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I AM NOT MY BODY NOT MY MIND OR MY BRAIN

Armaros belongs to @krzaku-art!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼!

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂 | you’re the birthday girl and the birthday girl always gets what she wants.

𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 | fluffy smut

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 | daddy!andy barber × bratty birthday girl![black//woc] reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 | 4.5K

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 18+ nsfw! ddlg lifestyle, daddy kink, hint of brattiness, kinda spoiled reader, fingering, slight size kink, ass groping mention, spanking mention, punishment mention, loads of praise, loads of kisses, loads of sweets being consumed, stuffie talk, teasing, there may be a few grammar mistakes

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 | easy living by billie holiday, teddy wilson ♡ dance of the sugar plum fairy by pytor llyich tchaikovsky ♡ babygirl by charli xcx ♡♡♡

𝔀. 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 | this is a little birthday gift for @cloudystevie 💗💘💞 go show some love to the birthday princess cherubs!!! ♡ hope you enjoy this jasmeen darling, happy birthday ♡♡♡

 ♡ long fluttering lashes bat soothingly at the sight of flowing auburn liquid pouring from your teapots spout into your stuffies porcelain tea cup, the drip drop of the last dip before you raise the pale pink tea kettle up.

 ♡ the sweet smell of cakes rising in the oven flows in a curled aroma throughout the kitchen, catching the hints of rich german chocolate and zesty lemon you smile tenderly as you finish pouring all your stuffies cups of tea.

 ♡ this tea party isn’t common like your other tea parties before, your stuffed animals know this as all their plastic glass eyes dash along the various jam puff pastry and chocolate icing treats that rest on rosy designed plates atop lacy doilies which crowd the table.

 ♡ it certainly isn’t like your other tea parties, there's a sparkling trance in the air that grows stronger wherever your angelic presence takes you and it surely captures all their plastic eyes on the extravagant purple silk that adorns the smooth sweet pea lotion that sparkles off every inch of visible strip of skin.

 ♡ a glittering swarovski tiara rests on the crown of your glossy curls that fall in thick abounding ribbons, shining silver gleams with every shift of your head it correlates well with the powdered sugar like snow that falls softly outside and Andy dusting a layer on hot and ready out of the oven blueberry tarts.

 ♡ the expensive headpiece surely was a sight for sore eyes, it brightened the silver stars in your hues when you were caressing the satin like bath wash that smelt of peonies and strawberries, bathing that early morning to get ready for your special day.

 ♡ taking your special time appreciating every hill, bend, curve and dip of your body as a knock struck the door, “is my birthday princess in here?” Andy’s voice rung, pulling your head up in attention you grinned.

 ♡ “she is daddy!” you replied as your lower half swished in the rose petal water, hearing the bathroom door opened and the pad of Andy’s loafers hit the marble bathroom tiles.

 ♡ rippling contentment raptures and allures your bubble bath soaked figure when his bearing body comes into view while you were focused on rubbing your shoulders with your sugar scrub.

 ♡ taking delight in the peachy zest fragrance as you admired your freshly painted acrylic nails you had your daddy help you apply the other night, unaware of Andy’s glorifying glance as he stands looking down at your charismatic care.

 ♡ a white towel wraps your head keeping your hair in place and a light sheet mask rests on your face, bending down on his knees Andy’s hands grab your body sponge before rubbing the planes of your back covered lightly in bubble suds.

♡ “what do you wanna do first today princess? anything you want and anything you need daddy will give it to you,” Andy spoke, his head snaking in the crook of your neck and before you could speak you broke into a fit of giggles as the sponge in his hand intentionally grazed the sensitive skin of your sides while his lips pressed wet kisses on your neck.

♡ “d-daddy stop!” you broke but your seemingly endless giggles kept getting in the way as Andy continued to smile as he kisses your neck while his other hand dipped into the water to tickle your other side. 

 ♡ receiving the reaction he wanted his fingers stop their tickling torment but not before caressing the bubbly skin of your waist and stomach, you only have sight of his wide shoulders as his head continued to trail kisses down your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin here and there.

 ♡ “go on sweetheart, the tickle monsters gone,” Andy smirk against your skin before lifting his head away from your neck and his arms from the bath tub soapy water, shifting your body around causing the water to splash over the railing you sat in place star struck at your daddy’s attire for the day.

  ♡ as much as it tingled the space between your thighs at the sight of him wearing those tight collared polos that drove you crazy beyond control you grinned up at him as you told him of your plans and ideas but Andy’s surprised to find you don’t wanna go out to get more presents.

 ♡ “I thought you wanted to go out princess, what changed? you love going out and getting more presents,” your daddy spoke, causing your eyes to shift shyly away as you took sudden interest in your shiny nails as they gripped the outline of the tubs rim.  

 ♡ “I know you said that you wouldn’t mind but I just want something between you and me, and- and do you know the tea party i’ve been talking about? the one with my stuffies? with the tea and sweets and cakes, may we please do that today daddy?” voice softly bashful and sweet as can be Andy coos down at you after pecking the tip of your nose. 

 ♡ “absolutely princess, how about we have your tea party after lunchtime. how does that sound?” you nodded your head enthusiastically and Andy chuckled, “perfect, what is the birthday princess going to wear?” and of course he’d say that.  

 ♡ the sole reason you weren’t getting out of the tub was because he had to decide which dress you’d wear but before your daddy knocked the bathroom door you already came to a resolution. 

 ♡ pointing to the dresses that are hung on their individual hangers on the towel closet near the bath tub, “i’m going to wear the pink puff sleeved one for brunch and the purple slip for my tea party,” you spoke, watching as Andy got up to grab a towel from the closet then the hanger bearing the pink dress.

 ♡ the dress wasn’t inherently familiar to Andy nor does he remember buying it for you but he had to admit he has bought you loads of dresses, bags or whatever else that made you so stylish and posh to come to a memory of so.

 ♡ instructing him to get which strap heels and what designer bag from your closest you want to go along with the short puffed sleeve dress as you took the sheet mask off your face and washed the citrus sugar scrub then floral bubble wash from your skin. 

 ♡ from the doorframe your unaware stance doesn’t notice the focused observation as your daddy admired and traced every detail of your bare bodice as your hands rubbed the soap from your neck to the undercurve of your breasts.

 ♡ with no sight of bubble suds on your skin you bend over to retrieve the towel on the near stool Andy set for you but before you could reach it Andy’s strong arms wrap around your bare chest, pulling your soaked back into the solidness of his bare chest.

 ♡ you gasp at the contact while his hands take rough handfuls of your breasts as his fingers roll your nipples, his face sneaking back into the crook of your neck as he bite and sucked, not afraid to leave love bites anywhere his lips graced against.

 ♡ “daddy,” you moaned but it’s quickly hushed as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, his other hand leaving your breast to glide slowly down passed your stomach till it found the slick of your needy cunt that erupted more small sweet noises with every dip his fingertips took at teasing your hole.

 ♡ your head throw back, resting on one of Andy's biceps that steady on the tubs rim the hand doesn’t leave from pinching your nipple or groping your tit as his other doesn’t stop tracing figure eights or rubbing the slicked pearl at the peak of your pussy before thrusting a stretching thick finger into your tight hole.

 ♡ “let daddy take care of you princess,” Andy shushed in your ear as your sweet moans and little sighs captured his when another finger pumped into your hole, your grinding hips rippled the water attempting to find the perfect balance that will help you reach the blinding pleasure and spill your euphoria on his fingers.

 ♡ “daddy please! please daddy!” you whispered hopelessly in his ear, your quivering body desperate for his fingers to break the chain tightening in your belly and before you could whine and beg once more as he takes his fingers out your hole your back suddenly arches when three fingers thrust in and out of your weeping cunt.

 ♡ your arched figure has your head falling back more against his bicep till you neck only rests upon it and Andy takes the opportunity to smash his lips to yours, teeth rough to bite your bottom lip you gasp and moan as his tongue enters your mouth just like his fingertips graze the golden spot at the end of your slicked channel.

 ♡ your going to combust, the erotic cocktail of his hot tongue swirling with yours and his thick fingers thrusting and stretching your honeyed pussy is making you see stars even though you have them closed, your hands rise to frame his face, fingers spread to dig into his toffee brown locks as the other relishes the scratch of his beard.

 ♡ its again that he hits the sweet spot his curled fingers graze against that has you whimpering in contrast to his relentless passionate kiss while you rest at the mercy of him and his thick fingers, “daddy p-please, I need to come! please let me come, daddy!” you're able to beg as he lets go of your lips from his.

 ♡ “why should I let you come princess? give me one good reason,” his low voice rumbled as his smirk plasters against the skin behind your ear, making you shiver Andy’s enjoying pushing you passed your limits as well as savoring the immature pout while your forbidden honey slowly coats his knuckles deliciously.

 ♡ “b-because it’s my birthday daddy. i-i’m the birthday princess, your birthday princess,” you whisper as a tear drips off your curls under lashes to your cheek, his chest fills again with an awakening desire to have you crumbling and moaning underneath him. 

 ♡ possessing your lips again you gasp in pleasure when his fingers pump impossibly more continuous as you tug the handfuls of his toffee brown hair in your grip, achieving to pull rough growls from him and to your own satisfaction him scissoring you open while his other fingers your other tit.

 ♡ however we can only have so much of something before we’re washed up on the tide of ecstasy and Andy knows how much the big wave is going to wash over you as your thighs tremble and your moans turn into needy whimpers of barely audible daddys and pleases that do nothing but increase the speed of his fingers and harden his cock.

 ♡ “come on my fingers princess, come for daddy sweet girl,” your grip on his hair tightens as you feel his fingers pull your orgasm closer and closer to the edge, you pull his head away from your neck to just smash your lips against his into a bruising kiss nothing more than teeth, tongue and hot breath.

 ♡ and as Andy guessed the thrashing wave washed over your body as his relentless fingers continuously hit the g spot that had you screaming his name when you came on his fingers, your arched position slipping a bit your daddy’s quick to take care of you.

 ♡ pulling the plug of the tub and rinsing your body again from sweat, Andy washed your sore core with warm water and a hand towel before wrapping your body covered in dew drops and carrying you out of the tub and into your room to dress you.

 ♡ settling you done on the plushy comforter of your shared bed with a quick peck to your lips before he can turn around and grab your body lotion from your vanity, your gripping grasp at his wrist stops him in place.

 ♡ “what wrong princess?” he says but your eyes don’t reach his blue ones, his heart stammers and paces wondering if he did something wrong, bending his knees till he’s face to face with you.

 ♡ “did daddy hurt you when he was trying to make you feel good princess? what’s wrong sweet girl, can you please tell me,” Andy speaks as his hand cups your chin to gently turn your face to meet his bit your eyes look down shyly. 

 ♡ “can I have a bubble bath tonight daddy?” your whispered as your fingers grip the belt loops of Andy’s trousers, his sly smirk not getting too big too tease his little one but still pronounced.

 ♡ “of course dove,” his low voice broke, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your shoulder, your neck then you jaw then finishing on your lips.

 ♡ “with you?” picking his head up from the sweet and floral scent of your shoulder his eyes cascade into yours as your faces are centimeters apart.

 ♡ stricken by the twinkle in your hues and the bountiful soft of your lips your soaked hands creep up his wrists, hitting all the right spots that inspire another pleasurable session to take place between your legs.

 ♡ thick fingers stroke your overstimulated folds, shuddering from the contact you don’t dare dart your eyes away from his gentle ones, “as you wish princess,” 

 ♡ at this time it’s a quarter after lunch, much later than both your enchanted session of touches and kisses you have a small porcelain jar in your hands, the lid set aside you stare down at the perfectly cubed sugar lumps.

 ♡ “how much sugar lumps would you like with your tea mrs. genevieve?” your gleaming glossy lipped smile radiates across the table to your plushed white bunny rabbit who sits atop a stack of books you stole from Andy’s office in order to reach above the table top. 

 ♡ the bunny plushie dressed in her daisy blue sundress, matching sun hat and finishing her outfit with a shiny sapphire bow comfortably around her neck sits next to your other stuffies dressed handsomely and eloquently for the special occasion.

 ♡ they sip from the steaming cups of honeyed herbal tea your daddy prepared specially for them while nibbling on sweets of custard eclairs and fluffy macaroons, heart squeezing in contentment.

 ♡ “four sugar lumps? that’s far too much sugar mrs. genevieve! I am giving you only two! you’ve already had ten cookies! same goes for your husband- yes bartolommeo I am speaking of you-!” 

 ♡ the playfully sternness that possess the softness of your voice makes Andy widely smile to himself as he takes the numerous pans of rising cakes out of the double oven.

 ♡ the older man goofily grins to himself, of course he knows you are imitating him, down to his tone to the scrunch of his brows he would usually have to put you in your place and remind you of your manners but he doesn’t, seemingly enjoying this. 

 ♡ letting you continue to let you discipline the stuffies on their sugar intake while your extended arm swindles a chocolate chip cookie or two in your sneaky grasp from the untouched plate at the other side of the counter.

 ♡ Andy let’s the action slip, it’s your birthday! you’re the birthday girl and the birthday girl can treat herself to as much sweets, gifts, and attention her heart desires.

 ♡ tchaikovsky orchestrated symphony of the nutcracker plays on the amazon echo, every single one of your favorite details you planned for this tea party he partakes in joyously while listening in on his little one playing the perfect hostess.

 ♡ settling the hot pans on the kitchen island, not far away from the table you’re treating all your dressed stuffies to Andy slips off the oven mitts and sets a timer for the cakes to cool down.

 ♡ prepping your favorite fruits to be sliced, jars of frosting and icing to be whipped, melting chocolate to be spread and chopped nuts to be sprinkled Andy seems to know what direction he has for each and every cake. 

 ♡ it was indeed a major saving grace he had a few years of experience in the baking category ever since he started to date you, you were demanding and very high maintenance cause you only wanted the best cause you deserved the best.

 ♡ that’s one of the many things Andy adored about you besides the fact his little princess loves sweets, baked sweets to be more specific and technical.

 ♡  at the very start of their relationship he became accustomed to whisking eggs, sugar, and butter, sifting flour and dry ingredients without making a mess as well as becoming patient for not only your brattiness but the sweets in the oven to.

 ♡ baking was now a favorable hobby of his now and he loved baking, whether or not you watched and helped him with cracking an egg or two or by himself as you attended your big girl responsibilities. 

 ♡ although on this day he devoted himself to not let you raise a single finger, on this day you were truly a princess more than you were any other day and your daddy enjoyed looking over to you.

 ♡ adoring your sweet giggles and honey voice as you remarked back at what your stuffie said as you refilled their cups and snacked on the prepared sweets he completed.

 ♡ “are you enjoying your tea ms. dolores? how about you mr. alfred? I know you two prefer peppermint than sage and chamomile but I had daddy add just enough honey for your liking,” 

 ♡ dazzling eyes flash to the mint green piggie in her flowy gingham skirt and white blouse then the indigo whale in his top hat, of course only you could hear their kind affirmations of agreement.

 ♡ “stupendous! i’ll be enjoying my coffee- no ms. darla you cannot have any coffee! you are too little! the only one who can have coffee is mr. humbert,” 

 ♡ your eyes dashed from the kitten stuffie to the teddy bear with spectacles on his nose and a buttoned up tweed jacket covering his arms and chest, “he has reached the proper age to drink coffee, you all have to wait,” your retort makes Andy’s brow arch in amusement.

 ♡ “and what is the proper age for a stuffie to start drinking coffee?” Andy broke as he bite of a slice of apricot; the tangy citrus nectar coating his tongue he continues cutting the colorful fruits on the platter waiting for your answer.

 ♡ “sixty two,” your answer quick and analyzed, Andy chuckles thankful he isn’t a stuffie who must obey the critical coming-of-age caffeine consumption law.

 ♡ “that’s very old princess, or should I say congresswoman? have you poured elder humbert his coffee?” andy spoke while recounting the cookies on the plate to know how much you’ve already eaten, you haven’t eaten a large portion of the forty cookies but he’s coming more concerned of your caffeine intake as you blurt out a loud reckless giggle.

 ♡ “i've refilled mr. humberts cup four times now! I think he really likes the oat milk,” you grinned up at your daddy as you drank from your porcelain cup, your sparkling eyes never leaving his as Andy playfully squinted at you deviously.

 ♡ “he does now? and exactly how many tea cups of coffee did my little coffee bean drink?” he spoke in his authority tone, placing the batter spatula down as he relished in your childish smirk.

 ♡ “they’re tiny tea cups daddy. why don’t you guess.” your glossy lipped smirk was as tempting and teasing as your purred voice, the purple silk dress made your smooth skin glowy just like the lavish fabric. 

 ♡ Andy couldn’t help but take little peaks here and there as you bend over the table to refill a clinking cup of tea for your stuffies, his longing stare as the hem of the tiny silk dress rose up to your high thighs, inching to catch a glimpse of whatever panties you have on.

 ♡ however with this erotic tension laced interrogation it seems to be losing its stern touch that usually melts you into a puddle of obedience as Andy admires your glowing face then pursue to have get an answer, you can be so distracting when it comes to dishing out punishments.

 ♡ but who wouldn’t be inattentive from the task at hand when the shimmery highlight of your plump cleavage and glittery cheekbones capture the apple of his eyes, as much as your smirk widened as you received all the attention filled glances that fuel the seductive that drips from your lips as the purple silk strap of your dress falls off your shoulder.

 ♡ “well?” your voice broke the silence but before Andy could open his mouth the timer for the cakes went off, you smirked to yourself as you took another sip of your sweetened coffee, saturated with a bit too much oat milk and sugar lumps you shifted to meet your eyes back to your stuffies.

  ♡ “I apologize if I am being a rude hostess but I hope you all have kept this special event going between yourselves. I was busy with daddy talking about some stupid stuff,” you didn’t dare lower or mutter the last bits but vocal them, smirk deviously to yourself as you felt your daddy’s glance at the back of your head.

 ♡ it did nothing but spread the disobedience you craved and the lingering wetness dripping from your cunt, although you played an untouchable poker face as you heard whatever utensil that was in his hand settle down as his footsteps come nearer and nearer.

 ♡ walking around the counter of his baking station to you sitting crossed leg in your cushioned chair making conversation with ms. darla complimenting her pine green and white striped sailors outfit as if you weren’t the one who dressed her.

 ♡ “oh hi daddy!” you beamed, pretending to not see the stern glare in his blue hues or remember misbehaving the minute before but you couldn’t help but deliciously eye the thick muscle of his arms that are crossed over his wide chest.

 ♡ “do you need something daddy?” you stood up on your knees to attempt to come to eye level with the man but you’ve only come face to face with his chest, causing you to tilt your head up for Ari to meet your astral irises laced in faux innocence.

 ♡ Andy’s defeated sigh before bending down to come eye level to you, “princess, listen to me please,” he spoke and your eyes sparked up in attention, loving the sudden embrace of his large hands wrapped yours, making them all warm and toasty as well as making you feel so small. 

 ♡ “I know you really wanted to have this tea party for a long time now, daddy loves making sweets for you and your stuffies but daddy doesn’t want to punish you for any bad behavior. daddy doesn’t want his special angel to cry on her birthday and he doesn’t want you cooped up in a corner at this tea party because you’re doing such a good job playing hostess! can you be my good girl and behave for daddy? can you do that for me princess?” 

 ♡ Andy’s soft voice and soft caress of your hands and cheeks are like magic, as if with each stroke of his thumb against your chin that swiped your glossy lips planted bundles of rose buds in the pit of your belly, growing rapidly within the minute.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can be your good girl! the bestest good girl!” your enthusiasm made him grin, a ray of sunshine clearing the cloudy thoughts of introducing a punishment out of his head.  

 ♡ “i’ll hold you up to those words princess but you’re doing so good now. play nicely with your stuffies while daddy works on decorating your cakes. can you do that for me to princess?”

 ♡ you nodded your head with a content smile, “words please princess,” Andy reminded you.

 ♡ “yes daddy I can do that,” he smiled to himself as you brought your attention back to your stuffies but before he can walk back to his prep station a tug of his trousers pulls him in place looking back down at you to spark in concern when your eyes gloss with neediness.

 ♡ “what do you need princess?” he spoke, hands rising to stroke and pet your hair only but grab that same hand and pull him towards you, murmuring what he assumes to be what you want under your breath. “uh-uh, speak up princess,” 

 ♡ “you didn’t play with me today daddy! can you please play with me for just a few minutes before going back to the cakies?” your pout was like a punch in his gut, a bullet ricocheting through his rib cage, his very kryptonite but he should now these few minutes of daddy little playtime will turn into hours upon hours with you on his lap unaware or purposely ignoring his hard on.

 ♡ “okay princess, but just five minutes! I have two more cakes in the oven and dozen others to decorate for you,” he softly smiled but you smiled so brightly as you picked you off the chair and into his arms before sitting down on the chair himself and settling you on his lap comfortably.

 ♡ “would you like me to refill your cup mr. humbert?” your voice chipped, Andy’s glance falls on the old stuffed bear seemingly passed out on the table cloth, its short snout resting in the toppled over porcelain cup.

 ♡ “I think mr. humbert had a bit to much coffee for today,” Andy spoke but you shook your head as you refilled ms. dolores tea cup, adding her desired sugar lumps after biting into a slice of cake, chocolate and whip cream staining the corners of your lips.

 ♡ “mr. humbert falls asleep all the time, it’s normal. see he’ll wake up right now- mr. humbert wake up!!!” you shouted but the stuffed bear didn’t bulge, “I think mr. humbert had too much coffee daddy,” speaking as if you found that conclusion.

 ♡ Andy chuckles at you, petting your hair and tracing your shiny locks with his fingers while you spoke to mrs. humbert, your body reaching over the crowded table top to reach a plate of macaroons at that opposite side, the sight clouding Andy’s mind of the many other things he’s suppose to do.

 ♡ the helm of your purple slip dress rises past your thighs and as much as Andy wants to grope your ass he doesn’t want to interrupt your conversation or humiliate you in front of your stuffed animals.

♡ yes you had a special rule when it came to touching you inappropriately around your stuffies.

 ♡ however the sight of the lavender silk covering your ass seemed to wrap the plumpness of it perfectly enough that it was impossible to not lift up the thin curtain to run his open palmed hands over your globes, take harsh handfuls and watching the skin of your cheeks bounce with each spank.

 ♡ but he kept your rule in mind but it was becoming more difficult with you wiggling it practically inches away from his face or when you sat back down on his lap and continued to shift and ‘accidently’ grind on his stirring cock.

 ♡ your ass in the sultry silk dress purposefully or accidently shuffling against his tensed loins felt like burning heaven until he came to a sudden flaming question whether or not your wearing anything under under the lavender. 

 ♡  immediately upon that lingering thought filling all his action mechanisms his curious hands creep through the slit of your provocative slip, a slight stickiness  is welcomed against his thick fingers as the sinful honey runs down your thighs and as his fingers keep wandering, your wet pussy.

 ♡ Andy’s cock is hard now, bulging in his expansive trousers that keeps getting teased the plumpness of your ass inches away from his watering mouth, you surely wouldn’t find a retaliation to give him as his fingers creep up to meet your folds. 

 ♡ his wandering hand is under the table, no where near eye level for the glass beady black eyes of your stuffed animals to see but they can however question your flustered stuttering state as his taunting thumb traces figure eights with your slick.

 ♡ “daddy-” you hush but it’s interrupted with a quick slap to your bum, Andy’s smirk widening at the sight of it jiggling along with the fabric, he can’t help but take his thumb covered in your pleasure and take it in his mouth.

 ♡ moaning at the delicious taste of you before grabbing your ass again in rough handfuls, making finger like indents that could possibly bruise your skin you bite your lip in anticipation for another spank until Andy’s large hand hovers over the curves of your hips till he grips your waist.  

 ♡ “keep playing sugarplum, pretend daddy isn’t here playing with your princess parts,” finishing the husky whisper in your ear with a kiss to your cheek, whimpering slightly as one of his hands glide back to the slit of your dress and playful fingers slowly rub your slicked pearl.

 ♡ you don’t argue as you continue to play hostess with your stuffies while trying to survive your daddy’s teasing fingers, attempting to not let a single sound escape your lips or a stutter in your words, hoping your daddy will keep his promise and only play with you for five minutes before going back to the cakies. 

 ♡ yet as you think that unfortunate thought Andy’s finding pleasure of his own, maybe he won’t just play with you for five minutes since he’s infatuated with the cake in front of him. 

 ♡ the older man knows you’ve been wanting him to put you in your place the moment you started acting cocky and who is he to not give it to you?

 ♡ the birthday girl always gets what she wants

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be my baby; 

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Pairings: bucky barnes x camgirl!reader (modern au)

Word count: 1,834

Warning: SMUT. sexy times, cuss words, masturbation, (female & male). MUST BE 18+ 

Summary: you were a camgirl and bucky barnes was your favorite regular client. what happens when you realized you were catching feelings? 

a/n: this one’s written for @candy-and-writing​‘s 1000 followers writing challenge. congrats girl! i chose the prompt “you’re fucking beautiful.” 

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The screen of your laptop lit up, illuminating the dimmed room you were unchaperoned in. The ringing tone reverberated, waiting for you to accept the call, and the familiar face and those sapphire blue eyes emerged.

"Hey there, handsome." You coquettishly whispered.

"Hey, baby. You ready to make daddy feel good tonight?"

"Yes, daddy. I’m always ready for you." You writhed for the man on the screen.

Bucky had been one of your regular clients for three months now and he was irrefutably your favourite. Those hypnotizing blue eyes and that deep gravel voice, especially when he went into the full commanding mode, mandating you to please him; that smug look on his face when he triumphantly made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and the way his gentle words would soothe you afterwards made you wish he was right there in the same room as you instead of being linked by internet access. Sometimes you'd think that you were falling for the man, but the stringent voice in your head would quickly clear those daydreams away saying, "no! you gotta be professional. He probably has a girlfriend or a wife in real life." (and you swear you didn't hear your heart fracturing at the thought)

"Good girl. Always so obedient for daddy, huh?" you nodded. "Now take off that bra and those panties, then lean back and spread your legs wide for me."

"Yes, daddy," you followed his orders; spreading your legs wide, putting each on the sides of your laptop, giving him a full display of your glistening cunt.

"Such a pretty cunt. Now, rub that clit for me, c'mon."

You slowly slid your fingers down from your bare chest, to your belly and then to the spot that he wanted you to touch. You made a circling motion on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes as you let yourself relish the pleasure. You whimpered with your mouth open and bit your lip to suppress it.

"Play with your tits baby." Your other hand move to your breast and you groped the globe and then you pinched the nipple. "Yeah, just like that. God, you're so fucking beautiful." You moaned at the piquant sting, and you rubbed your clit more furiously as you felt yourself getting more soaked. You felt the familiar bubble forming in your abdomen ready to burst in seconds.

"Can I cum daddy, please?" You whined as you kept playing with your breast and fingers nudging the bud.

"Not yet babygirl, now insert two fingers inside that cunt."

You did as he said, and shoved two digits through your tight entrance and you moved them in and out as you felt your fingers getting drenched, the squelching sounds elevated the eroticism in the scene.

"Keep one hand on your sexy tits baby, yeah fuck that cunt for me."

As you shut your eyes once more, trying to focus on stroking the spot that pushes you to the edge every time, you heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, and he pulled down his boxer to his thighs, just enough to let his massive cock spring free.

His fingers circled around his shaft, pumping himself up and down, as he kept his sight fixated on you, watching every movement you make, the way your face contorted in pleasure and your brows furrowed, and euphonious sounds escaping your lips, it riled his cock more and more, getting it as hard and as stiff as a rock.

"Goddamnit, you're so fucking gorgeous." He grunted through his ragged breathing. "Think of my giant cock destroying that cunt, using you like the dirty little slut you are." His words caused shivers cascading your spine, as you envisioned being pinned underneath him with you ass up in the air and your face squeezed to the pillow.

You squirmed as your cries grew an octave higher, picturing his hands wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you vigorously from behind, not giving you any mercy or repose.

"Gonna fuck you until you're braindead until you can't do anything else but beg for my cock to make you cum like a whore." You picked up the pace, shoving your fingers relentlessly and thrashed around on the sheets.

You felt yourself clenching around your own digits, the tightening coil was seconds away into plummeting you into bliss. "Oh god, please, I'm so close daddy, please!" You pleaded through your ragged breathing as you arched your back.

"Beg louder, baby."

"I need to cum now, daddy! Please!" Your heart pounded against your ribcage, a common aftereffect from your sessions with Bucky.

"Attagirl. Cum for me babygirl, show me what a dirty little whore you are for me."

A few more vehement onslaughts and your abdomen convulsed. Your orgasm erupted, clouding your brain with euphoria, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your body shook as your cries echoed on the walls of your room.

Bucky was still running his hand up and down, reaching his own impending climax. He felt his cock twitching and in a few more pumps, he shot out ribbons of his thick load all over his stomach. He growled as he envisioned painting your womb white with his seed, burying himself deep inside you until every last drop was stored.

He threw his head back and cussed in front of the camera. It was truly a magnificent sight. Man, Bucky knew what he signed up for in the first place and that every girl on this website would keep it strictly professional and online but, the number of times he’d fantasized about taking you on a date to a nice restaurant and then bring you home afterwards to fuck you against the bathroom wall or in front of the mirror all night long would easily give you a reason to kick him out or conclude any sexual engagements with him in the future. Bucky was too madly infatuated with you to risk it.

You were the only thing he looked forward to after a long, dull day at work. You had an edge around you that just pulled him in like a magnet, once he had a taste of you, he was addicted. And he hadn’t even physically tasted you yet. God, he could imagine just how sweet you would taste on his tongue. But you were also capable of being the ideal submissive that he desired. Those doe eyes looking at him through the lens and the way you’d bite your lip innocently, teasing him like the devil. It drove him nuts. And he only longed for more.

Bucky always thought that he wasn’t the type to settle down in a relationship but, if he were, you would exactly be the type of girl that could make him change his mind. Sometimes within the one-hour sessions that he had with you, he would tell you about his day and get all the tension of his chest to you and you would be an excellent listener, always paying attention to every word and never failed to making relieve him of the stress. Along the way, you both felt like you had known each other better than most people that you interacted with in real lives.

Was he catching feelings for you? No, no, no, for fuck’s sake, get it together, Barnes! She only saw you as another of her client!

The thought of you exposing every inch of your body to other men and women caused an extreme detestation in him and it was bugging the hell out of him.

“You did good, babygirl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Do you feel good?”

“Absolutely.” His smile was warm, a contrast to the one that would show when he was tormenting you.

“Do you wanna talk about your day, daddy?”

“Nothing new. Just another boring day at the job.”

“Well, at least mine is the complete opposite.” You winked at him.

He chuckled, amused by your witty remark. Then it was quiet for a few seconds.

“Babygirl, I’ve been thinking…”

“Yeah? What is that, daddy?”

“I know I agreed that we’d keep it strictly professional but, goddamnit, I can’t get you out of my mind for the last few months now. And you’re just… God, you’re fucking amazing. So I was wondering, would you like to meet up? I’ll take you on a nice date, and I’ll pick you up wherever you are.”

You were tongue-tied. You’d always thought that Bucky was never interested to see you in person. You always wondered about him, composing fiction in your head, every night before you drift into a deep slumber, based on all the data that he decided to share with you. You always imagined about kissing him, being on your knees for him as you wrapped your lips around his manhood, and using your body like a ragdoll. Because that’s the only place where you could touch him and feel him.

And now here he was, asking you if you were interested in meeting him in person and go on a date with him. You know that when you first applied for this job, you vowed to yourself that you’d keep it strictly professional and that you’d never let your feelings defeat your common sense. But those oaths were disrupted since the day this job introduced you to Bucky.

You couldn’t decide whether you were grateful or woeful for that.

But now you knew that it was the former. Because everything you had dreamt of for the last three months came true and you were bubbling with joy. You were ecstatic, like a girl who had just been asked by her crush to go to prom with him.

“Yes, yes daddy! I wanna go on a date with you.”

“You serious?” His expression was elated.

“Yes! I’d love to know you more, daddy.”

“Oh man, I should’ve been more prepared, so… How about you give me your number and text me your address later? This Saturday, 8 PM. Sounds good?”

“Yes, daddy. It does.”

“Alright. God, I can't fucking wait to see that beautiful face in person… Oh and by the way, you don’t have to call me daddy when we’re not getting each other off, baby. You can call me Bucky. I love to hear the sound of my name rolling off your tongue.”

“Okay, Bucky.”

You exchanged number before you ended the session and you instantly texted your address. What an odd coincidence it is that you both lived in New York. He worked at Wall Street and he reminded you that he was going to be at your front door at 8 PM this Saturday. You were jittery, anticipating for the weekend. You didn’t know if he was going to be as wonderful as he seemed to be in real life or if the date would lead to something more between you, but one thing that you knew for sure was that you certainly needed to shop for a new dress.

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Bully // Changbin

💌 Info: Stray Kids Changbin x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: beginning plot, mentions of master and other pet names, clothed sex, unprotected sex (whoops), blowjob (receiving and giving), facesitting, aftercare ✏️ Word Count: ~3.1k

Your gaze was focused on the television in the corner of the gym while you ran on the treadmill. It had been 10 minutes since you had started running, but after bench pressing and yoga, you were done for the day. You change in the locker room, gather your belongings, and head out of the gym.

You had started working out three months ago. You had already gotten to your goal weight, but being fit was your stretch goal. You wanted to have muscles big enough to assault anyone that stood in your way or made you feel like you weren't enough. Your reflection showed a girl with defined arms, abs, and impressive leg muscles. For once, you felt proud of your body.

Note: I'm not trying to body shame anyone. As someone who has dealt with being overweight and underweight, I would never want someone to feel ashamed of their body. This is just my imagination. Love yourself, babyyyy <3

School was starting next week. It was going to be the first day of your sophomore year of college. You were ready for anything, and more importantly, you were ready to face your long-time bully, Seo Changbin, and his friends.

You've been going to school with Changbin since elementary school, so his harassment was nothing new, but things changed in college when he joined a group of frat boys. Although some of them were nice, most of them piled on insults when Changbin introduced them to you.

You were never really fat, no, but that didn't matter in Changbin's eyes. Body shaming became a regular part of your 8 am class you shared with Changbin and a few of his friends. This summer was your chance to change that.

Although you hate to admit it, Changbin's words had heavily affected your mental health, but you were sick of hating yourself. You promised to become someone intimidating, even in his eyes. You wanted to be feared so no one could hurt you again.

//

It was the big day. You enter your first class promptly at 10 am and take a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. Lucky for you, it was warm that day, so you could wear a sleeveless shirt to show off your newfound biceps. Changbin entered the hall, looked around for anyone he knew, and to your surprise, he took a seat right next to you. You could tell he was prepared with a new agenda of insults, but his evil smirk faded when he noticed your new body.

"Someone was working out, I see," he spoke, looking you up and down, "too bad you're still smaller than me." He lifted one of the sleeves of his shirt to expose his arm, which was marginally larger than yours. You scoffed at him and looked back into your laptop getting ready to take notes.

The class went on without him saying anything. It felt weird not having insults whispered in your ear or gum shoved in your hair, but it was a welcomed new experience. At the end of class, you collected your belongings and began heading out.

You went to Starbucks later in the day, and after you sat down with your coffee, Changbin and his friends walked in. They all passed glances at you, some taking double-takes, and the youngest even pointing at you before his arm being hit down by the freckled one next to him.

They take their seats across the cafe, but Changbin carries his coffee to your table and sits down with you. You refuse to look up from your notes to him, but he nonchalantly pushes down your laptop lid just enough to grab your attention.

"What?" Your tone is stern, but his eyes are warm.

"I just wanted to say, you're hot like this. I like what you've done to yourself."

After years of torment and verbal harassment, this is what he has to say? You're dumbfounded, and just before you have the energy to leap over the table and clobber him like a fly, he holds his hand up. You decide to let him speak before you lunge onto him and show him just what your new body can do.

"I know I've been a dick, some girls would even say a big dick," nice one, Changbin, "but, I'd like to offer an apology." He goes on to list the worst of what he's done, including but not limited to getting a Zhu Zhu pet stuck in your hair, locking you in the shed at recess, getting you stuck in a tiny locker, keying the word Pig into the side of your car, and getting your first boyfriend to break up with you by telling him you cheated. "I'd like to invite you to my party tonight. It's kind of lowkey, so just bring yourself. Dress code is casual."

He hands you a paper with his phone number, and you quickly shove it into your jacket pocket.

"Party starts at 8. See you there?"

"I don't know, I might go. I'll see."

Changbin nods at your statement and walks back to the table with his friends.

This was your chance. Your plan was simple: Get him alone, beat the shit out of him, then dip. You text your roommate that you'd be going to a party, but you had to go shopping first. Not only did you want to beat the shit out of Changbin, but you also wanted to show him what he's been missing.

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With your new, red, bodycon dress and a loose denim jacket, you enter the party. "Lowkey" was not an accurate description at all. There were people everywhere, to the point where even the wallflowers were close to the crowd. You traverse your way to the kitchen, and that's when you see him.

Changbin, beer in hand, was chatting up a girl when he made eye contact with you. You brightly smile at him, an obvious red-herring in your mind. He removes himself from the conversation with the girl and makes his way over to you.

"Need a drink?" On his way over, he grabs a beer from the cooler. Upon his arrival, you snatch the drink out of his hand and start to drink. "I didn't actually expect you to show up, especially not like this." He stares down at your dress and licks his lips. You just sigh and take another sip of your beer.

"Well, my favorite bully invited me to a party, how could I say no?" Your words are lined with sarcasm, and you both giggle lightly at your remark.

"Really? I'm your favorite? I'm honored." He looks down at his hands for a second, and for a second, he frowns in guilt. You can see his mood lower from the easy-going party guy to someone with a heart. "I don't just want you to know me as the guy who's bullied you, though."

He fiddles with his drink, and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your action makes his head spring up to face you. You hadn't noticed this before, but you two were the same height. "If you're not my bully, then who are you?"

His eyes melt into warmth, and you start to feel like that isn't his first drink of the night. "I'm just your classmate Changbin. I want to leave the old me behind this year." His words feel genuine, but you still doubt his intention.

"Hm, classmate Changbin," you repeat his words, "I could get used to that."

"If you don't like me being your classmate, I can think of other things you can call me." His arm swings around to the small of your back and pulls you into his body. Being so close to him, you could smell the liquor on his lips, and although the scent was nauseating, you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

"What else can I call you then, classmate Changbin?" You played innocent, but he knew exactly what you were doing. His arm moves off of your back, and his hand meets yours. He leads you upstairs, and the blur of partygoers seems to whiz by and you're taken to his bedroom.

He locks the door, you are already sitting on the bed waiting for him. You lay back onto the bed, and Changbin takes the opportunity to get on top of you, his body hovering over yours. "You want to know what to call me, princess?"

You didn't mind his pet name for you. "Please tell me what to call you, Changbin."

"I'm not Changbin tonight, I'm your master, and you'll be my toy, okay princess?" Without giving you the chance to answer, his lips collide with yours. Your tongues fight for dominance, but even with your new confidence, he wins. You melt into his touch, and his kisses move from your mouth to your jawline.

Once he gets to your neck, you can tell he's purposefully trying to leave marks on your skin. Your hands move under his shirt, pulling up the fabric and tracing around his abs. He presses his growing bulge into your clothed core. The friction is enough to make you need him.

After all the bullying, this is the last place you expected to be: under his body, begging for more of his touch. Although you want his body, your goal for the night was not lost to you. Even though he was dominant and strong, you had to find a way to top him.

His lips make their way to your collarbones, and after removing your jacket, he slips the straps of your dress down your arms to expose your chest. He eyes your breasts for a second, but you cover your chest with your arms out of embarrassment. Changbin laughs at your shyness.

His hands forcefully grab your wrists and move your arms to your sides. "Don't hide from me, babygirl. I know you want me." His lips move to one of your nipples, and his expert tongue swirls around your hardened bud. You moan lightly, showing to him that he's doing his job well. 

In Changbin's head, he's been waiting for this moment for years. He's always had a soft spot for you. He thought it was cute the way you protested his involvement in your life, and when you got angry from his heckling, your cheeks would turn a bright shade of red. He noticed every detail of your behaviors, and with you as a moaning mess under him, he took mental notes of all of your moans and what you moaned from.

Your hands, still being trapped under his grasp, tightly gripped the bedsheet. Changbin pulled your dress off of you to reveal your body. Although you weren't wearing a bra, the dress was made to support your chest, you had lace panties on just in case Changbin's hot friend was at the party too. (I'll let you all choose who you think his "hot friend" is.)

Changbin sits up on your thighs and takes off his shirt, exposing his defined abs and chest. You were in awe at the vision in front of you, and Changbin ate up your expression as you looked at him. "This is what you've been missing, princess."

He sounded cheesy, but his voice made everything he said make you weak and needy. He leans down onto your body and brings you into another kiss, this time, much messier and desperate. You take your chance to flip him over so your heat is on top of his erection. You take the opportunity to grind against him, earning a deep moan from him.

You escape the kiss, a string of spit keeping you two connected for a second. You put your hands on his chest for support as you grind harder into him. Changbin is wearing tight jeans, so you can tell he's hurting for you to take them off of him.

"Does my master like when I do this?" You smirk at him, and he throws his head back. His hands find their spot on your hips, moving you in sync with him. Although you're both clothed, you feel close to your orgasm, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made you cum without entering you.

"Please fuck me, Y/n." His cocky walls fall as he refers to you by your first name. You've got him right where you want him. You grab his chin and make him keep eye contact with you while you lead down and tear his pants down his legs. His hard member is painfully pressing against his boxers, and you can see the stain of precum already setting.

"Is my master needy for me?" You tease his cock through his boxers, and he bites his lip harshly. "I'll take that as a yes." His breathing is hitched when you pull his underwear down to expose his length. "Don't forget, master, we're at your party. Anyone could walk in and see you unraveling for me."

"Let them see." His words take you off guard. You're shocked he'd want people to know the former "fat girl" can make him weak like this. "Let everyone at this party know I'm your master."

With him feeling strong enough to speak, you surprise him and start sucking his cock, taking his entire length in your mouth at once. His tip grazes the back of your throat almost making you gag. You bob your head on his member, and he's loudly moaning your name and every pet name in the book.

"Ah, princess, you're good at this." His praise makes you blush, a stark contrast to his heinous taunts during school. You take in all of his kind words, even if they're mildly influenced by alcohol.

You feel him twitch in your mouth, and you promptly remove your lips from him before he can shoot his load down your throat. He groans in disappointment, but it's quickly replaced by groans when you lower yourself onto him. With your panties moved to the side, you ride him, taking his cock deep inside your heat. You position yourself just right so he hits your g-spot every time.

His hips raise and lower to meet your pace, and you're brought back to euphoria as you near your orgasm. He fills you up perfectly, and this does not go unnoticed by either of you. Your walls tighten around him, and his cock rhythmically shudders inside you. The stimulation proves to be too much for him as he grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him, holding you still as he releases inside you.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a good girl for your master." You stay still with him inside you for a moment, and you feel the cum drip out of you. He lifts you up and removes himself from you, who still has not reached your orgasm.

"I think you're forgetting something, master." You crawl up to him, lips colliding. He looks confused up to you, but he soon gets the hint. Changbin grabs your thighs and pulls you up to his face.

The feeling of embarrassment and shyness returns as he's faced with your dripping core above him. His tongue attacks your clit, causing you to grab the headboard of his bed and throw your head back in ecstasy. You moan for him loudly, transitioning between "master" and "Changbin", occasionally drifting to "daddy". 

Changbin feels his dominance return as he takes control of your cunt. His tongue unabashedly fucks your pussy while his fingers play with your clit. You're moaning loudly for him, which you're sure is what he wants.

He's just about sure everyone at the party knows you're his. Regardless of the loud music and endless conversations going on downstairs, even the neighboring families can hear your moans, or at least, Changbin hopes so. You, the girl Changbin had long had thoughts of fucking and even dating, was yelling his name as he attacked your cunt with his mouth. It was something straight out of his dreams, and he did often dream of this.

"Cum on my face, princess. Let me taste your release." His hands doubled speed on your clit and his tongue trusted deeper into you. You were a mess for him, and he loved it. You came on his face, your juices dripping down onto his mouth.

You sat on his face, legs shaking, and Changbin pets your thighs while they rested around his head. You couldn't see, but Changbin was smiling wide, having just ruined the girl of his dreams. 

You get off of him and lay by his side. You were skeptical of cuddling with him, but when his large arm moved around your shoulder to pull you in, all your doubts left your head. You cuddled into his chest, and he looked down onto you.

"I'm sorry." Changbin's hard exterior was long gone, and he was, for once, being genuine to you without any jokes or rude remarks.

"I know, you said that earlier."

"I mean it, though." You look up to face him, and the emotion in his eyes makes you hesitantly forgive him. "Stay with me tonight, please?"

You contemplate his words for a minute. The silence is painful to Changbin, his heart losing hope every second that passes. You look out the window, the party still going on outside.

"I'll stay, but first, let's go out and party."

"That's what I was hoping to hear."

Changbin stands up first and collects the disregarded clothing from the pile on the floor. He throws your dress to the corner of his room and hands you one of his shirts. Although you were the same height, his clothes were still larger than yours. He tosses you a pair of sweatpants as well.

You get dressed in his clothes and top it off with the converse you entered in and your denim jacket. He loved to see you in his clothes. You looked cuter than ever before.

"Well, shall we?" You take his hand, and the two of you walk downstairs and re-enter the party. You soon lose each other, both of you going different directions, but as the partygoers exit his house, you meet again.

"Round two?" He holds up two fingers and does a scissoring motion with them which makes you laugh.

"Sure, Binnie, round two." You had never called him his nickname before, but it felt natural. He blushed from your use of his nickname, and he swiftly picks you up and carries you up to his room again.

[adonis-koo]

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,  

Word count: 9.4K

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Tags: dry humping disguised as a lapdance, heavy sub/dom overtones. MC is still thirsting over guk

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Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter present them.

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If there was one thing that stayed consistent in your life, it was the constant theme of you not wanting to do something and somehow still doing it anyways. You were fidgeting at the door of Cherry Bomb regretting ever being born as you fiddled with the black mini skirt you wore, wishing it had been a tad bit longer then it was. 

The cropped bustier top was also a poor choice in hindsight but this was a strip club and you weren’t about to stick out like a sore thumb, even if it was at the cost of your personal comfort.

You had been pacing outside of the door for a good ten minutes, checking your phone again before groaning altogether, his performance would be starting soon and you were positive if you didn’t go in now there was no way in hell you would when he started. Just the idea of him on stage had you red in the face and ready to melt.

Could you seriously face him while he did that? How could anyone have such confidence? Couldn’t he just invite to see him after he performed? Why did you have to watch and then see him?

You almost let out a whine as you stamp your feet, gaining some attention by passing by club goers, making your face all the more red. You must’ve looked like such a dumbass. Forcing yourself to swallow hard before forcing your feet towards the club, opening the door before letting the neon lit atmosphere sweep you away.

You had never been clubbing on your own, let alone something as scandalous as a strip club. But Korea still had strict laws when it came to prostituation and naturally, stripping went hand in hand, that didn’t stripping illegal obviously. But you were well aware it was still more conservative here. Or at least at Cherry Bomb. If dicks were whipped out it would be a cold day in hell before you ever stepped foot in this strip club.

It was an insanely crowded night in Cherry Bomb and there was barely in tables open and most single seats taken, there was no way all of these girls could be here for Jungkook, right? That’s when you noticed workers on the floor, Hoseok being one of them sitting at a table of five women, smiling brightly as he eagerly talked to them all. There were a few other workers as well but you didn’t recognize them.

The first place you had went though, was the bar. You’d need something strong to survive this performance and then be able to form a decent conversation with Jungkook afterwards. Your stomach was already working up a nasty pit and you felt extremely nauseous despite having not ate before coming. The only solution you could pray would work is a mixed whiskey.

“Damn he’s determined I’ll give him that.” Taehyung spotted you with a laugh as you groaned, sitting down on the bar stool as you pressed your hands against your face. Both in embarrassment and exasperation, “Want something to drink?”

“Coke and whiskey please.” You almost pleaded with a pout, red cheeks and all as you rubbed your eyes with another sigh making him laugh. He went to work deftly on your drink, his speed and delicacy almost mesmerizing and just enough of a distraction to keep you from thinking about what you were about to witness.

How did girls come here to destress? You had never felt so stressed in your life because of this place, “Is this Jungkook’s muse?”

Your head shot up to the sound of a more gravelly voice as you furrowed your brows, the other bartender had made his way over with an amused look as Taehyung laughed, handing you your drink as he answered, “Yeah that’s her.”

His muse? Your face was already hot as it was, did they really have to go around and say that too?

“Oh wow you weren’t kidding, she’s completely out red.” The other bartender snorted out a laugh at your endearingly embarrassed face, furthering as you groaned. Why did god torment you like this?

“This is Yoongi,” Taehyung waved a hand towards him as he laughed along with him, “If you end up taking the job you’ll get acquainted with us quickly.”

You feel the uneasiness taking over your body as you set your drink down. Everyone seemed to be really sold on you taking the job. Did they really think you could do it? You pressed your lips together as you glanced between them hesitantly before sighing altogether, “Does he really think I can do it?”

Taehyung gave you a sympathetic smile as he plucked the cup up from beside you, pouring out it’s contents in the sink as he began washing it, “Look, I’ve known Jungkook since he was a trainee, he’s never took on a trainee of his own before, so if he says you can...Well I'd be willing to bet he’s onto something.”

Despite his words you still had a hard time believing it. You said no more as you grabbed your drink, swiveling around in your chair to face the stage again, letting Taehyung’s words linger in your mind. He had never took on a trainee before? You weren’t going to pretend you knew a single thing on how the strip industry worked and how strippers were trained. In fact, you didn’t even realize they took on trainee’s but you supposed it made sense.

Taehyung made it sound like a big deal that he had choose you, you didn’t understand why outside of him being the main attraction here but you’d just have to go on his word for now. Standing up you began to look for a seat as the lights dimmed. His show should be starting any minute now.

Spotting an empty table more towards the back you made your way over, setting your glass down as you fiddled with you skirt. Sitting down in the plush seat as you continued to wiggle to try and get comfortable, but no matter how much you moved your nerves were too on edge to be truly relaxed.

Your stomach had instantly dropped into a pit when the stage relit and thats when you saw him, and just like the previous month, Jungkook had been clad in a white button up and slacks, his tie already loose and hair styled, he practically dripped with sex appeal. The music had already started up but he hadn’t moved, all eyes on him with bated breath.

All it took was one smirk and the screams of the girls in the crowd heightened, he owned this stage and he knew it. His movement was so smooth and captivating as he began the routine, or was it all freeform?

You weren’t sure, but what you did know was the way his body moved so sensually, the way those long nimble fingers glided against the buttons of his shirt. Your face was hot red and it was difficult to not look away at this point.

Jungkook wasn’t in any hurry though despite the roar of the crowd, that amused, sultry smirk on his face clearly eating up every reaction from the crowd. His eyes though...that’s what caught your attention the most, they looked like they were sweeping the crowd in search of something.

It didn’t disrupt his performance though as he finally let the button up drop from his shoulders.

His chiseled upperbody on display, that slim waist complimenting his broad, muscular shoulders that would’ve felt so good stretching against.

Your hands almost slapped your face in horror at the idea that had so rudely popped into your head, but once it was there you couldn’t get it to leave. The idea of being underneath him. You’d be squirming to close your thighs from the pure embarrassment, but he wouldn’t let you....Groaning you sank further into your seat, face burning up at the idea and your face wasn’t the only thing hot and bothered now. 

His hand’s, fuck his hands...they had just popped the button of his slacks, were they warm at the moment? Would he have a tight grip on your thighs while prying them open?

You tightly crossed your legs at the idea as you grabbed your glass, knocking back a large mouthful as your throat burned from the twinge of vanilla that had tinged the whiskey.

Your head beginning to feel a little lighter and less embarrassed but your mind was beginning to fog and thoughts of Jungkook in less than appropriate ways began to invade your thoughts. Seeing him push down his slacks though made your eyes wide and that’s when you realized what he had been looking for in the crowd. You.

You had only met his eyes briefly before they dropped to the ground, your mind sobering as you almost let out a whine.

Why? Why? Why? Did you have to be like this? Your thighs kept rubbing together in need of friction though and your mind was still spiraling at the briefest glance of those thick thighs, you could almost feel his hot skin against your core, how wet you’d be riding those taut thick muscles. Fuck.

You weren’t sure when he had gotten off stage, but seeing those thighs right in front of you had you panicking. Jungkook had gave you the worlds biggest smirk, drinking up those red cheeks and your flustered eyes as he made himself comfortable against your hips. Rolling into yours agonizingly slow as you squirmed beneath him, “Like that babygirl? I saw you working yourself up from the stage.”

You almost strangled out a whimper at his words, your knuckles were beginning to turn white at the feeling of his hardened length strapped tight in the confines of his Calvin Klein’s rubbing hard against your thigh, “What were you thinking in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

“I-is this how you were gonna convince me?” You managed to fumble out, trying to keep his husky voice from invading your mind further while struggling to keep your hips from needily bucking into his.

You could hear him laugh against your ear, his voice like liquid velvet, smooth and deep as he murmured, “No actually, but fuck. You look too cute sitting here like a good little girl ready to get on your knees for me.”

Your hands shot to your face, covering your eyes as best you could despite your body temperature flaring at his words, you had never even heard someone come close to talking so much filth in your ear. Having it slam dunk it self so abruptly on you had you reeling and Jungkook laughing again at your expression, “Fuck- is this at least working to convince you?”

“No.”

“I figured as much,” Jungkook flashed a smug grin at your figure, giving one last thrust to your hips, his length hitting against your sensitive clit making you breath out an embarrassing squeak, “Meet me in my dressing room okay? We’ll talk there.”

It wasn’t until he got off you that you were able to breath properly, sighing in relief as he made his way to collect the money on stage before heading towards the staff door. Oh my god. You grabbed your glass before harshly chugging the rest.

You’d need it for whatever happened through that door, your body was hot and embarrassingly wet and he had barely even did anything. Maybe taking this job wasn’t a good idea. You shuffled in your seat for a moment, debating on just calling it a day and going home.

But it had took you so long to work up the courage to come into the club, it would be a waste to not at least get the full rundown on what stripping would ensue. And you’d be lying to say you weren’t interested…curious in Jungkook. You facepalmed in shame, images of your boyfriend running through your mind, you loved Hanjae….right? You gnawed on your lower lip before standing up. He’d kill you if he ever found out you stepped foot into Cherry Bomb on your own, let alone for the proposition of becoming a stripper yourself.

One step became two and eventually you found yourself reluctantly pushing the staff door open to see a flurry of people. Strippers to be exact, running around half dressed or getting dressed while making their way to and fro. You fidgeted for a moment unsure of where to go in the maze of hallways. Where would Jungkook’s dressing room be in all of this?

Noticing two of the workers talking animatedly you timidly walked over, coughing a little to gain their attention as you asked meekly, “Um...I’m looking for Jungkook…”

They both shared looks before you got the quick impression that your presence was unwanted, the one on the right rolling her eyes before they narrowed into a pointed glare, “Clients aren’t allowed back here princess. What are you an airhead?” Your lips parted in surprise at how rudely she scoffed before waving her hand, “Y’know what? Whatever, probably just one of his daily deepthroat sessions- down the hall make a right and go all the way down, his is the last door on the left.”

You nodded before quickly lowering your gaze, a daily deepthroat session? Your lips quivered slightly before forcing yourself to keep going. Trying to ignore the stares you received as you followed the workers directions. The plaque on the door let you know this must’ve been his dressing room, labelled ‘Jeon Jungkook’

Your hand was shaky but you forced it to rap against the door before fidgeting once more, he didn’t lure you here just to shove his dick down your throat, right?

Thoughts raced through your mind left and right as your nervousness began to take over, just as you were about to bail the door opened to reveal Jungkook, a million dollar smile on his face at the sight of you, “Good to see I didn’t scare you off babygirl, come in.”

He signaled you in while stepping back. You gave a small sigh of relief to see he had meanwhile changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt, his hair looked rather wet and messy from running his hand through it but at least he was fully dressed. Swallowing you stepped in with a nervous smile as you shut the door, “You almost did.”

Jungkook turned over his shoulder, a cocky smile placing on his lips as he raised his brows, letting out a hum as he asked, “Then why are you here? Hm?”

Why were you here? You knew it was just a teasing comment, but you had thought about his words for a moment because honestly, you didn’t know yourself. Wrapping your arms around yourself you glanced away from him before shrugging reserved, “Well I dropped my old job a few weeks ago and bills won’t pay themselves…”

“Yeah but anyone who actually goes into this business thinking they’re gonna get rich is a dumbass,” Jungkook replied promptly, stepping closer as he peered down at you, “And correct me if I’m wrong but- you don’t look like someone with that ideal in mind.”

Rubbing the back of your neck you began to feel your face, that had onced calmed down, begin to flair again as you sighed, looking back towards him as your lips threatened to tilt into an apprehensive frown. He was right, you didn’t want this job because you thought you’d get rich, “...Do you really think I’d be a good stripper?” You wanted the job because for the first time in your life, someone saw sexual worth in you. And it wasn’t just sexual worth, it was worthy enough to put time and effort into, something no one in your life had ever truly done.

You were drawn to him in that aspect, it felt like Jungkook could help cultivate some much needed confidence that you knew you lacked. You were standing in this room because you wanted to see for yourself, if he was actually right. If you could actually be desirable enough, confident enough to become a successful stripper.

“I think you’d be a hell of a stripper.” Jungkook leaned in, his voice quieter, huskier as he answered his eyes burning with fact that you didn’t dare debate. Backing off he stepped back before shrugging, “But that’s if you’re willing to learn. I’m an upfront guy Y/n I’m sure you figured that much out, so I’m gonna be honest with you.” Jungkook sat down in his pulled out chair at his vanity table, legs spread comfortably as he continued, “I’m not gonna go easy on you, I don’t deal with divas, slackers or smart asses. No exceptions. I don’t like my time wasted so if you aren’t in this one hundred percent its not gonna work.”

You nibbled against your lower lip in thought before frowning, you had expected as much. Given all the talk around Jungkook it had to be part of the explanation on why he didn’t do trainee’s, and being a dance major in college had given you surprisingly tough skin when it came to actual work.

It wasn’t that you’d give him any problems in that realm, you had only one hesitation, one you couldn’t sign those papers without being answered, “Why me?” you finally threw up your hands with a huff, looking him directly in the eyes, feeling somewhat fed up for reasons unknown as you repeated, “Why me? Out of all the girls, you and I both know there was plenty more than capable of working with you.”

Jungkook lifted his chin slightly, as if taking your challenge as he stood up again stepping towards you, ultimately making you shrink back slightly at his tall height, licking his plump lips as he curved a brow, “Because I only take who I think have potential to become the best. Anything else isn’t worth my time. Yeah they were good, but they aren’t going to go anywhere Y/n,” he gave a short incredulous laugh, “They aren’t gonna become soloists, or gain Cherry Bomb any profit. They won’t actually make a name for themselves. But you? Sweetheart you have the ability for that and then some,” Jungkook pressed his lips together before concluding, “If you can’t trust yourself, trust me.”

It was quiet for a moment as you both stared at each other. Wordlessly you broke his intense gaze before sighing, you weren’t sure what it was about him. But you wanted to believe him, his eyes were so bright and they burned so deeply almost pleading for you to just take the leap of faith in him, in a stranger and fall into this strange life, “...Okay…”

...

That was how you found yourself sitting on the couch, the contract papers set out on the coffee table and a pen in hand as Jungkook eagerly peered over your shoulder, jumping in anytime you had a question and freely talking and explaining the whole time as you filled it out, “Does everyone start out as a trainee?”

“Yeah pretty much,” Jungkook nodded, leaning back in his seat as he hummed, “Unless they have previous experience in stripping, if that was the case we’d set them up as a filler- the girls who dance between soloist shows. But Cherry Bomb is open to trainee’s so we usually get workers without any background.”

He was, at the very least, extremely informed on how things worked in Cherry Bomb and you couldn’t say you were surprised when he was its main show. But you were still grateful, if Jungkook was going to be mentoring you, you were glad it was him. You both seemed to naturally get along really well outside of all the sexual innuendos he made sure to stick into the conversation.

“Then what’s the difference between a trainee and a filler?” You turned towards him with furrowed confused brows, didn’t everyone dance regardless? Or was that not how that worked?

Jungkook laughed at your expression as he replied, “Well filler’s actually dance. Trainee’s are usually started out with just working on form, choreography, sensuality, and of course the stripping aspect. If you aren’t comfortable in front of your coworkers, your not gonna be comfortable in front of a crowd.”

You had already turned back to the contract, signing down for direct deposit on a weekly check as you hummed to signal you were still listening. Going down to the next line is when you paused, cheeks began to glow as you sighed, facepalming which gained his attention, “What’s up baby?”

“Why is contraceptives on the contract form?” You glowered in embarrassment as you peaked out from your covered face, only to see Jungkook snorting out a laugh as you groaned. Burying yourself back in your hands as he grabbed the paper from the table.

Reading over the line before answering, “Well it’s pretty well known even though prostitution is illegal that doesn’t stop a lot of strip workers from using it as a side hustle. We don’t really want any pregnancies or possibility a lawsuit on our hands if one of the girls got knocked up. You don’t have to be on birth control if it’s for medical purposes, but generally that’s the policy for the girls to just avoid that mess altogether.”

“Oh so you can just knock up whoever you want and get away with it.” You huffed rolling your eyes before snatching the paper back from him, setting it down on the table once more as you gave your signature on taking birth control before writing off further that you were already on it and what you used.

“By definition yeah but I’m pretty sure Sejin would kill us if he found out any of the male strippers got a girl pregnant from the job,” Jungkook leaned back in his seat again as answered, a smirk tugging on his lips as he continued, “My motto: keep it wrapped and you won't get your neck snapped. Cherry Bomb is extremely picky on making sure safe sex is a thing at all times whether it’s between the workers or with clients.”

He started cackling though when you facepalmed, you were really in a strippers dressing room, signing a paper to be mentored under this guy. Hell really must’ve froze over. Flipping over to the next page, “They’re thorough I’ll give them that.” You replied before finishing up the paperwork.

Leaning back in your seat finally as you handed the contract over to Jungkook as you hummed, “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow first thing in the morning,” Jungkook chirped as he stood up, briefly glancing over to make sure you hadn’t left anything out, “Oh give me your phone so I can put my number in, I’ll text you the schedule when I get off work tonight.”

Nodding you unlocked your phone before handing it over to him, watching him furrow his brows slightly as he typed in his phone number, handing it back over to you once he had finished, “Oh shouldn’t I give you mine?” You remembered before asking, it wasn’t that you hated texting first, it just felt a little awkward, or did it?

“Oh your friend already gave me it.” Jungkook replied dismissively as your expression dropped for two reasons, the first being holy shit you hoped Seulgi had got the job and two, she gave him your number? Why didn’t she tell you?

“She did…?” You murmured out with a frown.

Jungkook shrugged before setting your contract down on his vanity, “Well....I mean technically I asked her for it at the audition since you were on the phone, but it was strictly for professional purposes at first.”

“At first.” You qouted, unable to keep that amused smile off your face at his sheepish expression, “What were you gonna do with it if I hadn't said yes to meeting you here?”

It was Jungkook’s turn to smile, cocky and confident as he leaned down slightly while replying, “Well then I would’ve settled on just asking you out, but congrats baby, you get to see me daily now.”

You cocked your head away from him, the pouty glare covering your expression as you felt your face heat up at his words. He really thought he could get into your pants that easily, and he was one hundred percent correct but, boyfriend.

Fuck boyfriend! What were you gonna do with Hanjae? You couldn’t just tell him you accidentally became a stripper, “What’s up baby? Why the stressed look?” Jungkook’s expression had instantly shifted into one of concern as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Well….” You glanced away from him, taking a hesitant step back making him frown, “...I just...don’t know how to break my new job to my boyfriend…”

“Boyfriend?” Jungkook hadn’t meant to let the scoff escape his lips, making you raise your brows with the wrong idea as he asked, “You have a boyfriend?”

“Is that difficult to believe?” You curled away with unappreciative look, you didn’t fare well to people assuming so much about you. No matter how good looking he was, you were admittedly sensitive to judgement, which you supposed went hand in hand with your lack of confidence.

Jungkook's pupils dilated slightly as if realizing his mistake, quickly shaking his head as he gave a slight cough, “No! I’m actually not surprised at all,” You noticed his eyes seemed to dim a little at his own words as he continued, “You just never mentioned a boyfriend before.”

“Well yeah... but this is also the first time I’ve gotten to properly talk to you,” You hummed out, crossing your arms defensively at his words. He was right though, you could’ve cut him off even at the audition, maybe even before that when you first met if you wanted to go the extra mile.

But you hadn’t and admittedly...you didn’t really want to tell him. Guilt gnawed in your stomach at the idea and briefly it made you wonder why you were in a relationship if you couldn’t proudly flaunt it.

There was a quiet tense moment though you were struggling to figure out where the tension was coming from, it wasn’t based sexually. Jungkook cleared his throat as he glanced away from you, expression unreadable before it bounced back to a more familiar one, “Anyways...just tell him you work nightshift at retail, it usually does the trick. Bigger question, why does it matter?”

You almost sputtered a laugh at his question, raising your own brows as you answered, “Why does it matter? He’s my boyfriend, he didn’t even want me going to the audition for Cherry Bomb let alone becoming a stripper here. Of course it matters. What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t mind his girlfriend being a stripper?”

“Well I mean…” Jungkook pressed his lips together as he trailed off, making a point to not continue his sentence at your unappreciative glare.

Would Jungkook not care? Of course he wouldn’t, not when he was also a stripper. That didn’t matter though, Hanjae wasn’t a stripper and he definitely wouldn’t be a fan of you being a stripper, “Like I said, night shift always does the trick.”

“And that actually works?” You curved a brow expectantly as you crossed your arms. Did people actually believe it that easily? It wasn’t like you’d go around telling people where you worked all the time, but it was going to come up in conversation with friends and family...family, oh god. Oh god your family. What were you gonna tell them?

“No...well yes but no. I doubt anyone believes it but nobody is gonna question you about it.” Jungkook shrugged while walking over to his vanity, glancing at the clock on the wall briefly as he grabbed what looked to be a change of clothes, “Trust me baby it’ll be fine- and if your boyfriend really gives you a problem about it, just tell me, I’ll sort it out. Anyway’s I have a few more performances before I head home, you’re gonna stay right?”

You were reeling from so many different changes in his voice, first of all, why would you go to him if your boyfriend gave you a problem? And furthermore that was sending you all kinds of different mixed signals, both from him and yourself.

You didn’t want to ask, and he probably wouldn’t tell, so you decided to just focus on the easiest part of his reply, “So you can dry hump me again?”

Not the best response…

“Oh, like you didn’t enjoy it.” Jungkook’s voice deepened as he stepped closer, a smirk coiled on his lips and his eyes already glazing with lust, “I heard those little needy whimpers babygirl,” you swallowed thickly, feeling your body pang with heat you knew you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself, “Hope that boyfriend of yours can take care of such a good little girl, I know I would.”

You watched him lick his lips feverishly and you knew all sorts of thoughts were running through his mind. But his words effectively on their own were what made you finally crumble, pressing your hands into your red, flustered face. Unable to even look at him.

Your body was too hot and your mind beginning to become too fuzzy to stay any longer without things getting out of hand, “...I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It was all you could mutter out from underneath your hands as you heard him laugh.

“See you in the morning babygirl.”

----

What kind of establishment made their workers arrive at 7AM when they had just clocked out fewer hours before? Was this secretly some sort of sadistic cult?

Did they enjoy depriving their dancers of sleep? How did Jungkook stay so chipper on such little sleep?

You were groaning with a coffee in hand and dance bag on shoulder as you sluggishly walked up to the familiar doors of Cherry Bomb, it was closed except for all the life of the workers inside. The large crowd of, what you assumed, must’ve been the fillers Jungkook was talking about in the main room.

Plenty sprawled out on the floor while some were up on staging rehearsing.

You had texted Seulgi the night before, asking if she ever got a call. Mainly for your own sake because if you had landed this and she hadn’t...you didn’t even want to think about it, But furthermore there was no telling what hellfire she’d endure if you had to do this alone. Luckily she did in fact get the call, but it made you wonder. Why hadn’t she told you?

You decided to not give it any more thought then a brief wonder, Seulgi on the other hand seemed shocked that you had actually signed the contract.

Biting your lip you sighed, you supposed it was out of character for you to be doing this but...there was something so reassuring about Jungkook, you couldn’t really place why you decided to trust him.

He just seemed so genuine in his desire for you to succeed, it almost made you feel the need to be cautious, nobody was that genuine, right?

You stepped further inside despite the blaring sound from the speakers, a few of the dancers using the vacant poles to grind against.

You had come fifteen minutes early mainly due to the fact that you weren’t sure what protocol was for stripping, there was a saying in the dance industry though, that if you were on time, you were late.

You had always followed that rule, constantly making sure to arrive early to get warmed up. Albeit this wasn’t for dancing, at least not what you were used too.

What did training really mean though? Jungkook had explained briefly the night before but he didn’t dive into it all that much.

“You’re early.” You jumped at the voice that was beginning to become familiar as you snapped around to see Jungkook leaned against the bar counter from the other side, a can of soda in hand.

Who the fuck drank soda this early in the morning? Your stomach was beginning to churn at just the idea of the bubbly, sugar ridden substance in his hand, “Good, take a seat we have a few things to go over before we start.”

Jungkook gestured a hand towards the seat that sat across from where he stood, shrugging you did as told before raising a brow, “Whats up?” he did cover quite a few basics with you the night before, but you supposed just as you were beginning to find out, stripping was a lot more complicated than you anticipated.

“Well lets go over your work schedule first, you aren’t actually going to be put on the stage until this coming Saturday, so we have a whole week until then. There’s two jobs as a stripper, you’re either on stage or you’re working the floor entertaining clients. That’s what you’ll be doing until Saturday. Since you’re a trainee you’ll be accompanying me the first week until you get the hang of it.” Jungkook began to explain, running a hand through his hair as he took another drink from his can.

It felt weird seeing him in such a casual state after last night, the sweatpants he adorned similar but his white shirt was big, fitting more around his shoulders before loosening at his waist, his hair messy like he had just rolled out of bed. In fact. He probably had and you couldn’t blame him.

“What do you mean entertaining? How does that work?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. You supposed it made sense, at least it explained seeing some of the workers out in the crowd sitting with the clients that was. But what purpose did it serve?

Jungkook couldn’t help but give an amused smile at your words, “Talk to them, make conversation, it’s a good way to build a name for yourself in the beginning. If people like you, they’ll come back to see you again. It’s like the connection builder for strippers. If people are bored of what’s on stage we come in, sit down with them and give them something to drool over. Helps crowd control and keeping things alive, not to mention if a soloist is working the floor, lots of people come just in hopes of getting to talk to us. You mentioned you have a hard time with people so you’ll stay with me the first few days when I work the floor, it’ll help keep pressure off of you until you get the hang of it.”

Biting against your lower lip you gave a hum as you leaned down to rest your chin against your hand, how much thought had he put into this in so little time? Regardless you were thankful for it, you weren’t going to lie in saying you wouldn’t be nervous, even working the floor seemed intimidating but at least he’d be with you to give you pointers.

“That being said,” Jungkook paused before glancing out over the main floor before continuing, “You’ll be put more on the floor in the beginning then on stage. Solo shows, all the money and recognition, you don’t get any of that right now so don’t let that pretty little head get ahead of itself okay? You’re what the fillers call…” Jungkook sighed before rolling his eyes, “A bottom feeder. You’re taking scraps at the moment and I’m gonna warn you, everyone is gonna give you shit for it. Right now you have to prove yourself and it’s not gonna be easy. The fillers are going to be especially brutal on you, so just ignore them.”

His words were beginning to stress you out, everyone was going to put you through the grinder just because you were new? You got it in a way, it was like that in the dance world but even then, it wasn’t that harsh.

Why was everyone so cold here? You understood business was business but still, “Hey,” Jungkook gave a hushed coo at your stressed expression, you jolted at the feeling of his warm, larger hand folding into yours to bring you out of your thoughts as he lifted it up, squeezing it gently as he hummed, “Don’t worry about it okay baby? Like I said before, if you work with me you won’t have a problem proving yourself here, just you wait.”

Your lips quivered slightly, threatening to frown as you glanced at him sullen before you let your eyes flickering to your hand, his fingers tangling into yours. The pads of his fingertips and palms were calloused making you wonder, did he dabble in pole dancing too?

Was it from an instrument he played in his off time? His fingers were much longer than yours, and much warmer. But it wasn’t heat, it was like electricity shooting through your skin at every little movement of his fingers against yours. His touch felt so familiar for a stranger it almost made you feel intimidated.

“Okay…” You murmured finally, letting your fingers slip from his as you pulled away, unsure if you were comfortable with such an intimate gesture. But it really wasn’t intimate at all, it was just Jungkook, making it feel that way. What a weird sensation.

“Now that we have that out of the way, there’s one last thing we have to talk about,” Jungkook���s expression hardened a little making you nervous, he looked more serious than before, “I know we just met and it’s asking a lot, but it’s extremely important that you trust me completely, as your mentor It’s my job to make sure you’re prepared to step into the world of stripping, that your safe and comfortable at all times with whatever we’re doing. I get it, this is new, it’s scary, but that’s what I’m here for. If someone bothers you, if a client makes you uncomfortable, if anything happens you need to tell me, okay?”

Now you felt utterly exposed, his gaze so earnest and genuine you wanted to melt into a puddle, but it was also so reassuring, so warm, for a moment it made you remember why you had signed on for this in the first place. Jungkook wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

Nodding you murmured, “Okay.”

Clasping his hands together Jungkook stood up straight as he gave you a confident smile, “Alright now that that’s out of the way, let’s get started. We’ll be working in one of the private rooms us soloists use to work in. You’ll be able to focus properly there and I know all of them personally, they’re nice so don’t worry.” Jungkook had made his way around the bar before gesturing you to follow.

You had followed behind quickly as he began to head down a hallway, you had seen this one before but always assumed it lead to the restroom.

The hallway looked a lot different under standard lighting then it did at night and then it made sense as you asked aloud, “Cherry Bomb offers private shows?”

“Mhm, for anyone who has the money. Sometimes it's just an exclusive client or others it could be a full party. Generally it’s used for someone who wants to see their favorite dancer. If you get lucky Saturday you might score a client.” Jungkook sent a wink your way making you flush in the face as you looked away.

“I severely doubt that happens,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling your nerves rile up at just the idea of dancing for someone privately, “What’s the benefits?”

“Well it’s extra money for one. The more detail the client puts into it the more you make, if they want a specific song, costume, choreography, it racks up in your favor. Private shows are how you’re gonna make most of your money in the beginning so take advantage of it while it lasts.” Jungkook answered, an amused look on his face as your flustered expression, refusing to meet his gaze.

You paused in front of the door though, furrowing your brows in confusion at his words, “What do you mean, while it lasts? Wouldn’t you give lots of private shows?” It only made sense with him being the most popular stripper, right?

Jungkook suddenly ruffled your hair making your squirm, face heating up while you let out a whine making him laugh, “If I wasn’t so expensive sure. Soloist’s get pricey so the average client isn’t gonna be able to afford us, me above all else given my title,”

Opening the door Jungkook placed a delicate hand around you waist guiding you in as he hummed, “It’s worth it when I get a client but that doesn’t happen often so take advantage of it while you’re still cheap, it’s when you get the most clients.”

You nodded despite the nervousness you felt at the idea. It made sense but putting his advice to use was a whole different ball game. You supposed you’d just have to see how the week went before wanting to dive into private dancing so quickly and you assumed Jungkook probably felt the same given your timid demeanor.

“Oh my god she’s so pretty!”

You jumped at the sound of a loud squeal, the girl had practically pounced to view a smile bright enough to light the whole room, her hair long and silky and face sharp and fox like, she was absolutely stunning, “Is this your little muse Gukkie? She’s so pretty no wonder you like her so much!”

Your face was bright red as she gently clasped your cheeks, inspecting your face thoroughly making your face hotter by the second, “Oh she’s so shy! What a cutie.”

You were suddenly tugged away from her grip as Jungkook glared at her unappreciative, a hand tightly gripped against your waist as he huffed, “Yes she’s my trainee, Y/n this is Rosè our main girl.”

You were hyper aware of every touch of Jungkook’s hot skin against your own, your face even worse than before at being so close to him now despite his introduction to the cheeky girl.

She gave a teasing smile to Jungkook as her eyes flickered from the arm he had tightly wrapped around you back to your expression, “Welcome to the team sweetheart! I’m excited to see you dance, Jungkook was practically gushing.”

You gave a nervous smile at her words, had Jungkook really talked you up that much to all of his coworkers? You really hoped he hadn’t, “Oh...well I hope I don’t disappoint you then.” You gave a nervous laugh.

Jungkook sighed exasperatedly, shifting his grip against you as he shot his friend a look, “Didn’t I explicitly tell you to not scare her?”

You had been pressed so close against him you might as well have been in a hug, the faint scent of his cologne was becoming strong and beginning to make your head dizzy.

Was he always this touchy? You weren’t going to last a week if he was going to be up in your business like this constantly.

“She’s not scared Guk! She’s just timid, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Rosè practically cooed out her words gently, a warm smile being sent your way only furthering your sheepishness, “Word of advice, confidence can go a long ways on stage, even if you freeze or mess up the crowd won’t notice.”

You nodded eagerly at her words, the same rule applied for dancing. But you were able to dance confidently any day of the week, it was familiar and you were good at it, you were really good at it. This, you supposed it could be labeled similar but it was still something very new, and very intimidating.

“Well good news,” Jungkook had already begun to pull you away from Rosè much to her amusement as she began laughing, “I’m not just gonna throw you on stage Saturday and expect you to be amazing, we have a few starting points we need to work on.”

Pulling you away from the small group of people and off to the side of the room Jungkook had finally released your arm.

Giving a sigh of relief as you breathed in a large amount of air that wasn’t intoxicated by his scent as he continued, not even noticing, or maybe just already getting use to your constant flustered state, “Alright babygirl let’s get to work.”

He took a few steps and that’s when you noticed the switch in his demeanor, right now he was in mentor mode. At least he’d leave you alone to brood, on the bright side.

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The entire morning was spent doing the most outlandish things you had never even took into account for stripping. Everything from how you should look expression wise, where you placed your hands, hell even the way you walked was apparently ‘too sharp’.

But this? You knew it was going to be addressed eventually, but for him to jump you so soon? It was appalling to your shy nature.

“Y/n…”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” You cried out, squirming from underneath him your hands plastered against your face, cheeks undeniably red and to be fair- he hadn’t even done anything.

This wasn’t any sort of lap dance exercise, Jungkook had mainly got on top of you, to try and work on eye contact. Something you just couldn’t do.

There was something about it that just so intimidating and you felt so exposed and vulnerable from it.

“Y/n don’t be a brat.” Jungkook growled out in frustration, pressing his weight further on top of you and there was a note in his voice hard to argue with.

Every sense in your body wanting to obey his every command but it went against your nature, making you too shy to want and do so, “If you can’t look me in the eyes what makes you think you’ll be able to for a client? Now don’t make me say it again; eyes.”

You let out a whine at his words, forcing your hands away from your face as you set them down, your chin was jutted to the side to try and stay away from his intense gaze but he wasn’t having it.

Clasping your chin between his fingers Jungkook forced your eyes to meet his, “I-I’m not a dominant person Jungkook I..I can’t just- wait no, no, no that- that came out wrong...!” You hands practically flew up to your face again as you let out another embarrassed whine, why did you have to be like this? Seriously? Who says they aren’t dominant in open conversation?

Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t going to go easy on you, and this wasn’t an exception as he refused to let you wallow in misery while everyone who was laid out in the group of soloists were all laughing at the train wreck, which was you.

Jungkook had suddenly grabbed both of your wrists in his hand, forcing them above your head as his jaw clenched in irritation, his other hand coiling under your chin to force you to look at him as he leaned in, “You think I’m not aware of that babygirl? This isn’t about dominance or submission, you aren’t going to be jumping in a clients beds anytime soon. This is about confidence in eye contact, this extends both on and off the stage.”

You sported the worlds biggest pout as he explained the purpose but you already understood why he was doing it, you just naturally weren’t inclined to follow. Jungkook was initially right, you both worked well together in just about every other aspect, but as of now he was on top of you, radiating a strong, commanding presence and with your mind spiralling into the gutter, your first reaction...was to submit.

Maybe that was a toss up to put the blame on him for your obstinance but that was how you felt.

After one more second of being devoured alive by his dark burning gaze he finally let go off you while sighing, his dominant aura wearing off as sat down across from your laid out figure, “It’s a start.”

You groaned at his words before rolling onto your side, curling into yourself wanting nothing more than the sweet embrace of death, your cheeks still glowing red and your body too hot to be acceptable at the moment.

“You’re being too hard on her Jungkook, it’s her first day.” Rosè pouted her pretty plump lips with a frown, curving a brow despite the amused glint in her eyes and embarrassingly all it took was a single pat on the ground for you crawl your way over to sit by her.

“She obviously isn’t use to anything as intimate as lapdancing- you aren’t a virgin are you?” It looked as if the question just occurred to her making you flush in the face.

Facepalming you murmured a soft, “No…” you probably looked like one though at this point.

Wrapping a comforting arm around you Rosè gave it a soothing squeeze, a calming aura about her you couldn’t quite place, “That’s good! Being well versed in sex isn’t neccasary but it’s going to help you become a lot more comfortable a lot quicker in stripping.”

Jungkook had made his way over on the other side of the broken circle, sitting down with his hands supporting him from behind, looking between you and Rosè both before his eyes landed on her arm wrapped around you, “You sure you don’t just want to sleep with her?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Rosè shot back much to your mortification, face brightening as you sighed, pressing your hands back against your face, all of these attractive people were going to be the death of you, “Not like you’re one to talk Jungkook you’ve been all over her all morning long.”

“She’s my trainee.” Jungkook defended as his eyes squinted, not enjoying so much teasing all at once.

Rosè clacked her tongue as her eyebrows shot up, but it wasn’t her who spoke next. It was the predatory blonde- Jimin, if you remembered correctly who sat a little ways from you both, “You don’t see any of us grinding on our trainee’s, so what’s the difference Guk, hm?”

Your lips parted at his words slightly, was he insinuating this wasn’t normal?

If it wasn’t normal what kind of training was Seulgi receiving at the moment and how could you get in on it? Jungkook’s brows furrowed and it looked like everyone was trying to not burst out laughing at his souriness, “Teaching style asshat,” his eyes shot over to Rosè before continuing, “And whether I want to sleep with her or not isn’t getting in the way of our training.”

“I’ll give you that,” Rose gave a nod before humming, “But you can’t deny she’d be the sweetest little sub-”

“What the fuck?” You almost cried out pulling out of her grip as you let out a whine while covering your ears, but your objection didn’t stop her.

“Could you imagine eating her out? I bet she’d be loud-” Rose paused her wild imagination before suddenly snorting a laugh in your direction, “Look at her! God she’s so adorable!”

You might as well have been curled into yourself, your knee’s hugging against your chest as you glanced up in towards Jungkook for help, but what you found instead was his feverish gaze while licking his lips as if imagining that exact scenario in his head.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You cried out in embarrassment covering your head over your arms as you hugged further against your knees making everyone laugh. You were about to chastise him further but hearing the familiar sound of your phone go off made your attention drawn to it.

“I can’t help it babygirl, you look- what’s wrong?” Whatever Jungkook was going to say had dropped altogether when he noticed your tense, annoyed expression. But it was aimed at your phone with a tight knuckled grip.

“Nothing....” You snapped your eyes shut as you forced a breath out while curving a brow.

‘Hey angel, you free right now? Could really use your help 😏🍆👅’

That seemed to gain everyone's attention as you closed your phone, sighing as you ran a hand through your hair muttering more to yourself then to them, “Nothing, it’s just my boyfriend.”

You didn’t want to be like this, but you knew what was going to happen. You knew you wouldn’t be rewarded or pleasured yourself.

And after working all morning long all you wanted was a pile of pancakes to swallow, not a dick.

“Oooh boyfriend? What’s he saying?” Rosè peered over to you closely, a teasing smile on her face despite your frown.

You awkwardly glanced between her and your phone, feeling your cheeks glow again at the idea of spilling your sex life to them, but they seemed extremely close.

Closer then you had ever been with anyone, usually your sex life was on lockdown when it came to discussion, “Well...uh- I don’t know,” You muttered flusteredly, “Asking for a blowjob, I guess.” Your hands met with your warm cheeks as you sighed.

Jimin let out a whistle as he leaned back on his hands, “I’ve never seen a girl so unaroused in my life, is he that bad?”

You must’ve not gave a strong case otherwise for him to already be giving the correct guess.

But you didn’t just want to throw Hanjae under the bus, even if he wasn’t great in bed he was still your boyfriend and you still wanted to serve him, you just wished he’d be a little more flexible when it came to your needs.

You could only force an awkward smile, not wanting to lie or gas your partner up when you knew very well what the truth was.

Ultimately you gave your phone one last look before sighing, standing up as you hummed, “Well, It’s not gonna suck itself, I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You had grabbed your bag from the floor before making your way towards the door, it was already ten and practice was pretty much over.

While you wanted to go get something to eat you knew if you ignored him you’d never hear the end of it later. Maybe you’d be able to convince Hanjae to take you out afterwards. If you couldn’t be rewarded in orgasm, food was the next best thing, right?

Just as you reached for the door you were pulled back by a sudden grip on your forearm, not strained but firm enough to keep you in place as you turned around.

Confused at the sight of Jungkook’s tense expression, ‘You don’t look like you really want to go.”

Your eyes flickered towards his grip on your arm before meeting his eyes again, keeping your expression neutral before letting an awkward smile pull on your lips, “I don’t...but what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?

His gaze glossed over you before scoffing, letting go off your arm as he turned back to walk towards the other soloists, “You shouldn’t feel obligated to give him a pity blowjob, y’know if he was any good you’d want too.”

Your expression dropped with parted lips as your tongue tucked into your cheek, trying to keep yourself from smiling at the audacity of this guy, what was his goal in saying that? Your sex life wasn’t any of his business.

“Are you suggesting you’d be better…?” You knew out of everything that was the biggest thing you shouldn’t have said, but your morbid curiosity was eating away inside you.

But Jungkook had paused before turning over his shoulder, a confident smirk coiling on his lips as if he had been hoping you’d say that, “Oh I am better babygirl there’s no debate there. If you want someone who can really take care of you,” Jungkook licked his lips, that cocky expression not faltering once on his face, “You know exactly where to find me.”

Your face was hot red at his words as you watched him turn back around strolling towards the others as you swallowed thickly. Was it bad that deep down, you were actually going to keep his words in mind?

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[tipsydipsydo]

Precious 🌸 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

Gender of the reader: female

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: purest Fluff and so fluffy Smut it's literally Fluff!

AU: Etablished Relationship AU

Warnings: FLUFF (yeah, this here should be a real warning!) !Some Mature Content! Nipple Play, Body-Worshipping, Praising, Fingering, Soft (dirty) Talk, Mentions of Sextoys and Tears of Joy

This all here is just freaking tooth rotting fluff and it's really freaking cute!

A/N: Hello my Sweeties!

Here we go again, I got something for you! I wrote this fic also for a wonderful friend of mine for her birthday (yes, my friends are really spoiled by me!) and I got her permission to upload it. And to be honest, I'm really proud of myself that I could write such cute fluffy Smut with a great Story because usually I know myself as really kinky Shit (*cough* My Kink-Scenario *cough*) and I really hope you guys enjoy this story as much as my friend and I do!

Info: Link to the Masterlist can be found at the End of the Fanfic!

Summary: Today is your birthday and because your last few weeks have been terribly stressful, you want nothing more than to be able to sleep in on your day off. However, Namjoon has to go to practice all day long, that's why he has found a very gentle method of waking you up to unpack your presents with you together...

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"Hey Baby ...", Namjoon whispers and gives you a little kiss on the temple before he kisses his way down to your collarbone. You sigh sleepily, only an incomprehensible mumbling leaves your lips. You don't want to get up yet, today is your birthday after all and you took some extra time off from work just for today to get some really good and long sleep. You know, Namjoon has to go to practice early in the morning again, but you told him last Night, before you two went to bed, to let you sleep in.

"What's up, Joonie ...", you mumble tormented, you wanting nothing more than your well-deserved sleep, which you almost gave yourself as a present for your own birthday.

"I told you to let me sleep ...", you complain and want to pull the blanket over your head again. However, Namjoon sits in the way and gently treats your neck with soft butterfly kisses. You are still too sleepy to resist these caresses and let your arms slide back onto the soft mattress.

"I know, I know, Babygirl. I should let you sleep in peace, but today is your birthday and I wouldn't see you all day otherwise, Darling. But I made something up for you in my mind, how I could wake you up in a soft and gentle way... I hope you're not mad at me anymore then."

Curious what this announcement could mean, you crook one of your eyes open to a small slit and look at him questioningly, but he just smiles softly and whispers: "Just close your eyes and let yourself be surprised... is your birthday today!"

When he starts to call you by your (secretly loved) petnames in such a loving way, it couldn't be that bad.

"Okay ...", you say quietly and finally give in, let yourself sink back into the pillows and close your eyes again.

Namjoon laughs briefly, looks at you with pure affection and love. Carefully, he pushes the blanket a bit away from your upper body, although he has just recently turned on the heating again, just as a precaution. The last thing he wants you to start freezing and shaking in what's coming next. Well ... you may like to begin trembling... but definitely not from a cool breeze!

Before proceeding with his actual plan, Namjoon looks at you again.

Your beautiful face, glad, he saw your furrowed eyebrows and knitted forehead way too often. Now everything is smooth and flawless again, without this one, always noticeable stress crease. Your eyes are closed, your breath is calm and even. Hopefully, that will not stay that way for much longer.

Carefully, Namjoon pushes a loose strap of your slightly too-large top off your shoulder and leans forward to caress the now exposed skin gently and calmly. He takes his time, a lot more time than usual. He hates himself for that all over again, as he has been able to allow so often in the recent times, not to pay your body the attention he deserves.

The last weeks, if not months, have been a nightmare. He loves his work, really! Nevertheless, the comeback drove him to the edge of despair. He spent most of his time either in the studio, in meetings, on the filming set for the new MV, or at least a few hours more than anyone else in the dance studio to perfect his Part in the choreography.

You took a new job that put the icing on the cake. Your working hours overlap with his few breaks, so you both have seen each other at the same time in your shared apartment only every two or three days. And mostly, you just gave each other the doorknob in the hand, because when one of you came home, the other Person headed directly to his work. Time was often only for a little peck and nothing more.

However, every now and then, as if by a miracle, when you both spent one or two hours together, most of the time you were like animals in heat and you just fucked each other senseless for some stress relief or just only to feel close to each other again.

Too much frustration and stress had accumulated in the time when you couldn't see each other. Sometimes you both felt more like two Singles instead of a Couple living together.

Some nights, when Namjoon came home late and you already slept, he wondered how much longer you could stand it.

How long you still want to join him, his turbulent life. When the time has come, when it becomes too unbearable, not only to have a long-distance relationship with your boyfriend when they are on Tour, but also to lead a kind of non-existent relationship. Your shared chat and perhaps the together signed rental contract still hinted at your relationship.

Namjoon has the feeling that he has to make it up again, just to get along with his own conscience. He has to show you how much he loves you, that he needs you not "just only" as a sexual stress reliever, because he loves you above all else and doesn't know how to withstand all this stress when you weren't by his side anymore.

You build him up again when he's close to a mental breakdown because too many people are demanding his attention all at the same time. You reassure him when he thinks he's a big disappointment for his members and when he thinks he's driving Hoseok insane when he can't learn the choreography so quickly like the other members. These times when he thinks he isn't enough for Armys. At least when he has the opinion he's not good enough for your patience and kindness.

That's why he wants to try to give something of this attention back to you.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as Namjoon moves lower with his kisses, pushing your top barely noticeable down, until the other strap slips off your shoulder too and finally exposes your breasts.

Namjoon raises his head slightly to look at your beautiful, perfectly imperfect breasts. Your left breast is a little bit larger than your right one. A detail that made you feel ashamed because you had to make some uncomfortable experiences with this unique feature. Your previous partners liked it to make a bad joke here and there about them, didn't even realize what they had done to you with such comments.

"Baby, I hope you know how beautiful you are, how beautiful your whole body is, with every little special detail. How beautiful your breasts are, their shape and how differently they react to my caresses, how perfect your left breast fits in my hands and how sensitive your right nipple is, all these details just makes it more interesting to play with your body..."

You giggle softly, full of embarrassment and hide your blushing face behind your hands. But Namjoon grabs your wrists and pulls them aside with gentle force.

"Hey, Babygirl, don't be ashamed, please don't be embarrassed of your body or what I'm saying, I'm absolutely serious, okay?"

He strokes your cheek before he gives you a long, sensual kiss. It's about time that you remember how much you are loved and Namjoon is eager to give you the attention you deserve. Otherwise, you only were so embarrassed at the beginning of your relationship with his compliments.

"I love you, and I want you to know that too, verbally and with touches as well. I want you to feel attractive and wanted, just like you are, with that damn hot body and your dirty mind, Darling. Just relax, I'll take care of you."

You nod lightly, throw a grateful smile full of love to your boyfriend that he cares so patiently for your insecurities and makes you feel so good again. With a smile, Namjoon kisses your lips one last time before returning his full attention to your chest and closing his lips around the nipple of your right breast.

A small moan escapes your lips and a heated shudder runs down your spine. Namjoon knows your body very well, knows where to touch you to elicit such reactions right away.

Joonie starts to grin, more than satisfied with these reactions he gets out of you. His left hand wanders to your other breast, begins to gently massaging it, rubbing his palm over your nipple, before he tease it with his thumb a little bit.

You bite your lower lip, try to hold back these sinful sounds in your throat, don't try to give Namjoon the satisfaction of having made you completely weak already. The tiredness that had previously been in your bones fades away more and more with every second.

Instead, heat spreads through your body, seizing every nerve cell of your body like a raging bushfire, especially the area between your thighs begin to burn with lustful heat. You might get used to being woken up like this some more often.

"You love it how I play with your nipples, don't you, Baby? I think you're already wet between those beautiful legs of yours...", mumbles Namjoon with his hot breath against your nipple, makes you shudder even more.

Like before he take his time for all parts of the body, so he did with your breasts. So long that you start getting impatient and a soft "Please ..." slip out of you. You want more, you need more, this heat in your abdomen is hardly bearable anymore.

"What do you want, Honey?"

"More, please give me more...", you whimper.

Your arousal has already soaked your panties completely, it sticks umcomfortable to you. All you want right now is to get rid of it and hope that Namjoon doesn't make you wait too long until he gives you some relief.

"As you wish, Birthday Girl"

He repositions himself next to you, now sitting on his calves at the level of your hip, carefully pushing the rest of the blanket off your body. When he sees this thin, white cotton panties with small blue dots, he finds it on the one hand unbelievably cute but on the other hand also really sexy.

You spread your legs a bit more to give Namjoon the hint that you really need him down there. Joonie can already see it, the fabric between your thighs has turned dark from arousal.

He lets his index finger stroke over the damp fabric, makes you flinch.

"Already so wet, baby ... just for me ...", he wispers more to himself, amazed how wonderful your body reacts to his touches.

"Don't tease me ...", you whimper and move restlessly back and forth. You need him, his fingers, his tongue, whatever he wants to give you between your legs. Without this damn panties.

Namjoon realizes how you grown impatient and helps you to get rid of this annoying piece of cloth. And now, you're lying there in front of him, showing him your bare and beautiful body, allowing him to see you so vulnerable and naked. Show him with so much devotion and love, you don't want anything more than your release from this hell of lust with his help.

"Baby, I know... I've said it countless times, but you're so beautiful, I love you, so freaking much, I'll give you what you need the most now."

Without hesitating unnecessarily, he let his right hand glides between your thighs, grabs your hand with his left hand, interlocks his fingers with your own. You begin to smile at this small but significant gesture, but close your eyes the next moment again and your lips parts to let out a moan.

Namjoon's fingers caress your wet folds, divide slowly with two fingers and rub your clit. Electric shocks shoot through your body, driving you crazy.

Between moaning and gasping for breath, you mumble some incomprehensible words, repeating your boyfriend's name over and over again like a luck bringing mantra. Like a salvation bringing mantra.

After coating his fingers with enough arousal, he let his fingers sinks lower, gently sliding the second finger into you after the first one and placing his thumb on your clit.

You push your back in the air, snapping gasped for breath, a soft, whimpered "Please" stumbles over your open lips. Begging for more, you roll your pelvis towards him, trying to ride his fingers, which so far remain still in you.

"Whatever you want, Princess...", gasps Namjoon, fucking turned on by this scenery in front of his eyes. But you are the only important priority now.

He guides your interwined hands to his lips and begins to place countless little kisses on your knuckles and the back of your Hand as his other fingers begin to move inside of you.

Namjoon gently starts to bend his fingers inside of you, knowing exactly where to find that sweet spot in you that makes you float into the sky.

"Oh God... Oh God... N-Namjoon...", you babble softly. Feel, how the heat within you becomes unbearable and that knot in your abdomen is not far from bursting.

"Yes Babygirl, I know you're close. I'm here baby. I'm here and gonna hold you when you're tumbles over the edge and begin to fall."

Your eyebrows are kitted together, your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is open, ready to let your silent moan ecape into the room.

Namjoon accelerates its rhythm, draws small circles over your clit, feels how your walls are tightening. Your legs starts to shake and your throat will flow over with small whimpers.

"I'm gonna... I-I'm gonna...", you wisper breathless.

"Come, Princess. Come for me, Babygirl. You're doing it so well, get your well deserved orgasm." Namjoon encourages you with his breathless voice.

Placing a last kiss on the back of your hand before the fireball bursts in you and you will be carried away in waves of lust for a few moments.

Seeing you reaching your High is a very personal gift for Namjoon.

You look so beautiful, so careless and peaceful. As you recover from your orgasm, Namjoon leans forward and presses a tender kiss on your lips.

"Happy Birthday, Babygirl~"

Namjoon comes back from the bathroom with a soft, wet towel to clean the little mess between your legs up (what he caused!). Then he goes to your dresser and gets you a new pair of panties from the drawer in that you store your underwear. This time it's pair of white panties with red dots on them.

You watch him the whole time with sleepy eyes and a smile full of affection. After such a wonderful orgasm, you could immediately go back to sleep, completely satisfied and there is still the will to sleep through the whole morning.

"Hey darling ... you have to stay awake for a bit longer, but then you can sleep through the rest of the day," says Namjoon softly and tries his best to keep you awake in a gentle way.

"How about a latte macchiato and your favorite croissants from "La petit réve de Florence" ? Before I woke you up I got breakfast for you. There was too much danger that I would break something in the kitchen... again.", he says quietly with a small self-ironic laugh.

Just the thought of a wonderful latte macchiato and these fluffy croissants from the french boulangerie of your trust elicits a sigh of pleasure out of you and actually makes you sit up in bed with a hearty yawn and lean against the headboard.

Namjoon takes your new position as an approval that a french breakfast is the best thing to start in the day of your birthday and disappears into the kitchen.

Namjoon comes back with a richly laid bed tray to eat comfortably in bed. He places it carefully over your lap on the mattress so that you can eat in peace. The latte has already cooled down a bit and is now at the perfect temperature to drink and the croissants smell wonderful. Namjoon also filled jam in tiny bowls, in which you dip the ends of your croissants.

"You can already start to eat, I have to get some more things", says your boyfriend, who is already walking through the door frame of your bedroom and disappeared again.

You look after him with your mouth full of croissant, but only shrug with your shoulders and dedicate your full attention now to the delicious breakfast in front of you.

Namjoon returns to the room with a second tray, tries to balance the wrapped presents and the various boxes as best he can to your side of the bed. When he has placed everything safely on the dressing chair next to your nightstand, he gives you his typical, irresistible smile again with his damn cute dimples in his cheeks.

"Happy Birthday, my Love!"

You almost choke when you realize how many gifts are there and your eyes are almost the size of a plate.

"Those... are they all for me?"

"Does anyone else in this household have birthday today? Of course they are for you, Jagi!", says Namjoon with a big smile.

"B-But at first, let me eat my croissants before I unwrap the presents! I don't want to spread crumbs all over the bed," you answer your overexited boyfriend.

Namjoon nods and tries his absolute best to stay calm, but he is too excited to gives his presents to you, so that he can hardly sit calmly next to you, always rocks nervously back and forth.

"Which gift do you want to unpack first?", he asks immediately when you wipe the last puff pastry crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

A little bit overwhelmed, you let your gaze wander over the presents until you shrug your shoulders undecided.

"I have no idea, everything has such nice wrapping paper, so I don't want to tear it apart in general..."

Namjoon rolls his eyes playfully, he can't do anything with such a pointless answer. That's why he ultimately decides to give you the biggest gift of all of them.

A wide band of white silk is tied around the oval box, so that a perfect large bow sits on the lid of the box. You pull carefully the bow open and remove the lid from the stable and high-quality box.

You gasp when you see the pastel pink rabbit vibrator. You carefully take it out of the preformed indentation and look at it with fascination from all sides. It's not a big surprise that Namjoon gives you a sex toy as a present, you have given each other toys for the bedroom from time to time already before today.

However, this little exemplar is a completely different level, this here is no longer a "normal" sex toy, this is a real luxury item.

"The worldtour starts soon and we won't be able to see each other for months again and I thought... this one here could serve you well, when I unfortunately couldn't satisfy your needs by myself, even if I would like to do it for you when certain desires are no longer bearable... anyway, according to the reviews, it should have an excellent vibration, which should also be very powerful if you can trust these comments...", Namjoon explained his motives for this gift and winked at you with a cheeky grin.

You playfully hit Namjoon against the upper arm, who groans overdramatically "from the unbearable pain" and complacently observes how the pink blush rises on your cheeks. Especially when you consider that Namjoon spoiled you with his fingers just around twenty minutes ago and gave you a breathtaking orgasm.

As carefully as you unwrapped this gift, you gently put it back in his box and place it behind you on Namjoon's bedside. As soon as you have turned to the front again, Joonie has three other gifts ready. They reminds you of books in terms of their shape and size, what allows you to look forward in a certain anticipation. You're right with your guess and with every book that you unpack, your joy about these carefully selected gifts only increases more and more. All three books were written by your favorite authors, are the first edition and are bound in a beautiful hardcover.

In that moment you just want to hug your boyfriend and squeak full of joy, however, he stops you with a loving gesture, indicating the last book you unpacked.

"Baby, have a look...", he says and makes promising gestures on the book cover. You open the book curiously and put your hand over your mouth, can't believe what you'll find there.

The recently published book by your absolute favorite author is personally signed by her and the small text she wrote in the book is addressed to you!

You would love to have a book signed by her by hand... and now you have one that is also personalized just for you!

Dear Mrs. Y/N Kim

I am very pleased to hear that you read my books so diligently and sometimes even late into the night that your husband has to take my writings away from you and hide it so that you can still grab some sleep. I am deeply honored by this, but please make sure you have a healthy sleep rhythm! I only speak from own experiences...

I also wish you a wonderful birthday and all the best! Have fun with my new book!

Yours sincerely Y/F/A

(P.S .: I know you two are not married, but I think you're the perfect couple and I wish you the best for your hopefully shared future!)

"Oh my god, Namjoon... that's... that's... I have no words! She already calls me Mrs. Kim! Namjoon! How did you do it!?"

"Well,Y/N, there must be some advantages to being famous and everyone knows you... I called her publishing company and asked if anything like this could be arranged. The next day I was called back and suddenly I had her on the phone personally and we had a little small talk... she is really nice and I already had back then the feeling during the phone call that she lowkey ship us... ", explains Namjoon and laughs at the end a little bit and shakes his head amused.

Without realizing it, tears running down your cheeks and you throw yourself around your darling's neck. Now you're really start to sob.

"Thank you, Namjoon! Thank you, thank you, thank you for these wonderful birthday presents and this wonderful morning! I love you so much, I don't know how I can thank you for it! I-"

"Wait, wait baby! We're not done yet! The best alyways comes at the end, right?", he says and shush you gently.

"Wait, what? More? A-And even better?... Namjoon, you've gone completely crazy!", you sniff, giggling and trying to wipe the tears of joy out of your eyes.

He picks up the tray again and pulls out a plain, white envelope with your name on it in his handwriting.

With shaky fingers, you pull out a single ticket and scan with your eyes over the informations. It's a ticket from Seoul to your hometown, on a date where you already booked a ticket for yourself because your parents celebrated their silver wedding anniversary that specific weekend, but unfortunately Namjoon had to cancel because... wait-

"Namjoon, wha-"

He gently takes the ticket out of your hands, puts it on your nightstand and then looks straight into your eyes and takes your hands in his.

A smile full of love is on his lips and his eyes starts to shine in a dangerous way too, as if tears are forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Do you remember last week, when I came home all stressed and edgy and that for days? Partially I didn't want to tell you what's going on? That was because I had some arguments with Sejin and Si-hyuk, because I wanted to have three days off so that I could fly with you to your parents and accompany you to their silver wedding anniversary. After a few clarifying discussions I was finally able to arrange it and got their 'Okay'. So I got yesterday finally the chance to book my ticket. I'll come with you and we'll fly to your parents together!"

"Namjoon! You really went completely crazy! I'm the reason you've been having all this trouble?! You can't be serious!"

You almost shout at him and throw yourself at him, crying and sobbing. Nothing holds your tears anymore, they just run down your cheeks and you are so overwhelmed with all this joy and love you feel for him that you can't calm down right now.

Namjoon gently caresses your back, talks you into comfort, but also gives you the time you need to process all of this in your head and slowly come down.

"N-Namjoon! Please explain to me how I deserve all of...", you are making an extravagant gesture around you two where all the presents are scattered all over the bed "... this here?"

"You know, Y/N... I ask myself the same question every day when I wake up next to you and have the possibility to look into your beautiful face. What I deserved to have met you. A person who takes me the way I am, without wanting to change me. A person who supports me as I need it at this specific moment. A person who is patient with me when I'm impatient with myself and sometimes have unbearable phases. A person who loves me when I can't love myself in dark days. And all these things you've done for me, even when I don't have the time for you that I would like to have. I just wanted to return the favor."

You open your trembling lips, try to respond to his wonderful words, but no sound comes out of your throat. You simply cannot find any words for this literally breathtaking declaration of love.

Namjoon smiles at you softly and yet a bit nervously, almost looks like a shy schoolboy who confess his love to his crush. Then he takes the floor again.

"But please believe me, Y/N, I don't want to buy your love with these gifts here and also all these small souvenirs from these different countries and even when I just want to give you a little gift, I only want you to know that I always think of you. And somehow want to show myself recognizable, even if I have a lack of goddamn time for it. This time that I would like to spend with you. Therefore I would like to thank you again and again, that you give me the chance to realize my dream job and at the same time I am lucky enough to be able to complete this dream with you. Thank you. I love you so much and maybe you can understand now how much I love and appreciate you."

Namjoon's voice begins to tremble towards the end and when you look up at him you see tears running down from the corner of his eyes. Your heart feels as if it can no longer withstand this love in your chest and wants to burst into thousand pieces.

"I love you too, Namjoon. So, so much! And now, right now, I know exactly how much you love me, that sometimes it just steals my voice...", you sob.

You lie in the arms of each other a few more moments, enjoy being allowed to be so close to the other person, at least for a tiny moment. Until Namjoon's timer rings, which should remind him that he should go for practice now. A frustrated sigh escapes Namjoon.

"Hey Baby, it's time to continue working on your dream and make it come true... right? And I want to go back to sleep anyway until my girls storms our apartment to celebrate my birthday too. Come on, hop hop, out of the bed! Hobi doesn't like to wait! ",you giggle and shoo him out of bed.

At the door, Namjoon turns around to you the last time.

"I love you, my Queen."

"I love you too, my King."

You start to laugh together before the front door closes and you sink back into the pillows with a slight smile in your lips.

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Daisies! Michael Langdon x Fem!oc

Michael Langdon x Original fem!reader

Summary: Micheal intervenes in on a terrible father physically abusing his 8 month year old daughter, he brings the man to ruins with a choke hold. He’s disgusted by the torment, and so takes the child from the man and unto the sanctuary, that’s where Marie. Jeff Pfister and Mutt Nutter’s day shift assistant is set cleaning Michael’s office readying it for his arrival in the evening. Michael had never met the girl and yet he pleaded for her help when he notices she’s the only one set in the office, he’s lost seeking for another heart to care for this new born child and she just so happens to fill that position for him.

Warnings: none just sm soft!Michael short stories. 💞x

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Talk!Hozier

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus. When her body was found.

“Pathetic.- I thought men like you were forth to respect their children.” Michael took a short pause at his words, head tilting to his left, his hands worked the horrified man set beneath him. “Then again my father wasn’t much of a man to respect me and look where that led his beloved.”

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief. That drove him underground.

As taunting as the blonde vented off he was pissed at the scene he’d witnessed only seconds ago, personally he didn’t care too end this mans life but he wanted to have his moment and he was sure to let this man suffer. Leaning forth and into the man Michael grinned to himself, the choking sound of this pathetic soul sent him into a bliss of pleasure. He ceased his life like a heart wrenching for blood. “I’m going to torment your mind, the same way you scarred that small defensless child you called your own.”

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee. That made him turn around.

And that’s exactly what Michael did he drained the life of a man who physically and mentally tormented his own daughter. He snapped his windpipe with as much wrath as he could give, what ceased him to do what he chose was under the horrid memories of his up bringing. He didn’t want another soul settled to feel what he’d experienced.

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice.

Michael knew what he did was to prevent the forgiveness unto what he could never let happen again, he just couldn’t and now he had to care for this girl. This beautiful tiny girl. Michael was now towering over the child.

“Hi there sweetheart, my name is Michael I guess I’m your new daddi.” Michael’s ocean blue eyes burned down into the brown orbed earth like child, she just stared at the unknown man unsure on what to do she wasn’t frightened and that was a start for the man. Michael didn’t even know the name of the child and so searched for one.

“I believe your old dad wasn’t suited for your care.. don’t worry my dad wasn’t either.” his hands fiddled with the grey cotton fabric like blanket, that was settled around the child, his eyes fell upon a bunch of beautiful daisies plastered all over the child’s Babygro. “So here I am ready to teach you everything you have to know in order to survive my-.” Michael paused at the perfect printed flowers set so sooth to the girls banygro a smile sweetly forming on his face at the thought that soon entered his mind.

Imagine being loved by me.

“My Daisy.”

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I Love You!Billy Eilish [Three Years Later]

Maybe won't you take it back.

“Mommi where daddi?” Rolling her eyes down at her 3 year old, Marie fell slightly to her height knees grazing the ground in the process, her soft eyes narrowed at the girl. “Your father’s outat a meeting we talked about this sweetly.”

Say you were tryna make me laugh.

Swaying to catch her child Marie grinned kissing the living daylights out of her doe eyed babygirl. “Now I’ll assure you that he’d be even more proud of you if you’d actually gotten into that comfy grub of yours on time before his arrival this evening.”

And nothing has to change today.

“But he pwomised me a bedtime story.” The child whined childishly. Marie’s eyes tilted down at her daughter pouting at the response.

“Why don’t I tell you a bedtime story?” - “n-no Daddies one awe moow exciting.” Whined the 3 year old. “Now Daisy that isn’t very nice my dear, Your mother has lovely stories that you’ll understand when you’re older.” Settled down the hall of their home Michael was set in the middle of it, smiling meekly at the woman he’d come to secretly love. “But I am big gwil!” Retorted the small infant. Michael grinned down upon his daughter. “I know that my love, but last time I checked big girls go to be bed when they’re told.”

You didn't mean to say "I love you"

Under an agreement Marie not only to Michaels surprise agreed to care for the child. When he’d entered the sanctuary with a crying little 8 month baby, Marie had fallen worried to the scene, she took care the girl almost immediately and like that Michael had to blurt it out like a plate smashing to its death. The agreement wasn’t anything intimate it was professional and that to them was: To love and care for the child. But along the way Michael had slipped just a little for the woman, the three lived together both individuals let the child call them momma and papa under the influence that they were her parents since she hadn’t any after what Michael did. To Michael he wanted to believe that they were, he wanted to have a family and with this woman he came to care for after the two and half years of having to know her.

I love you and I don't want too.

Retrieving the child from his lovers arms, Marie poked her tongue out and up at Michael before pushing herself up on her tiptoe’s, to cup the mans face with her palms in a loveing manner. Little did Michael know she’d fallen for him long before he’d fallen for her, and the woman pleaded that she’d never slip again. Leaning up to the Michael, Marie kissed his cheek with a small and carefree grin settled on her face before she’d leant.

Up all night on another red eye.

“Goodnight Mike, I hope you had a beautiful day. Your dinners downstairs and Daisies bottles next to her crib ready for you.” Even though this was all just a planned out daydream Michael never wanted it to end, throughout the two and a half years of being with this woman he saw that she’d never once rethought upon her decision.

I wish we never learned to fly.

“Thank you my love, We’ll see you in the morning. I hope you have a wonderful siesta.” Michael had chorused back leaning down to kiss the temple of his beloved. Daisy had leaned into her parents eyes shut in a snoozing manner.

Maybe we should just try.

The three parted ways, Marie moving down the hall and into hers and Michael’s shared bedroom. But Michael never slept in there he always stayed with Daisy in her nursery sometime he’d even be curled up in her crib with her settled in his arms for warmth and those nights were Marie’s favourite ones.

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She really loved him and he to her. But neither one would admit it.

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Purple || KTH x reader

Genre: angst, slight fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none i think? 

A/N: My muse woke me up at 6 am with fresh new ideas and i just had to wake up and write at least one of them :) :) :) :) I was kinda sleepy so please, accept my apologizes for any mistakes you might encounter ♥ I had an idea for it to be way longer and filled with more sadness but i kinda didn’t have the time so please tell me what you think as this is my first time writing from e 3rd P.O.V ♥♥

(credits for the gift to the owner) ♥

He slowly opened his eyes. The room was dark, the only light coming from the purple sky outside. The dawn was adorning the heavens with a breathtaking palette of blue, pink, purple and orange. Taehyung would have stared at the beauty through his window for hours back then. He would have dreamed about the person who would make him feel the same as the dawn – his favorite part of the day. It was beyond beautiful when you catch the sun rising, filling you with calmness, energy and desire to live, something he lacked few years ago. He would wake up early in order to contemplate it, to feel alive and dream, dream about that person who he would love as much, and even more, as the dawn. Someone that would give him hope, love, somebody that would stay by his side and be his anchor, somebody that would listen to his agitations, fears, insecurities and would just hold him through the bad days…

Now, this person was lying on the bed next to him. Her head was laid down on his chest, her hair scattered around.  She had hugged him tightly around the waist. Taehyung turned his gaze away from the view outside and looked at the angel in his arms. She looked so calm in her dream. The boy smiled. A smile he’s been wearing since the day he met her. She was his light, his anchor, his savior from the darkness lurking deep inside and trying to tempt him. He caressed her, his fingers slowly interlocking with her hair and he kissed her head. She was everything he’s been dreaming about. Closing his eyes he remembered all the good memories they shared. The moment they met when she spilled her coffee on him and the big smile on her face that made his heart skip a beat. Her sweet angelic voice that made him forget about the business meeting his father had told him to attend and her intelligence that made him even more charmed after he asked her out. He had been so nervous, the question coming out of the blue for both of them. But he knew…he knew that if he hadn’t done something she would have gone away. Surprisingly she agreed and instead of attending the meeting in his father’s corporation, he spent the best morning in his life with this mysterious and amazing stranger in a small café.

Taehyung felt a warm feeling of love filling his body at the certain memory. His heart started beating faster just as the day he met her, or more precisely, just as every day he spent with her.

“That’s not how it is done, Tae!”, (Y/N) shouted through a loud laugh when she saw her boyfriend and the whole kitchen covered in flour.

“Don’t shout at me, (Y/N)! I’m already lost, don’t panic me more!”, he screamed back looking irritated. Her parents were coming soon and he had insisted on making something special for them. Unfortunately, Taehyung wasn’t a really great cook, “Now, where was I?”, he slid his finger along the piece of paper with the recipe trying to find the next instruction.

“Oh, come on, Tae Tae!”, the girl came closer and hugged him from behind, “Please, don’t be mad at me!”, her actions brought a smile on Tae’s face immediately. No matter how mad he wanted to be at her, he just couldn’t.

“I’m here, cooking for your parents, while you little lady are making fun of me.”, Taehyung turned around and pouted at his girlfriend.

“Oh, my poor baby boy. What a bad girlfriend you have.”, her smile grew bigger as she run her hands through his messy hair causing some smoke of flour to fall from it, “How can I make you feel better?”, she stared at him with her big doe eyes.

“Hm.  Let me think.”, he looked away with a finger on his mouth, taking the infamous position of a thinking man, although they both knew the answer.

“If you keep thinking any longer, I won’t give you anything Kim Taehyung!”, she laughed and tried to pull away from him, but he was fast. His hands laid on her waist, getting her closer, their chests touching. She wrapped her hands around his neck by habit. They just stared at each other smiling, not able to turn away, as thought their souls were communicating through their eyes.

“I love you so much, babygirl. You can’t even imagine how much.”

“I love you too, Tae Tae. More than you’ll ever know.”, the kiss they shared was passionate, slow, sweet and full of love. When they pulled away, the still had their eyes closed and foreheads pressed against each others. They were breathing heavily, as if they had run a 10km marathon, but isn’t that what love does to you? Doesn’t it take your breath away?

“Now, let’s get you clean before my parents arrive, huh?”, Taehyung didn’t miss the mischief in her eyes, and a smirk was placed on his face soon after. The girl of his dreams dragged him towards the bathroom and Tae once again didn’t regret his decision to stay with her.

Many memories crossed his mind, made his heart beat faster and faster due to the amount of incredible and inexplicable feelings when all of a sudden, the reality hit him.

He felt as though his heart stopped, and maybe that would be true after this day. Taehyung tried to breathe but something was stopping him, something was holding a tight grip around his heart and throat, suffocating and slowly killing him. That was the pain. It was the same feeling as before but now it was stronger. Now the darkness was coming out of the corners and tormenting him. He had to leave. He had to leave the love of his life for maybe forever and he wasn’t ready.

Taehyung wanted nothing more but for the time to stop or for them to live in a different world with different circumstances. He wanted to stay in those memories with her on a repeat and not wake up. He told her last night. He told her about the other woman in his life. The one he would marry. The one he was forced to love by his father for the good of their company. He knew the consequences but when he saw (Y/N) breaking down in front of him he broke too. He had promised to protect her, to love her, to never hurt her but last night he broke his promises. He shattered her into pieces. Pieces that could no longer be put together. And the worse was, that he knew how she felt. He was dead inside since the moment his father made him choose between his family and his girl. Oh, how bad he tried to show him that (Y/N) was his family, that she was the only one basking him with the support and love he needed. But it was in vain. He was aware that his father never approved of (Y/N), just because she wasn’t from here and was different but he never let himself think that his own blood would make him suffer more and try to take her away from him…

He had no other option. The choice his father gave him wasn’t even a choice. The decision was already made and Taehyung had to just speak out loud what his father wanted.

Last night was the last with his beloved one. The last night when he lived and enjoyed life. The last night when he could feel her skin beneath him and call her his. The last fucking time where he would get the chance to wake up in her arms and hug her close. The last time when he would feel safe and loved, when he could contemplate his two favorite things – her and the dawn.

Tears rolled down his face and he did nothing to stop them. He wanted this overwhelming pain away. He wanted to stay here, with her in his arms but that from now on would be only a dream. He had to leave. He knew it but he couldn’t. If he stayed till the moment she wakes up, he won’t be able to turn his back to her. He bit his lip in order to prevent his sobs to wake up his angel. Taking her hands in his, he remembered how perfectly they were made for each other, as though she was the other piece making him whole. Taehyung cautiously got out of her hug and stood. He dressed in silence which was ruined from time to time because of his sobs. Once he was fully dressed he looked at her fragile figure. Biting his lips again, he ran his hand through his hair in order to calm himself down, just like she used to do but it was no help. It wasn’t her hand and it will never be. He hurriedly took his jacket and put it on when he felt something in his pocket. His trembling hand took the small box. He gulped and was about to break down on the floor. He was holding a ring. A ring he bought a week ago in order to finally signify his undying love for her.

He didn’t need it. He would never love someone as much as he loves her. He saw some papers on the nightstand and scratched something in a hurry and left the note there with the small purple box – her favorite color. Without saying or doing anything he opened the door and left the apartment. He left his love, heart and life there with the words:

“I’ve always dreamed of the day I would give this to you. I spent many nights imagining how and where to ask you the question I’ve been dying to pronounce. But I guess, I will not experience it. I love you with my whole heart baby girl, I love you more than anything. That’s why I’m leaving it to you. No one will ever mean so much to me as you do, no one will be able to replace you, but I hope…I truly hope you find someone that would make you see the heaven as you helped me. Maybe life won’t be so cruel and we’ll meet again…or maybe not. That’s why I want you to know dear (Y/n), how much of a savior you were for me. I purple you darling. And I will purple you till the end of my life.”

Little did they know how death was about to bring them together again.

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Steve Harrington Imagine

So here’s my first Stranger Things imagine. I’m obsessed with Joe Keery so yeah... enjoy? I’m just pretending Steve is a senior in this so go with it ok cool good talk

You can submit requests HERE, but FYI I don’t do personal imagines sorry boiiiiii (I get too many requests and I’m a full time college student with a full time job sooooo)

STEVE HARRINGTON - #5 ON THE CHEM HOMEWORK

Prompt: you and Steve have been neighbors for years and despite his good looks, his cockiness has always annoyed you to the point that you usually avoided him - unfortunately you really, really need help on your chem homework...

Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warning: originally this was supposed to be some fluff and light making out but it really quickly took a dirty turn... smut warning and unprotected sex

WC: 1511

No matter how many times you re-read the problem or read how to do it in your chemistry textbook, it just didn’t make sense. You groaned in frustration, slamming your textbook closed and knocking it from your bed. You rolled over, glancing at the clock on your bedside table. It was already 8 and if you didn’t finish this homework set soon you wouldn’t have time to finish your English homework and get to bed at a decent time. 

I could call - NO, you began to think to yourself but stopped quickly in your tracks, rolling your eyes at yourself. Your neighbor, Steve, was a senior, just a year above you and you knew for a fact he’d already taken chem. But did you really want to call him and ask for his help? You could already hear him saying “oh you need me, huh” in that cocky voice he always uses and his head would grow to the size of a hot air balloon. You definitely did not want to feed into that but you also really needed to get this chem homework done. 

After going through the pros and cons in your head at least four times you sighed in defeat, knowing what you had to do. You picked up the phone on your night stand and dialed Steve’s number. You waited as the phone rang, almost giving you time to think about it and change your mind. You were about to hang up with a voice picked up on the other end.

“Harrington residence.” it was Steve’s mom.

“Hi, uh, Mrs. Harrington, it’s y/n from next door. I’m sorry to be calling so late but is Steve around? I was going to see if he could help me with a chemistry problem.”

“Oh, y/n, of course, let me grab him.” In the background you can hear Mrs. Harrington call for Steve, telling him you needed help with your chemistry homework. A few seconds later you hear Steve’s voice on the other end.

“So you need me, huh?” You let out a frustrated sigh, again wanting to slam your head into a wall. Definitely was a bad call to call Steve. He was never going to let you live this down. 

“Just for chem homework, that’s it.”

“Whatever you say, babe, I’ll be over in a few.” the line goes dead and you roll your eyes. You hear a knock on your front door a few minutes later. You ignore it, knowing your mom will let him in and he’ll find his own way to your room. It doesn’t take long before Steve barges in, shutting the door behind him and making himself at home on your bed.

You roll your eyes and grab your chem book from the floor, opening it to the page you were on and showing Steve the problem. “I don’t understand this.”

“Wait,” Steve lets out a surprised laugh. “You actually called me over here to do chem?”

“Obviously,” you exclaim. “Why else?”

“I thought maybe my charm and good looks had finally gotten to you.” He flashes you a smile and you roll your eyes. 

“Trust me,” you scoff, “You’re not my type.” 

“So, what is your type anyway?” Steve asks. 

“I haven’t exactly figured it out yet, but I know it’s not you. Now help me with this chem problem or leave.” 

Steve stands up and starts to head towards the door. “Where are you going?” you exclaim.

“I failed chem.” Steve shrugs. “So I guess I can’t help you.”

“Fuck me.” you exclaim, slamming your textbook shut and launching it across the room. You roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling. The room goes silent but you didn’t think you’d heard Steve leave yet. You glance up and see Steve standing by the still closed door, hand just ghosting over the door knob, eyes intently focused on you, biting his lip.

“What?” you exclaim. 

“What I wouldn’t give for you to be saying that to me in a different context.” 

You gulp loudly. “You’re obnoxious as hell and a pain in my ass, Harrington. I’d never be saying that to you in another context.”

Steve leaves his spot by the door and comes towards you, hovering over you on the bed. “Oh come on, you can’t honestly tell me the years of feuding and rivalry between neighbors wouldn’t make for some really, really good sex.”

At this point there is barely inches between you and Steve. Your breathing has quickened as you look into Steve’s dark eyes. You bite your lip as your eyes flicker down to Steve’s mouth. Before Steve can even process anything, your hands are tangled in his hair and you’ve covered his lips with yours. Steve lets out a groan as he presses your hips together. 

“Be quiet.” you shush him. “My parents are downstairs.”

“I forgot to tell you,” Steve says, his lips moving to pepper your neck with kisses, occasionally biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. “Your mom went next door to have a glass of wine with mine.”

“You planned this you little shit. You purposely got my mom out of the house, didn’t you?”

“You fucking bet I did because I’ve been dreaming out this day forever and I sure as hell was not going to have your mom interrupting.” 

Steve silences anymore talking by placing his lips onto yours. His hands find their way under your shirt and you shiver at the touch. Your hands are still tangled in his hair. You give it a light tug and Steve’s head falls back and the sexiest moan slips from his lips. You immediately attach your lips on his neck and roll him over so you’re stratling his waist. 

“Jesus, y/n.” your hands reach under his shirt and swiftly remove it. You begin to kiss down his chest until you get to right above his jeans. He lets out a groan as you begin to suck at the skin, letting your tongue run along the top of his jeans as you unbutton them. You sit back up, pulling your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest since you had no bra on underneath. Steve’s hands immediately find their way to your breasts, massaging them and running over your nipples with his thumb. You grid your hips down on his as he takes one nipple in his mouth. Your head falls backwards as a moan escapes your lips. You can feel Steve smile against your skin.

In one quick movement, you shove Steve back down onto the bed. He’s slightly taken aback by the unexpected display of dominance but you can tell he’s thoroughly enjoying it. You pull his jeans and underwear off in one swift movement and remove yourself from him just long enough to remove your own pants. 

Steve’s already hard and your hand finds his member, giving it a few pumps before you sink down on him. Steve’s eyes flutter shut and he bites his lip, a look of pure pleasure on his face. You’ve never seen anything so sexy. His hands grip your hips so hard you’re almost positive it’ll leave bruises. You start sliding up and down his cock slowly.

“Faster.” Steve gasps. You continue to go painfully slow, tormenting Steve because you can tell how badly he wants it.

“Faster, y/n, please.” he begs. You rock your hips forward quickly and Steve muffles a yell. You begin sliding up and down his member harder and harder as Steve begins to buck his hips up to meet yours. The feeling is like no sex you’ve ever had before. All the hate and feuding and rivalry is making it’s way out into pure pleasure.

Being so wrapped up in the pure bliss of it, you barely realize that Steve has flipped you both over and now is on top. The tip of his cock is teasing your entrance and you let our a whine. Your hands grip Steve’s shoulders, digging your nails in.

“Steve.” you breathe.

“You made me beg, babygirl, now it’s your turn.”

“Steve.” you plead.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me, please.” you beg. Without warning Steve slams into you, earning a scream of pleasure from you. His hips meet yours and you both near your orgasms. 

“Steve,” you mumble, trying to tell him you’re close but even without being able to get the words out he still seems to be able to understand what you’re trying to say.

“Cum for me, babygirl.” your walls clench as you find your release and after a few more sloppy thrusts from Steve he finishes as well. He collapses on top of you and you both lay there on your bed, a mess of sweaty bodies, trying to catch your breath.

“Now that, that’s out of the way, will you actually try and help me with Chem now?” you ask, earning a laugh from Steve. He grabs your discarded textbook from the floor and settles back next to you on the bed. 

[miss-noo-na]

“In Denial” (Sub!Jooheon Smut)

Title: In Denial

Featuring: Jooheon (Monsta X)  x Reader

POV: 2nd

Genre: Smutty smut. Submissive Jooheon, handcuffs, orgasm denial, etc.

Summary: Jooheon blows off your homecoming ritual, and needs to be punished for it.

Requested by anon! Now taking Halloween/Fall themed scenario requests.

Jooheon laid back, upper body propped against the headboard, his arms above his head, handcuffed to the metal frame. His white T-Shirt was disheveled, pushed up slightly so his lower stomach was visible.

His breathing was heavy, trying to maintain an even pattern. His half-lidded eyes glistened, mouth parted, cheeks flushed.

He tightened his hands into fists and shifted.

“Please.”

He hadn’t even been restrained that long, just enough for you to free his cock of the confines of his boxers. It stood at attention; rock hard with the tip gleaming, a pulse moving through it now and again causing it to twitch.  You hadn’t seen him in 3 months, and usually your reunions were passion-filled nights of ecstasy, but tonight was different. Tonight he didn’t deserve to have his way with your body.

“We’ve just gotten started. “ You said sweetly, reaching out and tracing one finger from the tip of his cock down the underside of his shaft. He sucked in a sharp intake of breath.

You moved to straddle his legs, fully clothed, adding extra restraint so he couldn’t get the leverage he needed to push up toward you.

“I guess you really need release, huh?” You asked with a smile. Not only had he not fucked you in months, he hadn’t come in a week or two due to his busy schedule touring and not having any privacy. You could tell by the way his stomach muscles clenched every time you touched him that he ached for you, and the pleasure he knew you could give him.

But he’d ruined his chances, blowing you off his first day home for something else. It was the first time he’d ever called you and asked to meet up a little later, when usually he was rushing home to throw you down and ravish you. You were taken aback by it, and knew immediately you were going to make him pay for it

“You didn’t seem to need it this bad when you first got home.” You said, voice dripping venomously. You used your finger to pull his shaft toward you, and then let it go, hearing it smack against the small of his stomach. He flinched and let out a tiny yelp, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I’m sorry, baby” Jooheon whined, the words spilling out from his lips in a desperate babble. “I just planned on being gone a couple hours; you know how much I want you. All the time.”

“We’re about to find out how much.” You grinned deviously at him, and his eyes widened a bit, shifting around some more, as if he could escape the impending torture.

You delicately encircled his length at the base with your fingers, holding him firmly, feeling his entire body tense up under you. Then, you slowly stroked upward, thumb grazing the underside of the head on the way up, and slowly back down again. Jooheon shuddered hard and panted out a wanton moan.

“Oh, god.”

You started into a rhythm, dragging your hand up and down his cock, gripping hard yet moving too leisurely to set him off. Jooheon tugged at the cuffs, staring down at your hand, little breathy sounds escaping his pouted mouth.

You’d never seen him produce so much precum before, it wept from the tip and slicked up the entirety of his cock with the help of your motions until it was audible, and you knew hearing it turned him on even more. It turned you on, too, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that, nor knowing you were getting just as wet between your own legs.

It felt like ages of torment for Jooheon, but an orgasm was finally building up. It started as a small twinge deep in his abdomen, and increased with each agonizing stroke of your hand. He got even flusher, and never tore his eyes away from your insistent motions, even though at times the pleasure was so great he had a hard time keeping his eyes open.

You knew his body so well, the way his breathing labored and all his muscles tightened up, and how he started making those little sounds in the back of his throat every time your thumb pressed over the tip.  

Finally he couldn’t help it, his eyes closed, his brow furrowing and his moans getting a little louder, in long “uhh” tones. His hips squirmed, as best they could under your restraint, and the cuffs clinking above his head.

He sank his teeth into his lower lip because he knew this was it, just a few more strokes and….

You pulled your hand up off him on the last stroke upward, taking away all contact.

Jooheon’s hips pressed upward of their own accord, trying to follow your stimulation, and he let out a distressed groan, eyes snapping open.

“Oh fuck.” He gulped, eyes narrowing at you as he pulled against his cuffs. He looked like he wanted to kill you and fuck the life out of you all at the same time.

“I’m sorry,” You started in a condescending tone. “Did you need something?”

He made a rough sound in his throat, akin to a growl, and it sent a spike of arousal through your core that you tried not to let him notice.

You toyed with him, waiting for him to come down off the peak yet remain unbearably turned on. Just light touches and strokes around his entire pelvic region. You even pushed your hands up inside his shirt to smooth over his chest, and every inch of inch skin trembled under your touch. The power you held over him was intoxicating.

You trailed the hands back down and encircled the base once more between your pointer and thumb on each hand, steadying him as you lent down and gave a hard, full lick to the underside of his cock. That harsh gaze fell away and his eyelids fluttered as a sweet whimper jolted out of him, as if he would completely lose himself from that single action.

“Pleasepleaseplease.” Jooheon begged, not getting enough air to even fully form his words.

You took the head into your mouth, looking up at him as you did so, smiling around his cock, and watched him let out a puff of breath he’d been holding in, thinking he was finally going to get some release. How wrong he was.

You began to bob, letting your mouth sink all the way to the base and back up, stroking over all the sensitive nerves with your tongue. He panted harshly, hips twitching and attempting to push up into your throat, but you’d back away every time he tried and he’d let out the most precious, fraught cries of frustration. Despite this, you both felt it building up, his cock getting harder and pressing against the roof of your mouth. His eyes had fallen shut and head fallen to one side, arms tense above his head.

Then you pulled off again.

He let out a strained yelp of aggravation, then a sobbing moan. “Oh please, let me cum.”

You couldn’t recall ever seeing him this hard and desperate for it before. The shaft and head had darkened in color, filled with blood pumping continuously through his pounding veins. He sounded like he wanted to cry, giving you a pitiful look that only turned you on more.

You stripped away your pants and underwear, smirking slightly when you saw him watching you, and how he tried to sit up in excitement for what was to come. Literally.

You grasped his shoulder as you threw one leg over his hips, mounting him and using your hand to guide him to your entrance. He moaned just from the tip touching the outside of your wetness.

You weren’t going to give it to him that easy, of course. You made your descent down on him as slow as possible, letting him fill you inch by inch.  At this point he barely knew what to do with himself.

“Oh god, I want you so bad. I’ve never wanted you more, I need to feel you.” He blathered, tugging on his handcuffs instinctually, wanting so much just to touch you.

You thought about making a quip about how he could’ve had you earlier today if he wanted it so bad, but that thought left your mind as you fully encased his cock inside you, a shaky moan leaving your lips at the feel of him. He’d always felt amazing, but with how hard and full he was tonight, it was different. Your thighs started to shake as you rose and fell steadily over him.

“Fuck, babygirl, please let me touch you.”

Now that he was stroking your inner walls so precisely, it was difficult to ignore what his voice did to you. You gripped his shirt on his shoulders and quickened your pace.

“I’m not so sure I believe you want it.” You managed to say, trying to keep your eyes open and trained on Jooheon’s face.

He whined, pulling hard on the cuffs and pushing his hips up into you. “Please, let me show you.”

You liked the sound of that, and plus you didn’t want him hurting himself. At this point he didn’t seem to care, his wrists rubbing raw against the metal.

You reached up and pressed on the release he wasn’t able to reach, and the cuffs came undone and fell off his wrists. His arms fell with it, and he gathered up what little strength he had to grab you by your waist and yank you forward into him, consuming your mouth in a deep kiss and slamming himself up inside you.

You cried out against his mouth before he pulled away and you buried your face in his neck, trying to meet every one of his frantic motions.  You knew he wasn’t going to last much longer after all your teasing, but you didn’t mind because this newfound friction was pushing you toward the edge.

“I need to feel you come all over my cock first.” He panted against your ear. “Give it to me, babygirl.”

You balled his shirt up in your fists and let out a long cry of release as your orgasm rocked your whole body. Jooheon wrapped his arms around your quaking form, pulling you flush against him as he came inside you with a deep groan.

You both slowed your motions until you stopped completely, head laying on his shoulder and his arms loosening their grip but still holding you close as he twitched underneath and inside of you still.

“As good as that was,” Jooheon sighed, still trying to catch his breath, “I’ll never come home late again.”

[neo-yeppeuda-taehyung]

머물러 ~ Jaebum {Smut}

Group: Got7 Member: Im Jaebum Type: Smut Warnings: Blowjob, Praise, unpatient?! Jaebum Word Count: 1752

머물러 Stay verb (used without object), stayed or staid, staying.1.to spend some time in a place, in a situation, with a person or group,etc.:

You were eyeing him closely in the mirror, propped on your elbow with a smile tugging on the edge of your lip. The power and grace in his lean, muscular frame never failed to make your heart beat faster, creating a yearning inside you that never waned. You wondered if you’d ever get used to the fact that such an incredible man loved you. You bit down on your lower lip as last night’s memories swam around in your head, creating a desperate need to feel his body on yours.

           “Can’t you just stay?” you pleated, the desperation reflecting in your tone, pouting at him in the mirror. He looked into the mirror as he wrapped the dark gray tie around his neck, under the collar of his shirt. “And risk being late to dinner with the chairman?” You dropped your head down on the bed and let out a frustrated sigh, shutting your eyes as you imagined his fingers on your skin, trailing down your body. He looked at you in the mirror, noticing the way you bit down on your lower lip, like you usually did when you desperately needed him to treat you like a man and giggled to himself.            “Mind tying my tie?” “Yes.” you simply answered, frustrated by his rejection. You heard footsteps inching closer and slowly opened your eyes to see Jaebum standing above you, holding his tie in one hand, smirking down at you sexily. You clicked your tongue at his demand and pushed yourself off the bed. You took the dark gray ends of the fabric from him and began to tie the knot. “Why are you making a bigger deal out of this then it has to be?” He adjusted your knot a little bit, teasing you, not looking at you. He just grinned. “Because I’ve seen the way his eyes glisten with desire whenever he sees you entering the room.” You pulled his tie slightly, bringing his face toward you, and let the corners of your mouth rise into a small sexy smile. “Yes, because I’m with you. The chairman is gay. He’s not into pussy.”            “A pity. Does he know what he’s missing?” he asked, touching your face. You let out a sensual sigh, knowing exactly what impact your words would have on him. “He said he tried but not his thing. I love him just the way he is and overall, I think he’s doing a great job making the love of my life into the person he always wanted to be.”            “Mmmm, sexy,” he said, kissing your lips lightly, “so how do I look?” You raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Too damn good.” 

He grinned broadly and shook his shoulders. He ran his hands down your arms and kissed your bare shoulder. “Have you any idea of gorgeous you are, Y/N?” You pulled him down by his tie, your lips only a hairs-breath away from his as your gaze met his. “Please stay.”

The overwhelming need to protect you encompassed him. The memory of last night filled his mind. The thought of having you under his control aroused him. You were breathing deeply and he was far too aware of your breasts rising and falling, straining against the black lingerie each time you inhaled. Jaebum tilted his head, moving closer and leaning forward to brush her lips lightly with his, wanting to kiss you to satisfy your yearning. He slid his hands from your shoulders to hold you loosely, not drawing you any closer to him as he continued to brush your lips slowly with his.            Your mouth opened beneath his, a soft, sweet invitation and he pressed his lips against yours, parting them wider as he thrust his tongue into your mouth. He heard your soft moan and his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against him. He bent over, his tongue leaving your mouth, then entering again with a slow deliberation. Your tongue touched his and he forgot his intentions of leaving you for the day. As he leaned over you, you wound your arms around his neck, your lips molding against him, your soft breasts pressing into him. You were supple, soft and eager, a woman to fill dreams and empty arms and empty nights. Your tongue slid into his mouth, exploring as he had done, creating a heat that was a torment. His body swelled and hardened in response as his hand wound in your hair.            He thrust his tongue deep into your mouth again, after hearing your moan and feeling his hips shift slightly against him. He slipped his hand from your waist, up over your ribs, touching your soft, full breast, feeling the hard nub press against the coarse muslin. He softly kissed your lips before your lips parted, making you whimper by the sudden loss of friction. With a swift movement, he ground his hardness against you as his passion pushed him past the point of reason. He removed a strand of hair blown across your face and tucked it behind your ear, his fingers lingering, stroking your jaw.             “You have twenty minutes.” he growled into your ear and pushed your body away from his.            As Jaebum flipped the first button of his jeans open, you couldn’t help but move your hands to your body, one to cup a breast, the other lower, sliding across your belly and down to your wet panties. Another button popped and briefly, his hands moved away. He stood there, jeans hanging partly open, revealing the white waistband of his shorts. Two more buttons and he pulled them down slowly. Jeans around his thighs, his manhood was filling out steadily, straining against the stretchy fabric of his shorts. He pushed his jeans down further, treading on them in order to kick his feet free. Now he stood in front of you. Lean, with a hard, muscular frame. Square shoulders, narrow waist and hips. You moved toward him, reached for him and pressed your palm against his hardness. Eyes locked on his, you dropped to your knees. Reached for the waistband of his shorts and tugged them partway down, revealing the broad base of his shaft, pointing downwards but straining so hard to stand free. You kissed him, closing your lips around the swollen end of his manhood through the fabric of his shorts. He tangled his lean hands in your hair and coaxed your face up to his. He searched your face for any sign of enjoyment and shook his head at your behavior, running his thumb over your cheek.            “No teasing tonight babygirl. We don’t have time.” With one hand you took the weight of his balls, and with the other you pulled his shorts down further until almost his full length was exposed. You moved your mouth upwards, passing the rucked up fabric of his shorts, finding the smoothness of the skin on his shaft, working your way up its length until your face was buried in his lap, your mouth wrapped around the base of his shaft. You pulled his shorts clear, felt his erect cock spring up, now only trapped by your mouth and face against him. You released it from your mouth, your fingers playing with the tip, spreading the precum over the head and using it to lubricate your hand as you slowly stroked him up and down. His grabbed your hair and pulled on it gently to add to the pleasure as he dropped his head back and moaned out quietly. Your soft tongue poked out and licked the tip. Then your lips parted and you slowly slid them over his cock. You rolled his balls around in your hand as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Jaebum brushed your hair away from your face so he could watch as his length slid through her lips and down the back of her throat. In and out, you expertly pleasured him.            This time he wouldn’t claim your face. This time he would let you do the work. He’d let you be in control. He could sense that you needed that. “You like my cock in your mouth?” he asked.            You murmured in the affirmative. The vibrations of your voice sending even more pleasure sensations up and down his shaft.

“Does it make you hot?” Again affirmative. You continued to move your lips up and down on him, your hand pumping what you couldn’t fit in. You looked up at him with an innocent smile playing on your lips and he bit down on his lower lip to suppress his whimpers as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and spat on his hand, lubricating his shaft with the natural fluid. You passionately watched him begin to eagerly pump his dick, his moans sounding like a beautiful harmony to your ears. He parted your lips with his fingers slightly and slid his length between them. He squeezed his eyes shut and gasped as you could taste the familiar salty taste invading your mouth.            “Shit.” he mumbled as you stuck out your tongue and licked him clean. His chest heaved heavily and he pulled you up to him, his mouth claiming yours in an intense kiss. Your body stiffened as he moved his hand over your thigh and his fingers slipped underneath your sweater, sliding up your back. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you, smiling down at you passionately.            “Now it’s my time to give back.” he moaned and leaned down, feeling his breath on your neck.

You jumped as you heard the front door slam shut and Jaebum dropped his head in frustration, letting out a deep sigh. He looked up at you apologetic before getting up to put on his outfit.            “Jaebum, are you ready?” a familiar voice called out and you chuckled when you noticed the annoyed expression on your boyfriend’s face. You turned to him and watched him putting on his outfit, leaving you for the second time today.            “I’ll finish this tonight.” he said as he adjusted the knot of his tie and winked. You simply nodded at his words. Jaebum moved towards the bed and leaned down to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.            “I love you.” he whispered before unlocking the door to your bedroom and stepping out. The laughter of his bandmates echoed through the apartment.

~Youngmi~

[sleepywinchester]

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 14

Summary: It’s been a rough week since Jensen confessed what happened in Rome.

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Hella Angst. Like... So much crying.

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Note: This is the first chapter that’ll focus on the aftermath.

Title: Broken

MASTERLIST

Day 01

Tonight wouldn’t be the last night you would fell asleep covered in your own tears. The first couple hours were a torment. Jensen’s words constantly echoing inside your mind, no matter how much you squeezed your eyes shut, they were still there like ghosts. You grunted staring at the ceiling, everything in this room reminded you of him. The pictures in the walls, his smell imprinted on the sheets, it was unbearable.

The morning after Genevieve found you sleeping  in JJ’s nursery floor.

“Y/N?” Gen softly woke you up.

Your eyelids have never felt so heavy. They were swollen and your eyes red from the intense and non stop crying. Your body felt weak and heavy at the same time. Genevieve helped to get you off the floor. A small and weak smile formed in your lips when you saw JJ’s sleeping peacefully in her crib. You wanted to be that peaceful and oblivious.

“She’s going to wake up soon…” You whispered.

“I’ll take care of JJ,” Gen said, still holding you. “Let’s get you in the room.”

You trusted Genevieve blindly to take care of you and your daughter. She led the way towards your bedroom. It was in the entrance that you stopped, staring at the inside with disgust. You weren’t ready to face your bedroom yet.

“I can’t,” your voice broke not being able to look into the room anymore.

Gen sighed deeply, she hold both of your arms, hugging you. It was so heartbreaking for her to see you in this state; so broken and so hopeless. She nodded and looked to the following room.

“Let’s get you to the guest room,” she said.

Genevieve made sure you were as comfortable as you could be. She covered you up with blankets, always asking if you needed anything every ten minutes. You kept constantly repeating that you were okay, that you only wanted to sleep.

Genevieve knew you weren’t okay. How could you after what Jensen did?

“Hey,” Gen strolled into the room with JJ in hands.

Your daughter was wearing a pink onesie with white bows. She hold onto Genevieve until her eyes found her mother. You forced a weak smile, “Hi, babygirl.”

“Want to nurse her?” Your best friend asked hoping for a yes.

JJ is used to have breast and normal milk but you always opted for nursing her. You nodded softly and hold her in your arms. JJ got closer to you, her hand touching your heart, that small gesture made a teardrop escape loose. Gen stayed with you until JJ was full and asleep, taking her to the nursery and leaving you to continue sleeping.

Day 02

The next day you woke up to a breakfast in bed. The tray had oatmeal and an even portion of eggs and strawberries. Your favorite breakfast but you didn’t had appetite at all. Genevieve convinced you to eat saying that you needed to be strong for your daughter. You were so weak that Gen ended up feeding you.

“I can’t believe he did that to me,” you said quietly.

Gen’s entire face expression portrayed sadness. She hated to see you like this, she hated to see Jensen like this. He was staying in her house. They both were equally broken and miserable. While Gen was feeding you, Jared was back at the house feeding Jensen.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Gen said.

You shrugged, starting to feel hopeless and lost.

“I-,” you sighed, holding back the tears. “What am I going to do?”

“You’ll figure it out... “ She said, caressing your arm, “You’re strong, Y/N.”

You shook your head, the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I thought I was but-,” you sobbed, “I’m not.”

In that moment you lean over and cried over Genevieve’s shoulder. She hold you down, comforting you the best way she could, being there for you.

Day 03.

Sadness acted as a tranquilizer drug, numbing your body and soul. You kept staring with a blank look at the wall in your bathroom. Sitting inside the full bathtub in silence. You hugged your legs onto your chest tightly as you weren’t safe in here. Only listening to the soft water movements.

Suddenly you let your entire body fell backwards and going under water.

 You hold your breath until your lungs started to beg for air but you didn’t respond. You stayed numb under water. It wasn’t until flashes of your daughter’s smile began to blur inside your mind. You could listen to her giggles in the distance. It was there when you decided to break free, gasping for fresh air.

You didn’t left the tub quickly, you stayed a couple of more minutes, rubbing your eyes, hesitant to the idea of walking out of those four walls. Standing up you let the bathtub drain the water and hoped for the sadness away. You turned on the shower and stayed under the running water for a while. It was the first soothing feeling you’ve had in three days.

“I need to be strong for her,” you whispered to yourself.

After putting on a fresh set of jeans and white t-shirt, you decided it was time to get out of the room. Jared and Genevieve instantly looked at you and smiled as you walked down the stairs. You forced yourself to return the smile.

It was fake smile, you didn't felt happy but at least you were trying.

“Hey,” Jared greeted while holding JJ, his eyes were deeply concerned.

You faked another smile. “Hi,” you looked down at JJ. “Can I?”

“Of course,” Jared quickly said and handled her over gently.

“Are you hungry?” Gen quickly asked.

She saw the way your under eyes were beginning to look hollow. Genevieve was worried that you weren’t eating enough. She was worried that you would develop depression.

Your eyes never let go of JJ. “I could eat a soup.”

“Coming right up,” Gen gave you a soft smile and walked into the kitchen.

Walking around the sofa, you sat with JJ and Jared by your side.

You looked at him, “She ate?”

“Just now,” Jared said. “Y/N-”

“Don’t,” you spoke without looking into his eyes.

“But-,” Jared said.

“I don’t want to talk about him, Jared.” Your focus still on JJ.

“You need to,” he softly said. “He’s a wreck-,”

“He’s wreck?” You glared at Jared. “What the hell am I?” You felt the lump in your throat growing in that instant. “I said, I don’t want to talk about him. Please.”

“She’s right, Jared,” Gen joined, her voice soothing. “She needs time to heal.”

It wasn’t Jared’s intention to make you uncomfortable, it was in his nature to try to amend things. The only problem is that this wasn’t his problem to fix.

Day 04

Jules woke you up this day by constantly licking your hand.

“Okay, okay,” you mumbled, forcing yourself getting out of bed.

JJ’s morning routine was easy and quick. You changed her diaper, made her breakfast, washed her and put her into a new set of clothes. Jules followed closely as you walked down stairs with JJ on arms. The baby girl giggling every time Jules would do anything.

“Da-da,” JJ mumbled when her eyes found a picture of Jensen in the wall.

You swallowed down, shutting your eyes for a moment.

“He’s-,” you cleared your throat, “you’ll see him soon, baby girl.”

You kissed her soft hair before placing her inside the pink playground. You huffed a soft laugh watching her crawl quickly to her toys. The rest of the day went very slow but it wasn’t as crappy as the previous ones. You did your best to stay busy and away from any communications. You haven’t laid eyes on your phone since Tuesday and you weren’t planning on doing so any time soon. You weren’t ready to face the world yet.

Day 05

“Good morning,” Genevieve greeted as she strolled into the kitchen holding a brown bag.

“Please tell me those are bagels.” You muttered before taking a sip of your coffee.

Gen chuckled, “They are.”

She served them over a plate, taking the cream cheese out of the fridge. Gen poured herself coffee before taking a seat in the stool beside you.  

“How are you feeling?” She asked, her tone was soft and caring.

You swallowed the bagel bite and shrugged.

“I don’t feel like dying anymore,” you said with honestly. “Guess that’s some progress.”

“It is some progress,” Gen smiled.

“Yay me,” you mumbled without humour.

Genevieve flashed a grin but she knew you weren’t joking yet you were trying to humour yourself out of being miserable. “Have you talked with your mom?” She asked.

Shaking your head, you slide the plate with the half eaten bagel forward. Clapping the crumbs away from your hands and turning back to Gen. “I don’t even know where my phone is.”

“Is,” Gen stood up from the stool. She reached a cabinet and took the cellphone out. “Here. I put it away and turned it off… knew you wanted to be left alone.”

Your eyes focused on the iPhone for a while. Genevieve was right; you did wanted to be left alone and forget about the world. You sighed as you pressed the button on the right, turning the device on. It took a couple seconds for your phone stop ringing. Countless messages and missed calls showing on your notification center. You bit your lower lip staring at Jensen’s name on most of the calls and messages.

“You don’t have to talk to no one if you’re not ready,” Gen said.

“I have to at some point,” you told her.

Gen took your phone and turned it off. “When you’re ready, you know when it’s hidden.”

She put it back on place and had her seat next to you.

“Thank you,” you told her. “If it wasn’t for you-,” you hold on the tears, “just thank you.”

“Hey,” Gen hold up your chin. “I’ll always be here.”

Day 06

You woke up with enough courage to confront the person that brought you to life. Your heart beat faster and faster with every ring. It wasn’t until she responded the face-time call that you gasped for air. Seeing your mother’s face was very comforting.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she gave you her motherly smile.

You faked a smile, “Hey mom.”

“You’ve been so distant,” she said. “I’ve been trying to reach you for the past days.”

You could feel the tears slowly building up once again. “I’m good,” you tried your best to kept the sadness and heartbreak hidden. “I’m just-,”

“Honey,” your mother spoke concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Ja-,” you cleared your throat, “Jensen… He- Um.” You tried to said the word but there was too much shame. You couldn’t say it outloud. You couldn’t and didn’t want accept the reality.

“Oh darling,” your mother sighed. She could see the heartbreak in your eyes and tears. Her motherly intuition telling her what was happening. “I’m so sorry.”

“He-,” you mumbled, scared of saying the word. “He cheated, mom.”

Your mother shut her eyes, tears began to go down her cheeks. She caressed her forehead, holding onto her own emotions. “He’s so in love with you… How-,”

“He got drunk,” you muttered… “I feel so worthless…”

“Where’s JJ?” She asked worried.

“She’s taking a nap,” you said. “She’s good, mom… Gen has been helping me out.” You looked at your mother in the eye. “I don’t know what to do, mom… I feel like my entire life crumbled down. I-,” you sobbed looking away.

“Hey,” you mother captured your attention. “You’re going to get through this. It hurts like hell. I know but you’ll get through this.”

“How?”

“Fighting the urge to stay in bed every day.” Your mom spoke fiercely. “You’re going to get through this and it won’t be because you need to but because you have to. You have a daughter that depends on your well being for her to be okay.”

You looked down to your hand, noticing that you still had the ring on. “What about this?” You turned back to your mom, showing the engagement ring. “Is in less than two months… I can’t just-”

“Yes, you can,” she said, “if it’s what you feel, if that’s what you want, do it.”

“I don’t want to, I love him.” You cried and shook your head. “I don’t even know what I want anymore.”

“You’ll discover it with time,” she said. “Just remember that there’s a little girl whose doesn’t have fault of anything that’s happening. She still needs her father, Y/N.”

“I know,” you told her, “I- I would never keep her away from him. He’s her father…”

“You’ll have to work something out for her.” Your mother said.

“I know,” you repeated. 

In that moment JJ began to cry. “She’s up - I have to go.”

“Sweetie,” your mom spoke, “I can take the first flight over.”

Shaking your head saying ‘no’. “Don’t bother,” you told her. “I’m flying to LA soon. Can you prepare your old apartment for me?”

Your mother nodded, “Already on it, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you too,” you said before ending the call.

Day 07.

You were very hesitant of logging into your computer. Countless unread emails from work, family and wedding issues, flooding your inbox. You let out a big and sharp breath. Covering your face with both hands, you began to massage your temples. Another worthless attempt for self soothing.

It was eight pm, JJ was peacefully asleep and you needed a drink. You stood up from the stool and reached the wine fridge, grabbing the first open bottle that came to sight. You also grabbed the first wine glass that you saw and filled it with the bloody colored licor.

You began to walk around your house, purposely ignoring the family picture still on the walls. A flashback of the greatest memories replaying inside your mind. You kept walking until finding yourself inside the master bedroom. It was the first time in a week that you found the guts to get yourself to walk in. You took the last sip of the glass and shifted into sipping from the bottle. Leaving the bottle over the closet counter as you grabbed your wedding gown off it’s bag.

Once it was hanged in front; you took a moment to take it’s beauty. It was truly beautiful and pure… but you weren’t that anymore, your relationship wasn’t that anymore.

Your love with Jensen wasn’t pure anymore.

You didn’t hesitate when you began to pour the red wine on top of the dress. You watched how slowly drip down, staining the dress from the top to the bottom.

The sound of the front door’s bell made you snap away from the trance. You walked downstairs, with the almost empty bottle of wine in hand. You opened carelessly, thinking it was Gen making sure you haven’t slit your wrist or done something stupid.

But it wasn’t Gen who waited for you on the other side, it was Jensen.

You took a deep breath in, feeling the familiar ache inside your heart.

“Hey,” Jensen’s voice was gruff.

Jared wasn’t kidding when he said Jensen was a completely wreck. Jensen’s under eyes were darker and hollow, he hasn’t been sleeping at all. His green eyes were accompanied by a shade of red. This letting you how much he’s been crying.

Even though he looked miserable, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“You’ve been drinking?” Jensen cocked an eyebrow confused and worried.

You glanced down, taking a deep breath before speaking. “More like spilling it around but yes,” you took a mouthful sip of the wine. “Come in. We have to talk.”

He followed your steps into the living room in silence. Afraid of saying or looking you the wrong way. Jensen tried to seat next to you but you hold a hand on the air.

“No.” You looked at the couch next to yours. “There.”

Jensen nodded and sat where you told him without any complain. He looked at you, not recognizing the woman staring back at him. You looked so cold and broken in his eyes.

“I’m sor-,” he began to say.

“-stop,” you cut him off. “Stop saying you’re sorry.” You snapped, tired and over his apologies. “You saying how sorry and drunk you were, won’t change what happened. It will not make things better, Jensen.”

Jensen clenched his jaw, holding both of his hands together. You were right; no matter how much he apologized, it wouldn’t make things better. “I just want everything to be as it was…” He looked you in the eye, “I want my family back.”

You were so nervous that you hold your hands together as well. The fingers of your right hand playing with your engagement ring. He was staring at you, it was palpable.

“I never meant to hurt you, Y/N,” Jensen’s voice broke. “You know that.”

“You didn’t just hurt me, Jensen.” You hesitated to look him in the eye. Tears began to run down your face and his. “You broke me. You broke what we had. Our love-,” you bit your lower lip, taking a brief pause not to burst into sobs. “Our love was pure and you broke it.”

Jensen nodded, the tears running down. “We can fix it-,”

“No,” you shook your head.

“We can,” Jensen stood up and knelt in front of you. “We can.”

“No.” You looked into his eyes, crying hopelessly.

Jensen shook his head as you took the engagement ring off. He pulled back when you grabbed his hand and placed the piece of jewelry on it. Jensen dropped his head above the hand, completely tearful.

It was in that moment that Jensen’s world fell over him. “Please,” he begged in tears. “Give me a chance. Think about us, about our life-” he looked up, “our daughter.”

“Don’t pull the daughter card, Jensen.” you told him. “Were you thinking about us, our life, our daughter, when you screw that skank?” You spatted. “I don’t think so.”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Jensen said. “I would never do that in my right mind, Y/N. I love you.”

“You did it,” you couldn’t hold back the tears. “I can’t do this.”

He sighed sharply, “What about JJ? What about work? Are we going to just ignore each other?”

“JJ will always be your daughter. I can’t be selfish with our daughter. She doesn’t have any fault in this but she is the only relation we are going to have from now on.” You pulled your hand back from his. “We are professionals, we can leave our private life out of set…”

“Please-,” Jensen begged.

You stood up, walking away from him and staying in the kitchen. He stayed in the floor, broken and helpless. He dammed the day he decided going in that trip without you.

“I’m going to LA with JJ…”

Your words made Jensen look instantly up. “What?” He stood up.

You swallowed, “I’m not going to stay in here… too many memories”

“You can’t do this,” Jensen shook his head. “You don’t have to leave to Los Angeles.”

“I need this time,” you told him.

Jensen sucked in air, controlling his temperament and disagreement. “Okay. Can I go see her?”

“Sure,” you said and watched him walk upstairs.

He stayed in JJ’s nursery for a while. You walked upstairs and listened to him sing to her. Jensen also apologized to his daughter a thousand times before  telling her how much he loved her. You followed Jensen downstairs, you both stood in silence in the front door. It was very late, dark and cold outside but neither of you could seem to notice.

Jensen stared deeply at your eyes. He wasn’t just looking at you… He was taking you in, memorizing every single feature in your face. He was saying goodbye. Jensen knew that time would pass before seeing you again.

“I love you,” he said quietly, a tear falling down his face. “I’ve always have and I’ve always will.”

You loved him too and you hated him at the same time.

“I’m sorry,” Jensen said before turning around and leaving.

Watching him leave felt just like day one, heavy, numb and hopeless.

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The Unspoken Game

A/N: So like said before I wasn’t ever going to post this because this was orginally for Chloe who’s been a little ran down lately. So no judgements ! This is a Thomas fic WHO I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ABOUT EVER ! BE PROUD OF ME LOL ! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I know that Chloe did !

Dedicated to: @writing-obrien​

Warning: God, the smut tho. I’m just be warned.

Word count: 2714

Ever since Thomas stepped into the Glade, I knew there was something different about him. I'd seen boys come into the Glade with all kind of reactions, but none were more peculiar than his. I watch him his first day as he bolted, running straight for the Maze before tripping over his own feet. It gave us all a laugh, that's for sure. But I couldn't help but wonder why that was his first instinct.

When I showed up in the Glade, I hid in the woods. Being surrounded by so many guys was intimidating to say the least. It took Newt and Alby, a day and a half to coax me out of there. Now, I wasn't intimidated by anyone of these shanks. Nor was I interested in them, to Gally’s dismay.

That is until Thomas showed up. He's the only one of the guys to ever come through the hole that ever ignited that spark in me. I shied away from him at first, not sure what it was that I was feeling. But that all changed on his second day in the Glade when doing his part chopping some of the spruce trees for wood. The sun shone bright in the sky above us, making the day hot. I'd already thrown my hair in a bun and knotted my shirt so that a little bit of my midriff showed through. I was helping Chuck picking some of the ripened crops for Fry Pan, when I stood up straight stretching out my back.

I saw him across the way, the machete in his hand, chopping diligently at the trees. He stopped, though, wiping the sweat from his brow and in one swift movement, pulled off his shirt. My breath hitched when it happened. He's body was lean and slightly toned, with traces of hair on his chest. A little lower, was a dark patch of hair that disappeared into his pants.

I couldn't stop myself from staring at the dirty mess off a boy, sweaty and shirtless. Which didn't go unnoticed by him. He looked around him, gauging whether it was actually him that I was eye fucking. When he was satisfied that I was, he turned back, his eyes sweeping over my body. I could feel my cheeks reddening and it wasn't from the blistering sun.

From then on Thomas and I played this unspoken game of let's eye fuck each other as much as possible whenever we're around each other. But Alby made sure it never went farther than that. He was hell bent on having the only girl stay pure, whatever that meant. So all attempts on sneaking off were halted by Ably or Newt or even Gally who I suspected was doing it more out of jealousy than anything else. Finally I gave up. What was the point of eye candy if you couldn't indulge every once in awhile?

I avoided Thomas at all cost. I hung out with Gally more, started working in the huts instead of out in Glade, and only ate when everyone else was finish so I didn't chance sitting at the same table with Thomas. There was a lot of late night masterbation, but it's what I had to do to keep my mind off of him.

That is until one night, I was in the map room reorganising the maps for the runners. Minho felt that they may have ran the same course several times and asked me to throw out all the repeat maps. I'd spent hours doing this and I needed to take a break. I sat down in one of the makeshift chair, slouching slightly. I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander and of course it wandered to to Thomas. I imagined him hot and sweaty returning for Maze. He would walk up to me, his skin glistening.

“Hi beautiful.” He would say.

I would be intoxicated by the way his breath washed over my face. I could feel my panties dampen as my imagination ran wild. My hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts and grazing over the button of my jeans teasingly.

“Thomas, what are you doing here?” I would ask him, except I knew why he was there.

He would smile, running the back his knuckles over my cheek before pulling me into a kiss. His lips would be slightly chapped, but moved expertly with mine. He'd pull out of the kiss just to place his lips along my jawline, working them up to my ear.

“I'm here to wreck you, baby.”

I gasped as I popped my button and pull down my zipper, giving me perfect access to slip my hand into my pants. I plunged my middle finger into my slick folds, browsing tentatively over my clit. I sighed at the feeling, imagining Thomas now on his knees in front of me. His lips wrapped around my bundle of nerves, sucking and nibbling. I moaned, whirling my fingers around in a circular design. I bit my lip as I allowed my other hand to slip underneath my shirt, twisting and pulling on my nipples.

“Thomas.” I breathed aloud.

I could almost see his tongue, lapping at my clit as he sank his perfect fingers into my pussy. I whimpered at the thought moving my fingers faster. I wouldn't need to insert fingers this time to come because I was so close already.

“Fuck Thomas, please. Make me come.”

I didn't mean to say the words out loud, but I couldn't help it. I wanted this, I wanted him and I need to release myself of the sexual tension that had been pent up since the moment Thomas step foot in the Glade. My orgasm was close it was right there, my fingers were working me over so well. It would take much more…

“Come for me baby.”

And I did, his low gruffly tone pushing me to it. I bucked my hips, my back arching as I rode out my delirious high. But it wasn't until I was coming down that I realised that I hadn't imagined him saying that, I was sure I'd actually heard it. My eyes sprang open to see Thomas standing there, sexy as ever and an obvious bulge protruding from his pants. I scrambled to try and gather myself, embarrassment setting in rapidly.

“Thomas, eh-what the hell-I was just-” I stuttered.

“You were just what baby? Imagining my fucking cock ramming into you? Thinking about me bending you over this table and fucking you so hard that the whole Glade heard your screams?”

I gulped, unsure of how to answer. I couldn't deny him, because what he just witnessed answered all those question. Yes, that exactly what I wanted.

“Because I have.” He finished, and I wasn't sure why but I was surprised by this. I knew we eye fucked, but I wasn't sure if he ever thought about me like that for real.

“Have you now?” I said more confidently than I felt.

“Oh, you know I have.” He said deeply as he closed the distance between us.

We were so close I could almost feel his body heat. He placed both of his hands on either side of my face and pulled it in to meet his lips. They were softer than I thought they would be and so fucking dominating. I felt him coax my mouth open enough to sneak his tongue in. He didn't even give me a chance to fight for supremacy as his tongue rolled over mine. I balled my fist into his shirt, pulling him impossible closer. I wondered idly want his mouth would feel like in other places…

He pulled away finally, allowing us to catch our breaths. He rested his forehead on mine, nudging our noses slightly. “You have the softest lips.” He murmured, brushing his thumb over them. “I want to feel them around my cock.”

My pussy ached at his words and I whimper as I stared into his eyes. I wanted to taste him so bad so I didn't have to be told twice to drop to my knees and start undoing his pants. He watched me, eyes never leaving mine. I pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock springing free from his confinements. I could see the precum shimmering off his tip, inviting me in. I folded my hand around his shaft, a hiss escaping his mouth. I ran my tongue over his tip, consuming the salty flavour. His hand found my hair instantly, his nails scraping my scalp as he fisted into it.

“Don't tease me, baby.” He growled.

I smiled, finally drawing his dick into my mouth. He tapped the back of my throat and I gagged around him, another sound erupting from him. I smirked, before hollowing my cheeks and sliding up and down around his hard member. I looked up at him through my lashes  to find him with his head tilted backward and mouth slightly agape. I pulled him out of with a pop, getting an idea. He whined at the loss only for a second until he felt me start sucking on his balls. The sound that came from him wasn't human but it was exhilarating. I started pumping him as sucked, his grip tightening in my hair.

“Fuck, I don't want to cum yet but this feels so fucking good.” I hummed around him in response.

“That's it.” He roared, pulling me up to my feet by underneath my arms and pushing me over to the map table. It scraped against the floor slightly, but we both ignored it as Thomas grabbed the top of my still open jeans and pulled them down and off my body. My core was dripping as he pushed me flush against the table.

“Please Thomas.” I mewled, as he ran his tip in between my folds, hitting my still sensitive clit.

“What baby? What do you want?” He teased.

“I need you.”

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He demanded, lining up with my entrance.

“I want you so fucking bad, Tommy.”

He rammed into me at the nickname. I cried out as he still allowing me to adjust to his size. He was buried to the hilt, his hands finding my waist and tightening around it.

“You don't know how bad I've wanted to do this.” He groaned and began moving in me slowly. My whole body was buzzing, wanton and ready. His slow speed was surely only another way to torment me.

“Tommy faster, please!” I whined, turning my head as best I could to see him.

He chuckled but obliged picking up his speed until his skin was slapping against mine. The sound echoed in the empty room. I could feel myself ready to slip over the edge. He quickly grabbed me by the hair with his fist, pulling me up to him. All while still pounding into me, relentlessly.

“You like that babygirl?” He barked into my ear.

“Yes!” I called out, his hips thrust mine into the table in front of us.

I felt him move his hands around to my front and roam over my body. The sensations were becoming too much and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Suddenly, I felt him grab the collar of my shirt and pull, ripping the thin material of my shirt. He growled, grasping both of my tits.

“God, these are so perfect.” He slammed into me harder my climax so close.

But then voices from outside halted us. It was definitely Alby with god knows how many other people.

“Shit, Thomas! What do we do?” I panicked grabbing my pants from the floor and doing my best to remend, unsuccessfully, my shirt.

He swivelled his head around before spotting something. “This way!”

He was awkwardly holding his pants with one and grabbing me by the arm with the other. He lead me to the back of the hut, to what looked like just a wall. But he pressed it and it open, coming out of the wall. Thomas pulled it open and threw me in, closing the door behind us. The boy's voice filled the room and I scrabbled to redress, but Thomas stopped me by grabbing the pants from me and throwing them to the ground.

“What the f-” I began, but he cut me off, his lips crashing into mine.

He pinned to the back wall of the small space, both of his arms on either side of my head. His pants were down around his ankles and I began pumping his erection. He hummed into my mouth, grabbing both of my wrists in one of his hands and placing them up above my head.

“Don't fucking move. Don't make a sound.” He whispered.

I nodded and he spun me around. I was pressed into the stick made wall. They poked into me, but I barely noticed as he plunged into me again. I almost screamed, but a hand slapped over my mouth muffling it.

“Quiet baby girl, we don't want to get caught.” The gruff sound of his voice was enough for me to come all over his cock, but it was when he began kneading my breast that finally took me. All my senses were alive buzzing and humming as I saturated his dick with all my juices. My sounds trapped by his hand.

He pounded into my letting me come down from my high and just as I finished mine, he hit his. He pulled out of me, pumping himself as hot come flowed out and over his hand. He hissed and sighed, both of us trying to keep quiet while the other boys were just feet away.

I pulled my pants on as her discarded his shirt, wiping the white substance from his hands. I looked down at my shirt, trying to figure out how I was going to make it fifteen feet in the Glade before someone noticed my tits hanging out. Thomas pulled me from my thoughts, grabbing my chin roughly and pulling it up to him.

“You know why I just fucked the shit out of you?” He barked lowly, his brown eyes scanning mine.

I shook my head, because I didn't. I hadn't talked to Thomas in weeks and he comes out of nowhere and give me the best orgasm of my life? No I didn't know.

“Because you ignored me and I don't like being ignored. That was a punishment. There will be more where that came from if it ever happens again.”

I gulped, nodding my head. He let go of my chin, his eyes hungrily looking over my breasts. I bit my lip, knowing he was thinking what I was thinking. We were both ready for round two.

“Where's Thomas?” Alby’s deep voice sounded.

“I don't know. I haven seen him seen our run.” Minho replied.

“Ol’ shank is probably already grubbin down.” Gally spat.

“Well he's got the right idea, let's join him and the other gladers .” Alby commanded and they all followed him out, the door shutting loudly behind them.

I watched Thomas, half expecting our round two to start right now. But instead, he open the secret door and began walking towards the exit.

“Thomas,” I called, feeling like it was the first time I'd talked all day. He paused and turned, looking slightly over his shoulder. He smirked but didn't respond, just continued to walk out of the hut.

It was quite now, only the sound of my heart beat filling my ears. Was he still punishing me? Was leaving me here, shirt torn and horny enough to ride Gally his end game? I knew that answer, it was. But I would not let him have the upper hand. If he wanted to play, then I was game. I looked down at my bare breasts and open shirt, an idea sparking in my brain.

I took the two halves, tying them over one another and finishing with a knot. The new shirt showed off my stomach completely, the two halves now only covering my tits but not without leaving an enormous about if cleavage. I smiled to myself walking out of the hut.

This should be fun.