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multixxfandom · 9 days ago

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Dancing in the Shadows

pairing: josh washington x fem!reader (no use of y/n) warning: suggestive/explicit (MDNI) genre: enemies to lovers/rivals word count: 4,246 proofread: no :/ (needs it) requests: open a/n: this is a long one, buckle up. (I'm such a yapper)

You and Josh had been long-established rivals. No matter what it was, you always seemed to find yourselves neck-to-neck in competition. You had gone to the same school as him since middle, so escaping the boy seemed nearly impossible.

Academics, sports, socializing, even board games. The subject mattered not, but Josh always seemed to find ways to pry his fingers onto the idea of success and disturb your path. He even threatened to attend the same college and major the same as you. Joke or not, he knew how to get under your skin, and you despised him.

The worst part? You and Josh shared the exact same friend group. If escaping him ever looked feasible, it was absolutely crushed now.

"Seriously, you need to come with," Ashley continued to speak through your phone speaker. She was going on a ten-minute tangent to try her best to convince you to take part in the group's movie night at the Washington's mountain lodge.

Josh's lodge.

The eye-rolling couldn't be stopped.

"Look, I love you guys, but you know how I hate being around Josh for long-extended time, unnecessary at that. In a confined space would be the death of me, truth," you answer, phone on speaker as you paint polish on your nails. Baby pink.

"You've been to the lodge before. It's huge, no confinement there," Ash counters.

No matter what problem you presented, she always seemed to find a solution.

"Besides, it's not like it'll be just you and Josh. Everyone is coming," she adds, as if it's the cherry on top.

With a sigh of defeat and a reluctance, you give in. "Fine, but I swear if Josh does anything to-" "I know, I know. We hear it all the time after he beats you in everything," Ashley jokes, a smirk obvious.

"I can change my mind," you half-jokingly threat.

"Nope, too late. I'm hanging up. Pack, Chris and I are coming!" Ashley practically yells. With a click, the room falls silent, minus your heater and the sound of you blowing on your nails.

As you pack your weekend bag, thoughts begin to swirl your mind.

After all, it was only a movie night. Where's the competition in that? You couldn't think of anything less competitive than a night-in, watching movies and snacking with friends.

But deep down, you knew Josh, and you knew that it never mattered; he would find a way to one-up you.

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"I'm serious, he just likes messing with you, nothing else," Chris advices, driving you three to Josh's lodge.

You were discussing Josh's behavior towards you, the relentless pestering and the constant head-to-head moments. The list went on and on, and the nervous pit in your stomach grew the closer you got to the lodge. The closer you were to Josh. How would he be when you first arrive? What would he say? Do?

"Or, crazy theory here, maybe he likes, likes you," Ashley adds, a mischievous smirk plastered on her face from the passenger seat. Even from the back seat, you can see the teasing looks on their faces.

"So untrue," is all you can say. Disbelief has taken over you.

Josh, Josh Always-teasing-and-getting-under-your-skin Washington...liking you?

"We're basically enemies, always neck-to-neck," you argue back, rolling your eyes at the suggestion. Still, it catches your attention, the theory intriguing. Could he feel that way towards you?

"He probably likes the idea of neck-to-neck, if you get what I'm saying," Chris jokes, earning a fake-disgust look from Ashley and a gasp of insult from you.

"You guys couldn't be more wrong," you say as you lean your head back against the headrest.

In what feels like a matter of minutes, you three have parked the car and have started the mini hike to reach Josh's lodge. You couldn't tell if the prickling sensation of anxiety was out of excitement to see your friends or was dread to see what Josh had planned for you.

"Well, well, well. Took you guys long enough." Josh stands at the lodge's entrance, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

You make eye contact for a fleeting moment as you approach, and your heart seems to flutter. You break the contact quickly as you walk up the steps.

"Wow, you came out your cave just for me?" he jokes, fluttering his eye lashes in an obnoxious-sarcastic way.

"Don't flatter yourself. You're not the only one with friends," you fire back, Josh placing a hand on his heart and making a fake face of pain.

"Wasting no time for the animosity, I see. Guess you can beat me at something," Josh teases, tilting his head to the side.

"Can we just go in, already? It's freezing," Ashley intercepts. Her arms cling to her frame as she stares at you for an answer, leaving you speechless for a comeback towards Josh.

"Call it even?" Josh teases, stepping out of the way to the entrance. A smug look appears on his face as he turns to talk to Chris, leaving you and Ashley alone to find your rooms.

"Did you see the look on his face? He totally likes you," Ashley whispers, playfully poking you in the side as you two make your way down the twirling hallway, listening to Beth's orders of where each of your rooms were.

"You call that flirting, Ash?" you question, mostly in a rhetorical way.

If that's flirting, Josh definitely needs to practice, you think to yourself as you place your bag on the bed in the room you call dibs on, unaware of who's room was across the hall. Josh's room.

"I hope the storm isn't too bad tonight," Sam exclaims as she sprawls out onto your bed, lifting her head to stare at you and smile.

"Hey, Sam," you offer, leaning over your bag to gather your pjs. Even though it was freezing, and a winter storm was not far from making its appearance, the parka shielding you from the cold was not the most comfortable thing to watch movies in.

You head off to the bathroom, hearing Hannah's announcement, in the distance, of regrouping back in the living room in thirty minutes.

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"What genre should we go with?"

The time was nearing 11:30 pm, and the conversation finally landed on movies.

So far, Josh hadn't been as bad as you expected. Sure, he constantly insisted on playing against you in the video games, cheated his way towards victory in board games against you, and even found ways to one-up you in academics, asking you about GPAs, grades, etcetera.

But he still couldn't make you budge. No matter how hard he integrated, how relentless he competed, he still couldn't get under your skin. With every snarky remark that left his lips, you countered with one right back. So far, the playing field was even, and going by the irritated look on Josh's face, it seemed you were in the lead.

"Romance," Jessica offers, earning grunts of disapproval from the guys.

"No girly flics, please, for the love of God," Mike complains, earning a slap on the chest from Jess.

"I think horror," Matt suggests.

"You just want to rile them up again, so you can watch them argue," Emily says, waving her finger between you and Josh, both horror-movie fanatics.

Matt just raises his hands in an innocent way and shrugs his shoulders.

"No argument here; it's obvious I have the better horror selection, right?" Josh asks, looking at you for approval, knowing he won't receive any.

"If there's anything I know more about than you, it's horror," you spit back, earning a deep chuckle from Josh.

"Just go fight about it in Josh's room until you guys decide on one, jeez," Chris says, leaning back against the couch with his hand behind his head. "My popcorn is getting cold, and watching you fight isn't that entertaining."

"Fine, we'll see," Josh says, standing up from his spot on the couch and staring down, hovering above you as he waits for you to follow, tilting his head towards the hallway to his room. "Follow, my fair madam." "You make me sick," you mumble under your breath, pushing your way in front of Josh to get to his room first.

"Never had someone this eager before to be in my room," Josh speaks from behind you, his tall and lean figure following as the group's voices fade into background noise, inaudible amongst your's and Josh's in-rhythm footsteps.

"Like you've brought any girls into your room, Joshy," you scuff, teasing him with a nickname the group uses.

Why did I just use it, though, You ask no one but yourself.

The moment you stepped foot into Josh's room, your eyes were drawn to the shelves filled with dvds. The Washington kids' father was a movie director, so it was fitting for this huge selection; Josh always seemed to be the most intrigued in that lifestyle.

"Speechless?" Josh teasingly asks, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you intensely, his stare almost burning a hole in the back of your head as your fingers trace across the cases' spines.

"Maybe a little jealous, can't lie," you say, a wave of sudden honesty washing over you. Your eyes are too locked on scanning every title in sight, you don't even notice Josh joining you, his presence appearing suddenly.

"You should be; just proves I definitely know about movies more than you," Josh says, his words coming out in almost a trailing hushed-tone, banter leaking from his words.

"Leave it to Josh to always see competition in everything" you say, stealing a quick glance from him before you pick up a dvd titled, "The Shining."

"Think this will freak Jess out," you ask, looking up at Josh as he stares down, almost in a new way, more intense.

"I was thinking maybe more of something like 'The Ring,'" Josh offers in return, reaching an arm around you to grab the dvd.

His arm slightly brushes against your shoulder, and now you're hyper-aware of the sudden lack of space between you and Josh, how close he was. You could smell the mixture of cologne and soap on his skin, having showered previously. His eyes scanned your face in a frantic way, going from your eyes to your lips to looking away.

You felt...flushed? Confused even, especially with the sudden burn in your core, something eager and desperate blossoming inside you, something you've never felt towards Josh.

Suddenly, a smirk grows visible on Josh's face, inches away from yours, and his eyes go to look at something behind you.

"Nah, more like 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre." That'll totally freak Jess, you think?" Josh asks, reaching behind you to select the dvd. He was acting as if nothing just occurred, as if this was some way to get to you, get under your skin.

Without saying a single word, Josh walks out the bedroom, stopping right at the doorway to look back and say, "Are you coming, or are you too flushed?"

Oh, so this was the game he wanted to play? Fine.

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"Ugh, can we please just turn this off already?" Jessica complains, hiding her eyes behind her hands, Chris and Mike shushing her as they continue to delve into their popcorn.

The living room's tv glow illuminates the space, cascading a soft blue across everyone's faces, excluding Hannah and Sam, who already resided to their beds to sleep.

Beside you, of all people, sat Josh, his arm resting on the back of the couch just behind your head. He was doing this on purpose. If he could't get under your skin, in your head, with his usual banter and competitiveness, he was the exact type to resort to flirting.

It was new, though, never-before explored territory. You guys had always been passive-aggressive and cutthroat with one another for as long as anyone could remember. This behavior had always seemed to be off-limits between you two, though.

But if Josh wanted to act this way, who were you to let him do it so easily?

You started small, doing almost unnoticeable actions.

Inching closer to him, acting "scared," leaning your head against his arm.

When you realized it wasn't having as much of an effect on him the same way he had on you, wasn't enough, your measures grew more extreme, more desperate now, than ever before, to get Josh Washington hot and flustered.

"Joshy," you whisper to him, sat on the couch, hidden behind most of the group. You look up at him through your eyelashes as his eyes flicker down to you, his face glowing.

"Mhm?" he hums, eyes now back on the screen.

"I'm getting cold, can we share your blanket?"

His eyes suddenly dart down at you, and for a split second, you almost think he's cracking and see an opportunity to squeeze your way in.

"Yeah, sure," he whispers, opening up the blanket for you to join in.

You shuffler closer to him, leaning your head on his chest as you do your best to snuggle up to him. You feel his breath hitch, and a smirk appears on your lips.

You wrap your arms around his waist, and ask "Is this okay?" You speak in a low, seductive tone. Josh's heartbeat was almost audible.

Josh stares down at you for a second before answering, drinking in the details of your face. You take notice of how his eyes seem to trace the lines of your lips.

"Yeah, I wanna do whatever makes you comfortable," he answers, winking before his attention goes right back to the movie.

Unbelievable, you think, your eyes doing the same.

As time trials on, it seems that you will never be able to crack Josh, anger of his victory bubbling inside you. You can just envision it now: that stupid smile on his face. He was sat as you laid your head on his lap. This new closeness earned the occasional glance from the rest of the group.

If you only knew, you thought.

A hand begins running itself through your hair, realization sinking in that the mysterious hand obviously belongs to Josh. The gentle, soft touch contrasts to Josh's constant banter and coldness; when his hand moves the hair out of your neck and travels lower down your back, a shiver is sent down your spine.

He's good, and he's winning.

Small circles are traced on your back, his hand blocked by the cloth of your shirt. God, why were you wishing you wore something thinner, almost craving the sensation of his fingertips as they lit fires on your skin?

You dry swallow and try your best to focus back on the movie, feeling Josh's eyes switch between the glowing screen and your face, waiting for a reaction.

An idea sparks inside your mind, and you begin to rub Josh's thigh, moving your hand up and down in a slow, sensual way; your eyes were locked on the screen, but you could see the puzzled look on Josh's face as he observed the motion of your hand.

A smirk grew as you could visibly see Josh getting nervous as your hand crept closer up each rub. This was finally your chance.

"Is this bothering you?" you ask flirtingly, looking up at Josh. His skin, even in the dim room, is a slight red.

"Not at all," he says, and you can't believe you're actually making him hot and bothered. He shifts as he readjusts himself.

Suddenly, Josh's hand detaches from your back and lands on your thigh, rubbing up and down as he stares back to watch the movie. His hand dips lower and a squeeze is felt on your ass.

You jolt, and a dark chuckle is heard from Josh. That burning, eager feeling in your core returns, and you become flushed again. Failure sinks back in as Josh takes the lead once more, but you're left with more than just the feeling of losing; the feeling of lust seems to be growing with every movement between you two.

It's all too much, the touching, the thoughts in your head, Josh's stare, his touch, his lips, his body, the flushed feeling. In a split second, you push Josh's hand off you, retreating your own, rip the blanket of your warm skin, grab your parka from a hook, and head for the back porch.

"Where are you going, it's the best part?" Chris calls to you, trying his best not to disturb the others, Ashley seeming to have drifted off to sleep against his shoulder.

"Just going out for a smoke- don't wait for me," you answer, grabbing your pack of cigs and a lighter from a near coffee table.

You slip on your boots, Chris mumbling a quiet "weirdo," and gently slide open the back door that opens way to the back porch, feeling Josh's stare burning in the back of your head.

The cold winter wind splashes a wave of coolness over your body, stinging as it fights the warmth off from within the walls. The porch is decorated with bits of outside seating, a long couch pushed against the porch's fence, on the right side of the door.

You reside there as you light a cigarette, its red-orangish glow lighting up your face in the midst of the mountain's darkness, the wind and snow roaring just beyond the lodge. You look out to your right, taking in the landscape as your mind vibrates with thoughts.

"This is insane," you say aloud, your words being whisked away in the cold cloud that leaves your lips.

Never before had much ever seemed to be off-limits when it came to one-upping one another. However, this was different; it was all so sudden, new: the touching, the flirting. It was starting to feel less like a competition to win and more like a competition to get into each other's pants. The idea of being enemies was starting to feel foreign; the line between play-pretend and reality was starting to be blurred into real, vulnerable, raw lust.

"What's up with you?" Josh's voice breaks the silence of the fierce wind and your internal conflict. Of course he would follow you.

Your head snaps to the left, and there Josh stands, his skin wrapped in his own winter coat. A blanket hangs in his hands. "Nothing's up," you offer, shrugging your shoulders as you look back out to the landscape.

"You only smoke when something's bothering you, idiot," he counters, taking a seat beside you. He droops a little, his long legs resting open as he props an arm behind you. You sit with your legs crossed underneath you as Josh wraps the blanket around you.

"Share?" he asks, and you pass the cigarette to him. Snow catches in each other's hair, lingering snowflakes residing in Josh's eyelashes.

"Came to rub in your victory, I'm guessing?" you ask, half-joking but also half-serious. What other reason would beckon Josh to join you? It's so in-character for him to follow you out in the freezing cold just to prance.

He takes a long drag before he answers. "What victory?" He tilts his head back, blowing smoke out into the abyss that is the starry night sky.

"You can stop playing stupid, Josh," you advise, watching him carefully.

"If anything, I'd think we were even at this point," he says, turning to stare at you as he lays his head against the couch's cushion. A glint lights up behind his eyes; you aren't sure what it's calling for, but it makes your core tingle with anticipation.

"What're you saying?" Your heartbeat races as you await an answer.

"Every good competition needs a tie-breaker," Josh says, his hand reaching underneath to feel your body, finding its place on your thigh.

"And how do you suggest we do that, Joshy?" you ask, your voice shaking with desire.

"I bet I can make you cum first."

Josh's bluntness catches you off-guard, you almost choke as you dry swallow. That familiar feeling of craving returns, deepening as blood rushes through your veins, excitement dancing on your skin as your core burns.

Without missing a bit, you rip the blanket off of you and climb onto Josh, his hands finding their place at your ass after he puts out the cigarette. Your lips connect in a hot, steamy second. It's not soft or gentle; it's rough, as if the anger between you two found its way to lust.

Desire ignites between you two as Josh's tongue parts your lips. He squeezes at your ass as moans of approval escape the gates of your mouth.

You run your hand through Josh's hair and tug, deepening the kiss. His lips detach from yours, and you finally see the look in his eyes. They burn with an intense, unspoken hunger, shared between you.

"You taste so fucking good," Josh says in-between breathy exhales.

He brushes your hair aside, and focuses on your neck. He licks and sucks, biting when you whimper for more. It was all so hot, filling that yearn you felt for far too long.

"Get on your knees," Josh suddenly speaks, tugging at your parka, "and take this off. I wanna see you.” Josh’s words are hot and steamy, making your core pulsate with desperation to feel him.

You do as told and look up at Josh, the winter’s snowfall cascading just behind him as the light catches his face in just the right way, its glow delicately blue and buzzing. The wind stings as it hits your bare skin.

The sound of Josh's belt unbuckling makes your stomach flutter with excitment.

He lifts up to pull down his clothing, and you gulp when his member practically pops out. You never doubted the size of Josh- what, with all his tense, built figure- but you definitely underestimated him. You blush.

"Scared of a challenge?" Josh asks, taking his cock in his hand and stroking softly, almost teasing you as he remains eye contact.

"I can take it." you say, glaring at him before you replace his hand with yours.

"I want you to look at me while you try," Josh says, again, relentless with his remarks. That cocky smirk, one you've grown far too familiar with, appears on his face, and you just want to shut him up already.

You start slow, teasingly swirling your tongue on his tip, watching him, Josh throws his head back as he hisses with pleasure.

"Fuck, not wasting time," he manages to mumble in-between his deepening, jagged breaths.

You take in the sight of him: needy, vulnerable, and aching with desire. It makes you want him even more.

"Please take me whole already," Josh says, thrusting his hips closer, but you push them back down.

"Thought you didn't wanna lose?" you jokingly ask, stroking him painfully slow.

"I just want your mouth on my body right now." You open your mouth wide to be able to fit all of him, and you take him whole, stroking what you can't manage to fit in.

Josh's hands clench your hair as he thrusts his hips up and down into your mouth, the sound of you gagging and his moans fading into the bitter atmosphere.

You bob your head up and down, practically drooling over his member. You reach down into your own bottoms, having the urgency to release some of your own needs. However, Josh notices, and immediately, he pulls you off his member.

"Sit on me," he says, pulling you up.

Your stomach flip-flops with eagerness. Everything was all moving so fast, you would have never believed you'd be with Josh, sharing this kind of moment.

He helps you pull down your bottoms, teasing you as he strips off your panties.

You align yourself over Josh's cock, Josh holding his member up to your opening as he slowly slides in, you sitting gently as you adjust to the size.

"Shit, shit," you say, throwing your head back in burning pleasure.

When he was finally in all the way, it felt like your entire body was on fire as Josh holds onto your ass, thrusting as you saddle his lap. Your bodies were moving in perfect unison. His eyes watch your every action, his hands squeezing and touching every inch of your body, igniting that fire.

The sound of skin-on-skin fills your ears, along-side the sounds of moans and begging, as Josh's movements become more sloppy, rough, and intense. It was getting more messy and wet with each passing second.

Josh's hard, throbbing cock pumps faster and faster, that feeling in your pit growing deeper and closer to the edge. You dig your nails into Josh's shoulders as his head burrows into your neck, biting and sucking as you bounce harder. Your core was burning with each thrust, and before you know it, you feel yourself ready to release that built-up pressure.

"Josh," you whimper, throwing your head back as he supports you.

"Do it," is all he says, and your body does it on command; you clench around him and all the tension oozes from your body. Josh lets out moans of pleasure, twitching inside you as he pulls you closer, if that was even possible.

You practically fall into Josh's arms as you climb off him. You both begin to redress yourselves, and that's when you see that stupid look on Josh's face.

"I win."

a/n: midterms (rly, college in general) have been kicking my ass, so I apologize for not uploading in a while/frequently. forgive me <3

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multixxfandom · 1 month ago

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Frozen Desires

pairing: josh washington x fem!reader (no use of y/n) warning: suggestive (MDNI) genre: friend's older brother word count: 1,982 proofread: no requests: open

The night was growing colder with every minute that seemed to fall victim to the passing of time. You lie awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling above you. Your eyes trace the intricate lines that cascade across the paneling, following them as they die out into corners and edges. With a sigh, you close your eyes in defeat.

There was no way you were going to fall asleep, and it was obvious boredom was eating away at your mind. The roar of the winter wind ushers you out of your bed, away from the comfort and warmth that radiated from your sheets. Winter was always more brutal when the sun was in hiding.

The sudden realization of your throat burning from dryness drives you to the find the kitchen. You step out into the darkness of the hallway, forgetting just how confusing and lavish the Washington's mountain lodge truly was.

The house reeked with wealth. Large windows, far too many rooms for purpose, and tangling hallways. It was easy to get lost, but thankfully, you were no stranger to the Washington's.

Especially to Josh Washington.

You were Hannah and Beth's friend first, no doubt, but Josh always found ways to wiggle himself into the trio. Movie nights, gossip sessions, and sometimes when the twins were asleep, he found himself occupying you alone.

The thought made butterflies form in the pit of your stomach.

The feelings you kept locked away about Josh were confusing ones; did you like him? As a what? Friend? You would rather die than bring this up to Hannah or Beth.

The wooden floor creaks as you gently walk across, clinging your arms to your satin-covered skin, trying to hold onto the last remnants of warmth you had. As you pass the bedrooms of others, you take note of warm light leaking through only the bottom of Josh's door.

Must not be able to sleep either, you think to yourself, ignoring thoughts as you venture towards the kitchen.

The soft stove light glows as you reach the island, deciding to get a glass instead of a water bottle.

With your thirst quenched and glass in hand, you head to the couch, but stop in your tracks as you approach the cushion.

There he lay, bare-chested, eyes closed, and head thrown back onto the arm of the couch. The moonlight shined through the glass of the window, caressing every feature of his face, illuminating his skin. He was sleeping.

His eyes flutter open as you try to retreat back to your room, the stupid, old floorboards giving you up.

"Like the view?" he teases, pushing himself up with his elbow. You couldn't tell if you were just too sleep-deprived or if he was actually smirking.

Idiot, you think.

But why could you feel your skin prickle with red, as it rose up your neck and flushed your cheeks?

"I'd rather jump off a mountain," you eject back, standing awkwardly before him now, gripping onto your glass to stabilize yourself.

"What a shame. I would've showed you more," he teases again, now sitting up and removing his legs from the couch, patting the spot next to him for you to sit.

A snarky comment was biting on the tip of your tongue, but you huffed in defeat and sat next to him.

"Why are you up, it's, like, 2 am," he questions, eyes flicking to look at a clock before his stare focuses back on you.

Drinking you in.

"I don't know. I always get like this at night. Restless," you whisper, scared to awake anyone. "You?"

You were surprised to see him here, the light in his room faulting you. The loft was so quiet, it didn’t seem like anyone else was up.

“Oh, you know. Just waiting around for you,” he teases again. God, it seemed like he could never take anything serious.

He must have noticed the small blush on your face, as a smug look grows on his face as he chuckles softly. “Can’t sleep.”

Absentmindedly, he runs a hand down his chest, lazily at that, your eyes following it as he stops near his happy trail.

God, what were you doing?”

“I see you, Miss. Wondering eyes,” he calls to you, eyes staring intently into yours. It almost felt as if his blue orbs were burning a hole into your face.

For a moment, you feel hypnotized, unable to break the eye contact. Then, realization sinks back in. This is your best friends’ brother.

“Sorry, I should go back to bed,” you suddenly say, standing up quite abruptly, and honestly, awkwardly. You felt dizzy with the thoughts running through your mind.

Josh’s face seems to drop.

“Jesus, just jokes,” he says, reaching out to pull you back down on the couch. “You’re as sensitive as my sisters,”

You roll your eyes at his lame comment. “I'm gonna ignore you dissing my friends. But really, it’s late, and we planned to go hiking really early tomorrow,” you say, feeling your core seem to burn as his stare deepens, something sparkling behind his eyes.

“Why don't you wanna hang out with me?" He flashes puppy eyes at you and puts on a fake-pout. If you didn't know him as well as you did, it might have been all one needed to crush on him.

What? You couldn't believe the things your mind was admitting to. Feelings locked away for so long, hidden far into the depths of your mind seemingly floating to the surface at ease.

Looking at him made your mind melt and lose all senses.

With a thump, you throw yourself back onto the couch, watching as Josh rests his head against the back of it, his eyes not dropping from yours for a second.

"So how's your break been?" Josh inquires, referring to your winter break away from college.

"Are we going to share some small talk?" you tease before answering. "It's been good. I'm always happy to come to the lodge, so the invites are very appreciated," you say, eyes falling to look at Josh's plump lips, ones forming a sly smirk of admiration as he listens.

"I like when you accept the invites," he adds, hand reaching out to trace shapes on your arm that rests in-between you two.

The touch is soft and gentle but sends a trail of burning desire down your arm, aching for more.

You swallow dryly.

Josh must notice the state you're becoming, as he inches closer to you. His body twists to fully face you now, still smirking and eyes glowing with a deep passion underneath his gaze.

"What are you thinking?" you ask, your voice coming out as a hushed whisper.

"Thinking about how badly I want you," he whispers back. His honestly and straightforwardness take you by complete surprise; you're unable to suppress the rosiness that spreads across your face, lips slightly ajar.

"Didn't think you were that easy to shock," Josh teases, his face moving closer to yours, now resting his head next to yours as you both lay back on the couch. "What are you thinking?"

God, what weren't you thinking about right now?

How big and manly Josh appeared.

How plump and ripe his lips looked.

The way the muscles in his arms flexed as he seemed to caress your side.

The way his bare chest lifted and fell with excitment

The way his skin seemed to glow

How desperately you wanted to just pounce on him and have your way.

"I'm thinking about how you should do something about it then," you tease back, not completely losing composure.

As if that was his activation word, Josh bounces up and pulls you into his lap, hands tracing their way down your back as he pushes you closer to his body, chest-to-cloth. Your satin pjs were cooling to the burning hunger Josh had.

"Is this okay?" Josh asks, eyes sparkling with thirst and passion as he looks up at you, looking submissive yet so fierce at the same time.

It was as if your growing desires were being thawed out, frozen no longer, and seeping out of your being.

"Mhmm," is all you can utter as his hands land on your ass, and you almost jolt from a reassuring squeeze.

Within an instant, Josh has your hair pushed to the side and is frantically sucking on your neck, the occasional bite sending a shiver down your spine.

Hums and sighs of approval leave the gates of both lips, Josh simply finding satisfaction in making you throw your head back as he makes his way down your body, hands supporting your back. He loves knowing he is making you feel good.

Josh's lips find their way to yours, hands tangling themselves in your hair.

"God, you taste so good," he says in-between kisses, smirking as he steals looks.

"Josh, I need you," you manage to moan out, pulling his hair with one hand as the other rubs his chest.

"Yeah?" he says, scanning your face. "Yeah, okay."

The ache in your core burns deeper as Josh pushes you back onto the couch and he kneels onto the floor before you. His head aligns with your sweet spot, and he pushes your legs open, a gasp of excitement escaping your lips.

"Barely touched you," he teases.

He rubs your thighs, kissing and licking his way down. His fingers begin to play with the elastic rim of your pj shorts, taunting you.

"Josh, please hurry," you beg, eyes closed as you throw your head back.

"You're so needy. Where's the fun in rushing," Josh jokes as he stops to look at you, almost as if asking for permission for what is to come.

With a nod, he proceeds with what he was doing, leaving a final love bite before he strips you down to nothing but aching desire.

But before he could even take off your bottoms, soft footsteps can be heard from the hallway, creeping closer.

Your skin prickles with anxiety as you push Josh off of you, your ears perking up from the sound and snapping out of the moment.

"What? What did I do?" Josh asks, face sunken with worry that he may have gone too far.

"Someone's coming, idiot," you correct, slapping him playfully on the chest as you readjust your clothing and try to sit naturally. The hungry thoughts swirling in your mind are unable to be suppressed.

Josh jumps up at your words, hurrying to sit himself on the opposite arm chair adjacent to the couch, also attempting to act as nonchalant and natural as he can muster. A pillow lays across his lap, hiding a very obvious bulge.

"What are you guys doing up still?" Beth asks, hair disheveled and eyes a little puffy. It was obvious she had just woke up. "It's 3." No way we were that loud, you think, a red embarrassment blushing onto your face.

"Sorry, B. Someone was just a little thirsty," Josh answers, eyes locked on you as he pokes fun. That smug look hasn't left his face.

"Okay, well, we all promised to go hiking at 7, so make sure you weirdos get some rest," Beth responds, dismissing Josh's comment as nothing.

She spins on her heels and goes back to her room, the air around you two seeming to fall quiet.

"Guess that's my cue," you say, breaking the silence. You push yourself off the couch, adjusting your pjs as you stand before Josh.

Josh's eyes trace your figure, face still glowing. "Sure, don't wanna miss that hike."

"Goodnight, Josh," you say, trying to push back thoughts of yearning hunger.

He chuckles before he tilts his head to the side, staring intensely at you again. "Goodnight." A growing hunger in the pit of your stomach, as well as the returning twinkle behind Josh's stare, tells you this isn't finished.

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