What Happened Afterwards? | Josh Dun

c/nine. megalomania

meg·a·lo·ma·ni·a
ˌmeɡələˈmānēə/
noun
obsession with the exercise of power, especially in the domination of others.

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In the moment Josh walked through my door, I knew I was probably gonna fuck it all up. Or not. Who knows.

"Knock, knock!" Josh yells through the door.

I blush, and also knowing exactly why I am. "Let yourself in!" I yelled back.

I was at my kitchen, sorting out my pans in the bottom cabinet, bending down.

"Hey, Kay..." I hear Josh's voice from above my countertop. "What the heck are you wearing?" He laughs.

I blush at his question. I didn't think he'd notice I don't usually wear these things. Black booty shorts, my pink flip flops and a light blue crop-top, that allowed my bellybutton piercing to shine through.

I try to think of an excuse that makes it seems like I didn't dress like this on purpose. "I um- I haven't done my laundry in a while, so I ran out of my everyday clothes." I say, while standing up.

Josh shakes his head, a smile showing. "If you needed help with laundry, you could've asked."

The self-control I had to not roll my eyes at Josh was amazing.

"Besides," he continues, "You're tomato-red. And you also never forget your house duties." He raises an eyebrow.

How does he know that?

"What are you implying?" I stand facing Josh, arms crossed.

He slightly smirks. "Nothing." He shrugs. "So, what plans do you have in mind for me tonight? I mean, after all, you invited me here."

I take a deep breath. "What the fuck are you implying, Josh?" I press my lips together, asking him the question yet again, but in a stronger tone.

His eyes widen. "Gosh, Kayla. I told you, nothing. I'm just asking if we're gonna watch TV, or something..." He scratches his neck.

For some reason, I really wanted to cry. I think it was either out of pure embarrassment, or the way I talked to Josh.

I sigh. "I'm really sorry, I just-, I don't know what's going on." I pause, rubbing my scalp with one hand. "Let's go sit down on the couch and watch some stupid TV show, yeah?" I lightly shove Josh, and he smiles.

We walk to the couch and sit down next to eachother. Josh looks at me before saying: "I forgive you, but someday you'll have to tell me your story."

It's my turn to raise an eyebrow. "My story? What about yours?"

He laughs. "Kay, my story is literally everywhere. Besides, don't act like you and your booty shorts don't know it already." He smirks.

Josh acknowledging the fact that I was wearing booty shorts – or even acknowledging anything related to my appearance – was enough to tick me off and get me all excited. "Shit, Josh." I run my hand through my hair.

I haven't had sex in ten months. Give me a fucking break.

"Huh?" Josh furrows his brows.

I'm sick of being patient. Fuck. It.

"Josh, with all due respect, uh... What the hell am I supposed to do for you to fuck me?" I desperately ask.

I swear Josh's eyes went as wide as the moon, and he stuttered for a couple seconds.

"I'm so sorry, Josh. I just haven't had sex in ten months and- and I don't want you to think that I'm like, a slut or anything... I'm just... really sorry." I sigh, placing my hands in my hand.

"Um..." Josh stops talking and lets out what I believe is an awkward cough. "I just don't... I don't 'fuck' girls." He scratches the back of his neck.

I face palm. "Don't tell me you're the kind that makes love..."

He slightly smiles. "I am, just with a little of megalomania..." He slightly blushes after his choice of words.

I also blush as well. I never perceived Josh as dominant, and knowing that he is sort of turns me on.

Well, since there's no way I can screw this up even more...

*some sexy stuff ahead ;)*

I get up and sit on Josh's lap, making him stare at me and nervously ask me what I was doing.

I unconsciously bite my lip before asking him: "Can't you make an exception?" I run my fingers through his yellow hair, noticing a slight change in his movements. I was getting him startled.

"I told you, I-, I only make love." He nervously breathes.

I'm discrete as to how I kiss his neck before asking him: "What if you... Make like?" I laugh at my stupidity, yet it doesn't kill my mood.

Josh nervously laughs. "Kay..."

I continue kissing his neck, grinding myself against him. He lets out a breathy moan.

Josh stares at me, and I do as well, before kissing him.

And he actually kissed me back.

His lips were so soft. So fucking soft. Kissing Josh felt like I was in cloud 9. I had never felt such soft lips before, and the way that they wrapped around my lips felt even better.

However, his words surprised me more than the feeling of his lips.

"Fuck getting to know you better." He smiled at me.

"What does that mean?" I smiled back at him.

"I think I can "make like" to you."

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should i actually write the smut

- Vi