirt, pulling it painfully slow over his head and tossing it in the bag of clothes from the rest of the show.

You watched the muscles in his back ripple as he pulled out an oversized graphic tee, taking his sweet time putting it on.

Next was the belt and pants, which were replaced by athletic shorts that showed off his thighs. You could tell he was adjusting to try to hide his dick, which did make you laugh.

“Is your stuff here?” He mused, tone almost too casual. Trying to keep control.

“Just my tote bag. The rest is already in your room.”

“Perfect.”

You grabbed the bag, eager to get moving but Joe slid the straps out of your hand, carrying it for you as he took your hand and casually led you down the hallway.

He knew exactly what he was doing - payback, if you had to name it.

But you didn’t give in. No, you kept it together all the way to the SUV, pretending you didn’t notice the way his hand lingered on your leg as he helped you up into the passenger seat.

You caught your breath as he came around to the drivers side, and you took the chance to scoot as close as you could, hand finding his thigh as he started the car.

You heard him hiss a breath in through his teeth, even felt the muscles in his thigh twitch, but he kept his eyes forward as he began the drive, following security in the SUV in front. You kept your touch as light as you could, tracing tiny shapes and words with your nail against his soft skin.

It only lasted a minute before he couldn’t take it any more. He snatched your hand quickly, but the kiss he delivered to the back of it was gentle.

“I’m begging you. Behave, please, so I don’t crash this car,” he growled.

You flushed at his words, shifting in your seat.

“Sorry baby,” you murmured, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead softly, and you sat in the electric hum that filled the car until you finally made it to the underground private garage for the hotel.

Joe wasted no time once you were parked. He came around to your door, helping you down and then placing his hand dangerously low on your back to guide you to the doors.

He handled getting the key card from security, and once he confirmed his wake up time for the morning, he lead you to the elevators.

You felt like your whole body was vibrating on the ascent, the tension so strong you weren’t sure you’d make it to the 20th floor without jumping his bones.

Somehow, you did. He laced his fingers through yours as you made it to your room. He held the door open for you, following you in and kicking off his shoes casually, placing your bag down gently on the floor. You took your shoes off with a bit less grace, tossing them to the side and waiting.

He took one look at you, and it was over.

He was on you before you could even move, your back immediately pressed against the wall, though his hand cupping your face kept you from hitting your head.

He parted your lips with expertise precision, tongue gliding in a way that had you immediately melting into his touch.

You didn’t care about messing up his hair now. It felt like home in your hands to run through his curls, to the nape of his neck. When he stopped to breathe you took your chance, ducking down to his neck and kissing right under his jaw.

His legs buckled under him, and you grinned against his skin, nipping just barely but that was all it took.

With one swift grab you were in his arms, legs going up around his hips automatically as he carried you over to the bed, laying you out without breaking the contact once.

The friction of him over your aching core was enough to have you pulling at his clothes, begging for more skin to access.

He stood up fully, eyes hooded as he looked down at you laid out before him. It was so intense you almost looked away, but the promise of him lifting his shirt was enough to keep you focused on him.

His fingers were on your waistband in the next moment, undoing the button with ease and tugging your jeans and underwear off in one.

You could barely breath as he dropped to his knees at the end of the bed, hands wrapping around your thighs to pull you to the edge.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, already flushed.

“I was thinking about this the whole time I was on stage,” he said casually, and then he went to work.

The combination of his tongue, his fingers and his stubble was lethal. You were hypersensitive everywhere, blissful and yet wanting to crawl out of your skin at the intensity.

“Jesus, fuck,” you squeaked after only moments, fingers gripping his hair as he worked you over, fast flicks and a wicked grin to match.

“Let it go baby,” he hummed, rubbing his thumb in a quick circle that sent you straight over the edge, back arching so hard he had to hold you steady by your thigh so you didn’t slide off the bed.

He kissed your inner thigh before easing up to his feet, sliding down his shorts and boxers and kicking them off.

Still panting slightly you sat up, tossing your shirt and bra off to the side, moving to drop down to your knees and return the favor.

To your surprise, Joe caught you before you lowered, kissing you hard.

“Need to be inside you. Now.”

You couldn’t remember a time - ever - that Joe had turned down a blowjob. But when you kissed him again you felt just how hard he was between you and you didn’t question it. Instead, you walked him backwards, turning him until his legs hit the bed.

He got the hint and laid out quickly, cock twitching as you made your way to straddle him. He put one hand behind his head, bicep flexing in a way that made your breath hitch. God, how was he even real? His perfect curls were a mess on top of his head, lips swollen and a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead and you still had never seen anyone more beautiful in your life.

He was being very patient, but you could almost feel how painful it was for him to wait while you ogled at him. So you moved, kissing him softly as you lined yourself up and sank down.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, head falling back as his hands immediately found your waist. “You feel so fucking good.”

You moved to take him quickly but hissed in a breath at the stretch, pausing for just a moment.

“You okay baby?” The intensity was immediately replaced by concern in his voice as he gazed up at you.

“I’m fine. Just been too long since we’ve done this,” you explained, hands splaying on his chest as you eased yourself the rest of the way down, grinning as his eyes literally rolled back at the feeling.

“Damn right it was too long, fuck,” he echoed, hands squeezing tightly.

You folded down to kiss his neck, sucking gently as you started to rock ever so slightly, feeling him move so deeply that you could barely breathe. It was euphoric, skin on skin and tiny whimpers he tried to hide as you worked him up until he couldn’t take your pace any longer.

He wrapped his arms fully around your back, lifting up to meet your hips with each move, finding a blissful rhythm that had you both almost speechless.

“So good,” Joe managed to groan, lips on your shoulder as he snapped his hips in a way that had you suddenly seeing stars.

You pushed yourself up, fingernails digging into his chest as you found the perfect angle, bouncing and grinding until you saw his eyes fully squeeze shut and felt his back arch just barely - his tell.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.” His words jumbled together, hands wandering up your body in an almost frantic way, trying to find some way to stabilize as he tipped over the edge.

His hips stuttered and you couldn’t help but follow, another wave washing over you, the room spinning a bit as you came back down.

When you returned to your body, you were still breathing heavy, propped up on Joe’s chest as he looked up at you with a lazy, almost cocky grin.

The sex was always good, but something about that had made you almost want to hide your face.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, almost echoing your thoughts. “C’mere.”

You let him guide you down for another kiss, let him catch the breath you let out when he slid out, immediately shifting you, pulling you just as close with your legs straddling one thigh instead.

He kissed you slow this time, taking care to explore every part of your lips, your mouth, your cheeks and jawline and ear. It was blissful, and you would have been happy to stay in his arms like that forever; so it was no surprise that when he went to move, your automatic response was to cling to him.

“I’m just gonna get us a washcloth and some fresh clothes, I’ll be right back,” he reassured you, kissing you again before easing you off him and heading to the bathroom.

You watched him move around the room, bare ass on full display as he got up and headed to the bathroom. God. You would never get over how beautiful he truly was, you were sure.

It didn’t change when he came back to bed in his boxer briefs, a warm washcloth and a pair of panties for you from your suitcase in his hand.

“I wasn’t sure what shirt you wanted, I didn’t see any of your usuals in your bag.”

“I need to pee anyways,” you smiled, taking his offering and climbing out of bed.

Your knees wobbled, which wasn’t lost on Joe. You saw his satisfied grin when you looked back, and you blushed crimson as you headed to the bathroom.

You made quick work of cleaning up and brushing your teeth, opting for just the panties when you returned to bed.

“No shirt?” Joe mused as you climbed in next to him, curling up.

“Nah. Do you want me to wear one?”

He leaned back so you could see the absolute offense on his face.

“I just don’t want you to get cold, believe me this is much preferred,” he grinned, pulling you against his chest as if to prove his point. You knew you would be fine if you stayed on him all night, which was your plan.

You adjusted so you could see his face, smiling up at him. He traced lightly with his fingers over your back, cursive and shapes.

“I still can’t believe you’re here right now,” he mused.

“I heard you were cranky all week without me,” you teased.

“Damn straight. Turns out I can’t sleep anymore when you aren’t here.”

“I’m sorry baby,” you frowned. Of course you would spend as many nights as you could with him, but there were always nights you would be apart.

“Don’t be. Everything just feels better when you’re here. Seeing you when I came off stage, I felt like everything in me lit up and relaxed at the same time, it was crazy.”

“It took everything in me not to tell you. Especially when you text me before the show, I just wanted to run right to you.”

“Were you already there?” His eyebrows furrowed in the most adorable way, and you couldn’t help but kiss him quickly.

“I was next door in Nick’s dressing room,” you admitted, giggling at his look of betrayal.

“You little shit! Frankie helped you, didn’t he?!”

“Maybe. What did he say in your in ears anyways? To get you off stage?”

“He told me Malti was asking for me.”

“Well sorry to disappoint.” You grinned when he rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead. He tightened his grip on you, peppering more to your hair.

“Thank you, for coming out here early. It means the world to me.”

“Thank you for being worth coming out here for. 10 days was way too fucking long,” you yawned, the day catching up with you quickly as you settled in.

“Way too long,” he agreed. “Get some sleep my love. I love you.”

“Love you too,” you hummed. “Kiss me again.”

“What?” He chuckled, looking down at you. He was blurry as sleep tried to pull you under.

“Kissmeagain,” you slurred. “Justonemore.”

You weren’t even sure why you asked, but of course he obliged you, warm lips meeting yours before you drifted off in his arms, finally content.

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damn this took me forever haha sorry I got carried away, pls let me know what you think (feedback is a writers fuel yah know) and feel free to request anything you wanna read!!

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