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as of recent, josh had been way more clingy than usual. initially, you had chalked it up to his insecurities taking hold of him, and with that, you had tried your best to give him as much reassurance as you could- but for some reason, his clinginess never seemed to falter.
that’s when you started paying more attention. his eyes seemed to linger on your figure about a half second more than they usually do, and after you told him you were going out with one of your friends, he insisted he should come with. you decided to just stay home with him.
though, even after deciding to stay home with him, he seemed.. distant. hesitating to pull you closer to him, pausing for a moment before interlocking fingers with you, and when you asked if you could pause the movie you two had settled on previously, all he did was nod. no words, just a simple tilt of the head.
the gears began to shift in your head that night after he drifted to sleep. was he hiding something? did you do something to upset him? every hypothetical left you with more uneasiness.
so, after a multitude of overthinking, you decided to try to solve whatever.. this was.
you sat up and paused for a moment, a soft exhale leaving your mouth. you nudged him, to no avail. you began to shake him gently, smoothing a strand of hair out of his face.
he blinked a couple of times, before looking up at you with heavy eyes. he squinted, before reaching behind him to grab his glasses. he blew the dust on them and then put them on.
“baby..,” you started, uncertainty wavering in your voice. “did i…did i do anything wrong?” you pulled your legs against your body, disregarding the blankets previously draped over your body.
you decided not to elaborate and instead wait to see if instead, he told you what you did, but unfortunately, that endeavor did not work.
“mmm, no, why?” he mumbled, still drunk on the overpowering sleepiness that enveloped him.
you furrow your brows, pinching the space in between them. you think for a moment, trying your best to keep your composure. the last thing this relationship needed was a fight.
“you’ve been so, like, off..? recently. you’re clingy and then distant and then clingy again. did i upset you?” you look at him, your face a desperate plea. “are you hiding something?” you add on, egging on a reaction or some sort of sign on his face in response.
he blinks a few times, seemingly uncomfortable. he props himself up on his pillow using his arms, a takes a moment before speaking. your gaze is still fixed upon him, the darkness of the room making the situation all the more desolate.
“sweetheart…no, you didn’t do anything wrong. and- and i’m not hiding anything!” his voice gets increasingly louder, worry dripping from his words. “i just- i don’t know, i’ve been so..”
he drifts off, refusing to meet your gaze. he twiddles his thumbs, and it seemed like suddenly, they were the most interesting things in the room.
“i’ve been so pent up. and- and i’ve been too scared to tell you.. i don’t know, i just thought you’d be.. mad? or deny me? i don’t know.”
he stumbles over his words, his voice getting quieter and quieter. blush pours onto his cheeks, the room suddenly feeling very small.
your eyebrows shoot up. you…weren’t expecting that answer. at all. but that’s what you get for assuming the worst. you lean down, running a hand through his hair.
“baby…no.. why would i ever say no?” you coo, planting a kiss on his forehead. “i love you so much. i wouldn’t turn down sex with you for the world.”
he somehow blushes even harder at the raw unfilteredness of your words. he looks up at you, biting on his bottom lip in nervousness.
you lean down and plant a kiss on his lips. at first, it starts out sweet; gentle, even. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, his thumb smoothing over your skin soothingly. you pull away for a moment, resting your forehead on his. you grin against his lips, a small ‘i love you’ leaving your mouth.
your lips plant on his again, but this time it’s deliberate: desperate, raw, hungry, an attempt to make up for how long the two of you had gone without intimacy.
you turn your head slightly, parting your lips ever so slightly. the two of you chase a rhythm which soon falters with teeth clashing together and spit dribbling down your chins. you kick a leg over the side of his body and get on top, straddling him. his hands come off of your face and plant on your hips, grip tighter.
you pull away for air, wriggling yourself on him until you feel comfortable, which didn’t take long. you feel his erection blooming against you, and before you can make a remark, his lips crash against yours once more.
this time- it’s messy. he grips your waist tighter, mouths playing against each other frantically. his hands run up and down your body, grabbing at whatever he could.
you bring your arms up and place your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself as you begin to grind on his erection. your movements are tantalizingly slow, and as soon as josh realizes what you’re doing, he pulls away with a whimper.
“my love …oh my god,” he moans, his voice still dripping with tiredness. you smile at him and plant a small peck on his nose while you keep moving, rolling your hips deliberately. he whines, clearly sensitive.
“have you touched yourself at all recently?” you purr, question coming out of your mouth like it was asking what time it was: quick and casual.
he sucks in a breath at that, squeezing his eyes shut. he’s so cute when he gets flustered. he opens his mouth to respond, but whimpers instead. he shakes his head ‘no’, trying to move you faster on his cock.
you click your tongue at that, pressing your forehead to his. “you’re such a good boy, baby.” you whisper, breath coming hot on his skin. you intentionally drew out the ‘good boy’, knowing how much he loves reassurance and being praised.
a low, guttural moan rips from the back of his throat as he nods dumbly in response. your movements come faster, as you set a pace in your head you follow intently. a sleuth of noises spill from his mouth, his mouth left agape and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
you stop moving and hook your fingers on his waistband. a small ‘please’ falls from his lips as you pull his boxers down, revealing his cock, hard with precum beaded at the tip. you inhale sharply before positioning yourself over him, using his shoulders as support.
you sink yourself down onto his erection, the both of you groaning at the feeling. you stayed still for a moment, as it had been a while since you had been filled like this, and you could tell your lover needed a moment as to not cum.
you two hadn’t fucked raw in a year or two, and to say you forgot how it felt was an understatement.
you slowly started moving on his cock, pulling off and then sinking back down. he moaned, loud and needy. you began to repeat your movements, each time a louder moan ripping from the back of your lover’s throat.
he nuzzles into you and rests his head on your chest, his sweet noises disappearing into you as you rode him. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a bear hug of sorts.
“‘s been so long,” he groans, voice cracking. “needed this,” he adds, voice still quiet and drunk off of you. he pulls you as close to him as he can, his breath hot and quick against your chest. you rest your head atop of his, sniffing his hair. it smelt familiar. it smelt like home.
it had been so long since the two of you had been this close, and it was driving you crazy.
you quicken your pace, finding that spot inside you that made you see stars. you arch your back, a loud moaning falling from your lips. you feel his cock throb inside of you at that, a telltale sign he was close to coming. your movements become more erratic, chasing the euphoria that you felt when his cock hit your g spot.
he manages a small ‘i’m close’, to which you nod at, your grip on him tightens, and you feel him begin to thrust up into you. you moan, slamming down onto him, your core getting sore from how much you were moving.
without warning, he moves his head up from your chest and envelopes you into a kiss. you whine, your lips moving against each other with desperately.
you feel josh hit your g spot one more time, and with that, you come, and you swear you see stars. he comes soon after you do, his grip around you tightening while he fills you up.
you milk him through his orgasm, your movements unfaltering. he pulls away from the kiss, a warbled groan spilling from his lips.
“one second, need a minute, hurts.” he slurs out, grabbing your hips and forces you to a stop. he pulls you off of him, setting you in the space next to him where you previously were. some of his cum leaks out of you and spills onto the bed, much to your dismay.
he looks down and realizes this, and immediately snaps out of his post-nut clarity. he plants a soft kiss to your forehead and shuffles out of bed, presumably in suit of a towel to clean you with.
you smile to yourself, looking to the spot in the bed where he once was. you smooth out your hair, awaiting his return.
he rushes back with a damp towel and gets on his knees in front of you. he presses the towel to your hole, earning a sharp inhale from you.
“wanna take a shower together after this?” he looks up at you, goofy smile plastered on his face. you chuckle, booping his nose.
“of course.”