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Currently thinking about sucking and licking Josh's dick until he can't think straight. Maybe Chris decides to call him and you force him to answer even though he's a mess and he can't concentrate at all with your hand permanently stroking him when your mouth is taking a break
... kay ngl im throwing a littlw Chris into this Josh one... cuz uh.. need them both reaaaaaal baddddd
this is gonna be mega long guys
Sub!Josh who's legs are spread while sat on the edge of the bed, you between them kissing and sucking up his length while he throws his head back with loud moans and groans
Sub!Josh who's legs jumps when his phone goes off next to his hand- quickly going to silence it before you grab his hand and stare up at him with a grin
"Nono.. see who it is.."
"w-why?"
"Don't talk back to me."
"Yes ma'am- sorry."
When josh realizes its Chris he shows you and you grin more
"Answer."
He goes to question you but knows you'll make it worse for him if he does- he sucks it up and answers- putting the phone between his ear and shoulder as he tries to catch his breath, noticing you pausing your movements as he gets a false hope you'd let him talk to Chris for a sec
Wrong.
You take his whole length into your mouth and shove your nose into his pubic hair as he silently gasps- trying to not give anything away.
"Hey, Man- so i sort of fucked up on this game and have no idea how to go back but i know you do can y-"
"- h-hey- Man um- yeah- i can-ohfuck- help.."
"....okay.. are- are you okay? you seem- frustrated or like out of breath-"
"- Yes!- yes- fine i'm fine, Chris just- what do you need?"
You stare at him with a smirk as you pull back and lick under his base- dripping drool down his balls as he looks down- his eyes rolling back as his mouth drops- hardly paying attention to Chris and almost moaning into the mic of his phone
" and it paused and i cant figure out how t- okay- Josh. Are you seriously okay? youre barely even responding."
"Y-yes, fuck- i'm fine, keep explaing it Chris..."
".... i feel like i might've interrupted something..."
"...well...um... sort of.."
"...IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND GIVING YOU HEAD WHILE ON THE PHONE WITH ME!?"
"........You called at a really bad.. time.."
You laugh from between his legs and grab the phone and put it on speaker- feeling much braver than normal
"Hi Chris..."
"... h-hi... i can call Josh.. another time- sorry-"
"Do you want to stay on the phone, Chris?"
"... i-i mean- i'm not.. um.. i-......k-keep going."
"Called just in time- you'll get to hear a whole lot more than just some sick sucking."
You end up fucking Josh while Chris listened in and jerked off over the phone to both of your moaning. Little did he know you took your own phone and set it up to film you and Josh fucking.
Later sending Chris the video for fun
"Heres a little treat 4 u, Chrissssy."
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"Holy fuck- am i allowed to use this for myself?"
"Why else would i send you it, Silly."
"Shit might even ask to join next time."
"... really?"
"... if you're both.. okay with it?"
"come over tomorrow?"
"Yes ma'am."
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đ„ àŁȘ á„«áĄêâàŁȘ. BEFORE â Josh Washington
SUMMARY â a rekindled romance with Josh Washington leads to a night of pleasure and requited feelings for one another.
W/C â 6k.
NOTES â written in 2nd person POV, includes smut, smut, SMUT, lowkey a bit of fluff, considering writing a part two involving joshâs psycho prank reveal.
PART ONE | PART TWO
The tension in the room escalates as a heavy silence settles over the group, and the cold air reflects the unease on everyoneâs faces. The atmosphere grows thick with unspoken words, and the other friends exchange worried glances, unsure how to intervene in Emily and Jessicaâs argument.
Standing in the centre of the room, Josh senses the confrontation spiralling out of control. He takes a deep breath, determination flickering in his eyes as he steps forward, his voice attempting to cut through the mounting anxiety.
âMike, why donât you check out the guest cabin? The one I told you about,â he suggests, trying to redirect the groupâs attention away from the simmering conflict.
Looking at Jess with an eagerness that masks his concern, Mike jumps at the chance to shift gears. âYeah, alright. Want to go do that?â he asks Jess, his tone light but tinged with hope.
Still bitter and glaring daggers at Emily, Jess responds with a sharp edge. âAny place without that whore,â she retorts, her voice dripping with disdain. Her eyes flicker to Emily, who stands rigid, hurt and anger swirling in her gaze.
Emilyâs fists clench at her sides as she takes in Jess's words. âWow, Jess. Classy,â she fires back, her voice strained as she struggles to maintain her composure.
Caught between the two, Josh tries to keep the mood light, though disappointment hangs heavy in his heart. âItâs right up the trail,â he chimes in, glancing nervously between them, desperate to diffuse the situation.
Mike, feeling the weight of Jessâs glare, takes her hand and pulls her gently away from the tension. âLetâs go,â he says, leading her toward the door, eager to escape the simmering conflict behind them.
As Jess and Mike step outside, the door clicks shut, leaving a heavy silence in the lodge. The warmth from the fireplace feels suddenly distant, and the atmosphere is charged with unresolved tension. Emily stands frozen for a moment, her heart racing with betrayal and anger, her body trembling as she processes the sting of jealousy.
Josh shakes his head slowly, disappointment etched as he watches Mike and Jess walk away. His eyes linger on Emily, concern flaring up as he witnesses the distress radiating from her. The remaining friends exchange uneasy looks, each uncertain how to navigate the sudden rift that has opened.
Matt, Emilyâs boyfriend, stares at her with concern and confusion. Heâs distressed by her jealousy, feeling her emotions pressing down on him. âEm, are you okay?â he finally asks, his voice hesitant, trying to bridge the gap between them.
Emily's expression hardens, turns on Matt, frustration spilling out in a flood. âI canât believe this. I canât believe youâll let her treat me like that! And do you know where my pink bag from the rodeo is?â she demands, her voice rising with agitation.
Matt is caught off guard and hesitates before responding. âUh, I donât know⊠I thought you had it with you,â he replies, unsure how to react to her outburst.
Emilyâs eyes flash with anger. âWell, I donât! So we need to find it. Now!â she insists, her tone leaving little room for argument.
With a heavy sigh, Matt nods, resigned to her request. âOkay, letâs look for it,â he replies, attempting to keep his voice steady, even as uncertainty lingers in his gaze.
Across the room, Sam, sensing the tension, tries to control her situation. âIâm going to have a nice, warm bath,â she announces, her voice breaking through the thick silence. âMaybe some relaxation will help.â She gives the group a small smile but does little to ease the tension.
As the air in the lodge remains heavy with tension, Josh takes it upon himself to bring some warmth back into the space. He moves toward the fireplace, fumbling with kindling and logs, determined to ignite a fire that can literally and metaphorically chase away the chill. He strikes a match, watching it flicker momentarily before it catches, the flame dancing to life.
His eyes search yours, filled with a mix of hope and vulnerability. At that moment, the noise of the lodge fades into the background, and it feels like the two of you are the only ones left in the room, standing on the precipice of a more profound connection amidst the chaos of friendship and rivalry.
Meanwhile, Ashley and Chris sit together in the corner of the room, their eyes darting nervously around the space. The silence between them stretches, filled only by the crackling of the match against the wood.
Ashley fidgets with the sleeve of her sweater, her cheeks flushed slightly. âItâs pretty intense, right?â she replies, trying to keep her tone light despite the seriousness of the situation. âI never thought it would get that heated. Weâre supposed to be here to have fun, not fight.â
âYeah,â Chris agrees, scratching the back of his neck. âItâs like, one minute weâre all friends, and the next⊠everyoneâs at each otherâs throats.â He glances over at Josh, who is still wrestling with the logs in the fireplace, trying to coax a flame to grow. âYou think heâs going to be okay? I mean, heâs trying so hard to keep things together.â
Ashley nods, her eyes following Joshâs movements. âI hope so. Heâs a good guy, you know? He wants everyone to have a good time. Itâs just⊠hard to watch everyone fight like this.â
Chris, sensing a moment of connection, leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. âI appreciate how you always try to keep things positive. I wish I could be more like that sometimes.â
Ashley looks at him, her heart fluttering a little at the compliment. âThanks, Chris. That means a lot,â she replies softly, a shy smile creeping onto her face.
Before they can delve deeper into their conversation, Sam returns down the stairs, a towel draped over her shoulder. She looks a bit flustered, running a hand through her damp hair. âHey, guys,â she calls out, her voice bright but tinged with frustration. âI just checked the bath, and the gas is off, so the waterâs cold. Great, right?â
Josh is still focused on getting the fire to catch and grimaces. âSeriously? Thatâs not what I needed to hear right now,â he mutters, finally coaxing a small flame into existence.
Sam rolls her eyes playfully, trying to lighten the mood. âYeah, letâs just add it to the list of things going wrong tonight.â
Josh, however, takes the news in stride and turns toward you with a spark of determination in his eyes. âY/N, how about we go to the basement and check the gas? It shouldnât be too complicated, and I could use the extra hands.â
Ashley and Chris exchange glances, their conversation momentarily forgotten. âDo you think you can fix it?â Chris asks, his brow furrowed in concern.
Josh nods confidently, but thereâs a hint of uncertainty beneath the bravado. âYeah, itâs probably just a quick adjustment.â
Sam shrugs, a smile returning to her face. âIâll keep an eye on the fire for you guys. Just donât blow anything up, okay?â
âPromise,â Josh replies, flashing a grin as he heads toward the basement door, glancing back at you. âYou coming, Y/N?â
Joshâs hopeful gaze offers a chance for distraction, perhaps even a moment to connect without the chaos of the others hanging overhead.
âYeah, Iâm in,â you respond, pushing off from your seat. You canât help but feel a rush of adrenaline at the idea of stepping away from the drama and into the unknown of the basement with Josh.
He smiles, a mixture of relief and excitement crossing his features. âAwesome. Letâs go.â
Together, you head toward the basement door, the creaky wood floorboards echoing softly behind you. As Josh opens the door, a rush of cool air greets you, starkly contrasting the lodge's warmth. The darkness beyond is thick, with only a few dim lights flickering in the distance.
âDo you have a flashlight?â you ask, glancing back at him.
âYeah, I got one,â he replies, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, rugged flashlight. He flicks it on, illuminating a narrow staircase that leads down into the gloom.
You descend the stairs together, the light casting long shadows against the stone walls. The air grows more relaxed, a bit musty, filled with the scent of old wood and dust. As you reach the bottom, the beam reveals an assortment of old furniture covered in sheets, boxes piled high, and the occasional rustle of a rat scurrying away.
âWelcome to the dungeon,â Josh jokes, trying to keep the atmosphere light as he sweeps the flashlight across the room. âQuite the sight, huh?â
You chuckle, appreciating his attempt at humour. âAt least itâs not filled with creepy dolls or something.â
Josh nods, stepping further inside. âLetâs see if we can figure out whatâs going on with the gas.â He moves to a panel on the wall, inspecting it closely. âIt shouldnât be too complicated. Just a valve adjustment, I think.â
You step closer, watching him with a mix of admiration and concern. He looks determined, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration as he kneels to get a better look at the mechanism. The moment feels profound and fragile as you and Josh exchange lingering glances. But the sudden crash from the living room jolts you back into the present. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts and take a deep breath.
âI think it came from upstairs,â you reply, your pulse quickening as your heart races. âShould we check it out?â
Josh hesitates, glancing toward the stairs. âMaybe we should finish with the gas first? If itâs nothing, we donât want to leave it unattended.â
You nod, trying to push aside the unease creeping into your thoughts. âRight, letâs focus on this first.â
With renewed determination, you both turn your attention back to the valve. After a few moments of adjustments and checking gauges, Josh finally gives a satisfied nod. âI think that should do it. Letâs head back upstairs and let them know.â
As you return to the stairs, the unsettling feeling in your gut lingers, amplifying the sense that something isnât right. The sounds of the lodgeâlaughter, tension, muffled voicesâfloat down to you, becoming a mix of reassurance and dread.
Just as you reach the top of the stairs, another loud noise reverberates through the lodge, a sharp sound like something heavy being knocked over. You exchange worried glances with Josh, both of you feeling the shift in the atmosphere.
âWhat was that?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
âI donât know,â Josh replies, his tone serious as he tightens his grip on the flashlight. âBut we need to find out.â
With that, you both step back into the main room, the previous tensions overshadowed by an unfamiliar fear. The crackling of the fire is drowned out by hurried footsteps and raised voices, the friends agitated by whateverâs happening.
âDid you hear that?â Josh asks, his eyes darting around the room.
You nod, feeling the weight of the unknown pressing down on you. âWe need to stick together,â you suggest a quiet resolve forming between you.
âStay behind me,â he replies, stepping closer as you prepare to confront whatever lurks in the shadows. The night is far from over, and the real challenge has only begun.
Just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, a sudden flash of colour catches your eye. Before you can react, Chris bursts into the hallway, wearing a ridiculous, oversized bathrobe with a floppy hat and fuzzy slippers. He strikes a dramatic pose, grinning widely.
âBehold! The Phantom of the Lodge!â he exclaims, his voice booming as he swings his arms for effect.
You jump back, letting out a surprised yelp. Instinctively, you grab Joshâs arm, clinging to him tightly as your heart races. âOh my God, Chris! You scared me!â
Josh chuckles, his initial shock melting into laughter as he steadies you. âSeriously, man? This is the best you could come up with?â
Chris leans into his performance, spinning around in the robe and throwing his hands up. âWhat? You donât like my haunting style? I thought Iâd bring some fun to this dreary evening!â
You canât help but laugh, the night's tension momentarily dissipating as you release Joshâs arm, albeit reluctantly. âI mean, if the ghost youâre trying to scare is one of my nightmares, then sure, itâs working!â
Josh shakes his head, still smiling. âYou need to get better at hiding, Chris. That was way too easy.â
Chris pretends to be offended, placing a hand over his heart. âEasy? Iâm a master of scare tactics! Just look at my costume!â He twirls again, the robe billowing dramatically around him. âIf I were a real ghost, Iâd have you all quaking in your boots!â
Josh rolls his eyes but canât help but smile at Chrisâs antics. âYou might want to reconsider your career choices, buddy. Youâre more likely to make us laugh than scream.â
The lighthearted banter creates a much-needed distraction, and the tension from earlier seems to fade a bit. You take a deep breath, feeling more at ease, though you still chuckle as Chris prays around in his ridiculous outfit.
âOkay, okay, youâve had your fun,â you say, finally regaining your composure. âBut seriously, letâs focus. We must check on the others and see whatâs happening.â
Chris drops the act, his playful demeanour shifting to concern. âRight, right. I just thought a little laughter would lighten the mood. Things have been pretty intense tonight.â
âYeah, they have,â Josh agrees, his expression turning serious again. âBut letâs get back out there and have some fun.â
As you enter the main room, the lingering echoes of laughter from Chrisâs antics fade into the background, replaced by the familiar tension that still lingers among the group. You glance at Josh, feeling the weight of your unresolved feelings.
âHey, Josh,â you say, lowering your voice to ensure Chris doesnât overhear. âCan we talk for a second? Like⊠about last year?â
Joshâs expression shifts, a mix of curiosity and concern. âSure. What do you want to talk about?â
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âI just⊠I feel like weâve both been avoiding it. Everything that happened before...â
His gaze softens, the vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own. âBefore my sisters disappeared.â
Just then, Chris, standing a few feet away, suddenly perks up. He catches Joshâs eye and raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. âUh, Iâll be waiting over there,â he says, gesturing to a corner of the room. âYou two take your time.â
You canât help but smile at Chrisâs teasing, but Josh rolls his eyes, a hint of embarrassment colouring his cheeks. âThanks, Chris. Weâll try to keep it brief,â he replies, trying to suppress a grin.
As Chris saunters away, you turn back to Josh, feeling a rush of nervous energy. âSo, where do we even start?â you ask, glancing around to ensure no one else is listening.
âI guess we start with the fact that I missed you,â he admits, his voice low and sincere. âWhen everything happened, my only focus was on finding my sisters. But Iâve thought about you a lot and regret not saying anything sooner.â
You feel your heart flutter at his words. âI missed you too. I didnât want to complicate things when you already dealt with so much.â
âI know,â he replies, his expression pained. âAnd I appreciate you allowing me time to heal with my parents. Last year was such a mess. Iâm just glad you had nothing to do with Hannahâs prank,â Josh admits, stepping towards you.
âNever, I could never have anything to do with that,â You say softly, giving him a warm smile.
He nods, his gaze unwavering. âI know. It wouldâve hurt me a lot if you did.â
After a few moments, you poke some fun at the tension lingering from the past. âYou know,â you say playfully, âI couldnât have possibly been part of Hannahâs prank. Thanks to you last year, I was too busy being in a compromising position.â
Josh raises an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. âOh really? Care to elaborate on that?â
You can feel the moment's weight hanging in the air, the tension from earlier dissipating as you lock eyes with Josh. The connection between you feels electric, and for a fleeting moment, the chaos of the lodge fades into the background.
You raise an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto your lips. âAre you trying to charm me, Josh?â
âMaybe,â he replies, leaning slightly closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. âIâve been known to have that effect on people. And honestly, what sane woman could resist it?â
Josh glances back to ensure no one is watching before he reaches out, gently brushing your arm with his hand. âLetâs go upstairs,â he says, his voice low and inviting.
As you both make your way toward the staircase, a voice interrupts your moment. Chris and Ashley round the corner, eyebrows raised in unison.
âHey! Where are you two sneaking off to?â Chris calls out, a teasing grin spreading across his face.
You exchange a glance with Josh; both are caught off guard. âUh, just... checking out the view from upstairs!â you manage to say, attempting to sound casual.
âYeah, you know,â Josh adds quickly, âthe top floor has the best spot for stargazing. I just wanted to make sure we donât miss it.
Ashley leans in, her expression sceptical. âRight. Because you two need alone time for stargazing.â She smirks, clearly not buying it.
Josh nods, his grin still plastered on his face. âYeah, we just want to hang out for a bit. You know how it isâsometimes you need a break from the chaos.â
Chris and Ashley exchange a knowing look, and you canât help but feel your cheeks heat up under their scrutiny. âAll right, all right,â Chris finally concedes, raising his hands in mock surrender. âJust donât do anything I wouldnât do!â
âWouldnât dream of it,â you reply, rolling your eyes, a grin breaking through.
With one last playful eye-roll from Ashley and an exaggerated sigh from Chris, they leave you and Josh standing at the base of the stairs.
You and Josh make your way down the dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of the wind howling outside, barely breaking the heavy silence. The air feels cold against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively lean closer to him, and he responds by wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in a little tighter to keep you warm.
âIs it just me, or does it feel like this place gets colder the further we walk?â you joke, trying to lighten the mood despite the chill.
Josh chuckles softly, glancing down at you. âYeah but donât worry, Iâve got you.â He squeezes you gently, his warmth radiating through his skin, making you feel more at ease.
As you approach his room, the door looks more inviting against the shadows filling the hallway. Josh stops just outside, looking down at you with a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He turns the handle and opens the door, revealing a cozy space with warm lighting, the comforting scent of wood, and something faintly sweet. As he steps inside, you follow him, and he quickly shuts the door behind you, locking it with a soft click.
Once inside, the atmosphere shifts. The hallway's darkness is replaced by the warm glow of a bedside lamp, illuminating the room and casting soft shadows on the walls. It feels intimate and safe here.
Joshâs gaze drops to your lips briefly, and everything shifts in that instant. The air between you crackles with electricity, and before you can process it, he closes the distance, cupping your face gently with his hands.
Time seems to slow as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly as your heart races. And then, his lips find yours, soft and tentative at first, as if testing the waters.
You respond instinctively, leaning into him, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as the tension and unspoken feelings from before surging to the surface. It feels natural as if this moment has been building for far longer than the few minutes youâve been alone. The warmth of his body envelops you, and you lose yourself in the sensation, the world outside fading entirely from your mind.
When you finally pull away, breathless, you look into Joshâs eyes, searching for the same emotions you feel swirling inside you. His cheeks are flushed, and his gazeâs a look of wonder.
Your warmth intensifies as your lips meet again, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, a blend of pent-up emotions and undeniable attraction. Joshâs hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer until thereâs barely any space left between you. The world outside the door fades entirely, leaving only the sound of your heart beating in sync.
You feel excitement as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a newfound hunger. His hands explore your back, fingers brushing against the fabric of your sweater, sending shivers down your spine. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, the kiss growing more heated with each passing second.
"God, I've wanted this for so long," Josh murmurs against your lips, his breath warm and heavy, making your heart race even faster.
"Me too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the thrill of his admission sending a wave of excitement through you. As if sensing your need for more, he deepens the kiss, and you melt into him.
You feel his hands explore your sides, fingers brushing against your skin, igniting every nerve ending. The sensations swirl around you, and you lose yourself in the sweetness of his kiss, his intoxicating taste. Josh pulls you closer, the pressure of his body against yours, heightening the tension. You can feel the heat radiating off him, pulling you in like a magnet. The kiss becomes more frantic and desperate, as if you're afraid of what might happen if you stop.
When you break apart momentarily, Joshâs eyes dark with desire. "I can't believe it took us this long to do this again," he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers through you, and you lean into him, craving more.
Without breaking eye contact, he leans in again, capturing your lips in a soft and demanding kiss. You feel the fire between you intensify, and you sigh softly as you return the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and you can feel his warmth against you, making it hard to think. The world outside ceases to exist; the two of you are wrapped up in this moment.
"Y/N," he murmurs, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, desires flickering in his gaze. He gestures towards your top, tugging at the bottom of it. âCan I?"
Your heart races at the question, but the answer feels instinctual. "Yes," you reply, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions.
With a spark of determination, Josh slides your t-shirt over your head. His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips as he pulls you closer, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He pulls you down with him, guiding you onto his lap.
As you settle onto his lap, the heat between you grows palpable. Josh's hands remain firm on your hips, grounding you in the momentâhis gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, filled with hunger and tenderness.
With a swift movement, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing toned muscles that glisten softly in the dim light. The sight sends a rush of excitement through you, and your breath catches in your throat.
He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I want to see you." The request ignites a thrill of anticipation within you.
Josh's fingers trace the delicate curve of your spine as he gently removes your bra, letting it fall to the floor unnoticed. His gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he takes in the sight of you. The room is quiet except for your joint breaths, each heavier than the last.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers, his voice a low, husky rumble that sends shivers down your spine.
He doesn't wait for a response. Instead, his hands slide around to cup your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You gasp, arching into his touch, your head tilting back instinctively.
"So responsive," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your jawline as he moves closer to your ear. "I love how you react to my touch."
His words tingle your skin, and you can feel the heat pooling between your legs. You want more of his hands, mouth, and more of him. You nod, unable to form words through the haze of desire clouding your mind.
With a wicked grin, Josh shifts his grip, one hand still playing with your nipple while the other slides down to your waistband. He tugs at your leggings, pulling it down your hips until it crumples at your thighs. Your panties are now exposed, and he wastes no time reaching under them, his fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.
"Spread your legs for me," he commands softly, his voice firm but not unkind.
You obey, parting your legs slightly, allowing him better access. His fingers continue their journey upward, dipping just inside the edge of your panties before finding their target. You feel the pad of his index finger glide over your clit, a slow, teasing stroke that makes you bite your lip to stifle a moan.
"Thatâs it," he encourages, adding another finger to circle your clit faster. "Let me hear you."
The combination of his dirty talk and touch pushes you closer to the edge. You try to maintain some semblance of control, but his fingers on your clit have reduced you to a quivering mess. Your breath comes in short gasps, and you can feel the tension building rapidly inside you.
âJoshâŠâ you manage to whisper, your voice cracking as waves of pleasure begin to crest.
He responds by pressing harder, his thumb circling your nipple while his fingers work magic between your legs. The sensations are too intense, and you know you won't last much longer. Your body stiffens, muscles tightening as you feel the familiar rush of an impending orgasm.
"Cum for me," he orders, his voice laced with authority. "Show me how much you like my fingers."
Those words tip you over the edge. A cry escapes your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you, your body trembling with the force of your release. Josh doesn't let up, continuing to stroke you through the aftershocks, ensuring every ounce of pleasure is wrung from your body.
When the tremors finally subside, you collapse against him, weak and breathless. Josh pulls his fingers away, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The look in his eyes tells you this is far from over.
"Now," he says, his voice rough with unspent desire, "it's my turn."
He stands up, lifting you effortlessly and laying you back onto the bed. You watch as he quickly sheds the rest of his clothes, revealing his hard, eager cock. He positions himself between your legs, his hands resting on either side of your head as he hovers above you, maintaining that intense eye contact.
"Tell me what you want," he demands, his tone brooking no refusal.
You bite your lip, considering your answer. The power dynamic has shifted, and you feel thrilled at being under his command. But you also know what you wantâwhat you need.
"I want you inside me," you confess, your voice soft but clear. "Please, Josh."
A smile curves his lips, triumphant and possessive. "Good girl," he murmurs, lowering himself until his cock brushes against your entrance. "This might hurt a little at first. I want you to take every inch."
You nod, understanding the challenge. He slowly pushes forward, stretching you, filling you. The initial sting gives way to a deep, throbbing pleasure as he sinks deeper, inch by agonisingly delicious inch. You clutch at the sheets, trying to anchor yourself as he continues his relentless advance.
"All of it," he growls, his muscles straining as he reaches the hilt. "Take all of me."
You whimper, overwhelmed by the fullness but also by the primal rush of having him entirely inside you. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust, his hands moving to cradle your face as he gazes down at you.
"Are you ready?" he asks, though it sounds more like a statement.
Before you can answer, he pulls out slightly and then thrusts back in, which is more challenging this time. The impact makes your breath hitch, and you can't help but cry out at its intensity. He repeats the motion, each thrust more vigorous than the last, pushing you higher and higher.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he mutters, his voice strained. "So tight."
Your nails dig into his shoulders as you meet his thrusts, your hips rising to greet him. The rhythm builds, becoming more frantic, more desperate. The world narrows down to just the two of you, locked in this primal dance of lust and need.
Suddenly, he changes pace, slowing down just enough to tilt his hips differently. The angle hits a spot deep inside you that makes your vision blur with pleasure. You can feel your second climax approaching, and you cling to him for dear life.
"Josh... I'm close," you gasp, your voice barely audible.
He smiles darkly, taking that as his cue. "Then cum all over me," he says, speeding up again. "Let go."
His words trigger something within you, and you feel the dam break as another powerful orgasm rips through you. Your body convulses beneath him, and you moan his name as you ride out the waves of pleasure.
Josh doesnât stop his thrusts, making them harder and rougher with each stroke. You begin to feel the slick between your legs turn into a gush, tiny droplets of your heat squirting on his pelvis. He slides out and pushes back in, going deeper each time. You feel his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you harder and harder, your slick still flying onto his abdomen. He looks into your eyes with a wicked smirk, his cock never slowing.
âOh god, oh god, oh god,â you mumble, barely coherent.
You feel like youâre on fire, your muscles are so tense they feel like theyâre about to snap, your body is clenching down on him so hard it hurts, and you feel yourself pouring like a waterfall.
Josh suddenly stops and flips you on your side, his body following suit as he lays behind you. You feel his arms wrap around your waist, his chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
âYou know Iâm not kidding when I say youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me,â he whispers into your neck.
You feel him stiffen behind you and realise heâs still inside you. You moan quietly, and he slowly starts to move again. His hands grip your hips, and he picks up the pace, fucking you harder this time. You push back into him, your body desperate for his cock.
âI knewâŠâ he grunts, his movements getting faster and faster. âI knew it the first night we met.â
You gasp at his words and start to feel another orgasm build. His cock hits a different spot inside you this time, and you feel it fill you. You begin to shake and moan as your muscles clench down on him. He lets out a loud groan, and his movements become more erratic.
âIâm gonna cum,â he moans. You feel him pick up the pace and drive himself into you repeatedly. His cock swells inside you, and you feel his hot release cover your walls. His cum floods your pussy as he fucks you through his orgasm. He collapses behind you and pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you and look over your shoulder at him. Heâs watching your pussy with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Josh wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his embrace. âI shouldnât have left you for so long. Iâve been so caught up with Hannah and Beth disappearing⊠but seeing you tonight reminded me of everything Iâve always felt for you.â
You stay silent, waiting to hear his following words. A short while later, you feel him getting up. You roll over onto your back and watch as he walks away, naked and utterly comfortable in his own body. He disappears out the door and returns a minute later, holding a box of tissues and a damp washcloth.
He climbs into bed, pressing the washcloth to your pussy. âI want to take care of you. I want to make sure you feel good.â
âI want to take care of you too, Josh,â You whisper, voice barely above a whisper. Youâre exhausted but relaxed beyond any relaxation youâve ever experienced.
âI love that youâre all fucked out for me,â he says. You smile at him and watch as he tosses the washcloth away and opens the box of tissues.
He pulls out a few and gently wipes his cock clean. He looks up at you as he does it, watching your reaction to him cleaning himself. You feel your body start to get warm, and your nipples perk up at the sight. He smiles as he realises whatâs happening.
âIâm tempted to go for round 2, but I think it would be kind of rude for the house host to disappear for long periods⊠even if itâs to spend time with a super gorgeous woman,â Josh says, throwing the used tissues onto the floor and crawling back into bed with you.
âLetâs lay here for a little while,â You tell him, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to you. He pulls the blankets over both of your naked bodies and comfortably wraps his arms around your body.
âWe can lay here, but not for too long; the others will come busting in here and find us naked,â Josh laughs, playing with the hair strands dangling over your chest.
âFine,â You yawn, feeling yourself slip into a deep slumber, âWeâll only stay for⊠a little⊠while.â
Yawn after yawn, your physical tiredness overtook your awakened state. Slowly, your eyes closed, and your muscles relaxed into the comfort of Joshâs mattress.
âIâm glad youâre here,â Josh whispers into your ear, unaware of your sleeping state. He hears a slight, feminine-sounding snore and peers over your body, observing your half-open mouth and closed eyes.
Kissing you on the forehead, Josh slowly gets out of bed and gets dressed. He has big plans for tonight, sadistic, messed-up plans⊠and he wanted you to have no part in it.
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I am so prepared to write copious amounts of porn about Joshua Washington the second this remake drops.
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JOSH WASHINTON P LINKS
18+ !!!
hey porn stars! you're gonna need these...
heres some steamy twitter links for josh.. hehe
you must be logged into twitter for these to work!
perv! josh recording you while yall do it... for something to look back on later when you leave him for night;) my freaky with the camera.. always
virgin!reader and experinced josh, he always teases you for being so innocent so of course he has to tease before yall do it
you and josh finally get some time to yourselves away from everyone and go to the guest cabin... he likes when ur on top sometimes so later he can thrust into you and catch you off guard
josh yet again teasing innocent reader, maybe they sleep in the same bed at camp and nothing really happened but huge hints were made and then you two wake up with his cock rubbing you in your panties
josh and innocent reader again.. i love this trope
josh after he caught you flirting with mike and has to put you back in your place
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i couldn't find any with a mask but if anyone finds any, send them my way and i'll add it!
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Hi đ„ș I had a dream that I really want into a fic but Iâm so ass at writing but the dream was basically Josh and Y/N are a couple through the death of the sisters and when they go back the next year Y/N is pregnant and trying to tell Josh but half way through his prank he finds out (I donât remember how) and ta-da I wake up!
If youâre not comfortable writing this itâs ok! Just ignore my ask :) â€ïž
[note: omg! We had the same dream!]
Josh Washington x F!Reader
A/n; no use of y/n
Warning: mentions of pregnancy: slight angst: fear for life
You nervously stared at the positive pregnancy test while sitting on Joshâs bed in the lodge, tapping your foot against the floor and biting down on your lower lip. Unsure of how you are going to tell Josh the news. You weren't that far along not even showing yet, but you were pregnant. Three weeks in fact.
The sound of footsteps coming up the steps made you shove the pregnancy test into your pocket, acting as if nothing was happening. You looked up, seeing your boyfriend Josh walking into the room to sit beside you. âWhatâre you doing up here all by yourself?â asked Josh, as sat down beside you.
âNothing.â
âNothing, that doesnât sound very funâ he said.
He moves closer, putting an arm around your shoulder. "I was thinking we should heat up some of those frozen pizzas you brought," he says, rubbing your arm.
âThrow ourselves a little party, " he says, placing his hand on your thigh. You turn to look at him and smile, seeing the smirk on his face. After that, " he leaned closer, closing the gap between you. You gasped quietly, feeling his lips against yours.
"Mm, you've got the whole night planned out don't you?" You asked, looking at him. He put an arm around your waist, keeping you from laying down on the bed. "You could say that." He grinned, planting another kiss on your lips.
"Why?"
"Are you pregnant?" he asked, You froze and bit your lip. âAhh.â you said nervously. âIm just joking with you.â he said, kissing you on the lips.
"I would love to start a family with you," he said, holding your hand and gently rubbing it with his thumb. You smiled as you looked at him.
âI can see a little you or little me running around,â He said smiling at the thought.
Your heart skipped a beat hearing his words, âJosh, I-Iâm-â but you were interrupted, by a knock at the doorway. You two turned around and saw Sam standing there, âAm I interrupting something?â asked Sam, and you pulled away and shook your head.
âN-No, we were only talking.â You said. She looks at you not convinced for a moment then turns towards Josh, âHey Josh. No hot water's kinda major oversight doncha think...?â asked Sam, looking at him and her.
âYeah yeah, just gotta fire up the boiler. It's in the basement.â said Josh, as he he then returned his gaze back to you.
He planted a kiss on your lips. "Let's finish this when I get back, okay?" he said as he pulled away. He went with Sam downstairs to the basement to turn on the boiler, leaving you all alone.
â-âââ
You sat there on the bed staring at the pregnancy test, and then your stomach grumbled. You pouted, frozen pizza sounded really good right now. Placing the pregnancy test on the night stand, you got up and made your way downstairs.
As you made your way downstairs you noticed Chris and Ashley, talking by the kitchen door. âWhats going on, whereâs Josh?â You asked, looking down at them.
As if on cue you heard Joshâs screams coming from the kitchen, as the door rattled. âJosh!â You cried out, rushing down the stairs.
Trying to open the door hearing his screams, but the door wouldnât budge. âCome on!â You groaned.
âJosh!â Ashely called out, and as she touched the door she was pulled inside. The door slamming behind her, âAsh! Josh!â You and Chris called out fearfully, as you tried to get the door open. Once the door opened you and Chris were met face to face, with a psychopath wearing a mask. Before you could do anything, the psycho had punched Chris in the face knocking him unconscious.
Leaving only you.
Your eyes widened as you backed away, turning to run. You didnât get far the psychopath pulling you back wrapping his arms around you and placing a cloth over your nose.
Your vision blurred as you struggled against his strong grasp, feeling the rough texture of the cloth covering your mouth as you desperately tried to pull it off. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your surroundings as you fought to stay conscious.
You whimpered in fear and desperation, your body growing weaker as you struggled against his overpowering hold. Finally, your strength failed, and your body went limp in his arms.
He shifted your body placing an arm underneath your thighs and another, on your back. Carrying you bridal style. Walking up the stairs quietly, he entered his room. Placing you on the bed carefully.
He knelt down and brushed his fingers against your cheeks, causing you to shift. He was about to get up and leave to begin the next phase of his prank, but something on the nightstand caught his eye.
Picking up the plastic link that stuck his arms to his side, he looked back and forth between you and the positive pregnancy test. Why didn't you tell him? Were you nervous? Scared? Worried he'd be angry at you?
He could never be upset with you for being pregnant. He wanted to wake you up and twirl you around in his arms. But he was in too deep; he couldn't stop now, could he?
[a/n: sorry for the wait with this one also the abrupt ending. Josh basically didnât mean for u to be there the same time Chris and Ashley were]
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josh washington and bondage . . .
warnings : bondage, overstim, vocal!josh, sub!josh (may be a hot take..)
got this request, thought about that one scene where mike has josh pinned down and josh makes a little noise đ«Ł i just rambled here im feral for this man
imagine josh asking you to try bondage, heâs so cocky about it. tossing in his classic flirtatious comments and riling you up by talking about how pretty ropes would look against his skin. his confidence and how he speaks would make you think he takes control, but i feel like heâd enjoy letting go.. letting someone else steer him right.
the idea of giving you so much control over him has his head swimming in the best way. he doesnât mind the slight burn when he yanks against the ropes when youâre tipping him over the edge over and over. you look so pretty on top of him, looking at him so condescendingly sweet. contrasting with the harsh movements of your thumb against his tip.
his pretty noises fill the air in the middle of his protests. he wiggles against the restraints and begs you to slow down, have pity on him. all the while his hips are bucking into your hand, and if you listen heâll plead for you to touch him again.
donât get me started on you finally taking him into your mouth. making him cum so many times, making a mess of your hand and the sheets.. and when he finally catches his breath youâre sucking him in and his pretty, big eyes are rolling back.
i want him a normal amount.
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Of Butterflies and Consequences: An Until Dawn Interactive Fanfiction:
PROLOGUE NOW POSTED
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Masterlist and How to play
(my main masterlist)
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Hello!!! Welcome to this fic!
This fic will be Josh x Reader
Ever read a choose your own adventure book? Or played one of Markiplier's games? This is just like that!
Just like the game there will be different stories and endings you can get
There will be a total of 10 chapters (11 if you include the prologue) and I will be doing my best to align them with the chapters in the game
When I drop an update I will be dropping an entire chapter at once so you can play a whole chapter seamlessly!
Speaking of updates you will have to bear with me and the time between updates because I will have to plan out entire chapters with multiple different storylines all at once
If you happen to be stalking me and see a new post right as it is posted but can't find the rest of the chapter or the links aren't working please give me a few minutes because I will have to link everything together after it is posted
Since the original game also has different stories you can follow based on the choices others make I will be choosing some of the options for others.
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How to Play
The prologue and chapter one will only have one beginning Most other chapters will have more than one beginning though that will depend on your choices and how you ended the last chapter If you can't remember or find the beginning you are supposed to start on I will be linking them all below as each chapter is posted If your problem is being unable to remember which beginning you need to start on then the best option would to be to go through the route you played real fast and once you reach the last post there will be a link to the next chapter once it is posted (lmk if that doesn't make sense) Other than that every post with a choice will end with two links that will take you the choice you made. Please let me know if a link takes you to the wrong post. Every post will be titled the same as the choice you just chose. (see the prologue as an example once it is posted)
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Masterlist
Prologue
Chapter #1
Chapter #2 - Beginning #1 - Beginning #2
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And that's it so far! Today is 10/20/24 and I will likely be posting the prologue sometime this week! If you have any questions regarding the plot or anything else feel free to send them in! If you have any suggestions for the plot please send those too! Just know I have some of this planned out already so I may not take your suggestion but I appreciate it anyway!! Any likes, reblogs, comments, fanart, whatever you want is greatly appreciated!!
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Grow Up, Would You? [Josh Washington]
âI donât know if youâve changed any since middle school but I really hope youâve learned the difference between pranking somebody and just being a fucking bully.â
You can also find this story on Ao3!
Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three
[CHAPTER TWO]
CW: Marijuanna use
âChris, Iâm not so sure about this,â I mumble, crossing my arms as I follow my cousin down the forest trail. âThings are just going to get super awkward.â
âThen just⊠donât talk to him. Canât be that hard, right?â Chris responds. I can tell that he knows as well as I do that Josh himself would do whatever it takes to get under my skin in any given circumstance.
âItâs his house,â I retort.
âItâs Hannahâs get together,â he replies. âShe knows how you guys are, hopefully sheâll get him off your ass.â I say nothing. "Just..." Chris stops walking and turns around to look me in the eyes.
"What?"
"Just please try to get along?" He asks. His expression is serious and pleading. I sigh, heavily. Why wasn't he on my side? Why can't Josh try to get along with me?
"Sure, Chris," I relent. "I'll... do my best." Chris smiles at me appreciatively and continues down the trail. I hate this. I don't want to be walked over, I don't want to be the doormat or the verbal punching bag for whoever was in a bad mood that day - especially Josh's. But I didn't want to ruin everybody else's good mood, either. If no one else sees a problem, why am I so upset?
The autumn trees towered above us, providing shelter from the warm sun â although some warmth would be appreciated as the temperatures dropped lower by the day. Iâd only been to the Washington house before for some rager of a graduation party, when the sky was dark. With the sun, however, the gorgeous forest could make me almost forget I was on a death march to the lair of my enemy.
Chris and I finally make it to the porch of the Washington home. He turns to me, as if to say âafter you!â I hold my arms tighter to my body and shake my head. So, after a roll of the eyes, he knocks. Thereâs a muffled call from the other side to let us know someone was coming to let us in. Just my luck, Joshua opens the door.
âWhat are you, Chris, a vampire? Gotta be invited in, now?â Josh jokes, a wide grin on his face.
âIâm with Jordan,â Chris says, as if clarifying. Josh looks over Chrisâs shoulder to see me. I swear I see his smile widen, and I can only think that canât be good.
âYou can leave her outside, Chris, no worries,â Josh snickers as he steps aside, holding open the door for Chris and I. As I walk past, I nod and offer a gentle thanks. âYouâre welcome, pet.â Immediately, Chris sighs as if he knows whats coming. He knows I want to say something â but the guilt I feel in my chest for ruining every good mood keeps me from speaking. Instead, I just give him a hurt, frustrated look.
Josh seems surprised. Next to the shock, though, is a flash of an emotion I canât quite catch. Itâs Josh, however. So I didnât much care. I walked into the living room, where everyone else was waiting. Hannah stands up and hurries to greet me, walking straight past Chris to pull me into a hug.
âAhh, thank you for coming! Iâm glad you could make it!â
âOh, uhm, thank you!â I pause. âFor inviting me, I mean. You have a lovely home.â I give an awkward bow, staring wide-eyed at the floor. Youâre so fucking weird, what are you doing?! I scold myself. I know theyâre thinking it, too, but I once again push the negative thoughts away.
âWeâre gonna head down to the basement,â Hannah says, smiling as if I hadnât just made the most awkward air possible. âDo you smoke?â Iâm taken by surprise. Chris, Josh, and everyone else walks past Hannah and I and towards the stairs.
âSmoke?â I repeat. âWhat, like, weed?â Hannah giggles.
âYes, like, weed,â she says.
âYeah, sometimes. Not often, though.â
âGreat! We have weed.â
âSounds⊠good.â A part of me is relieved. Maybe with something in my system Iâll be able to relax for once. Especially around Josh. I feel a burning anger in my chest at just the thought of him. Hannah takes my hand firmly and begins to lead me to the stairs the others had gone down. I make a mental note that the twins both really seem to like holding hands. Not that I minded. It just wasnât that common for someone to take your hand in theirs when showing you around their house.
We get to the basement, and itâs noticeably colder. And massive. My eyebrows raise as I look around the room. Thereâs a huge TV mounted on the wall, a large circular wooden table in the middle of the room on a round, purple rug. Around the table for seating were two L couches, and on the couches were Hannahâs friends. Not everyone, though.
Matt, Sam, and Jess were missing, leaving just Ashley, Mike, and his girlfriend Emily, who was casually sitting on his lap. Next to Mike and Emily, Chris unsurprisingly had sat next to Ashley, leaving the other couch to Hannah, Beth, Joshua and I. For a moment I wondered if this could be some kind of set up. Hannah quickly left my side to sit next to Beth on the furthest end of the couch. On the other side was, of course, Joshua, rolling a joint. And, of course, the only open seat was next to him.
And he knew it.
I didnât want to be rude or, again, make things awkward. And so, I sat next to Joshua Washington. Itâs here, watching him focused on something that I suddenly realize how tired he looks. The underside of his eyes were dark, as if he hadnât gotten a good nightâs sleep in days.
âLike what you see?â Josh smiles, eyebrows raised. I frown in response.
âNo.â I immediately regret this as the vibe is instantly brought down by my rude answer. âI mean, like, not NO, but I just mean I didnât -â
âCalm down, girl, Iâm just⊠just JOSHING ya,â he laughs. I roll my eyes but I canât help the small smile that hints at my face. Joshâs head snapped to his sisters, mouth wide open in a smile as if he canât believe I was capable of anything but a straight face or a frown. âI made her smile!â He whisper yells. I hate it, but it makes it harder to keep the smile down. Somehow I manage not to fully grin.
âAlright, you first, Mike,â Josh says, handing the dark haired boy the joint. Mike takes a long drag and shotguns it to Emily. My lip twitches, threatening to make an obvious sneer at the strong PDA.
âOhh, spicey,â I hear Josh laugh. âChris and Ashley next.â Ashley and Chris immediately chime in in a chorus of noâs. Chris takes the joint and takes a hit. I notice his hands are shaking. The idea of his lips so close to Ashleyâs is more than it appears he can take. I can hear Josh continue to laugh to himself as Ashley is handed the joint.
âSo, whatâs the plan for the winter this year?â Beth says, her face shining with excitement. âAre you guys coming?â Mike and Emily look away from each other, their teasing and giggling cut short by Bethâs question. Despite the unhappy look on Emilyâs face, she answers. Ashley passes the joint to Hannah.
âWouldnât miss it for the world, hon,â she smiles, but it looks forced and sarcastic, even. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as to why sheâs here â and why does she keep getting invited? Mike nods next to her, a smile on his handsome face. He seems much more laid back and agreeable than his girlfriend, who I notice is looking me up and down. âDo you have a problem or something, weird girl?â Iâm taken aback at the sudden confrontation and I sit up straight. My heart begins to pound. Hannah passes the joint to Beth.
âNo, I donât. I was just -â
âStaring at me like some sort of creep? Yeah, I saw. I saw you look at my man, too. Whatâs up? You want him?â
âWhat? No, I -â
âYou canât have him. So eyes off, bitch.â I clench my jaw, hard. I swear I almost cracked a tooth.
"Emily -" Mike starts, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration and embarrassment. He shoots me a worried, apologetic look.
"No, it's fine," I say, staring Emily directly in the eyes. As I expected, she takes it as a challenge. "I looked at you, yeah. When you're sucking face like that it's hard to ignore." Beth passes the joint to Josh.
"Well, keep looking." Emily hisses, throwing her arms around Mike and holding his neck tightly. I wonder if he can breathe. I clear my throat and look up at Chris. His eyes are already a bit droopier, but through his mild high he still looks back at me with a sort of pity and embarrassment that I just can't stand.
Josh hands me the joint.
"Go on, take a big drag, babydoll," Josh grins at me. I frown at him. He did nothing wrong, but I still can't help but feel like he's making fun of me in some way. Still, I ignore the nickname. I know he's just trying to get under my skin, yet I can feel the tips of my ears heat up in embarrassment. I side-eye Josh as I put the blunt in between my lips. He's staring at me as if he's studying me, his ever present smile missing from his face, eyes half closed. He couldn't be high that quickly, could he?
As he suggested, I take a long drag, adding a bit of 'coolness' by French inhaling.
"Oh, so cool, I've never seen that before," Emily says sarcastically. I ignore her as I pass the weed back to Mike. Mike doesn't look at me as he takes it, instead glaring at Emily. I can tell he's embarrassed by her cruelty.
I don't hate Mike. He's never been my favorite person in the world, but he's never done anything to me or that I've seen that could make me dislike him other than his habit of... Well, women. However, I could tell that despite her attitude Mike saw something beneath that and really did care about Emily. He was handsome, I could never deny that. Thick, dark hair and brown eyes, a chiseled jaw and a decent body to match. The more time I spent near him the more I understood that he really wasn't a stereotypical 'high school hot guy.' Mr. Class President. He locks eyes with me and gives me an awkward smile. I can sense an apology in his expression. I want to return a look, but I quicky shift my gaze before Emily catches on to the telepathic conversation.
As we continue the rotation, the conversation of their winter plans continues on. I listen, but I don't contribute due to my lack of invitation. I look around me, and everyone looks happy and content. I can feel my own high start to creep up under my eyes, and I can't help but smile to myself. It was pleasant. Even though these were people I didn't yet consider friends outside of Chris, Beth, and Hannah, I didn't feel completely out of place in this moment. I felt content for the first time in a long time.
An hour passes.
"Hey, I'm sorry, where's your bathroom?" I ask. I start to think I might be greening out and I needed a moment to myself. Josh turns to me, a dopey grin on his face.
"The bathroom?" He asks. I smile back at him.
"Yeah, the bathroom."
"What for?" Josh scoots closer as if to hear me better.
"I'm getting anxious, I think," I admit. This surprises me. Why would I tell Josh I'm anxious? So he can make it worse? Instead of poking fun at me and telling everyone to look, his smile fades slightly and his eyebrows twitch in what looks like concern.
"Anxious? Are you ok?"
"I'm greening," I say, widening my eyes for a moment to exaggerate. Josh takes my hand.
"I will escort you to the bathroom," he says, standing up. "It's kind of a maze, this house." He's smiling at me. Even under the influence I can't help but search for any sign of malicious intent. My anxiety spikes further. What does he have planned?
"Can't you just tell me how to get there?" I ask, though I stand with him anyway.
"Yeah, but you'll get lost."
"Joshua Washington," Hannah starts, her tone that of a parent warning their child. "You better not upset her or I swear..."
"Yeah!" Beth chimes in.
"Awe, guys, give me a chance! Give me a chance..." He trails off, beginning to lead me to the stairs, still holding my hand. When we're further away, I inform him that my hand was still in his. "Oh, can I just keep holding it? Your hands are just so soft." I say nothing. How do I respond to that? Is this some sort of joke?
"Your hands are calloused," is all I can muster.
"Oh, man, is that bad?"
"No."
We stand in front of a door. I assume it's the bathroom but I can't think clearly. Josh just stares at me. I ask him if this is the bathroom. He says nothing. He's expressionless.
"You seem anxious around me, do I make you anxious?"
"Is this the bathroom?" I ask. Silence. My heart is pounding. What is he trying to do? Embarrass me? He's staring into my very being. Of course he makes me anxious.
"...yeah." He steps aside, opening the door for me. He suddenly seems sober. I feel a pang of guilt as I walk past him and into the bathroom. Why? I stare at myself in the mirror, studying my own features. I'm not wearing any makeup, but I kind of wish I did. Maybe some mascara, or something. My cheeks and the tips of my ears were a light red, my flustered state obvious. As I observe myself, my mind wanders to the people out there, in the basement. Chris seems to really enjoy their company. Outside of Emily and Josh, I do too. Yet I still can't help but question it all.
Did they see me as a charity case? They never invited me to anything before, no texts after I'd moved. The friendship or my classmates was utterly and completely out of nowhere. Why did Beth and Hannah invite me? My pupils are dilated. I look tired. My eyes water. Will I be invited again? I think I hope so.
A knock on the door makes me jump.
"Are you ok in there?"
"It's been like, 10 seconds."
"It's been like, 10 minutes, J." Had it really been that long? There was no way. J? I find myself wondering where such a familiar sounding nickname came from.
"Are you timing me?" I ask.
"No," he answers. "I'm not." A beat of silence.
"Have you been waiting for me this whole time?" Josh doesn't answer. After a moment of silence, he knocks again.
"Are you ok in there?" I roll my eyes and sigh in frustration, opening the door and stepping out. Well, trying to. Josh is standing directly in the opening and I bump into him, hard, but he doesn't stumble. He grabs both my shoulders as if to hold me still, keep me from falling over. I only notice now he's taller than me by a few inches, my eyes in line with his mouth.
"Yeah," I say, frozen in place. He's touching me
Why is he touching me? Why? His grip loosens, noticing how tense I am.
"You were just in there for a while, and," he paused, taking a step back. "I dunno, sometimes people cry at get togethers or whatever." I chew on my lower lip. I had almost cried. "It would've been a major bummer, or whatever."
"Do I look like I was crying?"
"Yes." I'm taken aback, lifting my hands to my face. Sure enough, my cheeks are wet with what can only be tears.
"How would - how would you know?" Now it's his turn to be embarrassed. He takes another step back from me as he looks at the wall to my left, shifting his weight. Is he nervous?
"...I've seen you cry a lot."
"Oh. Right." The silence is deafening. "Let's go back downstairs." I wipe my face dry with the sleeves of my sweater. "Thanks for showing me where the bathroom is." I try to change the subject. He says nothing, only offering me a nod this time. He doesn't take my hand.
"Next time you're on your own." He huffs, turning on his heel and walking quickly away from me and back towards the basement. I'm taken aback by the sudden shift in attitude but I bite my tongue. I promised Chris I would do my best to get along with Josh, and I intended to keep it. But damn was it difficult.
Back into the basement, Josh is already sat and smoking. I furrow my eyebrows. Did he have to be high to tolerate my presence? I shake the thought from my head and take my place next to him. He shifts, scooting slightly further away from me. My chest fills with a deep, rumbling anger, and I grip the sides of the couch tightly. I didn't do anything to him.
"You'll be coming, right, Jordan?" Beth asks. I snap out of my thoughts and lean forward to see her over her brother, who stiffens.
"What? Coming to what?" I ask. Beth smiles and rolls her eyes playfully. I can hear Emily snicker and Mike sigh at her in mild frustration, saying her name as if in a warning - again. Chris is watching Josh, his eyes seemingly scanning for something.
"Our parents own a lodge up on a mountain," Hannah answers for Beth. "In the winter we all spend a few days up there. No parents, if you were wondering."
"And you're invited," Beth butts in. "It would be rude of us to talk about it so much in front of you if we didn't plan on taking you along." I'm passed the blunt, but I don't hit it this time. I'm high enough.
"Uh, well, I don't know," I start, chewing at my bottom lip. I glance at Josh, who is staring at me intensely. The sudden eye contact kind of freaks me out. I look at Chris, who shrugs at me, his expression wide eyed and clueless. Emily rolls her eyes, and the twins look at me expectantly. "I... I don't think I would be any fun." My heart pounds. I don't want to spend time trapped on a mountain for days near Joshua Washington. I would expect to wake up one morning with my mattress somehow moved outside as a "joke."
"What? Why?"
"I'm just not a partier." I gulp. I look again at Chris. I can't tell what he's thinking. Does he want me to come? Does he think I'll ruin it for him? For everyone?
I think I would.
"Jordan, please. Just think about it?" Hannah pleads, standing up from her place on the couch to crouch down in front of me like a parent talking to their child. I can feel Josh's gaze boring into me, telling me I'd better not dare to say yes. My eyes snap to his, my head unmoving.
If you come to the lodge I will make your life hell.
The anger in me bubbles and burns to the point of pain, my jaw clenching. I can't help but think about how many times I'd missed out on something because Joshua Washington would be there or even nearby. How many tears have I shed over this asshole? And now what? Now he thought he could control me?
"Jordan?" Hannah repeats. I know she can see the staring battle between Josh and I.
"You know what, Hannah?" I start. Something in Josh's expression changes. The warning is still there, but now there's something else. Shock? Admiration?
"Yeah?" Hannah starts to smile, though there's a hint of nervousness to it. I wonder if regret ever creeped into her head.
Fear?
I don't know. But I know I'm done with agreeing to be put down and pushed around for the comfort of others. If Joshua Washington wanted a battle he sure as hell would get one, though this time there was no winning for him. I'm not laying down anymore. I turn my head so I'm fully facing him. His expression shifts further towards surprise and realization that something was different.
"I'll be there."
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"Summer nights like this had a way of unfolding secrets. The kind of nights when the air hung heavy with pine and smoke, the moon glinting like a shy voyeur against the rippling surface of the lake. This wasnât your first time at the Washington family cabin, but it was the first time that everything felt different. No parents. No rules. And, worst of all, no escape from the fact that Josh Washington was here, and he wasnât yours."
summary: Your best friend invites you to their annual summer trip to the family cabin in the mountainsâsomething you've done before. But this year is different: no parents. After years of secretly harboring feelings for your best friendâs brother, Josh, you decide this is the perfect chance to finally confess.
tags: best friend's brother!joshua washington x f!reader, childhood crush, both josh and reader like each other but act oblivious (josh more than reader), reader is low key obsessed with josh, minor age gap, alternative universe where Hannah and Beth are still alive, some angst, p in v (protected), virginity loss (reader), kind of fluff, josh talks you through it (yummy!!), fingering (f receiving), idiots in love đ«¶đ»
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7th grade. That was when you stopped thinking of Josh Washington as just Hannahâs annoying older brother. Between the way he stayed behind after soccer practice to teach you how to kick a penalty and the smirk he threw over his shoulder, like he knew you were watching him. The first time when you actually considered Josh not being a jerk like other boys. In 9th grade, he became the hottest guy you had ever met. or maybe you just got so used to his face that you didn't want to look at other boys. Fast forward to now, you're starting college in one month, and things have changed in a way. maybe for the worstă
Ą because he's all you can think about.
âYouâre staring again.â Hannahâs voice snaps you out of your daze. Sheâs grinning, nudging your ribs as the two of you sit on the couch in the cabin. âYouâre so obvious.â You blink and turn toward her, cheeks heating. âIâI wasnât staring!â
âOh, you were,â she teases, popping a chip into her mouth. âWhat is it this time? The hair? The jawline? Or did you finally notice his arms? I mean, have you seen him chop firewood? Thatâs peak Josh.â
âHannah!â You hiss, smacking her arm. She only laughs, and you canât help but roll your eyes. But sheâs not wrong. Somewhere between your senior year of high school and now, Josh had gone from the boy who made stupid puns to the man who could take your breath away just by walking into a room. Unfortunately, it seems like he doesnât notice.
âStill no move, huh?â Hannah says, lowering her voice. âYouâre not seriously going to spend another summer in silent agony, are you?â You sigh. âWhat am I supposed to say? âHey, Josh, remember me? The girl who used to wear braces and cried when I lost my retainer? Cool. Wanna make out?ââ Hannah snorts so loudly that Beth, sitting nearby with her book, looks over with a frown. âWhat are you two laughing about now?â
âNothing,â you and Hannah say in unison, though sheâs still stifling giggles. Beth looks at you both, arching a brow. âSure,â she says, clearly unconvinced, but she doesnât push. She returns to her book, leaving you free to squirm under Hannahâs knowing gaze.
Josh doesnât stick around to witness your humiliation. Heâs already disappeared into the kitchen, and the sound of the fridge opening and the clinking of bottles is the only thing tethering you to the moment. âDo something this trip,â Hannah murmurs, leaning close so Beth doesnât overhear. âSeriously. Youâve been mooning over him since forever. And nowââ she waves a hand at the open windows, the twilight stretching wide like a stageââthis is your moment.â
âHannah, itâs not like that,â you say, but even you donât believe it. Not when your heart skips every time Josh is within ten feet of you. âItâs exactly like that,â she shoots back, voice low but insistent. âHe likes you, too, you know.â You look at her sharply. âWhat?â
âOh, donât give me that face,â Hannah says, rolling her eyes. âIâve seen the way he looks at you. Heâs just... Josh. Oblivious as hell.â
Youâre about to argue, to tell her sheâs wrong, that thereâs no way Joshua Washingtonâ carefree, clever, confident Josh, could ever see you like that. But before you can, his voice carries from the kitchen. âYou two plotting something?â Your breath hitches, and Hannah, ever the instigator, grins. âMaybe,â she calls back. Josh reappears, beer in hand, and leans against the doorway. His green eyes flick between the two of you, and for a moment, you swear they linger on you. âWell, donât blow up the cabin,â he says with a crooked smile before heading out onto the porch.
That night, the cabin settled into quiet. Beth retires early, Hannah tucked away in the room youâre sharing, and yet you canât sleep. Your thoughts swirlâimages of Joshâs hands, the way his eyes looked into yours, his voice, smooth and teasing, the way his smile felt like a hook tugging you somewhere you shouldnât want to go.
The room feels suffocating, the summer heat pressing against your skin. You slip out of bed as quietly as you can, grabbing a towel and slipping into your swimsuit. The lake isnât far. Youâve been there a hundred times before, but tonight, it feels like itâs waiting just for you. The water is cold when you first step in, but itâs a welcome relief, a shock that clears your head. You wade in deeper, letting the towel drop onto the shore, and soon, the swimsuit feels like too much. You hesitate, glancing back toward the cabin, but itâs silent and still. âJust you and the lake,â you whisper to yourself. The swimsuit peels away, and the water envelops you like a second skin. You float, staring up at the sky, letting the cool liquid carry the weight of your thoughts.
But then a voice shatters the stillness.
âDidnât take you for a midnight swimmer.â
You jolt, water sloshing as you whirl toward the shore. Josh is standing there, hands in his pockets, his head cocked in that infuriatingly casual way he always manages. âJosh!â You shriek, sinking deeper into the water. âWhat are you doing out here?â
âI could ask you the same thing,â he says, stepping closer to the waterâs edge. âCouldnât sleep?â
âSomething like that,â you mutter, your cheeks burning even as the water cools your skin. His eyes sweep over the lake, lingering just long enough to make your heart race. âYou always were full of surprises,â he says softly, almost to himself. âAre you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you joining?â you ask before you can think better of it. The question hangs in the air, bold and daring, and for a moment, you think youâve scared him off. But then he grins.
âAlright.â
You watch, half in awe, as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the toned lines of his chest and the faint trail of scars along his ribs. He doesnât stop there, shucking off his jeans until heâs left in his boxers.
The water ripples as he drops in, and suddenly, heâs closer than you expected, the space between you charged with something you canât quite name. âThis is nice,â he says, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. You nod, the words caught in your throat. âDo you ever feel like...â He trails off, his gaze fixed on the horizon. âLike thereâs something just out of reach? Like you want to grab it, but youâre scared of what happens if you do?â
Your heart thuds. âAll the time.â His gaze shifts to you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think heâs going to say somethingâsomething that will change everything. Instead, he leans back, letting himself float. âGood thing weâve got the whole summer,â he murmurs.
Youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or himself. But one thing is clear: youâll spend every moment of this summer trying to pull him closer.
The next morning, the cabin feels alive with the quiet rustle of summer. Birds trill in the trees, and sunlight pours through the open windows, a golden invitation to start the day. Hannah is already on the deck with a cup of coffee, scrolling on her phone when you step out. âYouâre up early,â she says, not looking up. You shrug, trying to hide how restless youâd been all night after what happened at the lake. âCouldnât sleep.â
She raises a brow but doesnât press. âJosh is down at the dock,â she says, nodding toward the lake. âProbably sulking. You know how he gets.â
You hesitate. âWhyâs he sulking?â
She snorts. âBecause the rest of the group isnât getting here until tomorrow. Youâd think one day without his entourage wouldnât kill him.â You glance toward the lake. the memory of last night. Joshâs quiet words, the way the moonlight danced in his eyes, it's still fresh in your mind. âYou should go,â Hannah says, smirking now. âCheer him up. Or stare at him some more. Whatever works.â
âHannah!â But sheâs already gone, slipping back into the cabin and leaving you with no choice but to head toward the dock.
Josh is sitting on the edge of the wooden dock, his feet dangling in the water. The air smells like cedar and the faint tang of sunscreen. for a moment, you almost turn back. But then he glances over his shoulder and sees you. âMorning,â he says, his voice softer than usual. âHey,â you say, stepping onto the dock and sitting a few feet away. For a while, neither of you speak. The lake stretches out before you, endless and still, and it feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you.
âBig day ahead of us,â Josh says eventually, his tone laced with sarcasm. âYeah,â you reply, matching his smile. âSo many exciting activities. Staring at trees. Staring at water. Staring at each other.â He laughs, and the sound is warm and unexpected. âCareful. I might think youâre obsessed with me.â Your stomach flips, but you keep your voice light. âWho says Iâm not?â
Josh looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a second, you wonder if youâve said too much. But instead of teasing, his expression softens. âI donât get you sometimes,â he says quietly.
âWhat do you mean?â He shrugs, kicking at the water. âYouâre just...different. Not like everyone else.â oh boy. âGood different or bad different?â you ask, your heart in your throat. Josh doesnât answer right away. His gaze shifts to the endless forest, and when he finally speaks, his voice pangs through you.
âGood,â he says. "Definitely good.â
The rest of the day is a blur of lazy activitiesâhelping Beth organize the kitchen, listening to Hannahâs playlist on the deck, and avoiding Josh just enough to keep your heart from imploding. By sunset, the air is thick with the anticipation of the groupâs arrival tomorrow. Hannah flops onto the couch beside you, phone in hand. âSam says theyâre leaving first thing in the morning,â she says. âSo, enjoy the quiet while it lasts.â
âQuiet?â Beth calls from the kitchen, laughing. âHave you met us?â Hannah rolls her eyes. âYou know what I mean. Tomorrow itâs going to be chaos. Jess and Emily bickering, Chris and Ashley pretending theyâre not totally in love, Matt trying to keep the peace...and then thereâs Josh.â
âWhat about Josh?â You ask before you can stop yourself. Hannah gives you a look. âYou tell me.â
That night, you find yourself back at the lake, drawn by the same restless energy that kept you up the night before. You donât plan on skinny dipping againâit feels too risky with everyone aroundâbut the water calls to you anyway, soothing and eternal.
And maybe, just maybe, Josh feels the same right now.
Youâre sitting on the shore, toes dipping into the cool water when you hear footsteps behind you. âCouldnât sleep again?â You donât have to turn around to know itâs him. âI could say the same to you,â you reply, glancing back. Josh sits beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, and the warmth of him is enough to set your skin buzzing. âItâs weird, isnât it?â he says after a while.
âWhat is?â
âBeing back here. Without... you know. Adults. Rules.â You nod, the weight of his words settling over you. âFeels different.â
âYeah,â he says, his voice quieter now. âMakes you think about stuff.â
âLike what?â you ask, heart pounding.
Josh doesnât answer right away. Instead, he picks up a stone and skips it across the water. One, two, three perfect skips before it sinks. âLike what happens next,â he says finally. âFor all of us. Feels like everythingâs about to change.â
You donât know what to say to that. So, instead, you reach for your own stone, throwing it as hard as you can. It skips once before plunking into the water. âGuess Iâll just have to stick around and figure it out,â you say, keeping your voice light.
Josh looks at you, his eyes shadowed and searching, and for a moment, you think heâs going to say something. what you want to hear, maybe. something important. But instead, he smiles, that same lopsided grin thatâs been haunting your dreams for years. âGood,â he says.
âIâd miss you otherwise.â
The cabin feels too small the moment the others arrive. Itâs a blur of bodies, laughter, and chaos as the others spill into the space, dragging in bags, cooler boxes, and enough energy to wake the dead. Itâs not that you mind themâyouâve known most of Joshâs friends for years, but something about the way the cabin hums now feels different. The tight, intimate bubble youâd shared with Josh, Hannah, and Beth is gone, replaced by noise and the easy rhythm of their group. You feel...adrift, to say the least. And watching Josh slip seamlessly back into his role as the charismatic center of attention only makes it worse.
By the time night falls, the cabin is alive with music, the sharp pop of bottle caps, and the low buzz of conversation. You find yourself perched in a corner of the living room, a half-empty drink in hand, watching the others like a ghost at your own party.
Josh is at the center of it all, as always. Heâs standing near the couch, laughing at something Sam said, and the sound is enough to send your stomach twisting into knots. Sam, of course, is radiantâeffortlessly pretty in her cropped sweatshirt, her hair catching the light like spun gold. Sheâs animated, gesturing with her hands, and every time Josh leans closer to hear her, you feel like the room tilts off its axis. âHey,â Hannah says, sliding in next to you with a knowing look. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you lie, taking a sip of your drink. Hannah snorts. âSubtle.â You glance at her, frowning. âWhat?â
âYou know what,â she says, tilting her head toward Josh and Sam. âSeriously, if youâre going to keep looking at him like that, you might as well do something about it.â
âIâm not looking at him,â you protest weakly. Hannah rolls her eyes. âSure. And Iâm not your best friend.â She pauses, watching you for a moment before her expression softens. âLook, youâre not exactly subtle when it comes to Josh. But for what itâs worth? I think heâs just as clueless about how he feels as you are.â Her words settle into your chest, a mix of hope and frustration, but before you can respond, Jess calls out from the other side of the room.
âHey! Whoâs up for Spin the Bottle?â You couldnât escape it, let's be honest.
You donât know how it happens, but somehow, you end up in the circle. Maybe itâs the drinking, or maybe itâs Hannah giving you a pointed nudge as everyone sits on the floor, but before you know it, youâre sandwiched between her and Ashley, your pulse pounding in your ears. Josh is directly across from you, his green eyes bright in the firelight. Sam is to his left, Jess to his right, and the knot in your stomach tightens. âOkay, ground rules,â Jess says, grinning wickedly. âNo chickening out. You spin, you kiss. Period.â
Thereâs a chorus of laughter and a few groans, but no one protests. Chris goes first, spinning the bottle with dramatic flair. It lands on Ashley, who blushes furiously but leans in to kiss him. The group erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, and you canât help but smile despite yourself.
One by one, the bottle makes its rounds. Jess and Emily kiss, Matt kisses Ashley despite him protesting, and eventually, itâs Joshâs turn. He spins the bottle with a lazy flick of his wrist, the glass neck twirling endlessly before it slows, stops, and lands on Sam.
Your stomach drops.
âOh, come on,â Jess says, clapping her hands. âThis is gonna be good.â Josh raises an eyebrow, glancing at Sam. She shrugs, smiling, and leans forward.
You canât look away.
Their lips meet in a brief, playful kissânothing dramatic, nothing earth-shattering. but itâs enough. Enough to make your chest ache, your fingers tighten around the drink in your hand. When they pull apart, everyone cheers again, and Josh laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. âYour turn,â he says, handing the bottle to Sam. But you donât care. Youâre too busy swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to ignore the way your vision blurs at the edges.
Later, when the game ends and the group begins to disperse, you slip outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the suffocating cabin. The lake stretches out before you, dark and endless, and for a moment, you let yourself breathe.
âYou okay?â The voice startles you, and you turn to see Josh standing there, hands in his pockets. âIâm fine,â you say quickly, brushing at your eyes. He frowns, stepping closer. âYou sure? You looked kind of...I donât know, off.â You force a laugh, crossing your arms. âIâm fine, Josh. Really.â For a moment, he just looks at you, his brow furrowed like heâs trying to figure out a puzzle.
âYouâre a terrible liar,â he says softly. The words hit harder than they should, and before you can stop yourself, you snap. âWhat do you want me to say, Josh? That I didnât love watching you kiss Sam? That it didnât suck seeing you two all cozy earlier?â His eyes widen, caught off guard, and for a second, you regret everything. But then his expression shiftsâsomething softer, something almost...guilty.
âI didnât...â He trails off, running a hand through his hair. âI wasnât trying to...â You shake your head, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. âForget it. Itâs not your fault.â Josh hesitates, like heâs weighing his next words carefully. âI wasnât trying to hurt you,â he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
You glance at him, your heart aching at the look in his eyesâconflicted, searching. âI know,â you say quietly. âItâs fine. Really.â But itâs not fine. And as you turn back toward the cabin, leaving Josh standing by the lake, you canât help but wonder if this summer is going to break you before itâs over.
The sun hung low in the sky, painting the cabin in hues of orange and gold. The group was scatteredâJess and Emily were bickering over sunscreen, Chris and Ashley were curled up on the deck talking in low tones, and Sam was by the lake with Hannah, skipping stones. It was all too perfect, too idyllic, except for the hollow ache in your chest.
Josh had been avoiding you all day.
It wasnât like he was being obvious about itâJosh had a knack for slipping into conversations, filling the room with his sharp wit and charm like nothing was wrong. But you felt it. In the way his eyes would dart past you when you entered a room, the way his laugh seemed just a little louder when you werenât around.
And maybe you were just as bad, lurking in the corners, pretending not to notice how often he touched Samâs arm when they talked.
Written across your heart was all of your will to make him seeâmake him realize there was no in-between. There was either you and him, or the hollow echo of âIâm so sorry for your loss.â And wasnât that what it felt like already? Like mourning something that never got the chance to live?
But it was his fault, wasnât it?
For making you want him so much that your heart bled angel tears. For teaching your lips to sing sweet once-upon-a-times about a boy who was all sharp edges and hidden softness, who didnât realize how much space he took up in your world.
By late afternoon, you found yourself back at the lake. It had become your refuge, the only place where you could breathe without the weight of Joshâs absence pressing against your ribs. Your toes skimmed the waterâs edge, the cool ripples kissing your skin. You werenât thinking about anything in particularâjust the endless horizon, the way the light danced on the surface of the lake. But then a voice broke through your thoughts.
âYou hiding out here now?â You didnât have to turn around to know it was him. Again.
âMaybe I am,â you said, your voice sharper than you intended. Josh sighed, stepping closer. You could feel the heat of him at your back, the way his presence wrapped around you even when you didnât want it to. âLook,â he said finally, his voice softer. âAbout the other night...â You turned to face him, cutting him off. âItâs fine, Josh. You donât owe me an explanation.â
âYes, I do.â His eyesâthose endless green eyesâsearched yours, his expression uncharacteristically serious. âNo, you donât,â you said, forcing a smile. âWeâre friends. Thatâs all weâve ever been, right?â
Josh flinched, like the word âfriendsâ was a physical blow. âI didnât mean to hurt you,â he said quietly. For a moment, you believed. But then you shook your head, stepping away. âYou didnât, Josh,â you said. âIâm fine.â
That night, the group decided to make a bonfire by the lake. The air was thick with laughter, the sharp scent of burning wood mingling with the sweetness of roasted marshmallows.
You sat with Hannah and Beth, listening as Chris tried to tell a ghost story that kept getting interrupted by Jessâs sarcastic commentary. Josh was across the fire, sitting next to Sam. He wasnât touching her, wasnât even looking at her, but it didnât matter.
Your hair cascaded like Niagara under the firelight, your lips so softâeven if he had never felt them under his. Josh couldnât stop looking at you. Your eyes glowed like an eternity, and your voiceâwhen you laughed at something - it was the only antidote heâd ever had for all those sleepless nights.
He didnât know how to fix this.
Didnât know how to reach across the chasm that had opened between you since that stupid game of Spin the Bottle. And maybe it was selfishâmaybe it was cruelâbut he wanted you to look at him the way you used to. Like he was something worth believing in.
The fire burned low as the group began to drift off, one by one. Eventually, it was just you and Josh, the silence between you heavy and unspoken. âShouldnât you be with Sam?â you asked, your tone biting. Josh frowned. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing,â you said quickly, standing. âIâm going to bed.â But before you could leave, his hand shot out, catching your wrist. âWait,â he said, his voice urgent. You froze, refusing to look at him. âCan we justââ He hesitated, his grip loosening. âCan we talk?â You pulled away, your chest tightening. âNot tonight, Josh.â He didnât stop you this time, and as you walked back to the cabin, you felt the weight of his gaze on your back.
Neither of you slept that night.
The stars were muted behind a veil of clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain. The cabin was quieter now. Days of forced smiles and lingering silences had worn you thin, and tonight, you found yourself outside again, pacing the gravel path that led to the lake.
You didnât mean to cry.
It started as an ache in your chest, spreading to your throat until the tears came unbidden, hot, and relentless. You wiped at them furiously, hating the way they betrayed you, but the anger only made it worse.
How could he be so blind?
You heard footsteps behind you, familiar and deliberate. You didnât need to turn around to know it was Josh. âGo away,â you said, your voice raw.
He didnât.
âHey,â he said softly, his tone careful, like he was afraid youâd shatter if he spoke too loud. âWhatâs wrong?â You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the stillness. âYou really have to ask?â Josh shifted, running a hand through his hair. âLook, if this is aboutââ
âItâs not about Sam!â you snapped, whirling to face him. âItâs about you, Josh. Itâs always about you.â His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his green eyes. âWhat are you talking about?â You threw your hands up, frustration spilling over. âDo you know what itâs like? To feel like youâre screaming into the void, hoping, praying, that someone will hear you? To love someone so much that it hurts, only for them to act like you donât even exist?â Joshâs expression shifted, the confusion replaced by something deeper, something raw.
âIââ
âYou donât get it,â you interrupted, your voice breaking. âYou never have. And maybe thatâs my fault. Maybe I shouldâve said something years ago, but I didnât, and now... now I canât even look at you without feeling like Iâm suffocating.â The tears came harder now, and you didnât bother to stop them. Josh took a step closer, his jaw tight, but he didnât speak. âSay something,â you demanded, your voice trembling. âAnything.â
He didnât.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until you shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. âOf course,â you said, turning away. âWhy did I even expectââ But before you could take another step, his hand caught your arm, spinning you back toward him.
And then he kissed you.
It wasnât soft.
It was desperate, messy, like he was trying to say all the words he couldnât find through the press of his lips. His hands cradled your face, grounding you even as the world seemed to tilt beneath your feet. For a moment, you froze, too stunned to move. But then your hands found his shirt, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âIâm sorry I didnât see it sooner. Iâm sorry I made you feel like this.â Your chest ached, the anger draining from your body as quickly as it had come. âJosh,â you started, but he cut you off, his green eyes locking onto yours. âI donât deserve you,â he said, his voice cracking. âI know I donât. But youâre all I think about. You always have been.â The words broke something in you, and the tears came again, but this time, they werenât born of anger or frustration. âThen why didnât you say anything?â you asked, your voice trembling. âBecause Iâm a coward,â he admitted, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. âBecause Iâm an idiot who didnât realize what he had until he almost lost it.â You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest.
âI donât want to lose you,â he said, his hands still framing your face. âI canât.â You didnât trust yourself to speak, so you did the only thing you could: you kissed him.
This time, it was softer, slower, filled with all the things you couldnât put into words. And when you pulled back, his lips curved into a small, hesitant smile. âDoes this mean youâll stop avoiding me?â you asked, your voice shaking with a mix of laughter and tears. Josh chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. âYou'll start wishing I would."
The first low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky as you and Josh lingered, the sound so faint at first that you barely noticed it. But then it came again, louder this time, accompanied by a flash of light on the horizon, pulling you both from your kiss. You glanced up at the clouds gathering above, your chest tightening. Josh followed your gaze, a grin tugging at his lips. âYou afraid of a little rain?â Before you could respond, the heavens opened up. The rain came in a sudden, torrential downpour, drenching you both in seconds. You yelped, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes as Josh let out a startled laugh. âCome on!â he shouted over the sound of the rain, grabbing your hand.
He led you up the path, past the cabin and deeper into the woods where a small gazebo stood, tucked beneath a canopy of trees. The structure was simple but charming, with its whitewashed beams and ivy creeping up the sides. Inside was a weathered but cozy couch, draped with soft blankets that someoneâHannah, probablyâhad left there.
You stumbled under the shelter just as another crack of thunder split the sky. The sound was deafening, but you couldnât help laughing as you leaned against one of the beams, rainwater dripping from your hair and clothes. Josh stood across from you, his hands on his hips, his shirt clinging to his chest in a way that made your heart race all over again. His hair was a mess, dark strands sticking to his forehead, and yet he looked unfairly goodâsmiling at you like this was the best night of his life.
âWell,â he said, shaking water from his hair, âso much for staying dry.â You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. âYou think?â He stepped closer, his grin softening into something warmer. âHere.â He reached for one of the blankets on the couch, shaking it out before draping it over your shoulders. His fingers brushed your arms as he adjusted it, and you shivered, though it wasnât from the rain. âThanks,â you murmured, your voice quieter now.
Josh sat beside you on the couch, his arm resting along the back as he leaned into the cushions. The rain pattered against the roof of the gazebo, a rhythmic hum that filled the silence between you. âYou know,â he said after a moment, his voice low, âI kind of like this.â You glanced at him, eyebrows raised. âGetting caught in a thunderstorm?â
âNo,â he said, chuckling. âBeing here. With you.â You looked away, focusing on the rain streaking down the gazeboâs wooden beams. âJosh...â âHey,â he said, his voice softer now. You felt his hand brush against yours, tentative, like he was testing the waters. âLook at me.â You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. The rain softened the world around you, muting everything except the warmth in his gaze.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. It was just the two of you, sitting close on that old couch, the rain falling like a curtain around the gazebo. You could feel it, that familiar warmth creeping up within you, curling in your stomach every time Josh was near. Your heart thuds as his rough palm drags itself up your exposed thigh. Before you could stop yourself, the words rushed out of your mouth. âIâm a virgin!â Your face flushed a deep crimson as soon as the words left your lips, and you immediately covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.
Josh froze for a beat, his hand still resting on your thigh. You could feel his gaze on you, but you didnât dare look up. And then, to your surprise, you heard him laugh softly, the sound low and warm. âWait... really?â he asked, his voice filled with amusement but also something softer, something affectionate.
You peeked up at him, still hiding half of your face behind your hands, the flush on your cheeks deepening. âYeah, really,â you mumbled, not sure whether you were embarrassed or relieved to finally say it out loud. Joshâs grin widened, and there was a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned a little closer. âI gotta admit, thatâs a little... surprising.â He paused, his tone teasing but gentle. âBut, hey, no rushing." Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him being your first. You nodded, your eyes searching his face, still unsure whether to be embarrassed or... maybe a little proud?
His hand gently moved from your thigh to rest on your knee, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, reassuring circles. âDonât be embarrassed,â he said quietly, his voice soft. âI'm not trying anything unless you want to.â You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and found only kindness thereâ no teasing, no judgment, just understanding. And somehow, that made everything feel a little easier. "I do want to... you know.." The words won't come out. âStill,â you muttered, âitâs... kind of awkward, donât you think?â Josh chuckled, that warm smile never leaving his face. âDon't think soâ he said, his voice low and serious now, âif youâre gonna share something like that with anyone, Iâm glad it could be me."
You nod, scooting closer to him, palms now flush on his chest. his eyes scan your every inch, and you try to look away, but he captures your lips into another kiss. his lips trail down to your neck with a low "can I?" And you hum, trying your best to stay quiet as you get used to the feeling.
in no time, you're under him, both entangled, half naked and out of breath. he finally pulls off your panties, tossing them to the floor as he spreads your cunt wide open with two of his fingers, and god, you looked so erotic, all shying away as he loomed over, fingers playing with your pussy. "You ever touched yourself like this before?" You nod, bottom lip captive between your teeth. "J-just a little..." Oh, god. "You're so beautiful, fuckă
Ą" And he's already losing his mind. Nights of fantasizing couldnât have prepared him for this.
placing his palm behind your knee, he lifts up your legs, laying light pecks onto the plush of your thighs, thumb now tracing down to your puffy clit. Josh starts slowly, swirling his finger and still kissing your soft flesh. "Thank you for letting me do this." tracing the entrace with his index, he pushes his finger slow and deep inside, and you arch against him. this was it. he was where all of his dreams led him to. you looked like something straight out of a 80's porno. cunningly, josh moved his finger, and before you knew it he added another one. you squeezed perfectly around his digits, the sounds you and your pussy made driving him to the brink. "You hear that?" he asks, curling up his fingers, the wet sounds amplifying. "don't think I've ever had a pussy this wet before..." you whimper ans wrigle under his hold. "Josh.."
"What? It's the truth." he chuckles, speed picking up, his other hand now flush to your lower belly. "Want you to come. Can you do that for me?" he looks up, doe eyes searching for yours, and you can already feel your body convulsing. it didn't take long for you to finally give in and gift him what he asked for, coming just from his fingers. the way you thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between them, soft pleads dripping from your lips like honeyă
Ą he was done for. you were embarrassed, to say the least, hiding your face into his shirt he had taken off long ago. "Stop that, heyă
Ą look at me, baby." Baby. did you just come again? "You did great. so good." he leans in over you, pressing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose. "Do you wanna keep going?" and you say the most eager 'yes' known to man. "i got you." he smiles, eyes tracing every curve of your body. he takes off his pants along with hus briefs, letting his shaft spring free, small pearls of precum already gathered at the tip.
your eyes opened. what the fuck? is that normal? you knew your first would hurt, but seeing what Josh had going on for him you knew it would be the most painful experience for you yet. "Don't worry. I'll go slow." he stumbles a bit back, grabbing a hold of his trousers, palming his pockets before he mutters a soft 'there we go.' and takes out a shiny wrapperă
Ą a condom. the opens it and carefully takes it out, lining it with the tip of his aching cock. "If you ever wanna stopă
Ą" he starts, whilst rolling the condom down his length. "Tell me. Yeah?" you nod.
taking his length into his fist, Josh pumps it a few times before he aligns it with your entrance that trickled with juices. he lets it slip in, and your eyes close as tears threaten to fall. you claw at his back, but Josh kisses you sweetly as he slides in some more, your walls wrapping perfectly around himă
Ą just like it was meant to be. "It's okay, you're okay, baby."
after going in the last couple of inches, he starts to move, gently holding down onto your waist as he lets you adjust. "Doing so good for me."
just a few strokes after, he feels you wrapping your legs around his hips, urging him deeper. "Please.." You plead, the sweetest sounds escaping your plump and swollen lips, and he swears he could come just by that. "Fuck, yeah, okayă
Ą" he groans, with the way your teary eyes stared up at him. He starts to move his hips, harder, deeper, each sound you made an encouragement for him to keep going. His palms make their way under your back, pulling you up, almost to sit on his lap. He fucks up into you, your arms lazily draped over his flexed shoulders whilst his lips kiss soft blooms onto your chest. you clench around him. "J-Josh..." he shakes his head, laughing as his fingers dig deep into your flesh where you know bruises will appear later. "Don'tă
Ą ha, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." whines slip past your lips as his speed picks up. "Shit, shită
Ą" he pulls you closer, lips now stuck to your neck like a locket. "Y-you gonna come?" he prys. "Mhm.." you squeal as your eyes roll back. "Go ahead, for me." that's all it took. you come once again, nimbly wrapping around josh like a vine, walls squeezing him so tight. your mind goes blank, only soft moans gripping your throat as Josh pumps into you, finally releasing inside of the condom with a few thrusts.
you both breathe heavily, hearts beating in a sing-song, as you come down from your high. realization sets in as you meet each other's gaze. it was real. it really just happened.
"You okay?" he leans in, pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips. "Yeah... How okay can one be after having sex for the first time..?" and he laughs, playing with the strands of your hair. "Thank god for the rain covering the sound. You were super loud just thenă
Ą"
"Josh!"
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You Taste Sweeter Than Revenge
pairing: Josh Washington x fem reader nsfw word count: 4.2k content warning: non-con elements (voyeurism) author's note: I think Josh having a love interest would get in the way of his "prank"
Finally, finally, you get a moment to yourself. You lean your head back against the wooden door of the guest room, basking in your long-awaited solitude.
The process of getting everyone up and settled at the Washingtonsâ lodge was draining: Chris wouldnât shut up about how he caught Sam snooping on his phone, Emily and Jess were at each other's throats over Mike, and Mike and Matt kept competing to be the alpha of the group.Â
And then there was Josh. Though not as much of a headache as the others, he stirred up some feelings in you that areâŠmore intense than you expected.Â
Compared to the strong personalities of your friend group, Josh is someone you can relax around; heâs a little peculiar, but sweet and charming in his own way. You two have a strong friendship, however, due to his tendency to be a flirt, you sometimes question the nature of your bond. His teasing affects you more than youâre willing to admit, especially since you find him easy to look at. Thankfully, the comforting knowledge that he says that kind of stuff to everyone allows you to maintain the friendship and keep your attraction as low-key as possible.Â
Except, youâre having a difficult time with that right now. You can only blame yourself, youâve been suppressing your feelings towards Josh for so long that it makes sense theyâd bubble back up at some point. You just didnât expect it to be tonight, or to be this badâevery cell in your body is pulsing with desire.Â
You make your way over to the bed, lying down on it and staring at the ceiling.
Fuck, how does he do this to you?
It started simple, totally harmless. Sam wanted hot water to take a bath, so Josh brought you down to the basement to help him out.
"Hey, it worked!" you exclaimed after hearing the low rumble of the boiler firing up.
âAttagirl,â Josh said, giving you a high-five.
His praise caused a shy smile to break out across your face before you could stop it, making you pray he didn't notice. He did.
"Seems like you're really into high-fives," Josh remarked, "Or, is it the person you're high-fiving?"
He's like this with everyone, you reminded yourself, any flirty banter was nothing special.
"Just love a good high-five," you said, avoiding his eyes by looking down to the basementâs cracked cement.
âFloor that interesting?â he teased, taking a step forward.
His movement prompted you to step back, but you stumbled when your heel hit the shelving unit full of boxes behind you.
Joshâs hands landed on your shoulders, steadying you, but even after you recovered, they stayed there, unmoving. With your eyes now adjusted to the dim basement light, you could note that he had moved much closer than what was necessary to help you. One small lean forward would press his chest to yours.Â
âJosh?â you said, searching for an explanation for the sudden butâthough it makes you feel guilty thinking itâwelcome closeness.Â
A mischievous grin lit up his face and he returned your question with one of his own: âScared?â
You let your hand fall down onto his chest, fingers fiddling with a button on his flannel. âNot at all,â you responded. You attempted to make eye contact with him after answering, but it felt too intimate with him so close, so you turned your gaze away, yet no matter where you cast it, youâd still see him, his body was enveloping yours.
âAh, I see, so youâre scared and a liar,â Josh retorts with a smirk. His hand came up to your jaw, holding your face still so you couldnât avoid looking at him anymore, âWhatâre you so afraid of, little kitten?âÂ
âDonât call me that,â you deflected, rolling your eyes. Even though you were trying to come off as unaffected, little sparks flickered and fizzed in your body like summertime fireworks. Was this how a friend should make you feel?
âOh? Is there something better I should call you instead?â Josh said, tracing his thumb along your jaw. âI can come up with something. Letâs seeâŠhoney?â He shook his head, âNah, too marital. Hmmm, baby? Thatâs pretty basic, isnât it?âÂ
âYou done yet?â you huffed, shifting your weight and continuing to pretend that hearing him call you pet names wasnât making your stomach flip. He was being more persistent than usual, it made you wonder what was going on with him tonight.
âI guess Iâm not good at this whole romantic nickname thing.â He released your jaw from his hold so his fingers could travel up and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, âWhat if I just told you how pretty you are instead?âÂ
Usually you could fend off his flirty comments by retorting with a somewhat decent response, but you were entirely at a loss for what to say. It didnât help that your body was working against you, fully responding to Joshâs advances in a distractingly enthusiastic way. Itâs hard to figure out why heâs being so aggressive with his flirting when your heart is thundering in your ears.
You try to move back, only to be reminded of the shelves of storage keeping you in place, sandwiching you between them and Joshâs large frame. Since retreat wasnât an option, you tried to diffuse the situation as best you could.Â
âSlow down there,â you said with a nervous laugh, âA girl could get the wrong idea.âÂ
With your palm on his chest, you felt his heart begin to pound. Joshâs hands moved down to your waist, traveling more hesitantly than his brusque teasing suggested they would. You forced yourself to keep your expression unchanging when they rested on the curve of your torso, sending scattered bolts of electricity up your sides. There was anxious authenticity in his tone as Josh said, âMaybe Iâve been wanting you to get that idea for some time now.â
You werenât sure what to think, was he trying to say he was into you? But, that couldnât be it, he flirts with everyone, not just you. A conversation he had with Chris that was particularly homoerotic came to mind. It was clear you werenât special. However, there have been multiple times his attention towards you felt heavy-handed, though you tried to not overthink it, not wanting to be wrong about his intentions. Regardless, as he spoke to you, there was an undeniable charge in the air, the anticipation of what his possible confession meant buzzing around the two of you. If he was saying what you thought he was, this could be your chance to tell him how youâve felt all this time.
His eyes flicked over your face and just as you opened your mouth to respond, a loud noise made both of you jump.
It was a metallic, dull sound filling the basement with its unsettlingly rhythmic beat. Both of you turned your heads to one of the hallways in the basement where the sound was coming from.Â
âUh, sorry to interrupt this, but, and I really donât want to, I think we should check that out,â you told Josh.
He blinked, reorienting himself, and then said, âYeah, uhâŠsure, letâs go.â
You both began to walk deeper into the basement, closing in on the origin of the unnatural noise. It bellowed through the basementâs cement walls, consuming the hallway with its ominous tone. You followed a few paces behind Josh, but as you got further down the hall, you brought your hand forward and wrapped your fingers around his forearm. Being able to feel him made you feel safer. He paused for a second, but didnât say anything, so you kept your hand on him as you advanced.
You were about to turn the corner and follow the noise further down into the basement when a shadowy figure jumped out at you. Your heart stopped beating for a second, only resuming its rapid pounding after you had turned and begun to run from the intruder.Â
Sprinting down the hallway, you yelled for Josh to run, the next and only thought in your brain being the escape that was the basement door. The masked figure followed in hot pursuit, just a few strides behind you.Â
You jumped up the basement stairs three at a time until you reached and nearly collided with the door, needing to step back before trying to pull it open. You yanked and you pulled, but the door was unyielding. You were screaming nonsense at Josh, and he was responding to you as best he could, telling you that everything was going to be okay. His arm hovered around you protectively, separating you from the approaching intruder.Â
The masked figure reached the top of the stairs and Josh stepped toward him, taking on a defensive stance. Then, the man draped in black held his arms up above his head and let out a ghostly wail that soundedâŠstupid.Â
Your eyebrows pressed together, and you choked out a âHuh?â, looking over to Josh, who had cracked a smile.Â
Your eyes darted between the two men, trying to work out what was going on. The intruder pulled off his mask, revealing Chris underneath, cracking up at the ingenious of his own prank.Â
âYouâre fucking kidding me,â you said, face burning up.Â
âGood one, Cochise,â Josh congratulated.
You punched Chris in the shoulder, huffing how his prank wasnât as funny as he thought it was, which only made him laugh harder.
âWere you in on this?â You turned to Josh, trying to mask your feeling of betrayal.
âNope,â Josh chuckled, patting Chris on the back, âBut I wish I had been.âÂ
âWhatever, you two,â you said, grabbing the basementâs key from Chris and storming out of there.
âHey, wait up!â Josh called after you.
âLet her go, Josh,â Chris said, âCâmon, I finally found the Ouija board.âÂ
âYeah, Iâll be right there,â Josh responded, hurrying to follow you into the guest room hallway.Â
You had your hand on the doorknob of your room when you felt his fingers around your other wrist, tugging you back.Â
âNot in the mood, Josh,â you said, pulling your hand away. Though, you didnât attempt to open the wooden door again, instead turning to face him.Â
âHey, it was just a prank, right? You know Chris, he was just kidding around. No harm, no foul,â Josh said. If he were intending to make you feel better, it would be helpful if he said that like he fully believed it.
You sighed, exasperated. âYeah, itâs not a big deal. I just-I probably looked so stupid.â
Josh stepped closer. âYou were scared, I was too,â he said, his hand landing on the side of your arm, squeezing it, âNo shame in that.â He let out a small chuckle, âIâm taking notes, Chris did a damn good job.â
âI guess,â you shrugged.Â
Josh stared back at you, puzzled, before breaking out into a small grin, âI know there was one part that I really liked.âÂ
You looked away, appearing to find the sight of the doors lining the shadowy hall more interesting than him, but still took the bait, âAnd what part was that?â
Joshâs hand traveled down your arm, not once separating from it, to encircle your wrist. You shifted your gaze back to watch him place your hand on his forearm, the rolled-up sleeves of his flannel allowing direct contact with his warm skin. âI like that, when youâre scared, you hold onto me,â he confessed.Â
The air of indifference is hard to maintain now, but you still try. âI didnât know you were so observant, Josh.âÂ
He rested his hand on top of yours. âJust with you.â
You cursed yourself for how easy it was for him to win you over with a stupid, corny comment. Any embarrassment from the prank was superseded by the new tingly sensation in your stomach. Though, the adrenaline must have remained because you want to do something about the fact that, for all the time youâve known Josh, youâve never once tried flirting back.
Your fingers tightened around his forearm, noting the musculature present underneath his tan skin. You hadnât realized how strong he had gotten. âYâknow, Josh,â you started.
âYeah?â he breathed. He can feel your hand flex underneath his palm as you stroke your thumb along his arm with gentle swipes.
It was scary to even hint at how much you were feeling him right then, but you pushed through. âMaybe, I just like touching you,â you offered, âScared or not.â
He exhaled unevenly, seemingly going to great lengths to keep himself still. It was new, to feel like your words had weight, for them to be the reason his gaze felt so heavy as he raked it over your body. The interaction felt dangerous but exciting; you didnât want to shy away anymore.
âJosh!â Chrisâ voice reverberated through the lodge.
âI really am gonna kill him,â you muttered. Josh let his arm drop back to its place by his side.Â
âGet in line,â he said, which earned a giggle from you.
Another call from Chris, âWhere are you, bro? Ashleyâs here. Câmon, itâs Ouija board time!â
Josh shook his head, âIâŠI should go, I canât leave them hanging.â
âYou sure you don't want to stay?â you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Itâs funny, how you were just running away from him and were now trying to keep him from leaving.
He stiffened, seemingly weighing his options in his mind. His hesitation made you smile, you liked having an influence over him.Â
But it was not enough, because he relaxed into his typical playful energy, saying, âUnfortunately, Iâm already tied up. Iâve got big plans for those two tonight.âÂ
You frown, âYeah, I bet the Ouija board madness will be one for the books.â
âYouâll just have to wait and see,â he replied. Then he continued more earnestly, âBut maybe we can hang out later? Finish our conversation?âÂ
You pressed your lips together; you didnât want to wait. However, it was probably for the better, if you were to have Josh, you would want it without interruptions.
âOkay, letâs talk later,â you agreed. He nodded, stepping back to go join Chris, but, before he could, you grabbed his shoulder and pushed yourself up on your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It was quick and impulsive, but for some reason, you felt that if you hadnât done it then, you wouldnât get the chance in the future.Â
âLater, then,â he said, a soft smile spreading across his face. He turned and walked back to find Chris, leaving you standing all alone in the long hallway, longing for more.
So now you lie spread out on a quilt atop the guest room bed, head spinning as you relive your conversations with Josh. You shouldâve invited him in; the want pulsing through the veins in your body wouldnât be so hard to manage if you did. But to deal with Chris and the teasing that would have ensued from your ruthless friend group wouldnât be much fun either.
Your arms wrap around your sides, hugging yourself as you think about being down in the basement with him, how his voice lowered when he spoke more seriously about his feelings, how you could feel the waves of heat radiating off his body despite the areaâs chilled atmosphere. Youâve never had him that close to you before; the closest youâve ever been was when he dared you to go on the Ferris wheel at a local fair with him, claiming you were too chicken to do it, and the small cart forced you to sit hip-to-hip as he laughed and you bit back your terror.
The memory makes you realize how long youâve wanted this for. How long youâve stifled your feelings, your attraction, your desire. Now that itâs happening, knowing that he feels the same way, itâs hard to hold back.Â
The cold winter storm outside does little to hinder the warmth dripping down your stomach like honey as, for the first time, you let yourself wonder what would have happened if it went further, wish it went further.Â
Your hands travel down to the waistband of your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Youâre aching right now; you just want to feel better.
Only, though you donât know it, thereâs a camera in your room. And through its lens, thereâs someone whoâs watching.
Josh removes his skull-like mask so he can get a better look at the footage in front of him. He had come down to his hide-out in the basement, intending to electronically lock the gates around the lodge so he can continue enacting his revenge, but something on one of the multiple television screens stacked atop his desk drew his attention.
Even if the recording is black and white and somewhat obscured by pixelation, thereâs no doubt that itâs you, sprawled out over one of the guest beds, pulling off your pants and bringing your hands down between your thighs.Â
Josh looks behind him, feeling like he shouldnât be seeing this, but returns his gaze to the screen anyway, eyes widening as you begin to touch yourself, running your fingertips atop the soaked gusset of your underwear. Your head falls back onto one of the pillows lined up along the bedâs wooden headboard, eyes shut in bliss at long-awaited contact.Â
Josh steps forward, locks whatever gate he no longer really cares for, and turns his full attention to the glowing screen. He had the strength to refuse you earlier, though not without difficulty, especially after you kissed him, but that resource has since been depleted as heâs unable tear himself away from the tv, completely entranced. He has other things he should be doing, things heâs been planning for a year now, but he just canât.Â
Your eyebrows are pressed together and your mouth slightly ajar as you begin to enjoy the feeling of your fingers, falling into a sensual, pleasurable rhythm. A slight rush of air escapes Joshâs lips as his body heats up, reminiscent of when he was pushed up against you in the basement. He found it hard to focus on his words with the way your body felt so soft underneath his hands. He can only imagine what it would be like if he were with you now, feeling your hot skin against his. He wonders if youâre imagining the same, wonders if thatâs whatâs getting you off, the fantasy of it being his fingers stroking the wet fabric of your underwear, making you jolt and twitch under his touch.
Josh isnât sure when he got hard, maybe he has been this whole time, but what he knows now is that his erection is starting to ache. His gaze doesnât falter from your body and its movements as his gloved hand travels downwards so he can palm himself through his overalls, desperate to relieve even just a fraction of the desire thrumming through his body.
He groans when you tug off your underwear, exposing yourself fully. You bring your hands to your soaked folds, touch now unobstructed by cloth, and start to draw slow circles on your clit.
Oh, you really like that. Josh drinks in every detail, intent on knowing how you like to be touched so he can burn into his memory. Itâs an intimate moment, that you and Josh are both pleasuring yourselves together, even if you donât know youâre sharing it.Â
You twist and turn on the bed, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as your fingers pick up in speed, applying more pressure to your sensitive clit. Though, that hand only stays tangled in the sheets for a moment, finding a better use pressed against your open mouth in a half-hearted attempt to muffle your sweet pants and moans.Â
Josh wonders if youâre hoping heâll hear you and come in to catch you in the act; the thought has his hips bucking into the surface of his gloved hand, finding just friction to be unsatisfactory.Â
Then you break him, because as youâre running your fingertips along your glistening folds, you mouth his name. Josh. Itâs undeniable now, youâre touching yourself while thinking of him.
He should be focusing on the prank, his revenge, everything heâs worked so hard to do, but all he can feel is the urge to fuck his fist at the sight of you purring his name.Â
He peels off his overalls, letting them fall by his boots, and unzips his dark jeans so he can pull out his dick, wrapping his hand around it. Itâs hot to the touch and leaking pre-cum, no doubt a product of the strenuous sexual tension underlying your conversations. He begins to run his hand along his length, the extent of his own arousal making him shudder from the movement.Â
His forearm is covered in veins that travel underneath his skin like lightning, and as he pumps his needy cock, they stretch and bulge with his movements. Not so long ago, your hand rested on the same forearm that flexes as Josh fucks himself. He can feel it now, phantom grazes of your delicate fingers tracing his veins as he drives his dick through the tight grasp of his hand. Oh, how he wants you to be there, for you to be the one touching him.
He crumples forward, a single arm pressed against the tableâs edge as his only means of support. God, the desire is eating him alive.
He should have just taken you when you were down in the basement. Pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours, creepy sound be damned.
Youâd be flustered of course, and probably try to act like you didnât know what happened, all despite the fact that he knows youâd kiss him back with equal passion. You try to act tough, but he can tell that his little comments get you hot. Josh knew you were going to crack at some point, and the way youâre writhing around on a bed in his lodge proves him right.
If only you werenât so damn stubborn about hiding your feelings. Itâs been so obvious that youâre into him, with your bashful smiles or secret glances you donât think he catches, but, at every opportunity heâs tried to give you, you shy away.
He should teach you a lesson for your coy attitude, you need to learn that being direct with him is whatâs best. He contemplates going to find you in the guest room and fucking your brains out, it would show you how much youâve been missing by being shy.Â
Though, Josh likes the idea of punishing you more. Heâd like to get his revenge on you for prolonging his frustrating and tortuous weeks of pining after you, trying to get it into your head how much he liked you.Â
If he were to have his way, he would edge you, get you so close that youâre whining his name, pleading for your release, and then watch your expression turn when he withholds it from you. Maybe heâd earn a cute pout, or even better, youâd beg for him to continue. Josh curls into himself, his movements faster and sloppier, desire running rampant through his body.
He watches you sink a finger into your soaked entrance, seeking to relieve the painful emptiness of your canal. Josh wonders if itâs enough. The desperate roll of your hips as you try to push your finger deeper tells him itâs not, that you need moreâthat you need him. He watches you pause for a second, a cute frown on your lips, as you come to the same realization he has: itâll never be enough if itâs not him. Josh exhales sharply, exalted.
You still try your hardest, though you canât be blamed for the fruitless effort with your head so dizzy from lust. You push your finger in and out of your wet vagina as your other hand stimulates your clit, though awkwardly. It would be so much easierâfeel so much betterâif he were with you.
Josh sees no need to punish you for the heartache you put him through anymore, youâre doing it yourself right now, working so hard despite the fact that youâre unable to get yourself over the edge. He likes that youâre probably longing for him right now, wishing he were there to make you feel good.
It might be his sadistic side, or the fact that he feels needed, that does it for him, but your struggle gets Josh to his limit, his hand gripping onto the side of the table as he bucks his hips into his dripping hand. With a sloppy pump, he comes, white ropes shooting out as he presses his eyes shut in utter bliss. He seriously considers that you could turn into an obsession of his, if you havenât already.Â
Josh takes a deep breath, trying to calm his uneven breathing, and realizes youâve given up on getting yourself off, redressing yourself while dissatisfaction mars your pretty face. He feels bad for a second, wanting to make you feel better, but his eyes flick to another screen to realize Chris is waking up from the sleeping gas, meaning Josh is short on time if he wants to fake his own death.Â
He cleans himself off, redresses, and after one last look at the screen, he leaves.
Heâll deal with you later.Â
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Dancing With Death
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Josh Washington x Fem!reader
Warning: Explicit Content, MDNI
Read it on ao3
Enjoy!
Word count: 4772 Tags: riding, blowjobs, vaginal sex
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You brought your hand up to knock at the large door of the Washington Lodge, you pulled your parka a little closer, waiting for any sign of life to let you into the warmth of the multimillion dollar home. It had been a year since Beth and Hannahâs mysterious disappearance, a tragedy in your eyes. You werenât a part of the prank, you were passed out drunk with Chris and Josh when it all went down. You only heard about the prank afterwards when police were called and you finally sobered up. Josh was obviously shaken up about the whole thing, to say the least. Youâd barely heard from him throughout the year and he distanced himself from the friend group, which you couldnât blame him for. You were surprised to hear from him, even more surprised to learn he wanted all of you to come back to Washington Lodge in memory of the sisters.
Although it felt⊠weird, you felt morally obliged to come back and support Josh, which totally had nothing to do with your feelings for him. Not at all⊠okay, maybe a little. But, he probably didnât feel the same. Which was fine, you could be the good friend to him that he needed right now. You hoped that after his time away heâd come back to the friend group, come to the parties and back into your life. Maybe it was a little selfish, but you wanted to see him for the sake of your feelings for him which really hadnât dwindled in his absence. You worried for him, last you heard he was in therapy and taking medications for his depression and other mental health issues. As childish as it sounded, you wished you were able to take away his pain, or at least ease it. It hurt to see someone you cared about in pain.Â
Your mind wanders back to the night of the incident, things wouldâve been different if Josh, you and Chris had been awake and aware of the pranks plans. Josh for sure wouldnât have stood for it, you know you wouldâve tried to stop it. After all, Hannah was one of your closest friends. You yourself found it hard to return to the friend group after the whole thing, harboring blame for everyone involved. Well, everyone except Sam who was your other closest friend. You know she tried to stop it afterwards when you had a chance to talk to her, she was just too late.
Your thinking is cut short by the sound of the door unlocking and creaking open. Your gaze follows the sound and lands on Josh as he stands in the doorway, a toothy grin plastered on his face. He says your name in a friendly and welcoming manner before pulling you into a bear hug.
âOof!â you collide with his chest before wrapping your arms around him in return.Â
âGood to see you too, Josh.â Your hands slide back from his flannel as he lets you go and a gust of frigid wind bites at your nose and cheeks.Â
âCan I come in?â You ask, pointing to the fireplace. There was nobody else in the room but yet you had a feeling you were the last one to show up, as per usual.Â
âOh yeah, sure sure. Come on in.â He steps aside, and allows you to come into the lodge before closing the door behind you, shutting out the cold. You drag in your luggage and set it in the foyer and then you make your way over to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together and holding them to the flame. Your fingers were freezing as you opted to wear fingerless gloves, perhaps an oversight on your end but you were inside now, so all was well.Â
âCan I, uh, take your coat?â He asks, gesturing to the coat rack where his vest was also hanging, his beanie dangling from the pocket.Â
âSure,â You slip your arms from your parka before handing it over to Josh who takes it and hangs it from the coat rack. Youâre now left in your black cardigan and jeans. âThank you.âÂ
âNo problemo.â He smiles at you and makes finger guns, you shoot him back and he chuckles.
âWhereâs everyone else?â You ask, looking around.Â
âJess and Mike are on their way to the guest cabin, Emily and Matt are retrieving her bag from the cable car station, Sam is taking a bath and Chris just went to lay down.â He lists off, counting on his fingers.
âLeft you all alone, did they?â You tease, watching as he makes his way over to you to warm his own hands.Â
âIâm wounded by their absence.â He pretends to stab his heart and acts wounded, you laugh at his theatrics.Â
âSo dramatic.â You say, rolling your eyes in a silly manner. He scoffs, looking over at you.
âYouâve always been the dramatic one.â He claims, elbowing your side and causing you to squeal and fold in on yourself.
âStooop!â You dodge away, running to get behind the couch and away from the prying elbow. âBehave.â You warn, smile betraying you.Â
âWhen have I ever not behaved?â He chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. Now it was your turn to scoff.
âOh, you want the list or the summary?â You ask, climbing over the back of the couch to bet comfy on the cushions. He watches you with something unknown in his eye, a foreign twinkle.Â
âWhat?â You ask, kicking off your boots before bringing your knees to your chest.Â
âCare for a drink, madam?â He disappears to the liquor cabinet before reemerging with a handle of vodka. The last time you had gotten drunk in this lodge, things didn't end well. But, a few sips couldnât hurt, maybe itâd help you get warm. You also hoped Josh hadnât turned to alcohol in his time of grief, but if some company was what he needed, you were happy to oblige.Â
âOooo, are we Russian now?â You gesture to the vodka as he comes to sit down next to you, he turns the bottle in his hand. It was nice vodka, probably very expensive but you understood that the Washington family could definitely afford for you and Josh to take a few sips from off the top.Â
âDa.â He says in his best Russian accent before unscrewing the lid and offering you first drink. You take the bottle by the neck and take a sip off the top and when you look back to Josh to offer up the bottle, heâs looking at you in disbelief.Â
âWhat?â You ask, blushing under the weight of his gaze.Â
âThatâs all youâre gonna drink? Whereâs the black-out, shit-faced, party girl I know?â He smiles his signature grin at you before taking the bottle and taking a hearty drink. He grimaces against the alcohol taste before setting the bottle on the nearby table.Â
âSheâs retired. Focusing on her studies.â You say, a teasing tone lacing your voice. You and Josh were both in college at the time of the disappearances but Josh understandably dropped out of his studies. You, on the other hand, were still up at the local college pursuing your degree.Â
âHey,â You start, your teasing tone turning into one of concern, âShould you be drinking with the meds youâre taking?â You tried your best to sound sincere, because you were. You didnât want him hurting himself or anything just to have a drink with you.
âIâm fine.â He says, face immediately dropping. You move to put a hand over his and he looks at the contact then back at your face.
âI didnât say you werenât.â You practically whisper, thumb caressing over his knuckles.Â
âI uhâŠâ He starts, gaze not leaving yours, âI stopped taking them.âÂ
âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â You ask, searching his features for the answer before he can say it. You donât find anything.
âGood⊠I think.â He says after a moment, his eyes shift from yours and to the side, like he was thinking of something. You retreat your hand and lean back, your legs draping over his lap. He immediately shifts and welcomes your incursion, hands beginning to fiddle with the hem of your pants. This was nice, your relationship was basically the same as it had been a year ago, even though youâd barely seen each other since.Â
âIâm just glad youâre doing better.â You express honestly. All you wanted was for Josh to be okay, even though you knew the pain of losing his sisters would never go away. Hearing that he was off his meds just left you confused on how to feel. Was he off them because he was doing better? Or were they not working, or worse yet, was he giving up on them?Â
âThanks for coming back, I know it probably wasnât easy.â He says, a rare sincerity showing itself. Usually Josh was a pretty goofy guy, witty and sarcastic and all around a good sense of humor. Seeing him now, timid and honest, was something youâd seen before, but not often.Â
âOf course. Anything for you.â You smile as he rests his arms on your shins and studies your face.Â
âCareful, youâre giving me a lot of power there.â He grins, returning to his goofy self.Â
âWell, maybe not anything.â You trail off, a smile plastered across your face.Â
âWell then, I command thee to drinketh upon thine vodka.â He reaches to grab the bottle from the table and hands it to you while committing to his false accent.
âWell, if you command it, I suppose I have no choice.â You take the bottle and take a meaningful gulp of the clear liquid, clearly making a face against the taste as Josh laughs at you.Â
âWow, you really have lost your touch.â He says, chuckling.
âOh whatever, sorry Iâm not used to your ridiculously expensive vodka.â You dismiss, passing back the bottle and watching him take his turn.Â
The two of you continue like that for a while, just passing the bottle between you both and getting closer and closer, and louder and louder. Soon enough youâve got him trapped in a hearty laugh, youâre gripping your sides from cackling and tears are springing from the corners of your eyes. You bring a finger to dab at your eyes, not trying to mess up your mascara. But then, you fall into silence and your gaze slowly makes its way over to Josh, who is already looking at you, lips parted as his tongue dashes out to wet them.Â
âWhat?â You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious.Â
âAre you still willing to do anything for me?â He asks, rather seriously.
âWithin reason.â You try to make light of the serious tone overcoming the space around you and it seems to work, Joshâs lips twitch into a smile momentarily before heâs pulling on your legs, chugging you towards him.Â
âWell then, come here.âÂ
âJosh!-â You squeal as you slide across the couch. Your heart was racing, what did he want? What was he going to do? Youâve had feelings for him for so long, could it be possible he felt the same way?
In a moment your knees are bent over his lap, your body much closer to his as he turns to look at you.Â
âWould it be within reason to ask to kiss you?âÂ
Your stomach does a backflip and your mouth goes dry. Was he serious? Youâd had a crush on this man for years, ever since Hannah had brought you into the friend group in high school. She was younger than you, but you both found yourself in the same chemistry class where you became fast friends. Josh was always the forbidden fruit, someone who you wanted but could never have. Not because you thought Hannah would disapprove, no, in fact she actually knew about your crush, but it was forbidden because you never thought heâd want you too. You always thought he wanted Sam, which you couldnât blame him for. She was beautiful. But here you were, legs draped across his lap, bodies merely inches apart and he was asking to kiss you.Â
âAre you being serious?â You ask, âJosh, Iâve wanted to kiss you since senior year.âÂ
âI guess we have some time to make up for then.â He says, hand skating up your arm and tangling in your hair as he brings your face to his and connects your lips. You melt into the touch as he tilts his head to get even closer, his free hand coming to rest on the bent knee positioned over his lap.Â
Your eyes flutter shut as his lips meld to yours. The kiss starts out slow, just a sweet connection of your lips gradually moving against each other. But soon enough you feel his tongue at the seam of your mouth, so you open and take him greedily, your hands coming to rest on his neck and on the side of his face. Your thumb swipes across his cheek as his hand pulls on your knee, pulling on it gently.
âCome here.â He grunts against you as he guides you into his lap, straddling him. Your tongue meets his as he enters your mouth again and you moan into the contact, hands moving from his face to run through his hair, his own hands go to your ass, holding you against him as your lips engage in a dance for dominance.Â
He parts from you to kiss the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw before arriving at your neck where he tenderly nips at the sensitive flesh. You roll your head back and allow him access and when he bites down only to lick over it and play nice, you let out a sweet moan. He nuzzles into your shoulder and your arms go around his shoulders, embracing him. You could feel yourself getting wet from the kissing alone.Â
âKeep making noises like that and I wonât be able to contain myself.â He grunts into your hair and you push him back just a little, just enough to have him look at your face.
âI donât want you to contain yourself.â You say honestly, you were putting it all out in the open. How many times had you raked your own hands down your body imagining they were his? You were ready for this, hell, you yearned for it. Yearned for him.Â
âYeah?â He asks, searching your eyes.Â
âYeah.â You confirm, a low tremor in your voice from the sheer excitement and want.Â
âGet up and follow me.â He says, you obey, sliding off his lap and allowing him to get up. He turns back to you, holding out a hand. You take it, allowing him to lead you up the stairs, around the corner and into his old room. You pause for a second as he closes the door behind you and you take the time to look around the room. It was identical to the last time youâd seen it, when you would sit on the floor with him and Chris and play videogames on the flatscreen across the room. The only thing that was different was the dust covering the shelves and end tables, it was clear the Washingtons hadnât been here all year. You didnât blame them.Â
âLooks the same.â You observe as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, observing the dark room with you.Â
âHavenât really touched it sinceâŠâ He lingers but doesnât finish.Â
âBut the, uh, bed is clean. Washed all the bedding before everyone got here.â He purrs in your ear, hands going from around your middle and to your hips. You turn in his grasp, his hands just slide along your body as you do until theyâre planted on your hips again.Â
âBetter get to it then.â You say lowly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. That appears to be all the invitation he needs, dipping his head to connect your lips once more. He gently pushes you backwards until the back of your knees hit the mattress. You help him in ripping off your cardigan, discarding it somewhere across the room. Next to go was your spaghetti-strap tank top, leaving you in your bra and jeans. He leans back to admire you, hands sliding up your waist and to your breasts. He cups them gently, squeezing you like you were delicate glass. You grab at his flannel and begin to chug it down his shoulders, he assists you before letting it fall to the ground. His shirt joins the pile soon and now it was your time to admire him. You lean back in to lavish his neck in kisses and licks and move down to his shoulder, biting gently as his hands run up and down your back and he hums lowly in his throat. His hand hitches when it hits your bra strap and he expertly unhooks it, leaving it hanging around your shoulders. You pull back to shuck it from your body. He shamelessly stares, bringing his hand back to them once again and testing the weight of you in his hands. His gaze flicks back up to yours.
âLay down.â He invites, watching you as you take it and flop down onto the mattress, propping yourself on your elbows as you meet his gaze. He bends over you, unbuttoning your jeans before hooking fingers around your belt loops and beginning to tug your pants down your legs. You assist by lifting your ass off the bed as he gets them past your thighs, to your shins and then off completely. He then works at his own pants before pulling them off, leaving him in his boxers.
He looked so good, your mouth watered for him. You wanted to taste him, to feel him against your tongue, anything to make him feel good. You sit up before standing completely. He looks at you confused but when you sink to your knees in front of him, it seems to click.Â
âCanât say no to that.â He chuckles, watching as you hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. You slowly bring them down, revealing the last bit of his happy trail, top of the pelvis until finally his cock springs free, half-hard. You peer up at him, a little smile tugging at your lips as you lick your hand and begin to pump him slowly. He groans as you stroke him, head tilting backwards and eyes fluttering closed, which you thought was funny considering you hadnât even taken him into your mouth yet.Â
But then you finally do, starting at the tip, you swallow him down as much as you can before wrapping your hand around the part you cannot. Then, you start to slowly come off him, lips and tongue running over every ridge and vein until you reach the very tip again and repeat the process. If you could bottle the noises he made while you worked him over, you would and keep it forever. His grunts and groans were everything youâd ever wanted to hear since youâd met him. All those nights fantasizing was nothing compared to the real thing. His hand comes to the back of your head, not to push you or hurry you along, but just to feel you as you slide back and forth. You fight back a gag as he hits the back of your throat, hot tears spring from your eyes but itâs worth it just to make him feel good. You mourn for your mascara but this was about him, so makeup be damned.Â
âGod, you're good at that.â He moans before pulling out of your mouth with a pop. You look up at him, drool covering your chin as you bring a hand to wipe it up.Â
âAnd as much as Iâd like to paint your pretty face, I wanna feel what itâs like to be inside you.â
You nod and he helps you stand before escorting you to the bed, you lay down, pulling off your remaining panties and throwing them across the room. Youâd have to go on a scavenger hunt to find all of your belongings later but that wasnât a problem for now.Â
You peer over at him when you hear a rummaging sound and heâs pawing through his bedside drawer.
âCondom?â You ask, resting your head on your bent arm as you watch.
âI swear thereâs one in here.â He says, frustrated.
âAha!â He pulls out a foil wrapped condom before tearing open the packaging with his teeth. He pulls it out, rolling it onto his erect member before using two fingers to beckon you over.Â
âCome to the edge of the bed.â He says, voice like honey. You shake your head though, youâd wanted to ride him for a while now and tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity.
âI want to ride you.â You say, scooting over and patting the space beside you.Â
âCome get comfy.â You purr, flipping over so your ass was on display. It seems to work as you watch his adam's apple bob before heâs climbing into bed and settling in amongst the pillows.
âI could never say no to you.â He smiles at the ceiling before turning his attention to you.
âIâm going to remember you said that.â You say, climbing over him. He immediately goes for your tits, grasping them in both hands before running his thumbs over your perked nipples. You moan as he does, the attention sending energy straight down to your core. You look back down at him to see him biting his lip as he watches his hands play with the soft flesh.Â
âLike what you see?â You ask, your hands slotting over his against your chest.Â
âAlways have.â He admits, eyes finally finding yours as you peer down at him from your perched position. You tilt your head, trying to find the answer in his eyes before you even asked the question.
âReally?âÂ
He drops his hands to your thighs and sighs.
âWell duh. Have you seen you?â He squeezes your thighs gently. âYouâre like super hot.âÂ
You laugh, taking a hand to cup the side of his face.
âWish you told me that when we were seniors.â You say, he turns to kiss your wrist.
âLive and learn.â He chuckles before tapping your thigh. âNow, are you gonna do what you came here for?âÂ
You look behind you, heâs still angrily erect, a bead of precum drips from the tip.Â
âThat looks painful.â You coo, scooting backwards, âLet me fix that for you.âÂ
âThank God.â He sighs to the ceiling, you just laugh again before taking him in your hand and running his cock through your folds, slicking him in your juices. You were ready for him, had been since he kissed you, even more when he groped you so shamelessly.Â
Once he was well and truly slicked, you align him with your entrance before slowly sinking down on him. You cry out as you take him inch by inch, he lets out a guttural moan when you finally hit the base, stretching you out.
âShit, youâre tight.â He grits through his teeth, hands coming to hold your waist in support.Â
 He sits up and ducks his head to lavish your nipple in attention, sucking gently before licking over with his hot tongue. You sigh at the sensation, nails raking over his back as you begin to move up slowly, rising on your knees. He felt so good, like he was made for you. The burning sensation had already subsided and all there was now was sweet pleasure. You wondered what your relationship would be like after this, were you going to go on actual dates now, be fuck buddies? You knew your feelings were too strong for him to be anything casual, your heart would break at the prospect of this being a one time thing. But it all depended on what he wanted, what he thought of you. He admitted he had thought you were attractive to him since youâd met but is that all he felt? Lust?
 He moves to kiss your shoulder, nipping at the skin there as you sink back down. He could be so tender, youâve learned in your time with him tonight, so caring. It again made you question his intentions, how could someone who was so loving want just to fuck you? He brings his head up to kiss you again, swallowing down your moans as you sink back down, more quickly this time, harder. Soon enough youâve got a pace down and heâs snapping his hips up to meet you in the middle, creating a delicious friction that has you hurtling towards an orgasm at lightning speed. You can see it on the horizon, steadily approaching.Â
You separate your tangled tongues to warn him of your upcoming release.
âJosh,â You pant as he snaps his hips up once more, you pause to let out a moan, âBaby, Iâm gonna cum.âÂ
âBy all means,â He quips, letting out another grunt as you meet his pelvis.Â
With another thrust, youâre there, cumming as you cry out his name. Your walls flutter around him and itâs enough to have him flustered.Â
âOh shit, Iâm gonna-â But he doesnât finish before he fills the condom with his seed, letting out a long moan that makes you clench around him. You loved the sounds he made throughout this whole experience, loved the way he touched you, the way he fucked you, you loved⊠him.Â
After he is finished, you slide from him, settling in amongst the sheets next to him. He pulls off the condom before tying it off, tossing it into the trash can beside the bed. After, he pulls you onto his chest and wraps an arm around you, fingers running up and down your spine. You rest a hand on his stomach, eyes fluttering shut after the effort you put into making love to him. He kisses your temple before checking the time on the alarm clock on the side table.Â
âShit.â He mutters. You peek your eyes open.Â
âWhat?â You ask, heart dropping for some reason, like you couldâve caused the sudden change of mood.
âIâve gotta do something.â He says, unwrapping from you and finding his clothes. You follow in suit, finding your panties before sliding them up your legs. Before long youâre both dressed. He catches your hand and pulls you into an embrace.Â
âListenâŠâ He says, pulling away. You dread the look on his face, like he was fighting something internally.Â
âWhat? Is something wrong?â You ask quietly, almost afraid of the question.
âI know I invited you here.â He starts, for some reason he looks⊠guilty?
âBut you need to leave.âÂ
Your heart sinks to your stomach⊠what?Â
âWhat?â You ask, voice harboring a little quiver.
âShitâs about to go down and I donât want you near it.â He says, honestly. But, what did that mean? What shit was about to go down?Â
âWhat do you mean?â You ask, completely lost.
âI need you to trust me.â He grabs your shoulders and gives you a look. A look that strikes you as the most serious youâd ever seen him. You have no choice but to trust him, to do as he asked. You still had a million questions but his stare silences you.Â
âI do.â Is what you settle on and he kisses your forehead at the acceptance.Â
âGreat.â He lets you go before making his way to the door and opening it for you, you walk through and he follows closely as you make your way down the stairs and to the door. You were sore, still feeling him between your legs. Normally, itâd be something that made you blush but you were feeling too confused, too puzzled to think of anything else as you pull on your parka and grab your suitcase. You turn to say something but he grabs your face and kisses you deeply. You return in, eyes closing and hands going to his waist before you both pull apart.
âI promise everything will make sense by dawn.â He says, letting you go and opening the large front door. You just nod, what else could you do?Â
So, you left, stepping into the cold night and soon enough youâre in the cable car, slowly making your way down the mountain. A million questions swarmed your head but those would have to wait⊠until dawn. âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: .✠. :âïŸ. âââ A note: Hope you enjoyed that! Had to change a few things for the plot to work but nonetheless hope it was fun to read! âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: .✠. :âïŸ. âââ Taglist (comment to be on it)
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i need to be sedated. oh my god..
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Tension-Filled Moments
Another request I got! Hope everything's fine with everyone, currently remodelling my posts, so I guess having some sort of intro here is obligatory? Anyways, requests are still open, so come with more if you want to. Enjoy! <3
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âSam, I look ridiculous!â I complain, walking out of the fitting room. Iâm wearing a horrid-looking orange-red dress. It highlights my worst features.Â
âOkay, I hear youâ she sighs. âIt looked better on the rack, try the red one insteadâ she waves her hand dismissively, urging me to get this filth out of her vision. At least she didnât have to wear it. I take it off, making sure to be careful. I swear to god, if I ruin this and have to pay for it, itâll be the end of me. The end of my wallet to be specific. Anyone who bought this type of clothing should be ashamed of themselves. I hang it back on the handler, taking forth the red short dress and putting it over my head. Itâs dark, fitting, with a neckline thatâs a little too low. I love it. I walk out, spinning and parading in front of Sam, and she cheers in response.Â
âThatâs what Iâm talking about! See, you kiss a thousand frogs, youâll eventually find your prince!âÂ
âWell, all that time trying on outfits paid off when this was the resultâ I exclaim, turning and looking at myself in the mirror. I look amazing, hot, sexy. Just like I was planning.Â
âAshleyâs wearing brown, right?â I ask, looking over. It was a colour-party, but since no one wanted a colour that had the same letter as the first one in their name, everyone improvised. Sam was gonna wear gold, Chris green, Matt orange⊠Everyone was different. âI know, she said she wanted to go for something homey, though I think she and Chris will match more than we thinkâ she smirks, and I smile in response. How can the both of them be so oblivious?Â
âThink anyone will end up in the same colour?â she asks, a bit worried.Â
âNah, I think Jess made sure of that. She was scared for the same thingâÂ
âWell then, nothing to worry aboutâÂ
***
We make our way up to the Washington residence, the cold autumn wind flowing through our hair. The music is loud enough to be heard from where we parked, and the lights inside are blinking furiously. Sam opens the door for me, and I walk inside, surprised by the lack of people. We are late, at least by half an hour, but only Ashley, Chris and the Washington siblings are here.Â
âHey guysâ I greet, walking over. Ashley looks stunning. How can someone look so approachable and glamorous at once, in brown? Chris didnât put his heart in the outfit, a dark green shirt and tie paired with black pants. Beth arrives, wearing a dark grey suit with a white undershirt. It looks amazing, exactly her style.Â
âHey girlsâ she greets, walking over to us. She holds out her hands to Sam, signalling for her to take off her jacket.Â
âWow, such gentleman behaviourâ Sam comments, taking off her coat, revealing her glittering golden dress. She looks stunning, like a goddess. Everyone looks at her in awe, and I get a glimpse of a slight blush on both her and Bethâs faces.Â
âYouâre like the sun, like a literal glowing personâ Hannah comments, walking past her sister and giving her a hug. Sheâs wearing a long dark purple dress, almost so dark I canât see the colour.Â
âMatches her personalityâ I state, opening my jacket to hang up. At this moment, I suddenly feel a warm presence behind me. Something dark, something big. Two hands go to my shoulders, slowly dragging off my jacket.Â
âI guess Iâll take thisâ he whispers, and I immediately recognise the voice. The famous Josh Washington. His breath is going hot against my ear, sending small shivers down my spine. I let him pull off the clothing, painfully slow, head near my neck the entire encounter. I try not to blush, try not to let the erotic images in my head get to me, but itâs hard. Each second feels like several minutes, like the whole room goes dark and weâre the only ones here.Â
Safe to say I might have a thing for Josh, but heâll never know that. Weâre those types of friends who always flirt, always take the joke a tad too far, always do something to fluster the other. Everyone has gotten used to it by now, our bickering and small comments. They are never mean, but always have some sort of suggestive undertone to them. As he whispers in my ear, no one pays attention, everyone being busy with each other. If they only knew what goes through my head every time he does something like this.Â
I turn around, the jacket finally being far enough down to not be in the way. I meet his face, now awfully close to mine. The things Iâm thinking about, the things I want to do right nowâŠÂ
âWell, I guess chivalry goes in the familyâ I state, looking him up and down. Heâs wearing all black. A black suit with a black shirt. His eyes stand out as the only colour shown.Â
âMaybe it does, but you wearing that dress isnât gonna make it last longâ he whispers, just out of earshot for the others.Â
âSay, are you staring down my chest right now Joshy?â I ask, a smirk forming on my lips.Â
âHard not toâÂ
âFunny guyâ
âI try to beâÂ
I clap him on the shoulder in a joking manner before turning to walk over to the others.Â
âWell, keep tryingâÂ
Theyâve started drinking, everyone having some sort of colourful drink. I grab a blue one, making my way to Hannah.Â
âWow, look at you!â she shrieks, eyes widened. âYou look like you just came out of Vogue!âÂ
I laugh in response, thanking her. âWhat about you though, looking like youâre about to go to a galaâ
She twirls in response, the dress following in a graceful manner. It is truly a stunning one, and the colour is breathtaking. We talk for a while, not about serious stuff, just random things that happened during the week.Â
âMike came to see meâ she suddenly says, taking a long sip of her drink. I furrow my brows in confusion.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âWell, he had some down-time from his studiesâ she smiles, giving me a wink. A dark feeling grows in my chest. Theyâre not close friends, they never have been.Â
âAnd youâŠâ I start, hoping that she finishes my thought.Â
âOh no, no!â she laughs, waving her hand. âNothing happened, of course not. I would never do that to Emily. We just talkedâÂ
âRightâ I sigh, uncomfortable with the whole situation. I know Emily is very insecure, at least deep down. I donât think she would appreciate her boyfriend coming over to her friend late at night to talk. I look over at Sam, and sheâs on her way to the bathroom.Â
âIâll be right back Hannah, just have to accompany Sam to the bathroomâ I quickly say, making my way to the hall, following the blonde.Â
âPsst, Sam!â I whisper-yell, and she turns around, noticing me. She shakes her head, holding her hands forth.Â
âLet me come with you, pleaseâ I beg, making a pouty face. She rolls her eyes and signals for me to join her.Â
âThis better be importantâ she huffs, linking our arms as we walk down.Â
âI just wanted a break, heard a little more than I wanted toâ I state, relaxing against her.Â
âThe late visit Hannah got from Mike?â she asks, and I look at her face, confused by how she already knows it. She notices my stare and laughs, a small and gentle one.Â
âHeard it from Bethâ she explains, and I nod in reply. That makes sense.Â
âHow long do you need to be gone for?â she asks impatiently.
We stop, a couple of doors away from the bathroom, and I look at her accusingly. She seems anxious, like she doesnât really want me here.Â
âSam, whatâs going on? Are you okay?â I ask, sensing her impatience.Â
âUm- I justâ she starts, unsure of what to say next. A switch in my head clicks. She snuck out, she doesnât want me here, and her cheeks are red and flushed. The realisation hits me in a flash.Â
âYouâre going to have sex with Beth in the bathroom!â I exclaim, proud of my mystery-solving skills. Her hand flies to my mouth, shutting me up. I didnât realise how loud I was.Â
âAre you insaneâ she scolds, and I immediately feel bad.Â
âSorry Samâ I muffle under her fingers.
Her hand moves away from my mouth, a little at first to check that I wonât scream.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll keep her awayâ Josh says, suddenly standing beside us.Â
âJosh?â we both say in unison. What is he doing here?Â
âI was just-â Sam starts, stammering even more than before. He holds a finger up, and she stops.Â
âI absolutely DONâT want to know about my sisterâs encounters. Please donât make me kick you outâ
Sam smiles in response, giving him a nod before continuing to the bathroom. She disappears down the hall.Â
âWow, you saved yourself a murder trialâ I comment. âI was positive she was gonna kill meâÂ
âNah, Sam couldnât, but Beth wouldâ he adds, holding out his hand for me. I take it, and we start walking back.Â
âYou know, you should wear suits more oftenâ I say, looking over at him again.Â
âOh, really? Are you into this?â he smirks, eyes catching mine.Â
âMaybe a littleâ I shoot back, and he takes a deep breath. Two can play this game, and he should know how easy it comes for me. I only say what I think.Â
âLetâs say I were to slam you against this wall right now, and feel myself up your thighâ he starts, and my cheek flush. Thank god itâs dark here. âHow would that make you feel?âÂ
I feel my heat getting wetter just from the thought. It would never happen, but itâs still something that I think about every night. Often ending in a cold shower.Â
âFine, we can both do thisâ I say, and he gives me an intriguing look, eager to see what I can come up with. âLetâs say, Josh, I was to slam you against this wall. I would kiss your neck, bite your skinâŠâ I continue, stopping us, and letting my finger trail his upper body. I slowly move it down as I continue. âAnd I would bend down in front of you, lower, and lower, and lowerâ I say, each repeating word slower and more sensual than the last. His breath quickens as my hand makes it to his lower stomach. Heâs quick to take hold of my wrist before it goes further.Â
âYouâre good at thisâ he whispers, faces closing in. He smells good, a mix of pine and cinnamon.
âDonât start a fight you canât win Joshâ I tease, dragging him over to the party.Â
The others have finally arrived. Jess in a stunning light blue, Emily in glittering silver, Mike in white and Matt in orange.Â
âHey guys!â I greet them. Jess gives me a loud shriek, jumping up and down like a child.Â
âYou look beautiful!âÂ
âSo do you, Jessâ I exclaim, and she gives me a little spin. I look over at Emily. Sheâs got shiny silver pearls in her hair, complimenting her 20s dress. Classy and elegant, like she always is. Hannah approaches her and Mike, and I take that as a sign to leave. If something breaks out, I donât want to stand in the middle.Â
I walk to the kitchen, quick to make myself a drink. I donât care about which colour, just that itâs strong. Suddenly, a hand makes its way to my waist, grabbing my skin harshly. I bite my lip to stop a sound about to escape from my mouth. If he only knew what doing these small things did to me. Not only this, but the small touches too. The slight brush of our fingers when walking past each other, those beautiful eyes narrowing just a bit, that small lick to his lip whilst talking. Everything gets me going, and itâs exhausting. I turn around to face the culprit.Â
âWell, hello againâ I smile.Â
âFelt the need for another break so quickly? You were barely outâ Josh comments. Again, everything seems to fade away as we talk, every single person and object being blurred out in the background.Â
âOr maybe I just wanted to get your attentionâ I tease, biting my lip a tad too noticeable. He glances down at them, his own lips parting slightly in response.Â
âYou certainly got itâ he whispers back, head slowly moving closer to mine.Â
âGuys!â Chris shouts, running into the kitchen and slamming the door close. The heat of the moment fades as fast as it came.Â
âWhatâs up Chris?â I ask, and Josh takes a step back, moving to lean on the counter on the opposite side of me. Chris is panting heavily, a light pink shade covering his cheeks.Â
âCalm down bro, whatâs going on?âÂ
âI think Iâm about to fuck Ashleyâ
I stare at him, eyes widened. Where did this come from? I thought this would take an eternity for the both of them.Â
âChris, you need to take a breatherâ I state, holding my hands up for him to calm down. âWe already know you want to, but youâre about to?âÂ
âIt just- it happened so fast!â he exclaims, rambling on.Â
âWait, have you already had sex with her? How many people are gonna take advantage of my house tonight?â Josh asks, looking over at me. I smile.Â
âEveryone but you darlingâ
âOh, but believe me, princess, Iâve got someone on the hook tonightâ he winks, and I roll my eyes.Â
âGuys listen to me!â Chris yells, stealing our focus back to him. âWe were in the hallway, and I think weâre both drunk, I donât know-â
âYouâre definitely both drunkâ I interrupt, earning a glare in response.Â
âAnyway, and the moment was there, everything was heating up and⊠Well, she kissed meâÂ
âOh my god!â I exclaim. Finally it happened.Â
âDude, are you serious? Well done!â Josh moves to give him a high five, but Chris leaves him hanging, causing him to disappointedly take down his hand again.Â
âAnd what happened after?â I ask, intrigued and excited.Â
âWell, we made out for a while, and she said something about âbeing sooooo tiredâ so I ran over here to you guysâÂ
We both look at him, mouths wide open. He just left? She gave him such a hint and he came here instead of being with her?Â
âDude, you messed upâ Josh says, hand moving to his head.Â
âAshley is probably waiting for youâ I add. Itâs like he has a major realisation, eyes widening and a surprised look.Â
âShit, shit, shitâÂ
âRun man!â Josh urges, and Chris thanks us before running out of the kitchen again.Â
When he leaves, I look over at Josh, whoâs already facing me. We both burst out laughing, and keep going for at least two minutes. We finally calm down after a bit, and I try to regulate my pulse.Â
âGod, I canât breatheâ I smile, flapping my hands for air. I feel hot, my face is probably super red and my stomach hurts from all the laughing.Â
âYou know, thereâs other ways to get your breathing like thatâ he says, and I look up to find him smirking, both hands leaning on the counter behind him. He looks stunning in the black suit, and I can already imagine him taking off the jacket and choking me against the wall.Â
âDoes that do something to you?â he asks, biting his lip.Â
âIâm positively dripping right here where I standâ I answer, not exactly lying.Â
âThen you know how I felt in the hallwayâÂ
âLuckily for me, it doesnât show, you howeverâ I say, pointing to his nether region.Â
âYou think I donât know when I turn you on?â He takes some steps closer, leaning a bit over me.Â
âAs if youâve ever seen me turned onâ I whisper seductively.Â
âTrust me, I know. Thereâs a slight blush on your cheeksâ he starts, hand moving to cup my face. âAnd your body gets incredibly warmâ he continues, the other hand moving to my arm. âOf course, thereâs also those small squirms, the way you subtly rub your thighs together, as if waiting for me to do something about itâ his hand graces down my arm, following down to my hips.Â
Thereâs no air in the room, no way to breathe. His face gradually moves closer, heads tilting a little in opposite directions. My heat pools as his hands continue feeling me up, groping me. One flies to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and pushing me towards him. His hot breath graces my skin, the smell of alcohol and wood mixing. Or noses touch, and-Â
The door abruptly opens, and Emily barges in. We hop away from one another.Â
âFucking hell Josh, can you please control your sister?â she asks, irritated and going right for the strong stuff.Â
âWhatâs going on Em?â I ask, almost afraid of the answer.Â
âSheâs all over Mike, my Mike!â she shouts pouring her drink all the way to the brim of the glass.
âJust chill Emily, everyone knows heâs your boyfriend, sheâs not gonna do anythingâ Josh says, trying to calm her down.Â
âYouâre right, at least she wonât if her big brother is in the room. Come on, both of you!â she urges, waving her hands like one does with dogs. We look at each other before obliging, walking with her out to the living room.
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Can you please do Josh and reader watching a movie?
I absolutely can anon! Gonna do a horror movie cuz thatâs on theme HAHA. I hope this satisfies your Josh craving 𫶠feel free to request something different if not đ«Ą
Study Session
Joshua âJoshâ Washington x Reader
I ended up referencing an old German film so if anyone can figure out what it is from the very vague description I gave then hereâs a sweet treat đ°
Gonna update the gif when ppl start making gifs of the sexy delicious remake
GIF updated with cutie Josh passed out in front of the fireplace literally the exact vibes IM LIVING
âYou got the snacks, princess?â Josh calls out from the living room, as he sets up the projector for your weekly âspecial movieâ night.
As part of Joshâs psychology degree, he had the chance to pick a major, and to him and his parents, it was a no brainerâ film.
However, what he didnât anticipate was the amount of weird, silent movies from the 1920s that he had to analyse in his classes.
âItâs like watching paint dry!â He exclaims, âI get that I have to understand the rules of film before breaking them, but Dadâs been doing this since before I was even an idea!â Josh drags on.
âJosh, babe. Youâre starting really to sound like every nepo baby in Hollywood. I love you!âŠbut shut up.â you peck him on the lips before pulling back to smile at him, a kinder way of telling him to shut his trap about his first world problems. He smiles dumb from the small act of affection and touch love, unable to recall what was bothering him in the first place as you dissolve his worries.â
Upon hearing his complaints, you suggest making it into a movie night, as opposed to a traditional study session where youâre both hunched over your laptops and textbooks.
Your idea sends a colony of butterflies into Joshâs stomachâ you want to watch a boring movie with him? The fact that you want to spend time doing mundane things, like studying with him, makes him envision a life of pure domesticity. How could he say no to an opportunity to cuddle and be with his partner?
Before you know it, youâre microwaving popcorn and opening packets of lollies to enjoy (and to pass the time).
âJust about done! The popcorn is extremely fresh so enjoy with caution!â You mention as you pinch the bag from the top to avoid burning yourself.
He stands back up from setting up the projector equipment, looking at you with warm eyes. He questions âAre you saying that because you nearly burnt your mouth trying to eat it?â, his tone underscored with amusement.
âGuilty.â The one word expresses your regret for attempting to snack early. You settle the bags of snacks and popcorn on the coffee table, and sink into the pullout couch, ready to be entertained.
âWhat is this movie about exactly? The cover looks kinda freaky, I wonât lieâ you examine the starting screen projected on the wall. Josh appreciates how youâre eager to demonstrate an interest in his studies despite not knowing too much.
âIn the most succinct way I can say it without spoiling thingsâŠâ he trails off, âA vampire tries his hand at real estate, and rats wipe out a town of people!â Your face morphs from interested to deadpan at the lack of proper context, âI guess I just gotta watch and see, hey?â
âPrecisely, princess.â Josh affirms as he sits down next to you. His pet names for you never cease to make your core temperature rise with the influx of butterflies. As he wraps an arm around your frame, he presses play on the film.
Josh adds, âThankfully for us, thereâs English subtitles⊠because this entire movie is in German. So youâre gonna have to focus just as much as me, and resist the urge to go on Instagram.â He kisses your head to avoid any rebuttal from you.
An hour passes by and at this point both you and Josh become extremely comfortable on the couch. Lying down whilst cuddling, you hold eachother accountable by not scrolling in your phones and actually discussing the plot of the film and the main points Josh needs to remember for his analysis. The movie finishes and youâre both still awake.
Josh breaks the comfortable silence, turning to admire your features âThanks for watching this boring movie with me, babe. You made this way more fun for me.â he pecks your forehead, followed by the tip of your nose. He gazes at your lips longingly, before looking into your half-lidded eyes and receiving a small nod.
He leans into to kiss you passionately, receiving a mutual signal from your eagerness. He can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks and heâs sure you can hear his pulse rapidly increasing the longer you two occupy the same space.
You place your hands on his broad chest, feeling him gently and slowly. Josh wraps his arms around your waist and places you in his lap, and breaks away from the kiss. You catch your breath simultaneously, staring into eachotherâs eyes, as if youâre telepathically communicating your love for each-other.
âJosh, thereâs no need to thank me. Iâll do just about anything with you. Because, as long as itâs you, nothing can possibly be boring.â you cut into the hot silence.
Josh revels in your statement, his eyebrows raised âAre you saying you liked the movie?â his amusement is discernible at this point. He looks at you like you contain galaxies in your eyes.
You give him a kiss on the lips again before breaking away again and grinning widely âI actually did, and I like spending time with my boyfriend.. letâs study more often!â You suggest lightly.
Josh picks you up to carry you bridal style, walking down the hall to your shared bedroom, âI can think of a different kind of studying we can do. Donât you have an anatomy exam soon?â he smirks before laying you down on the bed, wedging a knee between your legs and trapping you in his arms.
Maybe this studying will involve an all-nighter for the two of you.
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AGORA HILLS- JOSH WASHINGTON
pairing: bestfriend!josh x onlyfans!reader
word count: idkk sorry i wrote this in one sitting in the app
summary: the whole group thinks you're an innocent angel, but josh found your little secret account on onlyfans a few weeks earlier. little do you know, he wants to be a feature.
warning: IMPLIED SMUT (like they basically do it oki), fingering, praise, dumbifaction, swearing, petnames, size kink, manhandling, mocking/ teasing, filmed sexual activity
not spell checked im sorry if theres any mistakes!
"boy, you're the one, you're the only man/ me and you on my OnlyFans/ holy cow, you're the holy trin'/ hold me down when a hole need dick"- doja cat, agora hills
josh felt like a complete and total pervert.
he couldn't help but let his gaze linger as he stared at you from across the room. he was undressing you with his eyes, leaving every trace of you vulnerable, despite your clothes still being on, trying to ignore him and focus on the rest of the group.
it was late in the night, everyone sitting around the fire in the lodge, warming themselves before bed. drinks had been passed around, some blunts smoked here and there.
but he was high off of the info he had about you. and you didn't even know- and it was killing him.
josh's attraction had been bubbling up for quite some time, and he couldn't help but think you wanted him too. a sweet, innocent, naive girl, too scared to hurt a fly- you often became flustered at his comments and flirty remarks. with you- he wasn't even trying to be funny, or witty.
he was so fucking truthful when he always whistled at you, giving your hip a gentle pat as he'd put his arm around you from behind. pipsqueak was your name, because he was so much bigger then you.
everyone was.
but as sexual secrets were being passed around, and you claimed you had none, everyone teasing you- he knew that wasn't true. he was scrolling only fans as one did on a late friday night after smoking- and he had stumbled across something that made his heart drop, his dick get even harder.
it was you- though you didnt show your face, he could tell just from your body it was you. the body he fantasized over for so many nights, here- in front of him.
and just his luck, you were letting people join for free on this one night. it was fate. clicking on yoru profile, he skimmed through all your content, few things- as it looked like you had started not too long ago.
he couldn't help but touch himself as he stared at your naked mirror selfies, or little skirts, and if he was lucky- a video of you touching yourself with your skirt hiked up.
the skirt you wore now was the same on in that video. he watched as you hid your face in embrassment at everyones teasing, and couldnt help but let his lips curl up into a smirk.
"fine, if you havent done anything, do you at least like someone?" you murmered somethin lowly, turning your head towards the fire.
"what was that pipsqueak?" he taunted, his long leg reaching over to nudge your leg. "do i have to?"
"yes bitch! we all spilled, you gotta give us something here."
you took a breath, eyes catching his for a split second. "i like josh."
"ayooo i knew it!" mike grinned cheekly, looking over at josh. "we all knew that." jess teased, nudging your arm.
"don't hold that over my head please." you begged at josh and he winked. "everything is over your head baby." he teased and you groaned.
"alright. well just cause i said that, i deserve a hot shower before bed. goodnight gang." you stood up, giving the group a little salute before turning in the wrong direction.
"wrong direction pips." josh called, making the others laugh. he had to come and direct you, turning you the other way, his hand rubbing little circles on your back, fingers slipping under your shirt.
he was warm and you couldnt help but lean into him as he waved goodnight to the group, throwing them a wink as he guided you down the hall to your room.
"so you like me, hm?"
"that was a drunk thought." you sputtered out as he guided you futher from the group.
"you've had two drinks and a puff of my blunt. you're sober baby."
"whatever.." you mumbled under your breath, making him chuckle. you bit your lip as his hand slip to rest on your hip, fingers stretching down to brush the curve of your ass.
god you wanted him. it was fucking killing you, and him. his cock strained against his jeans, and he wasnt sure how much longer he could wait.
it was like a leash had snapped, when you had admitted to having a crush on him, and even that you wanted to fuck him. he had all the conformation he needed.
"you stumbled into the empty bedroom and he turned the lock, walking over to you- making you stumble back and hit the edge of the bed.
"so you wanna fuck me? is that it?"
"dont taunt me." you moaned softly, fingers gripping the sheets subtly.
"im not trying to taunt you baby, you know i just joke. but you really want me to fuck you? i thought you were miss innocent?" he toyed, leaning down enough to make you go down on your elbows. he bit his lip, eyes tracing your cleavage through your top. your breath went shallow.
"i am joshy i swear."
"really miss pornstar?" you froze.
"i'm not a pornstar joshy dont be silly." his eyebrow cocked, and he leaned close enough you were pratically smuthered by his large frame, tounge darting out to lap at your neck.
"is that so misskittycat?" you moaned as he nipped your neck, teeth biting the skin playfully.
"i dont know what your talking about.."
"you touch yourself so pretty baby. ya know i touched myself to that? it was so much better then in my head. such a pretty pussy." he hummed.
"maybe you can show me how you touch yourself so i can, yeah?"
at this point, you were putty. you couldnt hold up the innocent act any longer. youd do anythng he'd ask, and do it happily.
"i think about you when i do it." you confessed, and he chuckled deeply.
"yeah? you wanna say that to the camera sweetheart?" you turned, seeing an old camcorder opened on the dresser.
"wh-"
"dont worry, its not on. just had it here from a few trips ago. did you want me to turn it on?"
your eyes widdened. "d-did you want to?"
"i asked you the question pips." he smiled as he placed his large hands on your hips, fingers brushing your skin and making you dizzy/
"w-we could film ah- content if you want.."
"yeah?" his voice dropped, and you felt yourself swoon as he kissed you gently, slipping his tounge in your mouth faster then you could think. "yeah" you moaned out as he moved his hands down to push your legs open.
he broke the kiss, reaching over with ease to click the camera on, and you watched as the little red light started to blink. "we're rolling honey. but its just you and me okay? just focus- hey- focus on me okay?" he gripped your chin and guided your gaze back to him. you dumbly nodded, leaning into his touch.
"is this okay?" he asked softly, guiding your hand down to touch your soaked panties. you nodded.
"why dont you show me how you touch yourself baby? so i do it just how you like." you felt heat rise in your cheeks, limbs tingely as you dipped your hands down your panties.
"cmon show the camera baby." he manhandled you, picking you up with ease to turn you around, tugging your panties to the side. you shamelessly dipped your finger inside, moaning softly as you curled it.
"oh yeah like that?" he teased, finger darting up to rub your clit. you squrimed at the pressure he applied, rubbing slow gentle circles. "y-yes fuck joshy"
"oh dont get shy on me now." he laughed, taking your finger out to replace it with his own. you let out a gasp, a look of surprise on your face at the larger sensation, his fingers reaching spots you didnt even know fingers could reach.
"oh i know baby, its so much bigger then yours hm?" his fingers curled and you bowed, letting out a loud moan as you squirmed again. his dirty talk had your head going empty like static on an old tv.
"yeah baby im gonna take such good care of you."
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Happiest Iâve ever been
Josh Washington x F!Reader
Josh holding his newborn child holding her so delicately in his arms. Staring in awe and amazement at the life he created with his partner. she was so tiny so helpless.
She squirmed in his arms, slowly opening her eyes taking in her surroundings. His heart skipping a beat as she locked eyes with him.
Her tiny hand wrapped around his finger, and his heart melted as tears brimmed his eyes. He chocked back a sob as he stared down at little Hannah Elizabeth Washington.
He walked over to you, placing the baby on your chest. Causing you to cry tears of joy seeing your newborn daughter. You ignored the blood and fluids that covered her; gently rubbing her back.
Josh leaning down as you two admired your newborn, âOh Josh, she's perfect.â you whispered, staring at her in awe. She seemed to relax on your chest, her eyes slowly closing as the rythmatic beat of your heart lulled her to sleep.
You watched as the doctor took her to get her cleaned up, and you looked over at Josh. Watching the entire process as they cleaned your baby, you reached over and squeezed his hand reassuringly. You smiled at him lovingly, he squeezed your hand back gently.
âWe made her.â He whispered, in disbelief. âWe sure did.â You said, rubbing his hand with your thumb.
âA-and you..â
âYou did amazing Iâm so proud of you.â He said, kissing the side of your head. Causing you to tear up. âI donât deserve either of you,â He said, holding your hand as he looked at you.
âYet, after everything Iâve done you stayed by my side and in return youâve made me the happiest Iâve ever been in a long time.â He said, and you smiled bringing his hand to your lips.
âOf course you deserve us.â You said reassuringly as you pressed your lips, against his knuckles. The nurse placed Hannah on your chest, and you smiled. Josh placed his hand over yours as you two cooed over your daughter. You turned to look at Josh and smiled leaning up to kiss him passionately.
âThank you,â whispered Josh as he leaned in closer, âNo, thank you.â You said, as you leaned his head against yours.
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