Josh Dun Imagines [1]

Don't Notice - [EXPLICIT]

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Tyler, your older brother, brought you on tour with him and Josh for one reason. To get you away from the shit that was going on with you at home. You and your boyfriend had just recently broke up, and it was not going well. Constant fights, him showing up at your house late at night to try to get in, and Tyler even partially knocking him out after Tyler watched him put hands on you. Josh was being a huge help through all of it, being there for you, supporting you and even declining phone calls for you when you weren't strong enough to do it yourself.

It was a late night on the bus, about one in the morning, until Tyler decided it was time for him to head to bed. You could feel your eyes start to close slowly but you were in the middle of a conversation with Josh about his drumming during the show that night.

"Hey," He said, putting a hand on your shoulder, "You wanna go off to bed?" He asks. You look up and smile, your eyes half closed.

"No, no I'm fine." You say, putting your chin in your hand looking toward him. Your half opened eyes gazed at him as he smirked at you and shrugged.

"If you say so." And he continued the conversation. Maybe it was just exhaustion, but you never got to look at Josh this way. Tyler was always around, and since that was his best friend, you always thought of Josh in a brotherly way. You watched as his lips moved slow, the tiredness showing in himself, too. He ran a hand through his curls and you took a breath in. His tongue rolled through his lips, his teeth biting the bottom one after. You let out the breath when he shrugged again and looked over to you.

"What do you think?" He asked. You snap out of it, and blink a few times.

"What do I think?" You repeat. Josh laughs, then gets serious.

"I asked you if you wanted to go to sleep with me." He said seriously, and you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"S-sleep? With you?" You said quietly. Josh's eyes widened.

"No!" He giggled, "Like, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep and didn't wanna leave you out here by yourself." You felt your face turn beat red as you glanced away and smiled, clearly embarrassed. You tell Josh that you were going to be a few minutes, so he went on his way. Throwing your hair into a ponytail, you groan and lean into the couch shutting your eyes.

Hands. On your thighs. Breath on your neck. Someone sitting down beside you. Opening your eyes, Josh was next to you. The lights were down and the bus was quiet. One of his hands was on your thigh, and he was close enough that you could feel his chest rising and falling.

"Josh? How long was I asleep?" You ask looking to him, confused.

"A few hours. It's five already." He whispers, his eyes scanning your face. Shifting in your seat to face him, noticing he was in nothing but a pair of sweats, you bite your lip.

"What are you doing out here?" You ask him, reaching a hand up to twist a finger in a curl.

"I saw the way you were looking at me," Josh answers, taking one of your hands, "Listen, Tyler is my best friend. I understand you're going through a lot really shitty things right now, but, is there anything I can do to take your mind off it?"

"Yes," You reply without hesitation. Josh lets out a soft sigh, grip tightening on your hand, "Josh, please." You whisper.

"First, we get rid of this," He reaches for your phone, turns it off, and tosses it away, "Then," He grabs the hem of your shirt pulling you close, "Some of this..." His voice trails off as his lips press to yours slowly. You snake your arms around the back of his neck, as one of his arms grabs your waist. He lifts you up only to lay you down on your back on the couch. His hands sneak up the front of shirt, as yours scratch lightly down his back. Your lips part for only a moment.