Characters;
Josh Dun
OC - Dean [not mine]
Dedication;
burnham-
Warnings;
orgasm denial
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Josh, I'm bored and lonely.
I texted, sitting in our apartment on our soft duvet.
Seconds after I send the message, he responds, he's always been good at responding to me.
Sorry baby, I'll be home soon.
I sighed aloud, nipping at my bottom lip as I calculated my next response.
I miss you.
Sent.
Everything about you.
Once again sent.
Not now, Deanie
He caught on far sooner than I had expected, yet even though I could imagine his stern words, I continued on.
Why not? I'm needy, Josh.
I pushed my self further back on our bed up until my shoulder blades hit the headboard.
Deanie, I said no.
I let out a long whine, knowing far too well that he couldn't hear her. Despite his obvious disinterest, I pushed my pants off, kicking them to the floor.
My camera was opened seconds after, lacey material plastered against my skin now sent to Josh.
Dean, please. Not now.
I giggled with a bit bottom lip, fingers tapping quickly along my keyboard as I quickly responded.
Josh, I want you. Send me something
I knew, despite my pleading, Josh wouldn't send anything.
He was on tour about an hour away, now. That didn't matter to me, I was going to tease him.
Before any other messages could be sent my phone began to vibrate with an incoming call.
Sliding my finger across the screen I answered the impending call from Josh.
"Dean," Joshs voice rang through the phone, "what did I tell you?"
His voice was hoarse, ringing through the phone and made me almost afriad.
"You told me no," I answered, rubbing myself as his voice continued on.
"I did, didn't I?" He rhetorically asked, "what did you do anyway?"
I held my breath for a slip second, praying be wasn't too mad.
"I did what you told me not to." I heard Josh confirm what I said through the phone with a small 'mhm'.
"I'll be home in half an hour, Deanie," Josh said, before the line went dead.
I sucked in a long breath and set the phone down, throwing my head back against the headboard.
Josh was mad, and he was coming home briefly from his tour - which never happened.
The only thing I could do is sit in anticipation and wait for his premature return.
Shortly after the front door slammed open, I could heard Josh's heavy footsteps pounding up the wood stairs.
He was soon in sight, his eyes searching the room frantically until, at last, they found me sitting in remotely nothing at the top of the bed.
He strutted forward, reaching me quickly, hand on either side of my body.
"Hi, baby doll." He sais lowly, taking my lips to his and kissing me slowly. "I see you think it's funny to tease me, don't you?"
I shook my head, raising my hands to caress his face.
"Sure you don't." He said, grasping the back of my knees and pulling me flush against him.
Within minutes he had worked his pants and boxers down, his hard on now beginning to push into me.
"Sh-shit," I cursed, bucking my hips into his, "Fuck Josh."
Josh sushed me, holding my hips in place with one hand as the other grasped my plentiful breast.
"Stay still, honey." Josh seethed huskily, his thrusts quick and hard.
"Josh, I'm getting close," I moaned, fisting his hair. Josh pulled almost immediately out, substituting me for his hand.
He pulled quickly, leaving me exaughsted and craving release.
"I told you no, didn't I?" Josh asked again, pumping harder, bordering release.
I nodded, breathing heavily hands traveling down.
Josh soon released, taking my hands from my body and holding them to the side of me.
His lips came in contact with mine once again before he pulled completely away and redressed.
"I have to leave, Deanie," Josh said, walking toward the door. "Be good, maybe when I get back from tour we'll have fun."
I heard the slamming of the door and the revving of an engine before I flipped in bed and shut my eyes.
Despite craving release, I fell asleep.
