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[klaus-littlestwolf]

Aemond Targaryen Playlist

This is a mixture of young and older Aemond

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid- Pierce the Veil

Brand New Numb- Motionless in White

Burn- 2WEI

For the Dancing and the Dreaming- Erutan

Dragon- Built by Titan

To The Sky- Owl City

Castle- Halsey

I See Fire- Ed Sheeran

Where No One Goes- John Powell

Rise- Katy Perry

Love the Way You Hate Me- Like a Storm

Soft- Motionless in White

Kill or be Killed- New Years Day

Killer in the Mirror- Set it Off

Animal I Have Become- Three Days Grace

Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Lorde

Run Boy Run- Woodkid

King for a Day- Pierce the Veil

Natural- Imagine Dragons

Surface Pressure- Jessica Darrow

The Devil Within- Digital Daggers

Can You Hear Me Now- The Score

Born for This- The Score

Burn it Down- Skillet

Paint It Black- Ciara

Fight Like This- Decyfer Down

Blood//Water- grandson

The Middle- Jimmy Eat World

Young God- Halsey

Echo- Jason Walker

Bad Mother Fucker- MGK

Hold Me Down- Halsey

Who’s Laughing Now- Jessie J

Been to Hell- Hollywood Undead

Broken- lovelytheband

Whatever it Takes- Imagine Dragons

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

Demons- Imagine Dragons

Train Wreck- James Arthur

Warriors- Imagine Dragons

Cold Hard Bitch- Jet

Soldier, Poet, King- The Oh Hellos

Monster- Imagine Dragons

Seven Nation Army- The White Stripes

I’m So Sorry- Imagine Dragons

Outside Looking In- Jordan Pruitt

Start A Fire- Ryan Star

Lonely- Justin Bieber

MONSTERS- Shinedown

Monsters- Katy Sky

Cult Leader- KiNG MALA

Carry on my Wayward Son- Neoni

Leave Out All the Rest- LINKIN PARK

Black Betty- Spiderbait

Brother- Madds Buckley

Silence- Marshmello

Live Like a Warrior- Matisyahu

Wearing Me Out- Shinedown

Little Lion Man- Mumford & Sons

Family Portrait- P!nk

I’m No Good- New Years Day

Feel Invincible- Skillet

Red Right Hand- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

Burn it to the Ground- Nickelback

Try- P!nk

Horrible Kids- Set it Off

Just Give Me a Reason- P!nk

Shapeshifting- Taylor Acorn

Human- Rag & Bone Man

The Good the Bad and the Dirty- P!@tD

Play with Fire- Sam Tinnesz

Dead and Gone- State Champs

Walk Through the Fire- Zayde Wolf

Could Have Been Me- The Struts

Run Boy Run- Woodkid

[mirimiramiri]

🎶 Shuffle Tag! 🎶

Hola de Barcelona!

I think this is the third time I have been tagged to reveal my music… but I will do it a bit differently.

What is music? Emotions, memories, fantasies or simply the urge to get low and shake it like a polaroid picture. Therefore I will post the ten songs/artists I listened the most during the last weeks and how they made me feel.

1. Karliene - Atlantis, because it lets me feel the weightlessness of diving and shudder before the deep dark beautiful mystery we call ocean

2. Every song from Blackmore’s Night, can’t believe I only discovered them now. Each songs tells a different little story about love, adventure and magic in medieval worlds full of kings, dragons, fortune tellers, knights and roses.

3. Visions of Atlantis - Master the hurricane, because with pirate metal every little thing you do (ride a bike, do dishes, work, sleep) feels epic and dangerous and brave!

4. Walk the moon - Shut up and dance, because this song always makes me smile and dance around. Looks especially funny at work.

5. Faun and Eluveitie - Gwydion, this song simply reminds me a lot of Fanelia. It starts with crystal clear mystical singing about the magic of the forests and ends in a powerful battle cry which makes me see strong heroes swinging swords ⚔️

6. Delain - Queen of Shadow, I always liked that band. It has slightly cheesy lyrics but reminds me of my Goth Phase as a teen… which never really ended 🤔 except for the massiv overuse of black eyeliner.

7. Katy Perry - E.T but the version without the stupid male rap part, who needs that anyway? A song for the romantic Science Fiction heart! And a bit dirty too! Hehe 😉

8. ASP - De profundis, a creepy masterpiece which reminds me of sirens luring sailors into their watery grave or even more sinister dark things.

9. Every song from Beast in Black, because I can go jogging to their beat and it feels like a fun, colourful and heroic battle in the One Piece universe! Go Luffy!

10. Battle Beast - Eden, idk it’s just such a feel good power metal song which makes me imagine flying on wings I created myself ☺️

Not included are Nightwish, In Flames, Metallica, the Carmina Burana, Heaven shall burn, Two steps from hell, Volbeat and the Escaflowne OST.

Songs and artists I am too ashamed to list here, but found their way into my playlist: BTS (blush), Justin Bieber (blushes even more), Dua Lipa, (bright pink blush), Britney Spears (dark red blush), Daddy Yankee and Rihanna (gets a slap from her 15-years old self though space and time for being untrue to metal and bringing shame to her name 🤪)… oh no why did I write that, so uncool… 😬 you made me do it @eireanness @silphine and @ruinsoftime

[jaylaxies]

OKAY HERE WE GO:

“Depends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?” He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend. 

yn getting some good dick,, we love to see it yes and omg jay as my bestie? love him so much. oh wait the guy ghosted? nah fuck him 😔👎🏼

You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you. 

Jake: i’m not lying!!1

stop he’s so cute im crying

You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you. 

NAH NOT DYNAMITE??? goodbye i laughed so hard please i imagined jake singing while fucking out,, like out of nowhere 😭

Okay so, here’s the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, he’s wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts he’s sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesn’t have women waiting in line to have at him. 

WORKOUT SELFIES HELLO yes oh god,, yep one selfie and im gonna be begging him to fuck me 🫡

He’s doing his best to get the most attractive angle. It’s not like he’s never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but like– this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic? 

he’s such a loser i absolutely adore him istg 😭 putting so much thought into nudes aw jakey 🫶🏼

“Hello?” He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. It’s not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, it’s probably Heeseung or some shit.

again, i imagined this so vividly like his voice would be so desperate like,, out of tune and maybe squeaky but damn,, i love how you’ve written jake

He panics. That means you’ll be watching him too, right? Sure he’s sent nudes, he’s received nudes. He’s sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch. 

he’s so cute hes sooo cute istg, he’s definitely going through a switch in all emotions while jerking off 😭

“You look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,” You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. “Would you want to do that for me, Jake?”

he’s smiling and his cock is twitching?? fuck,, wow what a sight istg that’s how i like my men fr

“Can you spread your pussy for me?” He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan. 

dirty talk and his accent,, kill me

Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. You’ve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.

i always think of him as someone who cums a lot and that just makes this crazier wow i love how you describe stuff, top tier writing i swear 🗣️

“Whenever you are.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand. 

HES SO CUTE i love losers

Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, he’d show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but he’s got a car. 

i bet he’s kicking his feet rn ohmygod why am i smiling reading this he’s so cute

“Oh, she’s real.”

BYEE HES SO 😭

Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?

im literally laughing so hard this is so fucking cute

You laugh again at Jake’s string of defensive texts before responding with a short “it’s okay, i like losers”, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that he’s gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night. 

yn is me literally 😭 jake is a cutie i can’t get enough of this

“How big?” He laughs, not actually trying to see the dude’s dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend. 

dw jay i’ll give love to your dick 🫡

“She got all cleaned up for you.” Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

bye i absolutely love jay

“I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue,” He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. “I struggled not to get hard just driving over.” He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks. 

OH HES ADORABLE,, the fact that he’s open about how he finds yn so attractive just makes it better

“Why not?” He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. “I don’t care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.”

desperate subby loser boys will always have my heart

Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go. 

his lips are made for this istg i need him so bad

“Faster, with your fingers—“ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say. 

absolutely love it when you guide a puppy and he listens to you so well ohmygod 🙂‍↕️

“Did you…?” He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.

i would go crazy seeing him like that please,, the details,, i love love love 💗

He’s in love.

i chuckled fr, i know i’ll be thinking about jake all day now

“I want to, um…” He shifts his eyes away from you. “Can I eat you out again?”

oh he’s desperate desperate and so in love

“It’s really the prettiest.” He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. “And I've watched a lot of porn.”

shut up he’s such a loser,,, user simpjaes i love how you write 🫶🏼

You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until he’s leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard. 

he literally knows what to do w his lips and everything,, he was made for me fr

“Fuck, yes.” His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. “Just do it already.” 

annoyed and desperate subs i literally literally wanna see him whine and beg for more 🗣️

He’s not going home tonight. Of course he’s not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.

so true, might as well marry him atp cause he’s literally so perfect oh wow

“Is it too forward if I say that I’d rather just delete the app and keep calling you?”

SJANHS KILL ME I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if it’s with Jake. 

i agree yes please be together please,, sex changed lives 🫡

Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseung’s reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line. 

JENDWKJ heeseung 😭 i literally am laughing thinking about how cocky jake would be about this 🫡

oh wow okay i literally loved this so much, your writings are masterpieces i kid you not 🫶🏼 it’s always so amazing to sit and read one of user simpjaes works aaa i love it 💗also also happy birthday to youu <3 have a great day love :3

EROTIC EMPATHY (s.jy)

Have you ever taken anyone’s virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep. or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out. 

minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it

WORDCOUNT― 12.7k

PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader 

CONTENT― virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex

SIDE CHARACTERS― jay as reader’s best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jake’s friend.

NOTE― if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags―big huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex,  masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again,  no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Check this shit out,” you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. “yes or no?”

Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man you’re showing to him.

“Depends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?” He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend. 

You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, it’s not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything. 

“I wouldn’t mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.” You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. “He’s cute too, so I’m gonna say yes.”

Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you. 

“You’d better warn me if you end up bringing him home, I’m not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.”

You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure you’re out of the apartment if I invite him over,” You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating app’s messages. “Maybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.”

“You’re so fucking weird.” Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because it’s not like he hasn’t been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesn’t have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.

Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesn’t. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.

Fucking quiet.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You: i’ve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app before 

Jake: ….i’m 21, it says that in my bio

You: I think you’re lying. 

Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol

You: why would i help you lie to other women

Jake: i’m not lying!!1

You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if he’s lying about his presumed virginity. 

You: ok, twenty-one-year-old “jaeyun” who is five miles away from me, you’re actually a virgin? Like for real?

Jake: yea….are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after

Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk

You: send me the playlist

Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled “NUT”] 

You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you. 

You: surely it’s not your playlist…….

You: anyway

You: you’re really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and you’re offering to cook dinner too?

Jake: yea

You: you’ve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you can’t seriously think I can believe you’ve never been laid, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything

Jake: u don’t think im ugly? :) 

Jake: and yea I’ve had a blowjob before

You: why didn’t you sleep with her then?

Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin

You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?

You’re smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, you’re curious as to why he’s a virgin, even more, curious as to why he’s on a dating app looking to lose said virginity. 

You: do you want my number? it’s embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.

Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didn’t even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, it’s juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? It’s just how he is, with or without having had sex. He can’t imagine not feeling giddy inside when he’s talking to someone that he thinks is pretty. 

Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number] 

You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile. 

You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake] 

Grandpa Jake: :| 

Grandpa Jake: im 21

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Okay so, here’s the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, he’s wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts he’s sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesn’t have women waiting in line to have at him. 

You: it’s been like four days since we started talking

Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five

You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where you’re begging to have sex for the first time ever?

Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didn’t wanna assume lol

You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, it’s totally ok that you are but like, you’re a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something

Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, you’d still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.

Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis

You: prove it

Grandpa Jake: right now???

You laugh to yourself but also like, it’s the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly. 

You: answer my question first

It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but you’re doing coursework anyway so it’s not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not. 

Grandpa Jake: um… i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be here 

Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!

He’s getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least. 

You: they won’t let you have anyone over? 

Grandpa Jake: well, that too but 

Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did

You: damn, you’re unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?

Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in

You: WHAT

You’re trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind. 

Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend

You: phew 

Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not? 

The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know he’s not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes. 

You: yeah, sure. 

You: about the micropenis though, 

Grandpa Jake: right…um

A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.

You: i mean if you can’t prove it that's ok 

Grandpa Jake:  just give me a sec damn

He’s doing his best to get the most attractive angle. It’s not like he’s never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but like– this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic? 

Of course, as he’s taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He can’t imagine you’d want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that he’s working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos he’s taken and deleted. It’s at the point that now it’s actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.

He’s entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time he’s texting you. Someone who wants to see what he’s packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and he’s quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down. 

Grandpa Jake: [image attachment] 

In all fairness, you’ve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.

You: oh, you were jerking off, got it. 

Grandpa Jake: sorry can’t help it 

Then he doesn’t text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe you’d be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because you’re about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books. 

You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely don’t have a micropenis

You’re still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. He’s probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how he’d act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.

Shrugging, knowing full well what he’s doing right now that’s causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. You’re a little bit nervous, mostly because you’ve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when he’s getting off. You’re shocked that he actually answers. 

“Hello?” He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. It’s not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, it’s probably Heeseung or some shit.

“Don’t hello me,” You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. “You’re just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?” 

The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that it’s you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text. 

God, this alone is enough for him right now. 

“Were you at least thinking of me?”

He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides. 

“Were you looking at my pictures?”

He nods his head, forgetting that you’re not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. It’s a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos he’s been jerking off to. It’s a bit overwhelming, actually.

“Do you want better ones?” You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more. 

“Oh god, really?” He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. “Like, nudes?”

“Mhm, yeah. If you want.” You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. “Or, you know what would be better?”

“Letting me come over and actually do it?” That’s what he wants to say to you, but he doesn’t, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“What?” He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, he’s a bit shy about it. 

“I can facetime you.” 

He panics. That means you’ll be watching him too, right? Sure he’s sent nudes, he’s received nudes. He’s sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch. 

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” You backtrack at his silence, but you’re cut off almost immediately. 

“No! no, we can facetime–”

Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if it’ll work this way or not. It’s not like he’s expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks you’re gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. You’re kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.

You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then you’re needing to catch your breath at the image of him.

Oh fuck.

There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you don’t mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that he’s a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isn’t holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. It’s an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and it’s insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what he’s doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.

“Let me see,” you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. “Prop your phone up somewhere like I did.”

He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.

“Feeling shy?” You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. “You act like I’m not going to be touching you at some point soon.”

You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at. 

“You look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,” You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. “Would you want to do that for me, Jake?”

“Oh god,” He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. “This is going to be so embarrassing.” He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs. 

In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. There’s no way you can’t, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?

“Embarrassing, why?” You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. “Can you not see that I’m just as turned on right now?”

He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it. 

“Well,” He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit you’re about to say. “You don’t even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.”

You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like he’s doing for you. 

“Better?”

Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day. 

“Can you–” He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.

“Can I do what?  Go on,” You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”

Baby. You called him baby. Not that he’s into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe it’s because he wants you to take him for all he’s worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when you’re watching him get off. 

“Can you spread your pussy for me?” He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan. 

His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.

His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him. 

“Is this what you want?” You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. “You want to fuck this?” You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.

“Oh,” he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves he’s most definitely never fucked a woman before. “Fuck.”

You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. You’re aware he doesn’t see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself. 

“You gonna act like this when I’m riding you?” You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard he’s fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isn’t enough at this point. 

“God. You’re gonna ride me?” He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it. 

“Mhm,” you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. “Would you want that?”

Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. You’ve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.

You’re not even upset that he didn’t make it into the knitty gritty, considering he’s a virgin and all and you’re literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. You’re actually flattered. 

His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting he’s even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful. 

“S-shit, sorry,” He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but he’s embarrassed now. “I uh, didn’t mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.”

“It’s okay,” You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all you’re gonna get tonight. “It was cute.”

After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.

“Are you, um, done?” Jake says, disappointed.

“Mm, no.” You smile. “But it’s okay, I’d rather make you come first anyway.”

His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off. 

“You still wanna see me after this?”

You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.

“When are you free?” You ask, wondering if he’s ever going to clean himself up. 

“Whenever you are.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand. 

“I’ll text you later then,” You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. “After I take care of my little problem though.”

You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?

You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pm….on a thursday???

Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours

You: or you could just come here? 

Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol

You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if you’re weird

Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and it’s not like he’s an actual creep or anything. You’d be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway. 

You: what about tomorrow, 8pm? 

Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, he’d show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but he’s got a car. 

Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :) 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Tomorrow, you’ll be a man.” Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke. 

“Why do you have to say it that way?” Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. “I didn’t think anyone was actually gonna come through, she’s the first one.”

“What makes you think she’s actually gonna send you her address?” Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. “She’s probably not even a real person, you’re gonna end up at some old guy’s house.”

Jake laughs, or snorts really. 

“Oh, she’s real.”

Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest. 

“Hm? Have you already met her?”

“Kind of. We like, um,” Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. “We facetimed a few hours ago.”

Silence.

“She got naked.”

“Oh ho ho!” Heeseung encourages him. “So you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?” 

“That’s what I said–wait,” Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re kind of a loser, we’ve been over this.” Heeseung laughs yet again. “Call me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.”

Then he hangs up. 

Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?

You: yeah kinda

You’re laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.

“That him texting?” Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him. 

You laugh again at Jake’s string of defensive texts before responding with a short “it’s okay, i like losers”, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that he’s gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night. 

“So,” You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. “You’re gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.”

“Jesus, I’m scared for him.”

“You should be scared for me. Because, well…” You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. “He’s huge and–”

“I did not need to know that.” Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet. 

“You act like you don’t ask every time I fuck someone.” You roll your eyes at him, smiling. “Weirdo.”

Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone. 

“How big?” He laughs, not actually trying to see the dude’s dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend. 

“Stop prying, you’ll get jealous.”

He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms. 

“I’ll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.”

“I’m sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.” 

He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch. 

“Keep it in your room, please. I don’t want to sit on any cum when I get home.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It’s Thursday. It’s approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and you’re well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by. 

So many “are you sures,” so many “you can tell me to leave if you decide you don’t want tos,” and even more “i can’t wait to see yous.”

“Jay, aren’t you supposed to be leaving?” You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. 

You’ve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.

“Hm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.”

You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.

“I swear to god if you scare him off, I’m kicking you out.”

Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that you’ve really tried to look good today. 

“I think you might kill him, if I’m being honest.” Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you. 

“Thanks, that’s the plan.”

And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty. 

Grandpa Jake: i’m a little early, is that ok? 

“Oh shit, he’s here.” You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so it’s easily overlooked by Jay. 

He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet. 

“Let him in then, I’ll leave when he gets here.”

You give him a knowing look before nodding. 

You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.

Within minutes, there’s a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately it’s a bit more awkward than he expected it to be. 

Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment. 

“Oh, I think I got the wrong place, sorry–” 

“Nope, you’re in the right place.” Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. “You can come in.”

Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside. 

“She got all cleaned up for you.” Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Jake still hasn’t really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable. 

“Don’t mind him, that’s my roommate.” You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. He’s kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen. 

“Have you and him ever like…” Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird. 

“Jay?! Oh, god no.” You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. “You’re allowed to look up by the way. You’ve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.”

Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but you’re locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.

When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, he’s happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him. 

Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like you’re his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that he’s in front of you that it’s a bit intimidating. 

He’s not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex. 

Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, it’s not. Because you’re seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say there’s an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times he’s made you laugh in the short period of time you’ve known him along with how many times he’s willingly embarrassed himself

And now for the first time, he’s right there and all you want to do is…give him exactly what he wants.

“Okay, listen,” You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that you’re not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, he’d probably prefer it that way. “If I move too fast, just tell me to stop.”

Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that you’re absolutely everything he thought you would be and more. 

“I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue,” He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. “I struggled not to get hard just driving over.” He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks. 

You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you’re kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. You’re pretending that his apparent inexperience isn’t getting to you, but you’re not really fooling anyone. “Let’s get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.”

Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe he’s drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, it’s dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.

He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. He’s seen what’s between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you. 

Now he’s here, and you’re right there. 

It’s hard not to crowd up, it’s hard not to cling to you, it’s hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing it– of course he’s staring. Of course he’s crowding closer, almost to the point that he’s up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.

You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows he’s not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing too. You’re glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until he’s against the counter and kissing you back. 

He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. He’s excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him. 

For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that he’s probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly. 

His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now. 

If you’re going to sleep with him though, he’s gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jay’s sake. 

“Hey,” you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isn’t having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. “We should go to my room, your first time isn’t about to be in my kitchen.”

“Why not?” He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. “I don’t care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.”

Still, his lips don’t leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, he’s immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.

You barely get the door closed before he’s pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone. 

You’re kind of in love with the fact that he doesn’t seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else he’ll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine he’d be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.

Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and you’re instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera. 

“You’re really going to let me?” He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him. 

At this moment, you’re all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.

“To think I wouldn’t want to do this is insane,” You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. “Look how wet I am.” You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. “Do you wanna try eating me out?”

He doesn’t even nod. He’s immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you. 

It looks like he’s been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before you’re able to process words again. 

“Can’t believe how good you look down there,” You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. “Have you ever done this before?”

He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation. 

“Go on then.” You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.

You watch him and the way he doesn’t seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, he’s adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because he’s in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts. 

He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here. 

He’s quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place. 

It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that it’s almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what he’s doing to you.

Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go. 

“Fuck, knew you’d be good at this,” You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. “Keep licking there, and use your fingers too.” 

He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen. 

You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. You’re tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you. 

“Just like that,” You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you. 

It almost seems like he’s asking if he’s doing well, and goddamn is he. He’s doing amazing.

“So good,” You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper. 

He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenches— he’s swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesn’t think he ever wants this to end.

All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldn’t they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. He’s in love, he’s in love.

He doesn’t stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, you’re not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clit— his moan sending a vibration straight through you.

“Faster, with your fingers—“ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say. 

There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm you’re not even sure he knows you’re having right now.

Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming. 

Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone. 

You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt. 

He doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.

“Did you…?” He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.

You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs. 

“I did,” You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. You’re reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. “And now, I'm gonna do the same for you.”

He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.

“Unless, you don’t want that?” You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.

“N-No!  It’s not that!” He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. “It’s just that– like, what if I don’t last very long? I’m kind of sensitive.”

His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You lean forward, kissing him again. “You just gave me some of the best head in my life.”

The light in his eyes returns and instantly he’s flashing a nervous smile at you. 

“Jake, I’ve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.” You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. “If you don’t get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.” 

Well, he can’t have that now, can he? 

He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing you’ve seen him jerk off before. It’s the fact that like, what if it’s suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you don’t like?

Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. You’re the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure. 

You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base. 

He thinks he’s going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You don’t even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until you’re taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes. 

It’s not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, he’s fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? You’ll be damned not to choke on it. You’d rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop. 

He’s actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didn’t even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. You’re down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it. 

He’s in love.

He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears he’s ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and god– your other hand, massaging his balls. 

“Wait, wait wait–” Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look. 

“Were my teeth hurting you?” You ask, gasping a bit for air.

“No!” He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. “I was just getting really close.”

“Hm?” You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until he’s releasing into your mouth. 

You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again. 

His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and he’s honestly in heaven once again. 

“Ah–wait–fuck.” He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.

Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until he’s dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through it– how?

“How–” he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. “How did you do that?”

You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face. 

“I don’t normally do that for guys.” You say with a rasp in your voice. “I certainly don’t just swallow for anyone.”

He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if you’re done though, because by now you’ve both gotten off and usually that’s the end goal, right?

But he hasn’t lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows you’re not done with him. 

“We need to let you rest until you can get hard again,” You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. “What’s something you wanna do to get you back into the game?”

He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that you’re his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and that’s a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view. 

You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well. 

“I– I don’t even know at this point.” He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.

“I’ll just love on you while you think, then.”

He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.

He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said you’d love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about what’s going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.

He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.

“Already?” 

He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs. 

“I want to, um…” He shifts his eyes away from you. “Can I eat you out again?”

That’s new. Twice in one session?

“Oh yeah? Did that get you going?”

You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up. 

You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?

“Whenever you’re ready.” You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this. 

You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing he’s going to do it again. 

His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time. 

“It’s really the prettiest.” He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. “And I've watched a lot of porn.”

You’d tell him to shut up, but you’re not gonna because it’s cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, he’s treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now. 

“Yeah? You just gonna stare at it?” You try to urge him, and it works.

Because of course it works. 

You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you don’t want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, he’s just as eager now as he was the first time…if not more. 

He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? He’s licking you deeper than you’ve ever been licked before. It’s a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now. 

You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that it’s becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that he’s doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense. 

After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and it’s dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle. 

He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn he’s watched for years. You’re dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.

And yeah, he can’t reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and you’re floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you. 

The sound of your pussy amplifies when it’s against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already he’s hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this? 

He’s so focused on you.

Which for you, is a bit of an issue because he’s really not going to let you hold it in, he’s going to have you fucking unravelling again and it’s too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself. 

He’s hard again, and god knows how long he’s been doing that. 

You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him. 

“You were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?”

He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair. 

“I like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make you–”

“You absolutely could have but I’m going to be honest,” You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. “If you’re ready, I’d like to live up to my promise.”

His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but you’re really–

“Really?” He asks, knowing full well the answer.. 

“Lay back, get comfortable,” You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. “You still want me to ride you, yeah?”

He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready he’s managed to get himself for this. 

Not that you want to rush, but you’re so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any you’ve taken before, and to be fair, you don’t even care if you’re the desperate one at this point. You’ve almost forgotten he’s a virgin.

“Wait,” He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. “Oh, fuck, wait- no,” He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. ”Do that again.” 

You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until he’s leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard. 

You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that you’re not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he can’t help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this. 

You rub yourself against him until it’s even more unbearable than before. By now, you’ve completely soaked his length and he’s completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.

“Ready?” You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds. 

He groans out a “please” before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quickly– he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now. 

“Hold on, there’s a condom in the pocket of my jeans–”

“Okay, and?” You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.” 

He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time? 

“Unless you’re lying, and you’re not really a virgin?”

He’s quick to silence your doubt. He’s 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm and– malfunction. He’s blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him. 

“Please?” He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that he’s sure it’s hurting you. 

You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place. 

“You sure you want it too?” You ask, only now realizing that you’re genuinely about to take a man’s virginity, and it’s only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, it’s not right to just do it without making him really think about it. 

“Fuck, yes.” His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. “Just do it already.” 

You can’t help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you don’t think you’ll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation. 

He can’t get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He can’t help it when he moans, he doesn’t care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob. 

By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like he’s the one who needs to adjust. Of course, you’re needing this moment to adjust too but god– just watching him makes you that much more wet and it’s insane how into him you are right now. As if you haven’t been since you started talking to him.

“Feels good?” You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you. 

He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, he’s no longer a virgin now. It’s fucking happening, and you’re hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good. 

Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling. 

You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again. 

His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself back– seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling. 

You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside. 

“You’re really cute, you know that?” You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.

That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it. 

You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.

You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as he’d like, and god. It’s hard. It’s deep, and it’s so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell he’s purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you. 

He’s actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but that’s not the case at all. You actually can’t stop moaning, it’s just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound. 

For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already he’s lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and you’re so fucking impressed by it. 

You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good he’s doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.

“I don’t know how the fuck you’re doing this to me,” You laugh out of pity for yourself, “I really thought I could last longer than this.”

He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. There’s one issue. He’s about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you. 

You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that he’d lose his arousal entirely. 

You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but what’s happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, you’ll let yourself go too. He doesn’t seem to be picking up the hints. 

“Are you close?” You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. “Let it go, do it with me–”

Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable. 

“Oh, god. I’m–” You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.

He’s so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you. 

It’s entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense. 

Little does he know… it’s not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good. 

By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity. 

He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

He’s not going home tonight. Of course he’s not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.

In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (He’s being dramatic.)

All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, he’d rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake. 

But like, you’re kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and that’s a block he didn’t think would be an issue until it became one.

You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless you’re lying just to make him feel better. There’s no way you didn’t feel the intensity of that though. There’s no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.

There’s no way you would let him sleep over if you didn’t feel the same way he does right now.

And by the time you’re back, handing him a plate of food, he can’t help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.

The thing is, that’s one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think you’d be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird. 

This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least. 

“So,” You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. “I guess you should change your bio in the app now.”

He looks at you, and then at his food.

“Yeah, I guess I should…” 

“I’ll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what you’re doing with a woman and all.”

It’s silent for a minute.

“Is it too forward if I say that I’d rather just delete the app and keep calling you?”

Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. You’re not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, you’re not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, you’re going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when he’s not being adorable he’s just being fucking hot.

Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if it’s with Jake. 

You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because you’re not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes. 

Strangely enough, he doesn’t even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowing– you think…oh no. Why are you looking at him like this?

“Hey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.”

Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out. 

“I should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.”

You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, you’d rather listen to Jake’s friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents. 

“Hey Jay, don’t come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.” You say quickly before hanging up. 

Instantly you’re setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone. 

“Put him on speaker.”

Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseung’s reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[biebsimagine]

hi!

not sure if anyone cares lol, but a fanfic that i first wrote in 2015 is being edited and reposted on wattpad! i need some writing practice alongside uni and thought this would be the perfect way to do it <3

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Spy mission || Part 2

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Justin made it back safely. However, he wanted to know the truth and you were afraid to tell him everything.

" I swear I was going to tell you..." You say quietly as you fiddled with the rocks near you.

He doesn't look at you. "I could have killed you..." He says clenching his jaw. You knew he was angry.

"But you didn't...."

"Y/N, how did you even find me?" He says finally looking at you. You look at him before looking at the distance. You had to tell him the truth, he's going to find out sooner or later. You take a deep breath before looking at him once again.

"Do you remember the day you dropped your things?" You say as Justin nods slowly waiting patiently for you to continue.

"I didn't know it was you at first until I saw your ID, and you turned out to be the guy my boss sent to find."

"So were you just going to use me? Then leave me? Or terminate me?" He says almost in disgust.

"At first." You admit, feeling ultimately guilty. Justin shake his head chuckling sarcastically.

"I can't fucking believe you"

You look at him annoyed. "I said at first. It was my mission. You were going to kill me the exact same damn way so don't act like I'm some sort of monster." You had a point and he couldn't argue with that.

"I fell in love with you the minute I laid eyes on you. You know that. The difference between you and me is that I fucking told you who I was and what you dye your hair put eye contacts in just to accomplish your mission?!" Justin yells a he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Did you even love me at all?" He says hurt.

"Of course I love you..." you say before walking towards him. "I remember researching you for hours the night my boss gave me the mission".

"Well that's not creepy at all" He says sarcastically causing you to roll your eyes. "Says the person who has 20 folders about me" you say and you swear you saw him smile a little.

"Anyways, I saw you and damn" you say as your fingers run under his shirt, tracing the outline of his abs.

"I was so fucking into you..." you whisper near his ear before placing a small kiss onto his neck.

Justin curses under his breath before biting his lip. "Aw come on this isn't fair."

You giggle before placing both hands gently on his jaw. "I do love you, I promise. Please don't be angry anymore. We wanted the same thing and how was I suppose to know you would turn out to be one of the sweetest guys I've ever encountered in my life." You saw smiling.

Justin looks at you and he can't help but smile. "I love you too, I mean you're absolutely right. How was I suppose to know that my enemy would turn out to be the love of my life."

He grabs your waist before pulling you in for a kiss.

You knew you both had lost your jobs for rebelling against your sides but at this moment you didn't care. All you wanted was to be with him. With all the time you spent setting aside differences, you felt as if the world was at peace. You loved him and he loved you.

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Reunited again-m

summary: you and justin have been ex lovers until you finally get involved with him again when you marry justin’s stepbrother but with having a steamy history with justin,,.. will you be able to keeps your hands off when he attends your wedding?

TAGS:smut,drama,off boundary lovers? enjoy haha

“Y/N, you were the most beautiful women i’ve ever laid my eyes on and i promise to always remind you every time we spend together. You are my light, soul and forever my baby. I love you Y/N.”

The AWWS echoing the room in return, the audience totally smitten by Brad’s loving speech.

“Y/N, do you take this man to be your husband here’s standing before you, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Your eyes have a hard time focusing on Brad’s face, splitting a glance at Justin, who was standing behind brad. Justin’s honey orbs were focused on you, his hand clutched together in front of him, his posture straight, not a slight feeling of being uncomfortable.

“Yes, i do.” your voice not quivering, which surprised you.

You straighten yourself as you prepare to have a super amazing night, planning on you to dance heaps with your girlfriends. Brad was drinking alot more than expected as he and the others were chugging down the vodka shots like water. You spot Justin sitting around the counter, sipping his drink slowly. You were actually surprised Justin would turn up at your wedding. Brad begged Justin to be one of his best mates as he knew you and Justin had been ‘bestfriends’ for 3 years. You and justin were best friends, best friends with benefits, best friends who couldn't keep each other's hands off. After getting into a serious relationship with Brad, you had to cut all sexual ties with Justin. But this didn’t help as Justin and Brad were step brothers, their parents recently got married, which meant whenever Brad was around, Justin was somewhere nearby. You had known Justin first, ever since you were 18, the years eventually went by, work was a handful and Justin was always there to lend a hand, if you knew what i meant. The relationship went up until you were 21, you realised your feelings had risen, you were scared but didn't admit it. You and Justin fought many times while together but also had so many memories that you couldn’t forget. Brad was serious about getting together, he was mature as he was 5 years older than you and Justin. You couldn’t help but fall for Brad’s charm, despite this, you still hadn’t had a day where you didn't think about Justin.

You send your thoughts aside as your strut up to him nervously, your hands becoming clammy.

“Hey.”

Justin shifts his attention to the similar voice that he knew all too well. 

“Would you like a drink to celebrate your special day?” 

His voice laced with venom. You slightly ignore it. 

“I’m glad you came today,” you began to say.

“WHY did you invite me Y/N? I clearly told you to leave me out!” 

Justin harshly shouts at you, his voice loud and clearly angry but his face expressionless, to hide out what was really happening between you and Justin. 

You side glance around you, quickly averting your eyes to Brad, he seemed to not be noticed. 

“Justin, this hasn’t been easy for me either!” you seethe back.

“Oh really?” he scoffs, not believing you. 

“Yes! i’ve missed you too ok?” You whisper out, looking away from Justin’s stare. 

Justin swings his body to face the front, twisting in his chair, his face not longer facing you. You were slightly getting agitated at his immature actions. You drag him harshly by his forearm and drag him in the elevator.  

“DING.” 

You forcefully drag him into the spare room upstairs. You mentally thank Brad for renting out the whole building. You slam the door close behind you, before you stare solely into Justin’s eyes, your eyes focusing hungrily at his presence.

You emotionally clash your lips into his, your mouths moving hungrily together, teeth clashing together. You pull away and gasp desperately for air as if you’ve held your breath underwater for an hour. You quickly pull at his blue tuxedo and clumsily pull at his tie, wanting to get the damn thing off.

“Here let me do it,” Justin places his hands gently on yours, you instantly slap them away. 

You were a panting mess, you were out of control, your mind wasn’t functioning at all. Justin’s tie was only slightly out of place, you had no idea how to undo a tie. You were too impatient to even care. 

Justin carries you by gripping your back thighs and places you gently flat on the bed, your black heels falling off in the process. 

“Just get in me. i miss you too much,” you say, not caring about anything but the pleasure Justin could give you.

You hadn’t even seen justin in months, despite having sex together. You grip justin’s legs together with your legs wrapping around them, trapping him. Justin stood at the end of the bed, watching your shaky movements. 

You begin to hungrily undo his belt and also had a hard time doing it, your hands were unsteady and almost trembling. Justin hands replaces yours and you sigh out and let him unbuckle it. He easily unbuckles it, yanking his boxers and dress pants down his knees in one go. Your eyes stare hungrily at his growing shaft. You bite your bottom lip as you see the sight not being able to resist but to reach out and grab him. Justin groans lowly at your hands being in contact with his sensitive member. 

“B-aby another time,” Justin declines, remembering Brad was downstairs, along with your whole family.

You nod as you realise you had a time limit. You lie flat, your hair falling effortlessly around your face. You raise your hips up and roll up your black dress at your hips, exposing your lace panties. You see justin eyeing your every move with hungry eyes. 

“What are you waiting for?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

Justin pushes you further up the bed, letting you sit your upper body against the bed frame before he crawls onto the bed. You stare down at him, curious to what he was doing. 

“I’ve missed you so much but i mostly miss how sweet you fucking taste.” 

Justin rips your flimsy fabric off, letting them fall on the spreadsheet, before gripping your thighs with his large hands and pulling your lower body up towards his hungry mouth. You squeak out as you feel your posture being ruined. 

Justin suddenly fully sucks on your clit, making you gasp out. You grasp onto his light locks, ruining his perfect styled hair. 

“Fuck, i miss this so much,” he mumbles lowly, the vibrations go start to your clit.

You continue to moan and pant as Justin continues to eat you up. You whine out as you feel your clit being sucked and abused at an intense pace, your orgasm approaching as you feel your lower stomach tighten. Justin starts rubbing with his thumb, the feeling in your lower stomach, so intense, you were gonna explode any second now. You flutter your eyes open to see justin staring back at you with a smirk plastered across his face. 

“Cumming already babygirl?” 

His lips were covered in your arousal, his chin dripping and the sides of his lips. You moan at the sight, reminding you of all the times he did this. You felt weak, you hips lifting off the bed as he started to rub the daylight out of you. You lay there, breathing heavily, weak from your amazing orgasm. 

Justin suddenly pushes your whole body, forcing you lie fully flat on the bed. He hovers over you and plunges his shaft into your core. You fell the whole of his rock hard shaft rubbing against your walls, making you moan out at the feeling. 

“Fuck-fuck-f.” 

Justin curses as he slides into you, your walls closing around his member, the pleasure taking over his entire body making him fall into a hole and hitting his insides with a trembling shake. 

“this fucking pussy, always so tight for me.” 

You clench at his dirty words. Justin groans in response. The sweat starts to rise up your bodies as he begins to pace himself into you at a steady but slow pace, making sure he could feel all of you. 

“faster,” you pant out.

“You like it rough aye baby girl? i almost forgot how much you could take.” 

With that, Justin speeds up his pace, until he is leaving in and out of your in an inhuman pace. Justin groans out in pleasure as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent of perfume.  His supports himself with his elbows as he continues to grind into your core. 

“I’ve never stopped loving you. I fucking love you Y/N. I know you love me too.” 

He latches his teeth into your neck sucking harshly which makes you moan out in pleasure and pain. 

“I do love you. i’ve always have,” You pant out, the truth spilling from your lips. 

“Fuck. i’m there already. see what you do to me Y/N.” 

Justin pants continuously into your neck. You feel your own orgasm approaching as well. You reach down between the moving bodies and harshly rub against your bundle of nerves. Justin sees this action. With one elbow supporting himself, he reaches down to help you out. He rubs harsher, quicker, his two finger so fast that it makes you whine out, the sensitively from before making it more intense. 

“I almost forgot how much you love my fingers.” 

You feel your orgasm taking you by surprise, you shut your eyes as the pleasure washes over you. The feeling so intense, you weren't able to let out a single noise as your lips are formed into a ‘o’. 

The clenching and rubbing, along with your shaking and pants, justin lets his load into you, unable to hold off any longer. He falls flat against your body, huffing and breathing heavily as he lays there for a moment. 

Your eyes are open wide as your realise what you had just done. You lay there, shook at ever as you felt the tears of shame and anger cover your sight. You were madly in love with Justin. You realise that now, you had always known but you were finally able to admit it. You gently wrap your arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go.

[imaginethisdarling]

“The night only started”(MATURE)

A room filled with loud obnoxious music and sweaty bodies, grinding on each other, just trying to get laid, wasn’t Y/n’s first thing on her “how to spend your Friday night” list.

She didn’t really see the point in, firstly, spending three hours to get ready just so your makeup could be ruined later that night, get drunk and grind on people you don’t know, just because it feels good or whatever would the reason be.

She still wondered how she let Asia talk her in coming with her. Maybe because she was the youngest of their squad, and she just turned twenty-one and is allowed in the club.

Y/n couldn’t say she was dying out of boredom, no she was laughing and dancing with her friends, taking a sip from her extremely strong drink Asia made her. God only knows what was in that drink, but she liked it.

Sasha and Darcy pulled her towards the dance floor, and Y/n was pressed in between their bodies, feeling each of them grinding against her. They knew she hated it, but they shake it away with a laugh and grinded a little bit more.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at them. She started moving to the beat, letting herself lose, just for a moment. suddenly she realized, there was no more grinding on her, and the girls were nowhere to be found.

As she was looking around, she saw one guy looking at her seductively. He was tall, probably over six feet, he had short black hair, pierced blue eyes, and as much as she could see, tattoos all over his chest.

Once the guy noticed Y/n caught his stares, he licked his lip, tracing his eyes up and down her body. Y/n couldn’t feel more uncomeatable. Y/n decided she had to leave the dance floor. She knew the next thing would be that guy hitting on her. He wasn’t ugly, nevertheless he was very attractive, but she was never into a one night stand.

She quickly turned around and made her way towards their table. she hopped the guy wouldn’t follow her and tried his pickup lines one her.

She had to push few people out the way, mumbling “Sorry” to herself, but she just needed to make her way out of that sweaty mess.

In the distance, she could already see their table, which was empty, but she wasn’t surprised, when suddenly her body somebody else’s body.

She was already annoyed from pissed looks she got, when she had to push people out her way, so she opened her mouth to yell at whoever she hit “Watch where the fuck you’re going” but just as she opened her mouth and lifted her head up, she went silent.

She was few inches away from him, their noses were so close the almost touched, and she could feel his hot breath on her lips. He had beautiful honey brown eyes, and she felt like she lost herself in them for a second.

He was a little bit taller than her, his dirty blond hair was messy and pulled back. It seemed like he messed it a lot with his hands. He was wearing greyish t-shirt with his sleeves rolled up, exposing his tattooed, muscular arms. He had black ripped skinny jeans and white vans.

Once she realized she was checking his out, she quickly moved away two steps, fixing her voice. “Sorry” Y/n mumbled.

“It’s my fault beautiful, I should’ve watched where I was going.” He replied giving her a smile.  

His voice was deep and husky, it almost sounded like he lowered his tone just a bit, from his normal sound.

Y/n had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes. Another fuckboy. She was allergic when anyone would respond like that to someone they just met, no matter where they “Angelina Jolie” type of beautiful.

Y/n just nodded and force a smile, she was just about to go to the table when his voice stopped her.

“Hey, let me redeem myself to you buy buying you a drink.” He asked lifting his hand in question.

Y/n smiled more politely than she wanted. “There is really no need to do that. It’s not like you made me spill my drink or anything.”

But he wasn’t giving up. “C’mon just one drink, I promise I am not a douchebag.” He said making her chuckle.

She couldn’t decide, should she go and have one drink with him or should she just refuse his offer. She looked around, searching for her friends, trying to find an excuse not to accept his offer.

“I swear I don’t bite.” He commented once he noticed her looking around the club.

Y/n took a deep breath, “One drink only?” She asked and in that moment his face lightened up.

“One drink only.” He said smilingly.

Y/n nodded before she added. “I am going to wait right there.” She said pointing to their table. He followed her finger but quickly turned his head toward her again.

“I think it’s better if you wait over there.” He pointed towards the booths in the back. “It’s calmer than here. The booth on the left is empty, so you can wait there, yeah?” He asked.

Y/n wasn’t sure if she wanted to be alone with this guy, far away from everyone, but she nodded in respond, and he smiled back to her.

Suddenly his face looked shocked, like he couldn’t believe something. He extended his hand. “How silly of me, I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Justin, nice to meet you.” He said with a big smile on his face.

He had an adorable smile, Y/n had to admit.

She accepted his hand. “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n.” His smile made her smile.

“What a cute name. Y/n.” He said still not letting go of her hand. “I’m going to grab us some drinks, have anything specific in your mind or?” Justin asked, letting go of her hand.

“Whatever you want.” Y/n said. He nodded and soon his blond hair was nowhere to be seen.

She turned around and made her way towards the booth he addressed her to.

Once she arrived, booth was empty just like Justin told her it would be, but she saw few jackets laying on the sits.

She gently moved few over and took a seat. She looked around the bar, hoping she will notice any familiar figure on the dance floor but nothing. Sometimes she wishes the girls dyed their hair in bright fluorescent colors, so it would be easier for her to spot them, in occasions like this.

“Looking for a way how to escape me?” Justin’s voice scared her and she jumped a little bit. He chuckled when he noticed. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He said as he was placing their drink down in front of them, taking seat across her.

“I was just looking if I could find any of my friends.” Y/n said focusing her eyes on the drink. It was purple and thick. Something she never tried. She brought the glass up to her nose and she was surprised with the smell.

The smell was mixture of flowers and something that could be raspberry. She wasn’t sure, but it smelt really, really good. She took a sip, and it tasted even better. She felt a familiar burn down her throat, and she knew vodka was in this.

She put her glass back down licking her lips. “this is good.” Y/n mumbled lifting her look to Justin who was already smiling at her. “You trying to get me drunk?” Y/n said jokingly which made him laugh even more.

“Never” he said taking a sip, but his eyes never left hers. He placed his drink down and moved his finger in circle around the edge of the glass.

Neither, at least Y/n didn’t know what to say, so she decided to scan the dance floor once again.

“You’re not here often, are you?” His voice made her turn her attention back to him.

“Is it written over my forehead?” Y/n chuckled and Justin joined her.

“No, I haven’t seen you here before. And trust me I would never forget face like yours if I saw it.” Y/n couldn’t help but blush a little bit.

“That’s so corny.” Y/n laughed.

“It made you blush tho.” Justin commented back.

“Still, it’s corny as hell. Just please don’t start using some as corny pickup lines.” Y/n laughed before taking another sip.

“Damn, there goes my plan.” Justin giggled and Y/n joined him. “Then you will need a better one.” Y/n smiled, it seemed like this was something she couldn’t stop tonight. She never smiled so much, but this boy makes her smile never leave her face.

“So, tell me, who do I have to thank for bringing you here tonight?” Justin said while a smirk played on his lips.

“My friend Asia, it’s her birthday and she literary dragged me here.”

“I will make sure I thank her, or you can do that for me.” He took another sip. “So apparently, you’re not the type to party every Friday and Saturday night huh?” Justin said focusing his eyes on hers.

-

“But don’t you think those were placed here for us to figure out something. Like maybe they are key to something else.” Justin asked looking Y/n directly in her eyes.

Their one drink turned into multiply drinks, nobody was counting how many. They were both slightly buzzed, talking about nonsenses, sitting next to each other.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t expect I would be talking about this, on a Friday night in a club with a stranger.” Y/n said throughout a giggle. “But I don’t know what to think about those stones. It might be that just people put them there.”

“But it’s proved people couldn’t do that.” Y/n giggled at how adorable Justin was.

“Please don’t tell me you that at home you have a whole room dedicated to that.”

Justin smirked and Y/n could notice a sparkle in his eyes. “Suddenly I wish I had.” He said lowering his voice, bringing his body closer to Y/n.

Y/n smile faded as she looked into Justin’s seductive eyes. “Why?” She whispered, looking at his lips, waiting for them to move.

“So, I would have an excuse to take you home with me.” Justin whispered leaning closer to Y/n. in that moment she couldn’t care less about what she thought about one night stands.

She cupped his face with her hands and connected their lips. Y/n could tell Justin was surprised from her sudden move, but he gave in soon.

He pulled her closer, making her sit on his lap, intertwining his fingers with her hair only to pull her face closer.

Their lips moved in sync, like this wasn’t the first time they interacted.

Y/n pulled away first, gasping for air. She noticed he was breathing heavily too. She smiled before asking quietly, “Are you going to show me that room of yours or what?”

Y/n watched as Justin’s smile grew wider. “Gladly.” He growled, lifting her from his lap and locking his hand with hers. He took money out of his pocked and placed it on the table. He turned around to face Y/n.

“Ready?” He asked. Y/n nodded and they made their way out of the club. Soon enough they were inside his car. He started the car and Y/n couldn’t wait to arrive at his house. In the back of her head she thought she should text her friends but she couldn’t make herself take her phone out of her purse.

Justin placed his hand on her inner thigh, drawing small circles, making her body tingle from just a simple touch.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his face. His profile looked like it was made by God himself. In that moment, not knowing why, she thought she might saw him somewhere.

He noticed her staring and he laughed, never moving his eyes from the road. Soon enough the car stopped and Y/n couldn’t be more thankful. She never felt like this, never thought she would be driving to stranger house for a one night stand, but she was, and she couldn’t care less.

She exited the car and walked over to Justin. He placed his hand on her lover back and guided her towards the doors. He unlocked the doors and let Y/n enter first like a true gentleman.

As he closed the doors, Y/n spun him around and smashed their lips together. She could feel Justin smile through the kiss. He grabbed her and picked her up, Y/n connected her legs behind his back, feeling her dress lifting up as he carried her somewhere what felt like upstairs.

Justin’s lips left her lips, leaving wet trails down to her neck. She moved her neck back, giving him more access.

With his leg, he hit the doors wide open and threw Y/n on the bed. She squealed in surprised and giggled, but she was soon shut with Justin’s body grinding over her, while his lips attacked hers once again.

She could feel his hand traveling up and down her body, making her crave for more of this touch.

He kneeled on the bed and pulled her dress over her head. He looked down at her body and licked his lips. “You look gorgeous.” He whispered and Y/n felt herself getting more and more hot.

She helped him get out of his clothes before she pulled him down onto her again. His lips attacked her neck once again, but only for few seconds. He used his teeth to remove the stripe and the cup of her bra.

He brought his lips closer to her nipple and his hot breath made her feel shivers all over her body. He smirked and looked up before he took her nipple in his mouth. Y/n locked her hands in his hair but he pushed the up above her head. “Keep ‘em there.” Justin demanded before taking her nipple into his mouth again.

With his free hand, he removed the other stripe, pushing her bra down.

He got up once again, and Y/n found herself whining for more of his touch. He looked down at her bare chest and couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was.

He grabbed her panties and ripped them in half. He couldn’t wait any longer and he could tell, she couldn’t either.

He pulled his boxers down and Y/n eyes widened in shock. He was packing some real heat down there.

Justin opened one of his drawers of nightstand and took a little golden packet out. He opened the condom in hurry and just as he was about to put it on, Y/n’s hands stopped his. “Let me help.” She literary purred out.

Justin smirked and Y/n rolled the condom on his huge dick. She stroked him few times and Justin’s mouth fell out which made Y/n moan out in satisfaction.

Justin pushed Y/n onto bed, placing his left hand next to her head, while adjusting himself in front of her entrance. “Ready?” He growled. Y/n nod and Justin slowly pushed himself in all the way.

Y/n threw her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure, grabbing the bars of his bed.

A soft moan left his lips as he pushed himself all the way in. He was waiting for her to adjust, but all she wanted was for him to start moving.

“Are you ok-“

“Fuck me hard.” Y/n cut Justin, looking him straight in eyes.

He smirked “Your wish is my command” as he pulled out and slammed himself with full force.

Y/n couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure, never taking her eyes of Justin. He listened to her wish, and the way his hips moved in and out made her feel some type of way.

She gripped the bars of the bed tighter. The sound of their bodies slamming against each other was enough to send her over, but to have Justin’s gaze on your lips, breast and pussy.

As the lights were dimmed in the room, the shadows made his body look sweatier than it was, but it was really getting hot in the room.

“You like that?” He spat out as he thrusted harder. Y/n moaned out his name.

Justin pulled out and Y/n whined from the sudden loss of contact. “I don’t like asking twice.”

“Yes, I do.” Y/n breathed out.

“You do what?” Justin teased her.

“I like what you’re doing.” Y/n said annoyingly.

“And what am I doing?”

Y/n sigh loudly. “I love the way you’re fuc-aaa.” Justin suddenly slammed inside her again. Y/n screamed out, but that only made Justin smirk.

Y/n knew she was close as so did Justin, he rubbed his fingers against her clit, growling “Cum baby.”

His growl pushed her over and she released herself all over him, but that didn’t stop him. He thrusted himself in and out, like she didn’t just reach her high.

“I hope you’re not tired yet, because the night, only started.”

[nochillzone-uxv]

[12-56]

This girl DM'd me this on Twitter and im unable to breath ( if you look closely, she even photoshopped heels to her sandals )

[au-biebs]

“Don’t Be Mad, Daddy.” (Mature - REQUEST)

Could you do some more mature imagines?

Can you do another daddy image? :')

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Daddy needs you, be ready for me upstairs, princess x

A burning sensation stirred in my core as my eyes scanned over the photo Justin had sent me. Clearly preoccupied, the slightly blurred and quickly shot image displayed his hardened crotch. Judging by the time, he was still in a meeting; only making my temperature rise, the idea of him getting caught turning me on, slightly.

Standing from the couch, I exhaled loudly and made my way to the bedroom, knowing there would be consequences if I didn't comply with his request. As my bare feet padded towards my drawer tailored specifically for these moments, I chewed on my bottom lip whilst deciding on which set would be appropriate.

Settling on my burgundy babydoll and thong, I headed for the bathroom so that I could see myself in the mirror. I had fifteen minutes until Justin was scheduled to be home, fifteen minutes to prepare myself for what was to come.

Deciding against tying my hair up, I let my curled locks frame my face; Justin preferred it when he had something to pull on.

Three minutes on the clock.

I grinned to myself and chose to disobey Justin’s orders, I found myself walking back down the stairs. Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, I waited patiently and anxiously for my boyfriend’s arrival. I’d never really gone against what he’d said before, who knows what he’d come up with.

The door clicked and my heart jumped. Justin’s took three steps before noticing my presence, eyes widening for a split second.

“Hey baby,” I smirked.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait for me upstairs?”

His voice was raspy and deep, something that came naturally to him yet I’m positive it was emphasised when he was aroused. I loved it.

“Don’t be mad, daddy,” I pouted.

“You disobeyed me, (Y/N),” He spoke, hands now on the small of my back, “That’s extremely naughty of you. Now, what should I do with you first?”

I tried to suppress my grin, continuing to look up innocently at him, I knew it was something that got to him.

“Fuck,” He whispered, looking away for a moment; composing himself.

I continued to stare up at him, his features mesmerising. I watched as his jaw clenched, he was awaiting a response that I wasn’t going to give, “Well?”  

Silence.

His brow raised, “Should I fuck you, first? Hm? Should I make you suck my cock for being so disobedient? Or should I put you over my knee and spank you for not listening to me?”

I whimpered, he noticed. With every word he spoke, he pulled me closer so that I was now flush against his chest.

Justin’s lips met with my neck once, before he picked me up and carried me up the stairs, I squealed as I was locked in his grasp; uncertain of what was about to happen.

Kicking the door open with his foot, he sat down on the bed and held me so that I was laid over his lap.

“You know, I should spank you for an hour for disrespecting my wishes. But, you’ve been a good girl and got yourself dressed for me, so for that, I will only give you ten.”

Pulling my thong down, I gasped quietly as the air hit my core. “Count,”

His hand came down on my ass and I jumped, “One,”

“Properly.”

Again, he spanked me, “Two, daddy.”

“That’s a good girl, only eight more.”

With each slap, I could feel the handprint burning on my ass cheek; causing me to tug on my bottom lip, hard. “Ten, daddy.”

A satisfied hum left Justin’s lips as his hand slid over my ass and down to my centre, running his fingers up and down my slit, “Look at you, soaking for me. Does daddy spanking you turn you on?”

“Mmm,” I moaned, feeling him circle my clit.

“Answer me, properly, (Y/N).”

“Yes, daddy.”

This time, he patted my ass gently, signalling for me to stand. I complied, and I stood, my legs shaking slightly. Justin’s fingers felt like feathers against my skin as his traced my shoulders, pulling down the straps of my babydoll. As it fell to the ground, I felt my nipples perk as they came into contact with the air, “Beautiful,”

Justin turned me around in his arms and guided me onto the bed, my hands and knees against the plush comforter.

“Spread your legs for daddy,”

A groan left his lips as I done as I was told, the sudden dip in the mattress indicating to me that he was, too, on the bed. His fingers spread my wetness along my folds, my pussy throbbing for him.

Pushing back against his long fingers, another slap was placed on my ass for being impatient, “Don’t,”

His digits left my centre, and I whimpered in protest. I needed him. Soon, I heard the zipper on his work pants and I grew warm in anticipation. A tight lipped moan came from me as I felt his tip running along me, collecting my arousal.

Again, I pushed back against Justin in hopes of getting fucked sooner, but he pulled away. “Don’t, (Y/N). I want you absolutely aching for me.”

“I am,” I moaned, “Daddy, please. Fuck me.”

A small chuckle left his lips, “You think it’s that easy, princess? Look at you, dripping for me. Desperate for my cock. Tell me how badly you want me.” With every sentence he spoke, he teased me by only pushing the tip in, and pulling out again.

“So bad… I n-need you, Justin, please.”

“I can’t hear you,”

I heard his shirt drop to the floor and I bit my lip, imagining how he looked right now; toned, face stern, slightly flustered, cock ready for me.

“Daddy, please…” I moaned, this time louder; but not to the point where I would be spanked again for raising my voice.

“That’s a good girl,” He spoke, before finally giving in and thrusting once, filling me up completely.

My body jolted forward at the unexpected movement, and I gripped the bedsheets as Justin began to fuck me to the point of oblivion, there was no going slow with him, “Fuck,”

Sweat laced our bodies as we connected as one, the sound of skin-on-skin and moans filled the room. Thrusting into me at what felt like every half-second, my legs shook and I felt myself involuntarily squeeze them shut.

“No, keep them open for me, baby.” He groaned, gripping my hips tighter.

Falling forwards, my cheek against the bedsheets, I moaned as his fingers toyed with my already swollen clit.

A tug on my hair forced me back up, and I whimpered as Justin’s body fell forward so that he was close to me. Peppering kisses on my neck, he moaned into my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight, haven't you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“I won’t hold your disobedience against you, but that won't ever happen again, will it?”

My eyes screwed shut and I couldn't bring myself to answer him. My fingers gripped the comforter tightly as I felt myself edging closer to my climax. I yelped as Justin’s slapped my ass hard, “Answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop. I won’t let you cum.”

“N-no… It won’t happen again, I promise.” I breathed, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Good girl, are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, I’m so close,”

The warmth of his body being so close to mine disappeared as he sat upright again and rocked his hips faster, hands pulling me back against him. His soft pants spurred me on and I fucked back, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he hit deeper than before.

“Fuck, baby… I’m cumming,” I cried, head falling forwards.

“Cum for me, baby… that’s it, fuck,”

As my body shook, I could feel Justin’s thrusts becoming irregular and quick, causing me to clench around him, “Oh baby, do that again.”

In seconds I heard him groan and spill inside of me, the feeling sending another set of shockwaves through my body. Collapsing entirely on the bed, I breathed heavily. Justin came to lay beside me and he pulled me close, bending one leg to wrap around his own.

My eyes fluttered shut as I felt him place a single kiss on my clammy forehead, fingers running through my hair, “I love you so much, angel.”

I smiled to myself and nuzzled into his chest, “I love you more.”

[biebsimagine]

Doctor Bieber (Mature)

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas, and I hope this new year is your year. Here’s the last imagine of 2017. Thank you for all your support and kind words.

"[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?" I heard a voice, an angelic voice, and looked up to see a face that matched such a voice.

Justin Bieber, my doctor, stood at the door. I felt my legs shake as I got to my feet, trying to ignore the way his teeth shined so bright and his lips sat perfectly round on his face. I tried my best to smile back at him.

I avoided visits to the doctors just so I wouldn't have to be in his presence. My arm could be hanging off and I'd reassure myself everything was fine; I lost all sense of coordination the second I walked through the door, without fail.

The silence and his gaze put together was enough to make me stumble nervously to the chair, feeling my legs threatening to fail me as I sit down. You could hear a pin drop in the far corner of the room without any difficulty.

He sat down on the chair opposite me. He wore a white button-up shirt that fit him tightly, emphasising his muscles. I tried to keep my eyes level with his but that was equally as torturous as the hazel colour took me under.

I was sure I noticed his eyes searching my face before glancing up and down my body. "So, what can I do for you?" His voice made me melt but I tried to push the unusual thoughts to the back of my mind.

"Uh, I've had an uncomfortable feeling at the back of my throat for a while now and at first I thought it'd pass after a few days but it just seems to be getting worse," I said, trying to avoid looking at his strong gaze his eyes had on me.

"I see, and is it painful?" He held a pen in his left hand and scribbled things down when I spoke.

"Uh, it hurts quite a lot but I guess I can be distracted from it every now and then," I said. "But then again, it's all I can think about, just because it's irritating," I said shortly after. I chuckled, almost nervously.

"I see," he said. He didn't move, he simply kept a hard gaze on me but I didn't complain; it wasn't a look that made me feel uncomfortable. "Open up, please," he muttered while his eyes burned into my lips. He licked his own.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and watched as he grabbed some sort of minuscule torch that was supposed to shine brightly down my throat.

His dark eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated and his eyes shifted every now and then. I felt his breath on my chin when he parted his lips. I smiled a little while I admired him.

He must've noticed because he looked up at me, the torch still pointing down my throat.

"What?" He asked, the beginning of a small edging at the corner of his lips too. He placed the torch back onto the tray and pulled at the rubber gloves covering his fingers. I noticed the largeness of his hands then.

"N-Nothing," I said, smiling up at him. His whole presence caused me to feel nervous.

"People usually smile for a reason, Miss [Y/L/N]. And with a pretty mouth like yours, I'd like to think you use it for only good things." His teeth made an appearance as he grinned at me, I felt a buzz rush through my body and my head feel light for a moment as I processed his words.

"I-I, uh, yeah." I chuckled nervously. I knew my cheeks had turned a deep shade of red, I dropped my head, taking interest in my lap.

"Don't shy away from a simple compliment, sweetheart," he said, keeping his strong gaze on me, causing me to become even more flustered. "Although, you should expect a few more because you're very beautiful, and I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from saying things I shouldn't necessarily say." I watched the lump in his throat jittered as he swallowed, his hazel eyes still burning into my face.

"Like what?" I tilted my head up ever so slightly and let my eyes scan his face.

The grin edged at the right side of his lips, threatening to widen. "That I don't think I've seen a more beautiful woman before, or that I'm kind of glad you came to see me today."

I watched him and his eyes kept shifting from my eyes to my lips. I wasn't sure what to say so I simply kept quiet.

"I don't remember the last time you made an appointment to see me," he spoke, not moving.

"I'm quite thankful of that," I chuckled. "I haven't been ill for quite a while, I'm not complaining."

He laughed and it was a wonderful sound. I wanted a recording of his laugh to keep forever.

"Well, it's nice to see your face again," he replied.

"Likewise," I nodded, smiling bashfully.

What happened next, I could not comprehend. It was as though my mind blacked out the build-up to the feeling of his lips on my own. They were hot and wet against my mouth and made me let out the tiniest of moans.

He hummed. "Tell me if you want me to stop-"

"Don't," I whispered, pressing a hand to the back of his neck to pull him closer to me.

"Whatever you want, love," he rasped, smirking against my lips.

He felt like fire. His lips, his breath, his hands trailing up my thigh. I didn't tell him to stop because I didn't want him to.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, placing tiny kisses down my cheek and aiming for my neck, shivers erupted through my body. "Do you know that?"

"I've been told," I giggled, pulling the ends of his hair.

"Do you believe it?"

I shrugged, just wanting to feel his lips clashing with my own. I felt desperate.

"You should believe it, you're perfect." His hand caressed my side with a soft touch.

My heart thumped rapidly in my chest, I felt as though I couldn't breathe but he didn't have to know that. He was under my skin. Officially.

And that was why I said yes. I only said it once, but my mind was screaming it.

YesYesYesYesYes.

His number sat in my phone, and for the rest of the day, I was thinking about the fact that in a mere few hours, I'd be on my way to Justin's house. No matter what I did to occupy my time, my brain wouldn't let me forget it.

Time moved slow, painfully slow. I fidgeted, constantly checking the clock on the wall. Every hour, every minute, every second felt like an eternity.

Until it was time. And I was sweating.

*****

His house was huge. So was his bedroom.

His bedsheets were soft, softer than my own.

"Would it be completely inappropriate of me to say that I missed these lips?" Justin muttered against them before biting down on my bottom lip, tugging gently.

I giggled, "I'd rather you missed me, but that's fine too."

"Oh, I definitely missed you," he said, letting his fingers wander beneath my t-shirt. He came closer, pressing his lips to my jaw. "You want this, right?"

"More than anything, more than I thought I would," I mumbled, pressing my chest up towards him.

He smiled at me with his blindingly white teeth, and took hold of the end of my shirt, dragging it up and off my body.

"Hmm." His finger swirled across my stomach, exploring new places.

My clothes were picked off my skin one at a time, so carelessly that my stomach flipped with each item that left me. It wasn't long before I was bare before his hungry eyes.

"Fuck," he whispered, licking his lips so they glistened.

"I think you're wearing too much," I remarked before grabbing the end of his shirt and pulling it up his body.

I felt winded but I didn't show it. My eyes met his toned torso and suddenly, I felt my appetite take over.

"Ready?" he whispered, large hands groping my hips.

All I could do was nod, wanting to feel his fingers all over my body. My wish was granted when he began to palm my nipples, I felt his rough skin hardening them almost immediately and gasped.

"You like that?" he teased.

"Mhm." I bit down on my bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as I allowed myself to feel a simple pleasure.

While his right hand continued to massage my boob, the left trailed between my legs and worked their magic. I whined when he pressed a kiss to my chest, never stopping his movements.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"O-oh God, yes," I stuttered. "Please don't stop-"

"I'm not stopping until you cum, princess," he told me, rubbing his fingers with a little bit more vigour.

"Fuck," I whispered, gripping the sheets between my fingers.

It didn't feel possible to already feel a tightening in my stomach. Somehow, just being with a man so sure of himself, so committed and giving, was enough to get me to the tipping point.

"You're so good," I whimpered, rolling my hips up into his touch. "K-keep going."

"I'm not gonna stop," he said, placing kisses and bites on my neck. "I want you to cum for me though," he added, rubbing my clit with perfect pressure.

I saw colours, even when my eyes were closed. Red. Yellow. Blue. White. Green. They merged together to create patterns. I was on a high.

"J-Justin-"

"Cum for me."

"Justin, oh my God," I spoke, my voice quivering. "I'm gonna-"

I came a few seconds afterwards, and to my approval, he didn't stop his movements but added pressure to ride me through my orgasm. I writhed on his bedsheets and felt his brown eyes latched onto my skin, as though he couldn't bear to look away.

[worldofyns]

Thank You Guys For 1k Followers Don’t Know How I Feel About It But I Love You Guys 💕💕💕

[biebervibez]

Roommate || Part 3

NOTE: HEY IM BACK💕 sorry for being inactive but I just have a lot of things going on rn. Here’s the continuation of ROOMATE, this is a short story (no more than 10 parts) I wanted to try something a little different so I hope you enjoy!

PLS GO READ PART 1 and 2 FIRST!

CONTINUATION

Y/N POV:

It’s been almost a week since Justin has been staying at my place and it’s been….sort of nice. I know what you’re thinking. What the hell? Yeah I know, I can’t believe it myself that I actually enjoy his presence. It all started a few days ago. Whenever we both had free time, we would spend some quality time together, of course just as friends…don’t worry. We would either be binge watching a bunch of movies or tv shows, have a karaoke night, or we would even try to bake. But ever since we’ve been hanging it I’ve noticed a few things….

I’m not going to lie or sound cocky but Justin has been nothing but a flirt these past few days. Before you get your panties in a twist, I rejected all his flirty ass moves, for absolute two reasons. One, Selena is my best friend and I don’t think I could ever do that to her. Two, actually I lied, there’s only one reason and that’s Selena.

You and Selena decided to hang at your place before she had to leave for Miami.

You both giggle as she snaps another picture of the two of you before posting it on her snapchat story before throwing her phone back in her bag.

“Damn, I’d date us…” you say causing the both of you to burst out laughing.

“Hey, what time are you leaving?” You asked confused. “Um…” Selena says as she searches for her phone. She pulls out her phone and reads the time. “Oh shit….I have to leave right now!” She says frantically, as she quickly grabs her belongings from the couch.

You both make your way to the door, as you greet eachother goodbye.

“Call me when you land!” You yell waving at her. “Yes mom” she says as she makes her way to the car. You chuckle as you close the door.

As you walk upstairs, you hear the shower come on. Justin’s probably home, you thought to yourself. You walk to the bathroom door, knocking slightly. “Justin, are you in there?” You say, you knew he was but you just wanted to make sure. “Yeah!” He replies quickly. Just as you were about to head to your bedroom, he calls for your name. You walk back to the bathroom door. “Yeah?” You say confused. “Can you pass me a towel, I forgot…” he says, you playfully roll your eyes before grabbing a towel from the closet. “Here, its outside.” You say, just as you were about to place the towel on the ground. “Can you bring it inside please?” He says, you felt your heart race. You open the door, realizing it was unlocked. You heard the door shut as you made your way in, it startled you abut because you forgot how heavy your doors were. You placed the towel beside the shower. “I put the towel by the shower.” You say, as he replies with a thank you.

“Do you mind if I quickly do my makeup? I’m about to go out. I promise ill be out once I’m done!” you say nervously. “Yeah go for it…” he says. After a few minutes of touch ups, you were just about to leave, when you hear a knock.

“Hey Y/N? I know you’re showering but I think I left my phone in there, do you mind if I just go in get it?” I hear Selena say through the door. Your eyes suddenly became wide, you began to panicky not knowing what to do. I thought she left you thought to yourself. You were so thankful that Justin hasn’t said a word because she can not know he’s here.

“Y/N? In just going to come in, im going to be late” she says impatiently.

“Uh uhm hold on” you quickly say before looking around the room. “shit, shit….” you whisper before hopping into the shower.

Justin looks at you surprised. “What t-” you quickly cover his mouth. “Okay come in!” You say nervously, as you felt water run down your clothes.

You took off your hand as the both of you remain silent. You hear the door unlock. “Sorry, I’ll be quick…” she says as you hear her rummaging for her phone, suddenly she pauses.

“Y/N? Did you change your shampoo? It smells like-”

“Sorry Sel, can’t really hear you I have shampoo in my ears!” You say nervously, immediately cutting her off.

“Oh ok…I guess I’ll call you later! Thanks again!” She says suspiciously. You closed your eyes holding your breath waiting for her to close the door. Suddenly you hear the door click. You and Justin let the water rain on the both of you for a few minutes until you heard the front door close. After a couple of minutes of silence, Justin turns off the shower before turning to you.

“That was close…” Justin says, before running his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah it was….” you say before taking a gulp. You just realized that you two were in the shower and he was naked. You felt your heart race and your stomach turn. You began to stare at him well more like observe him as you stared at his jawline, his lips, his shoulders, his abs, you didn’t even realize how creepy you were being but you couldn’t help it he was fine as hell.

“Eyes up here” he says smirking, interrupting your thoughts. You immediately look up as your cheeks become to redden. You didn’t even notice how closei you were to seeing….his thing.

“Shut up!” You say defensively as you cross your arms before looking away.

“I’m kidding…” Justin says chuckling. You roll your eyes at him, with your face still turned away trying to hide your embarassement. “Let’s just wait 5 minutes, just to be sure she’s completely gone.

You felt like you were being stared at, you turn towards Justin staring at….? You watch the direction of his eyes, you look down to where he was looking at and realized it was your breasts. You’ve forgotten that you wearing white, you felt your cheeks redden as you also realized you forgot a bra so your nipples were piercing through your blouse.

"Justin!” You yell causing him to quickly look up. You cross your arms trying to cover as much as possible. His face blushes as he chuckles. “What?” He says pretending to be dumbfounded. “You’re unbelievable,”“ you say before rolling your eyes. Suddenly Justin walks towards you, you felt your heart begin to race. What the hell does he think he’s doing? You thought to yourlsef. He’s body is so close to you that your breasts are touching his chest and you can feel his breath. You couldn’t move, your back hit the wall as he places his hands on your waist, locking you in place.

You began to feel butterflies in your stomach, and your breaths became shorter. Justin looks at you one last time before placing his lips onto yours. You were shocked at first, as you didn’t move your lips. He was about to pull away but you quickly wrap your arms around his neck as you begin to kiss him back. You felt him smile through the kiss.

It was an intense makeout session. You knew this was wrong but at the time it felt right. Justin begins to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw, neck to your collarbone. You let out a moan. Justin tugs on your shirt motioning he wanted your shirt off. You make an attempt to take of your shirt which was sort of difficult considering your shirt was wet. Justin chuckles as he rips your shirt instead. At this point you didn’t really care, you just wanted Justin.

"Damn, you’re beautiful…” he whispers causing you to blush.

Enjoy!

Note: bathroom scene was taken from PLL but I changed the concept. I do not take any credit.

[dejavudrew-blog]

“I can’t jack off to a picture of your FACE” // REQUESTED // Justin Bieber fake text

sorry it took me so long!!

[imaginethisdarling]

“Nobody Deserves This” Part 2.

“Alright, let’s see how much did your baby boy grew. Did you pick the name yet, Y/N?” Doctor Kate asked Y/n as she pressed the ultrasound transducer on her lower belly.

“No” Y/n’s answer was quick and short as she turned her head backwards, facing the monitor.

Soon her baby boy was seen on the screen and her heart beat immediately got quicker as a big smile took a place on her face.

“Here’s the heartbeat.” Doctor said and within the second Y/n could hear his fast heartbeat, it was like a song to her ears, and her smile only grew wider.

“He is one healthy boy. Let’s see his head. Yeah, okay, it’s growing perfectly, so are his arms and legs. Oh look at his little fingers.”

“It looks like he’s waving.”  Y/n said, looking at her baby. She couldn’t believe she was already seven months pregnant, it flew by like in a dream. It feels like only yesterday she found out, like only yesterday she was heartbroken but decided to move one.

“So everything is okay?” Y/n asked, just to be sure.

Doctor Kate smile and nodded. “Your baby is in perfect shape, he is perfectly growing and his organs are developing very well. Here, let’s just take few picture so you can take them home.”

“There you go, now you can wipe yourself off.” Y/n took the paper towels the nurse offered her and wiped herself off. She pulled her shirt down and got off the bed.

Doctor Kate was now sitting at her desk, filling the papers about her baby’s weight and all the important things.

Once she was done she, she looked up from her papers and gave Y/n her photos. “Here you go Y/n. Our next appointment will be in two week exactly, now don’t worry nothing is wrong and I am not keeping any secrets or anything. But since you entered your third trimester, we want to be very careful.”

Y/n nodded and took the pictures. She thanked the doctor and the nurse and left the office. Outside the doors her father was waiting for her.

As soon as she walked out he stood up. “And how is my grandson doing?” Y/F/N asked.

“The doctor said he is doing very well, everything is fine and I have an appointment in two weeks.” He nodded and they started walking out of the hospital.

As soon as they reached the doors they noticed the paparazzi. Since her breakup she wasn’t seen in public, she always hid, especially because of her baby.

She wasn’t sure how they knew she would be here. She turned around looking at her father with concern in her eyes. He knew exactly what caused that pain in her eyes.

He still didn’t know, Justin didn’t have a clue that he will become a father in less than two months. Twice he came by her house, but her parents didn’t let him anywhere near, especially her dad.

She decided not to tell him and would love to keep it that way. But if the take one picture of her now, he will see it, he will know, and then, only problems can start.

“Maybe I could go out through the back door, and you wait for me there?” Y/n asked with the tears in her eyes. If she ever had to tell him, which she would, she didn’t want it to be this way, even after everything.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you know they will follow my car and eventually see you. I mean we can try, but I am warning you, there is still a risk.” Y/F/N said.

Y/n nodded and said “Yeah, okay, I am going to go out through the back door and you wait for me there.” Her father only nodded and she started walking towards the back.

She passed few nurses giving her questioning looks, like they recognized her and when they saw her belly, theirs eyes widened out in shook. She started walking faster, not wanting to be stopped by anyone.

She could already imagine them tweeting as soon as they get home about her pregnancy and that only made her walk faster and put her head lower.

Soon she was at the back door and just like her father said, paparazzi followed his car and were now waiting either on him to answer the questions or her, or both.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and breathed out. She found some courage deep down and pushed that door open.

When she opened the door nobody really paid attention, to what she was thankful. But as she took few more steps, some of them heard her and turned their head around like they were the predators and she was the pray.

In two steps they surrounded her and she was started to get anxious. She never dealt with anxiety, but now, not only her life was in danger but her baby’s was too. Soon her father stepped out of the car and pushed few people aside and grabbed her and pulled her towards the car.

When the car doors closed she could still hear their voices, asking her about Justin, the baby, is it his, does he know, what gender is it, when it’s your due.

She had to cover her ears as she put her head down. The car started and so did her tears. It wasn’t the first time she was mobbed, but she was never the center of it, now she was, and it felt awful. She only wanted to lay in her bed and watch Netflix.

Y/n felt her father’s hand on her shoulder as he tried to calm her down. Through the whole car ride she was crying, only now with her face in her palms.

Once the car stopped, she rushed out of the car, running towards the doors. Surprisingly her mother was already waiting there, with her arms open, which only could mean she was already on the news.

She threw herself into her arms and cried some more on her shoulders. Her mother carried her inside and sat with her on the couch.

“Shh, don’t cry honey, it’s not good for the baby. You have to calm down, I know honey, I know it’s hard, but there’s another life you have to think about now.”

Y/M/N said as she pat Y/n on her back, Y/n nodded into the crack of her neck and started breathing deeply. She didn’t need much to calm down.

“Now let me make you a tea while you put on anything you kids watch these days.” Y/n pulled away from her mother with a smile on her face. She loved how sometimes she couldn’t act more like a parent.

Her mother got up and made her way towards the kitchen while Y/n laid on the couch, pulling her favorite rose patterned blanked over herself, while she fondled her belly.

She could hear her father entering the house, but he proceeded into his office. But before he did he stopped at the doors and asked, “Better?” Y/n turned her head and nodded.

She went through Netflix and looked what she could watch now, in past few months she went through everything. And then “13 Reasons Why” popped up. She read the book and was the big fan of the author, but she wasn’t sure if it was the right time to watch it.

In the end she decided to watch The Vampire Diaries all over again. Her mother came back with the cup of her favorite tea. As she placed it on the table she said “I am going to be outside, in the garden. If you need something, your father is in his office, but you can always yell out for me too.”

Y/n nodded and turned her focus onto young Elena, who was in some way just like her. Innocent at the beginning before her life got flipped-turned upside down.

She was in the middle of the episode when the bell rang. “I got it.” She yelled before anyone could get the door. It was probably Michelle, she promised to come by today after she is done shopping.

The bell rang again, few more times and she got frustrated. “I am coming, Jesus.” She yelled as she made her way towards the doors.

As she opened them she froze in place. There wasn’t Michelle, no he was there, standing furious. “Justin?” that was all she could say. She could feel the knot forming in her throat, she wasn’t able to breather and she had to swallow the tears.

“So when were you planning on telling me?” His voice was low, steady but threatening and furious. Y/n moved away from the doors, letting him in. Since it was time to have an adult conversation, she didn’t plan on having it on her doors.

He quickly stepped in and with two steps he was inside the living room, turning around to face her. “I want answers, now.” He demanded.

Y/n walked pass him and sat down on the couch, she showed him to sit on the sofa across her. She was scared to have this conversation, many times in her head she had it, but it never turned out right, and it was never easy.

“What do you want to know?” Y/n asked with the tears in her eyes, looking him in his eyes. “Is it mine?” Justin asked.

She wanted to get up and punch him in his face how much this question angered her. “Who else’s would it be? I am not the one going around sticking my dick into other people cunts.” Y/n raised her voice.

She could tell Justin wasn’t expecting that kind of answer, nor that kind of tone, but it still annoyed him. “I apologized didn’t I? You were the one that-”

“Oh yeah I am sorry, you apologized, well how rude of me. I mean that should be enough to fix a broken heart or soul. I mean I am so sorry.”

“Y/n don’t start again. I told you I was sorry.”

“And I told you I couldn’t see you again.”

“But I am not the one hiding our child from you.”

Y/n was surprised. “Oh it’s our child now? What did the brunet left you? Where you too much for her? Or did she just realized what you actually are?”

Justin took a deep breath, visibly annoyed. “Y/n please, can we leave that behind, just for now? Yes I cheated, and if I could take back time I would and I would slap myself across the face as hard as I could, or I would have anyone else do it for me. But please can we focus on the baby.”

“Yes we can, but don’t act like it wasn’t your fault ever again, or like I made you do it or anything remotely like that. This baby is a boy, seven months old, supposed to be delivered on 29th of June. He is healthy as he can be.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Justin whispered.

Y/n took a deep breath. “You have to understand me, I know it’s not right from me to take away your right of knowing about him or later taking care of him. But I just couldn’t push myself to hear your voice nor see your face. You hurt me Justin, deeply hurt me and I just couldn’t run back to you. It was too hard.”

Justin run his hand through his hear, inhaling deeply. “I can’t say I am okay with that, but I understand you. But you have to know, from now on, I want to be as included as possible. I want to go the doctor’s appointments with you. I want to be there when he is born and I want to be there while he is growing up, as much as I can. Because I know how that feels.”

Y/n had to swallow her tears as she nod. Her body tensed up as she felt the well-known kick. She smile “Come here.” She said and Justin quickly got up and sat next to her.

She took his hand and placed it on her belly, and soon she could feel another kick and another. Justin’s face lighted up and he looked into Y/n’s face, she shyly smile but looked away. Too much memories and too much pain to be forgotten nor forgiven.

Part One

Part two as i promissed.