Confession

Confession (Part 3)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI
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A/N: I am really sorry for the delay. I planned to post this over last weekend but I fell behind with the writing. Anyway, I hope this final chapter is worth the wait.
So, the inspiration for this one came from this picture. I had the absolute pleasure (and the dreadful curse) to witness, with my own two eyes, this fucker (affectionate) with rhinestones down his chest at my show.
I never recovered from that day, to be honest, but I promised myself I would definitely write something about it in one of my stories.
So, here it is. I hope you like it.

Word count: 7.5K (sorry, I couldn't shut up)

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary: Rhinestones and ice cream go well together.
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Almost an entire year had passed since that night in your room with Josh, and not once you had stopped thinking about the sweet touch of his lips on your skin, right before drifting off to sleep.

Every. Single. Night.

He helped you a lot to calm down your anxiety that night and he still did in the present, even if unconsciously.

Like last time, nobody mentioned anything and it was absolutely fine for you, even though you couldn't deny that you longed for his touch and presence.

You were still working for them.

They had released a new album and they had an international tour going.

You had the absolute pleasure to design some new stage clothes for the four of them and you were really proud of how they had turned out.

The Kiszka brothers were all growing facial hair,  now, Danny had a new haircut that made him look like a 70's rock star and him and Josh had developed a novel interest in make-up.

Rhinestones, in particular, had caught their eye and had become a regular part of their stage outfits and make-up.

Their poor make-up artist had to glue indefinite amounts of little shiny stones on their faces every night, and it wasn't always an easy job, especially since one of them kept changing his mind on how he wanted them placed.

Of course, it was Josh you were referring to.

One night you had walked past his greenroom and you had heard him make her change the pattern three times in a row. And he stopped only because she had told him, with every right to do so, that he could do it himself if he didn't like how she was working.

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Tonight's show was in Milan, Italy.

You had arrived the day before and you were already loving it.

The weather was heavenly.
It wasn't too hot even though it was the beginning of June. There was always a gentle cool breeze, making the beaming sun more bearable.

It was lovely.

The venue was outdoors, the stage was placed in a big field surrounded by trees and apartment buildings in the outskirts of the city.

It was so quiet and calm backstage that you could hear birds sing and crickets chirp in the grass.

You were currently organizing the boys wardrobe when you heard your phone buzz on the table.

It was a message from their make-up artist.

She was telling you that she wasn't feeling well and that she didn't know if she could make it to the show.
She was trapped in the hotel room with high temperature and she was afraid to infect the boys too.