𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 // 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧

Chapter Fourteen - Love |•᪥•|

Evelyn had walked back on stage with an ankle brace on both her ankles, and a brace on her wrist, and she had knee pads on since during her performance of Therefore I Am, the skin of her knee had ripped and her knees were bleeding throughout the performance. Even though the girl was in pain, she still pulled through the whole performance. She was jumping, screaming, singing, and dancing, and even with the braces on, it did not seem as if she were injured. It was the last performance for the tour, and she extremely upset when she performed the last song. She was more upset that she couldn't be in good condition for them. All she wanted was to be in good physical condition, but unfortunately, she wasn't. But she was healing slowly but surely.

  Joseph kept a close eye on her, just in case she was to get hurt again. But she didn't. Thankfully. He was so proud of her. She had gone through so much lately and knowing she is still pushing through amazes him. She'd deserve nothing but love and compassion. When the concert was over and they had made it into the hotel room, he had pulled her into a rough, passionate kiss. He'd kiss down her neck whispering sweet affirmations, rubbing her delicate skin. Giving her all the love he could.

"Papa, what are you doing?" She chuckled, "Giving you love, baby," he gently sucked on her neck. "Hey, no hickies," she pushed his head. And he groaned. "Just kiss me tonight, nothing else," she laid down on the bed, and he got in between her legs and kissed her. He took off her shirt and rubbed her waist gently. He wasn't going to go any farther than this. He just wanted to comfort her and kiss her all night. Nothing more, nothing less. His relationship with Evelyn wasn't about sex. It was about building trust, encouraging one another, supporting each other, loving, and caring for each other. He didn't care for sex. He didn't care about how popular she is. He didn't care if his fans didn't like her or if her fans didn't like him, he didn't care. All he cared for was her safety, her comfort, and her love. He kissed her bruised skin. Massaging the delicate flesh. Evelyn moaned from him sucking underneath her breast.

  He took his hand and massaged her thighs, knowing she was extremely sore from jumping and dancing, while being injured. He watched as she hissed from the contact. He felt sorry for her when he saw the purple/bluish bruises forming all over her body. He took off her ankle braces, and wrist brace, along with the knee pads, and kissed the bruised, sore, and fragile skin. Massaging her inner thighs. His touch on her was like no other. His warm and gentle touch was enough to send heat waves down her body. He treated her like a newborn baby. She was his girl. He claimed her. Anything for her. Any demand from her he'd do. There's nothing in his wallet worth a thing he cannot lose. He'd spend it all. Every fucking penny on her. He loved her so much that he felt like he had to ask permission to breathe.
He had never felt this way for anyone. His love for her was so strong and never-ending. Evelyn was his girl and no one else's.

Joseph continued massaging her aching body before she grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. "Stop giving me princess treatment before I end up having your babies," she whispered, he chuckled, "And what if that's what I want," he teased, "Unfortunately, I have a really busy schedule," she replied, "Hmm," he hummed. "I wanna do bad things to you," she says, "It's quite the opposite, you don't want to do bad things to me," he teased, "You want me to fuck you so hard that the only word you can say is my name," he said. Joseph knew Evelyn had a thing for dirty talk, she also had a breeding kink, and he recently discovered she had a thing for rough sex, after accidentally finding an unreleased song she created. When they did have intercourse, he examined her body language and her facial expressions and even studied what she likes and what she doesn't.

Obviously, Evelyn wanted to go farther now and get more intimate with him, but Joseph was well aware of her being physically not ok, and he wanted to make sure she was better before he did so. Because he didn't want to hurt his poor girl even more. He didn't mind going down on her. That he would most definitely do. Just for her pleasure, her pleasure was more important than his. When they did get extremely intimate, the aftercare was extremely important to Joseph. He would always make sure to get her cleaned up, help her use the restroom afterward, get her dressed, and do every little thing he could do.

His love language is physical touch. That's it. Pure physical touch. Something about it always comforted him. He always had his arm wrapped around her. Or he was holding her hand all the time. Kissing her cheek, her neck, her lips, and he always had the chain she gave him on. He'd never take it off. His love for his girlfriend was like no other. Evelyn was his woman.

Recently, he's noticed that she's been focusing so much on him, in her interviews, she'd explain how he was the love of her life, and she'd explain how he was the best person she's ever met, little things like that. During these last few shows she was constantly talking about him to the audience, constantly mouthing "I love you," and she also loved doing their little dance. So did he, but it's very obvious why. Anyway. He loved her for who she was And nothing could ever change that. He couldn't stress it enough.