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messylustt · 1 year

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Ethan smut with an Innocent and inexperienced reader? just them gasping and Ethan making sure they're okay, whimpering his name etc

there’s something about this dynamic that’s just *chefs kiss*

so innocent — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan teaching you how to pleasure yourself.

contents : virginity loss. very innocent reader. use of ‘good girl’. spit.

“How do I—“ You begin, brushing your hands down your skirt.

"It's okay, just follow my lead." Ethan said, also brushing his hands down your skirt. "Just lie back..." Ethan begins, gently pushing your shoulder so that you rested against the headboard of Ethan's bed. "That's it."

You had gone to Ethan after someone said something about touching oneself. And when you stared at them all in confusion they had laughed. You felt embarassed, and your confusion in the situation made you want to rectify that.

When you knocked on Ethan's dorm room, fidgeting nervously, you had quietly asked what touching yourself means.

Ethan had stared at you, surprised but progressively turned on by your earnest look. You had a slight blush tainting your cheeks, when Ethan pulled you further in, shutting the door.

"Are you sure, y/n?" Ethan asks you, letting his gaze drop to your bare legs. You readjusted yourself on his bed, as you stared at him, not knowing where to place your hands.

You nod. "I want to know what it means—what it's supposed to feel like." The innocence swirling in your eyes went straight to Ethan's dick.

He gulped, sitting beside you, as he placed his hand over your legs. "What did they say?"

"They were asking what the most scandelous place they touched themselves was." You bit your lips abesntmindely, nibbling in thought. "I hadn't known what to say."

Ethan moves closer to you, now resting his hand on your thigh. He didn't want you to know exactly how eager he was to teach you. "So, you've never touched yourself in anyway?"

You shake your head. "Is that bad?"

Ethan quickly shakes his head. "No, no." He moves closer, as he brushes your hair behind your ear. You meet his gaze as he darts his eyes across your face. "That's fine. Touching yourself just feels nice, that's why everyone does it."

"Oh." You nod, feeling slightly ashamed that you hadn't yet.

"I can show you." Ethan tries not to sound too eager, wanting you to feel safe and comfortable.

You gulp, but nod. "Is that okay?"

Ethan's eyes slightly glaze over as his hand shifts from your thigh. "Why don't you take off your skirt?"

You do so, shimmeying out of the material. You leant back against the headboard, keeping your thighs pressed together, embarrassed.

Ethan places his hand back on your now bare thigh, making you slightly shiver. "Is this okay?" Ethan gently asks, as he begins to stroke your skin, watching you closely.

You nod. "You have to use your words, y/n, so, that I know you're feeling okay."

"Yes." You say, as Ethan brings his hand closer to the edge of your panties. He traces the outline, continuing to speak. "You can touch yourself whenever you feel...hot down here." Ethan looks back to your face. "How do you feel now?"

Your chest is slightly heaving up and down as your rub your thighs together. "Hot and...weird."

"That's good." Ethan's tone is praising. "That means your turned on."

You nod, following on to Ethan's words. Ethan slowly drags two of his fingers down the middle of your clothed pussy. You jolt, attempting to close your legs tighter at the foriegn feeling. "Its okay." Ethan consoles, as he places both his hands on your thighs. He moves closer, for better access.

"I want to help you." He says, slowly pushing your legs apart. "For me to do that, I need you to spread your legs." Ethan's tone has turned slightly breathy, even more so as you slowly draw your legs further apart. "Good...girl." Ethan praises, gulping.

His comment sends a shiver through your body, resulting in heat at your core. "I feel hot...more than before."

Ethan nods, adjusting himself, so that he can stare at your pussy. He presses his fingers back to your middle, rubbing. You gasp, your back slightly arching. "That feels- oh."

"Good?" Ethan inquires, rubbing up and down your pussy. He could feel your wetness soaking through the material of your panties.

"I'm going to remove your panties now." Ethan states. "Can you lift your hips for me?"

You do, pressing back against Ethan's bed. Ethan drags your panties down and tossing them aside. He looks back to your now bare pussy.

The cold air makes you press your legs together again. Ethan catches your gaze, with a small raise to his brows. You slowly reopen your legs, spreading them wider than before. Ethan's breath hitches at the sight of you watching him, waiting for him to touch you.

Ethan brings his hand back to your core, gently stroking through your wetness. Your body immediantly responds, slightly pushing into him but also away. "You can use your fingers to pleasure yourself, like this..." Ethan begins to circle your clit, adding occasional pressure that makes your body jolt into him. "Oh..." a breathy whimper leaves your lips.

Ethan continues to stroke and rub you. Pleasure is coursing through you, as more little moans leave your lips, but you grow embarrassed at the noise coming out of you that you press your lips together.

"No, no. It's good to make noises, especially if someone else is touching you. It shows them you like what their doing." Ethan's fingertips are now soaked in your arousel, as he watches your expressions.

"I-is that what- that feels like- oh wow." You'd never felt so good before. Why hadn't you done this sooner? Ethan then draws his hand away from your pussy, allowing a needy, pathetic whine leave you.

Ethan grins, grabbing your hand and leading it down to your pussy. "I just want you to learn the movements that feel nice."

He begins to move his fingers along yours, guiding you across your pussy. You pass over your engorged clit, making your back arch. A moan tumbles from your lips, making Ethan's cock react against his pants. He quickens his pace, meaning your own fingers stroke against your pussy a pace faster. "E-ethan."

"Your doing so...so good." Ethan breathes as he palms himself over his pants.

You suddenly feel something about to explode in your lower stomach, making you push Ethan's hand away. But Ethan knows what your feeling, and puts his hand alone back oin your pussy, continuing to rub. "N-no, I-"

"That's normal." Ethan says gently, as he strokes you. "Your about to orgasm."

Your head hit backs against the headboard. Ethan then sticks a finger inside you. You grab his wrist. "What-"

"Its okay, y/n. It will help you reach your orgasm." Ethan begins to slowly thrust his finger in and out of you. You moan, louder this time, your mouth open and panting. "Oh, god, Ethan."

Ethan begins to rub himself over his pants as he fingers you. "I'm gonna add second finger, alright?" In response he pushes his middle finger into you. Your heaving hard, as pleasure stays written all over your face. "That feel good?"

"Uh- uh huh." You quickly nod, making Ethan slightly groan as he palms his throbbing cock.

Then pleasure hits you, like you've never felt it before. Your back arches against Ethan's pillow as shocks spread through your body. You shudder, as Ethan fingers you through your orgasm.

When Ethan pulls away your panting and breathless, your eyes slightly hooded. "I-wow."

You go to say more when you catch Ethan bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth. Your eyes grow wide as you watch him suck you orgasm off. Ethan grins, catching your big eyed gaze. "You taste lovely, y/n."

You gulp, feeling the pressure between your legs return. A confused expression befalls your face as you look back down to your pussy. "Why do I feel...hot again. You just-"

Ethan was smiling, and that's when you noticed his hand rubbing himself over his dick. "One can have many orgasms at once, y/n."

You then carefully point to his cock. "Does that mean your turned on too?"

Ethan's chest is heaving. "You want to learn more? There's other ways to feel good."

You gulp, but eagerly nod. If you can feel pleasure like that again you wouldn't hesitate. A growl leaves Ethan's lips as he quickly places his hands beside your head, as you fall back onto the bed, your head on a pillow.

You gazed up at Ethan, as he grabbed one of your legs, pulling you apart again. He wrapped your legs around his hips as he pushed his bulge down onto you. You slightly jolted up into him, your clit still slightly sensitive. Your mouth opened as Ethan began to slowly grind himself into you. The material of his pants feeling strange against your naked pussy.

Ethan breathed over your mouth. "Undo my belt for me."

You carefully move your hands down, undoing his belt slowly. You looked down at your working hands when Ethan grabbed your chin, pulling you back up so that his mouth hovered over yours. "You know how to kiss right?"

"I've kissed one person." You nod.

"Have you ever used tongue?"

Your cheeks grow pink, and Ethan has his answer. "Let me show you. It feels really good." He whispers, before kissing you. He just gently sucks on your bottom lip, going slow at first.

"Keep undoing my belt." Ethan whispers against your lips. Your quicken your hands, managing to un-loop the leather, as Ethan kisses you again. This time he runs his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. "Open your mouth a fraction." Ethan instructs.

And when you do, he dives in, lapping at your tongue making you gasp. "Just copy my movements."

You move your head like his, and suck and lick his tongue like he was doing to you. "Pull me out— bring my cock out— now-" Ethans says breathlessly, as you had tossed his belt aside.

You unzip him, and gingerly sink your hand into his boxers, softly wrapping your hand around his cock, and bringing him out. Ethan's breathing shudders against your mouth, before he's pulling back, holding your thighs to him as he leant back.

He grabs a condom from his bedside table, removing the packet and placing it over his dick. "Is this okay?" Ethan asks you, as you nod quickly staring at his cock.

He then glances at your pussy, tilting his head slightly. Then he spits, directly onto you, making you gasp. He then uses his fingers to spread it around your clit and hole. Your body shudders as you can feel his spit drip. "Just want to make sure you're ready."

Ethan leans back down, kissing your lips. "Just tell me if you want to stop."

"Please." You say, anticipating the feeling of him inside you, if it felt anything similair to his fingers.

Ethan positions himself, as he slowly pushes in. You immediantl;y clench around him, your hands shooting to his shoulders. "It's gonna hurt at first, alright? But I promise you'll feel so good soon." Ethan pushes an inch further in, as your grip tightens. "It hurts-"

"Shh." Ethan kisses you. "You're okay." He distracts you by lapping at your neck as he pushes further in. "E-Ethan."

"Relax." He breaths against your skin, kissing and biting.

You try to, letting your walls lessen their hold, making ethan push much further in. "Just tell me when you want me to move."

You shakily nod, as you grab his shirt material. Soon, the pain shifts to pleausre and you shuffle, wanting Ethan to move. "You can move."

Ethan smiles, beginning to thrust in and out of you slowly at first before picking up pace. "Fuck..." He breathes, eyes rolling.

"Ethan..." You moan out, as your hands begin to wnader on yoru own. You reach his abs, feeling definition you never thought Ethan had. You scratch at his skin as Ethan moans into yoru ear. He supports himself by your head as he thrusts in and out.

"God, Ethan..." Your panting, feeling dazed.

"How do you feel?"

“So good, so, so good." you ramble out making Ethan grin.

"Your taking me so well, y/n. Good girl...taking me- fuck." Ethan's fingers tighten around the sheets. He kisses you, harder this time, as he picks up pace, making you both whimper and moan into each others mouths.

Soon Ethan orgasms, shuddering his hips into as you fall apart aswell. "Christ." Ethan gulps as he slows, staying inside you for a moment longer.

"I should have— god I should have been doing that a long time ago." You breath, chest heaving.

But Ethan shakes his head, as your brows knit together. Ethan kisses your lips before smiling. "Because then I wouldn't have been able to show you. I liked showing you."

Ethan spotted the marks he left on your neck and his smile widened. You looked so pretty like this. Hair a mess, eyes hooded, and chest heaving. So, fucking pretty for him.

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milfgyuu · 2 years

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Vanilla II [M]

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Tags: 8.7k words, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Smut 18+ Summary: Joshua has you on edge all evening and you’re not sure if you’ll survive dinner with your families. You, however, have him dealing with feelings he’s never had to war with, especially in the bedroom and it throws him into a tailspin.

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Warnings: explicit sexual content 18+, minors dni!, bdsm practices, rules & safe words established, mean-dom!josh, newbie-sub/brat!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, manhandling, pussy slapping, demoralizing dirty talk, coarse language, thigh riding, slight exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, one glass of wine, pet names, moderate sir kink, inappropriate son-in-law behavior at the dinner table, aftercare, more feelings.

The box arrived over an hour ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to open it.

The poor delivery guy had to push it into your hands lest you both stand there staring at one another for a solid ten minutes and you’d immediately walked into your bedroom, eyes wide, posture stiff. Carefully placing it on the edge of the bed, you backed away as if there was surely an explosive inside. You hadn’t even looked at the tag before you retreated to your living room. You attempted to simply ignore its presence.

You knew who it was from.

Dinner was a measly three hours away and you were a mess. You’d cleaned your condo from top to bottom which technically, had nothing to do with this evenings plans but you have a knack for stress cleaning and overthinking. So, now your floors were so clean you could eat off of them and you were absently twirling a wine glass, leaning in the doorframe of your bedroom, staring wearily at that damned box and it’s silk ribbon.

“I’m not afraid of a damned box,” you mumble to yourself, pushing into the room.

Draining your glass, you set it on the dresser before turning back toward the bed. The pristine white package taunts you and from this close, you can see the ever familiar scrawl on the tag. You lean forward tentatively, reaching for the ribbon, and as soon as your fingers close around the silk, the silence is pierced by a sudden sound and you shriek in terror, leaping back like a spooked prey animal.

You realize it’s your phone ringing and you huff in agitation, answering without even looking at the caller ID. “Hello?” spills from your lips in a harsh breath.

“Hello, angel,” Joshua’s honeyed voice spills into your ear, “What’s got you so worked up?”

“I- sorry, nothing,” you sputter out, hand still clutched to your chest, “It was just really quiet when the phone rang. It surprised me, that’s all.”

Joshua hums musedly, “Did you open my gift?”

You plop down on the edge of the bed, running your finger over the ribbon, “Want me to be honest?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart.”

The addition of these weaponized pet names has had a devastating effect on your well-being and Joshua uses them every chance he can get. “I’m afraid of the box.”

The words come out in a grumbling whisper and Joshua hums, “Open the box or I’m telling your mother how cute I think the birthmark on the inside of your thigh is.”

You’re scrambling for the package in the next second, tearing the bow off and letting it carelessly flutter to the floor while you fumble with the lid. When it finally comes off, you toss that and look into the box with one eye closed. There is nothing springing out at you but you put the phone on speaker and place it on the bed in case you need two hands.

“Well,” Joshua encourages at least some response, “What do you think?”

“It’s a dress,” you marvel, running your fingers over the soft material.

Laughter. “What did you think it was?”

You scoff at his teasing. “I don’t know. Something scandelous like anal beads or vibrating panties, knowing you.”

“Anal beads,” he repeats with a chuckle of surprise, “Interesting thought, but no. I don’t need toys to make you ruin your panties at the dinner table, my love.”

You smile, taking the dress out and holding it up to your shoulders. You glance over at the standing mirror in your room, appreciating your reflection. “You’re an absolute nightmare…but it’s really pretty. Thank you, Joshie.”

“You’re welcome,” he sighs happily, “I bet it’ll will look just as pretty on you as it will on the floor tonight.”

“JOSHUA.”

“I’ll pick you up in a few hours, baby,” Joshua carries on, non-plussed with your embarrassment, “Oh, and check under the tissue paper, there should be something else.”

He’s gone before you can respond and you eye the phone suspiciously before peering into the seemingly empty box. Indeed, you were too focused on the dress that you didn’t bother to check the rest of the contents and when you dig down to the bottom you let out the longest sigh, your head falling back on your shoulders.

At the bottom of the box, there is the purest, most stereotypical, virginal white set of satin lingerie you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. The irony is overwhelming.

“I’m going to actual hell for this man.”

You haven’t a damned clue what Joshua has up his sleeve for dinner tonight.

He picked you up at the door like any normal date, though you quickly realize that no man has ever shown up on your doorstep looking that good. Hair neatly styled, black jeans, crisp button down with the sleeves rolled and a few buttons undone. He was unfairly attractive but he looked at you like you hung all the stars in the sky.

He’d waited patiently for you to put on your earrings and shoes, and find your purse that you’d forgotten was left in the kitchen and just before you crossed the threshold of your front door he hooked you around the middle and spun you around for one long, dizzying kiss. Your eyes took a moment too long to open and he laughed when you asked what warranted such a greeting.

“I missed you,” was all he said and that was exactly what took you off guard. Fool.

Your parents are chatting in the living room when you arrive, pushing through the door quietly as if you could sneak in with Joshua without everyone realizing you arrived together. Fat chance because Joshua’s mother envelopes you both in a tight hug the second you step over the threshold and the first thing out of her mouth is, “My darlings! Did you come together?”

Joshua kisses his mom on the cheek like the doting son he is and smiles as he delivers a little white lie. “We live so closely to one another that it made more sense to carpool.”

Smooth.

Your mom is right behind her, pecking Joshua’s cheek and then your own. “Oh, we’re so happy you’re here! It’s been so long since we’ve gotten together like this.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joshua standing with both your fathers, your own grinning and patting him on the shoulder proudly. You tried to ignore how happy it made you that Joshua was so loved by your parents and when his mother tucks her hand into your elbow, pulling you into the dining room behind your mother, you’re grateful for the way they love you as well.

“Sweetheart, level with me,” She whispers, “How is my boy? He always tells me he’s just fine but I think he works too hard. Is he doing ok?”

You giggle at her pouted lips, patting her hand. “He really is okay, I promise,” you reassure her, “I make sure he gets out of the house every weekend and eats three square meals a day.”

Four meals if you count yourself but she doesn’t need to know that.

She squeezes you to her side, grinning beautifully. “That’s my girl! I’m so thankful that the two of you have remained close over the years. It warms my heart that you have each other,” she sighs and you know it’s coming, “We surely thought the two of you would be ma-”

“Mom,” Joshua’s voice cuts in, a smirk upon his pretty lips that resemble the woman he’s lovingly admonishing, “We’ve only just arrived and you’re already starting?”

She hitches a hand on her hip. “Joshua, I’m not getting any younger. Time to pick up the pace. Chop, chop!”

Your own mother snorts and pops her hand out down by her hip for Joshua’s mom to drop a low-five against her palm, the two of them giggling like school girls.

Your father chuckles coming up to your side and kissing your hair, “Ladies, leave the kids alone,” he grins, “Why don’t you two go up to your old room…there may or may not be a gift from your dear old dad waiting for you.”

You turn to him in surprise and he looks very smug, just like he had every Christmas morning since you were a kid. Your father was excellent at giving gifts and you threw your arms around him. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” you look up at him affectionately, “I’m too old for you to keep spoiling like this.”

He waves you off, pushing you toward Joshua and gesturing for you to go upstairs, “You’ll always be my little girl,” he argues, shooing you away, “Both of you go see, dinner won’t be ready for another twenty minutes anyway.”

You’re still looking back at him when you reach the foot of the stairs and Joshua’s hand splays low on your back, startling you into motion. You both miss how your mothers begin nudging one another conspiratorily as they watch you go. “Did you see that?” your mother whispers to his and she giddly returns, “Oh, yes, how do you feel about summer weddings?” and the two of them hurry back to the kitchen.

Both your fathers groan.

The closer you get, the more anxious you become. You hadn’t anticipated being alone with Joshua until later this evening and you quickly realize you were naive to think this dinner would go as planned. That you’d be able to sit across from your families and look them in the eye without cracking.

Joshua has you pinned against the inside of your bedroom door half a second after it’s closed, his hand wrapped around your throat. He’s less than an inch away from your face, eyes trailing from his hand up and he smirks, his breath ghosting over your skin “Do you think daddy knows the way his little girl likes to be spoiled now that she’s all grown up?”

“Joshua,” you gasp out, feeling his opposite hand pushing beneath your dress, “Our parents are right downstairs.”

He looks at you pointedly and raises a brow. “Then keep your pretty mouth shut.”

Panties pushed aside, he rubs the pads of his fingers against you, eyes trained on your face. When he pushes inside, you let out a breathy whimper and Joshua presses his lips against yours briefly, smothering the sound. “Shhhh,” he hushes you, teasing his teeth against your bottom lip, “Someone might think we’re up to something.”

He pulls his fingers from you and slaps your cunt at the same time he slips his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the pathetic moan before you can fully form it. The way he commands you to stay silent and then purposely pulls illicit sounds from the depths of your lungs sets the tone for the evening. He wants you to fail. An excuse to ruin you once you’re completely alone.

“Should I make you come before dinner?” he asks, kissing the side of your face sweetly, as if he’s not defiling you in your childhood bedroom. “Mellow you out,” he purs, rolling your clit in tight circles, “Relax you so you can be my good, obedient girl at the table?”

You nod your head frantically. “Yes, please yes… I’ll be so good for you.”

He smirks and then pulls away from you completely, watching your body sag helplessly against the door. Turning his back on you, panic begins to bubble up in your chest because maybe he was just fucking with you but you’re already desperate for his touch, fighting the urge to rub your thighs together and then he’s sitting on your bed, leaning back on his hands, legs spread.

The vision is so much like the first time you were together that you almost automatically drop to your knees to crawl over to him and Joshua sees it in your eyes. He’s so pleased with your reaction that he smiles and tips his head back in a beckoning gesture, “Come here, angel.”

Shaky legs quickly carry you over to him and Joshua’s hands come around your hips as he leans up, silently requesting a kiss. He’s gentle and tender, pulling you further onto the bed with him until he settles you over one thigh and you realize that was simply a distraction. You look down at him and he raises a brow as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’

Your fingers tense on his shoulders. “I don’t- I’ve never…”

Joshua’s gaze never leaves your own as he begins dragging your hips forward, rolling your cunt over his flexed muscle. “You will learn,” he commands just as you eyes close and then there is a loud, sharp smack to your ass and your eyes fly open in suprise at both the shock and the sound.

“Keep your eyes on me,” his nails bite into the material of your dress bunched up at your hips, “You can only play that off once or twice before someone comes to check on us. Do you want them to find you in here fucking my thigh in your pretty white panties?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Mhm,” Joshua nods, “That’s what I thought,” he suddenly releases you and leans back again, “Keep going and don’t stop until you make yourself come.”

“Yes, sir.”

You rock back and forth a little stiffly at first, horribly embarrassed and entirely aroused by the demeaning undertones of the act. The blatant desperation in each pass over his clothed thigh making that knot in your gut tighten exponentially. Joshua’s gaze never leaves your face and he doesn’t touch you or kiss you even once. He does however, move your panties to the side, mumbling something about not ruining those quite yet.

You settle into a faster pace, hands clutching his shoulders for support, the friction from his pants is absolute torture for your sensitive cunt and you bite your tongue to stop from whimpering pathetically. Your voice comes out in a choppy whisper, pace stuttering, “I-I’m so close…”

“Yeah, I know,” is all he says, eyes rapt with their focus on you.

The simple dismissal has a damning effect and you fall into an orgasm that has the man beneath you laughing quietly, offering little support for your weak, quivering body. He waits until you settle down, leaning a bit more weight onto him and then he’s kissing your face, brushing stray strands of hair back into place with his long fingers.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?” he teases you, settling loose the butterflies in your stomach all over again, “You’re not as mouthy tonight. Why’s that?”

You roll your head against his shoulder, stars still dancing beneath your eyelids.

“Honestly?”

Joshua laughs at your redundant question and you smirk against the pristine material of his shirt.

“I’m still adjusting to this version of you and I feel like I’m not sure what to expect,” you hum, picking your head up to see him listening to you intently, “I also don’t want to…well…disappoint you.”

He smiles, lips pursed as if he finds your worry a bit amusing. “The only time I’ve ever been truly disappointed in you was when you decided to go shot for shot with Jeonghan at that party when we were in college, after I explicitly told you not to, and then I had to carry you, sobbing and puking, back to my apartment and spend all night making sure you didn’t choke in your sleep.”

Oof, that was embarrassing.

“You’re so focused on this new aspect of our relationship but you have to remember I am the same person you’ve known your whole life,” he assures you firmly, hands encasing your waist, pulling you closer, “Be yourself. That’s the girl I love. Smart mouth and all. It might take some time but you’ll know when I’m being serious and dynamics are at play but don’t stop being you. Okay?”

A giddy sort of shyness overtakes your body and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, shielding yourself from view. Joshua chuckles, wondering what’s overcome you and he kisses your hair, rubbing his hand over your back. “What is it?”

“You’re stupidly romantic when you want to be,” you sputter out with a soft laugh, willing the stinging in your cheeks to dissipate. You lift your head, averting your eyes and then you suddenly realize there was an actual purpose to coming up here.

And it wasn’t the orgasm nor the heart to heart.

Joshua follows your line of sight and laughs, “Forgot about that,” he shifts, helping you to stand and fix your dress, “Got a bit distracted.”

His eyes are shining on you and that same airy feeling bubbles up inside, like your high school crush is watching you from across the courtyard. Nevermind the fact you’re a mature woman, holding a career, a home, and a 401k. Joshua makes you feel like you’re just a girl again, scribbling Mrs. Joshua Hong in your diary.

You drag your eyes away and pick up the small wrapped box, delicately pulling apart the intricate bow that lets you know your mother had captained the wrapping portion. Removing the lid, you release a tiny gasp, marveling at the vintage polaroid camera within the tissue paper. You quickly discard the box, looking over every single tiny detail.

“Your dad never misses with gifts,” Joshua chuckles, peering down at the camera in your hands. “That’s really cool.”

“I know! It’s so pretty,” you coo, bubbling over with excitement, “Can we go back down? I wanna thank dad and dinner will probably be ready....and we’ve been missing a little too long...”

Joshua nods, slightly amused that you felt the urge to ask for permission but as you turn for the door, reaching for the handle, his hand catches around your forearm and you pause midstep, turning inquisitively.

“What’s up?” you ask with round eyes.

“Give me a kiss first.”

Turns out Joshua can make your thighs quake whether he’s being mean and snarky or sickly sweet because you step toward him on unsteady legs, pressing up on your toes to kiss him just as he’s requested. It’s short and tender, making you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously but he just pats your butt and urges you out of the room.

The sounds of your foot steps coming down the stairs alerts the parents and your father is the first one to look up, smiling at the way your eyes hardly come away from the new toy in your hands. “Whaddya think kiddo?”

You look up, a massive smile plastered on your face and hurry over, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “It’s perfect! Thank you so much!”

Your dad starts showing you different features but your attention catches on Joshua’s mother’s voice. “Josh, sweetie,” she calls, “You’ve got a stain on your pants.”

Ice floods your veins as you look over and laser focused in on the wet spot in the middle of Joshua’s thigh and you think you might become violently ill in the very next second. That’s from your-

“I was washing my hands upstairs and accidentally splashed myself,” he laughs it off airly, not a hint of discomfort on his pretty face, “Can I help finish anything up?”

You mentally applaud his quick cover-up but Joshua doesn’t look like he was ever sweating over it to begin with. Meanwhile, you’re still a little green around the gills.

“No, no, sweet boy,” your mom shoos him back over to the dining room, “Dinner is all ready, why don’t you have a seat. Honey,” she calls over to your father, interrupting his camera spiel, “We can play with the camera later. Come eat!”

Your father huffs out a little adoring sound and follows his wife’s directions, falling into the head of the table, opposite Joshua’s father, whilst your mothers purposefully occupy the same side of the table leaving you and Joshua to sit side by side.

Joshua noticeably dotes on you right away, scooping helpings of food onto your plate, laying your napkin over your lap, filling your glass, and not a single moment of it goes unnoticed by your parents. That is until everyone’s head is bowed in prayer.

It’s more so out of obligation that you dip your head whilst Joshua’s father says grace but then his very own son’s wicked hand is beneath your dress, trailing between your thighs. You sneak a panicked glance in his direction and he raises a brow, daring you to make a single sound, then he’s pushing against the inside of your right thigh, urging them apart.

You hold your breath, uncrossing your ankles and subtly opening your legs after another insisting nudge. Joshua’s longs fingers toy with the ribbon on your underwear before rubbing boldly against your cunt, the white satin material sticking to your increasingly slick folds. A whimper arrises in your throat and you nearly choke on it, swallowing down any sort of reaction that could give you away.

His hot hand cups your pussy and he smirks at how tightly you’re clenching, near shaking with clipped control, his head still bowed like the devout son he’s believed to be. Finally, you hear and ‘amen’ and you echo it in a constricted tone, trying not to sigh as Joshua’s hand moves back to your thigh and slowly out from under your dress.

“Honey, you’re looking a little flushed, are you too warm? I can turn the fan on.”

You stutter out a laugh, picking up your glass and guzzling down your water. “Oh, no mom, I’m fine. I just got a little dizzy there for a moment. Must be starving…let’s eat!”

Joshua smirks to himself yet again, listening to you ramble on.

There’s the normal causal dinner conversation and for the most part, Joshua doesn’t do anything to make you feel like spontaneously passing out. He does however take great pleasure in throwing little compliments at you indirectly, feeding them to your family, and even sometimes physically feeding you straight off his own plate. As if there isn’t a perfectly good one in front of you.

Your mothers, like two gossiping hens, whisper back and forth as he spoons you another bite, watching you chew it and swallow it down with an affectionate gaze.

They at least wait until the end of dinner to start the great inquisition.

“So,” here it comes, “What’s going on between the two of you?” his mother squints, smile clearly conveying her suspicions, “Come on,” she pouts in her son’s direction, “You know you can’t lie to your mama.”

You look at Joshua and he looks at you but truthfully, you have nothing to offer him. Not that he needs help apparently because his answer is smooth, simple.

“We’re...sort of seeing each other.”

Your parents fall into a flurry of excitement, asking all sorts of questions and cooing over the two of you. Joshua answers everything smoothly, only fumbling once when his mother snickers something about grandchildren, at which you finally let out a little huff of laughter. The sounds seems to release a little tension in Josh’s shoulders and he looks over with a soft smile.

You realize then he’d actually been nervous about your reaction.

You find his hand under the table, squeezing it reassuringly. To your unending surprise, he laces his fingers with yours and pulls it up to his lips, kissing the back of your hand casually as he converses with your parents. As if your heart isn’t in smithereens.

As if your mothers aren’t hearing wedding bells in their heads already.

Your dad starts gathering plates to take to the kitchen and you stop him. “You guys made dinner, let us clean up,” you tell him, “Why don’t you guys go relax and we’ll take care of this.”

Joshua chimes in with his agreement and your parents slowly file out of the dining room, doting cheek kisses and congratulatory pats on the back along the way. Once alone, you catch Joshua hanging his head, a gorgeous smile upon his lips.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” you chuckle, collecting dishes at his side.

He follows you into the kitchen. “I really hadn’t planned on telling them but they seemed so excited and I guess I made it kind of obvious that things were different between us anyway.”

You pile the dishes next to the sink and turn to face him, leaning against the counter. “You mean you weren’t just trying to tease me and stir up a little gossip?”

Joshua looks down at you, a playful smirk unfolding upon his pretty lips and he steps close enough to get his hands around your waist. “Perhaps at first,” he answers, “But in truth, I find that I just can’t keep my eyes off of you…or my hands.”

“I’m not complaining.”

It takes great effort to spin in his arms, away from those perpetually pouted lips so you can focus on the dishes instead. “I’ll wash if you dry,” you suggest, smirking when Joshua plants a kiss on your shoulder. “That sounds fair,” he squeezes your sides, “Then we have to find a way out of here so I can take you home.”

“Oh?” you giggle, hands submerged in soapy water, “What’s the rush?”

Joshua’s hands slide up to your ribs, just below your breasts and he leans in even closer, lips pressed against your ear. “Would you rather I bend you over right here?”

You can feel every inch of him against your body and it wouldn’t take much to convince you to do something stupid right here, right now.

“How long do you think they’ll leave us alone, hmm?”

His left hand cups your breast. His right encasing your throat. You can hear your parents laughing together on the other side of the wall and you swallow hard.

“Josh,” your hands hit the bottom of the sink, bracing yourself as he pushes against the swell of your ass.

He kisses your face and squeezes the sides of your throat just long enough to watch your eyes flutter closed and then he lets go, both hands dipping down to their original position so he can pull you back, cradling you close to his chest. “Don’t worry, angel,” he whispers in your ear, “I’m only teasing.”

He lets you go and takes up a spot at your side smirking at your flustered face and tense posture. It takes a moment to reorient yourself, taking a deep breath and shaking your shoulders out. Your parents are pretty particular about cleaning up while they’re cooking so it’s really only the table dishes that need cleaning.

Easy enough…you can make it through this.

Except Joshua’s hands caress yours everytime you pass something to him and he leans in every few seconds to dirty things in your ear. At some point your mother walks in on this and coo’s in teasing adoration at the two of you being so close. Joshua is extra smug after that but thankfully, you manage to wash and dry everything and scurry away from Joshua’s relentless grip, back out to your families with minimal damage.

Joshua carries on conversation so easily, as if he wasn’t talking about draping you over the edge of the bed and fucking your throat raw mere minutes ago.

He has perfect patience, perfect manners, perfectly timed responses. His perfect hand is placed just perfectly over your knee in a way that is chaste in front of your families because it’s only when they look away that he digs his fingertips into your skin, his pretty, painted on smile slowly chipping away…

Joshua’s father mentions something about an event at the church in a few weeks and that’s when Josh realizes he’s stopped listening because you’re nudging him and his vision focuses on your face, sweetly smiling back at him.

“Lost you for a minute, you must be tired,” your voice rings in his ears and he blinks but you’ve already turned away and he’s still looking at your face, “We should probably get going,” you tell your parents softly, “Don’t want my ride to fall asleep on me.”

There is a hint of teasing in your tone and Joshua catches onto it just like you knew he would. He straightens his spine, stretching his neck to either side and lets out a gorgeous, fake, laugh. “I’m afraid my bed time is much earlier than it used to be.”

His father grins and lays a hand on his shoulder as everyone stands up to start making goodbyes. “Get used to it son,” his father laughs, “One second you’re staying out until three in the morning and the next you’re falling asleep on the couch by seven.”

Your parents stand out in the driveway and you continue waving to them until Joshua flips his blinker and turns at the end of the road. Slumping down into your seat, Joshua’s chuckle catches your attention and you look over to see him smirking.

“Nice cover back there.”

You snort, adjusting your dress, “Had to come up with something. You were entirely glazed over,” you laugh recalling his empty presence, “Anything in particular on your mind”

He didn’t skip a beat. “Couldn’t remember if I folded the laundry before I left.”

You level him with an incredibly flat look and he laughs. “You look disappointed.”

Huffing and crossing your arms you throw your head back against the seat petulantly. “Here I was hoping you were too busy thinking about how badly you wanted to rip my dress off and finish the job.”

He kisses his teeth in disapproval. “If I remember correctly, you came in your panties before dinner. Getting a bit greedy, don’t you think?”

Your cheeks heat, pinching tight for being admonished, yet your thighs press together, making Joshua smirk to himself.

“Look at you,” he purrs in a condescending tone, “Getting all hot and bothered again over a few stern words. Do you really want to know what I was thinking about, baby?”

Knowing better than to leave his question unanswered, you meekly reply with, “Yes, sir,” and he taps his fingers against the steering wheel.

“I was thinking about dressing you up when we got home.”

You’re confused because you were already dressed up or so you thought. He was the one who bought your clothes and lingerie but Joshua, all knowing, chuckles, smoothly flipping the blinker again, so close to home. “I went shopping,” he vaguely explains.

Something tells me most of his purchases are not things to be worn outside the bedroom and you sink into the seat, glancing out the window nervously. “Who thought it was a good idea to give you adult money?”

He glances over with a smirk and lays his big hand on your thigh, fingertips ghosting over your skin teasingly. “What good is adult money if I’m not spending it on things that spark joy?”

“I believe that’s called ‘Thinking with your dick’, Joshie. Not a good investment plan.”

He squeezes the meat of your thigh and then slaps the inside of it sharply, “Funny,” he smirks at the scandalous sound that escapes from your lips before you cover your mouth in abject horror, “When I give you my dick you don’t think at all.”

Half-appalled you mimic him under your breath, folding your legs away from him and he pokes his tongue in his cheek to suppress a laugh. He’s really been too soft tonight if you’re already so riled up with your mini outbursts and pouting. It’s kinda cute.

Pulling into the garage, you get out of the car much quicker than he does, earning a laugh as you bounce on the balls of your heels eagerly waiting for him to unlock and open the door. “You have your own key, you know? I’d intended for you to use it whenever you wish,” he pushes the door open for you to step inside and shrug off your coat and bag.

“I’ll use it…um, eventually.”

Joshua snickers at you twisting fingers and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you tight to his chest as he secures the door. “Does it make you nervous?”

You toy with the top button of his shirt, not quite looking at him at first. “It’s…well…It’s just that we’ve been friends for so long and now we’re sort of seeing each other and it’s all new and I-”

“You’re worried this won’t work out and we lose our friendship?”

You look up nervously. “I mean it’s normal to worry about stuff like that, right?”

Joshua hums in thought just before leaning closer to press a single kiss against your lips but when he pulls back, his eyes meet your own. “Is this about what we talked about earlier? About me being…disappointed?”

You don’t verbally answer, but your eyes fall back down and that is answer enough. He takes your chin between your fingers and pulls it back up, forcing you to look at him when he speaks next. “I know all of your habits, your secrets, your fears, dreams, strengths, weaknesses, everything that comes together to make you, and if you really stop and think about it, you’ll realize you know me just as well.”

Your breath hitches when his hand catches on the back of your dress, right where the zipper begins and he glides it a bit lower. “You and I have never been strangers to one another in all our lives. Even when we grew up and changed over time, I’ve loved you every step of the way.”

“Josh…” your eyes water, lip quivering as he pulls the zipper down further, slipping his warm hand beneath the material to splay across your back comfortingly.

“I loved you when we were seven and you convinced me to have a fashion show in your mom’s closet. I loved you when we were twelve and you punched that kid that bullied me right in the nose. I loved you when we were sixteen and you tried to cover for me when backed into the mailbox in dad’s car and we both got grounded. I loved you when we turned twenty-one and you made me do jager shots at that dingy bar downtown, the one with the sticky bar stools.”

You chuckle at all the memories you’ve shared, delicately wiping under your eyes as he continues, his fingers smoothing over your skin sweetly.

“I loved you when we were twenty-three and you showed up at my apartment in the middle of the night because there was an accident nearby and I wasn’t answering my phone. You stayed over clung to me all night. I loved you when we were twenty-five and you helped me move into this house, spending over a week decorating it like some fancy catalog. Do you know why I asked you to lead the design?”

You furrow your brows. “I’m your best friend and an interior designer, I kind of figured you were just taking advantage of having the hook up.”

He scrunches his nose in amusement. “I was kinda hoping you might want to live here one day,” he admits, chuckling at the shock in your face, “So you see, I’ve been waiting a really, really long time to hold you like this and be able to tell you how much I love you so rest assured, I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

Another errant tear loosens and spills down your cheek but you’re already pressing up on your toes to kiss him once, twice, three times, lingering sweetly before pulling back down and smiling at him, “How do you plan to keep me then, lover boy?”

Joshua laughs joyfully and then he’s lifting you up and carrying you from the room, pressing kisses all over your chest and collar bones. “I could always cuff you to the bed.”

“I guess you could…tie me up?”

Joshua stalls right inside the doorway to his bedroom and you slide down his body in confusion. Your suggestion bounces around in his head and he knows ropes were not included in his game plan for the evening but he’s not entirely inflexible.

Not when the woman he loves is joking about being tied up for him like a pretty little present. His cock strains in his pants and you feel it against your belly. You look down between your bodies and back up again, “You liked that idea too much.”

His eyes flit down to yours unamusedly, “You talk too much.”

Suppressing a smile, you reach your arms around him and pull his shirt from his waist band, trailing around to the buttons once it’s freed. Joshua watches you patiently, not interrupting your slow unveiling. He even entertains you by shrugging his shirt off after it’s undone. You don’t immediately reach for his belt though.

Bracing your hands against his chest, you peer up at him for a moment and take him by surprise when you kiss him again. It’s sweet, slow, one of those kisses that knocks Joshua back down a few pegs, makes his hand ghost up your spine until one is cradling the back of your head and the other finds a home on your cheek.

For the first time, Joshua finds himself lost in the sensation of his rapidly beating heart, the delicate hum in your throat, the way he can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked at dinner. How natural it all is to have you at his side in front of his parents, talking and laughing about the past, present, and future.

How badly he wants to skip ahead to all the things he’s ever wanted to have with you because he’s incredibly impatient now that the possibility rests in his hands.

He’s not used to have such thoughts and feelings cloud his mind when he’s anywhere near the bedroom because until he had you, there wasn’t anyone who invoked such strong romantic ideals. He was strictly business with nearly all of his past partners and you’re throwing him so far off balance that’s it’s noticeable.

“Joshie,” you giggle, kissing his heaving chest, “You’re in your head tonight. Everything okay?”

He shakes his head, blinking away his thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he purses his lips for a moment, “I don’t know why I’m so distracted.”

You tilt your head in concern. “You’re thinking about something other than me?” you tease him gently, fingers dipping just below his waistband.

Joshua laughs softly, hands squeezing at your sides. How absurd, he thinks.

“No,” he places his hand over yours, right over his heart, “That’s the problem. You’re creating chaos in here and I’m having trouble focusing on just one thing at a time.”

You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his tone, feel it in the way his hands knead into your flesh like he needs you even closer. He needs help.

Push me. Push me so I can finally think straight.

Push me over the edge so I can bring you down with me.

Leaning forward, you press a kiss to the back of his hand before slipping your own from his grasp. Joshua unfolds around you as you gently pull out of his arms. His pretty lips pout in confusion as you stand a few feet away from him, reaching around to find where he left your zipper before pulling it all the way down, slipping the material from your body.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is tense but there is still an air of desperation, a lack of control.

“I’m undressing, what does it look like?”

Something in his jaw twitches at your words and he fixes his lips to speak but you interrupt him as he moves to take a step forward. “Stay.”

He halts midstep, mouth falling into a frown, brows following in turn. “Excuse m-”

“I said,” you sit on his bed, nothing but the virginal white satin and lace covering your skin, “Stay.”

His eyes darken and he ignores your words, moving toward you rather quickly but he stops with a soft oof and looks down incredulously at your foot pressed against his thigh. He pulls his eyes back up to you and it takes every ounce of courage to keep up the charade. To get him in the right headspace.

“What’s wrong, Joshie?” you pout your lips, titling your head condescendingly, “Don’t know how to follow simple instructions?”

“Put your foot down and stand up.”

His words are dark, steely, and the promise of his follow through sends a warm shot of arousal through your body. You know this is the final shove he needs and it takes the very last bit of bravado you have left.

Giggling, you lean back onto your elbows, body laid out on display, and slide your foot further up his thigh until it rests right over his cock still straining against his jeans.

You smirk up at him with your very last words. “Make me.”

One second you’re mentally congratuating yourself for managing such a line and in the next Joshua has somehow managed to grab the sheets on either side of your body and use them to catapulte you out of bed, your legs nearly crumpling beneath you, a scream attempting to rip from your chest. It won’t however, it can’t.

Not with Joshua’s hand wrapped around your throat.

“Did you have your fun, baby?”

You follow him with embarrassingly uncoordinated steps as he pulls you a few feet back, eyes never leaving your face. “Want me to show you how I can make you do anything I want?”

Yes, yes, yes, you need it. You try to speak but the moment your lips part, he squeezes and you let out a whimper instead.

“Rhetorical question,” he sneers, pushing you out and away from his body but only far enough to maintain his hold, “You’re smarter than that.”

The lack of physical contact grates on your nerves and it’s obvious. Your limbs itch and tingle and you ache to reach out to touch him, be close to him like you have been all night. Suddenly, there is a sense of pure panic building in your gut, climbing into your chest and looking for a way out.

“So needy,” he coos, walking you backwards until you’re stumbling against the bed again, clutching at his wrist, “Surely, you don’t need me to touch you.”

Wait-

He pushes you back onto the bed and stares down at you. “You can do it all on your own, can’t you?”

Lip quivering pathetically and entirely out of your control, you fight to speak and release a panicked, “N-no!” and the sound takes Joshua by surprise.

“No?” He questions, laying a hand over each of your thighs, leaning into your space. He feels the deep shuttering breath that loosens from your chest and climbs over you, his fully body weight pushing you into the mattress. Your hands come up of their own accord, winding around his torso tightly.

“You can do a-anything you want,” you choke out, shocked by how quickly your teasing had bled into something so desolate that it has you clawing at his skin to keep him close. “Don’t stop touching me. Please don’t stop touching me.”

“It’s okay…it’s okay,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing your face, “I’m right here. I’m not leaving. I love you, i’m not leaving….you’re okay.”

The desperation in his voice matches the pace of his movements, the way he quickly shuffles you further up onto the bed. It takes a bit of coaxing for you to allow him to part for only a minute which is spent frantically removing the rest of his clothing and your own before he’s crawling back over your body, pulling the sheets up and around you both protectively.

Joshua’s joke about holding hands and kissing while fucking comes to full fruitition and he doesn’t even care at this point. He buries himself inside you slowly and swallows your open moaning, your desperate whining and keening. He hitches your thigh higher up on his waist and looks into your eyes when you tell him how much you love him, want him, need him and he loses himself in it.

For the first time in his adult life he realizes that there are some situations that don’t allow for control and order and he surrenders to it, drowns in it. In you.

It strikes him that perhaps this is the most vanilla sexual experience he’s ever encountered. Missionary between the sheets, kissing, touching, whispering sweet nothings to the woman he loves. It’s not so bad. It’s kind of amazing.

You roll your body along with his, pushing and pulling equally like you just can’t get enough. It consumes you, lights your body on fire and your nails rake down his back, digging crescents into his pretty skin and eliciting deep groans that Joshua can’t hold back. He’s got little to no control over his response and it floors him.

Especially when you squeeze your thighs around his waist, crying through an orgasm so strong it drags him over the edge right along with you, leaving him panting into the base of your throat with stars behind his lids as he empties himself deep inside. He blinks slowly but the flashes of light remains and he can’t find the will to pull away for several long minutes, so he doesn’t.

The weight of Joshua’s body settled atop your own is welcome and soothing to the point that you’ve somehow fallen asleep, or into some level of unconciousness. It’s not quite deep enough to allow Joshua to move away from you easily but he convinces you with gentle kisses and soft laughter and you eventually untangle yourself and allow him to stretch his limbs.

The moment his body heat is gone though, your eyes pop open to track him and realize he’s not gone far. He’s simply sitting on the edge of the bed and you reach a hand out to trace over the planes of his back. He looks over his shoulder with a small smile.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” his voice is a little more spent than usual, “I’ll be right here.”

Rolling onto your side, you curl your body around him, stealing back some of his warmth. “I…uh,” your voice is hesitant as you trace your finger over his spine softly, “I’m sorry I messed up. I don’t really know what happened…”

Joshua shifts to look at you. “You didn’t mess anything up,” he corrects you firmly, “You pushed to help me refocus and it worked but then I pushed back too hard and i’m sorry for not reading things better. It’s my job to make sure we enter a scene with clear minds and intentions but I was high off emotion and not thinking straight. I’m not used to that.”

You nod, mostly understanding his meaning but the tension in his shoulders still worries you. “I’ll do better next time…I promise.”

Joshua hums in disapproval. “That’s not what I meant,” he runs his fingers over your hair and across your cheek, “This probably won’t make sense because honestly it sounds stupid as a grown man but I’ve never done…this kind of sex.”

He expects you to laugh or roll your eyes but you don’t, you simply wait for him to empty his mind as he tries to make sense of it all.

“Listen, I got into bdsm on accident,” he puffs out a little air bemusedly, “I didn’t just wake up one day and decide it would be fun to be a kinky control freak but I had a roommate in college who was into the scene and well….it’s a long story for a different day, but since then i’ve only ever known how to operate in a dominant role. I’ve had partners I cared for but i’ve never had a partner I felt more than companionship with, does that make sense? Like outside of scenes, I didn’t feel anything substantial enough to pursue a relationship but…I don’t know what I’m even saying,” he groans in frustration, “I’m not making any sense.”

“I think you’re trying to say you’ve never made love to a woman before and you short circuited for a minute.”

Joshua’s eyes fix on yours in the dark and he laughs at how easily you’ve summerized his rambling. “Yeah,” his eyes flit down to your swollen lips and he smiles softly, “That was a first for me.”

Your eyes dart away from his bashfully. “Was it okay?”

Joshua rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “Are you kidding?” one look at you tells him you are in fact serious and he huffs out a sharp laugh, “Not to be crude - but my balls hurt,” he utters and you snort at his langauge, “I’m serious. I don’t think they’ve ever been so empty.”

You pull the sheet over your face in embarrassment and he tugs it back down, grinning like a fool. “Hey, no hiding,” he chuckles and then looks at you a bit more earnestly, “It was incredible and I think it’s something that I could get used to.”

“Oh, you think so?” you nip at his finger toying at your bottom lip, “Won’t you miss bossing me around?”

Joshua rolls over you so quickly that you have no idea how he’d managed to gather both wrists and pin them above your head. He smirks at the way your lips part in surprise. “I don’t plan on stopping,” he taunts you, rolling his hips against your own, though he’s much sillier and sloppier than if he were to be genuinely offering another round.

The spark of interest in your eyes does not go unnoticed though and Joshua laughs. “Really? You were just asleep!” he pecks your face and pulls back with a pout, “Don’t give me those eyes.”

“Yes, sir.”

His voice goes a little flat. “You’re taunting me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Joshua rolls off to the side and props himself halfway up on the pillows with his eyes closed and like a spring, you automatically roll up next to him, one hand smoothing over his firm chest. His voice is thick with exhaustion and amusement. “What am I going to do with you?”

Propping your chin over his chest, you smile. “Hopefully, filthy and depraved things.”

Joshua winces. “Ouch, sweetheart,” he groans again, furrowing his brows dramatically, “My dick wasn’t ready for that.”

You snort at his response, pressing your forhead into his chest as you both laugh at the stupid comment - this is normal. There’s been this huge wave of new information and resurfacing feelings and having this moment to stop and laugh together over something ridiculous is exactly what’s been needed to remind you that Joshua is your person, he always has been, and no matter what new sides of him you uncover he will always be your Josh.

“I’ll make a deal with you, ok?”

You pick your head up, smiling mischeviously, “I’m listening…”

“Mhm,” he huffs, “I’ve heard that before…”

“Joooossshhhhh,” you whine, shaking him until he pinches your side to make you stop.

He smirks when you squeak and rubs his hands over your side, warming your skin. “I want to take you to breakfast,” you hum along, “And there’s a little weekend market we could check out,” that peaks your interest but you’re wondering what else he has planned, “And if you can make it through the morning, we can play.”

You crinkle your nose, “Oh , it sounds so much dirtier when you say it like that.”

A swift slap on the ass and roll of the eyes is all you get in response but you agree because Joshua wants to take you out on a date and you’re absolutely not turning down that opportunity.

You laze about a talk for a bit longer before he’s forcing you out of bed and into a shower but you’re grateful when your’re clean and tucked into fresh sheets. You spend a while scrolling on your phone while josh reads something so nerdy and scholarly you can’t help but tease him for it and eventually, you can’t hold your eyes open any longer.

When joshua succombs to the strain of heavy eyes as well, he marks his page and sets the book down quietly. He looks at you, curled cutely around his torso, and smiles softly before grabbing his phone off the side table to snap a quick picture. It’s then that he remembers the camera your father gifted you and the bag of purcases in his closet you didn’t get to try on and his eyes light up with a new idea for tomorrow’s scene.

He’s not much of a photographer but it doesn’t take a genius to work an old polaroid camera but it’s late and he has to shove the imagery of you bound and fucked out in the pretty outfits he’d bought you being captured on film before he wakes you up right then and there. Your rest is far more important. You’ll need it.

Moving you just slightly so he can actually lay down is a task but you grumble a bit and then reattach yourself as soon as he’s settled. Kissing your face, Joshua closes his eyes and eventually drifts off to sleep thinking of all the ways he can keep you here in his arms forever.

Of all the ways you’re beginning to redefine vanilla for him.

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