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To make an album: K. HongJoong

(Bambi's ver!) Producer bf HJ X Famous singer reader

'To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer'

📙: You have been on the rise since your debut album almost 4 years ago. Now, your millions of fans are demanding a full album from you and the company is on you about finishing it before the deadline, giving you one big choice: who will produce your album?

⚠ : Unprotected sex (always wrap it up and keep it safe), Mentions of past poor producers, Sex in the studio, Multiple rounds, recording sex, car sex, use of handcuffs (reader), L bomb, use of mirror, Spanking, HJ calls reader names (baby girl, slut, puppy, baby), Slight Dumbification, slight degradation, pussy obsessed HJ, basically smut with barely plot, Producer HJ (whole warning)

🎶: Mushroom Chocolate - Quin ft 6lack, Lil Freak - Usher, Take Me -Miso, Gorilla - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: SO what happened was that I got carried away because producer HJ is a version of him I will NEVER get over lol. Smut with semi plot, not really.

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'Y/N L/N is set to release her long awaited full album in two months. Fans have been waiting for a full album from her since her debut almost 4 years ago. What kind of sound do you think she'll go for? Please let us know via social media at-'

"Alexa, turn this off." You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through your large apartment, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. It was far too early to hear anyone talk about you, even if it was positive.

You raised to the tips of your toes as you grabbed your coffee bag from the cabinet, the dim morning light lighting the kitchen for you as you began to make your morning coffee. You had a long day in the studio ahead of you and knew you couldn't get by without any sort of caffeine.

You were at the top of your career after debuting 4 years ago. You had gained millions of fans and had put out award-winning singles and mini-albums. You even went on a sold-out tour a couple of months back.

However, while you were more than content with your singles and mini-albums, your fans had been getting vocal about wanting a full album from you, just like when you first came onto the music scene. You had put it off for as long as you could, not finding the process of making the full album interesting enough to hold your full attention. Plus, the producer who produced your debut album was an asshole, which made you unwilling to make another one. But, the company was now placing their foots down, not releasing any more of your music until you presented them with a full album.

You jumped lightly as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to rest against his chest. You relaxed at the feeling of his lips pressed against your cheek, a small hum leaving his lips as you rubbed his arms. You tilted your head back to admire the man who held you close, his dark brown hair still a mess from sleep. His eyes scanned your face as if you were a piece of art, the corners of his lips curling up as you smiled back at him. It felt like such a sweet moment between you and him, forgetting all about your problems.

"Did you make enough coffee for the two of us?" HongJoong's deep, sleep-laced voice made your smile grow as you loved how he sounded when he just woke up. You nodded, leaning forward to check the pot before turning around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, his hands resting on your hips as he did so. "Good. How's the last 4 tracks of your album coming along?"

You frowned as he mentioned your album, placing a kiss on his lips as you tried to shut him up about it. It was bad enough that all the fans and the company were constantly asking you about it, you didn't want your boyfriend to ask you about it too, especially before your coffee.

HongJoong only chuckled at your attempt to silence him, pulling back to look down at you with knowing eyes. He knew you'd rather forget about it, but he wanted to help, especially since the company had their eyes on you. "Baby, you can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up, you know?" He laughed.

"I wasn't trying to shut you up, but I don't wanna talk about the album right now, baby." You smiled, moving to lean against the counter as HongJoong moved to grab you and him a mug for the coffee. He chuckled again, filling your mug with caffeine before sliding it over to you, a smile on his lips as he said "But we should talk about it, especially with that deadline you have coming up."

You took a sip of your coffee as he returned to stand in front of you, leaning against the opposite counter with a comforting smile. HongJoong knew about your past producer who treated you poorly when you were putting out your debut album. He had met you right afterward, so he understood when you didn't want anything to do with him unless it had to do with music. But, as time went on, you and him grew closer. Now you two had been dating for 2 years.

"Y/N, baby." HongJoong tilted his head to meet your gaze, offering you a comforting smile as he took a sip of his coffee before standing back up straight. Only when he is sure that he has your full attention does he ask "Did you find a producer yet?"

You hadn't. You had been writing and recording demos all by yourself, choosing to put off picking a producer till the very last second. You didn't know any other producers you trusted with a project like this. You shook your head, meeting your boyfriend's eyes over your coffee cup as you said "I'll probably just take whoever the company assigns to me to produce this."

To your surprise, HongJoong's eyes lit up at your words before he said "Well, let me produce it."

You narrowed your eyes over the mug of coffee at your boyfriend, trying to see what he meant by that. At your sharp and questioning gaze, he placed his mug down on the counter before saying "I'll produce your album." You and HongJoong had only worked on two other songs together, those two songs doing well on the charts and even winning awards. However, you wanted to keep your relationship and your music separate, but HongJoong wasn't having that. He placed his hands on your waist, a small pout on his lips as he asked "do you not have faith in me and my skills? I know what it takes to make a good album, you know."

"What do you need, HongJoong?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your boyfriend smirked, his hands moving to your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of the large t-shirt you slipped on after your many rounds with him last night. His fingers slowly dragged up the sides of your thighs, small goosebumps being left in his wake as it moved underneath your shirt, cupping your ass as he spoke with confidence ''To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer''

You were no longer paying attention to his words, his lips grazing yours as he placed a small kiss onto the corners of your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pressed his chest against your folded arms. HongJoong lips dragged against your cheek to your ear, his hands moving up the small of your back as he spoke into your ear "plus, think of all the fun things we can do in the studio. I know you like riding me while I produce"

You bit your lip at the memory of you riding him in his studio while he tried to focus on producing: you had been missing him while on tour and was on break for a week when the company asked him to produce a song for Yunho. You had been begging him to just take an hour's break and come home to fuck you, but he was very insistent on finishing the song that night. He responded to your needy texts with a simple "If you want me that badly, you better come and get it."

"You were so wet for me, babe" You shivered as he placed a kiss onto your neck, his hands now moving back down to your ass, his finger dipping underneath the panty fabric to tease you before he whispered again "I remember that I had to cover your mouth while I bent you over my keyboard because you were so goddam loud, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat."

"HongJoong" you whispered, the desire in the air making you forget what the conversation was even about. You closed your eyes as your panties snapped back against you, his hands soon moving to grab the sides, teasing you by pulling them down slightly before snapping the fabric back against you. HongJoong smirked at the sight in front of him, his cock pressing against his thin boxers as he repeated his process a few more times till your hands were gripping the countertops. He had you right where he wanted you.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in close to your lips, hoping he would take mercy on you and just kiss you. You were soon filled with disappointment as his hands left your body, opening your eyes to see his proud orbs. He placed one of his hands underneath your jaw, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he said "just think about it, baby."

You sighed silently as he let go of your chin, grabbing his coffee cup before walking away to begin getting ready for his day. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm down as you looked outside your apartment windows. You pressed your legs together as you felt your wetness pool in your panties, your boyfriend's touch having lingering effects on you.

You thought about ambushing him while he showered, but your phone buzzed with a text from your manager, letting you know that she was on her way to pick you up and take you to the company so you could work on your album. You bit your lip, realizing that you had an hour to go get ready.

Today was going to be a long day.

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"No, he called me a bitch for not wanting too much autotune in my songs"

Your manager ran a hand through her hair as you denied another producer, sitting across from you in the meeting room at your company. She had a whole stack of worthy candidates to produce the album that you had worked with in the past, but you turned them all down. You had bad experiences with all of them that you didn't want to think about when you were working on an anticipated album.

Your manager called for a break so she could find another list of possible producers, sighing as you shot out of your seat and made your way to the doors. She called out to you before you could leave, a motherly look on her face as she said "Y/N, you have to let someone produce this album. You can't keep putting this off."

You nodded, walking out of the room silently. She was right, you couldn't keep putting it off, but you didn't want just anybody touching your tracks.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the long hallway, looking for a practice room for you to record another song you had written. Maybe you could release an album full of demos?

Before you could enter the room, your eyes fell onto your boyfriend's studio down the hall. His door was covered in stickers that his visitors had placed there when they worked with him. The familiar feeling from this morning returned as you made your way to his studio, hoping to just get a glimpse of your boyfriend. You carefully opened his office to see him working on a track, his headphones snug on his head.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend producing, bouncing his head to the beat of the music while his fingers added to it. He was in his element and you found it incredibly sexy. You bit your lip as you closed the door behind you, making your way to him carefully as he continued to produce, not noticing you till you placed your hands onto his shoulders. His eyes glanced over at your manicured nails, smirking when he realized it was you.

He let your hands drag up his shoulders and neck, carefully taking off his headphones as he saved the track, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back to it for a while. He turned his chair around, looking up at you as you moved to his lap, both of you sighing as your warm, clothed pussy pressed against his clothed cock. He watched as you began to grind down against it, craving any sort of friction you could get. He gently grabbed your hips, helping you as he placed kisses along your neck.

"Did you think about what I said this morning?" He hummed against your neck, his tongue peaking out to lick your sweet spot, making you purr out "Hmm, what did you say this morning."

Your words were met with a bite from him, tsking as he pulled back to look at you, his hips meeting yours as you both ground against each other on his chair. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention to me, baby. Or, were you distracted by something?" He played with you as he looked up at you, chuckling at your already fucked out looking state. He gently patted your cheek, licking his lips as he asked "Were you distracted, baby?"

At your nod, he let out a soft "aww," his voice laced with faux care as he unbuttoned your jeans, leaning down to place a kiss on your stomach as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make sure not to touch you when I'm talking to you"

You knew he wasn't really sorry, your hands running through his hair as his hands slid into the back of your jeans, pushing them down as much as he could. HongJoong loved it when you got distracted by his touch, loving the sight of you trying to remember what he was talking about while he picked you up from his lap, smirking at the wet patch that was on his own jeans.

"I was talking to you about me producing your album, baby," he said, unbuttoning his jeans as you took off your jeans and shirt, now standing before him in nothing but a thin thong and bra. You let out a playful "Oh? Were we really?" as you turned around, bending over as you pulled down your panties. You made a show out of it, smirking when you heard your boyfriend's breath hitch. You bit your lip as his hands made contact with your ass, his hands massaging the globes of your ass before he stood behind you, his cock slipping in between your thighs, making you moan softly.

"Yes, we were talking about me producing it. You need to learn to focus, babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your neck while his hands moved up your sides slowly to your hair, his fingers making a ponytail out of your hair. Once he was satisfied, he kicked your legs apart further, making you lean forward to place your hands onto the couch he had in his studio as he spit down onto his cock, his spit coating the head of his thick cock before slowly pushing into you.

"Oooh, that's it baby" he groaned deeply, closing his eyes as your wet pussy welcomed him back in warmly. HongJoong couldn't get enough of your pussy, always wanting to be balls deep in you whenever he could be, even if you two of you weren't fucking. He swore he felt his brain turn off as he began to fuck you, his eyes shut tightly as fucked you. You gripped the couch as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out perfectly as you moaned into the couch. At the sound of your muffled moans, he pulled on your hair, tugging you so your back was arched, your head no longer on the couch as he drilled his cock into you.

You tried to keep quiet as he praised you through your moans, even lifting one of his legs to the couch so he could drill his cock deeper into you at an angle. He had you seeing stars in no time, panting out his name and moaning as he fucked you.

HongJoong soon pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock and back your ass up to where you thought he was. You were met with a hard spank to your ass, making you moan as your boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, kissing your puffy pussy before whispering "hush baby, lemme taste you, then you can ride my cock till I fill you up."

You moaned at the thought, your moans only growing as HongJoong's tongue licked your pussy, flattening his tongue against you before sucking on your lips. You reached behind you to grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading you for him to eat you.

One of the things you loved about him was how loud HongJoong got when he ate you out: you could vividly hear every time he sucked, licked, and spat back into your pussy. You bit your lip as he moaned lewdly into your pussy, his secret desires and your praises being moaned into your wet pussy, the vibrations making you shake. After one long lick, he pulled back, helping you to stand up (more like he held you while you leaned against his body) before leading you to his chair, sitting down on it before he pulled you down onto his lap.

You instantly knew what to do, sinking down on his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. You began to grind down as his hands returned to your hips, guiding your hips to spell whatever he wanted. "You still haven't answered me, princess, come on." Your eyes snapped to meet his dark ones, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to remember what the hell he was talking about.

HongJoong tsked at your fuzzy memory, shaking his head before saying "I know you're in heat, baby, but you should at least be able to remember what I just said. Don't tell me my cock is stopping you from thinking." He leaned forward, biting your shaking bottom lip as he began to fuck up into you, pulling back as you moaned loudly, tossing your head back as he clicked his tongue. He suddenly stopped, smirking when you began to whine and try to move again, his grip on your hips tightening, warning you. "Look at me, baby, meet my eyes."

You did as you were told, his head falling back against the head of his chair as he opened his legs a little wider to make it more comfortable and to firmly plant his feet against the floor. "Tell me, baby, what were we talking about?"

Your brain once more short-circuited as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit as your thought, your boyfriend's lips soon wrapping around your nipple as you stumbled out "You producing my album?"

"There we go, baby" HongJoong praised, helping you resume riding him as he fucked up into you. He watched as your face contorted to show pleasure, your head now tossed back as you eagerly rode his cock, making him moan. "That's my smart baby, huh? She may be a slut in heat, but she knows what's important, right?"

"Yes, yes" you moaned, HongJoong lips returning to your nipple with a soft "good girl." You let his words motivate you to move faster, no longer even registering that you were in his studio in the company with an album that was due soon. Nothing else mattered when he fucked you so well.

"Hmm, so what about what I said this morning, baby? Are you going to make the right decision and let me produce your album?" He hummed against your breasts as he moved faster, watching as you bounced faster to match him. He could tell you were about to cum and that he was getting close too, his own moans growing to match yours. It made him glad he soundproofed his studio that morning.

You nodded at his words, desperate to agree to whatever he wanted so you could cum, his lips crashing into yours as you both came. You held him close as you both kissed, your tongues locking in the kiss as you both ground against each other, both of your cum mixing and leaking out of you onto his cock, balls, and even a bit on the chair. Once you both had calmed down, you placed your head onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as HongJoong turned the chair around to face his setup, his hands running through your hair as he whispered "Whenever you're ready, baby, we can get started recording the tracks. We got an album to make."

Yes, the two of you did.

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"Looks like you found your main producer, huh?"

You smiled as you held your glass of champagne, turning to look at your boyfriend. HongJoong was across the party with his own glass of champagne, his custom-fitted dark purple velvet suit against his body while his freshly bleached hair was styled perfectly. He was talking to someone else, but with the feeling of your eyes on him, he suddenly made eye contact with him.

Throughout the whole album-producing process with him, you both had not been able to keep each other's hands off each other, fucking multiple times all around his studio.

"Yes, I did." Your eyes drank in the way HongJoong leaned against the wall, his eyes doing the same as walked around that night. HongJoong couldn't wait till the two of you got home, excited to rip off your short, dark purple dress that hugged your body perfectly. His eyes moved up your legs and thighs, his body heating up knowing what was between your thighs. He felt like he could pounce on you at any minute, not caring if everyone watched as he fucked you on the table. In fact, that was on his bucket list.

"Baby?" You turned around to see HongJoong now behind you, his lips still puffy from the make-out session you two had in the hallway 30 minutes ago. "I think it's time we go, Y/N. The party is winding down and I have another surprise for you at the apartment." A surprised "Oh really?" left your lips at his words, not expecting him to have a surprise for you waiting at the house. Before you could try and ask for hints, HongJoong's hand interlocked with yours, pulling you from the party. You tried your best to keep up with his fast walk as he walked outside, unlocking the car you and he shared before he opened the back door. You looked at it with confusion, HongJoong's only response being "Get in the backseat, baby. It'll all make sense later."

You sat in the backseat as he climbed in the front seat, the car ride silent as he sped home. You bit your lip as your eyes fell on your boyfriend's hands as they gripped the steering wheel, his veins popping out from how tightly he was holding it. Your eyes moved from his hands up his body, noticing how fast his chest was rising and falling. Your eyes soon looked into the rearview mirror, meeting HongJoong's hard gaze. You hadn't noticed that he was looking at you throughout the car ride, biting your lip as you spread your legs, giving the mirror and your boyfriend a perfect view of your soaked panties.

When HongJoong glanced into the mirror once again and saw your new position, he swore he almost pulled over right then and there. He smirked, glad to see that you were just as horny as he was for you. He reached back to touch your knee as his other hand stayed on the wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his voice let you know that he was still watching you.

"Why don't you run a pretty finger up your panties for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are for me" You did as you were told, dragging your fingers up your clothed pussy, shivering at how your panties stuck to you. "You're so wet, aren't you baby? Just a few more minutes, then we'll be back home. I'll take good care of you, I promise, just keep yourself wet for me."

You nodded, feeling a jolt of excitement rush through you at what was about to happen.

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"Joong, please" You closed your eyes as HongJoong ripped open the door to the car, his knees meeting the floor of the car in an instant at the sound of your voice. HongJoong has made you touch yourself over your panties constantly, not letting you give yourself any relief. He parked in a spot in the parking garage that was hidden from everyone else and from the security camera, making sure that no one could interrupt you two. He closed the doors behind him as he cooed at you, promising to ease your pussy's ache as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to you.

He soon hooked his fingers into your ruined panties, tugging down the fabric. He had to pause when he saw a string of your arousal connect with the panties, making him look away to ensure that he didn't cum in his pants. He wanted you to have all of his cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finished removing your panties, placing the fabric into his pocket before he took in a shaky breath; it wasn't out of nerves, but to control himself. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, biting his lip at the view of your spread pussy. "Such a wet and naughty pussy. Did you want me as much as I wanted it, baby?" You nodded as he leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. Both of your loud moans mixed in the car as he repeated his motion, slurping up any more wetness that leaked from you with urgency.

HongJoong soon sped up, his licks moving faster as he pushed a finger into you, curling it as his tongue played with your clit. He loved watching how you rode his tongue and fingers when he ate you out, wanting more of him as he drowned in your pussy. He licked up his wrist, catching more juices before his tongue replaced his fingers, making your hands rush into his blonde hair, your back arching against the car seat as you came and squirted. HongJoong moaned loudly, cussing as he cleaned you up. You lay limp against the seat as he finally pulled back from your pussy, moving up the seat to stand in front of you.

"Talk to me, baby. Let me know you're still here with me" he cupped your face as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing along your cheeks as he waited for you to come down. When you finally nodded, he smiled before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. "There you are, baby. You came so much for me."

You smiled at his praise, reaching for his cock that was now pressing against his velvet pants, HongJoong's hand gently grasping your wrist to stop you. "Not right now, baby, not in here. Lemme move the car closer to the elevator and take you up to the apartment." You pouted as he got out of the car to move to the front seat, meeting your eyes in the mirror as he said "trust me, baby."

You trusted him as he moved the car to park in front of one of the elevators before helping you inside. When you both finally made it inside the apartment, you had to pause at the doorway.

The apartment was decorated with tons of flowers and heart balloons, led candles were lit all around the place. It looked so romantic. You turned to HongJoong as he locked the front door and removed his shoes, an obvious smile on his face as he walked past you. "Did you do all of this, Joong?" You followed him into the living room, smiling as he finally faced you with a smile on his face. "Of course I did. My girlfriend put out an album despite not choosing me two weeks before it was due" You rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled you close to him, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "But, I did this to show how proud of you I am, Y/N. I mean that."

You smiled as he kissed you again, the kiss this time sweet as you cupped the back of his neck as he began to lead you down the hallway, stumbling with you into walls. When you both finally reached the bedroom, the kiss had intensified to the point where your tongues were caressing each other. HongJoong pressed you roughly against the door, his hands moving around your body before he ripped down the front of your dress, shoving his face in between your tits as he picked you up. You moaned his name as he carried you to the bed, laying you down on it with ease before he pulled back, standing up.

For the first time that evening, you saw HongJoong's desire in his eyes fully. He looked at you as he began to unbutton his suit, commanding you to watch when you tried to move closer. His eyes drunk in your sprawled-out body on the bed before he removed his jacket, making his way into the closet that was adjacent to the bed. You kicked your heels off as you watched HongJoong toss the velvet jacket onto the floor carelessly before he roughly separated some hanging clothes. He leaned into the clearing he made before he took out a dark blue box that was covered in stickers and had a ribbon on it.

That dark blue box was your and HongJoong's sex box. HongJoong called it 'Joong's box', a play on Pandora's box. Inside the box contained anything either one of you had bought to use during sex, having decorated the box so if anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it.

When HongJoong turned to exit the closet, the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment, and you felt your body shiver. He looked so far gone, not even recognizing the depth of desire he had for you. He gently removed the ribbon as he approached the bed, his thumb flicking off the top of the box as he stood in front of you. He smirked as he looked through the box, picking what he wanted to use on you tonight before he placed the box down onto the nightstand.

He moved you to your knees, allowing your hands to run up and down the fabric of his pants before you began to unbutton his pants, eager to get a taste of him as he fiddled with the box. As you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes zeroed in on his cock as HongJoong soon pulled out something from the box, placing them on the bed before he moved to grab the box top. You took the opportunity while he put the box back to see what he took out, moaning softly at what he picked out.

Sitting on the bed next to you was a black cannon camera and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You bit your lip as he returned, picking up the camera to inspect it. "I think there's enough memory in here for tonight, don't you baby? I mean, we are celebrating."

You watched as he positioned the camera on the nightstand to get the perfect angle of you and him before pressing record, leaning down to give you also a sweet kiss. His lips gently rolled with yours as he kissed you, taking all the air from your lungs as he held the back of your neck, keeping you in the kiss. His hands slowly moved down the back of your dress, dragging the zipper down with him as he did so. "Are you going to be good tonight, Y/N? Say it loud enough for the camera to hear, baby girl."

"I'll be good for you, HongJoong. I'll always be good for you" you moaned as he bit your bottom lip, a proud smirk on his lips as he pulled back. "Of course you'll be good for me, baby. That's all a dumb puppy in heat like you wants, huh? Just my cock pleasing you?" HongJoong watched as you nodded, pushing down his boxers with a proud smile lacing his lips.

"Yeah? Come get your cock then, baby. I know you've been craving it since we got home." You rushed to give his cock a few pumps as your tongue dragged along his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue as he leaned over to grab the camera, holding it in one hand as another hand went into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You and HongJoong closed your eyes as you began to bob your head, your hand pumping what you couldn't take as he tossed his head back, offering you praise through his moans. When you couldn't meet his eyes, you looked into the camera, doing whatever it took to hear him curse and moan your name.

HongJoong tossed his forward, forcing himself to watch as you bobbed your head on his cock. He then leaned over to place the camera back on the nightstand before the hand that was in your hair pulled you off his cock, some of your saliva mixed with his precum dropping from your lips as he tilted your head back. He smirked at the sight before leaning beside you, grabbing the handcuffs while you pressed kisses to the side of his face, desperate for him.

"Place your hands behind you, baby." You did as you were told, looking up at him as he handcuffed your hands behind you, stopping you from being able to feel him. You whined softly, about to complain when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, the spank echoing in the room as HongJoong hissed "Shut it."

You nodded as he eased you down on the bed so your head was hanging off the edge while the rest of your body rested on the bed, his hands moving to knee your breasts as he positioned his cock at your mouth. "You shouldn't need your hands to take my cock baby. No, baby girl, you're a pro." He moaned as he pushed into your mouth, gripping your breasts as he began to fuck your throat. You gurgled around his cock as he used your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to speak.

"No, my baby is a slut. My baby knows how to take some cock, especially when it's mine. You even made a whole song about sex with me, didn't you?" HongJoong asked, his voice now deeper than usual as he pulled out of your mouth, looking down at you with dark eyes.

Near the end of producing your album, you had chosen to get inspiration from your many nights in the studio with your boyfriend and write a bonus track. When HongJoong heard it, he fucked you all around the studio in one night. To say HongJoong liked it was an understatement.

You nodded as he turned you over onto your stomach, cupping your jaw as he fed his cock into your mouth, resuming his rough pace as he moaned. "Wrote a whole song surrounding getting me cock, didn't you, baby? Fuck, and when everyone hears it, they're going to wonder who you're singing about, not knowing that you were on your producer's cock while you sang about riding it."

You couldn't help but moan louder at his words, grinding down against the bed for comfort. With the sight of you grinding against the bed, your moans, and his own words working him up, HongJoong pulled out to cum all over your lips and chin with a loud moan of your name. You gently licked your lips as HongJoong calmed down, his still hard cock pressing against his stomach as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at the sight before his thumb moved along your lips, cleaning you off before he grabbed a towel, wiping off your face fully.

HongJoong uncuffed you before he got on the bed next to you, his hands helping you move to your back as he slowly pushed into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned down to place his elbows onto either side of your head as he met your eyes. His eyes we not as dark as before, but softer as he slowly moved his hips. His hands soon intertwined with yours as he began to rock his hips to meet yours, placing small kisses around your face. "I know you're tired baby, just one more for me, ok? God, you're so perfect."

"One more" you purred against his lips, making him moan at your true fucked out state. He nodded, moaning against your lips "yeah, one more for me, baby. Fuck, I love you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, whispering that you loved him too as you both got lost in each other. HongJoong pressed his forehead against yours as he moved, pressing small kisses to your nose whenever he could before he moved to stuff his face into your neck. He felt his body heat up as he felt his climax approached, his breath now short as he let out a broken moan of your name as if he was calling out to you.

"Y/N...baby, I'm so close for you, I love you so goddam much" he moaned, moving to see your face as he moved faster, wanting to watch you fall apart. "Say my name, baby. Say my name while you cum for me. Let everyone know who you love"

"HongJoong," Your eyes rolled back as you came, your name leaving HongJoong's lips as he came with you, his hands slipping from yours to hold your face in a deep kiss as he shook. You wrapped your arms around him as you both rolled over onto your sides, the kiss slowing down to simple pecks. You both panted against each other's lips, holding each other as you both slowly came down.

HongJoong was the first one to move, standing up to go grab a towel before returning to you with shaky legs, both of you laughing when he fell onto the bed. He gently cleaned you up, whispering more praises to you and your pussy before he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your sides.

"So, you love me, huh?" Your question made your boyfriend of two years blush before turning away, making your smile grow. You moved to place your hands onto his shoulder, making him face you once more before you said "I love you, HongJoong. I wrote a whole damn album about you, so don't be the one getting embarrassed"

Your words made HongJoong smile and laugh, nodding before pulling your back down into his embrace, smiling at you snuggle into him. "How do you think your album is doing on the charts right now?" He asked, grunting as he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You hummed against his shoulder, shrugging as he placed you on the toilet before going to turn on the shower.

HongJoong handed you your phone as he went into the bedroom, letting you check while he gathered shower stuff. When he returned, you had a bright smile on your face. "Number one everywhere and trending. Everyone is complimenting me and the producer."

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, placing the towels, lotion, and clothes onto the bathroom sink before he aimed the black camera to face the shower, making you smirk. "Why'd you bring the camera in here, baby?"

HongJoong smirked as he helped you to your feet, walking back into the shower with you as he said "I'm help you get inspiration for your next album. That's what a good producer does, baby. And, you're lucky, because you have one of the best helping you. Now, make sure you're loud enough for the camera baby, this all might be useful for another secret track."

Bambikisss | 2024

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minranghae · 1 year

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touch | 18+

》 pairing: c.jongho x f!reader

》 genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

》 warnings: ceo!jongho, grumpy jongho, whiny reader, hurt/comfort, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), aftercare, makeup sex, age gap (not a major plot point)

》 wc: 4.2k

》 thank you so much for reading this, it's my first full fic that i've written on here!!!!! if i forgot any tags, please lmk :) reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 also, the main song i listened to when i wrote this was versace on the floor by bruno mars

“Jongho, sweetheart, don’t you think you should come to bed now? I think you deserve a break,” you whine as you enter his office, a pout forming on your lips seeing his still, working figure.

You take a moment to admire his features on your way in. His dark hair that perfectly framed his face, those piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you every time he looked at you, and those strong arms you just loved to be wrapped in whenever he hugged you.

Well, that was if he did decide to hug you. Just as strong as his arms is Jongho’s work ethic. Sure, any CEO is bound to be busy. When you’re busy it’s easy to get stressed, and when Jongho gets stressed, it’s as if you don’t exist. He was never super touchy to begin with, but every morning he retreats to his home office without even a hug or a kiss. Just a simple good morning, or sometimes, nothing at all. With Jongho’s already packed schedule and new business plans, it’s clear you weren’t going to get his attention any time soon. But, who would you be if you didn’t at least try to get some from him?

Making your way to his desk, you prepared yourself to put on your cutest face; wide puppy-dog eyes and a sad lip bite at the ready, but with the way Jongho looked up at you, the only emotion present on your face was nervousness. You could see the dark bags forming under his eyes, seemingly becoming darker by the second, and paired with his furrowed eyebrows, you began to think maybe it would've been better to just cuddle with your teddy bear tonight.

“I-it’s just when you work so hard like this, you don’t seem happy at all, you know? I just want to see you smile again. I know, I know, work is busy and you have deadlines and all that, but can’t you just come sleep with me… just this once? I miss you holding me every night. I feel so lonely, Jongie,” You pleaded with him in your shakiest voice. Maybe that would convince him, if he just saw how desperate you were to spend some time with him. Fidgeting with your hands, you awaited his response. Too anxious to look up at him, you focused your sight on the floor beneath you.

“Y/n, you know I can’t do that right now. It’ll get better, but I really need some quiet right now. So…” He looked at you with pursed lips, then quickly looked back towards the door. A silent signal that it was your time to leave. You weren’t going to let him get rid of you that quickly though. No, he just had to see it your way.

“Jongie, are you sure?” You questioned him with a higher pitch, using the nickname you know he usually melts for. He just leaned forward in his chair, pushing his glasses further up on his nose, trying to regain his focus. He let out a soft hum, acknowledging you, but deciding not to indulge you.

Soon, you find yourself sneaking behind him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You tried to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shrugged you off quickly with a huff of annoyance.

“Y/n, stop bothering me. I’ve got some really important stuff to catch up with here. Stop being so clingy.” Jongho breathed out, frustration evident in his words.

God, you’re such an idiot. Did you really expect this little plan of yours to work? Jongho is a busy man. You really shouldn’t bother him just because you’re feeling neglected. Sure, the bed is cold at night, but he does so much for you. You wouldn’t have the lifestyle you do without him. If you two hadn’t met that day two years ago, you'd still be a broke college student, struggling to make ends meet. Maybe instead of interrupting him, you should just be thankful for what you have. At the end of the day, at least he’s there.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, “I’m sorry for interrupting Jongho. Won’t happen again.”

And with that, you scurried out of the office and back into your shared bedroom. The shared bedroom that was slowly becoming just yours each and every day.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes shot open.

“God, what time is it?” You murmured to yourself, words slurring together. The bright light from your phone nearly blinded you as you checked the clock. It was 3 am. He’s just finishing now? I wish he would get some proper rest.

“Can I come in?” Jongho’s voice broke into the room. He sounded serious. What if he was getting ready to break up with you? After all, Jongho had always been one to cut out unnecessary distractions from his life. Normally you admired that; his determination and drive was nothing short of excellence. His maturity and guidance was what first attracted you to him. But it broke your heart knowing that you were next on his chopping block.

Truth is, Jongho heard you crying. Really, you’re not subtle when you’re upset. He went to check in on you a few hours ago, actually. But when he saw his t-shirt draped over the teddy bear he’d given you months ago, your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks pressed into said teddy bear, he knew he fucked up. The past few weeks had just been so stressful for him. With a never ending to-do list, Jongho didn’t have much time to think of anything else.

He did think of you though. He always did. The picture of you two on vacation that sat on his desk never went a day without being picked up to be examined. It was one of the first things you two did together as a couple, and god, he wished he could go back. Jongho normally didn’t show much affection in public, instead opting to keep his cold appearance up. But being there with you was too much for him. It’s like you two were connected at the hip on that vacation. Everywhere you went, Jongho had his hand on your hip or around your shoulders. You just make him so happy, and he loses himself around you. Not that that’s a bad thing.

He never wanted to make you upset. But, he lost track of himself. Of course, that wasn’t an excuse, but maybe if you saw it his way then you’d be able to forgive him. After checking in on you earlier, Jongho devised a plan. He quickly got to work in his office, this time solely focusing on you. He first made a call to an assistant of his, apologizing for the late notice of his request, and asked for a bouquet of flowers. He wanted something sweet and dainty- something that reminded him of you. Thirty minutes later, the assistant showed up with a bouquet of Lily of the Valley flowers, beautifully tied together with green and purple ribbon. Next, Jongho wrote a sweet note, apologizing for his treatment of you over the past couple of weeks. It was always hard for Jongho to express himself verbally, so this would be the best course of action for him. Finally, he had taken off of work for a week, allowing time for him to devote himself completely to you. He swore to himself that wasn’t going to let himself upset you anymore, and it was finally time to show you that.

You looked up at Jongho as he poked his head in from behind the door. His eyes softened as they met yours. He began walking towards you with his hands behind his back, hiding his surprise for you. But with the way you jumped up and just about sprinted to him, it seemed like he was the one in for a surprise.

“Look, I know I messed up Jongho. I’m sorry, I really am! Just, please don’t break up with me,” you looked up at him, guilt wracking every part of your body, “I promise it won’t happen again. I even cleaned up around here! I figured I’d get some of the more unimportant things out of here for you.”

Jongho looked around the room. He noticed the lack of knick knacks you always seemed to bring home with you after a day out. The sheets were changed from the pink floral set that you adored to a plain white set. Everything in the room seemed dull. The only semblance of normalcy left in the room was the teddy bear sitting on the bed.

“I-” Jongho started, not quite realizing what an effect he’d had on you. You were never one to change so easily; it was one of the things he loved about you. This only made him feel worse. Not only that, but the way your voice shook as you talked and the obvious tears swelling in your water lines, Jongho had to stop himself from crying.

“Sweetheart, I would never break up with you. You know that, right?” he reassured you, pulling out the bouquet and note he’d prepared. Your eyes lit up upon seeing this, confusion and relief swelling in your features simultaneously.

“Here,” he said, sitting down on the foot of your bed, beckoning you to join him. Just before you could sit next to him though, he patted his leg, signaling you to sit in lap. As you do, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in as close to him as possible. He hands you the bouquet and note, allowing you a moment to look at the gift and read the note. As you read it, tears begin to fall down both of your faces. Sure, you felt like you needed to be touched like this, but you didn’t expect it to be as emotional as it was. As for Jongho, the guilt of hurting you had really begun to sting. Seeing you so broken up over a few absent-minded words had confused him at first. But once he finally had you in his arms again, he realized it had been weeks of neglect leading up to this point. He was hurting not only you, but himself, too. He just didn’t know he was doing it.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I never meant to hurt you like this,” he explained, wiping the tears away from your face and simply letting his own soak into his skin. His hands raked through your hair gently while he admired your face. “Never gonna let it happen again. Can’t believe I let this go for so long.”

“S’okay, Jongie,” you stammered out between soft cries. You tightened your arms around his neck even more, fingers gripping at shirt, as if he was going to leave any second. “I understand you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“Princess, you’ll always be number one on my list. You’re my top priority,” he said, finally regaining his composure and moving you to straddle him. Taking the gifts from your hands, he gently placed them to the side and took your face into his hands. He circled his thumbs on your cheeks, quietly asking you to stop crying.

“I missed this, Jongho. I just love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such a burden sometimes-” but before you could continue, he cut you off.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one that should be sorry,” he looked deep into your eyes, making sure you internalized each word he said, “and I am. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you care, and I want you to know how much I care, too. I love you so, so much, darling. I know I’m not the best with my words, so will you let me make it up to you another way?” Jongho questioned, his fingers tracing the edge of your pajama shorts, occasionally sneaking underneath the fabric. His eyes met yours, looking needier than ever.

With your nod of approval, Jongho lifted your shirt off your body, exposing your bare chest. His hands were quick to touch you, rubbing and pulling lightly at each nipple. You leaned into him further with each touch, and soon, your lips connected in a sweet, tender kiss. Jongho only deepened the kiss as he let his hands run freely over your body, as if he were rediscovering a terrain that he had begun to forget. His hands snuck inside your shorts, past the band of your underwear, and began to rub soft circles into your clit. Occasionally, his fingers would briefly slip into your hole, gathering some of your slick to use as a lubricant, still circling your clit at a steady pace.

Jongho pressed his forehead against yours in order to catch your attention, “How do you want me, baby?”

“Doesn’t matter, just want you, Jongie,” you babbled, so desperate for him to go faster with his ministrations. Your hips bucked onto his fingers each time they left your clit, hoping he’d slip a finger fully in.

“Mm-mm,” he hummed, “It’s all about you tonight. Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he insisted. Awaiting a response, he pulled his hand from your shorts, eliciting a whine from you. He hooked his arms under your legs, picking you up and laying you down on the bed. Gently, he pulled your shorts and underwear off together in one go. You could almost see the sparkle in his eyes as they traversed your body. He leaned down leaving just inches between your faces, “You gonna answer me, baby?”

“I think I want your tongue-” you began, but before you could finish, Jongho had pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down, coming face to face with your cunt. He lifted your bottom half up, placing one forearm under you and the other on top, letting your legs rest on top of his shoulders. He let one thumb come to your clit, picking up from where he left off earlier. It didn’t take him long to dive into your pussy. Lapping at it like a starved man, he’d drag his tongue up and down your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into you. With each drag of his tongue, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, but everytime Jongho heard an influx of moaning and felt your hips buck up, he’d slow down slightly, not wanting you to cum just yet.

“So pretty, princess,” He said, coming up for air. His mouth and chin glistened as he smiled up at you with nothing but affection. It was as if he were touching you for the first time all over again. He was trying to take things slow, wanting to solely focus on making you feel good, but he couldn’t help but rut himself into the mattress when he heard those sweet moans of yours. He removed his hand from your clit, bringing it down to your hole instead. He toyed at your entrance, not quite deciding if he should go in or not.

“Please Jongie, want your fingers, too.”

And his mind was made up. He plunged two fingers in, focusing his mouth on your clit now. Your pussy basically sucked his fingers in, a sloshing noise coming from it. Jongho watched your face contort in pleasure. Your eyebrows strung together and your cheeks stained with a light blush. What a sight to see. It only made him want to work you harder. Shoving his fingers in up to the knuckle this time, he pistoned in and out of you, occasionally twisting them upwards to press his fingertips into your most sensitive spots. He just couldn’t get enough of how amazing your pussy felt; so soft, warm, and wet. So perfect for him.

“Gonna cum, Jong…So close” you whined out, pleasure filling every inch of your body. It was like he was sent into overdrive, his soft licking at your clit turned into harsh sucking at it, lips surrounding the bud completely. His fingers fucked into you at a pace you’d yet to feel in your life. It was desperate on both ends, each of you melting completely into one another’s touch.

Jongho had almost missed it, too focused on getting you there to notice your quickly approaching orgasm. He lifted his head up to watch you cum, as it had always been one of his favorite sights. The way your head slammed back into the mattress and your back arched up, sending your tits into the air for him to admire made him swear up and down that you were an angel sent for him. Giving you time to come down, he listened to the warbled sounds coming from you and collected the slick that was slowly leaking out of you onto his fingers and pushed it back into you.

“Jesus Christ, I missed that,” Jongho said with a groan, standing up to hold you in his arms. He lifted your back up so you were now sitting on the edge of the bed with him still slotted in between your legs. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his hand coming down to trace your jawline. He brought your face up to his and stole a couple kisses from you. You nudged your face into his hand, hoping somehow it could stay there forever. Something about his touch was always so grounding.

“Still okay to keep going, sweetheart?” He looked down at you, hoping to get the greenlight from you.

You don't answer verbally, instead choosing to undo the buckle of his belt, using it to bring him in closer to you. As you unzip his pants and pull them down, his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face. Your tongue poked out of your mouth, getting ready to devour him until you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes then. Lay back, baby. Gonna take such good care of you tonight.” He gently pushed you back, noticing a look of concern on your face.

“What? What’s wrong?” He said, slightly panicked.

“Don’t you want me to… you know,” You said, making a blowjob motion towards him.

God, you’re so cute.

“Darling, I’m making it up to you, aren’t I? You don’t have to do anything tonight, just let me make you feel good.” A smirk adorned his face, enamored with how sweet you are. His hands traced up and down your sides, a gentle, but steadying motion.

You reached your arms up, looping them around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste, quick and simple, but so passionate. It was as if you were kissing him for the first time again. You let his tongue explore your mouth, enjoying the low groan he let out as he did so. Barely breaking away, you looked into his eyes, deep and glistening, and asked, “Can I have you inside me now? Want’ to feel you inside.”

That was all he needed to hear before he lined himself up with your entrance, pumping his cock a few times before he did so. He teasingly dragged the tip up and down your folds before sinking into you. It was slow, but languid. He wanted you to feel every part of him, every vein and curve on him, just to remind you that you’d never have to go without again. His voice was low and throaty as he bottomed out, letting soft moans fall from his lips.

“Baby girl, you feel so good,” he stops, waiting for you to adjust to the size. Once ready, he pulls his hips back achingly slowly, almost pulling out all the way, just to force himself back in. Your fingers curled into his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to be deeper in you.

“Love feeling you inside like this, Jongie,” you whine, “please keep going.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he assured you, “never gonna leave you alone again.”

He took your face into his hands, planting kisses all over your face. His hips pick up their pace, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. While his pace was still slow, it was steady and deep. Jongho wasn’t fucking you to get himself off, he was fucking you to get you off. And god it felt so good. As his hips continued to snap into yours, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, you could feel yourself coming close to your climax. And you knew Jongho was almost there, too, based on the wince he let out each time he thrusted into you.

“I’m so close, Jongie, are you?” You asked, the heat burning in your core only getting warmer. He nodded, unable to speak through his own groaning. He planted one hand by your head to steady himself while the other took yours into his, lacing your fingers together. Even though his orgasm was slowly approaching, he wanted you to cum first. He forgot how much he loved the way it felt when you came on him.

Staring down at you, Jongho quickened his thrusts, making sure to hit that spot deep inside you that he knew felt so good. Over and over again, harder and harder. It sent a rush of electricity through your body, limbs shaking and back arching as your orgasm washed over you. He loved how your cunt clenched down on him, a warm rush of arousal pooling around the base of his cock.

“That was so good, princess. Such a sweet girl,” Jongho barely let out, “Think I’m gonna come now, too.”

“Want it inside me, Jongho.”

That was enough to send him over the edge. His hips rutted into yours desperately. Spilling his seed into you, he stopped thrusting and just sat there for a moment, basking in the warmth around him. His forehead pressed against yours, noses nudging together and eyes staring into each other with great affection.

“You forgive me yet?” He pulled out, eliciting a whine from you.

“I forgave you when I saw the flowers,” you chuckled, sitting up on your elbows. Jongho flopped down next to you. His chest rose and fell shallowly, trying to regain some of his breath.

“I figured,” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with joy, “but it was still nice, right?”

“Of course it was. I love it every time, you know that. And I missed it so much, you don’t even know.”

“Baby, I don’t even think I knew how much I needed it,” he pulled you into him, his hand massaging into the skin of your hip, “I know I said this, but I’m never gonna leave you like that again, got it?” You returned a simple nod, too tired to answer verbally.

“Ready to get cleaned up?” You answered again with a nod, sleep already seeping into your bones. Jongho left the room, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up and fill up the tub. Not long after, he came back for you, pulling you up into his arms to carry you to the bathroom. Checking the water temperature and deciding it was alright, he placed you into the tub. It was silent between you two, but that’s what you liked about aftercare with him. You didn’t need words to bring you back to your normal mindset, his touch was always enough.

His hands massaged your shoulders, knocking every knot and tight spot out of your body. They moved down your body, working until he could confidently say you wouldn’t feel sore in the morning. He then went on to take a washcloth to your body, scrubbing the sweat and other body fluids off of you, paying extra attention to the insides of your thighs. During all of this, he gently hummed one of your favorite songs. It was a ritual for him to care for you like this. It made him feel good, like he protected you like no one else could. Sure, he was always working, but when he was working to please you, it made him feel so much more important.

Once finished cleaning you off, he drained the tub. Turning his attention back to you, he planted a kiss to your forehead and helped you out of the tub. You purred as he wrapped a warm towel around you, pulling you in for a hug. The two of you stayed there for a moment, just swaying in each other’s arms.

He didn’t want to say anything to ruin the quiet atmosphere in the bathroom, so instead he hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at his. He placed a tender kiss to your lips, knowing that you’d understand just how much he cared for you in that moment.

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When I Was Your Man

jj maybank x ex!reader ——> rafe cameron x reader

wc: 3.3k

lyrics in italics and in bold

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now

Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same

When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

JJ was still getting used to waking up without out you. The other side of his bed lay empty. He would wake up without your body heat and you snuggled next to him. Each morning he woke up he felt cold and entirely alone.

Today was no different, he stretched his arm out to the other side of the bed hoping to find a body. Instead he was met with cold sheets. The bed felt too large to be in, swallowing him whole.

JJ got up as he was going to hang out with the pogues today. After A few minutes he walked out of his room and met John B outside. The twinkie was waiting for the two of them.

John B and JJ hopped in the twinkie and started on the road to pick up Pope.

As John B was driving JJ's heart sunk as a familiar tune made its way on the radio. It was "Say You Won't Let Go." Your song.

John B made a motion to turn it up.

"You like this song right JJ?" John B inquired.

"No shut it off please." JJ pleaded.

John B was fiddling with the volume button that it wasn't turning off fast enough. JJ reached his hand over and slammed it off.

***flash back***

The radio hummed as the five of you ate at the wreck. Then one of your favorite songs came on through the radio.

"Dance with me JJ," you spoke standing up.

JJ got up as well and made his way over to you.

You took JJ's hands in yours and swung into him and then out. JJ slipped his hand around your waist and kept his other hand in yours.

The soft melody of "Say You Won't Let Go" rang in your ears. JJ spun you around and you smiled brightly at him.

JJ's heart skipped a beat when you looked at him like that. Your eyes sparkling and showing him love. Your bright smile that told him your happy with him.

Then you turned towards JJ and sang, "I wanna live with you even when we're ghosts. 'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most."

The words you sang rang true as you sang them. The way JJ herd the way you meant what you were singing.

JJ continued to the next verse and mouthed, "I'm gonna love you till my lungs give out."

The two of you swayed as you danced. You were wrapped up in one another and slow dancing.

"This is our song now," You grinned.

"Of course baby it's ours," JJ responded.

You gave JJ a hug as your dancing came to an end. He secured his arms around you and squeezed tightly. He than proceeded to kiss your forehead.

***flashback ends***

JJ and the pogues were all back at the château outside enjoying each others company.

"What should we do today?" John B asked.

"I don't know we could go to the beach," Pope suggested.

"Y/N always loved the beach." Kiara reminded everyone.

At the mention of your name JJ froze. He felt his heart stutter. JJ hearing your name crushed him.

"Yeah she always loved looking at the waves," Sarah stated.

"I wish she was here with us," John B commented.

"Can we actually not talk about Y/N right now," JJ spoke.

"Right sorry JJ," John B apologized.

Everyone did end up going to the beach. JJ however looked glum. All his friends noticed his strange behavior but no one commented on it.

Truth be told JJ was thinking about you. He couldn't seem to get you off his mind. He was reminiscing about the times you had together. He missed you a lot and he had no idea what to do about it.

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It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize

That I should have bought you flowers

And held your hand

Should have gave you all my hours

When I had the chance

Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

***flash back***

JJ wasn't stupid. He knew that having a catch as good as you was lucky. He also knew that in order to keep you he had to treat you right. He also had to do special things for you.

JJ was young and he didn't have that much money. Coming from the cut, he felt he wasn't worthy of your love. He was poor and came from nothing, therefore would not amount to anything. He sometimes felt like he didn't deserve you.

You were at the grocery store and when you first walked in there was a bunch of bouquets of flowers in buckets. "Oooh look how pretty!" you exclaimed.

You picked up a bunch of sunflowers and held them to your nose. You inhaled and JJ watched as you did so. He couldn't afford anything more than food. So as embarrassed as he was he took your hand and ushered you away from the roses and to the food aisles. "Come on let's go."

JJ dropped your hand once you reached the food aisle and didn't hold it again. You went to grab his hand when you were leaving the store but he put his hand in his pocket instead, silently dismissing you.

When you got back from the store you decided to hang out at the château. You and JJ were on the couch relaxing when you thought of some things to do together.

"Hey J, do you want to go have a picnic?"

"No not really," he replied.

"Ok do you want to go surfing?"

"No I got some stuff to work on actually, I'm gonna head out," JJ got up to stand and walked out without even kissing you goodbye.

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A week later there was a party at the boneyard. You were really excited to go because you loved parties. You loved the atmosphere and the energy. You liked to mingle and talk and most of all dance drunkenly.

You were in the hammock at the château wondering what you were gonna wear to the party today when JJ approached you. You were happy to see your boyfriend and excited to spend time with him at the party.

"Hey baby, I have some bad news," JJ announced.

"What is it?"

"I can't take you to the party today."

"Why not?" You questioned.

"I have to help John B with something, it's really important and I'm really sorry." JJ expressed.

"Ok well can't I just go without you," you figured.

"What? Are you crazy?! No you can't. I won't be there to protect you from all the guys that hit on you. No way. Not happening." JJ seethed.

"It's not like I will accept their advances. I won't engage with them. I just want to dance," you replied.

"But what happens when guys come up behind you and take hold of your hips and have you grind on them," JJ raised a brow.

"Like that will ever happen," you countered.

"You never know."

"So there's no way in hell your letting me go to this party?" you asked again.

"Nope." JJ put his foot down, crossing his arms.

"Please go away so I don't tell you off."

JJ walked away without another word and you laid in the hammock wondering what you did to have not earned his trust.

You ended up not going to the party per JJ's wishes and you were sad about it. You ended up stuck in your room watching romantic comedies.

***flashback ends***

Now my baby's dancing

But she's dancing with another man

JJ was at the bonfire. He was dragged here by John B. He wasn't really in a party mood but he decided to get something to drink. JJ got a beer from the cooler and leaned against the wall assessing the party.

What he didn't except was to see was you dancing with Rafe. You were holding hands with Rafe and twirling from side to side. You were in your own little world. Rafe was swinging you in and out from his chest and dancing to the music.

JJ was about to spit fire. He was seething. Out of all the people you could be with you chose Rafe. JJ was no angel but he wasn't anything like Rafe. Rafe was evil, pond scum, terrible and JJ was protective, calm, laidback, and nice.

JJ watched you dance with Rafe with a scowl on his face. He wasn't happy. That should be him. He should be the one that has you in his arms. He should be the one making you laugh. He should be the one you choose. He should be the one you dance with.

Rafe didn't deserve you. No one was worthy enough for you except him. He hated seeing you dance with someone else. He thought back to when you wanted to go to a party and he said he wouldn't take you. He felt bad and guilty about it because you most likely wanted to dance with him.

JJ had half a mind to go over there and fight Rafe. He chose to stand there watching and biting his tongue. Then something happened that JJ didn't expect. Rafe grabbed your face and lowered his head to place his lips on yours.

JJ was fuming. How dare he kiss you in front of him. JJ wasn't thinking clearly maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his veins but he made his way over to where you and Rafe were.

JJ stepped up to the pair of you and tapped Rafe on the shoulder.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem? You wanna know what my problem is oh I'll tell you my problem," JJ pointed an accusatory finger at Rafe.

Then JJ looked on your direction and saw your apprehensive face.

"JJ don't do this," you begged.

"I think you can cool it with the PDA," JJ grumbled.

""Or what?" Rafe stuck is tongue against his cheek.

"Or else i'll fight you." JJ crossed his arms and getting up in Rafe's face.

"Oh I'd love to see you try," Rafe responded.

"No we don't we don't need to see it," You gathered Rafe and tried to pull him in a different direction.

"Count your blessings JJ," Rafe spit out before walking off with you, arm thrown around your waist.

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways

Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life

Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh

And that haunts me every time I close my eyes

***flashback***

The château was empty besides you and JJ. The other pogues were at the beach, leaving you two alone. The sun was setting dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in pink and orange.

The air was crisp and chilly. The breeze from the screen door drifted into the room making you shiver. It was almost the evening time and you were sat on the couch.

JJ was in the lounge chair next to you, smoking a blunt. There was something bothering you and JJ was oblivious to it. You sat there with an annoyed look on your face waiting for JJ to notice.

It wasn't until JJ was done with his blunt that he looked on your direction. He had been busy thinking about work. He hadn't noticed your irritation until now.

"What's the matter?" JJ asked.

You let out a big sigh. You were tired, so tired of putting up with JJ. You believed he wasn't treating you right. It was always all about him. What he wanted to do, where he wanted to go. He was always boasting about himself.

"Nothing JJ, I'm just tired," you responded.

"Well something must be bothering you if you keep looking at me like that," JJ reasoned.

"Alright fine, I'm annoyed at you for being so selfish all the time," you frowned.

"What do you mean?" JJ questioned.

"I mean it's like you don't even care about me anymore. Sometimes you hurt me and you don't even show remorse. You don't care how your behavior impacts me," you huffed.

"So you want to change who I am?" JJ was shocked. He didn't know where this was coming from. He thought everything was fine between you two. He didn't know this had been brewing for a while.

"No, I'm just saying I don't appreciate how you've been acting." You replied.

"Right because I've been so bad," JJ scoffed.

"I'm not trying to criticize you I'm trying to better our relationship by helping you realize the problem," you explained.

"Sounds like you are," JJ countered.

"Well i'm not."

"Whatever Y/N," JJ stated.

"JJ stop being a jerk and listen to me," you begged.

"What?" JJ looked at you like he was annoyed.

"I can't keep putting up with you," you said exasperated.

You got up, and walked outside fed up with JJ's attitude. JJ quickly followed you outside. He was determined to prove to you he was a good boyfriend.

"Y/N! Y/N! wait," JJ called out.

You spun around with a angry look on your face, "JJ I'm done I've had it I don't want to be with you anymore," you were done with his behavior lately and you needed your space.

"Y/N, please I can change, I'll do better," JJ pleaded.

"Those are just empty promises," you spat.

"No they aren't," JJ argued.

"JJ I give up. You know things haven't been good between us for a while. I think it's time to call it quits," you sadly said.

"But I still love you," JJ cried.

"I love you too, but I don't think that's enough anymore," you sighed.

"Goodbye JJ," you spoke softly.

As you turned around and started to walk off, a tear rolled down JJ's cheek. He knew it was over, you ended things and it was entirely his fault.

*****flashback ends*****

JJ was reflecting on your relationship. Ever since he lost you he been beating himself up. Every time he closes his eyes he sees your retreating figure leaving him.

JJ knew he made mistakes, he knew he was in the wrong and made a mess of things. He wanted to win you back desperately. But he also knew you were with Rafe now. You have moved on.

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize

That I should have bought you flowers

And held your hand

Should have gave you all my hours

When I had the chance

Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

JJ thought about your relationship from the beginning to the end. It was truly magical. The beginning was glamorous and fun. The newness of it brought a sense of excitement.

Falling in love with you was one of the easiest things JJ could have done. You were perfect for him. Your relationship was filled with adventure and love along with joy.

When JJ first saw you he was immediately hooked on you. There was something about you that made him feel something in his chest. When you two started talking he was over the moon. Eventually since there was sparks between you two you started dating.

Dating you was like sunshine at the beach. Warm and inviting, along with happiness. It was all sunshine and rainbows for the most part. Towards the end is when everything went downhill. But JJ tried his best to be a good boyfriend for most of the relationship.

You were his drug. Without you he was nothing. You made his days better and brighter.

He got caught up in the highlights of the relationship that he didn’t realize he was sabotaging it.

JJ wished he bought you flowers. He wished he was more caring and didn’t act like a dumbass near the end of the relationship. He wished he gave you more attention instead of throwing himself into work.

Now my baby's dancing

But she's dancing with another man

Although it hurts

I'll be the first to say that I was wrong

Oh, I know I'm probably much too late

To try and apologize for my mistakes

But I just want you to know

JJ wanted to apologize for his actions. He felt bad for what happened and felt like he could of fought for you more.

How can he apologize when you are with Rafe. JJ doubts Rafe would let him even get close to you, which made JJ feel even worse.

JJ was replaying your break up in his head over and over. He wasn't over you and it had been months. He kept thinking there was something he could of said or did that would have prevented the break up.

At work at the country club, girls would come up to him and flirt with him. They would ask him out and of course he would turn them down. There was only one girl he wanted to go out with but he blew it.

JJ was depressed. He went to work and back to the château and slept most of the time he wasn't working. John B would try and get him to go out with him and hang out, to get out of the house but JJ turned him down every time.

JJ was also hurting. Even though it was his fault that everything went wrong he still loved you. He was lost without you. Other than sleeping and work he also started drinking and smoking a lot more. He was a hot mess.

I hope he buys you flowers

I hope he holds your hand

Give you all his hours

When he has the chance

Take you to every party

'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man

Rafe was in his kitchen when he saw that the mail came. You were still peacefully sleeping and Rafe didn't want to wake you. He took the stack of envelopes and looked through the mail.

It was mainly just bills but then he saw a letter addressed to him. He decided to open it, and what was inside he was not expecting.

Rafe,

I know you don't like me and that is valid but I feel that it's important for me to tell you these things. I also feel like you might throw this away so I encourage you to read this. Do it for Y/N if not for me. I know you care about her so I trust you will do the right thing.

Y/N is breathtaking. In every way. Treat her with love and kindness as well as respect everyday. I know I should have treated her better and it's something I will regret for the rest of my life.

I expect you to keep her happy. I don't want you to take what i'm saying lightly. Y/N deserves the world and more and if you can't give her that than move on. I assume you think you can give her the world so I have some very important tips.

She likes bubble baths with coconut scented products. She likes extra hot chamomile tea at night time. She likes to have bonfires at the beach after watching the sunset. She likes to slow dance in the kitchen. She likes getting her nails done.

You should get her flowers every once and a while because she lights up when she sees them. When she's mad she will shut you out but let her come to you. When she's sad be her shoulder to cry on. And ice cream also helps a lot. Her favorite is cookies n cream.

When you feel like she could use a break because she's a hard worker treat her to a spa day or something. She doesn't loose her temper often but when she does listen to her. She will most likely apologize first in arguments, but don't always let her do that.

She's scared of thunder so make sure to be attentive and extra kind when it's storming. Sometimes all she needs is reassurance so be there for her and reassure her as much as you can. Her love language is physical touch so be there for her in ways that support her needs.

Hold her hand in public, it makes her feel safe. When you are at a party she loves to dance so make sure you dance with her. When you feel like you're becoming possessive trust her she would never do anything to be disloyal.

Love her with your whole heart because she deserves it. Treat her like she's the only girl in the world. Treat her like a princess. I know I could have done a lot better as a boyfriend so she deserves better than me. And I hope to god for your sake that's you.

-JJ

Rafe was shocked. He decided not to tell you about the letter because he didn't want to bring up old wounds. So, he tucked the letter away and went to go cuddle into you.

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ihrtchrissturniolo · 4 months

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TEAM PINK

Matt x fem oc

she/her pronouns

summary: in which matt's girlfriend goes to tour with the them, and she has her own team.

(i forgot ib, if this sounds familiar to another story PLEASE put their @ in the comments<3)

y/n is used <3

matt is blue

chris is orange

nick is purple

y/n is pink

"are you ready baby?" matt asks as you finish up brushing your hair:

"mhm, you ready to lose?" you ask, and giggle slightly and look up at him.

"i'm not" he replies before giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"oh yeah?" you say before nick comes in.

"heyy, can you both stop doing whatever you two are doing now? We gotta go, like now." Nick says, breaking the silence.

"we're coming nick" matt says, rolling his eyes at his brother.

You, Madi, Nick, Matt, Chris and Laura all head out of the tour bus, you all immediately hear some fans call out nick matt and chris name, they quickly give them a wave as you run closer to matt and wrap your arm around his as you all head inside.

TIME SKIP

you were a bit scared to be honest, the triplets told the fans you were going to tag along, you seen videos of the excitement that you were going to be there, but you just wasn't sure if they would actually like you.

but you had to get over the fear, you were all about to go on stage, you heard all the fans singing bruno mars, "baby i'm scared" you say as you look at matt

"love you have nothing to worry about, i promise, if you need to you can go off stage after a bit if you need to." he comforts, wrapping one of his arms around you, you give him a slight nod in response.

"okay, ready? set go." nick says as he walks on stage, you all following behind him, we immediately hear screaming and you giggle slightly.

"hi guys!" nick says and matt and chris also say hi as well.

"the first game, you all have did for us, and it's called popular vote, it's based off of the team colors you were wearing." nick explains, hearing cheers from the crowd once again.

"i think it might be y/n, im seeing a lot of pink in the crowd right now" chris says and shrugs slightly before letting out a slight chuckle.

"really? i see a lot of blue" you giggle and the crowd screams, again.

"oh yea yea, your just saying that" nick says, obviously joking.

"no no!" you reply and tilt your head.

"okay, so the winner is.." nick waits for the screen to change.

"pink team!" they all 3 say in union and look at me, matt quickly gives me a hug and gives me a quick kiss on the forehead in private before turning back around as the crowd cheers for you, and some people hold up there signs.

Maybe, you coming on tour with them isn't such a bad idea

author speaks

i finished my first fic!

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo edit #sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #mattsturnioloswhore

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brennenscolby · 1 year

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The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

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nylasredactedshitposts · 4 months

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Redacted characters as songs

A/n: this would have been angsty if it wasn’t 7:02 in the morning where I live and I haven’t slept. I only done this with a few characters cause my brain is fried currently, I have like 10 drafts I need to finish and post.

David shaw:

Joshua - Dolly Parton

‘It growled at me and I swallowed hard, when he spoke his voice was low and deep but he just didn’t frighten me, ‘cause somehow I just knew he wasn’t mean’

Asher Talbot:

Harness your hopes - Pavement

‘Harness your hopes on just one person, You know, because a harness was only made for one. Cauterized in syrup and syrup's not molasses and I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us to anything that moves’

Milo Greer:

That’s what I like - Bruno Mars

Jump in the Cadillac, Girl let's put some miles on it, Anything you want just to put a smile on it, you deserve it baby, you deserve it all and I'm gonna give it to you. Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white. Lucky for you, that's what I like’

Vincent Solaire:

Bring me to life - Evanescence

‘Wake me up inside, save me, Call my name and save me from the dark, wake me up, Bid my blood to run, I can't wake up, Before I come undone, save me, Save me from the nothing I've become. Bring me to life, I've been living a lie There's nothing inside’

Sam Collins:

Before he cheats - Carrie Underwood

‘I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all four tires, Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats’

Gavin:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

‘I broke apart my insides, I've got no soul to sell, Help me, the only thing that works for me, Help me get away from myself. I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You can have my isolation, You can have the hate that it brings, You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything’

Damien:

Do I wanna know? - Artic Monkeys

‘Do I wanna know?, If this feelin' flows both ways? Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day’

Huxley:

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

‘I think of her so much, it drives me crazy. I just don't want her to leave me. Don't you give me up, please don't give up Honey, I belong with you and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you, babe (you) Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you’

Lasko:

For the First Time - Mac Demarco

‘While she's been away, Living day-to-day has been tough. Without her at my side, Simply being alive has been rough and though she won't be gone forever, There are many times I find it feels that way and I'm not trying to forget her just understand how I'll be feeling on that day. It's just like seeing her for the first time again’

Kody:

Pumped up kicks - foster the people

‘Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah he found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run faster than my bullet’

#redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted kody #redacted damn crew #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted audio

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everythingisconstant · 27 days

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your month = your song <Ghost ver.>

songs describing your relationship with Simon "Ghost" Riley based on your month of birth! (+ some extra lyrics)

Price's version

already working on rest tf141 's versions & obviously Konig's, but if you'd like to see someone specific just let me know in the comments section!!!

Songs he would play on a night car ride, thinking about you... Maybe even literally screaming these lyrics, music plays so loud that even Simon can't hear himself

January:

"Love is a losing game" by Amy Winehouse

"Love is a losing game, one I wished I never played

Oh, what a mess we made

And now, the final frame, love is a losing game"

February:

"How you remind me" by Nickelback

"I said, "I love you, " and I swear, I still do

And it must have been so bad

'Cause living with me must have damn near killed you"

March:

"Drag me down" by One Direction

"If I didn't have you, there would be nothing left

The shell of a man that could never be his best"

April:

"I was made for lovin' you" by KISS

"In the darkness, there's so much I want to do

And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet

'Cause girl, I was made for you, and girl, you were made for me"

May:

"Love the way you lie" by Eminem & Rihanna

"I apologize, even though I know it's lies

I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar

If she ever tries to fucking leave again, I'm a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire"

June:

"Jolene" by Dolly Parton

"He talks about you in his sleep

And there's nothing I can do to keep

From crying when he calls your name, Jolene"

July:

"Someone you loved" by Lewis Capaldi

"I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to

This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

(...)

It's easy to say but it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape"

August:

"Heartless" by Kanye West

"You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me

They say that they don't see what you see in me

You wait a couple months then you gon' see, you'll never find nobody better than me"

September:

"Him & I" by G-Easy & Halsey

"He's out his head, I'm out my mind

We got that love, the crazy kind

I am his, and he is mine

In the end, it's him and I"

October:

"Animals" by Maroon 5

"You can start over, you can run free

You can find other fish in the sea

You can pretend it's meant to be, but you can't stay away from me"

November:

"I love it loud" by KISS

"Stand up, you don't have to be afraid

Get down, love is like a hurricane

Street boy, though I never could be tamed"

December:

"Granade" by Bruno Mars

"I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for ya, baby

But you won't do the same"

#cod men #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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tomssexdoll · 7 hours

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When I was your man

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N broke up, after 2 years of dating she finally had enough of his shitty behaviour. Tom starts to see her everywhere and deeply regrets his actions, crying for you every night. One night he sees you at a bar, dancing with another man and he approaches you. A/N: inspired by when I was your man by bruno mars WARNINGS: dom! tom, sub!reader, eating out, alcohol mentions, fingering

Me and Y/N broke up a month ago, she couldn't deal with my shitty behaviour she said, complaining about how I treat her. When I refused to apologise she took her things and left, texting me later that we were over.

As soon as I saw her say that I burst into tears, realizing my shitty actions towards her.

I went to bed that night but it didn't feel right. It was the same bed but it felt just a little bit bigger, more empty without her, cold and lonely.

I hear our song on the radio but it doesn't sound the same. The song we had our first kiss to, lost our virginities to, countless of memories wasted all because of me.

When my friends talk about her all it does is just tear me down, cause my heart breaks a little when I hear her name.

I've been super depressed after the breakup, not being able to sleep properly and not eating. All I wanted was her, to hold her, caress her soft skin, kiss and appreciate her. But she was gone, and I didn't know how long it'd be until I could have her in my arms again.

My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways, caused a good strong woman like her to walk out of my life, and it haunts me everytime I close my eyes.

I couldn't just set my selfishness down for a second, I was a fucking idiot, treating the kindest and most beautiful girl like shit, disregarding her feelings, gaslighting her and neglecting her. I looked at twitter, seeing headlines of her with another guy.

I sobbed and sobbed, crying my eyes out, seeing her already moved on. I knew I deserved it but I wanted her back so badly, she was my everything, my baby, my world. I wish I could turn back time and just start all over again, make her feel like the only girl in the world, make her feel special and loved.

One day I decided to go to a bar and drink my sorrows away, running out of all the alcohol in my house that I drowned myself in. I sat down, ordering a couple shots of whiskey, downing them within seconds.

I turned around to see everyone dancing, sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, making me remember the special moments we shared in this bar, tears welled up in my eyes again.

Then suddenly I saw her, Y/N was there, she was so beautiful, so stunning. Her features glowing from the flashing lights, curves showing off in her sexy dress. My baby was dancing like she loved to do, but she was dancing with another man, he smiled at her, holding her close and kissing her gently.

My eyes widened and I stared there in shock, it felt like the world stopped, like everything went silent. She swayed her hips, grinding into him. She looked like she was having so much fun.

I stepped closer, the lights now hitting me. She turned and looked at me, her eyes widening and her movements haltering. We just stared at each other for a while, she eventually rolled her eyes and excused herself, walking off. I ran after her, calling out for her.

Eventually I grabbed onto her arm, looking down at her "baby..please" I choked out a sob, she pushed me off "get off me Tom, I told you we're over.." she mumbled, not being able to look me in the eyes.

I noticed how she quickly wiped a tear from her cheek, I grabbed her chin and lifted it to look at me, "I know im probably much too late, to try and apologise for my mistakes" I sighed "but i just want you to know, I hope he buys you flowers and holds your hand, gives you all his hours, take you to every party cause i remember how much you loved to dance, do all the things i've should've done..when i was your man.."

Tears welled up in her eyes, she hugged me tightly and sobbed into my chest, "oh tom..I missed you so much" I smiled and stroked her hair. "Let's go outside baby..talk about things better, hm?" I mumbled against her hair, she nodded and took my hand, leading my outside and leaving the guy she was with.

We walked to my car and got in, blasting the heating. "He's not with me or anything..i've been hooking up with him for like 2 weeks and I figured paparazzi might have been there to take photos and make you jealous.." she crossed her arms, frowning.

"I deserve it though, I treated you badly baby, you didn't deserve to go through what you did" I held her hand, rubbing my thumb over the skin softly, "maybe you can give me another chance? I swear I'll change baby, it won't be like the other times, I need to prove to you that I can change, I can be a better man for you" I started to cry again, she winced and got onto my lap, wiping my tears away and kissing me softly.

"I'm an idiot for forgiving you again..but fuck you seem so sincere.." she sighed, smiling softly. "I'll do anything for you baby, name it and i'll do it, I just can't lose you" I said, my voice shaky, rough with emotion.

"I haven't been able to function without you, you complete my world" I caressed her cheek. "Let's go home, I'm tired of living out of a shitty hotel" she giggled, climbing into the passanger seat again.

As we got home she rushed in, running onto our shared bed, "fuck..how I missed this bed" she rolled around in it, I smiled and walked in, laying next to her.

"Tom..?" she turned to me, "yes schatz?" I pulled her closer, looking down at her. "Why did you treat me so badly?" her question hit hard, I didn't really know myself. "Uh..I don't know..I was just stupid and I didn't appreciate the wonderful woman I had in front of me, I was a little intimidated, you were way too good for me and I just thought sabotaging everything would make it better, which now I see was fucking stupid" I groaned, rubbing my temples in frustration.

"I'm just glad you eventually saw how it affected me, I missed you a lot I will admit but I was also hurt and I still am" I nodded, "I know baby..and I'm so sorry, I wish I could take back all the pain" I said, reaching out and grabbing her hips, rubbing them softly.

"You know I'd do anything for you, I would take a bullet straight through my brain just to prove my love to you." She chuckled "baby..chill out" I smirked "sorry..I just want you to know how much I love and appreciate you"

She climbed on top of me, tracing my features with her delicate fingers. "There will be no sunlight if I lose you baby, just like the clouds my eyes will do the same, if you walk away everyday it'll rain" I kissed her softly, she smiled "Tom that's beautiful.." she whispered and kissed me back.

I flipped us over, me hovering over her. "Let me give you the love you deserve, make you feel beautiful.." she nodded and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing black lacey bra.

My head dove into her chest, kissing and sucking softly.

She moaned softly, delicate sounds coming out of her beautiful lips. I reached down and removed her skirt. Her beautiful figure underneath me.

My fingers traced her curves softly, appreciating her beauty. "So, so beautiful..my angel" I whispered, kissing down her stomach and planting a soft kiss on her panties, her hips bucking up slightly.

"Tom..don't tease" she whined, I chuckled and slid her panties off, bending her legs and prying her thighs apart, licking a stripe on her folds, collecting her juices.

I slowly lapped my tongue onto her her clit, sucking softly, "mm!" she moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets tightly. I smirked, happy to see her so pleasured.

I sneaked my hand up, entering 2 digits into her wetness, stretching her out. "Oh fuck!" she groaned as my fingers curled at her g spot, "is it good baby?" I teased, she nodded and screwed her eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure.

My fingers found their rhythm inside her, thrusting in and out. I could feel her release slowly approaching, her breath coming in short gasps. I increased the pressure on her clit, sucking harder as I felt her about to climax.

I could tell I was driving her wild, her head lolled back and her eyes were tightly shut, legs slightly trembling. "Cum for me baby.." I moaned on her clit, slobbering all over it.

I felt her pussy clench against my fingers as she came hard, a loud high pitched moan leaving her mouth. "So good.." I chuckled, licking up all her juices and climbing up to hover over her again.

I grabbed my clothed erection, "do you want it baby?" she nodded quickly, grabbing at my pants and shoving them off. I grinned at her urgency, pulling my cock out of my boxers and pumping it a few times.

"Can't wait to be inside you again.." I groaned, pressing my tip at her entrance, slowly pushing in. It had been a while since we last fucked, her "hookups" obviously not as big as me.

She cried out, holding onto me tightly, "fuck!", I dragged my hand down to her clit, rubbing slow circles to let her relax. I felt her pussy unclench on my cock, finally being able to thrust in better.

I slowly thrusted, gradually picking up my pace so I didn't hurt her.

Eventually my cock was pounding into her, my grip tight on her hips, holding her into place. "Fuck..so tight" I groaned, my head rolling back.

"Mmm! Fuck!" she moaned, feeling my tip hit her g spot, I leaned down and started to suck her nipples softly, earning a loud groan from her. My tongue swirled against her sensitive buds, making her throw her head back.

"Cum for me pretty girl.." I grunted, picking up my pace again and slamming into her, the tension building in my stomach as I felt my release approach, nails digging into her hips.

"Mmh! Oh shit!" she cried out, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close, her pussy clenching around my cock, increasing the amount of pleasure I was recieving.

I felt her body shudder under me, her orgasm washing over her and her juices painting my cock, I groaned and came inside her, shooting my load deep into her and making sure to keep thrusting so it could stay in.

I sighed and collapsed on top of her, cock still buried deep inside her hole. "I missed you so much baby..I swear i'll never ever hurt you again, I was so stupid to treat you that way" I winced "please forgive me and take me back.." she frowned at my pain, kissing me softly.

"I know you're sorry baby, it'll take a while for me to trust you again but we can try one more time, don't blow it" she sighed, I sighed in relief, peppering kisses all over her face and flipping us over so that she was on top of my chest, "get some rest baby" I whispered into her hair.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @bkaulitzlover @ballhair @estxkios @ge-billsgf @charliesgoodboy

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bambikisss · 10 months

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Forever is a long time: C. Guesung

Pairings :: college! Guesung x college! reader

Summary :: Guesung is a well-known soccer player among the students at your university- the college's heartthrob also. So after a one-night stand and then falling pregnant, you both realize that you may be glued to one another for a while.

Warnings :: Unprotected sex (always keep it safe out there), hair pulling, biting, scratches, semi-public, use of nicknames (baby, princess, baby girl), accidental pregnancy, oral (both receiving), in the shower

Songs: Moonlight - Kali Uchis, Locked out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: After I procrastinated for the longest time, here she is! The first section of smut isn't much but believe me, as this goes on, it gets...wild lol. There is also a change in the story's premise as I decided it needed a change. As per usual, the ending is lowkey sucky. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Reblogs / Comments are appreciated and encouraged!

NOT PROOFREAD

One night stands aren't new to college students, yet to you, they were.

"Fuck, hold onto me"

You held onto Guesung's shoulder as he carried you into his room, kicking the door closed behind you both as your lips melt into each others. You couldn't really pin point how you ended up making out with your university's top soccer player and now in his bed, but you didn't mind. He was hot and he wanted you, so why not give into it tonight?

Guesung helped you strip down as his lips moved around the newly shown skin, his hands haphazardly tossing away the fabrics as he pushed you back onto his bed before he did the same. He leaned down to kiss down your thighs as he pushed slowly into you, both of you far too horny for one another to even prep. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so tight and wet for me, baby," you let your arms wrap around his shoulders as he began to pump himself into you, his own hands gripping your thighs as he continues to fuck you. Even though you both didn't know each other, it felt like he already knew your body so well as he continued to fuck you, his lips pressing against your sweet spot as he moved in you.

To you, nothing can ruin this moment.

~~~

"That is correct, miss Y/N: You are two weeks pregnant."

You stared at your doctor in shock as she hands you her clipboard, showing that you are in fact, two weeks pregnant. You couldn't help but grip the clipboard, trying to figure out how the hell you were going to be a goddam mother while in college. You felt your eyes begin to fill with tears as you tried to comprehend how your life was now changing. Your doctor offered your a kind smile before she asked "Do you have any idea of who the father may be?"

You slowly met your doctor's eyes as your mind flashed back to the bed you were in two weeks ago, your lips covered with his as his hips met yours. The night that you felt the best you ever did during sex also seemed to be the night that you became pregnant with his baby.

Guesung's baby.

You knew it was right to tell him, but you felt nervous to do so; he was the top soccer player at the university and you didn't want to ruin his life plans as you had heard he had plans to go pro. However, you knew you couldn't hide this baby from him as the baby was his. You gathered your courage after class one day to make your way to the practice felid where you knew the soccer team practiced, rehearsing the words in your mind as you watched him run up and down the felid. How would he react? Would he be mad and want nothing to do with the baby?

Guesung soon spotted you from across the felid as he gathered his things after having a successful practice. He felt his lips move into a smile as he noticed you, remembering you from two weeks ago. He jogged over to you, his smile fading slightly as he noticed your worried face. While you both had only had a one night stand, he still didn't like seeing you upset. "Hey, Y/N, are you alright?"

You were shocked he even remembered your name, gripping your backpack's strap before saying "we need to talk, Guesung"

At your tone of voice, he nodded, telling his teammates that he'd find them later before walking with you away from the field to a nearby diner. He ordered some burgers and fries before sitting down across from you in the table you chose in the back of the place. It was secluded from everyone else, which made him feel even more worried about what you had to say. You accepted the burger before meeting his eyes, seeing the care in them for you. You sighed before deciding to get it over with, saying "I'm pregnant, Guesung. And I know it's yours because you're the only person I've slept with in a while and-"

"Pregnant?" Guesung looked at you in shock as processed your words, then realizing that the baby was in fact his. He was going to be a father, if you didn't want to get rid of the baby. You nodded, trying not cry as you could feel your anxiety rise up at his shocked expression. "I know you don't want to raise this baby so I'll see to it that you never see me or the baby again-"

Guesung cut you off again, this time by placing his hand over yours to comfort you. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand, his voice calm as he met your teary eyes. "Y/N, I don't mind helping you raise this baby. Making a baby is a two person effort which included me. Plus, I've always wanted to be a father." You felt comforted by his smile, words, and touch as he intertwined his hand with yours. "We'll do this together, Y/N, I promise. One step at a time, one day at a time. For now, let's eat then we can discuss this more in detail later."

You nodded, taking a bite of your burger as he continues to meet your eyes with a smile. You slowly felt all of your worries fade away as you both ate, happy that he wasn't going to just up and leave you for this.

Maybe everything would be alright.

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"But what about going pro? Do you think you still can?"

You leaned back in the bleachers as Guesung licked his ice cream, his arm resting beside him as he nods. The sunset added a beautiful light to the moment as you both enjoyed your ice creams, trying to figure out your new lives together. "I think I still can go pro, lots of soccer players have families at home. Plus, I'll make good money for the both of us." You nodded at his words, knowing how well soccer players get paid. Now that you knew you had his support, you didn't feel so scared about raising the baby. He looked over at you, admiring how you looked in this light before saying "I think you'll make a great mom, Y/N. I think the two of us can do this."

You smiled at his words, thanking him softly as he moves a bit closer to you, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. The kiss was slow as you both smiled at the taste of each other's ice cream on your lips before he cupped your face, kissing you deeper as he slowly opened his mouth so your tongue could meet his. The kiss picked up in pace as both of your tongues met before Guesung picked you up, carrying you to the locker room below the bleachers. It almost felt like deja vu from how he was carrying you into the locker room, his feet kicking the door closed behind you both before he pressed your back against the door, his lips moving down your neck as his hands move to grip your thighs. He softly moaned your name as your nails dig into his back, his own hips rolling into yours as he grinded against your soaking core as his teeth nipped at your neck, his tongue moving over the bite marks as he says "you're mine, princess. If giving you my fucking baby didn't prove it, than these marks will"

You gasped as he moved down your body, placing you on top of his shoulders as he moved to his knees in front of you, his hands pushing up your skirt as he kisses your clothed pussy, practically drooling at the idea of getting to eat you out. Guesung softly apologized before his fingers moved to your panties, ripping them apart at the wet spot before he instantly dove his tongue in as his hands tossed away the fabric, his hands moving back to your thighs to stop you from slipping from his shoulders. You tossed your head back as he practically fucks you with his tongue, lapping up your juices as he moans your name, praising your taste as you can't help but wrap your legs around his head. Since you and Guesung were both too horny to even think about foreplay, he didn't get to taste you, but now that he was he didn't know how he could ever live without the taste. "You taste so fucking sweet, princess. I could fucking drown in here, fuck"

You gripped his hair as you grinded against his face, his tongue moving deeper into you as he helped you do so, his nose rubbing against your clit as he focused on making you cum on his tongue. As you felt your stomach tighten, you tossed your head back against the wall, whining out his name as he sped up, momentarily removing his mouth from you to push in two fingers into you, curling them as he looked up at you. "Cum for me, Y/N, that's it. Give me everything you got in that sexy body of yours. If you cum hard enough, I'll even fuck you nice and hard" Your body came instantly at his words as he curls his fingers, watching as you arch your back from the wall. Guesung can't help but smirk at how fast you came from his mouth and words, moving you to a nearby shower. You looked at him through your dazed expression as he turns it on, leaning against the outside of the shower as he begins to strip down, his eyes staying on yours as he enters the shower before leaning against the door frame. "I went to practice before dinner, so I need a shower and you made a mess all over yourself. Come in here, princess"

You soon caught on to what he wanted, carefully stripping down before stepping into the shower behind him. He shuts the door behind you both, moving you to face the now closed door as he moves behind you, his hands slowly moving down your body as the water wets you. "Place your hands on the door, princess"

His hands gripped your hips as your hand tried to find purchase on the shower door, a loud smack now echoing through the locker room, making you jump. Guesung smirked at your reaction, rubbing the area he had spanked before slowly pushing into you, moaning at how wet you were for him, your pussy sucking him in even though he was pretty big and thick. He gave you a moment to adjust before his hips began to meet your ass in a fast rate, the water only acting as a lubricant as he tries to move deeper in you.

"There we go, baby, nice and hard, just for you, fuck! Isn't this what you wanted? To have my thick cock deep inside your needy and sweet fucking pussy until I cum inside you again? Gonna cum so much that you're belly will be swollen with it and my fucking kid"

The loud sounds of not only you both moaning but from Guesung fucking you filled the empty locker room, even spilling a bit outside if anyone walked by. The idea made you clench around him, only making him groan louder before picking up one of your legs, his hips now pistoling inside of you as you felt your climax rush over you suddenly, Guesung's own doing the same at the feeling. You closed your eyes as you felt his warm cum fill you up, his chest now resting against your back as he slowly lowered your leg back down so he could properly hug you. After a brief moment of silence, Guesung chuckled "well if you weren't pregnant before, you're surely pregnant now"

You hit arm as you laughed, wincing as he slowly pulled out of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before helping you to move under the water, washing both of your bodies before he held you close saying "After class tomorrow, let me take you out on a date. I know we kinda skipped some steps but I really like you, Y/N." You nodded tiredly against his chest, smiling as you felt him press a kiss to your forehead.

Even though you both did skip some steps, you still couldn't be happier

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"Sorry for coming home so late from practice, baby. I did get your taco bell, though"

You sat up in your bed as Guesung entered your dorm room, holding your taco bell order and his gym bag. He handed it to you before sitting down next to you, massaging your stomach gently as you took a bite of your food. Despite both of your school schedules being hectic, Guesung still made sure to stop by your dorm at least once a day to check on you and the baby. He also tried to get your cravings whenever he could, wanting to make this as comforting and easy for you as possible. After he showered, he returned to your dorm, sitting down next to you while you did your homework. You decided to try and finish your degree, despite being so tired. You were already almost done, so why not go ahead and finish it?

Guesung of course supported you, as that was the type of boyfriend he was. As you studied, Guesung laid on your lap, speaking to your belly with a smile on his face, his wet hair tickling your thighs as he spoke to your baby. "Ah hello there, it's daddy again. I had another game tonight and scored big, so I know you and mommy are so proud of me, right?" You smiled as he spoke, running your hand through his hair, making him smile. He soon placed a kiss to your thighs, slowly kissing up your body to your lips, making you laugh softly. He smile against your lips, kissing you again before he shoved away your textbook, officially claiming your attention. You let your hands move down his broad shoulders, taking in all of his muscles as you did so. He kissed you lovingly before he pulled from your lips, looking at you with heart eyes, which made you laugh. There was something about how he was looking at you that not only made you fall more in love with him, but turned you on. He was so caring and sweet with you that all you wanted to do was take care of him.

"Y/N, baby, what are you-" Guesung looked at you shocked as you pushed him back so he was sitting down before you began to untie his sweatpants, eager to taste him. Guesung had become used to your random need for him, which he thought was just hormones going crazy. You had so far given him oral while he was driving you to and from an appointment, when he took you with him when the team was traveling, and more. As you successfully remove his hardening cock from his pants, he closed his eyes, deciding to enjoy this. He wasn't complaining, of course, sometimes doing extra things for you just for you to take him in your mouth, like you're doing right now.

"That's it, baby girl, take me all down your throat, just like that" He sighed as you let him move down your throat, bobbing your head as Guesung tried to focus on you. He groans loudly as you moved faster, licking his lips as you continue to wet his cock. "Gag on my cock, Y/N. Let me hear how much you enjoy sucking my cock. Can't fucking live without it now, can't you? You're so addicted to the taste, huh?" Guesung moans loudly as you gag around his cock as it twitches in your mouth, the only warning you get before he cums down your throat.

As you slowly remove yourself from his softening cock, he takes a deep breath at the sensation. "I think I got really worked up because of your mouth, baby. I don't think I've ever cum that fast" he chuckles, resting his head against your bed as you wipe his cum from your lips. You smile before resting your head against the bed as well as Guesung cleans himself up, pausing as you feel your stomach move. You move to grip his hand, placing it on your stomach as the movements move to where his hand is. Guesung's eyes slowly well up at the feeling, leaning over to kiss your stomach before rubbing it, trying to hide his emotions as feels the kicks once more.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction, feeling happy to have someone that you are sure will love your baby unconditionally. "Mommy and I will love you forever, little baby, and forever is a long time" You laugh softly at his words, making him look up at you with a smile before kissing you lovingly.

"And I mean that, Y/N. I'll love you and our baby forever." You smile, nodding before kissing him again as you enjoy the moment.

~~~~~

"Cho Guesung! Cho Guesung!"

You smile as the stands scream your husband's name, your daughter cheering his name equally as loudly as he bows to the fans. Being in the world cup has always been Guesung's dream, so to be there representing his country with you and his daughter in the stands made him feel even prouder. As the game ends, you and your daughter make your way to the locker room where the team was, Sunny immediately picking up your daughter as the team surrounds her excitedly. You smile as you watch them interact, your smile then growing as you feel Guesung's arms wrap around your waist, placing a kiss to your shoulder.

You lean back to his body, closing your eyes as you hear your daughter playing with the teammates. Even though this has been a long time coming, and lots of trouble has happened, you, Guesung, and your daughter are surviving and thriving. When your daughter sees him, she immediately runs to her father, giggling as he holds her in his arms as you watch with a smile on your face as Guesung holds her daughter. "Let's go back to the hotel, yeah?" You nodded, going with Guesung to the hotel before helping your daughter get ready for bed.

Once your daughter is asleep, you and Guesung sit down on the patio before you give him a small envelope, watching with a smile on your face as he opens the envelope. It takes Guesung a few moments to realize what you gave him as he pulls out a picture, squinting his eyes before he realizes what you just gave him.

"Y/N...you're pregnant again?" You nodded as Guesung's eyes well up, rushing to hug you as your hold back your own tears. Guesung always wanted a family and now he had it with you and your daughter, but now with your second child on the way.

TAGLIST :: @deltamoon666 @moonlbabe @choguesungishotasf

@minaamhh @shobaes @kiliskywalker666

@kimmchijjajang

#~bambi #cho gue sung imagines #cho guesung #cho gue sung #cho gue sung x reader #cho guesung smut

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spicypepperjack · 8 months

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Miles x Gwen Karaoke Headcanons

Miles and Gwen strike me as a people who listen to a lot of different things and have music as a big part of their lives. This is reflected in the songs they sing at karaoke:

Miles likes to sing pop, R&B, jazz, and hip-hop songs with chill vibes, depending on his mood. He may also fit in some Spanish songs in there

Gwen likes singing rock/metal/punk songs that have memorable drum parts. If she's feeling particularly aggressive, she'll go for heavy metal songs with intense drumming portions

When Miles is the mood for a love song, he sings the lovey-dovey, fluffy songs (think Taylor Swift's "Love Story" and "You Belong With Me" and Bruno Mars' "Just the Way You Are", Michael Buble) because he's a ray of sunshine

When Gwen wants to sing about romance, she goes for the angsty romance/heartbreak songs (eg. Adele, angsty Taylor Swift songs, Evanescence, Sam Smith, Linkin Park) because she's an angst-lord

They duet a bunch of Disney songs, including "A Whole New World" from Aladdin with Miles as Aladdin and Gwen as Jasmine, "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" from the Lion King, "Breaking Free" from High School Musical

When they want to flex on each other, they try to one-up each other by rapping increasingly difficult hip-hop songs, including those of Eminem and Kendrick Lamar

They've listened to a whole bunch of Broadway musical songs as part of their playlists, so they may duet songs from Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Mean Girls, etc.

Older songs they duet include things like "Fly Me to the Moon" (Michael Bublé version), "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis, and songs from ABBA (eg. "Dancing Queen", "Mama Mia"), Beyoncé, Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, etc.

They obviously go for classics like "Hit Me Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears, "I Want It That Way" by Backstreet Boys, "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child, "Living on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi, etc.

When they want to sing raunchy stuff, they pick stuff from the 2010's including songs from Katy Perry, Nicki Minaj, Miley Cyrus, etc. They probably cringe at how risque and explicit the lyrics are

#gwen stacy #miles morales #ghostflower #gwiles #gwen x miles #miles x gwen #spider gwen #spiderman #karaoke #headcanon #drabble #spider woman #miles and gwen

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here4kpopfics · 1 year

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Leave The Door Open - Drabble #1 | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

Genre: fluff, implied smut

AU: Established relationship

Wordcount: 1,233

Summary: Based off this TikTok. Your boyfriend comes home while you're baking and you've made a mess

Warnings: Language. This is the Jungkook that loves pet names. heavy petting. this is nonsense

Rating: NC17 to be safe

AN: After over a month of not writing my weirdos, we've returned with a small drabble. As it usually goes, @btsgotjams27 sent a tiktok and it spiraled from there. Thank you to her and @astronaut-jin-moon for beta-reading and of course, banner and divider made by the beautiful @classicseffects

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

“Uh, Sparkles, why is it such a mess in here?”

“Hmm?” You turn around to face your boyfriend just returning from working out with Taehyung. You’re wearing shorts, a baggy shirt, and an apron covered in flour. Your eyes follow his eyes to the mess of flour on the floor.

“Oh. I’m going to clean up in a minute, I promise. I just need to put this in the oven first.” You grin, lifting the cake pan up as proof.

“Mhmm…” Jungkook nods skeptically, retreating to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

When he comes back, vacuum and mop in hand, you’re at the sink washing the many dishes you’ve created. The cake is in the oven, your apron is tossed on the counter with the rest of the mess and you’re splashing water everywhere while dancing to whatever music is playing in your AirPods.

One thing he learned immediately after you two moved in together was that you could not wash the dishes without music playing. It gave him the freedom to say whatever he wanted, usually sex jokes just to be funny, and you wouldn’t respond.

“How are you so messy?” He mumbles, picking up your apron and dusting it off as much as he can before barely folding it and putting it on a part of the counter that wasn’t attacked by flour.

“Honestly, baby. I think you put more fucking flour on the floor than into the cake…” you say nothing in response, shaking your hips as you finish off a dish and place it in the dish rack.

He shakes his head at the sight, the urge to make the kitchen clean shockingly stronger than the urge to punish you for the mess by bending you over the counter and fucking you senseless. Instead he spanks your ass while leaning around to grab a few paper towels and wetting them, kissing your neck once before pulling away. You squirm at the touch of his lips briefly on your skin, unknowingly whimpering out loud at the loss of contact. He smirks at the sound and gets to work.

He manages to quickly wipe down the counter you had claimed as your work station for chaos, even having to wipe the cabinets above and below it while asking how over and over again. He finishes before you’re even halfway through the dishes, too busy dancing to the song to care about efficiency. He checks your phone on the counter to see you listening to the Unorthodox Jukebox album from Bruno Mars and cackles.

You stated your dislike of Bruno sometime after you got together, saying you only liked it when Jungkook sang it. But here you are, dancing and doing the dishes to the man that brought you two together.

Jungkook turns the vacuum on, making quick work of cleaning up your flour disaster. You feel a slight bump on your foot and look down to see he ran the vacuum into you on purpose. You glare at him through the happy song in your ears, lifting one foot at a time for him to quickly vacuum under where you’re standing with a smirk still plastered to his pretty face.

Once he feels he’s vacuumed all that he can, he whips out the mop, applying one of the disposable pads to the bottom and repeating what he just did with the vacuum, making sure not one speck of flour is on his brand new kitchen floor. You both moved in two months ago to a bigger apartment in a newer complex nearby and he’ll be damned if he lets it get filthy in the first year of living there.

He sneakily checks your phone again as you’re working on the last dish, smiling at the song you’re currently on and plays it in his head, counting to where the best part of the song is. He watches you turn off the water as you place the last dish in the dishrack and quickly, he sets the mop against the counter. He rushes to place his hands on your hips, turning you around perfectly in time with the song in your ears and slides his hands up to your torso to pick you up and put you on the counter. Your hands immediately find their spot on his shoulders as his hands drop back down to your thighs to squeeze them. You gasp as he fully leans into you, giving you the quickest and deepest kiss possible. He pulls away before your legs can wrap around him and grabs the mop, cleaning where you were just standing and ignoring you completely.

“What the…?” are the only words you let out as you sit there, hands still floating where his shoulders were just a second ago. They slowly drop while you watch him cleaning the floor before taking out the airpods and setting them aside and grabbing his arm, pulling him back to you.

“Nuh-uh. Get back here and finish whatever you were just doing.” You scoot closer to the edge as you bring him back between your legs, hand tangling in his hair when you bring his lips to yours.

He gives in to your demand, letting the mop rest against the counter again as his hands slide up your thighs, past your hips, and roughly grabbing your ass to scoot you even closer to him. You moan into the kiss, letting him kiss you like a man starved and roll his hips into you. Your legs wrap around his waist, hands dropping between you both to lift his shirt enough to dig your nails into his abs, grinning at the low groan that escapes him when he kisses your jaw. You run your fingertips along the edge of his sweatpants, tickling the skin and making him hiss. Your hand starts to slip past the waistband when a loud high pitched beeping comes from the oven, causing you both to jump.

You both pull back, laughing and trying to catch your breath. You jump off the counter, quickly placing the oven mitts on and taking the cake out after turning the oven off and resting the cake on the stovetop. You turn back to Jungkook who’s back to mopping the floor and hug him from behind, wrapping your arms around his lower torso, hands finding their way back to the waistband of the pants.

“Nuh-uh. I need to clean up your mess, filthy.” You whine and pout against his back, trying to cling to him tighter, but he easily pries your hands off him.

“But…” you whimper.

“Nope.”

You watch him finish up, tossing the mop pad in the trash and walking away to put the mop and vacuum away. When he comes back, you’ve removed the shirt and shorts, quickly replacing it with the apron. His eyes go wide at the sudden outfit change.

“Now?” You smile, doing a small curtsy with the apron, enough that he can see your cleavage.

“What the hell, Sparkles?” He groans, walking up to you and effortlessly picking you up.

“You started this!” You start but he shuts you up with a kiss.

“We’re gonna make another fucking mess…”

“Shower then?” Your smile breaks into a grin as he sighs, heading for the bathroom.

Sure, he started this, but he’s going to punish you for making a mess in the first place.

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lostfirefly · 3 months

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If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you

The idea for fanfic arose completely by accident when I wrote one line in "Tell me what to want to hear...". The events take place before their first quarrel, so Catherine does not yet know the name of the red-haired man.

Description: Buggy and Catherine have been living together for about a month one and a half to two months. Catherine sees him without his clown makeup for the first time (for a completely stupid reason, because these two couldn’t have it any other way).

Warnings: Buggy is frightened and reacts inappropriately. Just the way we like it: fear, tears, insecure Buggy.

Words: 2469

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

The title is taken from "Count on Me" by Bruno Mars.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

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Catherine was lying in bed alone, trying to sleep, when she heard a familiar heavy exhalation and felt a body plop down next to her on the bed.

“Ouch!” Said a tired voice with a note of misunderstanding.

“My silly clown, you're back!” She said quietly and softly.

“Where's my pillow, Cathie-pie?” Buggy groaned with his face buried in the mattress. He rose to his elbows and looked around the bed.

“Oh, damn! I’m sorry!” Catherine started giggling. “I went to bed. You weren't at home, I missed you and took your pillow for a hug imagining that it was you.” She pulled it out from under the blanket and gave it to him. “Here. See? It's you.”

“I see you took not only my pillow, but also my t-shirt. Again. Pillow, t-shirt. What else are you planning to take from me?” He chuckled, put down the pillow and dropped his head onto it.

"Do you really want to know the answer to this question?" She giggled and looked over her shoulder at him. Catherine reached out her hand and touched his head. "Did you hit it hard? Does it hurt?"

"Nah, I’m fine." Buggy started running his fingers along her back and moved his body a little closer to her.

“It's a pity. I thought you hit yourself hard and already wanted to kiss you just so it wouldn’t hurt so much.” She removed her hand and turned her back to him.

"What? Wait, wait, wait! No, no, no. I did. I did. It hurts a lot. Please, help me. I think I'm already losing consciousness"

“No, you missed your moment, my flashy fool. Next time use your brain first before the answer."

"Little shit." Buggy took her hand, kissed it, and without removing his hand from hers laid them on the bed next to Catherine. She moved her back closer to him and with her other hand she covered him with the blanket.

He tried to kiss her neck but met with the strict "no-o-o".

"But why-y-y?" He started whining.

"You're punished. Remember what you did yesterday?"

"Oh, believe me, I remember. That was too good to forget." Buggy chuckled stupidly.

"I hate you. Damn you and your chop chop thing." Catherine blushed and hid her head under the blanket. "How was the rehearsal?" She asked quietly.

"Better than last time." He pulled her out and kissed her shoulder. "I hope everything will be fine."

“Not fine. Everything will be amazing and incredible! Because you’re amazing and incredible. Will you get me a ticket? I’d like to see your new show.”

"Of course no, you'll be standing in the line to get the ticket just like everyone else. Baby, you'll have the best seat, trust me."

"Sorry, I can't sit on your lap during the whole show. Your female fans won’t understand me and will bite me near your green room." She laughed and lightly scratched his knuckles with her fingers. "By the way, I'm wearing new pajama pants today." Catherine said tiredly.

"Which animals are honored to be on your beautiful ass this time?" He asked barely audibly, placing his chin on the top of her head.

"Camels."

"Camels? I envy them." He hugged her tighter. “Oh, no!! Why did you say that? Now I want to see it.”

He lifted the blanket and was about to go down and look.

"Put the blanket down, asshole. You'll see my pants in the morning!" Catherine pulled his hand back.

Buggy sighed sadly and hugged her again. "Now I want to fall asleep faster so I can wake up faster. Can't wait to see your ass.”

“You're an idiot. But I love you. Do you know that?”

“This is actually the first time I've heard that!” He buried his face in her hair. “Good night, my cotton candy."

"Good night, my Buggy Bear."

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Catherine woke up early in the morning, turned over in bed and brushed her hand across the space in the bed next to her.

"Empty?" She opened one eye. "Buggy?" Catherine asked in a sleepy voice, hardly lifting her head from the pillow. “Damn, I need to pee.”

She barely got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom.

Catherine opened the door and froze.

"Buggy?!" Her eyes widened. He stood in his pajamas, looking for something in his makeup bag, his hair was disheveled and he had an absolutely clean face.

"Oh my.. Your face. You're witho..." Catherine wanted to take a step forward.

Before finishing her sentence, Buggy rushed towards her, covered her eyes with his hand and shouted angrily “out!”.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Catherine squealed.

Buggy pushed her out of the bathroom and locked the door.

"Go away!!" He yelled at her.

“First of all, I didn’t understand what just happened. Secondly, why did you throw me out of the bathroom? And thirdly, open the door!” She knocked on the wooden door with her palm.

Incomprehensible sounds, seasoned with endless “fuck, no” reached her. There was fear in his voice. Scared. He was scared? The roar suddenly came from behind the door. It seemed to Catherine that something heavy had fallen there.

"What happened? Are you okay?" She asked fearfully.

Silence.

"Buggy, open the damn door! I'm serious. This is not funny." Catherine pulled the doorknob a couple of times. “Do I have to break down the door? Believe me, I can do it even though I'm not very tall and thin. Of course it will be hard for me and take some time, but I will do it. Open it! Now!”

She heard the door lock click. Catherine stood in the doorway and didn't know what to do. The mirror in the bathroom was broken and pieces littered the floor. Buggy's right hand was covered in blood. He sat on the floor, burying his face in his knees and crying.

"What happened?" She barely managed to squeeze out a sentence. “W-what…?”

“You shouldn’t have.. Why?.. Not now..” He muttered into his lap, sniffling.

Catherine stepped over the broken mirror and knelt next to Buggy. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I did not want... Not now".

"Didn't want what?" She quickly examined his head, back, arm. “Damn, your arm. Sit here, I’ll get a bandage.” She got up, ran to the kitchen and brought a first aid kit.

Catherine rummaged through the medicine bag in a slight panic. "Where.. Fuck! Oh, oh! Found it! Found it!" She quickly but gently treated his hand and bandaged it.

"Buggy, please look at me, I'm begging you. What happened?"

He shook his head for a long time, constantly sobbing.

Catherine hugged him, put her chin on the top of his head and held him close. “My Buggy Bear, what’s wrong? You constantly mumble that I shouldn’t have done something, but I don’t understand what I shouldn’t have done.” She tried to make a joke, but knew she sounded stupid.

"You weren't supposed to see me like this." He finally said, sniffling periodically.

“Like this? What are you talking about?”

“A freak. And now you’ll leave me, right? That’s basically what everyone did.”

“If I leave you, it will only be to get some tongs or a fucking jack to finally tear your head off your knees.” Catherine ran her hand along his back.

She stayed in the same spot until he calmed down a little. Catherine moved a little and sat on her knees in front of him, running her hands over his arms, his back and his hair. Finally, she gently grabbed his chin and slowly lifted his head.

"And what was that, my silly clown?" She smiled slightly and ran her hand through his hair near his forehead.

"You'll leave me now, right?" Buggy sniffed.

"If it's a strange riddle then I'm not catching up the sense, Buggy. Why should I leave you?"

“Well, because you usually see me as a flashy clown. But in reality I’m not a flashy clown. I’m just a miserable red nose freak. Scorned and apparently abandoned by you soon.”

“Dear God. What are you saying, my Buggy Bear!!” She grabbed his face in her hands. "Look at you. You are still handsome and flashy. Now of course you are all red like your lovely nose, but at the same time you still manage to remain handsome. I even envy you. I’m afraid that when I cry, I look like an amateur in beekeeping!” Catherine barely unhooked his arms and legs. She stood on her knees between his legs, wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “You're the most handsome man I've ever met. You're the flashiest clown I've ever seen. You're the funniest guy I've ever known. You know how lucky I am? I’m so happy that I have you in my life.” Catherine whispered in his ear and gave him a session of quick kisses on his cheeks.

"Shall we go to bed? We don't need to sit here on the floor…” She asked quietly, took his hands and pulled them lightly. "Get up, my little bear. Do you want to look at me? If you don't want to do this, don't do it, that's fine!"

Buggy reluctantly raised his tear-stained eyes to Catherine.

“My boy! Come to me.” She pulled him by the hand and hugged him around the waist.

Buggy looked around the floor and pointed questioningly at the shards of glass.

“I’ll clean it up later, don't worry.”

Catherine led him into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed. "Water? Beer? Whiskey? Do you want to eat or drink something? I'll bring it."

He shook his head.

“But I’ll bring it anyway in case you want it later. Okay? Don't go anywhere.” Catherine checked his hand, pecked him on his cheek and quickly ran into the kitchen. As she gathered everything, she didn't know why but felt the tears flowing from her eyes. She took three deep breaths.

“I’m coming!” Catherine returned to the bedroom with bottles and snacks.

Buggy lay on the bed, curled up and sobbing periodically. She lay down next to him, covered them both with a blanket and hugged him from behind.

"My love, why did you react like this? Why did you say that shit about yourself? I'll kill whoever put that crap into your head. Is that your stupid friend? You mentioned him several times. With red hair. I don't know what happened between you guys but if it's him, then keep him out of my sight. I'll cut off everything I can from him and throw his pieces into the sea to the first shark I come across."

"Don't remind me about him, please." He muttered.

“I’m sorry. I didn't want... He just infuriates me in absentia. No one dares to offend you. I won’t allow anyone to do this.” Catherine kissed him in the temple.

“I’m sorry you saw me like this.. without my.. you know.. A fr...” He whispered.

“Stop saying this awful word, please. First of all, you're not a freak. Second, I’m so so happy that I saw your face.” She ran one hand over his arm. “You know, I’m more than sure that girls come to your show not only because your circus shows are cool and spectacular, but because they’ve fallen for you. I’m not kidding. They also probably have a fan club of yours. They have fans meetings every week, where they exchange your photos and posters, and discuss how amazing you are. You see? I have so many competitors! So I’ll blink an eye and you’ve already been taken away by some other pretty girl. Do you know how sad I will be without you? Who's gonna cheer me up? Who will keep me warm at night? Whose cute red nose will I kiss every morning?”

"You'll find a handsome guy. Without a clown nose and who doesn't fall apart." He mumbled indifferently.

“The guy who doesn't literally fall apart? Ew, what a boring relationship would await me.” She kissed the back of his head and gently touched his hand.

"I don't want you to leave."

"Well then, we're both lucky. I don't want one either.” Catherine stroked his arms and his head. “Can I stay with you? You know. A month. A year. Or forever?”

He nodded and sobbed. "I like the last option." He chuckled slightly.

"Thank you! You're very kind!" She ran her hand over his shoulder. “You know, I understand that you and I are both new to long-term relationships and frankly speaking, this is my first time living with someone. Let's agree this way. You can walk around the house with or without makeup. As you want, okay? I love you in any way. Maybe one day I'll get the privilege of being the only girl in the world who sees Buggy The Greatest Clown without makeup. Maybe one day I will help you apply it. Of course, I’m not very good at this, but you’ll teach me, right?”

Buggy nodded barely and pressed closer to Catherine.

“Cool! Lucky me!" She said in a tone of happiness.

“I guess…”

“Can I ask, my blue-haired fool?”

"Uh-huh..." He said faintly.

“Did.. Did you get up early every morning to put on your makeup and go back to bed just because you felt insecure without it? And you thought I would stop loving you if I saw you without.. well.. you know..”

Buggy shrugged then nodded and slowly turned toward her.

“Hi!” Catherine gently ran her hand over his face.

“Hi…”

She moved closer to him, smiled and pecked him in his nose. Buggy wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on her chest.

“Camels…” He said quietly.

“What?”

“Camels. They look amazing on your beautiful ass. I envy them.”

“Idiot!” She giggled and lightly scratched the top of his head.

“Thank you..” He whispered and hugged her tightly.

"You're always welcome, my silly clown. Promise not to do that again. You scared me a lot.” She placed her hand on his back and started and started stroking it.

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

“I don't really know what happened in your past. But.. Just remember, please. Now you're not alone, Buggy. We'll handle all the shit together, okay? I’m here with you. I care about you. I worry about you.” Catherine continued stroking his head. “I love you so so much, my Buggy Bear."

“I don't deserve you..”

"What? I can't hear you. There's some kind of interference. I think you wanted to say something else, right?"

“Little shit.. I said, I love you too, my cotton candy.”

Buggy was silent for a couple of minutes.

“Cathie-pie…”

“I’m listening, my silly clown.”

“I'm hungry. Can you make me pancakes?”

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red-airhead · 10 months

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𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝔂 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓻𝓮 | 𝓢𝓮𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷 |

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word count - 2,348

genre - fluff, romance

warnings - idol!changbin, he goes all out, afab! reader, feminine terms, changbin is emotional, reader is emotional, mf sings a song for you, use of pet names (baby, darling, love, muse), lmk if i missed anything.

the ring

the dress he picked out

“There’s a very pretty girl in the crowd! Can we get her up here?”

It made your heart pound for a second. You were so surprised by Changbin’s words as he stared at you, pointing you out.

You were at a fan meet for your boyfriend of 4 years, and while it was hard to be in a relationship with him as an idol and it being public, you never let it stop you from loving him unconditionally.

Everyone in the crowd already seemed to know who they were talking about as they all squealed, and the two fans beside you shook your shoulders and squealed about it.

Your ears felt like they were ringing from it, but you couldn’t help but smile shyly from all the attention. It makes you nervous to know what he had planned, but not even most of the members knew what he was doing so it surprised them as well.

-flashback-

“Darling, you’re coming to the fan meet right?” Changbin had asked you from the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch, setting up the snacks on the table that was set out for movie night.

“Yeah! Why are you asking?”

“I just wanted to make sure.” He replied, walking out with the freshly made hot chocolate you loved so dearly.

“Well, it’s good that you were confirming, because if you left without me I would’ve been more than concerned.” You teased, watching him set down the cups of hot chocolate, just before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.

He sat down next to you and got bundled up in the blankets with you, starting whatever action movie you had put in. You had a little jar with popsicle sticks that had different genres of movies, and it was his turn to pick so he got lucky and got action.

You rested against Changbin’s chest as you watched the movie, occasionally shifting to take a sip of your hot chocolate or to get some of the snacks that were set out, Changbin would also ask you to feed him or hand him his cup of hot chocolate.

Hearing his phone go off, Changbin sat up as he checked his messages. You saw the contact name but not what it had said. It was from Felix, which isn’t out of the ordinary, but he seemed to be smiling at his phone excitedly before shooting a text back and setting his phone face down.

“What was that about?”

“Oh! He just had something to confirm with me.”

“And you smiled because..?”

“He worded it weirdly, it was hard to understand it for a second.”

He then pulled you into his arms, squeezing you lightly as you got comfortable again.

“Are you gonna dress all pretty for me for the fan meet?” He asked after 20 minutes of silence, he usually never asked what you were wearing so it made you a little confused.

“I’m not sure yet.. You wanna forget this movie and figure something out?” You suggested, looking up at Changbin with an excited expression. He quickly smiled at you and nodded, sitting up and pausing the movie, taking another sip of his hot chocolate as he stood up and stretched.

“C’mon, muse, we don’t got all night!” He hummed excitedly, quickly helping you up. You were amused with his excitement, and you certainly didn’t mind how happy he was acting too.

“You’re more excited than ever, aren’t you baby?”

“Well yeah! I get to pick your outfit this time!” He responded so quickly that it almost gave you whiplash as you walked to your shared bedroom.

The next 15 minutes were him going through an abundance of your dresses. He’d have you try them on and then he’d say no to almost every single one, until you got to a specific floral print light pink dress. The moment he saw it on you he fawned and quickly said yes to it.

“Yes to the dress?”

“Yes to the fucking dress!”

-end of flashback-

You sat at your chair in the room as he began walking towards you. You stared at him with the biggest smile on your face.

This wasn’t the first time he’s done this, but it felt different this time, like there was a bigger meaning behind this.

“Will you take my hand and follow me please?” He said into the mic, holding out his free hand, in which you gently nodded and took that hand, standing up carefully as you fixed your dress after sitting for so long.

So many fans squealed and started taking pictures of the two of you. You knew that it would be all over the internet by the end of the fan meet but you didn’t mind. The fans seemed to love you.

With his mic down, you looked at him as he walked back to the mini stage where the long table was, “Binnie what are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise, love. You’ll see.” He whispered to you, standing off to the side with an arm now around your waist, holding you close.

While it was a strange thing for Changbin to ask you to come up, it wasn’t unusual, so the other members just went about goofing off. He often walked away to join the others just before going back to press a kiss on your cheek or forehead.

You watched the others in amusement, seeing how they seemed so energetic and happy.

Deciding to check your phone for a little while, you were now distracted, so that meant it was almost time. Changbin had left your side to whisper to Felix, in which Felix nodded and whispered to Jeongin, who the smiled and nodded excitedly and told Minho, Chan, and Hyunjin, who all three then turned to Han, whispering to him to get the staff to change the music in a few minutes.

Han then ran off to the back to go inform staff about the plan, who seemed to be in it as well.

You really must’ve been drowned into your phone because you didn’t even notice Felix coming up to you to talk to you.

“Y/N! It's so nice to finally see you again. I was gonna come over earlier but I got distracted.” He explained, in which you put your phone away and nodded quickly.

“Oh no, it’s okay! I get that you’re probably having fun so I don’t mind. How have you been?” You had asked, your attention now turned to Felix.

Changbin was with the others, basically huddled. Felix was your distraction now, because Changbin was getting the ring ready along with humming the words to the song he was getting ready to sing.

Originally he asked Han and Jeongin, but he felt like this was something that he needed to sing.

Han showed up after 10 minutes and quickly went to Changbin.

“It’s all set up, so whenever you’re ready.” He whispered, in which Changbin nodded and cleared his throat.

While you were so immersed in the conversation you were having with Felix, You couldn’t help but turn your attention to Changbin who seemed to have a giddy and nervous smile on his face.

You slowly stopped in the middle of your sentence as you smiled at him. He looked so cute to you that you couldn’t help but smile, and especially when he was getting ready to speak.

“So as you all know, Y/N has been my muse for about 4 years now, and you all have been nothing but supportive to the two of us.” He started, him signaling Felix to start nudging you towards the center, and while you complied, you were still so confused. Changbin met you there, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“You also all know how happy I am with her, and with how much I talk about her on bubble I think that's pretty noticeable.” He stood facing you, watching you smile at him and look at him with those eyes he loved so much. He watched as you looked at him with such love and admiration that he was so excited now.

“I have a little song to sing to the love of my life, and I hope that you’ll enjoy it. I hope that she will enjoy it too.” He added, and it caused you to giggle. Is this what felt different?

He then looked over to a staff member who then changed the song… Just The Way You Are, your guys’ song.

He began to sing the song with the confidence you loved so much. You watched as he moved around and sang. He watched you giggle and watch with excitement.

Your cheeks had started to get red as he performed. Fans were recording and watching in awe. Of course none of them knew what was going on, so they all thought you two were just being your usual couple self.

Through the whole song, you didn’t even notice the guys all watching with admiration, seeing how healthy and adorable you both looked together.

It was so hard not to look away from Changbin, and he knew you enjoyed every bit of what was happening, but one thing he was nervous about was the official proposal.

How would you react? He knew you’d be happy but how happy would you be?

After a few seconds, he had finished the song. He let the fans cheer as he held your hand gently, staring back at you with just as much admiration and love.

He tilted the mic to you a little after the fans finished.

“Thank you Binnie, it was such a beautiful performance.” You said gently into the mic, in which all the fans awed at you.

He turned the mic back to him, Felix then speaking up, “While it was a beautiful performance, there’s just one more thing that he has for you.” He smiled at you, in which you were now confused. It wasn’t just a performance.

And with a shaky sigh, Changbin began his little speech.

“Y/N-” He paused for a moment, thinking about the words he had just looked over, “I’ve been,, nothing but happy these past 4 years with you.” He smiled as he spoke, and you smiled in return.

You squeezed his hand with reassurance, and that helped him relax.

“The members can vouch for it, the fans can too. They all see how happy I’ve been ever since I decided to ask you to be my girlfriend. Every moment with you has been such a memorable moment.” He took a deep breath, shifting his grip on the mic he held in his hand.

“I tell you every morning that you look beautiful, even if you haven’t gotten out of bed. I tell you every evening that you look just as beautiful as you did that morning, and I want to keep reminding you that you’re everything to me. I’ve seen you, the real you, and you’re perfect.”

You mouthed a little thank you to his sweet compliment, heart fluttering at the words falling from his lips.

“You showed me what it’s like to love so hard you forget everything, You’ve given me everything I could’ve ever asked for from a person, and you’ve done so much for me that it’s so hard not to give back.” He let go of your hand to reach for the velvet box in his back pocket.

“I’ve been thinking about these,, moments in our lives. The moment when we grow old and look back, or when we get married, have kids, and tell our kids all about the life we had together.” He was stalling, he was so nervous and you could tell.

He cleared his throat as he held the velvet box in his hand, “But that’s not what I want to think about.. What I want to think about is.. What will you say.” He shifted, carefully getting on one knee and looking up at you.

Oh how badly did you want to start crying. Your heart raced, tears threatening from your eyes.

Was this really happening?

Changbin kept quiet for a moment, letting the fans squealing die down. The fans were so excited for this, and it was shown from the amount of squealing and cheers for Changbin to go on.

“I love you, Just the way you are.. You’re amazing and I want you to remember that when you look at this ring.. Darling you have been nothing but good to me, and I want to be just as good to you..” He could feel tears brimming at his eyes as he sniffled, a couple of tears falling. That made you start crying as your hands covered your mouth.

“Y/N, I really want to be just as happy as I am with us being boyfriend and girlfriend.. I want to be even happier as Husband and Wife,, if you’d let me?” He swallowed thickly, opening the box to reveal such a beautiful ring.

“Will you marry me, my muse?” He said shakily, setting down the mic on the floor just after turning it off.

You cried for a little while longer as everyone got ready for your answer.

You couldn’t even form words, and when you tried to speak you stammered and hiccuped.

“Ch-Chang— Changbin..”

He waited anxiously, but patiently.

You sobbed gently, and while you wanted to say it in words, you just couldn’t.

So you nodded. You nodded frantically and quickly.

Fans screamed and cheered at this, in which he quickly took the ring out of the box and slipped it on your left ring finger. He was about to stand up but your knees had given out and you came crashing down. He sat on the floor as he pulled you into a warm embrace for a short moment before pulling you into a loving kiss. The first one you’d share in front of fans.

His touch was so gentle, and you had practically drowned out all the cheering.

This was definitely going to be all over the internet.

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