Discretion | Josh Dun

31| Gradual

This is my first and only smut warning, I already warned you of the contents in the beginning.

You're welcome.

☼ Josh

"Do you need some help in there?" I asked my girlfriend who had been locked in the shower for over an hour, "You've been in the bathroom for years now."

"I think I'm good, Josh." Phoebe replied sarcastically, "Thanks for the offer."

I bury my face into the pillow that had under my head, lifting up the ends and pressing them against my ears, "Well then hurry, I can't sleep when your causing all that noise." My voice was muffled by the cushion.

The running water stops only moments after signaling she had gotten out of the shower, "I don't even know why you're going to sleep this early, It's only one in the morning." Her voice echoed around the bathroom walls.

I yawn and sit up on the mattress, "Not all of us napped the day away." I remind her.

"Okay whatever, grandpa." She retorted sassily.

"I'm tired and I should be able to go to sleep along with my beautiful girlfriend. Why is that so hard?" I asked rhetorically.

The bathroom door creaks open, revealing an astounding yet unexpected view: It was the same girl from before, except she was now wearing little to no clothing. Her long brown hair was weighed down, lightly dripping with water. Her underwear were a deep purple pair of boy short, paired along with a jet black bra. She glistened in the low light; taking my breath away every time she took a step in my direction.

I laughed nervously as the brunette kept on walking over to where I was sitting, "What are you doing, Phoebe?"

"I told you I didn't want to sleep." The girl reminds me. Lifting the comforter from my lap and positioning herself over my lap; straddling me.

Anxiously, "Uh, Phoebe-" I start, but am immediately shushed due to the stunning feeling of her cool skin against mine. Devilishly, she conveniently sits over the tent in my pants that was beginning to grow under her. "C'mon, you don't actually want to-"

Phoebe grinds down over me, and shuts me up with a passionate kiss to my lips. Her hands immediately reach for my cheeks as mine do for the small of her back. This encourages her, giving the girl enough confidence to deepen the kiss without warning. Her tongue slips past mine in teasing strokes of lust.

Her soft lips pull away from mine far too early, leaving me breathless and hungry for more, "All I want right now is you, Josh." She whispered seductively next to my ear.

Before I can say anything else, Phoebe encloses my mouth with hers. With skillful hands she takes of the white t-shirt I was wearing and throws it to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.

"Admit it, Josh." She mumbled lowly as pressed herself down deliciously slow against my crotch, "You don't even want to sleep either."

"Wha-what," I struggled to get the question out of my throat due to the distracting kisses Phoebe was placing over the entirety of my neck and shoulders. "What mm-makes you say t-that?"

"For starters," She traced her hands over my chest, mindful of all my bruises from the night previous. She outlines the front of my stomach until her hand reaches south, holding my bulge in her small hands over the boxers. "I think you'd be lying if you were to say you didn't want to have sex with me right now."