#josh and I need this bath

[butterfliesandwendigos]

𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. BEFORE — Josh Washington

SUMMARY — a rekindled romance with Josh Washington leads to a night of pleasure and requited feelings for one another.

W/C — 6k.

NOTES — written in 2nd person POV, includes smut, smut, SMUT, lowkey a bit of fluff, considering writing a part two involving josh’s psycho prank reveal.

PART ONE | PART TWO

The tension in the room escalates as a heavy silence settles over the group, and the cold air reflects the unease on everyone’s faces. The atmosphere grows thick with unspoken words, and the other friends exchange worried glances, unsure how to intervene in Emily and Jessica’s argument.

Standing in the centre of the room, Josh senses the confrontation spiralling out of control. He takes a deep breath, determination flickering in his eyes as he steps forward, his voice attempting to cut through the mounting anxiety.

“Mike, why don’t you check out the guest cabin? The one I told you about,” he suggests, trying to redirect the group’s attention away from the simmering conflict.

Looking at Jess with an eagerness that masks his concern, Mike jumps at the chance to shift gears. “Yeah, alright. Want to go do that?” he asks Jess, his tone light but tinged with hope.

Still bitter and glaring daggers at Emily, Jess responds with a sharp edge. “Any place without that whore,” she retorts, her voice dripping with disdain. Her eyes flicker to Emily, who stands rigid, hurt and anger swirling in her gaze.

Emily’s fists clench at her sides as she takes in Jess's words. “Wow, Jess. Classy,” she fires back, her voice strained as she struggles to maintain her composure.

Caught between the two, Josh tries to keep the mood light, though disappointment hangs heavy in his heart. “It’s right up the trail,” he chimes in, glancing nervously between them, desperate to diffuse the situation.

Mike, feeling the weight of Jess’s glare, takes her hand and pulls her gently away from the tension. “Let’s go,” he says, leading her toward the door, eager to escape the simmering conflict behind them.

As Jess and Mike step outside, the door clicks shut, leaving a heavy silence in the lodge. The warmth from the fireplace feels suddenly distant, and the atmosphere is charged with unresolved tension. Emily stands frozen for a moment, her heart racing with betrayal and anger, her body trembling as she processes the sting of jealousy.

Josh shakes his head slowly, disappointment etched as he watches Mike and Jess walk away. His eyes linger on Emily, concern flaring up as he witnesses the distress radiating from her. The remaining friends exchange uneasy looks, each uncertain how to navigate the sudden rift that has opened.

Matt, Emily’s boyfriend, stares at her with concern and confusion. He’s distressed by her jealousy, feeling her emotions pressing down on him. “Em, are you okay?” he finally asks, his voice hesitant, trying to bridge the gap between them.

Emily's expression hardens, turns on Matt, frustration spilling out in a flood. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you’ll let her treat me like that! And do you know where my pink bag from the rodeo is?” she demands, her voice rising with agitation.

Matt is caught off guard and hesitates before responding. “Uh, I don’t know… I thought you had it with you,” he replies, unsure how to react to her outburst.

Emily’s eyes flash with anger. “Well, I don’t! So we need to find it. Now!” she insists, her tone leaving little room for argument.

With a heavy sigh, Matt nods, resigned to her request. “Okay, let’s look for it,” he replies, attempting to keep his voice steady, even as uncertainty lingers in his gaze.

Across the room, Sam, sensing the tension, tries to control her situation. “I’m going to have a nice, warm bath,” she announces, her voice breaking through the thick silence. “Maybe some relaxation will help.” She gives the group a small smile but does little to ease the tension.

As the air in the lodge remains heavy with tension, Josh takes it upon himself to bring some warmth back into the space. He moves toward the fireplace, fumbling with kindling and logs, determined to ignite a fire that can literally and metaphorically chase away the chill. He strikes a match, watching it flicker momentarily before it catches, the flame dancing to life.

His eyes search yours, filled with a mix of hope and vulnerability. At that moment, the noise of the lodge fades into the background, and it feels like the two of you are the only ones left in the room, standing on the precipice of a more profound connection amidst the chaos of friendship and rivalry.

Meanwhile, Ashley and Chris sit together in the corner of the room, their eyes darting nervously around the space. The silence between them stretches, filled only by the crackling of the match against the wood.

Ashley fidgets with the sleeve of her sweater, her cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s pretty intense, right?” she replies, trying to keep her tone light despite the seriousness of the situation. “I never thought it would get that heated. We’re supposed to be here to have fun, not fight.”

“Yeah,” Chris agrees, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s like, one minute we’re all friends, and the next… everyone’s at each other’s throats.” He glances over at Josh, who is still wrestling with the logs in the fireplace, trying to coax a flame to grow. “You think he’s going to be okay? I mean, he’s trying so hard to keep things together.”

Ashley nods, her eyes following Josh’s movements. “I hope so. He’s a good guy, you know? He wants everyone to have a good time. It’s just… hard to watch everyone fight like this.”

Chris, sensing a moment of connection, leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I appreciate how you always try to keep things positive. I wish I could be more like that sometimes.”

Ashley looks at him, her heart fluttering a little at the compliment. “Thanks, Chris. That means a lot,” she replies softly, a shy smile creeping onto her face.

Before they can delve deeper into their conversation, Sam returns down the stairs, a towel draped over her shoulder. She looks a bit flustered, running a hand through her damp hair. “Hey, guys,” she calls out, her voice bright but tinged with frustration. “I just checked the bath, and the gas is off, so the water’s cold. Great, right?”

Josh is still focused on getting the fire to catch and grimaces. “Seriously? That’s not what I needed to hear right now,” he mutters, finally coaxing a small flame into existence.

Sam rolls her eyes playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “Yeah, let’s just add it to the list of things going wrong tonight.”

Josh, however, takes the news in stride and turns toward you with a spark of determination in his eyes. “Y/N, how about we go to the basement and check the gas? It shouldn’t be too complicated, and I could use the extra hands.”

Ashley and Chris exchange glances, their conversation momentarily forgotten. “Do you think you can fix it?” Chris asks, his brow furrowed in concern.

Josh nods confidently, but there’s a hint of uncertainty beneath the bravado. “Yeah, it’s probably just a quick adjustment.”

Sam shrugs, a smile returning to her face. “I’ll keep an eye on the fire for you guys. Just don’t blow anything up, okay?”

“Promise,” Josh replies, flashing a grin as he heads toward the basement door, glancing back at you. “You coming, Y/N?”

Josh’s hopeful gaze offers a chance for distraction, perhaps even a moment to connect without the chaos of the others hanging overhead.

“Yeah, I’m in,” you respond, pushing off from your seat. You can’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline at the idea of stepping away from the drama and into the unknown of the basement with Josh.

He smiles, a mixture of relief and excitement crossing his features. “Awesome. Let’s go.”

Together, you head toward the basement door, the creaky wood floorboards echoing softly behind you. As Josh opens the door, a rush of cool air greets you, starkly contrasting the lodge's warmth. The darkness beyond is thick, with only a few dim lights flickering in the distance.

“Do you have a flashlight?” you ask, glancing back at him.

“Yeah, I got one,” he replies, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, rugged flashlight. He flicks it on, illuminating a narrow staircase that leads down into the gloom.

You descend the stairs together, the light casting long shadows against the stone walls. The air grows more relaxed, a bit musty, filled with the scent of old wood and dust. As you reach the bottom, the beam reveals an assortment of old furniture covered in sheets, boxes piled high, and the occasional rustle of a rat scurrying away.

“Welcome to the dungeon,” Josh jokes, trying to keep the atmosphere light as he sweeps the flashlight across the room. “Quite the sight, huh?”

You chuckle, appreciating his attempt at humour. “At least it’s not filled with creepy dolls or something.”

Josh nods, stepping further inside. “Let’s see if we can figure out what’s going on with the gas.” He moves to a panel on the wall, inspecting it closely. “It shouldn’t be too complicated. Just a valve adjustment, I think.”

You step closer, watching him with a mix of admiration and concern. He looks determined, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration as he kneels to get a better look at the mechanism. The moment feels profound and fragile as you and Josh exchange lingering glances. But the sudden crash from the living room jolts you back into the present. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts and take a deep breath.

“I think it came from upstairs,” you reply, your pulse quickening as your heart races. “Should we check it out?”

Josh hesitates, glancing toward the stairs. “Maybe we should finish with the gas first? If it’s nothing, we don’t want to leave it unattended.”

You nod, trying to push aside the unease creeping into your thoughts. “Right, let’s focus on this first.”

With renewed determination, you both turn your attention back to the valve. After a few moments of adjustments and checking gauges, Josh finally gives a satisfied nod. “I think that should do it. Let’s head back upstairs and let them know.”

As you return to the stairs, the unsettling feeling in your gut lingers, amplifying the sense that something isn’t right. The sounds of the lodge—laughter, tension, muffled voices—float down to you, becoming a mix of reassurance and dread.

Just as you reach the top of the stairs, another loud noise reverberates through the lodge, a sharp sound like something heavy being knocked over. You exchange worried glances with Josh, both of you feeling the shift in the atmosphere.

“What was that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Josh replies, his tone serious as he tightens his grip on the flashlight. “But we need to find out.”

With that, you both step back into the main room, the previous tensions overshadowed by an unfamiliar fear. The crackling of the fire is drowned out by hurried footsteps and raised voices, the friends agitated by whatever’s happening.

“Did you hear that?” Josh asks, his eyes darting around the room.

You nod, feeling the weight of the unknown pressing down on you. “We need to stick together,” you suggest a quiet resolve forming between you.

“Stay behind me,” he replies, stepping closer as you prepare to confront whatever lurks in the shadows. The night is far from over, and the real challenge has only begun.

Just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, a sudden flash of colour catches your eye. Before you can react, Chris bursts into the hallway, wearing a ridiculous, oversized bathrobe with a floppy hat and fuzzy slippers. He strikes a dramatic pose, grinning widely.

“Behold! The Phantom of the Lodge!” he exclaims, his voice booming as he swings his arms for effect.

You jump back, letting out a surprised yelp. Instinctively, you grab Josh’s arm, clinging to him tightly as your heart races. “Oh my God, Chris! You scared me!”

Josh chuckles, his initial shock melting into laughter as he steadies you. “Seriously, man? This is the best you could come up with?”

Chris leans into his performance, spinning around in the robe and throwing his hands up. “What? You don’t like my haunting style? I thought I’d bring some fun to this dreary evening!”

You can’t help but laugh, the night's tension momentarily dissipating as you release Josh’s arm, albeit reluctantly. “I mean, if the ghost you’re trying to scare is one of my nightmares, then sure, it’s working!”

Josh shakes his head, still smiling. “You need to get better at hiding, Chris. That was way too easy.”

Chris pretends to be offended, placing a hand over his heart. “Easy? I’m a master of scare tactics! Just look at my costume!” He twirls again, the robe billowing dramatically around him. “If I were a real ghost, I’d have you all quaking in your boots!”

Josh rolls his eyes but can’t help but smile at Chris’s antics. “You might want to reconsider your career choices, buddy. You’re more likely to make us laugh than scream.”

The lighthearted banter creates a much-needed distraction, and the tension from earlier seems to fade a bit. You take a deep breath, feeling more at ease, though you still chuckle as Chris prays around in his ridiculous outfit.

“Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun,” you say, finally regaining your composure. “But seriously, let’s focus. We must check on the others and see what’s happening.”

Chris drops the act, his playful demeanour shifting to concern. “Right, right. I just thought a little laughter would lighten the mood. Things have been pretty intense tonight.”

“Yeah, they have,” Josh agrees, his expression turning serious again. “But let’s get back out there and have some fun.”

As you enter the main room, the lingering echoes of laughter from Chris’s antics fade into the background, replaced by the familiar tension that still lingers among the group. You glance at Josh, feeling the weight of your unresolved feelings.

“Hey, Josh,” you say, lowering your voice to ensure Chris doesn’t overhear. “Can we talk for a second? Like… about last year?”

Josh’s expression shifts, a mix of curiosity and concern. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I just… I feel like we’ve both been avoiding it. Everything that happened before...”

His gaze softens, the vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own. “Before my sisters disappeared.”

Just then, Chris, standing a few feet away, suddenly perks up. He catches Josh’s eye and raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Uh, I’ll be waiting over there,” he says, gesturing to a corner of the room. “You two take your time.”

You can’t help but smile at Chris’s teasing, but Josh rolls his eyes, a hint of embarrassment colouring his cheeks. “Thanks, Chris. We’ll try to keep it brief,” he replies, trying to suppress a grin.

As Chris saunters away, you turn back to Josh, feeling a rush of nervous energy. “So, where do we even start?” you ask, glancing around to ensure no one else is listening.

“I guess we start with the fact that I missed you,” he admits, his voice low and sincere. “When everything happened, my only focus was on finding my sisters. But I’ve thought about you a lot and regret not saying anything sooner.”

You feel your heart flutter at his words. “I missed you too. I didn’t want to complicate things when you already dealt with so much.”

“I know,” he replies, his expression pained. “And I appreciate you allowing me time to heal with my parents. Last year was such a mess. I’m just glad you had nothing to do with Hannah’s prank,” Josh admits, stepping towards you.

“Never, I could never have anything to do with that,” You say softly, giving him a warm smile.

He nods, his gaze unwavering. “I know. It would’ve hurt me a lot if you did.”

After a few moments, you poke some fun at the tension lingering from the past. “You know,” you say playfully, “I couldn’t have possibly been part of Hannah’s prank. Thanks to you last year, I was too busy being in a compromising position.”

Josh raises an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh really? Care to elaborate on that?”

You can feel the moment's weight hanging in the air, the tension from earlier dissipating as you lock eyes with Josh. The connection between you feels electric, and for a fleeting moment, the chaos of the lodge fades into the background.

You raise an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto your lips. “Are you trying to charm me, Josh?”

“Maybe,” he replies, leaning slightly closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve been known to have that effect on people. And honestly, what sane woman could resist it?”

Josh glances back to ensure no one is watching before he reaches out, gently brushing your arm with his hand. “Let’s go upstairs,” he says, his voice low and inviting.

As you both make your way toward the staircase, a voice interrupts your moment. Chris and Ashley round the corner, eyebrows raised in unison.

“Hey! Where are you two sneaking off to?” Chris calls out, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

You exchange a glance with Josh; both are caught off guard. “Uh, just... checking out the view from upstairs!” you manage to say, attempting to sound casual.

“Yeah, you know,” Josh adds quickly, “the top floor has the best spot for stargazing. I just wanted to make sure we don’t miss it.

Ashley leans in, her expression sceptical. “Right. Because you two need alone time for stargazing.” She smirks, clearly not buying it.

Josh nods, his grin still plastered on his face. “Yeah, we just want to hang out for a bit. You know how it is—sometimes you need a break from the chaos.”

Chris and Ashley exchange a knowing look, and you can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up under their scrutiny. “All right, all right,” Chris finally concedes, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you reply, rolling your eyes, a grin breaking through.

With one last playful eye-roll from Ashley and an exaggerated sigh from Chris, they leave you and Josh standing at the base of the stairs.

You and Josh make your way down the dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of the wind howling outside, barely breaking the heavy silence. The air feels cold against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively lean closer to him, and he responds by wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in a little tighter to keep you warm.

“Is it just me, or does it feel like this place gets colder the further we walk?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood despite the chill.

Josh chuckles softly, glancing down at you. “Yeah but don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He squeezes you gently, his warmth radiating through his skin, making you feel more at ease.

As you approach his room, the door looks more inviting against the shadows filling the hallway. Josh stops just outside, looking down at you with a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He turns the handle and opens the door, revealing a cozy space with warm lighting, the comforting scent of wood, and something faintly sweet. As he steps inside, you follow him, and he quickly shuts the door behind you, locking it with a soft click.

Once inside, the atmosphere shifts. The hallway's darkness is replaced by the warm glow of a bedside lamp, illuminating the room and casting soft shadows on the walls. It feels intimate and safe here.

Josh’s gaze drops to your lips briefly, and everything shifts in that instant. The air between you crackles with electricity, and before you can process it, he closes the distance, cupping your face gently with his hands.

Time seems to slow as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly as your heart races. And then, his lips find yours, soft and tentative at first, as if testing the waters.

You respond instinctively, leaning into him, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as the tension and unspoken feelings from before surging to the surface. It feels natural as if this moment has been building for far longer than the few minutes you’ve been alone. The warmth of his body envelops you, and you lose yourself in the sensation, the world outside fading entirely from your mind.

When you finally pull away, breathless, you look into Josh’s eyes, searching for the same emotions you feel swirling inside you. His cheeks are flushed, and his gaze’s a look of wonder.

Your warmth intensifies as your lips meet again, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, a blend of pent-up emotions and undeniable attraction. Josh’s hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s barely any space left between you. The world outside the door fades entirely, leaving only the sound of your heart beating in sync.

You feel excitement as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a newfound hunger. His hands explore your back, fingers brushing against the fabric of your sweater, sending shivers down your spine. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, the kiss growing more heated with each passing second.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," Josh murmurs against your lips, his breath warm and heavy, making your heart race even faster.

"Me too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the thrill of his admission sending a wave of excitement through you. As if sensing your need for more, he deepens the kiss, and you melt into him.

You feel his hands explore your sides, fingers brushing against your skin, igniting every nerve ending. The sensations swirl around you, and you lose yourself in the sweetness of his kiss, his intoxicating taste. Josh pulls you closer, the pressure of his body against yours, heightening the tension. You can feel the heat radiating off him, pulling you in like a magnet. The kiss becomes more frantic and desperate, as if you're afraid of what might happen if you stop.

When you break apart momentarily, Josh’s eyes dark with desire. "I can't believe it took us this long to do this again," he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers through you, and you lean into him, craving more.

Without breaking eye contact, he leans in again, capturing your lips in a soft and demanding kiss. You feel the fire between you intensify, and you sigh softly as you return the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and you can feel his warmth against you, making it hard to think. The world outside ceases to exist; the two of you are wrapped up in this moment.

"Y/N," he murmurs, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, desires flickering in his gaze. He gestures towards your top, tugging at the bottom of it. “Can I?"

Your heart races at the question, but the answer feels instinctual. "Yes," you reply, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions.

With a spark of determination, Josh slides your t-shirt over your head. His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips as he pulls you closer, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He pulls you down with him, guiding you onto his lap.

As you settle onto his lap, the heat between you grows palpable. Josh's hands remain firm on your hips, grounding you in the moment—his gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, filled with hunger and tenderness.

With a swift movement, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing toned muscles that glisten softly in the dim light. The sight sends a rush of excitement through you, and your breath catches in your throat.

He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I want to see you." The request ignites a thrill of anticipation within you.

Josh's fingers trace the delicate curve of your spine as he gently removes your bra, letting it fall to the floor unnoticed. His gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he takes in the sight of you. The room is quiet except for your joint breaths, each heavier than the last.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers, his voice a low, husky rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

He doesn't wait for a response. Instead, his hands slide around to cup your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You gasp, arching into his touch, your head tilting back instinctively.

"So responsive," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your jawline as he moves closer to your ear. "I love how you react to my touch."

His words tingle your skin, and you can feel the heat pooling between your legs. You want more of his hands, mouth, and more of him. You nod, unable to form words through the haze of desire clouding your mind.

With a wicked grin, Josh shifts his grip, one hand still playing with your nipple while the other slides down to your waistband. He tugs at your leggings, pulling it down your hips until it crumples at your thighs. Your panties are now exposed, and he wastes no time reaching under them, his fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands softly, his voice firm but not unkind.

You obey, parting your legs slightly, allowing him better access. His fingers continue their journey upward, dipping just inside the edge of your panties before finding their target. You feel the pad of his index finger glide over your clit, a slow, teasing stroke that makes you bite your lip to stifle a moan.

"That’s it," he encourages, adding another finger to circle your clit faster. "Let me hear you."

The combination of his dirty talk and touch pushes you closer to the edge. You try to maintain some semblance of control, but his fingers on your clit have reduced you to a quivering mess. Your breath comes in short gasps, and you can feel the tension building rapidly inside you.

“Josh…” you manage to whisper, your voice cracking as waves of pleasure begin to crest.

He responds by pressing harder, his thumb circling your nipple while his fingers work magic between your legs. The sensations are too intense, and you know you won't last much longer. Your body stiffens, muscles tightening as you feel the familiar rush of an impending orgasm.

"Cum for me," he orders, his voice laced with authority. "Show me how much you like my fingers."

Those words tip you over the edge. A cry escapes your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you, your body trembling with the force of your release. Josh doesn't let up, continuing to stroke you through the aftershocks, ensuring every ounce of pleasure is wrung from your body.

When the tremors finally subside, you collapse against him, weak and breathless. Josh pulls his fingers away, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The look in his eyes tells you this is far from over.

"Now," he says, his voice rough with unspent desire, "it's my turn."

He stands up, lifting you effortlessly and laying you back onto the bed. You watch as he quickly sheds the rest of his clothes, revealing his hard, eager cock. He positions himself between your legs, his hands resting on either side of your head as he hovers above you, maintaining that intense eye contact.

"Tell me what you want," he demands, his tone brooking no refusal.

You bite your lip, considering your answer. The power dynamic has shifted, and you feel thrilled at being under his command. But you also know what you want—what you need.

"I want you inside me," you confess, your voice soft but clear. "Please, Josh."

A smile curves his lips, triumphant and possessive. "Good girl," he murmurs, lowering himself until his cock brushes against your entrance. "This might hurt a little at first. I want you to take every inch."

You nod, understanding the challenge. He slowly pushes forward, stretching you, filling you. The initial sting gives way to a deep, throbbing pleasure as he sinks deeper, inch by agonisingly delicious inch. You clutch at the sheets, trying to anchor yourself as he continues his relentless advance.

"All of it," he growls, his muscles straining as he reaches the hilt. "Take all of me."

You whimper, overwhelmed by the fullness but also by the primal rush of having him entirely inside you. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust, his hands moving to cradle your face as he gazes down at you.

"Are you ready?" he asks, though it sounds more like a statement.

Before you can answer, he pulls out slightly and then thrusts back in, which is more challenging this time. The impact makes your breath hitch, and you can't help but cry out at its intensity. He repeats the motion, each thrust more vigorous than the last, pushing you higher and higher.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he mutters, his voice strained. "So tight."

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you meet his thrusts, your hips rising to greet him. The rhythm builds, becoming more frantic, more desperate. The world narrows down to just the two of you, locked in this primal dance of lust and need.

Suddenly, he changes pace, slowing down just enough to tilt his hips differently. The angle hits a spot deep inside you that makes your vision blur with pleasure. You can feel your second climax approaching, and you cling to him for dear life.

"Josh... I'm close," you gasp, your voice barely audible.

He smiles darkly, taking that as his cue. "Then cum all over me," he says, speeding up again. "Let go."

His words trigger something within you, and you feel the dam break as another powerful orgasm rips through you. Your body convulses beneath him, and you moan his name as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

Josh doesn’t stop his thrusts, making them harder and rougher with each stroke. You begin to feel the slick between your legs turn into a gush, tiny droplets of your heat squirting on his pelvis. He slides out and pushes back in, going deeper each time. You feel his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you harder and harder, your slick still flying onto his abdomen. He looks into your eyes with a wicked smirk, his cock never slowing.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you mumble, barely coherent.

You feel like you’re on fire, your muscles are so tense they feel like they’re about to snap, your body is clenching down on him so hard it hurts, and you feel yourself pouring like a waterfall.

Josh suddenly stops and flips you on your side, his body following suit as he lays behind you. You feel his arms wrap around your waist, his chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“You know I’m not kidding when I say you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers into your neck.

You feel him stiffen behind you and realise he’s still inside you. You moan quietly, and he slowly starts to move again. His hands grip your hips, and he picks up the pace, fucking you harder this time. You push back into him, your body desperate for his cock.

“I knew…” he grunts, his movements getting faster and faster. “I knew it the first night we met.”

You gasp at his words and start to feel another orgasm build. His cock hits a different spot inside you this time, and you feel it fill you. You begin to shake and moan as your muscles clench down on him. He lets out a loud groan, and his movements become more erratic.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moans. You feel him pick up the pace and drive himself into you repeatedly. His cock swells inside you, and you feel his hot release cover your walls. His cum floods your pussy as he fucks you through his orgasm. He collapses behind you and pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you and look over your shoulder at him. He’s watching your pussy with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Josh wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his embrace. “I shouldn’t have left you for so long. I’ve been so caught up with Hannah and Beth disappearing… but seeing you tonight reminded me of everything I’ve always felt for you.”

You stay silent, waiting to hear his following words. A short while later, you feel him getting up. You roll over onto your back and watch as he walks away, naked and utterly comfortable in his own body. He disappears out the door and returns a minute later, holding a box of tissues and a damp washcloth.

He climbs into bed, pressing the washcloth to your pussy. “I want to take care of you. I want to make sure you feel good.”

“I want to take care of you too, Josh,” You whisper, voice barely above a whisper. You’re exhausted but relaxed beyond any relaxation you’ve ever experienced.

“I love that you’re all fucked out for me,” he says. You smile at him and watch as he tosses the washcloth away and opens the box of tissues.

He pulls out a few and gently wipes his cock clean. He looks up at you as he does it, watching your reaction to him cleaning himself. You feel your body start to get warm, and your nipples perk up at the sight. He smiles as he realises what’s happening.

“I’m tempted to go for round 2, but I think it would be kind of rude for the house host to disappear for long periods… even if it’s to spend time with a super gorgeous woman,” Josh says, throwing the used tissues onto the floor and crawling back into bed with you.

“Let’s lay here for a little while,” You tell him, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to you. He pulls the blankets over both of your naked bodies and comfortably wraps his arms around your body.

“We can lay here, but not for too long; the others will come busting in here and find us naked,” Josh laughs, playing with the hair strands dangling over your chest.

“Fine,” You yawn, feeling yourself slip into a deep slumber, “We’ll only stay for… a little… while.”

Yawn after yawn, your physical tiredness overtook your awakened state. Slowly, your eyes closed, and your muscles relaxed into the comfort of Josh’s mattress.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Josh whispers into your ear, unaware of your sleeping state. He hears a slight, feminine-sounding snore and peers over your body, observing your half-open mouth and closed eyes.

Kissing you on the forehead, Josh slowly gets out of bed and gets dressed. He has big plans for tonight, sadistic, messed-up plans… and he wanted you to have no part in it.

[illusioninfnty]

Fight, Flight, Fuck!

જ⁀➴ Fuck or Die : Day 21

feat. Josh Washington ᯓ★ A scary man corners you alone, hopeless in only a mere towel. Your first reaction? Plead that you'll do anything to stay alive.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, lowkey bisexual reader if you squint, josh in psycho costume, dub-con bc reader doesn't know it's him, breast play, no prep, fingering, degradation, one (1) pussy slap, unprotected sex, creampie, use of chloroform (not during sex)

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You sink down deeper into the hot water that fills the large bathtub, closing your eyes in relaxation. At the other end of the tub lies Sam, classical music blasting through her earbuds. It wasn’t your initial intention to be sharing a bath with her, but there was only enough hot water for one bath, and neither of you were going to give it up.

And to be completely honest, you really didn’t mind it much.

You don’t realize that you were drifting off until you hear the slam of the bathroom door. You jolt, some of the wash around you splashing outside of the tub. Sam hears it too, with the way she pulls her earbuds out of her ears and looks around.

“What was that?” she asks, voice low with caution.

Your eyes narrow. “I’m not sure.” You pull yourself out of the tub, grabbing a white towel to dry yourself off with. When you go to reach for your clothes that you left on the ground, they’re nowhere to be seen. You look around the room, trying to see if you maybe forgot where you placed them, but to no avail your clothes have seemingly disappeared.

“Hey Sam?” 

She hums in response. 

“Where are our clothes?”

“Shit,” she hisses, looking around frantically. “Ugh, those jerks. Seriously guys? Not cool!” she yells out, in the direction of the door.

“Assholes.” You roll your eyes. “I’ll go find them.” You secure your towel to yourself, adjusting it so all of your more private areas are covered.

“You sure you don’t need any back up?”

“Don’t worry. I can handle these pricks.”

She laughs, placing her headphones back in her ears and resting her head against the edge of the tub.

With that you head outside, shutting the bathroom door behind you and leaving Sam to her peaceful bath.

As you walk through the lodge and down the stairs, you’re unsettled by how dark and quiet it seems, much more than it should be with some or your friends still roaming around.

“Guys?” You’re only met with the eerie silence, your voice the only thing echoing back to you in the spacious lodge.

“Alright, you got us. It’s not funny anymore, give our clothes back!” you shout out, hoping someone, anyone, will take pity on you and relent.  

You try again as you walk through the lodge. “Josh? Chris? Ash? Where the fuck are you?”

No answer. You sigh, frustrated, and make your way to the cinema room, hoping you can find them in there.

When you arrive and begin to search the area, a deep, scratchy voice intervenes. “Looking for me? I don’t think you’ll have much luck by looking, poor little thing.”

Your blood runs cold at the unfamiliar voice that rings out throughout the lodge. You turn to run out the room, but you gasp as a figure emerges in the entryway.

He is large and imposing, at least a head taller than you. His dark blue overalls look to be stained with a dark liquid, and you aren’t sure you want to find out what it is. The scariest of all though, is the mask that he wears. It’s white, caked in dirt and grime, reminiscent of a skull. The ugly teeth of the mask protrude out, and the black of the eye holes has it so you can’t make out the man’s actual eyes.

You go to scream and run away, but the man swiftly picks you up with ease, clasping a hand over your mouth and shushing you.

“Don’t make a sound if you want to live.” He whispers it into your ear, his voice deep and guttural, as if he’s purposely lowering his voice to sound scarier. 

Whatever he's trying to do though, it’s working. You feel your legs tremble beneath you, and you know you’d collapse onto the floor if he wasn’t holding you up.

“P-please,” you whimper when he finally takes his gloved hand off of your mouth, “I’ll do anything. Just let me go.”

He chuckles. “Anything?”

Fuck. You two sound like you just came straight out of a shitty porno. But maybe those girls had the right idea though. If this was going to be your one-way pass out of death, so be it.

“Y-yeah.” You nod. “Whatever you want.”

Your front sides are pressed against each other, and through it you can feel the stir of his cock as it hardens. One of his hands raises as it tears your towel from you in one fell swoop. 

You gasp in surprise, standing naked in his grasp as he starts to fondle your breasts, tweaking at your nipples that harden from the exposure to the cool air of the cinema room.

A strangled noise leaves your lips as his hands continue to paw at your breasts, the pleasure reaching down to your pussy. Embarrassingly, you can feel yourself grow wet down there. Your cheeks heat up at the thought. In your defense, it had been a while since you’d had sex. Even any sort of over-the-clothes touching wasn’t something that you’d experienced since a couple of months ago, at this point.

Sensing your increased arousal, one of the man’s hands leaves your breast and travels down to your pussy. His fingers flit around your thighs, until he finally lands on your wet slit.

“Such a slut.” He hisses out. You bite your lip as his fingers begin to tease at your wet folds. “How many of your friends have touched you like this?”

“N-none,” you reply—truthfully. Your hips buck against his hands, desperate for some relief from his taunting.

“How many do you want to touch you like this?” he fires back.

Your silence seems to be louder than words could ever be. He chuckles darkly, and then brings his hand back to slap your pussy. You cry out, throwing your head back at the pain.

“Fucking dirty girl. What would they say if they saw you like this, acting like a slut for my cock? What would Josh say?”

“How the fuck do you know—mmph!” You're interrupted by him shoving two of his fingers up your pussy. You’re startled by the sudden intrusion, and silently thank whoever’s listening for making sure that you’re wet as he does so.

His fingers piston in and out of you relentlessly; all you can do is moan in response, helpless against his body.

The intrusion doesn’t distract you from the dread that pools in your stomach by this psycho knowing Josh’s name. You desperately hope that he’s safe right now. All you can do in the moment is let yourself indulge in the temporary pleasure, and then escape so that you can find your friends, warn them, and make sure that everyone’s okay.

Sensing your thoughts drifting off, the man removes his fingers from you. You whine at the loss, but your walls tighten around emptiness as you hear a zipper and his cock springs out, pressing against your backside.

“Gonna shove this all inside of you, and you’re going to enjoy it real good, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out wantonly, hoping to please him with your eagerness. But at the same time, you were a bit startled by just how much you wanted this, too.

Without another word he shoves his cock into you, and you melt as his thickness stretches you out so nicely. He begins thrusting at a steady rhythming, gripping your hips so tight you’re positive they’ll be bruised later today.

You’re helpless at this point, at the mercy of this man and his incessant rutting inside of you. The cinema room is filled with the sounds of his low grunts, your unintelligible mewls, and the sounds of skin-to-skin contact as his hips meet your ass with his hard thrusts.

You grab blindly behind you, clasping your hands onto him for some stability, the denim of his overalls scratching at your skin. You whimper as he bends you over some more, the new angle having his cock reach deeper inside you. Your moan is stretched out as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

One hand comes down to reach for your clit, and you know you’re done for. As he begins to rub at the nub, your hips thrash widely. The combination of his cock hitting places inside of you that haven’t ever been touched and the sensations coming through from your sensitive clit have you cumming. You lurch forward as your breath comes out in broken gasps, falling apart on his cock.

The man isn’t too far behind you, as his hips begin to stutter and his grunts come out at a faster pace, in a more breathier tone. He whispers something too softly for your ears to recognize, and then he slams his hips against you one last time as he cums, the hot liquid filling you up all over.

His grasp on you loosens slightly, and you feel yourself shake as you attempt to recover from your orgasm, feeling his cum spill out of you and down your thighs. From behind you, the man rummages around, and you turn to see what he’s doing.

Before you can figure out what’s going on, a cloth comes up to your face, pressing tightly against your nose and mouth. You start to panic but soon feel dizzy, recognizing the sweet aroma coming from it to be chloroform. The world starts spinning around you, and you collapse in the man’s arms as his voice is that last thing you hear before you lose consciousness.

“Nighty, night, little kitten. I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Coffee date

He was doing a lot to the point where it felt like he was running on fumes.

He kept himself busy, even making new friends and going out with Maddie, Josh, and Ravi.

Maddie told him she was proud of him, that he was finally getting used to be single and adjusting to break-up being done for good.

Buck nodded in agreement, smiled and said thanks. Trying his best to sound assured and confident. As though he was proud of himself.

Hell, even Hen and Chimney noted how focused he was at work and how on top of his game he was being during calls.

"Look at that, Buck all grown up." Chimney smiled teasingly at him, thumping him on his back. "What version of Buck is this now? 4.0 or 5.0?"

Hen shook her head, chuckling as she replied."Hmm, I think this might be version 6. Right Buck?"

Buck went along with the teasing.

-

"Melatonin is crap." Buck mumbled to himself tiredly. He thought by now he would be able to fall asleep. He was keeping himself physically and mentally busy to the point where he felt tired but couldn't sleep. At least not for longer than two hours.

He had done everything from working out before bed to tire him out, drinking warm milk, hot chamomile tea, drinking pomegranate juice, taking scalding hot shower and baths, rubbing lavender all over his body, to now finally taking melatonin.

He looked at his phone.

2:38 am.

"Great."

He got up and pulled on some joggers and a hoodie and a beanie.

He needed to get the hell out of his house.

He wasn't sure where he could go but found himself driving around for a while before deciding to head to Norms.

Honestly it was better than nothing.

And definitely better than going to Dennys.

The diner was busy for this time of night (morning really). Buck was graful for it though, he needed the distraction.

The waitress ended up giving him a small table by the windows. Buck gave her a tight smile as he started to look over the menu. He wasn't hungry. Just tired.

But not tired enough to where he could sleep.

He rubbed his eyes and then face. He just needed to sleep.

He hadn't told anyone yet on the team or Maddie or Eddie about this insomnia problem he was having.

Honestly, he expected to not be taken too seriously or just be told to deal with it before it affected his job.

"You look like how I feel." Said a gruff voice next to him.

Right as Buck looked to see who said that the waitress came back. Buck fumbled with the menu and his words as he stuttered out his order for a minute. Coffee and some strawberry pancakes with all the fixings because what was the point now.

He heard the guy laugh.

"What?" Buck asked.

The guy, a rough looking guy who was probably in his 40s or 50s with cropped hair and clean face, snickered at him. "You must be going through the crapper if you're ordering that at 3 am."

Buck shrugged, "Couldn't sleep."

"Well, you're definitely not gonna sleep now. All that sugar and caffeine is gonna be super helpful when you're at work."

It was Buck's turn to snicker this time. "Might be helpful then. I'm a firefighter so probably will need the sugar and caffeine."

The guy raised a brow at him. "No kidding? I'm a firefighter too." He stuck out his hand for Buck to shake, "Captain Sal DeLuca. Down at the Long Beach station 12."

Buck shook the man's hand. "NIce to meet you."

"Likewise." Sal nodded his head towards Buck. "What got you so wired?"

"Could ask you the same." Long beach wasn't far, but Buck was sure that there were plenty of diners opened closer to Long Beach. Unless Sal liked driving nearly an hour to work and back by living in Torrance.

Sal shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "Had a bad call, my wife and girls were asleep so I figured, let me clear my head. I got therapy in like five hours so I figured I could kill some time here before making the drive back." He set down the mug of coffee. "You?"

Buck took a deep breath out, weighing out his options here. Sal seemed nice to talk to.

Could still be a prick though.

But it's not like Buck would ever see him again after this.

"Honestly?" Buck asked.

Sal quirked a brow, "I asked, didn't i?"

Buck bit the inside of his cheek, still unsure about saying this out loud. But it felt easier to say it to a stranger. "I haven't been able to sleep at my new place since I broke up with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

Buck felt his hackles rise, his jaw ticked as he asked, "What? You never met a queer firefighter before?"

Sal let out a surprise laugh, "Nah, definitely met plenty. Worked with this lesbian firefighter almost a decade ago." He let out a low whistle. "She could kick my ass and yours and still could take out a fire on her own without breaking a sweat. I'll tell you, anytime my girls said they can't do something I remind them of her, their mother, and my mother." Sal explained. "But what happened with you and your ex boyfriend there? Can't sleep unless he cuddles you to sleep or something?"

Buck felt his eyes sting a bit. "Yeah." He muttered miserably. It caught him and Sal off guard.

"Oh jeez." Sal muttered, wiping his mouth with a napkin and moving to sit across from Buck.

Buck felt tired finally. It was the first time he had admitted it out loud, to even himself.

He missed Tommy.

"Hey, listen. Im sorry. I wasnt trying to be an ass there, I just unfortunately come off that way....a lot." Sal explained. "How long ago was this breakup? Yall were living together or something?"

Buck snorted at that. He explained what happened, from him discovering that he and Tommy had dated the same woman, to Buck's impromptu move in with question, to the break up, to baking, to the hook up, the argument they had, and all about Maddie's advice about being alone.

"Sounds like you both need to talk." Sal told him.

"I tried!"

Sal rolled his eyes, scoffing as he moved his mug of coffee away so he could lean on is elbows. "You didn't try crap. You snapped because you got defensive and your ex boy there got guarded."

Buck slowly chewed his food as he processed that, Sal wasn't completely wrong there.

"You could have told your ex what happened- about you missing him and the baking, but you didn't. You let him leave thinking it was just a hookup."

"He thought I had feeling for my best friend!"

"Do you?"

"No!"

"Well then tell him that!" Sal argued back, both men paused as they realized they were loud and gaining the other patrons attentions. "What? Yall never seen two people argue in a diner before? It's LA, deal with it." Sal shook his head in disdain, he grabbed a strawberry from Buck's plate. "You love this guy?" He didn't let Buck answer, "What am I saying. Of course you do, you're at the "I need him to fall asleep" stage."

Buck felt his face heat up at that.

He missed Tommy.

But love?

Josh had asked him that too. But he couldn't answer. But this time...

"I think I love him." Buck said in depressed awe. The truth hurting and cutting deep in him. He had meaningful relationships before. He had never said I love you though. With Taylor it felt...not like this.

"Of course you do." Sal rolled his eyes. "What are you gonna do about it is the question."

Buck slumped back in his chair, he rubbed his chest as the fear of losing Tommy permanently felt like a possibility. "I-I don't think he would say it back. Not after that."

"Might if you told him the damn truth." Sal grabbed another strawberry. "I get your sister's advice and your friends wanting you not to call the ex. But here's the thing; they got lives. I'm sure they got their own spouses or something at home. You're like what 35? 36?"

"33."

"Still a grown ass man who can make his own damn mind about what he wants. You want to call the ex, call him. You want to try about being alone, try it out. But you doing this thing were you need permission or some sort of validation? Guidance, whatever the hell you want to call it? It's not gonna work. At the end of day, you gotta make up your own mind otherwise you're gonna be pissed with the end results that you didn't decide for yourself."

It was rough advice, but Buck realized he was right. It sucked to hear, but Sal was right.

Buck sighed, rubbing his head as he realized he could talk to Maddie, Eddie, Bobby, Ravi, and the others till he turned blue in the face. But this was a him (and Tommy) problem.

"I want to talk to him. I need to talk to him and tell him the truth this time."

Sal stole another strawberry. "Gonna tell you the same thing I told a buddy of mine from back in the day- dude was into all that rom-com crap: a real relationship takes work, it's not all roses and soft music. Either you work for it or you don't. And if you." He pointed a red stained finger at Buck, "Seriously love this guy, then both of you need to be honest with each other. Otherwise, what's the point?"

Buck smiled down at his lap, "Seems like therapy is helping you there."

Sal cleaned off his hand with a napkin, giving Buck the side eye. "Shut it." Sal checked his phone, groaning at he stood up and stretched. "I gotta start heading back."

It was Buck who stuck out his hand this time, "Thanks for listening, Sal."

Sal waved him off, " Don't mention it....?"

Buck snickered, realizing he had just told his most recent dating life story before giving out his name. "It's Buck. Evan Buckley, really. But people call me Buck mostly."

"Well, it's been nice talking to yah, Buck. Good luck with the ex boyfriend there." Sal threw a twenty on his table. "It's on me. You could use a break since you still look like crap." Before he walked off, he turned back around to Buck. "Hey, if things don't work with the ex. I got an old friend of mine I've been meaning to catch up with. He's into dudes too, only downside is he's really into rom-coms. But, he's a pretty cool dude for the most part."

Buck let out a genuine laugh, shaking his head as he told Sal. "I'm good, thanks though. I-I think my ex might be it for me."

Sal smiled knowingly at him "Good luck then." He started to walk backwards as he told Buck "I expect a damn wedding invite or a Christmas card at least."

Once Sal was out of the diner, Buck pulled out his phone and opened his contact list to find Tommy's number. It was after 5 now.

"Evan?" Tommy's groggy voice still caused the butterflies in Buck’s stomach to stir. "You okay?"

Buck felt fidgety already, "Yeah, I'm fine I-we should talk. Like really talk." He took a quick glance outside, the streets were still pretty empty. "Can I come by?"

It took exactly 10 seconds for Tommy to reply back "Yeah, of course you can."

Five weeks later…

Buck had to be imagining it.

He squinted his eyes and watched as the man turned his back on him, giving Buck the chance to look at the name on the man's turnout.

It was him.

Buck couldn't help but smile as he rushed over while yelling "Hey! DeLuca!" Sal turned around, his face scrunched in a grumpy frown till he saw that it was Buck who called on him.

"Buck? What the hell are you doing here?"

Here was a major 4 alarm fire at the Harbor UCLA hospital. The 118 and station 12 where called for backup since the fire had spread to communities and shops around the hospital.

"Dealing with this mess." Buck huffed, he was grimy and sweaty, he knew wiping the sweat off his forehead was just smudging the soot around his face more. "Your team okay?"

Sal shrugged, "Yeah, fortunately it was the 231 that had two of their firefighters trapped there for a hot second but luckily they made it out." He gave Buck a once over. "You look better, I mean you still look like crap but I'm betting it has to do with the fact that you and I had to deal with mess for the past five hours."

That got Buck to laugh, he was doing better. He was finally sleeping soundly now.

"Yeah, actually. I got my boyfriend back." Buck couldn't get over the giddiness that came with talking about Tommy being his boyfriend again. "We talked, a lot. And we were both really honest. It definitely wasn't easy but I think we're good." He felt a little bit uncomfortable being so cheery around a rough call, but it was hard to repress the smile over taking his face as he told Sal. "I told him that I love him, and he said he loves me too. So, I think we're gonna be okay."

Sal gave him a rough but playful shove, "Atta boy! Look at that you and your boy freaking talking, glad to hear that you two are freaking acting like two grown ass men."

Buck rolled his eyes, "Anyone ever tell you that you give out the roughest tough love talks ever?"

Sal jutted out his lower lip, shaking his head back and forth as he faked thinking it over. "Yeah actually. Buddy I told you about? The rom com guy usually reminds me I'm an asshole with a heart of gold...usually he adds gold plated but I don't think that's true." He gave Buck a slap on the chest. "Also, come to find out the coglione is already dating a guy and it's pretty serious. So, you might have dodged a bullet there since you turned down my offer to set you up with him."

"The friend you were meaning to get in touch with?" Buck clarified.

"Yeah. I owed the guy a call. He's not like you. You might have killed him. Guy's like a locked box of emotions. I knew you for only like what? Two minutes before I got your dating history? This guy? Known him for over 15 years and he won't even tell me anything about the guy he's seeing now except for the fact that it's serious and he might be the one."

Buck snorted; he could see Sal getting riled up. "Guess it's a good thing you never set us up then?" He thought about Eddie for a minute. He had known Eddie for seven years now, it was hard to imagine keeping a secret from Eddie. He wondered if Sal and the guy were truly friends. "The guy your best friend or something?"

Sal's expression soften, a quick glint of shame passing through his eyes. "Something like that. He and I were best friends, or at least I thought we were. We had a falling out. I thought he didn't have my back when I got transferred from my old station. Told him as much and we basically got into this huge fight and he came out to me. I didn't take it well. I didn't mean what I said to him, I was just angry that he didn't have my back and didn't trust me for all that time." Sal sighed, he looked around the ruined smoldering hospital. "Listen to me going down memory lane like we got time." He chuckled to himself and gave Buck a shake by his shoulder. "Glad that you and your boyfriend got your crap together. I'll see you around Buck."

"Yeah, bye Sal."

It was a little while later when he and the others were getting ready to head back to the station when Buck caught Hen and Chimney staring at Bobby talking to Sal.

Buck didn't think much about it. Figuring it was just a captain of one station chatting with another captain. He was already helping Ravi get their equipment back into the truck and missed Hen and Chimney talking about Sal.

"Never thought I would ever see those two together in the same room again."

"It has been years, just glad to see they both don't have a chip on their shoulders about the past now."

-

Buck had to go home; he had plans to go baby clothes shopping with Maddie.

But making out with Tommy against Tommy's door was just too good to walk away from. He followed Tommy's lips when Tommy pulled away for air.

"Don't you have plans to meet with your sister?" Tommy asked, the words muddled as Buck continued to kiss him- gripping the front of Tommy's shirt so that his boyfriend wouldn't pull back.

"Mmm, yeah. But I can meet her at the store." Buck nuzzled his nose against Tommy's and tried for another kiss but Tommy leaned his head back. "Tommy-"

"You have plans with your sister, and I've got plans for later that I need to get ready for."

Buck pouted at that, of course Tommy was allowed to have his own plans. It just sucked to be separated again. "What sort of plans?" Buck asked, stealing a few kisses in between his question.

"I got invited to a watch party. A buddy of mine always has these watch parties for UCLA and since it’s against USC, he's trying to make it a big thing for all of us."

Buck chuckled, he had been living in LA long enough to know the rivalry between USC and UCLA. He had learned the hard way when he went to a bar wearing a baby blue jersey during a USC game.

"Sounds like fun." Buck realized something then, "I never really got to meet your friends before. You don't really talk about them."

He saw Tommy freeze up. "I mean, we're not close. Sort of hard to maintain friendships in your 30s and 40s. I'm surprised I even got invited."

Buck was ready to argue back, pointing out that he and everyone at the 118 were friends.

But...

"I-I get that. I was always worried about if me or anyone from the team left, would we still be friends." He admitted, he looked at Tommy who looked surprised by Buck's admission. "Yeah I know. We act like a dysfunctional family, but it's always been in the back of my mind. Losing them just because of life, y'know?"

The shimmer in Tommy's eyes had Buck worried. He didn't press but didn't stop Tommy from kissing him again. "I know." Tommy told him once he pulled away from the kiss.

Buck felt relaxed, he touched Tommy's face- his thumb brushing over Tommy's cleft chin. "You should go. You deserve to have fun- cut loose a bit."

"Come with me?"

Buck's brows went up. He opened and closed his mouth; he hadn't expected the invite. He knew there wasn't a "meet the friends" stage with him since Tommy knew his friends before Buck even met them. But meeting Tommy's friends was a different story.

"You sure?"

Tommy nodded his head "yes" and gently cupped Buck's face so that he could kiss Buck's birthmark, his forehead, and then lips. "I'm really sure." Tommy swore. "I think it's time for the people I've known for years meet the man that I see myself being forever with."

Buck was over an hour late meeting with Maddie.

-

Buck didn't know what to expect when he parked his truck a few houses down in the neighborhood that Tommy's friend lived at. The neighborhood was a quaint neighborhood outside of old Pasadena.

He felt a little nervous as he walked up to the house, carrying a bag of two cases of beer and banana loaf. Before he got to ring or knock, the door opened wide to reveal a relieved looking Tommy. "Hey! You made it."

Buck felt his nerves ebb away as Tommy kissed him. "Yeah. Traffic was easy this time, luckily."

Tommy pulled the bag from his hold and led him to the living room. "Hey, got another firefighter for you guys to meet." Tommy was all nerves and smiled as a room full of faces turned to them. Buck vaguely recognized a few firefighters from the 217 (including Lucy who gave him a knowing smile). "This is my boyfriend, Evan Buckley from the 118." Tommy told the crowd.

Buck gave them an excited smile (hearing Tommy call him his boyfriend always caused butterflies) and a brief hand wave. "Nice to meet everyone. You- You guys can call me Buck."

A guy with a UCLA sleeveless jersey and a bunch of tattoos was the first to greet Buck. "Hey, it's nice to meet you man. I'm Manny." Manny hit Tommy in the gut. "About time you showed up with your boyfriend."

Tommy rolled his eyes at that. "Didn't think you would be dying to meet him like this." Tommy looked over at Buck. "They've been super excited to meet you since I told them that you were coming."

"Oh."

Two other people joined them, a woman with long black curly hair and a bunch of gold bangles bracelets on her wrists and another guy who looked like he could be related to the woman. He was taller and sporting an impressive beard streaked with gray.

"Tommy!" The woman cooed excitedly, Tommy on the other hand looked more nervous as the woman and then the man hugged him. The woman looked genuinely sweet as she smiled at Buck. "So, this is the boyfriend you've been so secretive about?" The woman teased. "I can see why you've been hiding him." She winked at Tommy, "You're absolutely gorgeous, glad that my husband didn't follow through with setting this one up on a blind date."

The man next to her chuckled, "That would have been entertaining." He stuck out his hand to Buck. "I'm Arjun."

The woman waved at Buck apologetically before shaking his hand. "Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Gina." She pointed to Arjun. "His sister."

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you both. How do you guys know each other?" Buck asked, accepting a bottle of beer from Manny who frowned at the question.

Even Gina looked mildly hurt. "Tommy and my husband worked together for years. They were best friends."

Buck looked at Tommy, who just seemed apprehensive now and was clearly clenching his jaw. He knew the signs to look out for when Tommy was getting too into his own head. He took Tommy's hand in his and squeezed tightly. "Well, I can't wait to meet him."

When they had a second alone after making their way through the room and introducing Buck to everyone, Buck pulled Tommy into the kitchen. It was away from the living room where everyone was watching the game and talking loudly .

"You know it's okay if you're not ready to tell your friends about us. I-I mean I'm not gonna take any offense by it." Buck told him as gently as possible. His feelings were hurt but he figured he could talk to Tommy about it later once the watch party was over.

Tommy stepped back, frowning as he asked Buck "What makes you think I want you to leave? Do you want to leave?"

"No. It's just- well, y-you seem to be really uncomfortable around them. I mean they seem to be excited to meet me, but you seem-"

"Tense?"

"Yeah."

Tommy snorted, the irony of their conversation had them both laughing. "I'm not uncomfortable about you being here, I'm glad you're here. It's just-I've been always cautious about anyone from work or the army knowing that I'm gay that it's hard to just remember that they're actually accepting of me."

Buck nodded, understanding that this was a challenge for Tommy considering his past. He grabbed Tommy's waist, pulling him slightly. "You know why they're accepting of you?"

"Why?"

"Because they're your friends." Buck pointed out. "They seem to really like you, Tommy." Tommy scoffed at that, looking away as though the suggestion was ridiculous. "I mean, they don't like you more than I like you. That's impossible." He gently took Tommy's chin between his thumb and index finger. "But I can tell that they really like you, so maybe just let them?"

Tommy was quiet, his mouth pursed and twitching. He let out a sigh that was heavy with emotions that Buck knew Tommy didn't want to explore yet. He let Tommy pull him in for a hug, pressing a kiss onto Tommy's neck as Buck felt Tommy bury his face into Buck's neck.

"I love you." Tommy muttered into Buck's neck.

"I love you too." He gave one last kiss to Tommy's neck and hugged him tighter till Tommy was ready to let go. "You okay to head back in there with your friends?"

Tommy nodded 'yes', "Yeah, I think I am."

The game had yet to get interesting, but the room was full of chatter as Buck and Tommy got comfortable with socializing. Buck was truly enjoying himself, it was nice meeting the people in Tommy's life and watching Tommy let loose with his friends.

The doorbell rang, and Gina was the first to get up. "Oh, finally." she gave Tommy a small smile. "I thought he would take another hour with grabbing the sandwiches."

Buck looked at Tommy, "Her husband?"

Tommy nodded, giving Buck a lop-sided smile as he stood up. "Not exactly ready to face him yet with you. He's not a bad person, just we're still working on being friends again." Tommy gave out his hand for Buck who took it easily. "Ready to meet my Eddie?"

"Do I have to worry about competition now?" Buck asked coyly, earning a strong poke to his side.

"No contest there, Evan. You would win every time."

Buck smiled bashfully at that, leaning closer to kiss Tommy when he heard a familiar voice.

"You gotta be freaking kidding me! Buck?"

Buck couldn't help but laugh, "Sal?" he accepted Sal pulling him into a half hug all while Tommy and Gina watched, each wearing a seemingly confused (mostly Tommy) and entertained (mostly Gina) expressions.

"How do you two know each other?" Tommy asked, pointing at the two of them.

"Remember I told you I got some really rough tough love advice from a firefighter from Norms?"

Tommy's eyes went wide with fear, his arms crossed as he slowly replied "Yeah?"

Sal was grinning like a cat with a canary.

"Meet the firefighter."

Sal waved his arms, still grinning and showboating.

Tommy leaned his head back, "Dear God." he looked at Sal, "You're gonna be more of a smug asshole now, aren’t you?"

Sal let out a loud booming laugh that even had Buck laughing. "You bet your ass I will." he smacked Tommy's stomach. "Look who put on their big boy pants and actually talked about his feelings."

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, "How are you an asshole and insightful?"

Sal shrugged, 'I've got layers, you bitch." He looked over at Buck. "Told you this one?" he jutted his thumb at Tommy, "Locked box of emotions. I'm glad you two worked it out." he slapped Tommy upside the head.

"Hey!"

Sal ignored him, "That's for not talking your crap out. I keep telling you people can't read your damn mind, you both were stressing over each other and didn't say a damn word." He pointed at Buck, "I'm not gonna slap your head because you seem more emotionally regulated than this guy. But I will kick your ass if you hurt him."

Buck pressed his lips together momentarily to keep from laughing. He put up his hands placatingly, "Deal."

Sal nodded, pleased that Buck wasn't giving him pushback or making up excuses. "Good." Sal grunted; he gave them a small smirk. "Now I better be invited to your damn wedding, because either way I got you two together."

"Either way?" Tommy echoed back.

"Remember I told you I met a pretty boy who's a firefighter and into dudes?"

Buck and Tommy's eyes widened at the same time, with Tommy groaning into his hands and Buck tilting his head back and laughing.

"This is your buddy who you wanted to set me up with?" Buck asked, Gina looked too entertained, hiding her smile behind her hands as she looked at a forlorn Tommy.

"Yup." Sal bit his lower lip. "Told you I know you well enough to pick your type." he told Tommy. He turned to face Buck again, "Figured he could use a boyfriend like you in his life, someone to remind him that it's okay to let someone in and know him, crappy rom-com flaws and all. You know? Get him to talk and all that crap."

Buck nodded, eyeing Tommy who looked surprised. "Well, happy to report, we're working on it."

"You two better." Sal warned, "Because I can't deal with this one bottling up crap again." he glanced at Tommy again, shaking his head in frustration, "I'm still trying to remind him that I actually like his dumb ass. Figured setting him up with you, the one guy who I thought would be perfect for him and bring some sort of joy into his crappy life would be a good start."

"Really?" Tommy asked, he sounded so earnest that Buck felt himself becoming defensive on his behalf.

Sal looked exhausted; this was clearly a sore topic for them both. "Yeah, you dumb ass." he sighed, rubbing his face, "You gotta stop thinkin' I don't give a crap about you, man. "

Even Buck could pick up the sincerity in Sal's voice. The guy looked like he was really trying hard to prove to Tommy that their friendship meant something.

Tommy nodded, sniffing as he looked mildly uncomfortable. "Yeah, yeah. I know." he mumbled.

"Good." Sal pulled him into a tight hug. "Because I care about you, you dumb asshole."

Tommy let out a wet laugh, "Me too, you jerk."

Gina stood next to Buck, bumping her shoulder into his arm. "This was overdue, wasn't it?" Buck asked, noticing the tears in Gina's eyes. He caught sight of the relieved expression in some of the others faces- including Lucy's.

"Way overdue." Gina wiped away a tear. "I'm glad you and Tommy are back together. I think you're good for him."

Buck smiled down at the ground, he could feel his ears grow warm. "He's good for me too." he admitted.

"Okay, enough with this emotional crap.” Sal declared, throwing his arm over Tommy’s shoulders, “What's USC up by?" Sal asked as he picked up a beer from the table.

"What makes you think USC is winning?" Manny asked, clearly offended. A few others sporting UCLA’s baby blue jersey glared at them.

Tommy scoffed playfully as Buck and him sat back down with the group. "Because it's USC."

Sal, Tommy, and Buck were able to duck right in time as Manny and others threw food at them.

Buck did end up having a lot of fun Tommy's friends.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THE BATH- J. WASHINGTON

pairing: bf!josh x fem! reader

word count: who knows. small drabble

summary: you keep trying to have a bath at the lodge to warm up, but your golden retriever boyfriend josh keeps trying to come in and talk while you relax

warnings: none! nudity and light drinking, but all fluff

not proof read sorry for any mistakes!

not inspired by any song, but i listened to she calls me back by noah kahan while i wrote this, if people like music for vibes<3

got inspired for this drabble by none other then my cat, who keeps pushing the bathroom door open while im in the bath, and then leaves, and then when its shut he meows like crazy. yes josh is like a clingy cat.

it had been a long day, and the clock hadn't even struck ten yet. from hauling suitcases (josh hauling suitcases) and hours of (josh) driving, you had finally found yourself at blackwood mountain.

it was a relief, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the place, despite the dust and creepy noises from the old pipes. everyone had already arrived by the time josh rushed in to start a fire for you, after he sae you shiver.

he had rushed you up to the doors, wrapping you in his coat and sticking his beanie on your head, making his pretty dark hair all tossled. you smiled at the thought that had happened a few hours prior, the pepper of kisses all over your face as he rushed you inside, wrapping you in fresh blankets- leaving the mothcovered ones for mike and chris.

it was weird in a way, to be here this year.

this was the first time you were here as a couple. before this, it had been years of slight touches and teasing, drunk forehead kisses and praises. but finally- finally you had gotten your wish. and apparently, josh had too.

a little knock sounded at the door, and you poked your eye open towards the door, neck rolling lazily from where it rest on the side of the bath.

"mike if you come in here right now i will chuck this candle at you." you called. the door poked open a creak, and a familiar eye peered over at you. "am i immune to candle throwing?" josh asked, making you giggle.

"you're in the clear." you smirked, water sloshing as you adjusted yourself so your elbows perched on the edge towards him. "hi handsome. whats up?"

"i missed you." he shrugged crouching down to be at your height, a soft smile on his face. "i think its been.. like twenty? twenty mintues maybe?" you teased, making him roll his eyes.

"i also wanted to take advantage of this whole, bathroom thing. you know how many times i wanted to come in before? now i can. boyfriend access only." he smirked, hand coming up to brush your warm cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. his hand lingered and you leaned to kiss his inner wrist, savouring the softness of his skin.

"i think you're just a pervert. and clingy."

josh rolled his eyes. "god forbid men have hobbies. can i not be both?"

you laughed, kissing him again.

"i just wanted to come in to see if you needed anything. and cause i missed you, and chris is drunk and trying to get me to play president with him and matt."

he nearly became asshole in that game everytime. he was terrible at cards.

"what, you dont wanna be asshole again?"

"something like that. i like your ass though."

your eyebrow raised. "don't we all." you teased. "but hey, if you're offerring me something... maybe.. a glass of wine?"

he stood quickly, giving you a firm salute. he drank with you enough times to know exactly what kind you wanted without needing to ask. "godspeed pilgrim!" he ran out of the room, leaving the door wide open as he left.

"HEY! DOOR?! CLOSED PLEASE? IM NAKED!" you yelled out.

"OOOH NAKED?" you heard sam call out from the main room, making you roll your eyes. now you had them all riled up.

two seconds later, josh reappeared, glass of white in hand, water in the other. "thank you honey, but maybe next time shut the door? i almost had an audience." you cringed, taking the chilled wine glass from his hands. you took a sip, the sweet, dry liquid coating your throat.

"i get front row next time." he shrugged, planting a kiss on the top of your head before he snagged your towel.

"kay i'll leave you be baby. but im taking this so you have to come find me naked to dry off." he smirked, dangling the fabric in your direction before slipping out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

before you had time to protest, he was gone. you closed your eyes, sighing as you took another sip. he was such a tease. but thats what you loved about him. he never failed to make you laugh, he was so quick and witty.

it also meant he liked to get on your nerves, lovingly.

no longer then five minutes later, a knock was on your door. "yes?"

"its me again." josh murmered from behind the oak. you smiled, laughing softly.

"come in joshy." he sheeplishly smiled, sliding his large body through the doorway, firmly shutting it behind him. a deck of cards was in his hands as he approached you, sitting down on the tile floor next to the tub.

"can you play president with me?" he asked, starting to take the cards out of the paper box.

"baby, you can't play with two people."

he frowned. "well, can you teach me how to do this again? so i can kick everyones ass?"

you smiled. "of course baby. my sore, sore loser."

[l0relaii]

cockwarming with josh please please pretty please with a cherry on top 🙏🏻🙏🏻 or just misc. thoughts about him that you haven’t written about yet

oh well, since you asked so nicely i guess i have to write this ���

this is gonna be another long one, enjoy slutsss sjajw 🌝

you came home after a long day and found josh watching a psychology documentary for a college project

jeez he's so hot when he's all concentrated, his brows a bit furrowed and pretty green eyes so focused

you wish they'd stop for a second and focus on you instead

you decide to not disturb him, even though the ache between your legs only intensified when you leaned down where he was seated on the couch and landed a soft kiss to his cheek

he was startled a bit since he did not even notice when you entered his apartment, he didn't even hear you knocking over the old man that was speaking on tv, good thing he left the door unlocked

"oh hi babe, sorry if i ignored you, i was just so caught up i guess i didn't notice you"

"no problem josh, whatchu watching?"

"just some documentary for a project"

"that sounds.. fun"

"trust me, it's not"

he leans back on the couch cushions letting out a long sigh closing his eyes. after a moment he opens them and you can see a grin on his face when he notices you on your knees between his legs

"why don't you let me.. help you relax for a bit? i imagine it's veeery hard working when you have other.. problems"

your hand sneaks up his thigh and slides across his crotch the moment you say the last word

problems

huh, maybe he does need to relax a bit and let you take care of him.

no, knowing himself he'd forget all about the documentary and the project and he wouldn't get anything done if he surrenders to your offer

"as much as i appreciate your offer babe- i'll have to decline, at least until i'm done with this bullshit"

the little sly smirk on your face is replaced by a confused frown. what's wrong with him? he never refused you. maybe this project really is that important after all

"oh, okay then.."

you say as you lift yourself up and go around the couch heading for the bathroom

"i'm gonna take a bath"

"maybe if i'm done after that we can continue what we started"

"oh i like the sound of that.. in that case i'll take my time in the bathroom to let you finish"

it's been one hour. your skin got all wrinkly from how long you had sat in the water filled bathtub.

what were you expecting? for him to join you?

is that why you left the bathroom door wide open? or was it to listen and check if that goddamn documentary was finally over?

well it wasn't.

you could still hear that old man's voice from the living room, echoing through the hallway and into the bathroom

jesus, you wondered how could he listen so intently to him? you couldn't even process one thing that he said since you arrived home

maybe you just didn't care about anything he had to say, or you refused to listen to him out of spite for 'stealing' away your boyfriend, a childish way to behave but what could you do?

you came home from a long exhausting day and all you wanted was for josh to fuck you silly

you finally step out of the bathtub and wrap a towel around yourself before exiting the bathroom and heading back to the living room

if josh wasn't going to take a break on his own accord, you were going to make him

you move so fast, it's like you're possessed by something and can't control yourself. you step in front of the tv and drop your towel without even thinking

but then you snap out of your frenzy and realize what you've just done, your face heating up from the embarrassment

you can't even bring yourself to look at josh, but you don't have to do that to notice the way he's shifting on the couch

"come here"

"josh-"

"i said come here"

you obey him stepping towards the couch and only then you notice his pants and underwear are off. ohhh, so that's why he was shifting so much

"what has gotten into you, huh? can't even wait 'till i'm done baby?"

"i'm sorry i-"

"i don't think you are, i think you wanted this since the beginning sweetheart"

"josh, please-"

you don't get to finish because he's grabbing your hand and pulling you in his lap. your breath hitches when your back hits his chest. your skin is still a bit damp from your bath but he doesn't seem to care

"now, you're gonna sit still on my cock until it's all over and listen to every single damn thing, are we clear?"

"y-yes"

he lifts you a bit and drags his length through your already slick folds before nudging his tip at your entrance and pushing you all the way down

your breath hitches at the slight sting but you don't get to protest because he shoves a notebook and a pen in you hands

"maybe you could even help me a little with my notes, huh? you think you can do that?"

absolutely not. you spent the last hour despising the sound of anything from that documentary, and now you're expected to write down notes? oh hell n-

"yes josh"

"good girl.."

holy shit, what are you gonna do? how are you supposed to write anything with his cock pulsing deep inside you?

oh but that's not all.. the teasing bastard decided to start rubbing circles around your clit while nipping at your shoulder blade

"what's wrong babe..? is it hard? trying to do something and being constantly distracted?"

"mfuck, josh-"

his hand slaps down on your sensitive nub, not hard enough to cause actual pain, but hard enough to send a stinging feeling straight to your core

"ohh, d'you like that baby? you're squeezing me so damn hard, fuck-"

you can feel him throbbing inside you, is he close? jeez, and he hasn't even moved, and you're not sure he will with the iron grip his other hand has on your hip holding you down

"oh c'mon josh, this is ridiculous"

you say turning your head and trying to wiggle your hips a little. maybe you'll convince him to finally give you what you wanted all evening?

you feel another slap on your pussy, this time a little harsher than before

"eyes forward babe, you should be watching the documentary, not me. ohhh look, you haven't taken any notes?"

another slap.

"what a shame.. i guess we're gonna have to watch the whole thing again? maybe then you'll be a good girl and do as you're told.. how long was it? 2 or 3 hours if i remember correctly..? "

"jesus fucking christ josh, i'm sorry, look i'm writing please please don't start it over please"

you start scribbling down on the paper in a desperate attempt to make him change his mind

maybe you are gonna have to listen to this shit after all

and you notice that the old man's voice you heard from the bathroom is not that unpleasant at all, on the contrary, he captivates you

maybe that's why josh was so drawn to this thing in the first place

after you're done and you show him what you've written down josh praises you and actually starts moving his hips pulling you tightly into his chest

"that's my smart girl.. look at you darling.. maybe we should watch some more documentaries together from now on, huh?"

[junrenjun]

I’ve read your alpha Vernon fic like 12 times in the last hour I’m not even joking I think I’m obsessed- please please please more alpha Vernon if you’re up for it

72 Hours

alpha!vernon x omega!reader

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 6.7k

warnings: afab reader, unprotected sex (we are pretending they are on birth control okay?), a/b/o dynamics, heat sex, breeding kink, praise kink, bath sex, finally admitting feelings lol

HOUR 0 

Vernon’s attention is pulled away from the movie by the buzzing of his phone. Grumbling a bit due to the interruption, he clicks on the notification. It’s a snap from Joshua, a picture of the departure times on the airport screen. All of the flights have “delayed” printed next to them in bold red letters. He captioned the picture with a frowny face. How fitting. 

“Joshua’s flight is delayed,” Vernon says, looking up from his phone. Seungkwan doesn’t even glance up from where his gaze is fixed on the screen. A bit of popcorn falls from his hand as he shovels it toward his mouth. 

Annoyed with the lack of response, Vernon tosses a throw pillow at him. It hits him square on the side of the face and he chokes on the popcorn in his mouth. Coughing a little, he eventually recovers. “Yeah, that sucks or whatever, but was that really necessary?” his roommate argues, finally pulling his attention away from the movie. 

“Yes,” Vernon fires back, “you could at least pretend like you’re listening to me. And we should probably call Y/N.” 

Seungkwan has the audacity to look at him like he’s confused. “Y/N? Why would we need to call her?” 

The alpha slides a hand over his face in defeat. How did Seungkwan not see the problem here? “Josh was supposed to help her through her heat, like he always does. But now he’s not going to be here until at least tomorrow night or later and she’s due any second now.” 

His roommate simply gives him a weird look, shaking his head a bit. “Go help her yourself since you’re so in tune with her cycle” he mumbles, turning back to the TV and shoveling more popcorn into his mouth. 

Now it’s Vernon’s turn to be confused. Didn’t Seungkwan know that your heat hits every 3 months, on the 3rd week of the month, basically on the dot? Did his roommate not realize that you and Joshua both disappear on that same week like clockwork? And Joshua has outright talked about being your designated heat partner before, much to Vernon’s chagrin. If he had the choice, it would be him in your nest every 3 months. But you’ve never seemed to show any interest in Vernon and seem to be pretty content with the arrangement you and Josh have. 

Seungkwan must sense his inner turmoil from the other side of the couch, because he’s turning back toward the alpha with a sigh. “Vernon, everyone knows you have a thing for her. Just offer to help with her heat.”

When Vernon said they should call you, he meant to say that they should comfort you. Assure you that you would be okay, regardless of if you found someone to take Joshua’s place. Especially knowing that today could potentially be the last day of pre-heat, he’s sure the lack of a partner is stressing you out right now. 

But Seungkwan’s proposition sounds…like a horrible idea. While it makes his alpha rumble in delight, the rational part of him knows that it’s going to be detrimental for his heart. Seeing you in one of your most vulnerable states. Having sex with you. Getting to treat you like you are his and his only. Just for it to all end after a few days. How can he go back to being just friends with you after that?

He’s startled out of his stupor by his phone buzzing once again. But instead of a Snapchat notification, this time he’s met by your contact photo. You are calling him. He lets it ring for another second, before finally gaining the courage to answer. As he picks up, he walks out of the room, not granting Seungkwan the satisfaction of listening to his conversation. 

When he brings the phone to his ear, he’s instantly met with you panicking. You’re rambling about something Vernon can’t quite understand, but what he does pick up on is the strain in your voice. You must have been crying. Something deep within his chest aches at the sound. Before you can finish, he’s shushing you. “Y/N, honey, you need to calm down, I can’t understand you.” 

Vernon is a little startled at the “honey” that slips out of his mouth, and clearly you are too, with the way you’ve gone silent. The only thing that plays through his speakers is some muffled sniffling. “Good. Now tell me what’s wrong. Slowly.” 

You sniffle a few more times. “Did Joshua tell you his flight was delayed?” you ask, quietly. 

“Yeah,” Vernon says, a bit gentler now.

“He…” you pause, yet another sniffle coming through. “He was supposed to help me with my heat. And now I don’t think he’s going to be back in time. I haven’t spent a heat alone in years Vernon.” 

His heart aches at the way your voice cracks when you say “years.” All he wants is to wrap his arms around you, offering as much comfort as he can. But alas, he’s here in his own bedroom while you are…well he hopes you are in your own home. “Okay,” he acknowledges. “What can I do to help? Who did you spend your heat with before Joshua?”

“Johnny,” you immediately respond. “But he moved away.” 

“And before that?” Vernon asks. 

“...my ex,” you sob. Well fuck, now he really feels bad. He didn’t even know you had an ex. 

Sighing, Vernon rubs his forehead trying to figure this situation out. “Okay, there’s no one in this town right now that you would be willing to spend your heat with?” 

There’s an awkward silence as he waits for your answer. Vernon squirms nervously. “I wouldn’t say no one…”

HOUR 2 

Somehow that phone call ended up with a promise to help you. You made him pinky promise over the phone. Vernon doesn’t break promises. Especially not pinky promises made to basically-in-heat omegas. 

So here he is now, standing in front of your door tentatively, a duffle bag in hand. He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing here, if he;s being honest. He should probably knock. But before he can, the door is yanked open and you pull him inside. “I could smell you just standing there you know,” you say, pulling his jacket off. “If you stood there any longer you would catch a cold.” 

He finally takes a chance to look down at you. You’re clad in a green satin pajama set and wow you look good. Maybe it’s just his alpha brain speaking or your pre-heat pheromones swirling in the air, because it’s not really meant to be seductive. The shorts reach mid-thigh and the shirt covers everything except your neck and lower arms. But something about it is so enticing. 

Catching himself slipping, he pulls himself out of his stupor. “How long do you have?” he asks, running his hands down the bare skin of your arms. You shudder in response.

“An hour or two probably,” you whisper, closing your eyes and breathing in his scent. 

“Okay,” he responds, pulling away from your body. He tries his best to ignore your whines of protest. “Do you have anything prepped? Food? Water? Nest?” 

You take a step closer to him. “My nest has been ready for like years. Josh usually makes some rice for us beforehand though.” You say the last bit with a pout, staring off toward your kitchen wistfully. Likely thinking of how you miss Joshua, his own alpha tells him with a bit of a growl. 

“Just rice? Nothing else? What about water?” he asks once again. 

“I’ve got a case of water in my room and a bunch of snacks. We make rice to store in the fridge because it’s fast to heat up and pretty much the only thing I can stomach once I’m fully gone.” The final stages of pre-heat are hitting, and Vernon can tell from the way you lay your head against his chest as you say the last part of the sentence. 

Pushing you back up, he brushes some hair out of your face. “Okay. How about you take a nap while I make some rice?” You nod in response, lashes brushing your cheeks as you blink slowly. 

He guides you toward your bedroom slowly, letting you lean against him for support. Once you get there, he stops at the threshold and lets you open the door. As you enter, he turns to leave, eager to get started on some cooking. But your voice stops him in his tracks. “Tuck me in?” You need to stop being cute or Vernon might actually implode by the end of this week. He glances nervously at the bed where your nest is made. You haven’t given him permission to enter yet.

Like you can read his mind, you sigh and say, “Vernon. I wouldn’t have asked you to help with my heat if you didn’t have permission to enter my nest.” He nods, like he knew that all along, and finally enters your room. It smells heavily of you. The scent weighs down on him and he feels his own gland pulse in response. 

He follows you over to the bed, though it’s more of a mass of blankets and clothes than anything else. You plop down in the center and start to get comfortable as he hovers nervously at the side. That’s when he spots a hoodie of his own. One that he had thought he lost for some time now. One that mysteriously went missing after he and his friends watched a movie at your apartment. “You have one of my shirts in your nest?”

You eye the hoodie, nervously. Like you didn’t mean for him to see it. “You’re one of my friends and I trust you. I have a lot of things from friends in here.” 

Vernon feels so conflicted. While he hates that you keep calling him a friend, part of him preens at the fact that you stole a sweatshirt from him just for your nest. “How does Joshua feel about having stuff from another alpha in your nest?”

“Well it’s my nest and he’s not my alpha,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

The words “he’s not my alpha,” ring through Vernon’s head. He’s not sure if the sentiment makes him feel better or worse. Taking a step forward, he pulls the blanket up to your shoulders, tucking the sides under your body. You hum in content. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he reaches up and ruffles your hair a bit. “Sleep tight bug.” You hum once again. 

It takes a moment for Vernon to pull himself away from your nest and out to the kitchen. Though the stench of pre-heat is less concentrated outside of your room, it feels like it sticks to him. He feels lightheaded as he searches the cabinet for your rice cooker. What has he gotten himself into?

HOUR 5 

Many bowls of rice later, Vernon finds himself checking your room once again. You’re sleeping peacefully, tucked into a little ball. He seats himself on the corner of the bed and reaches out to hold the back of his hand to your forehead. Just as he suspected, you’re burning up already. He knew your heat was likely to come faster in the presence of an alpha. Especially an alpha you know you’ll be spending it with.

The touch makes you whine a little bit in your sleep. Vernon can’t help but coo at the cuteness. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden sound. “It’s fucking hot,” is all you manage to say as you come to.

He chuckles a bit, pulling himself farther into your bed. “Yeah? Do you want me to help?”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you let out a little hum. “Please scent me.” 

You don’t need to tell Vernon twice. He wiggles all the way into your nest, lying parallel to you. His nose meets the junction of your shoulder and you shiver in response. He drags his nose up and down the side of your neck, his alpha preening as goosebumps appear on your skin. Experimentally, he pokes his tongue out, taking the tiniest little lick at your gland. A sharp exhale leaves your mouth, but you don’t say anything. Taking it as a sign to continue, he licks a long stripe up your neck. Your heat pheromones taste sickly sweet on his tongue. If this is just how your skin tastes now, he can’t even imagine how sweet your slick will be in the throes of heat. 

He switches sides now, using a hand on your jaw to softly tilt your head to the side. He repeats the same process as before, but takes some time to rub his cheek on the spot behind your ear. Your scents thicken together in the air. It must really stir you up, because you suddenly press your lower body against his. “Please,” you mutter, eyes still closed. 

“Use your words bug,” he whispers into your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

You pant a bit, rolling your hips against his leg. It's at this moment that Vernon realizes he’s painfully hard already. God, he really hopes his gym habits are enough to sustain his stamina these next few days. “Want you to make me cum,” you tell him breathlessly.

You’re still grinding against his thigh and he realizes that this may be his chance to let you release some energy. If you tire yourself out at the beginning, the heat won’t be as strong later on. “Looks like you’re already doing it by yourself, bug. C’mon. Keep going.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, guiding your movements with a hand on your hip. With his help, you speed up. Vernon can feel a wet spot forming on his sweatpants and it takes a whole lot of self-restraint to keep himself from sniffing the air in search of your slick’s scent. “Need more,” you whisper. In response, he pushes his leg closer to you and flexes his quad. You gasp as your clit rubs deliciously on the muscle. 

Vernon can tell you’re right on the edge. He feels your legs tremble, then he pulls away at the last minute. “What the fuck Vernon!” you exclaim breathlessly. When he looks up, your eyes are wide open, pupils blown and your chest is heaving. Oh, he so fucked after this. 

“You’ll cum eventually, bug. I promise. But if I tease you enough, work you up enough, your heat will break for longer once you finally cum.” He explains, hoping you’re not too deep into the heat mindset yet. If you are, no explanation will work. You’ll be too far gone to understand anything but the need to orgasm and be bred. 

He can see the skepticism on your face, but you give in. “Okay. But if you don’t make me cum soon, I’m making Josh take your place the second he gets back.” 

At the mention of the other alpha, Vernon growls embarrassingly loud. Honestly, he didn’t even know he was growling until he saw the surprised look on your face. “Bug, I know it was just a joke but maybe don’t mention other alphas while I’m literally in your heat nest.” 

You look back at him unamused. “Just make me cum Vernon.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

HOUR 7

So far, all of Vernon’s predictions have been correct. 1) You have the prettiest body he’s even seen. 2) Your slick tastes absolutely heavenly. 3) The face you make when you cum is worth every single ounce of effort. 

So much runs through his mind as he watches you finally reach release after 2 hours of edging. Did you complain every single time he pulled his fingers and tongue away? Yes. Does his dick feel numb from being achingly hard this long? Yep. Is there a giant wet spot on the front of his pants? Obviously. But was it all worth it for these few seconds he gets to watch you writhe in ecstasy? Absolutely. 

As you make your way down from your high, Vernon comfortingly rubs his hands along your thighs. “Good girl,” he says, voice low. In response to his praise, you keen. Loud. It takes you both by surprise, if the embarrassed look on your face is any indication. 

For a second, you both just stare at each other. He takes a second to appreciate how beautiful you look. Hair mussed, blush tinting your cheeks, sweat coating your forehead. Everything about you is perfect. But he figures he better say something because you look even more mortified every second. “So praise is what gets you going, huh bug?”

You whine and turn yourself over, burying your face into the sheets. He chuckles at your lack of response, pulling himself up to lay next to you. In the silence, he lightly draws little shapes onto the nape of your neck. You shiver. “Don’t go all shy on me now,” he comments. 

His taunting makes you turn around to face him. “I’ve never done that before,” you admit after a few seconds. 

Now this takes him by surprise. “You’ve never keened before?” he asks, pushing a stray hair out of your face. 

“Nope. I kind of thought it was one of those myths they tell you about heats,” you say. 

“Oh,” Vernon blurts. “I didn’t know it was a heat thing. I’ve had an omega keen during regular sex before.” 

You’re silent for a moment while processing this new information. It begins to worry him. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought up having sex with another omega while he’s in your nest. God, he’s so stupid. 

Finally, you speak. “Well you are good in bed. Pretty worthy of a keen outside of a heat, I guess.” 

“You guess?” he retorts. “You haven’t even had the real thing yet.”

“Whatever,” you say, rolling your eyes and pushing lightly at his chest. “I’m tired.” 

He can tell your eyes are getting droopy. Now that your body has processed that the sex is over (for the time being), it’s forcing you to shut down. Making you conserve some energy until the hormones kick back in. Shit, he should really get some fluids in your system before you’re out. He scrambles out of bed, ignoring your whine of protest, and locates the water bottles on your floor. Grabbing an electrolyte packet from the top of your dresser, he preps the water for you. 

When he turns back around, you already have your face buried in a pillow. He runs back over, turning you around while you blink lazily at him. “C’mon you gotta drink some water first.” He uncaps the bottle and holds it to your lips. 

You push it away, mumbling “I’m too tired.” 

He watches as your eyes droop and you attempt to turn around once more. “No, no. Bug you gotta drink something before you go to bed. You’ll be dehydrated.”

You shake your head in denial. If there was one thing Vernon was not prepared for, it was this. Most omegas are usually pliant and willing to meet an alpha's demand in heat. Why are you not? It should be instinctual. Oh. He has to play with your instincts. As much as he doesn’t want to (his mom raised him right, okay?), he really needs you to drink this water. An ER trip with a heat-ridden omega that you aren’t mated to sounds like a recipe for disaster. “Alpha wants you to drink the water.” The words feel foreign coming out of his mouth.

Like a switch flipped in your brain, you look back up at him. “It will make Alpha happy if I drink the water?” He nods. You take the water out of his hands wordlessly and drain the entire bottle.

He sighs in relief. “Okay. You can sleep now, bug.” You’re practically out before your head hits the pillow. 

As much as he wants to tuck himself into bed next to you, Vernon feels gross and sticky. And doesn’t want to invade your privacy. You look comfy all curled up in your nest anyways. He drags himself to your bathroom, where he strips and rinses off the shower. For a minute, he has the thought to jerk off. But the thought that you could wake at any time and be ready for another round prevents him from doing so. 

Once he finally feels clean, he changes into a clean pair of sweats. He watches you for a few minutes, making sure you’re still sleeping soundly. He feels like a creep until he remembers that this is a totally normal instinct for him to be feeling right now. His omega is in heat, in their most vulnerable moments. Of course he wants to watch over them. 

Wait. Did he just say his omega? Oh, this is bad. He’s never going to recover from this week. 

In an attempt to distract himself, he ventures out to the kitchen in search of dinner. He manages to find some instant ramen in your pantry and starts preparing some. He checks his phone, letting Seungkwan know that yes, he’s still alive. No he has not died of suffocation by pussy yet. There’s an unopened message from Joshua asking if everything is going okay. Vernon just barely catches himself before he can let out a hushed growl. He tries his best to respond politely. 

Later, his ramen is gone and he’s done enough Instagram doom scrolling. He takes the opportunity to check on you one more time. Sure enough, you’re perfectly fine. It doesn’t quite soothe his instincts though. Pushing them aside, he settles himself into the couch for the night. He uses one of your throw pillows and the blanket you always leave in the living room. Everything smells like you and it pleases his instincts thoroughly. Though he tosses and turns for a while, sleep finally takes him. 

HOUR 17

A loud sob wakes Vernon up from deep sleep. He doesn’t even bother to check the time, he just books it to your room. Your door practically slams against the wall. “What’s wrong?” he asks frantically. 

Your head whips around to where he’s standing in the doorway. “You’re here,” you sniffle, somewhat surprised. 

“Umm yes?” 

“I thought you left Alpha. Thought you didn’t want to stay with me.”

Vernon’s heart breaks. How could he be so stupid? He played with your instincts to get you to drink that water last night. Of course you would wake up in a headspace. Part of him wants to go straight to your nest and scent you. Assure you that he’s right here and he’ll be here the whole time. But part of him is fiending to bring you food. Based on the sunlight filtering in through your curtains, it has to have been over 12 hours since your last meal. 

“I slept on the couch bug. To give you some space last night. I’ve been here the whole time. Are you hungry?” You quickly shake your head in denial. “Are you sure? It’s been a while since you’ve eaten.” You stare down at your stomach wordlessly, like it’s going to answer for you. He sighs. “Okay. I’m going to get you some rice. Stay right there. If Alpha isn’t back in 5 minutes you can call out for him okay?” You nod, tentatively. The headspace must be heavy right now. 

As fast as he can, he runs out into the kitchen and heats up a bowl of rice. He debates finding something more nutritious to add to it, but he doesn’t really have the time to. He makes it back to your room in record time. 

“Eat,” he says, setting the bowl in front of you. He frames it as a statement, not a question. If he’s right about the whole headspace thing, you won’t resist. Sure enough, you pick up the fork and start to poke around at the rice. While you eat, he preps another water bottle and grabs a protein bar from your nightstand drawer. 

You eye the protein bar when he sits it down in front of you. “It’s too much,” you say, poutily. 

“Try,” he urges. You pout once more. In the end, you finish the rice and the water, with the protein bar about half eaten. Vernon considers it a win. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Now that you’re here, yeah,” you whisper, tucking your head into his shoulder. 

He reaches down to pet your hair. “I’m sorry I left you in here alone last night. You didn’t really say anything about where to sleep. I didn’t know if waking up to a random alpha would set you off.” 

“I thought it was implied with the whole helping me through my heat thing,” you mumble into his shirt. You pause for a moment, before turning your head to look up at him. “And you’re not a random alpha. I’ve known you for a while now. My omega is comfortable with you.”

The statement is like music to Vernon’s ears. There’s nothing better than knowing your inner omega trusts him and his alpha. “Okay,” he concedes. “‘I’ll sleep in here tonight if you want me to.” 

You nod, but before you can speak, your face twists in pain. “What’s wrong?” he asks as you lean back on the bed.

“Just cramps,” you say, eyes screwed shut. 

“Okay,” he says as he hovers over you. “What can I do?” 

You peek one eye open and smile sheepishly. “I think you know.”

“A knot?” he confirms

You nod, eyes closed once again. “A knot.”

Vernon has to take a deep breath to remember that this is in fact reality, and not a dream. “Where do you want me to start?” he asks, running a finger down your bare arm. 

You shudder in response. “Wherever you want.” 

He sees your shirt ride up a bit, exposing your stomach. Seizing the opportunity, he pulls the shirt even higher, leaning down to press soft kisses to the skin there. His free hand trails down to your thigh and begins to tease. His thumb pushes the end of your shorts upward, lightly brushing over the scent gland there. The contact makes you whine. 

He takes his time with it, gently teasing you through your underwear with slow, agonizing circles on your clit. His other hand grips your thigh while he mouths at the skin of your hip. It leaves you breathless. 

Vernon isn’t much better himself. The scent of your slick is heavy in the air, sweet and enticing. Soft moans fill his ears. It makes him dizzy. 

You must get fed up with the slow pace, because your hips start to wriggle away and you push yourself up on your elbows. “Are you going to give me your knot or what?”

He chuckles at your words and pulls himself up so he’s face to face with you. “So impatient,” he chides. 

Your face twists in annoyance. “Seriously Vernon if you don’t pull your dick out soon I’m going to…”

His lips find yours, cutting you off with a soft kiss. When he finally pulls away, you are silent once again. “Be good for me,” he mumbles, breath tickling your face. He reaches down and begins to pull off his pajama pants. Once you realize what he’s doing, you scramble to do the same. As much as Vernon wanted to undress you himself, the image of you easing your panties down your legs will be burned into his memory forever. 

He runs a finger up the apex of your thigh, then sweeps through the slick collecting in your folds. You gasp and your eyes flutter shut in response. “All this for me?” he teases. Honestly, he expected a snarky response from you, so it takes him by surprise when you eagerly nod.

He pulls his hand away to pump himself a few times. Not that he really needs it, he’s been hard since the words “a knot” left your mouth. You open your eyes once you notice the lack of contact and he watches your line of sight move down. He can practically see the gears turning in your heat-addled brain. “...’s so big.” 

It takes everything in Vernon’s power to not cum on the spot. “Oh god, Bug you can’t say things like that.” 

“Want it in me,” you mumble, reaching out to pull him closer.

He shakes his head. “Gotta stretch you out first.”

A loud whine leaves your throat. “No.”

“Bug seriously, I need to prep you.”

At this, you look up at him through your lashes. Tears begin to well in your eyes and threaten to spill. “Please just fuck me. I can’t take it.”

Vernon can’t even look at you anymore. He squeezes his eyes shut, a never-ending string of “don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum,” rattling around in his brain. The mental image of you, the omega of his dreams, crying and begging him to fuck you, is almost too much. 

He gives himself one more second to cool down before lining himself up at your entrance. His tip rubs deliciously against you and he leans down to lick gently at your scent gland. You hum satisfactorily at this. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he whispers against your skin.

Once he feels you nod in approval, he pushes in. Your wetness offers little to no resistance and he’s able to bottom out quickly. Though he has to take a second to ground himself, with the way you are gripping him like crazy. He feels you panting against his neck. “Please move,” you finally tell him. And who is Vernon to deny that request? 

Slowly, he starts to move in and out. You writhe at the friction, one hand twisted in the bedsheets and the other pawing at his back. He cringes when he hears the way your slick squelches, but settles once you let out a pretty moan. “Feel good?” he asks.

You nod, little gasps leaving your mouth. He picks up the pace at that. The room fills with the smell of your combined scents and Vernon’s alpha preens. He gets even more of an ego boost when he angles his hips up and you keen as he hits your sweet spot. “Vernon please,” you beg.

“I’ve got you bug,” he breathes. He crooks his hips up a tiny bit more, trying to hit that same spot over and over. It must work because your breath hitches and you clench around him. He can’t help but whimper at the tightness. 

Looking down, Vernon can’t help but think that he wants this to last forever. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Both your scents mixing deliciously in the air. The feeling of you wrapped around him. That’s all he can really ask for. Except marriage and a few babies maybe. 

The thought of babies immediately sends his alpha into overdrive and, before he knows it, he’s whispering in your ear. “Gonna fill you up,” he grunts. “Get you nice and round with my pups, yeah?” Once the words leave his mouth, he realizes what he’s done. What if you’re not into that? Are you going to be mad at him? But the garbled “please please please” that leaves your mouth is enough to silence his negative thoughts. 

Maybe it’s the heavenly sounds you’re making or maybe it’s the thought of you pregnant that winds him up, but finally he feels the base of his knot start to swell. It catches slightly on your walls, so he reaches down to play with your clit in an attempt to relax your muscles. 

Fast circles with his thumb seem to do the trick. He buries himself inside you fully and it’s enough to push you over the edge. You spasm around him and he feels a gush of slick drip out of you. The feeling has him cumming immediately in one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. Shockwaves run through his body and he has to set his head down on your shoulder. 

When he comes back to, he realizes his knot is already fully inflated. You’re still throbbing and the overstimulation is almost painful. Slowly, he turns so that you are both laying on your sides. Your eyes finally flutter back open and, wow, do you look cock drunk. “Feel better?” he asks.

You roll your eyes but nod at the same time. How cute. “Sleepy,” you mumble, head lolling onto his chest. 

“Okay,” he concedes, knowing better than to stop you. “Sleep well bug.”

He watches as your breathing evens out, waiting for the cue that you are fully asleep. Once he’s sure you aren’t awake, he mumbles a soft “I love you” into your hair. 

HOUR 43

Vernon has never felt so tired in his life. He’s lost count of how many times he’s cum, how many knots he’s given you. He definitely overestimated the influential power of an omega in heat. No matter how hard he tries, it feels impossible to say no to you. 

You’re writhing on the bed underneath him. He’s made you cum with his fingers so many times that they’ve practically shriveled up. “Please Nonie. Want you to fill me up so bad.”

“I don’t think I can,” he tells you gently. 

“Please?” you beg. “I need it.”

He takes a deep breath to reel in his patience. “Bug I think there’s more of my cum in you than there is in me.” 

“It’s still not enough,” you whine. 

This is the most desperate he’s seen you so far. Part of him feels perverted that he enjoys the way you beg for him. Another part of him, mainly his alpha, feels elated.

He listens to your cries a few seconds longer before reminding himself that he may never get to see you like this again. So he makes true to his word, and fills you up again and again and again.

HOUR 61

“I think I only need one more knot,” you tell him, tracing patterns onto his back. The feeling of your finger running gently across his skin makes the hair on his arms prickle. 

“Really?” he asks, turning around to look at you. “We’re barely into day 3.”

You shrug. “I can feel it.” 

He gives you a knowing look. “Do you want it now?” 

After a few moments of thought, you shake your head. “Can we shower first?”

He reaches a hand down to your legs, gently brushing the meat of your thigh. “Can you stand long enough for a shower? Or should I run a bath?” 

“A bath would be nice,” you mumble. 

A soft kiss is pressed to your forehead before he pulls himself out of the nest. His own legs feel like jelly, but he does his best to ignore it. The same way he ignores the small whine that he hears escape your mouth as he leaves the room. He can’t let himself get attached. 

HOUR 62

A strangled gasp leaves your lips as Vernon pushes all the way into you. “...mmm, so much for a bath,” you mutter.

He chuckles into the back of your neck. “You asked for this bug.”

“I know, I ju-just…ah right there. Bath sex is my…my favorite part of heats” you admit. 

“Mmm,” he mumbles. “Should’ve told me that sooner.” 

You lean back to lay full against Vernon’s shoulder. His head sits right next to yours, and he lets himself drop it to rest against the junction of your neck. He loses himself in the sensation of you wrapped around him. 

The rhythm is slow, sensual. But he’s learned enough about your body language that he can tell it’s doing the job. Your walls pulse around him. Your breathing is erratic. Your toes curl and soft moans leave your mouth. He tries to savor it. After all, this is probably the last time he’ll ever see you like this. 

He lets himself indulge a bit this round. His teeth graze your scent gland as he knots you. Nothing close to the bite he wants to put there, but enough to quell the urge that’s been there the past few days. It sets you off once again, cumming for the 2nd time in just minutes. He tries to ignore the fact that you want it just as bad as he does. 

HOUR 72

Days later and your heat finally broken, you find yourself snuggled into the couch with Vernon. The movie you have playing is nothing more than background noise.

“Sooo…didn’t know you had a breeding kink” he teases, poking your foot.

You roll your eyes at him. “Heats were literally created for breeding. Of course I was into it.”

He looks down, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I guess that’s true.”

“What?” you question. “Do you not promise to knock up all the omegas you help through heat?”

Vernon knocks the surprise off his face a split second too late. “No?” The crack in his voice definitely gives him away.

“Vernon!” you exclaim, slapping him on the arm, scandalized. “You did not just let me take your heat virginity!”

Embarrassed, he runs his hands over his face. “Don’t call it that!” he whines. 

You laugh lightheartedly. “If it makes you feel better, I couldn’t tell. You did everything right.” 

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Except I left you alone that first night.”

You reach out to touch his leg comfortingly. It’s clear that you understand how bad he actually feels about that. “Yeah but it’s not like you got the rundown of what I wanted beforehand. You were just respecting my boundaries.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” he nods, not very convincingly. 

“You’re a good alpha, Vernon.” The statement hits him in the head like a hammer. It rings around in his skull for what feels like hours. 

He peeks up at you shyly. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you tell him with a smile on your face. “You took good care of me. Fed me, kept me clean. And…” your eyes trail down to look at his lips.

“And?”

Nothing would prepare him for the devastation of what you say next. “And I wish you would do that all the time.” Surely you don’t mean that in the way he thinks you do. It’s all about the heat right?

“You don’t want Josh to come back for your next heat?”

You inch closer to him on the couch. “No, I want you. I want you all the time. Not just during my heat.”

Oh. Oh. Realization hits him like a truck. “You like me too?”

“Of course I do. Why else would I ask you to help me this week?”

The words leave his lips before he can catch himself. “Because you had no other option.”

“No you idiot,” you say while smacking his thigh lightly. “I’ve just been too chicken to ask you before.”

Surely this can’t be right. Have you been showing him hints this whole time? Was he just too blind to see it? “You spend your heats with Josh though…” he thinks out loud. 

“He offered to help with my first heat after Johnny left,” you explain. “I called him your name in the middle of it and he’s been begging me to ask you since then. I was scared that you weren’t interested.”

Vernon feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. You really do like him back. Before he can stop himself, he leans down and captures your mouth with his. You immediately kiss him back, hooking your arms around his neck. You both stay there for what feels like forever. 

Finally, you pull away to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his. After a moment, a notification from your phone has you reluctantly pulling back. It’s a text from Joshua.

Josh

Sooooo

My flight wasn’t actually delayed

You and Vernon admitted you like each other right?

    You

      I hate you

Josh

Worth it though?

    You           Worth it.

[admirationandromantics]

knowing josh has a canon fear of isolation i imagine he always wants to be as close to you as possible

whenever he's driving he has a hand on your thigh, when you're sitting on the couch he lays his head in your lap, he loooves showering or bathing together with all the intimate non sexual touches

but when it does get sexual he's just as close as possible to you. his favourite positions? probably missionary or side fucking so he gets to be glued to you

god i need this man so much 🙏

This is what I mean when I say his love language is touch!! It is, and it doesn’t always need to be sexual. I’m definitely this type of person, and I need to know that I basically have the “option” to caress my partner or touch them all the time. That’s just what things are like. Anyways, enjoy some intimacy with our favorite Joshy. 

Intimate Touches

He’s a sucker for holding hands, no matter where you are. Taking a walk? Holding hands. Shopping? Holding hands. Even when you’re just sitting? Yes, you’re holding hands. 

If your hand is not free for him, he’ll usually leave a hand on your upper thigh or rest it on your knee. If you’re watching movies or sitting on a couch, his arm drapes around you (yes, he’s “counting shoulders”) and rubs soft circles on your shoulder. 

He loves when you sit or lay in his lap. Legs over him, he’ll spend time massaging them, just for a chance to not take his hands off you. If you sit below him or have your head in his lap, he’ll snuggle into you, massage or just stroke carefully. He needs physical contact, no doubt about it. 

He doesn’t waste the chance to lay his head in your lap as well, enjoying your fingers and nails combing through his hair. He’ll lean deeper into it, face burying itself in your stomach and arms going around your waist. 

The hugs are the best, arms holding you tightly and holding on for several seconds longer than necessarily. Sometimes he even lifts you up, holding you in the air a couple of seconds before putting you down again. 

Speaking of him carrying you, you’re allowed to piggy back. Maybe not for too long, but when he feels like it, he’ll just bend down and tell you to get up while you laugh. 

Taking a bath or a shower? He’s there, either putting on your face mask or washing you. Sweet kisses while you lay together in the bathtub, or getting to rub your hands all over him in the shower, cleaning him up. 

He also loves running his fingers through it. Braiding and combing as well. I think it feels calming, getting to pamper and work on you. While you do your hair in the morning, he’ll come up behind you, arms around your torso and resting his head on your shoulder while looking in the mirror. “Good morning, beautiful” 

Kissing you all over when you’re cuddling, and falling asleep with his head on your chest, hands in his hair and on his back, stroking in slow motions. Other sleep positions include you burying your head in his neck, legs tangled together and an arm under and over you. 

And now! The sex. I know exactly what you’re thinking, and I agree. As close and intimate as possible, at all times. Whether that’s straddling him, face to face in his lap, bent over in front of the mirror or laying down in missionary (yes, he loves holding your hands during this as well)

When you wake up in the morning, spooning, and it just turns to him plunging into you and sidefucking until you both come and decide to take a shower.

[punksyeet]

- I Hate You, I Love You 2 ❥

Plot: A singular apology is all it took. Did he mean it? Who knows. But it worked.

Warnings: Mature language, manipulation, toxicity, & filthy smut!

A/N: welcome to the second and final part of ihyily <3 i had so many different ideas for this to the point where it almost became another mini series but i fear i only have the mental capacity to write one at a time so this is a little lengthy dhdjejdjsjs 🫣 anywhooo (as stated in warnings) this part does contain some manipulation and toxicity, so please keep that in mind while reading. enjoy! 🤍

part one is here! <3

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** jon’s pov! **

the low hum of josh and i’s rental car takes over as i turn the corner of gianna’s block.

he offered to come along for moral support, but i quickly shut the idea down, knowing i’d be begging this woman for forgiveness at some point.

and while i love my brother to death, that mother fucker is as unserious and tease-loving as they come.

i can just hear it now.

“she got you whipped huh, big bro? big jim on his hands and knees for a whole woman.”

fuck nah.

as i pull up to the front of her place, a flood of memories start coming back.

all them nights where i would come home from a show, tired as hell.

she’d open the door and immediately embrace me, even when i ain’t get the chance to shower at the arena sometimes.

that same night would be filled with stolen kisses in the bath, naked massages, and love making until the sun rose the next morning.

if only i realized what i had at the time.

man i fucked up so bad.

but josh is right. i need to take this one last chance while it’s in front of me. one last chance to make shit right.

i need my lady again. and i intend on getting her back. tonight.

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** gianna’s pov! **

“can i get a sesame chicken combo with white rice, an egg roll on the side, and a quart of egg drop soup please?” i ask the woman on the phone, fiddling with the tie on my plush, light pink robe.

with unintentionally shutting down my mom earlier and, even cutting my toe on a piece of glass while cleaning the broken glass from my mini crashout up, today has been hell.

i mean, every day since jon walked out the door has been hell, but today was just shit.

and what way to make it better than with the one thing that will never betray me: food.

“of course,” she responds, a cheery tone in her voice. “and you said that’s for delivery right?”

“yes,” i reply, before confirming my address and giving her my debit card number.

the faint sound of acrylics tapping on a screen take over before she speaks up again. “perfect. your food should arrive within the next forty five minutes or so.”

i thank her and hang up, immediately tossing my phone to the side and getting up.

i head to the bathroom and, by the time i get there, the faint sound of knocks on my door make me freeze in my tracks.

the last person that came to visit me was….no, it can’t be.

i slowly walk back into the living room and peek outside my living room window.

a black suv is parked right outside.

but it’s not just any black suv.

it’s his.

my breath hitches in my throat.

there’s no way.

brushing away a tear that managed to slip away, i sniffle and take a deep breath before opening the door.

the sight i’m brought with is equivalent to repeatedly being punched in my ribs.

jonathan fatu. the liar. the cheater. the damn near forty year old that swears he’s still sixteen. with a bouquet of my favorite flowers, no less.

and like nothing has happened, like the last time i saw him wasn’t literal months ago, he clears his throat.

“hey girl,” he says, confidence oozing in his tone.

i blink in response.

hi? that’s all? fucking hi?

my nostrils flare and my grip on the doorknob gets tighter.

“can we talk?” he asks, the slightest bit of hope in his voice.

and then, my mouth moves faster than my brain.

“are you fucking crazy, jonathan?” i ask, the expression on my face giving away nothing, but telling him oh so much.

this time, he blinks in response, his face hanging out like a moron.

like he’s completely innocent.

like he’s the reason i haven’t been a bundle of depression since he walked out this exact door all those months ago.

“brother and i are in town for work and i…uh…” he mutters, looking down at the flowers. “i wanted to come see you.”

“for fucking what?” i ask, throwing up my hands. “eleven months later and you finally care to show your face again. what in god’s name could you possibly want from me?”

he takes a deep breath before looking back up at me. “just to talk. that’s all. i swear.”

i shake my head, letting out a soft but extremely bitter laugh. “no. no you don’t get to use those words anymore, jon. your ‘i swear’ means jack shit. just like everything else that comes out of that hole in your face.”

he licks his lower lip and blinks in response.

“so again i ask,” i continue. “why the fuck are you here?”

“ba-“

“don’t,” i cut him off. “don’t you dare.”

he takes another deep breath before nodding slightly. “gi i…i just wanted to talk to you. it’s been so long.”

i scoff, placing a hand on my hip. “you don’t say.”

he looks back down at the flowers before holding them out to me. “i need to apologize, gianna. i can’t live without you no more.”

“you seem to have done a great job of that for the last year,” i reply, looking him up and down.

he shakes his head, taking the hint and putting his arm back down. “baby i-“

“goodbye, jonathan.”

just seconds from the door closing, his foot appears between it and the door frame, causing me to look back up at him.

“i just wanna talk,” he says again, much deeper now.

“if you don’t wanna be put into early retirement, i suggest you move your bitch ass foot now.”

“just gimme a fuckin’ chance, man.”

i open it back up and give him a “bitch are you serious?” look.

“a chance? a chance, jonathan?” i spit out, stepping closer. “your lying, cheating, caniving ass is begging for a fucking chance?”

he runs a hand down his face. “aight aight, not a chance. just five minutes at least? please?”

i run a hand through my hair.

maybe if i give him this he’ll finally stay out of my life.

for good.

“five minutes,” i repeat, emphasizing the ‘five’, opening the door wider and standing aside.

he gives me a soft smile and walks in, stopping mid way to scan the living room.

when the door closes, the turns back around.

i lean against it and cross my arms over my chest, waiting.

“i like what you’ve done with the place,” he exclaims, nodding towards the kitchen, which i recently got redone due to the memories of us at home depot looking for renovation designs.

i roll my eyes and look back at him. “get to the point, dickhead.”

he licks his lower lip in attempt of hiding a shit eating smirk and steps closer.

i let out an exasperated sigh, now tapping my foot.

“aight uh…” he begins, placing the flowers on the banister of the stairs. “first off, i wanna let you know how bad i regret what i did.”

he stops again to run a hand over his face, subtly wiping away tears in the process.

when i show zero emotion, he continues.

“i know how bad i hurt you, bae. i didn’t understand it at the time, but i’m well aware now.”

i stare deep into his eyes, stroking my arm.

“the truth is, i never thought i was worthy of your love. hell, i still don’t. your perfect, gi. your loyal, kind, compassionate, you love unconditionally. and i ain’t worthy of that shit. i don’t deserve it. i never deserved you.”

“and you thought betraying me would change any of that?” i ask, tilting my head to the side slightly. “like turning your back on what we had would make you feel any better?”

when he’s silent, i speak up again.

“do you have any idea how much i loved you, jon? how much i fucking adored you?”

“yes,” he responds immediately. “i knew how much you loved me. and that’s why i walked away.”

i narrow my eyes in confusion.

“because i felt so undeserving of you, i ain’t wanna hurt you. you deserved so much better than me, gianna.”

i put up a hand, shaking my head. “so let me get this straight. instead of breaking up with me, you went out and cheated on me, thinking that it would hurt me less?”

he chews on his bottom lip, nodding slowly.

when i scoff and turn around for the doorknob, he reaches out to hold my waist.

“don’t,” i scold him, backing away from his touch. “don’t touch me.”

he sighs.

“you need to leave,” i continue. “now.”

“baby please,” he begs, walking closer and taking my hand and placing kisses on my knuckles. “gi, i’ve changed. i promise. lemme prove it to you. please.”

i pull my hand away and open the door. “get out, jon. i don’t ever wanna see you again.”

he scoffs. “you serious?”

“do i look like i’m joking?” i ask, mocking his bitchy tone.

his desperate expression turns into a bitter smirk, as he fixes the lid of his snapback. “aight, girl. i’ll leave.”

when he continues to stand there, i nod towards the door. “well? the door is wide open for you.”

he lets out a deep, breathy laugh, showcasing his beautiful smile. “just don’t call me when you’re craving this dick again.”

oh.

my expression fades as he leans in to press a wet kiss to my cheek and starts walking out.

i reach out and tug on his arm, to which he turns around.

i take a deep breath, scanning his body slowly.

fuck it.

with one swift motion, i pull him back in the house, close the door behind us, and pull him in by his chain.

from the second his lips touch mine, it all comes back.

except this time, it’s all the happy memories.

more specifically, how much he loved me. and i loved him.

“i missed these lips so much ma,” he breathes against my skin, dragging his tongue across my lower lip.

“shut the fuck up,” i scold, my voice just above a whisper.

he smirks and lifts me by my thighs, grabbing ahold of my ass and bringing us upstairs.

the kiss never breaks until he practically throws me on the bed.

i damn near drool all over myself when he begins to lift his shirt ever so slowly.

“hurry the fuck up and stop being a tease,” i demand, getting up and pulling it over his head.

he lets out a dark chuckle before pulling me in by my waist and flattening out his tongue to run down my neck.

“fuck jon,” i whisper as he sucks gently just below my ear.

“daddy could never forget your favorite spots little girl,” he mutters, undoing the tie on my robe.

i slide my arms out of it and throw it across the room, now showcasing my entire naked figure.

he pulls away and scans my body, licking his lips.

“even more sexy than i remember,” he growls, reaching out to caress my breasts.

i let out a whimper as he takes one of my nipples between his index finger and thumb, playfully squeezing it.

he smirks, biting his lower lip. “such a sensitive little girl.”

i reach up and pull him back in by his chain once more, claiming his lips and falling back onto the bed.

“get this shit off,” i demand, playing with the waistband of his boxers, which are ever so slightly peeking out of his black skinny jeans.

“yes ma’am,” he teases, placing a wet kiss on my lips before standing up and removing what’s rest of his clothes.

and from the second my eyes are reunited with him, i turn into putty on the mattress.

“look how excited he is,” jon teases, grabbing ahold of his length and sliding his tip between my folds. “he missed you, bae. we missed you.”

“j-jon please,” i beg, throwing my head back.

he smirks, grabbing my face with his free hand and forcing me to look into his eyes. “please what, mama? tell daddy whatchu need.”

i whimper, my eyelids fluttering closed, as he begins to push his tip in.

“f-uck me,” i reply, tugging on his chain. “p-please.”

he smirks, stroking my cheek. “sweetheart, you can be louder than that. what happened to that bitchy ass mouth, huh?”

“fuck meee!” i whine, bucking my hips and uncontrollably grinding against his tip. “i need you so bad, jon, fuck!”

“there she is,” he mutters against the shell of my ear. “my greedy girl.”

———————————————————————————————

the quiet sound of crickets outside my bedroom window takes over as i gently trace the tattoos on his arm.

“i missed you so bad bae,” he mutters, pressing deep kisses into my hair. “missed my pussy so much.”

when i don’t respond, he gently lifts my chin.

when my eyes meet his, his gaze immediately softens. “you alright?”

i nod gently. “just tired i guess.”

except that couldn’t be more of a lie.

i’m anything but tired, especially with the way he just fucked me like it was our first time all over again.

if anything, i’m on cloud nine.

what i really am though, is disappointed in myself.

why did i let him back in? how could i do this to myself?

he smiles softly and presses his lips to mine for a quick kiss. “get some sleep, ma. i ain’t leaving.”

i nod again and take a deep breath through my nose, laying my head back down on his chest.

———————————————————————————————

my eyelids slowly flutter open.

instead of a curtain with sunshine peeking through, i see nothing but darkness.

i look over at my alarm clock.

3:23 AM.

i sigh and attempt to roll over, the soreness from in between my legs immediately reminding me of what happened just hours ago.

i eventually make it to my side and go to cuddle deeper into his arms, only to be brought with empty sheets.

he’s gone. again.

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[eltingvilleclubconfession]

I know I’m delusional as hell for thinking so highly of Josh, but omg I literally love him so much. It comes from a place of “I can fix him.” and I’m not ashamed of this at all. Just look at him!!!!!!!!! He’s like a cuddly angry teddy bear and I just want him all to myself so I can make him take a bath, take care of his curly hair and make him feel loved all at the same time OMG I’m obsessed. I headcannon that he would be outwardly boastful about being in a relationship at first, but then gradually become the weirdest, most precious sweetheart because somebody actually loves him and his interests!!!!!! He just needs love (and copious amounts of therapy) and I would take him to the altar!!!!! WHY CAN’T HE EXIST ARG IJSBNGLJBNRIHJGVPWEIHFPIWRUDOUWERGOIUGWDRFVO WEROIVHCRW

[zottts]

josh washington headcannons

fluff and angst

when josh is with someone, he is touchy. one of his love languages is physical touch anyways - his hands on your waist, holding you hand, hand on your back, on your thigh. anywhere you let him physically touch. but he also respects your boundaries, like a LOT. i mean as he should but he would rather die than make you upset. he always wants you to be comfortable around him.

josh loves with everything he has, he gets you gifts, tries to make you laugh and smile. he loves seeing and hearing your happiness, it is him main priority. to make you happy. but he still understands to give you space in an argument, yes sometimes he will say things he regrets.. that happens, but he does immediately apologizes, and try to make it right. if that means giving you space he gives you space, letting you sit in another room in his house for a bit and later on he knocks on the door with flowers (your favorite) looking like a sad puppy.

he kisses on your skin like he is marking a map, he's gentle with it too. from kissing your forehead down towards your stomach. always making sure to leave kisses all over your face, and in between each kiss he whispers how much he loves you, how amazing you are, and so on. making sure each kiss and touch isn't to much - feeling like if he did kiss hard or something you would fade away .... and with each kiss, hearing your giggles and "josh oh my god" he would start to smile and 'kiss attack you'. this man wants to make sure he loves you and not just lust over you.

after his sisters passing he goes through a lot mentally and physically, he still loves you of course but he isn't all mentally there and he can't bring himself to have the energy to be in a relationship. and he knows he can't give you want you need, so he distances himself and he hates himself for it. even the days he can't get out of bed, or take care of himself and you are there to help him means a lot to him.

i feel like he was mute for a while, not talking to anyone. not even you, overall just not fully there and only giving small hums or nods.

he lays his head in your lap when he's sorry, kissing your hands, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles all like "baby I'm so sorry, please"

he also is a flirt yes, he can make you flustered and all warm in the face but he is scared of intimacy. he wants to make sure your first and his first time is the best time, wanting to treat you like a goddess. not wanting to be rough, taking it slow. making sure you both feel good. calling you beautiful and perfect during the entire interaction. asking if you feel good, if anything hurts. and after care is great to. he treats you with care, cleaning you up and probably having a bath together. kissing where he left hickeys. getting you warm and comfortable clothes, making the bed and cuddling you. asking if you need any water or something to drink.

anyways idk what else to say i just love him he's so baby

ALSO I LOVE Y'ALL MWAHH

[synnamon-hearts]

🍋‍🟩

Quite a dirty Josh Washington request I apologise in advance

You get home from work unexpectedly early, you didn’t want this because you knew Josh was going to be at a networking event for the evening but nonetheless, you enjoy your alone time in your shared space, sitting in the bath drinking wine and getting circled up into bed watching some tv with another glass. You hear Josh get home and it’s late but you knew the deal with the events he had to attend by now. He walks into the room, greeting you and immediately starts rambling while getting out of his clothes. Even after a long day, he could be covered in dirt, he could look like he swam in a swamp but your eyes were always glued to him and his features. He goes into the bathroom, having a quick shower. The reader thinks he won’t see her feeling herself but she knows she’s been caught when he slowly stops his rambling and just stares at her in confusion, awe and attraction before asking if he can help her out since she missed him so much

Ooooo, the mental picture this painted in my mind... 🤭

NSFW down below!

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Coming home earlier from work meant two things: a subtle loneliness of being home alone, and a small hint of relief of having some time to yourself. No matter what, everybody needs some alone time every now and then. So you take this opportunity to spoil yourself by running a warm bath. You turn the music on low, light a few candles, pour yourself a generous glass of wine, and immerse yourself within the warm sea of bubbles.

Taking a deep breath to enjoy the smell now circulating the air, you fall into a deep state of relaxation. Josh wouldn't be home for hours due to that networking event. You remember him saying this last night during one of his rambles as you both cooked dinner. If it was any other night, you would hold off on taking this time because he would want to shower right after coming home from work. But tonight was your night. You had dibs.

When you get out, you are quick to put on your favorite pajamas, pour yourself another glass, and get comfortable under the covers with your favorite show. Everything is perfect... Except one thing in particular...

You miss Josh. It's been hours and the sun has set. You wonder when he will be coming back.

As if on cue, guess who comes though the front door, whistling a cheery tune as he kicks off his shoes and tosses his keys on the side table. You are quick to pause your show when he comes into the bedroom, not wanting to miss a word spoken on the screen.

Josh greets you with a dopey smile, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion and his hair slightly disheveled from running tired fingers through the dark thick crop on his ride home. He begins getting undressed, dropping each article of wrinkled clothing on the floor as he rambles on and on about the day he had. Usually his messy nature annoyed you, but tonight you could care any less.

Something about the way he looked captivated you. Maybe you just missed him or maybe it is just the way this man could always fluster you by his very presence or maybe it is even just the wine, but you feel something festering up deep inside of you. You just can't take your eyes off of him, can't even listen to a word he's saying. But Josh pays no mind, continuing to talk and talk and talk even as he's entering the bathroom—now completely naked—to shower.

So you sneakily take your pants off, scrunching them down by your feet on the bed as you bring two fingers to your mound, which is pulsing with need. God, it feels so good. Not nearly as good as when Josh is touching you but just enough to have your head lolling back as you release a shaken breath. She can still hear him talking, fuck his monotonous voice is so fucking sexy. He could be taking about bread and you would be practically dry humping the air with need.

Suddenly that familiar burning hot sensation he always seems to bring forth between your thighs is more than evident. You feel slight a buzz in your head and contemplate if you're just tipsy from the wine, or if it's the intoxicating effects of Joshua Washington. He's in the bathroom, still rambling about the event. God, he's so adorable. He is clearly way too tired for even a quick fuck tonight but you just wanted it so badly. He wouldn't notice if you just took a quick moment to appreciate him in a... Not so PG13 way, right?

But when the voice of the man you love comes to a sudden stop, that's when your eyes open to see Josh standing before you, hair dripping wet and a towel wrapped securely around his waist. His eyes are blown wide and his mouth is hung open, his light-colored orbs holding confusion and... Something else...

Josh is in awe of the scene before him. Poor little you missed him so much that you couldn't even wait to ask for attention? You must've been so sad when he was gone. The corners of his lips curl up into a pleased smile as his eyes wander down your trembling form, all while you stare at him with heated cheeks, ashamed by your state.

"Awwww, bunny. You could have just asked." He coos lovingly. "Do you need my help?"

Shyly, you nod your head. Not more than a second later, Josh is pulling back the covers before pulling you by the legs until your ass is resting on the foot of the bed where he kneels. He wastes no time to lap up the juices coaking your lips, moaning like he's starving at the taste that always makes him go feral.

He cups his lips over your mound, his tongue working furiously to give you what you need as it draws quick and focused circles over you again and again. Usually he would be such a tease. But since you missed him oh so much, he didn't have the heart to not give in to what you wanted.

He grips your hips in his large hands, holding you in place when you start to squirm. The man has a strength like no other—one that's both slightly terrifying and arousing at the same time. When you feel the pot finally just starting to boil over, your hands fly to his head to clench his hair in your fists. Is it to keep him attached to you? Is it to ground yourself? You aren't exactly sure. But clawing at the silk bedsheets is no longer enough when you reach that point in this journey of ecstasy.

Tears fall from your eyes like shooting stars fall from heaven, a soft cry of relief tearing from your dry throat as you reach an intense high like no other. Josh watches between your thighs, his tongue never faltering to work you through your orgasm as he takes in your beautiful and undone form and memorizes it for all time.

When your done, your body falls limp and your eyes fall shut. Suddenly not a thought swims among your mind, as you float in that unconscious state of bliss. You're so out of it that you don't notice your sneaky boyfriend making his next move.

When you open your eyes, Josh is staring down at you with a mischievous and still wet from all your slick grin. He is so close that his nose is now brushing against your own, his hot breath hitting against your lips as he gazes into your eyes until he moves his face to the side of your head to lick your earlobe. When you shift slightly from the subtle pleasure the action brings you, you feel it, the hardened member pressing against your folds and twitching with plenty of need.

"Ohhhhh sweet girl, we are nowhere near finished yet." He murmurs dangerously, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear.

You swallow nervously when your mind absorbs his words, a promise thick with warning like a threat. You bat your now innocent eyes at him, confusion and anxiousness with a hint of excitement for what's to come filling your tone. "I-I thought you were tired?"

He chuckles at that, a smirk toying on his lip as he leans down and bites your ear before whispering lowly, "Let's just say I've got a second wind..."

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

First off, I know this is going to sound gross but please hear me out.

AITA for pissing in the sink.

I (22M) live with three roommates, fake names, Jenna (21F), Jessica (22F) and Josh (23M). In our apartment we have one bathroom which is also where our only toilet is.

One evening I got home from a party and needed to go to the toilet pretty badly. But the bathroom was occupied. Jessica was having a bath. Which is fine but normally pretty inconvenient by default if anyone needs to go to the toilet. Usually we communicate about stuff like that so if someone wants to take a bath we check in so everyone can empty their bladder first you know? But since I was out and came home late I get that discussing that wasn't really an option. But then, at 1 am, Jessica was having a bath and I was bursting. I knocked and asked how long she needed. She told me she just got in.

Knowing her she would be in there for at least two hours. I like to think I'm a strong man but I'm not that strong. So I went to the kitchen, emptied the sink, and pissed in it. That is when Jenna walked in. She was horrified and yelled at me. I told her I needed to go very badly and this was the best option right now and that I would clean it very well (which I did). She yelled some more about me exposing myself to her. Which I do feel bad about although I doubt she saw much. But I just really, REALLY, had to go.

Josh thinks it's hilarious and thinks Jenna is being sensitive. Jenna keeps calling me a pervert and Jessica says she understands but thinks I should have been more considerate. I'm not sure how I could have been more considerate, pissing on the carpet didn't seem like a good option to me. The sink is easy to clean properly after all. Plus I thought Jenna was already asleep and didn't expect her to just walk in on me at night. I already told her I was sorry for what she saw. I don't know what more I can do?

So am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[drakudoll]

currently thinking about taking a steamy bath with Josh at the lodge with everyone downstairs.. 😋

OOO... yes. baths are my fav

warnings: DONT HAVE SEX IN WATER ITS NOT GOOD FOR YOUR COOCHIE GUYS.

Taking a what was supposed to be a domestic light bath

turned into you riding him in the tub as his hand clamps over your mouth, trying to desperately not make too much sound with yourself and the water.

Josh's other hand rubbing your clit like a mad man as he mumbles how badly he wants you to cum on his cock.

When your legs get too tired to keep bouncing on his length he has you get off and lean over the edge of the tub on your knees, lining himself up behind you and gripping your hips so he doesn't splash too much water, knowing everyone was downstairs, drunk and probably not paying any mind to it but still taking a little precaution.

His thrusts close and deep as he shoves some fingers into your mouth to keep you quieter as you let out squeaky moans.

guh i need him biblically man.

[trombonechurchill]

At a Glance

Josh Russo/Carson Hayes, 1.7k words, Rated T Fic for @911whatisyourpride's Week 1: Firsts Read on Ao3 HERE or below:

It's annoying that Carson looked so good even mussed up, sweaty, and sooty. Josh is sure he in turn looks like a drowned rat. Maybe a singed rat. A rat having a bad day who needs a good long hour in the bath tub and several products before attempting any sort of flirting going on here.

But he doesn't have any of that right now. What he does have is Carson's hand gripped tightly in his and the life affirming rush of narrowly escaping catastrophe together that's pushing Josh to do something stupid about it. Like ask Carson to run away with him.

The paramedic currently eying their joined hands as the gurney reaches the back of the ambulance thankfully nips that thought in the bud before it can get past Josh's lips, which he's grateful for even if it does look like she's now trying to decide how to gently disentangle the pair of them. Josh isn't sure he's ready to let go just yet.

"Is he stable enough for a quick second?" He asked her, eyes as wide and pathetic as he can get them (he learned from the best after all, one doesn't hang with Maddie Buckley every day and not pick up a few tricks).

"He'll hold for a minute or two," she said cautiously, stepping up into the ambulance, enough to give them the facsimile of privacy with a quick nod while stilling keeping an eye on Carson's vitals. Josh resisted the urge to press his own fingers to the pulse at Carson's wrist. He's not sure what base that would be, but he doesn't think they're quite at listening to each other's heart beats levels. Heck, they're not even past the awkward flirting stage, if you could call their conversations earlier today that. Josh wouldn't mind changing that though.

"Oh uh, if you don't mind," Josh said belatedly, glancing back down to where Carson's essentially being held captive. Another fantasy Josh wishes he could indulge in under much less dire circumstances. He'll put a pin in it. Get a grip, Russo.

"Please, I kinda thought I was a goner down there. I don't know how those guys found me-"

"Oh, I told them." Josh doesn't balk, but it's a close thing, tries to cover the admission at the wondrous look it stirred in Carson's eyes. This was not the smooth flirting Josh had in mind when he walked over here. "Uh, mind like a steel trap, I know where everyone is in my house." Josh awkwardly taps on the side of his head and Carson smiles, slow and tired and beatific in a way Josh has only seen in the movies.

"You remembered me?"

"How could I forget?" Josh said it without thinking, only catches himself because of the way Carson's eyes soften, wonders briefly if Carson hit his head and he can blame the stupid things currently coming out of Josh's mouth on a head injury. "I mean, you're quite memorable," Josh added. Apparently he's given up on any hope of coming across cool and suave. Let's be honest, Josh probably lost that hope the second he clapped eyes on Carson in the server room. Sincere and dorky thy name is Josh Russo.

"Well, thanks. I'd never really fancied the idea of dying in a basement," Carson said. Josh is struck by the fact that they're still holding hands. Tries not to think too hard about how gross and sweaty it must feel for Carson. Josh probably lost feeling in his hands the second everyone realized Dispatch was on fire and all the blood rushed to the pit of his stomach in a flood of anxiety induced adrenaline. He twitched his fingers just to be sure. It makes Carson smile.

Josh is such a goner.

Thankfully, Carson chimes in again before Josh manages to spout off any alarming statistics about the number of 9-1-1 calls he's fielded from people in basements. "Hey, you're not hurt right? Did someone check you over?" He punctuates the question with a gentle brush of his thumb over Josh's cheekbone. In his mind's eye, Josh sees Carson's hand raise and move towards him in slow motion, helpless to the press of skin on skin and the way his eyelids flutter.

Even nearly incapacitated, Carson is winning more boyfriend points than any of his past trysts combined. Which is probably telling in more ways than one. Especially since Josh called them trysts. What is he, a 70 year old grandma? Honestly, he wishes. This is what he gets for watching nothing but Golden Girls through his whole childhood.

And he thought of Carson as boyfriend material. Can't help but think Carson might be having similar thoughts. Is that love in your eyes or is it just the possible head trauma? Josh might need to have his head checked too as he returns the motion, brushing a thumb over Carson's cheekbone, feels the catch and drag of stubble on the pad of his thumb. His heart is in his throat and Josh has never felt more alive, skin buzzing. If this is a concussion well, bring on the brain damage.

His palm was still on Carson's cheek, gentle, gentle, like he's some fragile thing, and Josh swallows. Swallows down the fear and the doubt as he leaned forward. Pressed his lips feather-light to Carson's temple, feels the brush of that gorgeous mane of hair tickle his cheek as he pulled back. Tries not to focus too much on the taste of sweat lingering on his lips. Or whether he now had soot smeared all over his face.

Carson looked like someone just knocked his lights out. Or maybe like he got electrocuted and had his leg broken; a level of shocked devastation on his face that has Josh ready to bolt. Is there a subtle way to untangle their hands so Josh can make a quick escape? God why are they still holding hands? Why did he kiss him?

"Wait, wait," Carson fumbled to grab for Josh, hand landing on top of their still joined fingers where Josh has in fact failed to pull away, stilling them instantly. "Sorry, I wasn't ready. I think the drugs are kicking in," Carson's smile was still gorgeous, lop-sided as he stared hopefully up at him. At Josh of all people. Josh doesn't get it. "Can I get a do-over?"

"You want a do-over? Of me kissing the side of your face?" Josh tries to to keep his incredulity to appropriate limits but it's a close thing. Carson nodded. Josh's own answering smile fought its way onto his face, helpless in Carson's presence to be anything other than completely and utterly smitten it seems.

"I thought maybe your aim was off," Carson offered slowly, giving their joint hands a little tug.

"Oh, sure, yeah. Let's go with that."

As far as first kisses go, it's not what Josh would have envisioned when trying to dream up his ideal. Carson still smelled like burnt hair and something lingering and metallic Josh tried not to think about too much. Josh himself was fending off the adrenaline crash induced trembling that's threatening to take over his whole body by the skin of his teeth. But it's still perfect. A dry brush of lips that pressed into something more insistent as Josh brought his hands up to cup Carson's face. A promise of something more, later. Room for improvement that Josh is suddenly certain he'll have a chance to explore.

He pulled away, lips and skin buzzing. He wondered briefly if you can get a contact high from morphine. Maybe he should try kissing Carson again just to see. Maybe it's just him. Magic lips or something. Josh needed someone to hose him off, he needs to calm down over here. This is what people mean when they use the word 'giddy'. Josh isn't sure he's experienced before as he took a shuddering breath. Carson is hurt and injured and beautiful and Josh wanted nothing more than to take him and fret and fawn over him forever.

Maybe he should at least start with asking him to get dinner. Lunch maybe, he amends after a quick look at where Carson's face is drawn at the edges. Breakfast. He could bring him breakfast at the hospital tomorrow. He should ask, before he looses his nerves. If this all blew up in his face he can always pretend Carson hallucinated it on the morphine anyway. Most of the firefighters here owe him a favor, he could get them to corroborate.

Carson was still looking at him like that. Like Josh is worth looking at. Josh's mouth opened before he can think better of it-

"This really isn't the best time to be asking you this, considering-"

"That I'm not wearing pants."

"-That you're high on morphine- Wait I'm sorry what happened to your pants?" Josh spluttered, brain short circuiting as his eyes involuntarily jumped to Carson's lap and back like he'd been caught peeping, heat rising on his cheeks.

"The two firefighter guys you sent. They cut open my pants."

"Oh. Well I didn't tell them to do that. For the record," Josh said, training his gaze intently on Carson's face. His stupid handsome face. If there was anyone up there looking out for Josh at all, hopefully Carson would not remember this part of the conversation tomorrow. Or ever.

"What did you want to ask?" Carson asked softly, looking like a vision even on a gurney with bedhead, hair fanned out on the starched sheet under him, eyes soft as he gazed- straight up gazed, Josh doesn't think he's had anyone gaze at him in his life. Not like this. Beautiful brown eyes that Josh could literally get lost in isn't that a hoot-

"Wh-what? Oh, it doesn't matter," Josh said quickly, voice softening as Carson once again linked their fingers together.

"Maybe you could tell me tomorrow," Carson offered, smiling the knowing smile of someone drugged to the gills and being loaded into an ambulance.

"Yeah. Yeah. Tomorrow sounds good," Josh said, giving Carson's hand an extra squeeze. And maybe the day after that too. And after that-

[admirationandromantics]

Guilt and Grudges, Prologue

The awaited time is done! 52 000 words later, aka 88 pages, plus a couple of months and you get results! I'm finally posting the first chapter of the Chris x reader game based story. Thank you all to those who have supported me through this time! Anyways, I'll be making a taglist for this one (didn't do it on the Josh one), so please send me a message or comment if you're interested in being on it.

There'll be a total of 12 chapters. 1-10, as in the game, but also a prologue and epilogue included. There'll be one chapter posted each day. Please keep in mind that I'm not a professional writer, and there will be mistakes here and there. This story will also feature less smut than the Josh one, as to complement the characters correctly (Don't worry, there will be some, and it will be hot and heavy. Bear with me!)

The night was icy and cold, but the fire in the lodge kept us all warm inside. The annual winter getaway to the washington lodge was upon us, and the dark snowstorm outside made the mood much cooler and mysterious. I loved it. I think we all did. 

The party was barely beginning, everyone drinking and having the time of their lives. Sam was sitting with her drawing pad, Ashley and Matt were joking around, and Mike and Emily were going out in the hall every now and then to make out, Jess interrupting them regularly to steal Em away. They did that many times throughout the night, sly smiles on their lips as they came back into their room. I don’t know what they were planning, but considering the girl, it was going to be nasty. 

I sat on the couch with Sam, Chris, and Josh, everyone joking around and laughing. Chris has had a few too many beers, making him stutter and slur his words. Josh was even worse, sentences being completely backwards and laughing at every little thing that was said. 

I look over at Sam, giving her a tight smile. These guys were going to drink until they laid flat on the floor. She nods over to Chris, signalling for me to talk to him. She knows about my crush, how I yearn for his attention and presence. But I was never brave enough to tell him that. He’s a jokester, a smart and funny guy. He’s incredibly pretty, his eyes sparkly and vibrant. I feel completely hopeless when imagining him. She knows all this, and has several times tried to make me confess, but I refuse. Worst case scenario, he doesn’t feel the same, and everything will change. We have a good, friendly dynamic, and I don’t want to ruin that. 

I signal back to her with my eyes, saying “No way, never gonna happen”. She smiles kindly, as if she’s trying to say that it’ll be okay. I shake my head in response. 

“Is this that type of girl-language us men can’t understand?” Chris asks, looking back and forth between us. 

“I would say it’s an exaggeration to call you two men” Sam responds, a smirk playing on her face. 

“Oof, hard one. And why would you say that?” 

“Because you need a brain” 

“Hey, I get the best grades in my class” Chris defends, and I laugh at their banter. Josh is paying close attention, well, as much as he can in his state. 

“Well, maybe there’s other things you should be smart about” She says, looking over at me. Panic rises in my chest at her boldness. Shit, shit, shit. Chris looks over to me, confused by her statement. 

“Do you get what she means?” 

“No idea” I answer, killing her in my mind. God, was she going to get yelled at later. Maybe I would sneak in while she took a bath, stealing her clothes and hiding them somewhere in the lodge. 

Josh shifts his gaze between me and Chris, thoughts battling in his mind. I look at him weakly, unsure about what he’s thinking about. Suddenly, he gets a realization. 

“Omg, Chris, she has a crush-” 

Sam quickly covers his mouth with her hand before leaning in and whispering in his ear. My heart falls by the words, the panic rising once again. This can’t be. Why can’t this man keep his mouth shut? He turns her head, whispering back, and she laughs. Chris furrows his brows, not understanding what’s happening. Finally, Josh turns to us again, taking a deep breath. 

“Well, didn’t you hear me, Chris?” 

“You just said she has a crush? On who? What is happening?” 

“Dude, chill. I just said that this girl has a crushing need for more alcohol” he raises his hand. “Look at her, almost sober. Serve the lady, Chris, be a gentleman” he continues, smiling at his own cleverness. 

“Jesus Christ, well the lady can ask me herself, can she not?” 

I laugh, the saving being a tad funnier than anticipated. Chris rises, taking my glass in his hand. 

“Does anyone else want something?” 

“Six shots!” Sam shouts, and he sighs loudly while walking back to the kitchen. When he’s out of earshot, I focus my attention back on them. 

“Are you guys insane???” 

“Not only you Sam, but you too Josh? You almost made me friendless!” 

Both of them laugh, not taking me seriously. I give them a smack on each knee before leaning back on the couch again. These people were monsters. And Josh almost ruined me. 

Chris comes back, a couple of shot glasses, spirit, and a drink for me. He puts everything down on the table, and Sam is quick to sit up and start pouring the alcohol. I give a smile and thank him when he hands me the glass. Fingers brushing slightly against each other as I grab it. The small contact colours my cheeks, and I turn away in embarrassment, afraid that he’ll see. 

“Drink up!” Sam shouts, handing everyone a small glass each. There are still two on the table, and give a look. 

“The last ones?” 

“Just drink” 

We all clink glasses before gulping down the liquid quickly. Gosh, how horrid this night was about to be. The nasty aftertaste lingering in my throat. I grimage, unable to stop myself. I look up to Sam, who does the exact same thing. Josh is unphased, having drunk so much that he can’t feel the flavor anymore. 

“And two more!” Sam urges again, filling the glasses and placing one to her lips and giving me the other. Just for the girls I guess. 

“You’re going to be the death of me” 

“I plan to” 

The guys cheer as we drink down the liquid, letting it down our throats and further. A wave of nausea hits me, making me reach for the drink Chris brought and taking small sips. The drink tastes good, too good. I could drink this for breakfast. 

“What is this?” I ask, turning around to face him. 

“Orange juice and some other stuff” 

“I can’t taste the booze” 

“That means it’s working” 

I take another sip, trying to feel the taste, but still can locate the strong contents. 

“Fucking hell I’m going to throw up” Sam exclaims, pushing past Josh and running to the bathroom. All of us laugh, seeing her try to climb the stairs while holding herself. Poor girl. 

“So” Josh starts, looking over at us again. 

“When are you going to sleep with Mike?” I choke on the drink, starting to cough. Chris places his hand on my back, giving small pats to help me. I compose myself, looking up at a smirking Josh. Chris opens his mouth before I can. 

“What kind of question is that?”

“Didn’t ask you Cochie” 

I look back and forth between the two, Chris being tensed up, his hand still on my back. I try not to think about it, how his fingers grace over the hem of my bra. 

“I agree with him, why would you ask that?” 

Josh leans forward, his smirk still going strong. 

“Nah, the man just gave me a vibe when he looked at you. How could you say no?” I shake my head in response, he knows who I like, why would he bring this nonsense up? Unless he's trying to unleash something, trying to make me confess on my own. What a sly move. 

“Not only is he dating one of my friends, but he’s also not my type” 

“Okay, then what is your type?”

“As if I’m gonna tell you” 

“Oh, come on” 

“Fine” I sigh, laying back on the couch. “Someone kind” 

“Everyone can be kind” 

“Well, I’m not fucking done am I? And we already know that you’re not on the list Josh” 

Chris laughs, giving his buddy a nudge. God, what else am I going to say? 

“Someone smart and caring, someone big, like body-wise, right?” 

“Right” 

“Um, I don’t know, someone funny who I can easily get along with. And can fuck me senseless of course” 

Both of their eyes widen at my statement, surprised by how forward I can be. 

“What? If we’re talking about a romantic partner, can’t I have sexual criterias?” 

Josh laughs, shaking his head. Chris’s hand is still on my back, more tense than before. I hope I didn’t scare him away. 

“Maybe Sam needs help in the bathroom” I stand up, taking the drink with me. 

“Watch out, she might fuck you senseless” Josh shouts after me. I give a sarcastic laughter in reply, showing him the finger. God, what a long night this was gonna be. 

***

I walk over to Beth, slightly struggling to keep myself up as I do. I sway from side to side, gripping chairs and the counter to stop myself from falling. 

“Hey, too much for you?” Hannah laughs, hands coming around me. I lean on her, letting her take me to the kitchen counter and sitting me up. 

“Never enough” 

“When are you gonna stop drinking?” 

I take up my cup, filled with whatever the other guys mixed. “Not until dawn” 

Beth comes just as I gulp down the liquid, giving Hannah a side stare as she notices me. 

“If you survive until then” 

I give a snicker in reply. This wasn’t bad, and with Chris being passed out, I didn’t need to be careful. Before, I was terrified of getting drunk in front of him, scared that I’d say something I didn’t mean, but not now. I could lose control, and no matter what I said about him, he didn’t hear it. 

“When was the last time you drank this much?” Hannah asks, hand coming to steady me yet again. 

“That’s a good question, I don’t know” 

“At least we get a good show” Beth comments, giving me a tap on my back. I smile in response, looking back to the living room. Jess and Emily are fidgeting with Chris, I don’t know what they’re doing. I try to make out what they’re holding, but my blurry vision fails me. 

I’m blasted, I know that. Everything spins as I move my head, dizziness and heavy heartbeats overtaking me. 

“You good?” Beth asks, suddenly worried. I try to form words as I feel something acidic in the back of my throat. 

“Shit” 

She runs over, grabbing hold of me and running through the bathroom. We make it to the hallway when I black out. 

***

My body is slumped upon the bathroom floor. The cold and hard tiles make contact with my back and head. I try to open my eyes, groaning from the raging headache taking over. How long have I been here? Where’s Beth? A large shadowy figure is in the corner of my vision. “Chris?” 

“Yeah, still alive” he answers, sitting against the wall. He gives a cheeky smile, looking me up and down. His face is full of scribbles and writing all over his face. He isn’t wearing his glasses, instead drawn on ones and a red heart. I smile at him, trying to hold my laugh. 

“I’ve already seen it, you can laugh” 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about” I giggle, unable to stop. He rolls his eyes, holding out a hand for me. 

“I don’t think I should sit up” 

“I think you should drink some water” 

He helps me up, my back supported by the bathtub. He hands me a glass, and I grab it with both hands. He doesn’t let go, instead helping me pull it up to my face and letting me drink. The cold liquid makes it in my mouth, washing away the awful lingering taste which was there before. I signal for him to pull the glass away. 

“Where’s Beth? What happened?” 

He smiles, eyebrows rising as if surprised by my question. “You don’t remember what happened?”

“And why are you awake? You were passed out” 

He only laughs in response, putting the glass up to my lips again. I drink up, and he puts it down beside the sink. His body falls down beside me, sitting and letting me lean on him. 

“Beth helped you throw up” 

“Oh no” 

“And I woke up” 

“Oh no” 

“Oh yes” 

I look up at him, my pleading eyes making contact with his orbs. 

“Please tell me you didn’t see anything” 

“I saw too much” 

“Nooooo” I whine, burying my face in his big shoulder. I feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. 

“Beth left like, five minutes ago to check on the others” 

“So she left me on the floor, ready to choke on my own puke?” 

“Hey, I’m here, I’ll make sure you don’t die” 

“Oh? The big, brave, handsome Christopher will make sure I lean over the toilet it I must” 

“Handsome huh?” 

I hit him in the arm, not feeling how hard. Judging by his laughter, it wasn’t that hard. 

“If it helps, she brushed your teeth before she went” 

My tongue automatically feel around my mouth, maybe that was the slight taste of mint. I hum in response, head fully relaxing on him. His arm goes around my back, holding me tight. Maybe to stop me from falling? I don’t know, I just know that I like being in his embrace, benign close to him. 

“Why aren’t you sick?” 

“You know I never get hungover” 

“Lucky” 

“But I do pass out. If I didn’t then this wouldn’t be on my face” he points a finger to the scribbles and I laugh. I can’t help it, this warm and cozy feeling overcoming me. He’s kind, funny and smart. With or without his glasses he was handsome. And he’s much more attractive than he gives himself credit for. I’ve seen his arms, and I’ve seen him in tight shirts before. That thought alone gets me going. 

“Want to wash it off?”

“Tried already” 

“I’ve got some makeup remover in my bag” 

I stand up, surprised when I don’t immediately fall down again. I look at him, and his arms are lifted around me, ready in case I fall. 

“I’m fine” 

“Just making sure” 

I see my bag on the counter, and of course my toothbrush is on the top of it. She’s too kind. I must remember to thank her in the morning. I grab a couple of pads, drenching them in the liquid before making my way over to him. I sit myself on his lap, grabbing hold of his chin to move his face. 

There’s a slight blush on his face, his mouth is slightly ajar and eyes blank. He grabs my thighs with both hands, letting me sink completely down on him. I start rubbing, first slowly, but it ends up rougher and rougher to get all the ink off. 

“You’re gonna rip my skin off” 

“Almost done” 

I take the last line, and his face looks good as new. A little red maybe, but that’ll fade. I hold his cheeks with both hands, staring deeply into his eyes. He does the same, breathing heavily and looking down on my lips. I don’t know if it is the alcohol, the intimacy or just the surroundings of the cabin, but I lean in, carefully connecting his lips with mine. He responds, opening his mouth and letting me go deeper. He tastes like alcohol, but I’m not bothered by it. One of his hands goes to the back of my head, gripping my hair and pulling me closer. My arms go around his neck, fingers messing up his hair. The kiss gets wetter and sloppier as we keep going, breathing uneven and difficult. We both pull back, surprised by the encounter. 

His cheeks are red, hair messy and eyes lustful. He looks magnificent, and I want to do something more about it. He looks me up and down, hand gracing my thigh up to my waist. He doesn’t know what to do now, and honestly, I don’t either. 

“Maybe we should stop” he finally says. My heart falls, but I just nod in response. I take a deep breath, standing up, getting off him. Shit. I pushed the boundaries too hard. He didn’t want this, he was caught up in the moment and so was I. 

“Um, yeah” 

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that-” he starts, but is interrupted by a loud yell. 

“Hannah!” 

The yell roars through the night, like it’s being screamed outside. We take a look at each other before running through the hall and down the stairs. He’s right on my heels as I occasionally skip one or two steps. What’s going on? We arrive at the entrance of the lodge, everyone standing outside without their jackets. 

“You know, I think you’re the last person she wants to see right now, Mike” 

“What’s going on?” I ask, looking around confused. Everyone but Hannah and Beth are here. 

“It was just a small prank, got a little out of hand” Mike replies. I still don’t get it, what prank? 

“Where’s Hannah and Beth?” 

“Hannah overreacted, just ran out into the forest, Beth ran after her” Emily comments dismissively. She walks inside again, pulling Mike with her. 

“There’s a fucking storm outside!” I yell. Both of them can be in danger, and you could barely see a few meters in front of you because of the snow. I grab Sam’s arm hard, pulling her into me. 

“Try to wake Josh, let’s just make sure they get back okay” I state, and she gives a nod, walking inside again. I look over at Matt and Ashley, both of their faces covered with guilt. I don’t need to talk to them right now. I turn on my heels and start running down the snowy trail. 

“Wait!” I hear Chris yell after me, but I don’t wait. The faster we find them, the better. No one should be out in this weather alone. I run down the path in the freezing cold. I should’ve taken my jacket, but there's nothing to do about it now. The occasional animal sounds scare me, especially in the dark. The path has lights, but they’re far apart. I jog just to keep my warmth, arms going around myself for that extra bit of comfort. I look down, noticing some fresh foot marks. They must’ve gone this way. The snow is still heavy, and the footprints are getting less and less visible as I continue. Out of all the days to pull this prank, it had to be today? I jump over a couple of fallen branches, almost slipping on the snow-covered ice when I land. I take a right, hoping to find them around the corner. 

“Hannah! Beth!”

I’m met with a flock of deer, some of them running away as they notice me. Shit. I put my hands up, carefully walking backwards to avoid agitating them. A loud inhumane scream is heard throughout the forest, making me stop in my tracks. What the hell. I keep walking slowly backwards, each step taken carefully. Please don’t let a bear come out. Maybe Hannah and Beth are already back at the lodge. I decide to think positively, and take one last step backwards before turning. 

My chest immediately hits a large figure in front of me, and instinctively I scream. Chris’s hand goes over my mouth, muffling my yells. 

“Shh, stop, it’s me” 

I calm down, my heart raising so much I feel it in my throat. I feel tears threatening to fall in the corners of my eyes. I need to get a hold of myself. 

“Have the others come back?” 

“I don’t know, I came to get you first” 

“They could still be out there” 

His hand goes to my arms, feeling my cold skin. When he does, I realise how warm he is, or maybe how numb I am. 

“Shit, you’re freezing” 

“Chris, what if something happened?” He takes off his jacket and puts it on me, forcing my arms inside the soft sleeves. He’s still wearing a thick sweater underneath, not being too cold. 

“They’ve basically grown up here, they’re probably back at the lodge right now”

I nod. That makes sense. They know these woods like they know their backyard, but why haven’t I heard them? And what was that horrid scream? 

“Have you woken Josh?” 

“I don’t know, come on, let’s get you back” 

I look behind as we walk, the previous footsteps now being invisible to the eye.

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[punksyeet]

- Mommy Life ❥

Plot: A glimpse into Gianna’s (OC) life as a mother with a boyfriend constantly on the road.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

"Come on LiLi," I coo, picking up Josh and I’s daughter and walking upstairs to our bedroom. "Let's get you all clean and ready for bed."

Just over three months ago, our baby girl named Jalina was born.

We named her Jalina in honor of my sister and, of course, we had to keep the J names in the family trending.

She's been nothing but a perfect little princess, cheering everyone who needs it up with her beautiful smile that she gets from her Uncle Jonathan.

I feel so blessed every time I get to watch her and Josh interact.

Watching him experience fatherhood for the first time has been so precious, and honestly, super attractive.

I make a little pool of warm water in our sink and sit her up in it, washing her body and hair very gently with a washcloth and some sensitive baby wash.

The entire time, she coos and makes little baby noises, causing me to giggle.

One thing about my baby: she absolutely loves her baths.

I towel dry her gently, dress her in a comfy bear onesie, and lay her down in her crib with a bottle.

Once she's all settled, I decide to take a bath myself, making sure to leave the door partially open so that I can see and hear her, but not too open so that the light disturbs her.

I fill the tub with hot water and my favorite bubble bath: Lavender + Vanilla from Bath and Body Works.

Once I step in, I'm immediately relaxed, and slowly sink further into the water, relaxing my head against the edge of the tub.

** Josh's POV **

This past week of traveling and wrestling has whooped my ass mentally and physically.

I can't wait to get home and see my girls.

Once I arrive, I park in the driveway and grab my bags out of the trunk.

I open our front door and lock it behind me, immediately comforted by the warm scent of vanilla that my lady loves to keep our house smelling like.

Once I'm all settled in, I head upstairs.

I stand over Jalina's crib and immediately smile, stroking her cheek.

"Hi princess," I coo, as she continues to drink the last of her bottle. "Daddy missed you so much."

As if she can understand me, she gives me an adorable gummy smile, causing me to chuckle and gently kiss her forehead.

A few minutes more of me softly talking to her go by, before she's fast asleep.

I take away her empty bottle, adjust her blankets, and make sure she's all good before heading into the bathroom and visiting my other babygirl.

Once the door opens, Gianna looks up and immediately flashes her beautiful smile once she sees me.

Our daughter really does get her smile from this gorgeous lady.

I love them both so much.

"Hi baby," she says softly. "Welcome home."

I give her a smile before walking over and leaning down to kiss her, which of course, she returns the favor. "Thank you my love. You look relaxed."

She giggles and nods. "I really am. You wanna join?"

I smile and proceed to get undressed. "I could never say no to you."

She scoots up and I climb in behind her, eventually pull her back gently, and allow her to relax against me.

"I missed you," I exclaim, softly stroking her sides. "I missed this."

She smiles softly, holding my hands and intertwining our fingers. "Me too, my love. So much."

She reaches up and plays with my curls, her eyes staring into mine.

"Whatchu lookin at?" I tease, making her playfully roll her eyes.

"My goofy looking man that's what," she responds, causing me to act offended and my jaw to drop.

She giggles and takes the opportunity to turn around, face me, and shove her tongue down my throat.

I immediately kiss back, cupping and caressing her ass in my hands.

** smut warning! **

"Mmm Joshua," she moans, as I gently stroke her pussy lips from behind.

"Hm?" I reply innocently. "That feels good, huh?"

"Sooo good," she coos against my lips, and begins grinding her hips.

Naturally, my dick immediately gets hard at the sight of my fine ass lady now riding my fingers.

She smirks and bites her lip once she feels my bulge brush against her thigh.

"Want me to ride you baby?" she asks, gliding her hands up my chest and around my neck, giving my collarbone light kisses.

I bite my lip and continue squeezing her ass. "More than anything mama."

She leans up and connects our lips once more before throwing her leg across my hips and straddling me.

She reaches down and grabs my dick, lines it up with her clit, and slowly sits down on it.

"Shiiiit," I whisper under my breath. "I almost forgot how good you feel, mama."

She begins moving her hips smoothly, holding onto my thighs for balance. "You're not the only one, baby. You're so fucking big. I missed you so much."

I gently take her chin and pull her in, pressing her lips to mine yet again.

Our lips move in sync, as the water from our bath splashes below us due to her now bouncing on me.

"Mmm J-Josh baby I'm so closeee," she reveals a while later against my lips, while taking deep breaths.

I place my hands on her lower back to help her relax. "Go ahead, mama. Let loose for me, baby."

A handful of moans and whimpers later, and she finally releases, both of our climaxes soon dripping out of her.

** smut over! **

"Gosh," she coos, just above a whisper, resting her head on my chest. "I haven't felt this good in a long time."

I chuckle and kiss her temple. "Well worth it, yeah?"

She nods and kisses my chest. "So worth the wait, daddy. Literally."

We share a laugh before hopping out of the bath and cleaning ourselves up in a nice hot shower.

** Gianna's POV **

"Damn bae," Josh coos, and proceeds to slap my ass as I'm climbing into bed. "I missed this big ole booty."

"Babe shut up!" I whisper-yell, playfully shoving his shoulder, causing him to cover his mouth and hide his laugh. "The baby is sleeping!"

He walks over and peeks into the crib before giving me a thumbs up with a goofy pose. "We're good."

I playfully roll my eyes. "You're such a goof."

He climbs into bed next to me and pulls me in. "Yeah but I'm your goof."

"Damn right," I reply and we share a quiet laugh before a sweet kiss.

We turn on a movie, get under the covers, and melt into each other's arms.

I missed this so much.

I missed his scent. His warmth. Him. <3

—————————————————————————————————

I wake up to the sound of whimpering in Jalina's crib.

I roll over and tap my phone, allowing it to show my lock-screen and the time.

6:03 in the morning.

Lord help me!

"Shhh Lili it's okay," I whisper, sitting up carefully wiggling out of Josh's arms, doing my very best not to wake him up.

He's gone through a lot recently - let alone this week.

I don't want to disturb his first and only time to relax in such a long time.

I carefully pick Jalina up and bounce while tapping her butt lightly. "Shhhh, it's okay mama."

Once she’s finally quiet again, I bring her over to the changing table and change her into a fresh diaper.

As I'm buttoning her onesie back up, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "Hi pretty girls."

I smile, picking Jalina up and turn so that we're facing her dad. "Say 'good morning Daddy'."

He chuckles and holds out his finger, which she wraps her tiny hand around, and kisses her cheek. "Good morning princess LiLi."

She gives him an adorable gummy smile along with some precious coos and Josh and I share a laugh.

He cups my face and gives me a kiss next. "Morning baby. I'll go make her a bottle."

"You sure?" I ask, stroking his back. "I know you're tired."

He gives me a soft smile before kissing my temple. "Baby it's 6 in the morning. We all are. You relax and wait in bed with her. I gotchu."

I return the smile and we share another quick kiss before he walks off and I sit in bed with our daughter.

A few minutes later, he returns with her bottle and a burping towel for afterwards.

He lays the towel on my shoulder and hands me the bottle, leans down to kiss me once again, and walks over to the other side of the bed to lay down with us.

I fix my pillows so that I can comfortably lay against them, prop my legs up, and feed the baby.

While I'm doing so, Josh rubs my thigh.

"You're an amazing mama, you know that?" he compliments, watching us.

I smile softly and blush, watching Jalina. "Thank you, love. There's no better daddy in this world than you."

He kisses my shoulder and proceeds to rub my back the entire time I'm feeding her.

Once she's finished with her bottle and her burps are complete, I lay her in between us and lay myself down more comfortably.

Josh chuckles as she lays there, playing with her feet, her eyes wandering on the ceiling.

"You craving anything for breakfast?" I ask him, smoothing out the thin layer of curls on our daughter's head.

He thinks for a minute until his eyes widen in excitement. "Waffle House?"

"I should've known," I reply giggling and shaking my head. "Sounds good."

He smiles and picks up his phone from his nightstand and opens the app. "You want your usual?"

I nod, bringing up the covers to my chin. "Yes please."

"You got it mama," he responds and goes back to tapping away at his screen.

I smile and kiss Jalina's nose.

She giggles and I smile harder, stroking her cheek.

"We really do have the most perfect baby," I coo, just watching her.

"Amen to that," Josh replies smiling, and puts his phone down on his pillow. "She's perfect just like her mama."

I blush, shaking my head. "Hey give yourself some credit! Her dada isn't all that bad himself."

He chuckles and cups my face, giving me a sweet kiss.

I kiss back and we pull away, just chilling with our daughter until our breakfast arrives.

I love my little family.

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