˚₊‧꒰ა Dino♱ ໒꒱‧₊˚

⤷ ゛you can call me Dino whatever other nickname (sometimes I get called desu lololol). 20. she/her. very much chronically online. josh Washington. fashion. Horror movie/game LOVER OMGGG. writer & artist. music lover. pinterestaholic. gerran howell. Young Dracula. yellow jackets. The Pitt. video games and more :P.

MDNI — along with general weirdos requests — open <3

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No’s! ⤷ ゛Age Play/pedophillia

sub josh does NOT get enough attention or anything because like bro I get you... and I will always of course do m or gn reader. I made this gn but if you specifically want a m reader one I can do that too! :3

You and your friend group were, once again, at one of Josh's infamous lodge parties. One thing led to another and you and Josh ended up upstairs in his bedroom, the music and voices of the party booming below you. You had Josh pinned against his bedroom door, both of you feverishly kissing one another.

"You're so quiet," you tease as you kissed along his neck.

"Yeah, well I'm busy tryna fuck you," he teased back in his usual cocky tone of his, his breath a little shaky as you kissed his neck. "Fuck..." He moaned out, his head falling back against the door.

"Not gonna sweet talk me? Lost all your confidence or something?" You teased as you bit down on his neck, sucking on the spot.

"I-fuck..." He whimpered out as you bit down on his neck, smirking against the spot as his grip on your hips tightened. You continued to mark his neck, his hands gripping your hips so hard they might bruise. "God...please...just let me" he practically whimpered.

"Hm?" You hummed against his neck, almost in a tone to mock him. He gently moved you back by your hips, mouth connecting with yours as he moved you both to his bed, gently pushing you down on it as he crawled on top of you, mouth never leaving yours. You let out a small laugh into his mouth.

"What?" he said, pulling back briefly as he looked down at you. You took that as an opportunity to move him onto his back, your body on top of his as you straddled his waist, looking down at him.

"Just funny," you said as you pushed off his flannel and moved his shirt up so you could kiss down his exposed upper body.

"W-wha..?" He stuttered out as his eyes fluttered closed as you kissed down his body.

"Just surprised is all," you said as you got to his pants, undoing his belt as his eyes opened to look down at you.

"Surprised?" He asked confused, breathless as he watched you peel off his belt and start to undo the button on his jeans.

"You're just real eager for me," you teased as you unzipped his jeans.

"Yeah, because you're not letting me- ohhh fuck..." He said as he threw his head back to rest on the mattress as you palmed him through his boxers.

"That's what I thought," you said as you pulled his boxers down and licked a strip up his cock, sucking on his tip. Josh lifted his head to look at you, hands fisting the sheets so hard his knuckles were white.

"Jesus...f-fuck.." he whimpered out as you sucked on his cock, peering up at him from between his legs. "Can..can you just--"

"What?" you teased as you began to suck on his cock eagerly.

"Oh god...please just-I won't last if you keep doing that..." He said breathlessly between moans. "I-I won't be able to fuck you if you keep that up," he said through a laugh mixed with a whimper. You smiled to yourself as you pulled off his cock and pulled down your jeans and underwear before you crawled up his body to straddle his waist. "oh...god.." Josh said softly as you straddled his waist, his eyes scanning your body.

"God you're pathetic," you said as you lined him up and sank down onto him, both of you moaning as he bottomed out.

"f-fuck.." he whined loudly as you sank down onto his cock, his hands flying to your hips. You smirked to yourself as you looked down at him. God, he looked fucking pathetic. He looked at where you were connected as well as scanning your body, his breaths were shaky, he was almost teary eyed. You began to move your hips, his cock sliding in and out of you.

"God, fuck it feels good," you said between pants and you bounced on his cock.

"Y-yeah...you feel so-so good..." He whined as you moved your hips, his grip never faltering.

"Yeah? Yeah, I bet you fucking love it...making me do all the work."

"M'sorry..." He whimpered as you started to move faster. "Y-you just feel so good a-and you wouldn't let me-"

"Just shut up," you said, cutting him off as you stuck two of your fingers in his mouth as you closed your eyes and tried to concentrate on riding him. Josh moaned as you stuck young fingers in his mouth, you opened your eyes to see him peering up at you, tears pricking in his eyed and he whimpered and whined on your fingers.

"Gonna...gonna cum..." He whined as you took his fingers out of his mouth.

"Don't you... fucking dare," you breathed between pants and you bounced on his cock. He let out a strangled, annoyed whine at your words. "Don't cum before me...I-I'm close," you moaned out.

"please..." Josh begged, begging you to finish. Looking down at him one more time, the sight before you, you came on his cock with a loud moan of his name. "please, let me-"

"You can come now," you said as your lips slowed.

"Fuck-thank you...thank y..." He whined as he began to buck his hips into you sloppily, filling you up not long after with a strangled whine. As you both panted, coming down from your highs, you looked down at Josh, taking in the sight beneath you.

"Never would have guessed you'd be like this, Washington."

you would have to PRY ME OFF of him bro I stg

Langdon asking Dennis if he's been working out because he looks like in shape and bigger LIKE YEAH BABE TRUST WE'VE ALL BEEN LOOKING AT HIS ARMS THE ENTIRE SEASON

a little blurb of reader and Dennis having morning sex because why not.

Dennis's eyes blink open, taking in the morning light filtering through the bedroom. He feels warm and comfortable, at peace. His hand slowly moves on your stomach, his fingers spreading possessively.

"Morning..." He groans.

"Morning..." you say as you stir awake. He presses a sleepy kiss to your neck not even lifting his head from his pillow.

"What time is it? My alarm isn't going off..." His voice is gravelly and soft from sleep.

"I don't know...doesn't matter we are snowed in anyway," you said as you reached back and played with his hair as he sleepily kissed your neck. Dennis hums contentedly, his arms tightening around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. His lips find a sensitive spot on your neck and he gently kisses and sucks on the spot. You let out a soft moan, the sound making him smile sleepily against your skin. He presses another kiss to that spot, feeling your body race. His hand slowly slides down from your stomach to your hip.

"Dennis..." You softly moan as his hand continues to move down your thigh. He kisses and nuzzles into the back of your neck, hardening cock pressed against your ass as you lay against him.

"Mmm?" He hums out as you let out another soft moan, the sound making him press harder against you, starting to grind against you; slowly, and lazily as his hand moved to squeeze your thigh and pull your leg up slightly, not even trying to be subtle about what he wants. "Baby..." He mumbles against your neck.

"Need it, Denny." Dennis nods, his face still buried in your neck, his breath coming out in short pants as he continues to grind against you. His hand moves from your thigh back up to your hip, holding you in place as he pushes against you.

"Mmm need it too, baby..." He says, muffled in the crook of your neck. You move so that he is on top of you and slip your underwear off. Dennis groans softly as you move him as he kicks off his boxers, his dick rubbing against the folds of your pussy. He looks down at you sleepily, his hair messy. "Baby..."

"Please," you say as he captures your lips in a slow, sleepy kiss, his hips rocking against you as he positions his cock at your entrance. He breaks the kiss to press soft kisses down your neck and chest, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider as he slowly pushes inside you.

"Fuck...so wet..." You grab his face gently to kiss you as he slowly starts to fuck you. Dennis kisses you back slowly and deeply, his hips moving in a lazy rhythm as he slides in and out of you. His hands grip your face gently, his thumb caressing over your cheek as he moves.

"Feels so good, Dennis." Dennis hums happily, your words making him smile against your lips. He loves hearing that he's pleasing you. His hands moved down as he squeezes your thighs possessively, spreading them wider to push deeper inside you. "God--Dennis... fuck, feels so good." The praise makes him shiver.

"You feel so good...so tight..." His groans and whimpers grow louder, his face moving to bury in your neck as he continues to fuck you, each thrust ripping a noise from both of you. "More, please..."

"More what, baby?" You ask as Dennis whines softly, his hips moving a bit faster as he begs for more praise and encouragement.

"More...please tell me I'm doing good...tell me you like it..." He says between kisses as he kisses your neck gently, his thrusts becoming more urgent but still slow and deep.

"You're doing so well, Denny...so good for me. Always make me feel so good," you say between soft moans, rubbing his back as he fucks you. Your praise makes him melt, his groans turning into soft whimpers of pleasure as he fucks you deeper, his lips kissing your skin everywhere they can reach.

"Just wanna make you feel good."

"You always do." Dennis completely loses himself in the praise, fucking you for your pleasure, wanting to make you feel good.

"Love you...so much..."

"Dennis--" You moan as he hits a spot inside you. His cock twitches inside you and the moan of his name, pushing him closer to his release. He can feel himself getting close, his thrusts starting to lose their rhythm slights as he groans in your neck.

"Gonna...gonna cum baby...where do you want it?"

"Inside, please..." You say, clawing your nails at his back, making him shiver in pleasure at the slight pain. Your permission is all he needed to finally let go. Dennis buries his face into your neck, deeper, as he cries out softly his hips stuttering as he starts to cum deep inside you. His thick load filling you completely coating your insides.

"God--fuck...love you..." He says as your eyes roll back, finishing as he fills you up, clamping down on his cock. Dennis feels you squeeze his sensitive dick as you cum, making him whine softly and shake slightly as another small wave of pleasure washes over him. "Was that good?" He asks, as you both come down from your high.

"So good, baby."

summary: After you and Dennis have been dating for a bit, you talk about moving in together.

tags: smut, fluff, kissing, cream pie, breeding kink?, sub Dennis

A/N: oh my god I haven't written in so long (since November I think??) so this is lowkey bad I wrote it so fast an no proof read but I will write more of him (and like better stuff trust) I had no plan for this I just kinda wrote it but I'm making more soon yayyy

You and Dennis had been dating for around 3 months now. Even though you have been dating this long and he's gained more confidence since becoming a doctor, showing in your relationship; He's still always so nervous around you, getting flustered really easily. You're in your apartment when you hear the door knob rattle, knowing Dennis is here. He comes through the door, placing his backpack on the ground and closing the door. A small nervous small plays on his lips as he takes off his jacket.

"Hey..." he says, smiling softly.

"How was your shift?" you ask as you plate the food you made for the both of you. He watches you move around the kitchen, trying not to stare too much.

"It was good, actually. A little busy but nothing really out of the ordinary," he said as he moved to sit down.

"I'm glad," you said, smiling as you slid him his plate as you leaned on the island across from where he sat. He catches his breath slightly as you smile, a soft flush creeping up his neck as he looks down at the food you made.

"You...you didn't have to cook, you know." He stirs his fork in his meal shy, peering up at you. "Thank you."

"I know, I wanted too. You always have your long shifts and work so hard, it's just something I want to do for you," you explain, smiling as you eat your own food. Dennis fidgets with his fork, his face turning a light shade of pink as he looks down at his plate. That same warmth spreads through his chest-- it's always like this whenever you do nice things for him.

"I'm not really--" he stops himself briefly, a smile on his lips as he eats. "You always do this for me or say these nice things. I still don't know what to do with myself."

"I mean, they're all true," you say. His smile widens slightly as he chews his food.

"I, uh, I got paid today," he says as you both eat.

"Really? That's good," you say honestly. "Does it feel different being a doctor? Like for real?"

"I--yeah. It's the same but not I guess, I don't know." he pauses. "I wanted to talk to you about something," he says, eyes darting between you and his plate.

"Of course."

"I...I've been thinking, a lot, about us." His eyes meet yours, vulnerable almost.

"Mhmm," you say, probing him to say what he wants to say. He swallows hard, this is the part where he's supposed to be confident, I mean he's been so much better lately, he can't help but think if he can save lives and be a doctor why can't he ask you a stupid question?

"I think--I want to...I think we should, I don't know, move in together?" The words come out in a rush, and he immediately looks terrified when you don't reply right away.

"You wanna move in with me?" you say smiling. Dennis nods eagerly, his eyes wide and hopeful.

"Yes, if you--only if you want to, of course. I mean only if you're comfortable with it. No pressure." He stirs on, nervous.

"Hey," you start, reassuring him. "Of course I want to live with you," you say as you walk around the island to where he's sitting and hug him from behind where he sits in his chair, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I mean, you practically live here anyway." He continues eating with a smile on his face, melting into your embrace. This is what he wants. This is where he wants to be, being with you like this all the time. He leans back slightly, leaning into you.

"I love you," he says softly after swallowing his bite. Your heart beats faster in your chest--that's the first time either of you have said that.

"What?" you say, startled, not in a bad way. Dennis's face turns bright red as he realizes he just said that out loud. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, his eyes wide and nervous.

"I--uh, I mean, you don't have to say it back obviously. I don't know why I said that-"

"No, no, no, Dennis." You say, cutting him off as you spin his chair around so he's facing you. "Say it again. Please?" His heart is racing so fast he thinks it might beat right out of his chest.

"I...I love you," he says, almost whispering it this time. You smile as you look at him, standing between his legs, hands on his shoulders.

"I love you, too." A soft smile spreads across his face. He reaches up, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you down for a gentle kiss.

"Finish your food," you say giggling as you break the kiss to clear your plate; both of you smiling ridiculously. He lets out a relieved laugh as he continues eating.

"So...when do you want me to move in?" he mumbles between bites, watching you from where he sits.

"I mean whenever you want. I don't live that far from you and Trin as is so I could help you move your stuff if you needed too. But only whenever it's convenient for you, I know you are both busy with work." He nods, swallowing as he gets up and brings his plate over to where you are, rinsing it off.

"I could probably get my stuff packed up this weekend," he explains.

"I can help, I'm not busy." He puts his plate down in the sink after it's done, flipping around leaning against the sink to face you.

"Are you sure you're okay for me to move in?"

"Yes, I want you to." You grab his hands and pull him towards you. "I like having you wake up next to me." Dennis lets out a soft sigh, leaning into your touch. His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer.

"Well, soon I'll be here every morning, and every night, too."

"Good," you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses the top of your head as you look up at him slightly.

"I love you so much," he whispers again softly.

"Love you too, Dennis," you say leaning into him as he wraps his arms around you. "Why don't you shower," you say, noticing he's still in his scrubs. He nods, pulling back slightly to look at you with a soft smile. He kisses your forehead again gently before heading to the bathroom.

"Will you--"

"I'm already in my pajamas and will be in bed when you're done," you say smiling, knowing what he was gonna say. He lets out a shaky laugh before going into the bathroom.

"Feel better?" you ask, as he walks out of the bathroom moving to put on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt.

"Mhm," he says as he climbs into bed next to you, immediately pulling you into his side. He kisses the top of your head gently. "You're still sure you're okay--"

"Yes, Denny." You reassure.

"Okay...good. I just love you so much, you know that right? Like...really love you. A lot." he admits softly, his arms tightening around you. "Gonna wanna be with you all the time now."

"You're always so needy," you tease.

"I just like being with you," he says softly.

"Well, I like you needy." You smile. "Well, at least now we don't have to worry about bothering Trin when I come over."

"Hm?" he says, confused.

"When she complains that we...we're too loud," you admit shyly. You can't see it but you can feel his face burn up. He buries his face in your neck, his voice muffled against your skin.

"We're not that bad, I mean her and Garcia..." you flip around to face him.

"It's not my fault you make me feel so good," you tease. His face goes pink, eyes moving between your eyes and lips before he kisses you, hands sliding up under your shirt.

"Can't help it," he whispers against your lips and he continues to kiss you.

"Yeah?" You tease as you move to nibble on his neck. Dennis lets out a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering closed as you kiss his neck. His hands tighten around you, pulling you closer.

"God--" he says shakily. Dennis tilts his head back, giving you better access, his fingers threading through your hair. "Mm...fuck, you're gonna leave a mark," he says breathlessly.

"Can't help it," you say as you mark his neck. He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly at the soft sounds you make as you kiss his neck.

"Fuck...baby, please..." He begs softly.

"Please, what?" He swallows hard, you feel it against your lips.

"Please, don't...keep going." His body is already responding, his legs spreading slightly without even realizing it.

"Need you, Dennis," you say as you roll him over on top of you, him letting out a strangled groan. He rolls his hips into yours through the fabric of his pants, burying his face in your neck, moaning.

"Fuck, need you too...god..."

"Dennis--" You softly moan out as he continues to grind down into you slowly, your hips rolling to meet his.

"Yes, please, touch me...please anything..." You reach down to pull at the hem of his shirt, pushing it over his head.

"Denny..." He whimpers at your voice once his shirt is removed, pawing at yours to get it off quickly.

"Please...need to be inside you...want it to bad." His hips stutter against yours, hands gripping you like he's afraid you'll make him stop. "Tell me I can..." His voice cracks, needy and desperate.

"Need you, Dennis," you say quickly as he practically sobs in relief at your permission, fumbling with your sleep shorts and underwear, yanking them down your legs before throwing them off the bed. His pajama pants follow immediately after. He doesn't even take the time to grab a condom, he just spits in his palm and stroked himself, once, twice, coating his cock with saliva before moving between your legs.

"God--"

"Gotta prep me a bit, baby," you say as you grab one of his hands to suck on his finger before moving them down to where you need them most. His eyes practically roll back as you suck on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. He groans when his hand reaches your pussy, pushing two fingers inside, adding a third finger when your moans grow and you spread your legs wider. "So good, Denny..." His mouth hangs open a bit as he watches his fingers disappear inside you, the sound of your moans making his dick throb and leak even more. He bites his lip as he slowly curls his fingers inside you.

"You-you're so wet..."

"Fuck me now, please, please need it..." With that, he quickly pulls his fingers out, sucking on them briefly to taste you before positioning himself between your legs. He pushes inside slowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he bottoms out, buried to the hilt inside you.

"Holy fuck...so fucking good..." Dennis starts moving, deep, slow thrusts that make the bed creak slightly beneath you both. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath hot and ragged against your neck as he whimpers into your skin. "All mine...this is all m-mine..." His hips stutter, picking up more pace, hitting that spot inside you that makes you arch into him.

"God, yes, all y-yours," you manage out. He groans like a prayer, his thrusts turning desperate and needy as he fucks deeper into you, one hand tangled in your hair, pulling your face into his so he can kiss you, sloppily and breathlessly.

"Say it again...please, baby, say it again."

"All y-yours, Dennis...only you," you say between moans. Dennis whimpers against your mouth, the words going straight to his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby... christ, so fucking sweet...so pretty... all mine..." He chokes on a sob of pleasure, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven as he feels his cock swell inside you with every thrust of his hips. "Feels--feels so good...you feel so good, baby." He buries his bace in your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point as he doesn't stop.

"Denny I'm close..." You moan out.

"Me too, baby..."

"Inside, please...please," you practically beg. Dennis whines, low and desperate, his hips snapping into you.

"Yeah? You want that...? Want me to-" His words dissolve into a broken moan as he feels himself getting close, his grip on your hip bruising. "Gonna...gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna bury it deep..."

"God, fuck, Dennis--" You whine out as you cum on his cock, squeezing down on him. He's shaking now, his thrusts becoming short and sharp.

"Look at me...pleasepleaseplease need to see you when I...I.." He's rambling as he chases his orgasm as you look at him, locking eyes.

"Come on, baby, cum inside me Denny, need it..." A broken cry escapes him as his control shatters completely. He slams into you one last time, burying himself;f to the hilt as he empties himself deep inside you with a sob of relief. His hips stutter, grinding out every last pulse as he fills you, his face buried in your neck now, whispering against your skin.

"All mine...all fucking mine..." Dennis collapses on top of you, his head buried into your shoulder as you rub his back gently and run your hands through his hair. He stays buried inside you, his softening cock still twitching occasionally as he catches his breath. His face is still hidden in your neck, his hands gripping your hips like he's afraid to let go. After a moment, he starts to pepper soft kisses along your collarbone, his voice muffled against your skin. "Love you so much."

"Love you too, baby."

Very genuine question: when yall hear the song “Me and Micheal” do you think of Hucklerobby or byler? Bc I’ve heard both and I’m curious….

Literally I have an addiction I can’t stop consuming every media and fanfiction of Dennis Whitaker and the Pitt on the planet. (It’s been like this forever) - ft one of my 50 million edits of him I have saved

❤︎ masterlist yay!!! ❤︎

I write for whoever I feel like and or obsessed with at the moment, a lot of josh Washington though :3 (this master list doesn't include him he has his own)

Smut: ❤︎ blurb: ۶ৎ multi-chapter: ʚɞ

characters:

E T H A N - L A N D R Y

Nobody New ☾⋆｡°✩ ❤︎

Tell Your Friends ⍣ ೋ ❤︎

Take My Breath ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❤︎

R O D R I C K - H E F F L E Y

Acquainted ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❤︎

K Y L O - R E N

Professional ✧˖*°࿐ ❤︎

S N O T L O U T

Better Believe 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 ❤︎

D E N N I S - W H I T A K E R

American Teenager ༊*·˚ ❤︎

Fuck Me Eyes ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ❤︎ ۶ৎ

Smut: ❤︎ blurb: ۶ৎ multi-chapter: ʚɞ

J O S H - W A S H I N G T O N

The Party & The After Party ·˚ ༘ ❤︎

As You Are ☆・:.,;* ❤︎

Josh Washington NSFW Alphabet ❤︎ ۶ৎ

Best Friends *+:｡.｡

After Hours *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 ❤︎ ʚɞ

Don’t Look Away ✧˚ · . ❤︎

Wanderlust ༉‧₊˚. ❤︎

Shameless ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 ❤︎ ʚɞ

Need You ⋆·˚ ༘ * ❤︎ ۶ৎ

Odd Look *ೃ༄ ❤︎

Quiet ੈ♡˳ ❤︎ ۶ৎ

Save Your Tears ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

No One Noticed * ੈ✩‧₊˚ ❤︎

J O S H - W A S H I N G T O N - requests

Josh Washington x vigrin reader ❤︎

Josh Washington x dom gn reader ❤︎ ۶ৎ

This is the worst day of my life I’m so sad.

Summary: You and Josh both have feelings for each other, except neither make a move. You both, after wanting to, act on your feeling for each other.

Tags: smut, vaginal sex, kissing, yearning kinda?, vaginal fingering, neck kissing

A/N: sorry for being gone for so long I’ve been so busy and unnoticed to write but I’m planning on posting a lot more again!! <3

"Hey, nice to see you all made it." Josh greets the friend group, then he gets to you. He’s always felt an anchoring towards you, and it compels him to speak for a minute. He stared into your eyes, then smirked and said. “Nice to see you."

“Nice to see you too,” you said, looking up at him as you walked inside. Josh watches you walk inside, his gaze lingering on you before he turns his attention back to the group. He listens to the conversations, laughing and joking along, but his mind is elsewhere.

“Anyone want a drink?" He asks.

“Who wouldn’t?” You say as you walk over to the kitchen, where Josh and his sisters are, everyone else following. Josh grins mischievously as he pours drinks for everyone, his eyes never leaving you. He hands you your drink before turning his attention back to everyone. As the night goes on, he becomes more and more drunkenly animated.

“How about we play a game?" Josh suggests, later in the night.

“Like what?” Emily asks.

“How about truth or drink?” You suggest.

“Truth or Drink it is,” Josh says as he pours shots for everyone, placing them on the counter. He looks around the room, his eyes landing on you. “Who goes first?" You all look at each other, wondering who goes first.

“I don’t know, but I think I’m a little tied,” Jess says as she looks over at Mike, elbowing him.

“Yeah, me too, man,” he says, letting out an exaggerated fake yawn. “See you all tomorrow,” he says as he and Jess walk upstairs, bidding us goodnight.

“God, could they be any more obvious?” Emily says, rolling her eyes as she moves closer to Matt. Josh watches Mike and Jess disappear upstairs, a smirk playing on his lips. He turns back to the group, his eyes flicking between you and all your other friends. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So, truth or drink?" Josh finally asks.

“Who are you asking?” You say as you sip from your drink, looking around at Josh, Ashley, Chris, Matt, and Emily, since his sisters and Sam already went to bed a while ago. Josh looks directly at you, his gaze intense.

“You.” He pushes off from the counter, taking a step closer. “Truth or drink?" He repeats, his voice low and challenging. Emily and Matt exchange glances, sensing the tension building between you and Josh. "Come on.”

“Well, you have to ask me a question first,” you tease. Josh's smirk widens, enjoying the banter. He thinks for a moment before asking.

“Have you ever thought about hooking up with someone in this room?" The room goes silent. Emily gasps softly, Matt chokes on his drink, and Chris looks shocked. You raise my eyebrow before taking a sip of your drink, not wanting to answer that. Josh chuckles, his smirk growing wider. “Alright then."

“My turn,” you say as you look over at Chris. “Chris…” you say, smiling. Chris looks up from his phone, surprised to be chosen. He sets his phone aside and looks at you expectantly.

“Yeah?"

“Do you want to hook up with anyone in this room?” you ask, trying to get him to admit his feelings for Ashley; everyone knew they liked each other, but neither of them did anything about it. Chris immediately looks over at Ashley, who's watching him with wide eyes. He hesitates for a moment before he quickly downs his drink, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially Ashley. The room is silent again, the tension palpable. “Hmm, ok,” you say as you sip on your drink.

“Well, this has been fun,” Emily says as she stands up. “I’m gonna go to bed, coming sweetie?” She says to Matt as she moves towards the lodge stairs. Matt stands up immediately, wrapping his arm around Emily's shoulder.

“Yeah, I'm coming." He looks back at you and the others. “Night." They start walking up the stairs, Matt glancing back at everyone briefly before disappearing. The room grew quieter.

“Lame,” you say as you watch them walk away. “Just us then,” you say to Josh, Chris, and Ashley. Josh takes another swig of his drink, his eyes never leaving you as everyone watches Matt and Emily disappear upstairs. He sets his glass down with a thud and turns to face you fully, Chris and Ashley sitting quietly near him.

“Yeah, just us then." His voice is low and smooth.

“Who wants to go next, then?” You ask, looking around. Ashley hesitates, glancing at Chris before looking back at you.

“I will." She sits up straighter, her eyes meeting yours. “Truth or drink?" Chris watches her closely, his expression unreadable.

“Alright. What’s your question, Ash?” You ask. Ashley takes a deep breath before asking.

“Have you ever had a crush on someone in this friend group?" Her eyes flicker to Chris briefly before returning to you. Josh leans forward, intrigued by the question. Chris stiffens beside Ashley, his eyes fixed on her. The room is silent, awaiting your response.

“Yes,” you say, deciding to answer honestly rather than sip from your drink, trying not to look at Josh. Ashley's eyes widen slightly at your response, but she doesn't press further. Josh, however, leans back against the counter, a smug smile spreading across his face.

“Interesting," He says, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Alright, Ash, same question for you,” you say, hoping she’ll say yes, giving Chris a little hint that she likes him back. Chris's gaze lingers on Ashley, a soft smile playing on his lips. He seems to be anticipating her answer, his heart likely racing. Josh notices the exchange and smirks, clearly amused by the developing situation. Ashley avoids Chris's gaze but can't hide her blush. You look over at Josh, leaning in to whisper something in his ear.

“Do you think either of them will admit they like each other soon?” You whisper in his ear, looking at Chris and Ash talking to each other. Josh leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. He chuckles softly, his fingers brushing against your arm as he replies.

“Honestly? I think they're both too stubborn to admit it anytime soon." He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a playful smirk.

“They better,” you say before pulling away. “Alright, whose turn is it now?” Josh glances over at Chris and Ashley, who are now chatting quietly, their bodies angled towards each other.

“It's my turn, I think,” he says, turning his attention back to you. “Truth or drink?"

“Alright, Josh, what’s your question?” Josh pauses, his eyes flicking over your face before he asks softly.

“Do you like someone in this room?" His voice is low and serious, the playful smirk from earlier replaced with genuine curiosity. Chris and Ashley pause their conversation, suddenly interested in your response. You reached for your glass, taking a sip. Josh watches you take a sip, his eyes tracing your lips as they touch the glass. He swallows hard, taking a drink himself to hide his reaction. Chris and Ashley exchange glances, clearly curious about your answer but respecting your choice to drink instead of answering. “Fair enough," Josh says. I glance over at Chris and Ashley, Ash looking at Chris before she stands up.

“I uh… I think I’m gonna head to bed. Night, you guys,” she says as we watch her walk upstairs. Chris watches Ashley leave, his expression a mix of longing and frustration. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. Josh nudges you slightly, whispering out of Chris's earshot.

"She's definitely into him,” he says to you.

“No shit,” you whisper back. “So Chris…” you start as Ashley leaves. “When are you making a move on her?” Chris looks at you, his face turning red. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat before answering.

“I don't know... I mean, what if she doesn't feel the same way?" He glances upstairs, where Ashley has disappeared to. Josh chuckles softly beside you.

“Dude, she does,” Josh says.

“Yeah, Chris, it’s so obvious…plus she’s told me she likes you,” you say as you glance over at Josh and take a sip of your drink. Chris's eyes widen in shock.

“Really?" He asks, leaning forward eagerly. Josh grins wickedly beside you, clearly enjoying Chris's reaction.

“See, told you," Josh says to Chris. “So what's stopping you?" You look at Chris, waiting for his response. Chris hesitates, looking back and forth between you and Josh before standing up abruptly.

“You know what? Fuck it." He downs the rest of his drink in one gulp and sets the glass down with a thud. “I'm gonna go talk to her."

“There you go,” you say as you smile and watch Chris gain a little confidence to walk up to Ashley’s room, leaving you and Josh alone. As soon as Chris disappears upstairs, Josh turns to you with a wide grin.

"About damn time,” he says, relaxing back onto the counter. “Those two have been dancing around each other for months." He takes another sip of his drink before asking, "So..."

“So what?” You ask as you stand up and walk around the counter over into the kitchen to grab another drink. Josh watches you walk away, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment before hopping off the counter and following you into the kitchen. He leans against the counter in there as you grab another drink, his voice low when he speaks.

“So, now that the love birds are occupied, wanna play another round?"

“Alright, I’m game,” you say, pouring yourself a drink and sitting at the counter as Josh leans on the counter across from you. Josh smirks, his eyes meeting yours across the kitchen. He takes a moment to appreciate the view, you sitting on the counter with your legs dangling down.

"Truth or drink?" *He asks, his voice a bit hoarse.

“You gotta ask me a question,” you tease. Josh chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

“Right, right. Um..." He pauses, pretending to think hard while secretly enjoying the sight of you perched on the counter. “Have you ever hooked up with someone you weren't supposed to?"

“Well, what do you mean by you’re not supposed to?” You ask.

“Like someone off-limits…someone who could cause drama if people found out,” he clarifies, his gaze holding yours intensely, searching for your reaction.

“I don’t think I have, no,” you say. Josh studies your face for a moment, trying to determine if you're telling the truth. He eventually nods, seeming to accept your answer. “My turn,” you say as you pause to think of a question. “Weirdly, I can’t think of anything right now,” you say as you take another sip from your drink.

“Take your time, I'm in no rush." He leans back against the counter, crossing his arms casually as he watches you think. The kitchen lighting casts a warm glow on his features. You can’t help but stare.

“I mean, I feel like I know a lot about you already…I mean, what else is there to know?” You say as you take another sip. Josh raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Oh yeah? You think you know me that well, huh?" He pushes off from the counter, walking around it to stand closer to you. "Let's see then... ask me something you don't already know."

“How can I ask you something I don’t know?” You say playfully. Josh laughs softly, his lower back hitting the counter you’re sitting on.

“You could ask me something personal. Something no one else knows,” he challenges softly, his voice lowering.

“I mean, I don’t really know… is there anything you wanna ask me?” You ask as you sip your drink again. Josh watches you take another sip, curious about what you're holding back.

“Actually, yeah..." He says slowly.

“Ask away.” Josh takes a deep breath, his eyes locked with yours.

“Alright...have you ever had feelings for someone you couldn't act on?"

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve had feelings for people and chose not to act on them, but I don’t know if that counts,” you say honestly, thinking about your feelings for Josh.

"Fair enough," he says, his voice maintaining a steady tone.

“Anything else?” You ask, since he can just ask questions now, it doesn’t feel like you’re playing the game anymore. Josh smirks slightly, realizing you've opened the door for him to ask anything he wants. He takes a moment to think, his eyes scanning over your features.

“Do you have a type?" He asks suddenly, catching you off guard with the question.

“Surprisingly, no… I haven’t really liked many people, and they aren’t similar, so no.” Josh's smirk fades away, replaced by genuine interest. He didn't expect that answer. Most people have a type, or at least think they do.

“So you don't have a preference?" He asks softly, leaning in a bit closer.

“Not really. Do you have a type?”

"I do," Josh admits without hesitation, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly before meeting yours again. “But it's not as simple as eye color or hair type. It's more about personality and...like stuff."

“Really? That’s kinda surprising coming from you,” you say as you take a sip of your drink. Josh notices how you take a sip of your drink, using it as a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Why is that surprising?"

“I dunno, I just feel like you would care about looks more than personality.”

“I mean, hey, I like a good-looking girl as much as the next guy, but looks are just a bonus, you know? They can catch your attention, sure. But personality, that’s what keeps you interested."

“Yeah, I agree actually,” you said, smiling. Josh smiles back, deciding to push his luck slightly.

“So if someone had a great personality and chemistry with you... looks wouldn't matter that much?" He asks casually, trying to hide the hopeful undertone in his voice. "Hypothetically speaking."

“Like probably,” you say casually. Josh leans in slightly more, his voice dropping to a softer tone.

“And hypothetically speaking... if someone had all those things, great personality, good chemistry... would they stand a chance with you?"

“Well, I think so, I mean Jess and Emily make fun of who I like anyway, so it doesn’t matter much,” you say, smiling to yourself. “They are always questioning my taste.”

"So they think you have bad taste?" He asks playfully.

“Mhm,” you hum out as you sip your drink. Josh watches as you sip your drink again.

“What are their types then?” He teases.

“Matt and Mike,” you say, like it’s obvious. Josh rolls his eyes playfully. “What’s wrong with them?” You ask, smiling and curious.

“No, nothing,” he says with a smirk as he sips his own drink. "And what about you?" He says, looking over his glass.

“What about me?”

"What do you look for in a guy?" Josh asks softly, trying to sound casual.

“I just told you I don’t have a type.” Josh smiles at you.

"But there must be some things you like," he presses gently. “Like personality-wise or something?" He leans forward slightly.

“Well… I like when people are funny, I guess, and obviously nice…” You say, trying to think of more.

"What about... physical stuff? There’s gotta be something,” he teases.

“I mean, I feel like my physical type isn’t really consistent except I just want someone to be taller than me… which isn’t hard,” you say. Josh leans back against the counter, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Alright, hypothetical situation…” Josh starts.

“O,k hit me with it.” Josh takes a deep breath, trying to play it cool.

“Let's say there's a guy…tall, funny, nice, loyal...and he likes you. Like really likes you." He pauses, gauging your reaction before continuing. “Would you give him a chance?"

“Why wouldn’t I?” You ask.

"No reason, just wondering."

“Alright,” you said, shrugging. “What about you?”Josh raises an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift in focus. He clears his throat and leans forward again.

"What about me?" He repeats, pausing. "You mean like my type?"

“Yeah,” you confirm. Josh pauses for a moment, considering his answer carefully.

"Honestly, I'm pretty open-minded when it comes to looks," he says with a casual shrug. “I do like a girl who’s hot, though,” he says playfully. You roll your eyes. “But I do have a thing for confidence."

“I feel like that makes sense for you.”

"Funny is good too,” Josh adds. "And honest. I like it when people are straightforward and honest." He meets your gaze steadily. There’s a small silence as you take a sip from your drink. The atmosphere between you both feels comfortable and easy. “So..."

“So… what?”

"So, would you say we have similar tastes in people?" Josh asks casually. "I mean, based on what we've talked about...”

“I guess we kinda look for the same things,” you admit. Josh smiles softly at your response.

"Yeah, we do," he agrees quietly. "You know..." He pauses briefly before continuing. “You're pretty easy to talk to."

“You are too, Josh,” you say softly, sipping your drink, finishing it off. “I feel like I’ve never really talked to you like this before.”

“Yeah, me neither," he admits softly. “It's nice."

“It is,” you agree as you set your empty glass down on the counter next to you.

"You know what's weird?" He asks quietly.

“Hm?”

"This." Josh gestures vaguely between the two of you. “How we’re just... talking like this. Like actually talking, you know?" He smiles slightly. “It's different." And he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“Why haven't we ever done this before?"

“I don’t know. Never really gotten the chance, I guess?” You say, even though there have been chances.

"Yeah, I guess so," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tired?" He asks softly, "It's getting pretty late."

“A little,” you say honestly, even though you don’t want this conversation to end.

"I should probably get to bed," he says, moving off the counter.

“Yeah, me too,” you say as you hop off the counter, putting your drink in the sink and following him to the lodge stairs up to your rooms. Josh leads the way upstairs; he can feel your presence behind him, the warmth of your body radiating through the space between you. When you reach the top of the stairs, he turns to face you, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Night," he says, looking down at you.

“Night, Josh,” you say as you walk to your room and him to his. Josh watches you walk to your room, his eyes lingering on you until you disappear behind the closed door. He stands there for a moment, just staring at the wooden panel that separates you from him. Finally, he takes a deep breath and turns towards his own room, his mind racing with thoughts of you.

“Fuck.”

You slip into bed, mind racing about your talk with Josh as you drift to sleep. You wake up the next morning, day going how it usually does with your friend group before you all head to bed. You find yourself unable to sleep, walking downstairs to sit on the back balcony to clear your head, watching the snow fall on the trees. Around midnight, Josh gives up on sleeping and decides to get some water from the kitchen. He's halfway down the stairs when he sees your silhouette on the back balcony through the glass doors. Something draws him towards you, curiosity and maybe something more.

“Can't sleep?" You turn around to see Josh.

“Oh, hey…yeah.” He steps out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him quietly. The cold night air wraps around you, but the warmth of the proximity keeps you both comfortable. Josh leans against the railing next to you, looking out at the snow-covered trees.

“Me either," he admits softly. “Too much on my mind."

“Me too.” Josh glances at you, noticing how the moonlight casts a soft glow on your features. He finds himself getting lost in the moment, the quietness of the night and your presence creating an intimate atmosphere.

“It's beautiful out here," he says softly as you both watch the falling snow.

“Yeah. I love it up here, it’s so cool you and your sisters can just come up here whenever,” you admit. Josh smiles softly at your words, feeling a sense of pride and contentment. He loves sharing this place with the people he cares about.

“Yeah, it's a pretty great escape," *he agrees, his gaze drifting back to the snowy landscape. “You know, I'm really glad you're here."

“Me too, I always love it when you invite me and everyone up here.” Josh nods, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at your words. But there's something more, something he's trying to ignore. You stand there in silence with him for a second. Josh takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves as he turns to face you.

"Hey…” Josh starts.

“Yeah?” You ask, looking over at him. Josh swallows hard; the cold air has turned his breath visible, and it mingles with yours as he leans in slightly closer.

“I'm really glad we're friends," he says softly.

“Me too, Josh,” you say, smiling up at him warmly. “I think I’m gonna go sit inside by the fire… I’m kinda cold.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and start to walk back inside. Josh watches you walk away, his eyes lingering on the way your hair falls over your shoulder. He quickly snaps out of his daze and follows you inside, the warmth of the lodge enveloping you both.

“Wait up," he calls out softly, catching up to you by the fireplace. Josh joins you on the couch, leaving some space between your bodies but still close enough that your arms occasionally brush against each other. The fire crackles softly in front of you, casting a warm glow over your faces. “Warm enough?"

“Mhm,” you hum out, nodding. You sit there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being the popping of the firewood and the soft whispers of snow falling outside. Josh finds himself stealing glances at you, and you at him. “So… why couldn’t you sleep?” You ask, breaking the soft silence. Josh hesitates for a moment before answering, his gaze lingering on the dancing flames in the fireplace.

“Too much on my mind," he admits softly.

“Me too.” Josh looks at you, your eyes meeting in the soft light of the fire.

"What's keeping you up?"

“I um…” You pause for a second, wondering if you want to tell him it’s about him. “I was just

thinking about stuff from yesterday,” you say vaguely. Josh's heart rate picks up slightly at your vague response. He wonders if you're thinking about him too. The room feels suddenly warmer, and he shifts closer to you on the couch without realising it.

"Stuff from yesterday?" he prompts gently, trying to get more information without pushing too hard.

“Mhm,” you say quickly. “How about you? What were you thinking about?” You ask, trying to change the subject. Josh studies your face for a moment, trying to gauge your reaction. He sees the slight nervousness in your eyes and decides to play along for now.

“Just... stuff," he says with a small smile. He leans back into the couch, his arm resting along the back of it.

“Like what stuff?” Josh hesitates, his fingers drumming lightly on the couch cushion behind you. He's torn between telling you the truth and keeping it vague as you did. In the end, honesty wins out.

“You," he admits quietly, turning his head to look at you directly. You turn to look at him quickly, surprised.

“Me?” You say, almost as if you don’t believe what you’re hearing. He sees the surprise in your eyes, the way your pupils widen and your lips part slightly. Josh swallows hard, his throat dry.

“Yeah, you," he repeats softly, his gaze darting between your eyes and your lips.

“I was um… thinking about you too; our conversation last night,” you admit, your cheeks heating up. The way you're blushing makes his stomach flutter. He leans in slightly closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

“What part of it?"

“All of it.” Josh feels his cheeks warm up as well. The fire crackling in the background seems to be the only sound in the room, aside from your soft voices. He decides to take a chance, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I've been thinking about it too..."

“Yeah…?” Josh takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He turns to face you more directly, his eyes searching yours.

“I've been thinking about you," he says quietly, his voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "About what you said last night." Your face got redder.

“Guess we were both thinking about it then.” Josh nods, his gaze never leaving yours. The room feels smaller, the air thicker. He can feel the heat radiating off your skin, can see the way your pulse flutters at the base of your throat. Without thinking, he reaches out and gently brushes his fingers against your flushed cheek.

“Looks like it," he murmurs. You lean into his touch, your eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. Josh's breath hitches as you lean into his touch. His fingers linger on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. He can feel his resolve weakening, the distance between you two shrinking with each passing second. His eyes drop to your lips involuntarily.

“Josh…?” You ask softly. His name on your lips is almost his undoing. He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.

"Yeah?" He's aware of how close you two are now, aware of how easily he could lean in and press his lips to yours.

“Can you just kiss me?” Without hesitation, Josh closes the remaining distance between you two. His lips press against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It's slow and sweet, filled with all the unspoken feelings that have been building between you two. His hand moves from your cheek to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You melt into the kiss, kissing him back as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Been wanting to do that,” Josh says as he deepens the kiss, his tongue gently probing at your lips until you open for him. He explores your mouth, savouring your taste. His arms wrap around your waist, lifting you onto his lap so you're straddling him on the couch. The kiss turns passionate, hungry. Josh's hands roam over your back, his fingers tangled in your hair. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, to your neck. He marks your skin gently with his teeth and lips, leaving soft hickies behind.

“Josh…” you softly moan against his lips. Hearing his name fall from your lips in a soft moan is nearly enough to undo him completely. Josh captures your lips again, kissing you deeply as his hands wander beneath your shirt, tracing the softness of your skin. The fire crackles behind you, the sound mixing with your heavy breathing. “Do you wanna go upstairs… to your room?” You whisper against his lips.

“Yes,” Josh nods against your lips, too caught up in the moment to say anything more. You slip off Josh’s lap, grabbing his hand as you lead him up the lodge stairs, him pulling you back to kiss you as you stumble up the stairs to his room. Your stumbling, kissing progress continues until you reach the door to his room. Josh kicks it open, pulling you inside and slamming it shut behind you. He pushes you against the door, his body pressing against yours as he kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body.

“Josh…” you moan into his mouth as your back presses into the door. Josh's hands move to grip your hips tightly, pulling you away from the door and towards the bed. He breaks the kiss long enough to tug his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside carelessly. He turns his attention back to you, his fingers hooking into the hem of your shirt.

“Off,” he says desperately. You take your shirt off and throw it aside as you feel the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. Josh takes a moment to look at you, his eyes roaming over your bare skin hungrily. He reaches behind you to unhook your bra, tossing it aside once it's off. He pushes you gently back onto the bed. “God, you're so fucking beautiful.”

“Josh…” you whisper as you lie back on the bed, as Josh moves on top of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Josh kisses you back passionately, his body pressing against yours. His hands move to unbutton your jeans, slipping them off along with your underwear. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, your collarbone, between your breasts. You let out a soft moan as you reach down and tug on his belt, trying to undo it.

“Oh?” He teases. Josh raises his head to help you with his belt, his hips pressing against yours more firmly. Once the belt is undone, he quickly pulls off his jeans as he settles back between your legs, kissing you deeply again, his fingers trailing down to where you need him most.

“Josh…” you gasp as you feel him touch you. Josh groans against your lips, his fingers slipping inside of you easily. He curls them upwards, pressing against that sensitive spot inside of you.

“Fuck, you're so wet," he breathes out against your lips.

“God… feels goo,d Josh…” you moan. Josh smiles against your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you steadily. He can feel you arching against his hand, pressing for more. He obliges, adding a third finger and curling them to hit that spot inside of you perfectly.

“Does it? Does it feel good, baby?"

“Yes—so good… mm close…” Josh's hand moves faster, his fingers curling and pumping inside of you with expert precision. He can feel your legs trembling on either side of him, your moans growing louder and more desperate. He leans down to whisper dirty words in your ear between kisses.

"Come for me, baby." You let out a moan and cum on his fingers. Josh watches you come apart on his fingers with a satisfied smirk. He pulls his fingers out slowly, bringing them up to suck them without breaking eye contact. He sees you panting and flushed beneath him, fucking gorgeous. “That's it, baby..." He kisses you roughly.

“Need you,” you say between kisses. Josh breaks the kiss to grab a condom from his bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth. He pushes his boxers down, rolling the condom on quickly before settling back between your legs.

“You need me to fuck you?" he asks roughly, pressing the head of his dick against your entrance.

“Yes fuck—“ you say desperately. With one smooth thrust, Josh is inside of you completely, swallowing your moan with his mouth. Fuck, you're tight and wet and perfect around his cock.

“Shit, baby..." He begins to move slowly, giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck—Josh..!” you moan as he starts to move. Josh groans at the sound of his name on your lips, picking up the pace. He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper inside of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...You feel so good," he pants, his hips thrusting harder and faster.

“You make me feel so good, Josh.” He leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, his hips never slowing down. He's hitting that spot inside of you with every thrust, making you scream his name into his mouth.

“You're so perfect, baby... taking my dick so well..." He reaches between you two to rub your clit in circles. You arch your back off the bed as he begins to rub circles on your clit, whines and moans mixed with his name falling from your mouth. "Goddamn," Josh hisses, his thumb pressing harder on your clit. He loves the sound of his name falling from your lips like that. He spreads your legs wider apart, hitting an even deeper angle inside of you. “You're gonna come for me again, aren't you?"

“Yes…” You whine. Josh's fingers tighten on your legs as he pounds into you relentlessly. He can feel his own orgasm building, but he refuses to come before you do again. He focuses on rubbing your clit faster, hitting that spot inside of you perfectly with each thrust.

“Come on, baby..." he urges.

“Josh… so close…” Hearing you say his name like that, all breathy and needy, sends a jolt of pleasure through him. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Let me feel that pretty little cunt come on my dick, baby. Squeeze me tight..."

“God don’t stop—“ you say as you get near the edge. Josh's hips move faster, his thrusts more powerful. He's hitting that spot inside of you perfectly now, his hand working your clit expertly. He can feel you trembling underneath him, hear the desperate whimpers falling from your lips.

“I won't stop, baby..."

“Josh—!” you moan as you throw your head back and cum on his cock. Josh's eyes roll back as you come on his cock, squeezing him so tightly he sees stars. He loses control, his hips moving erratically as he follows you over the edge. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his loud groan as he fills the condom. Josh stays buried inside of you for a few moments, both of you panting heavily. He can feel your heart racing against his, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm. He places gentle kisses on your neck and collarbone before slowly pulling out.

“You okay, baby?" He asks softly.

“Mhm, you?” Josh smiles, kissing your forehead gently.

“More than okay," he says softly, disposing of the condom quickly before returning to your side. He pulls you into his arms, spooning behind you and pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade. You smile as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder, his body warm next to yours. Josh continues to kiss your shoulder softly, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist. He loves the way you fit against him like this, like you were made to be held by him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as you both drift off to sleep.