That Should Be Me - Joseph Quinn x Reader

Part Two

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Joe hovered behind you, pressing his fingers to your hips, gently caressing a part of your skin that each of his fingers held softly.

"More than anything." You whispered, slowly moving your head round to meet Joe's in a sensationally passionate kiss. Your lips fit perfectly together, the sounds of smacking in unison as your mouths moved as one. His hands elevated up towards your breasts, grazing the palms over your nipples as he massaged them lightly, making sure you felt each ounce of touch in a different way, the only thing you could feel was the electricity and pure adrenaline running throughout your body.

You were about to sleep with your best friend. And for what? You'd just had a bad few nights suffering without him.

Your neck was engulfed with saliva that let off from his tongue, it worked every sweet spot, a mark almost raising from where he sucked at you, you swerved around quickly, pushing him down onto the bed behind him, immediately coming up to sit on top of him, your hips started working at a slow rate, grinding yourself down upon his length. Joe watched you with eager eyes, drinking the entirety of you in, his focus wasn't set on anything less and it was beautiful.

"You're so wet for me princess." Joe moaned, quickly latching his hands back to your hips to guide you along, slowing you down whenever you fastened just so he wouldn't cum too soon.

"It's all for you." You tilted your head back, your hair tossing back and fourth as his force pushed you to grind harder.

"Leave him."

"I-I can't." You bit your lip. It hurt that you had to deny him after all you wanted Joe so badly, but you couldn't quite get over the devastation and ridicule you would face if you were to call the wedding off.

"Please, I- I love you." You could've mistook the whimpers for begging, the way he stuttered those three words could have caused your heart to burst into flame more than it already had.

Joe sat up, gripping onto your back, panting as his breath hit your neck once more, thrusting his hips up to push himself between your slit.

"Wake up." Joe said abruptly.

"Wait, what?" You threw yourself back, startled and brows furrowed.

Your eyes opened immediately the sound of your fiancé next to you, his hand patting at your shoulder rapidly.

"Wake up!" Oh. It was all a dream.

"Are you ok, you were breathing so weirdly." You looked over through the glimpse of light shining onto him, smiling weakly, you nodded and turned over to face away from him.

"Just having one of those nights I guess." Your fiancé moved his arm around you in some what of an attempt to comfort you, your face almost repulsed by the feeling but as you closed your eyes again, all you could feel was Joe. The thought calmed you instantly, but the pit of your stomach still felt the nauseating emotion of the fact that your dream was not a reality and you were still stuck in the same position.

The days just creeped on, you'd booked the venue, you'd left it to your girl friend's to plan your hen night. Something had sparked in you in the last few weeks and you were just ready to get it over and done with, your fiancé had asked if you wanted to wait to get married but you'd shook your head in sheer enthusiasm, insisting that the wedding happen as soon as possible so you could get on with your life and move onto the next chapter.

It was a sad state of affairs that you didn't have Joe there to do it by your side, even if the circumstances were still pretty raw, you needed the person you'd always entrusted with your whole heart and soul to be around, but you'd heard nothing from him. Attempts of reaching out were few and far between due to the lack and next to no response from him and deep down it hurt. He still rotated in your brain like nobodies business, but you kept quiet about it, not leaving anything to the imagination, only what your dreams allowed. If your friends asked, you knew they wouldn't pry too much into it, purely because they didn't know the truth, about the eventfulness of prom night or your heavy and quite frankly unsaid feelings for one anther. You'd just let them know he was busy, but there was only so many times you could cover for him without his knowledge, especially when there'd be talks of why he wasn't around come the actual day.