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belovedbangtan · 4 years

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𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3.5k

𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: Based on the song Simple Things by Miguel! Highly recommend listening to the song before reading! (song fic request are my FAV, give me more please!?)

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Weed Smoking, Language, Sexual Content: grinding, teasing, nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (be safe!), Dom!jk, Sub!Reader if you squint, After care? Its also really fucking cute and fluffy.

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A cloud of smoke hung in the air, as you press the joint to your lips. Inhaling deeply, feeling the familiar burn in your throat. Some new r&b track playing softly in the background. Jungkook’s long legs resting comfortably over your lap, you pass him the joint. He sets his phone to the side to sit up and take it from you. As mundane as it sounds, this had become somewhat comfortable for the two of you. He blows the smoke out, passing it back for you to finish. Placing the remainder in the ashtray as Jungkook starts laughing hysterically, his infamous cackle bouncing off the walls; easily one of your favorite sounds.

“This video was from last year, watch this…” He sits up bringing the phone close to your face. You watch an extremely drunk Jimin dancing chaotically in the middle of a crowded club. The phone pans to the VIP section, and Taehyung hyping him up. You don’t miss the obnoxiously attractive women that crowd the same area. Your eyes widen and you start to laugh too. It reminded you of when you and Jungkook had first started dating. For the first few months, every weekend was spent with your friends in overcrowded clubs. Fun times, no doubt, but you were happy with your new normal.

Jungkook dismisses himself to the kitchen, mumbling something about having the munchies. You giggle at your predictable boyfriend, extending your legs into the spot where he was laying. Pulling up Snap Chat on your phone, not surprised to see Jimin and Taehyung’s stories. Almost as if they were trying to replicate the memory Jungkook just showed you from a year ago. Drunk as hell, beautiful women, VIP section, it was something to envy from the outside looking in.

You laugh to yourself, thinking back on your own memories. At the start of your relationship, seven months ago, it was much different. Frequently bar hopping with friends whenever we were able to. Once we discovered that we preferred just being in each other’s company, the partying slowly came to an end. You were happy with that though. You loved smoking and hanging out with your best friend, who also happened to be your boyfriend. You find yourself replaying Jimin and Taehyungs story, until you click on Jungkook’s; nothing. Peaking behind you to see him finishing off an apple, you start to think.

You were comfortable with spending your nights like this. Having moved in with each other a month ago, you loved being able to spend your free nights together. Watching a movie, cuddled up on the couch, listening to music, experimenting with food. Whatever you did, it made you happy. This was the first time you wondered if maybe he felt different than you. What if he wants to go out but doesn’t say anything because he knows how much you love staying home?

You get up from your spot on the couch, a stolen pair of Jungkook’s sweatpants hanging around your hips, while his t-shirt hides all your curves. He’s singing to the soft sounds coming from the speaker, and he looks so ethereal. His long bouncy waves, floating back and forth over his eyes; always made you want to brush his hair back. His outfit matching yours since you were wearing his clothes. The grey sweatpants looking sexier on him than on you, although he would argue that statement.

You hop onto the countertop letting your legs hang over, “Do you want to go out?” you blurt out, attempting to sound nonchalant.

He pauses, quickly turning to look at you. His face screwing up with confusion, “What? Like… tonight?”

You press your lips into a hard line nodding at him, which only makes him look more confused.

“Right now? You want to go out?” He asks you again to confirm as he slots himself in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your waist, letting his thumbs slide against the inside of your waist band.

“I mean, if you want to. I’m good with whatever,” You murmur, still attempting to be nonchalant.

“Well… if you don’t want to go out… why would I?” He giggles softly before pressing his lips to your nose.

“I thought maybe you’d want to party with Jimin and Tae, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out,” you try explaining simply.

He tilts his head to the side, seeing straight through your bullshit.

“Actually, I do wanna go somewhere,” He starts, pulling back and walking over to where our shoes are laying, “walk to the grocery store with me, we have like no food.”

You roll your eyes but you follow his lead slipping your shoes on. The grocery store was in walking distance, which was quite dangerous when you both had the munchies.

The wind is harsh but overall, the night is beautiful. The street is on the quieter side since its late into the night. Jungkook pulls your hand out of your hoodie and laces his fingers with yours before putting both into his hoodie. You look up to see him already smiling down at you.

“Baby, why did you ask me to go out tonight, honestly?” his voice is soft and laced with curiosity.

You sigh. You try not to feel insecure, but it was hard with him. He was perfect in your eyes, and you were… well, you weren’t perfect by any means. You constantly wondered if he would want something more, something that you couldn’t offer him. What if he needed more adventure or someone that was in his league? The bottom line was, you knew there was someone out there that could give him that; and it intimidated you.

“I don’t know, it’s just been awhile since we’ve gone out.” You tell him, although its true you know you’re lying to him.

“But you didn’t want to go out, so what would you have done if I had said yes?” He chuckles raising his brows to you.

“I would have gone, I just want to make you happy,” You look up to him and smile.

“I am happy. Right here, with you,” He leans down and kisses your cheek, ”You know that right?”

You force a smile and nod, and he seems to pick up on your hesitation, but he lets it go for now.

Your cloudy eyes scan over the chip section, while Jungkook goes to a different isle to pick out ice cream. Decision making wasn’t your strong suit, so he found you in the same isle 5 minutes later still debating.

“Okay, like spicy or cheesy? You know I hate making decisions!” You pout holding up the two bags.

He chuckles coming closer to see what the options are, “For you, my lady,” He says taking both bags from your hands and putting them in the cart. You start to giggle, reaching out to hug him.

You walk through a few more isles deciding you want to get some noodles for an actual meal. You’re debating on what kind to get, when he freezes in the middle of the conversation. Instantly you stop talking wondering what the hell has your boyfriend’s attention.

Within a few seconds you know, “Oh, if that’s what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours,” Jungkook starts singing to you in the middle of the isle. His newfound love for the song 10,000 hours was intense, he was constantly singing it to you. Your eyes widen and you start to giggle, taking his hand when he holds it out to you. He spins you into him still singing incredibly loud for a grocery store. His pulls you in and you sway to the music, still unable to control your laughing. You back away from him and you start doing ‘tik-tok’ dance moves to the pop song, Jungkook’s voice cracks as he starts to laugh at you. Within seconds he’s right there with you mimicking your dance moves, you’re both dying from laughter.

You jump when you turn around to see an old couple watching you and giggling.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry!” You start laughing moving the cart out of the way while Jungkook quickly picks up the noodles and throws them into the cart.

“Please don’t apologize, you remind us of when we were younger,” The old man starts, looking at this wife adoringly, “It’s something special, to be in love with your best friend!”

You and Jungkook’s cheeks are burning red, as you hear the sweet compliment.

“It really is,” Jungkook agrees softly before looking at you, eyes filled with the same adoration as the old man.

You finally check out and begin your trek home, Jungkook insisting on carrying all the bags if you feed him some gummy bears. His left arm hangs around your shoulder while you alternate giving him a gummy bear, then yourself.

“Those were some pretty sweet moves back there,” he giggles

You start to laugh again shrugging your shoulders, “Yeah… yours were alright,” you mock. Jungkook gasps sarcastically.

“If I didn’t have this bag of food, I would dance battle you right here!”

“You mean… you would lose a dance battle right here?” You say confidently, before your start to giggle. You slowly look up at him only to see him glaring down at you jokingly, you reach up pressing a red gummy to his lips. You can’t help the belly laugh when he quickly nips the gummy out of your fingers nearly biting you.

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Finally, back home, he made the noodles as soon as you stepped into the house. Both of you singing loud to the music that plays in the background. You switch back and forth between both bags of chips, doing a happy dance when the flavors hit your tongue. His giggle pulls you from your food daze.

“Why are you laughing at me!” You push your lips out pouting as you crunch.

“Your little food dance, it’s one of my favorite things you do,” He imitates you with your little butt wiggle you do while he brings his noodles to his mouth.

“That’s not it,” you giggle showing him what you actually do, “you have to move your shoulders too!” You demonstrate taking a bite of your own noodles.

“Why are you so cute?” He giggles. You shrug cutely before poking your cheeks with your fingers. When you finish eating, he takes your bowls to the sink, and you decide to make your way over to his side of the counter. He turns around after washing the two dishes. You lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, leaning forward to take in the clean smell of your hair before kissing the top of your head multiple times.

He tugs at your chin so you’re looking up at him. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, lightly pushing your hair behind your ear, “You seem more like yourself now,” He presses his lips to yours lightly.

“What do you mean?” You ask, pushing yourself up so you can steal another kiss.

“Earlier, you asking to go out. I’m still confused about that…” He grazes his thumb over your bottom lip before looking into your eyes. You could tell that a part of him was worried. You sigh, knowing that it was out of character for you.

“So… maybe I thought that you wanted to be out partying,“ you try to pull back but his arms are around you tight, “Like Tae and Jimin are, with all of those beautiful women.”

His brows nit together as he processes your words, “Why did you think that?”

You take a deep breath deciding to tell him about your frequent insecurities. All of your fears and doubts about your perfect relationship, you told him all of them. He listened closely with his arms secure around you the whole time, his grip never faltering.

“Just… you know, I want to make sure you’re happy with me, so you don’t want to find someone who can make you happier,” you mumble, his face melts with the last sentence.

“Baby,” Its all he says, shaking his head slightly, “You make me, so happy. So happy sometimes that I wonder if this is real.”

“You’re so perfect for me. You know, a free-spirit, with a wild heart,” He sighs deeply cupping your cheeks in his hands, “I just want someone real, someone true.” He murmurs pressing his lips to yours again. He pulls back slightly before leaning in to hover just above your ear, “I need you to smoke with me baby.”

You smile, letting him pull you to the couch. He sits in the corner of the couch pulling you close to him, while he lights the joint that sits on his lips. Inhaling deeply before passing it to you. You both finish it off, and before you know it you’re laughing about who knows what. He pulls you onto his lap, you set your legs on both sides of his. Your body feels warm, maybe it’s because of high, or maybe its because of how much you love him.

His eyes are heavy as he stares up at you his fingers finding their way beneath the loose t-shirt on your body, “Are you happy with me?” He asks out of nowhere, “is there anything I could do to make you happier?”

You take a deep breath, the THC making it hard for you to think too deeply about the answer. You didn’t need to think hard because it was simple, you were happy.

“I just want the simple things,” You say quietly leaning forward to capture his lips in yours, “Someone to smoke with me, laugh with me, lay with me,” You kiss him between each phrase, you pull back to make sure he has your attention, “I just want you.”

He smiles big, taking his hand and wrapping it around the back of your neck to pull you close to him. You brace yourself against his chest, noticing the way his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest. His lips attach to yours but this time it’s needy. He presses into them letting his tongue dance along your lower lip. You feel him start to harden beneath you, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down onto him. The moan that finds its way from his mouth to yours makes your body weak.

He pulls you closer to him, bringing himself forward on the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he gently pulls his t-shirt from your body. Palming at your tits as soon as his eyes hit them. You throw your head back and he leans forward to leave love bites on the column of your throat. You reach forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair; tugging softly. He pulls you impossibly closer, your clothed heat pressed against his hard on. You moan into his mouth when he starts to kiss you again. Bucking your hips into him, he pulls back and brings his lips to your sensitive nipples. Massaging your left while his tongue teases the right, then switching. His hand slides up to your throat and your eyes finally meet his blown-out pupils, full of lust and love. His fingers tighten around your throat while he holds you close to his body with his other arm. He turns you both, leaning you back until your laying flat on the couch. His hand still firm around your throat, he leans forward to kiss you again; pressing his hard on into your groin making you whine.

He smiles before nipping at your neck, still pressing himself into where you need him the most. The friction is making you crazy and he knows it, “Baby…” you whimper and he lets out a quiet laugh into your skin. He moves down your body slowly, leaving hickeys in his path, “What baby? What do you need?” He coos, instantly snapping his hips into yours. You throw your head back whining again, “Come on princess, use your words,” He laughs again before sucking the skin of your thigh into his mouth. The purple mark is fresh compared to the dull ones from the nights previous. It’s like it’s his own private masterpiece, he runs his thumb over it before sitting up between your legs. He looks down at you and cocks his head, your bottom lip comfortably in-between your teeth. His fingers slide under the band of your sweatpants and he starts to pull them from your legs antagonizing slow. You wiggle your legs trying to speed up the process, only making him slow down even more.

“Mm no panties?” He licks his lips as notices how wet you are, ”Tell me what you want baby,” He says again, pulling the sweatpants from his own legs.

“I want you to fuck me, Kookie.” You lean forward reaching out for his hard cock, but he wraps his hands around your wrist. Pushing them into the couch, as he hovers over your body. He looks down at you, as the tip of his cock teases your clit. Your eyes are drawn to the way the veins in his biceps are popping out, then to the way his abs flex each time he thrust forward, “Please.” You beg finally meeting his eyes, and they seem to soften at your magic word.

Reaching down he lines himself up then slides inside of you torturously slow. Both of you inhaling deeply when he bottoms out and stops. Something you both loved the feeling of in general, but when you were high it was comparable to euphoria.

“You feel so fucking tight for me princess,” He moans pulling back, dragging his cock against your walls. You want to respond but the words hang on your lips, all you can formulate is whimper. Leaning forward on his forearms on each side of your head, he nudges your face to the side. Letting his teeth graze the shell of your ear. The sound of his moans and whimpers was enough to through you over the edge. He feels it when you start to tighten around him, his teeth finding the juncture of your shoulder and neck. Pressing his lips delicately before he starts to suck hard.

“I-Im so close, please,” You start to beg, you don’t know what you’re begging for exactly, but you have a feeling that he does. He quickens his pace, leaning up and pressing your thighs further apart. He takes his thumb to his mouth, collecting his spit before rubbing it into your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hips start to buck up into his thrust, having a mind of their own. He takes it upon himself to pull your hips up to his, the new position making your body react instantly.

“Right there! Oh fuck, right there Kookie!” You yell out, warmth spreading through your body from your toes to your fingertips. The familiar tight feeling in your abdomen tells you that your close.

“Fuck princess, cum with me!” he moans and just like that your body starts to shake. An orgasm hitting you like a semi, the warmth that was running through your veins turns into something new. He holds your legs still, spilling himself inside of you. The feeling alone makes you feel like you could cum again. He thrust inside you a few more times, each time your body spasming.

He pulls out admiring the way his cum drips from you, taking his fingers and pushing it back inside of you. You spasm at the action, making him giggle, “You came so hard, didn’t you princess?” He asks you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he starts to get up to find something to clean you with. You nod, grabbing his hand quickly before he gets too far. He looks down at you, “Lay with me, baby.”

He pauses and smiles down at you before squeezing himself onto the couch next to you, “You’re still messy,” he says.

“I don’t care, I need you close right now,” You explain before burying your head into his chest. You feel his chest rock as he laughs at how fucked out you are. It didn’t happen every time but, sometimes he fucked you so good that you felt emotional afterwards. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you just wanted him to hold you. He wraps his arms around you, massaging your scalp with his fingertips.

“I love you so much, baby.” He says softly.

You hum into his chest, “Love you too.”

After about an hour of naked cuddling, you ask him if he wants to take a shower. He instantly perks up, wrapping you in his arms carrying you to the shower.

“If you think I would ever choose a night out over a night like this, you’re insane.”

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sturchling · 4 years

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I Can’t Stand Liars

My finals are finally over, and I am finally done with college! I have some time to write again. This is another story based on a prompt from @silvia7272

Hope you all like this one!

Alice doesn’t get along with her family and starts to live with her Uncle Jagged. She meets Marinette and they become friends. When Alice notices Marinette becoming more and more sad, she decides to join Marinette at her school. And then Alice meets the local liar.

Alice’s family was perfectly normal. Her dad was a member of parliament and had been for several years. Her mother was a stay-at-home mom who spent all day cooking and cleaning. Her brother was the star of the rugby at school. They were picture perfect. Except for Alice. Alice was not perfectly normal. She loved rock and roll music, tattoos, and wild hair. It is safe to say that Alice and her family do not get along well. There was only one member of Alice’s family that she liked. Alice liked her Uncle Jagged. Uncle Jagged had started traveling the world, playing music, and having a great time. But Alice’s father would not allow Alice to see or even speak to Uncle Jagged. Any time she asked to see him, her father would say, “Your uncle is a degenerate. Just wasting his life playing that ridiculous music, not contributing to society. I will not have him taint your potential.” That answer always infuriated Alice. She never understood how her father could say that about his brother. As Alice grew up, she grew distant from her parents. They hardly talked to her anymore, and when they did, all they wanted was to make sure she was perfect.

When she turned 13, she had a massive fight with her parents. Alice had gone and gotten a small stud in the side of her nose. Her parents had blown up when they saw it, and spent hours yelling at her and telling her that she will be taking out that stud and never putting it back in. Alice stormed off to her room, absolutely furious. She was so tired of having to be perfect, she just wanted to let loose and have fun. It was her life after all. It felt like she was lying about herself. And she hated lying. So, she did something she promised her parents that she would never do. She looked for her Uncle Jagged. The most recent post on his official social media said that he was here in London. Alice wasted no time, packed a bag, and left the house to go looking for him. The different fan websites showed what hotel he was staying at, and one person had even found out what room he was staying in. She got to the hotel about half an hour later. She went straight to what was supposed to be his room and knocked. A woman with magenta hair opened the door. When she saw Alice, she got an annoyed look on her face. “How many of you obsessive fans am I going to have to turn away today!?” As she starts to close the door, Alice stammered out, “wait!” Alice grabbed the edge of the door to keep it closed and continued, “I am not a fan, I’m family. Jagged is my uncle, I’m his niece Alice.” The woman looked at her appraisingly and slowly opened the door a little more. Alice pushed it a little more saying, “Please, just let me see him. He will tell you who I am.” The woman thinks for a minute and reluctantly agrees, “Well, it can’t hurt. And there is a small resemblance.” The woman opened the door and let Alice inside. Finally, the woman then called out, “Jagged! You have a visitor!” A voice from somewhere in the suite responded, “Who is it Penny?” So that is the woman’s name. Penny calls back, “A girl saying she is your niece. She says her name is Alice.” A crash sounds from the back of the suite and suddenly Jagged came running into the main room. He stared at her in shock and said, “Alice? What are you doing here? It’s rock’in to see you, but I thought your dad didn’t want me to speak to any of you...” Alice dropped her bag and replied, “Well, me and dad never saw eye to eye on that. We had a major fight. I can’t take it anymore Uncle Jagged. They don’t care about me; they just want a perfect daughter.” Jagged, after hearing this, walked up to his niece and hugged her. “As rock’in as it is to see you, I need to tell your parents where you are. I am sure they are worried. Do you have their number?” Alice gives Jagged their number and he goes into the other room to call her parents. It was a while before he came back and Jagged was mad when he came back. Alice bit the bullet and asked, “So? I guess I have to head back home now?” Jagged’s jaw clenched and said, “No. They said the exact opposite. They said if you want to come to me then you can just stay with me. They don’t have time for such an ‘ungrateful daughter’. They essentially just disowned you. So not rock’in.” Alice was shocked. She knew she and her parents didn’t get along at all, but she didn’t think they would disown her. So that was how Alice started living with her Uncle Jagged and traveling all over the world.

Eventually, they started staying at the Le Grand Paris. Alice had been having a great time living with her Uncle Jagged. Alice got to be herself. She switched out her nicer clothes for an edgier outfit. Her typical outfit now was a purple halter top, ripped up black jeans, black combat boots, and a black leather jacket. Her hair was now dyed purple to match her uncle’s. During this time Alice was completing an online education. They had originally tried and public school when Alice first started living with Jagged, but when students found out who she lived with, they would say anything to be her friend. And when they found out that Alice wasn’t going to just get them into concerts for free and get them all of this merch they wanted, they ditched her. Eventually, Alice grew tired of people lying to her to get close to her and decided it would be better to just attend online school. Alice couldn’t stand to be around liars. Alice had just turned 14 and she was starting to want to attend an actual school, since they were most likely going to be in Paris for a long time. One day, the local school Francoise Dupont sent a class to the hotel for career day. That was the day Alice met Marinette. Marinette and Alice instantly clicked when she designed the glasses for Jagged. From then on, whenever Marinette came to speak with Jagged, Marinette would stay after her meeting to hang out with Alice. One day, Marinette seemed sadder than normal. When Alice asked what was going on, Marinette just said it was some minor drama at school. But Marinette just seemed to get more and more sad. Marinette would never answer Alice when Alice brought it up. Alice hated that Marinette was lying. After everything with her parents, after they made Alice lie about herself, Alice hated lying and liars. After a while Alice got more and more worried for her friend and decided to enroll in Marinette’s school. It was easy to convince her Uncle Jagged to let her attend that school. The night before Alice started school, Marinette came over and hung out with Alice until late, helping Alice get ready to start at the school. Alice didn’t realize that she was about to meet the liar responsible for her friend’s sadness.

Monday morning, Alice arrived to Francoise Dupont bright and early. She had found out the day before that she was in Ms. Bustier’s class just like Marinette. Alice walked to the classroom and saw Marinette sitting in the back of the class. Alice joined her in the back row. The two girls chatted for a while, until the rest of the class arrived as well. Two girls walked in, one who looked furious, and the other had a black eye. The angry girl stormed up to Marinette and started yelling, “Marinette! How could you!? Why did you attack Lila!” Marinette shrunk back a bit and tried denying the claim but this girl just kept yelling. Alice got fed up, stood up, and slammed her hands on the table yelling, “HEY!” That got the angry girl to shut up. “Why are you yelling at Marinette?” The girl turned to her and asked, “who are you?” Alice, who was still annoyed that this girl was yelling at her friend, replied “I’m Alice, I’m new. Now I’ll ask again, why are you yelling at her?” The girl with the black eye interjected and started crying, “Well, since you’re new, you wouldn’t know but Marinette is a bully. She won’t leave me alone. She is so jealous of me. She even attacked me last night after I left dinner at the VIP section of the Le Grand Paris hotel restaurant.” What? Alice was now thoroughly confused. Marinette couldn’t have attacked this girl. Marinette had been with her all night. Alice decided to ask a few more questions, cause to much of this story didn’t make sense. There was no way people believed this. “Wait, why were you at the VIP section? Why would she be jealous of you?” Everyone in class looked at Alice like she was crazy. The angry girl answered Alice, “Girl Lila is a super important person. She has helped Prince Ali with his charities, her dance moves were so good that Clara Nightingale has taken her dance moves, and she knows a bunch of famous people. She even knows Jagged Stone. She helped save Jagged’s kitten from getting run over on an airport runway. That is why she was at the VIP section last night; she was speaking with Jagged about the song he wrote about her.” Alice was shocked by what she heard. How does anyone believe this nonsense? This Lila girl is obviously a liar. Alice looked closer at the black eye and noticed now that it was clearly makeup. This girl isn’t even a good liar. So, Alice, ever the honest person, blurted out, “Wow, Lila. You are a horrible liar. Those stories are so fake.” The whole class immediately glared at her while Lila just cried out, “How could you say that?” Alice rolled her eyes. “Easily. Firstly, you are not even really crying. No tears. Second, I know Marinette didn’t attack you last night, because Marinette was with me all night.” While they were gapping at Alice and trying to argue with her, Alice reached down and grabbed her water bottle from her bag. Alice opened the bottle and continued, “Also, that is not a real black eye. And you know how I know that?” With that Alice threw the water in Lila’s face. The makeup she had used for the black eye immediately started smudging and dripping. Alice put the bottle down and said, “I know that because I have never seen black eyes drip before.” The class now turned to Lila and was staring at the now ruined ‘black eye’. “Finally, I may not know about those other celebrities you claim to know, though I can guess those are lies too, I know for a fact that you do not know Jagged Stone, he never wrote a song about you, and you never saved his cat” Lila started to show her true colors and snapped, “How could you possibly know that? Not like you know him. You just look like a super fan.” With that Alice smiled, and even Marinette started to smile as she realized that she was watching Lila’s downfall. Alice ended her spiel by saying, “I never fully introduced myself, did I? My name is Alice Stone. I am Jagged’s niece. He has never had a kitten; it is to normal for him. He does have an awesome crocodile name Fang. And Jagged has never mentioned you. You are just a terrible liar. Do not lie about my Uncle again, he probably won’t like that you are telling people he wrote a song about a minor.” With that, Alice sat down and watched the fireworks. The class realized the reality that their ‘friend’ was just a liar and began yelling at Lila. At lunch, Marinette turned to her and said, “Not that I didn’t enjoy watching that show, but why did you do all that?” Alice replied, “I may have been meaner than I meant to be, but I had to expose her.” Marinette looked at her confused and asked, “Why did you have to expose her. You could have just told Jagged and had him handle it. Not that I’m complaining.” Alice smirked like the Cheshire Cat and said, “I just can’t stand liars.”

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rosyrosethings · 4 years

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Y/n finds out her boyfriend Harry is a gang leader.

Y/n woke up to her boyfriend kissing her face repeatedly. She giggled and moved over to stuff her face in her pillow. He grabbed her waist pulling her hips to his.

“You can’t hide from me, baby. Now kiss me!” He said y/n turned her head as she peaked open one of her eyes looking up and her pale green-eyed boy smirking at her. She opened her other eye. Now fully looking at him.

“Marcel, I haven’t even brushed my teeth.” She said turning over her body fully now laying on her back looking up at him.

“I don’t care. We go through this every morning.” He said as he leaned downed and kissed her lips. She kissed him back. She loved Marcel waking.up.to.the sight of her boyfriend. Waking up with her in his arms or her arms around him. Marcel's phone rang interrupting their moment. Y/n immediately rolled her eyes. whenever his phone rang she knew he was going to leave her, sometimes he's gonna all day and doesn't come back till 4 am.

“Yea, be there soon,” Marcel said, y/n turned from him. Marcel looked over at her as he could tell he was upset.

”Baby don’t be like that.” he said laying back down wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her bare shoulder.

”You let whoever in your phone run you. You always seem to go whenever they call.” she said.

” It just work love, I'd be home later.” he said and he pampered her face in kisses until he heard her giggle. She loved it when he called her place home.

“Fine just make sure you don’t miss tonight. It's our one-year anniversary dinner so please don't miss it.” He kissed her once more. Before getting up putting on his clothes. She wished he stayed and stopped treating her house like one nightstand. He always had to go.

“Won’t miss it for the world baby. I love you.” He said as he got up getting ready to walk out her bedroom. She got up also walking with him to the door. She didn’t respond to his I love you because if he loved her he wouldn’t leave her on their one year anniversary. He turned around and face her. His bottom lip poking out because he knew she could resist his cute face.

“Baby, I said I love you.” He mumbled,

”Mhmm.” she hummed in response trying to walk past him. He grabbed her arm pulling her back to face him. He knew she liked it when he got a bit more aggressive.

“What’s wrong?” He asked seriously.

“You’re leaving me on our one year anniversary.” She whines out. He leaned down and kissed her pouting lips.

”baby, I just have to work. I’d be back I promise.” He said, she nodded kissing him again. She knew how to get him to stay. Sex. So she used it to her advantage. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her tongue in his mouth. Moving her hips closer to his. He kissed her back of course. He couldn’t resist her. But he had to work so he pulled away but she continued to kiss his jaw and his neck.

“Love I have to go to work.” He laughed, she sighed and gave up. Stepping back letting him leave out the door.

“I love you..” she mumbled. He gave her his best smile and kissed her cheek.

After Marcel left. Y/n went about her day as usual. Preparing for tonight. While FaceTime with her best friend.

” Matthew and I are gonna go out tonight and have some adult fun..” her friend Tae explained while smiling from ear to ear. Mathews was her husband.

”that's so cute. I and Marcel are going out tonight also.” Y/n proclaimed with a bigger smile. Tae rolled her eyes at the sound of his name.

“Y/n, you know I don’t like him for you. I just feel like you deserve better.” Her friend Jessica said,

“He’s an amazing guy. I don’t see why you don’t like him.” Y/n said as she put on her makeup.

“You’ve been dating him for a year. You haven’t met his friends or family. You’ve been to his house like twice and he says he works in the pharmaceutical business. Which is a load of shit.”

Y/n shrugged.

“He’s just secretive,” y/n mumbled. Jessica laughed at her naivety.

“Your making excuses for him. But I guess I’d make excuses for a face like his too.” Tae said, “Mommy!! I cut my finger.” Tae’s son Brandon yelled from the back.

“Fuck Y/n I will call you back,” Tae said disconnecting the FaceTime call and tending to her child. Y/n continued to get ready for her date. Once she was finally ready. She got a text from Marcel. Who was supposed to pick her up.

Running late I called you an Uber to the restaurant. I will meet you there. -Marcel

She sighed, she could have literally driven her own car. She thought but she knew Marcel hated it when she didn't listen to him. She waited for the Uber to arrive. Which arrived shortly after her waiting... Uber took her to the restaurant. She walked inside where she was greeted by the hostess.

”name?”

”Marcel Cox.”

”Ohh follow me.” She said as she grabbed the large menu and walked Y/n to the empty table. She sighed, he isn’t here she thought.

She sat at the tables and waited patiently. No one ever came. She watched the clock go from 6 pm to 6:30 to 7:00. she still had hope that he’d come. Even though she was one more pitiful look from the waitress away from tears.

Her phone made a ding noise. She looked at to see it was her best friend Tae. But Y/n did not open the text message. She wasn’t in the mood for her best friend to be right.

But her phone kept dinging. Multiple text messages from tae. Y/n unlocked her phone.

Aren’t you and Marcel supposed to be together? Isn’t it the anniversary?

Marcel is the club I’m at.

I snuck up closer to see what he was saying. Everyone is literally calling him Harry.

I’m gonna send you a video. -Tae

Shortly after a video was sent to Y/N’s phone.

The video was of Marcel, sitting in a VIP section of a club with a few other guys behind him. But Tae kept moving the camera behind people to be discreet.

Y/n shut off the video and decided to call him.

No answer.

She thought that maybe she should text him. But she didn’t. She sat there and thought about it.

Who is Harry and why are they calling me that? Why is he at a bar instead of with me? She thought to herself. She quickly arranged for an Uber to pick her up and she ordered food Togo.

Eventually, she made it home. Tears were pouring down her face. Receiving weird looks from her uber driver. She felt so confused and lost. she went to change into more comfortable which was one of Harrys shirts and decided to sit on the couch and enjoy her steak dinner and watch kissing booths on Netflix. Her phone started to ring and she looked hopefully it could be Marcel.

“Hello?”

”Hi love, are you okay? Do you need me to come over?” she asked, she sighed at the sound of Taes voice.

”no no no it's fine enjoy your night with your husband. i just wanna be alone right now.” y/n said sadly eating the roasted potatoes.

”Okay, Are you sure? Me and Matt could come over and we can watch movies.”

”Yea, I'm positive the last thing I want is to be around a happily married couple.”

“Okay well I love you. Call me if you need anything.”

“Love you too.”

Y/n disconnected the call and continue to eat her dinner. She didn’t know what to do. Who in the hell isHarry and why is lying to her. Is he married?

There was a sound on her door that interrupted her thoughts. The sound if someone unlocking it. She looked over at the door. Knowing he was the only one who had a key.

He walked in. Ready to apologize for missing their anniversary. It was almost 12am. He didn’t know what excuse to come up. Just tell her it was work. He thought.

“Baby.. I’m so so sorry. It was work thing and I-.” She let out a dry laugh. As he sat next to her on the couch. She did love him but he’s lying to her. She just wants the truth.

“Work at 12am? you’re lying to me. Is there someone else? Are you married?”

“What baby? No. I’m all yours.”

“Then who in the fuck is Harry?”she as she looked him dead in the eye. He looked like a dear in head lights.

“If you look me in the eye and lie to me one more time. I’m done with you.” She said crossing her arms. He didn’t want to tell her. How do you tell someone you’re the leader of a gang. He couldn’t tell her. Y/n is literally the most cooker cutter girl he knows. She doesn’t break any laws, She doesn’t smoke, Halloween scares her but she loves it. And yet he still loved her even though they were opposite. He never felt this way about a girl before. He loved how safe he felt with her. As it lhe had no worries whenever he stepped near her. If he told her who he was would she be scared of him.

“I-I don’t know who Harry is.” He immediately regretted the lie that came out of his mouth. If he told her his real name was Harry after a year of dating. She would leave him in heartbeat. But she knew him to well. She knew it was a lie.

“You’re lying to me Marcel or whoever the hell you are. You need to leave.” She said as she stood up from the couch.

“Leave?” He said looking up at her, his green eyes slightly glossy. She could see the fear and hurt in his eyes.

“Yes leave. I-I don’t know who you are. You’ve been lying to me for a full year and you looked me in my eyes and lied to me. You wouldn’t do that to someone you love.” He stood up his height towering hers.

“Kitten I do love you.”

“Yea but not enough to tell me the truth. Can you please just leave.” She said looking away from him. He looked down at her. He turned around to leave.

“The key.” She said. Stopping him.

“Baby c’mon. This is just a stupid fight.” he said trying to blow over the situation. She looked up at him her eyes full of hurt and pure disgust.

”Marcel I don’t even know who you are anymore. You keep lying to me and I can’t do this now please give me my damn key and leave my house.” Harry flinched at her language he handed her the key.

“Can I at least explain myself?” He said once more.

“No. I have you your chance and you lied. Please just leave me.” And he did as he was told and left the apartment. Leaving her their in tears.

A couple days went by Y/n couldn’t get out of bed she was always so sad. It hurt her so badly to lose Marcel. Then a week went by and he hasn’t even tried to call her. She thought she obviously meant nothing to him for him not even to try to win her back. Then a whole month went by no Marcel and she was still just as hurt as she was the day he walked out on her. So she started knitting to distract herself and she was getting pretty good at. Decided to knit a a cardigan.

With Music was playing softly in the back. She thought how cute Marcel will look in this sweater. The knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She sighed she knew it was Tae. Tae has literally been worried sick since Marcel left Y/n. Y/n went to open the door. Seeing a black hair tattooed man. She looked at him confused. He was very handsome but he must have the wrong apartment.

“Umm hello, is there something i can help you with?” She asked still holding the door in her hand so she can close it in face if needed.

“Yes, thank god I found you. I need you to come back with me.” She scrunched her face at the mans response.

“Umm no. I don’t know you at all.”

“It’s about Marcel. You just really need to see him.” Her eyes widened. He’s friends with Marcel. But she still doesn’t know this guy.

“But that doesn’t explain who you are.”

“That’s not important. I just need you to come back with me.”

”No I'm not.” she said closing the door. His foot stopped the door. She looked up at him. All she saw was the determination in his eyes and she was scared for her life.

”please can you just leave..” she pleated but he didn't. Was the last thing she remembered. Before everything went black.

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perfecting-procrastination · 4 years

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Hotel - Zabdiel (Part 2)

I am sooo sorry guys that I took so long, I thought I would have loads of time but I have been at work nonstop and have been feeling ill lately tooo. I have plans for a 3rd one and I’ll try my best to get it done as soon as I can! Anyway hope you like this part 2, I love being a tease so I hope the ending doesn’t kill you guys ;).

Word Count: I don’t know mate fucking long

Warning: 18++

"I don't believe you, you are lying to me. THERE IS NO WAY Y/N!" Victoria said in shock, processing what she just heard come from your mouth. You laughed, "Its hard to believe but yeh, it happened and he wants to see me later too". Victoria was in so much shock she had to sit down and take a moment. Whereas, you've been sat on the bed ever since Zabdiel left, you could barely stand after what just happened. That orgasm literally sent your legs into jelly. "Well, what are you going to do? How are you going to act later?!", you went in a daze and thought [She was right how am I supposed to act, like what am I expected to do after hes left me like that]. Victoria then shouted "WAIT SHIT I'VE JUST REALISED SOMETHING", scaring the shit out of you. "Jesus Vicky, quiet down haha" you uttered. "Sorry, I just realised that if we go backstage which is probably where he is going to take us. Does that mean I am gonna meet them too. Do I have a chance with some Ecuadorian dick, because YES PLEASE" Victoria said with a devious grin on her face. "To be honest if Zabdiel can finger me in my hotel room then anything is possible. So.... GO GET YOURSELF SOME ECUADORIAN DICK B", you screamed with enthusiasm [Vicky deserves to get some action after her dickhead of an ex anyway]. You both laughed and carried on chatting about tonight and what could happen, the excitement was unbearable and you both just wanted it to come sooner.

A couple of hours later...

"Right are we ready to go, we need to get there early if you want to get a good space in line" said Victoria rushing me in the process, as usual. You started doing your final checks in the mirror, placing your hands on your waist and turning to the side to see if your outfit makes you look big in the mirror. You tend to get like this before you go out, you worry about your figure most days as you are not shaped like most girls. You were curvier and thicker for sure, and it sometimes took a toll on you. [I really hope he likes the outfit, I hope he doesn't forget me. There is gonna be so many pretty girls there, I could get easily forgotten surely]. You place your hands on the dresser looking up at the mirror in front of you, [Ergh fuck sake why do I do this to myself]. Victoria could see you were getting lost in your thoughts, "Y/N are you okay?". You took your hands off the dresser and faced towards Victoria, "Yeh, I'm alright. I guess I'm just nervous. I should be happy and I definitely am but what if he doesn't even bother talking to me at the show. Like I know this is obviously just a hook up but like still. Ergh I don't know what I'm saying" you sighed. Vicky walked closer towards you and placed a hand on your shoulder, "Sis, lets recap okay. Zabdiel De Jesus came in your room fingered you, without asking for anything back or even to do more stuff. Then after asked for YOUR number. He obviously might not be completely head over heels for you right now cause he obviously doesn't know you well enough but maybe tonight might give him that opportunity. So don't bring yourself down, cause tonight might be the night sugar. Just have fun because that's the most important thing." Victoria said with a wink just after. A smile began to spread across your face as you realised that Victoria was talking some sense. "You're right, I am a beautiful curvy woman and Zabdiel would be dead lucky to have my fine ass tonight. I'm gonna show him who's in control tonight" You said with a flick of your hair. Victoria and you began to laugh and head for the door. You were excited and fully confident for tonight's event.

In the Queue...

"They are gonna walk past any second now, I CANT FUCKING WAIT GIRL" Victoria screeched in excitement. You were having so many thoughts going through your mind that all you could do was respond with was a fake smile. The bus arrived and the door slowly opened. [Jesus hes about to come out, fuck fuck fuck]. Joel firsts walks out and is rushed through with security, he takes photos and hugs a couple of lucky fans on the way. Erick then steps out with Christopher closely followed behind him. Christopher gave Victoria a little wink in her direction on his way inside, it nearly caused Victoria to drop to the floor but she managed to get herself together. Then walked out Zabdiel and Richard, [God Zabdiel looks so hot, this is difficult. I just want to take him somewhere and rip off all his clothes]. While Zabdiel and Richard were walking inside, you see Richard whispering into Zabdiel's ear. They looked very engaged in a conversation, until you see Richard look over at you and say to Zabdiel "¿Es ella?". Zabdiel looked towards him and nodded his head, "Damn, she nice bro" Richard said with smirk. Zabdiel laughed in response, then finally his beautiful brown eyes made contact with yours. His stares were always so intense, it consistently made you weak every time you looked into them. You bit your lip as you felt the heat between your legs get damper. He moved his eyes towards your lip, all he could think about was those pretty lips wrapped around his dick and the image could not leave his mind. "Zabdiel, come on man" Richard shouted while grabbing Zabdiel in his direction, causing the loss of eye contact between you and him. You sighed, [God, I just want to fuck him already]. "I saw that, you two were vibing and he DEFINITELY wants a piece" Victoria said while nudging you. You laughed and responded with "Mmm I hope so haha".

30 mins later...

You and Victoria began to approach the security and the ticket desk, After security check your bags and you both walk towards the desk. The lady behind the desk looked away from her computer and towards us, "Hello, could I see your tickets please". You look through your bag and quickly pass the tickets over to the Lady, "Here you go". She looked through at the ticket and scanned the barcode, the lady then looked shocked as she saw something pop up on the screen. She paused for a minute and signalled a guard to come over. Victoria then faces towards you with a panicked look. The lady then looked back at you both with a smirk, "Well girls it says here that you have been granted VIP and backstage passes. So let me give your wrist bands and ill let George here from security take you backstage. Does that sound Good?". A smile spread across both of your faces followed with a more than compliant nod to her response. She placed the wristbands on both of your wrists and you follow the guard. You noticed other fans watching you go somewhere else with a guard, some either assumed you were in trouble or a new possible groupie for CNCO. But only you and Victoria knew which one you both were going to be and the excitement was only building as you got closer and closer to backstage. You then finally arrived at a room and the security opened the door for you, "Here you go girls, there's refreshments inside and someone will come over soon to give you a tour". You both smiled and Victoria responded with "Thank you George! You've been great". He then walked away and you both walked in the room. It was stylish and it had some sick food and drink, so you were both pretty content. "Oh my God I can't believe were here. it does not feel real at all" you say still astonished from all of the events of today to where you are now. Victoria grabs your shoulders shaking them and saying "GIRL, you can fucking say that again". You both giggle while moving towards the sofa to sit down and have a chat while you wait for the backstage tour guide.

10 mins later...

*knock, knock* You both look up to notice a lady standing there with 2 lanyards in hand, "Hiya girls, my name is Lisa and ill be showing you round. Are you ready for the tour?". Victoria and you smiled and walked over to Lisa to introduce yourselves. After you all got acquainted, you both were given your lanyards and followed Lisa around the building. She showed you different sections behind the backstage area, showing where the guys chill and explains to you what they do before a performance to get psyched up. You both were looking all around, eyes wide taking in all the scenery. "God its so big in here" Victoria observed. It really was huge and they was so much going on behind stage, and none of it looked easy to deal with. You really do forget how hard the staff and the boys must work to make the performance so perfect. You then uttered, "It really is, Jesus". "Si, mi preciosa", the words were whispered into your ear from behind by a low deep voice. You turn around instantly to see that beautiful tall blonde god, and you couldn't help but smile. You were trying to hold in your inner crazy fan girl but it was hard. You look up to him and whisper, "I've been waiting for you". Zabdiel bites his lip and says "So have I". He looks behind you and then look backs at you. You look at him confused and question "whats wrong?". He then smiles back at you and says "I think Christopher likes your friend". You furrowed your brows and turned around to see Victoria giggling with Christopher, who was flirting majorly with her. You then feel a light squeeze on your hand, you turn around to look at Zabdiel "Cmon I want to take you somewhere, we can leave them in peace". You turn to him with a mischievous smile and a raised eyebrow, "Oh yeah where do you want to take me". Zabdiel sends a wink your way and pulls on your hand, leading you down a hallway. He then reaches this door that labels 'Staff only', he drags you in and closes the door. You look around and notice a desk and some boxes around. [Must be an extra office or something?]. While your eyes were wondering around the room you hear the sound of a click and turn around to notice Zabdiel locking the door. “Planning to kill me?” You said with a smirk. Zabdiel laughs and comes up real close to you “Hmm well you’ve been killing me all day, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since our last meeting.”. You look up towards him and flutter your eyelashes, “Why is that baby, do I make you hungry?”. Hearing those dirty words come out of your innocent mouth made Zabdiel go crazy. And you were right, he was HUNGRY and he wanted you so bad that he was struggling to contain himself. Zabdiel picked you up causing you to instantly wrap your legs around his waist. The whole movement was quick and it all fitted perfectly like you two were meant to be connected with one and another. He moves you towards the wall and starts kissing you hungrily, he wanted you and he couldn’t wait much longer. You ran your hands through his beautiful blonde hair, giving it light tugs at points. Making him moan slightly, Zabdiel began moving his lips down your neck while gently squeezing your thighs. A few moans began to escape your mouth only exciting Zabdiel further. You then pulled Zabdiels hair back, causing him to look back at you with a surprised look. You move your lips slowly towards his ear and whisper “It’s your turn, papi”. You hop out of his grip and shove him against the wall. Zabdiel looks at you in shock, not quite sure what is happening as he is normally the one being dominant. But he most definitely is going to roll with it. You lower your self down and get on your knees. Zabdiel then moves his hands downwards to undo his belt, you then slap his hand off. “Ayy mami, what was that for” he responded. You look up at him while slowly undoing his belt and say “I’m in control this time, not you”. This made his eyes go wide with desire, he wasn’t used to this feeling but he sure did love it. Your eyes were finally met his boxers, you slowly shimmied both his jeans and boxers down. You knew Zabdiel was going to be big but god you weren’t expecting that. It only made you even hungrier for him that your mouth began to water. You positioned one hand on the base of the shaft and placed light kisses on the tip. You then moved those kisses up and down the shaft just to tease him further. Making Zabdiel moan uncontrollably, “Nena, por favor. Stop teasing me”. You look up to him and mutter “Do you want me bad baby, do I make you weak?”. He moves his head back and nods. You look disappointed, “use your words, otherwise I stop” you demanded. He looks at you with his mouth open in shock, “I want you so bad it’s killing me”. You smile deviously and move your mouth onto his tip and start slowly swirling your tongue around it. You start moving your other hand up and down his shaft, creating a steady pace. Zabdiel was losing his mind he was struggling to function with all that you were doing. His dick began to pulsate and you could tell he was getting increasingly closer to reaching his high. You began to pick up the pace and move your mouth all the way down his base, so far that the tip was hitting the back of your throat. Tears started to fall from your eyes and Zabdiel was on the edge. His hands were intertwined in your hair and he was tugging hard only making you wetter. “I’m about to cum baby, fuck” Zabdiel moaned. You went in harder, constantly swirling your tongue around as you went up and down on his big shaft. He was so close, but then you suddenly removed your swollen lips from his member. He looked down at you disappointed, wondering what your next move was. “En serio? I was so close princesa” Zabdiel huffed. You smirked deviously back at him and then stood up, removing your jeans and unclipping your bodysuit in the process. You tugged on his shirt leading him towards the desk and hopped on it. You opened your legs, granting zabdiel access. You opened your eyes really wide and look towards Zabdiel, “I just really want you to fill me up papi”. He didn’t think it was possible for you to make words that sound so dirty sound so innocent. But he definitely loved it, Zabdiel grabbed your thighs and brought you in closer. Zabdiel aligned his hard cock with your dripping core, he slowly pushed the tip on the outside of the entrance. Earning a moan of pure frustration from you, “Please papi, Fuck me”. Zabdiel could tell he was driving you crazy so he decided to take it further. He moved his hand up to your throat and lightly applied pressure, “mami, you need to be more patient. Can you do that for me?”. His hand around your throat while his tip was just sitting at your entrance was destroying you. You needed him and you needed him now. You tugged at your bottom lip and nodded your head. Zabdiel then slightly moved only the tip in, stretching you out instantly. It was just the tip but it was almost enough to send you into an orgasm.

*buzz* *buzz*

Zabdiel and you looked at eachother wondering where the sound came from. You both noticed the sound coming from his phone which was on the floor. Zabdiel removed his tip from you leaving you empty and extremely frustrated. He picked up the phone and noticed it was Richard calling. “Que pasa Richard?” he mutters. You couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying but he didn’t look very impressed for sure. He pauses, “Okay okay I am coming now”. Zabdiel then hung up the phone and looked towards you, “I have to go nena, we need to prepare for the show”. Zabdiel began to put on his boxers and jeans. You look at Zabdiel disappointed, “erghhh okay, please tell me we are going to have the chance to continue this later”. Zabdiel laughed and came up close to you, he lifted up your chin with his finger and whispered into your ear “I am not finished with you yet mami”. Zabdiel then opened the door and paced over to the boys to prepare for the concert. You got up and got dressed. You felt so frustrated but you knew you had to wait for Zabdiel. You wanted him so badly and this day has been nothing less of a surreal experience. You exhaled and opened the door, going towards where you last left Victoria. Hoping to find her somewhere backstage. But truly the one thing that was on your mind was Zabdiel.

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chrisevansbabymama · 5 years

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Daddy Hair Care - Chapter 5

Chapter 4.2

Chapter 5 - Cupid, Draw Back Your Bow:

“Good morning gorgeous,” Sebastian said loud and obnoxiously from his kitchen island, with the intention to wake Chris up as it was almost midday and he was still sprawled all over his couch, now stirring.

Chris groaned as he turned over, greeting his friend back with a lazy wave as opposed to the middle finger that he would have preferred.

“And what time did you get in last night?”

Chris could hear the smile in his friend’s voice and so he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

“Sometime after 2 – I think,” he yawned.

“Where did you guys go?”

Chris paused, suddenly remembering last night’s events with Kayla. There was no way for Sebastian to have known whom he’d spent the evening with; Chris was so sure of this because the snitch – Lauren, and Seb were not on speaking terms. When the lies she’d told both Chris and Kayla last night didn’t add up, Chris automatically assumed that she was covering up for shackling up in bed with Seb for a few rounds of make-up sex.

It soon made sense when he later saw Lauren’s messages; she’d sent him a couple of Snapchats in her hooded onesie and a wine bottle, with her thumbs up and a cheshire cat grin, captioning over the image:

Sike! Enjoy your date! Sipping this as I wait for updates…

If I get to the bottom uninterrupted then it means you two fucked and I win!

He couldn’t be too mad, he supposed; that had worked out to be one of the best night’s he’d had in a while and since his pulling game was rusty, he needed all the help he could get. Even if meant an intrusive Lauren pulling a few strings and lying to make it work because they were both stubborn.

“Uh, this little place in Lower East Side, and then we watched a film,”

“That’s different, you guys are typically high-brow; it’s usually something Michelin and VIP sections at the most elusive spots,” Sebastian chuckled innocently, chopping ingredients for his morning green juice.

Chris chuckled too at the epiphany of how different his night was, but despite the change of pace and crowd; it had been a blessing. He’d been able to let his guard down and be himself around Kayla; she hadn’t treated him like a precious stone or egg, like everyone seemed to do when they were around him. Where everyone would call him “Mr Evans,” to kiss ass, she called him “Hollywood” to keep him grounded – as she’d testified. And he loved that. And he liked that authenticity and consistency.

“I was coming from a press event so we just wanted something chilled, it’s Lauren that usually picks the high brow spots,”

“Mhhh,” Seb said with an eye roll at the mention of her name. He would know, he’d dated the woman for four years.

“What time is it? Is Mya still sleeping?” Chris asked quickly changing the subject.

“11:47, I was going to let you sleep some more but I need to use this guy, y’know my routine,” he pointed a thumb to his noisy Vitamix that he would usually use first thing in the morning, but Chris occupying the living room space a few metres from the open-plan kitchen, had perturbed his plans.

Chris laid back down, “Nah, go ahead bro. I was actually going back to the hotel last night, but my ride drove past this way, so I thought I might as well stay the night instead of coming back in the morning to pick up Dodger and Mya, then I fell asleep here watching replays of the match,”

“Y’know the door’s always open man,”

“I know,” he had the spare key too. “How is she still sleeping so late?”

“She didn’t sleep too well last night,” Seb said sheepishly. “I made the mistake of caving in to everything she wanted: pizza, candy, ice cream, popcorn – she was flying off the wall with the sugar rush and then threw up twice. She didn’t sleep until 1,”

Chris clasped his hands behind his head, “That’s what you deserve, she sleeps at 8 and she’s not allowed more than one treat,”

“Just because you’re on the Cap diet doesn’t mean she has to be,”

“I don’t force her, she throws up every time she eats most of that junk,” Chris had learnt this the hard way and since then, he kept the treats to a minimum.

“Yeah but you know how she has me wrapped me around her finger,”

Chris shook his head in a disappointed acknowledgement, “I know. Was she okay though?”

“Yeah, she settled down well after,”

“If she’s not up in thirty, I’m waking her up or I’ll be paying the price tonight,” Chris said reaching for his phone.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he’d envisioned missed calls and messages from Kayla. It was a farfetched little fantasy he had cooked up before he fell asleep after their text message exchange, hoping she took him seriously on his offer. He reopened the conversation, re-reading it like a hopeless romantic trying to uncover hidden meaning or any flirtatious hints. It was their first text exchange since they had met and that hadn’t been how he’d planned for it to transpire; he’d always hoped it would be something overtly flirtatious and sexy, but given the circumstances last night; that was the best he could do.

He wanted to send her another one message: wishing her a good morning and ask her how she slept, ask her what she had planned for the day and tell her that she looked absolutely beautiful last night. He’d also wanted to tell her that last night was possibly the best night he’d had in a while and that he couldn’t wait to see her again and that Monday was really far away. And Monday was the only day she was scheduled to see him, until the following week, which was jam-packed with press and a couple of shoots.

“Why are you smiling like that you creep?”

“Nothing - just on Twitter,”

Seb pierced his eyes at him in contemplation, “You’ve got this weird smug look on your face. Did you get laid?”

Atypical, his face flushed, “Huh – no -I didn’t-”

“Come on, I’m on your team. Tell me, who was it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Mhhh, so it was just the whole team that went out?” Seb pushed. “You didn’t meet anyone?”

“Uh yeah, just the whole gang,” Chris lied, his attention locked on the device.

“Huh,” Sebastian hummed. “Interesting,”

Chris finally looked up, triggered by his friend’s suspicious and interrogative tone. “What is?”

“Nothing,” he commented. “Just interesting, that’s all.”

“Is there anything you want to ask me man?”

“That’s what I’ve been tryna do,” Seb walked over to the fridge, retrieving two bottles of water, throwing one into Chris’ direction, pouring the other into his blender. This was usually a topic they reserved for beer, but even they knew it was a little too early to start drinking. “You were finally with a woman last night, I know that but who is she?”

“You don’t know her,” Chris finally resigned, knowing fully well that his best friend would find out sooner or later, and Kayla was too close to home to keep it a secret.

“I didn’t say I did, I asked you who she is, but your default response was defensive which makes me think that I do know her,”

“Again, is there anything you want to ask me?”

“I am asking, you’re deflecting,” Seb repeated. “Let me rephrase myself, maybe you’ll get me this time: where did you go last night? And who with?”

Chris took a big gulp to buy himself sometime to think and deliberate on whether he wanted to answer this question or not, eventually opting to because as much as he would have preferred to keep it a secret; he really needed his best-friend’s help. If there was one thing about Seb, like Lauren, he was persistent; if Chris didn’t offer the answer, he would find out one way or another. It was safer this way, Chris decided, at least his friend wouldn’t have to go on a digging rampage and ruffle unnecessary feathers.

“Kayla,”

“Kayla…” it didn’t ring a bell.

“Y’know, my hairstylist and –“

“The one she-whose-name-shall-not-be-mentioned always said you have a secret crush on? That Kayla?” he frowned, alluding to Lauren.

Chris smiled, bringing the bottle back up to his lips to shield his smile but his skin tone kept warming up in betrayal. He resented that trait.

“Oh,” Seb put his bottle down and sat down on the stool at the island, this warranted all his attention. “So, she-whose-name… was right all this time. I thought it was a joke that no one was taking seriously. Wow. So you went for it, huh?”

“I didn’t make the move,” Chris corrected. “Lauren set us up and decided not to show up, so it was just the two of us hanging out,”

“So, how was it?”

“There was no it,” Chris said, sipping again for a dramatic pause. “We just got something to eat, hung out and went to see a film,”

“That is the most boring fake date ever,” Seb said flatly. “I’m just saying, you get to finally be with the woman you want and all you do is just go to eat and watch a film. Did you at least fool around in the back of the car or theatre?”

The bottle was becoming Chris’ trusted prop.

“Did you?”

“Nah,” another sip. Should I even tell him I fell asleep?

“You kissed her though, right?” he pushed “At least?”

Sip.

Sebastian sighed, “Wow,”

Chris placed his bottle down. He shrugged.

“So you were basically just babysitting each other last night? Couple of dumbasses,”

“It was the first time we were ever together alone,”

“I’m not too sure on the details, but ahem-Lauren-ahem told me once in passing that you had the hots for the girl, but I didn’t take it seriously because I know you man, I thought back then I’ll know it’s true because you don’t take so long to make a move. But that was old Chris: he made moves, fast. So what is it – what’s the deal with you and her? Do you even like her or do you just want a bed-buddy – cos this is not like you to not make a move,”

“No, I like her,” Chris shrugged, speaking honestly; more candid that he could with Lauren because she always had an agenda to set him up or manipulate situations and end up embarrassing him. He wanted to be transparent with Seb because he was objective and didn’t know Kayla to run back to her. He’d met her once or twice but it was formal and pleasant, and at the time, Chris had given nothing away.

“I do like her, but I don’t know if she likes me the same. It’s just confusing because all my past relationships have been easy because the women have always made it clear and so it was easier for me to make the first move. Kayla, she’s different,”

“She works for you though, so she probably wouldn’t be too explicit because she’s afraid to lose her job, because I’m guessing you’re holding your cards close to your chest too. You are gonna have to just go in for it and be a little aggressive in pursuit because seems like she’s gonna need you to take the lead on this one,”

“You’re right, I don’t blame her. I haven’t given her much to work with either, we are just playing this dumb game with each other,”

“You just need another chance to feel her out – and don’t let other people meddle in,” Seb frowned, Chris was very aware that he was referring to Lauren’s handiworks. “What was she like when it was just you two?”

Sebastain didn’t know it but that question had opened a can of worms, because the second Chris opened his mouth in reply, he couldn’t stop. Even his face now had a glow to it, his smile radiant and eyes dancing with excitement. Sebastian remembered that feeling that was etched across his best friend’s features because it was only a few years ago that he had fallen for Lauren and he wouldn’t stop smiling or talking about her. She was all he could talk about. All he wanted to talk about.

“…she’s so cool and funny too. Really cool. It’s like she’s got her life together, she’s so comfortable in her own skin and has this confidence about her that is really sexy. And she’s just an assured person. Everything about her is just so – I don’t know, I don’t know how to describe it. Like she’s just full of peace and goodness, and I know there’s even so much to her that I haven’t uncovered yet and it’s so exciting,”

He trailed off babbling away about her and that feeling from last night, the overwhelming elation that he couldn’t express in words tormented him again. It was a pleasant feeling; like a heady summer night after making love. A high that he couldn’t come down off and sent chills down his body, through to his core. He felt embarrassed when he finally snapped out of it, noticing Seb’s grin.

“Sorry, you don’t care about all that,”

“No, do carry on,” Seb motioned with his hand.

Chris bit his bottom lip, now embarrassed to carry on. He’d said too much and felt incredibly vulnerable; he trusted Seb with no doubt, but he hadn’t been this raw with his friend since his last break up, which had taken him years to recover from. Chris had adopted a defense mechanism of pretending he was fine and building walls and now the very wall he had erected was falling apart at his own hands.

“Why don’t you blend your juice or something,” Chris deflected.

“It can wait,” Seb patted the machine, filled and waiting, but it was too noisy and interruptive. This conversation was much better. “When do you see her again?”

“Monday, I have a fan event that she’s grooming me for. But after that I don’t see her until the following week,”

“Talk to her on Monday and get her alone again and maybe you can get together in those days you’re both not working,”

“What if she’s busy?”

“You wouldn’t know unless you tried right?”

“I guess, but-“

“Stop that, I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to find reasons for her to say no because you’re scared to actually go through with it. Just make the first move, and everything will fall into place,”

“And if she says no?”

“Well it wont ever be a ‘no,’ I know that for a fact, otherwise she wouldn’t have stuck it out with you last night. You remember four years ago we had this conversation about Lauren?”

“Yeah,” Chris chuckled, remembering telling Seb to go for it and make a move on Lauren. Seb had taken a liking to her when they had hit off during the Winter Soldier press tour. “But look at you two now, barely talking and can’t even bear to be in the same room, I don’t ever want that with Kayla,”

“Me and Lauren are me and Lauren, we have our issues. You and Kayla will have your own unique relationship, what if you don’t end up like us?”

“I don’t know man, I’m used to being interested in women and being okay to let them go, because I feel like I can’t do both: be with them and protect them from all this Hollywood stuff,”

“The way I see it, she knows what it entails, she’s with you and Keith all the time to know what your publicity landscape looks like, so she knows what she’s getting into,”

Chris nodded, running out of excuses to shelter him from making a move. Sebastian was making a lot of sense but it was scary nonetheless, to make that move and leave his single life behind. It wasn’t his single dad bachelor life that he was afraid to give up – because that wasn’t as glamorous as it sounded, it was more about what Kayla would have to give up and tolerate to be with him. Those reasons he feared, were the same reasons his previous relationships hadn’t been successful even with actresses he dated: the people he thought were very well-versed about the industry and its pressures, couldn’t handle what came with dating a man so carefully observed and adored by the media and fans amass. What more Kayla?

“Can I ask a question?”

“Yeah,”

“Why the hell didn’t you just kiss her? At the very least, I mean you had every opportunity to,”

“I don’t know, I asked myself that very question over and over,” Chris was reminiscing. “I don’t know, she’s different and it scares me. I was scared that maybe I wouldn’t be able to stop,”

“I don’t know if I should swoon or throw up,” Seb deadpanned. “But the fact that she scares you, alone outweighs all your dumb excuses you were listing just moments ago! I used to have this friend who got offered an amazing opportunity to play Captain America, but he had anxiety about the role and what it would entail and how it would affect his personal life. So he almost backed out until he realised that ‘maybe the thing you’re most scared of is exactly what you should do,’ he told me those words when I wanted to pursue this woman, and it worked. And he says them every time in an interview, so I never forget those words,”

Chris smiled, shaking his head and looked down bashfully, playing along he said: “So what happened to this friend of yours then?”

“I don’t know, he’s some hotshot Hollywood actor now but we stopped talking because he was a hypocrite and never took his own advice,” Seb teased.

“Pity,”

“Back to you though; why don’t you ask her out tonight or tomorrow?”

“No, I can’t this weekend is reserved Mya. I miss her,” Chris expressed. “I feel bad, like I just dumped her on you last night over some woman,”

Seb grimaced, “You didn’t dump her on me, I offered and y’know I don’t mind, I know that’s Tiffany’s job but I like the kid. And you didn’t know you were going to be alone with Kayla, clearly she’s not just ‘some woman,’”

Chris hissed, cringing at his poor choice of words, embarrassed that he would reduce her to being ‘some woman.’

“I guess this is all a bit new to me, I’m having a hard time trying to negotiate the balance between the two worlds,”

“The balance will work itself out once you figure out what you want and work towards it. You’re allowed to enjoy some me-time without Mya you know,” Seb said reassuringly, Chris smiled immediately at the familiarity of those words. “What?”

“That’s what Kayla said yesterday,”

“See! She practically threw herself at you and you didn’t even meet her halfway. Unbelievable,” before he turned on his blender, he pointed at his friend, “If you don’t at least make a move next time you see her, I’ll get myself involved. Use those perfect blue eyes and pretty face to your advantage,”

“Well actually, there’s a bit of green in the blue of my eyes,”

Chapter 6 >>

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heywritersblock · 5 years

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eight weeks: S.M.

the eight weeks are up and the wait is over.

(aka countdown part II)

~9000 words

part one

the thumping bass of the music blasted in the club you were all packed into, writhing bodies grinding to the rhythm on the dance floor and a plethora of drinks being placed on your booth’s table. you were all in the VIP section of the unknown club in the unknown country, separated only by a raised level and thin railings from the rest of the patrons, but you were definitely holding your own party up there.

it was the final night of the tour and – thanking the gods above that shawn was tall enough to pass for over 21 when you all shoved him through the doors of the club. you had all piled into cars after the show to celebrate the fucking awesome tour you’d put on, if you said so yourselves. it had been a long, sometimes gruelling eight months on the road, but somehow these last few weeks had seemed to drag a little more than any other. in the centre of the club, your back pressed to a pillar designed to create a little more privacy, you sip on your drink as your mind helplessly flashes back to that hotel room with shawn.

“i think i try my best to piss you off all the time because i think if i was nice to you, i’d never be able to stop.”

your heart still pounds when you think of the pure and total honesty between you two in that moment; the awkwardness, the unspoken tension that had always surrounded the two of you lying heavy but finally, finally making sense.

alone at night, laying in another nameless hotel’s bed, is when you finally allow yourself the time to relax from the hectic days on tour and when your mind will wander back to that moment without fail. your hands sometimes feel clammy, panic rising up the back of your throat when you consider how honest you were with him and yourself; how vulnerable you made yourself to him. sometimes, the thoughts drift further and the panic cascades into want, carefully considering what it would be like if he were there right next to you in these white sheets. you catch yourself each time, berating yourself for being unprofessional – you still work for him, for fucks sake. the recurring thought of a couple more weeks, only a couple more weeks drowns out those consuming thoughts each and every time.

the presence of a body next to you in the club pulls you out of your reverie and you eventually hear a voice calling your name. shawn steps out from beside you, positioning himself right in your eye line and smirking at you when he sees you blink a couple of times to focus on him before glancing around at the other crew members to see if they were watching you both.

this had become a habit in the last few weeks since the handcuff incident. initially disappointed that yours and shawn’s reaction hadn’t been either a full blown shouting match or full blown making out in front of them at breakfast, the crew had seemed to leave the two of you alone for a while. unfortunately, it seemed that shawn couldn’t. it didn’t take long for the some of the team to notice this different development in your usually tense relationship and you’d had to pull shawn into a tiny meeting room in one of the venues to evaluate your next moves.

“hey! get in here!” you’d called from the gap in the door, holding it slightly open as you’d waited for him to walk past. for someone with such long legs, it took him much longer than you’d expected.

he looked up from his phone at the sound of your voice, glancing frantically around the mostly empty service corridor to try and locate the source. you watched him repeat this a couple of times before you rolled your eyes and yanked the door open fully.

“shawn!” you hissed, finally gaining his attention. the growing grin on his face as he saw you definitely did not melt your heart because you are still definitely his tour manager and that would definitely be inappropriate.

you raised a finger to your lips to tell him to be quiet as he was just about to greet you, and then waved him inside. he brushed past you, closer than he needed to be and placed his hand over yours to close the door fully. you were stood toe to toe and your eyes had slipped shut involuntarily at his close position. he was looking down at you, eyes blinking softly as he took in your face, both of you breathing the other one in. this was the first time you’d been truly alone with him since that hotel room. to be totally honest, you didn’t fully trust yourself, so you had removed yourself from every situation where this might happen. reminding yourself that you were doing this to make your professional life easier, you forced your eyes open and your gaze immediately and involuntarily locked on his.

the unwavering trust in his eyes floored you; he wasn’t asking any questions, he’d simply followed his instruction and was waiting to hear what you had to say. his respect for your love of control made you crumble every time.

“six weeks feels like for-fucking-ever,” you blurted out, lips working faster than your brain. wow, way to keep it professional, you chastised yourself.

his grin blinded you and the little musical laugh he let out danced around the room. “you’re telling me,” he responded calmly, eyes glowing at the thought you were struggling with this just as much as he was.

“we uh – we have to, uh – wait. i’m gonna have to move away from you. i can’t think straight,” you said, clearly unable to stop being honest with him now that you’ve started. you weren’t sure whether it was that realisation or him being so close to you that made you feel a little dizzy.

he laughed again, turning his body to face where you’d walked further into the room but respecting your decision to move away by not following you, despite how much he wanted to. you perched on the top of one of the tables in there a couple of feet away from the door. shawn rested his weight against the door, never once taking his eyes of you. the unwavering confidence in his eyes made you envious for a moment; he was someone that didn’t struggle with these declarations, these emotions like you. you were going to try and take a leaf out of his book, you decided. you’d got six weeks to work on it.

“you good?” he laughed, folding his arms over his chest and resting his head back on the door, hooded eyes looking down at you. fuck, he looked delicious stood there, just the two of you alone.

“god, can you stop that for a sec?” you asked, waving your hand in his general direction.

“what? what am i doing?” he laughed again – that fucking laugh – and held his hands up at his side.

“just – just please try and be less distracting. i need to talk to you!”

he stood stock still by the door like a statue, only nodding his head minutely to let you know that he’d heard you. your giggle broke him out of it and he reclined against the door again, holding his arms up in a ‘i mean no distractions’ movement.

“ok, the crew are getting suspicious. jake and connor keep fucking smirking at me every time i enter a room and andrew told me that he was glad we were getting along better. he said he hadn’t heard us bicker like we used to in a while,” you explained.

he nodded his head as you finished and then replied, “we need to throw them off the scent. make them think we hate each other.”

“exactly.” it made your heart beat twice as fast at how on the same wave length you both were.

“we acted like we hated each other before. ok, so we didn’t know why we were acting like that, but we did it. shouldn’t be too difficult right?” he asked, pushing off the door and striding the small distance across the room to stand a foot in front of you.

“right,” you agreed, leg swinging from where you were perched subconsciously to try and be a little closer to him. he smirked when your foot tapped against his shin, clearly taking pity on you as he stepped even closer to you, his thighs touching your knees as he looked down at you. his smirk grew as his saw your eyes widen at his proximity.

“so, we just play it cool for the next couple of weeks,” he reiterated, eyes darting over your face, then back to yours again and again.

you nodded your head, reminding yourself to speak, “mhmm. we bicker and argue.”

“ok, we can do that,” his eyes focused directly on your lips, no sign of embarrassment of how obvious he was being.

“and we ignore each other as much as we can,” you said, noting the way his eyes followed the movement of your mouth when you spoke.

“don’t like that one,” he mumbled, shaking his head in disagreement and leaning his body further over you without realising.

“huh?” you asked, far too distracted by his gorgeous features to be fully in control of the conversation taking place. strangely, you noticed, you didn’t seem to mind that much.

“don’t like ignoring you. want to be with you,” his stated, voice lower and breathier than you’d ever heard it.

liquid heat shot straight through your body and you inhaled loudly to try and calm your suddenly racing pulse.

you swallowed, buying yourself more time to respond. it felt as though he had surrounded every inch of you – if you reached out your hand, you’d feel him. he’d let you. the simultaneous power and fear that gave you surged through your body and you locked your eyes on his.

“six more weeks,” you whispered. he nodded, closing his heated eyes and leaning his head further in. he pressed his temple against yours for a moment, curls tickling your head before reluctantly, he pulled away. he took a step back, clearly knowing that both of you needed the space between you to think properly.

“six weeks,” he repeated as you both heard andrew’s voice yelling shawn’s name down the corridor. a soft, secret smile crept across both of your faces and he asked, “ready?”

you nodded, following him out into the corridor after he’d opened the door.

“hey! oh there you are. what are you doing?” andrew spoke as he’d approached you both, glancing into the room that you had both just exited with a confused expression on his face.

you thought on your feet, and quickly announced, “we were having an official shawn-mendes-is-a-fucking-nightmare-and-here’s-why meeting, boss. thought a boardroom might get the message across but alas, he’s still a fucking nightmare,” you acted, purposely not looking at shawn just in case you broke character.

“ha! ok, then i call a meeting for y/n-needs-to-fucking-chill-out-and-get-off-my-back meeting. it’s a fucking scooter, y/n – relax!” he responded.

“no i will not relax! it’s a fucking hazard and either you or someone else is going to get hurt!”

“aw, how sweet! she cares about my safety!”

“fuck off – i care about how i’d be left to deal with it. now if you’d just grow u-“

“ok! ok! stop!” andrew yelled over the top of you both, clearly taken in by the performance you’d just given. “should have known better than to ask,” he mumbled.

“can you believe i thought the handcuffs had helped us move past this?” he rhetorically asked before walking down the corridor, signalling shawn to follow him.

halfway down the corridor, shawn dropped behind andrew, spinning around to walk backwards so we could face you and dropping his arm in a bowing movement due to the acting you two had just performed. you mirrored him, unable to help the grin that was eating up your face. he smiled back at you before checking andrew still hadn’t realised he was walking backwards and held up six long fingers at you.

shit, it was going to be a long six weeks.

“y/n?” he calls again, eyes sparkling when he sees you glance around just once more to check no one is watching.

“they’re not looking, y/n,” he mumbles into your ear, leaning low so his lips are a breath away from the shell of your ear. the necklace dangling from his neck sways in front of your eyes, touching bare skin just under your neck. from here, it would be so easy to tangle your fingers in the silver chain and tug him down right where you want him. he pulls back to look at your face, trying to work out what you were thinking. he wouldn’t like to admit out loud the amount of time he spends doing this. you cast your eyes to your left one final time and see a large group of crew dancing in the centre of your area, others milling around chatting to each other and another group nestled into the booth, drinks being downed. satisfied that no one has even thought to pay attention to you both, you take a sip of your drink through the tiny paper straw as your eyes float back to meet his. he’s staring at your painted red lips enclosing the straw and then at the stain your mouth has left on there. even in the darkness of the club, it’s clear that his eyes have darkened.

“hey. tour’s over,” he smirks, letting his words lay heavy in the air surrounding you.

“it is.”

he leans in to your ear, purely an excuse to be close because you could hear him from where he was before. “what are your plans now?”

you shrug your shoulder noncommittally, always finding the first few weeks after a packed tour difficult to adjust to. “couple of days in new york, then fly home i think.”

he nods slowly, taking a sip of his drink this time. you can see his mind is whirring and rather than the dread you felt when you first met shawn, this time all you feel is anticipation. “when do you leave?”

“for new york? tomorrow night. enough time to make sure you all get on your flights and then i’m free!” you try to joke, but you both know exactly what that freedom could entail.

he’s nodding again and the movement is starting to hypnotise you. “change your flight,” he says simply; confidently.

“what?” your eyes snap up to his.

“change your flight. skip new york. come to toronto,” he states. he’s sipping at his drink again but his gaze still feels heavy on you. your mouth opens and closes, not sure exactly what to say. sensible you would say no, you’ve got a plan and you’re sticking to it. it’s like he can feel you wavering and he moves closer, his divine scent overpowering you.

“stop overthinkin’ it. come with me,” he says, mumbling into your ear. his curls are brushing against your face and his breaths are blowing onto your neck. the mixtures of his staggered exhales and the intensity of him being so close makes you turn your head closer to him, ignoring the screaming in your brain to turn the other way. your nose touches his cheek and you feel rather than see him smile. he tilts his face towards you further, noses almost touching and you know if you leant in, your lips would finally meet. he senses the same thing and you watch his lips part in anticipation. he’s inching minutely closer, almost as if he doesn’t realise he’s moving at all.

“when’s your flight?” you mumble, a breath separating you and his plump lips. he licks his bottom lip and you swear you can feel the movement on your own. your eyes slide closed involuntarily and you sway into him, back not touching the pillar at all anymore.

“‘bout an hour from now. should really be in the car on the way to the airport right now.”

you’re waiting for the urge to chastise him for being irresponsible to arise but it doesn’t, instead replaced by heat flooding your body, twisting through your veins and settling low in your stomach. you breathe him in, face fitting perfectly in the space between his neck and jaw without actually touching him. you’re not sure you could make it out of here unnoticed if you actually felt the feel of his skin on yours. shawn’s answering swallow reassures you that he’s feeling the same way and that he’s definitely on the same wavelength as you. he’s patiently waiting for your answer despite the fact he should be already be en route to the airport and a wave of recklessness overcomes you.

“let’s go,” you say, voice rough, reaching up with a hand braced on his shirt clad chest to whisper into his ear.

his eyes blink wide for a second whilst he digests your response, impressively downing the rest of his drink and then slamming it on the nearest surface he can reach without moving away from you.

“let’s.”

he waits for you to deposit your almost empty glass and then his left hand slips into your right and intertwines your fingers. the grip is loose to start with, trying to be casual but you can feel the desperation to finally be alone thrumming through him.

you keep your eyes focused on the exit sign as he pulls you through the crowd of crew members, blatantly ignoring their shocked faces and then deafening howls of approval at shawn and y/n leaving the club together. a voice at the back of your brain starts to whisper about how you hope they don’t think you’re unprofessional. you’re silently arguing with yourself when shawn comes to a stop at a blacked out vehicle. he yanks open the door and then turns around to face you for the first time since you left the club.

in the seedy parking lot under a fluorescent street light, his devastating smile cuts through those doubts, igniting them into flames of want as he nods his head encouragingly towards the car door. leaving your wrecked hesitations behind you, you climb on in.

you’re bundled into the small, leather seat of the aeroplane, eyes focused intently on the flight attendant modelling the safety checks at the front. you’re in the aisle seat this time of course, shawn slipping straight into the window seat without hesitation, smiling up at you as he fastened his seatbelt. you’ve heard these safety instructions thousands of times - you’re on a flight every two or three days on average whilst you’re on tour - but you always make the effort to concentrate; just in case. it’s another one of those coping strategies to help you deal with your hatred of flying.

this time though, you realise you’re actually not taking in a word of what she’s saying. your mind is racing with anticipation of what’s going to happen when you step off this flight, into a world where you’re not shawn’s tour manager, you’re just you and him. you tear your eyes away from the staff member showing you where your nearest exits are because you need to be looking at him.

his eyes are waiting to capture yours when you tilt your head on the headrest in is direction and you smile softly when you realise he’s not taken his eyes off you this whole time. he shrugs a shoulder like he’s communicating what can i say? when he sees you smile. you can’t even blame the butterflies in your stomach on nerves about flying anymore; they’re purely for him.

“how long’s this flight?” you whisper to him, just loud enough that he can hear over the roaring of the engine as the plane taxis, but not too loud that he doesn’t have to lean a little further in.

he presses his firm shoulder right against yours, resting his arm on the arm rest in between you both. he answers just as quietly, “‘bout two hours,” before slowly sliding his hand over and resting it softly on your thigh, just above your knee.

your breathing picks up as your eyes track his movement, feeling his hand lightly rest on your leg causing goosebumps to prickle on skin that isn’t even showing. in your peripheral, you’re half aware that the plane is rocketing down the runway now, wheels lifting off the ground but your only focus remains on his hand touching your body.

unable to resist, you lift a hand off your stomach where it’s travelled to through habit and smooth your index finger lightly down his bare arm. you swirl it back and forth through the soft dusting of hair and it dances down past his wrist, coming to a halt on his swallow tattoo. when he clenches his grip tighter on your thigh, the wings of the bird look like they’re moving, you notice. a thrill races through you at the realisation that if something so small that you’ve never been close enough to see before fascinates you, then fuck, you’ve got a lot coming your way.

you place your hand on top of his larger one, resting it there for a second or two as you both stare at them together. finally, you grip his hand firmly and pull, sliding his hand further up your leg, now nearer your hip than your knee. his grip is solid now, each finger pressing into your thigh one at a time, spreading bursts of heat throughout your body. his eyes are still fixated on where he’s touching you until you nudge at him with your shoulder.

his eyes meet yours immediately, and you already notice that his pupils are larger than usual. his gaze is intense and he licks his lips unconsciously before flipping up the arm rest in between you. he looks up at you, reading your face for a hesitancy that he doesn’t seem to find, before settling back down in his chair, even closer to you this time. he dances his fingers along the edge of your leg slowly, only replacing his hand back to where it was when you nudge your leg closer to him. he plants his head on the back of his headrest and turns his head to look at you again.

“we’re in the air - you didn’t freak out this time,” he notes, not judging, not making a big deal. just commenting.

“i was a little distracted,” you reply, eyes glancing playfully at his hand clutching your thigh.

“well if that’s all it takes to distract you…” he trails off, listening carefully to your broken intake of breath.

“how long?”

he peeks at his phone from his pocket, sliding it back in and resumes his position. “‘bout an hour and a half. this is going to be the longest hour of my life,” he huffs out with a quiet, self deprecating laugh.

“we did eight weeks; i think we can manage an hour,” you try to reason.

“was longer than that,” he mumbles, cheeks flushing that delectable pink colour.

“what?”

“it was longer than eight weeks. how long since i met you? like, eight months? i’ve waited that long,” he confesses to you. not giving you time to respond, he continues, “i might not have known it right there and then, but fuck, you just did something to me. made me feel things i’d never experienced. andrew says i talked non-stop about how much i loved pissing you off. he practically locked me in a room days before he handcuffed us to tell me to pull my shit together and it fucking blindsided me. i kept saying to him, ‘what the fuck are you talking about?’ but when he really laid it out there for me, i couldn’t believe i had been so fucking stupid.”

you stare at him, your lips parted in disbelief at the words this boy is telling you right now. your eyes flit from one of his features to the other and he knows you well enough to ask, “what is it? what are you thinking?”

“i’m thinking i need to send andrew a fucking bunch of flowers and a thank you note,” you mumble, breaking into a grin as shawn’s loud guffaw of laughter provokes a few aggressive shushes from the rest of the quiet, almost sleeping plane. he winces in apology, before slapping his hand over his mouth to capture the rest of the noise.

when he finally calms he shuffles closer into you, lips directly by your ear as he whispers, “think i’m the one needing to thank him. he brought me you, didn’t he?”

after very successfully distracting you again by offering you his arm to trace up and down upon landing, you and shawn exit the airport terminal with only yourselves - the rest of your luggage is still on the tour cargo and waiting to be shipped out to you. usually, you’d be making a mental note to change the forwarding address to toronto. wait - who are you kidding? usually, you wouldn’t even be here. there’s nothing usual about this, but fuck, it feels right. luckily, your mind is focused on the handsome rockstar who is carefully leading you through the arrival crowds outside of the terminal to the car waiting for him.

he guides you again into the back of the car, this time choosing to sit on the opposite side to you. having spent the whole journey plastered to your side, you glance quickly at him to try and work out what’s going on. before you can overthink yourself into crisis, his cheeks colour even in the dark of the car and he mumbles, “can’t trust myself to sit too close.” his eyes trail upwards from where your toned legs appear in the passing streetlight and over the rest of your body, eyes burning a trail of heat where they travel. he rubs a hand through his hair roughly, before averting his eyes to his hometown outside of his window. your eyes glance to the clock glowing on the dashboard at the front of the car and you read its glowing numbers. you wonder how long it will take to get to shawn’s apartment but his voice interrupts your thoughts.

“twenty minutes,” he mumbles to you, still staring out of the window, then turns to the driver. “i’ll throw in another hundred if you can make it fifteen, man.”

the lights of the lobby in shawn’s apartment complex are bright when you enter. your eyes squint in response and you wait for the arrival of panic surging through your body at the fact this is finally real. shawn’s impatiently pressing the elevator call button one two many times and he’s about to ask the lady behind the reception desk if it’s working at all when the doors finally open. he turns to look at you as he holds open the doors with a large hand and nods his head inside like a question - are you ready?

you look him up and down, licking your lips subconsciously and instead of nodding, you stride past him into the elevator, brushing your arm along his rock hard stomach as you pass. shawn’s breathy exhale couldn’t be ignored.

still not trusting yourselves to stand too close - not yet, not when you’ve waited so long - you stand on either side of the mirrored elevator. he braces his hands on the rail behind him as if he can’t not be holding onto something right now to keep his hands busy. you lazily prop yourself up against the opposite wall, watching as his eyes trace over every inch of you despite you being fully clothed.

you’ve not said anything to each other since you last spoke in the taxi and the air is thick with tension. he keeps catching your eye like he’s checking you’re still here, you’re still ok with this before he moves his gaze along again.

the elevator bell pings to signal you’ve finally reached his floor and his eyes automatically lock with yours. feeling confident that any feelings of doubt that you shouldn’t be doing this have been left back when the tour ended, you offer him a quick wink and the grin he sends you back sends shockwaves through your body.

not being able to keep his hands from you any longer, he offers you his hand and pulls you out of the elevator, not slowing his long steps for you to catch up. he comes to a halt by a large black door and roots in his tight pocket for his key. your eyebrow is raised as you watch him fumble for it and you can’t stop your eyes sliding to where his hand is next to. he deifinitely sees your appreciative gaze and when he finally retrieves the key and you look back to his face, the smirk he sends you makes a rosy blush spread across your cheeks. you shrug your shoulders in innocence and he almost kicks the door in in his efforts to finally get you alone.

he holds the door for you and shuts it quietly behind you as you glance around at his place - you’ve heard so much about it but you’ve never actually been before. you have the overwhelming feeling that it’s so him. clean lines, tidy, flashes of his personality scattered throughout the lviing space and kitchen that you can see. you hear him slide a couple of the locks across the door that keep him safe and your heart beats a little quicker. this is his safe space and he wants you in it.

“so uh, this is where i live,” he states a little awkwardly for someone who was o confident earlier. your heart rate picks up speed again - he’s so fucking adorable.

you nod in response, looking around you again, smiling at the touches that he’s so carefully placed around. he’s watching you take in his personal space and he’s trying his best not to make it obvious but he’s so fucking nervous that he’s finally got you here.

“i could, uh, i could give you a tour if you’d like?” he suggests, rubbing the back of his neck to give his arm something to do rather than stadning like an idiot who can’t keep his eyes off you.

you shake your head to decline his offer as you flick through a well thumbed novel on the kitchen breakfast bar next to where you’re stood.

his heart almost stops right there and then. shit. you’ve changed your mind already. he’s so, so in this and you’re not there with him and he’s starting to panic a little when you place the book down and face him head on.

“there’s something i want more than a tour of your apartment,” you state, feeling bold and looking him directly in the eye.

“uh, yeah - yeah, of course. just tell me whatever -” he stops dead in his tracks and he feels the liquid heat cascade through his thudding veins when he sees your eyes darken and you take a step towards him, then another and then one more. you’re right in front of him now and you look up at him from under your lashes.

“you.”

the audible exhale of fuck that whispers out of his mouth has you simultaneously smiling and fighting to hide a groan of pleasure and he’s nodding his head frantically, moving further into you so his arms are wrapped around you finally. your chest is pressed against his and your hands are grasped onto the side of his face and the back of his neck. he rests his forehead against yours and breathes deeply - trying to calm his racing pulse and breathe you in at the same time.

he’s so close you hear him ask, nothing more than a whisper, “please can i kiss you?”

you nod your head once before his lips brush against yours feather soft, letting you feel out the sensation. your hand slides up the back of his neck into his hair and he shivers pushing further into you so there’s not a breath of a gap between your bodies. he keeps his lips barely touching yours and you can feel yourself getting frustrated - you want him to kiss you like he’s been waiting eight weeks to do so and this is all he’s giving you?

your hand twines into the hair at the back of his neck and you pull. his lips fall to yours and you take control, kissing him like you’ve wanted to since he told you how he felt back in that hotel room that will forever be ingrained in your mind, and if you’re being honest with yourself, probably long before then. you kitten lick at his bottom lip and he complyingly parts his lips for you. the first slide of his tongue against yours makes you melt into him, pushing up onto your tip toes for better leverage his arms hoist you, keeping you steady so he can keep doing this forever. he’s not sure he’s ever going to want to stop. his hand smooths up your back and cradles the back of your head, keeping you close but not demanding anything from you, simply happy to take whatever you’re wanting to give.

the concoction of pleasure and want and anticipation surging through your bloodstream, mixed with the realisation of what he’s doing makes you gasp and you pull back to rest your forehead against his flushed cheek. he’s panting into your ear in sync with your breaths, hand constantly rubbing up and down your back and into your hair in a way that’s meant to be soothing but instead is causing fireworks of electricity to spark in you.

you push yourself away slightly from him so you can look at him while you speak, but he pulls you a little closer to him, not wanting you to go too far.

you push the fallen tendrils of hair back off his forehead as you whisper, “i know what you’re doing, mendes.”

it takes him a second to register that you’ve spoken to him because he’s too encaptured in the flush that’s blossomed on your neck and chest and the thought that he’s caused that has caused his brain to need a quick reset.

eloquently, he replies, “huh?”

you huff out a laugh and slap his chest lightly in a playful manner. “i know your game. you’re letting me be in control,” you whisper, unable to resist the urge of planting a kiss on his cheek.

he shrugs his shoulders before replying, “don’t wanna scare you. want this so bad. want you so bad. want you to feel comfortable. you like control so i’m giving you it,” he mumbles, eyes scanning over your face and fingers dancing up and down your side in a delicious tickle that makes you press closer into him. you think that might have been what he wanted anyway.

your eyes close at his statement and pull him into a deep kiss by the back of his head, not quite catching the breathy sounds of pleasure that escape your lips when he does that thing with his tongue. your lips part with a slick sound and you whisper, “how about a mini tour of the apartment? maybe start with the bedroom and then we’ll see how we get on?”

he grasps you in another desperate kiss before his separates himself from you and whispers, “follow me,” grasping your hand in his large one. the door slams against the wall in his haste to get into the room and you can’t resist your giggle at his wince when he hears it make contact. he rolls his eyes at himself and then stands stock still at the door while you spin slowly in the centre of his room, taking in everything. you turn to face him when you’ve not heard any movement from him and you gasp audibly when you look at him.

his cheeks are blotched with that pink flush and his eyes are dark, watching you. he licks his swollen, red lips and waits for you to make the next move. you can’t believe this is the same guy that you used to bicker and banter with constantly, who you convinced yourself fucking hated you. the power he makes you feel in that moment where he’s allowing you to be in control makes you smile, grin covering your face and he instinctively mirrors it straight back.

“cool room, mendes,” you state. it’s not what he was expecting but then again, from you? he knows to expect the unexpected.

“thanks,” he laughs, eyes confused but along for the ride.

“how about a tour of your bed next?”

he cackles out a laugh this time and strides up to you, swooping down to capture your lips and you’re shocked at how little you’ve done this with him but how right it feels already.

your impatient hands slide to his lower back, untucking his shirt from his jeans and smiling inwardly at shawn’s silent of exhale of yes when your hands meet his solid, bare back. one scrape of your nails from the middle of his back where you can reach down has him working on his top few buttons himself before you take pity on him and replace his fingers with yours. he sucks on your lower lip in thanks and holds you against him with strong arms as your legs turn to jelly at the feeling.

with quick work of your dexterous fingers, the shirt is unbuttoned and you shove it off his shoulders without a care of where it lands. you can’t decide where you want your hands to be - his back, his chest, his stomach, his neck, face, hair so they’re everywhere and everything feels so good.

he slowly pushes you backwards towards the king sized bed placed in the centre of the far wall and pulls back to glance at your face before he places you on the plush mattress. you turn with him until the backs of his knees are meeting the mattress and then you push until he’s sat down. he looks up at you - the height difference reversed - and closes his eyes when you run your hand over his cheek and up in to his hair. he looks wrecked already and only his shirt has been removed. butterflies in your stomach flutter at the effect you’re having on him.

he opens his legs to let you stand in them and without opening his eyes, tips up his chin silently asking for you to kiss him again and who are you to dismiss a request like that? because of his position, his hands are lower this time, roaming over your waist and squeezing at your thighs that he became familiar with on the plane, sucking down your gasps each time he squeezes a little harder. his hands flutter over your ass on his way up to push his hands under your shirt at your lower back and you push back, encouraging him to grab a handful like you know he’s desperate to. the groan into your mouth when he finally gets a hold lets you know that you were right - that was exactly what he wanted.

you lift your legs one by one and plant them either side of him on the soft mattress, straddling him on the edge of the bed. he pulls you closer by the ass and he’s still leaning his head up to keep kissing you in that hypnotising way. you can’t resist so you roll your hips into his when he flicks his tongue in that particular way in your mouth, moaning into the already heavy air of the bedroom when he bites your lip in response.

his mouth travels away from your mouth, across your burning cheeks and to your ear, kissing and licking a wet path as he goes. he reaches the spot just under your ear and laves his tongue across it, careful not to leave a mark because he’s not quite sure how you’d react later to one so visible to someone that isn’t you or him. your head alternating between throwing it back in pleasure and leaning forward to kiss and nibble at his bare shoulder and give him better access to keep doing whatever it is to your neck that’s making you feel so good.

his hand is intertwined in your hair and he’s getting a little braver now, tugging your head to where he wants it, then soothing it over. your hands are running up and down his carved chest and his breath hitches as your nail catches on a nipple accidentally, but the next few times you do it are definitely on purpose. the way his hips roll up to meet your still moving ones makes you breathless.

you create a fraction of space between the two of you by arching your back away from him so you can get your hand to the button of his jeans and make deft work of that and his zipper. shawn groans brokenly into the air at the sight of your hands so close to him and you smile down at him, still perched on his lap.

his hands and clutching at the back of your dress, pulling and grabbing to keep his hands busy and slip him a quick wink, smiling back when he laughing disbelievingly to himself. the sound of his laughter soon turns into a broken gasp as you trail your fingers down his abs and slip them just below his underwear band. his mouth drops open in a silent moan as you finally grasp him fully and you let your forehead rest against his as you pump him slowly, letting him get used to the feeling. he tilts his head slightly so he’s a fraction away from your lips and whispers out a gruff fuck before capturing your mouth in a messy kiss.

the feeling of him in your hand and the desperate kisses he’s stealing from you makes impatience bubble through you, mixing intoxicatingly with the lust and desire racing through your veins. you slide your hand out of his boxers slowly and can’t resist pecking at his cheek adoringly when he whines at the loss of contact. you stand up from his lap but remain close with your hands perched on his shoulders to keep upright.

he’s gazing up at you with total trust and you whisper, “off,” and gesture to his tight jeans that although unbuttoned, are still in your way. he stands unsteadily, breathing in deeply when he stands toe to toe with you can’t resist capturing your lips once, twice more before pushing down his underwear and jeans in one go, not before grabbing a single condom packet from his back pocket and throwing it behind him on the bed with a fierce blush. he kicks the jeans off to the side and glances back at you in time to see you eyeing him up and licking your lips, making the blush in his cheeks glow brighter and the black of his pupils burn darker.

you push him back down onto the bed again with more force this time, making him fall backwards, his legs still at the edge of the bed with his feet flat on the floor. you don’t give him the time to react before you’re climbing back on his lap and the feeling of your panties covered core pressing against him bare is mesmerising and you want more.

he sits up on his elbows, awaiting your next move and you can tell he’s trying to predict what you’re about to do next. you take a hold of him again in your right hand and offer a few teasing strokes, admiring how the muscles of his rock hard abs clench at the feeling. he’s thrown his head back down onto the mattress in pleasure and his eyes are closed, so you use that moment to surprise him.

you grasp the condom packet from where it’s resting at the side of you on the bed and rip it open with your teeth. you roll it deftly over him, smirking at the broken groan he gives and how his arm comes up to flop over his eyes, clearly overwhelmed by the sensation.

lifting yourself up onto your knees, you shuffle so you’re positioned over where he’s still grasped in your tight fist. he feels this movement and lifts his arm an inch from his eyes so he can stare at you. realisation dawns on his face and his eyes physically roll into the back of his head as he nods frantically at you, encouraging you to yes, please, please, go for it.

you nod back, burning lust flooding your entire body and you lift your panties to the side using the hand not holding shawn, rubbing him at your core teasingly before placing him at your entrance and sinking down slowly.

a mutual groan of fuck echoes through his bedroom at the feeling of you both finally connecting and neither of you move when you’ve finally bottomed out.

your skin feels as though it’s on fire and one look at his overwhelmed face makes your racing heart skip a beat.

“shawn,” your voice croaks, deep and low and so so turned on.

he shakes his head in response and weakly holds up one finger telling you to give him a minute.

“baby, please,” you almost sob, tired of holding in noises of your pleasure and so desperate after waiting for so long to finally have him.

he sobs a moan of pleasure out at the pet name you call him and you feel the movement inside of you. you clench at the delicious feeling and he groans in turn.

“fuck, baby, y/n, please. stay still for a sec or this is going to be over so soon. fuck, i can’t believe this is happening. you’re so fucking beautiful. oh god -” he rambles, before you lean your arm over to cover his lips with your finger.

“shhh,” you calm him. “shawn?”

he peeks out at you, closing his eyes immediately when he sees how wrecked you look.

“yeah?”

“i need you to fucking move, or at least let me. i feel like i’m about to explode,” you say, running your hands up and down his carved torso. he nods weakly, thoughts running through his mind about he’s never going to not give in to you ever again.

at his encouragement, you rock your hips slowly at first, settling into a delicious rhythm that feels like fireworks bursting through your body.

slowly rocking hips quickly turn into your riding him for dear life. he’s sat up now, clutching at your hips, ass, back, thighs as the sounds of both of your pleasure form a cacophony through his bedroom. it’s already become his favourite song. “fuck, if we don’t slow down i’m going to come,” he whispers into your ear. “i feel like i’m a fucking fifteen year old,” he laughs, groaning into your hair when he feels the vibration as you join in his giggles.

“baby, if you make me slow down, i’m going to lose it,” you pant. “i’m so fucking close.”

“fuck, are you? god, you feel heavenly, how did we wait this long?”

“shawn, i’m almost there, please just-”

it’s the only prompting he needs as he reaches his hand in between you both and slips it quickly underneath the waistband of your tiny panties, finding the bundle of nerves he was searching for and rubbing so perfectly it has you seeing stars. like a tidal wave, your high collapses over you suddenly and your body shudders with pleasure, capturing shawn’s lips with yours in desperation at feeling as close to him as possible. your hips jolt and stutter through the aftershocks but his firm grip keeps your rhythm steady.

“oh god, that was the most incredible thing i’ve ever seen, oh fuck,” he’s rambling, mostly to himself but you manage to hear the last of it as your hearing finally returns to you.

“yeah? you should have felt it,” you mumble in reply, sucking a lazy mark onto the side of his strong neck. “want you to come,” you whisper.

“can’t. not yet,” he replies, shaking his head in defiance. you clench around him just because you can.

“oh, fuck. baby. i can’t. i want to have you in so many ways,” he sobs brokenly. he’s utterly wrecked; hair wild, eyes even wilder, lips bitten and swollen to a devilish shade of red. he’s seen you, now you want to see him.

“shawn, baby? you’re going to have be in every way you want. but do you know what i want right now?”

“anything, anything. tell me, anything for you, baby.”

“right now, i want you to come,” you whisper into his ear. “i want to feel you under me, want to feel what it’s like to have you come inside me. thought about it for so long, shawn.”

you can barely hear your own voice over the sounds of his gasps, curses and moans and his hands are definitely going to leave marks where he’s still gripping your hips in this tantalising rhythm.

“tell you what, baby?” you prompt. he looks up at where you’re still perched higher than him with black as night eyes.

“i’m going to countdown from 10. when i get to 1, you get to come. sound good?”

“oh fuck, oh fuck, ok, yes! please, yes please. fuck.”

“good boy. look at me, keep your eyes open. 10.”

his fingers dig into your hips even harder; not just holding onto you now but also his self control.

“9.”

his strong thighs quiver under your body, making you moan into his ear at the feeling richochets inside of you.

“8.”

his delicious flush has spread right down his torso and you can’t help but kiss and lick down from his cheek to his neck and shoulder, letting your hand caress all of the places that your mouth can’t quite reach. yet.

“7.”

his perfect pink nipples call out for your fingers to scrape against and he arches up into you even harder, knocking you forward and he buries his face in where your dress has slipped down and has exposed your laced bra.

“6.”

the sensation of him lapping and nipping at your skin has you hauling him upwards to claim his lips. he puts that tongue to good use and has you panting into his mouth, mewling out keening sounds at how talented he is.

“5.”

your hand twines itself into his curls and tugs after a particularly devilish movement of his tongue. he moans in pleasure loudly, voice gruff and broken. he pushes his head back into your hand and you pull again.

“4.”

breathy sounds of pure pleasure are escaping from the slick of your joined mouths and you’re desperate to pull out as many sounds as you can before the morning light. he seems to know this and offers you a devastating gasp of your name that floods your stomach with heat.

“3.”

he’s whispering your name over and over like a mantra, eyes clenched shut like if he looks at you, he might just come on the spot. his eyelashes flutter each time you sink down on to him and a drip of sweat rolls down his temple before you lean into lick it away.

“2.”

his mouth has gone completely slack, forehead creased in concentration as he scrapes his hands around your back, pumping his hips up into you harder, faster each time you countdown.

“1.”

“oh my fucking god, can i please? please can i?” he’s mindlessly asking; begging.

“0. wanna see you, baby. come on,” you encourage as he falls apart under you. his chest heaves, euphoria spreading through his body as his tight ab muscles flutter. his body is twitching in aftershocks as he wraps his arms around your back and falls backwards onto the bed, pulling you with him and laying you on top of him. you giggle into his neck as he sponges kisses to the crook of your shoulder.

“well, fuck me. i’d say it was worth the wait,” he mumbles into your neck, only showing his face when you cackle into his ear.

“yeah, you could say that,” you reply, unable to help the grin on your face as you smooth his sweaty hair back from his forehead, squirming as he slips out of you. his hands are still roaming all over your still clothed body as if he can’t get enough. you can’t take your eyes off his face and smile to yourself when he rolls his eyes.

“what?”

“fuck, you must think i’m so lame.” he pauses, only continuing when you pull a confused face. “didn’t even get you out of your dress,” he explains, swatting lightly at you when you howl with laughter.

“ha, don’t think that was your decision really. had to have you, didn’t i? couldn’t bear another second without you in me, clearly,” you joke.

“oh fuck, you can’t just say things like that,” he giggles, faded flush blooming again in colour on his cheeks.

“it’s true! i’m only being honest!” you laugh.

“ok, well if honesty is what we’re doing - the first thing i want to be honest about is that together we are fucking incredible and i don’t want to freak you out or push you into anything but i would very much like you to stay for as long as you would like to.”

he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and waits for your reply, silently praying that you’re not going to panic. his recently calmed pulse rate doubles when you grin. “well, if we’re being honest, then i’d like to stay. i’m glad we’re on the same page,” you reply.

he looks so breathtaking when he smiles up at you in awe, eyes glistening and perfect grin blinding you that you can’t help but lean in again.

eventually, you pull yourself away although you’re still laid directly on top of him and he tries to pull you back in instantly, pouting at you when you shake your head.

“no, wait. you said first thing. you said ‘the first thing i want to be honest about’. what’s the second?”

he laughs up at you and you slap lightly at his chest to prompt him to spill.

“the second thing was that countdown you gave me? fuck, i liked that so much better than the eight week one.”

your eyes roll automatically and he takes the opportunity to manoeuvre you effortlessly so your back is on the bed. he’s leaning over you with a devilish grin on his face and he wiggles his eyebrows ridiculously in reply to your puzzled look.

for the first time that evening - for your whole relationship - he’s in control. when his lips finally meet yours after what feels like an eternity but has only been minutes, you let him be.

i’d been meaning to finish this for a while and then the calvin pics came out and here we are. thanks, shawn! hope you guys enjoyed :)

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little-dragon-stories · 5 years

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Forever linked Part 6: Pillow talk

Fake text (mostly) and scenario serie pairing Kwon Jiyong and his ex-girlfriend.

After a hurtful breakup she didn’t see coming, y/n is back in her country. But soon, she discovers that the man she has to forget is now linked to her, forever.

WC: 1962

There was a storm outside, the rain hitting loudly in the windows of the room. You used to love storms, not anymore. You were lying side by side on your bed, both of you on your back, holding hands. Jiyong’s flight is in a few hours and you can’t sleep mostly because of it. The last days with him were magical. Being with him has always been easy, comforting. The time you spent away from him were though but having him here with you was not so easy for your broken heart either.

“Kkulie… you’re sleeping?” He whispered while the lightning illuminated the room and the thunder made you shudder.

“No, I am thinking too much. And I am scared of the thunder”.

He turned on his right side and placed his left hand on your tummy, directly on your bare skin, his right hand still holding yours firmly. He noticed the tears silently running on your face when the lightning lit the room again.

“We are safe here together, don’t worry about the storm, we have a roof under our heads. Tell me, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft, he seems concerned.

“I don’t even know for sure” is the answer you gave him while in your head you were thinking “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to go back to that model girl ever again. I want to hit her in the face. I hate her although I have no right to. I want you for myself until the end of times. I am needy and nobody else but you could relieved me. I love you. Please love me back”. This was your real state of mind.

“You’re happy or sad?” He knows you so well, he remembered you often have happy tears.

“Both, blame it on my hormones level”

“Why are you sad?” He asked you softly but you don’t want to answer directly.

“Ji, I took a decision. Can I go back in Korea with you? Well, not with you as a couple but with you as in the same plane?”

“Omg… yes please… of course.”

You started to cry for real now, happy. He drag you closer to him and hugged you very tightly.

“I will ask Dae if I can live with him for a few days. Will you help me found a new apartment?”

“You will come to our house while we are searching a new apartment so I can be with my daughter a little longer”.

No, you don’t want to go there yet, you are not ready to go back to this house where you were so happy.

“Omg, I can’t believe we’re having a little girl» You said instead of arguing with him. «You will spoil her so much, your little princess”.

“I hope she looks like her mom” he said. “ I hope she has your big eyes and you cheeks and your beautiful full lips”.

“And I hope she will look like her appa… her appa is the most beautiful man in the world, she must have his perfect genes”.

“Yaaaa, why are we so cute? She will be the perfect mix of us both. She will be herself. She will be perfect” He was giggling.

“Yeah, she will be for sure. I love her so much already”.

You cannot stop crying. You would like to have him in your life again. You know he loves you. He knows you love him. But as you told him, there was a reason for that breakup. He needed to live his life more freely. You're not going to lock him into a relationship with a child, you love him too much for that. You said, overwhelmed:

«How are we going to call her?»

«I would like a name that could be easily pronounced by your family, they struggle so much with my name already». You laughed.

«But I want her to have a korean name since we’ll be living in Korea. I love Min a lot… Kwon Min Da».

«Kwon Min Yook».

«Kwon Ki Min, Kwon Min Na, Kwon Min Ji, Kwon Hyo Min».

«Kwon Min Soo».

«Oh Ji, I love that one. Kwon Min Soo… It’s short and sweet. I love it»

«Fortunately, we have plenty of time. She still needs to bake in the oven, we cannot even guess that she is there yet.» He said.

“I better stand up and packed my things then”. You wanted to get up and prepare your belongings but he kept you against him.

“I knew you would come back in Seoul one day, I knew it the second I entered your new flat”.

“Really, how come?” You questioned him.

“You haven’t unpacked your drum even if there is an insonorated room, it means you don’t feel home here”.

He was right, you didn’t notice it before but he was right. Lately, you didn’t feel like playing drums though. Since the breakup, you haven’t touch your drum sticks at all. You should have, it’s a wonderful distraction and it helped you a lot in the past. You didn’t answer, comfortably snuggling against his chest.

“I want to know something Kkul. Do you remember that night, when Dae introduced you as his little sister to us?”

It seems like he missed your pillow talk just like you did.

“Of course I do”. You relaxed your body against his again and waited for him to continue.

“I was always wondering, what have you think of me that night? What seduced you?”

“Yaaaa! Where is this coming from? After all those years, you ask me that?” You said smiling.

“I was always wondering but I never asked. I don’t know why”.

“There’s a long list of what I loved about you that night” you answered. “I remember, you were giving an interview backstage and I was impressed by the intelligence of your answers and the softness of your voice, your tonality. I had not seen your face then but I already liked your brain, the way you were thinking. Then I saw your face and boy..., it was the most perfect face I’ve ever seen in my life. Your eyes were bright and playful, you had a shy gummy smile and you couldn’t look at me in the eyes. It was so charming”.

“Indeed I was shy. You intimidated me that night” he said.

“Me? You never told me that… But why? I can’t even kill a bug.”

“Daesung always described you as a badass drummer but what I had in front of me was a little, feminine and delicate girl. You were all bubbly, smiling and cute. I was wondering if you were really his drum teacher”.

“Drummers doesn’t have to be rough you know”.

“I know but Dae was telling me how you were good, playing heavy metal songs on drums and I had a real lady in front of me. I was fascinated by you. I don’t know why. I was imagining a girl with black leather pants, black long hair, tattoos and heavy makeup. Not a girl with a pink veiled skirt and an oversized white shirt. And your big eyes... I was unable to figured what color they were.”

You started to laugh.

«Of course, you couldn’t look at me in the eyes»

«Yaaa stop mocking me. I told you, I was intimidated. Me, G-Dragon from Bigbang was intimidated by a pretty girl in a skirt». When the thunder lit the room again, you could see he was smiling brightly.

“And you Kwon Jiyong, when you took off your makeup and came bare face in front of me, I was almost shaking inside. You were not only intelligent, you were splendid. And your hands Ji, your hands... You know the effect your hands always had on me. I was also in love with all your little gestures, your gummy smile, your flat booty. Boy… it hurts to think about it. Can we please change the subject”.

He thought very fast, he didn’t want you to cry again now that you have just stopped.

“The plane is leaving at 9h. As you know, I have reserved all the VIP section so you have a seat, no problem. Take everything you want, I will pay the extras feeds. No, forget it, I don’t want you to get tired packing everything. Pack your clothes only, I will send a manager to make the boxes and send everything back, just put a note on your belongings so the staff will know what is yours and what came with the apartment.”

«Jiyong, I only have my drum, some products and my clothes. The drum is packed already so we just have to call for a delivery service. What I cannot bring with me, I’ll let it here. That’s all».

“Ok, good. Come, we’ll pack your clothes, let’s sleep on the plane tomorrow”. You let him drag you by the wrist. He helped you pack everything and he called a company that delivers only music instruments all over the world. You let him do it but you insisted to pay the bill yourself even if it will load your credit card. You have your pride!

The flight back to Korea was less tiring than it was when you came initially. Flying with Jiyong on first class is easier than having to transport your suitcases everywhere. On the plane, you wrote down all the things you need to take care of in the next few days: find a new apartment, ask your doctor to transfer your medical file, found a new obstetrician, try to find a new job even if you have enough money to live for the next year, inform your family and friends that you returned to Korea on a whim.

Dae has accepted to take you with him for as long as you need it, of course. Jiyong had no choice but to accept. He understood your arguments and respected your decision. Still, he wanted to help you found a new place to live, he also want to pay for it. His arguments were solids: as soon as people will discover your child is Jiyong’s daughter, she will need to be in a secured building and with only your salary you cannot afford it. She could be chased by paparazzis, kidnapped or hurt. You had no choice but to accept, the fact is, you will have a child with the most wanted man in Asia, she needs to be protected. Her security goes before your independence.

When you landed, you are greeted by something very unpleasant in the v.i.p section of the waiting room. Jiyong’s new girlfriend is there, standing close to Daesung. He doesn’t seem happy by her presence, you could tell just by the way his body stiff and his tight jaw. As soon as he saw you, he smiled and run towards you, lifting you up in the air, calling you dongseng (little sister). You could hear Ji’s greeting his girl discreetly, he doesn’t want to hurt you. But she doesn’t care about it so she grabbed his face and started to kiss him. No way in hell you will look at this so you just told Daesung “please, bring me to your place right now” and he did. You could see, while Dae was fastly giving directions to an airport employee, that Jiyong was not into kissing this girl like that in front of you, he even took a step back and looked at you to make sure you didn’t see the scene. The only thing he can see is the hateful gaze his new girl has on you and your unbothered face as you turned around to follow Daesung, without saying goodbye to him.

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xathia-89 · 5 years

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Bar Kasugayama

Dedicated to @colivara for her donation to me last week.

SHINGEN SMUT WARNING.

Yukimura sighed as he finished cleaning the glass he had to hand; it was unusual for his boss to still be on site this late which made him suspicious. Kenshin had shown up for work as the bouncer like usual on the Friday night while the crowds were starting to trickle in from clocking out time, eager to grab something to wet their throats and start the weekend. The icy man was intimidating to a fault, but he also seemed to attract enough female attention for some of them to try and flirt their ways past the queue, or into the VIP sections. Yuki had already read his texts, and he knew that Sasuke wasn’t going to be there for a couple of hours to give the crowds a chance to get the drinks flowing before he started with the heavy dance hits.

Then Shingen came downstairs. He had changed his clothes and seemed to mix in with the clubbers now since he was in a shirt and jeans.

“Who’s the unlucky girl?” Yuki snorted, knowing that the boss liked the way he served drinks better than the two underlings who were dealing with gaggles of flirting girls.

“It’s Natsuki actually,” he replied. “She’s on her way now she’s changed out of her work clothes apparently,” he was casually leaning against the bar. The man just attracted attention and oozed charisma as the groups of leeches turned their sights on him. Yuki poured out the special bottle of cognac that was kept solely for Shingen and then began the hunt for Natsuki’s chosen poison. “Make sure she doesn’t get charged for her drinks as well; I know that Takemoto and Saiki haven’t met her yet, and it’s been more than a little while since she was here with Seno.”

“Must be a rough occasion if you don’t want her charged. Normally you only offer discounts,” Yuki frowned.

Shingen’s attention was stolen as the sound of complaints filtered in. Kenshin had opened the door after a brief chat with her, and Natsuki glided in. Shingen knew that Kenshin would have to deal with complaints about how come she got to skip the queue to get in, but he was a professional. Yuki let out a low whistle as she found the two men staring at her and headed straight to them. She was dressed to kill for certain, and the two couldn’t resist their stares before Natsuki was within reach. Shingen swooped her into his arms and kissed her on the cheek affectionately, briefly overhearing from Saiki about this being his latest arm candy before Yuki was pouring the drinks out as they liked. Shingen with an ice cube in his cognac, and Natsuki with diet soda, three ice cubes and a double shot of cherry flavoured brandy.

He only had eyes for her as Yuki made sure the two liquor bottles were within reach of the couple. He was bored of eavesdropping by accident on them, especially since Natsuki was such a commonplace feature in the bar when she was between relationships or the tax year was at an end.

“Do you want to talk about it then?” Shingen asked, noticing that she was necking the drinks without much effort while he was nursing the cognac.

“Turns out, the reason he could only see me at certain days and hours was because he’s married, with kids,” Natsuki explained, refusing to meet her friend’s gaze as she focused on the empty glass. “I was just the exciting bit on the side. His wife got hold of my number; I was a name she didn’t recognise that popped up on his phone while he was in the shower. So she gave me a call to let me know because she read the text history, and it was clear from that that he was just lying his ass off about why he couldn’t meet all the time. She was pretty cool about it really and said she had nothing against me. I didn’t come in with the intention of home wrecking,” she shrugged and sighed before Shingen let himself behind the bar to refill her drinks. “Shame he was so damn good in bed.”

Something seemed to click in the head of the bar owner, he let Natsuki finish her drink in silence, and then smiled at her.

“I don’t trust you when you smile like that,” she narrowed her eyes at him and leaned back a little after he extended his hand to her.

“Let’s dance, Sasuke is going to breeze in soon, and you’ll be so absorbed in the music you won’t be thinking of him,” Shingen was giving her that smile. The one she wasn’t immune to, it reached his eyes and warmed them and teased that he would resort to pouting if he didn’t get his way.

“I will not hesitate to slap you if I don’t like where your hands go,” Natsuki grumbled, taking the offered hand.

Yuki signalled for Kenshin to move inside, with the facade of needing to start looking after the VIP areas. The bouncer and bartender were staring at the scene before them as the DJ arrived, muttering apologies before the two men gestured for him to look at the couple.

Natsuki slotted into Shingen like they were made for each other. The alcohol was doing its job, she was loosened up and letting herself sway with the music, and it wasn’t something that any of them had seen despite knowing the friendship from when the two had been kids. The obvious was staring back at the three of them before Sasuke immediately headed for the DJ booth, eager to try and add fuel to the fire that had been started.

“I wondered why he wasn’t flirting with all the girls,” Yuki muttered as Natsuki’s arm was flung over Shingen’s shoulder as they were grinding with the beat.

“He’s going to be disgusting with her,” Kenshin scoffed softly, but stayed instead, feigning the need to start the VIP area parade.

“I need another drink,” Natsuki laughed as the two pushed their way out of the dance floor crowd. Sasuke always drew people in with his music; the man had an innate knowledge to know what was popular and what worked and applied it to a range of available songs which was hugely admirable as the couple found their way to the end of the bar.

A couple of customers began shouting as Shingen went behind the bar and began pouring their drinks out until Kenshin said throwing his boss out wasn’t a great idea. Shingen just smiled and said that his staff were busy and he didn’t want to add to it when he could sort himself out.

Natsuki had her elbows propped up on the end of the bar, and the way her eyes were lighting up at the sight of her brandy tugged sharply on Shingen’s heart. He had been lying to himself so long about her, and when she asked him out tonight for drinking, he had an inkling that her latest relationship had been yet another failure.

“You look gorgeous tonight,” Shingen couldn’t help himself, taking the time to appreciate the effort that Natsuki had put in fully.

“I wanted to remind myself that it’s his fault and not mine,” she shrugged, avoiding the heated gaze of the man.

Shingen paused before pulling Natsuki flush against him, his lips claiming hers passionately, swallowing the initial sounds of surprise and then the moans.

“I am going to fuck you so hard that you forget you ever met that asshole,” he growled down her ear, refusing to let her go as he spotted the doorway to the office upstairs.

His intentions might have been to not bring the club down in public, but Natsuki was as much of a tease as he was. Her teeth were grazing at his neck the second he stopped kissing her, and it was getting harder to focus. He pinned her to the side of the oversized speakers, Sasuke making sure to time the music to cover up any noise made by Natsuki as he left a hickey in the crook of her neck before the two managed to get through the doorway and off the club floor finally.

Yuki was sharing a secret coded look with Kenshin at the display that had just occurred. They were both dreaming, that was the only explanation for the way the two had merely acted in public as they resumed their jobs.

“Shingen,” Natsuki moaned, her head rolling back against the wall as the man attacked her neck with bites. She was palming his jeans like the little tease she wanted to be, the heated look in her eyes was too much as Shingen finally made his way back to her mouth to kiss her again.

“I thought I could hold on to get you upstairs,” his voice was unsteady for once, losing his cool in the moment as Natsuki returned the favour on leaving a love bite in the crook of his neck. The way her tongue was teasing him as she was sucking hard on his skin, it was too much to handle. This was staff only and meant that their chances of being caught were slim at worst anyway as he couldn’t wait to kiss her again.

He hoisted her up sharply against the wall as their tongues were busy, tugging on his jeans to just pull them down enough to free his aching cock from the denim strain before quickly shoving two of his fingers into her cunt. His groan was swallowed up by the woman; she was soaking and ready for him as he couldn’t wait any longer. He couldn’t even wait to remove her panties, not that they were doing much good as he pulled the material to the side. He usually would be for all the teasing possible, but right now there was a fire only Natsuki had the ability to put out.

The music was still thumping as the club was getting busier. Everyone was looking to lose themselves in the music and alcohol as Shingen thrust his entire length into her waiting pussy. Her gasp was quickly lost to the groans, locking her legs around his hips and hanging onto his shoulders for dear life. She could feel him thrusting hard, his fingers digging into her hips before she could feel the need in her beginning to spiral out of control.

Natsuki’s back arched off the cool wall as she dared to remove a hand from him, their furiously passionate kiss muting many of the noises the two were making and then her featherlite touches to her clit. She was so close as Shingen was struggling to keep pace. Her fingers pinched on her exposed nub, forcing her orgasm to wreck her body. Her nails were digging in through the material of his shirt, and it was too much for him to hold off at the triggering spasming of her cunt. The music suddenly changed in the background to something a lot louder and with a thumping bass line as the couple began to come down from their high.

Natsuki was feeling too embarrassed to look her friend in the face and instead chose to bury her head into his shoulder much to his amusement.

Shingen was gentle in his movements and tucked himself away swiftly.

“Where are you going?” He asked softly, barely audible over the music from the other room as the woman shifted towards the doors. The way she froze like a deer in the headlights was adorable before his arms slipped around her waist from behind and he nuzzled in her neck, enjoying her perfume mixed with the smells of sex. “We were going up to my office.”

“We didn’t make it to your office,” Natsuki paused, clearly unsure about the situation as she looked towards the doors to hide the blush on her face from the male.

“Exactly, so we should go,” a sharp intake of breath made the male smile, he had said it in a purposefully seductive tone. Shingen never realised how addictive a woman could be until then. He didn’t want to let anyone else see her or have her, and his office was the only place right now that he could take her that met those requirements. “You can clean up in the private bathroom there if you wish,” he murmured into her ear before smiling as he felt her muscles relax.

“Only if you let me in there first,” her pout was adorable, and it made his heart melt. He wouldn’t let her have her hand back as the two made it up to the stairs. Shingen loitered and faffed around to get the key in the lock, teasing her constantly with a finger tracing over the shell of her ear and down her neck before she lost her control and pushed the lock to get in.

He was chuckling to himself as she rushed to the bathroom. He recalled the feeling of needing to clean up, and that many girls had reacted in similar fashions previously after sex. He dropped onto the sofa, glad for the change of scenery and the privacy as he rubbed the back of his neck. His muscles would be a little stiff in the morning most likely after that escapade, but he would do it all over again to hear Natsuki make those noises.

Shingen let his head roll back, feeling the stress of the day begin to melt away from his body before the door to the bathroom opened. He was prepared to make a joke about her using the shower in it, only to see that she just had. Her hair was damp, it had been towel dried to the best she could manage, but it was the way she wore his spare shirt that had captured his tongue at that point.

The blush on her cheeks was endearing to the bar owner, and he had no idea how the hell he had been so oblivious to how perfect she was before this moment. The second he could touch her, Natsuki was laughing because Shingen had gotten too impatient to have her again. His lips were soft against hers as she was straddling his lap, there was nothing of the rush this time as he wanted to find out everything about her. His hands trailed to follow the dip of her back, and then the curve of her backside leading to her muscular thighs, she was shivering under his touch, and her kisses were getting more desperate the more he didn’t give her what she wanted. Her hips were grinding against his jeans, and then her hand slid down his chiseled torso to his belt.

He chuckled, tilting his head back to breathe but Natsuki was having none of it by appearances as she immediately began to suck and nip at his offered neck. He couldn’t stop groaning and realised that the woman had already freed his cock from his jeans and boxers before he could stop to tease her more.

“Mm, relax,” he purred down her ear, wrapping a hand around his hardening member and starting to stroke the shaft. “We don’t need to rush.”

“You’re teasing,” Shingen couldn’t resist kissing the pout off her face, something Natsuki had anticipated as the next thing the male felt was her warm and wet cunt sinking down his shaft. “But as easy to read as ever,” her smile was wicked, and Takeda felt his heart lurch at the sight.

He kept her hips steady, not wanting to pound her relentlessly out of need but instead making her cum over and over was his target for now. He lazily flicked open the buttons on his shirt, before cupping one of her breasts like a work of art. He massaged her chest, and greedily deepened the kiss as he felt her pussy begin to tighten. This was just the first one as he tapped her fingers off her clit, chuckling at her complaint before she was swimming in pleasure. It was taking every effort for him to stave himself off; he was going to show Natsuki how things really should be as her body was shivering with delight.

Shingen couldn’t resist suckling on her offered chest. The way that Natsuki was wreathing about against his cock was magical, he wasn’t letting up from his fingers ministrations, and she was quickly scaling back up for her second climax from the way her moans were hitching in her throat and the increased sloppiness of her bites and kisses. She looked too stunning to resist as her orgasm rampaged, and caught the man unable not to give her what she truly wanted.

He tugged sharply on her hair, pulling it backwards into his hand as he hammered his cock into her spasming cunt. Natsuki was barely finishing her second climax as her third was already arriving, her screams of pleasure triggering Shingen over the edge. He came hard, his whole body convulsing as the two refused to let go of each other.

Natsuki was snuggled up to his sweaty clothes, her exertion clear as she was dozing despite the thumping bass from downstairs.

“I’m not letting you sleep here,” Shingen laughed, picking the woman up and taking her back over to the private bathroom. “A quick shower and then home.”

“Who’s home?” Natsuki was tempting in disguise, her heavily lidded eyes making Shingen pause in his path.

“You are officially going to be the death of me,” Takeda murmured, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “I also believe we go to yours simply to get you some clothes for the weekend.”

“You do have the better bed,” she laughed, her nose brushing against his neck before the man could hurry off to finish his plan of attack.

#shingen takeda #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #smut #for my sugar momma

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dreamgirlbreezy · 5 years

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CHAPTER 20

DONNIE

I don’t know how I feel I think she used me I didn’t come her excepting sex it’s clear she did cause she came her with nothing on underneath her dress so like a fool I fell for it I need to get home and shower I can't believe I did that.

“Get out my car”

“Donnie please we just”

“I know what we just did and I want you out my car this was your plan all along”

“Donnie don’t shut me out please”

“I want you out my motherfucking car Raquel” she opened the door and got out but had the door open looking at me.

“Donnie please don’t be angry with me I thought if we made love again you would see that we can work things out that’s all”

“Close my door and walk away I’m done with you” she closed the door as I started up the car and backing up then driving off.

**2 WEEKS LATER**

I was back at home and I think Rocky finally got the picture cause each day she calls less and less soon she will stop calling all together. She came here a few times but I didn’t speak to her either my mom or my Aunt spoke with her, I told them both if she comes by to tell her I’m busy, it was my last morning here I was all moved into my new place right now I was standing at the door of my mom’s house she was hugging me.

“You promise you will still come by”

“Yes mama every Sunday for dinner I promise” I kissed her forehead and hugged her again. “You’ll have to come to my house to okay”

“Okay bye angel”

“See ya ma” I walked away from her and got in my car starting it up and I back out and was off to my house. Once I got to my home I was happy only a few friends knew where my house was and that’s the way I like it.

Once I parked in the drive way I went right in happy to be home I kicked off my shoes at the door and went to the livingroom turning on the TV I sat there ready to relax when my phone started ringing I was not in the mood for it today I had finals coming up and I wanted to relax before I started studying .

“Hello”

Ph) “Hi”

“Hey what’s up?”

Ph) “Umm I was calling checking on you seeing how you were doing?”

“I’m good how about you?”

Ph) “I’m ok could be better I was just calling to check on you with finals around the corner I know how stress you get I was just checking in on you”

“Well thanks for checking on me but I’m fine about to start studying as soon as I get off the phone with you”

Ph) “Oh okay that’s good ummm a few of us are getting together and doing a study session you’re more than welcome to join us if you like”

“Thanks I like to study alone look I gotta go I'll see you around”

Ph) “Okay bye”

“Bye”

Ph) “I miss you and I love you”

“Bye Raquel” I hung up getting up I went and got my book bag and went right to it started studying I wanted to pass my finals and I didn’t wanna be bothered with anyone right now I like to study alone no one to bother me or to get me sidetrack.

After I was done with studying I was sitting outside thinking, thinking about everything my whole life my daughter Raquel school just everything what I wanted to do what I wasn’t going to do shit like that.

I heard the doorbell and I went walking around the front to see who it was I could see them but they couldn’t see me, I looked and saw it was Tony, Ken , Mario and my cousins Maurice and Lo.

“Yo over here” they looked my way and smiled coming towards me.

“What’s up nigga how you doing?” Tony asked as I dapped them all and we went inside.

“Why you not answering the door why you sneaking on the side like a robber?” Maurice asked

“I was already outside when yall rang the bell”

“Oh” Lo said walking pass me. We all went to the livingroom and started playing video games.

“Oh your girl came by the studio today looking for you”

“My girl?”

“Don’t play dumb you know who”

“Oh yea”

“Yea she was looking for you, I told her you was there earlier and she wanted to lay down a track to tell you how she feels and I let her told her I would give it to you but she was embarrassed about it and didn’t like it so she wrote it down” Tony said handing me a letter I just looked at it. “Take it” I took it and wasn’t plan on reading it.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Read it for real for real read it she worked hard on it”

“Okay I'll read it” I got up and left the livingroom going into the kitchen where I opened up the letter.

‘Dear Adonis

Let me start this letter by saying I never, ever, ever meant to hurt your feelings. It's the last thing I would ever want to do.

If you don't believe anything else, please know that. Please know that I am sorry beyond any of the words I put to paper.

Hurting someone you love and knowing that you are the one that caused the pain is more than I can bare. You are my best friend, my boyfriend, and the light of my life.

Whenever we were apart and I used to think about you, a smile would come to my face.

Whenever I was nervous or anxious, I would think about you, smile, and calm down immediately.

You were and are my 'happy place'. But now when I think of you, all I see is the hurt in your face. And, the smile that used to come so naturally and automatically to me, is now replaced with a frown.

I never realized the implications of my behavior and words and the effect they would have on you. I've always been casual with words, never giving a thought to how they could be weaponized, how piercing they could be, and how hurtful they are.

I never viewed the lies I told as lying. Instead, I thought of them as exaggerations, saying things to prevent hurting someone's feelings, that none of it really mattered.

I never thought about how the snide remarks I make sometimes are passive aggressive behavior.

I never saw the abuse in my words. The abuse and disrespect I showed you by lying to you.

I now know that I've been doing this all my life and it's time for me to take responsibility for my actions and words. It's time for me to grow up. It's time for me to honor my life, family, friends and the lives of everyone around me.

I have to admit that these are pretty big revelations to me. This is a life changing moment.

What it took to get me here was that fleeting moment when I saw the deep, honest, and profound hurt in your eyes.

I looked into your eyes and saw that I hurt your soul.

It crushed me. The honesty of it all shocked me. The pureness of the moment took my breath away and all of my words and actions towards you came rushing through my mind.

You've told me before how I've hurt your feelings, I'd listen, apologize and we would move on. But I never really understood what it meant.

I viewed it as casually as my words. I understood it in my mind but not emotionally.

Now I do.

Your eyes made it clear to me. I have no excuses, only shame for hurting you.

So here I stand in front of you, asking for your forgiveness and promising you that the lies and hurtful behavior is over. I promise you that it will never happen again.

I hope you'll continue to have faith in me and let me prove myself to you so that one day in the future when I think of you, that smile returns to my face.

Love,

Raquel’

“Hey Don I got a favor to ask” Maurice said

“Okay” I put the letter in a draw and looked at him.

“There’s this girl right--” Maurice said

“Nope”

“Damn let me finish saying what I was going to say before you say no” Maurice said

“Okay what?”

“There’s this girl I been trying to get with she won’t hang out with me alone unless her 2 friends come along so we going out to eat tonight and well I need another body there Tony already said he’ll come I need you to come too” Maurice said

“Nope I’m not doing it”

“Come I didn’t say you had to like her just be there so I get with this bitch come on I’ve done it for you and now you gotta do it for me” Maurice said

“Really you doing that you pulling that card?”

“Yup so you so we leaving in a hour” Maurice said

“Damn man I don’t have time for no females”

“Yea you do just not the one you want” Maurice said I gave him the finger as he laughed, I left the kitchen going back in to the livingroom where I played games until it was time for us to go, everyone left I drove myself so that way I can leave if I wanted to and not be stuck.

We went to dinner I was paired up with a girl name Stacey she was fine I won’t lie she didn’t talk a lot tho her friends did most of the talking to us she would add in a few things, well maybe because I didn’t do much talking either I was just here to fill a spot.

“Are yall brothers?” Stacey asked

“No cousins”

“Oh how, never mind” Stacey smiled to herself.

“You was going to ask how long we been cousins huh?” she giggled and nodded I laughed at her. “Since birth” I gave her a wink and she blushed.

“I was thinking we should go to club Ensure after we leave here” Maurice said

“I’m down”

“Yea sounds good” Stacey said as the other agreed, once we was done here we went right to the club and was in the VIP section having a good time Stacey was all on me she was fine so I wasn’t going to stop her. But while I was having a good time I felt like someone was watching me not like normal looking but like watching me watching me I started to look around the club and my eyes landed on Lisa she was here in the club too great!!

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brattywriters-anonymous · 5 years

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A Night Off..

Erik x OC

Part three of “I’m Never Wrong” Series

Mini playlist: Moments Of Love x Art of Noise

It’s You x Kem

Share my Life x Kem

Night Off x Drake ft. Lloyd

You’ve been busy. Hella busy. Erik and you had Leanna September after that fateful Christmas, you married the following April, and two years later (before Leanna’s Moana Luau birthday celebration) you found out you were pregnant again. You gave birth to N’Juma That following summer and after being cleared to return to work you were swamped.

You received the promotion for Managing Partner at your firm and you played the role of the Partner’s keepers. Even though you were glad about not having to see courtrooms unless deemed necessary, you now have to track their time at work and expenses on business cards, their vacation and sick time; Along with sitting in extraneous meetings with board members with their bottom line being the only thing they ever care about. You know you could quit at anytime. Your husband reminds you time and time again that he can take care of you, Lee, JuJu, and any other kids you plan on having single-handedly.

Him being a prince and all, you were certain that he could. Momma just didn’t raise you to be nobody’s housewife. You love your children more than anything, and to a certain extent, you love your job, but after two months of going between Mommy and Senior Partner, F/N M/N Udaku, esq. needed a BREAK.

You came home on a Friday evening to find two ladies from the Dora Milaje on your front porch, you knew either Queen Mother, Shuri, or T’challa was behind the door. To your surprise, it was Shuri. You often used to joke to her that Leanna took a piece of Shuri’s personality because she always had a witty come back to her daddy’s sly comments, and they were as thick as thieves from the day she was born.

“Y/N! Hello!” Shuri stands up with your almost four year old in her arms. “Mommyyy!” Leanna yells out in glee. “Hey Lee Lee! Good evening Shuri! To what do we owe this pleasure your highness?” You suspiciously look at her and your daughter like they were up to no good, as you lay down your briefcase. Leanna looks around pursing her lips and says, “Mommy, I d-du-dunno what you talking about!” as she shakes her head. You grin at her adorable yet horrible attempt of lying, “Where’s Juju? Where’s daddy?” Speak of the killer prince..he shall appear. He emerges from the hallway, “Juju is knocked for the night. I gave him his bath fed him, and he went down for the count about fifteen minutes ago.”

The first thing that catches your attention is his cologne. That Dolce & Gabana light blue for men gets you in trouble every single time. You slip out of your work shoes as you apprehensively question, “N’jadaka, What do you have up your sleeve?” Then you travel to your awake child, placing her on your hip, “What is daddy up to LeeLee?” She starts playing with her nails, “Daddy says he wants you to go with him!” Erik scoops you into his embrace, “Daddy needs you to shower up and get dressed. I got everything all laid out for you on the bed, and after we go where we go, I got a room reserved.” His cologne engulfs you into a hypnotized state as he briefly kisses you. You open your eyes to see Leanna covering hers. Shuri retrieves her, “I got some improvements I need to make on T’s suit, I need a little helper so we’re gonna go to the Stark Enterprises lab to do that..” You look back and forth between your husband, your cousin-in-law, and your child, “Well what about JuJu?” T’challa bends the corner from your guest bathroom, “It seems like I am on diaper and bottle duty tonight.”

You lay your arms lazily around Erik’s neck, “So daddy’s got it all figured out, hm?” N’jadaka nods, “Now go get dressed. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You get to your shared master room to see this two piece outfit with a pair of white pasties, and a white thong to match your husband’s two piece linen button up and matching pants. “Where does this nigga think I’m going looking like somebody’s stripper?” before you can go back in the foyer to protest, he’s already standing at the doorway, “You going with daddy tonight. Lookin’ like daddy’s personal stripper.” He stealth-like footsteps cruises his way over to you to give you a forceful smack on the ass, which got bigger thanks to carrying Juju.

You hopped out of the shower, reluctantly put on the two piece and as you were buckling your shoes, your husband comes in to check on--sorry, rush you. “C’mon Y/N we need to get go--daaaaaammmn. Here baby, lemme help you with that.” He brushes down your calf with his fingertips, slipping on your shoe. “That’s too tight?” You shake your head, “Good.” He counts the hole in order to buckle the other shoe in the same manner, “I’m doing this for you because you need a night off.. Not being mommy, not being a lawyer, not being a home maker, nurse, none of that.” He finishes buckling the second shoe before kissing your foot, “The only thing you gotta be tonight is mine.” your breathing stops at his statement, then you nod. Letting him know you understand.

The drive to your destination was tranquil. Erik played the compilation of Moments of Love by Art of Noise, Kem’s It’s you, and Share my Life, Maxwell’s Lifetime.. it all put you in a mellow mood. He drove the entire way with his hand cascading your thigh, occasionally tapping it to whichever beat was playing. He puts the car in park in front of the club you first met at. When he ran you down, begging to take you on a date that he had to rob a museum in order to take you on.

You giggled and sank into the seat, “N’jadaka, really?” He nods, “Yeah baby. I figured i’d take you to where it all began.” This nostalgic feeling fell over you, remembering how he followed you around the lounge like a sick puppy, his dreads barely touching his neck back then. You give him a second glance, his dreads are now almost to the middle of his back, his nape; tapered. You lean into him, making out with your husband like you’re seventeen. The valet worker tapped on the window to snap you out of it.

Erik really planned that night out. He got a VIP section, got him a bottle of Hennessy prestige, and you a white bottle of Belaire Rose. The waitresses gave you both your appropriate glasses to drink your alcohol out of with a bucket of ice. Your husband kept attempting to roleplay, asking who you were with, “I’m with you, fool!” He then asked where your man was at, you pointed at him. You finally caught on when he asked for your name and number. You put on a corrupt grin, “Heaven. and I don’t think my man would like you asking for my number.” You were good and toasted by the time N’jadaka and you were playing a good game of back and forth, “Oh.. Well your man shouldn’t have left you alone.” The slow tempo of Drake’s A Night off sounds off in the club, “This is my jam!” Your man whispers to you, “See, why would your man leave you along while your song is playing? C’mon. At least dance with me.” You gulped down your fourth glass before taking the last sip out of your bottle, “Let’s go.”

Know you hate explaining how you want it done Just be quiet I'll do fine without your help girl Can you work without a second for some fun? Now you finally got a moment to yourself girl And I know what to do with it

You whine your lower half to his, your ass giggling at the end of every loop. He poured you one more drink for the night, some of his Hennessy, which you both took your glasses onto the dance floor. His free hand is alternating, between gripping your inner thigh, to grasping on both of your cheeks as your mirrored each break down of the beat. His eyes narrow as he bites down on his trembling lip, never letting his hand leave your body. As you feel his erection growing you grind against him even harder. He reaches underneath you to grip your breast, tweaking the skin underneath your pastie. You’re drunk at this point, so all you do in reaction is keep dancing and sticking your tongue out. He has you exactly how he wants you. Relaxed, drunk, and worked up.

So, baby, I'm a lock my door and disconnect my phone Cause I wanna make one thing clear

I want you on top, so let your hair down I took the night off for you Girl, I'm gonna turn the lights off But keep your heels on They're fittin' for what we're about to do

He has a look on his face that you love to see, pure lust and astonishment. Just at you dancing for him.You look down at his hand with the vibranium wedding band you placed on it three years prior is shining even in the almost nonexistent club lighting. His thick fingers grabbing on you like you’ll dissolve at any moment.The Dj switches the song to Keith Sweat’s Nobody, N’jadaka gives you a shock, pressing his fingers against your abdomen, standing you straight up. Then he presses your lower back down so you can still arch against him, as you continue your slow whine.

I wanna tease you I wanna please you I wanna show you baby, that I need you I want your body 'til the very last drop I want you to holler when you want me to stop

N’jadaka’s hands are still roaming your frame. His lips are now brushing past and behind your ear, “So tell me baby, can I get a taste of Heaven?” His growl at the end of his statement mixed with the drinks and that damn cologne were all working against your self control. You literally leaked down your leg. You took your iced out left ring finger and placed it where your nectar was racing down and fed it to him, “Is that good enough?” He moaned as the liquid hit his tongue. He licked a strip behind your ear which makes you tremble against him, “Nah babygirl. Daddy wants more.” He presses down your back even more so you can bend back over. He gently smacks your ass, letting it jiggle back he looks to the Ancestral Plane as if he’s thanking Bast herself for that ass of yours.

You throw back what’s in your glass like it’s a shot and grab him by the collar, giving him the look that he’s been waiting on since you got out the house, “Let’s go...Now.”

Erik made a reserved a room at the Fairmont across the bay. There’s a jam on the Oakland Bay Bridge. That and the tented windows on your Cayenne which gives you the opportune moment to unbuckle your seat belt and jump on the man that’s been tempting you the entire night. His sex playlist going through the speakers didn’t make it any better.

I wanna touch you Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now We ain't gotta waste time going out on dates We ain't gotta count down till you come to my place We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) You ain't gotta waste time sending me roses They gon' die anyway, man that's just boring You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), you ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) you ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) 'Cause I want you right now

Your lips are fighting with his for dominance as you climb over to the drivers seat to straddle him. You rip about half of the buttons off of his shirt as your liquor tasting tongues tango. His hands smack against your ass over and over and over again, making you moan into him. Between kisses, while you’re trying to unbuckle his seat belt and his pants he mumbles two octaves lower than his normal voice, “Mmm.. So it’s like that?” You moan out over the music, “Yeah daddy, it’s like that.” He finally shimmies out of his pants and simultaneously rips your thong and the crotch area of those fishnet pants. His primal side and the air hitting your center brings a shiver to your body and it continues as your lover submerges into you.

You cry out, slightly in pain. You and N’jadaka have only made love a handful of times since your six week appointment after having N’Juma. Partially because he went on a two month wardog mission. He’d only came home a couple days ago, and you were so busy in mom mode when you weren’t in work mode and vice versa..you only snuck in a quickie when he first came home. So your healed body is still getting used to his girth again. What feels like a overwhelming pressure eventually morphs into the pleasure you remembered oh so well. You crouch your body to tuck in between his neck and chest as you ride him in the stop and go traffic. He’s basking in the spontaneity of it all, the suburban behind him is occasionally honking their horn at his delayed movement as traffic moves up. If they only knew what was distracting him.

The first of your many orgasms of the night surprises you. You didn’t feel it coming, until it came. Your body is convulsing on his and he holds you right where you are. You screamed his name as best as you could through it. He put the car in park and hoisted his hips to meet your bottom until you could move again. You slam down on him, “Mm mm. You don’t gotta do that. Let Heaven take care of you, daddy.” He smirks while looking at the creamy mess y’all created, “You sure?” You nod, “Yeah. I gotchu. That one caught me off guard.” You laugh together as you grind on him. You love when he’s deep in you, he knows it too. N’jadaka grips your hips as he bites down on your neck, coaching your movements. You move your head back, giving him more access as you feel the second orgasm arise. The head of his phallic member collided with that spot that makes you weak every time he hits it.

He huffs, “My baby cumming again huh?” You cry out yes, “I’m cumming too baby. Daddy gon make Heaven cum to him? Hmm?!” He rotates his hips around to tap it again.. and again... as he hits it the third time, your essence falls, in a trickling waterfall motion. You shriek in bliss as his motions don’t stop, neither does your orgasm.

The car behind you beeps again. Erik being the superman that he is, he put the car back in drive and moved up while still stroking you through what’s probably the longest orgasm you’ve ever had. You rest on him as he presses on the break, his leg slightly shook as he gritted his teeth. You looked at him, “I came. That asshole ruined it. But wait till I get ‘cho ass in that room. I’m really gon get a taste of heaven.”

@chaneajoyyy @theunsweetenedtruth @hidden-treasures21

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smuttyassholes · 6 years

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Bad Girl

Request: Maybe a scenario with Jungkook in the police outfit from Dope? Where Y/n is punished or whatever.

the uniform says swat instead of police but he looks so hot like this fight me

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Rated : M

You woke up to your alarm for what seemed like the tenth time this morning, and rolled over, resisting the urge to cry into the pillow. Why was sleep so hard to get?

“Y/n. That’s the third time you’ve ignored your alarm.” Your friend and roommate for the tour, Jungkook said, throwing a pillow at you.

“Fight me.” You bit back, getting up and throwing the pillow back at him.

“I would, but we both know I’d win.” He smiled. “And since you hate me so much, I’ll just go get the coffee I brought you and give it to Yoongi.” He poked his tongue out at you, quickly walking back to the kitchen before you could yell at him some more.

It had only been a month, and you were exhausted. Why you had let Jungkook, drag you onto the Kcon tour was beyond you. You totally forgot how he even managed to get you to come, and why you were dumb enough to agree.

It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t the same thing, same songs, same everything, really. The only variety on this tour was the locations, but it’s not like it mattered, you couldn’t even go sightseeing.

You sighed and made your way to the kitchen, finding that Jungkook had left your coffee on the table, with a note saying they were heading to the venue already, making you feel a little rushed to get ready and be on your way.

It wasn’t that you weren’t supportive of his career choice, or had a problem with touring with the boys, but it did get on your nerves that you couldn’t do anything. At all.

That being said, you sat in the empty venue while all the groups did rehearsals for the billionth time, and decided to text Jungkook while finding out how many positions you could sit in while in the small venue seat.

“What time do you even go on?” - You

“After Vixx.” - Jungkook

“So not ‘till like, forever?” - You

“No. About an hour or two.” - Jungkook

“That’s forever.” - You

“Stop whining, or I won’t buy you anymore coffee.” - Jungkook

You laughed. Did he really sink low enough to bring coffee into this?

“Boring, huh?” Said a familiar voice, but you couldn’t make it out that well, as you were slightly upside down, moving to reposition yourself so you were sat like a normal human being.

“Well, I’m not an idol and have nothing to do while everyone’s busy. So, excuse me for being bor-” You turned but got cut off as you were met with an extremely handsome boy, hair and makeup done, proving he was an idol, but you’ve never seen him before.

“Ah, you probably don’t know who I am.” He laughed. “I’m Kun. Nct U.” He smiled, extending his hand. That’s where his voice was from. Your friend always made you watch Nct v-lives with her whenever you hung out. You were a fan, but you never caught up with who the newest members were due to lack of time.

“Ah, Y/n.” You said, taking his hand to shake it.

“I’ve seen you look bored out of your mind at every venue so far.” He laughed, grabbing the back of his neck. “Thought you could use a friend. Our rehearsal ended already.” He smiled, gesturing to the seat next to you.

You nodded and he took the seat.

“So, what made you come on the tour? Got any friends in a group?”

“Something like that.” You smiled.

“That’s cool. Now you’re friends with someone else.” He smiled.

After what seemed like a short time, you were cut off mid-conversation by the last group thanking the staff for all their help.

“Well, I guess you’ll be going then.” You said, getting up.

“Yeah, but could I get your number? You’re really nice to talk to.” He smiled and laughed nervously, taking out his phone.

“Sure.” You said, taking the phone and typing the numbers.

“I'm not sure why my number’s so important though.” You laughed, giving his phone back. “You’ll be seeing me almost every day.”

“Is tha-” Kun started but was cut off by your phone ringing.

You groaned, pulling out your phone and seeing Jungkook’s name splayed across the screen.

“That’s my friend. He’s probably wondering where I am.” You said apologetically. “I’ll text you later though.” You smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.” He smiled back, watching you walk away.

You had answered the phone as you walked away and of course, all you heard was Jungkook yelling about how you forgot to meet them backstage after they got off stage, and how they were waiting at the hotel now, and that he could easily lose you in a different country and blah blah blah. You groaned loudly. You completely forgot about that. You didn’t even remember them going on, to be honest.

You had walked the short distance to the hotel, and made your way up to Namjoon’s room, knocking on the door.

“Don’t you have the key to your room?” Namjoon asked, with a raised brow.

“I left it with you?” You raised a brow back.

“No need to give an attitude.” He grumbled.

“Well, if your friend didn’t ruin my chance with a guy, I’d be just peachy.” You grumbled back, making your way to the counter where you left your room key, and walked back out, going next door and going in, going straight to the couch.

You had about five minutes of peace before Jungkook emerged from the bedroom.

“So now you’re here.” Jungkook glared.

“Can you not?” You pleaded. “I just want to watch my show.”

“Who was that guy from earlier?” He blurted out.

“Why does it matter to you?” You asked. “You’ve never cared about the guys I’ve talked to before.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“One, you missed our set because of him. I saw you not paying attention. Two, I don’t know him.” Jungkook said.

“I just met him today, and I wasn’t paying attention because I see the same thing every time you guys step on stage.” You scoffed.

Jungkook seemed taken aback by your comeback.

“If you didn’t want to co-”

“Oh don’t start with that, Jungkook.” You said sternly, looking at him. “You talked me into coming. Why else would I jump on a tour I have no business being on in the first place.” You said, getting up and walking to the restroom to shower, leaving Jungkook alone on the couch.

The next day, you didn’t go with the boys, opting to wait for Kun outside the venue where he said he’d meet you, but when you got there, he was there waiting for you.

He had walked you in and lead you to the VIP section, though you had a pass, he wanted to make sure no one gave you shit.

“Make sure to look out for me.” He winked before walking off.

Once he turned the corner, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

“Since when did you get so close” - Jungkook

You rolled your eyes.

“Since last night. We talked for most of it.” - You

“Well can you not make it so fucking obvious.” - Jungkook

“I’m not even trying, but if you want me to make it obvious, I definitely can.” - You

You didn’t even read his reply, going to Kun’s contact.

“And why should I be looking out for you? (:” - You

His response was quick and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“I may or may not have something to give you. You are right in front of my spot. (;” - Kun

The concert had already started, and so far, three groups had already gone, Pentagon, Vixx, and Winner. Nct was up next, and Bts, last. The following day had five other artists.

As the intro to the song started, the members all walked out onto the stage and took their places, and once Kun was in front of you he winked and tugged his jacket sleeves so they were loose, and when the lights shut off for a quick second, you felt something land on you. When the lights were back on, you noticed that it was Kun jacket, and you raised a brow up at him, but he only winked and went on with the performance.

After Nct, Bts went on and did their number, but you really didn’t care. You were too caught up in asking Kun about his little stunt.

“The building was getting cold. Thought you could use it.” - Kun

“I know you’re lying.” - You

“So what if I am?” - Kun

“I just want you to keep it. I figured it would be nice to see you in.” - Kun

You had walked back to the hotel first, trying to avoid the mass crowd that was bound to happen after the concert finished.

You had set your phone on the charger and grabbed some water from the fridge, looking at Kun’s jacket that laid on the chair, curiously walking towards it, and put it on, surprised that it fit perfectly, and even smelled nice. You snuggled into it and made your way for the couch.

You weren’t quite sure how you’d fallen asleep, but you stirred on the couch, as Jungkook barged into the hotel room, still in his concert outfit.

“You really weren’t even gonna watch our performance? Are you that mad at me?” He nearly yelled.

“Can you like, give me a minute to wake up? Fuck.” You said, rubbing your eyes, and stretching.

“Where’d you get that jacket from.” He said lowly.

“What?” Your brows furrowed.

“The jacket, y/n.” He was clearly upset, but your hazy mind could only focus on how you hadn’t seen him in that hot ass police uniform in ages, and he was finally in it again.

“Huh? Oh. It’s Kun’s.” You smiled.

“Why are you wearing it?” He said through gritted teeth.

“I told you I could make it obvious.” You said simply. Fully awake now, and remembering that you were supposed to be mad at him.

He sighed, bowing his head so he could pinch the bridge of his nose.

“You really don’t get it do you?” He scoffed. “You’re really gonna be like this?” He said, stepping towards you, causing you to freeze in place.

“W-What do you mean?” You swallowed.

“Don’t tell me you really don’t know. I know you’re not that stupid.” He said, leaning down once he was in front of you so he was eye level. “You can’t honestly tell me that you had no idea I’ve liked you this long.” He whispered.

You turned your head and moved to get up, but Jungkook was quick to push you back down.

“If you don’t stop moving, I might just have to handcuff you.” His voice was husky. “This outfit has its perks.” He smirked.

You tried to move your gaze away from his, but he was quick to put a stop to it, gripping your jaw.

“Nu-uh.” He shook his head. “Tell me. Tell me if you knew and were fucking with me, or if you really didn’t know.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made you weak.

“Maybe.” You let out. “You were drunk. I thought it didn’t mean anything.” You blurted out.

He groaned. “Don’t you know that drunk words are sober thoughts?” He sighed. “So you knew. And you still went out there and flirted with whoever that was, right in front of me, and kept it up even when I got all worked up over it?” He cocked his head, and all you could do was nod, feeling too small to produce words.

He tsked. “I think you’ve been a bad girl, y/n. I think you might need to be punished.” He licked his lips, and you nodded, feeling the wetness form in your legs.

“Are you sure?” He said. “I won’t go easy on you.” He looked down at you.

“I’m sure.” You whispered, waiting for him to do something.

“Get up, and go to the bed.” He started, watching you get up, and stopping you. “But first.” He growled. “Take that damn jacket off.”

You did as told, leaving the jacket on the couch and making your way to the bed, trying to ignore the way you could feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, and how his sudden change in attitude was making you extremely turned on.

Once you reached the bed, you were going to sit, but his voice stopped you.

“Strip.” He said, his hand wrapped around his belt, causing his police uniform to lean against his torso.

You swallowed thickly and started peeling off your shirt, trying to look anywhere but back at Jungkook. His stare is too intense for you.

After you stepped out of your panties, you stood there, waiting for him to say something, but all he did was smirk.

“If I had known you were so submissive, I would’ve done this a long time ago.” He bit his lip, looking at you up and down. “Go on, get on the bed.” He nodded, walking towards you.

You sat down, and laid on the bed, watching as Jungkook made his way to you.

“Arms up.” He said with his hand reaching behind him, grabbing something from the belt.

You did as told, and stretched your arms out until they were above your head, and Jungkook pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind him.

“Told you.” He smirked, placing the metal around your wrists, and clicking them in place. “Now.” He started. “Be a good girl and keep these here.” He said getting up, letting you get a view of how the uniform was slowly becoming untucked, and you wished he’d just take the damn thing off and-

“What are you staring at, baby?” He cocked a brow at you, and you realized you were still staring at his almost exposed hip.

“I. Uh.” You started, but couldn’t find the right words.

“Let me guess, the uniform?” He chuckled, and you could feel your face heat up.

“Well, this is gonna be fun.” He bit his lip as he made his way to the edge of the bed, pulling your legs so you were in front of him. “Remember, don’t move your hands.” He said before sinking to his knees so you could only see his shoulders and up.

He let his hands roam all around your thighs, hips, only avoiding the one spot where you really wanted him, but you didn’t dare open your mouth. He should give in eventually, right?

After a few moments, he pressed light kisses from your knee to the inside of your thigh, and you tried, in vain, to move so you could get him to get on with it, but instead, he bit harshly at your thigh before continuing with his teasing.

When he seemed to be showing no signs of stopping, you broke.

“P-Please.” You whimpered.

“Please what?” He said, looking up at you.

“Do something. Anything.” You pleaded.

“But I am.” He smiled cockily. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

“I’ll do anything you want, I’ll be good, I won’t ever get out of line again, just please.” You whined, your voice coming out broken.

“We’ll work on your begging.” He said simply, before licking a strip up your slit, and flattening his tongue against your clit.

The feeling caught you off guard, and your hands flew to his hair, but he moved away, and glared at you.

“Strike one.” He growled as he waited for you to put your hands back where they were before he touched you again, but the second your hands were back, he spread your legs further apart, and buried his face between your legs, sucking and kissing sloppily at your clit, desperate to lap up all of you.

You, however, were battling with yourself. The pleasure was too much and you knew you wouldn’t last long with the way Jungkook’s tongue worked against you. You whined. How could not moving be so hard? Jungkook chucked against you as if he read your thoughts, and your thighs shook from the sudden vibration being added.

“O-Oh fuck.” You let out as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach form, unsure of how long you could hold it. But Jungkook was already on it, shoving two fingers inside you roughly as he drew harsh figure eights on your clit with his tongue.

You dug your nails into your palms to try to keep your voice down but by the way, your orgasm washed over your, you let out a loud whine as your legs shook around him.

“Strike two.” He smirked as he pulled away, licking your remains from his fingers, chin wet with your juices.

“W-what?” You gasped, still trying to catch your breath.

“Cumming without permission.” He smiled.

“You didn’t stop.” You protested.

“You still should’ve held it.” He shook his head. “Good girls get permission before cumming.” He said, getting on the bed, and kneeling between your legs.

You watched as his hands went to his zipper, but your dismay, that’s all he did.

“Take it off.” You pleaded, but you only got a scoff in response.

“I don’t think you deserve it right now.” He said, pulling his hard cock out through the zipper hole, and ran it up and down your slit. “Piss me off one more time, and you won’t get to cum at all. Understood?” His brow raised.

“Yes.” You nodded your head for emphasis, but he wasn’t pleased.

“Yes, what?” His tone was angry.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said as he pushed himself inside of you, and gave you a few seconds before pulling out and going sliding back in.

“Oh, shit.” You threw your head back. “You feel s-so good.”

He didn’t respond, instead, setting a faster pace, and using one hand to hold your hip so he had a better angle.

He leaned down and latched onto your right nipple, sucking and running his tongue over the small bud, causing you to grind your hips.

“Jungkook, fuck please.” You whimpered as he bit at your nipple. “Can I touch you?”

He pulled away and looked down at you, slowing his thrusts down until they were hip rolls. “You can touch me, but you don’t get to cum.”

“Fucking hell Jungko-” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust and you were about to scream, the coil in your stomach coming back.

“I’m gonna, oh shit.” You sighed as he moved his hand from your hip to rub your clit.

“I-I’m close please.”

”Please what?”

“Fuck, please can I cum?” It came out more rushed than you intended, but you were desperate, and you were pretty sure he knew it too by the way he rubbed harsher circles on your clit and sped up his thrusts.

“Hm, try harder.” He smirked down at you, and if his dick didn’t feel so damn good, you probably would’ve slapped him.

That thought intensified as he pulled out suddenly, leaving you a huffing, pissed off mess.

“What the fuck, Jung-” You were cut off by him roughly flipping you over, and lifting your hips so you could hold yourself with your knees.

“You look so good like this. Face down, ass up.” He groaned, running his hands over the soft flesh of your ass cheek, before slapping it, causing you to bite your lip.

“Fuck.” Was all he said before pushing back inside you, setting the pace he previously started, slapping the same cheek he did before, slipping his hand around your hip to go back to your clit.

“You like getting spanked, baby? You’re wetter if that’s even possible.” He groaned out the last part as he felt you clenching around him. “You like it when I talk to you like this? Like the little slut you are?” His voice husky as he emphasized his words with his thrusts.

You whined. “Please, fuck can I cum? I promise I’ll be a good little slut for you, just please.” You begged, tears starting to form as you were trying to hold on, but he stayed silent. “Daddy, please!” You yelled.

“Go ahead, baby.” He smirked. “Cum all over my cock.”

You let go, legs shaking around his waist, and he came soon after, pulling out, and finally taking off his clothes, leaving his boxers on, and going to the restroom. He came back with a wet towel and cleaned you up.

“So.” He chuckled. “Daddy, huh?”

- asshole 4

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BEYCHELLA 2018

A/N: Because my hair still hasn’t grown back and to be honest I could go off and give detail about everything but I was like I don’t have time for that.

Summary: Kylo “I got fuxking money” Organa-Solo takes his unapologetically black girl/friend to Beychella VIP status

Warning: cursing.

Kylo’s fingers strummed against the table you were sitting at; your dark eyes were glued to the screen of your Mac. “I’m going to Coachella with Rey, Finn, and Poe.” He said and you just ok’d him unbothered. “And...so are you.” The badge popped up in right hand corner of your screen for an airdrop. The words that he said didn’t process but when you saw the photo of the ticket, you turned to look at him. “Wha-Why, Kylo?” You were confused but were smiling. You watched as his large body shrugged his broad shoulders, looking like an oversized child as a blush filled his cheeks. “I-I just thought you would like to go with m-us. I know you usually go to Panorama, so I thought you would enjoy it.” Kylo said avoiding eye contact. “Thanks, Kylo. I mean I don’t know what to say.” You were in such a shock, your brows were still furrowed. “That you’ll go, please.” He joked. “Yeah, yeah of course. How much do I owe you? I’ll Venmo you right now.” Your fingers moved quickly against the keyboard. “Nothing Y/N, it’s my treat.” Your eyes found his brown irises that you loved to compliment him about. “Don’t give me that look Y/N, I mean it.” You would be lying if you didn’t like him paying for everything, but he was spoiling you and he wasn’t even your boyfriend! “Fine!” You rolled your eyes. “When is it so I can block out my days at work?”

“It’s Saturday, April 14th. I could only afford one day, sorry. But if you want, we can go the whole weekend and I can show you California.” Kylo’s rich voice was soft as he spoke to you. He knew you had never been and he would love to show you, Cali, just like you had helped when Rey visited New York. Plus, if he could just get you alone for a weekend in his element, maybe he would finally be able to tell you how he feels. “I guess,” you teased never really being a fan of the West Coast, besides the rap. “Let’s see this lineup.” Kylo bit his bottom lip knowing that his plan would work. He watched your eyes widen at the screen. “BEYONCE?!” You turned to look at him with a wide smile plastered on your face. He broke out in a giggle. “You look like the meme,” Kylo said. “Shut up!” You punched his arm. “But seriously though, Beyonce? Oh my God, we are going to see you Beyonce!” His lips tugged up because he loved seeing your smile and knowing that he caused it, made him happier. You wouldn’t consider yourself a die-hard Beyhive member, but as a former dancer and performer, you respected the woman and gave credit where credit was due. She was the best living entertainer of this generation and most influential person; not to mention her music has gotten you through a lot and she was Blue Ivy’s mom. “Oh my God, what am I going to wear?!” You screeched as you maniacally hit the keys on the laptop. Kylo just chuckled before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Alright, see you later.” “Bye Ky, thank you so much.” You looked up at him with a happy pout. “Anything for you, kid.” He smiled and was on his way.

All of Friday, Kylo took you to see his California. Everyone could go down Rodeo Drive or see the Hollywood sign, but he wanted to show you a side to California that almost made you want to stay. But Saturday came fairly quick and you were waking up to the smell of pancakes. You strolled downstairs to see Kylo behind the island. “Good Morning,” You said. Kylo turned to see you in your cute little PJs and head scarf. “Good Morning, Y/N.” He plated the bacon. “Where’s Rey and everyone?” You asked. “They left already.” He handed you your plate. “I thought we could just chill and get ready until Beyonce,” Kylo told you. “You act like I’m going to take long.” You rolled your eyes eating the bacon. “Of course not sweetheart. But, I know it’s a time zone difference and you would like to perfect your baby hairs.” He teased. You gave him a death look. “I know you’re joking but the hairs are a serious thing.” You stuck your tongue out. “What time does she perform?” “At 11pm.” Kylo told you. “11? Oh, Bey, I’m going to need a nap, we have like 12 hours to waste.” You wore a silk and lace yellow cami with crystal embellished high-waisted shorts and the big purchase that you had been saving just for the concert: Miu Miu Matelasse leather belt bag. Expensive and trendy? Yes. But you could also wear it as just a belt or a clutch. Your tongue pressed against the back of your teeth as you focused on laying your baby hair down perfectly. Kylo stood at the door just watching you with a small smile on his lips. He knew how he felt about your curls. Looking in the mirror, you saw the weirdest sight. “Are you wearing a-” You turned to see his muscles under the ‘Beyhive Boys’ shirt and his dark hair braided back in a bun. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and out of his element he looked. “I don’t want to be out of place.” Kylo sat down on the toilet and held out be stickers. “What is this?” You took it from him. “I’m going to put them on my body.” Kylo was the master of being emotionless, so when you saw his straight face say this and you busted out laughing. “You’re so cute!” Kylo opened his legs as you engulfed him in a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly, nuzzling into your belly. “Alright, Mr. Knowles lets put these bees on you.”

Walking the festival grounds, you held Kylo’s hand as you took in everything. Never have you ever thought you would be at Coachella or see Beyonce or be with Kylo in this type of setting. Kylo always like it for it to be just you two and you thought it was so sweet that he spent the time and money to think about you like this. “We are meeting them here.” Kylo stopped as he looked around for his cousin and friends. Soon, both were able to make out the sound of laughter from the famous trio. “BEN!” Rey screamed running to him but then quickly shifted to you. “Y/N YOU LOOK SO GOOD!” She ran to hug you. Poe and Finn approached Kylo. “Woah, aren’t you ready for Queen Bey?” Poe said. Kylo just rolled his eyes. “And Miss thing came to slay over here.” Finn's hands moved up and down and in a praising gesture. Y/N laughed at Finn’s ridiculousness. “Come on, let’s get some pictures and fun in before Beyonce stops the world.” Rey grabbed your hand and everyone followed. You had such an amazing time and took so many great pics with your friends. Not to mention Kylo, you thought Kylo was so beautiful, not just on the outside, and you wish he could see that. The group made their way to the main stage. “We are going this way.” Kylo tugged your hand that almost never left his. “Dude, what? We are going to be in the back already, where could we possibly go?!” He could tell you were getting anxious and frustrated. “We’ll catch you guys later,” Kylo told the trio as he led you to a secluded section. It was heavily guarded and made you confused. “Can I see some ID?” The man asked and the pair showed him. Soon he was letting them in and handing them lanyard.

Thanking the man, you read the laminated card. “BEYCHELLA!” You squeaked. “Oh my God Kylo, how the fuck did you do this?” Kylo just shrugged. “I guess it pays to have my mom be a famous Senator,” Kylo told you. Kylo had money, so you weren’t surprised that you both had VIP bands for the festival but this was another level. “This is crazy!” Both of your hands wrapped around his as you beamed up at the tall figure. Kylo looked down to see you glowing and not just your skin, but your whole aura. He loved every moment of you taking him by the hand and leading him to a good spot to see both stages. You stopped in front of the gate and looked at him. “Oh my God, that’s Jourdan Dunn!” You whispered. He turned to see a couple of models that you followed and he grabbed both your hands smiled down at you. “You’re so cute.” Now it was your time to hide your blushing expression, wrapping your arms tightly around him. With other people filling into the little VIP area, you tried your best to keep it cool, but and you and Kylo caught everyone’s attention. Two beautiful Beyonce-themed people, everyone thought you were the cutest couple, Kylo was very surprised when people wanted pictures. Of you, he was not; you were his Naomi Campbell and he loved seeing and watching you take pictures. But him it was different, he wasn’t as photogenic as you. With some hyping and a few of you, he was able to show off his Queen Bey outfit. “Just letting you know, I’m not apologizing for my actions and if you don’t want to be my friend anymore, it’s fine ‘cause baby girl finna turn up!” You told him.

Soon all the lights were dimming and screams filled the air. Kylo heard you gasp as the surrounding phone screens illuminated your face. His dark eyes memorized your childlike expression waiting for the show to start. The spotlight illuminated a female drummer as she began tapping. “Oh, my God.” You whispered. A whistle blew and the beat dropped, the dancers began to move and exposed Beyonce in all her royal garb. Y/N’s mouth hung open as she couldn’t believe what she watches. Her eyes fell to the main stage where she saw the bleachers and the band. “OH MY GOD IT’S A FUCKING HBCU, SHE’S FUCKING TAKING US TO COLLEGE!” Y/N screamed and Kylo chuckled. He knew that when you were little you wanted to go to an HBCU and you wanted to be a line dancer, sometimes you regretted not going and that would make Kylo sad because he met you here in college and he couldn’t even FATHOM you not being in his life. Even if he had only known you for a little less than a year. Kylo’s eyes went from you to the top of the bleachers seeing Beyonce. “That’s from the fucking Wiz, woah okay, bitch take me all the way black!” He heard you say. The beat dropped and Beyonce began to move. “Coachella are you ready?” “YASSS! IT’S FUCKING CRAZY IN LOVE” He heard you say. He just stared in awe as the show commenced. He never really watched for Beyonce until now and he had to admit, the price was worth it and the show just started.

“She’s line dancing, she better not sit-wow, she’s fucking my life up.” Y/N said she could feel the adrenaline rush through her as the performance went on. You stuck your tongue out and began to twerk when they remixed Crazy in Love with Back Dat Ass Up. Kylo looked at you for a brief second before a blush hit his face and continued to watch the dancers do the same thing. It started to slow down as she moved to the next song. Your hands flew to your face. Kylo’s brows furrowed as he gently pulled you to him. “You okay? What happened?” Y/N turned up to look at him with glossy eyes. “She’s singing Lift Every Voice and Sing. That’s the Black national anthem.” She hadn’t heard that song in years! From pre-school to middle school she went to an all-black and very pro-black school that celebrated the culture. So hearing this definitely invoked some nostalgic emotions for her. But the tears fell away as Formation came on and Kylo knew how much you LOVED that song. “Are we swag surfin’ again?” You began to dance and took Kylo’s arms and did the same. “YASS BEY!” He stood there smiling torn between watching Beyonce perform and the girl he was in love with being so happy and carefree.

“Kylo those are Les Twins!” She shook his shoulders which prompted him to tear his eyes from her to the stage. The beat for Partition dropped and you were living and soon filtered into Yonce which got you hyped because Jourdan, Joan, and Chanel were in your section and if you were living, you know they were living. Check On It started to play and you swore if they weren’t already, your edges were GONE! “Check On It like Pink Panther, bitch throwback to my fucking Disney MP3 Player!” You screamed. You haven’t heard that song in years, but you still knew the lyrics. “Oh, Shit!” They both said in unison as Jay-Z walked on the stage. “If Blue comes out, I’m done, I’ll be done.” Kylo threw his head back laughing because you LOVED that little girl more than you loved her parents. The girls and Beyonce came back with their army fatigue and you felt so stupid for not realizing what this was leading up to when three silhouettes rose from the stage. Hands flew into your hair as you screamed. Kylo jumped definitely not expecting that. But, never in your twenty-two years of life did you think you would get the chance to see this. You remember playing Destiny’s Child and telling people you were Beyonce and they weren’t. Young Y/N was going off; Kelly, Bey, and Michelle were right there looking fine as ever and better than most of the artist that we have now! You haven’t heard good harmonies like that in a minute. “Woah, the boots are falling, somebody’s getting fired.” If that wasn’t enough, Solange came running out. “WHAT?!” You screamed as they danced to Get Me Bodied. “THIS IS AMAZING!”

You don’t know why you underestimated Beyonce by thinking it couldn’t get better than this but when Single Ladies started you were breaking out the dance moves that were in your muscle memory. Kylo couldn’t help admire you dancing with the same energy as the dancers on stage. He knew about Single Ladies so he flipped his hand just like Beyonce which made you laugh. You hugged his side and he wrapped his arms around you, hopefully, you wouldn’t be single any longer once he finally worked up the nerve. Beyonce began to talk and sang Love On Top. With your arms still wrapped around him tightly, you began to sing the song, Kylo’s head rested atop your head. They continued to watch Beyonce snatch wigs and life from everyone at Coachella. Beyonce said her thank yous and left the stage. Everyone began to exit still on a high. Kylo led you out. “You enjoyed yourself?” He asked walking to the meet-up with the trio. You nodded still reveling in what just happened. The ride back to the house you were silently snuggled up with Kylo; Rey, Finn, and Poe didn’t mind as they were drunk and talking about God knows what.

When you entered the house everyone went to bed except you and Kylo, who was chilling in the living room. “That was amazing, I’ve never seen a show like that and it wasn’t even her concert,” Kylo told you. “Yeah,” You said silently with a smile. Kylo observed the small smile on your face as tears filled your eyes. “A-Are you okay?” He moved closer to you. “Yeah, I just,” You wiped your tears as you giggled. “You might think it’s silly, but watching her, watching THAT performance, that was me. It was for me, it was for us.” Kylo didn’t need you to explain what you meant; he remembers all the times you complained about going to see Solange and all the whites being at the front of the stage and not showing her enough love, how it wasn’t fair for them or you, and how she had made you feel as a black woman. “No, I don’t think it’s silly.” Kylo shook his head. “It’s just, that was my culture. Like the bands, the frats, the line, the songs; I wanted to go to Hampton like my Uncle and be a dancer and perform at the shows that we used to go see. And the Nina Simone, Malcolm X excerpts and the anthem-like.” You rolled your eyes as more tears fell. “I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.” You show him your arms. “She turned the whitest festival black.” Kylo joked and you laughed. “Totally, but I mean she made history, we witnessed history and she infused it with our history. After everything, this was for us by us. Thank you for allowing me to see this.” You turned to him and smiled. Kylo brushed the fallen curls out of your face.

“I’m just happy that you’re happy. You make me so happy Y/N and I couldn’t think of a better way to express how thankful I am for being my friend and just putting up with me.” Kylo said. “So you take me to the most anticipated show since 2017? I must mean a lot to you. I’m forever indebted to you.” You laughed. His fingers combed through his hair as he let out a shaky breath not knowing how to say his next words. “You can be my girlfriend.” He said and you threw your head back in laughter which confused him. “You didn’t have to take me to see Beyonce to be your girl, but I’ll take it.” Hands cradled his face as they nuzzled their noses together. Two pairs of dark eyes held a heavy stare. His large hands softly gripped your waist. His full lips touched yours as he pulled you closer. Kylo couldn’t believe this whole night was real. He felt her soft lips fall into a smile as he continued to leave kisses on her lips. He pulled back to see her blushing expression. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as he pulled her into a bear hug and pulled you on top of him. “Thank you, Beyonce!” Kylo sighed looking down at his favorite person in the whole world.

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P.S: Y’all better read this lmao

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Nothing Without You (Chapter 4)

Abel

I stood in the doorway of the bathroom with my eyes wide. Nicki’s little sister found one of my pills. Fuck! I don’t need this shit right now!

I felt my mind racing trying to search for a good excuse.

“Aleve,” I quickly explained the blue pill in her hand, “I had a headache.”

She ruffled her eyebrows and a corner of her mouth opened in suspicion.

I tried my best to look away from her eyes because I could see her studying me. I knew my eyes were a shade of red and I didn’t need her seeing that. She’s known me for years enough to know what that means.

“Why are your eyes so red?”

Fuck, I knew she was gonna ask.

“I got allergies,” I said, looking away again, “I have to use the bathroom.”

I only said something in hopes that she would drop it.

She didn’t move, though. I was beginning to get impatient.

“Are you lying, Abel?” she asked.

I sighed. Obviously, I wasn’t going to get out of this without saying anything.

“Look, it’s not Aleve, okay? You can’t tell anybody.”

“What is it??” she asked in a louder voice.

“Shh!” I urged, “Look, you can’t be loud about this shit!”

“I thought you were done with drugs, Abel!” she says.

I could see the tears forming in her eyes, but her voice never calmed. I threw my hand around her mouth to quiet her down.

“Shhh!” I urged again, “Look, it’s only ecstasy. That’s the only thing I’ve done besides the weed. You have to be quiet, Christian.”

When I felt her calm down a little, I took my hand down.

“Why are you doing drugs again?! You know how dangerous that was!”

“I know! I don’t have any other choice.”

“What do you mean you don’t have a choice, Abel?”

“I can’t explain all that right now. Look, just don’t tell Nicki, okay?”

She didn’t respond and I began to get a little nervous about what that meant.

I took her arm, “You can’t tell Nicki, okay?”

Her eyebrows wrinkled in anger as she snatched her arm out of my grip.

“You’re a fucking liar!” she says to me.

She’s never cursed at me before. This shit was trippy. Without giving me a second thought, she walked past me out of the bathroom.

“Christian!” I said, trying to get her attention again. I needed to make sure she wouldn’t say anything.

But she ignored me and continued walking away.

I saw she had sat the pill on the vanity. I quickly took it and flushed it down the toilet before I banged on the countertop in frustration.

“Fuck!”

Later On That Night

We were all sitting at the dining room table with dinner plates sitting in front of us. What made this night awkward was the fact that Christian was sitting in the seat directly across the table from me. I could barely look up at her.

I guess Nicki noticed because she tapped me on the leg.

“You okay?” she asked.

I looked over at her and nodded. “I’m good.”

“So, Abel, what are your plans for this year?” Nicki’s mom suddenly says.

I was caught off guard and hated that I was immediately put on the spot. Shit!

“Um, I’m just working on my music,” I said.

“I love the new hair cut. It makes you look years younger,” she responds.

I awkwardly chuckled, “Yeah. I needed a change.”

“I’m proud of you. You’ve been doing really good, lately.”

“Thanks,” I say awkwardly before taking a sip of wine.

“Have you been to church in a while?”

My eyes widen. God, I don’t really feel like answering these questions. I’m already high as fuck.

“Um, with all of the things going on, I haven’t been able to attend church lately, but I pray everyday and my religion is gonna be a big inspiration for my next project,” I answered.

Hopefully that answer will satisfy her enough not to ask a follow up.

“Well, always remember, Abel, walking with Christ isn’t a religion, it’s a relationship.”

I nodded, “Note taken.”

“What? Abel, you’re gonna start singing gospel?” Nicki’s brother, CJ jokes.

I laugh, finally some comic relief to relieve some of this tension I’m feeling.

“What? Nah, man. Just gathering inspiration.”

“I’m down for this next one, bro. Beauty Behind the Madness was amazing,” he complimented.

I smiled in his direction, “Thanks, bro.”

“Yeah, Abel’s been doing such a great job, lately. Baby’s been on a roll,” Nicki said, touching my hair.

“Is it true you worked on Kiss Land and Beauty completely sober?” Nicki’s other brother, Jeremy, asked.

“Uh,” I hesitated, “Yeah. I did.”

“How??”

Shit! I hate follow up questions!

“I mean, it was something to get used to.”

“I know it had to be hard with everything in your music talking about the complete opposite of being sober,” CJ said.

I swallowed hard, “Um, it was kind of hard, but uh…”

“By God’s grace, he did it,” Nicki said, pridefully.

I tried to muster a smile but it was only awkward as fuck because I knew I was hiding a secret from them, all of them.

I caught eyes with Christian who was in the process of rolling hers before looking back down at her plate. It was so hard to see her so pissed off at me but I couldn’t really blame her.

“I’m actually proud of Abel for taking that step towards bettering himself,” Nicki’s dad said.

“Yeah, I’m excited to see what he does next,” Nicki adds on.

She smiles at me and I try my hardest to return it to her without showing too much eye contact out of fear that the red hues will show.

“Yeah, me too,” the quiet, sarcasm from Christian comes to my ears.

I felt the knots form in my stomach. She knows I’m lying to her sister, to her whole family. This shit is so awkward.

One Week Later

Nicki and I flew out to Florida to celebrate the anniversary of us meeting back in September of 2011. It’s 2024, man, time flies. I’m just happy I get to spend this moment with my baby, though.

It’s still pretty warm and tropical down here in the late summer season, so we decided to have a little get away with Nicki’s friend, Alex watching our kids back in California.

Tonight, we’re in our hotel room about to go to a club.

Nickiah

I was still in the bathroom, applying my makeup.

“Baby, you almost done?” Abel calls out to me.

As I finish up my highlight, I chuckle. He just doesn’t understand what us girls go through.

“Almost, baby. Hold your horses.”

I can’t believe that I met this man 13 years ago. The thought still runs chills down my spine.

I just hope we continue going strong.

Abel

Before Nicki came out of the bathroom, I popped two ecstasy pills. I’m starting to get used to the high feeling again and it’s been great.

I need a good time tonight and I don’t want it sober.

She walked out sporting a fitted black dress and high heels. My eyebrows perk up at the beautiful sight. Her thick lips colored wine red as her dark hair is pushed to one side of her head, draping over one eye.

“How do I look?” she asks.

“Damn, baby. I like it. I like it,” I said, nodding in approval.

“I’m glad you do, baby,” she blushed.

I chuckled, “Shit, you know they gonna say you in the illuminati with that eye covered and shit.”

She smacked her lips before laughing, “Boy please! I’m the last celebrity they should associate with the illuminati.”

“I’m just fuckin’ with you, baby,” I said laughing before taking her by the waist. “You ready to go?”

She smiled, “Shit, if you don’t back your sexy ass up off of me, I’m not gonna be ready to.”

I smiled and bit onto my lip. “Sexy? Shit, look at this ass you’re wearin’ ma.”

I slapped her ass as it wiggled in my hand.

“Boy, stop!!” she yelled. “You’re so nasty.”

“You like it, though.”

“You’re right, daddie. I do.”

She winked at me before switching her hips in front of me. I stared with a smirk plastered on my face as I felt the lust running through my veins.

As we entered the nightclub, cameras began flashing. Our security had to stand in between us and the fans. This ain’t 2011, bitch. I can’t be discreet up in these mother fuckers no more and Nicki is known to be with me, so they be peeping for her up in the club too.

We were escorted to the VIP section of the club where the leather couches sat. I started off right with a lit blunt to my face and a glass of Henny in my hand.

My baby sat beside me with her legs crossed, looking sexy as fuck. I held my blunt to her face.

She instinctively turned her head away from me. I chuckled.

“Come on, baby. Just one for the night,” I urged.

She began chuckling. “Baby, you know I don’t fuck with that shit.”

“Ain’t like you ain’t never did it before, baby. It’s our anniversary. Hit the blunt for daddie.”

She looked over at me and squinted her eyes in a very seductive way. The smile couldn’t leave her face. I knew I had sent a chill up her spine.

“Acting like the nigga you were back when I first met your ass, boy,” she said, taking the blunt from me.

I knew exactly what she was talking about too. It just brought back some good memories.

Flashback

Chicago, Illinois – September of 2011

Nickiah

When we got to the party everything was crazy! I literally wanted to turn my ass around and walk out, but I didn’t. The music bumped so loud I thought I would surely lose my sense of sound. Heavy smoke filled the room as I coughed my way through large crowds of people. I look up and see strippers stroking a pole, some with their tits out this shit was too much. I was instantly uncomfortable, I look around my fucking friends had left me. What the fuck? How am I supposed to know what to do?? I continue walking looking lost as hell smelling heavy scents of weed, people with alcohol breath, and the music was ear shaking. I hated to admit it but this shit was pretty creepy. Purple, pink and blue lights illuminated the club, it felt like Pandora’s fucking box. I kept walking until I found a section where there weren’t many people and sat my ass down. I heard this song started playing, it sounded familiar, it had a lot of bass playing to it.

‘Why you rushin’ me baby? It’s only us alone, I don’t wanna die tonight baby. So let me sip this slow. I’ll give you what you called for, just let me get in my zone.’

I knew it, ugh. The fucking guy my brothers listen to like fanatics. I look over to my right and on the couch was this nappy headed guy who looked pretty fucked up, he was slowly bobbing his head to the beat sipping some kind of liquor

“damn I wish they would turn him off…”

The guy must have heard what I said, I must have said it too loud because he looked over at me in disgust…

“what??” I asked in an annoyed way

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean??”

For a high guy he was pretty alert. “I just don’t listen to this guy”

“your problem is…?”

“all he talks about is sex and drugs, my problem is” I was trying to be a smart ass.

“keep your fucking comments to yourself”

Why was this guy so angry? Ja or CJ never even got this pissed when I talked about him

“dude calm down sorry, my brothers just always listen to him, like always and the guy is annoying”

“what did the guy ever do to you?”

“he’s just him, bad influence on my little brothers and he’s annoying”

“its not my fucking fault your brothers listen and next time cover your fucking ears or don’t say shit, cuz u don’t know the shit I been through to write this shit”

Wait? What just happened? Did he just say he wrote this??

“wait, you’re The Weeknd??”

“yes the fuck I am and I don’t appreciate you’re mouth”

Fuck I felt stupid. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend but why do u always sing about drugs and sex”

“motivation and my life”

“well you can have positive motives”

“nah, it’s the only thing in my life right now so…”

“oh…” It was awkward now, I just sat there sitting up straight, clutching the water bottle I had in between my legs

“who brings a fucking water bottle to a club?”

“excuse me??”

“I’m just asking…”

“well I do, I wasn’t even gonna come, my friends wanted me to”

“so you don’t do parties I can tell…”

“no, I’m above this shit”

“so u think u too good for it huh?”

“no not that, I just have morals…”

“you too fuckin’ uptight, u want one it’ll make you feel better you could loosen up” he said pulling out some pills shaking them. What the fuck was this??

“what is that??”

“ex, it’ll loosen you up”

“no I’m not taking that! I don’t do drugs look I think I have to go”

I stood up from the couch only to feel a soft hand grab my wrist softly…

Abel

She may have came off pretty bitchy, but she was pretty cute. I like shy girls, I love getting them open. She was really sexy and I loved her accent. Being in Chicago you see some of the sexiest girls. Pretty different from most. I didn’t want her to leave yet though…

“whoa baby, I’m not trying to turn you into a druggie or nothin’ I’m just saying, you need to loosen up some, you’re pretty uptight.”

“I don’t need loosening up and drugs aren’t me” she sat back down

“well if takin’ drugs just ain’t you then I can only ask for you to be you baby”

“well thanks”

“if you’re not into pills at least get a drink baby, you need to experience this fun”

“I don’t want to”

“I’m right here and its just a drink, perfectly legal”

I called for a glass of henny to come her way and she reluctantly took it. I nodded for her to sip it and she did and made a face, I guess it burned going down for her.

The Next Night

I drove to the club where the rest of the niggas were already. Fuck it, I could go for round three, especially with this chick. It’s Chicago, shit I might as well turn up while I can. The strippers here are different, I don’t know they have that Chicago swag and slang, it was kind of a turn on.

I started off by getting fucked up. Rolling my weed up while sippin’ my glass of henny. I looked over at Nicki, she kind of scoffed at the sight. I finished rolling it up and lit it on fire inhaling deep. I continued this until I felt my brain melt, I knew I was fucked up.

“come on baby, don’t be as up tight as last night”

“I’m not Abel lol” I saw her take a sip of alize. “how was your show?”

“it was crack as fuck, I rock it out like a pro baby” I said bobbin’ my head to the falsetto beat of the club music. I looked over and noticed a deep thought on her face, she probably was trying to imply what I meant by that. “I’m sorry if its too much for you to handle, America’s sweetheart” I knew that would fuck with her mind

“don’t you fucking call me that!”

“and why not?”

“just because the media tries to make me out to be perfect, I’m not!”

“well are u down baby?”

“for whatever baby…”

I smiled at her response and passed my blunt to her she took it in confusion.

“just put it to your lips and inhale, watch all your problems disappear”

I could tell she was kind of scared. “I’m right here, I got you girl just act on what you say.”

Nickiah

I was scared as hell, I knew weed was considered a drug to me. It may not have been hardcore but it sure as hell got you high, I didn’t even like the feeling of that alcohol having control of my body, I knew this shit would make me nervous. I heard what he said it was kind of reassuring, but I thought about my family. What if they knew I was at a strip club late at night about to smoke a blunt from a guy I just met the night before?? My daddy would definitely freak. I inhaled and thought, why not? I sucked on the blunt for a while before choking and coughing forcefully. I looked over to Abel for reassurance that this shit was safe and he nodded his head for me to continue. I sucked in again starting to choke. I kept repeating until I felt my brain feel light. I stopped thinking about a lot of things. I laid back on the couch and passed his blunt back to him.

“I guess you are down baby”

“I don’t know I feel pretty comfortable with you”

“how comfortable?”

I didn’t know what he meant by that but I saw him pull the same bottle he had from last night out and shake em, I got pretty nervous about the whole operation.

“uhhh Abel, I don’t know if pills are my thing”

“its just ecstasy baby, it won’t hurt you and its not addicting from the first use so don’t worry”

Damn he was smart as fuck about drugs. “um, you sure…”

“I won’t let nothing happen to you ma”

His voice was so reassuring. I held my hand out as he shook a light blue pill into my hand.

“I’m gonna roll with you baby. Rolling on these disco biscuits is second nature to me”

I laughed as I swallowed mine down with my alize. I looked over and he popped one too. I was so scared, I never did drugs before. I didn’t know what was expected next. It was kind of like going into a surgery in the hospital, you didn’t know the outcome or if it would have devastating effects on your body. It was only a matter of time to see what this pill would do to me; but, I trusted Abel.

In about 15 minutes I started to feel a second affect aside from the weed in my system. It was taking over my body, I felt so slow for a moment. The whole club moved in slow motion, the music was slow motion in my ears. I noticed I couldn’t stop rubbing my thighs for some reason, I started to feel a warm puddle form on my panties. What the fuck was going on? What the fuck was turning me on? I looked over at Abel and he was higher too, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked back at me with lust in his eyes.

I felt his lips come in contact with mine, but I was so high my defense was down. I couldn’t fight him; not that I wanted to. I let a few moans escape my mouth as he sucked my bottom lip and licked on my lips. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue attack mine. He was such a good kisser, as he took my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. I almost came right there on the couch.

I had to stop him before we’d be fucking in this club. I lightly pushed him off of me. “no daddie, lets go back to my house”

End Flashback

Abel

I watched as my baby took a couple puffs from my blunt and stained it with a ring of lipstick. It was sexy as fuck to me, though. I ain’t have no problems.

When she finished taking the drags, I saw her clench her chest before coughing a bit.

“Not used to it anymore, huh?”

“Hell no,” she answered before laughing. “Take this death stick.”

“Hey, those are cigarettes. Marijuana is a miracle.”

“Whatever. Same difference,” she said.

I laughed before finishing up my blunt. I felt my brain melting along with the two ecstasy pills flowing in my veins. The music seemed to bass even slower through the loud speakers. The colors in the club seemed distorted, but it only intensified the high even more. I was loving this shit.

Nicki stood up and sat across my lap. I raised my eyebrows in curiosity as my hands found their way to her ass.

“Needed a new seat, baby?” I asked.

“Yeah, I wanted to sit on my daddie,” she said, leaning in to kiss me.

I smelled the fragrance booming from her neck. That shit turned me on. There were star shaped earrings hanging from her earlobes and a star shaped necklace adorning her neck.

“I love you, baby,” she said.

“I love you too,” I said, kissing her lips one more time, “Stargirl.”

She smiled before backing away to face me. “Stargirl?”

“Yeah, ma,” I said, my voice drooping in highness. “You’re a star, girl.”

She blushed, “I like that name, daddie.”

“I do, too, baby. I just wanna see you shine for me, Stargirl.”

She bit her bottom lip, “Well, you’re already shining for me, Starboy.”

I chuckled. “Really, baby?”

“Every Stargirl needs her Starboy, right?”

I nodded, “You right, ma. I like it.”

She continued to smile with lust in her eyes before she began kissing on my neck. I could feel her warm breath tickling my skin and I felt my dick wanting to rise. I’m gonna end up fuckin’ her in this club if she don’t stop.

“Baby, you want that shit online?” I asked, with a smile.

“What?”

“You getting this dick,” I chuckled.

She laughed. “I don’t want that online. That shit would be so awkward.”

“Then you better sit your Stargirl ass down somewhere before I whip this bitch out.”

I slapped her on the ass before she got off my lap. “Fine, with your nasty ass.”

“You make me nasty, baby.”

“I know and I love it, daddie.”

Just then, I heard some familiar lyrics come over the speakers.

“We are not the same. I am too wreckless. I’m not tryna go in that direction. These niggas, they been doin’ too much flexin’ and they about to call the wrong attention. And I don’t got no patience, no more testin’. I do shit how I want, don’t need no blessin’. XO niggas ain’t nothin’ to mess with. Nobody stoppin’ us, oh no, we destined. And everybody ‘round you is so basic. I’m never rockin’ white; I’m like a racist. I don’t drink my liquor with a chase in. That money is the only thing I’m chasin’, and some dope dimes on some coke lines. Gimme head all night, cum four times. Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound, do an ounce, get some dick, tell her friends about it.”

I smiled in memory of where Beauty Behind the Madness went. The creative energy was beginning to run through my veins that night in the club. What’s my next vision? Where am I gonna take it? The anticipation is killing me.

“You still listen to The Weeknd?” I heard this nigga say a few feet away from me.

“Not like I used to,” the guy he asked replied.

“Yeah, his shit changed. He ain’t the same.”

“Shit is corny, now. Like he try to be something he’s not no more.”

“Right, he fucked up after Trilogy. This new shit wack as fuck.”

“Don’t believe the rumors, bitch I’m still a user. I’m still rockin’ camo and still roll with shooters. I’m a villain in my city. I just made another killin’. I’ma spend it all on bitches.”

The guy laughed. “Listen at this fake shit. Knowing damn well, he don’t rock with his old shit anymore.”

I began to feel my blood boiling. This shit isn’t easy to stomach. As easy as it should be to blow off, this isn’t. I’m having a hard time taking this criticism because I knew I was lying in that fucking song. Yeah, Beauty blew up, but I only sung about the drugs because that’s what sells for me. I was only smoking weed. I wasn’t doing shit else, so the fact that these niggas who obviously used to be fans can hear it in my music really gets to me.

I don’t know how I should feel about this shit.

“Man, The Weeknd don’t even do drugs anymore. He fake as hell.”

“How you know he don’t do drugs anymore?”

“You could tell. He ain’t real anymore. Kiss Land was garbage and Beauty Behind the Madness wasn’t shit either. Sounded like some old Michael Jackson rip-offs and cheesy radio hits.”

“Yeah, that’s why I stopped fuckin’ with him. He tries too hard to sound real and raw like he used to, just like in King of the Fall. That shit sounded fake and watered down.”

“Yeah, he definitely tries too hard with this wack shit now. I ain’t feelin’ it ‘cuz I know it ain’t real.”

At that point, I couldn’t stand to hear anymore. I stood up to my feet.

This shit ain’t cool, man.

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