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ladypoison · 6 months ago

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Kiss me.

Pairing: college!tyler x f!reader Summary: You meet Tyler at a college party he's hosting, you can't help but feel drawn to each other immediately- or maybe that's the drink talking. Warnings: Drinking, smoking, illegal substances, smut (18+ MDNI), P in V, Intoxicated consent. WC: 2.9k A/N: This is like practically my first written smut, plus I'm a rusty writer so go easy on me.

To say it was hot would be an understatement. Sweat glistened off your body, people colliding next to you in melodic movements only radiated that. You’d been in there for a total of 5 minutes and already felt like you were on the verge of a heatstroke.

The air around you smelt strongly of body odor and the alcohol that radiated on people’s breaths. So strongly you craved a drink as well, but your chatter-box of a friend wouldn’t let you leave her side as she spoke to a person you hadn’t come to know the name of. He was tall, with striking facial features you’d never see on anyone else, arms full with ink as well. Weirdly you wondered how it would feel to stick your finger in his gauged earlobe, maybe that was the current boredom speaking.

Your friend was speaking, but you had it tuned out until your name was mentioned, your head quickly turned to the conversation beside you. Your friend was now towards you “Drinks?” she asked, that one word putting you out of your misery finally. “Please” is all you said in return.

Her older friend signaled you both to follow, you awkwardly shuffled behind them both trying your hardest not to get shoved into. College parties were definitely a little rough, it wasn’t your first but you were definitely more fond of the bigger, less crowded ones. As you walked you took in the house, it wasn’t very big, enough to host this party anyway, but the rooms were still full of people, so I guess it worked out.

When you entered the kitchen, your friend was already leaping towards the mess of random bottles and drinks everywhere, and the gauged guy had already begun pouring drinks for the three of you. When the red solo cup finally was handed to your reach, you pressed it to your lips, gulping down the liquid inside. It wasn’t gross but it hurt to swallow. You squinted your eyes at the taste and he let out a slight chuckle “Good right?” he spoke, sarcastically it seemed, all you could do is give a pressed-lip smile and an awkward raise of your brows.

“So who’s house is this anyway?” your friend ended up asking the guy as she too took a swig from her cup. “A buddy of mine, he should be around here somewhere” he said, shrugging, and as if on cue another man appeared, pushing his way through the crowded kitchen entrance. He was tall, and boyishly cute with a litter of tattoos on his arms as well.

Sporting a pair of black, street-stylish kind of joggers and a gray crewneck that matched the beanie sitting atop his head. You couldn’t help but think he looked familiar, you probably shared a class with the guy. “Josh!” he called, now labeling the man you’ve been standing around for the entire time you’ve been here.

“Tyler, where’ve you been?” Josh asked him, leaning in for one of those weird manly hugs that guys do “Your own party and you can’t even show up on time huh?” He continued, smiling. Tyler looked you and your friend up and down for a short moment, making eye contact with you in the process before replying to his friend “Just a bit of pre-game before I got down here” you could tell he meant smoking beforehand, his eyes were glossy, you studied them for a moment before he spoke again “And who are these ladies?” He asked Josh, smiling at you both.

After Josh’s very quick introduction of you guys you’d gathered the two were very close, and- very cute as their personalities clashed playfully. Tyler- the man now awkwardly standing in front of you as Josh and your friend chatted, seemed sweet. “So, this is your place?” you spoke, breaking the silence between you two, his eyes caught in yours when you asked “Uhh- yeah, well my parent’s really but they’re on a long vacation right now.” He replied, you followed his lips as he spoke, already feeling a bit fuzzy with a refill now in your cup.

“Mmm that’s nice, so you host parties here when they’re away” you said, gazing over his reflective eyes, he reached up to scratch his neck slightly, he was kind-of awkward in a way that peaked your interest “Yeah I mean, it’s definitely one way to make yourself known around here, parties” He replied, shrugging “And That’s what you want? To be ‘known around here’?” you asked, smirking, using your free hand to push a fallen strand of hair out of your face. He chuckled slightly at your words “Doesn’t everyone?” he said, you slightly tilted your head, shrugging at his question.

You both stared at each other, and your surroundings for a few minutes, basking in the music, conversation, and the heated feeling coursing through your body. Your cheeks felt flushed, you even lifted a hand up to feel your skin, it was hot to the touch and he noticed that. “Do you wanna head somewhere else? It’s better upstairs probably- colder I mean” Tyler asked, you hesitated for a moment before replying with a simple “Yeah” and downing the rest of your drink, it stung you for a moment before settling.

He spoke quickly to Josh, a farewell for you both before taking your arm and leading you through the crowd of bodies, not without a few pushes. Heading up the stairs was sorta difficult but his hand kept a steady lead on you as you pushed yourself upwards, feet heavy beneath you.

The hallways were still littered with a few bodies, you even managed to see a sloppy make out session between- not two but three people at the end of the hall, you mumbled a quiet “weird” mindlessly. You weren’t really paying attention to much until he pushed open, what you assumed to be his bedroom door.

The room wasn’t much, at least nothing you could specifically notice in your fuzzy mental state besides the dark gray walls that seemed to match him, you pondered if he was as intoxicated as you were. I guess your thoughts were answered when he slowly sat himself on the ground instead of the bed, or a chair. His eyes weren’t focused on anything in specific but the red tint in them was obvious, especially when he met yours.

You smiled to yourself, settling down on the carpet crisscrossed next to him. “Do you want to uhh- smoke?” He asked, smiling, reaching in his pocket for what seemed to be a cart. “Sure..” you replied. He reached out his arm, handing it to you, and you slowly put it to your lips. You held the smoke in your cheeks for a moment, before inhaling, it scratched at your throat before being let out.

Instantly, you coughed a few times, not the prettiest site that’s for sure. It was a moment before the slight feeling had settled in your mind. His eyes lingered on you before you handed it back, he lifted it to his own lips and you stared blankly at him as he repeated the same process. Watching the smoke slide out from his lips effortlessly ignited a feeling in your chest, it was probably the alcohol making you feel more flustered.

“You come here with anyone besides your friend?” He asked, obviously wanting to ask if you came here with a partner or something, ‘smooth’ you thought sarcastically. “Nope, just us” You smiled “She seems to be very interested in your friend, that Josh guy.” You spoke mindlessly. He nodded, grinning. Paying attention, you noticed his crooked smile for the first time, and lingered on the feeling his features left in your stomach. “Yeah I’ve certainly heard a lot about her from him” you both let out small giggles in the realization both your friends definitely were into each other.

The music boomed from downstairs, reaching the bedroom walls with its volume. It was silent between you two as you relaxed. The pair of you ended up deciding it would be comfier to lay down on the carpet side-by-side as you chatted with one another, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling of his room.

The walls were painted blue after he turned on a small colored light off in the corner of his room, it was less harsh then the original big light’s grasp over the room. You felt like you were someplace else now, more free then the messy crowd of your thoughts usually left you in. You both spoke mindlessly, on random topics that didn’t get you anywhere in the knowing-each-other-very-well department and yet you still felt closer to him at the moment than anyone else in the house.

“How come we’ve never talked to each other before?” he asked, pausing for a moment before continuing “I’ve definitely seen you around” his head was turned towards you, as was yours to him as your bodies sprawled out on the floor. You simply shrugged, glossing your eyes over the position in which you both laid. He hummed slightly in recognition of your response, tracing his fingers on the pocket outline of his joggers.

You bit your lip, chewing on it slightly as your mind was blank besides the occasional thought about the boy next to you. Your head turned towards him, carefully studying the way his chest rose and fell, the slight sigh that exited his lips every few minutes made its way into your ears. You lifted yourself slightly off the floor, enough to scoot yourself slightly over him, now with only your head hovering slightly over his.

His attention was now off the soulless wall and onto you “Hmm?” He hummed, half lidded eyes with tiredness looking up to you. You spoke softly then “Can i?” It was obvious what you were asking, though you had no idea where the burst of boldness came from. It was the moment, peaceful and drunk on the silence between the two of you that caused the tension to rise. He only stared at you for a moment, slightly taken aback before he replied “Yeah”.

It was a ‘why not?’ moment, at least that's what you thought, and assumed he shared that idea. You hovered over him for a moment before leaning forward and placing your lips onto his. It was a chapped kiss, but you could hardly care, with the dryness of your throat it felt good to indulge in someone else’s. The position was awkward, with you slightly on your side and him laying flat down, so you scooted closer, lifting your leg and straddling him on the floor.

The kiss was hardly broken before you dove back into it, clashing your lips with his before the wetness of your tongues got involved. It was teethy just a bit, in a momentarily relaxed humorous way, you couldn’t help but smile into the heated kiss, and his hands snakes their way around your waist. Your shirt was slightly slid up at the moment with you on top of him, and his fingers found their way inside, heating your bare skin with his calloused fingers, you wondered if he’s ever played an instrument with the way his hands ignited your skin as they explored.

You felt it against you now as you slightly grinded on his body, he groaned and bit your lip accidentally “shit- sorry” Is all he mumbled before gliding his tongue over the wound. All you could do is moan in response to his quick actions, it was fast and yet felt so slow. He broke the kiss for a moment, panting as were you. His hands pulled your top slightly before his eyes met yours, as if asking ‘could I?’ with no words at all, you simply guided his hands further to take your top off and discard behind you.

It was clear you both weren’t in the best mind-space to do what you were doing. It was fast, random, and possibly a stupid idea, yet you couldn’t stop and neither could he. It was hot, the air around you, even after going top-less. The clothes-discarding was messy for both of you, sliding his ridiculous beanie off his head and looking up to you for assistance gliding his sweater over his head. He was slightly sitting up at this point, running his hands down your back to unclasp the one item between him and your tits.

He was eager, you could feel it underneath you, even being this close to him sent waves of pleasure down your spine, your heart tingled with that familiar feeling of warmth, lust mistaken for love. When you reached down to pull down your bottoms he paused “Are you sure- you want to?” he asked, in a breathy voice that made you even more flustered “I’m sure” you replied in a softer voice before sliding your bottoms down your legs awkwardly. In this mist of that he began doing the same.

He leaned upwards again, pressing his nose into your neck “Do you wanna move to the bed?” He spoke slowly, you gave him a quick “Mhm..” before you both stood up, dizzy with arousal and your medicated state of mind. You both stepped on your own discarded clothes before falling onto the bed, your lips entwined as you did so. He was on top of you now, both of you left in nothing but the lower part of your underwear.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your chin, leading down into your neck and you moaned “Tyler..” saying his name felt so dirty, he was after all practically a stranger you’d just met, you felt dirty, but in a way you liked how the spur of the moment made you feel. It was erotic how he pressed his lips to your chest, cupping one of your breasts with his hand while the other one made its way down to the band of your underwear slightly tugging on it before sliding it down your bare legs.

You panted underneath him, blinking slowly, batting your eyelashes at him as he tugged his own boxers down his legs, tossing them off the bed. You guided your eyes down his length before kissing him tightly again. His rough fingers found their way to your folds gliding them in place, you moaned a breathy moan, mouth gaped open. “s-shit” he said, noticing how your arousal was already wet to the touch.

He stopped his fingers for a moment, lowering himself down your body slightly. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he stroked his dick a few times before positioning it between your folds. He kissed you, hard and slid into the warmth of your cunt, losing his breath in the process. “Fuck” he groaned into your mouth, you could only whine into his, sliding your fingers up his neck to tussle his hair between them. It took him a moment to fully insert himself into you, but once he did he slowly started rocking himself against you.

Your bodies grinded into one mess, his cock pumping in and out of you, you swore if you put a hand to your stomach you might be able to feel him inside of you. The feeling of arousal not only flooded your mind but you could feel it coating his dick as he pushed in and out of you. Your eyes were shut, basking in the lustful emotions that coursed throughout your body. Your skin was sweaty to the touch, and so was his.

You followed the tattoos on his arm up to his bicep, grabbing it when he picked up the pace. The erotic noises that left your mouth would put sober you to shame but right now you could give less of a shit. The music was loud, you hoped it was loud enough to drown out the slapping of skin between you both. As he pumped himself in and out of you, you reached a hand down to rub your clit softly, only increasing the pleasure.

He leaned into your neck again, breath hot against you, you shivered. Whining and moaning as he sucked on your supple skin, leaving marks that you were sure you’d need a shit ton of color corrector and concealer for in the morning. You felt you were coming to an end, the heat in your stomach beginning to come loose. A wave of heat coursed through you before you came crashing down with a loud moan, white poured out of your cunt and onto his dick “Fuuuck me, you’re so perfect” He spoke up finally, still thrusting he rode out your high, reaching his own in the process.

His features squinted, eyebrows raised in ecstasy. He pulled out of you quickly before he gave out, giving his own dick a few strokes before spurting his seed onto your stomach. The air was heavy with panting between the both of you, and he flopped over to the other side of the bed. At this point you barely felt the drunk of alcohol anymore, just exhausted and still high, wiping beads of sweat off your forehead.

“We should do this- again sometime” he said, chuckling softly, all you could do is snort at his boldness, leaning over to kiss him again. “Mind if I stay the night?” you asked, he only smiled at you before pulling the covers over you both, which smelt strongly of you both now.

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sm1ther33ns · 3 months ago

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A Week Off (Tyler Joseph x Reader x Josh Dun)

Title; A Week Off Pairing; Josh Dun x AFAB!Reader x Tyler Joseph Rating: Explicit CW; Marijuana, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent, Hotel Sex,

summary; You decide to take a week off from work in order to see a Twenty One Pilots concert and have a vacation after. You didn't exactly plan on offering a couple joints to Tyler and Josh after the show. You especially didn't expect them to take you up on your offer to go get high in your hotel room.

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The concert had been amazing, as you expected it to be. This wasn’t the first time you had seen Twenty One Pilots live and, if you were being honest, they were always some of the best concerts you had gone to. The energy of the crowd cheering off at Tyler as he sang, and the way he controlled the energy of everyone with a firm but steady hand had always been admirable. Josh’s energy on the drums (not to mention the muscles that moved with each beat) was adrenaline inducing. You could feel your body vibrate with the delicious aftermath of adrenaline, making your palms sweaty and the cool air outside of the venue feel like a godsend.

You felt lucky you were able to take a week off of work, not only to see the band but to get some much needed rest time. Your job was demanding, even if it was just retail, and the socialization it required was always overwhelming. To free yourself from social obligations and travel alone, staying in a hotel alone was worth the week of PTO you had used.

You adjusted the jacket over your shoulders, trying to let your hot body cool down naturally. The last thing you wanted was a cold from being too chilled. Leaning back on the short, concrete barrier that separated the ground from a high set of bushy flowers, you fished around in your pocket with a huff. Eventually your fingers wrapped around the two items you had been pawing for: a joint and a lighter. You don’t know how you snuck these behind venue security, really, but if they had cared…well, it was too late. It wasn’t like you had lit up in the middle of the venue. Now THAT would be a fire hazard.

The end of the joint slipped into your lips and you relished the flavor of Tropical Cookie and Shortbread as you thanked God this city was 420 friendly. You brought the lighter up to your lips, flicking the cheap Bic on with a few aggressive clicks of its ignition. Once the flame shook in the breeze of the open air, you watched as the end of your joint lit up with a rosy glow of oranges and yellows. The lighter slipped back into your pocket, next to the two other joints you had brought along to keep your high going. You took one long drag of your weed before exhaling up into the sky.

You watched the smoke fade up into the air above you, dissipating in slithering shapes of gusting snakes. A sigh escaped your lip as your shoulders slumped, your body eager to accept the effects of the weed as soon as you would finish the joint. You had taken a tolerance break on purpose the week before, just to make sure you could squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of the near worrying stash of joints, edibles, and flower you had decided to bring with you for the week. Nothing sounded better than getting high as a kite and spending a few days in your hotel room before exploring the city on your own.

You were only a few puffs into your joint when you heard the unholy, creaking sound of rusted metal. You winced at the noise, head turning to seek the source of its unpleasantness with a huff.

It turned out to be a side door to the venue. A large, red and white sign labeled ‘DO NOT ENTER’ signaled that it was an exit, but on an entrance. Once whoever came from it was out, they certainly wouldn’t be let in again. So you watched with curiosity and a foggy mind, just to see who it was. Maybe you could warn them that they’d have to go back around now, if they wanted to get back into the venue.

Your breath hitched instead, jaw clenching the joint so tight between your lips that you swore you almost snapped the filter in half. The smoke made your lungs sore as you held it, and your eyes watery and red. You recognized both men, even if they were wearing baggy jackets and beanies that covered their hair. Even if you weren’t noticed by them, it was obvious who they were as they chatted and laughed with one another, high on their own adrenaline.

Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun.

You weren’t sure if you were lucky or cursed. They hadn’t noticed you in the side corner of the entrance, the door obfuscating you before it closed all the way. They focused more on one another than on you. With Josh’s back towards you, and Tyler’s eyes staring up at the sky as he talked, you were all but invisible as you overheard their conversation slightly. It wasn’t much, though. A chat about their show and how they would need showers after all of it. How Josh bemoaned the breaking of his fifth set of drumsticks in a night, and a playful jab from Tyler on how they’d need to keep an arsenal next to the drumset for him next time.

You were silent as you watched them, figuring that there was no other opportunity to do so. Even in your high state, the shyness and fear of interrupting them was strong. You were sure the last thing they wanted was a fan spotting them and then dragging more over. It was fine to simply be able to say you saw them off of the stage, even if they didn’t seem to even register your existence. You preferred observing anyways, hiding to the side and watching people organically be themselves without the pressure of a new social norm added into the equation. In a way, it was heartwarming.

They paused their conversation as Josh’s head shot up to the side, squinting into the air as he looked around. Tyler’s brows knit as he did the same, and you heard Josh laugh with amusement as he stretched one long shoulder over his head with a sigh.

“Man, I’d smoke after a concert too,” Josh hummed with a sigh, “I almost wish it were me.”

“You always wish it was you.” Tyler chuckled, to which Josh shot him a playful look. One that said ‘oh like you don’t’, and the singer’s lips curled into a sheepish grin at his friend.

Your hazy mind didn't think about it before you pulled your own joint from your lips, blowing out smoke to the side (taking care not to aim it in the direction of the band) as you fished back in your pocket and felt for the two joints you had been saving. Once they were pulled out, you stuck them neatly between your fingers and held them out in your other hand, leaning with your joint on the wall, before speaking with a slightly hoarse voice:

“I have a couple more, if you have the time.”

Tyler’s head whipped from around Josh towards you, his eyes wide with surprise and something like panic, but not quite. Josh’s whole body snapped around, a released sound of ‘Jesus!’ popping from his lips as he moved back just a foot. You couldn’t help the thin lipped smile of amusement that passed over you at their surprise. You lowered the offered joints just for a moment to suck another puff of your own before it burnt for too long, pulling your head away from the two again to blow smoke out with a sigh. Already the feeling of fogginess overcame you, not fully, but enough to make your eyes water just a bit with redness as you returned to offering them out.

“I’m serious, I don’t mind sharing. Sorry I scared you, though. Didn’t mean to.”

“‘S fine,” Tyler mumbled with a laugh, approaching you slowly and holding his hand out, “I’ll take the offer if you’re serious, though.”

“Yeah,” You laughed despite yourself, reaching out to drop the two into his hands, which you noted were still slightly discolored gray with the black paint he must have washed off inside the Green Room. You tried not to let your eyes linger on them for too long, passing your gaze up as Josh was offered the other joint. He took it with a grin, the edges of his nose wrinkling in amusement as he put the filter between full lips.

Reaching into your pocket once more, you yanked out your little lighter and handed it to Tyler as well before finding the words to speak on your dry tongue again, “Think of it as a ‘thanks’ for the show tonight. You both killed it.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up at the compliment, a small smile on his lips around his joint as he held up the lighter and flicked it on a few times, but the wind put it out even when it lit. So you stood up, legs wobbly and a little numb, and wrapped your free hand around the other side of his to block it. With the safety of both of your palms, the end lit up and smoke pooled around it as he inhaled, pulling back to exhale the streams of it into the air. You followed with heavy eyes, admiring the way the tendrils of it curled before disappearing into the late night sky.

The singer handed Josh the lighter after, and he had a much easier time with lighting his. Soon the three of you were inhaling the sweet flavor of the strain you had chosen, the scent of burning grass filling the back alley as Tyler coughed a little bit, puffing out smoke and heaving as he did so. You laughed despite yourself, grinning just as Josh snickered, “Haven’t done this in a while, huh Ty?”

“Shut up.” He returned, glaring playfully at the other man before he let his attention focus on you curiously, “So you came for the concert?”

“Kind of,” You shrugged, “I’ve seen one before, but I was taking a week vacation here and this was the last show you were doing on the tour, so I figured ‘why not’ since I was here, you know?”

“Well, glad we put on a good show.” Tyler returned, almost thankful in his tone, “Is your week almost over or…?”

“Oh, nah, this is like my second day,” You returned, “I still got a long while to relax.” You kicked your feet as you held your joint between your teeth, the thin thing nearly gone in your own lips. You felt it begin to burn on your face, but you were determined to take in everything it had. You tilted your head up into the sky with an exhale, feeling like a dragon as you did so.

“Nice,” Josh finally spoke up as he pulled his joint from his lips, his own almost halfway gone, “I think we’re staying, like, a couple more days here before we head off too. Our bus blew a gasket and we’re getting it fixed.”

“What a time for it to fuck up,” You mused with a giggle, and the other two laughed with you. Their own highs began to get to them, their shoulders relaxing more and their bodies swaying slightly as they eased up in their attitude. You were grateful, able to match their energy with your own casual silliness as you spoke. There was a sudden ‘ding’ from Tyler’s pocket, and he fished out his phone to tap it open curiously. Within a moment his eyes widened.

“Damn,” He whispered, “Josh we need to go, the uber’s here.”

The two sped through the rest of their joints, but not before Josh turned to you and asked, “Are you staying around here? It’s not a good idea to hang out in an ally alone this late, I think.”

You shrugged, giving the name of your hotel before continuing, “My phone’s almost dead though, so I might just take a bus or something.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up for a moment, waving his hand as he sucked down more of his joint before coughing, “Tha-That’s our hotel too. Want a ride?”

“Seriously?” Your eyes lit up, eager not only to save money on a ride but to do so with Twenty One Pilots. It would make for a great story to brag about on the way home, but you tried to hide your giddiness by putting out the edge of your finished joint on the wall and shoving it in your pocket, not wanting to litter, “That’d be really great, honestly, if you’re offering.”

“Yeah,” Tyler laughed, “What’s your name?”

Right, you had forgotten to give it to them. “It’s Y/N.”

“Well then, Y/N, let’s go then,” Tyler said while putting his own joint out in the same way, but when you held out your hand for his finished piece, he put it there. You shoved it in the pocket with your own, and did the same with Josh’s before the three of you were all but booking it down the alley towards the direction of the Uber on the map. You all stumbled slightly, giggling as the effects of the weed took hold of you all. Though a joint didn’t seem enough to completely inhibit your triad, you could tell they were a lot more relaxed than when you had watched them walk out sober.

Tyler slid into the Uber first, patting the middle seat for you to get in next. Josh’s hand helped guide you on your back, the touch sending shivers up your now sensitive skin as you hopped in, and then the drummer. The driver wrinkled his nose only slightly at the scent the three of you carried, likely obvious you were high in the way the flavor clung to your tongue and clothes. He didn’t say anything, however, before driving off towards your desired location.

The weed helped conversation flow easier than if it hadn’t been inhaled before. Tyler seemed spacier than Josh, often staring out the window and blinking away a hazy gaze before asking to repeat what you said with a surprised ‘huh?’ here or there that made you grin in amusement. Josh seemed less anxious, his body sprawled as he gestured in the air about things, and laughed brightly at jokes made between you all. Their bodies pressed solid against either side of you, arms radiating a warmth that almost made you too hot in your jacket. You couldn’t help the flush of your cheeks, either, as you realized your situation. Sandwiched tight between two men you couldn’t help but have a slight crush on.

Your eyes wandered to Tyler as he stared out the window, his gaze wondrous. As if he were seeing the world for the first time. The fluffiness of his hair was toned down with sweat from his show. Tanned skin was warm against full lips as he pursed them, hiding the crooked teeth you knew he had (and found adorable). You could feel the thinness of his arm in comparison to Josh’s, still with muscle but not nearly as much as the drummers.

As your eyes cast over to Josh, you admired the various tattoos on his tank-top clad body. You felt yourself space out as you stared at his tattoos, admiring each of the patchworks on the side that pressed onto you, knowing his larger sleeve was on the other. If he noticed you staring, he didn’t say anything, probably too wrapped up in the way his hands drummed on his knees as he stared forward in a way that might have been just a little too spacey.

You weren’t sure how long it took to get to the hotel. Time blindness began to blur your vision as the three of you got out, trying your best to appear as sober as you could while you walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevators. You all stood there, waiting for the thing to land on the bottom floor. Thankfully, it was empty as it opened, allowing the three of you to clamber in just as it closed. Tyler looked at you after a moment curiously, “What’s your floor?”

“Three.” You hummed, leaning on the railing inside the elevator as you looked around the metal structure.

“Same.” Josh laughed, “That’s wild.”

“Almost fate.” Tyler giggled, and you snickered alongside them as he pressed the button.

You don’t know what boldness in you allowed you to say what you did. You decided to blame it on the weed for inhibiting your normal anxiety as you spoke, trying not to make your words sound confusing as they heaved themselves out of your tongue.

“I have some edibles and pipes in my room, it’s smoking. If you guys want anymore, you could swing by and hang out?”

The worst they could say was ‘no’ and then that would be it, really. You’d be able to leave with a story about smoking with Twenty One Pilots and, honestly, that was more than you were expecting on this vacation. Yet as Josh and Tyler looked at one another, a silent communication between friends who had known each other for years, you felt your palms grow sweaty and the small thrum of anxiety formed awkwardly in the back of your skull.

You felt your shoulders relax as they grinned at one another and shrugged.

“Sure, if you wanna share,” Tyler agreed, and Josh nodded, “Whats your room number.”

You hadn’t actually expected a ‘yes’, if you were behind honest, but the sound of it made your legs weak with excitement and your heart slam inside of your chest as you tried to stop your jaw from dropping in favor of choking out your room.

“Oh, uh, 346.”

“Cool,” Tyler nodded with an equally anxious smile, matching your energy almost as if to reassure you that you weren’t alone, “Give us a bit to shower and stuff, and we’ll be over.”

“G-Great!” Was all you could get out as the elevator door slid open. The three of you stepped out and you watched them wave to you as they headed down the corridor opposite of your room to theirs. You made sure they turned just around the corner before booking it as fast as you could towards you own room, barely making the corner before knocking a decorative table over.

You fumbled too long with your keycard, making you curse before you flung the door open, eyes wide as you whipped your head around your single hotel room. The mess was obvious, and you felt yourself curse without registering the word as you moved to clean as best as you could. I turned into more flitting around, shoving your suitcase and clothes into a neat pile in the corner. Pulling out the weed you had bought in the nearby dispensary alongside the Nintendo Switch you had brought along from your home for some entertainment. You put the machine by the television before laying out your weed on the nearby desk that came with the room, making sure you forgot nothing as you looked over you collection.

It wasn’t a lot, you had to save money for food, but it was a peanut-butter filled chocolate bar, two small containers of gummies you had gotten on sale, and a grinder alongside your favorite two pipes you had wrapped safely away in your suitcase so they wouldn’t break.

You then hurried to the shower, washing the sweat of the concert off quickly before sliding on your sleep clothes, doubting the two would care if you wore a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose fitting T-shirt in your own hotel room. There was a beating in your heart as you finally got everything done in a whirlwind you didn’t know you could have. Feeling slightly sober from the shower, though, you made your own way to the gummies and popped three in your mouth. 30mg was about the normal amount you took, but you knew with the tolerance break you had before it would at least stop you from overthinking your situation.

You had just washed them down with a sip of flat coke from your lunch earlier when there was a knock on the door. Hurriedly you opened it up, smiling as Josh and Tyler appeared behind it. They donned their own casual clothes, Josh in sweatpants and a tank top. Tyler in a loose fitting shirt and basketball shorts. You stepped to the side to let them in.

“Thanks again,” Josh spoke as he smiled, clearly still a little high from the joint you had offered earlier. LIke you, however, it seemed their showers had sobered them up enough.

“‘Course,” You grinned, gesturing to the desk as you shut your hotel door, taking care to put the locks on best you could, the paranoia of something walking into what you were doing a little too intense as you did so, “I laid out what I have. I already took a couple edibles, if you want to pass a pipe around at all?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tyler hummed as he looked over the choices, “How many edibles can we have?”

“As many as what gets you going,” You laughed, “I don’t mind.”

There was a brief, polite series of ‘thanks’ before the two reached out. Both chose a couple squares of the chocolate bar, chewing them up as you grabbed your pipe and grinder, picking one of the strains to load into the helpful little tool. You forgot what you had chosen, asking more for a recommendation at the shop than actually knowing. Space-something, you were sure it was called.

“I have a Switch, if you want to play something,” You nodded towards the television as you leaned against the desk. The sound of the metal teeth of the grinder scraping across the flower was music as you made sure it was as fine as you could make it. Tyler’s eyes lit up as he grinned, all crooked teeth and sharp canines. It made you flush, and you hoped you could blame it on the shower you had just taken as he stood up to look over the machine eagerly.

“Do you have Mario Party?” He asked, fiddling with the chords to help plug it in.

“Yup.” You emphasized the ‘p’ with an idle pop as you put the grinder down and filled the bowls of each pipe. Josh was at your side as he watched, and you graciously handed over one of them to him. He grabbed a lighter from the desk with a smile at you that made you all the more flustered. Maybe being able to keep your cool with one of you favorite bands was going to be a little more difficult than you thought. Especially when you watched Josh as his muscles flexed against the lighter, his lips curling around the pipe to inhale as the weed lit up on the other end.

After a few minutes of fiddling, Tyler got the switch plugged in and soon the three of you were passing both pipes between one another with the controllers in your hands. As the weed from the pipes settled in, you felt your cheeks go warm and your mind go fuzzy, the worried thoughts of being with the two band mates fading away from your mind. It felt more, now, like you were hanging out with new friends. You felt like mud as you moved your controller in your hands, giggling at the way your character began to spin around in whatever mini-game was on the screen. You were promptly eliminated, watching Yoshi fall to his death in a pit as you were knocked out of the running, leaving Tyler and Josh to fight for first place.

Tyler had leaned forward, his eyes tinged red and his tongue lathing over dry lips as his fingers pressed the buttons with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. You watched his thumbs move against the little switch remote, fascinated by the way his tan skin sparkled against the color of the console. Your eyes trailed over to his arm then, admiring the tattoos shown off in his loose shirt for a few, spacey moments before you felt a nudge to your opposite side.

You faced Josh, whipping your head too fast and making the room spin. You blinked away your surprise to find him offering you up the pipe with an equally silly grin. The way it stretched against his lips and wrinkled the edges of his eyes was absolutely adorable. You smiled your thanks as you took it, lighting it up with the lighter that he pushed into your hand as you took in the last of the burning weed. You exhaled, realizing how hazy and intense the smell of your night had become in the enclosed room. It was practically a hot box now, making you reach around your arms and roll up the sleeves of your shirt to turn it into a half attempt at a tank top.

Tyler laughed as he cheered, all but tossing the controller onto the floor as he fell back, losing his balance at the movement. His head fell into the pillows and you burst out laughing despite yourself, looking over at him with a grin, “Little high there, Joseph?”

“Maybe a bit.” He grinned back, sarcasm laced with amusement soupy in his hazed gaze.

Josh reached to take the pipe from you, muttering something about the edibles hitting and he had to use the restroom. When he stood up, he almost tripped over his own shoes, which had come off along with his socks at some point in the night. Tyler’s had done the same, you realized. How long had you guys been there? Right, you had also taken edibles. The realization had the room spinning as the door to the bathroom closed. You decided to joint Tyler in laying on the bed.

Your heads almost touched at the closeness you shared, your eyes gazing up at the ceiling of the room, trying to ignore the buzzing of the lamps at the side you were using for light. You traced shapes that weren’t there in the growing patterns of the textured walls before your head lolled over to observe Tyler Joseph curiously.

It turned out he was doing the same with you, and your noses touched unexpectedly.

Surprised, you blew out a little giggle, and he grinned himself as he laughed. The situation was equal parts amusing and…maybe something else, judging by the way he stared at your eyes. You took the opportunity to observe his face up close as well, the closeness lost on you as you traced his jawline with your eyes.

He had a boyish face despite being an adult man, all crooked smiles to match his teeth and soft eyes with bags underneath them. A testament to his poor sleep schedule. In your state, as the edibles hit alongside your flower, you could swear you saw every open pore on his skin with hyper clarity. His lips, so full and puffy, matched the red of his gaze in a way that made you feel like you were looking at some sort of portrait. The sweetest shades of brown danced in his eyes as he looked back at you, neither of you seeming to realize the intensity of your stares.

“You’re really pretty.” You finally speak, your words unfiltered as you smiled at him, “Like an angel.”

He laughed at this, “You’re pretty too.”

“You think so?” You couldn’t hide the genuine surprise in your tone. Was he seriously calling you pretty when you saw him right now as ethereal? How baffling, even to your soupy mind.

You barely registered him shifting closer to your. You felt his leg press against yours, bare skin touching and sending a shiver up your spine. Your skin was sensitive in your high, and his mere contact felt like a million fireworks traveling up your spine as he whispered to you, as if trying to keep a secret:

“Yeah…really pretty.”

You didn’t know how it happened, nor who did it first, but you were going to blame it on the weed either way. Soon your lips touched, the kiss hypersensitive and warm as you whimpered against his mouth. He inhaled sharply in his nose, but did not pull away. If anything, the sound urged him to shift slightly forward so that his mouth could latch onto yours more smoothly. You kissed back, the movements of your mouth slow and languid against one another. He tasted like weed and chocolate. You didn’t doubt you were flavored the same as you shifted your hand to touch his torso, clinging to his loose shirt like a lifeline. His legs practically entwined with your own as you awkwardly kissed on your sides, bodies tangling up before you finally separated.

“...It’s hot.” Was the only thing you could get out of your mouth. It was the truth. Between the both of your your palms had grown sweaty. Your heads glistened with warmth, his reaching his hair and wilting it ever so slightly across his skull. The statement made him nod, swallowing down his dry throat as he reached out to you. His fingers ghosted up your loose shirt, touching at your side curiously.

He sent fireworks up your spine, and the gasp you let out was unintentional. Yet it spurred him on. It gave the singer confidence to slowly lift the fabric up further on your body. Eventually the both of you sat up, and you held your arms upwards to allow him to slip the loose clothing off of you. It fluttered somewhere on the bed as you exposed your torso to him, sighing in relief as the air became slightly less stuffy without the extra layer.

Your eyes watched, fascinated as Tyler removed his own shirt, mimicking your noise as he agreed, it was far cooler without one. You couldn’t help but reach out to his chest, fingertips tracing the raised skin of his tattoos idly. There was a strange urge to find markers and color them in. Patterns and shades lit up in your mind as you continued to press against him, and the gentle whimper that it pulled from his lips caught your attention enough to look up.

His lips found your own again, hands reaching around your back to bring you closer to him. Craving the intense contact, you let your legs shift without thinking about it, straddling him as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. There was an urgency to his mouth now as he opened it to lick up your own. Dutifully you allowed your jaw to hang slack, the makeout sloppy but your minds too far gone to particularly care. Especially when his calloused fingertips continued to feel at your exposed sides, touching up further and further until he was dragging his nails down your back. You moaned in appreciation into the kiss, and the vibrations made him sigh as he rolled his hips slightly.

The friction made you jolt, shivering into his mouth as he took it as an invitation to suck your bottom lip between his teeth with a moan of appreciation. You weren't sure how long you both lay there, languidly kissing and pressing your chests tight together in an effort to enjoy the contact, before you heard the toilet flushing and the water of the sink go off.

Reluctantly you removed your lips from his, feeling the puffiness of your bottom one now in a way that made you lick your lips. Tyler’s eyes followed the movement for a few seconds before he followed your head towards the bathroom entrance. Neither of you registered the thought of probably getting off of one another, especially not when his skin felt so good against your own. You wanted to cling to it like a lifeline. Like it was the only thing grounding you. Stopping you flying into space without warning. Damn, maybe that strain was rightfully named.

Josh came out of the bathroom and stopped near the bed, eyes widening at the sight before him. You almost missed the way his eyes trailed down to your chest before snapping back up, cheeks flushing red with surprise.

“I-uh…” Josh stuttered, words slurring through his own high before he spoke without thinking, “That’s hot?”

Despite the situation, you laughed at his stuttering. Tyler joined you, the both of you all but cackling at the surprise on his face. Despite his redness, Josh couldn’t help but laugh too. The three of you filled the room with giggles, your body falling forward as it gained a new heaviness that you recognized as the edibles hitting, but your mind was far from caring. Not as Tyler’s fingers held you by your hips to keep you steady. Not as your chest pressed hard against his, and you shivered. The noise that escaped you was a satisfied sigh mixed with a whimper that lit up Tyler’s eyes with excitement.

It wasn’t the only thing excited, however, judging by the hardness against your leg through his shorts. You stifled a gasp, but failed the second you felt him throb with interest. Your realization seemed to make his own cheeks blossom red as he looked up at you, almost apologetic. You responded by biting your lip nervously, shifting your hips down to feel a little bit more of him. You weren’t sure if it was curiosity or not, but the way he moaned at the feeling made your core throb. Tyler threw ihs head back, neck exposed enough for you to watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

With no impulse control, you leaned forward and bit at the soft flesh of the singer’s neck. He gasped, and you felt the air leave his jugular as you nibbled and sucked on it. Somewhere to the side, you felt the edge of the bed bend with Josh’s added weight. After a few more seconds of sucking, Tyler mewling as his hips bucked up desperately, you pulled your mouth away and casted your head to the side. You felt it loll a little, bending at an angle against your shoulder that would have been uncomfortable if not for the numbing effect of the sativa in your veins.

In the midst of kissing the other’s neck, Josh had pulled his tank top off. Your eyes were shameless in the way they scanned his pecs. His joggers did little to hide his own stirring interest. All of your libido’s were heightened by the sensitivity caused by all of the edibles coursing through your veins. You felt on cloud nine. The dreamy haze that surrounded all three of you was obvious as Josh leaned in, his hand finding your leg and giving a squeeze with a large hand that made you shiver. He smiled, lopsided and nervous, but somehow gained the courage to lean forward and kiss you as well.

His movements were slower than Tyler’s were, less inclined to take the lead and rather letting you set the pace. You weren’t sure what beat to move to, so you simply sat there kissing back, finding the back of his neck to kiss a little longer before separating with a wet ‘pop’ of your mouth. What was once dry now had you salivating as you gazed between the two men.

There was a long silence hanging between all three of you, but your mind could only focus on the arousal between your legs and the throbbing of Tyler under his shorts. He brought your attention back on him with long fingers sliding just under the hem of your shorts.

“Um..Can we…?” He whispered it, as if afraid of rejection. At his question, Josh leaned in curiously, waiting for your response. Wanting in on what was (hopefully) about to happen.

Your mind was foggy, and you probably shouldn’t have been making full decisions like this. Yet your head reeled at the way your favorite band was looking at you, with Tyler’s eyes full of lust and Josh’s full of hope. Biting your lip, you gave a slow nod of approval, “Y-Yeah. God yes. Please.”

It was all they needed.

Tyler’s hands slid fully into your shorts now, gripping at the flesh of your as as he pushed you down against him, grinding in between your legs with a light moan. You whimpered as you felt his cock through his shorts, grinding on your most sensitive spots. Your clit nudged against the fabric of your shorts, making you gasp and reach out to put your hands on either side of him on the headboard. Your hips moved of their own accord now, grinding into him with a desperation you weren’t aware you were holding inside of you.

“Hn,” He moaned out, matching the pace of your hips, “I-hn-I w-wanna-ahh-Please.”

You slowed the roll of your hips enough to step off of him. While he struggled to pull his pants down, you felt a gentle hand guide you in the opposite direction. Josh bit his lip as you faced him, eyeing your chest for a few moments before you reached out to his free hand. Guiding it to your chest, he gave it a firm squeeze, making you whimper as the callouses on his thumb glided over your sensitive nipple. He inhaled sharply before leaning forward, capturing you in a slightly rougher kiss than before. His hand did not stop fondling you as he kissed, and you could practically hear the desperation in his gentle huffs and moans against your mouth.

New hands wrapped around your waist now, and Tyler’s lips found your neck. Uneven teeth nibbled on the junction between neck and shoulder, sharp canine scraping in a way that sent goosebumps up your spine. While Josh cared for your upper half, Tyler’s hands snuck into the waistband of your shorts. You wondered how a man could have such long fingers, but the thought dissipated when you felt him touch your clit.

You gasped, pulling away from Josh to lean your head back and whimper out a moan. This encouraged Tyler to keep on going, making slow and lazy movements on the sensitive nub as Josh stood to kick his shorts and boxer off onto the floor. You opened your eyes long enough to see his dick spring free of its confines, and he gave a sweet moan at the relief he felt as he took himself into his hand.

He was hard and throbbing, practically desperate as the tip dribbled with precum that he gathered into his palm and used to pump his length. The sight was messy and erotic, no doubt his own high making him extra sensitive. Tyler took your unguarded movements as an opportunity to curl his fingers downwards so he pushed two into your soaked cunt.

“Shit,” He moaned as he peered over your shoulder, hot breath fanning your cheek as his dick pressed into your back, “S-So wet…Jesus.”

You whimpered at his words, embarrassment fueling your cheeks as he lazily fingered you, exploring every inch of your insides as he did so. After a few minutes of the lazy, spaced out movements he pulled his fingers out, staring wide-eyed at the slick that stuck to them. You bit your lip as you watched him eye your wetness with fascination before sticking his fingers out to Josh in awe.

“Dude, look at this,” He said, as if he was showing his best friend an amazing piece of art. Josh watched as Tyler separated his two fingers, and a string of your slick connected both for a few moments before breaking, leaking further down his knuckles as he moved them. The low, breathy moan that broke out of Josh was indescribably hot, making your head reel as you smiled at him, your lips quirked and your body heavy as you shut your eyes for a few moments, almost tired as your high ate away at your mind. As you reveled in the attention the two were giving you.

A hand pressed to your leg, making you half open your eyes to find Josh on his knees on the edge of the bed, gripping your leg with a desperate look. Tyler took it upon himself to being lowering your shorts down your legs, and you lifted your hips so Josh could finish the job of throwing them with his own clothes onto the floor. All three of you were naked now, your bodies all showing obvious signs of arousal as Josh peered past you to Tyler, then back at you.

He looked really good on his knees.

Biting your lip, you spread your legs slightly to allow him access to your core. Josh took the opportunity to lean forward, hands dragging your hips for a better angle. The movement made you yelp and lose your balance, practically falling back into Tyler’s lap. He shuffled back awkwardly onto the bed until you were laying horizontal, your head on the singer’s lap while your legs dangled off of the bed. Josh’s breath ghosted over you, making you shiver and whimper.

Next to you, Tyler’s cock practically rested on your cheek, and you could feel the heat radiating off of it as it throbbed. Precum fell from his tip, coating the top of it. He was long, longer than you had expected, and your eyes widened as he gripped it to stroke it next to you. For a moment he paused, then gently tilted it to the side. It rested on your cheek again pressing into your skin as he practically used it as friction. As some sort of relief. The thought made you moan.

Braver in the situation then you’d ever be sober, you stuck your tongue out to lick what you could on its side, suckling softly on the flesh. It tasted salty, the velvet texture strange on your tongue. HIs breath hitched, a whimpery moan falling from his mouth as you kissed his shaft with lazy movements.

“W-wait, wait, wait-” He gasped, “H-Hold on. Hold on a sec.”

He moved himself from under you, and you were laying horizontal. Peering downwards, you saw Josh waiting as he watched Tyler’s movements, spacey, as if he forgot what he had been doing.

Tyler’s hand reached out then, tilting your head to the side. Your muscles followed dutifully as you came face to face with the head of his cock. Your mouth watered, your mind blank as you took in each detail of it, from the tip to each vein lining its sides. There was a long pause as the three of you spaced out for just a little bit. Eventually, biting his lip, Tyler shifted forward to nudge the head of his cock against your slightly parted lips. You felt your mouth open slowly, allowing him to gently slide in.

He moaned as he did so, the feeling of your hot, wet tongue gently licking what it could within your mouth heaven on his skin. Your jaw, slack and relaxed from the substances inside of you, took a majority of his dick easily before you gagged. Your throat contracted around him as you did so, and he whimpered out a soft, almost reluctant, ‘sorry’ before pulling out slightly. He went into a series of shallow, quick thrusts that put nearly half of his dick into your mouth with an ease you had never expected to actually have.

“Fuck.” You heard between your legs, and suddenly Josh’s breath was warm on your clit. When you felt the first long, broad lick from your taint and through your folds, you moaned. The vibrations went up Tyler’s dick, and he practically cried out as his thrusts grew faster. One hand was on the back of your head, holding you neatly still while he sped up, biting his lip as he did so. Concentration was clear, even in his hazy eyes, as he looked down at you. As he watched you swallow each inch of his dick with teary eyes looking back at him.

Josh tongued your clit, making you squirm under him. Strong arms soon wrapped around your upper thigh, locking you in place. Preventing you from going anywhere as Josh stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside of you, tasting each gush of your insides as you grew more and more desperate. The feeling felt like heaven. Drool and cum leaked down your ass and onto the floor of the hotel room, but the care of where it went was long forgotten.

The three of you went on like this for a little while longer, the movements slow and reverential. As if they were savoring every moment of your body that they could. Your eyes felt hazy as you gripped at the sheets beneath you for dear life, curling them hard in your vice-like fingers. Beneath you, you felt Josh moan before dragging one of your legs over his thigh, sinking his tongue deeper into you while his nose bumped your clit. You cried around Tyler’s dick, overstimulated from all of the attention catching up to your as your mind spun. Tears sprung in your eyes, and below you the tell tale sound of Josh jerking his dick off in his free hand echoed above Tyler’s messy moans.

You didn’t last long before you came around Josh’s tongue, your insides gushing out as you squirted hard across his face. You moaned and squealed as he worked his tongue deeper in you, lapping up every drop of your mess. Determined to swallow each drop. The vibration of your surprised release soon sent Tyler over the edge. He shoved your head down slightly, holding it in place as his cock throbbed. You felt long, sticky ropes of cum fill your mouth, but your slack jaw had a hard time registering the need to swallow. Instead he filled your mouth until it leaked around his cock, spilling with drool from either side of your lips and sliding up your nose just enough to make you cough and splutter.

Soon Josh followed, pulling up from your core to take a deep breath, grunting through gritted teeth as he came across his hand and onto the side of the bed with a shaky sigh.

Tyler slipped his dick from your mouth, and you felt his cum slide out of your throat and onto the bed, soaking the sheets as you gasped and spluttered for air. His eyes widened at the sight of you as his dick softened slowly, his release satisfying it.

“Oh, damn,” He murmured in surprise, “‘M so sorry. Uh. Here.”

He stood up, almost tumbling down in the process, before making his way naked towards the complimentary beverages near the hotel mini-fridge. Gripping a water bottle, he opened it up with shaky hands and handed it to you before sitting on the edge of the bed and heaving out a long sigh.

Josh stood up and sat on the other side of you, both men shakily moving you up as your head spun. You could barely bring the water to your mouth to take a sip, swishing it a couple of times before swallowing it down. You coughed again, wiping your nose as some cum fell from it, making you make a face of confusion. As if you forgot your throat and nose were connected (you had forgotten).

“Sorry,” Tyler apologized again, his voice heavier with exhaustion now, “I thought you’d swallow.”

“Well, I’ve never had a guy come in my mouth before,” You managed with a laugh, as hoarse as it sounded. You took another sip of water as Tyler laughed, unable to make any other sound as he fell backwards onto the bed. The mattress shook as he grunted. Josh heaved himself on the other side, sandwiching you between them both as you put the water bottle down between your messy thighs, enjoying the coolness the liquid brought to your burning skin.

“That was,” Josh thought for a moment as he tried to find a word to describe it, “Great.”

“Great?” Tyler repeated, his voice amused.

“Great!” Josh repeated, more enthusiastic. You laughed at him then, covering your mouth as you coughed through your now sore throat. The other two laughed with you, bubbly and bemused as they relaxed. Tyler was back to staring at the ceiling now, his eyes spacy with the afterglow of sex. Without thinking, you leaned over to rest your head on Josh’s broad shoulder, to which he let you with no complaints.

“Man,” Tyler exhaled, facing you with awe in his eyes, “Can we get high with you again sometime?”

You smiled at him from Josh’s shoulder, doing your best to shrug without moving.

“I’m here all week.”

“Well,” Josh laughed as he rested his head on top of yours sleepily, “I guess we can stay a little bit longer…Right?”

“Yeah,” Tyler exhaled, “I’m down for that.”

You grinned, “Want another pipe?”

“Yes.” They answered in unison, and you laughed despite yourself.

Yeah, a week off was a good idea.

#top #tyler joseph #josh dun #josh dun x reader #tyler joseph x reader #twenty one pilots x reader #top x reader #twenty one pilots #🔞#this is long im very sorry #ao3 might be easier for this to read but shrugs #im just cross posting fics here at this point #anyways -puts this down and goes back to bed-

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