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Featuring ⤷ Josh Washington Summary: You and Josh have been keeping your freak show a secret. Nobody knew (For the most part). The night you two did break that tension, you never stopped. Setting: Afab reader x Josh Washington, No prank au, 3rd person?, mentions of other UD characters. (Lol just made a few edits to this cause i forgot some things) Warnings//Tags: SMUT (Straight up porn with little plot), finger sucking, PIV, Lowkey Needy!Josh, Semi- Public sex, Fingering, Sex while high (ish), language, teasing, praise kink, Semi-plot, Smokin miss mary jane, NSFW 18+ As well as the rest of my blog
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Nobody knew about you. You liked it like that, it added to the thrill. Beth would probably burn you alive if she knew. Hannah would just cry. Jessica would think you're gross along with Emily. Sam would be surprised, Mike too. You think Chris knows, Ashley does if he does.
And that’s why you haven't told anyone about your little freak show with Josh. You two don't particularly act like a couple. I mean, small comments here and there accompanied by a wince or “ew” from a friend. But god, no, they couldn't know.
Beth had been your best-friend through thick and thin, she would die if she knew you were getting boned by her older brother of all people.
About 8 months ago, near the start of June. When the group was on summer break from college. You saw him smoking on the lodge’s porch, near the steps. You decided to go out, see
what he was up to, gulping down that nervous feeling he had given you since senior year. You slowly walked through the lodge before sliding open the glass door.
“Hey” He started, eyes brightening just a tinge before he returned to his lidded stare. “Hey, whatcha doin’” You playfully pushed him, eyeballing the blunt sticking out of his fingers. “What? You gonna snitch?” He questioned jokingly.
“Not if you share” You reached for the blunt, before he handed it to you, fingers lingering a beat onto yours. You took a long drag, blowing out the smoke, you started small talk. You two had always been close, for some reason, he had distanced in the past few months.
“Why isn't Chris out here with you?” You handed the paper back. “Dunno'’...-”Just like being alone sometimes.” He responded before taking another hit.
Your face grew red with a bit of embarrassment thinking you interrupted his alone time. “I…I can leave, if you want me to..?” You responded. He shook his head, exhaling. He didn't want you to leave. “No-... You're okay”.
You sat on the small, cushioned bench beside the glass door. He took his seat next to you. You shivered a little, remembering your coat inside.
You sat for a few moments before looking at the door and standing. “Hey I’ll be right back… gotta' grab my jacket!” You yelped standing up. He grabbed your arm softly before guiding you back to the chair. “Just stay here for a minute, you can have mine.” He offered with sincerity in his voice. He handed his flannel to you, revealing his black t-shirt rolled up at the sleeves.
You were surprised he wasn't cold.
How could he be cold with you this close to him?
Your eyes lingered for a moment before darting away to the woods, coated in snow. It had just been a small get together, nothing huge, just the group. Sam, your best friend had begged you to come, but you really said yes because of him.
His eyes flicked to you softly, eyelids low. “You know, we never really talk like we used to. I mean, not anymore.” He stated, his voice breaking a bit.
You stared at his glassy blue eyes, “Yeah, I miss us” You responded.
He let out a small sigh: “Me too…”. He leaned back on the cushions.
You turned to face him, “What ever did happen?, I… I feel like you just distanced…”. His face wrinkled, he felt terrible, but he didn't want to ruin your friendship, so he stayed away. His emotions for you got the better of him, he distanced so hard that it was noticeable.
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you” He responded cockily.
“Try me” You challenged. He ran his hand through his dark hair, debating his options. You turned to him and moved closer, one hand resting on his bicep. You stared with your eyes round, god he loved that. “Don’t laugh at me or anything… Okay?” You nodded in anticipation.
Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, face extremely red, but you could blame it on the cold (and alcohol). He let out another sigh before beginning, face flushed. You assumed he was just cold, boy were you wrong.
“I’ve had like- A huge crush on you for like… 3 years. And I just stayed away because I didn't want you to notice but I seriously can't stand being away from you.”. He sighed out.
Your eyes widened and darted around his face, you had no words, how were you even supposed to tell him you liked him too. That everything in your life had revolved around him, the countless nights thinking of his haunting smirk.
His hand moved without looking to the ashtray on the table next to the couch, stubbing the roach out and dropping it almost immediately. He reached out to your face, cupping your cheek gently. “Even if you don't feel the same way, I just wanna kiss you- …Just once.” He begged.
So you didn’t speak, you moved in pressing your lips to his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing each other impossibly close.
His fingers messed up your hair, and honestly, you couldn't care less.
His lips met yours greedily, as his fingers dug into the side of your thigh. You let out a small whimper, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Time was in slow motion, every desperate sound, and quake of his fingers engraving itself into your brain. The kiss wasn't soft, it was desperate, needy. He wasn't sure if he would get this chance again.
Your tongues collided, your saliva mixing with his. His hands wandered your body, brushing every curve so very gently.
When you two finally pulled away you both just stared, dumbfounded. You attempted to catch your breath.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he spat. “Me too-” You replied, without thinking. His shoulders relaxed after hearing that. He moved in for another kiss, this time more gentle, more sensual. You moaned into the kiss. One of your hands landed in his hair, one on his cheekbone, brushing it gently. He deepened the kiss impossibly, tongue swirling around yours.
His hands wandered to your hips before pushing you almost completely into his lap. “Are you sure… Like forreal?” He asked questionedly, insecurity getting the better of him. You nodded quickly “I’m sure Josh”. He smirked at your response.
You felt his dick straining in his pants, could he be any more hot? His warm kisses trailed down your neck, biting at that spot that made you whine. You could feel his stupid smirk against your neck. “Stop that-” He cut you off by licking a long stripe down the shell of your ear, causing you to moan into him.
The sun had already set hours ago, leaving the two of you enveloped in darkness. His fingers ran up and down the fabric of his flannel covering your ribs.
You decided to test something, slowly you grinded your hips onto his. Josh let out a guttural groan, louder than he expected. Your hand quickly went to his mouth as his wide eyes stared back at you. “Beth is going to kill us both, you have to be quiet… yea?” His eyes lowered back as he nodded. You continued grinding onto his clothed hard.
His hands moved to the hem of your jeans, wrapping his callused fingers around your belt loops. You broke the kiss to stand up and remove your shirt, discarding it into the dark. His eyes ran down your body, raking every bit into his brain.
Slowly you sat back down onto him, teasingly. His brain was mush, too overwhelmed and high. His fingers glided across your collar bone before landing behind your back. “Help me out?” He complied and fumbled with your clasp a moment before undoing it. Sliding it off of you, he admired your breasts.
He quickly locked his lips with your nipple, without warning. You arched into his embrace, as his tongue swirled you.
He kissed on the sides of your breast, careful to not leave marks like he wanted. But he knew, you knew, they couldn't know. His touch felt like fire igniting on your cold skin, his saliva leaving cold patches on you.
He kissed along your waist, holding you from moving with his rough hands. His whines of pleasure were like music to your ears.
He slowly pushed you back down next to him, fingers still on your waist. His face moved back up to kiss you again, leaving you breathless and needy.
Before long his fingers moved back to the belt loops of your jeans before pulling them completely off. Too horny to resist, he ran his finger down your clothed slit, feeling your wetness. His finger remained there for a second, unmoving to just feel you.
He stood up abruptly to remove his jeans, palming the pockets he grabbed a condom out. “You keep condoms in your pocket?” You asked accusingly, but still joking. “Can never be too prepared, might need one, like right now.” He messed with you.
He handed the condom to you quickly before sliding off his boxers and placing them into the rest of the pile. "We don't really have to use this, right?" You questioned, his eyes widened at your idea. "I guess we don't..." he responded smirk slithering onto his face. You threw the golden wrapped condom onto the wooden deck.
He sat back next to you as the two of you turned your bodies to face each other. He moved so he was on top of you. Bare dick touching your panties.
He teasingly removed the fabric, so slow it almost hurt. You rubbed your legs together in anticipation as he kissed down your neck.
His middle finger slid to your entrance, slowly caressing it before bringing it back to his mouth and sucking it. The scene in front of you was so vulgar, but you couldn't look away.
Quickly, he rutted his dick halfway inside you. Groaning into your ear loudly. “Fuck-...Josh slow down” You begged throwing your hands around his neck and rubbing his shoulder.
“C’mon babe, you can take it” You swear you could come from the nickname alone. You whimpered in his ear, spurring him on as his hips began to move. His chest pressed against yours, you two were so close that he didn't even need to rub your clit. The friction causing you to moan in his ear loudly. His mouth moved back to yours, trying to quiet you.
“God- You’re so fucking tight” He whined. His praise made your stomach feel all loopy again. You couldn't help but think how he was this good at having sex. But after a while the feeling killed all your thoughts.
His face buried into your neck, nuzzling the column of your neck gently, a big contrast to how he was fucking you so animalistically. His hand slowly moved to your mouth, replacing his lips with his fingers. You groaned at the taste of his sweaty, yet so addicting skin as he pressed gently on your tongue. While his fingers held back your noises, his mouth kissed down your neck, into the valley of your breasts.
His hard cock continued pressing into your velvety walls, obscene sounds escaped you. His mouth continued on your neck while your small whines and moans of his name were muffled by his thick fingers. His saliva was almost coating your neck, but hey, you weren't complaining.
The veins of his arms poked out slightly, it took you a more than healthy amount of restraint to not just lick them. His hair fell onto his face as he thrusted into your pussy, his pace unrelenting as his thick curls rubbed your puffy clit. His mouth met the bottom of your ear nibbling softly on the skin there, he whispered filthy things. Building heat in your stomach.
With every movement, every twitch of his dick you felt that warmth. Every time he thrusted he hit that spot, over, and over, and over. His tiny whines in your ears causing you to clench him. He licked the shell of your ear, saliva making you a little cold. But nothing could distract you from how good his thick cock was hammering into you.
He groaned into your ear, a small plea, almost as if asking ‘Please cum already’. That was it. The dam broke, a wave of pleasure crashed through you. Your whole body spasmed slightly, clenching his member tightly.
His whine broke your spell of pleasure before he pulled out, pumping his dick slightly. He came, sticky ropes covering your upper thighs and lower abdomen. He caught his breath quickly.
“Shit- Sorry… I-I’ll be right back” He spat out worriedly. Pulling up his briefs, your eyes lingered on his fit torso, admiring. You panted trying to calm yourself from your high. He opened the glass door, jogging to the kitchen. grabbing a glass of water and a few wet paper towels.
You allowed your eyes to shut briefly before he slid the door back open and gently cleaned you. He handed you the glass of water. “Thanks” You said tiredly, sipping on the water. You stood to put back on your clothes. Legs like putty.
You slipped on your shorts, not bothering with panties. He stared, flush running down his freckled shoulders and built chest. “You have no idea-” You shushed him with your finger but he continued his mumbling from behind your hand. “I’ve wanted to do that for like- ever! I swear- I mean, I didn't think you liked me back but woa… Here we are!” He blabbed. You chuckled.
“Beth is gonna kill me” You groaned, running your hand in your disheveled hair. “We don't have to-” He began, your eyes sparked with intrigue. “Tell her, I mean, we can just be- Y’know..” He offered. You nodded, the thrill made your stomach heat again.
But now it’s February, and every single time you hang out- without fail, you end up jumping his bones. You both like each other, yea, but what's the fun in that?
About a million times at the lodge, Chris’ house bathroom, Fuck even at his parents house. It was like a drug you couldn't get enough of, something so addicting you thought of it at least once a day. You were totally out of luck.
But to call it a drug, for Josh at least, was an understatement. He was addicted, bad.