Josh Dun Imagines [1]

Don't Notice - [EXPLICIT]

"You're okay?" Josh asks, looking into your eyes. You give a small smile.

"I'm fine," You say, pushing a kiss to his lips, "Now, show me how it's done." Josh grinned.

"Are you sure? I can always-"

"Josh!" You said a little loud, "Just fuck me." He raised an eyebrow and stuck his tongue out at you. You reach forward and bite it softly. He pulls back and lays a hand around your throat, softly, pressing with enough tension to keep you down.

"Stop, I'm the one making you feel good. No playing." He said seriously, his eyes dark. Josh continues to press his lips to your neck sucking softly on your skin. Arching your back, you beg him to stop teasing you and to just do it already. Josh grabs a hold of your hips and pins them down, biting hard to your skin telling you to stop. You let out a soft whimper.

"I told you to stop." He growled, unbuttoning your jeans. Pushing a hand into your jeans, Josh circles his fingers over on top of your core and smiles watching you writhe under his touch. "Somebody's ready." He says in your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat as he pushed two fingers into you. You grabbed hold of his face, making him focus on you.

"Josh, please." You beg. He furrows his brows, and shuts his eyes.

"Say it again." He asks you. You repeat yourself and he groans. He jumps up, eyes all over you, and pulls his sweats off him. You watch in shock, not knowing what to expect from him. He rips your shirt over your head, lips attaching to one of your breasts, tongue circling over it. His lips continued down your body, meeting your center. He dipped his head down, tongue moving softly at first, then speeding up as you moan and grab fistfuls of his hair. You were so close to coming, until he stopped and took the rest of your jeans off. Meeting your face once more, he pressed his lips to yours. You felt his tip line up with your entrance and you let out a heavy breath.

"Josh..." You trail off, closing your eyes.

"What, baby?" He says, unable to take his eyes off of you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you grin devilishly.

"Fuck me good." You demand. He nearly lost it, and pushed into you without a warning. His thrusts were long and slow, his hands gripped to your thighs holding them higher and higher the deeper he pushed into you. You looked up, Josh's lips were parted and his eyes were stuck on where your bodies met. Thrusts became faster, your hips were moving to meet him, and his body was falling over top of yours. You grabbed one of his hands and put it over top your mouth, afraid you were being too loud. Josh leaned in close to your ear noticing how close you were and whispered nothing but dirty things to you.

You came and you came hard, Josh following close behind you. He sat back, pulling a blanket over him. His head hit the wall and he sighed. You tried to sit up, but your body was shaking.

"Josh," You whisper, motioning him to come closer. He scooted over, and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Yes, baby." He says. You smile and sigh.

"Thank you." Josh laughs, looking at you.

"You're thanking me?" He asks. You sit up all the way, and hop onto his lap kissing him hard.

"Yes. Now we better get going before Tyler wakes up." Josh rolls his eyes, and leans forward to bite your lip gently.

"I have an interview today, well, Tyler and I do." He pushes you off of his lap, and stands up giving you the blanket to cover up with. He pulls his sweats on and gives you one last kiss. "Same place after the show tonight, baby?" He whispers in your ear. You nearly melt, but nod quickly.

Josh went on his way and you watched him wander all the way to the back of the bus to get into the shower. Slamming your head against the wall, you groan, knowing you just started something that you weren't going to be able to finish. Alone, at least. Reaching over for your phone to turn it back on, six missed calls from your ex-boyfriend popped up. Without Josh there to even help you turn this down, you call back. A screaming voice greeted you on the other line. Before anything could have even come out of your mouth, you hung up and felt a tear fall from your eye.

"Josh!" You called out, not worried about waking Tyler. The bathroom door opened, and Josh peeked his head out.

"What's wrong?" He asks, hurrying over. You hand him your phone. He curses under his breath and wraps an arm around your shoulder kissing your head. "You're going to be okay. You've got me, you've got Tyler."

"And if Tyler finds out what just happened with us?" You start, looking up at him.

"He won't. As long as you don't want him to know, he won't," Josh says, "I promise you."