semi-automatic ; j.d

fifty ; racing hearts & wandering hands

6k celebration here have some mildly awkward smut you filthy animals

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"well," says jenna when she sees her favorite ship coming through the door of the apartment. "now i'll finally be able to sleep at night knowing that jia is restored."

josh grins and looks over at mia, at her warm eyes and plush lips with the remnants of smeared lipgloss from making out in the back of his car not even five minutes ago in the parking garage. hey, there was a lot of missed time to make up for. "me too."

"where's tyler?" mia asks after hanging up her coat in the closet. "i saw his car and- oh."

tyler is at the dining room table, slumped over jenna's plethora of wedding magazines and notebooks and color samples. light snores escape his slightly parted lips.

jenna giggles. "i guess trying to pick between center pieces tired him out."

"considering the fact that you narrowed it down to fifteen, that's not hard to believe," says the brunette girl while grabbing josh's hand and leading him down the hall to her room.

"i don't know how she--" mia starts to say, but as soon as she close the door to her room, josh's lips are attached to hers like magnets.

her back hits the wall as josh pushes her up against it, his thigh slotting between her legs.

"i missed you," he manages to get out between kisses. "so much."

mia slides her hands up the back of josh's button up shirt, exploring the smooth skin underneath. "mh, missed you too," she mumbles back.

his fingers dig into her hip before hiking one of her legs up around his waist. it's a mess of lips and hands and heavy breaths.

josh shifts his hips and pulls mia flush against him. with a heavy sigh he separates their lips and then starts kissing down her neck.

her knees buckle.

"b-bed?"

josh grins. "mhm," he hums against her skin and walks backwards until the back of his knees hit her bed. he sits down and pulls mia onto his lap.

mia tangles her fingers in josh's thick locks while straddling him. she can feel her heart beating fast against her chest.

"fuck," sighs josh as mia rocks her hips against his, creating a well-desired friction. he slides his hands around her hips and down to her ass, squeezing a handful. suddenly he becomes aware of the fact that he's getting hard in the tight confides of his pants and he tries his best to pull away without making it obvious.

mia looks down at him through the darkness of her room, the string lights illuminating his features. "what's wrong?" she asks.

don't be awkward, he tells himself as he averts his eyes. "nothing, nothing, i'm just, uh, getting kinda hard," he tells her with blushing cheeks.

"oh," replies mia with a slow nod. then she actually takes in what he said, and realization sweeps over her face. "oh, okay. do you want--like should we...?"

almost instantaneously, josh shakes his head with widening eyes. "no, no, we don't have to--i mean, i don't want you to feel like you have to--like i'm totally okay with not doing anything if you don't want to."

his rambling makes mia giggle. "well do you wanna do something?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

is this a trick question? "uh, yes." when he says it, his words come out as more of a wavering question than an actual statement.