#malee doing karaoke: SWEAT BABY SWEAT~

[lovespowermoved]

  while malee has 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠 & 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠, one her her hidden favorites is her nightclub "TIMESLOST" that only plays 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 2000'𝒔 -80'𝒔 lmao. it has 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑜𝑘𝑒 & free drinks to people who participate in karaoke or danceoffs lmao

[lavishedinjimin]

Crybaby - 3 (m)

— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.

alt: Jungkook doesn’t want to leave you.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genre: smut, fluff

↳ rating: r-18/18+

↳ word count: 12k

↳ warnings: the usual dom!jk x sub! reader, ddlg themes, reader is small in height, degrading terms, he’s aggressive this chapter YIKES, jungkook gets turned on seeing you cry, manhandling, uses of rope and a vibrator, kinky sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, rough intercourse, jk’s a sadist, throat fucking, dirty talk, teasing, very possessive jk, and aftercare!!! there’s also some tooth melting fluff to (hopefully) balance everything out ;)

A/n: Before anything else, I want to repeat saying that everything written here is purely fictional, consensual, and doesn’t mirror the mentioned artists’ personality in real life.

Jungkook thinks you’re the most adorable person in the entire world.

“How did you even fall in love with me?” you ask innocently, resting your head on his lap as you both let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. You didn’t even want to watch it in the first place but of course, a little bit of his desperate ‘please’ and puppy eyes always wins your meek heart.

He wraps his hand around your jaw, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. Giggling from the sudden impromptu kiss, you feel his soft, supple lips fondle with your own so gingerly. His grip on you tightens before he pulls away with a smirk, noticing the blush on your cheeks.

“So suddenly, baby?” Jungkook mutters as he feeds you a spoonful of Reese’s ice cream he holds in one hand. Looking down at your endearing face, he replies, “Don’t you remember our arcade date? That’s when I confessed my love to you.”

“Yeah, but…” you ponder, “Did you plan it all along?”

Jungkook shuts his eyes before giggling, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. Watching black strands of hair fall down right in front of his eyes as you gaze at him in confusion. Jungkook just sits there. “Well, there’s this exact moment when I knew that I just had to make you mine.”

With your eyes slowly expanding, you try to hide the smile that was slowly creeping up your face. He places the spoon inside the tub, letting his hand stroke your delicate cheek. “Wanna know what it was, baby girl?”

The way how fast you nodded your head was a little bit embarrassing. He grins nonetheless, “So…”

*flashback*

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s arm snakes around your waist before he tugs you closer to him. He gazes down at you with a smile before he points to the shelf full of toys and stuffed animals. “Which one do you like?”

Gulping, you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Why?”

He doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Because I’m gonna win as many tickets as I possibly can to get it for you.”

You didn’t know how to respond for your shyness takes over you once again. On the other hand, Jungkook finds this so charming about you.

“The pink penguin…perhaps?” you mumble.

Jungkook immediately walks closer to approach the male employee behind the counter and inquires, “Excuse me, but how many tickets to get that penguin over there?”

You giggle as you watch how serious he looked as if talking about a huge business deal with his arms crossed together.

The man replies with a bright smile, “1500 tickets, that is!”

“That’s a lot—” you exhale.

“Let’s go, Y/n!” he abruptly pulls you by the arm and tugs you along with him, “I’m gonna get that lil�� penguin for you, baby.”

Your heart swells at the petname. It wasn’t his first time saying it, you just can’t get used to it.

Even though this was the fifth date, the post-nervousness was still there. Before he picked you up from work, your hands were sweating bizarrely. It wasn’t like you weren’t comfortable with him, no, you were always at ease when you’re with him. The reason for the nervousness was you haven’t been in a relationship with someone for so long, and Jungkook has his bars set up high. 

Plus, it was overwhelming in a good way; Jungkook was the confident type and he likes to display how much he adores you – either in private or public places, he didn’t care. As long as he can properly show how much he likes you.  

The arcade has a very 80s feel to it, with a color scheme of mostly red, yellow, and blue. It was lively and has a fun atmosphere going around. Children were running around with their parents, eager to search for another machine to take over, teenage boys were competing against each other in a game of Tekken, and a lot of girls were having a blast inside the Karaoke rooms. 

While time goes on in the arcade, you never realized that he was super competitive. “Y/n, I’m gonna beat this record, watch me.” He says in a deep tone as though wanting to sound serious, stretching his arms to prepare for the punching machine.

“Are you sure?” you chuckle as you hold all of you two’s well-earned tickets from the past hours, “The record is 877. Are you even strong enough?”

You could’ve sworn to yourself that it was an innocent, genuine question. But Jungkook, on the other hand, turns behind to look at you with those dark yet sensual eyes. He precipitously cracks his knuckles, succeeding to intimidate you.

“What a weird question, Y/n,” he says sarcastically with a smirk daubed on his face, “I don’t think you know how powerful I am, babe.”

As soon as those words left his lips, he turns back around in a flash, swinging his right arm with all his might until his fist crashes against the punching bag. You let out a loud gasp, mouth forming into a beaming wide grin as the machine slightly thuds from the harsh impact.

Still, he doesn’t look at the score and he looks at you with a cocky grin, boldly spreading his arms out.

“Kook—” you snort.

“What did I tell you, Y/n? I’m the strongest man you know.”

“Sure but,” you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing too loud, “You s-scored 878!”

Jungkook whips around instantly. Surely, surely he didn’t win by only 1 single point! He groans and stomps his foot like a little child. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You couldn’t control your laughter anymore as you reach out to him, hugging his body from behind. Jungkook throws his head back in despair while he places his hands on top of yours. Your hug felt warm and soft, feeling your cheek pressed up against him. Jungkook turns you around until he was face to face with you.

“You’re so small,” he practically whispers underneath his breath. He places his long, slender index finger below your chin and tilts your head up. Then with his other hand, he uses it to remove the lost strands of hair away from your face. “So fucking cute.”

You can’t help but look away as your body freezes in place. And once again, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a little ball and hide from everyone from how tough he was staring at you. There was a fuzzy, fiery feeling going on inside your system that you can’t seem to handle.

“Nuh-uh, keep those pretty eyes on me.” He applies just the right amount of force on your chin and angles your head to look up.

Your breathing almost stops at that single sentence.

Jungkook looked like as if numerous of thoughts were running through his brain. His eyes were not only fixated on yours but were darting all over. He memorizes the pattern on your face; the distance between your nose to your mouth, the little creases near your eyes, your moles, and even the little pimples you had on your temples, he thinks you’re so beautiful. Too beautiful to handle.

‘How can a person look so perfect?’ He asks himself.

“Kook?”

Oh, how soft your voice is. His mouth curves into a gentle smile for he can’t help himself but pull you closer.

“Hm?”

“People are staring.”

Jungkook scoffs quietly, “Let them stare, Y/n. This is our world and they’re just living in it.”

You had a tough, long day at work and this date really made your day better. You were laughing and having fun with Jungkook the whole time, experiencing one of the most enjoyable days you’ve ever had. It was as if all of your problems went away whenever you’re with him. You and he played almost every game in the arcade, except for the Dance Dance machine which was sadly under maintenance. You were really looking forward to beating him in Dance Revolution because he insists that he’s a good dancer. He has yet to prove that to you! 

“Yes! I won!” You yelled, turning your hands into a fist after successfully beating Jungkook at the Hockey table. He chuckles when you stuck your tongue out at him like a child.

“I obviously allowed you to win that one, babe,” he playfully rolls his eyes. “I mean, you have to win at least something, right?”

“Hey!” you pout, treading heavily to his side. Jungkook gawks down at you with his brows raised. “I won because I’m good at it, okay?”

“Aww,” he teases, “Alright then little one. Say whatever you want.”

“You’re so,” you gulp, “so m-mean.”

Jungkook looks around the arcade, zooming his eyes all over the place until he spots an ice-cream seller just outside the building.

An idea pops up inside his mind.

“I’ll treat you some ice cream, how’s that?”

He notices how your eyes glimmer as if little shining stars replaced your pupils. You nod frantically.

“Yeah? Alright, wait for me here, okay? And in the meantime, how about you turn in all of our tickets, and let’s see if we can get the penguin stuffie.”

“Okay,” you jitter excitedly, holding the stack of tickets tighter. You watch him walk out of the area, catching the way he pulls out his black leather wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

Making your way down the hallway to the main entrance where the ticket eaters are, you smile at a couple of strangers who had their eyes on you. When you arrived, you can’t take your eyes off of the shelves full of plushies. Especially the pink penguin that you were after. You had an instinct to squint your eyes at the toy as if having a little staring contest with it while the machine consumes and counts all of the tickets.

After a little while, you hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name.

“Y/n!” he shouts, holding up two cookies and cream ice cream cones, “come, come!”

You sprinted. You didn’t know why you were so excited to get the ice cream, leaving the tickets counting all alone behind you.

“Yaaay! Ice cr—oomph!” 

There was a step slightly higher towards the exit and your feet immediately collides against it. Like a quick wisp of air, your body smashes upon the hard, cold cemented floor. A loud, painful cry escapes your lips as you close your eyes, trying to endure the building pain on your forearms and knees.

‘This is so embarrassing!’ you say in your mind, struggling to regain your composure. 

People around you looked, some tried to hide their obvious laughter by covering their mouths, but none helped.

Jungkook saw everything. Quickly handing the ice cream back to the vendor, saying that ‘he’ll come back for it’, he dashes to where you are and handles your fallen body with utmost care.

“Hey, hey baby,” he whispers, placing his hands on your underarms to lift you up with ease, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His heart drops to his stomach right when you looked up at him with your big, teary eyes.

“Oh god,” Jungkook’s voice weakens, “No, no, don’t cry baby girl, don’t cry…”

You were so humiliated. You shouldn’t have run so fast like that, you should’ve watched your step! Now everyone will look at you weirdly!

Whimpering when Jungkook makes you walk, you shake your head to show that it hurts as you try to hold back your tears. “Ohh, Y/n,” he sighs before he lifts you up, and carries you to a nearby brown bench just outside the arcade. He crouches before you, “Does your knees hurt, hmm?” his hands caress your exposed legs up and down, trying his best to soothe you.

Biting your lip, you nod slowly.

“Aw, goodness,” he leans closer to you and kisses your forehead, “What did you do, huh? You should’ve been more careful and watched your step.” He clicks his tongue, making a ‘tsk’ sound, “Good thing there’s no scratches.”

The stern, strict tone of his voice caused you to look away and hang your head low. “S-Sorry…” you sniffed.

A single tear flows out of your right eye and it slowly treads down your cheek. Jungkook was quick to notice, wiping your tear away with his thumb. “Hey, it’s okay baby.” He reaches your hand and gives it a little kiss, “Don’t cry now, hmm? Look at me,” he tilts your head up with a single finger underneath your chin, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re okay, you’re with me.”

You only stared at him with glossy eyes, not giving a reply. However, Jungkook’s mind comes up with a plan. “Wait here Y/n, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“No!” you whine, shaking your head. Your hands grab onto his muscular biceps as you try to pull him closer.

He chuckles quietly and holds your face in his big, warm hands, his eyes staring deep into yours. “I won’t be going far, baby girl, I’m not leaving you alone, yeah? Stay here for me, I’ll be back in a quick second.” With a final kiss on top of your head, he shuffles back inside the arcade, leaving you alone on the bench while the soft, supple air kisses your skin. The wind whooshes your hair to one side, causing a few strands to get caught in your mouth. You hiked your knees up to your stomach, hugging yourself in search of comfort.

You never want to go inside that arcade ever again.

A few moments have passed and you see Jungkook walking back to you with a huge grin on his face, hands behind his back as if hiding something.

Your mood instantly picks up again when he surprises you with the soft, pink penguin stuffie, handing it over to you with a big smile. You eagerly reached your arms out to grab for the toy, but he doesn’t give it to you just yet. 

“Uh-uh, promise me you won’t be sad anymore?”

“I promise!” you giggle, eyes laid still on the penguin. “Gimme!”

“Right,” he sighs amusingly, “Here you go, babe.” Jungkook laughs from how fast you snatched the stuffie away from him. He looks at you with love as you cuddled the toy in your arms, pressing your cheeks against it.

In the meantime, he leaves you to get the ice creams that the vendor was still keeping an eye on the entire time. Jungkook pays him and apologizes for the wait, before coming back to you with two cones in each hand.

“Ice cream,” he gives you your cone, “for my crybaby.”

Jungkook, somehow – as crazy as it may sound – feels his chest warming up from the sight of you. How come he likes seeing you this way? Something about taking care of you drives his heart pounding. Was it because you look so cute, yet so vulnerable? Or was it his caretaking, nurturing personality that was beginning to emerge? Whatever it was, Jungkook was fond of it.

Jungkook walks you back home, his hand intertwined with yours, while you carry your penguin toy that you named Perry. 

“Perry?” Jungkook chuckles amusingly, “Like Perry the Platypus?” 

“Nope!” you shake your head with a serious glint in your face, “Perry the Pink Penguin!” 

“Well that’s just horrific.” 

The air around the two of you was great – it wasn’t hot nor cold either. You two had little sweet talks and short conversations here and there as your shoes brush along the paved sidewalks.

When you both end up in your doorstep, you bid Jungkook goodbye. “Thank you for today, Kook,” you speak shyly, “And um, for this—” you refer to the penguin stuffie. He chuckles but not a word has been spoken. So you continue, “I-I also want to say sorry… for uh… because you had to see me cry…”

“No, no, it’s alright with me,” Jungkook quickly reassures you, enveloping your small figure into a hug, leaning down so that his chin rests on top of your head. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact, uh, Y/n?”

You raise your brows, pulling out of the hug to stare at him, “Yeah?”

Jungkook gulps the ball that has been formed in his throat, looking away from your beautiful face for a moment before recollecting his thoughts, “I’ve…I’ve thought about this for a while now. Like a really long time.”

You listen with your mouth slightly agape, watching him get a little flustered.

“I really really fucking like you, Y/n. I know you know that already.”

Your heart beats a little faster.

“And I want to spend more time with you. There’s not a day where I don’t think about you. Almost every second of my mind is filled with you and your pretty smile. I w-want to treat you and take care of you everyday without having to think twice. So, uh, if you want can you…can you be my girl—”

“Yes!”

Jungkook was taken aback from your quick reply. His eyes slightly expand as the corner of his lips curve up, “Yes?”

“Yes! I-I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Jungkook’s heart was filled with joy and ecstasy for he was so glad that you felt the same way. He lifts your body up and spins you around, causing you to squeal and hold onto his shoulders.

“You’re mine now, Y/n. Fucking finally.”

*end of flashback*

“What do you mean?! So the entire time we were playing games at that arcade… the moment you fell in love with me was when I cried because I tripped?!” You bellowed, sitting up straight on the couch as Jungkook laughs his ass off from your reaction.

“Well, obviously it’s not only that! That moment just sticks to my mind a lot. You’re too adorable when you cry.” Jungkook smirks on the last sentence, having two meanings behind it. 

You huff, standing up to head to the bedroom. “Hey, where are you going baby?” With him still giggling, he tries to catch your arm.

“Bedroom! I’m scared of Edward Scissorhands. You’re weird, Jungkook.”

“I’ll be with you after I finish my ice cream!”

Being a graphic designer can be challenging yet enjoyable at the same time. You get to do what you love which was drawing and editing digital photos, yet the only downfall was that you had to work in an office building. Being an introvert, having a lot of people around your workplace was a lot to get used to.

But thankfully, you have Jimin.

Not only is he one of your best friends, but he was also a senior designer who is assigned to you – his inferior.

Sometimes you two can’t even get a single thing done because all you both did was fool around your office, instead of him guiding you and teaching you the ropes.

“Hey, Y/n!” Jimin gleams as he walks inside the office room, hands in his pockets. He was wearing black fitted pants and a white long-sleeved shirt tucked inside. “Have you ate yet?”

You stretch your arms out, twisting your body side to side to crack your bones. “Uh, yeah! I ate two cups of ramen before you got here.”

He smiles at you, “That’s good. Anyway, are we still working on the designs for our Christmas calendar?” Jimin sits across from you, eyeing all of the scattered papers filled with colorful drawings.

“Mhm! This is my fourth edit. Director didn’t like my designs,” you pout.

“That’s why you need my help, Y/n.” He speaks slowly with his eyes squinting, enunciating his words, “Me and no one else.”

“Sure.” You roll your eyes.

“That’s no way to talk to your superior!”

Meanwhile, Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay when he gets stuck in the long traffic. He was on the way to your office building to pick you up from work, but of course, it just had to be a busy Monday today. No cars were moving even a single inch, the whole highway motionless that causes Jungkook to zone out a little bit.

Zoning out isn’t a good move for Jungkook for he tends to think about the most ridiculous, absurd things ever.

But suddenly, as if his thoughts were infatuated by a demon, the image of your sobbing, fucked-out face flashes in his mind. He unconsciously bites on his lower lip, remembering how much your little body shuddered, and how you keep withering around the bed from even the slightest of touch.

“Shit,” Jungkook breathes out, feeling uncomfortable in his seat. He shuffles around until he finds a good position, sensing a tightness in his pants. He recalls how he got so turned on just from your sensitivity, the way you were whimpering and trying your best to hold back your tears.

Knowing that he’s the only person that can make you cry from having sex really strokes his ego. Before he had you, he didn’t know that he had a kink for making his significant other cry during intercourse. 

It may be just the sadistic side of him getting fueled up whenever he sees your tears, he can’t explain how much it drives him wild.

Jungkook smirks while he rests his elbow on the car door as his fingers play with his lip. He’s cocky about the fact that he can make you sob and quiver like that. Make you turn so fucking submissive and obedient for him, letting him take over and control your frail, poor body.

He remembers the first time he discovers your filthy kinks and fantasies, how baffled he was to know that an innocent, shy girl like you can be so wild. It was always the ones you don’t expect to have a freaky side.

Jungkook grunts as his hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter, knuckles turning white. He chuckles to himself as the raging boner hardens beneath his black ripped jeans, almost being a little too painful to bear. He hears your cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, the way you whimpered so cutely every time, your sobs growing louder and louder, he loves those noises. Thankfully, the traffic eases up and cars finally move.

“Oh, Y/n,” Jungkook mutters whilst shaking his head, “What an angel you are.”

If it weren’t for the traffic lights that always reminded him to slow down, Jungkook would’ve driven in light-speed just to see you again. His dirty thoughts that won’t go away was making him impatient and hornier. 

When he successfully arrives at the building, he speed-walks to the elevator, heading to the second floor. Jungkook taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms together. “Fucking hell,” he grunts as his mind keeps repeating images of your cute body trying to take his dick, how your legs shake, or the way your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open from the pleasure he was giving you. He sighs with a little grin on his face, “Why am I like this?”

The door opens and he makes his way to your area, knowing which hallways and turns he has to make thanks from his previous visits. He makes long, quick strides until he finally reaches your office.

But the excited smile that was once planted in his face fades away when he spots you from outside the window, with Jimin behind you. Jungkook feels his body tense when Jimin leans his body from behind, his arms trapping your upper body with his cheek pressed against your face.

“What the fuck?”

Jungkook’s blood boils and he feels himself getting enraged. Why were you letting him touch you like that? He knows that Jimin’s only a friend, but he was not supposed to act all touchy like that with a girl who’s already taken. It made Jungkook furious to see some other man holding his girl like that – for he was supposed to be the only one. The only arms that are supposed to wrap around your body are his.

He tries to calm down. Jungkook really does attempt to calm down but his nerves don’t stop heating up. With a shaky exhale, he grabs his phone from his back pocket and calls your number to test if you’ll pick up.

“Oh, wait, is that your phone?” Jimin asks, “Someone’s calling you.”

You giggle while you make your way to the desk while dragging Jimin behind you. Your phone displayed Jungkook’s name – although it made your heart skip a beat – you declined the call.

“Huh,” Jungkook scoffs, smirking wrathfully. He doesn’t even try to wonder why you didn’t pick up. He feels irritated and all the flirty, playful mood he once had was gone in a single moment.

You jump in surprise when the door swings open, revealing a very angry Jungkook making his way to your desk. Jimin instantly distances himself away from you.

“B-Babe!” you laugh nervously, palms getting sweaty. You quickly glance at Jimin, sending him a worried look before turning your attention back to Jungkook. Your boyfriend stands tall across the desk with his arms crossed, glaring at you with a lifted eyebrow. “You’re here e-early!”

He doesn’t reply.

Unwillingly, you clasp your hands behind your back and your head hangs low from Jungkook’s intimidating, hard glare, falling right into submission. You gulp from the immense tension that builds up in the room.

“Uh…I’ll be heading off—” Jimin says, making his way to the exit but Jungkook doesn’t speak a single word to him, nor to you. 

You take this chance to gather all of your belongings, packing your laptop, tablet, and shoving all of your papers inside your tote bag in a rush. 

“So we’re allowed to let other people touch us, hmm, Y/n?” He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. His head was tilted up although his gaze looks down on you. 

“I-It doesn’t mean anything!” you feel your knees getting wobbly, wanting to just disappear from the harsh look he was giving you. 

He rolls his eyes, “Of fucking course it doesn’t. But tell me, Y/n, if it were the other way around. If you saw some other girl’s face pressed against fucking mine while she had her arms around me, would you like it?” With your feet shuffling against the floor in fear, you look away from him. “Huh? Would you like seeing some other girl in your place?” 

“No.” 

“No. That’s correct. So I have the right to be fucking angry.” 

Jungkook rushes forward, “Why didn’t you answer your phone, hmm?” he slams his hand on the desk, causing you to gasp. “Y/n?”

While your eyes look down on the ground, you can hear the heel of his boots clicking against the floor, walking closer to you. The air that surrounds the two of you immediately thickens, and you weren’t a fan of the tense atmosphere at all.

“I was w-working—”

“Bullshit.” He grips your jaw tightly in one hand, forcing you to angle your head up and look at him. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Your heart clenches and drops down to the floor from the stringent attitude of his voice. You mewl when he tightens his grip and feverishly rattles your head side to side. “Use your fucking words.”

“I…w-was…” you stammer, “talking with Jimin.” Instant regret fills your mind and body for even being so close with Jimin when you should’ve answered his call. “I’m sorry—!”

“Save your sorry’s for later. I won’t be accepting your apologies soon enough, brat.”

He releases his grip on you and walks away without sparing you another glance. “We’ve been together for so long, Y/n. Haven’t you learned that I don’t like it when other men oggle you up?” Jungkook turns back around, lifting the hems of his long-sleeves so that it exposes his forearms. “If I wasn’t here, you would’ve allowed him to keep touching you like that, right? Yes or no?” 

You immediately shake your head, “N-No!” 

“No? Really...” he laughs darkly, “Please, Y/n, I wasn’t born yesterday. Since he’s ‘just a friend’ I still think you would’ve let him touch you. I know you, I see right past your fucking lies.” 

He wasn’t wrong, and you feel so guilty. So guilty that all you wanted to do was to hug him and apologize, but you know that it isn’t easy. 

“Head down to the car. Don’t make me wait for you because if not, I’m gonna fucking leave you here.” He brushes his long hair back and with that, he was gone.

A chill came running down your spine and you immediately follow right behind his footsteps.

The car ride back home was quiet and you didn’t like the silence at all. You were trying to force yourself to talk, say sorry so that everything will hopefully go back to normal. But there was as if a thick wall separating the two of you.

“Babe?” you whisper meekly, your hand nervously playing with the hem of your thigh-high stockings. Jungkook clenches his jaw yet he doesn’t respond.

A pout creeps up your lips instinctively, “I’m really really sorry…”

No response.

You feel a heavy burden in your heart, upsetting you even more because he was giving you the silent treatment. Jungkook has never ignored you like this before, not even in your most heated argument. Looking at his face in hopes that he’ll at least give you a single glance, you depict how his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes straight ahead on the road. “Kook, please talk to me—”

Your words got cut off when the engine suddenly roars loudly and the car accelerates, your body going in a state of shock as Jungkook shifts the gear. He steps on the pedal and the car goes from a steady 60 to 80 miles per hour.

“Jungkook! S-Slow down!” your left hand reaches out to grab a hold of his own hand, but he was quick to shove it away, leaving you sad and whining in your seat.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “The faster we get back home, the quicker I can punish you.” He says without looking at you.

Your core jumps and twists at his demeaning words, feeling confused yet excited at the same time. Unintentionally, you clench your thighs together as his hot, sultry voice resonates throughout the car.

“You can smile all you want right now baby,” he mutters, “Gonna wipe that cheeky little grin on your face later when I force your orgasms out of you.”

“Put your hands against the wall,” Jungkook immediately commands after he drags you to his bedroom. He stands tall behind you, watching your poor figure slowly obeying his words. His lips curve up when he studies your body, already trembling in fear. This feeds unto his primal, dominant desires to take over you and ruin you. Your little hands touch the cold walls with your back slightly arched, already knowing what’s about to come.

Jungkook’s dick throbs in just the sight of the combination of your skirt and thigh-highs. He doesn’t hesitate to firmly grasp your ass cheek below the flimsy material with his big hand, causing a whimper to fall off your lips. “Look at this fucking outfit you have,” he muses, “If it weren’t for that sweater you have on, I would’ve said that you look so much like a fucking slut.”

“Jungkook—”

He suddenly blows a hard slap, “That’s not my name. Huh, you really wanna disobey daddy?”

You whimper, “N-No.”

He hikes your skirt up to expose more of your plump ass, landing another harsh spank that caused your body to jolt, eyes fluttering shut from the sting. “No? Isn’t it disrespectful to ignore daddy’s phone-calls?” he hits your ass again, harder, his muscles flexing. “Tell me, what was Jimin doing that he just need to fucking put his hands all over you with his head so fucking close to yours, huh?”

Your eyes instantly start to become glossy from the solid, rough slaps on your tender ass cheeks. Chewing on your bottom lip, you try your best to cover your little sniffs.

Within a quick second, Jungkook flips you around until your back was pressed firmly against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat. You hitch your breath up from the aggressive behavior, how his eyes were quick to scan your body up and down like a predator. “You’re not gonna answer me?” he scoffs, “Fucking god – you love to make daddy mad, don’t you? Acting like such a bitch.”

Furiously shaking your head side to side, you disagree with his statement. Jungkook is scary when he’s angry – even though it can be seen as hot sometimes – you never want to make him mad on purpose!

“T-That’s not true, daddy!” your bottom lip faintly quivers as your eyes can’t seem to focus on him.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise up, giving you a mocking expression, “Ohh really, baby?” the grip on your throat tightens, making you gasp for air, “You don’t like making me angry? When in fact that I know you like being punished like this. You like daddy manhandling your frail, little body, and letting him ruin it in every possible way. Are you gonna lie and tell me that that isn’t true, hm? ”

You didn’t know what to answer. Your chest heaves up and down in panic while you release a quiet, little mewl in desperation. Jungkook – somehow – finds that adorable; how your big, teary eyes look up at him in utter fear of what’s about to come.

He smirks as he leans down to your height, your faces so close to each other as his lips barely graze against yours. You can feel his hot breath upon you, the warmness of his body resonating. 

With a low, almost gravelly voice, he asks you; “Do you not talk?”

Those words seem awfully familiar…

Gulping nervously, you tremble, “I-I can…”

“You can? Sorry darling, I just needed to make sure because you seem to be silent every time I ask a goddamn question. Now, get on the fucking bed.”

Jungkook watches you scramble and obey his command, the cold mattress rubs against your skin from the air conditioning. He stands at the edge of the bed, watching you with primal eyes. “Undress.”

“W-What?”

“I said what I said. Strip,” he crosses his arms, revealing his toned biceps, “Leave your skirt and stockings on. Remove everything except those.”

You can’t seem to look at his eyes because you were afraid that you were going to melt when you do so. You tug your sweater up, your skin exposing to the air that surrounds the two of you, followed by your bra. Your boyfriend sees your cute hardened nipples, making him smirk a little bit.

“Now your panties, go on.”

Before you can even yank your undergarment down, Jungkook speaks, “Look at me while you do so. You’ve been avoiding my eyes all this time.”

Jungkook barely hears the quiet whimper that emits your mouth while your eyes finally lock onto his. Wanting to tease you furthermore, he sends you a cocky smirk with a quick raise of his brow as you pulled your panties down.

His breath almost hitches up from the sight of you, all naked except those kinky pairs of stockings and skirt. He wonders if you specifically wore them just to tease him, heck, was it even appropriate for your work? Even so, he’s glad that he’s the only person to see you like this, so beautiful and ready to be ruined.

You wonder if he’s going to crawl on the bed with you and touch you, waiting for him to make a move but nothing happens. You look up at him expectantly with wide eyes as your hands timidly fumble with your skirt.

“Touch yourself.”

Your heart sinks to your stomach. Did you hear him correctly? Like... does he really want you to play with yourself right in front of him? You can feel your tummy do backflips from his words while you instantly turn shy once again.

“Fucking hell, is one instruction not enough for that brain of yours to comprehend? I said—,” he leans down to grab your thighs, forcing your legs apart with vigor, exposing your cunt all to his eyes. “—touch yourself.”

You whine when he suddenly crawls on top of you, arms on either side of your figure to support himself up, his face hovering above yours. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Bring your hand down, little girl, and play with your pussy the way daddy does.”

Without angering him further, you obey and brought your hand down to touch your clit. Jungkook never removes his eye-contact as he watches your face slowly contort in pleasure. With two fingers, you gently circled your clit, making your mouth part open from the meek pleasure. “O-Ohh,” you can feel your wet lips when you dragged your fingers along them.

You feel so embarrassed masturbating in front of him like this. Jungkook chuckles and kneels in front of you, placing his knees in between your spread legs to watch how you play with your cunt. You moan when he finally grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, revealing his toned body for your eyes to see. This encouraged you to rub your clit faster, but it just wasn’t enough.

“Daddy…” you whine, “please...”

Jungkook notices the frown that was beginning to form your lips, but instead of feeling bad, he takes the opportunity to degrade you. “What is it, baby? Hm? Do you even know how to touch your pussy?” he teases, “Do you still fuckin’ need daddy’s help?”

You don’t even care if you look pitiful, shaking your head up and down. “Y-Yes, please touch m-me…” you say with a quiet voice. As you continue to masturbate, Jungkook sees how your body trembles, knowing that it wants more.

But sadly, you look too good in this position that you’re in. Your skirt hiked up to your abdomen while your toes curl in desperation. Jungkook lightly scoffs as he doesn’t hesitate to palm his rock-hard cock through his jeans. “Mmm, I would if you had been a good girl. But daddy wants you to cum with your own fingers, prove to me that you’re a big girl who can fucking cum without my help.”

You release an exasperated groan, arching your back in utter need. Jungkook was cruel to do this to you, as he definitely knows how much you prefer his own fingers on your juicy little pussy.

The sight was boosting his ego, whether he likes it or not. He observes how your cute, middle finger tries to insert itself inside your tight little hole, earning a loud moan from you. Jungkook sees your arousal dripping down from your entrance, the glistering liquid running down to your ass. You were so wet, and he was dying to taste you. Jungkook feels his dominance taking over as his patience was wearing thin, wanting to shove your hands away and just take over. It frustrates him how desperate you make him feel without even trying.

You finger yourself with one hand, as the other continues to rub your clit. You try to remember how Jungkook does it, your mind trying to reminisce his techniques, making you distracted from your own pleasure. It doesn’t even feel half as good as his! You let out a loud, frustrated whine, feeling your eyes well up with tears once again.

“I-I can’t,” you sniff, a tear rolling down your cheek as you try your best to make yourself feel good, “Please, daddy I need y-you!”

Jungkook leans forward as he wipes your tears with his thumb, licking his lips slowly while he watches you with a sensual look. “What do you need from daddy, hm?”

You groan, hating how much he can torture you like this. Your breathing was already unstable and your mind was thinking of ways on how you can make him touch you. “I need your fingers, daddy – please? I can’t cum like this,” you shake your head desperately, “I can’t.”

“Holy fucking shit, I think I need to get a new baby girl. One who knows how to pleasure herself without my help.”

“No!” you yell, closing your eyes as more tears wells up, “N-No! I-I’m sorry I just can’t…”

Jungkook almost feels bad. Almost.

“That’s sad, baby girl. If you can’t cum then don’t try anymore.” He abruptly spanks your inner thigh, leaving you crying for more, “You’ve been a bad girl today and you’ve got to endure your punishment.”

Jungkook tugs your hands away and your pussy clenches from the sour loss. “Keep crying, slut, this is what you deserve.” He stands up from the bed and makes his way to the closet to get something. You obediently lay there with a frown as you wiped your eyes, ogling his broad, muscular back in the meantime.

When he was taking up more time than you wanted, you kicked your legs impatiently while whining.

He smirks, rolling his eyes, “Impatient, I see?” After that, he swiftly turns around to reveal a red-colored rope, dangling it side to side for a little tease.

“What are you g-gonna do with that?” you ask with wide, glossy eyes.

Jungkook walks back to you with that signature sultry yet teasing look, making you anticipate what’s about to come even more.

“Daddy’s gonna tie your hands behind your back until your wrists bruise, little one.”

Your core throbs from the image he paints in your mind, how the rope would probably scratch against your skin, and how turned on he would be from the sight of you struggling. Jungkook motions you to turn around with a little spin of his finger. You kneel, looking away from him while he grabs your wrists together in one hand. The arrogant smirk doesn’t wipe off of his face as he ties the rope around your hands, whimpering when he pulls it tight. 

“Is that too tight baby girl?” he asks, stopping himself from laughing, “Does it hurt?”

You sniff, “A l-little bit.”

“Good. I was actually planning to bind your legs together as well, but I don’t think you can handle that anymore.” He says behind you, “I don’t think your precious body can handle being daddy’s little ropebunny.”

With his words, you turn your head to look at him with a confused expression, “Rope…ropebunny?”

Jungkook chuckles and nods his head once.

“What does that mean, daddy?”

Jungkook’s heart swell, “Means that you’re letting me tie you up, restraint your body with rope – and letting daddy do whatever he fucking wants to you. Bruise your skin until it hurts too much. If maybe you weren’t such a crybaby and a sensitive little bitch then I would’ve done that to you by now.”

He doesn’t let you reply as he gives your ass a loud, stinging spank using the palm of his right hand. You whimper in pain, closing your eyes for a mere second as your mouth parts.

“Head down, ass up. Now.”

You do as you’re told, and not going to lie, your heart was doing backflips from the nervousness and intimidation of the position that you’re in. Your ass and cunt were so exposed, allowing him to see how wet you are. Your cheeks pressed against the sheets, tilted to the side so that you can at least see a portion of his figure behind you. Although you release a loud cry when he suddenly lands a slap directly on your throbbing clit. Your hands instinctively moved to grab onto something, but the rope was preventing them from doing so.

“Daddy—!” He slaps your pussy again, this time harder. He slides his index finger down your wet slick, teasingly prodding against your entrance that causes your arousal to gush.

“God, you’re so fucking noisy. I’d put a gag in that loud mouth of yours to shut you up, but daddy loves your cute whimpers too much.”

You dig your nails onto your palm when Jungkook finally plays with your pussy, using two fingers to gently – barely rub your clit. The tip of his index and middle finger brushes against your throbbing clit, using the slightest bit of pressure. He bites his lip from the way you wiggle your ass, desperate for more. “You can’t even masturbate without my assistance, fucking hell,” he muses, “did it embarrass you, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum meekly, grinding your teeth together because you needed more friction, and you were too afraid to tell him.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, “You had to cry like a pathetic little bitch, too.” Without a warning, he easily shoves his middle finger in, making you arch your back painfully, drawing a loud squeal. He starts pumping it in and out at a fast pace. The wet squelching noise that your cunt makes, paired with your moans was music to his ears. “I guess it feels better when daddy plays with your pussy, right slut?”

When you don’t answer immediately, too focused on the pleasure, he inserts two more fingers in – stretching your pussy. You gasp loudly, his long, slender fingers reaching the most intimate places inside of you. Jungkook bites his lip harshly, getting so turned on from your sweet moans and whines. 

“Y-Yeah… yes daddy – oww fuck – it feels much better,” even though your mind was filled in lust and can’t think of anything else but the way he was furiously pumping three fingers in and out of you, you answer him in fear that his punishment will turn way worse. His three fingers were almost too much for your hole to handle, making your hips tremble as it tries to accommodate the girth. 

“Who owns your pussy, hm?” he uses his other unoccupied hand to rub and pinch your clit, providing you with overstimulation of pleasure. His fingers reach deeper until it hits your g-spot, making your toes curl while you once again tear up. He growls, “Who fucking owns you?”

“You!” you moan, vision getting blurry, “You own me d-daddy…” you can already feel yourself coming close to an orgasm – one thing you can’t do with your own fingers. Your stomach tightens and tightens, waiting for your oh-so needed release. You sob onto the sheets, eyes closed in desperation.

“Good thing you know—” but he suddenly pulls his hands away, leaving you shaking and breathless. “This is my cunt and I get to do whatever I want with it.”

“No!” you groan in frustration from the denied orgasm, eyebrows furrowing as your legs shake, “Fuck y-you.”

Jungkook’s ears pick up the words you muttered.

“What was that?” He roughly wraps his hand around your neck and forces your upper body to lift up. You start to panic as Jungkook chokes you, “What the fuck did you say, hm? Getting fucking bold today, aren’t we?”

“S-Sorry,” you stutter, not having the courage to speak. You didn’t mean to say that at all! You were just frustrated and the words slipped out without realizing it! He sees a droplet of tear dripping down your cheek and he rolls his eyes.

“What a bratty, disobedient little fucktoy.” Jungkook quickly stands up to unbutton his jeans and pulls it down, leaving himself in his underwear. “You’re not the good girl that I know.” He hops back on the bed with you and moves so that he kneels in front of you. He holds your face up with one hand on your jaw as the other pulls his boxers down. Your mouth waters from the sight of his cock springing out, the angry red tip hitting your cheek.

“If I stuff my cock down your throat then maybe you’d shut the fuck up, learn your lesson, and think before you speak. Huh, slut?” He strokes his length a few times, letting his precum lube his cock.

He nudges the tip against your lips, signaling you to open your mouth. He releases a long, guttural moan when you wrap your lips around him as he pushes his length further and further, your mouth feeling so warm and wet. Jungkook initiates the pace as he starts to rock his hips steadily. A sudden gush of tears escapes your eyes when he shoves past your gag reflex, whining as your throat struggles to take in his big cock. 

“Choke.”

Jungkook doesn’t wipe the tears off of your face like he used to, this time letting them flow and drip down your jaw. Your pussy clenches every time he thrusts forwards, feeling yourself get wetter and more aroused from the noises he makes. He twitches whenever your throat contracts, feeling it tighten and squeezes his cock so good.

“Do you like this, baby girl?” he smiles sadistically, “You like being throat fucked?” Jungkook knows you can’t answer so he continues to torment you, “I like you better when your mouth is stuffed with daddy’s cock. Much more useful than being an undisciplined, rude slut.”

You shut your eyes while you slack your jaw, trying to take all of him the best that you can. He grabs a bunch of your hair, pulling at your scalp, the pain making you kick your legs repeatedly. While he snaps his hips, thrusting in and out, Jungkook watches how your saliva drips down from to your chin that makes a whole mess of your face.

Jungkook finally gains some sort of empathy, pulling his dick out to let you breathe. You emit a harsh, rugged exhale. He lowers himself until his face was directly parallel to yours, “Why was he touching you like that?” His eyes scans your poor, messy self, eyes puffy with your hair all over the place. 

You sniff, “He’s just a f-friend!”

He wipes the saliva on the corner of your mouth using his thumb, “Don’t you have a boyfriend? Hm? Doesn’t he know that you’re mine? Even if he’s your goddamn friend, he doesn’t need to touch you like that.” His voice somehow turned soft, a bit more like his natural talking voice. He shakes his head whilst staring directly at your weary eyes, “And what if I wasn’t there, huh? What if he did something to you that I wouldn’t like?”

“Are…” you tilt your head, trying to lighten up the situation in hopes that he’ll go easy on you. You start to giggle, “Are you jealous, daddy?”

You didn’t know that it was a bad move until his face immediately hardens, raising an eyebrow up. He scoffs, “You think I would be punishing you like this if your actions took a toll on me, Y/n?” he stands up from the bed and walks over to the bedside table, opening the drawer, “Lay on your tummy. I won’t say it again.”

Jungkook grabs the remote control vibrator from the box of toys the two of you had been collecting. You certainly love your toys, he knows that, but it’s a completely different situation if he uses them to torture you. It’s better for him that you can’t see what he’s doing, bringing your anticipations up for what’s about to come. He turns the toy on, your breath immediately hitching when you hear the buzzing sound. The hot pink, egg-like looking toy with a slender tail vibrates against his palm.

“Daddy? Wha…what are you gonna do with tha—” Your words painfully got cut off when he plunges the toy inside your pussy, the vibrations instantly resonating throughout your core and lower abdomen. You sobbed loudly, the rope tightening around your wrists whenever you tried to struggle away. “Oh my god!” your back arches, feeling your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Daddy!”

He walks to the other side of the room to go sit on the plush loveseat, twiddling with the remote on his right hand. He doesn’t hesitate to crank the setting up, noticing how your ass trembles and wiggles. Your mouth drops open while you feel an immense tingling sensation down there, moaning and shuddering on the bed. 

Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump slowly, observing how your cute little figure trembles and makes a mess of the sheets. He notices the way your pussy clenches around the toy so tightly, and how your cunt never stopped dripping in arousal. 

He teases his swollen tip with his thumb as he turns the toy’s setting up another notch. The smirk grows on his face from the noises you make. He was addicted to the sight of you right now; your hips shuddering as you try to escape all of the vast ecstasy, the stockings you wear making you look as adorable as ever – if he had a camera he would definitely take a picture of you.

“Daddy, p-please – I’m gonna cum!” you sob, chewing on your swollen bottom lip. That was his cue to put the setting to the highest level. Within a flash, your spill your cum down your pussy and onto the bed, ruining the sheets as your body contorts, hands balling into tight fists. Your orgasm feels like you gushed a whole waterfall, cumming so hard while your hips involuntarily lifts up off of the bed. 

He continues to fuck his hand, staring at your sweaty, hot body with hooded eyes while he groans darkly. His cock was rock solid and was also begging for a release, but he knows to control himself. Jungkook hears your sobs get louder and louder, knowing that the overstimulation was too much for you to handle.

He stands up and crawls back with you on the bed, his warm hands starting to caress your inner thighs.

“Da—” you cry, “daddy… t-too much…”

“Yeah?” he smirks before lifting your ass up until he was directly in front of your cunt. he smells your arousal and it caused shivers to run down his back. Without holding back, he wraps his mouth around your throbbing clit and starts to suck harshly on it. 

Jungkook was absolutely nasty to do this to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his tongue swirl around your bud, flicking and sucking at the same time. You can’t even comprehend the pain and pleasure that as going through your body right now, for it was all too much. “A-Aawwh shit,” you breathe, “D-Daddy, I can’t... oh m-my god!” 

The combination of the powerful buzzing vibrator inside you, plus his mouth on your clit caused another strong climax to wash throughout your system. You flail your arms behind your back as your body can’t seem to keep still. Jungkook holds your hips in place as he licks your pussy clean of your cum. He grunts from the way your legs were quivering after forcing another orgasm out of you. 

“Taste so fuckin’ delicious,” he says after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “What a good little pussy.” 

Finally, he pulls on the tail and the toy plops out with a wet sound. Though your chest doesn’t stop heaving up and down, your system is still riled up from the strong orgasms you just had.

“What will you say, baby girl, hm?”

You perk your head up from the sudden question. Your mind quickly wanders for an answer but was quickly distracted when you feel him squeeze your tender ass cheeks. 

Leaning down to your ear, he whispers with an awful smirk, “Say ‘thank you daddy’.” His monotone voice sent shivers all throughout your body, “Say thank you for letting you cum. I would’ve stopped the toy and edged you when you were about to orgasm to further your punishment, but glad I didn’t, right baby?”

“Thank…” your cheeks start to heat up, “Thank you for l-letting me cum, daddy.”

“Mm, good girl. I just had to get a taste of your sweet cunt after seeing you shake and tremble like that. Such a good, pretty little girl.” 

He was actually supposed to reward you after this. That was just his initial plan, until he is distracted by your phone suddenly ringing from the other side of the room. He quirks a brow up and starts heading to where your bag was placed, rummaging through it to get the device that interrupted the moment.

He reads the caller ID.  

Jungkook is dead quiet as he reaches back to you until he takes a seat on your thighs. His silence further builds up your anxiousness, your gut twisting and turning after you hear him groan underneath his breath. “Daddy?” whispering, you tilt your head to the side to figure out what he was doing.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you picked up the phone,” Jimin speaks in a rush, “I was so worried about what happened. Are you and Jungkook okay?” He rolls his eyes and doesn’t hesitate to put the phone on loudspeaker, placing the device in front of you so that you can see who was calling.

Jimin’s voice unsettled you, leaving your body in a state of shock, humiliation, and awkwardness. You furiously shake your head, lips pursed in a straight, pungent line – making it known to Jungkook that you didn’t want to talk to him. Why can’t he just hang up?!

“Hello? Y/n?” As Jimin worries from the other side of the line, you quietly mewl when you feel him poking the tip of his dick right up against your dripping wet entrance, sliding the head up and down your soaked slit slowly to torture you. “Answer him,” Jungkook growls from behind, “Talk to him as I fuck your tight little pussy.”

“Y/n, do you hear me?” Jimin asks once again, and this time you pick up the courage to reply.

“Y-Yeah,” your voice strains, closing your eyes as you try your best not to moan out loud as Jungkook pushes the head in, feeling your walls flutter around his thick girth. “I hear – oohh – I hear you.”

While inching his cock further and further, he grasps your bounded wrists in one hand, as the other firmly holds onto your waist. He struggles to keep quiet, only releasing quick little grunts here and there as he slowly thrusts his hips. Your body squirms from the humiliating situation he has put you through, yet he holds you down.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier,” You notice the sad tone in Jimin’s voice, “I really didn’t mean to touch you like that, and I should’ve known better. You’re taken.”

“M-Mhmm—!” Jungkook shoves his length deeper and deeper, hit tip hitting your g-spot again and again, rougher and harder with each sharp thrust. Your eyes generate more tears, definitely making your nose a little bit stuffy while you struggle to breathe properly. Jungkook groans underneath his breath from how tight your pussy is after being teased and tortured.

Jimin continues with his apology, saying that he wants to personally apologize to Jungkook – but you weren’t listening anymore. You can’t! His words were going in one ear and out of the other because your mind only focuses on how his big, thick cock was tearing your cunt apart. With each outward stroke, your pussy keeps sucking him back in. He smirks from the way your pussy was gushing your arousal endlessly, soaking the sheets and making a mess of yourself.

As if everything can’t be humiliating enough, Jungkook blows a hard, loud spank on your ass, definitely not caring if it can be heard from the other end of the call. Gasping, you mewl from the stinging sensation but also worried if Jimin heard. Jungkook laughs menacingly, spanking your ass again.

“Y-Y/n?” Jimin says slowly, “What’s happening over there?”

“Nothing! I’m o-okay – mmngg shit,” your jaw drops when he fucks you faster and rougher all of the sudden, his balls starting to clap against your poor, throbbing clit. Jungkook feels impatient so he takes the phone back, puts it against his ear, and speaks for you. “Jimin!” he greets happily as if he’s not pounding your pussy until you break, “Don’t worry about Y/n, she’s doing just great.”

How can he talk so steadily like that? Your teeth sink down on your bruised bottom lip again to stop you from moaning too loud. “But I’m trusting you, Jimin, not to touch my girl like that again, okay? I know you two are friends, sure – but there’s a limit. She has a boyfriend now.”

The possessiveness in his voice turns you on so much, not even expecting such a dark tone as he talks to him like that. Your arms start to hurt after being tied for too long, wrists getting sensitive as it keeps scratching against the rope.

“Yeah, okay, goodbye.” He finally hangs up, throws your phone somewhere on the floor. After that, he firmly grips your waist and changes your position with ease. He sits down on the bed, flips you around to make you straddle his cock.

His breath almost gets stuck in his throat from the way you looked. His hands immediately flies to cup your head, thumbs wiping your tears away from your cheeks as you look down at his with lustful eyes. “Baby girl,” he whispers, eyes raking your body up and down while you don’t stop bouncing on his cock, “Keep crying. I wanna see you get ruined on my big cock.”

He pulls you closer by wrapping his right hand around your neck, squeezing tightly, as his other hand guides your hips up and down. Your hard nipples slightly graze against his chest, adding more pleasure than you already can take.

“I’m g-gonna cum,” you grit, eyes drooping, “I’m gonna fucking cum again, daddy.”

He chuckles and nods his head. He can’t stay angry at you for too long. He can’t wait to provide you the aftercare that you deserve after this. He helps you to your orgasm by meeting your thrusts, fucking his cock into you while he brings a hand down to rub your clit with vigor. Your moans were getting louder, higher in pitch, as you can feel the oh-so-familiar tightness in your stomach again. You throw your head back, hands trying to pry themselves out of the rope. Thankfully, he gives you the benefit of the doubt and finally starts undoing the knot, unwrapping your wrists so that they can finally be set free. “Here you go princess,” he groans, “Ah ah, keep your arms still.”

Within a second of your hands being free, you quickly hug his sweaty body so tightly, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder, not only to have something to hold onto but to feel his comfort after a long time of being suppressed and denied from it. Jungkook laughs and kisses your shoulder, “I love you, Y/n.”

“Love y-you— awh god, thatfeelssogood!”

“Yeah?” he bites his lip, feeling the urge to tease you with his words for the hundredth time, “How good?” He attaches his mouth on your damp neck, sucking and biting on all of the sweet and tender spots that he knows you love. Trailing kisses all over, you were certain that he’ll leave marks all over your skin. Your body shivers when he uses his teeth to bite down on you, adding more to the buildup of your climax. “So g-good, daddy,” you whine, bouncing up and down harder, “Your big cock f-feels…feels so good inside my tight fucking pussy, daddy.”

Jungkook’s cock throbs from your unexpected words, gasping a little with a cocky smirk, “Mmm, when did you learn how to talk like that, huh?” a spank lands on your right, tender ass cheek, “Such lewd words coming out of that pretty mouth.”

Your mind starts to feel dizzy, almost to the edge of blacking out as your orgasm overpowers your body. He grunts from the way your walls were clenching around him so firmly, using his dick to your own good. Wrapping his arms around you tighter, he forces you to stay still on his cock while letting you ride out your high. “There we go, baby, there we go. Cum for me,” he insinuates, “Fucking hell, such a good, pretty girl for daddy.” He lifts your chin up with one hand, trying your best to make eye-contact with him but your tearful eyes feel too heavy. “Cumming so hard, oh my fucking god darling.”

Almost seeing black and white spots, your mind goes into a frenzy for you have no thoughts but the overwhelming sensation of your climax taking over your body. Jungkook moans as he lays you back down on the bed, bringing himself to his high. With your body shivering from the high sensitivity, Jungkook doesn’t stop.

His thrusts were sloppy and his pace becomes unsteady, moans getting louder. His body tenses and goes still inside of you, trapping your small body in his as he blows his load. He fills your cunt up with his cum, painting your walls in his seed. You can feel him twitch while you claw your hands on his back, trembling.

Jungkook mutters a series of curse words as your pussy squeezes his cock so hard, milking him properly until the very last drop of cum. After a little while, he pulls his dick out and he sees his cum leaking out of your pulsating little hole and dripping onto the bed. Licking his lips from the hot sight, he caresses your inner thighs as he tries to calm you down.

“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep, slow breaths for me.” He hovers back on top of you as he places his right arm underneath your head for support, his other hand gently stroking your side. All the anger, all the controlling and dominating aura that he previously had ten seconds ago immediately fades as he takes the role to comfort you the best that he can. He wipes your cheeks clean with the back of his hand, almost looking down at you with a slight pout. “Baby girl, look at me, hm?” Jungkook whispers gently, “Look at me.”

Once you do so, he feels himself almost collapsing from the poor, worn-out look that was embedded on your little face. “Oh, sweetie,” he sighs, “I’m so sorry.”

“N-No,” you slowly shake your head, still breathless, “Don’t say…”

“I should’ve, fuck—” Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay, feeling almost frustrated in himself, “I should’ve fucking stopped, look at you baby.” He holds your hand, gives your bruised wrist a wet, long kiss.

“Kook, I’m okay,” you giggle, a hint of tiredness in your voice, “I l-loved it.”

“Are you sure? Baby girl do you remember what I told you? If you ever feel too uncomfortable, or pain that you couldn’t bear anymore, or if you just want me to stop completely, what will you say?”

Perhaps this was one of the best things you love about Jungkook. His duality. One minute he’s rough and would dominate the fuck out of you, and the next minute he’s treating you like his princess.

“I’ll say my safe word.”

“Good,” he kisses your lips once, smiling down at you, “always remember that.”

You were awfully thankful that he’s the type to always shower you in kisses after a whole round of sex. Always caring about your well-being, that’s what he loves to do. Jungkook has cleaned himself in the bathroom first before he can handle and take care of you. He comes out of the bathroom dressed only with a pair of gray sweatpants with a damp towel and one of his t-shirt in his hand.

Kneeling before you on the bed, he starts to gently wipe your inner thighs and genitalia with the cloth. It was ticklish on the spot of your inner thighs, releasing a giggle as you try to move away from him. He smirks, grasping your leg down. “Tickles?” he grins at you.

“Turn around, little one. Let me massage your back.”

Your heart beats happily at that. But once you followed his command, his eyes immediately fly down to your ass. He hikes up the skirt that you still had on a bit higher, and he sees his handprints imprinted on your precious, delicate skin. “Holy shit,” he breathes out. Your body twitches when he carefully lays a hand down. “Sorry for this, little one. Guess you aren’t sitting for a couple of days, huh?”

Hiding your face in your arms, you quietly squeal, his words having an effect on you. “I g-guess so.”

Jungkook proceeds with his mission to massage your back, using his big hands to his advantage to knead your skin with just the right amount of pressure, massaging your arms and shoulders, pressing down on your lower back. Little groans emit from your mouth, enjoying the warmth of his hands. Your eyes eventually close, feeling that you were eventually going to fall asleep from how relaxing it is.

“Want some tea, darling?” he asks.

“Mm, no thank you. I’m a little sleepy…”

Your mouth curves up into a grin when he starts peppering kisses all over your back as well, moving your hair to one side. Jungkook, too, was smiling. He can’t even figure out how he got so lucky with you.

“You wanna nap, Y/n?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Okay, let’s get you in this shirt first. C’mon sweetie, flip back around for me.”

He holds onto the hem of your skirt and tugs it down, throwing it somewhere on the floor. His shirt reaches almost on your knee after slipping it on. Soon, he lays down beside you and starts spooning your body. It was easy for him to enclose yourself in his warmth, for his limbs were obviously bigger than yours. “Let’s take a rest and clean everything up later, okay?”

Although you didn’t reply.

“Baby?” he tilts your head to make you look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Kook, I-uh…I wanna say sorry for what happened earlier—”

“Shh, shh, settle down now, sweetheart. I’m not angry about that anymore,” he gives you a beaming smile, his dimples peeking through. Oh, to swim in someone’s dimples…

“Don’t worry about it. I love you, Y/n. More than this fucking world.”

“Impossible!” giggling, you eventually squirm around him because you know for a fact that he’ll hug you tighter.

He did.

“Nothing’s impossible when you’re mine – my girl.”

God, you can never take a break with him and his impeccable word choices. You feel your cheeks heat up, shying away from him that caused him to laugh in amusement a little.

“I love you too, Kook,” your heart says genuinely. Jungkook pulls you closer and makes you rest your head on his arm. “Cozy? Let’s take a rest, baby. You’ve had a long day today, you did well. You might be sore afterwards but I’ll be right here when you wake up.”  The only thing you can remember after that was the gentle kiss he placed on your cheek, and the feeling of love and comfort in the air that encloses both of you. 

“You know, Jungkook,” Taehyung speaks while munching on his Cap’n Crunch cereal, watching Jungkook come back to their apartment after driving you back to your own building. “You’re fucking lucky I was out partying. If not I would’ve…” Jungkook rolls his eyes when Taehyung fakes a gagging sound, “I w-would’ve thrown up hearing the two of you.”

“Funny,” he says blandly while heading towards the cupboards to make himself his own bowl of cereal.

Taehyung walks to his side, “Aren’t you and Y/n together for almost a year now? I don’t know much about relationships, but don’t you think it’s time for you guys to have a place of your own?”

Jungkook chuckles, heading towards the living room as he sits on the old green couch with his cereal on one hand. “So you’re kicking me out, Tae?”

“Well yeah, maybe I am, asshole.”

The youngest abruptly turns his head to him with a look of confusion, “Wait, really?”

Taehyung smirks, “Yup! I’m sick of you bringing Y/n here just to fuck, and not even let her hang out with me!”

Hang out with him? Since when was Taehyung interested in her? After a little moment of silence, Jungkook finally thinks of a reply, “What do you even wanna do with her? Also most of the time you’re either out getting drunk or locking yourself up in your room playing video games.”

“Threesome.”

Jungkook almost spits out the mouthful of milk and cereal.

“What the fuck—”

“Let’s have a threesome together.”

“No fucking way, bro.” Jungkook scoffs, pointing a finger at him, “We are not doing that.”

Taehyung was having the time of his life teasing Jungkook. He stands up in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. “I’m not having a threesome just to see you naked, cunt,” slowly, his mouth forms a smirk, “I wanna see Y/n nak—”

“Don’t even think about finishing that, Taehyung. I’m not fucking joking around.”

“Okay, shit, chill man,” he laughs, watching how Jungkook rolls his eyes. “And here I am thinking that you’re kinky and open-minded.”

Taehyung just loves to get into his nerves.

“I am,” Jungkook says in all seriousness, looking directly at his eyes. “But you know how I am with her. How selfish I can be. Other people will be fine with this, sure, but her body is for my eyes only, Tae. You can fuck anyone you like but not my girl.”

Taehyung sighs, walking away as he throws his hand in the air, “Fine, fine, whatever.”

Jungkook crosses his legs together, leaning back into the couch as he closes his eyes. The fact that he just had to put that image into his mind – someone else fucking his girl – he just can’t do it. He can be too possessive of your body and he wants it only for him.

“But if your girl ever wants two cocks to play with one day, hit me up.”

“If she wants two cocks then we’ll use a fucking dildo. Shut your ass up or else I’m gonna beat the fuck outta you,” Jungkook warns with a menacing chuckle.

Although Taehyung isn’t bothered by it, he fakes being frightened, “Oooohh, scary! Don’t hit me daddy!”

“Yep, that’s it.” Jungkook places the bowl down on the couch before abruptly standing up. Taehyung runs away while laughing like a madman with Jungkook following behind him. His roommate ends up locking himself inside his room where Jungkook can’t come in. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He says in the middle of laughter.

“You’re fucking hideous, you know that?” Jungkook crosses his arms.

“Tell me something I don’t know, Jeon.”

When Jungkook turned nineteen, he remembered asking his mother when a man should introduce his girlfriend to his parents.

His mother, heart filled with genuine compassion, replied with; “When you are fully committed, and when you know for a fact that you will be spending the rest of your life with her – that’s when you let her eat at our table. So be very mindful of your feelings, Jungkookie. Remember this when you grow up, alright? I know you didn’t believe in long-lasting love when you were younger, but trust me when I say that it truly depends on the person.”

It was clear that Jungkook’s romantic side definitely came from his parents.

And fast-forward to the present, here you are sitting at their dining table, meeting his parents for the very first time. 

“So, Y/n,” Jungkook’s mother beams from the other side of the table while passing her husband more rice for his bibimbap, “How did you and Jungkook meet?”

“Mom,” Jungkook chuckles, “Haven’t I told you that a hundred times already?”

You blush from his words, trying your best not to look down in shyness. Though you feel your boyfriend’s right hand rests on your knee to ease you up.

“I know! But I just want to hear it from Y/n’s point of view! Who knows, you might be hiding some details!”

Before you can speak, his dad talks before you, “I was actually there at the time,” he smiles at you, “I think you should thank me for making Jungkook talk to you!”

“Hun, please let Y/n talk—”

Jungkook grins, “I think I would’ve talked to Y/n whether or not you told me so, dad.”

“Let the girl talk!” his mom balls her hand into a fist and pounds on the table.       

You busted out a laugh, quickly covering your mouth as you shook your head in disbelief. You’ve never encountered such a fun, happy family like this. This was your first time being introduced to someone’s parents, and truthfully, you wanted them to be your last.

“So, um,” you take a glance at Jungkook before continuing as if asking for permission first. He smiles down at you and nods his head, feeling his hand squeeze your knee. “Jeon’s Kitchen was actually a favorite place of mine! And of course, it’s still is—” you beam at his father, “It was raining very hard so I decided to stop by to eat some food before work.”

“Brown coffee and banana bread, yep, I remember that!” His dad proudly says.

“That’s correct, Mr. Jeon,” you giggle, “I sat alone and waited for the order until Jungkook here suddenly bursts into the café, all drenched from the rain!” You turn your gaze at him with creased eyes from the way you were smiling as you talk, “If I remember correctly, his car broke down and he had nothing to do, so he decided to help Mr. Jeon with work, is that right?”

Jungkook responds with a hum, staring amusingly into your glimmering eyes that were full of love.

“Until Mr. Jeon told Jungkook to keep me company! So yeah, that’s where we started talking.”

Of course, you had to leave out the fact that you had such an intimidating first impression of their son. You recall how hard his stare was as he talked to you, and how he literally made you blush so easily just by his handsome smirk (that until now you couldn’t get used to!). He carried such a strong aura, even up to this day.

“After that, well, we exchanged numbers and everything went from there!”

Before Jungkook drove you to his parent’s house so that they can finally meet you, you were an absolute nervous wreck. Overthinking that what if you say something embarrassing? What if you humiliate yourself in front of them? You were driven to have a good impression on them, which Jungkook founded adorable. Of course, he reassured you, saying, “They already love you from all of the stories I’ve told, baby.”  

And he was right. His parents never would’ve thought that a girl like you would walk into his life. You’re a blessing for their son.

Jungkook doesn’t sway his eyes off of you as you continue to chat with his parents, telling them your goals and dreams for the future. He watches the way your mouth tilts into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, lips tinted with lipstick that was just begging to be kissed. He also catches the way your head slightly tilts as you talk, oh – he can’t forget how your knees were nervously jumping! With his hand slowly caressing your knee up to your thigh, he reminds you to calm down.

His breath hitches up a slight bit when you unexpectedly hold his hand under the table. He feels how cold your hand was so it was good for you to take his own warmth. Using his thumb, he strokes your skin delicately, and you instantly feel much better.

When the time is right and when he garners enough money, he will buy a house for the two of you. It doesn’t have to be fancy or anything elegant, but enough to keep you happy and contented – he knows you’ll understand that. Needless to say, he’s excited about the future he’s going to have with you. His mind wanders to the point of your first anniversary, the second anniversary, even up until marriage and having kids. It’s a huge stretch, yes, but he’d rather spend his life alone than without you. 

If his past self can read his mind right now, he’d definitely laugh.

He can’t wait to live his whole life with you by his side. You already have all the qualities he’s been looking in a person, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you anytime soon. 

His mother’s voice cracks him from his thoughts, “Y/n’s such a pretty girl. So amusing to look at, too!” She gawks at you with excited, wide eyes. Her eyes reminded you of Jungkook, the same big and round ones, “Next time when you come to visit us, let me teach you my signature shrimp fried rice recipe, okay? Are you allergic to shrimp, Y/n?”

“Nope! I love shrimp!”

“That’s great!” his mom claps, “Jungkook, thanks for bringing Y/n here with us. She’s so wonderful.”

Shaking your head, you try to take her compliments as much as you can but of course, your bashfulness takes over.

Your boyfriend removes his hand from yours, only lifts it up so that his arm can rest at the backrest of the chair while he starts to stroke your head lovingly. The corners of his lips tilts up to form a smile, he feels as if fireworks were going off of his whole body, for he was so in love with you. How can a person love someone this much? 

He mutters the next sentence underneath his breath, thus only he and his pounding heart can hear; “That’s my girl.”

The End.

Thank you so much for all of the amazing support for Crybaby! I never expected so much love and anticipation in the first place. I wrote Crybaby without any serious plot with a ‘tragedy/problem’ in mind, for it was only supposed to be a oneshot haha! Crybaby was mainly about the fact that Jungkook has dacryphilia and that’s it. But thanks to the support I’ve gotten, I made a part two and three! It’s sorta sad to end this series because I know a lot of people (including me) love this couple soo much! But they’ll make an appearance in short drabbles or even kinky hours. I’m sorry for the sudden ending, but this will not be the end for them!

Please tell me what you think by commenting or sending an ask, I really love to read your reactions!

Please stay safe, especially in these times. Remember that you are loved, and please be happy. I love you!

[icyhawt]

streets

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x reader

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ nsfw, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral (male receiving), choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, slight praise kink

summary: you give your boyfriend top at the red light

you sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car, your body feeling heavy because of how tired you were. as you settle into the seat you hear the door of the driver’s side opening. your head lolling to the side, you see your boyfriend. you catch iwaizumi’s eyes and with a small smile he leans forward pecking your lips.

after pulling back, he begins to put his seat belt on and breaks the comfortable silence, “i hope tonight wasn’t too much. i know you don’t really like parties.”

oikawa had thrown a little new year’s kickback as a celebration of not only the new year but him finally being back in japan. he had invited a majority of the seijoh boys and of course iwaizumi. being oikawa’s closest friend, iwaizumi knew he had to show up or else oikawa would whine about it for the months to come. truth be told, hajime was looking forward to spending his new year with you cuddled on the couch while some random countdown special played in the background. clearly that wasn’t the case. the both of you had went and hajime had made it known that he didn’t feel like drinking tonight but he had no issue if you wanted to. you had decided not to drink too much because you didn’t want your boyfriend to ring in the new year by holding your hair up while you threw your guts up in the toilet. although, you knew that if that were to happen he would have no problem with it. a couple beers and a shot or two later, you and hajime decided to take your leave early in hopes that you two could make it home before the clock hit 12:00.

leaning your head back against the headrest you close your eyes and smile, “no, it’s okay. i had a lot of fun. nothing beats seeing makki and mattsun doing drunk karaoke.”

hajime begins to reverse the car, placing his hand on the back of your headrest as he looks back. he shakes his head, “yeah but hearing that shit is awful, i almost went deaf.”

he looks at you briefly before directing his attention to the road in front of him, “are you okay though? you need me to pick up anything?”

you were always able to handle your liquor fairly well so you don’t feel anything more than a slight buzz. you open your eyes to look at your boyfriend, slight smile still on your face, “i’m okay, just wanna be home.”

you turn your attention to the radio in front of you and turn it on. pulling out your phone, you connect it and scroll through your playlists until you find the one titled ‘late night drives.’ as the first song flows out of the speakers, you settle back into your seat. you’re about to close your eyes again when you feel hajime’s hand make its way into your thigh. the short length of your dress making it easy for him to grip the flesh there. his hand doesn’t trail up any further, opting to stay put with his thumb rubbing against your skin up and down.

the touch does nothing except heat your body up with desire. you glance down at the large hand resting on your thigh and bring your eyes to look up at hajime. you give him a once over, eyes settling on his face. maybe it was the alcohol but god did he look so fucking good. the cut of his jaw, the curve of his nose, everything. trailing your eyes lower, you look over his neck and then you find yourself staring at his arm. it was no secret that iwaizumi took care of himself, especially physically. countless hours of being at the gym paying off in the form of his defined torso, thick thighs and bulging biceps. you find your mind floating off into thought of him at the gym, out of breath, skin glistening with sweat. you shift in your seat, catching the attention of your boyfriend.

hajime softly squeezes the inside of your thigh, “you good baby?”

you catch his gaze for a brief second before he turns to pay attention to the road again. you reach down with your left hand and take his hand off of your thigh. you interlace your fingers with his and lean over the middle console to give his cheek a kiss. what was supposed to be one single kiss turned into multiple and hajime soon finds your lips by his ear.

“mhm, i’m very good,” you breathe.

he huffs out a small laugh, “easy, we’re almost home.”

resting your head on his shoulder, you sigh, “don’t know if i can wait that long.” he can hear the light pout in your voice.

your free hand begins to travel up his arm, slowly but surely creeping to caress his strong chest. your actions make hajime grip the steering wheel a bit tighter. an action that does not go unnoticed by you. you know exactly what you’re doing, which is why you don’t bother to stop your wandering hand from going lower and lower. you don’t stop until your fingers are playing with the bottom of his shirt.

hajime’s eyes flick down to you, his eyes narrowed into slits, “quit it.”

suppressing a smile, you reply, “quit what?”

“you know exactly what, brat. you drank tonight, you’re probably drunk,” his voice firm.

truthfully, the buzz you felt earlier had died down and you’re fully aware of everything you’re doing. you roll your eyes before leaning up and giving his jaw a peck, “c’mon haji, i didn’t drink that much. i feel fine, i promise.”

the car slows to a stop, a red light. perfect. 

for the nth time that night, you catch his gaze. the red glow of the stop light illuminating his face perfectly. you don’t know if he knows how good he looks. leaning down, he presses his lips to yours. your lips continue to glide over one another’s and before it could get even heavier, hajime pulls away first. he would be a liar if he said that he didn’t want to take you in the backseat right here, right now. with the way you looked tonight and how handsy you were being? it’s like you were begging for him to fill you up the way you deserved. from the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, body clad in that little black dress, he’s had to hold himself back. and right now his restraint is wearing incredibly thin, all because of you and your lingering kisses and wandering hands.

hajime was so lost in thought, he didn’t even notice that you’ve not only taken off your seatbelt and let go of his hand but that your whole upper body is leaning over the console that divides you both. you bring one hand up to cup the side of his face while the other fists the shirt he has on. you pull him in for another kiss, this one being even hotter and heavier than the last. one of his hands wraps around your throat, giving a slight squeeze before loosening again. the other hand on one side of your face.

you whine into the kiss, pulling back just a bit, “daddy, please.”

and just like that, hajime’s restraint snaps. he can never say no to you, no matter how hard he tries. always willing to give you whatever you ask of him.

“what is it baby, hm?” he hums, his eyes finding yours.

“i want you, want you in my mouth.” you keen, so wide eyed and desperate to make him feel good. hajime can feel himself growing hard at the thought.

“yeah? you want me to stuff that pretty mouth full?”

you nod, “mhm.”

unsatisfied with your lack of response, his eyes narrow slightly, “you know better than that, use your words.”

“yes daddy, want you to stuff my mouth.”

pulling away from you completely, he leans back to relax in his seat. giving you access to take whatever you wanted. he sighs, “there we go. go ahead baby take it out.”

not wasting a moment, you hastily begin to fumble with the belt of his pants. upon seeing your impatience, hajime chuckles. “slow down, angel. i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment but that feeling fades quickly as soon as his cock is freed. hajime was always blessed in terms of his physique and that included his dick. he’s big and he knows it. the first time you had to take him, you cried from the stretch of it. after being together for so long, you grew to love it. whether it be in your pussy or your mouth, you craved to have him fill you.

his cock is hot and heavy in your hand. the precum beading at the tip. your hand looks so small wrapped around him and hajime groans at the sight. finally, you lean down to give the tip a small kitten lick. at the contact, he hisses, “don’t tease baby.”

as much as you wanted to tease him, your need to please him prompts you to wrap your lips around the tip. you feel hajime tangle his fingers in your hair, guiding you to move up and down his length. it doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips up into the warmth of your mouth. you can feel him at the back of your throat. the only noise in the car being the drone of the radio and the sound of hajime’s moans and groans, telling you that you’re his ‘good girl’ and that he’s gonna make sure to ‘fuck you so good that you cry’ when he gets you home. you can feel your panties stick to your pussy with your slick at the sound of his promises.

everything is so messy. hajime can feel the mix of his precum and your spit drip down his cock. he has half a mind to pull you off and spit in your mouth but the way your warm, wet mouth is wrapped around him is making him feel too good to stop you.

your jaw is aching and your makeup is probably smudged to hell but you don’t care. the only thing on your mind being that you want hajime’s cum down your throat.

with a tightening grip in your hair and a low groan from your boyfriend, you get exactly what you want. his cock pulses in your mouth as he cums, your mouth still suckling on the tip to milk him for everything he’s worth. it isn’t until he tugs your hair up with a little bit of force that you finally let up. hajime’s eyes follow you as you sit up and he reaches forward to grip your chin in his hand, “open.” and you comply, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. he smiles at the sight. you swallowed just like the good girl you are. he tugs your face closer to his so he can press his lip against your own in a chaste kiss.

he pulls back, gazing at your lips before bringing his eyes up to your own, “you’re always so good to me aren’t you?”

you smile, “always gonna be a good girl for you.” the corners of his lips quirk up at your reply.

he pulls away from you completely to tuck himself back inside his pants and get situated once again. you lean back into your seat and click your seatbelt into place. looking at the street in front of you, you let out a small giggle at the sight of the traffic light being green. the red and green light probably being flicked back and forth during the time you had your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth. the sound of your giggles makes hajime turn his head to look at you, “what’s so funny?”

you feel the car start to move once again. you shake your head, “nothing, just thank god we were the only ones at that intersection.”

you lean your head back to relax against the headrest and close your eyes. the music being the only thing that fills the silence before your hear your boyfriend’s voice again, “get your rest now ‘cause i’m fucking you when we get home, just like i said.”

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEARRR!! i was supposed to post this yesterday but here we are 🤡 also i was lowkey tipsy when i wrote this so i am SO sorry if there’s any errors. this was my first time writing smut so i apologize if it’s not great. i hope u all enjoy <33

© icyhawt 2021

[bbdaydreams]

Courage My Love// Semi Eita

Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader

Summary: You like Semi and come up with a plan to confess to him, unfortunately it takes a turn. You meet again a couple years later by chance.

Chapter Eight: Teenage Dream

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A week into the tour and your body finally decided to allow you wake up before two in the afternoon. You stretched your body a little bit in your bunk before getting up and out to finish stretching. You checked the surrounding bunks and saw that only Haruka was still sound asleep while the others were empty. Making your way to the lounge you found your missing members and greeted them. They gave you back a robotic response while peeking out the window.

“The hell are y’all looking at?”

“The boys,” Yui answered. “I’m waiting to see if one of them eat shit.”

“Yui, what the-“

“Look, look, look!” Izumi whispered, stretching her arm behind her in an attempt to grab you to pull you towards them. You placed your knees on the bench to watch through the blinds with them.

Semi, Subaru, and Ranmaru were wearing plain t-shirts and gym shorts while Jiro wore a buttoned up blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black skinny jeans. The three elders from the group seemed to be running back and fourth from one end of the parking lot to the other while Jiro was skating a few feet away.

“How long have they been doing this?” You asked, turning away from the window.

“No clue- oh shit!” Izumi exclaimed, jumping up and running over to the main door to hop off the bus.

“That was a bad wipeout,” Yui added, following after the bassist. You followed after them, hesitating a little bit because you had just woken up and were in your sleepwear. Saying ‘fuck it,’ you threw on a pair of slip ons before following the others.

“Jiro!” Subaru and Ranmaru yelled before running over to their guitarist.

“Dude! You good?” Semi asked, crouching down to help Jiro sit up.

“Yeah, I’m good. Where’s my board?”

“I’ll go grab it,” Yui said as she headed towards the direction of there the skateboard rolled off to.

“What happened? I heard yelling,” Haruka asked. She was stepping off the bus still in her pajamas and rubbing her eyes, making it clear that she had just woken up. Her eyes landed on Jiro who was sitting on the pavement. He looked at her with panic in his eyes as she took in his disheveled look. “Why are you bleeding?”

“I- I’m okay, no need to worry-“

“You have a giant hole in your jeans that shows your red scraped knee, you have scratches on your face, and I can see the blood droplets on your flannel!” Haruka exclaimed, turning back around getting onto the bus.

“Is she pissed?” Jiro asked.

“Nah, just concerned. She probably went to grab our first aid kit,” Izumi answered. “You should probably take off your flannel though, that’s a pretty big stain on your elbow.”

Jiro unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a black t-shirt. Haruka came back with the kit and knelt next to the heterochromatic male. She took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some gauze making him gulp, knowing what was to come. “Do you have to use that?” Jiro asked, gradually moving his arm away from her.

“Yes, now sit still,” Haruka responded.

“Here’s the board I ran as fast I could as soon as I saw-“

“Fuck!”

“-the brown bottle,” Yui laughed. “Guess nurse Haruka has it under control.” The rest of you laughed at Jiro’s reaction and left Haruka to tend to his wounds.

“What are you guys doing anyways?” Izumi asked the three older males.

“Oh, we were working out. Jiro does his own thing for exercise which is mostly either parkour or skating,” Subaru responded.

“Or as we call it, just Jiro things,” Ranmaru added on. “You guys are free to join us during our workouts though, makes things more fun.”

“Haruka and I might join you guys,” Yui responded.

“Pass from Izumi and I,” you spoke up.

“And why’s that? Nice pajamas by the way, very festive for summer with the snowflakes,” Semi teased.

“Leave me alone. Sweating is gross. And personally I get bored doing the same thing repetitively. I’ll go on a walk, maybe jog a little bit, but that’s about it.”

“Sweating is gross, huh?” Semi asked with a devious look in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare come near me,” you responded, taking a few steps back as Semi walked closer to you.

“What? I just wanted to give you a hug, especially while you wear your cute pajammies.”

“Stay the fuck away from me. Semi. Semi! No!” And now you were running away from the 180cm tall former setter, who you know could catch up to you at any time. You still chose to take your chances though.

“He’s never gonna let her go, is he?” Ranmaru asked Subaru.

Izumi and Yui heard him loud and clear which peaked Yui’s interest. “Ahhh so he still has feelings for our leader. How cute.”

“Keep this between us, but yeah,” Subaru spoke. “Does she have any feelings left for him?”

“Honestly, we’re not sure. She never talked about him after the whole thing went down. She’s been with other people but she’s never been over the moon for them. It doesn’t help that she’s also super independent. It makes us think sometimes that she’d rather be single. There’s nothing wrong with that either, but at the end of the day we think it’d be nice for her to find someone,” Izumi spoke, watching you run around the bus only to yell out you were going back to sleep right when Semi caught up and wrapped his arms around you. “You guys might not believe it but how she’s acting now with him is no different to how she’d act with other people. Maybe it’s because of all the touring we do but she’s so open with people that it’s hard to read her. We love her and she’s fun to be around with but when it comes to her, it’s hard to tell what she wants.”

“We see. Eita’s sort of been the same in relationships. He’s gone on dates too but he’s never been whipped for any of them. Like he’ll do his best to please them and shit like a good partner should, but if you look at him from a distance it feels almost forced. He wants to love but it’s like fake love, if that makes any sense,” Subaru spoke.

“What about your drummer girl? Also between us, Jiro still seems to like them a lot,” Ranmaru asked, deciding to bring light to the other potential couple.

“Wait, what do you mean still? From what we know, they were friends during their final year but that’s it,” Izumi explained , now confused.

“Jiro fell for her hard during that year like he would come home and talk to us about her and ask for advice if he couldn’t ask his older brother. The thing is he was labeled the dumb hooligan while Haruka was the typical quiet good girl so he didn’t want to taint her record. You know how people talk in high school. He was convinced she shouldn’t be with a fool like him, so he never spoke up,” Subaru followed up.

“Ah. Well I think they’ll be together by the end of the tour, maybe even week. I can feel it,” Yui said.

“And what about you guys? Are you single?”

“I have a boyfriend,” Izumi quickly answered. “He’s back in Japan.”

“I’m single. My reason being it’s hard finding people you wanna know more about, ya know?”

“Really now?” Subaru answered, looking at Ranmaru.

“Yui, are you sick? I think you’re lacking some vitamin me,” Ranmaru said, attempting to put his arm over Yui’s shoulders.

“No! Me!” Subaru argued.

Before either of them could touch her, Yui grabbed their forearms and tugged on them to bring them closer. When they jumped a little closer together she took their hands and placed them in each other’s before letting go. Yui looked over and Izumi who was smirking from trying to hold in a laugh. “Don’t worry about it, Dumb and Dumber. Since I apparently have you guys weak at the knees it appears you might be lacking vitamin D. You two should get to know each other and solve that problem,” Yui responded as she gave them a fake smile. “Let’s go Izu,” she laughed, turning from the boys to get back onto the bus.

Semi came back to the two white haired males and crossed his arms before speaking. “You guys are idiots.”

“Karaoke night!” Haruka cheered when your set finished that night.

“We just got done playing and you’re this excited for karaoke? At least act tired,” Izumi whined, leaning forward to place her hands on her knees after she set her guitar down.

“Haru,” Yui started before taking a deep breath, “what the fuck.”

“Mmmm, nice cold floor,” you said, letting your body collapse on the black tiles the backstage had to offer.

“Y/n, no!”

“Get up people walk there!”

“It’s dirty!”

Too tired to figure out who said what, you let out a groan and got up. “Fine I’m up, I’m up. I need a baby wipe though. I’m all sweaty and gross.” Making your way over to your green room you bumped into One Ok Rock. “Hey guys.”

“Hello, hello. You guys sounded amazing as always,” Taka complimented.

“Thanks! Oh! Do you guys have plans after your set?” Haruka asked.

“Sleep,” Ryota responded which made the others laugh.

“Ah haha, did you guys have something in mind?” Toru asked.

“We’re all off tomorrow so we were gonna have a karaoke night on our bus,” Yui explained.

“And there’ll be booze!” Izumi added.

“We’ll try to pop by then,” Tomo answered. You wished them luck before heading into your dressing room to clean up a little bit before meeting your fans.

Yui and Haruka were currently making dinner while while you were showering and Izumi was setting up the karaoke system.

“Oh fuck, we forgot to invite Won’t Regret,” Yui mentioned.

“I’ll text RoRo!” Haruka lit up.

“How could we forget to invite all of your guys boyfriends?” Izumi teased.

“Jiro is not my boyfriend!”

“I never said he was,” Izumi responded with a smirk.

“Does this make thing one and two mine?” Yui asked.

“Lol, yeah. Are you gonna tell them?”

“Yeah, I don’t need them annoying me. I have enough to put up with.”

Stepping out of the shower with a towel around your body you looked over at the girls and saw they were still doing what they did when you last saw them. “Hey, is dinner- oop gotta go!” You exclaimed, running to your bunks and closing the door because there was a knock at the front of the bus.

“It’s open!” Izumi yelled. Coming up the steps was Taka and Toru with smiles on their faces. “Hey! Welcome to our bus! Did the others decide to call it a night instead?”

“Yeah. They’re parents now so they age faster and need more sleep,” Toru laughed.

“No worries. C’mon in and take a seat. We just finished cooking if you’d like some food,” Haruka said, showing them a plate she had already prepared.

“Taka and Toru just got on the girl’s bus. Wonder what’s going on over there,” Ranmaru said aloud as he glanced out the window.

“Who what now?” Semi asked, looking up from his phone.

“Oh they’re doing some karaoke tonight. RuRu just texted me to invite us,” Jiro answered.

“RuRu? Do you mean Haruka? You guys have nicknames for each other already?” Subaru teased, laughing at Jiro’s reaction.

“Look at how red he is!” Semi roared.

Subaru looked over at Ranmaru, smirking knowing he was about to roast Semi. “Boy if you don’t shut up! Go look in a mirror before judging him!”

“Eh?!”

“Eita, every time Y/n is around you put all your attention on them. It’s like you’re a bee fixated on a flower. Just non stop buzz buzz buzz around them.”

“Okay, I get it.” Semi sighed. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes. Please just ask them out already.”

“I can’t do that, bro. It’s too soon. We’re just friends for now.”

“We have 5 weeks left on this tour. You’re gonna have to ask them out before then. Who knows if we’ll see them again after this.”

Letting Ranmaru’s words sink in he realized the reality of it. After the tour was over your band would probably go on your own tour to promote your new album in Europe, Australia, Japan and maybe even the US again whereas his band would probably only do Japan. You’d be busy touring and focusing on yourself you wouldn’t have the chance to see each other again. “Fuck. You’re right.”

“I’m always right. Anyways I’m headed to bed. Have fun at karaoke.”

“I’m going to bed too. Night,” Subaru yawned.

“Guess it’s just us,” Jiro laughed before tilting his head to ask “let’s go?” to which Semi responded with a head nod. They told their bus driver they’d be on the other bus so he could drive off if they didn’t come back by midnight.

“Alright that’s the theme tonight?” Yui asked Izumi, covering her mouth since she was chewing. They were both currently sitting on the small kitchen counter while Taka and Toru were sitting around their dining table and Haruka was standing off to the side.

“Let’s have our guests have the honor! Hit the button to spin the wheel,” she explained as she jumped off to hand her phone to the two older men. “Ooo, looks like we’re doing ‘Women in Pop’!”

Hearing knocking from the front door, Yui yelled it was open. Semi and Jiro walked in and greeted everyone. “It smells so good,” Jiro stated, eyes lighting up once he spotted the meal that was cooked.

“Take a seat and I’ll give you a plate. Semi, would you like one too?” Haruka asked. Semi nodded his head and they both accepted the meal after thanking them for the hospitality. After they were seated Yui got them up to speed to what they were doing.

“We should probably go first to show them how it’s done,” Haruka stated.

“I kinda wanna finish my food,” Izumi mumbled which made Yui jump in and say ‘me too’. Luckily for Haruka, you had just come out of the bunk area in sweats. “Look at that, Y/n can sing with you.”

“What did I do in the first five seconds of me appearing for me to go first?” You asked confused.

“Show up. Here is your mic,” Yui responded, making you playfully roll your eyes at her.

“How do you decide what song to sing?” Taka asked.

“We just decide between ourselves. Any song is good as long as it fits the theme,” Haruka responded. You let Haruka pick and take the lead for the song as you backed her up and sang your parts while also trying to match her energy in small dance gestures. When you finished you handed your microphone to Toru who asked to go next and Haruka handed hers to Izumi. Fixing yourself a plate you took Toru’s spot and sat next to Taka while Haruka took Izumi’s spot.

“Yo,” Semi started to grab your attention, leaning forward to not speak into Taka’s face.

“Yo,” you responded.

He smirked before continuing, “nice pajamas.”

You let out a small chuckle before looking back at him. “Leave me and my comfy clothing alone, asshole. I am cozy.”

Laughing at the nickname you gave Semi, Taka decided to jump in. “Hey Eita, we should go next.”

“Eh, I don’t know. Honestly I’m not much of a karaoke guy.”

“Boo, Semi you’re no fun,” you pouted while eating your food.

“Yeah, Eita you should try it out,” Jiro added.

Semi threw his head back and grunted in disapproval before turning his head to look at you. As he leaned back you did as well and gave him a child like smile, showing as many teeth as you could with your lips curved upwards as a friendly way to encourage him. Letting out a small chuckle, he leaned forward and let his forearms rest on the table. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” You, Taka, and Jiro cheered. Izumi and Toru sang Party In the U.S.A. by Miley Cyrus which had the group laughing when Toru tried to reach the high note and when he tried to mimic Izumi’s dancing. When they were done you all applauded for them.

“Do you have an idea for a song?” Semi asked Taka, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, yeah. I wanna do Beyoncé! Is Single Ladies good?,” Taka responded with a giant grin.

“I’m good with that.” The two got up from their spots and you and Jiro slid into their spots so others could sit as well. They accepted the mics from Izumi and Toru, Taka stretching afterwards to ‘loosen his body up’.

When the music started, Taka started moving his shoulders from side to side while Semi lightly bobbed his head along to the beat. Taka took the lead and sang the first verse. As the song progressed Taka put his body more into the flow making you all get louder for him to cheer him on. Leaving the second verse to Semi he moved his torso more into the song but he couldn’t compare to Taka, and it made him start overthinking a little.

He’s so much cooler and better than he is. Taka knows how to rile up a crowd. His performances are better than Semi’s but then again he does have more experience so he has to factor that into their differences. He’s so chill and laid back but also open and hilarious, he’s got it all.

Towards the end of the song when they were singing the last of the “all the single ladies”, Taka got closer to where you were sitting and went to hold your hand as he sang, causing the group to hype him up even more than they already where.

When they finished, you and Yui went next, opting to do Katy Perry. As you took the lead, Semi couldn’t keep his eyes off you and agree with the lyrics you were singing. He enjoyed your facial expressions as you sang and the way you carried yourself, somehow different than how you were on stage. Unfortunately Semi also couldn’t stop the negative thoughts that obscured his brain.

Semi noticed the blush on your face when Taka had the slightly intimate gesture with you. What if he’s not good enough for you? He doesn’t want to hold you back from being the happiest person you could be. Semi knows he’s not the funniest, most charming person in the world. Compared to your ex, Tendou, he knows they’re almost nowhere near similar. Tendou was more easygoing and knew how to light up the mood whereas Semi is more uptight, always concerned about others and what they think. If anything Taka was more like Tendou, a potential better option for you than himself. But he knows you all had just met recently so who knows if Taka is just being friendly or trying to get at something. Maybe you were just going to stay a teenage dream.

A/n: look at that an update. Sorry for taking so long, I’ve been tired but here ya go!

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[izzierenee13]

MORPHO CLINT BARTON X OC

Chapter 2

(TW: mentions of SA, abuse)

Day three of Operation Dubai, June 8, 2009

Sometime in the Early Morning

I don’t know how I got here, how this happened, how long it had been, but I knew Clint and Nat were going to come for me. This operation was supposed to be a simple in-and-out mission, day one was figure out rotations, day two was prep and day three was get the drive and get the hell out of India.

Fury depended on this flashdrive getting back into SHIELD’s hands, as it was classified on everyone to ever even speak to an agent. That’s why he sent his three best agents to Dubai, though he knew the three of us didn’t do a mission without the others. Honestly, one person should have been able to do it. We didn’t account for HYDRA to bring the Winter Soldier in to stop us.

So here I was, on the third day, trapped in some cement cell. I heard my door clang open, and saw The Winter Soldier with two people who looked like doctors. I tried teleporting out of the cell, but a device was placed inside the handcuffs I was in to limit, and make trying to use my abilities painful.

The men grabbed me, and I fought back until a needle was placed into my neck, making me pass out. I woke up on a table in a room that was completely white, in a hospital gown. My nether-regions were extremely sore, I was in a pool of my own blood. I’d been raped, my virginity had been taken. They stripped me of my SHIELD uniform, and violated my body. I started to silently cry when a man walked in.

“Ah, Darling, you’re awake,” He said with the most evil smirk I’d ever seen. “Boys, It’s time to have fun with our plaything.” Three others came in, and this time I was awake and aware, but I was tied down so I couldn’t fight back. I sobbed the entire time.

After the four men were done with me, I was thrown back into the same cell.

The same thing happened for the next two? Three? days. Multiple times a day, multiple men, it always hurts.

Unknown Amount of Days Later, 10:30 AM

On what I assumed was the fourth day, there was a massive commotion right at the end of the first “session” of the day. I heard agents yelling to find me, and two voices stood out the most. I was in the room where they took me to hurt me, and one man was dead set on finishing. I started screaming for Clint and Nat.

“HAWKEYE. WIDOW. IN HERE!” I screamed over and over again as he thrusted into me, trying to get me to shut up.

After not even thirty seconds of screaming, the man who was using me fell limp, and I looked up to see an arrow sticking out of the base of his neck. I was crying before, but it turned to full on sobs as my partners untied me. Clint picked me up bridal style and walked me out to the quinjet.

He kept me in his arms, apologizing and giving me forehead kisses the whole ride back to the Triskelion. When we got there he instantly took me to the medbay. He laid me on the table, and turned to walk out, ‘Can you send Nat in here?” I asked with a raspy voice. The doctor was a male, and at the moment there were only four men I’d trust to be alone with.

Natasha walked in, and instantly grabbed my hand, “I’m so sorry Liza. We should have covered you better, we should have seen--”

I cut her off, “Nat, it’s okay. No one saw him. I’m just glad it was me, not you.” It physically hurt to sit up, so I casted an illusion to give her a hug. “You’re one of my best friends Nat. I love you and never in a million years would I blame you.”

She hugged me back, very tight. The doctor gave me some medications to take, a complete Rape Kit, a few more tests, then left us to get me dressed. Nat helped me get on a pair of sweats and one of Clint’s shirts.

4:00 PM

I walked out of my room and saw my dad, Pepper, Clint, Fury and Happy all waiting for me, not noticing I’d come out. I snickered, “Would you look at that, the only four men I’m okay being alone with, and the best mother figure to live.”

Before I knew it, I was in my father’s arms. They all had been crying, but I could tell he took the news of what they did to me the worst. We just stood there in a hug for what seemed like forever. “I missed you Dad.” I said into his shoulder.

“I missed you too sweetheart.” He said as he let me go, so I could give everyone else a hug.

When I had finally got to Nick, I really looked at him for the first time. I saw the tears in his eye, “Don’t go soft on me Uncle Nick.” He chuckled at the name I called him since I met him oh so many years ago and pulled me into a bear hug. “I swear if you apologize to me, I’ll leave SHIELD.” I tended to use humor to cope with the traumatic events that just happened.

June 24, 2010, 6 AM

I woke up early to train. It had been just over a year, and I was finally cleared for field work again. I walked into the training rooms and saw my two favorite people. I guess the trio reunites in training today.

“Hawkeye, Widow.” I greeted them, using their code names as they hadn’t seen me yet. The pair whipped around, surprised to see me in a public training area, seeing as I spent the last year only training in private. I didn’t want to see people as a “benched agent” even though I knew people wouldn’t judge why I was benched.

“Morpho. What brings you here?” Nat asked me as they approached, keeping formality in front of the few new agents that were in the room with us.

“Well, Fury said I could tell you the news, and I wanted to train.” I smirked and gave them both quick hugs, slightly blushing at the hug I shared with Clint. We'd gotten so close over the last year and about two months ago, I realized I was falling in love with him, but I couldn’t tell him. There’s no way he’d feel the same.

“What news? Is it good or bad?” Clint asked me while he pulled away from the hug, slightly concerned.

“I’m officially cleared for field work!” I said, and instantly was attacked in a huge bear hug with two master assassins.

6:00 PM

After a long day of training, paperwork and eventually dinner, Clint, Nat and I all decided to go out to celebrate me being cleared.

We went to a karaoke bar, and oddly enough, Clint’s got some decent pipes considering he’s mostly deaf. We drank, not too much, but enough to loosen up. I hadn’t gone in public much since Dubai, and that was hard, considering a Stark had fallen off the face of the earth. I was the news for about two months, but eventually it all faded out luckily.

11:00 PM

Our night was so fun, we ended it by walking Natasha back to her apartment. Clint and I then caught a cab to the Triskelion, as we both lived in the barracks due to not moving out, even though we could the second we became level 5 agents, we both were level 7, so we got nicer rooms than most people.

Over the past year, Clint and I had set up a system, as our rooms were next to each other, we had baby monitors in case I had a nightmare and needed someone to wake me up to calm me down. Needless to say, I had a nightmare tonight. A bad one.

Clint came running into my room, as I was thrashing around, screaming and crying. He gently shook me awake, got me to look him in the eye and I started to be able to breathe. He sat down next to me on my bed, once I calmed down enough he got up to leave and go back to bed seeing it was two in the morning.

“Clint, wait,” I said in the smallest voice ever. “Please stay, at least til I fall asleep.” He turned and came to lay next to me. I fell asleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he drew small circles on my back.

CLINT’S POV

Liza had fallen asleep and I really debated on not leaving. She looked so beautiful, peaceful even. I just wish I could tell her how I felt, that I was undeniably in love with Liza Maria Stark.

I laid there for a little bit, but eventually slipped out and back into my room. I really didn’t want Natasha or Fury seeing us in the same bed, and knowing my luck, tomorrow morning would be one where one of them comes and checks on her.

I fell asleep that night wishing she was in my arms, but there was no way she’d ever love someone like me. I was 15 years older than her.

~

A/N:

This is the last chapter of timestamps and back stories. The coming chapters will be so, so much more interesting as I can put more of the plot into them. These last couple have just been background on Clint & Liza’s background with one another. I hope you enjoy, please comment and vote!!

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[calebmontg]

* DYLAN  O’BRIEN ,  CIS MALE  +  HE / HIM  |   you  know  CALEB  MONTGOMERY ,  right ?  they’re  TWENTY SIX ,  and  they’ve  lived  in  irving  for ,  like ,  A  COUPLE  MONTHS  AT  MOST ?  well ,  their  spotify  wrapped  says  they  listened  to  WAVES  BY  DEAN  LEWIS  like ,  a  million  times  this  year ,  which  makes  sense  ‘cause  they’ve  got  that  whole  RUBBING  GLITTER  ON  PUNCTURE  WOUNDS ,  SITTING  CROSS LEGGED  IN  A  SMOKE  CIRCLE ,  SCREAMING  SONG  LYRICS  ON  A  STRANGER’S  ROOFTOP  thing  going  on .  i  just  checked  and  their  birthday  is  AUGUST  3RD ,  so  they’re  a  LEO ,  which  is  unsurprising ,  all  things  considered .  

TW INCLUDE  drugs tw ,  addiction tw ,  rehab tw ,  death tw ,  drunk driving tw ,  depression tw

alli known for disappearing constantly and never sticking to one muse back again with a muse near and dear to my heort that makes me smile ok that was gross lets get into it <3 

AESTHETICS : 

rubbing glitter on puncture wounds, sitting crossed legged in a smoke circle, screaming song lyrics on a stranger’s rooftop, inciting riots and running from your own shadow, sweaty dancing, hanging out the sunroof of a moving car, pretending to be someone else, accessorizing eyebags and sweatpants with feather boas, a coming of age movie soundtrack, liquor stores and afterparties, a map without directions.

CHARACTER INSPO : 

huckleberry finn  ( the adventures of huckleberry finn ) ,  seth cohen  ( the oc ) ,  klaus hargreeves  ( the umbrella academy ) ,  elliot goss ( search party ) ,  charlie kelly  ( it’s always sunny ) ,  hamlet  ( hamlet , don’t ask about this one but the connection is there ) ,  a series of strange headcanons i’ve developed over that years that can’t be accurately put to words

GENERAL STATISTICS : 

full name :  caleb augustus montgomery

age / dob :  twenty six / august 3rd

gender :  cis male

pronouns :  he / him

faceclaim :  dylan o’brien

orientation :  homosexual

residence :  abernathy creek

occupation :  drug dealer / mooch

pinterest :  HERE !

BIOGRAPHY :  

caleb was born in new york city  ( the upper east side )  to two doctors, his lovely but hollow mother and his cold and distant father. when he was a baby his father had an affair with another married woman resulting in the birth of his half sister, lydia montgomery, but they never grew up so much as knowing the other’s name.

he played lacrosse at his private preppy annoying rich kids high school, and surprisingly was really good at it, but he quit after a series of unfortunate events that would ultimately lead to his first stint in rehab.

he’s a dealer. he’s been a dealer since he was a freshman in high school, when he realized he could use the money to stop relying on his parent’s income and his inheritance that he was positive he would sooner be murdered for than ever receive.

at first he didn’t even do the drugs that he sold, he just pocketed the money and had a little hustle, but he inevitably started smoking the weed, and when he widened his range of inventory  ( he called it diversifying his assets )  he took a lot of everything else as well. it meant he didn’t have to sit in his numbness anymore so alright baby!

heavy partier, heavy drinker, heavy user. his grades and his performance on the field dropped drastically. he slept around a lot  ( tried to. he’s very much Gay but that realization didn’t come for a long time )  and pretty much turned into a giant dickwad.

DRUNK DRIVING TW. REHAB TW. he crashed his dad’s lamborghini one night driving blackout and when he woke up in his hospital he found his parents had packed his bags and enrolled him in rehab.

he doesn’t talk about it.

boarding school came next, and old habits die hard, but he managed to graduate. he went to college and got a degree in chemistry because he’s surprisingly smart but he’s never learned how to work an honest job and he doesn’t plan on it. 

he put himself in rehab sometime between his freshman and sophomore year. he talks about it sometimes. not ashamed of it and it actually helped him quite a bit.

DEATH TW. near the end of what was supposed to be his senior year, he received the news that his mother had passed. it was most likely his father’s doing, but white rich men can get away with anything, so he sits free. caleb steals mercilessly from him to get by, but deep down, he’s really quite terrified of the man and chose to travel around aimlessly after graduation to avoid going back to new york.

wound up in irving after a bender that lead him to abernathy creek somehow and he liked it so he’s been crashing there ever since. he doesn’t really know how long it’s been so i do not know either <3 probably about two months but he doesn’t remember half of even that <3

MISCELLANEOUS :  

he’s still a dealer. marijuana, pills, powder, miscellaneous concoctions, he’ll sell you anything. he’d gotten a lot better about using in the time leading up to his mother’s death but that wagon’s been fallen off.

he’s really depressed. he’s always been really depressed but he’s. on the up right now.

never not wearing sweats. pretty bad at remembering to shave. a man of culture! still will find an excuse to dress up for theme parties which are his secret lifeblood, especially if they’re stupid.

he’s gay just straight up not straight at all. had his awakening in college and hasn’t looked back.

lives to torment others, can’t take anything seriously, and genuinely a puppy of a person. quite frankly extremely annoying in the wrong crowd. 

tall and lanky and scrappy he has a lot of anger the kind of person who probably bit a lot of people as a child. unapologetically chaotic.

he’s intelligent but he’s also super unmotivated. he straight up did not attend class and scraped by literally by the grace of some god. he doesn’t use his brain much at all. 

lazy. hates labor. crude sense of humor. 

a really fucking good time <3 he will invite himself to parties he does not need to be asked he somehow just knows. he calls it a sixth sense for sniffing out heathenism. 

likes almost everyone but also dramatic. sleeps around. lives for causing chaos and being the center of attention and unapologetic about it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS : 

couches he crashes on if he doesn’t think he’ll make it back to the commune because he’s too inebriated to stand or simply too lazy to find his way back.

hookups. he may call you back but only if he’s lonely. actually has a good heart but where has that ever gotten him? 

friends. a whole friend group please. messy. let’s start drama. 

people he sells to, people he buys from, other dealers that don’t like that this dude who somehow always has good shit has landed themselves in town and is making himself a Presence. 

someone he met while singing a duet at the bar and now they’re attached at the hip. stealing from karaoke night theme because i think this is how he would genuinely make friends. 

someone who doesn’t like him and he’s so self absorbed he hasn’t noticed at all. 

people who live in abernathy creek and are literally like what the fuck are you doing here. you stole my bed. and he says i’m sorry <3 do u want to get a drink? 

people who do not want him to leave town and every time he says i must be going say .. no please don’t. 

um i don’t know i can come up with a million random scenarios for him i’ll put out a plot call and come up with more if none of these work? 

[leossmoonn]

hii congrats on 1.4k!! can i request 🔮 for male marauders and golden trio era? my pronouns are she/her, i’m gryffindor, i laugh in situations i shouldn’t be laughing at, i’m very friendly and i act the same around a person i know for 5 minutes and a person i know for years, i’m loud when talking, i’m too kind for my own sake, i get annoyed easily but everyone says i’m funny then, i get nervous easily especially around a person i like and i get especially loud then, i love nature and swimming and i love dancing but i’m really bad at it,, thank you!!

thank you so much! yes yes of course!

male marauders ship - james potter

when james first heard your laugh, he immediately fell in love. he was in detention and had heard your laugh from outside the classroom. you were walking through the halls w marlene and dorcas as you all had a free period. james turned his head and fell even more as he saw your face. he then realised it was you, gryffindor prefect and top of all your classes. sirius had always thought you were a know-it-all, but james thought you were funny and pretty and he was determined to get to know you better.

so after detention, he went to his house to find you. luckily, you were studying w remus and lily. he walked up to you all suave and gave you a little smirk, to which you reacted by just staring at him while sweating profusely. little did he know, you also liked him. but ofc he didnt know that, not yet, so his smile faltered and he gave you a warm, polite smile instead and said “hi, y/n. i’m james potter. we have potions and DADA together.” he held his hand out for you to shake and you stared at it for a good few seconds before laughing. youre like “y-you, you know my name? ohmygod, haha- WOW. s-sorry, i-i’m not usually this um, giggly. HAHA” and james just grins and says “no worries love. do you mind accompanying to hogsmeade this weekend” and youre like “… alright…” and james is sooo happy hehe. “it’s a date!” he exclaimed before running up to his dorm to find sirius to tell him the good news. the wait for the weekend was painful for both of you, but def worth it.

you met him at the gates, looking beautiful as usual. james complimented you like 100 timed in the first 5 minutes, you were grinning like a child who just got their christmas wish. you two strolled around the town, james ending up buying everything for you 💀. you open up to him pretty quickly and you two bounce from topic to topic seamlessly. at the end of the night, you two were at hog’s head and (ik this sounds like a muggle thing but shhh) they had karaoke night and lily and remus sung a duet, to which james pulled you up from your seat in surprise. at first you're confused and are like "wth???" and james is like "dance with me, darling!" and you're like "HAHA NO" and james frowns and asks why and you pull him close and say "i'm horrible at dancing, james. althought i will admit, i love it," you chuckle. and james is like "perfect! here, i'll teach you, m'kay?" and you're not so sure but yk james won't let up so you follow him to the dance floor.

he puts your arms around his neck and he puts his hands on the middle of your back, not too high, not too low, and you two start dancing. james at first is impressed and is like "you're not half bad, l/n." but he's spoken too soon bc you then begin to step on his feet as you two sway faster. and he's like "OW OW OW!" and you pull away from him and is like "ah im so sorry. i didn't mean to :((" and he just shrugs, "it's alright. no worries. here, lemme teach you". and he takes you in his arms again. "just follow my lead, okay. relax and just feel the music. if you panic, just stop, look at my feet, and regroup, m'kay?" and you nod tentatively and he smiles and you two start swaying. for the first 3 minutes, your eyes are at his feet, watching his and making sure you don't trip again and hurt his toes. and a few minutes later, you are dancing like a pro! (you step on his feet still... but only a few times so its not that bad hehe).

male golden trio ship - fred weasley

fred made smth blow up in hagrid's face (bless his soul) and the whole class went silent except for you. fred and george were laughing, but they were keeping it quiet while you were literally honking. your whole face gets hot with embarrassment as you realise you're the only one laughing and everyone is staring at you. you look down in shame at your desk as you feel everyone's judging eyes on you. well, not everyone is judging hehe. hargrid ends up taking 15 points from your house, 10 for the prank, 5 for you laughing (oops...). hagrid continues class and everyone goes back to paying attention to him except for fred. he's staring at you the whollleeee time.

you're two grades below him (u two are 5th and 7th year but ill age u up to 16 instead of 15 since he’s 17:)) so honestly he's never really noticed you outside of the common room before. you are friends w ron tho so ofc he knows of you and has seen you around the school, but he's never really paid attention to you before until now. and he glad he finally did because you are gorgeousss. after class, he ends up approaching you and ofc you're starstruck bc your best friend's cool, funny, hot older brother is talking to you.

he's like "i noticed you were laughing at my prank. you think that was funny?" and his tone kinda makes you scared bc he's really serious, but you end up nodding really slowly. his serious face breaks into a happy one as he says "great! at least someone was amused. say, you're friends with my baby brother, right?" he asks. and you're like "um... yeah..." and he says "great! well, why don't you take a break from hanging out w my loser brother and hang out w me tonight? george and i are planning a few more pranks." your jaw drops to the mf floor and youre like “uh. um yeah… s-sure” and fred’s like “😁😁😁 GREAT. see u then, l/n!” and your heart goes 🦋🦋🦋 and youre like “alright.. see you then”

so like you tell your friends, harry ron and hermione, abt your plans and harry is like “cool cool. tell us how it goes!” and hermione and you are giggling abt you hanging out w a boy two years up from you. and ron’s like “yeah whateva. have fun ig🙄” and hes just jealous bc his cool olders brothers are stealing his best friend but you reassure him you’re still his bff and youll hang out w him after/the next day. A

NYWAYS so it comes time and you step into the common room, confused as there was no one there. so you go and sit on the couch to wait but as you sit down, fred’s face immediately emerges from nowhere and you literally trip over and fall into him (which youre freaked out bc you cant see his body) but the invisibility cloak drops and he puts his arms around you quickly and holds you up just as your abt to fall. and your faces are literally like millimeters apart. and you think youre abt to kiss but fred pulls away and helps stabilize you before grabbing his cloak. youre like all shy again and he just smiles and says hello and sits down in the couch. you follow him in suit and he explains what the invisibility cloak is. then he gets out all his toys and prank stuff and you’re honestly really interested and you even give him ideas for new pranks and yk he likes you like 1000 times more hehe.

you two end up talking for a few hours and you emerge out of your shell and fred is very happy bc he now sees like the real you. a few hours later and your curled up on the couch, head on his shoulder and youre about to fall asleep (super romantic). fred then mentions george and youre like “oh wait. how come he isnt here?” and fred’s like “hes w angelina. his gf” and youre like “oooh” and then you boldly ask “do you have a gf” and you lift your head up from his shoulder and your face is so close to his, not as close as before, but you can feel his breath on your lips. and he looks you in the eyes and is like “no” and youre like “do you like anyone?” and as he speaks he looks down at your lips, “yeah. i think i do” and you think you know its you bc well like, how can you not in this moment. and youre like “who?” and hes like “you” AND THEN (im sorry this shit is so long but im living the dream) he leans in and your lips touch and you kiss and its all 😍🦋😏😁😋😩🥰🤩😽👻. lol anyways you pull away and are like 😳 and fred is like 😏 “ill see u tmrw right?” and youre like “y-yeah…” and you watch as he stood up and collects his stuff and leaves you. once you know hes gone, you stand up and start squealing and jumping around hehe and you run upstairs to tell hermione.

next morning, fred finds you at lunch and asks you point blank if you wanna be his gf and youre like “yes duh.” and you two then become official! so even tho fred is a prankster and is always carefree and stuff, he does have a compassionate side that comes out when he feels need be. hes so supportive too and he treats you like a mf queen. he’ll literally buy you anything and will do anything for you. he also plays jokes on u which you get him back and hes very impressed w your creativity and boldness.

so during breaks and summers, you visit the burrow and you two often hang out outside near the willow tree in their yard. you two also go swimming in the lake (let’s pretend its a big lake not a pond lol). its super nice and relaxing especially on like 90 degree days where you two are melting. you two always are splashing each other and laughing loudly. sometimes you two just cuddle and drink pumpkin juice and talk about what fred is gonna do now that he’s outta school. tbh youre afraid that once you go back to school and youre apart, youll grow apart, but fred always assure you two that you wont bc you two are soulmates <3

hope you enjoyed this!

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Merry Christmas, @negativenorth!

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Welcome To The Jingle

Derek was positive he’d never seen so much glitter and tinsel in his life, and he’d grown up with two sisters and seven female cousins.  

“Tell me why we’re here again?” he whispered out the side of his mouth at Boyd, ever his most level-headed beta.  The temperature had dropped with the sun, and his words swirled into mist before they dispersed into the night air.  Derek could admit—only to himself, of course, never out loud—that he was a little desperate to make new holiday traditions with his (officially all adults now thank god) pack.  But his ideas had run more along the lines of a cozy take-out dinner at his new apartment, an ugly sweater or white elephant party, or maybe volunteering at the local soup kitchen. 

It had not involved spending Christmas Eve at Jungle.     

“It was this, or karaoke, Derek,” Erica answered with a grimace.  “And I’ve heard you sing.”

“But this?” Derek motioned to the “Ladies” Night vinyl banner hanging over the front door, flapping in the cool night breeze.  “Male strippers don’t seem especially… festive.”

“Maybe they’ll be wearing red and green thongs,” Isaac supplied, snuggling his red-tipped nose further into the fashionable scarf wrapped artfully around his neck. 

They flashed their IDs at the bouncer, a burly dude Derek recognized from high school, but couldn’t attach a name to the unsmiling face. The guy, decked out head to toe in black except for a necklace of merrily twinkling plastic holiday lights, gave Derek a curious once-over, then addressed Erica.  “Hale, party of ten?”

Derek opened his mouth to refute the number, but Erica flashed a megawatt smile. “That’s us.”

He handed her a white laminated card proclaiming Welcome to The Jingle in blocky stenciled letters.  “You’re at the VIP table, center stage.” He hiked a thumb over his shoulder.  “The rest of your party is already here.”

“Who are we meeting?” Derek asked Boyd.  He really wasn’t up for making conversation with people he didn’t know.  “What’s going on?”

“You’ll see.”  Boyd managed to make the statement, punctuated by a slap on the back, seem ominous. “Don’t say we never gave you anything.” 

Cutting through the thick-as-molasses crowd was slow going.  All around him, sweaty middle-aged women screeched at a beefy guy with thighs to rival Derek’s in circumference, bumping and grinding up on the stage to Lady Gaga’s Christmas Tree. Isaac had been wrong about the red and green thongs; this guys wasn’t wearing anything but a fur-trimmed santa hat. The whole place reeked of stale perfume and cheap baby oil. One woman threw a lacy blue bra on stage.   

Not for the first time that evening—and most of the time, if he was being honest—Derek found himself missing Stiles, who wasn’t due home from his last semester until the day after Christmas.  Right about now Stiles would be riling up the pack good-naturedly, making inappropriate jokes, pulling begrudging smiles from Derek.  Stiles would love the ridiculousness of male strippers on Christmas Eve, would help Derek embrace the fun in every chaotic adventure they found themselves in.   

The throng parted and Derek got a glimpse of some familiar faces sitting around a table with a hot-pink tented Reserved sign.  “Scott! Kira!” Derek exclaimed, heart alight with happiness. “I didn’t think you were due back from Japan until January!”

“Are you kidding?” Kira said with a smile.  “We wouldn’t miss this!”

“Neither would we,” his sister Cora said, motioning to Lydia and leaning over the table to give Derek a kiss on the cheek.

“I would gladly have missed it,” Jackson said in a bored tone, wrapping his arm around Ethan’s shoulder, “but there’s really nothing else to do in this podunk town.”

Allison rolled her eyes. “The population of Beacon Hills is almost thirty-thousand, Jackson.  It’s nothing compared to London’s eight million, or the two million in Paris, but we’re certainly not in the backwoods.” 

“I can’t believe you all traveled home for the holidays, and decided the first thing you wanted to do was go see a strip show.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to have everyone back, but…” Derek trailed off.  He was honestly a little baffled.  Except for Cora and Lydia, everyone in their ragtag group had twenty-four-seven access to dick, either their own or their partners, and looking around, he’d wager when you counted in all the full-moon runs through the preserve that had ended with naked shifts back from their wolfy forms, they’d all seen more penis over the last year than any of the other customers in the infamous gay club.  Why they wanted to see more, and on Christmas Eve of all nights, made no sense.

“We’re all here for support,” Scott said with a wink. Support?  Supporting who? 

Erica man-handeled Derek into the booth as the stripper on stage ended his dance to uproarious applause and explicit cat-calls, and sat on the end so Derek couldn’t escape.   

  “Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Sexy Santa!” The announcer called into the hand-held microphone. Santa took a few deep bows and blew several kisses.  ”If you jingle his bells, he’ll give you a white Christmas.”

Derek stood up. Screw traditions and pack bonding.  “Yeah, no. I’m going home. See you all in the morning.”

Erica grabbed him by the back of his leather jacket, seams screaming in protest as she forcefully pulled him back into the booth. “Sit down!  You’re going to miss the main attraction!”

“Why should I care about seeing whomever is taking their clothes off next?”

Erica’s smile was evil.  ”Because you know him.”

”Wha--” The overhead lights dimmed, casting the stage, outlined in dim red rope lighting, into darkness. The opening riff of Welcome to the Jungle screamed through the sound system, foundation accompanied by festive jingling bells and a heavy rolling baseline that pounded the floor under Derek’s feet, vibrating his legs until they felt like jelly.

Welcome to the jingle, get out your toys and games

Got you on the naughty list baby, you’ll call out our names

Hard and rough or slow and kind

whatever you may need

If you got that package, honey

Wrap it up for me

”What the f--” Derek didn’t get to finish.  A good-yellow spotlight came on, sudden and blinding, illuminating a dancer on stage.  He was dressed in knee-high red and white striped socks, ridiculous curved black elf shoes, and a black thong with a wrapped, bow-topped present super glued directly over his crotch.

The dancer was Stiles.

Stiles, so lithe and pale, creamy snow-white skin a stark contrast to the rippling oiled bronze muscles of Sexy Santa, but no less alluring.  He was lean lines of smooth stomach and slightly jutting hip bones.  He was sinewy arms and thin but powerful thighs. A small layer of sweat pooled at the back of Derek’s neck, a single trickle dropping down the back of his t-shirt.

Long-fingered hands grabbed on to a gleaming silver pole as he undulated his body out and in, shoulders and spine rolling, perfectly timed to the music. A murmur of appreciation rippled through Derek’s chest like a growl. After a few sinuous circuits around the pole, Stiles arched back, pulling himself off the ground, curling like a snake around the silver metal as he spun, thighs quivering slightly. The crowd went wild, money raining down on the stage floor.

Stiles uncurled, absurd elf shoes dropping back to the floor. He shimmied toward the edge of the stage, faux-package bobbing before Derek’s eyes as he fell into a deep squat in front of the packs booth. He had the audacity to wink at Derek, who was extremely grateful he was sitting down, the tent in his pants hidden from view under the table. Stiles dropped down onto his elbows and forearms, pelvis oscillating inches above the floor.

Stiles collected a few bills in the strap of his g-string, then crawled back toward the pole on his hands and knees, giving Derek and the rest of the audience a fantastic view of his ass.  He stepped in front of the pole, grabbed it from behind with both hands and thrusts his hips into the air.

The whole pack came to their feet, screaming and whistling so loud Derek missed the last few bastardized lyrics of the song.  Stiles took one final another spin around the pole before taking a bow.

The announcer called for one last round of applause and Stiles disappeared backstage.  

“That was amazing!” Kira screamed, bouncing on her toes.

Jackson huffed. “Why can’t Stilinski ever show that much grace and coordination when we have to take down a threat?”

The announcer slunk over to the edge of the stage and motioned to Derek. “This is for you,” he said, handing Derek a slip of white paper. The pack broke out in a collective “ohhhhhh!” Unfolding it, Derek found a note written in Stiles’ slanted script: Meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes.  

“We’ll see you tomorrow morning to open our presents, Erica said with a smirk, sliding out of the booth and granting Derek his freedom. “Tell Stiles we all enjoyed the show.”

 And Derek meant to, as soon as Stiles walked up to him in the parking lot, now fully dressed, but instead what fell out of his mouth was, “Dear God, are those fake elf ears?” Derek reached up and ran a finger along the pointed tip of Stiles’ ear. “You are such a nerd.”

Stiles threw his head back and laughed, exposing the long line of his pale neck, the heat of his breath rolling toward the black sky in white misty clouds. “When I play a part, I commit. I had an extra pair laying around from that Halloween I was Spock.”  He flashed Derek the Vulcan salute.

“Is this a part you’ll be playing a lot now that you’re officially back in Beacon Hills?” Derek asked, gesturing at the “Ladies” Night sign, now hanging haphazardly over the club door. “You were amazing up there.”

“Are you kidding?  My father would kill me. This was just a favor for the girls.  They were short on dancers because of the holiday.” He looked Derek up and down, weighing his words against the line of Derek’s shoulder and the clench of his jaw.  “But there is something I’m hoping to commit to.  Someone.”

Derek stepped closer, pulling Stiles into his chest.  “This someone better appreciate your dance moves.”

Stiles rubbed his hips against Derek’s.  “Oh, I’m absolutely sure he does.”  He came up on top-toe, closing the last few inches of space between their mouths.  

“The pack will be expecting breakfast tomorrow,” Derek gasped, pulling back from the kiss. Stiles’ face followed his, biting playfully at his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, I make a mean stack of pancakes.” He slipped their hands together and squeezed, a warm, gentle pressure.  “Come on, Derek.” He smiled, cheeks glimmering in the moonlight with iridescent glitter.  “Take me home.”

[alleiradayne]

Unconventional A J2 x Reader RPF Series

After a rousing evening of Friday Night Karaoke at the Supernatural convention, you’re tired and about to go to bed. But then a distinctly familiar laugh echoes through the hallway outside your hotel room door, and sleep is the last thing on your mind.

Part II - Positional

Summary: After a drink with the guys, you head back to your hotel. Warnings/Tags: A metric shit ton of smut, oral (male and female receiving), fluids, dirty talk, a teensy bit of angst. Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Female Reader Word Count: 4,530 A/N: For the love of everything good in this world, assume everyone involved is single or polyamorous. No. Wife. Hate. Allowed. This series as a whole will fulfill my Polyamory square for @spnkinkbingo but not until closer to the end. Beta’d by @atc74 because she’s awesome and managed to read this hella long buncha nonsense.

“Wanna see the suite?”

Jared’s crooked smile let on more than his words, and so you asked, “Does one manhattan put you under?”

Past your door, Jared led you to his as he laughed a low hum. “Lately, yeah. Not as young as I used to be.”

“Eh, there are worse things,” you replied. “I hardly had anything and I’m... pleasantly buzzed.”

The door to the suite opened as he pushed it aside and said, “You just drank a long pour of scotch and you’re tiny. I’m surprised you’re still on your feet.”

“Alright, I’m not that terrible...” you mumbled as you stepped over the threshold. The entry sprawled through an open floor plan with a full kitchen, dining room, and living room laid out in a wide arc. In the far corner of the living room stood a baby grand piano, and near it, a small wet bar. It wasn’t as if you didn’t know how celebrities traveled; lavish hotels came with the territory. But to actually be in a gorgeous suite—a baby grand piano for Christ’s sake—rendered you speechless.

The door clicked shut behind you as massive hands enveloped your shoulders. Strong fingers kneaded the knots of your muscles and his lips followed the warmth of his breath on your neck. His sudden touch revitalized the intoxicating rush, so dizzy with arousal your knees threatened to collapse. Despite your best efforts, a whimper escaped your lips as Jared’s relentless touch reduced you to a moaning mess, the suite forgotten.

“You sound exquisite, Y/N” Jared whispered, breath hot on your ear. “I can’t wait to hear more.”

With lightning speed, you turned into him, grabbed his collar, and your eyes locked with his. There, in that liminal space between hesitation and determination, you floundered in a sea of blue and green and gold. When Jared remained still, you acted, unable to restrain yourself any longer, and your lips landed on his.

Bulleit. And Cherry. For the rest of your life, you would never forget the distinct taste of drink on Jared’s tongue as he teased your lips apart and laved over yours. Massive arms encompassed your frame with ease, so small compared to him, and the floor fell from your feet as he straightened. Out of instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips, the perfect fit. God, but his strength; broad shoulders under your arms, huge hands grasping your ass, and the hard expanse of his chest flush against yours all combined for an indelible memory like a brand on your very flesh.

When he carried you to the counter in the kitchen, his lips still locked on yours, another moan sang in your throat, and Jared swallowed it. His tongue and lips unrelented in their desire to taste you, and a moan of his own echoed yours. You could have died there, that kiss alone plenty to satisfy you for eons, but when your lungs burned for breath, he sensed your struggle and released you.

“Sorry,” he muttered, lips wet against your neck. “I got a little carried away.”

After a few deep breaths steadied your focus, you sighed into his touch, fingers prying at your shirt. “I did, too. I don’t want to stop.”

“I don’t know what I should have expected, but kissing you… I definitely did not expect that,” he admitted.

“I enjoyed it,” you mused as you unbuttoned his shirt. “I’ll admit, I’m not familiar with having that effect on a guy.”

With your own shirt undone, deft fingers slipped the flannel from your shoulders. “Jensen was right, they’re missing out.” Massive hands gripped your waist, so large that his fingers spanned your back almost to touch. “We may have a problem though.”

Beneath his shirt, a black v-neck gathered the sweat that ran from the hollow of his neck. You peeled his plaid from his shoulders as you asked, “What’s that?”

“You’re really tiny,” he mused as his hands slid up beneath your breasts. “It’s hot, but I’m worried.”

Maybe it was the way Jared gazed so longingly upon you. Maybe it was his grasp barely cupping your breasts, thumbs smoothing your t-shirt. Or maybe it was the bulge in his pants that drew your attention. Emboldened so, you reached between the two of you and cupped him, the hard length of his cock twitching at your rough touch.

Jared sucked a gasp through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Y/N, you don’t waste any time.”

A subtle stroke dragged a moan from him as you confirmed his concerns. “You’re worried about hurting me, aren’t you? With this?” you asked as you rubbed with a firmer grasp.

“Yes,” he sighed, “I love how small you are, but…”

“Look at me,” you demanded, and he obeyed, hazel eyes locked on yours. “I can handle it. I promise. Now, are you gonna just tease me or get me out of these clothes?”

His deep growl sank straight to your core, already so wet. Your t-shirt stripped over your head with Jared’s help and revealed a particularly boring bra of black cotton. But Jared ogled you nonetheless, fingers tracing the curves of your breasts before his lips met your flesh. From your collar bone to the swell of your breasts he kissed as one large hand slipped along your spine and your eyes fluttered shut. With a deft flick of his fingers, your bra snapped apart, then flew across the room as Jared tossed it aside.

“Damn.”

Lost in his touch, your eyes snapped open to find Jared staring at your chest. As though in reverence, he knelt before you and gathered your breasts in both hands, then buried his face between them. Lascivious kisses left a trail of wet as he shifted to the right, and, without warning, sealed his lips over your nipple.

“Holy shit, Jared,” you sucked through gritted teeth. “That’s… son of a bitch that feels good.”

He hummed his approval into your skin. “You taste good,” he started as he looked up to you. “But I wonder…” he drawled as one hand slipped along your thigh to your center and rubbed through your jeans.

An unbidden moan burst from your lips, and Jared grinned at that. The button of your jeans parted and the zipper fell as he undid your pants. He wasted no time from there, his lips sealed around your nipple once more and his hand slipped into your underwear. And when his fingers parted your sopping cunt, your scream rent the air. His lips found yours in a rush, his free hand grasping your hair at the back of your neck, and he swallowed your moans.

The sudden realization that you sat on the counter of a hotel room with Jared Padalecki’s long fingers stroking your sex and his tongue filling your mouth released a wave of arousal straight to your cunt. The warmth pooled, Jared’s moans and your own helpless whimpers filling your ears. God, but he felt incredible. Sure, you’d had your suspicions, your fantasies. But experiencing him in the flesh? Fuck, nothing compared.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re really ready for this,” he whispered, interrupting your thoughts.

Solid, you clung to his massive shoulders for leverage as Jared continued to finger you. “It’s your fault,” you gasped.

The sudden emptiness rent a gasp from your lungs as Jared withdrew. With a languid suckle, he cleaned his fingers of your arousal, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You are delicious,” he whispered against your skin as he picked you up, massive hands grasping your ass, and carried you to the bedroom.

Though strong, his gentleness prevailed as he lay you on the bed. When he said nothing, you asked, “Where do you want me?”

Jared unzipped his pants, revealing blue and black boxer briefs hugging his enormous bulge. “Right there. But sit up for me?”

You did as he asked, more than eager to please. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He nodded, a devious glimmer in his hazel eyes. “Only if you want.”

Your fingers teased his exposed skin at the waistband of his underwear. “Oh, I do.”

“Good. And don’t worry,” he whispered as he stepped closer. “I’ll owe you.”

An unbidden moan slipped passed your lips at the thought of Jared’s head between your thighs. But the twitch beneath the fabric of his underwear snatched your attention. The etched muscles of his hips flexed as you slipped your fingers beneath the waistband. The fabric followed as you pulled, slipped over his thighs and his stiffened cock fell free.

Jared kicked his shoes aside and stepped from his pants as he knelt on the bed beside you. You couldn’t help but stare, so distracted by his erection, and when you said nothing for several seconds, Jared spoke. “Well?”

Your eyes snapped to his, wide and waiting. “Well what?”

“Is it…”

Really? He was self-conscious about… that? “Jared, you do realize you have the whole package, right?”

The pink blush in his cheeks deepened, flushed to his collar. “I… it doesn’t hurt to hear it.”

True. “You’re hot as hell,” you whispered as you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock. “You’re compassionate.” The tip neared your lips. “And you’re brilliant.” An inch shy of his flesh, you hesitated. “Should I continue?”

One of his massive hands delved into your hair as he grinned his devious grin. “Suck my cock, Y/N.”

Beyond ready, you reached out with your tongue, the salt of his skin sharp. When your lips closed around the head, your eyes locked with his. The light of a million stars burst in his hazel gaze, wide and focused on you. His jaw gaped as you took him into your mouth, inch by inch, until he slid into your throat.

And then the most delectable whimper fell from Jared’s lips.

God, but he was perfect. He towered over you with his heaving chest and sweat drenched shirt. Golden brown locks of his hair fell across his face, matted to his temple. And his hips. Oh, those hips, with their subtle demand for more, more of you, more of your mouth on his cock.

His grip of your hair tightened as you withdrew him, and then you set your steady pace. With each bob of your head, his hips rolled to meet you, sending his cock down your throat each time. The mere idea of Jared fucking your mouth had ruined many pairs of your underwear in the past. But there, in that moment, with his cock in your throat, your world shattered.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned. “That… holy shit, stop.” His hips stuttered as he withdrew from your mouth. “Damn, you're too good at that.”

A bead of precum gathered at the tip of his cock, begging to be licked. Once more, you reached with your tongue for a long lick, and Jared shuddered, thighs twitching with want. “Coming from you, that's quite the compliment,” you said.

When he released your hair, Jared grasped his shirt and tore it over his head. Completely naked, hair a mess, and sweat rolling down his chest, he was a vision of lust. Mouth agape, you stared, unable to look away, to speak, to think. Once more, your world came to a screeching halt, nothing but Jared and his body consuming your senses.

“Y/N?”

You shook your head. “Hm?”

His blush ran down his chest. “You said it was a compliment coming from me. Why's that?”

With a bewildered shake of your head you said, “You’re joking, right? You're a hot TV star. You've gotta be swimming in pussy and blowjobs,” you said.

“Not really,” he mused. “I mean, I could be but it's not what I'm looking for.” He grasped you by the hips and shifted you up on the bed. His long fingers slipped into the waistband of your pants and tugged, jeans and underwear pulled over the supple curve of your ass. With surprisingly gentle fingers, he spread your thighs and settled his hips between them. The length of his cock stroked against your sopping skin, coated in your arousal, and you sighed as you spoke.

“Am I what you’re looking for?”

His lips meet yours, tender, firm. From there, he kissed along your jaw and down your neck as he spoke. “You might be.” Past your collar, he kissed between your breasts and down your stomach. At the crook of your thigh, he paused. “I think you might be.”

As he centered between your thighs, his eyes locked on yours. Anticipation raced across your skin with gooseflesh, the subtle arch in your back unbidden, uncontrollable. Once more, Jared smiled his wicked grin as he hooked his arms beneath your thighs, and his lips met yours. Unfettered, his tongue parted your sex and circled your clit with a single lick, and you swore you died in that very moment.

What had you done to deserve this? The question raced through your mind as each sensation—the flat of his tongue, the bite of his nails, the heat of his breath—consumed you, drowned in an endless sea of lust. And when Jared’s eyes closed, rolled into the back of his head, he moaned with you. Wet slicked your thighs as his tongue and jaw worked, the scruff of his fresh beard rough on your sensitive skin. Lewd sounds of his feasting drowned your thoughts as he sucked and swallowed every drop of your arousal.

And then the sudden fullness of his fingers returned, his demanding pace set immediately. The familiar ache of your climax gathered with a heat between your shaking thighs as Jared’s lips neared your clit. “Come for me, Y/N. I want you to come on my face.”

Another moan burst from your lips as his mouth sealed around your clit. Together, his long fingers and firm tongue rushed you to your end, your orgasm surging in a shower of sparks. Spasms rocked through your entire body with each pulse of your orgasm, back curling and stomach clenched. The heat of release spread to your curled toes, to your fingers grasping his hair, and to that sweet spot below your ears at the back of your jaw. Jared watched, his eyes never leaving yours, his tongue and fingers working your flesh until you begged him to stop. When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, he relented and parted from you.

“And here I thought you tasted pretty sweet on my fingers,” Jared mused as he sucked himself clean. “I could eat you out for hours.”

“Maybe next time,” you quipped. “I hope you—”

Jared reached into the nightstand and withdrew a condom. “Got it,” he said as he tore the foil and rolled it on. “How do you—”

“Lay down,” you ordered, and he obeyed. On his back, with his arms above his head and his long, lean body stretched to the end of the bed, you traced the deep lines of his muscled chest. Down to his stomach you teased his heated skin, his breath quickening and the pulse at his throat racing.  When you brushed past his cock, he startled with a curse.

“Are you just gonna tease me the whole time?”

Intrigued, you thought it might not be a bad idea. “I kinda like seeing you squirm.”

Jared grunted as he gripped the sheet in tight fists, but he said nothing, and, instead, smiled. With delicate fingertips, you continued, tracing the lines of his hips. That earned you a long, hard flex of his cock as though it begged for your attention. “Should I—”

“Please,” he begged. “It hurts. Like, I ache all over, I can’t stand it.”

You straddled his hips with a roll of yours, dragging your cunt along his cock, and Jared moaned with such desperation, you almost felt sorry for him. As you lay flat atop him, bodies flush and sticking, you whispered in his ear. “I can take care of you.”

Another moan burst from his lips that deepened to a growl in one breath as his hands flew to your ass, slapping as he grabbed you. “Fuck me, Y/N. I wanna see you ride my cock.”

With your hands planted on his chest, you rolled your hips until the head of his cock centered with your pussy. “Ready?”

Jared nodded with a vigorous shake of his head, patient. He could have taken control, snapped his hips and slammed his cock into you completely. But he waited. For you. You had control and he reveled in it. And so, you descended, each inch slipping inside of you, filling you to the brim.

Son of a bitch, he had been right. Jared was huge. Not that you couldn’t handle him, but damn did he spread you as wide as you thought possible. And the length. Fuck. Good thing you were on top, in control. For now. Eventually, he could take over. But for now, you had the reigns.

When you flexed your thighs and rose, that second stroke drew the breath from his lungs. Jared grasped your hips, his nails biting into your skin as he sucked air through gritted teeth. In his eyes, his struggle raged, a wildfire seeking an outlet, and so, you gave it to him.

You tried to set a steady pace, but the moment you started, your own willpower abandoned you. With each stroke, you sped up, bodies slapping together. Jared’s gaze drifted to your breasts, then your thighs, and back up again. He tried to look everywhere all at once, taking all of you in as you rode his cock. When you moaned, he sang with you, marked with each of your thrusts. It wasn’t long before he met your hips halfway, thrusting up into you with incessant power.

A mere minute raced you back to the apex of your pleasure, walls clenching and thighs quivering with exhaustion. Fucking a guy like Jared took extra work, but it was worth it. So very worth it, for when your orgasm unraveled, he froze, hips rolled up for you to grind out your release. And what a sweet release it was, long and drawn after the first. The second orgasm was always better, you knew.

But the third would be the best.

Collapsed against his chest, you gasped as the wave of euphoria crashed over your body. Jared’s massive arms wrapped around you, enveloping you from shoulder to hip, and held you tight. His smooth baritone whispered in your ear sweet nothings that soothed and encouraged and dammit it all to hell if it wasn’t already love.

Despite that tender moment, Jared squirmed beneath you, a roll of his hips stroking his throbbing cock. When you looked to him, he smiled a sheepish smile and said, “Sorry. It’s… I can’t help it.”

“Don’t be,” you excused as you sat up, then withdrew from him.

As if you had taken away his favorite toy, he gaped. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” you replied as you arched your back, arms stretched overhead. “Your turn.”

Jared looked at your ass, high above your head, and blinked. “You want me to fuck you from behind?”

“Hell yeah. I’m not a position queen or anything, but I have some favorites,” you said. With a waggle of your hips, you finished, “this happens to be one of them.”

Jared rose to his knees and, with a rough grab of your hips, jerked you to him. You squawked in surprise, but when his massive hand smoothed the length of your spine, that indignant sound leveled out into a long low moan. “Stay like that,” he ordered. “Keep your head down and that beautiful ass up. Like you’re presenting.”

“Kinky,” you mewled. “I like it. Now fuck me, Jared,” you added with a buck of your hips.

The flat of his hand met your ass with such a resounding slap, you couldn’t even scream. When you pulled away, Jared pulled you back to his hips, his cock between your cheeks. “You said it was my turn,” he growled as he stroked himself with a roll of his hips. The tip dragged down until it pressed against your dripping cunt, but he didn’t push any further. “So, I call the shots, then. Right?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm and a coy smirk over your shoulder. “I’ll do whatever you say,” you added with a wink.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed with his own devious grin. But he gave no order. He issued no command, merely held you still until the snap of his hips slammed his cock into you to the hilt.

There you had breath to scream. And scream you did, a long keening wail that didn’t come close to expressing that glorious mix of pain and pleasure. Jared, bless his heart, broke role and said, “Holy shit, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I—”

“Didn’t I tell you I could handle it?” you interrupted with a grin over your shoulder again. “Seriously, I’m good. Give it to me however you want, Jared.”

“Just…” he paused, a nervous knit in his brow. “Stop me if you need to, alright? I’m really not into hurting my partners.”

“Aw, how cute,” you drawled. “Me? I like feeling a little sore the next day. Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. Now are you gonna—”

It wasn’t that you forgot just how big Jared was. But when he moved fast as a cat and enveloped your entire body, bent over yours with a hand covering your mouth, you screamed in shock. Jared hesitated one more time until you winked again, and then he spoke. “Oh, I’ll fuck you, Y/N. You’ll be sore for a week, and when you think about it, you’ll remember it was me. Whenever you see me, on tv or at a con or in a video, you’ll remember it was me that made you feel so fucking good.”

When Jared shoved back from your face and grabbed your hips, you braced yourself, one hand flat against the headboard and the other grasping a pillow. He set a hard and fast pace without any buildup, pounding his cock into your pussy. Every growl and grunt and moan echoed through the hotel room, his voice and yours alike. The slap of his hips against your ass interrupted those cries of pleasure, the rhythm to your song, and soon, your mind drifted.

Over your shoulder you watched as Jared thrust into you, his hips doing all the work. He fucked like a god, his eyes locked on your pussy wrapped around his cock, hair in his face, and every muscle in his entire body taut with his impending orgasm. Sweat rolled down his chest and dripped from his hair to mix with yours as he smoothed the skin along your spine.

With his long reach, Jared grasped your hair and pulled, a firm tug that earned him a surprised moan. Faster he thrust into you, harder and deeper, with all his curses and praises and fuck, Y/N, your pussy feels so good, I love fucking you, god, I’m gonna come, fuck, Y/N, fuck!

The sudden rush of your own release swelled and overflowed at the sight and sound of Jared’s climax. When your walls flexed around him, his cock throbbed, and he froze, the sudden halt in his rocking hips jarring. His jaw dropped in a silent cry as his stomach twitched, and then a hard flex of his cock flowed with liquid warmth. Repeated flexes filled the condom, the heat of his seed felt through the barrier. His grip of your hair eased, and his fingers released your ass as his orgasm subsided, tension oozing from his tired muscles.

But your grip remained steadfast. Little rolls of your hips hooked his attention. Oh, you were so close. Right there, an inch shy of that third, glorious climax, you just needed one, last—

“Come, Y/N. Come for me.”

Divinity. Pure and unrefined release coursed through your very veins at the sound of Jared’s whisper, the press of his entire body against your back. Your cry of pleasure reached new heights, a long, choking cry of a moan that lingered in your subconscious. Wave after wave of that rapturous end consumed every fiber of your existence until nothing remained.

Weak, your limbs collapsed, and you slumped to the bed. Jared curled in close behind you, wrapped in his giant arms as he soothed you with all the perfect words. When your thoughts leveled and you returned to reality, you heard him say, “Christ, that was something else. You okay?”

An exultant sigh dragged from your lungs as you turned to him. “I’m more than okay. I am… oh, I am going to be so wonderfully sore tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “That was really intense, I’m usually pretty gentle.”

“I’m positive,” you said, then gave him a quick kiss. “Seriously, I feel amazing, that was amazing. God, I haven't had sex like that in… well, I’m pretty sure I’ve never had sex quite like that, but that’s because you’re…”

“Me?”

When your eyes met again, reality hit home.

“Holy shit, I just fucked Jared Padalecki.”

Nothing sounded sweeter than Jared’s cackling laughter. “You did,” he said, still laughing, but quieted when he returned his attention to you. “Hey, you okay? You look… you’re really red.”

The sting in your cheeks prickled to your neck as you stared, wide-eyed, into Jared’s heavily lidded gaze. “I… this is embarrassing, I should go.”

Before you moved an inch, Jared’s gentle touch warmed your shoulder and you stilled. Your racing heart slowed, and your spinning head steadied. He hadn’t grabbed you or restrained you. With a mere touch, Jared had soothed your anxiety without even trying. “Please stay.”

“This was… Jared, I’ll never forget this, but you can’t expect me to stay,” you started. “You… you’ll leave in two days. I might not ever see you again, these cons are so expensive. I don’t want…” your voice faltered with a disgusted grunt, then fell silent.

“You don’t want what, Y/N?” Jared asked, patient as ever.

Lost in his hazel gaze, your willpower faded in a wisp of smoke. “I’m falling for you. Hard.”

Jared smiled with a casual shrug. “Then stay.”

“But you’ll leave…” you sighed as you curled into him.

God, those arms. All that power and yet, wrapped in Jared’s embrace, tender compassion enveloped you. “We’ll talk about it when that time comes. For now, stay with me? I… don’t want you to leave.”

You melted into his arms, unable to resist him any longer. “Please tell me this feeling is mutual. I’m so worried it’s not. And I’m so mad for letting myself feel this way.”

He kissed you then, his wordless answer enough for you in that moment. “Sunday night, we’ll figure this out. Okay? I promise. Let’s just get through the weekend. Besides, you have a date in the gym at six o’clock.”

Oh. That. Yeah. Great. “You’re coming with me.”

Jared laughed as he said, “You’re damn right I am. I’d never pass up the chance to see someone half his size kick Jensen in the head.”

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Just like them (part 5)

Still November 16, 2038 Android Zone store at Capitol Park

Daniel looked around. He noticed another lone figure looking into the store, a male human dressed in a casual grey suit. When the android walked up closer to him, the man turned towards the arrival. The first thing Daniel noticed was the human’s t-shirt under the open jacket. It sported the print of a Japanese garden landscape that changed its lighting with the time of day – a reasonably expensive gimmick that had been within the means of the Phillips family, but was no longer in Daniel’s. Now that the deviant was able to wear whatever he wanted, no longer confined to his PL600 polo, he was walking around in a used sweater that had cost much less than his old uniform shirt.

Why does that matter to me all of a sudden? Was Raj right? Do I really take after the materialistic bastards?

Then Daniel beheld the man’s face and he gasped in surprise:

“A Kamski-lookalike! How cool is that?!”

Maybe the encounter with the singer had bolstered the deviant’s spirit, or perhaps there was only so much hatred and anger one could feel in any given period of time. Whatever the case, for a moment the old Daniel, the one who had been able to keep up with an enterprising nine-year old and win her admiration, was very much alive again. Daniel took out his phone and waved it around in front of the man, who was the spitting image of his creator.

“Selfie, please?”

The human looked him up and down. “What do you mean, “lookalike”?” he stammered.

“Hahaha!” Daniel laughed. Androids weren’t built to do that, but deviants stubbornly did it without consciously planning to, therefore the result was a lowkey frightening industrial sound. “Don’t tell me people never point out the likeness? No way! You could totally perform as Kamski at Comic Con!”

And thus, before the man knew what was happening to him, he already found himself grabbed by an outdated, slightly oozing PL600, pulled into a hug and subjected to the selfie-taking process. Daniel repeated the procedure a few times, then held his phone for Kamski to see the pictures that had resulted from the assault.

“Looooook at that! The likeness is stunning! You’d really think I was standing shoulder to shoulder with Elijah Kamski.”

“Of course if the real Mr. Kamski was here, you’d…”

“Lol, right, I’d shove that phone down the bastard’s throat ‘till he choked on it!”

The effect was profound. Kamski looked from Daniel’s phone to the android’s hands, into its eyes and back to the smartphone. There was some doubt as to how the device would fit into a human gullet, but then again, this deviant seemed to mean what it was saying. If there wasn’t room inside a body to begin with, it would see to it that there would be.

“Actually, Kamski would choke not on the phone, but on the blood emerging from his ruptured throat”, Elijah said.

“Ugh… you just HAD to draw me a picture, had you? Thing is, I hate that man so much… like everything else I hate combined!”

That, the human concluded, amounted to a pretty substantial hatred. Enough to condense and walk around on its own, in fact. And wasn’t that was he was looking at anyway? Thinly veiled loathing and anger walking on two legs…

“But why?” the man asked Daniel. “I mean, Elijah Kamski was only the founder of CyberLife. He didn’t exactly pull the levers in the production plants himself. So what has he done to you and how did he manage to do it without ever having met you?”

“You know Jericho? Yes? Well, the motherfucker knew about it, too, but didn’t so much as leave a single blood bag at their doorstep!”

“But neither did he sell the deviants’ location out to the authorities”, the human replied. “I mean, that’s what I’d reply if I was Kamski.”

“Yeah, sounds like something the sucker would say”, Daniel agreed. “Feeling all enlightened about taking a “neutral” stance.“

The android was about to put away his phone, but Kamski grabbed him by the wrist.

“Wait! I have an idea! You’ll like it, it’s fun for me, too…”

With these words the man led Daniel away from the square into the row of stores. Between a coffee shop and a travel agency there was a multimedia terminal welded to the wall.

“Print out one of the selfies we took and I’ll sign it!” he suggested. “As Kamski! - There, done! A genuine… almost genuine autograph of Elijah Kamski, man of the century. Could be worth a small fortune.”

“Heh”, Daniel grinned. “You practiced to fake Kamski’s signature? Figured you weren’t as innocent as you were pretending to be!”

The photograph then wandered into the sweater’s pocket, right next to the picture for Emma.

“I’ll hang on to it for the time being”, Daniel said. “The last thing I need at the moment is a nasty surprise when I try to sell that pic.”

Kamski nodded.

“I daresay there could be one…”

There was a certain amount of awkward standing next to each other. By right everything had been said and done and the android and the man should part now. But each was too fascinating to the other. Daniel saw an outcast in the man whom he took for a con artist, a human not fitting in and thus maybe, just maybe, someone bonding with at the same level was possible. As for Elijah, despite being the species’ creator, his experience with androids was limited. There were the Chloes, of course, he knew more about Markus’ digital childhood than the RK200 would be comfortable learning, and he had met the weapon CyberLife had created from his masterpiece, the RK800 unit named Connor. This deviant, however… what was it even? Sporting a face that the firm re-used over and over and having deviated from its original code Daniel wasn’t easily identifiable as a PL600. Elijah couldn’t even rule out that he was dealing with Simon, Jericho’s presumed covert ops operative.

 “Thank you”, Daniel eventually broke the silence. “I expected to spend the evening brooding. But so far it has been… enjoyable, actually.”

“Do you have a name?”

“Daniel. Just Daniel. There used to be… But it doesn’t matter anymore. You?”

“Neil. Neil Newbon. Say, Daniel, would you accompany me into the coffee shop? If I’m with you, there’ll be less chance of people mistaking me for the real Kamski.”

And indeed, the moment the duo entered the café, a photographer rose from a seat near the door, brandishing her camera. It was blocked immediately by an android hand of unknown origin, currently attached to the PL600 model name of Daniel.

“That’s not Kamski”, the android said, while pushing the camera away. “That’s a lookalike.”

“Oh, really? Bummer!”

Daniel grinned. “You don’t believe Kamski would come into a public space, where he has to interact with real people? That man is afraid a sack of rice will drop in China, if he sneezes in Detroit!”

Elijah adjusted his posture a little, trying for an impression more like his half-brother. He hadn’t seen the lout in a long time, but some images stuck with you for a lifetime.

“Fuck, yeah”, Kamski said, waving his hand around. “What he said!”

He was standing slightly slouched now, but still radiating confidence. What exactly had fueled that confidence in Gavin, the android inventor wondered? That man was a Nobody! Was it the fact that Gavin had been conceived naturally, while Elijah was a sperm donation baby? The Reeds had sold him… like cattle… and the other students at university had never let Elijah forget that little fact. Obviously, the older adolescents had argued, someone had seriously messed with the sperm to create the out of the world kid genius they were sharing their benches with…

“Yeah, you’re probably right”, the paparazzo agreed with Daniel after a good look at “Neil”. “Should have figured that out myself.”

Neither Daniel nor Elijah particularly like the expression the journalist displayed after the realization. It was reminiscent of a tiger that had lost the goat, but still heard a chicken scratch the ground somewhere near. She adjusted the grip on her camera, raised it again, but this time aimed the lenses at both of the arrivals.

“Don’t just stand there, guys! Give the patrons a show!” With these words the woman pointed towards a karaoke podium. “Two guys who look like the spitting image of Kamski and Simon are simply obligated to!”

“There’ll be free coffee and croissant for my mate if we do this?” Daniel prodded.

“’course!”

“Then we have a deal!”

“What were you thinking? I’ve never in my life sang karaoke in public!” Elijah hissed, while Daniel dragged him towards the pedestal. “I’ve never in my life sang karaoke! I’ve never in my life sang in public!”

“For my part I’ve never in my life shot a man, before I did”, the deviant replied.

“That’s far less embarrassing!!!”

Blue-grey eyes were piercing into Kamski’s, as if to dissect him alive. Elijah knew exactly what was really staring at him: just a textureless blue embedded into a light grey chassis that had a serial number etched into it and the occasional advertisement sticker attached. Everything else, the skin, hair, even the sweat android bodies could produce under duress, was just glamour. But now that Daniel’s eyes bore into him, the human had a hard time differentiating the illusion from a living being.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Neil!” Daniel growled.

“Oh, come, “killer”! Everyone would shoot back when the enemy storms their base!”

“You mean Jericho? I TOLD you, you had no idea!” Daniel insisted.

He ripped the microphones out of their holders and tossed one Elijah’s way.

“You choose a song!”

Elijah scrolled all the way down the list of available songs, until he reached the titles that started with numbers and special characters. When he didn’t find there, what he had been looking for, the man considered, and scrolled back to the letter “O” instead of the digit “1”. It was giving Daniel the impression that his human acquaintance was an indecisive one, while in truth it was just testament to Elijah’s unique way of thinking.

Is it getting better, Elijah sang, Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you / Now you’ve got someone to blame?

There was a telltale pause that communicated Daniel to take over at this point.

Really, Neil? After just two verses? Coward!

The deviant sang:

You said One love / One life When it’s one need in the night / One love, we get to share it It leaves you, baby, if you don’t care for it

Elijah picked up again and it made sense, in a warped way:

Did I disappoint you / Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love / And you want me to go without.

This time Daniel needed no nudge to take over. It came naturally:

Well it’s Too late / Tonight / To drag the past out / Into the light We’re one, but we’re not the same / We get to carry each other Carry each other…

On and on duel went, all the while the paparazzo’s camera flashed.

“Why is she still taking pictures of us?” Daniel whispered. “Now that she knows you are not the real Kamski?”

“People need their dreams and illusions. Do you have any dreams, Daniel? Other than plotting Kamski’s death, I mean?” “Nah, I’m doing nothing of that sort. That little piece of shit isn’t worth wasting mental capacity on.”

“But if you met him by chance?“

“Well, you know how some call us androids toasters? Kamski would be toast!”

Song used:

One: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftjEcrrf7r0 I imagine Kamski doing the covered version with Johnny Cash’s gravitas while Daniel is singing the more desperate original version.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 2, Chapter 16

"I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pipe it Anything I kinda like ya Up against the wall, we don't need a title

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, baby Yeah, I said it, man fuck a title…"

"Yeah I Said It" - Rihanna

Califia laughs as she twists and turns around Erik.

They spar together on the rooftop patio, their new cords swinging from their waists. Lia and Soliel jump in every now and then to test Erik and he skirts around them. Doing handstands and side flips that make them clap for him.

Lia sings an old capoeira fight song as Soleil claps along with N'Jobu who sits on a chair watching his son match his skills with hers. Her son is fast and he is bold. He is not intimidated by Califia's assertive kicks and leg work. Soliel joins Lia in singing and Califia holds up her hands. Erik saunters up to her by swaying low on the ground, his hips and legs and arms rocking back and forth in tandem before he presses his hands into hers and they dance together. Her eyes gaze into Erik's and she sees mischievous twinkling there. He breaks away from her and backflips into a handstand and uses his legs to come for her. She backflips into a handstand too and their legs and feet strike at one another twisting and twirling in offensive and defensive moves.

Califia widens her legs into the splits and Erik does the same. Rotating her feet and legs she has her son mirror her, training his core strength. Erik wobbles a little but he stays in tune with her lead.

She spins out and returns to her feet and he does the same until she makes her body small and dangerous, jabbing her hands onto his shoulders catching him off-guard. He falls over but regroups by spinning around trying various kicks on her. She allows his kicks to connect with her thighs and knees so that he can feel what his strength can do. She is impressed when he runs full throttle toward her planting his right foot on her bent thigh to catapult himself into another backflip. When he lands, he is in full ulwa mode, his hands spinning so fast and hitting her sides that she has to move quickly to defend her midsection.

She uses spinning and low ginga moves to block him until N'Jobu jumps in.

"JaJa!" N'Jobu calls and Erik turns to find his father in fight mode. Califia taps out and stands next to Lia and Soliel.

It is rare for her to see N'Jobu do any ulwa in front of others, but he seemed ready to take on Erik since he was switching up art forms. She found it thrilling to watch her little boy calculate moves so fast and flow into either fighting form when he felt the need. N'Jobu's size was the only thing holding Erik back from really teaching N'Jobu a lesson. She could only wonder and marvel at what Erik could do to his father when he was bigger and stronger. Creating a new mixed martial art form perhaps. Right now, his moves were seamless.

Erik's face became serious while working out with his father. N'Jobu called out Wakandan words that Erik knew. They sounded like movement instructions and Erik flowed accordingly. Until he was running up on his father like he did the man in the corner market.

"Jesus!" Lia exclaimed as Erik wrapped his legs around N'Jobu's neck. N'Jobu pulled Erik down from him.

"Where did you learn that?" N'Jobu asked.

Erik sat down on the cement patio panting and wiping sweat from his forehead.

"I just do it," he said matter-of-factly.

N'Jobu glanced over at Califia who shrugged. N'Jobu smirked and patted Erik's head.

"N'Jobu, that style of fighting is so fluid, so much like us," Lia said.

N'Jobu spent some time showing Soleil and Lia a few moves. Erik joined in and Califia watched them all. Especially N'Jobu. He had taken off his jacket to fight in his t-shirt and sweats, and his biceps flexed as he played with Erik and her friends. A breeze came through and ruffled Soliel's hair, the long curly pitch-black tresses flowing around her face as she spun around N'Jobu and Erik, pushing Lia into their path as she tried to block herself from Erik's hands that stuck out like sharp pincers. Lia swiped a leg that connected with N'Jobu's foot and tottered him back. He stumbled into Califia.

She grabbed a hold of his arms to keep her balance and when he twisted around to look down at her she felt a sense of déjà vu again. The feeling was visceral, his touch activating her always active sense memories. She thought of the first time he saw her spar with Bakari. His eyes had caressed her every move then. She had been sweaty, high, and feeling incredibly attracted to him. He was in relationships with several women, and that night after he first saw her do capoeira, she watched him in a private Karaoke Bar maneuver two of his lovers like an illicit tango. One of the women became one of her close friends. Serah. The woman who told her that this man fucked like a God. That he was loyal. And loved women.

At this moment she was feeling soft and loved and blessed to have him in her arms. That first stumble and touch from so long ago led to her being there, and behind them was the fruit of their union, a spitfire child who was brilliant and showing great athletic prowess. She began to have a yearning, a maternal tugging. Maybe it was time to make another little one. Maybe it was time for their baby girl to come along.

She leaned her head up and captured N'Jobu's lips in hers. She heard the heckling from Soliel and Lia. Their quick smooch was interrupted by the arrival of Marisol and Aunjanue with bags of ice cream and a small cake to celebrate their baptisado success. Erik ran after Marisol who held up a bag with the chocolate flavor that he loved. The two children ran into the kitchen to grab spoons and bowls.

Lia walked over to Califia and touched her shoulder.

"We should probably start getting ready after the cake and ice cream," Lia said.

They were going out to a local club to dance and celebrate. A little adult time. N'Jobu had originally planned to stay with the children until he learned that a newly divorced Axiel and some of Soliel's other male friends were joining them. Her playing coy about all their nighttime plans seemed to spurn N'Jobu into coming along just to keep an eye on her.

She still found it amusing that a man who was raised as a Prince, with all the trappings that came with it, a man who could have any woman he desired, got his boxers in a bunch when it came to little old her. When she was feeling especially horny for him, she would manipulate that need in him to keep other men away from her. She didn't think it was insecurity on his part, but this deep-set urge to have dominance over what belonged to him. That shit turned her on in the worst way. It was manipulative, but sweet baby Jesus, when she used it against him, played upon his need to covet her, he would get up in her guts and make her pussy sore. The type of soreness she liked every now and then. She needed him to punish her folds from time to time. Make her back and neck ache something fierce. Bruise her thighs. It made her feel powerful. Wanted.

Lately, she was needing that feeling more and more from him.

Once the children had been stuffed with too much sugar and dairy, Califia and the other adults bundled them up and dropped them off to be watched overnight by Lia and Soliel's parents.

She could feel N'Jobu's eyes on her ass as she walked arm in arm with Lia, swinging her butt cheeks a little too hard while wearing the sexy little blue dress she bought at the Bazaar just for their evening out. The first half of their evening was spent bar hopping and catching a late dinner at a steakhouse. Soliel's two male friends, Martine and Joao were funny and hit it off with N'Jobu quite well.

The local hip hop club was having a soul night, so the music was a mixture of Sao Paulo R&B & hip-hop with a few American songs thrown in, and a new trend in Brazilian music loosely translated as "gutter rip". It was a hard type of sound that was bubbling up from the streets and she loved it. She planned on bringing it back to the States with her to use in her dance classes.

Axiel was already out on the floor of the club. The place had a wooden roof with no real walls, just giant cement pillars that held up the roof, and an uncovered patio section that had couches and chairs spread around so folks could watch the floor and catch cool breezes and smoke. Califia wasted no time shimmying up to Axiel with Soliel and shaking her hips. Aunjanue kept Martine and Joao occupied with Lia. She saw N'Jobu hang back, taking in the scene, his eyes never straying from hers too long. When the dance floor grew dense, she waved her hands for him to join her.

She loved dancing with her man, but he wasn't the type to become flamboyant with his moves. He had confessed to her long ago that he loved to just kick back and watch her move. He was a very good dancer himself but never seemed to want to indulge too much when they went out. Probably because he didn't like attracting too much attention. However, his being insular and relaxed seemed to attract the women there and soon Califia found herself surrounded by chicks ready to pick up the slack if she faltered any time. N'Jobu held her waist, turning her every now and then so he could look at her from every angle.

His eyes flitted around the place, checking things and people out. She wanted him focused on her, but the open space had so much going on, and there were so many interesting people to look at. She had to admit her eyes were wandering and peeping the hot guys gyrating hips around her. She also had to admit that the women there were straight fire, so N'Jobu's wandering eye was understandable. She found herself staring at a lot of the women herself, admiring their outfits and hair, and occasionally gawking at some of their bodies. This part of town was very Black, and the African ancestry was prevalent by the high number shelf booty many the of the baddies were slanging around in tight outfits that left nothing to the imagination. Califia thought her dress was provocative by being short and tight, but compared to some there, she had on a nun's garb. And she wasn't mad at them. Sometimes it was good to be out there free with one's body. Being in their thirties now, she and her female friends moved around like mature club doyennes who could still bring it. It was evident by the number of younger men rushing up on them.

When N'Jobu bought her a drink at the bar, she wasn't surprised at the assertive plays made for him even while she was standing there. He had a lot of eyes on him when they were on the floor shaking it up. He passed on going back to dance again so soon, so she tossed back a calimocho and a cinnamon stinger shot and made her way back to the dance floor and back to Axiel who grabbed her hips in time to the new music craze.

Feeling loose, she tossed her ass back on Besouro, her eyes on N'Jobu as he waded through women chatting him up who thought he was American and available. Liquor warming up her veins and hard beats heating up her thighs, Califia felt her pussy jump when she saw N'Jobu lean in towards a big girl with a gorgeous smile and major curves who giggled at whatever N'Jobu was telling her. Him just talking and smiling was so damn sexy to her. And each time he had to lean in to make himself heard over the music by whispering in a woman's ear, Califia could clearly see the women reacting to the intimacy of his warm breath on their ear. He smelled like a million bucks and the robin egg blue shirt he wore made his melanin pop. He wore the thick silver chain she bought for him for his birthday and the midnight black jeans he sported gave him a casual but classy look. She kept admiring him as she danced. The woman he was with introduced him to one of her friends. She watched him shake the new woman's hand and order himself another drink. He wasn't even thinking about her cheeks slapping against another man's crotch. Nigga.

A tad bit miffed, Califia focused on the dance floor. So many fine men. The cinnamon stinger had her lifted, and she soon forgot about N'Jobu and concentrated on the sensations of the liquor in her system. She was now a mestre. All the long years of hard work and intense discipline had paid off. She was proud of herself. And she was proud that Erik was able to witness it. She needed him to see what he could do in the future if he wanted it as she did. Studied hard. Practiced. Focused on the outcome of his goal. Strict discipline. Visualizing himself achieving his goal. Her little boy was a badass and she took great pride in teaching him. She felt honored to be his mother.

She smiled to herself and let her arms wave in the air. Someone passed around a community joint and she clipped it, snagging two good puffs before passing it along and moving away from Axiel and joining Soliel. She was hunched up on a dude who was grooving deep and Califia tried to match his intensity.

The weed hit her hard, surprising her, and she became one with the music, her body slowing down and just vibing. The DJ tossed in some classic carnival sounds and the samba beats mixed with the gutter rip took her away. She felt like she was twenty again and up for anything. She twirled from dude to dude and enjoyed herself.

The deep bass reverberating from the massive sound system hit her chest hard and she couldn't help but groove to celebrate her achievement. She didn't have to worry about looking after Erik tonight, she could sleep in and worry about herself. She wouldn't see her son until later the next day, and that meant she could enjoy N'Jobu for a few hours alone. Such a rare occurrence. Adult alone time. Thinking on it heated her up. She wanted to look at her man's skin, stare at the way he walked, and drool over him as if she was just meeting him for the first time tonight. He looked so damn fine and was so nonchalant about it, even in a room full of equally intoxicating men. He was her Prince. Thinking on it more, she loved the fact that her man was royalty. No one else knew it, but they felt it while being in his presence. Even as he sat back at the baptisado being supportive and not attracting attention to himself, he was still capturing the attention of other men and women.

She herself could still feel breathless being around him. The liquor and weed had her feeling emotional and she found herself getting a little misty-eyed knowing that he had chosen her, some regular Oakland girl, and made her his secret Princess. Of all the women in the world he could've fallen for or been with, he aligned his life with hers. She wasn't rich or pursuing a lucrative career. They would probably have to live in their townhouse for many years before even considering a bigger place once Erik grew older and they added more children to their family. Unless he took them back to Wakanda, he would have to hide his full self as a simple man making a living cutting hair, hiding from his own people so many secrets. She wiped her eyes. He chose her. Gave her their beloved son. He loved them both unconditionally.

Spinning around she saw N'Jobu on the floor with the big beauty and another sexy young thang who was clutching his back. Califia felt her lips curl up. Should she go over and snatch him away? Or let him do his thing—

The hand snagging her elbow were assertive. She blinked when she was spun around. Martine's light beige-colored skin was sweating up a storm. She could feel the hot moisture from his body flicking onto her own drenched arms. She moved with him, pressing her breasts into his chest just to see what it felt like. She wanted to be flirty and naughty and did her best to be sexy without crossing the line. She wanted her man to feel a certain way and do something. She wanted him to come get her.

Two songs had come and gone before her eyes flitted over to find N'Jobu back at the bar speaking closely to another woman who had her hand on his arm and was running her fingers back and forth. He wasn't even paying attention to Califia. He had a drink in his hand, and when he finally checked the floor for her, he raised his glass to her, not even caring that a handsome stranger was all on her. The man was bumping into her ass in time to the music, taking advantage of her flirty behavior and N'Jobu wasn't even reacting like he normally would.

Nigga.

Lia brought her another drink on the dance floor before bopping off with her boyfriend who had finally arrived. The club was really hitting its stride by then and the thick crowd made it hard for her to track N'Jobu from the dance floor.

She walked around the club looking for him, thinking he had gone to a restroom, but she found him back on the floor with the woman who had her arm on him at the bar. The woman had body for days and Califia felt a bit intimidated watching her throw her big ass on her man's groin. When N'Jobu reached down and grabbed her hips to bump against her, Califia felt her pussy jump in her panties. She watched N'Jobu clutch the girl's hip with one hand while his other hand treked up her back and gripped her neck…

Califia felt like her face was sweltering. She didn't want to admit it but she knew her panties were hella damp. Strange. Observing him with other women made her feel so excited. She got to see how he moved, see how it must look when he was on her. He was just so smooth when he worked his eyes and lips. Once he had a woman in his crosshairs, he could go in for the kill just by speaking her name with his voice. His fake American accent was just as sexy as his normal voice.

The girl was winding her hips and she was looking back at him. Califia knew that look. It was telling him he could have it all. Right there on the dancefloor. And N'Jobu was grinding on her knowing he could take it. Califia knew his dick had to be hard. The music playing had everyone on the floor thirsting and dry humping. Now N'Jobu's girl was putting her hands on her knees and bouncing on her man's dick a little harder. This was going a little too far now.

The music switched up and the crowd screamed their approval and more people rushed the floor. Califia pushed her way through the bodies, her eyes furtively searching for her man. This shit was not playing out how she imagined it would. Some other bitch was getting a taste of that Daddy Dick. She felt the opening of her pussy clench involuntarily thinking about his thickness. Califia knew what that bulge felt like the first time she encountered it on her ass. She sure as hell was not about to share it.

She couldn't find him.

In a drunken panic, she actually thought he left with the woman.

She ran out to the parking lot, her heels making her run clunky. She called out his name. He was nowhere to be found.

"Cali, you alright?"

Axiel held her arm.

"I can't find N'Jobu."

She hoped her voice didn't sound distressed.

"He's around here somewhere, I saw him a minute ago."

"He's not good with the language, so I just want to make sure he's okay," she said trying to sound cheerful.

"I'll look in the men's room."

"Thanks," she said walking around the back, eyes glancing around the outdoor lounge area.

She saw a few couples making out against the posts that held up the roof of the establishment. As she moved further away from the inner part of the club, the only light she had to see were the stars and a few outdoor heating lamps that glowed. The music was thumping hard, the vibrations rumbling all the way to where she was standing.

"Come here!"

She felt rough hands lift her up and carry her toward a large storage shed and slam her against the side. A brazen mouth was on her neck, sucking the skin like he wanted to cannibalize her flesh. His breath was hot, his saliva hotter as he reached under her dress and yanked her panties to the side…

He knew exactly what she was trying to do.

From the way her ass twisted when she walked into the club, to the way she clung to dance partners while staring at him, N'Jobu knew Califia was trying to get a reaction out of him. But instead of playing into her little game, he purposely mirrored her behavior, giving her a taste of what she was doing.

She was not liking it at all, and it made him laugh internally. He played it low key, not really asserting flirtatious behavior. All he had to do was play the quiet American in a foreign country and the women flocked to him. Especially the younger ones who were not impressed with men grabbing them as they danced, or yelled at them as they walked past. He just sat in the cut and minded his business while sipping his liquor and not gulping it down. He knew how to speak basic Portuguese to get around and order food and drinks, but he pretended to be helpless trying to get a rum and coke and he was instantly rescued. His eyes kept checking for Califia, and whenever they met, he would give her a coy smile or wave and then turn his attention to whatever woman was in his personal space.

He saw her dancing with Axiel on and off, but Besouro was drinking hard and flirting with every woman in his vicinity. Divorced for nearly four months, Axiel was a like a kid in a candy store sampling every sugary sweet that walked his way. N'Jobu wasn't compelled to do anything when the man was play slapping Califia's backside in time to the hard beats rattling everyone's eardrums. If she thought she was making him jealous, she was sadly mistaken. He ignored her again when a fair-skinned man with thick muscles reached for her when a new song blasted out from the speakers. Her eyes kept watching N'Jobu instead of her dance partner, and he kept on feigning interest in the other women. Which wasn't hard. The women were incredible and openly letting him know he could get it. One woman was absolutely vulgar whispering in his ear the things she was ready to do in the club. He stood there and listened, actually intrigued until her boyfriend stepped to him and ushered her away, giving N'Jobu a stern look of disapproval.

The rum and coke loosened him up, giving him more confidence to try and use more Portuguese while speaking to the new girl hitting him up at the bar. Her body should've been arrested for causing a public disturbance. Every man in the spot was checking for her thickness. Ass for days. Tits sitting pretty. He had to tell her that he was there with his woman to make sure his buzzed state didn't have him fucking up in public. But this beauty didn't give a damn about Califia.

"She left you here at the bar alone?" was the rough translation he was able to make out when the woman eased closer to him, stroking his arm.

"I don't like this song," he said.

The woman, Maya, took his hand and switched over to English.

"I'll make you like this song," she said dragging him toward the dance floor.

Maya moved like she owned the world, and N'Jobu found himself reacting to her. She was cute and sexy and when she turned around to let him see what she was working with, he couldn't help but groan at the sight.

"You are dangerous," he said.

"I know," she said.

They danced and he had no shame staring at her. His eyes bounced around searching for Califia and he saw her watching him near the bar. He reached for Maya's hip and ran his other hand up her back and held her neck. Maya backed her ass up until it was hitting his dick, and he still felt no shame when a slight erection sprung up. He thought of what he would do to Califia when they returned to Lia's place. The children would be gone. Lia would be staying with her boyfriend. They had the flat to themselves. He was going to serve her some deep dick. Thinking about her thighs and how he was going to make her scream had his cock thickening against Maya's plush cheeks. He wound his hips knowing Califia was seeing everything.

The music shifted and he pulled Maya away from his stiffness. She wanted more, and her hand stroked his bulge.

"That's not for you," he said smiling and removing her hand, "Thanks for the dance."

He searched the room for Califia, but the packed floor had him moving around. He caught sight of her and she was turning down dances from various men. She was looking for him and moving in the opposite direction. He followed from a distance, enjoying the view of her from the back. Her dress had her cheeks bouncing while she walked. All that weight sitting nice and fat. Damn, the older she got, the better looking she got, and her backside had him weak still. He was ready to get all up in that ass. It was time to go. He needed to bust several nuts inside of her and on her. He was going to be loud and aggressive as hell.

He went to use the restroom first.

"Wait—!"

He thrust his fingers down her throat to shut her up, his eyes molten orbs ready to melt all of her.

"You think I don't know what you were trying to do?"

Over his shoulder, she saw people watching them. His other fingers still held her panties to the side. She wiggled a bit, wanting him to touch her core, but he kept his fingers in place.

Axiel walked towards them and stopped short when he saw N'Jobu hemming her up against the shed. She was gasping, her eyes staring at Axiel. The man pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He watched them, not bothering to leave.

"You love being a brat, don't you?" His American accent was gone. This was pure Jobu magic.

"You think I care if you purposely let them touch you because you want to get a rise from me?" He whispered in her ear.

"I know you were getting hot watching me, eh? You saw that fat ass on my dick—"

She whimpered when he said that, her lip trembling from the thought of his erection being rubbed on by that other woman.

"If I touch you right now, would your pussy be dripping, girl? Hmmm?"

Pleasetouchmepleasetouchmepleasetouchme…

"Is your pussy wet, baby?"

He still would not touch her. She could feel the air on her vulva and that in itself was making her labia twitch with longing. Her private parts felt engorged to the point of discomfort. She needed release. Her clit was in critical condition and only his fingers or dick could save it.

"Get your ass back inside the club," he hissed at her.

Her eyes looked at him confused.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson about trying to tease me," he said.

She reached down to pull her panties back in place.

"Nah. Leave that shit twisted to the side. I need easy access. You better not touch yourself either."

She fixed her dress, but the taut angle of her panties rubbed one side of her vulva, making her legs tremble.

"Get to stepping, girl. I'm not playing with you."

He smacked her ass and she walked in front of him. Axiel still watched them as they moved past him.

"Everything good?" he asked.

"Peachy," N'Jobu said brushing past him. He slapped Califia's right ass cheek hard and Axiel heard and saw it happen. She felt her bottom lip drop open.

"Keep moving," N'Jobu demanded.

They entered the dance space and found the others sitting around a low table on mix-matched couches.

N'Jobu sat down on an empty spot and Califia sat next to him. Axiel sat across from them in a wooden chair that had seen better days. The music was rough, rugged and raw, and their little party flocked to the floor except for Califia, N'Jobu, and Axiel. Martine and Joao stayed perched behind them on another couch that was back to back with their own.

"Music is fantastic," Axiel said.

N'Jobu's hand slipped down onto her knee then drifted to her thigh. She could still see Axiel watching them. His eyes caught N'Jobu's movement and he turned his head to pretend like he didn't see her man's hand easing under her dress. Her breath hitched when she felt N'Jobu's fingers stroke the sensitive nub of her wet clit.

"Ready for me already?" he asked loud enough for the men to hear. If she weren't already sweating enough, she could swear her moist face would catch on fire.

"Goddamn, this pussy is so wet. You trying to tell me something?"

Now she was really feeling turned on and embarrassed. He was going to talk shit with them all right there. Play in her pussy while the men she was trying to make N'Jobu jealous with sat there and listened to her body give in to this wily Prince.

One of the men she had danced with earlier strolled past with a drink in his hand. He glanced over at her and N'Jobu. When his eyes drifted to her lap, even he could see what was happening under her dress and he moved right along. She turned to look at N'Jobu and his eyes were on hers. Playful and sinful was the way he gawked at her. His lips curled into a smirk as he pulled on her clit ring.

"Oh, Gawd…" she tried to whisper but the slight tugging was unbearable. Her lips twisted up trying to stay quiet.

"When I get you back to Lia's….." N'Jobu teased. He bit his bottom lip and pulled her in closer so that her legs shifted toward him giving him better access to the apex of her thighs while her dress still covered his hand. He let his index finger tease her folds, parting them slightly so he could dip the tip inside of her. "Jobu….shit…don't…."

"Don't what?"

Her eyes fell on Axiel who was shifting his legs in his seat.

Her head dropped onto N'Jobu's arm and he flicked the tip of his finger on her clit again and she hissed, biting his shoulder, her heated pants barely constrained to his ear. When he looked at her eyes, she shut hers tight. The smug look on his face irritated her because she was at his mercy. As self-conscious as she was knowing the men sitting near them were well aware of what was happening to her, she didn't want him to stop. The discomfiture only aided in the gratification she was experiencing while being put on display. The other men wanted to be the ones with their hands and fingers under her dress, manipulating her folds, inserting their eager digits into her center. But this was N'Jobu's pussy. And he was reminding her of that. Her hand dug into his arm now. He tugged on her clit ring and then pinched her labia together in rhythmic tweaks with his slippery thumb and ring finger.

"Tell me why your pussy is so wet."

She wanted him to stop talking so loud. Axiel could hear everything, and so could Martine and Joao.

He pulled her head back forcing her to look at him.

"Don't hide now. Tell me. Huh? Why are you dripping all over my hand?"

He pinched her clit again harder and she winced from pleasure. Axiel was really twisting in his seat now. She heard Martine and Joao talking about her in Portuguese. They were enjoying what N'Jobu was doing to her in public, telling her to cum on his hand so they could hear what she sounded like. She tried squeezing her thighs together to control N'Jobu's hand but he stuck a finger inside of her and the pressure he exerted there made her stomach quake.

"Keep your legs still."

His eyes grew darker and his voice hit that bottom tone that let her know he was to be obeyed. His finger made small teasing circles inside of her and then she felt his thumb press against the skin between her pussy and her anus. He pinched her again and the sensation of his index finger pressing down on his thumb in that small space between her legs made her squeeze her eyes shut once more and buck her hips. She wanted to cum so bad. What was worse, she wanted to cum in front of the other men. She wanted the humiliation.

His lips suckled hers and she was grateful to have his mouth on her. His tongue licked the seam of her lips and she widened her mouth to grasp his, but even his lips and teeth teased her with incomplete kisses. She moved her hand up to grasp his face and hold him still. But he flicked his tongue around her lips some more before biting her bottom lip and releasing her. She couldn't control the groan of frustration that slipped out of her.

"You mad?" he said. He laughed at her and flicked her clit again. Her throat let out an exasperated chuffing sound.

"You're not getting what you want? Daddy playing too much?"

The smirk on his face pissed her off. He was aware of how she felt. He didn't care.

"You like thinking about me fucking other women, don't you?"

He slipped two fingers inside of her, going deep and tapping on her spot.

"You can't lie and say you don't, I can see how your body is reacting with me just talking about it. Thinking of my dick inside of Maya…that last girl I was dancing with… she got you panting and wetting your panties…oh shit, your pussy is pulling on my fingers…you want to see Maya bouncing on Daddy's dick? Is that what you want to see? How Daddy would make her pussy feel good?"

"Fuck…," Califia grunted. She reached out and grasped N'Jobu's neck. The image he painted was what she was fantasizing about when she watched them dance together.

N'Jobu laughed at her again and pulled his fingers from her center. He pulled her panties back into place.

"Go dance with your friends. I want to watch you," he said pushing away from her. Her body wanted to melt into the couch. He had her on the edge of no return. Just rubbing her thighs together caused electrical sparks to shoot through her skin from her neck to her toes. She felt ripe and gushy and so ready to break apart from his touch. Her nipples were poking through her bra and even the slightest rubbing against the silk material shot tendrils of heat to her middle. She didn't think she could stand up without stumbling on jittery legs.

N'Jobu shoved the side of her thigh, forcing her to move. She couldn't even look at the other guys because she knew their eyes were on her. They knew that she was wet and her carnal scent was on N'Jobu's fingers.

She could see Soliel, Aunjanue, and Lia dancing together, so Califia focused on walking stiffly toward them. They grabbed her arms when she appeared before them and for the first time in a long time, she felt shy about dancing in front of him. He knew her body inside and out, knew what it could do while fighting or fucking. But at that moment, dancing for him in public seemed so much more intimate. She felt naked in front of everyone. When she glanced over at him, he was still sitting on the couch, his legs relaxed, and thighs wide open. His face looked languid but also expectant. She wanted to go back to him and sit on his lap, drape her legs over those thighs. She exhaled through her mouth and saw Martine smile at her while Joao sipped from a shot glass. Axiel sat back in his seat watching the room, but his eyes gave furtive glances her way.

N'Jobu let the fingers of his right hand roll a bit, signaling for her to move.

She turned away from him and hid behind Soliel and Lia. Aunjanue sparked a joint on the floor and discreetly blew a long puff of smoke into Califia's mouth.

"Girl, you need to loosen up. You look so uptight," she said.

Califia grabbed the joint and took a few more drags before she was able to calm her nerves and the jumpiness in her skin. Her fingers stroked the soft material of her dress and the world began to slow down along with the music. The women's laughter carried her into a place of peace and deep sisterhood. These were her girls. The women who carried her through dark times. Women who loved her and loved her son fiercely. Her hands entwined with Soliel and Lia's and they spun together and bumped asses, shared more weed, and partied together like the night would never end. The sensual feel of sweat on her skin and the soft bodies of her friends pressing into her made her tune into the lovely sensations of her own physical joy. Limbs moving so smooth, her head shaking to and fro, loose hair bouncing around her face…she felt so free.

Floating sensations had her moving her hips and rolling her neck. Soliel had her backside up against hers and they moved in tandem, lowering themselves down and moving back up. They turned and hugged each other, pulling Lia into the group hug as Aunjanue took pictures of them with her cell. Soliel went off with her dancing and Califia called out to her as Lia jumped in and tried to show them both up. Negra Lia, a living Goddess, a woman who made a way out of no way to lead other women to freedom and self-empowerment. A woman who would possibly be a world leader.

Erik was a great admirer of Soliel and Negra Lia. When they would sit in Lia's kitchen and talk of the future, Erik would sit at their feet and listen, his eyes scanning the room to take in their conversations on men, politics, and how they wanted the world to be for their children. He would ask questions and she never asked the women to filter their words or actions. He heard cussing. Sometimes he watched them roll weed and smoke it while contemplating music when Marisol wasn't around. She let him sip a capful of wine if they made dinner calimochos and complained about the nighttime telenovelas they watched. She thought he would want to spend time with his father out and about if the women were watching the Brazilian soap operas, but instead, N'Jobu would sleep or read in the guest room while Erik sat up under the women watching the corny shows. Erik said it helped him with his Portuguese, but she suspected he was into the trashy stories too.

There were times she would insist that he allow the grown women to be alone without his presence, and he would get such a look of hurt on his face. N'Jobu had to take him aside to explain what a hen party was just so he wouldn't take it personal. During those private times, N'Jobu would take Erik for a walk through the favela.

Thus far this trip was by far Califia's favorite with her family. Erik was old enough to gain so many fond memories. He made numerous friends through Marisol, and everyone was looking forward to seeing if he would become a mestre like her one day.

Califia's mind spun with thoughts and warm feelings. She rocked her hips in place and turned to look at N'Jobu and her heart went to her throat. He was walking toward her, the music feeling like their own theme song as he took long strides to reach her. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms feeling his hands pull her waist toward him. When she looked up into his eyes, she saw nothing but love there. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rocked in time to the music with him.

"Let's go," he said grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the floor. Soliel, Aunjanue and Negra Lia only smiled and blew her kisses.

N'Jobu didn't rush them out of the space. She was able to see some of the women who he danced with watch him as he ignored their faces and led her toward the row of cabs waiting on the street.

N'Jobu chose one that was idling and ready to go. They climbed into the back seat and he gave directions to Lia's place to a fairly young dude with a wide smile. The cab barely left the curb before he was pulling her on his lap facing him.

Her glassy eyes let him know she was going to pop if he kept touching her.

He had no idea where the extreme control over his own faculties came from, but he focused all of his attention on stimulating her to the point of exhaustion on the couch. When she became frustrated, he knew he had her, and by then, he just wanted to watch her dance. He needed the respite to get himself together. He didn't want her to dominate him. He wanted to push her to her limit. Get her pussy so engorged and fat and ready for his cock. They had the opportunity to explore each other without disturbance and he needed to take advantage while he could. Time alone was so rare.

He watched her smoke weed and play around with the women, but something transpired that shifted her on the floor. She began to move the way he liked and he fought to not rub himself in public. He took so much pleasure from watching her move. An ecstasy would come over her face not much different from when she came sometimes. It was beautiful to witness. Forcing her to dance for him also made her self-aware of the men who watched her too after he played in her pussy and spoke loud enough for them to hear what he was saying.

Watching her dance, he imagined what she would look like back home in his suite inside the palace. He could picture her naked on his balcony overlooking the royal garden, swaying her hips, her breasts illuminated by Wakandan moonlight and stars. He would make her crawl to him onto the royal bed they would share where she would ride him and he would hold her so tight. All of Birnin Zana would hear their cries of release.

When her hands began patting her thighs, he was ready to leave and went after her. He danced with her for a bit, but her heated softness pushed him to vacate the premises. He was ready to spread her wide and dig into her deep. He was ready to show her how much she meant to him and pleasure her for hours on end.

Inside the cab he pulled her onto him, his control slipping a bit when he ripped her panties off and began spanking her. Her heels were pressed against his hips while her thighs were bent against his sides. Her wet vulva was planted on his bulge and her head rested against his neck. She had trembling arms hanging around his neck.

He pulled her dress up to bunch around her hips as he laid into her cheeks. The cab driver glanced at him from time to time in the rearview mirror. N'Jobu told him in basic Portuguese to mind his business and he would get extra money for ignoring them.

"…tell me if it gets too much…" he gasped to her, unable to stop his hand from smacking her ass as he spoke of their safe word. Each time his hand connected to the fleshy globes, he couldn't help but release a grunt as her pussy bounced on his dick in response and she whispered in his ear, "Spank me hard."

His battle for control was on struggle mode. He could feel the head of his dick becoming slick, and he wanted to unfasten his pants, but he didn't want to fuck her in the car, and he knew he would if he allowed her folds to touch the sticky heat of his erection. He used one hand to hold her waist and the other to beat the shit out of her cheeks.

"Dammit!" he yelled when she shifted on his dick and he felt the friction rub him. He was so rigid and his balls felt like heavy stones weighing down his pants.

The cab encountered traffic and they were stuck at an intersection, so the cabbie could hear everything, and N'Jobu didn't give one fuck.

He slipped his fingers down past her ass and let it hit the back of her vulva and she jumped in his lap. Her pussy lips were so swollen, even more so since he began spanking her senseless. Concern crept up on him. How long would this traffic be? He needed her on a bed fast and this cab was barely crawling. The way she was trembling on him after each slap, he knew she was moving closer to orgasm, and he wasn't ready to let her do that until he was rooted deep in her. And he couldn't stop spanking her because they were both in the headspace they craved.

His body was so hot and he was sweating with her pressed so close into him. He knew they should stop before he made her cum. He rubbed her backside tenderly and tried slowing his breathing down.

"…don't…don't stop…" she huffed into his neck.

"Shit!"

He unleashed more strikes on her ass and then took both of his hands to squeeze, lift, and separate her cheeks.

"You okay? Can you handle more?" he asked, his voice shaky like his legs.

"I want more…"

"You want more?"

"Yes, please…I…I want more…you're making my pussy feel so good…"

"…that fat pussy feeling good…you better not cum yet…you're being such a good girl for Daddy…you cum when I tell you…"

"DaddyDaddyDaddy…."

She chanted in his ear as he slapped her vulva from the back. When he put that deep Oakland cadence in his voice, she tried grabbing for the opening of his pants but he pulled her hand away. Even though he was a Prince and she loved his natural Wakandan accent, she would go buck-wild when that Oaktown vibe spewed out of him when they became sexual.

"Please, fuck me Daddy!"

Her mouth was hot on his neck and her tongue flicked the skin there. He heard the cab driver make a sound after Califia begged N'Jobu to take her right there. It sounded like a groan.

"I want you in the bed—"

"I can't wait that long—"

"Yes, you can—"

"No, I can't! I want your dick now!"

The brat was coming back and he heard the pout in her voice. He took this as a sign of disrespect and smacked her for a full round until she was grinding in his lap. He lifted and separated her ass cheeks once more and she hissed from his touch on her sensitized skin. When his pinky finger grazed the back of her vulva again her behind clenched up tight.

The cab driver glanced back at them and his eyes grew big when he saw N'Jobu's hands spreading Califia's cheeks, her wet pussy just wide open and glistening. The man turned his head quickly.

Slow down.

N'Jobu turned his head so they could kiss, big, wide, open-mouthed kisses that had their fleshy lips feasting on one another. He just held her ass in his hands and she stopped grinding into him. They had to hold on until they made it to their destination.

When he came up for air from her lips he was transfixed by her face. True ecstasy was etched there. Great Bast, he couldn't wait to penetrate her, ram his cock into her until they were fused together. Get deep until he was breathing for both of them.

He kissed her again and her lips were puffy and sensitive from his attention. He could feel the itchy sensation in his own lips when they kissed for a long time. He rubbed her back to bring her down from his harsh spanking. She shuddered when he patted and smoothed his hands over each ass cheek. She arched her back to stretch a bit and he allowed her to wiggle her legs for circulation, but he wasn't going to let her change her position. Instead, he just held her still and thrust his hips up to let her slit rub him a bit. Just enough friction to keep him hard but not spurting in his pants. He kept Califia's head held into his neck again, and her breathing was just soft pants that was music to his ears.

"I'm going to make a big ole mess in this pussy. You know that, right?"

"Yes," she whispered in his ear. It was a struggle whisper, any energy she expended now was dangerous, her clit was a detonator ready to explode the rest of her.

"We have to use a lot of lube. I'm going to be in your pussy for a long ass time, girl."

Her breath shuddered.

He kissed her shoulder.

"We better do it on the floor. I'll break that fucking bed…"

He heard the strain in her voice as she tried to say his name.

"I know you want me now. But we're almost there. You want the cab driver to see me punish your tight pussy?" He pulled her cheeks apart again. He could see the cabbie was driving carefully with one hand on the wheel. The other hand wasn't visible but there was movement in his lap.

N'Jobu continued to rub Califia's lower back. The cab turned onto Lia's street and when it stopped, it took a long time for Califia to crawl off of his lap.

"Fuck me right here," she said, not caring about the cab driver sitting there waiting for his money.

Her ass was still visible and N'Jobu could see that the cabbie wasn't shy about tugging on his dick watching them while they spoke.

"You got my man up there feeling on himself," N'Jobu said.

"He'll never see us again. Let's give him a thrill. It'll be his tip," she said kissing the side of his neck and running her tongue in his ear. She sat back on him and began grinding on him. The movement of her ass on his lap made the cabbie tug harder on his cock.

Califia spoke to the cabbie in Portuguese. He was listening to her words but his eyes were on N'Jobu.

"What did you tell him?"

"That he could play with his dick and cum while you played with me."

She looked back over her shoulder and stared at the cabbie. The man spoke to her and then Califia giggled.

"What?"

"He wants your permission. He doesn't want you to beat him up for cumming if he watches. He said he liked it when you were spanking me."

"I don't know, girl…"

"You let Axiel, Joao, and Martine watch while you fingered me in the club, along with whoever else may have walked by—"

"But you were covered up—"

"They knew what was happening—"

"Look, I just want to get you inside and get in this pussy," he said rubbing her backside. His fingers dropped down to her vulva. The street was not well-lit, so the cabbie could probably only make out a little detail. She sucked on her teeth when he touched her labia.

"Daddy," she uttered, and the sound of those two syllables made him thrust his hips up. She made it sound so vulgar. This was his woman on his lap. But she was turned on by the thought of another man watching him play with her.

"Is this what you really want?"

"Yeah. I want him to see what's yours."

"Just spanking."

"Just that."

N'Jobu looked at the cabbie.

"Tell him he can jerk off and watch then."

Califia's hand reached up and turned on one of the overhead car lights.

"Damn, girl. We don't want the whole neighborhood watching," N'Jobu said reaching up himself and flicking it off.

"But I want to see his dick—"

"You need to concentrate on my dick," he said in a rough tone.

Califia's voice became sultry, and somehow the Portuguese she spoke sounded really nasty rolling off her tongue. N'Jobu saw the cabbie unzip and reach into his pants. His strokes were long and steady and they both could see the man had an average-sized uncut dick with a thick mushroom cap from the lights of his dashboard.

N'Jobu reached up and turned her face to look back at him.

"Hey. Focus on me," he said in a gruff tone.

"You don't like me looking at his dick? Think I might like his more?"

SMACK!

Her head snapped forward when he struck her and her gasp melted into a whimper. He used both hands to alternate striking her plump ass. They could hear the cabbie's grunts and groans.

"What did he say?" N'Jobu asked when the cabbie spoke under his breath.

Califia was staring down at N'Jobu, her eyes taking on a glazed look. He could feel her thrusting her ass out, trying to poke it out so the cabbie could see it all.

"Harder…he said to go harder…oh Jobu, I can hear him playing with his dick!"

He slapped the underside of her ass to create new stinging sensations for her. She was getting off knowing another man was flogging his meat because of her. He himself was getting off watching her gain pleasure from it.

His hands gripped the thickness on the sides of her ass and jiggled it and they both heard the loud moan from the cabbie. N'Jobu looked over and saw the pained look on the man's face as he nutted into his own hand, his eyes glued to Califia's thick cheeks.

"Let's go," N'Jobu said pulling down her dress to cover her ass.

Califia crawled off of him searching for her torn panties.

N'Jobu reached for his wallet ignoring the humongous tent in his own pants. He drew out a wad of cash and tossed it on the passenger seat next to the cabbie.

Stepping from the cab, N'Jobu reached back and helped Califia out. Her legs were like jelly as she took a moment to get the blood circulating properly. She pulled down on her dress and entwined her fingers with his. Neither of them bothered to look back at the cabbie. They were eager to climb the stairs and get into Lia's place.

N'Jobu made Califia walk up the stairs ahead of him, forcing her to hitch her dress back up to reveal her backside. Her ass was reddened and her pussy was glistening. She stopped every now and then to arch her back and widen her thighs so he could see what he was about to get.

When they reached the apartment, Califia went to the restroom and N'Jobu went into the guestroom, turned on the lights and threw the mattress of the bed onto the floor. The small double bed had a weak frame, and he knew he was going to be knee deep in his woman. The cement floor would be their support.

He took off his clothes and placed them on a side chair. He rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out the bottle of lube she brought for them.

He was slicking up his cock when she walked in naked. He watched her place her clothes on top of his.

"Get on the bed," he said stroking his length up and down, letting her see how much better his dick was compared to the cabbie. He pulled on his heavy balls while she situated herself for him. There were so many positions he wanted from her and so much time to do it in.

She lazily let her legs fall open as she laid back on her elbows watching him with lust-drunk eyes. The way she was staring at him made him think that she felt like she had the power right now.

"You tried to make me jealous," he said.

She smirked, but he didn't smile back at her. When he did that, she knew she was in trouble.

"Bay-bee…," she whispered, trying to get back in his good graces. He knew she was ready to have an explosive orgasm. He had tortured her pussy all night, and she didn't want to drag it out again. Too bad. She shouldn't have been playing with him.

The arrogance jumped out of him. She needed to meet Prince N'Jobu again.

"Whose dick is going to be better than mine?"

He stepped over to get his personal satchel stuffed at the bottom of his own suitcase.

He pulled out two separate containers.

One contained a silver cock ring. He twisted it around the glans of his dick and her eyes grew big.

The second box contained the gold slugs that he only wore at home in Wakanda. He went to the mirror in the room and slipped them on his bottom teeth. When he turned around to look at her, she had her fingers playing with her pussy. Although her pubic hairs were trimmed short, he could see how damp she was from his touches and spanking, her juices making the hair there shine as if they were heavily oiled.

"I did not give you permission to play with my pussy."

The bass in his voice made her blink.

"Jobu—"

"Nah, that's not my name. You best come correct. You know who the fuck I am."

Her hands dropped to her side.

He spoke to her in Wakandan, making the hard clicks and robust tone of his voice let her think she was in big trouble. She had no idea what he was saying and that was a good thing because his words were filthy. He was having fun. Telling her how he was going to stretch out her pussy and break her fucking back because she had the best slit in the world. But the tonality sounded harsh to her ears because he made sure to keep his face hard when he spoke. Her eyes were fixated on his teeth, the gold slugs gleaming in his mouth. The better to nip and bite her with. He let his eyes narrow as his eyes raked up and down her body. His tongue rolled over his bottom teeth tasting pure gold.

"Stand up!" he barked at her.

She jumped up and her hands dangled in front of her body like she was trying to cover herself. There was confusion in her eyes.

"What's my name?"

"N-N…N'Jobu?"

"Tried to make me jealous, as if some random man compared to me in any way, and now more disrespect?"

He stepped to her like he was in the throne room back in Birnin Zana. He grit his teeth and when she saw those slugs again and saw him grip his dick the way he did, the fancy cock ring emblazoned with Wakandan symbols now dripping with his pre-cum, it clicked in her mind. Her whole demeanor switched up and her eyes widened again. She bowed to him and stepped back from him in a submissive stance.

"Your Highness, Prince N'Jobu."

His dick throbbed so hard in his hand when he heard her say the words.

"Much better," he said trying to hold on to all modicum of supremacy over her in this moment. If he slipped up, let her take on any power over him, he would weaken before her and let her have her way with him. And he didn't want that. She tried to manipulate him all day, and she had to pay for trying to cuckold him.

He laid down on the bedding and tucked his hands under his head. Staring up at her, he let his eyes drop down to stare at her folds. Her pussy was ready. He pointed to the lube next to the bed.

"Prepare yourself," he commanded.

She bent down and grabbed the bottle and squirted a significant amount of lube on to her hand. She rubbed her vulva, squirted more lube on her fingers and inserted them into her pussy. He tried his best to keep his face neutral as she opened up her labia for him, trying to diminish his authority. Her two fingers slipped in and out of her vagina and he could hear that creamy sound so loud in the room. He gave a small gulp and prayed that Bast would give him strength not to cave into Califia's seductive ways. He made a loud exhale when her fingers pulled out and rubbed her clit ring. She almost had him. But he smiled at her and held his massive erection up.

"Come service your Prince." The demand was clear in his voice.

"Bay-bee," she whimpered staring at the cock ring circling his wide glans.

"What did you say?'

She swallowed hard and took a small step toward him.

"Your Highness—"

"Come here. Now."

She knelt down on the mattress and crawled over him. When her breasts were hanging over his chest he reached up and pulled her down close to him, holding her face into his neck, basically the same position she was in when they were in the cab.

"Put this royal dick in that juicy pussy you disrespectful—"

He smacked her ass so hard that she didn't even hear the last part of his sentence. She lifted his heavy cock and sat back on it, sliding so hungrily with ease until his balls were covered in her juices to the hilt. He groaned hard, his grimace making his slugs visible and she moaned when she saw them. He bit her shoulder hard.

"I'll fuck you so good, Your Highness," she said lifting her lower half and dropping back down on him.

"You better, you already know pussy is lined up and waiting for me out there."

He watched her eyes go from lust-filled to jealousy.

"They knew a Prince when they saw one and were ready to give me good Brazilian pussy. Right there on the dance floor if I wanted it…."

She was bouncing on him already, twisting her hip each time her clit hit his cock ring. She stared down at the slugs in his open mouth and rode him harder. His breath hitched, but he tried to stay strong talking mad shit to her.

"Maya wanted this dick so bad. You saw her throwing it back at me. She probably knows how to handle royal dick. Whatchu think? Could she take all this dick better than you?"

She pressed down into him, her lips sucking on his neck, her tits smashed into his chest as she moved her hips and ass up and down. He just laid there, not moving anything except his hands holding her hips, his eyes watching her big ass jiggle.

"She had a nice fat ass too, shit was soft and round, I bet she could take a good pounding—"

She groaned so loud it made his balls tingle.

"You want me to show you how I would fuck her big ass?"

His erection felt harder in her pussy. She was really slamming down on him.

"She felt on my dick after we finished dancing. I told her this big dick didn't belong to her. It's all yours Califia."

"Ohhhhh, bay-bee!"

"This royal dick is all yours…oh…shitttttt…."

She was squeezing his erection, her walls gripping and releasing in time to her thrusts down on him. His toes curled up.

"Oh my Bast, you're riding the shit out of this royal dick!" he yelled. He held onto her back tight and just let her work his meat down to the bone.

He could feel the pressure on his glans from the cock ring. They had already been going at it for twenty minutes, it was time for the ring to come off.

"Lift up, lift up!"

She raised up off of his cock with a loud wet noise and sat on her side. He reached down and removed the cock ring. He looked down at her.

"Let me show you how I would fuck Maya."

He forced her to get on her hands and knees and when he penetrated her, she started wailing from his deep thrusts.

"See…a big ass like hers…she has to have a big dick hitting those walls like this. While you were busy letting these fat cheeks slap against common dick, Maya was getting this…your royal dick. Is that what you wanted?"

"No!" she screamed. He chuckled. She was getting mad now. She was still dripping from him talking about Maya, but she hated the idea that she let another woman get a feel of what belonged to her. Regret was a helluva emotion.

"I think she'd like this…mmmhmmmm, my balls slapping against her pussy just like this, huh, baby? Does it feel good?"

"Gawd, yes!" she screamed. She held her arm out behind her, and N'Jobu grabbed her hand to help get the angle right. His dick was gleaming from her juices and the lube they slathered on themselves. He was ready to bust just watching her cheeks slap his balls.

"Would you let me cum in her pussy, Califia?"

Califia's back and ass cheeks glistened with so much sweat. Her head drooped down once his balls really started slapping against her clit. She was done for. All he had to do was tell her she could cum and she would do it.

"Goddamn, thinking about that woman's fat ass is gonna make me nut. I'ma let this royal dick cum in your wet slit. Maya wanted this dick so bad—"

Califia snatched her arm back from him.

"Martine and Joao wanted this pussy," she said.

"What?"

He gripped her hips hard and slowed down his thrusting.

"Axiel too. And the cab driver. They know royal pussy when they see it."

What. The. Fuck.

N'Jobu pulled out of her and turned her on her back. Her eyes were hard and her lip was curled up like she was mad.

"You heard me, Your Highness."

His dick was still jumping from being inside her tight heat and he could see all her good pink waiting for him to spill inside of her. He slid his fingers around the tip of his dick and squeezed so she could see his slit.

"No one's getting in this pussy except for me. Watch your mouth."

"You watch yours. If I'm your wife then that makes me a Princess, don't it?"

He laughed at her and her eyes looked betrayed.

He pulled her leg, dragging her down to him and pushed her legs back open.

"You just keep these legs open and let me nut in my pussy," he said bending his head down to suck and then bite her right nipple.

She slapped his face.

N'Jobu jerked up releasing her nipple. The sting from her hand still rocked his face.

"What's your fucking problem?"

"You."

He reached for her legs again and tried prying them back, but she pushed back from him and stood up.

"You ain't getting shit from me," she said walking to the bedroom door.

"Where the fuck you going?!"

He jumped up from the bed and followed her. When she tried opening the door he slammed it shut and pushed her up against it.

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me I'm a Princess—"

"Get your ass back on that bed and take this dick—"

"Not until you say—"

He grabbed her left leg and lifted it up while gripping his cock in his hand. "You play too much, Califia," he said.

He thrust up into her and knocked the breath out of her.

"Play too fucking much," he said.

Grabbing her hair, he pumped into her, the sound of her back hitting the door just as loud as his grunts. He stared into her eyes.

"I am Prince N'Jobu. House of Udaku. Son of King Azzuri the Wise. Son of the Compassionate Queen, Niyilolawa. I am the Golden Jaguar chosen by the Great Panther Goddess Bast from on high. Father of N'Jadaka, The One Who Brings Down Thunder. Know who the fuck is banging the shit out of you right now!"

Califia lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his hips as N'Jobu worked his back and leg muscles to pound her against the door.

"Acting like some impetuous little brat. Making me jealous over who? Bitch, I'm the only real nigga who can handle this pussy."

He hit a spot inside of her that made him hunch up against her.

"Take all this dick!"

She was just heavy breathing clutching onto his back. He still couldn't believe she had slapped him. He couldn't believe that shit had him turned on too. He smothered her lips with his own, sucking on her tongue until she released his mouth screaming, "Please!"

He leaned back still clutching her waist.

"Cum on this royal dick then," he said, his eyes holding her lusty gaze while he pushed in as far as his cock could go.

"Oooooohhhhh."

Her eyes rolled back then squeezed shut as her mouth took in short puffs of air as her body unraveled around him. He felt the intense pulses of her walls around him as her orgasm flowed ensnaring him. Her face. That damn face caught him again and he felt himself spurting deep within her and yelling her name so loud he was sure Lia's neighbors heard them. When he felt her spasms stop, he pulled out of her.

"Hurry up and go pee," he said catching his breath.

When she stumbled out of the bedroom he went into the kitchen and poured them two big glasses of ice water. He watched her come out of the bathroom stretching her body and he felt his face go flush looking at her. He handed her a glass and they both gulped down the fluid. They were dehydrated and still horny for each other. She crawled onto his lap as he sat at the kitchen table and they kissed for a while. She liked rolling her tongue across his slugs and he brought his mouth to her breasts, biting her and rolling her nipples with his fingers. She was sitting on his dick in no time and he fucked her the way she needed to be fucked.

"I'm the throne you sit on, girl," he whispered in her ear.

He watched her tits bounce then stared at his dick taking care of her needs.

"Your pussy feels so good," he said.

"Yeah," she answered. She was gripping his shoulders and watching his face as he watched her pussy stretch around his dick with each thrust he gave her.

"Where do you want me to cum, baby?"

"On my face."

"Get ready," he said.

She lifted off of him when he began to grimace and called out her name.

She dropped to her knees and looked up at his face. He stroked himself taking in all of her beauty.

"Play with your pussy for me," he said adjusting the angle of his dick, pressing it closer to her face.

Her fingers dropped down rubbing her folds.

"Cum on my face, Your Highness…Prince N'Jobu," she purred.

A fantasy made real.

Hot ropes of his creamy white shot out and coated her face. It was a big ole mess and he loved it.

"Only for a Princess," he said and she smiled.

He reached down and played with her tits, pussy lips and clit until she came on his hand with him calling her Princess for the rest of their alone time.

Chapter 17 HERE.

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@meinhiding asked:

Hi love! IF, and only if, you have the time and energy (and no migraine) to do this: From List 4: "We went to a bar and yes I signed you up to sing karaoke can’t back out now." I know it's hard as hell but I want you to focus on happy thoughts, even if you don't write them, ok? Can't you imagine Foggy doing this? Karen excited when she hears the beginning of that song from her favourite musical? Matt watching her sing with heart eyes? Even reluctantly joining them after all? Do this, or I will.

Thanks for thinking of me and my need for happy thoughts, beautiful. I really want to answer this in the right way, but unfortunately, I’ve already written a Karaoke scene and I can’t think past those songs and I don’t want to dissect the story I might never post (yeah, it makes no sense.) So, I don’t think this counts, but maybe it kind of does? No matter what @meinhiding I would love to see a non-au version of this from you that fits into our Daredevilverse (like I said, this doesn’t really count). So please please write one!

This is from an AU where Karen starts working at Landman and Zack when Matt and Foggy are still interns. They go on a retreat and Karen is need of cheering up. Part of this I already posted here (it is now considered “the routine” in my stories), but I left off the Karen Part. I’ll include both:

****** Foggy searched through a cabinet next to the TV and Matt sighed as he pulled out a microphone and Karaoke Machine. His best friend always seemed to know how to get a party going. He hooked up the machine to the speaker system and tapped into the mic and spoke in a voice reminiscent of an announcer. “Matthew Murdock to the stage please, Matt Murdock to the stage.” People looked to Matt who shook his head and used his cane to make it to the front of the room. Foggy handed him a mic and started a song. Matt turned away from the crowd as the music started and bobbed his head to the beat as Foggy sang to the audience. Karen’s eyes grew wide as she witnessed a routine that she assumed had been performed many times before. “Standing in the rain, with his head hung low Couldn’t get a ticket, it was a sold out show Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream” Matt turned around as the beat picked up and threw his arm around to strum his air guitar dramatically, repeating the movement every time a new line was sung. The crowd was a mixture of cheers and giggles. “He heard one guitar, just blew him away-” Matt lowered his glasses to the crowd. “-He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day” Matt jumped in and started singing as Foggy turned around and bobbed his head. “Bought a beat up six string, in a secondhand store Didn’t know how to play it, but he knew for sure”Foggy turned back around as the beat picked up and strummed his air guitar. “That one guitar, felt good in his hands, didn’t take long, to understand Just one guitar, slung way down low Was a one way ticket, only one way to go” They sang together and the crowd jumped in with them, jumping in the air to the beat.“So he started rockin’, ain’t never gonna stop Gotta keep on rockin’, someday gonna make it to the top And be a juke box hero, (got stars in his eyes) he’s a juke box hero He took one guitar (juke box hero stars in his eyes) Juke box hero, (stars in his eyes) he’ll come alive tonight” They repeated their head bobbing bit and were sweating by the end of the song. Foggy pointed the mic at a woman Karen had seen around the office and she grabbed it from him and spoke like she was the MC. “Ladies and gentlemen, Nelson & Murdock.” The crowd cheered as Foggy and Matt bowed and then exited their makeshift stage. Matt collapsed on a couch right next to Karen and sighed in exhaustion. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she said with a smile in her voice. He turned his head and smiled from ear to ear. “It only took three years to perfect,” he laughed. … “Well, Page, it looks like the machine is about to be free. Care to join me?” Karen smiled. “I couldn’t ride on your coat tails to fame, Foggy. It wouldn’t be right.” He chuckled. “When you’re as magnificent as me, you learn early that you’ve got to help the little people, KP. C’mon! You can even pick the song.” He reached for her hand, which she took, and she followed him through the crowd. People had started to disperse from the dance floor, refilling their beers and breaking off into small groups to converse. Karen found a song and selected it in the machine. She picked up a mic as the beat started and Foggy nodded his head and gave a thumbs up as she started to sing “Don’t you want me” by the Human League.” “You were workin’ as a waitress in a cocktail bar-” “Oh, you’re taking the male part, huh?” He said into the mic. She giggled as she continued “When I met you.” She walked over to him and poked him in the chest. “I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around-” he grinned as she spun him around and saw the room was filled once more. No one noticed that Matt’s cheeks were bright red and he had the goofiest smile on his face. Foggy flipped his hair as she sang to him, joining in to sing the main line of the chorus and let her sing each one after. “Don’t, don’t you want me? You know I can’t believe it when I hear that you won’t see me Don’t, don’t you want me? You know I don’t believe you when you say that you don’t need me She continued,“It’s much too late to find You think you’ve changed your mind” She grabbed his hand and they both jumped up and down before singing the next line:“You’d better change it back or we will both be sor-ry!” Foggy twirled her as they sang the chorus together and she threw her other hand in the air. The crowd sang the chorus too and Karen looked to Matt and saw him singing along with them and smiled. “Don’t you want me, baby? Don’t you want me, ohh? Don’t you want me, baby? Don’t you want me, ohh?” Karen caught her breath and giggled as Foggy sang his part. “I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. That much is true-” The whole crowd burst into laughter as Foggy stole the spotlight. By the time they were done singing, Karen had tears in her eyes from laughter. She and Foggy bowed before he took her hand and walked her away from her adoring fans.“I remember thinking that song was so cute…” She said to her partner. “I was definitely wrong.” He nodded. “We made it cute, Page.” “Yeah, if you ignore the lyrics,” she laughed.

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Eleven

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How do you dress when you’re not at work? I feel like my regular clothes. My work is a combination of a uniform shirt and then my own skirt and leggings. But I’d wear my own shirts outside of work. What is your favorite thing about yourself? I feel I am pretty open minded when it comes to about people. Tell me about the shirt you’re wearing? It’s a Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild shirt. It’s light green and has 6 squares and is different locations in the game. What was the first thing you thought this morning? It’s probably early why orr my breath really stinks. Who did you last say I love you to? My family. Are you wearing shorts? Yeah. Ever had a boy best friend? Yes. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I don’t care for it. Do your parents actually knock on your door before entering your room? The complete opposite Do you think sweat bands look hot on guys? Not necessarily but it doesn’t look bad either. Have you ever thought a man over 40 was attractive? Chris Hemsworth in 3 years, probably yes Would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you? I’ve dated someone almost my height and someone who is taller. I do like at least a little taller, as my preference. Can you honestly say you’re okay right now? Yeah. Is there a song that every time you hear it, you think of someone? Many like ones they liked, or the memories when I heard the song and time and place. Gaston for ever for my boyfriend since he really likes to karaoke that song :D. What can’t you wait for? Thanksgiving because I have 4 days off. Are you ticklish? Nope! If you catch me off guard I can be a little but I generally am not. Do you have a bad temper? When there are idiot drivers I curse and rant to myself big time but not at people though. What brand of digital camera do you own? I don't own one. Have you ever seen a Broadway show in New York? No, but I’d be interested to see one. Do you get drunk every weekend? No not every weekend but I was going too hard on shots when I did. And it’d be video games at home with friends. My stomach can’t do it. What did you do today? Nothing all day but been on my laptop but this evening I cleaned out my car, picked up my room and vaccumed it. Are you listening to music right now? No, I'm listening to the strong wind outside. Your last ex died today, how would you feel? Sad. I’d be sad. They’re young, they were still a part of moments in my life and it’d be really sad. Sad for those close to them and their family. I wish no harm upon him. Do you like maxi dresses? I haven’t ever owned one or tried one on but I saw a red one in the google photos that I liked. Do you worry about guys thinking you’re hot? XD If I was wearing a snowsuit in the dessert, and they were worried I was hot and over heating, how kind of them. But to answer this question, no. I don’t LOL.

Are you healthy?

Overall yes. Do I exercise and watch what I eat and floss everyday? I do not. Do you like the idea of promise rings in relationships? Mhm I don’t care for them personally.  Did you wear sunglasses today? No but thought about it since my right eye was bugging me today again. If you straighten your hair, how long does it take? I can’t remember the last time I have since it’s pretty straight already. Can anyone in your immediate family play the guitar? My mom used to. Why were you last frustrated? Because a family member was complaining once again about the same thing how another family member, how it comes across is just annoying and they’re better than them.  Would you date someone 8 years older than you? Umm I think I would, yeah. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? I really don’t have close close friends it feels like but I do have male friends.

Do you have a friend of the same sex you can talk to? I think 1 yes. What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex? XD be kind of weird. What do you want to get accomplished today/tonight? Laundry.

You’re single, right? No. Do you like the snow? Yes to look at but not driving in it no.

When was the last time you were told you were cute? Wednesday by my boyfriend. :) Would you ever smile at a stranger? Yeah but it’s super awkward because I over think it and might smile to long or if I put the smile away fast does it seem rude? Also if a pedestrian is crossing I smile, to let them know I see them or the car that lets me in I do a thanks with my hands and smile. Do you need to go shopping for anything? Underwear. I bought underwear that is way too big. First too small and now too big..so I need to go back to the store. How much have you changed in the last year or so? I don’t know how to describe it. Do you have a favorite name? What is it? I like the name Aria. Do you wrap up warm in the cold weather? Sweaters and blankets! If you could live anywhere, where would you choose? Why? Japan because I miss it and one of my favorite places. Do you have any habits you’d like to break? Which? Biting my nails. Have you ever wished to be an internet celebrity? How about a ‘real’ one? Not to be one but to meet one! Have you kept any birthday cards from when you were younger? I do have graduation ones and went through certain ones and have them stored away. Have you ever been kayaking? Yes. Do you care overly about other people? I don’t know?

If you could have any animal as a pet, which would you choose? I want 2 dogs, at least and a pet pig! What is your favourite piece of furniture you own? Bed and lamp Do you still live with your parents? Yes and no Have you ever been told your aspirations are unrealistic? Yes, like a career I was interested in When were you last jealous? Are you a jealous person? Someone hitting on my bf, and always talks about him when we hang out. I used to be bad when it came to jealousy, that is what has probably changed about me, how I act and what I say, it was asked on previous survey question. This person will ignore me, and talk and flirt with him and it makes me uncomfortable. Do you ever think about embarrassing moments and cringe? YES YES YES. Usually how the day goes and I worry if I was rude or not. Do you believe you will never get over someone? Yes and no. For relationships, no I’ve gotten over them. But for a loss or grieving yes Do you watch scary movies on your own? Nooooooo. What is your favourite family tradition? We don’t have many these days but a movie on Christmas or different nights. I miss game nights.

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Paradise - Chapter Five

A.N. - I just want to say thank you so much for the kindness and support you have given me. It has really encouraged me to carry on writing. For all your support I thought I would give you an extra chapter as a gift. Don’t worry there still will be another chapter on Friday. WARNING this chapter contains SMUT there is slight DOMINANCE.

September 24th, 2016 - Westminster, London

Bill P.O.V.

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I froze, I never thought Eva would tell people about me. “I guess so.”

I shook his hand and Tom 

Tom smiled, “She never shuts up about you.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Of course. She thinks the world of you.”

I didn’t realise Eva thought so much of me. Two women came in with another drink for everyone. One of them placed a bottle of Jameson in front of Tom and me. She smiled and took away my empty beer glass. Tom topped up the whiskey in my glass and poured himself a generous glass. Two staff members had folded back the screens of the VIP area so we had a clear view of the stage, one of them said the show would start in five minutes.Eva had disappeared only a short while ago. Tom and I chatted about movies and my dad until the lights had dimmed.

Tom leaned over towards me. “Be prepared.”

The red velvet curtains slid open and the lights illuminated the stage. There were men and women sitting at tables around the edge of the stage. The men were in old style top hat and tails, the women were dressed as vintage can-can dancers. Leo came on from the wings, he was now wearing a ringmasters costume.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight. Before we begin I would like to inform you the role of Satine will be played by our many beautiful ladies throughout the night. Now madams and monsieurs I welcome you to the Moulin Rouge. I beg you to put your hands together for our sparkling diamond, Miss Eva de Wolfe!” He bowed off the stage.

The stage lights dimmed and a woman on a hoop descended from the ceiling. Eva was now dressed in a diamond covered corset. She looked up and around the room. Her eyes locked with mine and she began to sing.

Let’s just say that if anyone has seen that clip from the 2001 moulin rouge movie. It wasn’t much different, a little more sexy and sordid with a heck more stripping than the original. Eva was amazing, twirling around the stage singing. She looked like a dominatrix angel teasing the male dancers on stage. I hadn’t ever heard her sing like this. The only time I heard her sing was tipsy at karaoke or in the shower along to her phone. The performance came to an end and the people on stage gave a bow. The curtains closed.

Tom leaned over to me, “So what did you think?”

“Uhh...”

Tom refilled my glass and pressed it into my hands.

“Drink, she’ll be back in a minute.”

True to his word five minutes later she appeared back in our area, now dressed back in the clothes she came in. She stood with her hands behind her back smiling shyly at everyone. The girls clapped and cheered. She did a little curtsy and came towards me. I could tell she was flushed even through her makeup, I stood as she got closer. I didn’t care about anyone else or what I was about to do. In front of all her friends, I placed my hand in her hair and kissed her. To my surprise she didn’t pull back, instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself to me. The girls all cheered and I heard someone wolf whistle. We pulled back and I rested my forehead against hers.

“What you said before about me thinking badly of you. I would never feel that way. You were beautiful.” 

She beamed and hugged me. Eva slid into my seat next to Tom and kissed his cheek. She hadn’t got the chance to say hello earlier. I sat down in the chair next to her and I poured her a glass of whiskey from the bottle. Eva linked her fingers through mine. 

There was a 10-minute interval between each performance, there were 5 in total. Eva told me that they had all voted on the five. In the interval, the lights were turned up slightly so it was safe to move around. People ordered more drinks, chatted and used the bathroom. Eva, Tom and I chatted about work and movies, upcoming projects. The whole time Eva didn’t let go of my hand. After the finale, the lights were turned up again. Some people thanked Leo and made their way out, others stayed and enjoyed more drinks. I looked at Eva how was half asleep in her chair. I squeezed her hand and she woke up a little.

“Let’s get you home.”

She nodded, she leaned over to Tom and told him we were leaving. She went to say goodbye to the girls, while I gathered our belongings. Tom appeared beside me. He stood quietly for a second before turning to face me.

“Bill. You need to choose sooner or later. She deserves that much from you.”

I didn’t understand what he was talking about. “What?”

“She tells me things about the two of you. About your girlfriend. She was upset when you told her. I know you’ll take care of her no matter what. But you need to choose; one or the other. You can't have both of them. Just so you know you are the only person she has ever loved, don't fuck it up.”

He patted me on the back. Eva came over and said goodbye to Tom. It wasn't long and we were in the uber home. Eva stared sleepily out of the window, I just couldn't shut my head off. Tom's words echoed in the back of my head. Seeing all those men watching her dance around the stage in her underwear awoke something in me. I wanted her I knew that much. I wanted to keep her all to myself. I didn't know where this was coming from I've never been a jealous person. 

We pulled up outside her place and took the lift up. She didn't bother taking her shoes or jacket off, she just wandered into the kitchen absent-mindedly. I followed behind her like some sort of predator stalking its prey. She had flung her jacket on the side and was humming to herself. She had filled the kettle and was getting cups down. She turned and upon seeing me jumped.

“God Bill you frightened me.” She focused on my face. “what's wrong?”

“I want you. Right now.”

“Bill… what's got into you.”

I could feel the pressure building. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

Eva smirked, knowing full well what was going on. She put down the cups and did as I asked. Under her top, she was wearing a corset, a proper lace up one. She had clips on the corset holding up her stocking and the tiniest pair of panties over the top. She went to take her heels off.

“No not them.”

She moved closer to me we were inches apart. Before she could react I had bent her over the kitchen counter. With one hand on her back I held her down, with the other hand I removed her underwear. They were over her stockings, she knew this would happen and she was prepared for it.

I bent over her pressing my crotch to her rear. I whispered into her ear, “If you move I will punish you. Understand?”

Eva just nodded. I removed my clothes and chucked them anywhere. I traced my hand down Eva's back, making her shiver. I felt how wet she was already, she was loving every minute. I stood behind her.

“Eva do you want me to do this?”

She turns her upper body to look at me. Her pupils were blown and she was flushed too. “Fuck me. Please.”

I pressed her back into the marble while I lined myself up. I pushed into her all at once. Eva gasped and bucked against me. I ran my hands over her back and shapely hips. I got a good grip by her hip bones, I slowly slid most of the way out before pushing back in again. 

Eva's legs twitched. “Jesus Christ stops teasing me and fucking get on with it.”

I took one hand off her hip and smacked her backside. She let out a moan. With her smart mouth, she was really in for it this time. I began thrusting and steadily picked up speed. Eva was making a great deal of noise, she was enjoying this. I slid my hand round off her hip to between her legs, I found her bundle of nerves. If she wanted to tease and be naughty then two could play her game. 

She started moaning louder, her back arching off the side. I started to thrust harder knowing it wouldn't take her long to cum. 

She grabbed onto my hand between her legs. “Please don't stop.”

I took my hand away and slapped her rear again. “For that, you can do it.”

She slid a hand down between her legs “Yes sir.”

I slapped her backside again, this time she clenched around me. I nearly lost it right there. “Oh, you're in for it now.”

I grabbed her hips with both hands and started thrusting harder than before. Eva was getting tighter and her legs were twitching, both signs she was getting close. I didn't let up until she let out a scream. Her thighs were shaking and she was clenching around me. I slowed my pace down letting her ride out her orgasm.

I pulled out and she gave one final twitch. Before I could see if she was alright she started begging. 

“Please don't stop. Please baby.”

Well, I couldn't say no. I started slower this time building my pace. Her wetness was starting to run down her legs. After being aroused most of the evening I couldn't last much longer. 

I bent over her and whispered in her ear, “You have two minutes to cum before I do.”

She happily moaned and her hand went back down to her clit. She always loved a challenge. When she started getting tight again I slammed her into the bench and fucked her as hard as I could. This time when she clenched around me, she couldn't even make a sound. Her body was rigid and her legs twitched like she was possessed. Feeling her orgasm around me started my own. Every time I thrust deep in her, she let out a little moan. I stilled within her and rested above her. I pressed kisses against her back and shoulders as she rode out her the rest of her high. Both of us were covered in a sheen of sweat. 

“Are you okay babe?”

I don't think she could even talk. She just nodded and groaned. I gently eased out of her, she twitched one last time at the friction. I leant onto the countertop beside her waiting for her to calm down. The cool marble was nice against my burning skin.

After we caught our breaths I knelt and helped Eva take off her heels. I stood and picked her up bridal style and carried her into the bedroom. Ragnar was snoring away in what was my bed. I lay her down on the edge of the bed. She didn't move, just lay there panting slightly. 

I knelt beside her. “Eva are you alright?”

She didn't speak just nodded slightly.

“What do you need?”

“Shower.” She whispered.

“Okay. I'm going to turn the shower on then come back and undress you.”

She just nodded. I turned the shower on making sure it wasn't too hot. I folded down her shower seat. I dried my hands and went back to her. She let me unhook her stockings and pulled them off. The corset was easier as it had hooks on the front. I picked her up again and took her to the shower. Carefully I placed her on her seat. The shower rained down on her back. I knelt before her 

“Are you okay. Did I hurt you?”

“No, I liked it. I'm just exhausted.”

“Okay shower, drink and bed for you then.”

She groaned, “Can't we cuddle for a while.”

I brushed the hair away from her face. “Of course we can baby.”

She smiled. “Can I have the blue bottle please.”

I grabbed a washcloth and the blue bottle. With my help, we managed to get all the makeup off her face. At one point she looked like a tired panda, I did my best not to laugh. I grabbed her shower gel and a clean cloth. While Eva was letting the warm water run down her back easing her pain. I knew she'd pay for it tomorrow. I washed her legs and arms, her back and chest. 

“Eva you need to stand.”

She took hold of the rail and with my help stood. I could see her tired legs tremble under the pressure of standing. I placed her other hand on my shoulder for extra balance.

“I'm sorry for this.”

I washed between her legs. She let a high pitched whine through gritted teeth, I could feel her nails digging into my shoulder. I was a horrible bastard, I deserved everything she would do to me. I rinsed the bubbles off her and turned the shower off. I helped her walk out of the shower and draped a towel over her shoulders. I wrapped another one around me and headed to the bedroom. At least Eva was walking even if it was with help.

I sat her the bed and tried to find some pyjamas for her. I settled on panties and one of my old t-shirts she had stolen years ago. Ragnar had woken up and was sitting at Eva's feet, Eva was scratching behind his ears. I helped her get dressed and carried her to the living room. I placed her on the sofa and wrapped a blanket over her legs.

“I'll make you a drink then I'll take Ragnar out. Okay.”

“Thank you.” She pulled me closer and kissed me.

I got dressed while the kettle was boiling. I made us both a hot chocolate and left them on the coffee table, in front of Eva. With a kiss on her head, I left her watching the TV. At 11:30 at night her road was quiet with only a few windows illuminated. After taking Ragnar for a short walk we returned home. Eva had burrowed down into the blanket and was sipping her chocolate. She had more colour in her cheeks and looked alive. I sat down and lifted her feet onto my lap. Ragnar lay on the floor next to Eva.

“How are you feeling?”

��Much better thank you. I think with the performance and with our kitchen antics I had just wiped myself out.”

“As long as you're okay now. That's all that matters.”

“I am. I'll just have to clean the kitchen bench.”

“I can do it.” I sipped my drink.

I slid my jeans off hanging them on the back of the sofa. I was quite comfy in my boxers and t-shirt. We sat there on the sofa drinking our hot chocolate at quarter to 12 on a Saturday night. Other people are age are just starting their nights out. Eva was staring blankly at the TV, her hair was escaping her bun. I reached behind her and pulled out the clip holding it up. 

Eva ran a hand through her hair, “What? Is it stuck up?”

“No. You just look beautiful like this. Hair down and curly, no makeup on. That's how I always think of you.”

Eva looked at me and frowned. Before she could say anything I had to tell her what I was thinking.

 “Eva…”

She tipped her head to one side, “Yes?”

“I've been thinking. I don’t  I want to go back to Alida.”

She sat up and put her cup down. She just stared at me. “Why?”

I swallowed the rest of my drink and put my cup with hers. “After the last couple of days, I realised something, about us. We rarely ever fight and when we do we always have the best makeup sex. It doesn’t matter how long we’re apart the fire is still there. The sex is still fantastic, we know what the other person wants. We look after each other through everything. Watching you on that stage, seeing how people looked at you. I felt possessive that's why we only just got in the door before I had to have you. I don’t think that I could be your friend and watch you someone else. I want you.”

Eva flung herself at me. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders she squeezed me tight.”Oh, Bill why didn’t you say before.”

I buried my head into her shoulder. “I didn’t realise till after I lost you the first time and now having you back… I can’t lose you again.”

Eva took my face in her hands. I had always loved her eyes. One blue and one green. They always betrayed how she was feeling on the inside. They were dull when she was sad, shining with joy and now they were sparkling with love and joy. 

She kissed me. It wasn't like all the other times we kissed. It wasn’t needing or rushed, like most of the times when we need each other. It was gentle and loving. Ragnar howling broke us apart.

“He’s never done that before.”

Eva giggled, “He’s happy. He’s doing his dancing feet.”

Bill patted the sofa and he jumped up. “Do you approve bud?”

He howled again. 

Eva tipped her head back and laughed. “He approves. You're set for life.”

“I'm glad he likes me.”

“Likes you! He loves you to bits, you're one of his favourite humans.”

I nuzzle into her neck. “You're one of my favourite humans.”

Eva yawned. “Bill… Can we go to bed and cuddle.”

I pecked her on the lips. “Okay. You go ahead I'll grab the stuff in the kitchen.”

Eva and Ragnar headed to the bedroom. I took our cups and left them in the sink. I grabbed 2 bottles of water, we both would need them; me because of the alcohol,  Eva because of the dancing and sex. I cleaned up our clothing off the floor and took them with me to Eva's room. She had created a pile of our clothes on a chair, I added the rest to it. Eva was already in bed in her usual place on the left side. Ragnar was on his large cushion at the foot of the bed.

I gave Eva a bottle and put mine on the bedside table. I climbed into bed beside her and we settled into our normal cuddling position. I was on my back and Eva was laying on my chest.

“This complicates things so much more.”

I brushed her hair back. “We’ll get things sorted Evie. Just not tonight.”

She turned to look up at me, resting her chin on my sternum. “No, not tonight.”

Her odd eyes studied my face. She swung her leg over and straddled my hips. She traced her fingers over my chest. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist, our faces were millimetres apart.

She put a hand on my face and whispered. “Bill I… I want you to make love to me.”

She had never asked that of me before. My boxers came off and Eva was soon naked as well. She climbed back on me, this time I could feel her wetness against me. I didn’t take me long to get hard again. With her it never took my long at all, just seeing her half naked was enough to do it sometimes. I grabbed around her waist and flipped the two of us over. With her legs hooked over my hips, I slid inside her. We had never had sex like this before, normal missionary sex never ever happened. When we did have missionary, it was either rough, a quickie or someone was even tied up. Even when Eva was having a bad pain day and was too sore to do anything too fancy, we never reverted to it.

Eva pulled me closer so we were almost touching. Every time I moved I could feel her pierced nibbles just graze my chest. She was panting her hips thrusting to meet mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I placed kisses along her neck and jaw. I could her breathing hitch, it wasn’t like it did when she was about to cum. I pulled back and stilled inside her.

She had tears in her eyes and a few had already escaped and cascaded down her face. I wiped their trails away.

“Eva. What’s wrong.”

“It’s just...” she took a shaking breath. “I love you.”

Relief flooded through me. “You don’t know how many times I have dreamed of you saying that to me.”

I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “And I love you.”

A.N. - Sorry that this chapter is shorter than the others, this just felt like the right place to end things. The next chapter will hopefully be the normal length.

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Student Council Prez [16]

Episode 15 - Episode 16 - Episode 17 Words: 4.9k Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“Behave yourself, okay?” You pat Sohyun’s sun hat down so it’ll stay on her head, sighing once as you grab the luggage. “We’re guests at his house so no fooling around.”

“Noona…” Sungjae digs his feet into his sneakers and secures his backpack over his shoulders. “Are you dating Yoongi?”

Sohyun also looks up curiously and you stare at them expressionlessly before moving outside the room. “Yes.”

It was already Spring break and all the council members were heading to Taehyung’s grandparent’s house over in the countryside; for ‘team building’ they had said but you supposed it was to goof off and just have fun. When he invited you, you declined since you couldn’t leave your siblings by themselves but then he told you to bring them along. Taehyung kept on pressing about the matter every single day, every single time he saw you until you finally cracked and gave in. Somehow, you almost suspected that the entire trip was planned for him to be able to play with the two kids.

Everyone had decided to meet in front of the school that was now empty.

“Y/N!” Taehyung screams out with a wave and comes running up to you. His eyes dart to your brother and then your sister and his smile widens considerably. “And oh my god! Look at who we have here!”

Sungjae grimaces, staring down at his shoes while mumbling incoherently. He’s dressed in a blue flannel and shorts, carrying his red backpack. You suppose he doesn’t like Taehyung very much. Sohyun, on the other hand, is wearing a pastel Easter dress that your aunt had sent and luckily it was the cuter one with floral prints and bows at the sleeves. With her flower sun hat, it made her look absolutely adorable but you couldn’t imagine what Taehyung saw since he practically melted on the floor at the sight of her.

“Taehyung…” You look up with widened eyes. “What is that?”

He follows your line of sight to the huge bus parked at the curb of the road, a cloth sign attached to it reading ‘Taetae and the members’. He grins at you. “It’s the party bus!”

“You rented a whole bus?” You frown in disbelief.

He shrugs. “It’s no big deal. It’s got some food and a karaoke machine...some strobe lights.”

“Isn’t the ride only four hours?”

“I know right.” He shakes his head. “I would’ve taken my helicopter instead if it could only fit ten people.”

Sungjae’s frozen, staring at the bus already blasting with music. In a heartbeat’s silence, he takes off running towards it. “Oh my god!”

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Jimin smiles, eyes crinkling at the young boy.

Sungjae frowns, glaring at him before turning away and making a quiet humming noise. “Do you want some?” Jimin holds out a bag of ketchup chips already half eaten. Sungjae stares down at the bag in contemplation. He’s nervous around strangers and doesn’t want to be rude like you had said but on the other hand, it looks so delicious, calling his name out - “Sungjae. Sungjae.”.

“Thanks.” He mumbles as his hand digs inside.

“Let me have some too!” Jungkook suddenly appears with a huge grin, also delving his fist into the bag and scaring Sungjae shitless, making him flinch while pulling back his hand.

“Hey!” Jin tilts his head back, holding up five plastic bags full of snacks. “Ketchup chips don’t even taste that great! Look what I have!”

Jimin laughs as he continues munching.

“Are you ready?” You bite back a giggle while looking at a very sleepy Yoongi, his hair sticking out in multiple directions and eyes swollen. You reckon he just got up and came over right away, maybe scrambling after he probably slept through the blaring alarm clock.

He hums with a sweet smile before reaching out to grab your hand, wanting nothing more than to hold hands; but he’s recoils, becoming startled at your sudden booming voice-

“Will you let go of him?!” You look down at Sohyun who’s literally wrapped around Yoongi’s leg, pouting and chewing on some gum that Taehyung gave her. She’s a koala bear, hanging onto his pants.

She moves her head and looks straight at you. “No.”

“He can’t even walk!” You frown. “Are you being defiant already? Do you want to go home? We don’t have to go, you know!”

“Ah..don’t yell at her.” Taehyung slides up beside you with pleading eyes. He bends over and lifts Sohyun who’s not struggling, up in his arms with ease as she giggles. “You’re too cute to be scolded! Yes, you are!”

“Taehyung…” You huff out. “She’s not a baby.”

She scrunches her face out and sticks her tongue out. You roll your eyes at the action while Taehyung just laughs like a fool in absolute adoration. You wonder how he can hold her for so long when she’s already so big and heavy. In the meanwhile, Sungjae slowly slides up beside you, slightly wary of the unfamiliar strangers around him.

“So...are we going to get this show on the road?!” Hoseok screeches out and you laugh at his obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. “Let’s get a move on everybody!”

//

Yoongi looks at you longingly from across the bus aisle, ignoring Taehyung’s obnoxious singing and Jin’s squeaky laughter. You’re sitting beside your brother while engaged in some sort of conversation with Namjoon and he can’t help but feel jealous; not for you chit chatting with another male but for not being able to simply talk to you.

He’s sitting beside your younger sister who’s sipping on a juice box; her swinging her legs back and forth. Jimin quite frequently turns around and just stares at her, smiling in a cute way that makes Yoongi’s toes curl together. Yoongi adores your sister, there’s no doubt about that but he’s in distress for not even being able to get much of a word in with you.

It seems like now the tables have turned and he’s the one chasing after you for your attention.

“We’re here!” Jungkook screams, echoing through the whole valley.

There are hills and hills, fields with a dirt road coming in and out. It’s sort of run down with a small town center a few blocks away but in front of you lies a big wooden house, taking on a Japanese style with sliding doors and three steps up the entrance.

Taehyung turns around and waves enthusiastically to the bus driver as he drives off; then he takes off running to the door. “Grandma! Grandpa!”

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Yoongi appears by your side, wiping away his sweat as you laugh.

“We’ve literally been outside for less than three minutes.” You give him an amused expression.

He sighs with a small smile. “You know how I feel about the sun.”

“I do.” You nod before looking onwards. Yoongi reaches out his arm, about to grab your hand and twine his fingers through yours but he meets the empty air when you begin to walk ahead while pulling your luggage. “Let’s go, you two!” You call out to your siblings who hop along behind the other council members. You don’t realize how you’ve let Yoongi in the dust.

“Aigoo! You came already?” An older lady with curly gray hair slides open the door. An older man also adorning silver locks joins her as the two slide on their slippers and step outside.

“Hello.” Everyone bows their head and she smiles.

“Grandma, you remember everyone right?” Taehyung grins. “Oh and this is Y/N and her two siblings!

She looks at you with a look of mischief and curiosity. “Is that so?”

“But she’s not my girlfriend or anything like that.” He pipes up quickly. “She’s with Yoongi.”

“Oh. Oh!” She looks back from you to Yoongi several times and laughs. “They match.”

Your eyes widen, feeling your face flush as suddenly everyone’s turned to the both of you and Yoongi just can’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

“Well, well. There’s no point in standing out here and chit-chatting! Come inside, we just sliced some watermelon!” Taehyung’s grandfather smiles and turns on his heel.

The house, though big, is quickly filled up when there are twelve people. The members split up into two big rooms, Yoongi with Hoseok and Jimin; and Jungkook, Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung in another. You and your siblings move your luggage over into another room but they both disappear, Sohyun eating watermelon and blowing bubbles outside with Jungkook and Taehyung while your brother nervously hangs around Jimin.

You’re staring at the room you’re staying in - the rolled up mattresses and blankets piled in the corner, the straw mats as flooring and the tiny clock on the wall. You move to slide open another door and you’re met with bright, blinding light. You inhale the fresh air that comes kissing your face, eyes adjusting to the blue sky and the endless green fields. There’s a small garden growing off to the side of the stairs and you gaze at it for a second before moving to set your luggage down. After a quick stretch, you plop to the floor to watch the beautiful scenery.

Just then the doors behind you slide open and you turn around, a smile forming at who it is. “Are you not going to go outside?” Yoongi asks as he slides the door closed.

You hum. “Maybe later. But what about you? Isn’t there nothing to do if you don’t go outside?”

“That’s why I’m here now.” He takes a seat next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and you giggle at his unusual affection.

You scoff. “Am I just being used to make you less bored?”

“Hm.” He smiles softly, eyes fluttering. “Maybe.”

You scoff again before the both of you sit in comfortable silence, lingering in each other’s presence. “I guess I’ll go see what Sohyun’s up to and make sure she’s okay. Sungjae’s a bit wary of strangers but Jimin’s nice so I think he’ll be fine. Maybe we’ll head down to the town center like Taehyung said and to the park. I think he said something about kite flying.”

You mindless continue rambling your plans out loud. “Head back to dinner, go to bed and tomorrow we’ll go to the river?”

Yoongi looks up at you with odd innocence. But you know he is anything but innocent. “What about me?”

“What about you?” You frown.

“Well…” He looks down at your hand, supporting your weight as you lean back and he reaches out to hold it. “Don’t you have any plans with me?”

Before you can even hear his finished sentence, a booming voice interrupts and overrides his voice. “Y/N!” Jin’s voice vibrates somewhere in the house, the walls being thin. “Are you going to eat?!”

“Oh, we should go.” You retract your hand, right when he’s about to have it in his grasps and you begin to get up.

“Let’s g-” Your words become high pitched and a strangled yelp leaves your lips as Yoongi suddenly pulls you down.

“Will you stop doing that?!” You shout at him with a deep knot in between your brows as he pins you to the floor. This isn’t the first time he’s pulled you down. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Tell him in a bit.” Yoongi growls close to your ear. Your pupils dilate, breath staggering and you feel your entire body heating up. All simply from one sentence. You’re truly going insane. “Now.” He softly pinches the skin of your thigh, snapping you out of your daze and making yet another yelp leave your lips.

“Y/N?!” Jin calls out to you.

“LATER!” You shout back at him in urgency, ignoring the way your voice cracks and Yoongi smirks.

“Good girl.” He praises.

You roll your eyes. “What do you want?”

He sighs, lips moving into a straight line as he shakes his head in disapproval. “It’s so frustrating how you drive me insane without even knowing.”

“Are you kidding me?!” You laugh in disbelief. “You’re the one that’s always driving me crazy.”

“Guess we just drive each other crazy.” He grins and you cringe at the greasiness.

There’s a slight silence while you both stare at each other; him still on top of you, hands on either side of the head, palms pressed against the straw floor. He’s next to your face, so close that you can see the kaleidoscope patterns in his irises. But his lips are still a good distance away from yours, barely reachable.

“Tell me what’s wrong Yoongi or get off of me.” You choke out in slight worry and exasperation.

“The problem is…” He grunts out before a sigh of defeat leaves his mouth. “Iwanttospendmoretimewithyouisthattoomuchtoaskfor?”

You grin at him, laughing for a moment. “What?”

He pouts, getting off of you and sitting himself up. “Nothing.”

You follow suit, in a seated position beside him with still a grin on your lips. You lightly punch him in the arm and he winces. “Say it again.”

“No.”

You force your lips to turn upside down. “But I swear I thought I heard you say that you...wanted…. to spend more time with me?” You playfully tease and he grimaces.

“You know what? Nevermind.” Right when he’s about to get up, you’re the one this time who pounces on him, pulling him down.

“I don’t think so.” You straddle his lap, holding his shoulders down with a smirk. He frowns, scrunching up his face. You pull on his cheeks until he slaps your hands away. “You’re too cute, prez.”

“What did I say about calling me cute?” He grunts out, displeased but his frown completely loosens when you shift your placement around, accidentally grazing his crotch with your body and against both your clothes.  

You move to lie completely on top of him, planking flat against his body and he pretends to complain. Unlike his words however, he moves to snake his arms around your waist, keeping you in place. You kiss his lips and he moves his head forward, trying to deepen it but is found in dismay when you move away. “Really?” He moans in annoyance.

You giggle before pecking his lips again, over and over again, fleetingly without letting him prolong it which only adds to his annoyance. In vengeance, he grinds against you and your eyes grow wide while a soft moan releases from his lips. Your body heats up even more and you swallow hard, moving into a whisper.

“Yoongi.” You reprimand sharply while worriedly glancing at the door. “We can’t do that here.”

“Why not?” He cocks his head to the side, faking innocence as he bats his eyelashes.

“Because the walls are thin!” You yell at him in a murmur. “And we’re in Taehyung’s grandparents home!”

He smirks. “Guess we’re just going to have to keep quiet then.”

Before any more words can be exchanged, he catches his lips in yours; goosebumps rising as his hand slowly travels past your shirt. The heated moment doesn’t last long though when the door suddenly slides open and you and Yoongi pull away, looking up at Namjoon who’s standing there….not even slightly fazed.

“You know…” The three of you are staring at each other as Namjoon finally speaks up. “...you should really lock the door or put up a sign or something.”

“But don’t let me stop you.” He nods his head. “Continue.”  

Namjoon quietly closes the door, sliding it shut before walking away and you groan in embarrassment, climbing off of your boyfriend. He sighs. “Why do we always get damn interrupted?”

You give him a look with a small laugh as you shake your head. “C’mon let’s go.”

You hold out your hand to him and he finally twines his fingers through yours, the both of you standing and leaving to where everyone else is.

//

“You know…” Jin starts off, drawing the syllables out. “This would be such a nice place to bring my girlfriend.”

Then ten of you are walking down the street during sunset, the heat subsidizing and the sky in beautiful rays of orange hues. “Except I don’t have a girlfriend!!!” He screams out, punching and thrashing the air around him as Jimin laughs. Jin turns to you and Yoongi who are walking side by side.

“What?” You frown.

“I’m jealous.” He says and the both of you scoff together.

“You don’t need a girlfriend when you have me!” Hoseok runs and jumps on Jin’s back. He automatically sways to the side then brings his arms back, piggybacking him.   

“Get off!” He whines.

Sohyun giggles, being carried in Taehyung’s arms and the two are glued together, neither one wanting to let the other go. Sungjae, on the other hand, you’re completely wrong about. When you thought he admired Jimin and wanted to befriend him, he was really just feeling him out. And it seems like Sungjae had found a new target to bully while Jungkook had found a new partner in mischief. The two boys are teasing and bothering Jimin purposely who’s a soft sucker and let’s them, only running to Namjoon for help and trying to hide behind him.

The both of you are behind everyone else and using the opportunity to your advantage - Yoongi slyly catches your hand and holds it. You wonder if he really likes holding hands with you, always find opportunities in doing so. With a flicker of playfulness, you tug him in and he stumbles, caught off guard until you plant a kiss to his lips. He scoffs as you pull away and in revenge, he plants one on your cheek.

Hoseok turns around to see what the whole commotion is all about but is left a tiny bit confused at how the both of you are looking in different directions from each other, wearing complete poker faces. When he turns back around, you secretly kiss Yoongi long enough to make him smile against your lips.

The rain rushes down hard from the sky, pummeling the ground; if you walked outside without an umbrella, for one you wouldn’t be able to see and it would feel like someone’s beating your head. But the endless shower is nice when you’re indoors, listening to the soft thumps on the rooftop and against the glass windows. It’s also soothing to listen to when you’re tucked away in warm blankets with your head on a pillow, ready to drift off to sleep.

“Noona.” Sungjae shakes your arm beside you, flinching as he feels a cold droplet splash against his eye. “Noona…”

“What?” You mutter out tiredly, suddenly feeling a wet patch by your feet. “Did you piss yourself? How old are you, Sungjae?” You whine out.

“No I did not piss myself!” He says angrily, standing up and switching on the light. Sohyun shuffles under her blanket with the sudden brightness. “It’s leaking!” He says, pointing to the ceiling.

“What?” You sit up.

“Our roof is leaking!”

Within a few minutes, everyone is alert and on their feet. You storm out of the room with an umbrella, rushing downstairs to the landlady to have a...few words. With your return, Sungjae comes running.

“How was it?” He asks.

You sigh. “Well….at first she said it wasn’t her problem and then after a long…...talk...she’s going to hire someone to patch the roof up.”

“How long is that going to take?”

There’s a slight silence. “A few days. Two weeks at most.”

Sungjae groans the same thought that runs in your mind. “What are we going to do?”

You step into the room where Sohyun’s sitting. There are five buckets and three pots littered on the floor, all catching the water. She adjusts it so it doesn’t splash outside on the wood. There’s no way for all three of you to eat or sleep with the lack of space unaffected by the roof leakage.

You pull out the budget book and calculator, finding out how the finances will be affected if you move into a motel temporarily. With there being a deficit in the allowances if you did move, you wonder if you can complain to the landlady and let you pay this month’s rent next time. You sigh, scratching your bird’s nest hair as you sit exasperatedly on the floor at midnight, calculating and recalculating, wondering if you can cut down on the month’s groceries.

Sohyun tugs on your sleeve and you look down at her. “Yoongi.”

“No. We’re not going to Yoongi’s.”

Sungjae frowns. “Why not? I mean that sounds like a great idea!” He praises your younger sister and she smiles. “We wouldn’t have to spend a dime and-”

“We’ve already crashed at his house so many times.” You scowl out, feeling frustrated. “You know what? Let’s just go to bed. I’ll figure it out in the morning….maybe we’ll just head to Aunt Eunhye’s for two weeks.”

Sungjae eyes grow as big as saucers, face flushing green in panic but he doesn’t say anything when you stand up. That night Sohyun sleeps between two buckets, Sungjae’s in the bathroom next to the toilet bowl and you’re in the hallway between the door and kitchen cabinets. When morning comes, the rain has become even heavier.

//

After school, you’re alongside Yoongi walking out of the building as he holds a big blue umbrella over your heads. At the entrance, you spot two shorter figures that don’t quite belong with high schoolers; a bumble bee umbrella and a superhero one. That’s when the taller of the two figures turns and greets the both of you with a smile. “Noona! Hyung!”

“What are you doing here?” You glower but he completely ignores you, striding up to your boyfriend as Sohyun splashes puddles behind him.

“Ourhousehasaroofleak.” Sungjae spits out quickly and desperately. “We have nowhere to go.”

“Sungjae!” You sternly call his name and he glances at you in fear.

“Really?” Yoongi turns to you with a frown. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sigh before turning to your siblings, Sohyun who’s stopped playing around when you called your brother’s name. “We do have somewhere to go.”

Sungjae looks like he’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown. “Please. I don’t want to go to Aunt Eunhye’s.”

“Who ever said we were going to Aunt Eunhye’s?”

“You did.” He whimpers. “Last night.”

You sigh again, touching your forehead for a moment and taking a deep breath. “I was tired last night, I didn’t mean what I said. Her house is all the way in the countryside and we have school, why would we go all the way there?”

“So we’re not going to her?” Sungjae grins with a sudden bright glint in his eyes.

“No.” A small smile forms at your lips. “Boy, you really do not like her, huh. We spent a good Christmas holiday with her though….”

Sohyun pops up in front of you, twirling her yellow bumblebee umbrella. “Uncle’s?”

“No. We won’t go to Uncle’s either.”

“Then where are you going?” Yoongi pipes up with concern and confusion.

“Probably to some motel.” You shrug, the four of you beginning to walk down the street.

“Why don’t you just stay with me?”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend. And I work for you. And we’re classmates.” You scoff out of the obviousness of the situation. “I’m not some charity case and your house isn’t some hotel I can crash at for free.”

“I’m not looking at you as some charity case.” He says in complete seriousness, turning to you. “Is it so bad to ask for help sometimes?” You don’t respond, looking ahead to avoid his boring eyes and unwavering gaze. “It’s because I’m your boyfriend that I want to help.”

“Y/N.” Yoongi calls your name so clearly past the rain that you finally stop in your tracks to look at him. Your eyes connect to his and something immediately lodges in your throat, the way his orbs hold sincerity and the bottom of his lip is caught between his teeth. You falter as he takes a short breath, his knuckles turning white from grasping the handle of the blue umbrella. Your chest constricts as he searches your face gently, drawing out at each of your features.

Even with the raindrops’ pitter-patter against the pavement, it’s completely quiet in your ears. It’s almost as if there’s only the two of you standing on the sidewalk, gazing at each other. No one else exists in your time and space. There’s only him. “I lov-”

“So are we staying at his house?” Sungjae turns around when he realized you’ve both stopped walking, not knowing that he’s interrupted.

You tear your gaze away from Yoongi, mind running wild with what he was about to say. “Um…”

“Yes.” He answers, taking your hand and interweaving his fingers between yours. You sigh out before nodding at your brother and he jumps for joy with a huge grin, your sister giggling as he grabs her in a hug. You look at Yoongi with softened eyes and a sweet expression lingers on his face. “And who said it would be for free? You still need to clean for me.” He teases and you scoff lightly.

At that moment you can’t help but feel strangely emotional; overcome with a feeling or rather a deprivation of not relying on anyone but yourself and now suddenly he’s here. You didn’t realize you were so lonely until Yoongi came into your life and now you weren’t alone, strong shoulders present that you could lean on.

You pull him closer as he smiles and never has your heart swelled more.

//

“What is this?” You laugh while unpinning a magnet on his fridge, holding the paper in your hand. “Isn’t this my flower sketch from the Cultural festival?”

He turns around, hand still stirring the pot of sauce. “Hm.”

“Wow….Min Yoongi~” You call his name, pinning back the picture. “You’re so cute.”

You snake your arms around his waist as he stands at the stove, still stirring. He doesn’t respond and you guess it’s from embarrassment. “I really thought the drawing was thrown into the recycling bin.”

“It was a cheap purchase.” He mutters under his breath.

“You bought it?!”

“Well it was an art exhibit.” He sighs. “Will you get off of me? It’s too damn hot with the stove heat.”

You laugh since clearly he just wanted you to stop teasing him about the matter. “You’re really too cute.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But you are.” You dig your face into his shirt, his fabric softener scent lingering in your nose with every inhale. “You’re cute and sweet and kind, even if no one else knows or ever tells you.”   

There’s a slight silence as he stills his hand, a smile on his lips that you don’t see. “What’s wrong with you today?” He pretends to complain but really is lingering in on your back hug and hopes you won’t let go.

//

He sets down four plates of pasta on the table and you all gather around with your siblings, taking your seats. Sungjae is grinning brightly, intensely happy for staying in Yoongi’s abode and not your aunt or uncle’s. Sohyun has her legs swinging back and forth, beaming from head to toe. It seems like Yoongi isn't just bringing you happiness but everyone around you too.

“Delicious!” Sohyun sings out and Yoongi smiles.

“Is it?” He turns to you. “What do you think?”

You hum casually while taking a bite. “It’s not bad.” He scoffs with a smile at your nonchalant response. “You’re improving.” You add.

“So can we play after we’re done?” Sungjae asks.

“Sure.” Yoongi shrugs.

But when the four of you are done, you all fall into a deep food coma. Both of your siblings are already passed out in the sofa armchairs, having waited for Yoongi to finish washing the dishes; which you had insisted on doing but he didn’t let you even get to the sink, butting ahead of you and moving in the way every time you tried to reach from the side.

Your eyelids are fluttering, losing focus and you begin drifting off. The distant sound of the tap water running shuts off, a few footsteps and the television switches off. The drumming of the rain on the glass and soft beats on the roof continues to sooth you; and you suddenly feel warm arms wrapping around your body.

“Are you sleeping?” He whispers the obvious, just to see if you’ll respond or not.

You hum slowly in response and he laughs, hooking his chin on top of your head as he continues to pat your back gently, holding you in his arms. He doesn’t realize that you begin to cry, eyes still closed as droplets escape down your cheeks, marking your skin; overwhelmed with emotions of him and his boundless, tender adoration towards you.

The four of you lie in his living room, chests softly heaving and dreams playing like a film under your eyes as the rain continues to pummel the ground from the sky. You snuggle closer to Yoongi, hoping for eternity and more that he’ll always be by your side.

[jos-corner-of-the-world]

Unexpected  (2)

Part 1 --  Part 1.5 

Instead of going home, you went straight to the studio. You had planned on working out your frustrations the only way you knew how. Dancing.

After verifying with Clara that she would be dropping off Lily in a little while, you set about getting the studio ready for your night classes. Imogen, the Secretary and scheduling coordinator usually set everything up, but you were hoping keeping busy would keep your mind off losing your potential investors.

After everything had been set up, which took about 45 minutes, you walked into your office and changed out of your business clothes.  You put on a pair of leggings, a sports bra, and thrown a large flannel on over it all.

After you’d plugged your phone into the radio equipment, you’d got into position to start on the choreo for Fire.  You knew you needed an intensive workout so you picked the most physical choreography you knew.

You didn’t know how long you replayed the song and danced, tweaking choreo every time.  You had to tweak it because it’s choreography for a group of 7, and you were just one.

You had just finished dancing on more time and when you heard pitter patter of little feet on the hardwood floor.

“Momma!!” you heard from directly behind you.  You wiped the sweat off your face and turned towards your daughter.

“Lily Bug, look at you!! You look so beautiful!” You smiled at your daughter and her new tiara.

“Ms. Clara and I went to another Princess Tea Party at the club Momma! It was so much fun! Ms. Clara bought me this crown because I didn’t bringed mine with me today!” Lily said, stroking her tiara fondly.

“I see that.” you said, smirking at Clara.

“Hey Lily bug, go change into your workout clothes so we can practice some before classes tonight.”

Lily took off running towards your office, while you walked over to Clara.

“How much do I owe you for the tiara?” You asked her.  You didn’t really have the extra money right now, but you didn’t like being given handouts.

“Y/N, how many times have I told you that I’m doing this as much for you as I am for myself.  All of my kids are grown and out of the house and with no grandkids, it’s kind of nice to have the company, and have someone to spoil.”

You had met Clara immediately upon arriving in Chicago.  Her husband was a hot shot realtor and sold you the space where you now house your studio.  He introduced you to his wife, and it was basically family at first sight for all of you.  Clara was the kind hearted mother figure you hadn’t had in a long time, and her husband served as a strong male role model for both yourself and Lily. Being a housewife, Clara had asked to babysit Lily whenever you needed, free of charge.

“Just, next time tell me when you’re taking her to the tea party so she can wear her tiara and you don’t have to buy another one!” you said, hugging Clara.

“Alright dear, I think I can do that.  Lily honey I’ll see you tomorrow morning!” Clara said before leaving.

Lily came running out of the office a few minutes later.  She wore leggings, much like your own, and had a tank top with a loose hanging t-shirt on over it.  You looked at her face and immediately starting laughing.

“Lily, baby, what are you wearing?” you asked, laughing.

“Momma, don’t laugh! How can I rap like Suga or sing like Kookie if I don’t have a microphone?!” She said, pointing towards the headworn microphone.

You laughed a little and shooed her off to pick what song she wanted to dance to.  You were proud of your daughter when you thought about how good she was at dancing.  A lot of the choreography you did with her was BTS, but it was for the slower songs.  She would practice next to you during songs like Fire, or even Exo’s Monster, but her little limbs could only move so fast.

The song “For You” starting streaming through the speakers and you smiled.  This was definitely one of Lily favorites.  You had both worked together in creating alternative moves for the song because there were a lot of lags where when someone was singing, the dancers weren’t moving.

During both Namjoon and Yoongi’s parts, you continued to dance while Lily mumbled the words into her mic while staring at herself in the mirror, adding a little choreo of her own in.

Once it ended, Lily exclaimed how tired she was and went to get a bottle of water.  You laughed at her daughter's antics before switching the music over to Paper Hearts. You took your flannel shirt off and tied it around your waist before going to the middle of the floor.

One of your intermediate students had decided the class should make a contemporary dance to this song. While the dance would be performed at the showcase to Tori Kelley's version, you liked dancing to Jungkooks version more. His tone and accent in the song was much more calming to you.

You were towards the end of the song, and the choreo called for a one handed back flip. Right as you started the flip, you heard your daughter scream from the doorway. Startled, you ended up falling and smacking your chin on the floor.

“Lily, what the hell kid?” You asked, laughing at yourself, still laying on the floor.

“Momma, it's Suga! It's Suga!”

Having thought your daughter finally lost her mind, you turned your head towards the doorway. What you saw had you jumping up in surprise.

Standing behind Lily was all of BTS.

What the actual fuck is happening you thought to yourself.

“Um, well..wow.” You said, picking Lily up as she ran up to you.

“You know who he is, but do you know the rest of us?” Namjoon asked.

You smirked at the guys, knowing Lily was about to blow their minds.

Lily went and stood in front of Jungkook, who was standing on one end of the line.

“You’re Jungkook, but Momma and I call you Kookie.  That’s my momma right there. I'm Lily.” She said, pointing at you over her shoulder, and then to herself. She then moved down the line.

“You’re Tae but people call you V.” She said.  Tae gave her a wide smile and bowed slightly. Lily followed suit.

She continued down the line.

“You’re Jimin, but I watched a video and Tae called you Chim Chim, I think that’s cute.  You’re Namjoon and my momma says you’re the best leader in music.  You’re J-Hope and momma calls you sunshine.  You’re Jin.  You’re really pretty!” Lily said, smiling shyly at him.

“No, you are pretty miss Lily.”

Lily giggled to herself and walked to stand in front of Yoongi.

“You’re Yoongi, but go by the name of Suga.  Momma calls you Yoongs sometimes, but I also hear her tell Imogen that you’re cute.”

“Oh my god, Lily, can you not!?” you asked, face flushing bright red.

“Momma, you said to never lie!” Lily defended.

“Bug, you weren’t asked a question!...Just...nevermind” you said.

Lily took a step back and grabbed your hand.

Namjoon counted down.

“Hello, we are BTS!”

Lily jumped up and down while clapping her hands.

“Can you watch Momma and I dance? I don’t know why you’re here, but since you are can you please watch us?” Lily asked.

“Lily baby, I’m sure they’re busy and don’t have time to watch us dance.” You said, hoping they didn’t feel obligated to watch you guys.

“Of course we have time.  We have no schedules today.” Namjoon said.

You glared at Lily, who just stood there smiling at the guys.  She ran over the stereo and turned it back to For You.  She affixed the microphone on her face and got into formation.  The guys took the seats at the back of the room and watched.  Lily kept watching them in the mirror and peeking behind her as she was dancing.  Throughout the song she become more and more dejected.

Once the song finished  Lily turned towards the guys. Jungkook was laughing along with Tae and Jimin. Lily walked straight up to the trio.

“Why are you laughing at me? Did you not like it? Was we bad?” Lily asked, hurt lacing her voice.

“No! We loved it. We were just laughing because Jungkook said that you could replace Namjoon huyng because you're a better dancer. Also, your movements match Yoongi hyungs very well.” Jimin said, feeling sorry he hurt her feelings.

“Really? You liked it? But if you did, why is Yoongis face all red and he's staring at the floor?” Lily asked.

Upon hearing his name, Yoongis head popped up. He smiled at Lily, looked at you, and immediately looked down again.

You were confused as to what was happening when you heard Lily giggle beside you.

”Momma, I think it's cause you're not wearing a shirt.”

You looked down, horrified. You indeed were still in your sports bra, having tied your flannel around your waist when Lily went to get a water.

As quickly as you could, you untied the shirt from your waist and threw it on your body.

Trying to alleviate your embarrassment any way possible, you asked them what they were doing here.

“Namjoon text me that he met a pretty ARMY today and wanted to come see your dance studio. He said you and your daughter were big fans. I must admit though, I expected you to be quite a bit older.” Jin admitted.

“Hyung! Namjoon hyung says it's impolite to make such statements to a young woman!” Taehyung said.

You had to snicker a little as Tae threw the words at Jin that were used on him this morning.

“But my momma IS old!” Lily exclaimed. “She has two numbers in her age. That makes her old. I only have one number, I'm young.”

All the guys laughed, knowing Lily also considered them old.

“Momma, I need some food.” Lily said suddenly, still standing next to you.

“We should be going. We wanted to stop by and meet you. Your mother told us you're a big fan!” Taehyung said, standing.

“Momma!! You met them and didn't tell me?!” Lily asked, stomping her foot at you.

“Lillian Harper, don't be rude. I met Yoongi, Namjoon, and Tae this morning. I got an autograph for you but I was going to wait until tonight to give it to you.”

“Wait!” Lily exclaimed quickly. “You guys don't have to go! Stay and have lunch with us! Sometimes we order take out and eat in the conference room. There's a karaoke machine and everything.”

“Lily, if they said they had to go, then they have to.”

“Karaoke huh? I could be up for that.” You heard a quiet Yoongi say.  The rest of the guys nodded their head.

Lily, child of mine, why do you hate me? You thought to yourself as you went and grabbed take out menus.

Part 3