#Joshua dun fic

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hello,

I was wondering if maybe you could write some sort of fluffy story with torchbearer Josh. Maybe something angsty/fluffy, like reader being worried about him before the Banditos go to do the big fight at Dema in Paladin Strait? If not, that’s okay too. No pressure. I’m just happy I found someone writing TØP on this site.

We're Going Back - Torchbearer!Josh Dun x GN!Reader

Pairing: TorchbearerJosh x Gender Neutral Bandito Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, fight between Josh and Reader (reader actually is mean guys) There's fluff at the end tho!!

Word Count: 1523 (a nice long one for you anon)

Summary: When Reader finds out that Clancy and Torchbearer are going back into Dema she does everything she can to prevent it.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it anon. Please feel free to request more because I honestly love writing for twenty one pilots. And requests are what help keep me writing I-/

Note - some of this is headcannon for the purposes of making the story work

The day Clancy and I left Dema, I knew there was no going back. It just wasn’t happening. We’d managed to escape together. He’d been outside the walls alone before but during the annual assemblage he’d convinced me to ‘tag along’ as he’d put it. We’d been close friends growing up in Dema, that was just the way it was. Things changed once we left. I remember the day I met the Torchbearer, Josh. It took a lot longer than I thought it would to learn his name. For reasons unknown; he'd kept it a secret known only by his closest friends (or in my case, girlfriend). Clancy and I had only spent a few weeks at the Bandito camp before he was recaptured. He was gone for years. While I knew Josh was looking out for him, I knew exactly what kind of pain Clancy was going through. It was Dema. Josh hadn’t grown up within the walls like Clancy and I, things were different for him, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Which was why when he reunited with Clancy and brought him back to the camp, my panic attacks started.

“Oh god you look so different,” I cried into Clancy’s shoulder, “are you okay? I mean, of course you’re not. You’re back.” He nodded quietly, I could feel the tightness of his body in my arms. “What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“We’re going back in,” he voiced bluntly, looking at Josh who nodded knowingly. This wasn’t happening. Clancy wasn’t going back, he’d just gotten out. He’d just been forced against his own will to create propaganda for the very institution that nearly killed us. Not to mention Josh hadn’t been physically in the city for longer than a few hours before. Of course they weren't going in there. Right? 

“You should go get some rest before we start preparations,” Josh said, clearly noticing the shocked look on my face. “It’s good to have you back, Clancy.” Clancy’s eyes darted to mine before he walked toward the tent that had been empty for years. Josh and I were left alone, standing in the middle of the camp. 

“You said we,” I muttered. 

“I did,” he replied, looking at me carefully. He’d grown used to the constant nightmares I’d had about my time in Dema and worries about Clancy. “You know why we're doing this,” He said. His tone made it clear he was  stating the obvious.

“You’re going with him,” I could feel my head throbbing as I grabbed his hand tightly. Josh looked at me, a quiet sigh escaping him while he led me to our private tent. 

“Of course I am.” He said matter of factly; like he never would have even considered another option. We sat down, his arms wrapping around my torso, the brightly coloured tattoo sleeve peeking out under his shirt. 

“It’s not safe and you goddamn know it Josh,” my voice trembled as I remembered my time in the city. All I could think about was how isolating and cold it was. Josh almost chuckled, despite the fact that the situation really wasn’t funny.

“I’m aware it’s dangerous,” He retorted, his hand resting on his forehead before he looked at me again,“I’m not gonna let him go in there alone.” 

“The bishops will kill you the second they see you, and then what? The rebellion is over. Both of our leaders will be dead, the banditos will be killed and everyone will have lost.” Josh was getting frustrated now, his grip on me loosening with every exchange. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, I could tell, but he knew if he tried to walk away I’d just follow him.

“That’s not going to happen. We have a plan, we’ll be fine,” He said, his voice full of empty hope. I knew what I was about to say when I said it, I knew I was firing a shot. One I’d been keeping in till I needed to use it. 

“Oh and how did your last ‘plan’ turn out Josh? What with Clancy being recaptured and forced to write SAI?” He dropped his arms from me and moved away so he was sitting directly in front of me. 

“Don’t.” He snapped, a hand raising and pointing at me. “Don’t bring that up.” He clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as anger and frustration was starting to overtake his mind. I had to fight the urge to continue throwing emotional bullets his way. I was going to make it clear to him that it was dangerous in Dema, that he couldn’t go, regardless of whether or not it hurt our relationship. Because I loved him and I couldn’t lose any more than I already had. 

“Why not?” I challenged him, “It was your plan.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” he exhaled, his whole body tense now as he yelled. “You don’t think I lay awake at night thinking it’s all my fault Clancy was captured?” His fists were clenched, he was fighting the urge to punch something. Maybe himself, maybe a wall. He closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm himself like he’d taught me when I’d had nightmares. He looked like he was about to check out for the rest of the day, what I’d said really had an impact on him. “Stop,” He managed to mutter, still fighting to stay in control of his emotions.

“Okay,” I nodded. I knew exactly how he’d felt about Clancy and SAI. I knew he thought it was his fault so he spent every waking hour with Clancy, making sure he could get back safely. I knew he blamed himself, not only for Clancy’s time back in Dema but also for hurting me. He hated himself so much already and hearing me remind him of what he thought about himself all the time was making him feel terrible. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting for a moment before he finally spoke again, his voice shaky. “Just stop… please..”

I reached out to hold him, “I’m sorry, I went too far Josh.” He rested his head into the crook of my neck, quiet sobs filling the air. He melted at my touch, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer as he held back sobs.

“Please,” He eventually muttered, “Please don’t hate me.”

“I could never hate you, I’m just scared. I don’t want you or Clancy leaving me again, I can't take any more losses,” I pressed my lips to his temple. 

“I know, I know,” He mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut as he was trying to compose himself. I continued to hold him tightly, not wanting to ever let go. “I’m scared too,” he added, his voice quiet. Eventually he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes slightly bloodshot from crying. He took a deep breath, still trying to keep hold of whatever composure he could. “We’ll be fine, I promise,” he mumbled, but even I could tell he had doubts. 

“You can’t promise that,” I sighed. 

“Watch me,” he replied sternly, though the shakiness in his voice didn’t help. He reached a hand out now, a cold palm cupping my chin as his eyes met mine. “I promise, we’ll come back. You have my word.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine for a few moments. 

“If I lose you, I need you to know that you're the best thing to ever happen to me, Torchbearer.” I tried desperately to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to let him go.

“Don’t talk like that,” He whispered, “Not like you’re already saying good-bye to me.” I cupped his face gently, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to wade off tears. He melted into the kiss, gripping his hands at my sides as he held onto me. He deepened the kiss, his head tilting so the angle was better as he pulled me closer. I would’ve been happy to stay here if it meant him not having to leave. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering. 

“It's time to start packing supplies and getting the others ready if we want to make it on time.” With a slight exhale Josh pulled away, turning to look at Clancy and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah we need to get moving,” he mumbled, his hands letting me go.

“Josh?” I called, catching him just before he followed Clancy outside.

He turned to look at me again, a hint of concerned look plastered onto his face. 

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice quiet.

“You better keep that promise.” I desperately attempted to hold back my sobs, knowing full well that as soon as one slipped I was a goner. 

“I will,” he whispered, taking a step closer to me again. “I’ll come back.” With careful hands he reached out and wiped away a stray tear that was rolling down my cheek. “I’ll always come back to you.”

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if only solochaos (@armpit-of-orion) were here to see it

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Woah a new chapter!! where did that come from... :00

[clazcy]

the personae & facets of mr. pilots (both of them) (this is solely about their characters) (the author of this post has did & understands it's a medical experience)

i already made my thing on tyler & the 3 of him (sort of about myself too but that's largely system based) but this will have more detail

(also first & foremost if you're in the seizure search for epilepsy block the #not epilepsy tag so my things will stop coming up. so sorry about that)

tyler tyler - host. author of the songs (mostly). the one we see performing, the son of nico.

blurryface - split from being seized by nico & the trauma that caused. author of goner from npi. bears nico's name but is also a 'blurry face' in the sense that he has no identity besides being controlled. therefore, he tries to control tyler/the body to cope. since he holds the dark thoughts of nico, he enacts those onto tyler. he is a persecutor.

clancy - ALSO split from the seizings but also off of blurry. different from tyler in the sense that's he's more violence focused, different from blurry in the sense that his anger is directed at the abusers. son[? or belongs to the district] of keons, in that sense. author of the album clancy & the letters. also a persecutor because he WILL take control to do whatever it takes to get his way (also he has significantly less of a moral compass).

okay josh

josh josh - this is josh <3 host like tyler & he is josh joshua william dun :) also the one who performs. we don't know his bishop.

spooky jim - same seizing split. however, as seen in choker & that one tweet, he also has some sort of power from this (this is not did canon compliant sadly :( ) & how he's using it depends on whether or not he's actively being seized/controlled (weaponized?). when he's not, it's for good, changing things to pink (happy fun colour!!!) etc. when he is, he's, well. he turned his loved ones into objects. i think this stems from insecurity of losing them (choker) vs changing things for the better (tweet, especially since tyler puts so much emphasis on changing hair to change/control self, it implies spooky was helping him regain control). i think this power is at least semi exclusive to spooky because it's blue, & the bishops use that as their :( colour.

torchbearer - re: clancy, but he's not violent. different path, leader of banditos et cetera. not free from anxiety, but significantly better at coping. i uh. headcanon he has the same power as spooky but uses it to light torches. that doesn't mean anything necessarily but i think it's cute.

questions this answers (kind of) & questions i answer

why is josh always blurry in photos?

a. this is tyler (collective) 's writing & i don't think he (in the story, as the character) realizes that josh is also collective. or

b. he does, but he (as clancy) doesn't see torchbearer (his only counterpart) as a person because he isn't violent. i feel like he's not ready to accept him.

c. something something psychosis they are one person all along fight club style. i hate this one (victim of forest fic) so i hope it isn't true.

who was the one in the trench mvs?

tyler i assume. he spent the longest in trench (within the collective) & has the most story with it.

who's the one in the overcompensate mv?

clancy boy

are there any more within the collectives?

probably not, since this is a story. however. the different facets/or outfits they wear/ways they sing you get it etc could also be different ones maybe. i don't think they are & if they are i doubt they matter as much.

i'm outta questions someone send me more so i can elaborate

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Popstar Tyler Joseph invites rockstar drummer Joshua Dun to be in his music video.

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Twenty one pilots: we dont believe what's on TV

Me: hell yeah!

The next day: josh dun turning up on the screen

Me:

Me:

Me: aw, josh!

Me:

Me: wait

Me: WAIT

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Epilogue

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff of the highest extremity

Word Count: 1625

Authors’ Note: I can’t believe that this is the last chapter for this series! It’s been such a great run and we love you all so much for showing your support! Hope you love it as much as we did! :) (picture credit)

Epilogue - June 2019 - End of the Bandito Tour

Jenna: Let's be cute today! Put on your cutest sundress and I'm going to be there in thirty to pick you up for a girl's day. We're getting our nails done!

That was the text that you had received less than ten minutes ago as you tore through your clothes in the closet that you shared with Josh. Finding the yellow sundress that you had instantly thought of, you quickly changed into it and slipped on some wedges that went perfectly with the color scheme you were going for. You did your makeup in record time, still making sure that it was perfect before moving to your hair, pulling it halfway up and into a cute messy bun. Spraying some perfume on to finalize your look, you heard the doorbell ring - instantly knowing that it was Jenna. Jim, who had been laying on the bed as you got ready, lifted his head up curiously as he heard it and instantly ran down the hall.

You made your way behind him and grabbed your cellphone and purse, hurrying over to the front door. Opening the door to reveal a smiley Jenna, you giggled a bit at her and then pulled her in for a big hug.

"Hey, you! I'm just going to leave Josh a note that I'll be leaving to go out with you. Just give me a second. I'll meet you out there."

"Okay, hurry up! We have stuff to do!"

Hurrying back over to your post-it notes, as Jenna reclosed the door to head back to her car, you grabbed a pen and quickly jotted down your location and that you'd be back later. Adding a little heart at the end, you said goodbye to Jim with a pat on his head and exited your home, locking it behind you. You got into her car and the both of you were off to the nail salon.

*     *     *

"You know that I never have my nails longer. They don't make things easy at work."

"I know, but it would be nice to see something different on you. Just to try! If you don't like it after 24 hours, then we can come back and get them fixed."

After thinking on it, you finally decided to give in and try for a bit of a longer nail. You may have budged on the subject, but you weren't going to completely move. After getting your nails done and feeling pampered, you both decided on having lunch at the nearest thai food restaurant. It had been forever since you had eaten it, so it was a never ending craving. You both got to talk about many things, including how life had been, how things were going in both relationships... everything under the sun. When she looked at her watch with a sigh, she looked up to you again and started gathering her trash.

"It's getting a bit late and I promised Ty that I would be back home to cook some dinner. You ready?"

"Yeah, let's go!"

*     *     *

The drive back home was filled with more discussion and light music playing in the background. No matter how much time the both of you spent together, there was never a shortage of things to talk about, and that's one of the many reasons why you loved Jenna. Finally pulling back into your driveway, you smiled to your best friend and leaned over to give her a hug.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay? Thank you so much for today. It was fun!" you exclaimed as you got out of the car to head inside.

With a smirk, she nodded and waved, "You're welcome!"

You watched as Jenna pulled out of the driveway and disappeared around the bend at the end of the street. Once she was out of sight, you grabbed your keys from the depths of the purse and made your way up the path that led to the house. Josh had been pretty quiet in terms of communication today, and you were silently hoping that he was home already so you two could spend the rest of the afternoon together.

Music was the first thing that you heard when you opened the door. You recognized it instantly; it was the song that you and Josh had first danced to at Tyler and Jenna’s wedding, also known as the night that you had fully realized how you felt about Josh. After you had confessed that to him shortly after you started dating, you two had deemed the song that played that night “your song”.

“Hello?” you called as you set your things by the door and kicked off your shoes. “Josh?”

“I’m in here!”

You were relieved to hear his voice. After taking a second to look over your appearance in the mirror and deeming it passable, you followed the sound of the music into the living room. Your heart stopped as soon as you rounded the corner.

Fairy lights were strung all around the room, blinking softly against the walls and furniture, with pictures of you and Josh from the moment you had met to only a few short weeks ago clipped along them. Rose petals were laid out on the ground, creating a path from where you were standing to the middle of the room. There were even a couple of your favorite candles around, adding to the romantic atmosphere. And in the middle of it all was your boys - Josh and Jim - wearing matching black bow ties.

“What’s going on?” you asked, never letting your eyes leave Josh as you grew closer to him. “I didn’t forget an anniversary, did I? Isn’t it in two months?”

“You didn’t forget anything,” Josh smiled. “But you are going to remember something.”

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, Josh dropped to one knee and pulled out a little black box. Your eyes were brimmed with tears in an instant, hardly able to believe what they were seeing in front of them. Josh was absolutely beaming as he turned the box over in his hands a few times.

“I thought for a long time about how and when and where I wanted to do this, but the one thing I never had to question was why. Y/N, I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that I was going to fall in love with you and from then on there was no going back. I have fallen in love with every last thing about you, even the parts that you think don’t deserve to be loved. There is nobody else in the world that I would rather spend the rest of my life with. So, Y/N Y/L/N,” he opened the little box and held it out towards you, “will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you barely managed to choke out through the tears. “Of course, Josh.”

Josh’s smile grew even wider, if that was even possible, as he pulled the ring out of the box. You held out your hand and he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. It was shining in the dim light from the fairy lights. Jim, upon noticing the excitement, was eagerly thumping his tail against the floor.

“I didn’t want to get anything too big so that you could still wear it while you’re working,” Josh explained as he stood back up. “I hope you like it.”

“It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

You finally managed to get your hands on Josh and pulled him into a kiss. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you into the embrace that had provided you with comfort for so many years. He was the first to pull away, but he kept his forehead pressed against yours.

“You look beautiful today, by the way,” he grinned as he wiped away some of your tears with his thumb.

“Thank you.” A familiar heat rose to your cheeks, despite the fact it was a compliment you had heard countless times before. “I love you so much, Josh. This was everything I ever could have dreamed of.”

“I just wanted to make this moment special. I love you to the stars and back and wanted to show you that.”

“You definitely did.”

You kissed him again, but it was interrupted by an all too familiar voice.

“So, it finally happened, huh?”

You spun around in Josh’s arms, still keeping your hands on his shoulders. Tyler was standing just inside the living room with his arms crossed, that same stupid smirk that you had seen so many times before plastered on his face.

“No, Tyler,” you held a finger out towards him, “you do not get to come ruin this moment. You’ve done plenty of that already.”

Josh and Tyler both began to laugh, making you turn back to look at Josh in surprise.

“Y/N, it’s ok. He helped me set all of this up, he’s supposed to be here.”

“You’re sure?”

He smiled, “I’m sure.”

“I’m not the only one who’s here, either.”

Tyler wandered around the corner towards the entryway. He returned shortly after with Jenna, who was trying - and failing - to hide her obvious excitement.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Well, I knew that this was going to be a big moment for us,” Josh explained. “And I figured what better way to celebrate it than with our family?”

That was enough to send a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks. You were still in disbelief that you had ended up surrounded by so many wonderful people who cared for you so deeply. People that you now knew would be by your side for the rest of your life.

It was better than you ever could have dreamed of.

*     *     *     *     *

The end?

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hello. It’s me, anonymous (yes. I am the person who submitted the torchbearer request. That was amazing by the way! You’re an amazing writer!).

I feel bad asking for another TØP one shot (another Josh one on top of that), but I was wondering if you could do a fluffy one where Josh teaches the reader to play the drums a little bit everyday after soundcheck for the Clancy tour, but they don’t tell Tyler (no reason. They just want to mess with him). You can end it however you want, but I think it would be cute Tyler accidentally interrupts a cute moment Josh and the reader are having.

You don’t have to follow this exactly (or at all), I just think it’s cute. Only if you want to of course.

Drum lessons - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3

A/N: Dude I love tøp and have been waiting for someone to just throw requests my way so NEVER feel bad for requesting tøp. They’re my main fandom anyways and no one has been requesting them so ily 🤟 I'd love to assign you an anon emoji so I know who my anons are so let me know which one you want next time you request. And keep requesting! I write for both Josh and Tyler (and I love Josh a lot so keep them coming!)

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d watched Josh play drums and wondered how on earth he managed to get each of his limbs to move at different speeds. I’d played guitar before, and I understood how piano worked, but drums just left me clueless. The boys had been practising for the Clancy tour for a few days, and it was the last day before we travelled to Denver. Tyler had gone to get changed and shower before driving home, but Josh and I stayed behind to talk to Mark and film some stuff. The red drum kit sat alone on the stage. I stared at it before sitting behind it and holding the sticks.

“Look at you!” Josh laughed. I smiled brightly at him. “Well if you’re gonna be behind the kit at least play me something.” I hit the snare, kick, and cymbals making a loud (and awful) sound. I burst out laughing, knowing it sounded terrible yet I was thoroughly enjoying myself. 

“I should replace you as the drummer shouldn’t I?” I grinned. He walked up behind me, holding me in a backwards hug. Pressing his lips to my cheek, he whispered “Not quite.” I looked around to see the crew were all gone. “I could teach you though.” He had to be joking. Yeah, I could play guitar and was interested in what Josh did, but he was crazy to think I had the coordination even to play something basic. 

“Haha funny,” I smirked, putting the sticks down and getting up. 

“No, seriously,” he followed quickly behind me as I grabbed my stuff and headed to our car. “It would be something cool for us to do together on tour. Tyler normally leaves after soundcheck to hang with Jenna and the kids. We’d have time.” He was right. I really did want to learn to play drums; they’d always fascinated me. “Come on… it would be fun,” Josh enticed, getting into the car. 

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded, “let’s do it.” 

The first ‘session’ was a disaster. He’d attempted to get me to do a ‘basic’ drum beat he called some complicated name I’d forgotten the name of by the time I sat down. 

“No, no, like this.” He hit one of the drums before stopping to let me try. I’d just stayed to get it before we were told to get off stage. “You’ll get it next time y/n, trust me,” Josh reached for my hand and led me down the halls of the venue. 

“Why don’t we just choose a pilots’ song and you teach me that? Surely there’s an easy one?” I asked. He perked up in excitement. 

“Yeah, that’s a great idea. Routines isn’t too hard, we could even get out up on stage once you get it down,” he smiled. There was no way on earth that would ever happen. 

“Sure Josh, sure,” I rolled my eyes. 

A few sessions later I was starting to get the handle of it. Josh would play the track on his phone and tell me which drums to hit and when until I remembered what to do. 

“Kick, snare, kick, kick, kick, snare. Oh, and remember to keep hitting the high hat the whole time.” I continued to play the song while Josh air drummed and Tyler’s voice played in the background. “Yes! There you go!” I flashed him a smile as I hit the last drumbeat in the song. Josh snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his lips to mine. I kissed him back, cupping his jaw and smiling into the kiss. Josh’s baseball cap brushed against my forehead as we pulled away. I pull it off him and put it on backwards, just like him. 

“Drums are actually kinda fun.”

“Of course they are. I told you, you could do it,” he still held me close in his arms, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” I brushed one of his loose curls out of his face, wondering how lucky I was to have him. He turned his head into my hand, pressing his lips to my palm. “You’re my favourite person.” The curtains backstage ruffled as Tyler stepped out onto the stage. 

“Josh you’re still practicing? I thought we finished soundcheck,” he shouted, running across the venue to the B-stage drum island. “We already did Routines.” Tyler was dressed in his first tour outfit, holding the Clancy mask in his hand. Josh rested his head in the crook of my neck as he looked at Tyler. “Oh shoot, sorry,” Tyler smiled awkwardly, realizing the position we were in, “I didn’t realise you were uh… what was it you were doing?” I waited for Josh to say something, but he stayed quiet. Tyler waited patiently for either of us to answer the question. “Wait, was y/n playing?” A more confident smile spread across his face. Josh sat up and nodded eagerly at Tyler.

“Yep, I taught her the song, she’s amazing isn’t she?” 

“Yeah, I genuinely thought you were Josh with that hat and the drumming over the speakers,” Tyler said, sitting down on the b-stage just next to the drum kit. “You know, it would be cool to have you on stage together playing.” I knew this was coming. I could practically feel the smirk grow on Josh’s face. “And I’m guessing he’s already tried to convince you. I’m sure we can set that up, the fans would go crazy,” he rested his head on his hands, staring up at the roof of the venue. I placed the drumsticks back into their storage cup before getting up from the kit and sitting in front of Josh on the floor. He nudged me, trying to bring my attention to the idea of playing on stage. 

“I-uh… I don’t think it’s for me, you know. You guys perform in front of massive crowds and given that it took me 3 weeks to talk to Josh after we properly met, my anxiety could never,” I pulled at the sleeves of my sweater nervously. 

Tyler smiled at me, knowingly, “I get it, it takes a lot to perform in front of people every night.” I nodded, glad he understood my situation. 

“Just know that I can make it happen if you want it to,” Josh smiled. 

“Of course you can.”

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Temptation: a Josh Dun fanfic

Y/N: Okay this anon ask is hot as fuck honestly. Probably will be one of the smuttiest things I’ve written on here yet. It was asked to be in josh’s perspective with a female reader so yeah… I’m sort of skeptical of posting this just cause some ppl might think it’s disrespectful or not right or whatever but the prompt is hella amazing and I can’t help myself. If you don’t wanna read it, then don’t read it, but pls don’t come at me with hate because I wrote something super scandalous compared to most of my shit. So here it is xoxo (get ready for some steamy, spicy, sexy smut!)

(1/2) Anonymous said: one where Josh and Y/N are roommates and she's always very flirty and barely wearing anything around the house and gets him so turned on and hes always having to take cold showers and has dirty dreams about her but then they have rough sex? (2/2) Anonymous said: About the roommates with josh request can it also be from Josh's pov?

*josh pov, female reader, lots of smut

To say that y/n is hot is an understatement. She’s drop dead gorgeous. And yeah, I know that probably sounds like an overstatement, but it’s not. Not at all. Ever since I moved in with her and we started sharing an apartment, she hasn’t left my mind. She has these amazing eyes and this sly smile and her body, holy shit, her body is better than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it, especially with the way she barely even wears anything around the house. It’s sort of like she’s almost asking for it, but I’ve decided by now it’s just her sense of style. She likes to wear as little as possible and still claim it as an outfit. And when she wears lingerie, fuck, I can’t help but just fall apart. So yes, I guess you could say I’d definitely want to fuck her.

The first few days we spent as roommates were pure torture. Mostly because I told myself I shouldn’t fall for her tricks. I thought she was trying to get me to make a move or something, or just plain tease me, but I told myself I was supposed to be respectful and know my place. It started out with me coming home and watching her cook dinner. She’d wear this skimpy little crop top and super short tight shorts, hair up in a ponytail, swaying her hips as she walked about the kitchen, licking her lips after she taste tested the food, sucking her fingers from the cake batter after baking, almost everything she did just for my own amusement. Especially when we ate dinner. She’d always stare at me with these eyes, biting her lip and acting all innocent, occasionally letting her bra strap fall off her shoulder and act like it didn’t even happen. It was all these small little things that got to me. I tried to ignore it, tried to just tell myself she was oblivious to how attractive she was, tried to convince myself that I was the one making all of this up. But it was the course of events that happened over the following couple of days that really fucked me up. Literally.

It was late evening and when I walked into the kitchen, of course, she was there at the table, scrolling through her phone and eating a cupcake. “Hey Josh,” she smiled slyly. “You back from dinner?” Tyler had invited me to go eat with him and Jenna that night and I took him up on the offer.

“Yeah,” I answered nervously, trying to peel my eyes away from her chest. She was wearing nothing but a lacy bra and this miniskirt. That must’ve been what was in the Victoria’s Secret bag I found lying on the couch this morning. Shit, she looked so good. I watched in a daze as she skimmed the frosting of the cupcake with her finger before sucking it off slowly and then pulling the finger from her mouth.

“I thought you were going to eat dinner with me,” she sighed, a tone of disappointment in her voice. I stiffened. It wasn’t like we planned to have dinner tonight or anything, but I still felt a pang of guilt. I also felt myself start to grow hard and I curse myself, and her, in my head.

“I’m sorry,” I swallowed uncomfortably. “I uh, I planned on having dinner with Tyler and Jenna tonight.”

“Mmm I see,” she nodded slowly. “You spend quite a lot of time with him. Tyler.” When she says his name I tense up, and I don’t know why I should be jealous that she even knows his name, but I am. This girl always makes me feel emotions I can’t quite explain. I hate it. I love her.

“He’s my best friend,” I explained, trying to stay calm but it’s sort of impossible when she bites her lower lip and looks at me that way, shifting in her seat so that the lace over her breasts move ever so slightly that it exposes just another inch of skin. I was really getting heated now.

“Friend,” she repeated the word slowly, glancing down at the bulge in my pants before flickering her gaze back up towards me.

“Yeah,” I tried my best to keep my expression neutral. “Tyler’s a friend.”

“Did your friend do that to you? Hmm?” she raised an eyebrow.

“What?” my face turned red. “No, he didn’t.”

“Did his wife?” she smirked and I instantly clench my fist, angry she would even think I’d do something like that.

“No,” I instantly retort. “I’d never do that to Tyler.”

“So if it wasn’t Tyler, and it wasn’t Jenna…” she gave a small chuckle. “It must’ve been me.”

“Must’ve been,” I muttered. “Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to start, but I’m going to bed. Okay?”

“Going to bed?” she frowned. “Aren’t you going to take care of that first, maybe?”

“That’s my own business,” I narrowed my eyes, agitated beyond measure by now.

“Well then that’s a shame,” she sighed. “I was looking forward to maybe helping you.”

“Hmm?” I raised my eyebrows, doing a double take.

“You heard what I said,” she insisted, pushing out her chair and walking over towards me, getting on her knees. I tensed up, staring down at her, watching how she looked up at me, those eyes boring into mine. “I know you want to.”

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered out, trying to stay cool but she put both of her hands on my hips, tugging me closer to her. I was getting super hard now. Shit.

“You know exactly what I’m doing, Josh,” she smirked, taking a hand off of my hip to delicately stroke my member from underneath the fabric of my pants. “Mmm you’re so hard for me, aren’t you?” I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress a moan from escaping my mouth, and I was prepared for her to touch me again when instead her hands left my body and she got back up, dusting off her miniskirt and studying the expression on my face for a second before walking away.

“Where are you going?” I wondered, watching as she swayed her hips back and forth as she walked to the table, picking up her cupcake and starting to head out of the room.

“To my bedroom,” she responded. “It’s getting late you know.”

Before I could respond she was gone, and I was left in the kitchen with a fucking boner and head full of confusion. Did she really just tease me that bad? And I let her get away with it? Fuck y/n. I closed my eyes tight, starting to contemplate whether that actually just happened, and then decided to go to bed where I’d take care of the problem myself. I slip off my t-shirt, slide off my pants, go to shut the door, then climb in bed, tugging down my boxers and getting to work. Damn, the things she does to me. I’m imaging her body, her lips, the way her hands grazed my cock just moments earlier, those eyes staring at me, her seductive voice, everything about her is so-

The door swings open and my eyes widen, I’m sitting up instantly, almost forgetting the fact that I’m completely fucking nude, when she’s standing there, lacy bra, miniskirt, half eaten cupcake and all, staring at me. “I was going to take care of the problem, but it looks like you beat me to it,” she shrugged, eyeing me up and down before strutting off, not even bothering to close the door behind her.

“Wait-” I started to call for her but it was too late. She was gone.

The next morning when I wake up, I feel sore all over. I don’t know whether it was out of sexual frustration or just plain being aroused, but I must’ve fucked myself so hard last night. Especially after she made a surprise reappearance for a split second, catching me red handed as I’m moaning out her name, jacking off, completely naked. Probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I’m not even usually one to do that, hell, I’ve never even really done that before but I couldn’t help it and last night with her hands on my body and her eyes looking at mine, I just couldn’t help it. I stumble out of bed and slip on some underwear, running a hand through my messy bright yellow hair before going into the living room, sitting on the sofa and pulling out my phone.

I’m scrolling through my timeline when she enters the room, and she’s literally wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt. She’s wearing the most and the least clothes I’ve ever seen her wear around the house so far. Most because the t-shirt goes from barely above her tits all the way down to below her ass, and it’s probably the first time she’s ever covered her stomach while around the house. Least because while although it covers most of her, it’s still apparent that it’s the only article of clothing she’s decided to wear today. “Do you know where the remote is?” she wondered softly, yawning and stretching her arms up, pulling the fabric up with her movement and I’m trying not to pay attention to the way it inches up her skin and I can see those gorgeous curves, so I focus on her face but she’s got her mouth formed in that perfect open O and I think I’m getting a hard on again when I shake my head, try to swallow down my emotions, watch as she raises her eyebrows, staring at me.

“I don’t remember,” I replied.

“Maybe I should look for it,” she thought aloud, walking over to me and I’m about to move but she shakes her head. “You’re fine just where you are.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” I decided, trying to keep eye contact with my phone screen as she bent down right beside me, sticking her hand in between the couch cushions and sticking her ass right in the air, not the slightest look of concern on her face as the fabric shifted up and exposed her entire bum. She only bent down even lower, and my eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the sight before she stood back up again, fabric of the baggy t-shirt falling down to cover her skin again as she clutched the television remote in her hand.

“Found it,” she smiled, spinning around and turning on the television before sauntering off into the kitchen. She makes a cup of coffee and then sits on the couch next to me, a little distance away, and I’m still scrolling through my phone but I notice the way her shirt sags down and I’m trying to calculate how long it’s going to be before the fabric moves down even further when she sighs, downing the cup of coffee and clicking off the television.

“What are you doing today?” she wondered.

“Going to the studio,” I responded nonchalantly, keeping my eyes glued to my phone.

“Ah, are you going to be busy?” she inquired.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“You must be working,” she murmured. “Drumming, right?”

“That’s what I do,” I verified.

“I love watching drummers,” y/n sighed. “They’re just so good at pounding on those drums. They do it so fast and hard, you know?”

“I guess…” my voice trailed off, my mind slowly wandering off at her words.

“Fast and hard,” she repeated slowly, letting out a low hum. “Tell me Josh, do you get all sweaty after a show? So hot and exhausted after a big performance? Absolutely worn out and spent?”

“Kind of,” I grew uncomfortable with her questions, slowly staring to be suspicious of these suggestive drumming metaphors.

“I see,” she drew out the words slowly. “Well, have fun in the studio with your friend Tyler.”

“Will do,” I replied uncomfortably. However, when I arrived at the studio, I didn’t have much fun at all. In fact, I could not get y/n out of my mind. Her voice, her words, her body, everything about her, it was just spinning around in my brain and I couldn’t concentrate. Hours passed, her words still stuck in my mind, and it was already late when Tyler decided to finally say something.

“You okay?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look like it,” he frowned, pulling his hands away from the keyboard and walking over to where I was sitting by the drum kit. “Dude, you haven’t been able to play a single rhythm correctly all day. That’s not like you. What’s up?”

“I don’t know,” I looked down, nervously twirling the drumsticks in my hands. “I just uh, I kind of have someone on my mind.”

“Me?” he gave a sly smile.

“No,” I laughed, but it quickly faded away. “Uh, it’s this girl.”

“A girl?” he raised his eyebrows. “Sick!”

“Not sick,” I shook my head. “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Tyler reassured. “It means you’re head over heels.”

“I’m not sure I want to be though,” I sighed.

“Why? Is she a stripper or something?” he joked.

“To be completely honest, I wouldn’t be surprised,” I admitted. “Especially with the kinds of clothes she wears.”

“Woah! Who’s this girl you’re talking about?” he asked.

“Just my roommate,” I shrugged. “She’s a total flirt though, and she rubs it in all the time. She’s smoking hot, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Last night uh…” I decide not to tell him, rather, let my voice drift off.

“You should make a move then,” Tyler nudged my foot.

“She usually does,” I explained. “But she’s super confusing.”

“How so?” he wondered.

“She just says stuff and then does stuff and then acts like it never happened,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know what to think of it.”

“What kind of stuff?” he inquired, but I just took a deep breath.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“It’s okay,” Tyler reassured. “Just uh, if you ever need to talk to someone, I’m here. Got it?”

“Yeah,” I gave a half smile.

“Now come on,” he laughed. “Let’s not get some silly girl get in the way of your legendary drum skills.”

When I’m driving home, I’m thinking about what Tyler said. How he told me I should make the first move. How he told me I shouldn’t let her get in the way. She’s just some silly girl, right? However, some silly girl would be the last thing I would ever use to describe what I found when I entered the apartment that night. As soon as I entered, I heard a collections of soft moans, and I was about to head right back out the door, well, that was, until I heard my own name. “Joshua?” she whispered, the way her voice echoed throughout the walls making me shiver, how she said my name making me bite my lip, the pronunciation so soft and sweet I was already getting heated. “Baby, is that you?”

“Y/n?” I decided against opening up the door and instead turning around, watching as she appeared in the doorway that led to the bedrooms, naked head to toe. My eyes grew wide and my clothes felt restricting, and so I took a deep breath, examining every inch of her skin. I had never seen her this exposed in all my life. She smirked at my reaction, leaning against the wall, tracing her fingers from her thigh up to her side deliberately slow.

“It’s growing a little hot in here, don’t you think?” she murmured, eyes staring into mine.

“D-do you want me to um, to turn down the thermostat?” I wondered, gaze still fixed on her body. Fuck she looked so good. I tugged at my shirt collar, swallowing uncomfortably as she began walking towards me, that gorgeous body coming closer and closer.

“No, don’t go out of your way to do that,” she shook her head. Y/n reached forward to touch the fabric of my shirt, running a hand down my chest before stopping at the last button of my shirt, unbuttoning the fabric carefully. I inhaled a sharp breath, watching cautiously as she made her way higher, and naturally, my hands came to rest on her hips, gaining a soft grip on her sides, my thumbs brushing against the skin of her stomach lightly. She was so beautiful.

“What are you doing?” I wondered aloud.

“Helping you,” she mumbled, eyes flickering up to meet mine for a split second before unbuttoning my entire shirt, slipping it off of my body and then lightly grazing the skin of my chest with her fingernails, dragging them down from my pecs to my abs and even lower, resting on the waistband of my shorts for only a fragment of a second before she stepped back. “Anyways, I have something I need to finish. Goodnight, Josh.”

“G-goodnight,” I responded, extremely confused as she turned around, her bare ass swaying side to side as she walked back to the bedroom, shutting and locking the door, only several moments passing before I heard a creak of the dip in the mattress, and then the collection of soft moans and sighs continued. I shook my head, trying to get her out of my mind as I traveled through the kitchen in attempts to find a small snack. Whatever the fuck had been going on these past few days was crazy.

That’s when I heard the noises get louder and I can’t take it anymore. I start to think maybe there’s someone in there with her. Was she banging some other dude? I was about to knock on the door when I realize I shouldn’t. Why should I even care? It’s not like we’re dating or anything. We’re just roommates. Hell, she could have a boyfriend for all I know, a husband even. Honestly, as mysterious as y/n sometimes was, I wouldn’t be surprised. We were just roommates, right? I heard her let out a loud moan again and my breath got caught in my throat and I just couldn’t help it. I found myself tiptoeing down the hall to her room, my breathing shallow, my ear pressed against the door- what the hell am I doing? I backed away quickly in realization when her breathy gasps come to a stop and she calls out my name again. “Josh?” she murmured. “Is that you?” I could practically envision the smirk on her face by now.

“Yeah,” I responded sheepishly. “You alone in there?”

“Sadly,” she sighed. “Unless you’d like to join me.”

“I um…” I shut my eyes tight. No, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was very wrong. I shouldn’t even be contemplating her offer. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on,” she tempted, and I could only imagine what she was doing behind that locked door. “Just the two of us. We don’t even have to tell anyone. Not even Tyler.”

“Y/n-” I raised my voice, the thought of her even thinking about Tyler making me angry. He was my friend and my band mate. She wasn’t even supposed to know his name, much less talk about him in this kind of situation. I could feel the redness of my cheeks increase as she let out a soft gasp.

“I know you want to,” she whispered and I shook my head, taking a step back from the door.

“I shouldn’t,” I argued. “I uh, I think I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Sleep…” she drew out the word nice and slow. “Right.”

“Yeah,” I stated more forcefully.

“Sweet dreams,” she dismissed me, and I took another step away from the door, reevaluating my decision before finally just leaving. When I’m underneath the sheets though, I can’t stop thinking about her. She was probably touching herself behind that locked door, the way she was moaning and sighing and gasping, how she said my name, how she fucking invited me to join her… I had to stop thinking about her so much. It was unhealthy. She was just some silly girl, like Tyler said. Nothing more and nothing less.

When I wake up though, I’m covered in sweat, overheated, suffocating in blankets. It was just a dream. One hell of a dream though. I still remember every moment, every dirty detail, every single movement of her body against mine. I shudder underneath my sheets, throwing them off of me and trying to get that dream out of my head. I’m imagining everything all over again, how I was fucking her in my sleep, her gorgeous body underneath mine. I shook my head, forced myself to get her out of my mind, wiped the sweat off of my forehead and grabbed my clothes. It was super late. I must’ve slept through my alarm. I checked my phone and realized Tyler had been trying to get ahold of me all day. I groaned before calling him back, sleepily walking through the house to the bathroom. There were several rings before he finally picked up. “Hey Josh, you okay?” he wondered. “I called you like a gazillion times!”

“You called me eighteen times,” I narrowed my eyes. “And yeah, I’m fine. I just uh, slept in I guess.”

“Okay,” Tyler sighed. “Is it fine if I stop by? I’ve got some tacos and song ideas.”

“Two of the best things in the world,” I laughed. “Yeah, give me half an hour? I’ve got to take a shower.”

“Yeah no problem,” Tyler reassured. He hung up and I took a deep breath, starting up the water and stripping down, tossing my clothes on the bathroom counter, sliding the shower curtain past and getting underneath the downpour, closing my eyes and tilting my head up, humming softly. Maybe this is what I needed, just some alone time, something to clear my head. I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging softly, the water rushing past my body and my mind began to become tempted with thoughts of her again. Flashbacks of my dream flashed through my mind, her little gasps and moans all because of me, my hands all over her body, being able to have her so close. I can’t help but slip one of my hands down my chest, lower, and lower, letting out a low moan. I’m so lost in what I’m doing I don’t even realize the door creak open, or the footsteps and rustle of clothing being shed, or the shower curtain be pushed to the side. It was far too late by the time I opened my eyes, alert and startled by the arms wrapping around my waist and the lips by my ear.

“Let me take care of that, baby,” the familiar voice whispered, turning me around to face her, both of us naked and alone together in the shower, and I’m starting to wonder how the fuck she even got here when she pulls me close, kissing my lips and I melt into her touch.

“God I’ve wanted that for so long,” I murmured against her neck, working my lips down her skin. Y/n’s running her hands down my chest, and I’m holding her in my arms, touching her all over, listening to those beautiful sounds escaping her mouth.

“Oh Josh,” she gasped my name as I moved my lips lower and her fingernails dug into my shoulder blades just right, making a small smile tug at the sides of my lips. I’m kissing her over and over and over again, trying to get all of her all at once, and I can barely understand how I’ve managed to go so long without this. She feels so damn good I can hardly believe it.

“Please tell me this isn’t another dream,” I mumbled, brushing her hair out of her face and staring into those gorgeous eyes. The steam of the shower created little droplets of water on her eyelashes and her body was pressed up so close to mine and her lips were so soft and sweet and everything about her was too much all at once and I loved it. “Another dream?” she raised an eyebrow with a sly smile.

“Long story,” I rolled my eyes, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Just answer the question, babe.”

“It’s not a dream,” y/n replied, cupping my cheek with her hand and capturing me in another kiss. “You left the door open.”

“So this is real?” I smirked, unable to get my eyes off of her.

“Very real,” she answered slowly. “Although I’m afraid it might be time for me to go.”

“Don’t leave-” I grabbed her hips as she tried to take a step back but she shook her head and I let my hands fall to my hips, tilting my head slightly in confusion as she sighed, tugging back the shower curtain and stepping out, my head peeking into the bathroom and watching carefully as she wrapped a towel around her body.

“Someone’s at the door,” she explained. She flickered her gaze to my waist back up to my eyes and grinned. “You might want to get ready for company soon.”

“Shit,” I tried to catch my breath. “Look, you’ve got to put on some clothes or something. You can’t open the door for Tyler in a towel like that.”

“Tyler, is that who it is? Hmm?” she raised her eyebrows. I swallowed uncomfortably at how she stated his name and I caught a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Interesting.”

“Y/n really,” I argued. “I’ll get dressed real quick and open the door, you go uh… go.”

“Go where?” she inquired innocently. “Why can’t I greet our special guest?”

“Just, um, fuck…” I ran a hand through my hair, realizing the shower was still running and I was still naked and she was still standing there and Tyler was still knocking on the door. “You know what, just forget it. I’ll deal with it.”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, strutting out of the bathroom and not caring to close the door, leaving me there to absorb all that had happened and somehow screw my head back on the right way, scrambling to put on my clothes and dry myself off mostly before racing to the door to open it up for Tyler. I was probably hallucinating. There’s no way that just happened. Instead, I shake those silly thoughts out of my head and open the door, Tyler’s contagious smile getting the best of me.

“There he is!” Tyler laughed, greeting me with a hug. “Ugh, man, you’re still all wet from your shower.”

“I’m sure he is,” a soft voice chuckled suggestively. This made Tyler push back the door even more, craning his neck and eyes widening at the sight of y/n. I looked back and ended up widening my eyes too when I saw what she was wearing. She was dead ass standing in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but dark crimson red lingerie barely stretching over her body, lipstick to match perfectly, hair cascading down her shoulders, devilish grin and a naughty look in her eye.

“So she must be the stripper,” Tyler whispered in my ear jokingly.

“Shut up dude,” I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling my cheeks turn red. What the hell would possess her to wear such a thing with company over?

“Well don’t just stand in the doorway,” she sighed. “Why don’t you take a seat, Tyler?”

“I don’t mind if I do,” he smiled smugly, marching in and sitting down on the sofa comfortably, bag of Taco Bell in his hand, notebook in the other. “Who must this um, lovely lady might be?” I could catch the sarcasm in his voice, but obviously, y/n did not. Hell, she probably thought he was egging her on. In a strange twisted way, I guess he was.

“Y/n,” she introduced. “And you must be Tyler I assume.”

“Oh, so you’ve heard about me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Did Josh over here talk me up real nice for you?”

“He gave me a very loooong talk,” she nodded, stretching out a particular choice of words. “Made sure to tell me all about your biiiiig reputation.”

“Did he now?” Tyler wondered, acting even more curious.

“Yeah, yeah, I did,” I quickly dismissed her constant teasing. “Uh, how about you get us some napkins and plates for our tacos?”

“Dude,” Tyler scowled, jabbing me playfully in the arm. “Since when do we eat like civilized folk? It’s called fast food for a reason. You eat it with your hands! They’re tacos!”

“I guess,” I shrugged, closing the door and walking over to where Tyler was sitting on the couch, now opening up his bag.

“I’m sure he’s just a bit flustered,” y/n reassured, and I tensed up when I felt her hands gently massage my shoulders, working her way down my back, hot breath on my neck. “Aren’t you, Josh?”

“Y-yeah,” I stammered out. “Um, you know what Ty? Can y/n and I talk for a little bit, one on one? I’ll meet you back out here? There’s just a little thing we have to finish up.”

“Last I recalled it wasn’t little at all,” y/n smirked, eyes flickering down to the waistband of my jeans before staring back up at me.

“Stop it,” I glared at her. “Uh, is that okay?”

“Yeah Ty…” she added teasingly. I cringed at her use of the nickname. “Is that okay, sweetie?”

“Sure thing,” Tyler grinned. “You two go at it. Just don’t take too long. You might not have any tacos left waiting for you, Josh.”

“Uh huh,” I responded hurriedly, motioning for y/n to come follow me into my room. I push her in and then shut the door, clenching my fists and trying to find the right words to say, but I can’t, so I let it out all at once. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Huh?”

“What do you mean?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you try to pull that innocent bullshit on me,” I narrowed my eyes. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I really don’t,” she sighed, giving me an annoyed glare, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Really?” I challenged. “You just come strutting out of the hallway wearing this lingerie and smooth talking my best friend? Calling him sweetie and all that?”

“Why? Are you jealous?” she smirked.

“What?” I turned red right away. “No!”

“I think you are,” she giggled softly. Y/n got up off of the bed, slowly walking towards me, spinning me around and pressing a light kiss to my lips and lingering a second before pulling away, staring me right in the eyes. “You’re just angry because Tyler probably wants to fuck me too.”

“Hey!” I instantly got heated, eyes ablaze with anger. “He has a wife!”

“Oh, and I bet she’d want to fuck me just as bad,” she gave a sly smile. “What’s her name again? Jenna?”

“That’s it!” I clenched my jaw, pinning her up against the door, my anger getting the best of me. My hands were pressing her shoulders up against the wood, fury in my eyes, and I expected her to gasp or be frightened or something, anything, but instead she just rolled her eyes.

“You must think you’re trying to scare me,” she sighed. “But damn, you’re only making yourself sexier, Joshua. Showing me how dominant you can be, letting your emotions seize you, pushing me up against the door like this. Hmm?”

“That’s enough,” I muttered, frustrated, letting go of her and trying to ignore her small chuckle.

“Uh, hey guys,” Tyler knocked on the door. “Everything okay in there?”

“I don’t know,” y/n gave me a playful look. “Maybe you should ask Josh. He’s getting a little handsy lately.”

“Um okay…” Tyler responded. I glared at her before opening up the door, coming face to face with a very confused Tyler, and I could practically envision the smug expression of y/n following behind me.

“You know what, maybe we should head to the studio,” I suggested.

“What?” Tyler frowned. “I just got here. You haven’t eaten your taco yet!”

“I can eat the taco at the studio,” I grumbled. “I think I just need to get away from distractions.”

“Distractions?” y/n inquired behind me, and sure enough, when I turned around, there she was, snapping the strap of her bra and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes,” I answered, frustrated beyond belief. “Hey, let’s go talk outside.”

“Me?” she smirked.

“No,” I narrowed my eyes, tugging on Tyler’s sleeve. “Come on, I have to tell you something, one on one.”

“O-okay,” Tyler stammered, confused. I dragged him out the apartment door and closed it, pulling him farther down the hallway just to make sure she wasn’t listening.

“Did you see that?” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Did you see her?”

“See her?” Tyler burst out laughing. “Trust me bro, I saw a whole lot more of her than I ever needed to. Dang, she’s a looker.”

“That’s one way to put it,” I sighed. “Geez, what do I do?”

“Well first off, does she wear that kind of stuff all the time?” he wondered. “Or was that just because she knew I was coming over?”

“Ty stop it,” I shook my head. “Seriously.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Look, I just don’t know how to handle that kind of stuff Josh. I mean, if you want to go for her, sure, why not. But if she’s just going to keep teasing you like that, maybe you should tell her.”

“Tell her what?” I whined. “I’ve tried everything. It’s come to the point where I’m thinking about her, dreaming about her, hallucinating about her!” “Woah… hallucinating?” he widened his eyes.

“I don’t know,” I closed my eyes tight. “She’s like a curse or something. I mean, I love her, or at least uh, I think I do. I um, I don’t really know. But I want her so bad.”

“I think you should go for it, buddy,” he shrugged. “I mean, definitely not my type, but you should give her a try. Just tell her how you feel.”

“You know I’ve never been good with talking about this kind of stuff,” I narrowed my eyes. “I can barely even move when I’m around her!”

“I can’t help you with that one,” he sighed. “Look if you-”

There was a creak of a door and Tyler and I both whipped our heads back, and sure enough, she was standing there, staring at us, stupid sly smile on her lips. “You boys behaving out here?” she inquired.

“Dammit,” I whispered. “Uh, Tyler, I think it’s best you leave. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he reassured. “Hey, good luck.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it,” I muttered.

“Enjoy your taco!” Tyler gave a light smile, tucking his notebook under his arm, and giving a wave before heading down the hallway.

As soon as I got back inside the apartment and the door’s shut, I’m blowing up on her. “What the fuck was that about?” I roared. “Seriously? In front of my own best friend, y/n? You think that’s amusing enough for you? Huh?”

“You’re sexy when you’re angry,” she flickered her eyes up to meet mine.

“Answer the question!” I balled my hands up into fists at my sides, anger boiling up inside of me.

“What? You’re mad?” she frowned. “At me, baby? What did I do?”

“Oh,” I laughed darkly. “You know exactly what you did, babe.”

“Mmm,” she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, biting the bottom of her lip. I watched, my gaze never leaving her face as she let out a soft moan. “I love it when you call me that. Do it again. Call me babe.”

“That’s enough!” I finally shouted, closing the gap between us and latching my lips onto hers, pressing her body close to me and enveloping her in a kiss. “Fuck. Oh shit. Damn.” I’m a cursing mess with her in my arms, my lips trailing down her skin, kissing her jaw, her lips, her neck, everywhere.

“Such dirty words,” she chuckled softly as I kissed her harder, my shirt somehow leaving my chest in the process and her legs somehow wrapping around my waist as I pressed her against the door. “How come you don’t cuss in front of Tyler like that, hmm? You act like a good boy? Pretend to be all innocent?”

“Shhh,” I tried to hush her, placing my lips on hers, but as soon as I pulled away, she still had that naughty look in her eyes.

“I know you were jealous earlier,” she murmured. “I thought maybe I’d finally get to you.”

“Well you did,” I replied shakily, absorbing all of the moment, realizing this was real. She was in my arms and her taste was on my lips and she was here, right now, all mine. “Because I can’t take this anymore, y/n. I need you.”

“Prove it then,” she decided, staring into my eyes. “Fuck me, Josh. Fuck me fast and hard.”

“Oh god,” I murmured, leaning in for her lips once again and carrying her off to the bedroom, my bedroom. I laid her down on the mattress, climbing on top of her, tugging down the lace lingerie and unclasping it from the back, tossing it to the side and sucking at her breasts, massaging one in my hand and teasing her other with my mouth, swirling my tongue around, teasing her.

“Mmmm I knew you would be good at this,” she hummed, tossing her head back into the pillows when I grazed my teeth against one of her nipples. “Just like that, baby. Leave hickeys all over.”

“Fuck,” I gasped, alternating to the next, listening to all the pretty sounds she was making for me. “You’re such a noisy little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Slut, hmm?” she chuckled, and I glanced up at her, afraid I had gone too far.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to-” I began to say sorry but she just rolled her eyes, pulling my head up to hers and kissing me softly, brushing a strand of my hair away from my forehead and tugging my ear close to her mouth.

“Don’t apologize,” she whispered. “I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”

“Yeah?” I swallowed uncomfortably, eyeing her carefully.

“That’s right,” she nodded slowly. “I’m such a noisy little slut, all for you, just for you.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, staring into her eyes before pulling her in for another kiss, trailing my lips down her body and inching down the last bits of lace until they’re down to her ankles, making sure to leave kisses all the way down her legs. I press my lips to her hips, her thighs, her knees, her shins, all the way down to her feet, tossing the fabric off before making my way up her legs again, placing my hands on her thighs and pushing them to the sides slowly, flickering my eyes up to meet her before looking back down between her legs and smirking at the sight. “You’re dripping wet for me baby, gosh. Look at that beautiful tight little cunt. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. I can only imagine the sounds you’ll make then. Dammit y/n…”

“I’m all yours,” she reminded, biting down on her lower lip.

“You want me to fuck this pretty pussy, hmm?” I raised an eyebrow, rubbing her clit softly, watching in amusement as she gasped. “You like that?” I ran a finger down her slit, my hand covered in her juices, teasing her folds before slipping a finger inside her without warning.

“Oh fuck daddy,” she moaned loudly and I fixed my eyes on hers quickly, inhaling a sharp breath, paused. She closed her eyes, humming softly before opening them up again, grin appearing on her face when she realized what she had done. “What? You know I can’t control myself when I’m around you, baby.”

“Just surprising,” I admitted, starting to pump the finger in and out and watching her revert back to a mumbling mess of moans. “That’s right, baby. Make those beautiful noises for me.”

“Goddammit Joshua,” she muttered as I added another finger. “Please-”

“Please?” I chuckled. “You’re using manners all of a sudden, babygirl?”

“Fuck me,” she moaned out loudly. “Stop teasing.”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I’m having fun here, watching you like this, a mess, absolutely helpless. Just look at this, you’re soaked. God I can’t wait to get inside you.”

“Then do it,” she insisted. “I want to cum with you inside me.”

“Anything you say baby,” I complied, letting my fingers linger a bit before drawing them out, sucking on them and watching her stare at me in a daze.

“That’s so fucking hot…” her voice trailed off, eyes still fixed on me as I drew my fingers from my mouth, giving a sly smile before climbing on top of her again. Her hands were at my sides unzipping my jeans and tugging them down, smirking at the sight of my complete hard on, groping me through the fabric before tugging those down as well, trailing kisses from my jaw down to my chest before whispering two words. “Fuck me.”

That’s all it took before I was sliding into her, both of us noisy as fuck, a mess of moans and collection of sighs. I’ve waited so long for this and I can tell she has been too, because we’re both clinging onto each other, her fingernails digging into my skin, my hands a tight grip on her hips, thrusting relentlessly, quickening the pace with no control. She’s moaning into my shoulder and we’re both so desperate for this feeling it’s like our bodies don’t have a limit. I’m pounding her into the mattress at this point, both of us trying to get as much as we can as fast as possible, drowning in this feeling, and it’s not long before we’re both riding out our orgasms, moaning out each other’s names. She’s clawing at my back and I’m holding her body so close to mine, both of us just an assortment of gasps and moans, drowning in this feeling, in this moment. We lay there in silence for several seconds before I finally dare to speak.

“I’ve been waiting literally forever to do that,” I whispered, lying beside her in the bed, staring into her eyes, sliding the palm of my hand across her body gently, from her shoulders to her sides to her hips, pulling her close.

“You were the one waiting,” she chuckled. “Sure.”

“Is that what all that was about?” I narrowed my eyes. “The constant teasing, the barely wearing any clothing, the suggestive comments?”

“Maybe…” she admitted shyly. “I mean, I just wanted you to notice me.”

“Notice you?” I burst out laughing and her face turned red.

“Yeah,” she confessed.

“You didn’t have to tease me all the time,” I sighed. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to act like you were blind either,” she muttered.

“Blind?” I widened my eyes. “Y/n, are you kidding me? I could’ve spotted you from a mile away with that sexy body of yours.”

There’s a pause. “You really think I’m sexy?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely,” I reassured. “You're quite the temptation.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself, drummer boy,” she added.

There’s another moment of silence that passes. “Hey, I know this is sort of past due, but uh… would you ever be interested in coming to one of our shows sometime?” I inquired. “Me and Ty?”

“Do you play fast and hard?” she smirked.

“Always,” I gave her a knowing look. “I mean, you should know.”

“Then you can bet my ass I’ll be there,” she grinned. “I’d never pass up an opportunity to see that.”

[theres-a-fine-line-fic]

Nutella

So, this is my first attempt at a standalone smut, so hopefully it’s okay! Let me know what you think! _______________________________________

You sighed as you left work, waving goodbye to your colleagues. Thank God it was the weekend and you wouldn’t be due back in again until Monday. You climbed into your car and sat with your head against the steering wheel. It had been a long week for you, with your boss being more of an asshole than usual and deadlines upon deadlines stacking up against you and any plans for a social life, or even just half an hour of peace without anything work related rudely entering your mind.

You were pulled out of your thought as your phone began to vibrate on the passenger seat next to you. It was your boyfriend of several years. Josh had finally gotten a break from touring, even if only for a couple of weeks, and for that, you were grateful.

“Hi Josh, is everything okay?”

“Hi baby, everything is great, I’ve just got back from hanging out with Jesse and Ashley. Just wondering if you’re hungry?”

You’d already eaten dinner, one of the admin guys had just turned 30 so they had ordered in pizza for the whole office. You’d maybe had a slice or two more than you intended, but fuck it! You had earned it from all the hard work you had been putting in!

“Hmm, I’m not hungry for dinner, but there should be stuff in the house for us to make sundaes if that’s okay?”

Josh quickly agreed, stating that everything would be ready for you coming home. Josh did sound pretty excited on the phone, although you weren’t sure if that was because you were coming home, or because Josh had an excuse to eat ice cream for dinner. Possibly the latter.

The message tone rang out whilst you were driving home, tempting you to check the screen, but you persevered until you had pulled up outside of the house you both shared.

~ The door is open baby, meet me in the kitchen

You grabbed your handbag, locking the Audi and making your way to the front door. Pushing open the front door, you were greeted by the sounds of soft romantic music coming from the kitchen. The kitchen door was closed, but you could see a dim glow coming from under the door. You quickly removed your coat, kicked off your high heeled pumps and dropped your bag in the living room.

When you opened the kitchen door, you were not greeted by the view you were expecting. Instead of Josh sitting by the kitchen table, with two bowls of ice cream, the view was something far different. Stood in front of you, Josh was wearing nothing but a pair of low slung boxers, a tiny apron and a chef’s hat. Displayed on the counter tops behind him were a variety of condiments and sprinkles, including your favourites: maraschino cherries and Nutella.

“Instead of making a sundae, I thought maybe you’d like something else for dessert?” Josh stepped towards you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss, which quickly turned to a full blown make out session.

Just as you began feeling dizzy from the lack of air, Josh moved away from your lips, trailing kisses and little nips down your neck and along your collarbone. You moaned a little at the sensation.

You felt something cold against your skin. Looking down, you watched Josh spray a small line of whipped cream from a can down the opening of your shirt, stopping just at the swell of your breasts, before licking it off of your body, watching you intently.

He slowly unbuttoned your work shirt, sliding it down your shoulders before removing your bra. Josh pinched your nipples just the way you liked it, you could feel him pressing against your hip. Clearly he was enjoying this as much as you were.

“Wait here, I want to try something.” Josh disappeared quickly into the living room while your eyes were trained on his ass. You’d spent many a hometown gig, hiding in the wings at the side of the stage watching that ass as he drummed on top of the crowds.

When Joshua entered the kitchen again, you noticed the black tie in his hands. Your stomach flipped a little. You and Josh had discussed (at length over text and skype) trying being blindfolded, and maybe even having your hands tied behind your back, but you hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

“Trust me?” Josh asked, checking you were comfortable. You nodded quickly as you began to feel excited. He tied the tie around the back of your head, covering your eyes, before continuing to play with your breasts. At first, you could feel Josh’s skilled hands and fingers teasing, pinching and squeezing gently. Then you could only feel one hand on your left breast, still teasing.

“Do you want some ice cream?” You opened your mouth expecting to be spoon fed by Josh.

You were startled as a cold, wet mouth latched itself onto your breast, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You could feel the excitement pooling between your legs, squeezing your thighs together in the hopes of a little friction.

Josh took a large spoonful of ice cream, feeding it to you, before feeding himself another and working on your other breast, giving it just as much attention.

Just when you were excited enough by the attention Josh was lavishing on you, his mouth began to move down your body, trailing kisses down your stomach. He paused to unzip and remove your skirt.

“I’m so lucky you’re mine,” Josh sighed. He had always been a fan of your legs, whether it be in short skirts, a spare pair of his shorts or just when his face was pressed between them.

He slid his hands into the waistband of your tights. You expected him to peel them down slowly to tease you, just like he usually would. It was obvious Josh would be full of surprises tonight as he gave them a quick yank. You could feel ladders beginning to form in the tights. He pressed one hand against your stomach, holding you still as you began to squirm a little, the other hand bundled up in your tights as he tugged hard against them ripping them down the left side.

Josh’s teeth nipped at your right hip as he grabbed at the remaining tights with his teeth pulling them away and tearing them fully from your body.

You heard a little fumbling, causing you to lift the makeshift blindfold and peek a little. Josh was stood by the counter, can of whipped cream in one hand and a jar of Nutella in the other. He turned around, catching you red handed. He gave you a look which was intended to be firm, but you could tell by the smirk on his face that he was amused by your actions. He took a few steps forward, laying the sweet condiments he held on the countertop next to you.

“No peeking or you get punished. Turn around and move the tie back down.” You complied with Josh’s request, turning around to face the kitchen cupboards and pulling his tie down to once again cover your eyes. You could feel Josh step behind you, his breath on the back of your neck, slowly running his hands up and down your sides-

A sharp stinging sensation swept across your ass. He had just spanked you! His palm rubbed softly against the sore spot, before slapping down firmly once again.

You had to admit you were enjoying this more than you had expected. Josh turned you around again, so you would be facing him. You heard him chuckle a little as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear, ripping them off of you as well. He began to kiss from your mid calf to the inside of your thighs, stopping just before you could get too excited.

You could feel a sticky substance (which you could only assume was the chocolate-hazelnut spread) being smeared up the inside of your thighs before Josh’s tongue slid up slowly. He teased you with his tongue, peppering little bites along the way. Once one thigh had been licked bare again, he moved to the other side, mirroring his movements. He moved away again shortly after, for just a few moments before you heard him again.

“This ice cream is delicious, do you want more?”

Before you could answer, you felt a cold wet kiss directly on your core. You gasped as Josh’s tongue darted out, flicking against your already swollen clit. The ice cold sensation on your heated core, along with Josh’s previous teasing had you almost tipped on the edge already.

You moved one hand to the back of Josh’s head, tangled in his hair holding him firmly against you as he licked and sucked. Your other hand pulled the makeshift blindfold off, you didn’t want to miss this view. You looked down, Josh was happily buried between your legs, pulling away to smile at you quickly, before re-attaching himself, and slipping a finger in between your folds to pump slowly.

You began to grind a little against Josh, only encouraging him as he slipped a second finger inside you and began to pump a little faster.

It didn’t take long before you were seeing stars. Josh pulled away, wiping his mouth and kissing his way back up your body, your legs shaking a little in the aftermath.

“You taste even better than ice cream baby.”

Josh spoon-fed you another mouthful of ice cream, which was now melting in the tub, before launching his lips back on your own. You still held the tie in your hand, and you were about to put it to good use.

“Now it’s your turn.” You pushed Josh away a small distance, maybe just a few inches, before wrapping his tie around his wrists, making sure it wouldn’t hurt him, but would hold tight. You pushed him back until he was sat on the island table in the centre of your cosy kitchen. Giving him one final push, Josh fell back until he was lying fully on the table, with his arms above his head, and his legs dangling off of the edge of the table.

You moved over to the side counters looking at the assortment of toppings before deciding on a few. You took a large spoonful of Nutella, dolloping it directly onto Josh’s smooth chest, spreading it out.

Next, you picked up a bottle of sprinkles, shaking them over the chocolate-hazelnut mess you had made. Finally, you finished off your masterpiece with a little of the whipped cream and a few cherries.

You could see that Josh was beginning to get impatient, straining a little against the tie restraint. You giggled a little, picking up Josh’s phone from the side and snapping the perfect picture. Just a little reminder for later.

You dipped your face down to meet Josh’s lips, kissing him hard before moving back over his chest. You licked wide strips down Josh’s chest, stopping just before the waistband of his boxers. This continued until all the Nutella had been removed. You wanted to tease him just as much as Josh had teased you.

“Baby please, enough teasing!” Josh had lifted his head just enough to see you, grinning at him, your face only inches away from where he wanted you to be.

“I don’t think so… if you keep moaning, maybe I’ll blindfold you as well! Or just tie you up and leave you here?” You smirked as you heard his slight whine in response to you.

You slipped your hands up his thighs, sliding just under his boxers and dragging your nails back down, scratching a little and never quite touching exactly where he wanted you to touch.

You took a mouthful of the peppermint chip ice cream, which had so far remained untouched, swirling it around your mouth until you were sure that your mouth would be chilled enough to give the desired effect.

You slowly pulled Josh’s boxers all the way down his legs, before dropping them to the floor. Pre-cum glazed the tip of his cock, as you leaned towards it and started to suck gently, approving moans slipping from Josh’s open mouth as you began swirling your tongue around gently.

Josh’s fingers ran through your hair, tugging a little harder as you began to take him deeper and deeper, inching your way to base of his cock.

You moved away for the briefest of moments to grab the small packet on the side counter and a clean tea towel, causing Josh to groan at the lack of contact.

“Hold on. It’s my turn to try something new now.” You demanded, you knew Josh liked it when you took charge. You rolled the towel until you would be able to use it to your advantage. Moving round to the top of the table where Josh’s head rested, you motioned for him to lift his head. As he complied, you laid the towel over his eyes, knotting it at the side of his head, allowing him to rest his head comfortably back on the kitchen table.

You moved back down until you were between Josh’s legs once more, trailing your fingertips slowly towards his enlarged cock. You lifted the small packet from earlier, emptying about half of the contents into your mouth before continuing to suck gently.

“Oh my God! Is that… pop rocks?” Josh moaned, recognising the slight popping sensation. “It’s different… not bad though!”

After a couple of minutes, you then shifted your focus a little bit more on your techniques rather than the theatrics, meaning it wasn’t long before Josh was like putty in your hands, moaning your name and bucking his hips.

“If you move your hips once more, I swear I’ll give you a reason to move them!” You tried to sound domineering, though the slight snicker from Josh proved otherwise.

“Yeah, like you would!” He scoffed back. You slapped your palm down hard against the side of his thigh, the stinging sensation moving across your hand as you made contact with his bare skin.

“Try me?” You smirked back, knowing you had the upper hand again. Josh tried to wiggle his hands out of the tie still wrapped around his wrists. You used the moment of distraction to your advantage and took Josh’s member fully into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you sheathed your teeth with your lips, and began sucking harder, moaning a little enjoying the effect you had on Josh.

You could feel his legs clench a little around your waist, still dangling off the end of the kitchen table, knowing Josh was edging closer to his climax, you upped your game a little.

You pulled away, grabbing Josh’s hands and pulling him towards you until he was stood upright again, removing his blindfold so he could see you sink down to your knees again and finish him off, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

His hands held you in place by the back of your head while you swallowed the salty liquid which came in thick spurts, making sure not to let a single drop fall from between your lips. Josh sat back upright on the table, stroking his fingers up the outside of your thighs and along your backside before resting at the curve of your spine.

“That was incredible baby. Have you been planning to do that all day?” You giggled, nodding your head in agreement.

“At least in the car on the way home. Once the idea popped into my head, it was hard to get rid of it.” Josh took a spoon of the, now fully melted, ice cream and dribbled it onto your chest. He dipped his head, kitten licking at your chest, swirling his tongue around each nipple in turn, until they were once again stiffened peaks. Josh’s hand trailed back down towards your core, once again, a familiar slickness spreading between your thighs. Josh soon found the source of the wetness, his fingers parting your folds and playing with your clit.

Josh licked his lips, grinning at you, showing the perfect pointed teeth that you loved so much. “Did I really make you this wet baby girl? Did I do this to you?”

Josh slipped a finger inside of you, adding another soon after stretching you a little.

“How do you think you’d like it if I tied you up and fucked you hard against this table? Make it so your legs tremble and you can’t even walk? Make you see stars when I pound into you and make you scream my name?” Josh removed his fingers from you, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. He pushed you away a little, before walking past you, towards the front door.

Josh returned a few moments later, with your heels from earlier in his hand. “Can you put these on please? It’ll make the height difference a little easier.”

You followed Josh’s request, slipping on your heels on, allowing you to almost see eye to eye with Josh. He turned you around until you were facing away from him, feeling his member pressed hard against your backside.

Josh slipped the tie around your wrists, looping it around several times before tying it tight enough to make sure you can’t wriggle free. Josh pushed you forward gently until your chest was resting on the table, before surprising you with another firm smack to your backside.

Josh rubbed his erection against your core, teasing you, making sure you were even wetter than you had been all night. He rocked his hips back and forth, so, so achingly slow, pausing for just a second at your entrance, before continuing to tease you further.

“Josh… please just fuck me already-” You whined, the desperation in your voice catching you off guard and surprising even you. You noticed you were pushing back against Josh, even grinding a little, hoping he would give up the foreplay.

“Baby, the whole neighbourhood will know my full name by the time I’m finished with you.” Josh smirked, you could hear it in his husky voice. He didn’t wait for you to reply before he pushed into you, causing you moan loudly.

“That’s right baby, I want to hear your sweet moans fill this kitchen.” Josh again slapped his hand against your rear, before pushing into you up to the hilt, filling you completely. Josh began to build up a steady rhythm, working up to a fast pace.

You could feel the tops of your thighs hitting against the table every time Josh thrust into you. Josh’s hands were gripping your hips too, his fingertips squeezing tight against the mounds of skin. He was going to leave bruises on you by the morning for sure. Little reminders of the passion you had shared that night. It wasn’t long before you could feel your climax approaching for the second time tonight.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good squeezing around me. I’m almost there baby, just hold on a little longer.” You barely held it together long enough for Josh to finish as you came undone around him, your legs trembling underneath you in the aftermath, just as Josh had promised. He pulled out of you, scooping you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom you shared, before laying you on the bed.

“That was amazing, how long have you been planning that?” Josh shrugged in response to your question, climbing in besides you and wrapping his arms around you, before answering you.

“I get bored on tour and sometimes my mind wonders, y’know!”

“Well Joshua, can’t wait to see what else you’ve been thinking about on tour!” You smirked, cuddling closer to him as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Just wait until tomorrow baby…”

[bagelboye]

you ever regret the shit you create bc same

[kingofshadow2]

Tour town chick fil a (joshler smut fic)

Trigger warning : smut, public sex, kinky I guess.

as the boys were on tour, the stress was getting to them..

they had 2 days off, and they decided to go to the local chick fil in a random city.

there weren't many people in this chick fil a as there were 20 minutes left of the store being opening..

this chick fil a had a different design than other chick fil a's, as where they sitting was around the corner from the front registers, even though the store was basically a straight line.

There was a counter where on one side there was condiments and what not and on the other side was a lower sitting table.

Tyler noticed Josh got a mischievous look on his face.

"Josh what is on your mind?" he asks

josh said "hold on"

Josh then pushes his chair out and goes under the table..

"what the.." josh unbuttons Tyler's Jean's and begins to pump him.

"fuck Josh, not here, not now."

josh responds with a "I'll be quick" from there he began to embrace the sudden boner that popped up.

he took all of tyler inside him as he slowly slathered all over his member.

tyler got worried as he heard a worker come close to the area where they are.

"crap" they said to their self "I forgot the key."

they walked away. tyler started thanking a deity above.

he grabbed the edge of the table as he began to erupt like a volcano all into Josh's mouth.

afterwards josh buttoned him back up and sat back in the chair..

tyler just glared at him.

josh said "what? it was in the heat of the moment."

"that was a bit hot" tyler said

[spookyjoshdunimagines]

Medical Moment

You were sitting on the floor backstage while Josh and Tyler did a sound check for their show that night. You sat. Face resting in your hands, wide-eyed, smirking. You met up with him in Toronto while they were on their Trench tour. Josh was banging on the drums, bouncing up and down to the rhythm as his messy hair flipped around to the beat. He wiped the sweat off his face and got down from the platform, approaching you to crouch to your level and kiss you. You shut your eyes in peace. 

“How you feelin my favorite dude?” Josh touched the back of his palm to your forehead. 

“I’m okay. Just watching you. Being super in love and whatever.” You kissed him once more. 

“Don’t lie to me Y/N.”

“Okay, so I don’t feel super great. But I’ll be fine. I swear.” 

Josh bit his lip in distrust. 

“Hey.” You cupped his face in your hands. “I’ll be fine, Josh.” 

Tyler called out to Josh from the stage, “hey man, we gotta check stage B now, come here. Hey Y/N.” 

You waved. Josh turned around and jogged towards the stage. 

You grabbed your stomach, feeling nauseous and getting increasingly warmer. Josh turned around and saw you breathing slow. He looked at Tyler gave him a head nod towards your direction. Tyler nodded back. Josh was walking your way again. You straightened your back and brushed stray hairs away from your face. 

“Y/N. Alright, c’mon.” Josh led you back to the dressing rooms. “sit here.” He pointed to the poorly patterned couch. 

“I’m fine!” 

“No, dude. You’re not.” 

Josh walked over to the sink and got a cold washcloth, resting it on the back of your neck. He handed you a water bottle and told you to lie down for a moment. 

“Josh, go soundcheck- I’ll be fine.” 

Tyler walked into the room. 

“Tyler you don’t need to - “ you got cut off. 

“Y/N, Josh is right we need to figure out what’s going on.” 

“I think it’s just a cold or...” You stood up and rushed to the bathroom. Grabbing onto the toilet bowl you lurched yourself over it. Falling to your knees, feeling the cold porcelain on your skin.

Josh ran over, held back your hair and began to rub your back. You hated being the center of attention and now Tyler and Josh were both in the room watching you get rid of this morning’s coffee and breakfast. 

Not much longer after throwing up and sweating you began to get chills. Josh took off his sweatshirt revealing his glimmering abs. He pulled it over your head and brought you into his arms, your own limp at your side. 

“Tyler will you go tell the crew to give us a few more minutes.” 

“Sure thing bud.” 

You started crying. 

“You can’t start the show late, you have to go rehearse.” 

“Hey, Hey. Stop that. Okay? Yes, the fans are waiting for us outside and we are going to put on a great show, but what matters most to me is you and your health. That is my priority. When all this fades away and the lights are gone and the screams come to a halt, you’re the one who will be there. Okay? I’m your boyfriend. I take care of you and I love you, that’s kind of my thing.” 

You laughed at his last remark. 

You took a deep breath and agreed to some saltine crackers and a sprite. You took them backstage with you again as your stomach pain subsided for a few moments. You threw your hair up in a sloppy top knot and rolled Josh’s sweatshirt sleeves up your arms. The yellow light shone between the curtains. Josh turned around and winked at you “Smithereens babe, smithereens.”