jay fingers

I love that Jay immediately reacted and pulled her back when Erin started taking things too far and to an almost violent level and didn’t drop his hands until he was sure she was walking away. It makes me think about how they’re pretty much each other’s anchors - the thing that brings them back to reality and themselves. Like how Erin can get him to back off and follow her with one call of his name, etc. I’ve always found it sweet and it makes me hopeful that they seem to still have that effect on each other.

anonymous asked:

Can i request a Jaypark smut where you're in charge for the night and you overstimulate him (maybe some post-orgasm torture) and he's begging and a mess and y/n is darkskin plus sized girl? I love you're writing!


Eyeing Jay, you could feel yourself getting more upset as he stares at the girl in front of him. You were going to let it go until he licked his lips and that’s when you had enough. Letting his hand go you walked away from Jay and he snapped out of his trance calling your name but it was too late. You didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say anymore. Smirking wickedly as you flipped your hair back over your shoulder swinging your hips you made sure by your walk Jay knew what he did was wrong.

Sitting back at your house, you pondered over what to do to the male. Biting on your lip, you drummed your fingers against your leg humming softly. You loved Jay and there was no question in your mind that he loved you, he just had a habit of looking at everything with legs. Which was not a bad thing, you had caught yourself eye fucking the shit out of Simon for a week straight when Jay wasn’t there or he was busy and you were stuck with Simon, but when he was there your mind stayed focused on him. He struggled with that, yes you were over-weight but you weren’t some horrid creature. You were just curvy and yes you were black it shouldn’t be a surprise, that’s why he was drawn to you because you had what he wanted. But sometimes his mind wandered and for the first month of your relationship you argued about if he wanted you or not. It was so bad you almost broke about it so you agreed for his sake that you would be more confident in yourself. He didn’t always act so rash when it came to looking at other women but in your mind maybe it was time to spice things up a bit. Standing up, you walked towards your bedroom looking at your phone lighting up once again. With a soft laugh, you texted Jay the command to come over night giving him any other insight or explaining yourself because you knew he would be here.

Moving around your room you started to dress yourself slowly in favorite things you knew would make him loose his mind for. Getting out a black lace one piece outfit that had strings along your back keeping it out, you reached your hand down to tie it into a bow around your ass. Your breast stood proudly against the lace, your nipple piercings rubbing against the fabric gently. Shuddering you pulled up some thigh highs that were silk white with bowties on the middle of them. Grabbing at your favorite pair of red pumps you placed your makeup on slowly and sat in your black desk chair waiting for him.

Jay got to your house in under thirty minutes he had been worried and slightly annoyed with you for not returning his phone calls and he had a right mind to put you in your place. He unlocked your door with the keys you gave him, taking off his shoes and setting down his overnight bag because he wasn’t leaving again unless you two got into a horrible fight but he tried to think positive. Jay walked down the hallway slowly, wondering why there was nothing on because you were usually in the kitchen or front room. There was no smell of a cooked meal, and he had to admit he felt a bit empty. Jay saw the light peeking out from the bottom of your door as he advanced down the hallway, pushing it open his eyes met with yours as he took a wordless step back. He knew something was up and it was confirmed with how good you looked in that outfit that you rarely wore.

“What is this?” Jay asked coming inside after collecting himself. His eyes dashing over your plump thighs that he wanted around his waist, how he wanted to press his tongue against your breast. Hold you close and fuck you nice and hard until the bed was protesting from how he slammed into your brown voluptuous body.

“Come in.” You said softly beckoning him forward with a finger. Jay stepped in a bit closer. “Sit.” You pointed to the bed and Jay frowned but sat down nevertheless. Your eyes roaming over his defined figure, a black polo on his body and baggy jeans but fuck did he always look so good to you.

“How are you?” You asked teasing him playing with your nails crossing one leg over the other flicking your tongue across your bottom lip.

“I’m worried and wondering why you’re acting like this.” Jay sighed ruffling his hands through his long black locks. “Why did you leave like that Y/N? I was so embarrassed.” He groaned softly looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Well that makes two of us.” You cut in eyes glaring at him before you lifted your hands in the air taking deep breaths.

“Excuse me?” Jay asked sitting up straight looking at you as if you had slapped him.

“You heard me. I was really disappointed in you Jay. I thought to myself, damn not this again. My man is doing it again? But anything for a fat ass, right?” You asked laughing softly. Realization slowly etched onto his face as he crumpled and leaned forward trying to explain himself.

“Baby-“ You cut him off lifting a hand up and Jay could feel his cheeks heat up at how you were acting.

“Nope. No baby this and baby that. You do the same thing every time and you expect me to be okay with it. I had to look in the mirror and tell myself it wasn’t me. Because it’s not, and I would hope if you were bored with me then you’d know not to let the door hit your ass on the way out.” You said simply placing your hands down in your lap crossing them as your eyes roamed his figure.

“Of course you know I’m not bored! Or I wouldn’t be here!” Jay shouted and you nodded your head smirking.

“See, you’ll tell me whatever I want to hear just to keep me happy and get your dick wet huh?” You asked as your eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Alright fuck this I’m out if you want to act like that I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jay got up to leave and you waited for him to get to the door, anger washing over you as you tried to control it, taking one deep breath you called out his name.

“Park Jaebum. If you walk out that door you are never coming back, not tomorrow or next week. And I’m never going to find you either. You can start packing up all your shit if that’s the case because baby I don’t need you.” Getting up out of the chair, you pressed your hands down against the dresser pushing one leg back from the other. You knew he loved these games of push and pull, usually he was daddy for a good reason but tonight you wanted to change that. It was risky, and you didn’t know how it would go but seeing him freeze and turn around to look at you with pleading eyes that held a fire you knew you were doing good.

“What do you want me to do then Y/N? You’re basically calling me a liar and trying to say I don’t love you when I damn well know my heart.” Jay half raised his voice as his face turned red.

“You’ll do anything I say?” You asked arching your back a bit bouncing lightly on your heels back and forth, Jay couldn’t help how his eyes trailed down to your plump bottom that he wanted to smack, he was almost at a loss for words thinking about how it would be to have your ass bouncing back on his dick as you wrapped your silk like walls around him.

“Baby, my eyes are up here.” You teased him but pressed your breast together giving him a wild smile as your hair fell into your eyes. Jay was hooked, sighing he leaned against the door frame.

“Yeah, whatever you want I will do it.” He lifted his hands in defeat.

“Strip then.” You commanded. Jay looked at you, about to ask if you were serious but he saw the look on your face. Rolling his eyes, he stripped off his shirt throwing it onto the floor, his muscles and abs on display decorated by dark ink.

“Good boy. Pants next.” You nodded with your head and Jay rolled his eyes.

“Fuck that you’re not treating me like a child.” He said at the door way.

“Saying the man acting like a child. Either drop those pants or get out. I’m sure Simon would love to do it for me.” You hit below the belt and in the back of your mind fear screamed for you to shut up because if he left you would be a sobbing mess on the bed. Jay was livid beyond words, looking at you for a long hard time and he almost made you back down. But you remembered a few words is nothing compared to a few looks. Tilting your head, you looked in his eyes waiting for his move. Jay shook his head undoing his pants he dropped them down to the floor stepping out of them.

“On the bed, please sir.” You tried a different approach until you got him where you wanted him. Jay watched you before he slowly took his time to get on the bed, moving to lean his back against the headboard.

“Gotcha.” You thought as you moved towards him slowly, straddling his waist you cupped his cheeks softly looking in his eyes. Jay leaned into your touch but you saw the defiance there. Licking across his bottom lip you initiated a kiss between the two of you that was anything but slow and gently. His plump lips smacking against yours, his teeth clamping down on your bottom lip calling your submissive side out with his actions. Your hands tangled in his hair for a bit pulling on the strands as you kissed him back. After a while you rolled your hips down against his, creating a soft friction for the both of you. Your hands moved to grab at the handcuffs you placed under the bed. You lifted his left arm up, taking a somewhat deep breath against his lips you handcuffed his left arm to the headboard. Jay was caught off guard cursing giving you time to reach over to the other side and grab the other handcuff almost running out of time as you struggled to cuff him down. Rolling off him you watched as Jay looked at you with a death glare.

“Is this funny to you?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I’m all about being serious right now. I’m punishing you to deny you of the things you really want. Because I can’t break up with you I fucking love your dumb horny ass too much but if you don’t get it right this time then I will let you walk out that door and never come back.” You admitted as you walked to your desk grabbing a long white feather. Jay kept his mouth shut, though he was feeling angry he told himself that no matter what it was better than a breakup. “All the things I’m going to do to you.” You admitted sitting the feather down on the bed. You walked out of the room making your way to the kitchen grabbing your cup of ice from the freezer. Smirking you moved to turn the stove on low heating up food you had cooked for Jay much earlier in the day tricking him into thinking he had nothing because you were sure after this he would have an appetite and you may not have legs. Yours hands searched the fridge for your whip cream and a cherry popsicle that had ice cream on the inside of it. Making your way back to him you put everything down crawling on the bed between his legs. Spreading them open you pulled down his boxers until he was left in nothing, Grabbing the popsicle you unwrapped it looking at Jay.

“My baby isn’t hard yet so, we need to fix that.” You cooed out, licking on the frozen substance until it started to melt you placed it on his lower stomach close to the base of his dick. Jay bit harshly on his bottom lip jerking at the cuffs but you tried not to focus on what he was going through. Your hand grabbed at your feather, running it up and down his abs and over his nipples. You watched his body become littered in goosebumps soft reluctant moans falling from his hips as his head rolled back. Smirking you pressed the feather against his twitching member, rubbing the tip of the soft item against the opening of his dick head. Jay cursed jerking his hips and you enjoyed every moment of it, circling the feather around his tip as his member jumped. Your free hand grabbed at his balls and you played with him watching him moan and writhe against the bed.

“Does it feel good baby?” You asked him with a wicked smile, he growled at you, wanting to say more but you started to drag the feather up and down the underside of his dick near his sensitive spots and veins. The popsicle slowly melted on his skin, you leaned down to lick up some of the sticky substance letting your tongue lick around his base. Letting your hand go from his balls you gripped at the popsicle rubbing it up and down his shaft coating him with it before you let your tongue lean down to flick across his balls quickly. Wrapping your lips around them sucking on each one, gently nibbling on the sack as your tongue drug across it. Jay was bucking his hips up into nothing but air, the feather tickling him and making his back arch. You moved your mouth to lick under his dick attacking his personal sensitive special spot sucking on it. The feather went to his balls, Jay rolled his back as precum oozed from his tip. You licked your way up to the top licking him clean and nibbling on his head, wrapping your lips around him to give a few sucks before he was cursing out your name spilling his cum into your mouth. You were shocked at how easy he gave it, but greedily you lapped at the bitter sweet substance that painted your tongue.

Pulling back, you sucked a bit on the popsicle rubbing the rest of it up and down his chest until it was all smeared. You leaned forward to lick it off your tongue dancing across his skin that was still shuddering and trying to calm down. You moved the feather to tickle at his limp member getting it hard again. Reaching over for an ice cube, you rubbed it around his tip causing Jay to cry out in short pain, the freezing block of ice hurting a bit. You loved it so much, he shook his head no not wanting the stimulation but you kept it there until it was melted water. Leaning down you lapped at it licking the water from his tip. You gripped at another ice cube but pressed it into your mouth this time. Sucking on it letting it melt on your tongue you blew cool air onto Jay’s penis watching the member becoming even harder and red at the tip. Smirking you opened your mouth letting some of the water fall onto his shaft making a loud slurping noise. Jay groaned shuddering and watching you, his hair starting to fall into his eyes. You waited until the cool ice was gone, instantly leaning down you wrapped your cold lips around the hardened shaft. Bobbing your head up and down you worked yourself up to deepthroating him and letting him rest at the back of your throat for periods of time. Swallowing around his shaft and hollowing his cheeks. You took your mine with him, your tongue moving to lick from side to side under his dick, wrapping around it and licking across his tip. You loved how he cried out for you, how his hands fisted and he lightly pulled on the handcuffs. He was moaning your name louder, his chest rising and falling quickly, little beads of sweat collecting on his body and you were more than proud with what you were doing. Staring to make slurping noises on him you bobbed your head up and down faster, your cheeks hollowing out some so that you could create a tighter suction space for him. He was trying to not rut his hips but you encouraged him grabbing one of his hips to help him push up against your face. Gripping at an ice cube you placed it against the underside of his dick rubbing it down to his balls and back up, the spit from your lips dripping down to the base of his shaft, and against his balls. Jay’s head rolled back, mouth agape as he gave out another shuddering cry and came again, his hips snapping up against your face as he emptied his load.

“Baby please.” He stared in a cracked voice, his mouth falling open as you pulled back and cleaned him off for a second time. You shook your head getting of the bed going to get your vibratex from the closet. Pulling it up into the wall beside the bed, you let the setting rest on high, rubbing it up and down the underside of his dick. Jay cried out as his body became red, you knew it was probably hurting him because he never came so much back to back and it was going to get harder for him to do so.

“It hurts baby please, I’m sorry.” Jay begged but you weren’t listening. Climbing back on the bed you grabbed at the whip cream, shaking it up you popped the top off spraying some on his chest and on his thighs. Your tongue slowly flicking across his skin, marking your territory with your teeth as you bit down on parts of his body. Your mouth playing with his nipples. Leaning down you cleaned the white substance from his thighs pressing the vibrating head against his balls watching his feet plant into the bed as he lifted his hips. Your mouth planted wet kisses along his skin until you were breathing in his scent at his neck, sucking little hickeys on each side, finding his spots easily you played with them moaning against his ear to tease further.

You pulled back, looking down at an angry red shaft, you gripped him by the base of his dick pressing the vibrating head fully against his slit opening. He gritted his teeth you could see the pain from the overstimulation in his face. He wanted relief and to not cum again but you had plans for at least two more rounds. Letting his dick go, you grabbed at the feather rubbing it up and down his dick to tickle him. Your hand dropped the feather, gripping his large appendage with your hand you jerked him off quickly, letting the vibrator stay against his head. Jay couldn’t help but snap his hips up though he was hating this. He could feel his lower stomach tighten up and he tried to tell you in so many cluttered words to stop but you weren’t listening. Having too much fun and enjoying his pleas of cries for you to stop. You leaned down licking across his lower stomach biting on the skin and nibbling at his hips, you pulled back the vibrator from his tip watching as the cum spilled from his dick. You groaned softly leaning down to lick it up slowly, turning the vibrator off you stood up and started to undress yourself slowly. Jay shed a single tear, his body shaking as he took deep breaths and tried to steady himself.

You moved to take your clothes off piece by piece, until you were just left in your thigh highs moving to straddle him again. You placed his tip against your soaked folds, rubbing your wet slit, you mewled in pleasure rolling your head back, you were enjoying it too much to the point you were going to cum like that. Moving to lower yourself onto him, moving to grab the key from under the pillows you started to free him but it was a bad mistake. Jay flipped you over and he started to pound deep into you, his hands gripping onto your hips into a bruising manner.

“Fuck this shit hurts so bad, but I’m going to fuck the hell out of you I promise.” Jay growled, slapping his hips against yours. His mouth leaned down latching onto your nipples he sucked on the plump flesh, moving to grab at your ass cheeks slamming you down onto his shaft. His hips connected with yours he made sure that he didn’t break the contact with you. His dick brushing against your silk walls as you wrapped tightly around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he slammed deep into you. Your hips felt sore, your hands moving up to scratch down his biceps as he pressed against you. He leaned down connecting your lips, his tongue shoving into your mouth to create a heated frenzy. His hand moved to slide against your clit up and down the pink bud harshly. Your hips bucked up against his, little cries escaped your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching your body. Your hips rolled against his as he fucked against your spot, your body was becoming succumbed to the pleasure, your hands moved to scratch down his back, pulling him close to you as he pounded you into the bed.

“Jay-Jay!” You cried out shaking under him, as your orgasm ripped through yourself. You shook under him squeezing around his shaft as he milked you for everything you had. He buried his head in your neck, continuing to rut his hips against yours he spilled his cum inside of you, only a few thick ropes coming out due to how many times he had came. He rocked his hips slowly against yours before he fell on you. You smirked rubbing your hands up and down his back kissing on his jaw slowly. He rolled off you pulling you to his body.

“How do you feel?” You asked softly cupping his cheeks peppering him with kisses.

“Like if I cum again all that will come out is a white flag with the words bang on it.” He admitted with a soft chuckle and you covered your face shaking your head.

“Then we don’t have to do it for a while, I made you food.” You smiled drawing your fingers against his tattoos.

“Oh baby girl.” Jay said gripping at your chin making you look in his eyes. “You better hope that after I eat my body doesn’t feel replenished. Because I’m going to make sure that you’re crying when I’m done.”


Punishment | Bruce Wayne

IMAGINE acting out and bruce makes you join YJ
probably spelling/grammar errors

“You’re not my father, Bruce!”

The two of you were stunned into silence. The words tasted like venom, but it was nothing compared to how Bruce’s demeanor changed. His shoulder’s straightened, fingers curling into fists, face blank behind his cowl. He seemed…different. You looked away, huffing, and peeled off your domino mask. You wanted to apologize, but he beat you to it.

“No more patrol,“ He said.

“You can’t be serious!” You scoffed in disbelief. “All I did was break the guy’s wrist. It wasn’t like I killed him!”

“We’ll discuss a more appropriate punishment tomorrow,” He spoke in a monotone, avoiding eye-contact.

“Fine,” You clenched your fists and took a step back, “Whatever.”

It seemed like all the two of you did was fight. He watched you leave, waiting until you were completely out of sight to let out a long, tired sigh. He tugged off his cowl and tossed it to the side. He wanted to laugh at how similar you were with Jason. Both stubborn as hell. You were his sibling after all. Jason. This all started after… He couldn’t even think about it. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to be there for you.


“This is Bluejay,” Batman greeted, his grip tightening on your shoulder. “They’ll be a temporary member until further notice.”

"Temporary member?” Aquagirl questioned.

“Until I can learn to listen,” You sighed. “Y'all are stuck with me.”

No one dared go against Batman, but his decision to place on the team–even if it was temporary–came as a surprise to the team. It was barely a few months after Robin’s unexpected death and now you were joining? It didn’t make much sense.

La'gaan took a step forward, outstretching his hand in a formal greeting. “Welcome.”

“Thanks,” You said unenthusiastically, ignoring his hand.

“Well…” Nightwing clapped his hands, chuckling. “That’s enough excitement for today. Garfield, mind showing Bluejay to their room?”

“Sure!” Garfield jumped towards you, throwing an arm around your shoulder and began pulling you away from the group, “Just this way!”

“The rest of you-” Nightwing faced the team- “Go home.”

They nodded off, listening to their leader’s orders. Karen grabbed Mal’s hand, tugging him towards the zeta-tubes; Tula shared a look with Garth and Kaldur, grinning as she grabbed their arms and pulled them away; La'gaan laced his hand with M'gann, smiling gently and pulling her away; Conner grumbled to himself, turning on his heel and heading for his room; Batgirl, Nightwing, and Batman were left.

“What’s going on?” Batgirl questioned, arms crossed and concerned.

“Ask him,” Nightwing ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the dark knight.

“They’ve been taking the job too far,” Batman finally spoke. “Not listening. Arguing. Sneaking out. Picking fights. They’re here for their own good.”

“Wait-” Nightwing furrowed his eyebrows in unbelief- “Are you sure this is the same Y/N we both know?”

“That doesn’t sound like them…” Batgirl muttered.

“No,” Batman shook his head, “It doesn’t.”


“Hey, Jay…” You brushed a finger against the headstone, sighing. “Guess what Bruce did; he sent me away. Not that I blame him.”

Three weeks into your punishment, you figured it wouldn’t be too much of a risk to head back to the manor for a brief moment. You refused to break down. Between the two of you, you were always the one to maintain their cool. Without a half-hearted sigh, you lowered yourself onto the soil and laid back. You gazed up at the night sky. The team was off on a mission, which gave you the opportunity to be her right now. You wondered how they were doing. Hopefully, they were okay. For a long while, you were able to lay there in peace.

“You’re supposed to be at Mount Justice.”

You scoff. “What’s it to you?”

You looked away from the stars to look at Bruce; his cape bristled against the wind as he glowered down at you. You didn’t move from your spot as you continued to stare at him. This wasn’t the confrontation you intended. You expected to fight, the occasional prissy teenage comment, the “go to your room” response. Instead, Bruce only sighed and took off his cowl.

“Each time you go rogue, there’s a price to pay. And it’s not cheap.” His words may have been harsh, but his tone was soft.

“I was there,” You said, “I could’ve saved him.”

His gaze drifted towards the stars. Without so much as a thought, he lowered himself beside you. His back rested against his father’s gravestone as he thought over his next words carefully. “In this line of work, we can’t save everyone. Not even those we hold close.”

“Do you think he blames us?” You whisper. When Bruce doesn’t answer, you sit up. You move until your leaning against his side and he wraps his arm around you. “I didn’t mean it; when I said you weren’t my dad. I was angry, but you are my dad, Bruce.”

“It’s okay,” He says, holding you tightly, “If you need to be angry, be angry. Be sad. Cry. It’s okay. Just don’t take it out on the people around you, okay?”

“Okay,” You reassure. “Can I come home now?”

He chuckles. “I’ll think about it.”

march 17th 2017

Blind As A Bat

You have had a long week trying to prepare for a presentation that was supposed to be the turning point in whether you could be promoted as your company’s director. Hell, you’ve been having a long week for the past three months trying to get this shit together. You’ve worked so hard for the company that when they offered you to do this job, you couldn’t say no.

Although Jay has been expressing his support for your career, you couldn’t help but feel guilty about not being able to spend time with him as much as you’d like. He was busy too with the new ventures he’d setup apart from his label. You were scared that work would eventually put a wedge between your relationship.

“I hate adulting,” you sighed as you and him were working through your breakfast on the kitchen counter.

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Bachata night

Request from Anonymous: Can you do a scenario where simon or jay tries to dance bachata one night at a club and it isn’t going well. So then he gets a lil mad/ irritated. With his latin s/o. Is it okay if you can make it a lil fluffy then romantic. Sorry if this a lot or doesn’t sense💕💕 

I wasn’t sure what the bachata dance is so I went on Youtube and search ‘bachata dance’ and this video was the first one on the list. Might wanna take a look at that vid, if you’re curious :) 

DJ Pumkin was standing on top of the stage as you look down at the dance floor. It looked like every person was either grinding on the next person or just jumping up and down. To be honest, you found them sloppy because some of them weren’t even dancing to the beat. It made you cringe on the inside. 

“What’s with the sour face baby?” you jumped as the voice sent you shivers down your spine. You turned around and saw it was no other than your slightly drunk boyfriend, Jay Park. 

“I can’t stand looking at people who has no ritmo. Like seriously, how hard is it to dance to a beat,” you complained. Laughing, Jay told you, “Baby not everyone is a good dancer as you. Cut them some slack”. You pouted at his comment and turned around to face the crowd again. Your eyes were now set on a couple. She had her arms around his neck and he had his around her waist. Both were swaying out of sync, she was moving her ass instead of her hips, and his hands kept dropping below her waist. 

Mira esos dos,” you leaned into Jay and pointed to the couple, “They cannot dance at all!”. You heard Jay laughing in your ears. He always found it cute when you point out the silliest things in people. 

“Aye babe. Don’t be too mean. They could be just beginners, like me. So if you’re laughing at them, you’re laughing at me,” Jay told you as he rested his chin on your shoulders. 

“But..I get so riled up when I see people like that and Jay, you’re doing well. For a b-boy like yourself, you’re picking it up real fast,” you complimented him. Jay had been learning the bachata and you were the one teaching him. “Wanna show them what you learnt so far, Jay?” you suggested. You heard a scoff in your ears so you turned around. Jay was smiling but he was looking down at the dance floor. “Please please please,” you begged. 

Jay turned his eyes to you, “Fine, but what do I get in return?” he asked slyly.

“I won’t too hard on our lessons, okay? I’ll go easy from now and plus, if you do well I’ll give you massages for a week,” you bribed him. 

“Fine,” Jay said under his breathe. 

You squealed and gave Jay a peck on the lips before turning to Pumkin

“Hey there DJ, can you play Pegate Mas by Javier Roman next,” you handed him your phone and he connected it to the controller.

When you turned around you saw Jay downing a drink.

“Really? I turn around for like a minute and you have a drink already,” you scolded jokingly at him.

“Whatever does the job, baby,” he told you as he put his arms over your shoulders. Both of you began to head down the stairs towards the dance floor. 

Once Pumkin saw the two of you ready, the song that you told him to play began to faded in. 

“Ready?” you asked Jay as he put his hands on your back. 

“No but fuck it. Let’s do this!” he eagerly told you. 

You winked at him as you stood close to his chest and placed your hands lightly on his chest. You could almost feel his heart pounding against his rib cage. You moved your hips against the beat as Jay mimicked your movements. His hands lightly pressed against your waist and back and you smiled at him. You saw from his eyes that he was trying so hard to concentrate. 

When it got to the part where you dipped your lower body down, Jay didn’t hold onto you tight enough so you nearly fell. 

“Sorry..” he muttered as you tried not to laugh. 

“It’s okay, just continue,” you told him quietly in his ears. 

The dance continued without any problems but when it came to the parts where Jay had to guide you and where the footsteps got complicated, he messed up. Whenever he messed up, he swore loudly. 

“Shit!” he yelled out when missed a step.

“Fuck!” he yelled out when he forgot to pull you back in after spinning you out.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled out when he spun around and nearly hit someone.

“Oh my god!” he yelled out when he nearly stepped on your toes.

“God dammit!” he yelled out when he misplaced his hand movements. 

After a few more steps, you stopped and couldn’t help it but to laugh at him. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. 

“Baby..look at me, baby,” you held onto his shoulders, “You’re doing great so stop stressing”. 

“Great?! I’m messing up everything and I’ve stepped on your toes like a million times!” he complained as he put his hands over his head, “And these people keep looking at me”.

Again, you burst out laughing with tears in your eyes. Jay frowned when he saw you laughing and decided to head back to the DJ booth, but you ran after him.

“Jay, come back here” you told him as you held onto his wrist. Jay’s eyes didn’t meet yours when you faced him. “Don’t be mad. You were doing fine and when did you start to care about what other people think of you,” you told him. 

Jay huffed as he pulled away from your grip. He was acting like a child who wasn’t allow to have seconds. You ran after him again and this time, you stopped in front of him with your arms opened. Not letting him pass you. 

“Move,” he uttered. 

“O que?” you beckoned back.

“Stop trying to make me dance that stupid dance. I don’t want to anymoreeee,” he whined in a child-like manner. 

You smiled at him and grabbed both his hands. 

“Just one more try, okay? I’ll try to help you in any way,” you reassured him.

Jay swayed his arms and yours back and forth and decided to give it another chance.

“Fine but I better get like 10 massages a day,” he leaned forward and his forehead met yours. You grinned happily and lead him back to the dance floor.

You gave Pumkin at signal to replay the song and hoped no one in the crowd would mind. You could see Pumkin nodding at you and saw that Loco, Gray, Simon and Wegun were now beside him. Each had their phone cameras out ready to film the whole thing. And as usual, Gray started his Instagram Live. Jay stuck his middle finger at them before turning to your attention. 

“Okay, ready baby? Remember to try and count the steps in your head,” you looked in his eyes as he began picturing the images of the steps in his head. You had actually drawn out the steps on cards for him and he put them together so it like a story board. “Just relax, breathe and have fun”. 

“How can I relax when I know the guys are filming us? They will be using it to blackmail me” he blurted out. 

“Aye, relax Jay. And if they’re filming you, isn’t this your chance to show them what you got? Show them they will have nothing to blackmail you with, okay?” 

Jay took a deep breathe and the song began to fade in. You nodded your head to the beat as you counted in. 

“5, 6, 7, 8″

Jay also counted in under his breathe. 

This time Jay’s hands were confidently placed on your waist and back. He pulled you closer and you could feel his confidence building. He wasn’t afraid to move to the music and he was actually the one leading this time. You couldn’t help but to feel proud. He was getting the hang of it. 

When it came to spinning you back into him, you spun a bit to hard and actually bumped into his chest. 

“Oww” he joked.

“That’s for the one of the times you stepped on my toes,” you jokingly told him as you moved your hips and upper body against the beat. 

The dance continued and other people began circling around the two of you. Some even had their phone cameras out. The two of were lost in each other’s presence and for some parts you improvised a few moves. Jay grinned at your improvisation and he too, also added a few b-boy moves. Nearly the end of the dance, Jay did his famous one handstand. Every one in the crowd cheered as you went to place a kiss on his lips. 

“Did I do a good job, baby?” he asked and you could see his sweat dripping from his neck,

“Sí, hiciste un buen trabajo,” you told him as you wiped the sweat from his neck with your sleeves. 


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Arguing with Jay was an unpleasant experience. Thankfully, it was something that you rarely experienced. Jay was always the chill, loving boyfriend. He very rarely got angry (at you, anyway), but when he did nothing could stop him. He became someone you barely recognized during arguments.

You knew that Jay would never hurt you. But fights always drained you. You tended to avoid them whenever possible. However, it seemed as if this fight was unavoidable. Tensions had been running high between you and Jay for the past few weeks. It seemed as if one bump in the road after another was continually plaguing the two of you. And what was supposed to be a fun, opportunistic evening for the two of you ended in a shouting match.

It had all begun a few weeks prior to the event. Jay had been working on a new music video with a model who was very obvious in her intentions. She completely disregarded your presence and continually threw herself at Jay. He was sure that you were just jealous and had been quick to put you at ease. However, as he continued working with her, your unease only grew. The weeks had been full of tense conversations about boundaries and outside respect for your relationship. But the tipping point didn’t come until you actually arrived at the event.

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Glancing up from your phone, you find your nearly dressed husband standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He has his chin lifted slightly as he attempts to perfect the knot of his burgundy tie.

“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes, there is no way it’ll get here in that time. Besides, we just ate dinner two hours ago. How can you possibly be hungry?”

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I have not sat down and written something more than a paragraph in the longest time, and boy did it feel good to spend my Sunday doing just that. Inspired by the rain I woke up to this morning and continued to fall steady for the next 7 hours. Also, shoutout to April the Giraffe whose live feed I’ve been watching while I write. All mistakes are of my own accord. 

It is days like today, when the window is copping a hammering of sleet, the sky an unpromising dark grey, and people are huddled around the coffee maker or heater, praying the power doesn’t go out leaving them all chilled to the bone, that Erin Lindsay wishes she was somewhere far from Chicago. California perhaps. Though California has sand, and she’s not a huge aficionado of the tiny granules being in places they should definitely not be. 

Hearing movement in front of her desk, Erin drags her eyes away from the window and the world outside of the 21st, and smiles warmly, kindly – a stark contrast to what she was looking out at just moments ago – towards her partner, sleet crystallising his hair and his nose pink from the cold, who is placing a takeaway coffee cup in front of her, steam escaping the vent in the lid, and her smile grows knowing he’d asked for hers to be extra hot. Reaching for the cup, her smile deepens as the heat instantly warms her fingers. Taking a testing sip, she sighs in content as the warm liquid burns it way down her throat, warming her from the inside out. 

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“If you wanted to hold my hand, you know, you could have just asked,” teased Evie, as she offered it to Jay, waggling her fingers.

“Well, now,” Jay winked. “You don’t say.”