Summary: The shy little boy next door - complete with a purity ring and church camp certified, not exactly a match for someone who’s spent a fortune in foundation just to cover up hickies. But Joshua caught your attention within minutes and you couldn’t help but hope that God turned a blind eye when you captured his. Smut.
I had a lot of fun writing this and it is a little bit shorter than my other
ones (5400 words) but eh whatever I hope you guys like it. I focused so much on
the pinky ring because when I first saw the Seventeen rings honestly I didn’t
know they were band rings, no words of a lie I thought they were purity rings
because I had just come from the 5sos fandom and a bunch of people were saying
that Luke’s pinky ring was a purity ring and he stopped wearing it randomly
after his eighteenth birthday, so… whatever please enjoy the smut and message
me feedback! -Tanisha<3)
house - boring. TV - boring. YouTube - boring. Tumblr - boring. Homework -
boring. Sunday afternoon - boring, boring, boring. There was nothing good about
Sundays and you had no clue who invented them or thought they were a good idea.
But, you supposed, whatever day ultimately took their place would suck just as
“Y’know, for a, uh … person named Mad Dog, you really don’t feature many of these party hard things with dogs”
First of all, how dare you come into my house and criticize the PARTY HARD. You don’t see me invading your home and telling you how to properly insert a foam finger into your rectum. But I’ll humor you just this once.
Kasha wasn’t one to care much for the Midsummer City life. All her life had been spent in the simpler life of the Foothills, just below the mountains where that dreadful Red Lantern District stood. Tonight she had opted to take her new truck for a spin, with its shiny blue paint and tires that could handle the muddiest of roads. Which was a good thing, given the fact that it had rained earlier today and the shiny paint was now muddled with brown. Paired with a beer in the cupholder and her favorite country playlist blasting at full volume, Kasha had never been happier. And then of course there was the wedding to plan for…
A dark figure moved in front of her truck, coming into the light of the headlights far too late. Kasha cursed and slammed on the brakes at the last moment, sending mud flying. She flicked on her brights and squinted at the figure in the middle of the road. She hadn’t gone that far from the Foothills, had she? “You almost got yourself killed!” Kasha shouted, leaning out the window and flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground. “And if you had, you would have deserved it!” At least the person was covered in mud now. A decent enough punishment.