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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 10 months

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GOOD BOY X PJ

INTRO

Side Charecters: Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi.

Warnings: mentions of violence, smut, nudity, dom and sub relationship, bdsm topics, slave training, anal sex, poly relationship, male and male, punishments, overstimulation, voyarism, public sex, anal plug, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face sitting, fire and Ice play, forced orgasm, gunplay, Impact play, nipple play, orgasm denial, pegging, pet play, sensory deprivation, wax play.

Genre: stranger to lovers, bdsm relationship.

NIGHT SHIFT

I sight looking at my watch. It seems like I've been doing that a lot lately, but right now my client is trying everything he can to extend our time together while I keep telling him I can't.

Is not always like that. But it can get ugly sometimes.

I made the excuse to use the restroom and he finally let me out. Man can be so difficult when drunk, that's why I usually prefer hosting for women but, even them sometimes can get a little out of it when drunk, the difference is they usually listen when I say I need to leave.

I'm not a prostitute. I say to myself in the mirror. I try to remind me of that, stay true to what i want to do, to my dreams and who i am. But it all seams so foolysh. Leaving and heading to the hosts room. The other boys are working but, I see Chul resting on the sofa playing something in his phone.

- difficult client? - he said without looking at me as I plot on the sofa sitting far away from him.

- the usual. - I simply reply.

My eyes close by itself. It's 3 in the morning and I'm so tired. But the thought of having dance classes later in the afternoon makes a smile grow on my face and suddenly, I have the strength to fight a bear. Well, not literally.

I hear boys laugh coming closer to the room, Hwan and Myung enter saying their goodbyes as they have finished their night for today.

- oh, Jimin your next client is here - Myung said to me.

- thank you, I'll be off now.

Tiredly I make my way out of the room and towards the second floor, where all the rooms we attend our clients are. I stop for a few seconds in front of the door before I make my way in - just one more - and besides, joon is a big softie with me.

[...]

Dance is what makes me feel life. Is what keeps me alive and walking forward. It's like breathing for me.

When I hear the sound of a melody, my body instantly moves with it as if I'm dancing with it, not for it. My mind is no longer a prisoner of my nightmares and I can finally feel free, like this is exactly what I am supposed to be doing.

When my class is over, Eun ji my dance teacher praise me for dancing so beautifully fluid. I thank heavens everyday for her.

When I first came here to Seoul, she was the only one who helped me. Eun ji has been a dancer for 20 years now, she and her husband have a dance studio for classes and they teach all kinds of people.

They were the only ones who accepted me with all my background. They also gave me a place to stay when I didn't have one, and even helped me find a job but, the club was the only place someone like me could be accepted.

- it's been three years already! - Eun ji exclaimed. Her eyes on me as she talks. - I know you think your not ready Jimin but, me and Cha really want you in the studio anniversary celebration.

I knew this was coming. Every year on the Studio anniversary, they held a big celebration with all the dancers and groups they've been teaching. I never participated because I wasn't ready, the fear of disappointing myself with a performance in front of so many people would always make me denied her invitation.

- I don't think I'm ready ms. Ji - I said as look at my feet, not being able to look at her face as I denied her again.

- Jimin I know what you think, but if you keep doing this to yourself you'll never be able to grow - she said and I felt her put a hand on my shoulder - I'm getting older Jimin, and I want to see you shine in that stage, I have no children of my own and you have been like a son to me and Cha.

I look up at her.

- please, think about it.

With a sad smile she leaves.

Her words clutch to my mind for the next few days. I've always wanted to be on stage, but my fears and anxiety hold on me with claws while laughing at me.

I'm not ready. I keep saying, trying to comfort myself in any way possible before i make my way to the manager office.

On my way to the club he called me and told me I had a special request. Special client. Tonight I'll accompany a CEO in a small business dinner, at a fancy restaurant. The only time I've done this before was a year ago, and it did not end well.

Business man are also assholes.

I knock three times before I come in.

- you called me sir - I say.

He turns from his computer and takes off his glasses as he looks at me from his desk.

- you have a vip client tonight - he says - there is only two reasons I called you, number one being the vip client situation.

- oh.. is he new? - I ask.

- yeah but that is not the only thing.... - he says looking around his desk - you'll be in a room with big, big people, important people, extremely influential people.

It makes me wonder who they might be and at the same time makes me uneasy.

- so make sure you serve your client well and... - I already know what he's gonna say - do your little thing and grab a few new ones too.

I knew it. The sight that escapes my mouth doesn't go unnoticed by him, he gets up annoyed and comes at me. I gulped as he stands behind me as I was sitting in front of his desk.

His hands on each side of my shoulders completely cornering me, last time someone said something he didn't liked the boy was beaten up so bad he had to go to the hospital. To say I was scared was an understatement.

I gasp out of shock and pain when he grabbed my neck, his breath hitting my ear as a chill run down my spine.

- you are my slave, so you do what I say or else... - his grip tightens on my neck and tears start to form in my eyes - so if you want to stay alive treat our client very, very... well.

He lets me go. As the air fills my lounges I cough reaching for my neck, my eyes falling on the men in front of me who looks at me as if I'm nothing.

As if I'm just a slave boy.

- the second reason is because of what happened last time - he says, making his way to sit behind his desk again - make sure that doesn't happen again, even if means your ass will get filled.

I stand up, not wanting to hear any of that shit anymore. I hear his laugh as I storm out of that office, anger filling me so hard I smashed the wall besides me.

The pain in my hand being the only thing that brought me back, soon I was blinded by my tears as I grabbed my hand that was now bleeding.

I cried.

[...]

The show must go on. I put on my best clothes as I pushed my feelings away. I have no time to waste pitying myself.

I have no choice but to keep going, I feel a wall suddenly growing around me as I feel so empty. The want to come back home to my mother and cry while she embraces me, almost makes me cry again.

I cursed myself for punching the wall so hard, now I can't bearly do my make up. As i manage to do a decent job I look myself in the mirror being satisfied with it.

One last breath.

I run my hands through my hair, as i build up the strength to keep going.

The show must keep going.

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bubblegumbi0tch · 3 years

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How the charecters would react if you feel dizzy after an argument while you're pregnant ( ushijima, kageyama, tsukishima)

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Ushijima: You were at the clinic getting an ultrasound to determine the gender of your baby. You are next to be up. You ask a doctor if she can wait five minutes that way, you can call your husband. You called him three times, and he doesn't answer. You roll your eyes at this as you and your room. The doctor says the baby has a healthy happy and everything seems perfectly fine and that the baby

is going to be (p/g). You thank the doctor. As you walk out of the clinic, you see Ushijima rushing towards you. "Did I miss the appointment?" He questions. You look at him with teary eyes. "Toshi, you promised us you were going to come. You were gonna tell the coach that you had an appointment today and that you were going to leave early." He tries to lean in for a hug. But you pull away. He looks at you with a frown. "I'm sorry that I didn't go to the appointment. You know the Olympics are right around the corner, and I need to be extremely ready for it. Do you know how important this is to me!" He replies. You look at him with anger boiling inside of you. "Wakatoshi Ushijima, how do you say your Olympics is more important than your unborn child you raise your voice at him. Something you've never done. Ushijima stands there with wide eyes, and his mouth hung open. He quickly gathers his thoughts as he begins to speak, "Dove, I'm extremely sorr-"you cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, Toshi. You say as you grab onto the nearby railing. Ushijima asks if you're OK you tell him that you see the room spinning as quickly hold you in his arms and care is your bridal style bag to the clinic. He only told his staff that his pregnant wife isn't feeling good. The doctor from before tells Ushijima to come into the room from before. The doctor asked him a series of questions about whether she's been put under severe stress recently. Since the doctor has seen you recently, not even 20 minutes ago. Ushijima explains to the doctor that you guys had an argument. The doctor tells Ushijima that you will be fine as a doctor sees your eyes open the doctor's hands up, and she grabs you some water. Do you think the doctor and she knows it and walked out of the room to give you two some privacy. "My Dove, I'm sorry that I wasn't there, and I'm sorry that I put my sport in front of my child and you. I'm never going to do this again," Ushijima says as he caresses your cheek and kisses you. You smile at Ushijima "the baby is (p/g)." Ushijima smiles as he pulls you closer. "I'm glad you and the baby will always be my first before everything else," he says as he kisses you before leaving the clinic.

Kageyama: It's been three months since you started your birthing classes. You and Kageyama both made a promise that he will attend every single one. That way, he knew what to do whenever you were going to give birth. Except for one thing, he never for filled that promise. During your first week, you introduced yourself. You told him that your husband couldn't be there because he had practiced since Kageyama is a professional volleyball player. Weeks turn into months, and people are starting to think that you were making him up. And rumors began to spread around about you. When you were packing your bags to go home, you overhear these two ladies laughing and pointing at you. We tried our best not to have them get under your skin as you sent them a friendly smile and a goodbye and to stay safe. As you walk in the door to your house, your husband getting water out of the fridge. "where were you" you explain as you walk into the kitchen. "Um, practice," he says nonchalantly, no between gulps of water. "you made a promise that you were going to come to birthing classes with me." you snap at him. "I forgot," he truthfully acknowledges. "Kageyama, you said that last week people are starting to spread rumors about me. They think I'm making it up!"

You explain. "there's a pregnant pause. Your breathing starts to get heavy as you sit down. "Kageyama, can you please get me some water? I don't feel so good." Kageyama quickly gives you a glass of water and looks like you worryingly "you were fine a couple minutes ago, are you OK" "I'm fine. I just feel a little bit dizzy. Can you please just make an effort to try to go to the birthing classes with me please" you utter. He nods as he pulls you in for a hug and kisses you. He asked if there's anything else he can do; you ask for a back massage. A week later, you walk into the class hand-in-hand with your husband smiling. The ladies that spreading the rumors stopped talking when they saw your husband. After class, the teacher tells you how great Kageyama is for the first time being in the class. Do you smile at the teacher, and you look at Kageyama talking with the other dads. With heartfelt eyes, you remark, "yeah, he's great, isn't he."

Tsukishima: "(y/n) can you sit still for a minute? You're distracting me from the documentary." Tsukishima mumbled as he looks at you, his eyes off the screen in front of you. You look at him as your boyfriend's eyes were towards the screen again. You could feel your irritation level picking up due to his comment. It's hard sitting still while you're pregnant. You miss the times you'd been able to watch tv for hours without getting up from the couch or sleeping in a comfortable position like you used to. Yet, it didn't seem as if he was slightly aware of that. With a huff, you angrily burst out, "Oh, I'm sorry, but for your information, this is also your baby. You know, the one who's pressing down on my bladder, the one who's made it difficult for me to walk and find a comfortable position to sit or lay." I didn't mean for you to pop off; you were nine months pregnant you were so over it you just wanted to baby out of you. Sick and tired of the mood swings, swollen feet morning sickness. Tsukishima had taken everything very well, from ultrasounds to rapid mood swings, and he has been very tolerant towards you. Yet, even you noticed that these past few weeks, he'd had enough. "There's no need to remind me." He jeered at you.

"Tsukishima, can you not have an attitude right now" your reply. "I'm not the one with the attitude. And if you have to pee, then just go and stop wiggling." Tsukishima, we blurted out, tugging at the blanket which had been covering the both of you so that he had it all to himself, leaving your legs bare. "Well, you're not the one who's nine months pregnant!" It was the same argument you always used. You told him this when you needed something from him or when you wanted something done, or when you were feeling sad or mad. Tsukishima groaned before hitting back the blanket and getting up. You grabbed his arm and tell him to stop. He looks at you. "Why are you so cranky? Are you going to throw up?"" no," you reply, then why are you always acting like this. I-I you start to see the room spinning around you. You fall forwarded Tsukushima cates you. His eyes are wide open as he looks at you, scared. He grabs you and puts you on the couch. He grabs you a glass of water and checking your heartbeat, and sees if it's steady.

A few minutes later, you start to wake back up again. "Tsukishima, I'm sorry. I've been so upset with my body I look like a pig! I'm heavy, I'm uncomfortable, and I'm sick of it!" You roared. He knew this was getting hard on you, and he did feel bad. He hands you your glass of water, pulling you onto his lap. "It's almost over. You don't look like a pig. You carrying something that is going to be precious to me...To us, you are the bravest person I know for going through all this, and I am grateful for that." Why don't I go run us a bath that way, we can both relax. You don't need the tension over this argument. It already made you faint and want anything else happening to you.

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