#it was from those small venue shows before clancy came out

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those note changes in backslide, OH MY GOD???

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Lucky Day [Josh Dun x Reader]

Title; Lucky Day Pairing; Josh Dun x AFAB!Reader Rating: Explicit CW; Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs

summary; You win a random raffle for a VIP Meet and Greet with Twenty One Pilots during the Clancy World Tour. But when you're left alone in a green room with Josh Dun while Tyler fixes something with the sound check, well, your luck just keeps getting better.

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You didn’t even know that the competition was going on.

You were never one to pay too much attention to social media, especially when it came to trying to hide spoilers of your favorite band’s upcoming tour. The Clancy Tour was supposed to be an amazing show, from your online friend’s spoiler-free descriptions of events. Pyrotechnics and the boys moving all around the entire arena, making sure that every person in every seat had something fun to look forward to. It was really sweet, you thought, how far they were going for this tour. It was a big one, after all, so why wouldn’t they? Your heartbeat was racing in line as you bounced on your feet, seeing each of the security guards offering out numbered bracelets to each person with smiles.

“Here you go,” One said when she finally reached you, “Looks like you’re 121.”

You were a little disappointed not to get double digits for your first show, but you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as you grinned and thanked her. She flashed something of a knowing smile for only a second before moving on to the others behind you. You slipped the band around your wrist and wiggled it into place, looking around curiously to check if anyone else was leaving for food or rest so that you could sneak alongside them. The last thing you wanted was all of these people seeing you scurry away. The thought of all of those eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey, what’s your number?”

It was a different security guard this time, talking to the small chunk of you that had just received bands. The people around you rattled off their numbers as they gazed at their wrists. The security man's eyes settled on you. Your gaze flashed to your band and you repeated 121 to him. The man nodded and pointed at you, reaching out his hand with a quick, “Come with me, please.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you felt your head spin with shock. Did you do something wrong? Had you cut someone by mistake? You looked around at the others in line, all equally as confused as you were. With a shaky nod, you shimmied your way from the line and followed behind the security guard while trying to ignore the wetness of your palms growing ever intense. Panic rattled your head, loud and obtrusive in its indignancy.

You’re going to get kicked out of the show. Someone framed you for a crime. You were complained about and now they had to sort it out and-.

“Here.”

You blinked in surprise, returning to reality as you looked down at the thin, cleanly cut orange wristband with the words ‘VIP WINNER’ across the plastic in white, blocky font. The Clancy logo rested next to it, also in white, a clear indication of its finality alongside it stamped with the Fueled By Ramen trademark at the very edge. It was a legit thing. Your brows furrowed as you took it in your hand, looking back up to the small group of venue organizers and security you had just realized you were brought to.

“O-Oh um. What is this for?” You wondered, holding it up dumbly.

“We decided for a few of these shows to do a little raffle,�� One of the venue managers, possibly a Twenty One Pilots crew member, explained, “They’re pretty hush, but we’ve been choosing one or two people at random in the GA line for a small meet and greet with the band. If you aren’t interested in it, we can take it back and redraw a number. Otherwise, if you want to, just talk with venue security at 3:00. Make sure it’s no later than 3:30, though, or we’ll revoke access.”

Meet and Greet. VIP. The words spun in your head as your smile spread on your lips and you nodded. Your legs were shaking and your body was vibrating with excitement. Anticipation. You had won something like that? You must have used up all of your luck for the year, surely, but somehow you were okay with that. Okay because you could come back at three and meet them. You could meet Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph.

And Josh Dun. You had said that already, though.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Tyler, of course. His lyrics hit you where it hurt and his intensity was something you admired greatly. Josh, though…

You thought of pictures of him. His squinty smile as he stuck his broad tongue out to cameras for photographs. His messy hair, now under-dyed red against his strong jaw. His entire body practically rippled every time he hit his drum set in videos, sending beads of sweat flying off of his forehead as he kept beat. The same sweat that made him shine under stage lights and…

“Any questions?”

“N-No. No, thank you. I’ll just be back at 3 then?”

“Yep, that’s all there is to it.”

You guarded your wristband with a thank you and hurried off, shoving it in your pocket and keeping your hand on it as you weaved around people. You tried to ignore the paranoia that all of their eyes were on you. That they had known what you were receiving.

Luckily you made it home in one piece, with enough time to throw yourself into your bathroom for a half-hour shower. You rubbed your hair and body with your favorite scented shampoo and body wash, lathering yourself up to drown in your signature smell. You brushed your teeth at least three times, flossing and throwing back some mouthwash for an extra kick of minty freshness. You bit your lips and watched your face carefully, brows furrowed as you attempted to decide if makeup was a good idea or not. You decided to just wear Chapstick. You’d sweat off all of the makeup in the pit at the end of the night anyway, you forgot to buy setting spray.

The outfit was what took the longest. You swore you felt like you were spending hours debating between two pairs of pants and a mini-skirt when your phone chimed with a reminder you had set up earlier. 2:00. You had an hour to dress and book it to the venue. With a huff and a quick ‘fuck it’ you decided to go with what you knew would be the most practical in a tightly packed pit. Pants with a couple extra pockets, hanging low on your hips as you threw over a Clancy shirt you had chopped up into something of a cropped tank top for the hot weather of your city.

You made it to the venue a little early after. The ten-minute wait until exactly 3:00 was killing you. When the digits of your phone finally switched, however, you mumbled a polite ‘excuse me’ to those in line before reaching the front. The security guard looked at you, a different one from earlier. You cleared your throat and pulled out your wristband from your pocket, relieved you hadn’t forgotten to trade it from your previous pants.

His eyes lit up in understanding and he opened the door to the venue for you. You heard just a few mumbles behind you but chose to ignore them as you entered the space. Air conditioning hit you immediately, making you sigh in appreciation as your wristband was wrapped around your right hand and your ticket for the actual show was scanned. “The doors open at 6:15 and the band has a final sound check at 5, just for some finishing touches. Just wait here while we get you your escort.”

You nodded, mind buzzing as you stood awkwardly beyond the entryway of the space. Your eyes caught those outside through the glass doors, watching you with frowns of curiosity. Blushing and awkward, you shuffled away from the doorway and down the hall a little further towards the venue’s stage. You bit your lip and bounced on your heels as you watched a familiar-looking man hurry towards you with a grin on his lips and a clipboard between his hands. He looked tired.

“Hi! I’m Mark,” He greeted with a nod at you, “You’re the VIP Winner, right?”

“O-Oh! Yeah, yeah that’s me, I’m Y/N” You laughed nervously, “I’m still in shock from that, honesty. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”

“Everyone’s day comes.” Mark laughed with you as he tilted his head, “Well then, Y/N, let's head over. The basic gist of it is that you can come backstage and I’ll introduce you to Tyler and Josh. We have a bit of a little lunch set up in the back, not much just sandwiches, but you can have some if you’d like. Any food allergies?”

“Oh, no, thanks for asking though.”

“All good. I’ll have to have you leave around the final sound check since they’ll need to warm up after.”

“That’s so fine,” You agreed with a nod. You’d still get, what, a couple of hours alone with the both of them? Your mind was on fire and you hoped it wasn’t also on your cheeks as you scurried behind Mark, quickening your legs a bit in order to keep up with him. He must be built for walking fast at this point in his life.

The walk was around the main entrance to the stage and into the backrooms. Security smiled at Mark and greeted him as they let you both through. You tried to stick close, terrified of getting separated, until you came to the open space of a shared break room. Security guards and stage crew were all chatting, munching on sandwiches, and sipping water with grins on their faces. No music played, the room was only filled with talk. You admired the space as Mark pointed it to you, explaining it was where the food was and you were welcome to it. You were shown the bathroom, given a small peak of the stage being used, and then brought all the way backstage until you saw a single piece of printer paper taped to the front of a door.

TWENTY-ONE PILOTS: TALENT

Your heart was a roar in your ears, a crashing wave as you wiped your hands on your pants awkwardly. Mark knocked on the door a few times, calling out after, “Tyler, Josh, you guys decent? I brought the VIP for the Meet and Greet!”

A voice called after a beat of a pause, “Bring ‘em in Markie.”

With a roll of his eyes, Mark opened up the door and gestured for you to go in first. You almost couldn’t move, but you somehow willed your legs into the space regardless.

It was a medium-sized room, with a long countertop that doubled as a sunken vanity in front of a mirror. The other side was decorated with pictures of other performers who had been in the room, their signatures signed on each of them. A couch was tucked under the photographs, and that was where Tyler was sitting with his legs crossed as he peered down at his phone. Josh was standing, however, with a bottle of water in his hand as he pulled at the center of his tank top to allow air to flow between the fabric.

Josh looked up at you first and you swore you were going to melt right there. He smiled as your eyes met, nervous but welcoming as he approached you and Mark with an eager wave of his hand. You swore he’d be wagging his tail if he had one. It made your shoulders relaxed as you smiled back at him, extending your hand as he did his. Your palms touched and you were almost relieved to find that his were literally just as sweaty as yours. You both seemed to tense at it, but your smiles helped you both to come to an understanding that nothing had to be said about it.

Tyler appeared second, his hand in yours for only a moment as he balanced his phone in his other with a polite smile at you as well. “It’s nice to meet you,” Tyler’s voice was kind but shy as he nodded.

“You too,” You laughed in disbelief, “It’s amazing to be able to be here and see you guys. Your music’s done a lot for me, it really has. I’m sure you hear it all the time, but, seriously. I’m excited to see you live tonight.”

“Have you seen any shows before?” Josh questioned. You shook your head ‘no’.

“First time.” You laughed, “It was my Lucky Day to get this too, I suppose.”

“Maybe it was fate.” Josh laughed, and you looked up at him in surprise. His cheeks were rosy as he watched you. His eyes, for a moment, seemed to linger down at the exposed space of your stomach as your crop top rode up before snapping back to your face as you turned to him. The thought made you blush, embarrassed. Did he think your shirt was weird? Was he uncomfortable with your stomach? You tugged at the edges of your shirt slightly, hoping he didn’t notice as you nodded politely.

Mark left the three of you alone, promising to come back when the time was up and for both boys to text him if something came up. Security was right outside the door, giving them time and the boys a safety net in case anything happened. You never would, naturally, but you could imagine how this would have gone if someone with more sinister intentions had gotten in. It seemed to be part of being famous.

Luckily, the three of you grew more comfortable as time went on. Josh led the conversations mostly, asking you about your life and how you found the band. As you talked you relaxed, and that seemed to make Tyler become more open as well. He seemed to be harder to open up than Josh, who was practically holding onto your words and engaging them with questions and small jokes. The jokes bubbled laughter from both of your lips as he did, his phrases sweet but funny as you smiled at him.

It began to grow clear that you and Josh had similar interests. You had expressed your want to learn drums but never had the time with your life. You feared failure and the concept of having to keep so many beats at once with a set overwhelmed you. Josh, eager to prove that it was not hard at all, pulled you to the couch with him so he could teach you basic counting by slapping the coffee table in front of you. You followed his movements and, soon, the both of you were drumming on the wood in sync. The beat wasn’t bad, surely a song you had known from their setlist, as Josh played it with professional ease.

“You’re not bad at all!” Josh complimented as he looked at you from his side, “Maybe you should play a show.”

“Oh god no,” You snorted as you shook your head at him, “In front of that many people? You’re way braver than I am for that, you know?”

“The energy is worth it,” Josh smiled, all teeth, as he looked at you, “But the fire on stage does make it hot.”

‘Yeah you are’ you thought, but bit your lip to prevent the words from falling out on accident.

“Damnit,” Tyler’s voice snapped the both of you out of your conversation. Looking up, you saw the singer running a hand through his hair with a loud groan and a shake of his head. When he looked at you, his face was both anxious and apologetic as he bit his lip.

“The sound mixer is messing up and practically skipping three songs in the setlist,” Tyler complained, frustrated, “I need to go up there and check what they are so I can transfer them from my phone. I’m so sorry, Y/N, it’ll just be a bit. Josh, are you alright here with them?”

“Oh! Yeah, for sure,” Josh nodded, “Go ahead, man, just let me know if you need me out there.”

“I’ll be fine,” Tyler shook his head with a smile, “Just make sure Y/N gets a good lucky day!”

With that he shut the door, leaving you and Josh alone in the green room. Without another to talk with, it felt more…intimate. He felt so close, suddenly, next to you on that couch. Your knees were touching, his skin against yours in his cargo shorts as he kept his hands on the table along with you.

You tried to peek at him from the corner of your eyes. His hair curled around his jawline, fluffy with soft red edges around his neck. Some of his skin was colored too, from where the dye had gotten into his skin and remained there until a few more washes. It must have just been done for the show. You looked down further at his nose, so crooked and long. Lips that bent as he smiled, perfect teeth that you couldn’t help but guess the feeling of on your skin and-.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“No! No no no, sorry!” You flushed red, rubbing the back of your neck, “I didn’t think I was staring for that long is all, my bad.”

“What, at me?” Josh blushed in surprise.

You remained silent, looking away from his gaze by putting your face in your hands and trying not to scream in complete embarrassment. You felt tears reach your eyes, unable to help yourself, as your mind raced through the current situation. You hadn’t hidden your crush well enough. You had looked too long. If you explained yourself he’d call you a creep and call security to escort you out without even being able to say bye to Tyler and to thank Mark. Your words stuck in your throat as you inhaled shakily.

“Woah! Hey, hey, hey.”

Arms were around you, dragging you into a firm side as Josh rubbed his palm along your back. You tensed but allowed his touch to soothe you slightly as he pressed in and out according to your breathing. An effort to not make you hyperventilate. It was welcome as you tried to hold your tears back in and pull your hands from your face, sniffling and coughing as you fought away the attack with his help.

“I’m. Ok. I’m sorry.” You were quiet, afraid of your own voice as you nodded, “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Josh smiled as he pulled his arms from around you, “I know that feeling. Pressure usually helps.”

“…Do you feel scared before you go on stage all the time?” You wondered, genuinely curious as you leaned back on the couch with an exhausted sigh.

Josh thought for a moment.

“I used to be, I think,” He leaned back with you too, “But now, with Tyler and how far we’ve come…It’s just easier to realize that, well, we’re kind of good at what we do. We love the feeling of the crowd. When I hear so many people from so many different angles I do feel nervous, yeah, but…also excited?”

You stared at him as he watched you back, and he licked his lips with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, I have a hard time wording things. It’s why I don’t talk in interviews that much. Tyler knows everything.”

“No! No, it was really helpful, honestly.” You reached out to give him a reassuring squeeze on his knee, just like he did to your shoulders when you panicked, “Thank you, really. Even if Tyler is busy, I’m honored.”

“Even if it’s just me?” Josh grinned playfully, but the words kind of hurt your heart. Did he think of himself as ‘just him’ often? You knew people online loved Tyler. They loved his lyrics and his energy. Many people loved Josh, too but somehow he still thought that?

“Because it’s you,” You emphasized with the most serious expression you could manage against your nerves, “Don’t tell Tyler, but I’ve always been in your lane more.”

He looked surprised, “Really?”

“Of course! Seeing you go out there and do your best despite your anxiety is amazing. Even from the bits you’ve been singing this tour, everyone is so proud of you. I am too. You’re just…Just so.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from moving downwards just a bit. From his eyes to his lips and then to his chest, which was straining against the fabric of his tank top currently. You tried to swiftly pull them away before you could get caught as you swallowed thickly, “So amazing, is all.”

His cheeks glowed a rosy hue after a few moments, brown eyes wide and all but sparkling under the green room light. He looked so beautiful like this. You couldn’t believe you were in the room with him while he gazed at you with such surprise. You stared at his face, determined to remember every line and imperfection you possibly could. Your hand didn’t move from his knee, squeezing appreciatively as you bit your lip. Once you were sure he noticed you staring for too long, though, you moved your hand from him.

You weren’t expecting his hand to jut out and catch your wrist with a soft ‘wait’ leaving his lips. Freezing up, you stared at him in surprise. He seemed to have surprised himself, too, based on his look. The recovery was quick, though, because Josh cleared his throat and murmured something almost anxiously, “I-I-um. Do you…”

“Do I…?” You furrowed your brow.

“Are you single?” He asked, allowing the words to tumble out before he could second guess them. You blinked once. Twice. You weren’t sure you heard him right.

“Huh?”

“I said um. Uh. Single. Are you?” He seemed to have trouble repeating his phrase. This was likely as embarrassing for him as it was for you and your cheeks felt like they were going to burn your face. Flames licked up to your ears and on the back of your neck as you sat up a little straighter and tried to find the words you were looking for. Anything that could help in this situation as you felt his hand tighten around your wrist hopefully. It sent sparks that led straight to your core as you shook your head.

“I’m uh. Single and ready to mingle.” You laughed at your bad joke, but it was okay because so did he.

“Are you asking…me…out?” You worried you’d be too forward with the assumption. Relief overtook you when he nodded his head in confirmation. You laughed in awe, breathy before nodding in agreement.

“To be fair,” Josh swallowed, as if holding something back, “I’d do…a lot more than just ask you out right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can I show you?”

“Uh,” You blushed, “Sure.”

Then he was leaning forward. Then his lips pressed to yours, tender and testing. You felt your shoulders tense as he held your hand rather than your wrist now, entwining your fingers hesitantly as he did so. You took a moment to register just what was happening before deciding this was just part of the luck you had stumbled upon. Closing your eyes, you let yourself lean into the kiss in an attempt to return it with just as much care as he was offering you.

He smiled against your mouth, happy to have you interacting with him, and then deepened his kiss. He made soft little noises in the back of his throat as he tongued at your lips, parting them to taste the back of your teeth with one long, broad sweep. God, his tongue was so broad. So much different and so, so much more filling in your smaller mouth than you thought possible. You moaned, unable to hold it back as your head spun around the room. Josh’s shoulders tensed and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he registered the sound.

When the both of you pulled away, Josh shuddered. He cast his eye swiftly to the doorway and bit his lip. You followed his gaze carefully, watching as he stood up and hopped over to the entrance. With careful, very slow movements, he did his best to lock the door without alerting the security guards on the other side. He gave you another look, a final wonder of confirmation. Did you want this? Was this okay?

You steeled your courage. This would be your one chance. Sitting up to face him a little more, you leaned back on the couch to shyly spread your legs while biting at your lip. You tried to invite him in with your body language. With the smile on your lips as you dug your fingers into the couch with a shaky sigh. That seemed to do it, at least, because you watched Josh’s eyes grow darker with hunger as he licked his lips without giving it much thought.

He covered the distance in just a few striders, impressive and eager. His lips were on you again as he grabbed your hips, maneuvering the both of you so that you were lying down on the couch and he was hovering over you. The position was a little awkward, given the size of the couch in comparison to the spread of Josh’s legs, but Josh could still kiss you. He could still reach out with one hand and run it along your skin, feeling up the bare expanse that your crop top showed off to him. He moaned as he gave your softer side a squeeze.

His hand covered so much of your body. His grip was calloused in comparison to your softer skin. His fists held the sides of your fat firmly, running fingers over the edges and admiring the softness of your body as he let them wander further up. His tongue pried your mouth open again, unabashed now in the way he was licking and searching. You were helpless to do anything but arch into his touches and offer little moans of appreciation for the things he did well.

He listened to you as his hand touched your chest, feeling the material of your underwear beneath his fingers and moaning into your mouth. When he pulled away, his mouth was wet with drool and desperation. His eyes searched yours, thrilled and needy, and you whimpered at the sight. You reached out, finally letting yourself touch him.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, feeling along his jawline. It tensed a little, but relaxed as you stroked under his chin, hand going around his neck to feel his Adam’s apple bob eagerly. Your fingers lowered further to the edge of his tank top, tracing his collarbone before feeling at the material of it curiously. Without a second to spare, Josh sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. Your breath hitched as you realized the sight that was offered before you, and you swore you got even more wet.

“Holy shit.” You spoke, unable to control the words as Josh laughed breathily. You sat up, inching your own crop top off of your body and throwing it alongside his shirt on the floor. Josh wasted no time in taking both of your breasts into his hand, giving them a firm squeeze. When he was satisfied, he rolled the flesh in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You gasped and whined, arching into the feeling until he got the hint and reached behind you.

There was a moment of Josh fumbling with your bra strap, biting his lips and concentration. You giggled and put a hand on his chest, asking him quietly to sit up a bit more. He complied, releasing you in favor of letting you sit up enough to undo your bra, letting it slide down to the floor with your shirt. You blushed as Josh stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth parted to reveal the pink tip of his tongue sticking out. His chest rose and fell, and your own greedy hands couldn’t be stopped.

Your palm rested on one of his pecs, inhaling as you felt the firmness of it. Josh shuddered under your touch, his voice a soft moan of appreciation as you massaged the flesh, letting your fingers brush along his nipple. He shivered at that, so you did the same to the other and now he whimpered. You smiled, delighted at your findings, before letting your hand drop further down, reveling in the way his abdomen rippled under you. He was solid, just like you had imagined. All hard edges and muscles in the best of ways. You let your hands stop right at the edge of his cargo shorts and your eyes focused on the growing tent that rested between his legs in awe.

“Um,” Josh whispered, trying to keep his breathing even as you touched him, “How far do you want to go?”

You hadn’t thought about that, really. Briefly, you considered the situation, looking at the door and then at the man over you. You bit your lip, considering the time. Considering that Tyler might come back. It hurt because, well, you wanted all of him inside of you. You wanted every inch of that man right there and then. Still, he was a guy you had just met, regardless of how many times you’ve seen his abs on your phone. This was still a public place, and you didn’t want to ruin the day of a staff member for having to clean things off of a couch that wasn’t really necessary.

“Um. It’s a little public,” You admitted with a flush, “But…I’d like to um. We could use our mouths for now?”

His cheeks pinkened again, and he nodded with another lick of his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Plenty of time, right?” He laughed as if trying to convince himself.

You smiled at him reassuringly, reaching out to touch his cheek again with your hand. He leaned into it, you weren’t sure if it was subconscious or not, though.

“Yeah.” You reassured him gently, “Maybe after the first date.”

This seemed to perk him up. At least enough so that he grabbed the hem of your own loose pants and began to slide them down slowly from your hips. You allowed him to remove them until they were down to your ankles, your shoes preventing any further removal. There was plenty of room to spread your legs, though, especially as Josh moved himself just enough to go for his own buckles. He pulled his pants open, lowering them along with his boxers. This was it, you realized as your mouth pooled with drool, this was definitely your lucky day.

His cock was hard, springing free and slapping against his firm stomach. You had always imagined it on the larger side, but holy shit was it different to see it up close. As it throbbed it leaked, precum beading fervently at the tip. A strand of it dripped from the head, leaking down in a long, thin strand onto his pants below. You moaned despite yourself, hungry for the sight before you.

With both of you pantless, it was Josh who made the first move. His hands grabbed your hips and spread you apart, maneuvering your body until you sat normally on the couch with himself on his knees in front of you. The coffee table had been shoved a few inches back to give him room, but his big hands on either side of your thighs made goosebumps erupt on your shoulders.

He pulled you so close to his face that his nose bumped your soft clit, making you whimper. Your core clenched around nothing as his warm breath hit you, ghosting over your folds. He chuckled, amused by your sensitivity as you moved one hand to wrap itself in his curly hair. Giving you one last smile, Josh dove forward without any other warning. His broad tongue licked a solid stripe up the expanse of your lips, dipping down inside just at the top and flicking his clit with his tongue.

You threw your head back into the soft couch, sinking back into it as you whimpered and cried out at his ministrations. He tested things first, giving you long licks and then short thrusts to see which ones pulled the best sounds from you. He focused on the way your hand twisted in his hair or the way your hips tried to buck against his strong grip. Eventually, his tongue found a rhythm of things that made you keen under his touch. He alternated between thrusting his tongue languidly inside of you before licking up to your clit and sucking gently. The pressure applied by his lips was heaven, and you cried out his name in shock as he scraped his pearly teeth against your sensitive bud. Your hips bucked hard, your hand tightening in his hair as you gasped out his name. You slapped your hand over your mouth immediately, gaze shooting towards the door in panic.

Josh grinned, pleased with the reaction, before continuing on. This time, however, he let one of your hips go. You were a mess by the time he pushed his middle finger inside of your dripping entrance, his tongue lavishing your clit with attention as he curled the finger inside of you. Your legs tensed, toes curling in your shoes as you arched yourself up and pulled his head closer to your entrance on instinct.

“J-Josh!” You felt so honored as you moaned his name. You worshiped its syllables on your tongue. You couldn’t believe that you were able to say it. You felt him add a second finger now, pumping them both in an earnest rhythm as he sucked on your clit once more, drool spilling from his mouth and down against his fingers, where he used it as more lube to move faster inside of you. You babbled at him around your hand as you covered your mouth, hips rolling on his face. He took your face-fucking like a champ, allowing you to hump at his lips like an animal. His nose bumped your clit as he shifted his tongue down to join his fingers, closing his eyes and moaning into you as he did so.

It was all it took. You barely warned him as you cried out, your stomach clenching and your release coating his chin as you came. Your legs shook at either side of his head, your hand clenching down hard on his hair before releasing it with a quiet whimper. He ate you out through your orgasm, tongue licking up whatever cum he could reach and swallowing it down. When he pulled his mouth away from you, his lips were red and his mouth dribbled with drool and your juices. He smiled wide at you as you looked up at him, dazed and awed by his ability.

“That was…wow.” You gasped, dazed. Josh nuzzled into your neck in response, kissing it. You felt the wetness of your cum stick to your skin, unpleasant but nothing you cared about as you bumped your nose into the side of his head and sighed with a smile, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” He murmured back, “You sounded hot.”

You blushed, swallowing as you pulled away from him. The hardness of his own cock was not unknown to you. You looked down between his legs, seeing it even more flushed than it was earlier. He must have been desperate, and you couldn’t help but pity him as you looked up into his eyes. With a reddening face, you leaned forward and wrapped your hand carefully around his cock. Josh gasped at the touch, and it devolved into a moan.

It throbbed the second you put your fingers around it. His cock was so thick you almost couldn’t get your fingertips around the whole thing. The thought of it stretching you out one day made your core throb and your mouth water. You looked up at him through wet lashes, waiting for his permission as you gave it one slow stroke, memorizing the texture of its velvety skin against your palm. Josh threw his head back and sighed, appreciative of the touch, before looking back with concern.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re too tired.” He offered gently.

“Get on the couch, please.” You whispered in reply, eyes pleading and full of lust.

You didn’t have to tell Josh again. Soon you were on your knees in front of him as he spread his legs out, cock hanging between them as he looked down at you from his seat in awe. You bit your lip as you came face to face with his cock. The scent was musky and hot. As you touched the tip of it curiously, the tacky precum followed your finger. It created a single web of wetness that stretched from his dick to your finger, making you inhale sharply. A hand reached into your hair, grabbing at your skull and waiting patiently for you to continue. “We don’t have a lot of time left, I think,” Josh warned with a murmur, “But I’m not sure I’ll last long, either.”

You nodded, willing to say anything as long as it mean you could suck him off. Leaning forward, you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and squeezed. It earned you a breathy, wonderful groan that tugged you just a little forward, hand tightening. You heard Josh inhale as you parted your lips to take in the head of his cock, tongue laving over the tip and dipping into the slit to taste the precum leaking. The action made him throb under you, his hips canting but still doing their best to be mindful of you. It was sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile as you put the whole tip of his cock inside of your mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Josh gasped in awe, watching you suckle at his cock through hazy lashes. You moved your hand up and down his shaft for a few seconds, simply getting yourself used to the velvety texture and scent of musk. A tug from his hand reminded you there was little time, however, so you took a breath. You hadn’t done this before, at least not on a real cock, so your nerves practically shook your legs as you lowered your head down just a bit further.

He wasn’t terribly long, an average at best, but god was he thick. His girth stretched your lips wide, making your jaw ache as you sucked around him. You weren’t able to keep the drool hidden between your lips, having no choice but to let it dribble down his cock. You tried to gather what you could, using it as lube to jack off what your mouth couldn’t fit down on.

You were rewarded with another curse. His hips didn’t control themselves now as he pushed them up, shoving his cock into your mouth needily. You choked a bit, surprised by the thrust, and he pulled away with wide eyes. A flush burned his cheeks as he let you cough and gasp, spit dribbling from your mouth as he rubbed at your head with one hand.

“I’m so sorry,” Josh apologized through lusty gasps, “It’s, um, been a bit, and - I just - fuck you feel so good.”

You blushed, “I…kind of liked it?”

Josh grinned at the admittance, “I can do it again.”

He sounded so eager it was almost as if he was thinking about it. So you nodded and took a breath to steady yourself. When you lowered your head back down and took his dick in your lips this time, you dragged yourself down as far as he had when he thrust up, pushing further still and ignoring the painful burn in your throat as your lungs ached. You breathed a few times through your nose as you swallowed around him.

Moans and babbles echoed over you as Josh’s hand grabbed your head and pushed down, his hips rolling up. You let him this time, holding his thighs with a grip so tight you were sure to leave little nail marks in them for the show. The thought excited you, and you moaned around his cock. This spurred him to push your head down further, rolling his hips into your mouth until your nose touched the happy trail of rough hairs at the base of his dick. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your mind went fuzzy. Nothing but Josh’s dick mattered anymore, and the moans he made were angelic. Even more than when he sang. You wanted to hear all of them. You wanted to make him feel good, he deserved it.

“Y/N. I-I’m gonna-” Josh tried to breathily warn you, his hand letting up just in case you wanted to pull off of him before he let go. You thought for only a moment, considering what an embarrassment it might be if Tyler saw the dried cum of his bandmate on the couch. Something in you didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. It redoubled your courage as you pulled back a bit to suckle on the tip, letting it slide in and out languidly against your tongue as your hand jacked off the rest of his cock.

It throbbed as he whined. When you licked the underside of his cock head and suckled the tip gently, he lost it. With his head thrown back and his back arched, Josh came with a low grumble. His seed filled your mouth as you drank it from the tip, letting your hand slow down as you milked him of his orgasm. When he slumped back, sweaty and breathy, you pulled off of him with a ‘pop’ and licked your lips, sure to gather any other drool that leaked from you back in. You looked up at Josh, unsure of what to expect.

He smiled down at you, reaching out to stroke your head gently this time with a laugh.

“That was…wow.” He repeated your same words, making you blush as you looked away from him.

The two of you followed up by putting your pants back on and wiping your sweaty foreheads off with nearby towels on the vanity. Josh pulled out two waters from a nearby mini fridge and handed one to you, sitting at your side as the both of you sipped and recovered. You curled yourself into the seat at his side, thinking about the situation. Was he kidding about taking you out? Did he just want to fuck and then leave you like some groupie? You bit your lip to hide your disappointment, but it faltered when you felt a hand wrap around your shoulder and pull. It brought you into a warm side and a nose that nuzzled your head with affection.

“Is this okay?” Josh asked. You nodded gently, unable to speak through your thoughts.

“If you’d like to,” Josh cleared his throat, “We have a day off tomorrow and we plan on spending it in the city before driving up later in the night. We could spend time together then?”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, “You want to?”

“Of course,” Josh smiled, almost embarrassed, “I asked you out, didn’t I?”

So he was serious. The thought made your heart soar. A smile broke on your lips and you were too scared to imagine how red your cheeks must have been as you gave him a nod of confirmation, “There’s a really good southern breakfast place downtown um…Want to have something there first?”

“Sounds great,” Josh rummaged at the coffee table, “Here, put your number in my phone?”

You did, just in time for a loud bang at the door. The both of you were startled, and behind you heard the muffled voice of Tyler, almost amused, call out:

“Can you two get dressed and let me in already? Sound checks in fifteen, Josh!”

You hid your face with a yelp, embarrassed to be caught. Josh laughed, blushing but otherwise didn’t seem too bothered by it. He returned his bandmate's call with a ‘one second’ of his own as he stood up. Looking down at you one more time, he offered you his hand. You took it and stood as well, but not before he asked you:

“Do you want to stay backstage for the show? You can watch from the side, it’ll give you a great view.”

You looked up at the man, so kind and smiling and warm at your face, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You gave a nod of confirmation as you gave up containing the excited smile wanting to spread across your lips.

“I’d love to.”

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Evolution of Combat 4 review featuring James Doolan, David Galbraith and Dan Hope

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Evolution of Combat 4 review featuring James Doolan, David Galbraith and Dan Hope

Evolution of Combat 4 took place in Glasgow on Saturday 20th April 2019 at the Maryhill Community Hall.

This was the promotions first venture to Scotland and they picked a venue steeped in Scottish MMA history, a place where the Dinky Ninja Fight Team helped make MMA in Scotland what it is now.

Picking a good venue is one thing but having good fights is another and again Evolution of Combat 4 delivered.

The show was kicked off by four grappling bouts, two of which were title bouts, then an absorbing K1 fight between Alex Burns and Jake Staerke, which ended up a draw.

Next up was the amateur card. There was an international flavour to proceedings, with 4 Icelandic, a Dutch and a Finnish fighter on the card. Most of the fights were evenly matched, some going the distance, some knockouts and some submissions.

Two young fighters Jack Leckie and Alex Meikle made their debut against each other and both guys gave their all in an entertaining fight. Leckie winning by unanimous decision but both guys can be proud of their debut.

  Young Sean Clancy Jr, in only his second fight, still only 16 years old, faced a young Icelander, most of the Icelandic team had good grappling skills and Jon Ingi was from this mold, landing a takedown and looking to grapple however young Clancy Jr was able to capitalise and won by TKO due to ground and pound. A great learning experience for Clancy Jr.

Other notable mentions on the amateur card, were Thomas Callaghan, who had been out of action for a while, returned with a good performance to win by unanimous decision, Jeff Akhah won by TKO in a quickfire first-round win.

There was also some disappointment for some of the Scots involved as Sean Stroud, Justin Flannigan and Chris Gregg all suffered first-round defeats against decent opposition from The Netherlands and Iceland.

The pro card was up next with Fee Chrystall taking on Veera Nykanen from Finland, this was a competitive fight throughout with both fighters having their moments but it was to be Fee Chrystall’s night winning by split decision to record her first win as a pro.

    The main event featured a Scotland v England bout with Higher Level’s Jason Woods up against Kaizen’s Adam Gregory. This was a fairly even match up with a lot of grappling involved until Gregory landed an axe kick to Woods who was still grounded, resulting in a disqualification win for Woods.

I spoke to Higher Level’s James Doolan, who had four fighters on the card, for his thoughts of the night.

It’s clear Doolan enjoyed the show and the setting.

“I liked the format of Evolution of Combat having the submission only grappling matches on early before the MMA fights.

“The venue has always been brilliant, the first MMA fights in Scotland took place in the central halls, I fought there 4 times myself back in the day, it’s always cool to go back.

“The show was really well run and the fighters were looked after. I think to have an ex-pro fighter in Dan Hope running it, he’s going to ensure that’s always the case as he will know it makes a difference. No massive intervals, raffles or gaps between fights is always good.”

Doolan was also happy with the officials that were used.

He said, “The fact they used MMA officials was decent as too often up here shows use whatever local guys are free on fight night and some of them, not all, shouldn’t be officiating fights.”

Doolan was happy with the matchmaking and hope’s to see the promotion return.

“The fights all seemed pretty well matched on the night, I know this is something Dan Hope is keen to keep as a standard on the show, on a personal note the guys worked hard and took financial risks bring in opponents for some of our fighters especially Fee Chrystall who’s hard to match and Justin Flannigan who had about 4 different opponents before fight night. Hopefully, the show returns to Scotland on a regular basis.”

Doolan gives us an insight into how he felt his fighters performed on the night.

“Performance-wise Sean Clancy showed great toughness and a well-rounded skill set far beyond any other 16-year old I’ve seen in his win over an older bigger Icelandic opponent. He’s one to watch for the future.

“Justin Flannigan never got going unfortunately and was made to pay for it against a good Dutch opponent. Back to the gym for him and some areas to address.

“Fee Chrystall and her Finnish opponent had the most technical fight of the night, Fee got the points to win which I felt was right just due to her landing more strikes in round 1 and 3. Happy for her as she puts everything into MMA and it’s hard for her with her being so small and not a lot of girls around to train with or compete against. She got to showcase a lot of the work we have done in the gym and the changes she has made since coming to Higher Level.

“In the main event, Jason Woods was getting beat before his opponent got DQ’d for axe kicking him in the face when he was in a downed position. Some ring rust there from Jason I think as he’s not fought in a while. I know he’s asked for the fight to happen again so we will see. Will go on his record as a Win via DQ but it wasn’t a win in any way. Lessons to be learned.”

Also coaching at the show was New Life Gym head coach David Galbraith who had two fighters appear on the card.

It seems Galbraith was also happy with how the show went.

“I really liked the show as they channelled their energy into the right areas meaning it was a transparent legitimate show. All matches were fairly matched, all the officials were completely unbiased, the cage was in good condition and they had an ambulance on site.”

Galbraith continues, “This was our first outing in Scotland for almost 2 years. I got linked to the promotion via Dan Hope who is a good guy. You can see through his actions he wants what’s best for the sport and the fighters who participated in his events.”

Galbraith then explains how the Maryhill Community Hall brings back memories for himself and talks about how his fighters fared.

“I’ve known Thomas Callaghan since he was a kid. I’ve lost count of how many injuries he’s had and the challenges he’s faced mentally with anxiety and low confidence. Most kids would have quit after the first hurdle but he just kept coming back. Around July last year the day before our gym got flooded we went down to Sunderland for some fights so we had a lot of time to chat. He told me he wasn’t sure if he could compete in MMA again. I promised him I have a solution to his issues and we would gradually work on those issues to get him back in the cage. I wasn’t to know we would be flooded the next day and Thomas actually came to my rescue as I was about to lose everything. From there we built up Thomas and he totally transformed himself into what could be something special.

“I said to Thomas before he fought that our resurgence logo was inspired by the painting of the rising Phoenix which was painted on the side of the building he was fighting in. The very building I fought Stevie Clarke in for my first fight in 2 years which was a turning point for me as I was told previously by doctors I would never fight again due to a bad injury.

“His (Callaghan) performance was outstanding and he implemented everything we asked of him against a very tough Icelandic fighter from a very good camp. Thomas’s story is remarkable and this is just the surface of it. Jill has put in a lot of work with Thomas’s striking which really showed on Saturday. His opponent wanted no part in it as soon as Thomas landed on him he shot for the takedown which we had planned for.

As for his other fighter Chris Gregg, Galbraith breaks down Chris’s fight.

“Chris’s fight camp went really well on the build-up as he was off the back of a trip to Thailand where he won the equivalent of a pro rules Thai fight. He was on a four-fight winning streak and was looking in great condition on the lead up to this bout.

“During the fight itself, I felt we had everything under control up until he got subbed. He implemented many instructions in the gameplay and had to change things slightly which seen him inside his opponents’ guard. He made one mistake and his opponent capitalised on it resulting in the armbar. A tough lesson for Chris but one we will learn from.

“His opponent has loads of talent and I’m sure we will see him go far in the sport. He definitely had that X-factor about him. It’s back to the drawing board for Chris and we will iron out the issue which led to the defeat. Chris is aspiring to go pro so these lessons are important at amateur hence the reason we took the match as we knew it was a tough fight. Regardless Chris is a friend and a dam good fighter.”

Galbraith explains that he will look to have his fighters appearing more Evolution of Combat events.

“We will be supporting future shows and will be happy to travel down south to take part. It wasn’t a big shiny spectacular show but the foundations are solid so we are in. These basics can be overlooked a lot of the time so it was a privilege to have our guys fight on the show and also sponsor the show.”

Thanks to James Doolan and David Galbraith for their honest and frank assessments of the night.

I also spoke to Dan Hope from Evolution Of Combat on how he felt the night went.

He started by saying how great the Glasgow atmosphere was.

“The atmosphere in Glasgow was incredible! Every competitor gave it there all.” Hope said, “I feel we managed to bring the high standard of event production from England to Scotland. Everyone involved was incredible and can’t thank them all enough. The support from the Scottish gyms was great.

“I’m looking forward to watching the footage in full. The international card we put on had exciting fights from start to finish. Just wish I was in the audience and not running about organising everything haha.”

So will Evolution of Combat be returning? It seems likely.

Hope said, “We will look at adding another date in Scotland in the future. We will match or surpass what we did this weekend with the support of the Scottish gyms.”

From what I have seen, Evolution of Combat would be a welcome addition to the Scottish MMA scene and hopefully, they can add more shows to their calendar in Scotland. Ideally, base themselves at the Maryhill Community Hall to build and grow their brand and they could really take off. There is a dearth of shows put on within the city of Glasgow and would be great to see an event call the city home.