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To be fair…he had given you ample warning. It was entirely your fault that you hadn’t believed him when he told you you’d regret your words.
You grew up with Joshua, knew him inside and out, like a book you’d read a million times, and yet somehow, you had entirely skipped the chapter detailing his sexual proclivities every time. It had been tucked away between your first-hand experience that Joshua was essentially an angel in everyone’s eyes your entire lives, including your own.
He was in the top percent in every grade, a student-athlete, a member of the church choir, he volunteered with his family every weekend, graduated from an Ivy League university, and then landed a high-paying job at a huge company. He was attractive, warm, kind, funny, responsible, polite, and so on and so forth.
He was the type of boy every mom, including your own, wished for her daughter to someday marry, and yet seemingly none of that made a difference now.
Not when your hands are cuffed to his headboard. Not when he laughs at the way you attempt to squirm away from the sporadically pulsing vibrator buried in your cunt. Nor when his hand comes down sharply against your clit for not listening to him for the thousandth time since you’d found yourself here in the first place.
Nothing in even your vaguest memory with him had alluded to what would happen when you finally pushed his buttons far enough. Which you had, earlier this evening when you were out with your friends. You pushed his buttons so hard you feared they had jammed and you were very well going to separate body from soul in this very bed.
Though, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
How the dinner conversation had gone from Mingyu’s new cafe opening to Soonyoung’s latest sexcapade, you weren’t positive but you had to admit, you loved a good story, especially when told by the class clown himself. You’d had a few light drinks, enough to have the silly little smile stuck to your lips but nothing beyond that.
You were all seated outside at a restaurant downtown with you and Joshua sharing a small love seat, per usual. Mingyu and Soonyoung sat across from you and Jeonghan, at the end of the table to Joshua’s left. Thankfully, you weren’t particularly close enough for others to overhear your conversation, which was a very good thing because Soonyoung is a loud talker.
It’s hard not to laugh at your best friend’s face as he cocks his head to the side, seemingly in shock to be having this sort of conversation in public and you peek over at him, fingers dancing over his knee absentmindedly. You miss the way he watches the motion with blatant fondness, per usual.
“Hoshi,” you giggle out after another explicit detail that leaves you blushing, “You’re going to give Josh a heart attack with all your dirty talk at the table.”
That makes him laugh and Soonyoung points a finger at Joshua incredulously, “This guy?! There is nothing I have done in my wildest dreams that he would bat a single eyelash at.”
Joshua smirks but you laugh and his face immediately falls. “Are we talking about the same guy here? Joshua. Joshua Hong.”
“Mmm, yes,” Jeonghan chimes in, licking the frozen margarita from his straw, “Same guy, I promise you. Unless he has an evil twin.”
“That would be you,” Mingyu points out to Jeonghan who just laughs deviously enough to prove the taller man’s point.
“Listen…If she wants to believe I’m a saint,” Joshua drawls with a serious look, “Then let her.”
You turn to him with a sour look, “What do you mean ‘If I want to believe’? You’re like a two out of ten on the deviant scale. One time you accidentally touched my ass and apologized for like three weeks afterward.”
Joshua scoffs, setting his drink down before he spills it, “We were like thirteen?!”
You roll your eyes, “Joshie, it’s okay not to be a whore, like Soonyoung…”
Soonyoung nearly spits out his drink shouting but you ignore him and continue, “…You’re selective about who you sleep with…”
Joshua’s blood boils in his veins and Mingyu reaches across the table, discreetly pulling glasses away from the edge. His icy tone is noticeable to just about everyone but yourself, blinded by that squeaky clean image Joshua’s let you keep hold of all these years. You seemed stuck on it so he’s never corrected you. Though maybe, he should.
“I’m selective about who I sleep with because not everyone can handle sleeping with me.”
You smirk, nodding into your glass as you take another sip, “You’re right. Vanilla is not everyone’s flavor.”
Jeonghan actually sputters, sticky drops of blue liquid falling down his chin as he struggles to swallow his mouthful. To you, he’s simply appreciating the sickest burn of all time that you’ve laid out but to the rest of the table, well…they’re lucky they hadn’t touched their drinks over the last few minutes or they’d be in the same predicament.
“Um,” Mingyu chuckles awkwardly, “So, anyways I was thinki-”
Joshua interrupts him, still glaring at you head-on, “You think I’m…vanilla? Seriously?”
“Josh,” You sigh, tired of the conversation. It was fun at first, but now he’s got his feelings hurt and he won’t let it go. “I’ve seen the fluffy little pillow princesses you date-” your tone is indicative of the fact that you didn’t like any of them and your next compliment is a lie. The sarcasm permeates the air.
“-they’re gorgeous and I’m sure you guys will get married and have perfect little babies or whatever,” cue the eye roll, “but there is no way those girls were doing anything outside of missionary.”
“Well, at least she’s right about one thing,” Soonyoung mutters with peaked brows, “That’s why they all ran away.”
Joshua pushes on with renewed frustration, “I dated those girls because my parents won’t stop bothering me about settling down and it keeps them out of my business,” he ducks his head to meet your eyes in all seriousness, “I didn’t even fuck the last two and the two before that didn’t stick around after the first night.”
You’ve grown irritated with him and the way you’re now thinking about Joshua in a way you’ve trained yourself not to. You shove it all down and roll your eyes again before you can even stop yourself and mutter, “That bad, Joshie?”
Collective gasps round the table and then complete and utter silence ensues as the two of you stare each other down. He looks absolutely irate and for some godforsaken reason, you have the audacity to smirk at him as if you’ve won.
“If you think you’re such a handful, prove it.” It’s bold and stupid considering your lifelong friendship, but you say it anyway.
Joshua lifts one lip in an arrogant scoff, “More than a fucking handful but if you’re so inclined to find out I’d be happy to show you.”
Jeonghan leans forward and the only sound is that of the glass of water he slides across the table toward you and you blink over at him curiously. He just looks up with a concerned face and says, “You should probably drink that.”
“Why? I’m not-”
“Pick it up and drink it,” Joshua says in a tone you’ve never heard from him. Not once.
You pick the glass up as everyone stares at you. Three faces etched with shock and intrigue. The fourth is still cold and commanding but you decide to simply ignore them all until you’re nearly three-quarters of the way finished and Joshua just says, “Finish it.”
You do, but not without giving him a challenging look when you slam it back down on the table.”We need to talk,” Joshua suddenly stands, towering over you in your seat, “Now.”
“Okay, okay,” You huff again, handing your purse over to Mingyu who for some reason absolutely refuses to make eye contact with you.
You think you’re following him outside but you’re swiftly corrected when you walk down a narrow corridor and he pushes you into the single men’s bathroom none too gently. “Ow! What the hell Josh?”
He locks the door and moves your body with his own, crowding you against the vanity until you’re forced to look up at him, swallowing hard around the pooling saliva in your mouth. He doesn’t speak at first, he simply looks down at you with a cold glare so icy you’d risk catching a chill if you weren’t surrounded by the heat pouring off his body.
Oh, this is bad. Bad for your heart and that long-standing crush you’ve harbored for Joshua since childhood. You’re not even sure why you’ve said the things you’ve said but you thought it was just teasing and banter but then he got pissed and something about his adamant denial made you want to push for more.
And more is exactly what you’re getting.
“You’re lucky that I have even an ounce of self-control because if not, you would be on your knees in this filthy bathroom with my cock down your throat until you’re choking on my cum that you will have sobbed and begged for.”
Speaking of choking, your mouth is suddenly too dry and you’re having a hell of a time trying to get words to form, to make any sound at all but Joshua seems to quite enjoy that. He traps your body, not an inch of space between you, and reaches one hand up, pinching your chin between his fingers, “So you do know how to shut the fuck up,” he smirks, “Wonderful.”
“I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to answer it, yes or no,” He instructs carefully as if he must speak slowly for you to comprehend him.
“If you say anything else, anything at all, I will leave you right here, uncomfortably wet and untouched-” you try to interrupt and argue but he quickly readjusts his hold so that his one hand now grips both cheeks like you’re some smart-mouthed brat he’s reprimanding.
“-Don’t bother. I can feel you rubbing your thighs together,” He points out in annoyance, “Wanna try to get yourself off like a fucking cricket, or can we move on to something more productive?”
“…move on,” You breathe out in a terse tone and he cocks his head in irritation.
“You really want me to ‘prove it’ to you?” He asks very seriously, dipping his head to make sure you’re meeting his eyes as he speaks.
“Before you say yes, you need to understand that I take my shit seriously. If you say yes, we leave, we set hard limits, and after that you’re mine. I will do as I please and what pleases me might be more than you’re capable of handling.”
You say nothing and he continues driving his point home. “I’m going to push you until you’re ready to break and when you think we’re finally done…We’ll start all over again. Do you think you can handle that?”
You’re not sure which depraved, horny, delusional sector of your brain says yes but it spills from your lips so quickly that Joshua’s curl into a smirk upon hearing it.
“We’ll see about that,” He laughs before looking deep into your eyes, seeking any ounce of hesitation, “I need your clear consent before we leave. We’ve known each other for a long time and I don’t want you to say yes unless you’re entirely sure about this. I meant every word and I intend to follow through.”
Your hands shake against his chest and you ball them into fists. It’s just the adrenaline you tell yourself. “I meant what I said too.”
He suddenly steps back and you heave in a deep breath, still plastered to the marble counter like a frightened animal. Joshua peeks his head out the door and pulls you along, walking behind you all the way back to your table, his hand darting out every now and then to steer you around since you’re looking but you’re not actually seeing anything at all.
Back at your table, your friends stare expectantly at the two of you and Mingyu simply passes your purse back over, knowing exactly where this is going. You say ‘thank you’ to Mingyu at the same time Joshua says, ‘we’re leaving’ and the three of them watch you both go without any further explanation.
“Well,” Jeonghan, waves a waiter down to order a third margarita, “She’s dead.”
“I mean, this is a good thing, right? They clearly have feelings for each other. Maybe this is a step in the right direction…” Mingyu reasons though he stares at your empty water glass with a touch of concern.
“Awe that’s a nice sentiment, Gyu,” Soonyoung snickers, “Make sure you tell her that when you visit with flowers in hand. She’ll be bedridden for a few days.”
Mingyu looks horrified but Jeonghan pats him on the back, “I’m sure it will all be fine. Deep down Joshie loves that girl, they’ve been friends forever. He won’t go too hard unless she can take it.”
Mingyu and Soonyoung at least agree with this but Jeonghan’s margarita comes a moment later and he raises it between them. “RIP though.”
The ride home in Joshua’s car is unbearably quiet and you begin thinking about what’s actually happening. Perhaps it’s simple curiosity or the fact that despite being only friends for your whole lives, aside from a fumbled first kiss as teens, you’ve always been very physically attracted to him. That’s all this is. Curiosity and attraction.
You tell yourself that over and over again. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Joshua still seems perturbed, especially when you break the silence. “I really was just picking on you earlier. We don’t have to do this.”
His fingers drum along the steering wheel, eyeing you from the side, “Have you changed your mind then?”
“No, no,” You correct him, softening your voice just a touch, “I just don’t want you doing something you don’t actually want to do just to prove a point. You don’t have to prove yourself to me or whatever like it’s cool to be into different stuff-”
Joshua laughs, the car coming to a sudden halt when he hits a red light, “Is it really that hard to believe that I’m not some picture-perfect, well-mannered, uptight virgin?”
You huff, rolling your eyes, “I never said you were a virgin, Josh. Don’t be dramatic. I’m just trying to say I only want you to do this if you really want to.”
His hand suddenly shoots across the car and latches onto your wrist, pulling you toward him. You gasp quietly when he places your hand roughly over his lap, curling your fingers around the impression of his hard cock. “Does it feel like this is something I don’t want to do?”
You hesitate to answer and he squeezes your hand a little harder. “I um, n-no.”
“Okay then,” He flicks on his blinker, turning onto the road that you recognize as the final stretch before you arrive at his home, “Unless you’ve changed your mind, which you can, at any point in time, close your mouth.”
You nod once, swallowing around nothing since your mouth’s run dry once again. You go to pull your hand away but Joshua brings it right back. “Leave it.”
You say nothing in return. You don’t blink, breathe, or think, and you especially do not move your hand because you’re starting to comprehend that this is not a game to Joshua. It’s not a see who can take it the furthest and make the other back out. He was going to show you what truly lies behind that pretty, polite smile, and you were going to let him.
When you pull into his garage minutes later your breath hitches in your throat and the garage door comes down like a final blow. You’re really doing this.
“Are you going to sit in the car all night or are you coming inside?”
The voice comes from your right and you jolt in surprise, not realizing you had spaced out enough to miss him getting out of the car and coming around to open your door. You quickly undo your seatbelt and he takes your hand, pulling you up and out of your seat and toward the door.
You stupidly follow behind him, shuffling off your shoes only after he does, listening to the sound of his car keys hitting the counter. He suddenly turns around and you bump into his chest, looking up with wide eyes.
He purses his lips. “You know where the bathroom is,” He says, already turning away and walking into the kitchen. “Go and do whatever you need to do then come back here.”
To…the kitchen? Ok. Sure.
You turn tail and practically jog to the bathroom down the hall, locking yourself in to stare at your own reflection. It’s too shiny, your face, like perspiration shiny and you quickly dig through your purse, grabbing a compact to hide the evidence.
After preparing yourself for pretty much anything, thank god you’d randomly partaken in some self-care routines last night, you made your way out to the kitchen and found Joshua on the opposite end of the island. He was leaning against the granite with one hand, scrolling through his phone with the other.
His hair was pushed back enough to see the subtle undercut beneath, earrings glinting in the lights. The button-up shirt had remained the same, unbuttoned at the top, sleeves artfully rolled to the elbow but now you noticed the glow of his complexion, the strength in his forearms. It was like you were suddenly seeing Joshua in a brand new light.
He flicked his gaze up to you briefly and said, “Sit,” before finishing whatever he was doing on the phone and setting it face down on the counter. You sat across from him a little nervously and he pushes another glass of water toward you, “Drink this, slowly. We need to talk about a few things.”
Taking the glass in hand, you take a slow sip and he seems to watch the motion carefully before speaking again. “Have you ever kept a safe word or needed to use one?”
You cock your head to the side, “I uh, no. I haven’t but I know the color system like green is good to go, yellow to slow down, and red to stop.”
Joshua hums, tapping his fingers against the counter, “Colors are fine. What about a non-verbal cue?”
“Why would I need a non-verbal cue?” You ask without even thinking and Joshua sighs, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Because you need to be able to communicate with me, especially when you can’t speak,” He deadpans, groaning inwardly, “Are you positive you wanna do this?”
You huff in exasperation, setting the glass down to level with him, “What? You think I’m going to back out just because you’re asking about cues and colors?”
“Let me rephrase the question,” He condescends, “When my cock is so far down your throat that you cannot breathe let alone run your fucking mouth, how would you like to signal to me that you might need to take a break?”
It takes more than a moment to answer with any sort of dignity. “Two taps to slow down. Three taps to stop,” You murmur your next words into your glass, “I’ll be just fine though.”
Joshua catches it anyways and sneers like you’ve never heard before, “You have this self-assured confidence that I’m sure most men absolutely love,” He flexes his fingers and smiles out of nowhere but it’s not the same bright smile you’re used to and he meets your eyes threateningly, “I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.”
There is a stark silence where you sit, in shock, hand still gripping that glass of water like a lifeline, and Joshua stares down at you with something like disdain. The coil of heat in your gut tightens and it’s an alarming reminder that you are so turned on by all of this. The sudden shift in the atmosphere where Joshua’s presence is something that alights excitement and fear rather than peace and comfort.
“Here are my rules: you do not speak unless spoken to. You follow my instruction and don’t fuck up. When I check-in, you answer me or I stop. Use your safe words and cues whenever you need them. They are established for a reason and if I think you’re holding back from using them, I will stop immediately. Understand?”
You soak in the information and nod slowly, “Yes, I understand.”
The muscle in Joshua’s jaw ticks in irritation and you finish off the glass before pushing it back toward him, “I understand, sir.”
The smirk is automatic hearing the title fall from your lips and for the first time tonight, he is pleased rather than pissed by something you’ve said so you take note. He deposits the glass in the sink and comes around the counter holding out a hand, “Is there anything absolutely off limits? Be honest with me. This is really important.”
Your hand feels microscopic in his much larger, warmer one and you try to think about your hard limits. You’re relatively adventurous in bed so not much comes to mind. “Um, just the gross stuff, obviously, but like spit and cum are fine,” He nods in understanding and you’re happy to not go into detail, “I don’t particularly like being called a slut or whore. It just seems kind of tacky and unimaginative. Um, no slapping like, in the face, but elsewhere would be okay. I don’t mind marking but only in places I can hide at work and well…from family. I think that’s uh…it.”
“You’re on birth control?”
“Yes…and um, recently tested too.”
“Me too. Where do you want me to finish?”
Your eyes widen a bit, “That’s an oddly intimate question but wherever you want I guess.”
Joshua laughs and pulls you off the stool and toward his bedroom, “Get used to it. We’re about to get reacquainted in an extremely intimate way.”
He stops right in front of the door and turns to look at you, eyes soft and familiar, “Do you trust me?”
The answer is simple and rolls off your tongue with no hesitation, “I’ve always trusted you, Joshie.”
Josh reaches up and squishes your cheeks together with one hand as he used to when you were kids, making your lips pucker comically as he smiles down at you. “Good. Remember that when we’re in there. You’re safe with me and I love you. You’re my best friend.” He punctuates his point by pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then releases you, opening the door. “Now, go stand at the foot of my bed, and don’t move until I tell you to.”
He pushes you forward by the small of your back and you awkwardly shuffle toward the bed, watching him move around his room. He walks over to the dresser removing his watch, not sparing you so much as a glance, “What’s your pain tolerance like?”
He flexes his fingers, staring at his rings and you blink curiously at his back, appreciating his broad shoulders, “Ah probably like eight out of ten?”
He nods to himself and moves one ring to his opposite hand but leaves the other two smaller ones on his dominant. You swallow around nothing and he pulls open his top drawer before looking over his shoulder to find you staring. “Do I already need to remind you to do as you’re told or are you smart enough to follow directions?”
“Yes, sir,” you utter almost sarcastically and he turns around to glare at you.
“Do you want a ball gag in your mouth for the next two hours?”
Two hours? Joshua owns a ball gag?
“No, thank you,” you answer, quickly adding, “Sir,” in a much more serious tone.
He scoffs and turns back around “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought,” he mutters to himself, pulling a few more things from the drawer and placing them on top of the dresser, out of your sight. You think he’s taking his time simply to make you wait and that is confirmed when he leisurely walks around you and sits on the edge of the bed.
It’s embarrassing how quickly your body reacts to him. He sits, leaning back on his hands with his thighs spread apart, straining the material of his pants. His eyes rake over your body lewdly and suddenly your clothing feels non-existent.
“Take your shirt off.”
He waits for you to follow his order and he begins instructing you to remove your clothing piece by piece until you’re stark naked standing in front of him. All he does is hum in appreciation. “Well,” he hitches his fingers, calling you over and you move toward him until his hands rest over your hips, “We’re all grown up now, aren’t we?”
You say nothing which must be the right move because Joshua ignores you in favor of mapping out your body, his hands smooth over your waist, and your thighs, and then he’s looking up at you so he can watch your face contort when his large hand connects with your ass. The cool metal of his rings stings and the shock makes you jolt forward, hands falling upon his shoulders.
Then there is the matter of that loud, guttural moan that fell from your lips when it happened and Joshua grins, hand roughly kneading your ass. “Are you moaning for me already?” he coos mockingly, right before he lands another rough smack.
You press forward again though that only lands your naked breasts in his face but he simply continues to watch you, methodically kneading and slapping your ass so hard you couldn’t imagine the possibility of sitting for the next decade and after what feels like forever, he stops and you suck in a sharp breath.
Your legs are locked in place, afraid that once you relax your tensed muscles, you’ll just crumple to the floor. Joshua’s hands stroke up and down your sides and you flinch every time gets even remotely close to your ass but he’s too busy running his tongue along the valley of your breasts to notice.
It’s oddly tender when he stands, one hand at your back and the other coming up to brace the back of your head as he walks you back a few steps. His eyes are closed when he leans in and you fully expect him to kiss you, to just openly make out with you but as soon as your eyes close and you push to meet his lips, he stops, blinking his eyes open.
“Color?”
You’re taken aback by the sudden question and quickly answer, “Green,” and wait for his lips to touch yours but when you open them he’s simply looking down at you, almost entirely expressionless. “On your knees.”
You sink to the floor, wincing when your bottom touches your heels. Joshua just watches you go, offering no help on the way down and he can see how sore you are already. He scrunches up his nose in faux concern, “Mmm, hurts doesn’t it?”
Finally settled, he kicks your knees apart and you adjust your stance. You know that he can see the wetness between your thighs, shining in the dim light from the hallway and he chuckles to himself, “This wet over a few spankings? We haven’t even started. Give me your hands.”
You tentatively raise them and he tugs them up higher, placing your hands directly over his buckle. He doesn’t have to tell you what to do and he smirks as you eagerly work open his belt and then his pants while he slowly unbuttons his top and everything hits the floor at once. You reach for him but Joshua’s voice makes you freeze when he clearly says, “Put your hands down. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to touch.”
You blink, wide-eyed, and lay your hands in your lap, twisting your fingers awkwardly at being scolded but Joshua’s hand is under your chin, angling your face up. “Open,” He says quietly, and you do.
“Tongue out,” he orders, and it practically rolls out of your mouth.
Joshua stares down at you, his face empty of all readable emotion and he suddenly steps backward until he’s right where he was originally seated, thighs spread while he strokes his big cock in front of you. Meanwhile, you’re still sitting there like a fucking moron with your tongue out and Josh laughs.
“You’re too far away, baby.”
You moved to stand and he tuts, “Uh-uh. I put you on your knees and that’s where you’ll stay until I release you.”
You blink at him and if you weren’t so fucking horny, you’d probably tell him to go fuck himself but that’s what you’re trying to do so instead you ball up your pride and toss it out the window, shuffling forward on your hands and knees.
“Look at you,” Joshua whistles, “Crawling across the floor for cock. Are you that desperate?”
Yes, yes you are but fuck him for making fun of you for it. He’s been teasing you for over an hour since you were in that bathroom at the restaurant. Joshua can tell his words are starting to get to you which he loves because it opens up the opportunity to knock you right back down.
You settle yourself between his thighs and look up at him with the tiniest ounce of detectable ire in your eyes until one hand is tightly wrapped around your throat and the other is covering half your face as he pushes his thumb between your lips. Your eyes close all on their own, your body shivering with the menacing glare he focuses on you.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he demands and you do, meeting his own as he looks down upon you condescendingly, “You are mine to use right now, however the fuck I please. If I want you to crawl, you’ll crawl. If I want you to beg, you’ll beg. If I tell you to sit here with your little hands in your lap while I fuck your throat, you will. Isn’t that right?”
Maybe it’s the hand around your throat or the heavy weight of his thumb pressing down on your tongue or his words or the fact that he’s naked and hot and hard right in front of your face but you cannot physically answer him. Instead, a sharp cry falls from your lips and Joshua very quickly realizes what’s happening here.
“You’re going to come, completely untouched? Are you serious?”
You nod rapidly and he tightens his hand around your throat then lightens the pressure on your tongue. His eyes are heavily lidded, so fucking turned on by this little turn of events and when he simply utters, ‘suck’, you do, and tears spring to your eyes. Your head lolls weakly, one long, strung-out moan pouring out around his thumb in your mouth as you fall into an orgasm so strong you’d sprawl out on the ground if not for Joshua’s hands cupping your face.
Suddenly he’s crashing his lips into yours and you struggle to keep up with his intensity. His tongue opens you up and you let him in, because what exactly was the point in fighting? You allow him to overwhelm you, falling into his trap, and then he’s pulling back and you’re reeling at the loss. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to break someone as badly as I want to break you,” He whispers against your lips and then sits up to look at you, weak and panting between his legs.
You manage to crack a smile, “You can keep trying. I’m not broken just yet.”
“I didn’t ask you to speak,” Joshua’s temper swirls but for the first time, it’s mixed with a little something else.
“Get back up on your knees properly and open your mouth.” It opens before he finishes and he grins before leaning in and hurling a wad of spit in your mouth, and then he’s guiding his cock between your open lips, sighing when you swallow around him. All he can see is your big eyes staring up at him and he leans back on one hand.
“Use your mouth constructively for once,” He goads you, twisting a hand in your hair almost painfully before guiding you over his length.
After a few minutes of testing how far you can take him, you decide to see how far you can push him. You press your hands against his thighs and he lets you pull off enough to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Thought you wanted to fuck my throat, Joshie? Why am I doing all the work?”
Joshua grins deviously and you think perhaps you should have just kept your mouth occupied. “Oh, I’m sorry, angel. Are you bored already? Forgive me for giving you a moment to recuperate,” He says, suddenly standing and towering over you, “I won’t make that mistake again.”
He roughly grabs your hand and places it against his thigh, “Keep your hand here. Two to slow down. Three to stop.”
The grin disappears in a flash as he yanks your hair down, tipping your mouth up for him to fill and there is no hesitation as he shoves his cock in it as far as humanly possible. He’s brutal and unforgiving in his pace, fucking his length down your throat until tears are rolling down your cheeks.
Your lungs burn, your cheeks ache, and you struggle to keep your eyes open as he uses you relentlessly to get himself off. There is nothing soft or gentle about it and for some reason, that doesn’t bother you at all. He’s manhandling the shit out of you and being far rougher than you’re used to but you don’t think you want him to stop.
All you can do is relax your jaw and focus on breathing through your nose as he pushes past your limitations repeatedly until you’re gagging which is horribly embarrassing in and of itself, but that just seems to do it for him because in the next second you’re choking on an overabundance of hot cum, so much that it escapes your lips and pools on your cheeks and chin until it’s dripping off your face and onto the floor below.
He lets you go and you turn to the side, hands hitting the floor as you cough to clear your lungs, heaving in an excessive amount of oxygen that makes your stomach swirl with a bout of nausea. Joshua squats down next to you, smoothing a hand over your back. “You didn’t use a cue,” He speaks clearly, though his voice is a touch raspier than normal, “What’s your color?”
You’re still nearly face down on the floor but you weakly utter, “Yellow, but still Green. Just…just give me a minute.”
Joshua stays on the floor with you for a moment and then he’s gently lifting you up and placing you in the middle of his bed against the pillows. He takes a seat next to you, brushing your hair away and he notices the leftover cum on your face. He doesn’t say anything but you meet his eyes when he collects the fluid off your skin with a single finger and pushes it between your swollen lips. You swirl your tongue around it and you swear you see the fire in his eyes dance.
“We can stop if you’ve had enough for tonight,” He offers softly, as if he’s not hand feeding you his cum, and with only the slightest hint of challenge in his tone. He will oblige if you want to call it quits right now but he’s not finished with you. Not even close.
“I’ll admit…I understand why your exes found you…difficult,” You laugh lightly though it tapers off into a cough, “But I think…I think I can handle a little more.”
Joshua’s lip lifts into a smile but you don’t see it, too exhausted to do anything other than stare up at the ceiling. He suddenly leaves your side and you openly whine, “Where are you going?”
Now standing at the dresser, he calls back, “Just shut up and lay there. This momentary break is a blessing, I assure you,” while he continues to grab whatever he pulled out earlier. You huff in exasperation but that’s promptly cut short when a large hand connects with the top of your thigh and you lock your lips.
“I laid out the simplest of rules,” Joshua scoffs to your right and you try to look over at him but he stops speaking and cranks your head in the opposite direction. “Follow directions, speak only when spoken to,” there are sounds of heavy-sounding objects landing on the bedside table, “These are things you learn in primary school, no? Children can follow these rules and yet you somehow still struggle.”
Joshua is suddenly straddling your waist and you can feel soft cotton pants which is confusing because, why would he put on pants if he was going to fuck you? You don’t ask though because he grabs your cheeks in one hand and pulls your face to look up at him. “Don’t take your eyes off of me and keep your mouth shut unless you’re safe wording, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” you whisper back, suddenly feeling much smaller than you’d like to.
Joshua eyes you for another moment before releasing your face and pulling both of your arms forward. You watch in fascination as he adorns your wrists with padded leather cuffs with sparkling silver buckles. He puts one on then tests the fit until he’s satisfied and then moves on to the next. Then he leans up and over you which, without bending your neck at an awkward angle, puts whatever he’s doing out of your line of vision.
It literally clicks into place when he lifts both arms above your head and fastens the cuffs to the suspension built into the headboard, inconspicuously so, and he braces your forearms, pulling and tugging to ensure you’re properly secured. He comes back down, eyes sharp, “Does it hurt?”
You pull a bit, rolling your wrists, and meet his gaze, “No, sir.”
“Good because you won’t be going anywhere for quite a while,” he climbs off your body and you instinctively try to reach for him until the cuffs cut you short and he laughs. “Hmm, it’s a good thing you’re pretty, right? All beauty and no brains.”
You’d be angrier if you weren’t a little embarrassed at both being so eager for him and forgetting the fact that you’re restrained mere moments later. He hadn’t even gone far, he’d only moved to your side, sitting close to your hips while facing you. His long fingers find purchase first along your calves before he’s knocking your legs apart, eyes trained on you intently.
“You know,” he lets his whole palm glide down the inside of your thigh closest to his body, “The first time I did this with another girl, I wished it was you.”
You openly moan at his confession and he chuckles at the way you try to swallow it. “Don’t hold those back, baby. You won’t be able to and even I’m not cruel enough to ask it of you,” He runs his middle finger through your wetness and sighs, “It was prom night and you went with Seungcheol of all fucking people so when that girl from my bio class asked me, I said yes. She was pretty enough I guess.”
His fingers rub over your clit at a maddeningly slow pace as he paints the memory in your mind and you bite your lip harshly as he continues on. “We went to that party but you ran off somewhere with Cheol and so I followed her into some stranger’s fucking coat closet and I buried my fingers in her hot, wet pussy and pretended it was you crying for me in the dark.”
Punctuating his point, he pushes two long fingers inside your cunt and strokes upwards. The sensation sends a white-hot spike up your spine and you arch off the bed but he pushes you right back down and continues on without a care.
“You never once saw it,” he scissors his fingers with quick precision and you whimper pathetically at finally being touched after so much build-up, “You always treated me like your gentle little best friend. Sweet Joshua, too pure, too soft. How does it feel to know I’ve been dreaming about fucking your perfect little cunt since we were in grade school?”
The only sounds leaving your lips are gasps and moans but Joshua is looking for an actual answer and when you don’t give him one, he slips his fingers from you so swiftly your legs jolt in shock. Your lips are numb and you fumble the words briefly before they properly enter the air, “I-It’s hot,” you pant out and he moves around beside you while you babble, “It’s so hot, Josh, fuck.”
Your eyes are trained on him faithfully when you feel something cold and wet between your folds and you quickly realize it’s another object he’d pulled from the dresser earlier. You tense up in anticipation but Joshua’s eyes narrow a bit and you try to relax. As soon as you do, you realize what he has as it pushes it inside you, the round egg smooth and snug between your walls.
And that’s when he gets off the bed.
You look up at him and panic but he ignores you in favor of grabbing his phone and at first, you think he’s just fucking around to leave you waiting but the egg suddenly comes to life and your body jolts, hands tugging against the restraints before Joshua’s voice floats over you, low and steady, “Relax. It’s on the lowest setting which, surely, you can handle. Right?”
Melting back into the pillows, you let your body relax as much as possible. He’s right, it’s a rather low, dull buzzing sensation and if you release a bit of tension, it’s hardly enough to get you anywhere. He sees your posture and pockets his phone, seemingly pleased with your reaction. You are however not prepared for his next words.
“I’m thirsty,” he says nonchalantly, walking toward the door. You whip your head in his direction, the question on your lips but he smirks patronizingly, “You can wait right there. Less than sixty seconds. I promise.” His eyes fall upon the alarm clock on the side table. You look over at it, then back at him, and nod so he leaves and you wait, eyes glued to the door.
What a way to be found by the cops huh? Strapped to the headboard, vibrator shoved up your-
He is at least true to his word and you watch him walk back into the room, a glass of ice water in his hand that he leisurely sips as he slips his phone back out of his pocket. You already know it’s coming but when the vibration suddenly picks up and changes pattern you arch up off the bed again and Joshua sighs, sitting down next to you with a hand coming down on your abdomen to pin you to the mattress.
“Sit still,” he lays his phone nearby on the nightstand and meets your eyes, “Have a drink.”
You’re sitting up enough to where you won’t choke but even with Joshua holding the glass to your lips, a bit of water still trickles out of the corner of your mouth. Enough to run down your throat and over your breast and Joshua laughs though makes no move to clean you up. He simply holds the glass while you desperately drink from it and more water embarrassingly escapes your lips.
“So messy,” he comments, draining the last of the glass until all that’s left is the ice, though he takes a cube between his lips and you expect a crunch but it never comes. Instead, it’s the freezing sensation of your nipple being enveloped by his pretty mouth, the ice cube being rolled around by his wicked tongue and you cry out sharply, thrashing with the overwhelming urge to do…anything.
But you can’t. Not with your arms restrained above you nor with Joshua’s heavy hand pressing down over your waist with an impressive amount of strength. It naturally slips out before you remember you’re not supposed to be speaking in the first place but you whimper out his name and a string of curses.
Your entire body spasms when his hand sharply connects with your pussy, the slap echoing in the otherwise quiet space. Joshua pops his mouth off your tit and scolds you, “You never listen,” He shakes his head, spitting the ice cube into his right hand and reaching for his phone with the left.
The vibrator kicks up in speed and you feel the first tear fall. The ice cube in his hand is pressed against your clit and the tears come out in a steady stream now. He pulls it away for only a second to check in and you’re sobbing ‘green’ before the stinging cold touches your skin again and he laughs at the way you fight to keep your eyes on him though your vision is surely blurred with tears.
“Such a tough girl, “ he coos, rubbing the melting ice cube in circles while reaching for another, “I’m gonna make you come so hard, and then I’m going to do it again, and if you make it through that, I’ll make you come on my cock while you beg me to keep fucking you until you’re so full of me that you’ll never want anyone else.”
The second ice cube is all but pointless because all it takes is his dirty little pack of promises to have you nearly screaming through an orgasm. The power of it shreds through your body and leaves you nearly motionless against the bed, head lolling to one side and your shallow breathing hitches, interrupted by whimpering and pathetic sniffling.
There are only a few brief minutes where you’re so numb that you don’t even realize that neither the vibrator nor Joshua has stopped and your body burns with the beginnings of over-stimulation. It’s bearable at first. The vibrations deep in your pussy, the cold fingers still rolling over your clit while he drags the other ice cube along your collar bones, the base of your throat, your breasts.
Your core begins throbbing and you grit your teeth, tears falling faster than before but you can handle it. It’s only starting to become painful but you’re tougher than that. Right?
Perhaps it’s because you’re trying to prove a point or just because you don’t want him to stop. You want what he’s offering and you don’t wanna tap out before you get it.
You last a solid two minutes longer before you’re sobbing and the word slips from your lips in a panic, “Red, Josh, r-red!”
His phone is in his hand immediately, the vibrations dying on the spot before he’s tossing it away, gently slipping the egg from your core. His hands reach up for the cuffs and he undoes the buckles, slowly lowering your arms and rubbing the feeling back into them.
“Talk to me,” he says, voice clear and full of concern, “What happened? Did I hurt you?”
Your voice is sluggish, soft and he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him, “I’m okay, Joshie…just couldn’t take another one so soon. I thought I could…’m sorry.”
Joshua leans down and kisses your lips tenderly, patiently.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he whispers against your lips, “I’m sorry I pushed you too far.”
“Not too far,” you correct him, slowly wielding the strength to wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Just too fast. I’ve…I’ve never had such intense orgasms with anyone before, not even by myself. This is new if you couldn’t tell.”
Joshua pulls back to look at you and decides to plant a few more kisses over your cheekbones, your forehead, and your nose. “We can go slower if you want,” he offers genuinely, “Or we can stop for tonight. The choice is always yours.”
The look you give him makes him laugh and roll his eyes, “Stop that.”
You giggle back without care for his demand, “You’re being so nice it’s like the polar opposite of the last few hours.”
“I’ll make you eat those words once you’re ready to continue,” He challenges you but then his eyes soften a touch, “If you want to continue, of course.”
“I do,” you rush out in one breath before feeling a tinge of embarrassment, “…want to continue.”
He props himself over you so he can read you better. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” you repeat, boldly running your hand down his chest until your fingers dip into the waistband of his pajama pants, “Want you to fuck me like you promised, Joshie.”
“You bounce back rather quickly,” He smarts, looking down at you with one cocked eyebrow.
“It’s easier to think when you’re not being overstimulated in four different ways,” you roll your eyes but Joshua’s hand comes and traps your cheeks between his fingers in that condescending way he loves.
“Are you tapping back in?”
You take a deep breath and level with him, “No vibrator and I get to keep my hands?”
Joshua nods, “Fine by me. You still want me to come inside?”
You can’t help but flush at the question which seems rather ridiculous now but it fuels Joshua’s ego and you confirm his question and kiss the corner of his mouth, taking him momentarily off guard with the sweet gesture. “Green.”
“How are you gonna kiss me like that right before I make you cry all over again?” He groans, sitting up and pushing out of his pants. His cock is already hard and you, for some stupid reason, think he’s going to put it in, lie close to you, fuck you deep and slow, but as you’re beginning to realize, this is Joshua and you still have a lot to learn.
You gasp out loud when he slaps his cock against your folds, bringing your attention back to his face which is nothing short of deviant and strikingly handsome at the same time. He does it again, and again, and when you think he’s about to do it for the fourth time, he pushes into your cunt in one smooth, strong stroke.
Your lips fall open on a long moan but Joshua hushes you with prettily pursed lips and heavily lidded eyes. He pushes down on the backs of your thighs and sighs at the sight of your cunt contracting around his length. Even after two orgasms and prep it’s still a tight fit and he pulls out just a bit and then pushes back in with a grunt. The pain in your ass cheeks doesn’t help.
“Would you relax?” He groans, pushing your thighs further apart rather crudely. He’s bound to split you in half if he spreads you open anymore. “Can’t fuck you if you don’t give me a little breathing room.”
You roll your eyes and he laughs incredulously, “You’re rolling your eyes at me? Still? We haven’t learned anything at all? Are you that stubborn?”
Tight fit or not, he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts forward harshly, a pinprick of pain surfaces and you shake your head back and forth, “No, sir.”
He hitches a brow and repeats the motion, the ungodly sound falling from your lips makes him purse his lips. “No, you’ve not learned anything?” Again. “Or no, you’re not meaning to be so stubborn?” Again. “What is it then?”
He keeps up the punishing thrusts, a pause between each one though it’s just not enough to catch your breath. Your eyes sting and well with tears which only makes him smile. “Answer me or I’ll stop fucking you right now.”
You panic because as torturous as the pace is, as brutal as he’s being with the punctuation, you don’t want it to stop. If anything, you want more. You need more.
“I- no, fuck, I’m sorry,” You plead with him, hands winding tightly in his bed sheets as he does it again and you release a strangled, high-pitched sound, “I’m sorry, you’re big and I’m trying my b-best. Please don’t stop.”
Joshua softens a touch and then he’s pouting his lips patronizingly. “My poor baby, it’s too big?” He leans forward and plays with one of your breasts, “Want me to take it slow? Hmm? Lace our fingers together and kiss your pretty face while I fuck you?”
“I don’t kn-”
“I won’t,” He cuts you off, slapping your breast with a quick, sharp blow, and your cunt squeezes him, giving you away as the wanton little beast he’s created. “Maybe next time you’ll deserve to have me like that but all you do is run your mouth and roll your eyes so guess what you get?”
It’s a rhetorical question apparently.
He suddenly looks down, purses his lips, and spits directly onto your cunt before rubbing it in harshly with his thumb. “You get whatever the fuck I give you. What’s your safe word?”
You rack your brains because it drifts off for a moment and Joshua nearly stills but you blurt out the color red so quickly that he nods and reaches over you for a pillow. You don’t think about it too much because you’re too dizzy with the enigma that is the man before you and barely comprehend what he’s doing when he slips the pillow under your hips, angling you better to be, in no kind words, absolutely fucking wrecked.
It’s a hopeless dream that you’d somehow make it out of this with your dignity intact and when your friends eventually ask, you pray that Joshua is kind enough to leave out the fact that you sobbed, moaned, and begged for it. That you pleaded with him to allow you to come and you did and then he flipped you over, propped your ass up, and promptly fucked you again.
You think Mingyu would probably turn bright red and Jeonghan might just choke on his wine when they find out about how you soaked Joshua’s bed sheets with tears, and cum, and drool. How you nearly groveled to have him fill you so full of cum that you wouldn’t even be able to breathe without a little bit of it spilling from your folds.
Nor that when he did exactly that you came, again. You moaned his name over and over again like it was the only word you knew and honest to god it was. You couldn’t remember anything else.
All that existed was you (barely) and Joshua, now laying next to you, watching your shallow breaths with some sordid sense of fascination. You’re still face down, eyes sealed shut, dead to the world. Joshua simply strokes one big hand over your back repeatedly and waits for you to open your eyes again.
He remains silent as time stretches on and eventually his soft laughter reaches your ears but only your eyebrows lift in acknowledgment. “You probably didn’t even notice me being gone, but I started the shower and ordered delivery.”
“I think…” You sniffle, nose stuffy from the embarrassing amount of crying you’ve done in the last few hours, “I think I might have passed out for a little bit.”
Joshua grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder. “You took a lot tonight and handled it all rather well. I’m impressed.”
You snort, blinking one red, puffy eye open. “You’re impressed? Are you seeing me right now? I’m sticky and swollen in several places,” You sigh and then immediately bury yourself further into his pillows that are surely ruined. “In fact, do me a favor and don’t look at me because I probably look disgusting.”
He laughs at your embarrassment and you jolt, heaving in a big watery breath when he suddenly spanks the right side of your ass, though, infinitely more gently than earlier. “You look perfect,” He smirks, “If you didn’t look like this I’d be disappointed and we’d have to start all over again.”
You look at him pointedly and frown, “Yeah, I need time to recover from this like, physically…mentally…emotionally,” Your eyes are far away as you stare at nothing and continue to ramble on. “Ruined. Ruined by you, and your big cock, and your pretty face, and your mean, foul mouth.”
Joshua rolls your body over and you groan because every goddamned inch of it hurts like hell but he’s still smiling because he’d thoroughly proved his point over and over again and he’s just so satisfied with himself. Well, you’re satisfied with him too but that’s beside the point and you don’t have it in you physically to argue with him.
“You gonna fall in love with me now? I think you like it when I put you in your place,” He teases, kissing your face until you wave him off with a grimace.
“In your dreams,” You grin, lifting your arms up in a long stretch that leaves you feeling loose and sore. “You gonna fall in love with me and my smart mouth? I think you like it when I talk back.”
He rolls his eyes but he’s still smiling and you think back to some of the things he said earlier with a small smile of your own. “Don’t think I didn’t remember those little confessions you tried to hide between your dirty words, pretty boy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” He huffs, pulling you closer to his body, “Don’t let it go to your head.”
His skin is still warm and feels soothing, bare against your own so you let your eyes flutter closed again for a moment. “I think I will let it go to my head,” you sigh when you feel his lips touch your cheek, “I think I’ll be so nauseatingly well-behaved that you won’t be able to stop yourself from holding my hands and kissing me the next time we fuck.”
“Next time,” Joshua laughs and doesn’t stop laughing even when you prop yourself up on your elbows and give him a funny look. “What’s so funny?”
“The fact that you actually think we’re finished.”
Joshua is nothing if not a man faithful to his word.
He had laughed and laughed at your dumbfounded face when he told you he wasn’t finished and then promptly scooped you up and carried you into the shower. He gently washed your body, your hair, your face; mindful of the blossoming red and purple bruising on your backside. He was extra gentle, and dare you say, fond of the display.
Then he carried you back to the bedroom to spare you the embarrassment of simply collapsing and dressed you in a pair of his boxers and an oversized sweater. He braided your hair and moisturized your face like he’d done so a million times and like a perfect gentleman, he carried you out to the living room to wait on food while he changed the sheets and you thought maybe…just maybe…he’d changed his mind about being finished for the night.
You talked, ate, and laughed together like old times except for some reason, every time he smiled you hid your face, cheeks burning. When he leaned forward to brush your hair from your face, your breath hitched and Joshua relished the fact that whether he was sweet-talking or shit-talking you, you were still wrapped around his little finger.
It was almost like the most perfect at-home date night.
Comfy clothes, hot takeout in the living room, subtle touching here and there. You were flirting, giggling as if that crush you’d harbored your entire childhood had not dissipated one bit. It was almost easy to forget that, hardly an hour ago, you were in a very different position. Joshua was so sweet and kind, and caring, and you should have fucking known.
Should have known he would have had you right there on the couch, naked and bouncing in his lap like some insatiable harlot.
Gentle humming is the first thing you register when waking up the next morning.
A soothing voice, soft bed sheets, warm sunlight bleeding through the curtains. It’s something you find is rather pleasant but nothing really tops the feeling of Joshua’s chest pressed against your back, warmth permeating through bare skin. His hands trail up and down your arm as he patiently lets you sleep in though the clock on the nightstand reads nearly ten o’clock.
“You’re being nice again.”
Joshua huffs out a little laugh and kisses your shoulder, “I think you’ve earned it.”
You turn over to look at him and he just looks so stupidly handsome and fond of you that your heart cinches and your brain malfunctions. You’re not sure where you stand after last night but you take it as a good sign that you’re still in his bed, his eyes trained on you with something awfully akin to adoration.
It gives you the courage to press forward and kiss him tentatively. You’re not exactly sure what it means but his hand encases your cheek and he kisses you back and it’s so soft, so tender that you’re in awe over how stark of a contrast this Joshua is to the Joshua of last night. Perhaps they were two separate entities and that’s why you never saw it.
Your phone rings suddenly, cutting the moment short and Joshua sighs, pulling back to reach for it. “If that’s Mingyu calling to see if you’re alive again I’ll strangle him-”
Joshua’s face lights up mischievously when he reads the caller ID and you reach for it but he ignores you and answers with a smug grin, “Hey, mom.”
Not his mom. Your mom. Fuck.
Your arms come up in a panic but Joshua swings a leg over your torso, pinning your arms to your sides and body to the mattress, “Joshua Hong you give me that ph-”
Joshua shoves two fingers in your mouth and presses down on your tongue while his voice remains ever angelic. “Yeah, she’s not feeling great today so I brought over something to eat and a little medicine for her headache.”
Your brows shoot up at the simple way he lies to your sweet mother while he is sitting on top of your naked body, fingers stuffed in your mouth, smirking.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Joshua looks down at you pointedly, rubbing your tongue with the pad of his index finger, “I’ll take good care of her.”
Is this the definition of hot and respectful? Being disrespectfully hot whilst also charming the ever-loving shit out of your unsuspecting mother?
“Oh? You’re having dinner with my parents next weekend?” Joshua grins down at you deviously, “Yeah, of course, we’ll be there. I’m sure she’ll be all fixed up by then.”
“Aw, I’ve missed you guys too. Yeah, hold on one second…I’ll let you talk to her.”
Joshua abruptly pulls his fingers from your mouth before you can bite him for agreeing to some big family dinner after…all this…and he simply raises his brows, mouthing, ‘You got this, baby’ before moving off you and handing you the phone.
You quickly clear your throat and put the phone to your ear, “Hey, mom! Oh no, really I’m okay…my uh, head just hurts and I didn’t have meds so Josh picked some up for me.”
Joshua moves around the bed and you watch him wearily but he puts his fingers to his lips and then he’s between your legs and your breath hitches audibly. “Oh, nothing! Nothing…there was just a loud noise outside,” You glare at him in warning, “What were you saying again?”
Your hand immediately slaps over your mouth the second Joshua’s tongue delves between your folds and you swear he’s just solidified both your places in hell. Eating you out while you’re on the phone with your mother. You’ve never even dreamed of something so absolutely heinous and yet here you are, reaching down and burying your hand in his hair. He grins at the action.
“…Josh? He’s um, he’s in the kitchen,” You struggle to think straight. How could you when the man in question is between your thighs, kissing your pussy over and over again with soft, wet lips. He’s an absolute monster.
Your eyes pop open wide and you gasp aloud, partly because Joshua takes the opportunity to teasingly bite your clit at the same time your mother chooses to ask you a question. “Mom! We’re not like- We would tell you if we were dating! We are not talking about this right now!”
Joshua is living for the irony of your mother going on and on, for the millionth time, about what a handsome couple you both make after the events of the past twenty-four hours. He’s just down there leisurely making out with your cunt while you stutter through simple sentences.
“Oh my g-” your words morph into a fake cough to cover up what you would have said when Joshua suddenly decided to push two long fingers inside your aching heat, slowly pumping them while he keeps his hot mouth on you.
“Mom, I’m getting a call from my boss, I’ve got to go,” you lie hastily, “Yes, yes, If we spontaneously fall in love and get engaged you’ll be the first to know. Okay…Yes…six o’clock Friday night. We’ll be there. Okay. Love you too. Bye, mom.”
You make sure you actually hang the phone up and toss it across the bed. “Are you trying to kill me?!”
Joshua pulls away for two seconds just to push your thighs up around his shoulders, laser-focused on his task now that you’re off the phone. “Trying to make you cum.”
“You’re absolutely fucking insane,” You laugh incredulously, “And now, fuck,” you arch up when he curls his fingers, sucking your clit into his mouth, “Now we have to go sit between our parents and pretend none of this happened.”
Joshua laughs against your thigh, lips wet and swollen, “Mmmm I don’t know about that,” he kisses your skin, “Might hold your hand at the dinner table to give them something to gossip about.”
“I hate you.” It’s not nearly as angry sounding as you mean it to be but the impending orgasm is to blame for that.
“You love me,” he argues, kissing your pussy one last time before you’re falling apart, body melting into the sheets as he crudely licks up the rest of your arousal from between your thighs and from his long fingers.
“I take it back,” You shake your head dazedly against the pillow, “I take everything back. You’re the least vanilla person I know and I was totally wrong. Twenty out of ten on the deviant scale.”
Joshua cocks his head playfully, “Well, I think I can do better than that.”
You groan aloud though it turns into a laugh at the thought. “You’re going to make that dinner a living hell, aren’t you?”
“If I fucked you on the dinner table do you think they would all be appalled or happy that we finally got together?”
“First of all…gross,” you swat lazily at his chest, “Secondly, is this us finally getting together?”
“No,” he smiles down at you, “I am still a gentleman and a romantic, let me properly ask you out over dinner.”
“You think you can romance me, Joshua?”
He swoops down and kisses you until you’re left doe-eyed and smiles mischievously, “Oh, I know I can. You don’t stand a chance, angel.”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and grin, “Mhm, why don’t you prove it?”
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