every single Tales game prologue: hi! hewe awe ur characters! youw childhood friend/sibling is gonna teach you the game mechanics! wonder around youw village- ope, you got a quest! wander in a fowest and gwind! you found a dog! silly dog <3 ~ take him back to his loving master because he was a naughty naughty boy x3
The actual tales game: Everything you love is dead, life is a hopeless, frantic circle going nowhere. Are you ready to embrace the world that betrayed you? Your enemy is the government holding strings everywhere. You will not survive and if the slim chance holds that you do, your existence will not be thanked or remembered. Are you ready to take on the responsibilites of the sins of human nature?
Me, pointing at The Undertaker:
Look at him! Look at that man! That good man! That sweet man!
These walking corpses that I created will open up the bodies of the living in a cruel attempt to find the soul that they lack, but they will never be able to make another's soul their own.
Drabble Challenge - Prompt 84 - “Show me what’s behind your back.” Filled for @novemberhush
Thank You, Dee, I hope you enjoy reading it. xx
They had been living together for nearly a year now, and in that time Mike had noticed one place that Harvey seemed to hold sacred in his walk-in wardrobe; a drawer that contained his ties. Every morning as he lazed about in their bed, he would watch Harvey spend way too much time standing in front of it before he chose a tie. Harvey was particular about and took pride in his image, but even for him, the daily selection was taking too long.
It drove him crazy, but he resisted the urge to sneak a peek for forty-nine weeks, two days, seven hours, thirty-one minutes and seven seconds.
He arrived home early that afternoon and figured he could get away with just a quick peek, in and out, no harm in that, right?
He slid the draw open, observing the neat lines of silk ties, most of them hues of grey or blue, and a few purple ones at the back. If you weren’t looking, the two subtle little pieces of ribbon on either side of the drawers could easily be missed. Mike clasped them and gave a gentle tug, and the layer of ties pulled up and slid easily back atop the back half of the drawer. Below are an array of neatly organised items; a picture of his niece and nephew, some very expensive looking cuff links, a journal, some other important looking papers, and a ring box.
He’s come this far; he may as well examine the contents thoroughly; he reasons picking up the navy velour box.
He expects to find some old family heirloom, maybe from Harvey’s grandmother who as Harvey tells it, always had a soft spot for him. Instead, he finds a beautiful plain gold band with two platinum lines weaved around it, crossing over one another. He is stunned, and his breath hiccups in his throat as he gawks at the beautiful ring. Removing it carefully from the box, he twirls it around in his fingers, before reading the inscription.
His heart flutters, and a warm wave of emotion swept through his body as tears build in the corners of his eyes. Harvey wanted to marry him.
He slipped the ring on, it was a tight fit, but that was probably because his heart was racing. He held out his hand to examine how it looked. Of course, Harvey chose perfectly, the width and style were elegant and understated he thought gushing. Then the guilt set in. Harvey deserved to see his face when he saw the ring for the first time. He glared at himself crossly in the mirror, of course, he had gotten carried away.
The front entrance door banged shut, and Mike immediately began to panic, yanking at his finger to pull the ring off but it wouldn’t budge. The more he pulled in his panic, the redder and more swollen the area became, and the less likely it was that it was coming off. Shit.
“Are you here, Mike?” Harvey called from the kitchen.
“Ahh … Ahem yep, in the bedroom,” he replied, cursing under his breath.
He slid the robe’s door closed and tried to look casual standing in the middle of the bedroom with his right hand on his hip and his left hand hanging loosely behind his leg.
When Harvey walked in, he noticed Mike looking akin to a Macy’s mannequin, except for his face which looked very guilty. In total, it took the best closer in New York ten seconds to work out that something was awry. He narrowed his eyes and stalked forward, giving Mike an inquisitive look. Mike instinctively took a step back and hid his hand up his shirt.
“Mike?” He urged, “Show me what’s behind your back.”
Mike’s head dropped in shame, and he mentally beat himself up for ruining this moment for them.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled to the floor as he revealed his hidden left hand and held it out for inspection, then waited for Harvey to speak.
Unexpectedly, Harvey chuckled, “Maybe the inscription should have read, ‘My Puppy, Snoopy’.”
Mike smiled despite wanting the ground to swallow him up.
“Are you mad?” Mike asked hesitantly and lifted his eyes from the floor.
Twelve pearly white teeth, ten laughter lines, two dimples, and eight crow’s feet made up the beautiful face of the man standing before him now, with tears shining in his eyes.
“I will be if you say no!” Harvey hinted, clearly amused.
Harvey dropped to his knee and kissed Mike’s swollen ring finger, looking hopefully up at him.
“Marry me?” Harvey asked, his voice soft and with a slight quaver to it.
“Fuck yes!” Mike cried and tackled him onto the plush carpet to kiss his amazing fiancé stupid.
Authors note: Awww, they love each other. 😍 Thanks for reading. This is fic number 3, out of 8. You can find the others on AO3 here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musings
Xiumin: Xiumin comes off to me to be a strict big spoon while sleeping with you. He would always have one arm or one leg wrappped around you just because he wants to make sure you are still there and safe in his arms.
Lay: He likes to sleep on his side or his back, so when he would sleep on his side you would be sleeping on your side facing him with your head tucked into his chest. When he slept on his back, you would rest your head on his chest and he would wrap his arms securely around you.
Suho: As we all know, he sleeps in the fetal position. SO he would be another strict spooner type of guy. He would prefer to be the big spoon to show you how much he cares about you and loves you, but when he needs to feel loved and taken care of he will request for you to be the big spoon for the night.
Baekhyun: He seems to be the type of boyfriend that LOVES to be touching you all the time! That includes during the day and even when you’re trying to sleep! He would prefer if you laid on your back and he snuggles into your chest/crook of your neck. Also, he would like to be a little spoon sometimes, too.
Chen: He reminds me of Baekhyun because he also likes to always being touching you or having you very close to him. He would like to be the big spoon some days but he would also really like sleeping on your chest because this boy is naughty and loves the feeling of it haha!
Chanyeol: This boy is a giant! He is WAY too tall for you to even attempt to spoon him, therefore; he would be a strict big spoon. Also, he would find it adorable if you slept on his chest because he awes at the thought of you being comfortable enough with him to literally sleep on him!
Kyungsoo: He seems to be a strict “I sleep on my back” type of guy. So he would really like it when you accommodated to his sleeping position by resting your head on his chest! Kyungsoo would really love that position because he feels like he is more of a man and serving his duty of a boyfriend to protect you.
Kai: Sleeping with this man would be very complicated and difficult. With all his dogs and then two grown ups trying to fit into a bed will be a really challenge but you both will finally agree to him being the big spoon, you being the little spoon and his puppies resting around you both. Also, you guys would switch is up some days and you would rest your head on his chest while his puppies cuddle up to both of you.
Sehun: He also seems to be a secretly super cuddly person with his partner. I can imagine three sleeping positions you both would sleep in. The first one that he discreetly prefers is you laying on your back while he cuddles into your chest. Some days he would prefer to do the opposite and have you cuddle into his chest, but when you are both exhausted he would just wrap around you and become the big spoon.
A/N: Sorry this took so long😫gifs will be added later💖
“Jin, is that what I think it is?” You smile suggestively, opening his boxers to pull his cock out.
“Maybe?” He grins, blush lightly spread across his cheeks.
“I didn’t think you were the type of guy.” You giggle, testing it by poking the piercing slightly. He throws his head back, moaning at the feeling. Your eyes darken and a surge of lust passes through you. “I think you and me are going to have fun with this, baby~”
You scream and Yoongi jumps back in surprise, almost hitting his head on the headboard. “What?! What’s wrong?!” He gasps, suddenly hyper aware of everything.
“Last time we fucked, you didn’t have that on your cock!” You exclaim.
“Y/N, it’s not that bad is it? I got it because apparently it feels amazing!” He whines and you giggle, patting his thigh in apology.
“I’m sorry I thought you had an STD or something. It looks nice~”
“So this is why you haven’t let me touch you!” You nod in realisation, watching as Hoseok flushes red. “Does this feel good, baby?” You slide your finger over it and giggle when he whines.
“So good.” He covers his face, stuttering and babbling nonsense.
“I want you to look at me sweetheart.” He looks through the cracks in his fingers, eyes hooded and pupils dilated.
“You look so pretty honey~”
It’s strange to see him under you, squirming and whimpering because of one simple touch. The piercing glinting under the light and making him moan and tremble in pleasure.
“Does my baby like it~”
“Jimin, I honestly did not expect this.” You chuckle, poking his pudgy cock, smirking when he squeezes his legs together in sensitivity. “Oh, does that feel good my little angel?” You coo, watching as he blushes. “Tell me.”
“It feels really good.” He whispers, looking down into his lap, suddenly looking up as he realises he was staring directly at the piercing.
“Don’t be so shy honey~”
He proudly strips, excited to show you something. In confusion you turn to look, scanning his body and almost choking on your spit when you see his piercing. “Like it?”
“When did you get that?!” You gasp and he frowns.
“Like a week ago, it’s meant to feel really good.” You bite your lip, turned on by the idea of dominating him and reducing him to little whimpers.
“Let’s test it out~”
“Gukkie! You naughty boy!” He blushes, groaning in embarrassment.
“Do you have to make such a big deal out of?”
“Um yes, whats next? Is my little boy going to get tattoos and a tongue piercing.” You giggle when he hits your shoulder.
“Just stop, can we just do it?” He pulls you closer and you stroke his thigh.
The room shook with deafening vibrations. He stared in awe at his fellow students who seemed completely oblivious of what was happening right in their presence, and Mr. Thomson droned on as if the room wasn’t about to cave in. Taehyung alone sensed it, like how animals seem to know just before an earthquake is about to strike while the dumb humans went on with their lives unaware of the disaster about to befall them… Or maybe he was the only one hearing it because the source of the vibrations was stuck so far up his ass that each time he shifted in his seat his vision went star-white.
A light chuckle tickled his ear and his tormentor whispered, “Ease up, puppy, you’re gonna call attention to us.” The words were nice and soothing but the hand that ran up the inside of his thigh was anything but.
Anonymous said: Omg, please tell me there’s gonna be a part 3 to the grammys???? You can’t leave that kinda cliff hanger!!!! Dosh Josh behave or not, do Tyler and Jenna figure out what’s going on?? Please, please, please tell us!!!???
*continued female reader, smut, last segment to this trilogy
Normally, you two would’ve just gone home and fucked each other senseless. You would’ve teased each other the entire ride home and then gotten in the bedroom and let loose. You would’ve definitely had quite a night. However, it didn’t go quite as anticipated or planned. After dinner, which to your surprise, both of you behaved fairly well, and Jenna and Tyler didn’t quite let the two of you off the hook. “I don’t want this night to end,” Tyler sighed. “I feel like I’m on the top of the world.”
“I’m so proud of you guys,” you agreed. “You could literally take on anything now.”
“You’ve already tackled so many other challenges, you’re basically unstoppable!” Jenna grinned.
“Hell, who knows. Maybe we’ll win the Olympics next,” Josh joked.
“We’ll start training tomorrow,” Tyler teased. “No but really, I don’t want this night to end. We should go see a movie or walk around town or something. I know it’s late, but I’m still super high on life.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Jenna smiled. “What do you guys think?”
Josh and you looked at each other, and you could tell in his eyes he was still yearning for what you had planned later. You were about to make up a lie about how you still didn’t feel too well when Tyler interrupted you. “Hold on, I’m getting a call,” Tyler explained, putting his phone up to his ear.
“Who is it?” Jenna wondered.
“Josh, it’s your mom!” Tyler laughed. “Hold on, Laura, I’m going to put you on speaker.”
“What?” you hissed angrily, jabbing Josh in the arm. “You have the time to sext me in the middle of dinner but you can’t even give your mom a quick phone call?”
“Hi boys!” she greeted happily. “I’m so proud of you!”
“Yeah mom,” Josh chuckled, giving you a look as to drop the subject. “Thanks.”
“We have a little surprise for you!” she explained. “I’m going to send an address to where the party is and I want you all to come. I think you already ate but there’s some snacks and stuff.”
“What are you talking about?” Josh wondered. “You’re all in Los Angeles? Right now?”
“Kelly set it up,” she explained. “I just helped. Tyler’s parents helped and Zack and Jay are here, Jordan too, everyone really. Even Ashley and Abby and Madison. They all headed over after the awards.”
“Mom,” Josh stated. “We’re at dinner right now.”
“I know, I know,” she reassured. “But after you guys are done, just come over here. We rented out a nice little place. Everyone’s waiting for you boys, and your lovely women too.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” you quickly chimed in. “It’s a perfect celebration.”
“She’s right,” Jenna agreed. “Come on, Josh. Let’s drag out the happy all night long.”
“Just a small party,” Tyler shrugged. “Right?”
“Fine,” Josh complied, glancing at you, frustrated. “We’ll head over soon mom.”
“Thank you,” she giggled. “Can’t wait to see you all. Love you.”
“Love you!” you all responded before Josh hung up and handed Tyler the phone.
“You never told me your mom set up a party for us,” Josh laughed.
“I never knew,” Tyler replied. “Evidently she did.”
“You’d think Jordan would tell me,” Josh rolled his eyes.
“I guess not,” Tyler sighed. “Well we better hurry over.”
“Yeah,” Jenna nodded. “Let’s get the bill and head out soon.”
As soon as you and Josh got in the car, he blew up. “I can’t believe my mom would do that!” he groaned aloud, forcefully sticking the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot. “You think she’d just want me to spend the night with you, but no!”
“Josh calm down,” you put a hand on his shoulder but he jerked it away.
“No! You don’t understand!” he muttered. “I’ve literally been dying all dinner long.”
“Then maybe we can do something quick,” you suggested. “Before we get to the party.”
“I just want to fuck you,” he whispered, glancing at you. “Really, really, really bad.”
“They flew all the way here from Columbus,” you insisted.
“I know but you just look so hot in that dress, baby,” Josh murmured, taking a turn on the road. “And your hair, it looks so good too. You were by far the best one there at the Grammys.”
“You were the one who took off your pants,” you reminded.
“And I’ll do it again,” he gave a sly smile. “How about that?”
“Just for me this time,” you argued, sliding a hand towards his upper thigh as he drove. “All for me, Josh.”
“Fuck baby, don’t do that when I’m driving,” he chuckled darkly, and you withdrew your hand, blushing. “You’re tempting me so bad you know.”
“To do what?” you challenged.
“To pull off the side of the road right now, lock all the doors, take you in the back seat, and fuck you right here, right now,” he explained, eyes fixed on the road, trying to concentrate.
“Naughty boy,” you clicked your tongue.
“Can’t help it when you’re around,” he shook his head. “You do things to me. You don’t even know.”
“Oh I’m sure I do know,” you smirked. “I know how bad you want it.”
“Then stop teasing me and just fake sick at the party so we can go home and just finally fucking do this,” he begged. “Please y/n, I can barely take it anymore.”
“One hour,” you promised. “One hour at the party and then maybe I’ll contemplate it.”
“Contemplate?” he raised his eyebrows, turning into the parking lot of the venue. “No, babe. You have to. Come on, Jenna’s going to vouch for you cause she knows how bad you felt at dinner. It would all work out.”
“We’ll see what happens,” you sighed, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Maybe if you behave then I’ll make up my mind.”
“Goddammit I hate you,” he grumbled.
“You fucking love me,” you grinned, knowing very well you were using his own words against him. He just laughed, both of you deciding to have another kiss before getting out of the car, then heading into the venue, his arm around your waist, looking hella fine in your fancy Grammys outfits.
As soon as you entered everyone cheered loudly, both of you earning a huge applause and a million eyes on you all at once, but the two of you froze. There was no way you were anticipating this many people. You thought maybe the two families and a couple of friends, but this was like an entire wedding reception or something. There was no way you’d be leaving in just an hour. “Want to escape out the door while we still can?” Josh joked but you narrowed your eyes at him, plastering on a smile as soon as his mom Laura approached you.
“Aw look at you two!” she beamed. “You’re so fancy, oh my goodness.”
“I didn’t know so many people were going to be here mom,” Josh murmured, probably nervous.
“I didn’t either but I guess uh, Tyler’s brother Zack tweeted out the address and a couple of people saw it and decided to come,” she shrugged.
“A couple of people?” Josh widened his eyes. “This is like the Grammys itself!”
“Oh gosh,” you stared at your phone and read the tweet aloud. “Twenty One Pilots Grammys after-party!”
“Of course Zach would do something like that,” Josh grumbled. “Okay, well thanks for the party anyways. It’s very nice. I can’t wait to get down and meet some people, dance with y/n hopefully, eat some great food.”
“Absolutely,” Laura smiled, giving both of you a huge hug. “It’s for you and Tyler, so have fun. We’re all so very proud of you. I love you.”
“Love you too mom,” he gave a small smile. “Now come on y/n, let’s shake our booties on that dance floor!”
“Sure,” you rolled your eyes and laughed.
“You guys came!” Jenna squealed happily, tugging Tyler over to meet you guys. “You feeling a little better, y/n?” You looked in her eyes, seeing how genuinely happy she was, how excited and proud, how caring. You couldn’t just leave this party, all these sweet people, everything both of their families sacrificed and set up, just so you could fuck Josh for a night. Josh looked at you, almost with begging eyes, wishing you’d just say you felt miserable, but you couldn’t do that. You just couldn’t.
“I feel great,” you grinned. “This set up is amazing! I’m so glad we came.”
“Yeah,” Josh stated flatly, grip on your waist tightening. “So happy to be here.”
“Come on bro,” Tyler tapped him on the shoulder. “There’s some people I want you to meet.”
“Cool,” Josh took a deep breath. “Uh, I’ll see you around y/n. Keep your phone on you?”
“Oh no, no, no,” you shook your head immediately, knowing exactly what was going on. “My phone is almost dead and I’m not going to play anymore of your little games. You go behave and have fun with Tyler. Got it?” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Fine,” he mumbled, faking a smile and going off with Ty.
“So what was dinner all about?” Jenna narrowed her eyes when the boys left. “I mean come on, the gasping and moaning? What was that?”
“Josh was being a dick,” you rolled your eyes. “Nothing important.”
“And the phones too,” she added. “You guys okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s fine.”
“Are you guys…” she left a small pause and you tensed. “Breaking up?”
“What?” your eyes went wide. “No, not at all.”
“Oh okay,” she shrugged. “I don’t know. You just seemed like you were arguing about something and I thought maybe he was kicking your leg underneath the table or jabbing your side. Tyler kind of gets a little agitated when he’s angry with me too and does that kind of stuff. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“It’s fine,” you reassured. “I just felt a little sick and he wasn’t helping. He’s just playing around.”
“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well I’m going to get going. I have some people I have to talk to. Have a great night, y/n. I’ll see you later!”
“Bye Jenna!” you waved. You took a deep breath, then decided to go over to the table of food and grab a small snack. There was a gorgeous cake, topped with a skeleton and alien sugar sculpture, which you thought was probably the works of the sisters. They always had a knack for the cooking, especially around the holiday time. You scooped up a handful of jelly beans, popping one in your mouth when you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you. You spun around to face Jordan, Josh’s brother.
“Hey y/n,” he smiled.
“Oh hey,” you greeted.
“How was dinner?” he raised an eyebrow.
“It was good,” you nodded.
“Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?” he smirked. You turned bright red.
“W-what?” you tried to hide your blushing but he just chuckled.
“Ah, I got quite an interesting text tonight,” Jordan explained. “I assume it was for you, seeing as Josh said oops and all, and then avoided my seven phone calls.”
“He was just teasing,” you shrugged, trying to dismiss the subject. “You know how he is.”
“Are you sure you guys were at dinner?” he persisted.
“We were,” you narrowed your eyes. “You can ask Tyler and Jenna.”
“Or Josh himself,” Jordan added. “I’m sure he’d tell me quite the story.”
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.
“So do tell me,” he insisted. “Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” you sighed. “Now go on and cause trouble elsewhere.”
“I’m just playing with you,” he laughed. “Hey, have a good night y/n. And make sure Josh behaves.”
“Oh I will,” you reassured. “I always do.”
“Speaking of the devil,” Jordan pointed to Josh coming over. “Hey, you guys have fun tonight. Take it easy.”
“You too,” you waved him goodbye.
“Hey babe,” Josh wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Josh,” you pushed him back slightly, glaring at him. “No.”
“Yes,” he insisted. “Please.”
“Where would we even go?” you narrowed your eyes. “Definitely not home.”
“Fine,” he bit his lower lip. “Car?”
“No,” you shook your head. “No way.”
“Then let’s go find a place,” he mumbled against your neck, pressing light kisses to your skin. “Baby I’m dying without you.”
“I know, I know,” you reassured.
“Come on, I’m sure there’s a place we can go,” Josh argued. “I’ve literally been waiting since before dinner, sweetheart.”
“Me too,” you admitted. “But we’ve got to be polite.”
“If I find somewhere can we go?” he pleaded. “Please? It will be quick, I don’t care, I just need this.”
“Fine,” you complied, pulling him in for an open mouthed kiss, then letting go. “You have half an hour tops. Then we wait until the end of the night.”
“Got it,” he agreed, giving you a kiss on the forehead before running off, searching for who knows what.
“Where’d he head off to?” a voice behind you wondered with a chuckle. You spun around and then almost had a heart attack when you realized who it was.
“Holy shit!” you gasped, putting a hand to your chest. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Halsey laughed. “Did I scare you?”
“A little bit,” you confessed. “Just didn’t see you coming.”
“That’s alright,” she reassured. “Is Josh okay? He looked kind of anxious running off like that. I was going to congratulate him.”
“Oh,” you blushed. “He’s just um, looking for Tyler. Something important I think, he wouldn’t tell me.”
“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well- oh! There he is!”
“Hey,” Josh looked nervous when he plastered on a smile, engulfing Halsey in a hug. “Long time, no see.”
“Yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “I wanted to congratulate you boys! That’s awesome!”
“You too,” he nodded. “Two nominations, that’s insane!”
“Thanks,” she nodded. “So-”
“I’m sorry but me and y/n really have to go,” he apologized. “It’s important.”
“Ah, uh, okay,” she frowned slightly. “It’s cool. I’ll talk to you later then?”
“Yeah,” Josh agreed hurriedly. “Thanks so much!”
“No problem,” she gave a hesitant smile before Josh dragged you out of the conversation, tugging you by the arm up a flight of steps and down a hallway.
“I cannot fucking believe you!” you hissed. “You just freaking dragged me away from a conversation with Halsey!”
“So what?” he replied. “I’m sure if you really wanted to talk to her so bad, you could find another time later tonight.”
“Josh you’ve been going insane,” you argued, wresting free of his grip on your arm and staring at him. “This is out of control.”
“You’re the reason,” he mumbled, dark eyes boring into yours. “God you look so good tonight. I can’t help myself.”
“Yeah?” you smirked, noticing the way he was biting his lower lip, the beads of sweat on his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“What if I told you you’re not allowed to touch me for the rest of the night, hmm?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger underneath the strap of your dress, dragging it down your shoulder while remaining eye contact with him, watching as his eyes followed your hand in a trance, gaze fixed on every new exposition of skin as you pulled the fabric lower.
“Fuck baby, don’t do this in the hallway,” he ran a hand though his bright yellow curls, tugging hard in frustration, biting down harder on his lip. He glanced to the side, making sure nobody was coming. “Come on, there’s a room just a little while away, I promise.”
“Nah,” you shook your head, smirking as you realized he was getting turned on. You shrugged off the other sleeve of your dress and watched as the fabric fell to your waist, revealing your lacy bra. “I’m comfortable here.”
“Goddammit what if someone sees you?” he whispered.
“Why should I care?” you wondered. “I mean, everyone saw you just fine babe.”
“No,” Josh shook his head immediately. “It’s not like that.”
“Oh but I think it is,” you insisted. “Taking your pants off in front of everyone at the Grammys, standing there in your underwear, everyone looking at you… you didn’t seem to care.”
“That was Tyler’s idea,” he muttered. “Look, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you didn’t want me to.”
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Would you care if I was the one standing up there? Stripping down to my underwear like this? Everyone’s eyes fixed on me? Staring at my body? My body that belongs to you?”
“You belong to me,” he insisted.
“Exactly,” you agreed. “So what makes you think the same rules don’t apply to you?”
“I didn’t think you’d care,” he mumbled, looking shy and scared.
“You don’t think I care?” you challenged. “Every night when you take off your shirt at shows? When you’re tugging down your pants on stage? You don’t think I see that, babe?”
“Fuck, please don’t do this here,” he begged, and you glanced down, realizing he had an obvious hard on. “Let’s go to the room.” He reached for your arm but you quickly took a step back, letting the fabric of your dress fall to the floor, and he gasped, eyes transfixed on your body.
“Why should I let you touch me?” you inquired. “I mean, you said it, I don’t care. Do I?”
“Babe that’s not what I meant-” he began, but you shook your head.
“No, I think you did,” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly. There was a pause and then an idea came to mind. “Hmmm you know, maybe I should go back to the party like this. Let everyone see me, let them know how fucking sexy I am, how you’re not the only one who can put on a show.”
“Y/n-” Josh was staring at you, pants growing tighter by the second, straining his voice. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Maybe I would,” you teased. “I’d be the life of the party, wouldn’t I?”
“I can’t let anyone else see you like this baby,” he argued. “You’re all mine.”
“Am I?” you raised an eyebrow, watching his mouth hang open, speechless, as you dipped a hand underneath your underwear.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned.
“Who’s going to stop me?” you chuckled. “You?”
“Y/n you’re killing me,” he argued. “Fuck just let me touch you. Please.”
“How bad do you want this?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger between your folds and letting out a gasp, watching as Josh’s eyes widened and he tightened his jaw as he watched you, and a smile curled on your lips. “You want this to be you, baby?”
“Yes,” he pleaded. “I need this so bad.”
“I don’t know…” you trailed off your voice, then started to pump another finger inside you, and you let out a soft moan, opening your eyes and looking at Josh, who just about looked like he was going to melt right there.
“I’m begging you y/n,” he inhaled a ragged breath. “Just let me get my hands on you.”
“What’s the magic word?” you smirked.
“Please,” he barely was able to respond.
“Okay,” you smiled, and there wasn’t even a split second that passed before he lunged towards you, pinning your body against the wall, hands behind your head, on your back, on your ass, between your legs, down your thighs, everywhere all at once. His lips attacked yours, tongue absorbing greedy kisses, sliding down your neck, his hips grinding against your already soaking core, hands fumbling with the clasp of your bra when he pulled back, eyes staring into yours.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.
“Let’s get out of the motherfucking hallway,” you agreed. You began to kiss him again, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bent down to pick up the fabric of your dress, carrying you towards the room. After violently jostling the doorknob, it finally gave in, and he kicked the door shut with his foot and placed you on a table, tossing your dress aside and attacking you with kisses. You moaned into his mouth, legs still wrapped around him as he pushed your back into the table, grinding against you, and when he pulled away to catch his breath, you looked around, smirking. “Conference table? Really?”
“Best I could find,” he mumbled, burying his head in your neck and sucking at your skin, leaving you a mess of gasps and moans.
“F-fuck Josh,” you stuttered, him unclasping your bra and sliding it up off of your arms, then exploring your breasts and stomach with his lips, trailing kisses across your body.
“Can you believe just moments ago you were saying no to this?” he laughed quietly, tugging down your panties and tossing them aside. “Shit baby, you’re just as much of a mess as I am.”
“Just for you,” you reminded.
“Of course,” he grinned. “You’re all mine.” He delved his tongue into you and you let out a loud moan, feeling your stomach tighten with each movement, his hands gripping on your hips, your fingers tugging on locks of his hair, his nose pressed against your clit, your legs wrapped around his head.
“Josh I’m going to cum,” you barely whispered.
“Do it baby,” he insisted. “Show me how bad you want me inside you.”
“Fuck,” you gasped, coming undone and feeling your orgasm ripple through your body as you eased into the surface of the table, leaning your head back and gasping for breath as Josh licked and sucked between your legs.
“Mmm you taste so good babygirl,” he mumbled. He stood up and tugged off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, stripping down and sliding off his jeans, then his underwear, climbing on top of you. “And to think you were teasing me all night long, acting like you wouldn’t let me touch you, pretending like you could wait til you got home, trying to act all cool. I could see right through you y/n, I know how bad you want me.”
“Fuck Josh, please,” you begged. “Shit babe, just fuck me already.”
“I don’t know,” he smirked. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you touch me either.”
“Don’t try to pull that right now,” you shook your head, pushing your hips up in attempts to meet his. “I need you so bad.”
“How bad?” he challenged.
“Fuck,” you gasped, frustrated and exhausted, flipping him over so he was the one laying on the conference table, pushing down your hips and sinking his cock into you, pressing your lips against his in a mess of muffled moans.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re dominant like this babe,” Josh mumbled against your neck, both of you in sync with thrusts, your hips moving together in perfect rhythm, the two of you both desperate and harsh with each movement.
“Mm they’re going to be looking for us you know,” you sighed, still relentlessly fucking him against the table. “Wondering where we went.”
“And nobody’s going to know about it,” he gave a sly smile. “Nobody but me is going to know how fucking wonderful you are riding my cock like this, baby.”
“Just our little secret,” you promised. “Just the two of us.” You kept going harder and harder until finally the two of you were gasping for air, cumming at the same time, moaning each other’s names loudly and collapsing onto the table, clinging onto each other’s sweaty, exhausted, tired bodies.
“Three of us,” a voice corrected and both you and Josh widened your eyes, scared and surprised.
“Fuck,” you cursed.
“Hey uh, Josh, buddy?” Tyler’s voice came through the crack in the door. Shit, he must’ve found you guys. “Two things I’ve got to tell you. First off, we’re supposed to give a speech soon, so when you’re um, done with that, you should head down. And secondly, always lock the door bro.”
“Will do,” Josh reassured, watching as Tyler closed the door with a soft laugh.
“Think we were too loud?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Nah, Tyler’s just being sneaky as fuck,” he shook his head. “God you felt so good though, baby.”
“You always feel good,” you smirked, placing a quick kiss to his lips.
“You going to put your dress back on, babe?” Josh wondered.
“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you teased.
“You better,” he warned.
“Or what?” you challenged.
“Or we might have to come back here later tonight,” he suggested.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” you smiled.
“Come on,” he shook his head, laughing. “Let’s get dressed and then we’ll head down and try to look as composed as possible.”
“Fine,” you decided. “But do know that you look so much better without pants.”
“Thanks,” he blushed. “Now let’s go down there and hope I don’t mess up this stupid speech.”
When you arrived, you were greeted with a loud applause, and you gave Josh a kiss on the cheek before Tyler dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor, the two of them holding a microphone and spilling out a sweet sappy story of how far they’ve come and how thankful they are for today. That’s when Jordan decides to stand beside you, and he stays mostly quiet, except for when Josh comes back and Jordan is a mess of laughter. “Great job, Josh,” you smiled.
“Yeah,” Jordan snickered. “You did amazing. But uh, you might want to lend your little girlfriend over here a sweater or something.”
“How come?” Josh wondered, turning to look at you and then blinking twice.
“What?” you wondered.
“Hickeys,” Jordan smirked. “Looks like you guys had a little fun when you went missing, hmm?”
“Shut up,” Josh narrowed his eyes.
“Just saying,” Jordan shrugged. “I mean, your shirt’s not even buttoned up all the way for Pete’s sake.”
“Goodness gracious,” Josh mumbled, face turning red.
“Whatever,” you laughed. “At least it was a memorable night.”
“Oh believe me, sweetheart,” Josh laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “The night’s not even over yet.”