Them. | The Final Installment of the Him Series | Joe Jonas Fanfiction

Forty Two.

"Daddy, night nights?" Willa says, rubbing her eyes.

"No, baby girl, we can't go night nights yet," Joe tells her, making me look over from the couch.

She whines, bouncing up and down, unhappy with his answer.

"Princess," Joe sighs. "I understand that you're sleepy, but we have to wait to go night nights. See, the sun is still up which means we have to be up."

"No!" she whines, pouting.

"Yes, princess. I know you can do it, okay?"

"Daddy!" she whines.

"Come here, princess," he says, picking her up and holding her close. "Daddy hears you, okay? I know you're super sleepy. Daddy's super sleepy too. But I need you to try to stay up for me, okay?"

"Okay daddy," she says, whining a little before sniffling. "I can do it, daddy!"

"I know you can, my princess!" He says, throwing her up in the air a little, making her giggle before catching her in his arms again, kissing all over her face.

Licking my lips, my teeth find the bottom one, chewing on it for a moment. "Hey Jess!"

Jessica comes out of her room, raising her brows. "Yeah?"

"Can you do something fun with the girls? Try to keep them busy? And awake."

"Yeah, I gotcha," she nods, coaxing Willa to go with her before grabbing Delphine from her spot in front of me and taking them outside.

I stand, walking over towards him as he furrows his brows.

"Why did you-"

Grabbing his shirt, I pull him with me to our bedroom, shutting and locking the door before turning to him. "Pants off, now."

"Now?" he asks, raising his brows playfully.

"Joe," I warn.

He smirks, pulling down his pants and throwing them to the side as I quickly do the same, pressing on his chest to sit him down, immediately lowering myself onto him, exhaling in the process.

"Hmmm," Joe hums, running his hands up my back under my shirt, holding onto my waist, helping me keep pace. "Faster, baby."

I smirk, slowing down instead, making him give me a look before shaking his head, chuckling.

"Don't test me," he says.

"Or what?" I ask playfully, raising my brows.

He raises his, swiftly moving his arms to the bottom of my thighs, lifting me and quickly slamming himself into me over and over again, picking up speed.

I gasp, my breath hitching as I lean into him, one hand grabbing onto his shoulder while the other cups the side of his neck to support myself, my nails digging into his skin, a squeal escaping my lips as air begs to enter my lungs. "Oh shit. Fuck!"

He stops, starting again at a slow, sensual pace after a few seconds.

Still gasping, I gently lift myself back up, looking down at him as I shake my head, a small smile of disbelief pulling at my lips.

"I warned you," he smirks.

"No mercy today, huh?" I ask, breathing uneven.

He shakes his head. "You're the one who dragged me up here."

"And it feels so good."

He groans, leaning up to attach our lips, allowing me to set pace again as I begin bouncing up and down, stopping to adjust myself before starting again.