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athingthatwantsvirginia · 4 years

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A Patti Smith Envelope

PART THIRTY-FOUR OF THE DO YOU SEE HER FACE? SERIES

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Original Character (Ella Stevens)

Warnings: anxiety about future, plentiful pop culture references

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: Ella and Jess move into their new apartment.

A newspaper ad circled in red ink had led them to the cozy one-bedroom four blocks over from Truncheon and six blocks from campus. It was only late April, earlier than Ella was expecting for them to find something. But she had finished finals, had booked gigs working at the art camps at the college over the summer. She had a few weeks off to make art, and hopefully help out in Truncheon. After touring the place, it felt right. An excited tightness in her stomach. Jess, too, had squeezed her hand in elation as soon as they walked through the door. The place had built-in bookshelves on the far wall, the bedroom on the other side. Ella didn’t believe in signs, but even she could agree it was as close to perfect as they were going to get.

Luke had offered to help without even being asked. Chris, Matthew, Leo, and Mabel were all participants to different degrees of willingness, and they hardly needed any more bodies. But Luke insisted the minute Jess had told him the moving date over the phone. It was likely he needed some sort of distraction since April had moved to New Mexico anyway. She wasn’t going to be back until the summer. And it seemed neither Luke nor Lorelai had come to their senses about each other yet.

He rolled up to Philadelphia in his truck two hours before they expected him. He claimed moving wasn’t moving if there wasn’t a truck to help out. Packing up all the stuff in the apartment was easier than Ella expected, just as it had been when she moved out of her childhood home. Jess could be cluttered sometimes, but nowhere near the level of Chris, and most of Jess’s belongings consisted of old band t-shirts and marked up books anyway. Ella, likewise, had most of her records stuffed in the back of her car. The dresser fit in Chris’s SUV after a fair amount of squeezing stuff in. The bed was the real challenge. It turned out Luke’s truck wasn’t such a frivolous vehicle, after all.

A drizzle was just beginning to fall from the gray, cloudy sky as they finished moving all the boxes inside. The apartment, on the second floor of some ancient building, was not exactly up to twenty-first century standards. The pipes were old and cobwebs gathered in the corners. A splinter or two jutted out from the worn down wood floors, golden brown under the dim lights. But the bohemian rug and many lamps they’d scouted out from the thrift shop a week earlier were already proving helpful. Boxes, labeled with mostly Jess’s scrawled, cramped handwriting, were stacked high in the corner of the living room, others gathered on the cracked tile of the kitchen counter.

Ella blew the stray hairs away from her eyes, otherwise pulled back in her black bandana. Her bangs were growing longer, and she was just becoming able to fully tuck them behind her ears. Roses of flushed color bloomed on her cheeks, her skin hot and sticky. Chris had already sprawled out on the dark gray couch, Leo on the arm. The couch, too, was secondhand, bought for ten bucks at the ReStore off the interstate.

“You really should be paying us,” Chris huffed, throwing his arm across his eyes.

Ella scoffed from where she was helping Matthew and Mabel unpack the kitchen. There was actually not much to be done, as Jess and Ella were planning on getting most of their supplies in the following days. There were a few mugs, bowls, spoons. “Consider it payback for the amount of times I’ve made you pie.”

“I was under the impression those were ‘no strings attached’ pies,” Matthew chimed in.

“Or, at most, ‘friends with benefits’ pies,” Mabel added.

Ella rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’m taking advantage of all of you. I’m eternally in your debt. But I think we got everything, if you guys wanna get outta here.”

The four of them exchanged glances, eventually coming to a consensus they were exhausted enough to leave and retire to the cold pizza in the fridge at Truncheon. Ella suspected they were excited to have their own rooms for the first night in forever, as Chris had already made work of moving his stuff into Jess and Ella’s old room, before they had even finished moving out. She gave them sweaty hugs and salutes goodbye, finishing with unloading the meager contents of the new fridge.

“Hey, Jess, we’re outta here!” Leo called.

Jess’s head appeared from the doorway to the bedroom. “Good. Better to save yourselves now before World War III breaks out in here.”

From beyond the bedroom door, Luke could be heard grumbling obscenities and fighting with the new bed frame he was struggling to put together.

“See you on the other side, then,” Matthew said, smiling. “Also known as Monday.”

“We’ll see if I make it until then,” Jess shrugged, offering them a small wave. “Thanks, guys.”

“You are not welcome,” Chris grunted, trudging out the door.

Mabel gave Ella one last hug before exiting the apartment, shutting the door softly behind her. A grin broke out on Ella’s face. She and Mabel had gone on more than one lunch together, had even gone shopping once. It was new and Ella was still a bit worried the timid woman would be scared away from a friendship with her, but they were slowly getting to know each other.

As Jess continued grappling with Luke, who went on grappling with the bed frame, Ella finished with their groceries. The kitchenware was more or less unpacked to a decent level. The books were next on her list, followed by the records. Rounding the corner of the counter into the living room, she stopped short of the book boxes.

She put her hands to the hips of her jeans. There were a few water spots on the popcorn ceiling, reminding her of Truncheon. The air smelled cozy, but more of lemon Pledge than anything else. Someone had dusted the built-in bookshelves in the initial flurry of unpacking. During the walk-through of the place, Jess had pointed out the corner next to the couch as the perfect spot for an easel. Looking over it, with familiar furniture moved in, the place seemed more real. Less like a dream for the two of them. The terrace past the small sliding glass door was empty, but she thought maybe they could fit a few chairs. It wasn’t as though the view was spectacular, just a vision of the city street below and the other apartment building opposite. But it was more than enough for two people who had both lived out of their cars for extended periods of time.

An odd sense came over her, one of total novelty. Never before had she had a real say in her home. Her parents lived in the blue house in Stars Hollow before she was born, Lane had moved into her house with Zach and Bryan long before Ella started sleeping on the couch, the apartment above Truncheon had been a simple convenience to everyone involved. But she and Jess had chosen the apartment together. They had admired the cheap price, the proximity to work, the odd seashell tiles in the bathroom. The place seemed to have been built before the contemporary requirements of architectural uniformity. It had a mind of its own inside: a leaky sink and a brick exterior and shag carpet in the bedroom. Not altogether a surprise, considering it was in the artsy housing district near the campus.

“Dammit!” she heard once more from the bedroom.

Heaving a tired but cheerful sigh, she crossed her arms over her Clash t-shirt (borrowed from Jess) and entered the bedroom, to the left of the living room and kitchen, opposite from the tiny bathroom. Luke and Jess were both hunched over the metal frame, trying to hold both the headboard and the footboard up and attach the middle section. Their faces were angry and red, frustration radiating off of them.

“Hey, so, it’s past seven,” she announced, eyebrows raised at their trouble.

Jess jumped slightly, his back to her, at the sound of his voice. The footboard slipped out of his grip.

“Oh, for the love of-” Luke began.

“It’s fine,” Ella interjected calmly, going over and placing a hand on Jess’s upper back. He panted but said nothing as his uncle continued fussing.

“Where did you even get this? There’s no damn instructions!” Luke said, readjusting the hat on his head.

“The discount store,” Jess answered, glaring down at the frame and over at the mattress, which stood leaning against the wall near the dresser. “Not all of us have diner money to fall back on.”

“Anyway,” Ella continued, “I bet we could all use some food. Jess, maybe you could drive Luke down to that place on Birch and get some sandwiches? I can finish with the bed.”

Luke shook his head. “Ella, I don’t think-”

“She probably can,” Jess interrupted dejectedly. “I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s those sculpture classes. But she can fix anything. Not just showerheads and cash registers.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Luke said, raising his hands in surrender and leaving the room. He went to grab his coat from the messy pile by the front door.

Ella stifled a laugh. “My god, he’ll never change.”

“Why is he coming with me to get the food?” Jess asked under his breath.

“Because I think he’ll have a stroke if he doesn’t stop with this bed. And he doesn’t know where the place on Birch is. You do,” she explained, giving him a peck on the cheek before going to try her hand at the bed.

Shoulders sagging with fatigue, Jess gave a begrudging nod, then glanced back over his shoulder. “Fine. Hopefully he’ll be less Vesuvius and more Mauna Loa by the time we get back.”

“Not everyday you hear a good volcano metaphor,” she quipped, assessing the middle section of the bedframe and deciding to take it apart altogether.

“I know. Imagine how dull your life would be without me,” Jess shot back, a small smirk tugging at his lips despite his frazzled state. “Turkey?”

She nodded. “You know me too well, James Dean.”

“Agreed,” he said with a teasing laugh.

“Fuck off,” she replied through a chuckle.

Jess’s smirk grew as he turned on his heel to leave. “Love you back, Stevens.”

. . .

The windshield wipers of Jess’s rust bucket screeched against the glass as he rolled down Birch Street, away from the sandwich shop. A white paper bag full of subs sat in the passenger seat atop Luke’s lap. In one hand, Luke held a bouquet of deep red tulips. Jess hadn’t remembered the florist shop where Ella had worked the previous summer was right down the road from the sandwich place. He’d stopped in for the bunch of blooms as they waited for their order to be filled. The plastic wrapper around the bouquet crinkled in Luke’s fist as he braced himself, Jess rounding a damp corner.

“I told you we should’ve taken my truck,” Luke grumbled.

Sighing, Jess fought to keep his jaw untensed. “My car’s fine. It’s driven us across the country more than once.”

“Before or after it broke down on the highway and Coop had to have it towed back to Stars Hollow?” Luke asked, his voice tired and strained.

“Not sure. I know for a fact it was after you stole my car, though,” Jess retorted, eyes on the slick roads. He wished the radio was on, but the memories of Luke whining about his album choices were still too recent in his mind.

Heaving a large sigh, Luke gave a shake of his head. “Fine. I give up.”

“Thank you,” Jess muttered.

“You’re welcome,” Luke shot back irritably.

But then he looked over at Jess. His hair was no longer greased, his clothes fit better, his eyes were clearer. Most of the time, his brow was no longer drawn in anger or his face a scowl. Even his posture was different; straighter, brighter, more self-assured. And then he thought of Ella. She looked much the same as she had during her last few weeks at work, with her wide smile and loud laugh. The smiles were more frequent, though, and she seemed so relaxed around her friends. Even around Rory she had sometimes seemed a bit nervous to Luke, as though she were worried over a misstep.

Luke couldn’t contain the small grin on his grizzled face. “I’m really proud of you, Jess.”

Snorting a laugh, Jess spared Luke a quick glance before turning back to the road. They were only a few minutes away from the new home, but Philly traffic was never reliable, even on a Saturday. “Let’s put away the pom-poms for now.”

“I’m just sayin,’” Luke began with a shrug, “got your own company, your own apartment with Ella. You really seem to be doin’ great.”

Jess gave a short, humble nod, but took a long pause before he spoke another word. “Lorelai proposed to you, right?”

Luke’s brow crinkled. “Yeah?”

“But you proposed to Nicole?”

“Yeah.”

Humming under his breath, Jess gave another nod. Red brake lights glowed in the rainy evening darkness. “When did you know...how you wanted to propose?”

“Jess, are you gonna propose to Ella?” Luke asked, eyes going wide and smile growing.

“Never said that,” Jess answered nonchalantly, shaking his head. “Just never really delved into that part of your personal history. Figured I’d ask. Maybe I wanna get to know you better, uncle dearest.”

Rolling his eyes at Jess’s old patterns of behavior, Luke didn’t let his smile waver. He looked down at the bouquet in his hand. “Well, considering it was an impulse cruise ship marriage, not a lot of thought went into it. It just sort of happened. If you’re asking me how to propose to Ella-”

“Which I’m not.”

“-then I’d say she loves you and she’ll say ‘yes’ no matter what. And I’d say that you know her better than anyone in the world, and you shouldn’t...second-guess yourself. Do what feels right.”

“And did an Elvis impersonator marry you two on that cruise?” Jess continued.

Luke bit back another sigh. “No, wiseass. It was a regular minister.”

“Huh,” Jess chirped wryly. “You learn something new everyday.”

. . .

Patti Smith spun on the record player as the rain grew stronger outside. Though it was a pain in the ass to unpack the record player, Ella decided it just wouldn’t truly be home without the grace of music on the first night. Luke had left about an hour earlier, though they insisted he could stay over. He said he was nervous enough leaving Lane and Caesar in charge of the diner for one day, and he didn’t want to be late for the morning shift the next day. It made Ella roll her eyes, but eventually she gave up trying to convince him. It wasn’t as though she expected Luke to change his ways. The tulips sat in a mug of water on the kitchen counter, to be placed in something fancier and on something fancier once they actually had a makeshift dining area. For the moment, only the big pieces from the old place and the bed were filling up the small apartment. Ella had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at Luke’s face when he saw she had put the bed together all by herself, finished before they got back with the sandwiches. An expression of extreme frustration had slowly melted into pride. Both were memorable.

Between Jess and Ella, who sat cross-legged on the floor on either side of the coffee table in the living room, was a half-eaten pie. One of the few leftovers from Truncheon they had lugged over to put in the fridge before an actual grocery run. The apple crust was a bit soggy, but the filling was surprisingly good cold. She found herself so wholly content as they sat together: eating pie, listening to records, in the dim lamplight of the first place which was solely theirs. It all struck her with a force she wasn’t expecting. She chuckled to herself as she grabbed another forkful, eating away at the half they had not even bothered to cut but just dug into instead.

“What?” Jess asked through a sweet mouthful, furrowing his brows at her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Doesn’t this all seem a little...surreal to you?”

“Does what seem surreal?”

“Just...we have an apartment together. And you own a business. And I only have a year left of grad school. I just...sometimes I can’t believe it’s happening. I can’t believe it turned out the way it did. You don’t feel that?” she asked, lowering her eyes sheepishly.

He cracked a small, crooked smirk. “I don’t know. I always just sort of thought I’d end up where I’d end up. And here I am. With you. Not a bad place to be.”

She rolled her eyes, a blush coloring her cheeks. “I know about your Kerouac philosophy. But just...when you first met me, did you ever think in a million years this is where we’d be now?”

“I didn’t know exactly where we’d be. But, I knew I’d land somewhere. I didn’t know if I’d land with you, but I wanted to. Maybe it’s a little surreal, but it doesn’t surprise me,” he explained, leaning his elbows onto the scratched wooden surface of the table with arms crossed.

Snorting a laugh at his insouciance, Ella finally locked eyes with him again. “It just feels a little too good to be true, I guess. I mean, you go to school your whole life, you work towards something your whole life. Once it happens, once you’re near the end...I just never thought it would actually happen. I don’t know what’s next.”

She tugged at her earring with her right hand. Jess noticed the chipped blue polish on her nails, though they weren’t bitten down. He couldn’t quite decipher her mood. Not that she seemed sad or distant, but he could tell she was having a hard time articulating herself. And he could tell she was letting an old worry creep up on her; she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He allowed his smirk to grow into a full smile and dropped his fork into the pie tin. “C’mon, you’re gonna figure it out. You know you are. I’m the directionless one. You’ve always been able to do anything. You’re plan girl.”

Ella gave a mirthful scoff. “You’re not directionless, Jess. And I’m not plan girl. Rory was always plan girl. I was try-to-make-it-to-the-finish-line-without-tripping girl.”

Jess hummed thoughtfully, about to reply. But she spoke again before he had a chance to.

“I thought you had a thing for her, y’know,” she said, taking another bite of pie.

“Who?”

“Rory.”

“Really?” Jess asked, and he couldn’t hide the bewildered amusement in his tone. “When was this?”

She shrugged and narrowed her eyes for a moment in memory. “Just when you first got to Stars Hollow. I mean, you hated Dean, and you like a lot of the same things, and you seemed to get along with her.”

“No. It was pretty much always just you,” Jess said, shaking his head slightly. “Maybe we liked a lot of the same stuff, but...I didn’t ever feel like she...got me like you do.”

“Oh, she didn’t, Kurt Cobain?” she teased, raising her eyebrows. She put her fork down in the tin next to his, her stomach full. Her eyes were beginning to get tired, her body starting to ache from the day of moving. She was glad the bed was put together.

He raised his hands in joking defense. “Hey, I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Remember that night she was tutoring me?”

“The night you crashed her car? Yeah, it rings a bell,” she replied.

“Yes, that one,” Jess continued, smiling sardonically at her. “We were talking about the future. And she kept getting on me about how I had to do better and I had to go to college, just like she did, or else I would have no life.”

The smile which tugged at Ella’s lips was slightly bitter but mostly fond. “Sounds like Rory.”

“Everyone in Stars Hollow thought I was the antichrist. Maybe Rory didn’t, and maybe we were friends, but she definitely wasn’t okay with who I was then. Maybe she thought, with enough Schoolhouse Rock videos, she could get me to shape up,” Jess continued, taking small glances out the sliding glass door as he spoke. He could see a sliver of the city lights past another building on the right side. It was better than the bland brick wall and the dumpster which served as his view from the room in Truncheon.

“Hey, she is an amazing tutor. If there was anyone who could’ve converted you to the Ivy League conveyor belt, it was her,” Ella said.

“Yeah, but you and I both know school was never the way I was supposed to go. It was the way you were supposed to go, but you didn’t try to get me to be anything other than what I was,” he told her, voice light but eyes sincere.

Ella felt her heart skip a beat, but shrugged again. “I don’t know. I definitely tried to get you to ditch those CDs.”

“The exception that proves the rule,” he replied.

“Speaking of, I figured out how I’m gonna organize the books,” she said, tossing a look past his shoulder at the empty shelves.

“How is that a ‘speaking of’?” he asked, a confused smirk coming over his face.

“I’m doing genre, then alphabetical order by author. The way you used to do your CDs when we were in high school,” she explained.

“Oh.” Jess had his eyes trained on her, watching as she undid her bandana and ran her fingers through her mess of blonde hair. He chewed on his bottom lip. Then, after a pause filled only with Patti Smith’s poetry, he blurted out: “Y’know, you were the first person I ever said ‘I love you’ to. The only person.”

Her gaze softened and she nodded. “Me too.”

“No, Stevens, I mean anyone. Not just Nora Ephron kind of love. Not family either,” he said, most insistent, though he did his best to keep his tone nonchalant. As though it were just a run-of-the-mill fact about his past.

She stopped for a moment, brow crinkling. “Your mom never said it to you? Not even hippie dippie Liz?”

“No. We weren’t that kind of family. She wasn’t that kind of mom.”

A crease of concern deepened between her brows. Every time it had come up before, she assumed both of them meant romantic love. Familial was a different beast. But she had to remind herself never to assume with Liz, no matter how she seemed. Jess had arrived when Liz was a binge-drinking nineteen-year-old.

Before her brief interlude in the ‘love doesn’t exist’ frame of mind, before her mother’s death, Ella’s world had been filled with ‘I love you’s. Mostly from her mother, in her soft voice, with her delicate perfume. Some from her grandmother, and even from her father. And after, Lorelai had sometimes said them in passing. Rory, too. The three words, no matter how commonplace they could sound, were important, she knew. Especially when they weren’t uttered, or stopped being uttered.

She opened her mouth to say something, then bit the inside of her cheek and hesitated. Rising from her place, she rounded the corner of the coffee table and went over to him. Jess tilted his head at her in askance, but she only answered him by sitting down in his lap, straddling him as their noses drew only inches apart. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and simply hugged him. For a moment, he sat motionless, his muscles tense. It wasn’t the reaction he’d been expecting, if he’d been expecting one at all. But then, he circled his own arms around her waist. They sat there, breathing slow and clinging to each other, for a long time. Patti Smith droned on around them, enveloping them.

Eventually, she pulled away and ran her fingers affectionately through his hair. He looked up at her, unsure of what to say. Fortunately, she took the lead, gaze unwavering as she spoke in her quiet, husky voice.

“Jess, you’re the fucking best. You’re my favorite person. And you’re gonna be hearing ‘I love you’ every day for the rest of our life,” she assured him, matter-of-fact. “So, I suggest you get used to it.”

“Right back at ya,” he replied after an awestruck pause, just before their lips met.

In spite of the fuss over the bed frame, Jess and Ella ended up spending the night on the worn rug in the living room, nearly naked underneath the first throw blanket they could find in the boxes around them.

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psychobhyun · 5 years

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P U N I S H M E N T

Foreword: In her last attempt trying to change you, your mother calls Byun Baekhyun. He will teach you a thing or two about what bad and bratty girls like you deserves.

Warnings: power play, sex toys, spanking, blowjob, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, anal, double penetration, choking, squirting, degradation, voyeurism

Genre: smut

The song Wild for the Night by A$AP Rocky blasted from your speakers after do re mi by blackbear finished. You just arrived home from school two hours ago. You were in detention for violating school rules which are sex in school grounds and wearing skimpy clothes. The guy that was caught with you, a jock named Chanyeol, was with you in there for two hours. Every time the teacher took a toilet break, you’d make out with him or rub him through his jeans.

Of course, that little detention wouldn’t stop you from blowing guys in the boys’ locker room after a game. The sweaty and fast-paced sex have always sent adrenaline rushing into your system. All the players would compliment you about how wet you get just from sucking cock. It flutters your heart with desire and want.

Your parents knew about your bad behavior. The school would’ve kicked you out ages ago if they weren’t big donators for the school’s fundings. It was your last year anyway. You’ve also turned 18, you just have to wait for two more months to graduate.

You opened your bedside table and pulled out a vibrator, immediately placing it on your clit. You put the setting on low, teasing yourself so you can get wet slowly. Your stomach clenches every time your pussy tingles. It feels so fucking good. The music helps mask your moans so you don’t have to worry about being heard.

Suddenly, you hear loud knocking on the door and your mother’s voice calling your name, telling you to come out of your room because someone wants to meet you. God, you thought. Hopefully, it’s not one of those nannies again that your mother likes to hire to help change your attitude.

You try to ignore her persistent calling, but her nagging voice annoyed the fuck out of you so you put down your skirt before opening the door. Your mom was standing, hands on her hips, with a man behind her. He smiled at you, with a look that doesn’t seem threatening. Usually, the nannies would look at you with furrowed eyebrows. This man is refreshing.

Not to mention cute. He was definitely a few years older than you. He was wearing a red shirt, tucked in his brown khakis with what looked like a Gucci belt. Seems respectable, you thought.

“Honey, this is Baekhyun. He is here to help me fix your attitude because I am tired of you!” your mother shouted. You rolled your eyes. What mother gives up on her own daughter? But what did you expect….. she would never care about you. She just wanted to make you marry a rich billionaire so she could go shopping.

Baekhyun offers his hand for a handshake, but you only scoffed and ignored it. Baekhyun chuckles and retrieves it. This isn’t something new to him. “Hello, I am Baekhyun. Nice to meet you,” he introduces himself. You flash him a fake small smile before crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Okay Baekhyun, I’m going to let you do your thing. Honey? Be nice,” your mom says in a warning tone. You let Baekhyun into your room. He looks around. You had pink wallpaper, pink drapes, pink duvet, pink pillows, everything obnoxiously pink. He sits on the chair in front of your study table.

“Your mom called me because she was desperate for your change,” he starts. “Why are you like this, sweetheart?” Sweetheart. You decided that you liked being called that word. Especially by Baekhyun. But you weren’t going to give up your stance just yet. You turned your head to avoid Baekhyun’s gaze.

Baekhyun sighs. This isn’t his first time facing brats like you. No, it’s not. But your body was making his head wander to forbidden places. “Your mother called me because she is ready to kick you out,” Baekhyun explained. You reached for your cigarettes and light one up. You purposely exhaled the smoke right in front of Baekhyun’s face.

“I don’t care if she kicks me out. I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” you reply as you rolled your eyes. Baekhyun coughs a bit from the smoke. “Do you have a source of income? A place to stay?” Baekhyun asks you genuinely. He was right, you thought. You don’t have those things. But it sounded better to you than staying in this hell hole.

“I’m tough. I’ll figure it out myself.” You took a drag of your cigarette once more and blow it upwards. As much as you loved seeing Baekhyun’s reaction, you didn’t want him to be a secondhand smoker like you once were. Baekhyun clicks his tongue. “This bad girl persona is nothing new, princess. You’re just a spoiled brat that needs attention, aren’t you?”

You sit up straight against the headboard of your bed and look back at Baekhyun. He has both of his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He’s looking at you intently. Staring at your hardened nipples that are obviously showing through the thin material of your shirt. “So? Are you a spoiled brat?” You move from your position and try to push Baekhyun, but instead, he pulls you harshly so you’re laying across his lap.

He hits your ass hard, the volume of the slap causing your eyes to widen. He hits you two and three more times but your ass is already turning red. You also can’t help but moan. Baekhyun chuckles at the pathetic sounds you’re making. “Oh, you like that?” He gives no chance for you to recover from the sting and turns you around so you’re laying on your back again. The sensation of the burning surface of your skin makes you flinch.

He yanks your head so it’s hanging from the edge of your bed. He unzips his pants and without warning, sticks the tip of his cock inside your mouth. He had a thick girth. His cock felt heavy in your mouth and wrapping your lips around him was enough to make your jaw ache. Baekhyun shows no mercy as he thrusts into your mouth, giving you short breaks to breathe.

Tears formed on the sides of your eyes from Baekhyun’s rough ministration. You choked around his cock multiple times, but it only causes his eyes to close as he throws his head back in pleasure. Baekhyun appreciates the way your body stretches across your bed. “Touch yourself. Show me how you fuck yourself, brat.” You moan in happiness and rub your pussy lips using two of your perfectly manicured fingers.

After he grows tired, he pulls out of your mouth and moves you around again. This time, you’re on your back again and Baekhyun has completely disposed of his clothes except for his unzipped pants. He had a nice built. Broad shoulders and nicely chiseled abs. Your mouth waters at the sight. He gets on the bed and settles himself beside you, holding your jaw with one hand and pushing three of his fingers in and out of your mouth. You gagged on his three fingers and Baekhyun takes it out, telling you to spit.

You follow his instruction and spit on his hand. He rubs his wet hand all over your face, covering your own skin with your saliva. “Are you a sloppy girl, brat? The kind that drools all over the sight of cock? I bet you are,” This is not supposed to make your pussy pulse with lust, but it does. Baekhyun moves his fingers down and leaves a trail of spit on your skin before fucking your pussy with the previously wet three fingers. He laughs sadistically when he hears your gasps.

Baekhyun spits on his own fingers before he starts fucking you with it again. His fingers are certainly more fulfilling than yours. It stretches you out, but not enough. You need his cock inside you and it was turning you insane how badly you wanted him to just fuck you silly. “Look at me as I finger fuck your cunt, brat,” Baekhyun orders. But of course, you closed your eyes instead to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I said fucking look at me!” he barks. Your eyes shoot open and you look back at his dilated pupils. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and a bit of his black hair was sticking to his face. “I’m coming, Baekhyun!” you wantonly moan. Baekhyun hears you loud and clear. He pulls out his fingers immediately, ruining your orgasm. You groan and curse as quietly as you can.

“I heard that, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make you come when my cock is inside you.” Your legs twitch. They felt like jelly and Baekhyun had only made you suck his cock and finger you. Your attention shifts back to Baekhyun when you see him hold your vibrator in one of his hands. You gulped. He turns it on and presses it against your clit. Immediately, your hips buck and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Baekhyun pulls your body to the edge of the bed again and kneels right in front of your pussy. He blows lightly right on the lips. That alone was enough to make you whine lewdly. Baekhyun slaps your bottom lips and latches his mouth on it, licking and rubbing his face all over your cunt. You can feel his nose occasionally brushing against your clit. The vibrator buzzed away as Baekhyun ate you out.

Your toes curl and your hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator clenches, a tell-tale sign for Baekhyun that you were close. He takes the vibrator from your hand and pulls his face away from your pussy. Once again, he ruins your orgasm. You wanted to hit him for teasing you so much. “Bad girls don’t get to come, princess.” You grunted internally. Whatever method Baekhyun is using to make you succumb to him, it was working.

“What other fun stuff do you own, princess?” Baekhyun cocks an eyebrow at you. You were trying to regulate your breathing. Getting denied your orgasms is definitely taking a toll on your body. He opens your drawers and pulls out a dildo. You could only imagine what he’s going to do with it. He holds the silicone toy and chuckles low on his throat. He notices the suction cup attached to the base of it and walks to your mirror, attaching your dildo on it.

He nudges his head to the direction of the dildo. You completely understood what he meant. This is embarrassing, you thought. Your cheeks felt hot as you slowly insert your dildo inside your hole. It stretches you out just enough, but you were more curious about how Baekhyun’s cock would feel inside you. His member was beautifully adorned with veins.

Baekhyun’s eyes focus on your face as you fuck yourself on the dildo. He loves seeing you hot and bothered with just a toy inside you. “Fucking yourself like a bitch in heat. I would love to see you get fucked by multiple people.” He’s thinking about how bad he wants to mess you up. Wants to see you cry from all the pleasure he’s going to give you. So he stands up and sits down just right in front of you, eyes still staring back at yours.

He holds your throat and presses slightly, decreasing your ability to breathe. Your head gets a little bit lighter and every sensation is prominent. From Baekhyun’s position, he slaps your breasts and you whine. “You love being treated like a whore, right?” Baekhyun asks. The pain causes your nipples to harden nicely. Baekhyun does not forget to pull on one of them to make your whimpers louder.

“That’s it. I’m fucking you.” He pulls you away and the dildo is now abandoned. He wastes no time and pushes himself deep inside you after making you get on all fours. With a scream, you accept his length. “You’re so tight. I thought you would loosen up a bit because of the dildo,” Baekhyun groans when your tight cavern swallows his length with little ease.

You bit your lip momentarily and proceed to explain yourself. “It wasn’t…. in my pussy,” you said shyly. Baekhyun’s eyes widen. “It was in your ass?” You nod and clamp your mouth with one of your hands, embarrassed by the wanton moans you’re letting slip from your mouth.

You look back at Baekhyun despite the impossible angle. Your left cheek was pressed against the mattress and the sounds you were making was muffled from your hand. Baekhyun yanks your body upwards, making your body arch towards him. He pushes three of his fingers back in your mouth again.

His balls were slapping against your ass as the head of his cock nudges your womb. He’s so deep inside you and it makes you feel completely stuffed. His relentless thrusts make your toes curl and cunt clench in pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, he holds your legs with his hands and orders you to put your arms around his neck. He lifts you up and pushes your back against the mirror. “Put that toy back inside your ass, brat. Let’s see you take a fake and real cock in your holes at the same time.”

You moan when your asshole immediately accommodates the dildo back into you. Baekhyun makes you bounce on the toy and him. “I can feel the dildo inside you, pressing against me through your body,” Baekhyun grunts into your ear.

You were already at the edge of an orgasm. Your thighs are shaking from the undeniable need to orgasm. You scrape your nails on Baekhyun’s back and he hisses, understanding that you were close. “Only good girls get to come, princess. Will you be a good girl?”

You muttered a high pitched ‘yes, fuck yes I’ll be a good girl. Let me come, please?’ and Baekhyun smirks in satisfaction. He lets the dildo slip out of your asshole and places you on the bed again, cock still balls deep inside you. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, right hand immediately rubbing on your clit violently to make you squirt.

Liquid gushes out your cunt and you come in loud screams, hands wrapped around your bed sheets. You take big deep breaths as Baekhyun pulls your head towards him, pushing his cock inside your mouth again. Using your right hand, you tug on his cock as you lock your gaze into his eyes.

He finally releases his semen on your tongue. It tasted salty and thick, but you swallowed it anyway. Baekhyun hums in appreciation at the sight. “You’re such a good girl, princess. Only good girls swallow.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around him to give him a kiss. “Liked your punishment?”

“Yes, Baekhyun.”

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You won't believe how this woman transforms college dorm rooms into palatial palaces

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Plastic drawers and beanbag chairs are no longer the norm for dorm room décor. Now it’s all about flufflier-than-clouds beds, custom cabinets, and busts — seriously. The sudden maturity in dorm room décor is in part thanks to a woman named Dawn Thomas.

“I started decorating in 2002 just for friends. My children’s rooms were in the newspaper,” Thomas, owner of After Five Designs Art and Interiors, tells Yahoo Style. “I would do a little bit here and there. It was a hobby.” Today, more than just her kids’ dorm rooms are making news. Her work has been featured in Teen Vogue, on the Today show, and in Southern Living. And for good reason. We’ve never seen such chic and unique décor in such a tiny space. You don’t even notice those basically Styrofoam tiled ceilings and cinderblock walls.

SMU Dorm #afterfivedesigns #afterfivedesiggnsdorm

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College students from all over the country call After Five Designs to do their rooms. And she adds and finds things we thought would be impossible to put in a dorm room — including extra-narrow headboards, chic desk chairs, and even coffee tables. Thomas’s rooms are colorful and full of personality, thanks to monogrammed pillows, velvet desk covers, antique mirrors, and one-of-a-kind art.

This is her second job. “That’s why it’s called After Five Designs,” Thomas explains. She still considers it a hobby. “I take vacation time to do dorm rooms or go to market. It’s truly a hobby.” That said, she’s not going it alone — she’s got a whole team of dorm decorators.

Thomas says she’s contacted by both parents and students, but usually what happens is that girls see her work and show it to their moms, who then call and hire her.

And she does way more than decorate. “We’re installers,” Thomas says. “The students ship me their clothes and everything. We show up with their towels, shower caddies, underwear. They don’t have to move anything in.” Imagine arriving as a freshman to one of these rooms — the anxiety would melt away as you fell onto your very own feathery bed.

“The rooms that turn out the prettiest are the ones who let me do my thing,” she says. “They’ll tell me what their favorite colors are, but they’re not showing me an exact picture of a room I did last year that they want a copy of.”

Dorm Room Time last year we helped with a USC room, Michigan there are no limits. We do the next year condos as well. If we can't be there we will help you every step of the way. But this year #Afterfivedesigns Dorm is offering 2 retail locations 1 at Mustard Seed and 1 in dsquared on the Square, can ship to any location. Everything I use in my rooms will be available for purchase at these locations, you can special order and order online. During orientation I will have a designer intern @janedecleva available for questions you can schedule your appointment by emailing us We also will feature a new line that fits all price ranges email: Afterfivedesigns at [email protected] email if you would like a consultation and go to Facebook AfterFiveDesigns Dorm for new things that are ready for purchase and updates. #olemissdorms #smudorms #alabamadorm #alabamauniversity #rhodescollegedormlife #georgiauniversity #mississippistate #southernmississippi #dormdecor #dorm

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We know what you’re thinking. Sure, you can have this … if you or your parents have deep pockets. But Thomas promises that is not how her business works. “I charge a flat fee. Then they pay the price of the product and the fee for storage and getting it moved.” And she’s not shopping at only high-end retailers. She relies on places like Amazon, Overstock, Etsy, Home Goods, Target, and One Kings Lane.

“When people write these mean comments, like ‘You must have all this money’ and all that, they don’t know what they’re talking about!” Thomas insists. “That’s just not true. I’m paying the same thing for the fluffy rug that they’re paying. It’s not cheap, but if they go into any dorm room décor place and order stuff, our dust ruffles cost the same.” She also points out that decorating a dorm room can have a hefty price tag no matter who does it and makes a case for why she might be your best bet.

“I know what I’m doing — I’ve been doing this 11 years,” she says. “I know ways to do it cheap.” One of her tricks is recycling. “A lot of the stuff can be used over again the next year,” she says. She creates rooms for the same girls year after year, using some of the stuff they had the previous year so as not to incur extra costs. “Most of my girls stick with me. I’d better be invited to most of their weddings,” she says. “And even if I don’t do their rooms, or physically walk in their room, they call or text me and want my advice, and I give it to them free because they’ve become like my children.”

Wow! On Today.com twice in a week no words but to say Thank you! I started decorating dorm rooms as a hobby,it soon turned into a 2 month business using Paid Time Off from a full time job to go on the installs. It is a subject with many opinions but I think it's all about making a beautiful space to leave your child for their next step in life. Please read article. Thank you so much for the support. #manysleeplessnights @afterfivedesigns @todayshow

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Many of the rooms shown on her feed have been reused or sold to other students — yep, the rooms can be bought secondhand. “The room that made it on the Today show twice, I wanted to laugh; it was a hand-me-down!” she reveals. “It’s on its fourth year. There’s one that’s cerulean, and it’s gorgeous — it’s on its third year!”

She remembers one father who was “raising hell” about her bill but then said, “Come year four, I realized we saved money because we’ve used the same stuff; it was all worth it.”

Dorm Rooms can convert and design be used in any room#afterfivedesigns #interiordesign #decor #dorm #decor_for_kids #dormroom

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She notes that a painting at Mississippi State is on its fifth year of use.

Thomas also tries to use things the students can take with them when they move out of the dorms. “My drapes run a little bit more because [with] their 1.5 width, they’re larger than what’s needed, so they can also be used in an apartment. They can cover an 80-inch window.”

And if there are multiple kids in the family, Thomas advises passing on the room or parts of it to other college students, assuming they have similar tastes.

This popped up on my memories today thought I would share since the Dorm Room Meetings have started, this made me a bit sad how fast time has flown by @sydneyturnage @beattycarpenter @carolinehannon

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“You don’t have to have a lot of money for these,” she claims. Last year, she had a pop-up shop where she sold her custom furniture and art (she’s also an artist), “so that people who wanted my look but couldn’t afford to hire a designer could get my look.”

Sure, her rooms look “over the top,” but to her, they’re just “different.”

When asked what’s the most expensive piece she’s ever purchased for a dorm room, she is quick to correct that it’s not always the décor that costs the most. “I go to Bed Bath & Beyond and get all the basics I need for the room — extension cords, bedding. That’s what gets pricey! It’s not over the top,” she insists, even though that’s how many observers describe these dorms. “It’s just that everything adds up.”

Of course, it’s college, so there’s some drama. The biggest issues involve the moms. “When the roommate’s mom doesn’t see eye-to-eye with the mom that hired me, that’s the challenge,” Thomas says.

“I don’t have time to deal with drama, so I tell moms, if they want to use me, they’ve got to be responsible for the other mom and they’ve got to work it out. The other mom might have a little bit of an attitude, but when it’s all done, they melt,” Thomas says.

Dorm Room Series: blush, metallic and Bella Notte is simply beautiful. Elements velvet, metallic, sheers lined with Blackout, cowhide stools, art and sconces over bed. Lighting behind futon for lighting. #decor_for_kids #afterfivedesigns #interiordesign #olemiss #dormroom #dorm #crosbydormroom

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The problem is that roommates are often random, and if you don’t know your soon-to-be roomie’s budget or taste, you can’t assume that she’ll also want to hire a decorator or want the same style as you. When moms or students butt heads, “one mom ends up paying for it all (besides the bedding). One mother might pick up the chest, drapes, paintings,” Thomas explains. “But sometimes I’ll just do one side.”

Another view #dormroom #mississippistate #artist #artistsoninstagram #

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She’s set up rooms with some unusual items — such as Chanel and Louis Vuitton books. “I bought one of those at market, they were so expensive. Some girls want that, so they find them and buy them.” Another time, she used a Trina Turk dress to make pillows that would match a painting. And about the busts: “The girls are more mature now,” Thomas explains. “They want it to look like they’re living in an NYC loft. They follow stars on social media, and that’s what they want.”

Of course, at the end of the day, hiring a company like After Five Designs is not realistic for everyone, which is why we asked for some tips and tricks you can do yourself.

“You can get the most from Amazon now, like the staples — you don’t have to physically go to Bed Bath & Beyond anymore,” she says of her preferred store.

“Everybody wants to know how we make the beds so tall and fluffy — I start with the school’s mattress. Then put Tempur-Pedic memory foam on top, then a 3-inch waffle featherbed, and then a mattress pad. It’s about comfort, but it also makes the bed so poofy and pretty,” she explains.

Dorm Room Booth ready for 2017 season Dust ruffles, quilts I only use queen on dorm beds, ottomans, Euros and foot warmer sets are arriving, we can ship to any location.

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“Everyone wonders where everything is — the bed, the chairs, the desk — I don’t move a thing. Students will get fined if they get rid of anything. We cover all furniture in the room. Desk chairs are hidden under the bed, and I put a prettier one in.”

And she doesn’t shun the dorm room staples of yesteryear, like Command strips and plastic bins — she says they are still “necessary” as long as they are hidden. She suggests putting the bins under the bed.

The colleges are not always on board with Thomas’s dorm room redesigns, so she tries to stay “low key.” But her work is the complete opposite.