So you’re a straight cisgendered person and you consider yourself an ally to the LGBT+ community. But are you, really?? Well, if you commit any of the following cardinal sins, then I would say that’s a definite “NO.” Some of these sins, if you commit them, actually make you an asshole. But you don’t wanna be seen in that light by LGBT+ folk, right?? Well, I’m gonna outline to you some very simple instructions to help clean up your act.
1. Don’t go around telling your gay friend’s sexuality/gender to everyone you know.
I already discussed this earlier. It isn’t your place to be releasing that type of information, even if they told you themselves. And there’s always the off chance that you could be telling someone who’s VERY homophobic. Just let them come out on their own terms.
2. Don’t make LGBT+ people the butt of your jokes.
We already have a tough time in this society with all the hate and violence we receive. Last thing we need is someone making fun of us. And an “ally” joining in (or initiating the joke) is adding insult to injury. And majority of the jokes made by straight people promote harmful and false stereotypes about us. If you’re serious about helping us, don’t be that person. Just don’t.
3. DON’T! LECTURE! US! On how to respond to oppression!!!
We know FULL WELL what we go through and what society thinks of us. If anything, we clearly have a better idea of how we want society to accept us than straight people. So don’t tell us how to act or respond in the face of hate. You are an outsider to the community, and this isn’t something you gotta deal with every day.
4. Don’t fetishize us.
We are normal people just like you. We are not anyone’s circus or zoo, and we DAMN SURE ain’t here to be anyone’s kink. Fetishizing mlm, wlw, or trans people isn’t “being an ally.” It’s gross. It’s dehumanizing. It’s turning normal people into sex objects. Looking right at you, Yaoi and Yuri shippers.
5. Don’t stereotype us.
We aren’t here to serve the “Gay Best Friend” archetype. All we want is to be treated like normal people.
6. RESPECT TRANS/NON-BINARY PEOPLE’S IDENTITY!
Don’t be the asshole that keeps mis-gendering them on purpose based on what YOU think they are. If they say they are different gender than what was assigned to them, then THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE. Respect it!
7. Don’t make jokes about how a Trans person looks better than you, a cis person.
Y’know, the one where you go “Wow, you look so hot for a trans person, and I’m cis and I look ugly lol.” By saying that, you’re implying that all trans people are supposed to be uglier than cis people. Your statement is actually a veiled transphobic insult. A simple “You’re beautiful” will suffice.
8. DON’T ask a trans person what genitalia they have.
Regardless of if they fully transitioned or not, it’s none of your business.
9. Don’t ask gay people about their sex lives.
Don’t go up to a gay person and ask them “Are you a top or a bottom?”, “Who’s the man and the woman in the relationship?”, or “What’s gay sex like?” Our sex lives are none of your business. We are under no obligation to tell you intimate stuff like that.
10. Don’t sit there idly while we are under attack.
If you see a queer person getting harassed, either verbally or physically, DON’T JUST STAND THERE. DO SOMETHING!!!! SAVE THEM! The situation is only gonna get worse. Silence perpetuates violence.
So yeah, those are the Ten Commandments of being an Ally. But one could also sum up these Commandments as simply this: JUST DON’T BE AN ASSHOLE.
Summary: Going on Holidays with the Holland family sounds fun, right? It is. But it is also very hard when you’re in love with your childhood friend Tom.
Words: ~ 3000
A/N: I’m so sorry for not posting anything for such a long time. I have to concentrate on school at the moment. Anyway, I hope you like this imagine. :)
The car door slammed shut and Tom turned his head with a swift move to look at me. “I already miss her.”, he pouted and I shook my head, chuckling.
“Tom, Haz is going to take very good care of her.”, I assured him and he nodded slightly before turning the key to start up the engine. “Yeah, but you know what Tessa is like. I wish we could take her with us.”, he mumbled, looking over his shoulder before leaving the yard.
“We’ll be back in 10 days. It’s not like your shooting a movie in America.”, Tom nodded at my comment and looked at me briefly to smile at me.
“I’m so glad you’re joining us, darling. At least I have one of my favourite girls with me.”, his thick accent made his words even more adorable and I chuckled, looking out of the window to hide my blushing cheeks. I loved how the word darling rolled of his tongue and I loved it even more that he always called me that. When we were 7 he learned that you say darling to a loved one and since then he only called me by my name when he was either angry or flustered.
A couple of hours later, it was 2 am, my alarm went off and I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I had gone to sleep around 10 pm, trying to get some energy for the flight but since I had spent some time on Instagram again I was still very tired. And I snuggled back into my sheets before my brain had processed why I was awake at this time. I was flying to Tenerife today!
I got out of the bed, putting on the clothes that were hanging over the chair: a black pair of sweatpants, a simple grey shirt and a dark grew hoodie that I stole from Tom a couple of weeks ago.
After brushing my teeth and splashing some cold water into my face, I could still feel fatigue in my eyes but I knew it wouldn’t go away for now. I grabbed my toothbrush and my charger and pushed them into the depth of my backpack, knowing that I wouldn’t need them in the next hours. Then I went downstairs and opened the fridge to get the lunch pack I had prepared.
The doorbell made me jump slightly, seeming so much louder than normally. My parents were on one of their usual work travels, leaving me alone at home. I was used to being alone but I remember a time when I used to sleep over at the Holland’s house when I was younger, too scared to fall asleep in a big empty home all by myself.
I opened the door to see an excited Tom, a wide grin on his lips. He wore black, comfy trousers with a dark plaid shirt and a black jacket and I couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked. “Wow, darling, you look…. very tired.”, he laughed and I rolled my eyes before a yawn escaped my lips.
“I just rolled out of the bed.”, I mumbled and he nodded his head.
“I can see that!” I playfully hit his chest before I turned around heading towards the small bathroom. “I’m just going to the loo. I’ll be out in a sec.”
I only got an hum as an answer and when I came back, Tom wasn’t there anymore and I threw my backpack over one shoulder before closing the door behind me and locking it.
It took a total of 10 seconds to get to the Holland family. Dom already sat on the driver’s seat, Paddy behind him with his head resting against the window, Harry sitting on the other side of the car while Sam sat in Tom’s car with Tom on the driver’s seat. I saw Nicki locking the door before I sat down on the passenger seat which Tom always saved for me. “Hi, Sam.”, I greeted him and he only hummed a tired “Hey, Y/N.”, his head falling against the window. The ride to the airport felt like 5 minutes since I had fallen asleep immediately and now I felt a hand on my right arm, shaking me slightly.
“Hey, darling, wake up.”, Tom’s soft voice lingered in my head, “We’re at the airport.” I opened my eyes and blinked before I grabbed my backpack and left the car. Tom was standing right next to me, staring at me with these dark brown eyes before Sam broke the silence, “Mum just texted me. She wants us to wait at the main entrance.”
Tom only nodded, laying his hand on my backpack and signalling me to go first. We got our suitcases out of the trunk before pulling them behind us and heading to the main entrance. The bright light in the huge airport was hurting my eyes since it was such a difference to the dark night and it only made me want to snuggle back into bed even more. I stood next to Tom, who was telling me something I couldn’t concentrate on before I closed my eyes. Blindly leaning into Tom’s chest, his arms wrapped around my neck instantly while mine hung down lazily.
“I want my bed.”, I muffled into the crook of his neck.
“I guess I’m gonna be your bed for the next two weeks, right?” I nodded, too tired to answer him while he ran his fingers through my hair. There was silence between us, distant talking and some announcements filling my ears.
“You’re so warm… and comfy.”, I told him, my hands sneaking around his hips under his jacket, “and you smell sooo good.” I enjoyed the warmth and the tingly feeling in my stomach which I always felt when our bodies touched but Tom pulled back suddenly and I turned around to see the rest of the Holland family tiredly pulling their suitcases over to us.
“Finally! I’ve been third-wheeling for the last ten minutes.”, Sam laughed and I chuckled nervously, feeling a blush form on my cheeks while Tom’s hand was still glued to my arm.
We checked in, handing in our suitcases at the counter. After getting our tickets, we went over to the security control. It took us for ever to take turn before everyone got a box, getting all the electronic devices out of the backpacks.
I watched Tom’s jacket getting stuck on his wrists before he put it into the box. And then he grabbed the hem of his shirt, ripping his plaid button up shirt open in a swift move while looking down and biting his lip. If this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen than I would be lying to myself.
“You okay there, darling?”, Tom asked while I struggled to get off my belt, which seemed to be too hard with all of these hot imagines of Tom in my head. “Yeah, no, I’m just…”, I trailed off when I finally took off my belt, blushing hard.
I briefly looked to my side, seeing Nicki smirking at me. Oh, she had definitely noticed me checking out her son.
I wordlessly pushed my box further, noticing that Tom had already gone through the detector. So it was my turn now.
Half an hour and many shops later, we were sitting in the waiting area. Tom’s head was resting on my tighs while the rest of his body was sprawled over two other chairs, his knees bent. His eyes were closed and my fingers ran through his hair so slowly over and over again. I watched my fingertips brushing over the soft skin of his face, tracing along his nose and eyebrows before drawing circles on his cheeks. I couldn’t help but get lost in his beauty and there was nothing else I wanted to look at but him.
I didn’t know if he was asleep but I knew for sure that he was relaxed, his chest lifting and falling in a steady rhythm.My hand left his soft locks to check my phone but he grumbled quietly.
“No, don’t stop.”, he complained, scrunching his nose before my fingers dived back into his wavy curls, my fingertips brushing over his scalp. He hummed in contentment while a satisfied smile appeared on his face and I looked around, noticing Nicki, who sat in front of us, smiling at us softly before she nudged her husband to make him look at us. With flushed cheeks I lowered my head, acting as if I hadn’t seen them and instantly melting at the sight of Tom’s relaxed face.
“Harry, can you get me a coffee please?”, Tom mumbled tiredly but Harry only rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, sure.”, he said sarcastically, occupied by the magazine in his hands.
“I’ll go and-”, I started but Tom’s eyes shot open before he interrupted me.
“No, you can’t go anywhere. You’re my comfy pillow.” I chuckled at his comment and now Dom joined the conversation, “Why don’t you just go and get it yourself, movie star?” Harry and Sam chuckled loudly and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as well while Paddy was too concentrated on one of his portable gaming consoles. Tom grumbled in defeat before he sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah.”, he stood in front of me and I subconsciously held my breath while he was looking down at me, this angle and his dark clothes making him look even more handsome than he already was.
“You’re coming with me.”, it was a demand and I don’t really remember how I could resist this dazzling looking guy in front of me. I only shook my head with a smile before I yawned, “I’m too lazy. But you can get me a coffee, too.”
He dramatically put one hand on his chest, “Then I’ll master this endeavour all by myself.” We laughed again before Tom trailed over to one of the coffee shops.
“Gosh, he can’t go anywhere by himself, can he?”, I chuckled, not really directing it to anyone but I got an answer from Sam anyway,
“He can. He just doesn’t want to go without you.“
“Yeah, sure.”, I mumbled sarcastically, another yawn escaping my lips before I rested my head on Sam’s shoulder, watching Tom in the middle of the queue. I noticed two girls behind him, excitedly gesticulating before one of them hesitantly tugged at his jacket. Tom turned around and they talked briefly before the girls made some selfies with my handsome boy. Correction: this handsome boy.
It took him some time to get coffee and back to us, his unamused gaze at Sam didn’t go unnoticed by me. I quickly lifted my head up from Sam’s shoulder, before supporting the weight of my head with my ellbow.
Tom let himself fall onto his seat next to me, handing me my coffee without a word. I thanked him but he ignored me, pulling out his phone before scrolling through his Instagram Timeline. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t be jealous, right? It’s just Sam.
"Tom.”, I mumbled, nudging his thigh with my knee causing him to look up at me. There was tension between us and I couldn’t tell whether I liked it or not. His stare gave me this mushy feeling inside me but simultaneously it made me feel a bit guilty. Giving him a look, I silently told him to let it go. “I’m tired.”, he groaned after he had forced a smile.
I scooted closer to him until my side was pressed against his, placing my head on his shoulder while my hands tightly held the warm cup of coffee. He took another sip from the cup, sighing when he rested his head against mine. I was mindlessly staring at Nikki’s pair of dark blue shoes while my eyelids felt heavier with every second that passed.
Nikki was the first person I saw after I had opened my eyes again. “Come on guys, It’s time for boarding.”, she told us, patting our thighs. We got up quickly, grabbing our stuff before heading over to the already long queue.
Tom stood right next to me, our arms brushing and my heart racing. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body and I found my self leaning into him subconsciously when he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I partly listened to the conversation the Hollands were having right now - something about the resort.
“What’s your seat?”, Tom wanted to know after he had examined his ticket. I got mine out of my pocket before I answered, “It’s 25 A”
“Oh, noo! I’m 25 E. That’s on the other side of the row.”, he grumbled, “Mum, what seat have you got?”
Nikki chuckled at her son before telling him “24 B”
“Hey, who’s got 25 B?”, he asked a bit louder, adressing the rest of his family and Harry was the one who spoke up.
“Boys, you can sit where ever you want. They just have to be our seats.”, Dom rolled his eyes playfully, “Its not the first time we go on vacation.”
“I wanna sit next to Y/N.”
“But I’m sitting next to Y/N.”
I suppressed a smile, realising that it was so important to Tom to sit next to me. “Tom, It’s okay. I’ll sleep the whole time anyway.”
“Yeah and I’m your comfy pillow, aren’t I?”, he grinned and so it was decided.
A couple of tired moments later we entered the plane and I noticed Tom, who was walking behind me, excitedly pushing me through the narrow aisle to our seats, getting more awake with every second that passed.
We decided that Paddy would sit at the window, then me in the middle and then Tom at the aisle. While Sam and Harry sat on the other side of the row, Dom and Nikki sat in front of us.
As soon as I sat down I closed my eyes, almost falling asleep. But I felt Tom’s hand grabbing my arm tightly, making me open my eyes in surprise. “I didn’t allow you to go to sleep, did I?”, he whispered harshly into my ear, showing me his dominant side and I instantly knew he was joking. But I stilled for a moment, looking at him with parted lips and widened eyes.
Why? Well, my subconsciousness decided to bring up a fictional situation in my head where Tom said those words to me, hovering above me and pinning me down onto his bed. His hot breath hitting against the soft skin of my face while my hands roamed over his chest up to his neck and then into his brunet curls. And then his lips - hesitant yet rough against my neck and his teeth carefully nibbling while he is torturing me with his love. His covered crotch grinding against me, causing me to tug at his hair and groan quietly before he pulls back slightly only to…
“I’m joking. You know that right?”, Tom pulled me back into reality, looking at me with a strange expression. I felt my face heat up, realising that I was blushing hard. Gosh, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo.
“Y-yeah! Sure… I know. It was just… you know.”, I mumbled, turning my head away to avoid eye contact and seeing Paddy checking his Instagram for the last time before taking off.
The emergency instructions started after everyone had found his seat but I didn’t even listen since I had been flying several times and so did Tom, who was eyeing me from the side. Suddenly I felt his hand on my tigh and I cringed, not expecting him to do that right now. Not that it was unusual that he was touching me there but I had already been blushing and now I felt even more blood rushing to my cheeks.
I dared to look at him, his grinning lips capturing me instantly and like all of the times I wondered what his lips would feel like when they were pressed against mine. And I wondered whether I would build up the courage to kiss this beautiful man someday. But for now I just took his hand away from my tigh to interwine our fingers.
We broke our short stare when the engine roared and the plane started with a sudden move. I chuckled, feeling this weird feeling in my stomach and I looked at Tom who was laughing as well. But after the plane reached the right high, my head fell onto my best friend’s shoulder and I was asking myself whether this weird feeling in my stomach was actually caused by the starting plane before I fell into a deep sleep.
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.
He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.
There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.
The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.
Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.
But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.
“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”
“So…” Chat asks in a sing-song voice. “What do you think of Adrien Agreste?”
Marinette’s face immediately flushes a bright red colour at the sound of her crush’s name, and her previously calm composure cracks. Chat cocks an eyebrow at his flustered friend and eggs it on.
“You’re blushing,” Chat nudges Marinette’s arm with his elbow; she doesn’t answer him. “What’s wrong, Purrincess? Cat got your tongue?”
“It’s- it’s really nothing…” Marinette says, her cheeks growing hotter.
“Do you have a crush on him?” Chat regrets asking almost as much as he is glad he did. Did he want to know Marinette’s answer to this question? Yes. Was he prepared for it to be yes? That he doesn’t know. What about Ladybug?
Marinette doesn’t answer at first. Did she really want to tell him this information? She loved and trusted her partner, but she wasn’t in her uniform right now, and she doesn’t share the same bond with him in her civilian life as she does as Ladybug. Then again, maybe he can help her?
“Yeah… yeah I do…” She answers sheepishly.
Chat pauses for a moment. “Why?”
“He’s just so perfect,” Marinette begins, Chat’s ears fall a bit until she continues. “But I don’t mean it the way that sounds. I don’t want him- or anyone really -to think I like him just because he’s some model or fashion designer’s son or whatever. He’s super kind and funny and just one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. I could honestly care less that he’s famous and crazy attractive. That’s just a bonus. He’s a great friend with a great heart and I love him.”
Chat’s heartbeat begins to pick up as he watches his friend unknowingly describe how much she loves him. The look in her eyes is so pure and sincere as she speaks, and he knows every word is one hundred and ten percent true.
“Wow…” He whispers, his face getting hot. “You should uh… you should tell him that…. I think he’d really appreciate it.”
“Looks like you’re the one blushing now, Kitty,” Marinette giggles.
And when Marinette spoke in class the next day, Adrien couldn’t fight the blush that rose to his cheeks and the small smile that tugged at his lips as he remembered her words from the night before.
summary:beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees
pairing: richie and eddie
2 months and 19 days remaining
For the past week, Eddie had been uncharacteristically giddy about going to school every day. There were days he even debating on saying he was sick to get out of going, but recently, something changed. He didn’t want to think Richie was the cause even if in the back of his mind he knew it was. Eddie swung his backpack over one of his shoulders, stopping in the hallway to check his hair in the mirror. He had even started to care about what he looked like. Eddie tried to wear cooler clothes, style his hair in the way he knew Richie liked (he told Eddie about ten times when he first saw it) and even wore cologne.
Feel free to use these quotes directly, or just use them as inspiration!
1-“These are my absolute favorite pajamas!”
2-“How could you say that to their face?”
3-“Woah, nice catch!”
4-“You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
5-“This is the last chance we’re ever going to get.”
6-“When was the last time you flossed?”
7-Wait, wait, how many did you say there were?“
8-"I’m horrified, yet impressed.”
9-“Give it to me straight, Doc!”
10-“I miss someone i never knew.”
11-“I didn’t know you could sing!”
12-“This is all the money I have.”
13-“Oh please, please pick up the phone!”
14-“Do you think you could teach me?”
15-“Just answer this one question and i won’t ever bother you again.”
16-“I don’t actually like sushi, I lied to impress you.”
17-“uhhh…anyone know what poison ivy looks like?”
18-“What do you mean you never learned how to tie your shoes?”
19-“Name one thing I’m bad at. Ha, you can’t, can you?”
20-“I just don’t think we’re compatable.”
21-“I bet you 50 bucks you can’t drink this entire thing of hot sauce.”
22-I really don’t want to hear about medical problems"
23-“Stop saying your worthless, because you’re not.”
24-“Wow, that’s a really wierd looking bug.”
25-“Just because you saved my life dosent mean I owe you anything!”
26-“I will never die!”
27-“Today would’ve been a disaster without you.”
28-“I’m begging you, go change your clothes. ”
29-“You still haven’t found them?”
30-“I’m not sure how you did it, but I’m glad you did.”
31-“Not around the baby!”
32-“Hey, do you think horses know they’re horses?”
33-“How much of my life has been a lie?”
34-“If you don’t tell them you like them, I’m going to do it for you.”
35-“Wow, that’s almost as old as you are!”
36-“Its because of you my arm hurts so much.”
37-“I told you never to open that!”
38-“Everything has to be a goddam ordeal with you, dosent it?”
39-“Sorry, but that’s just not your color.”
40-“How do you live like this?”
41-“You’ll always be my best friend, but…”
42-“Is that really the best insult you could come up with?
43-"There’s a reason I never go outside.”
44-“You should really get that checked out.”
45-“Why are you ignoring me?”
46-“Can you believe it’s been so long?”
47-“I just want one nice picture of us!”
48-“Really? You’re going to judge me for this?”
49-“It’s ok, just ask first next time.”
50-“What could go wrong?”
51-“We’ve both changed”
52-“I was a fool to trust you.”
53-“I’m mad at myself.”
54-“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
55-“I know it'stechnically not a big deal but i will totally fight you over this.”
56-“Would whoever left their dirty sock on the living room floor please come pick it up.”
57-“I didn’t push you, the wind pushed you. ”
58-“Hey, thanks for making an effort.”
59-“I totally called it, but no one listened!”
60-“How can you stand this mess?”
61-“But you have to remember!”
62-“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
63-“That was incredibly stupid and dangerous. Nice job. ”
64-“It’s your birthday!?”
65-“Can I tell you about a dream I had?”
66-“How was i supposed to know that’s a a rude gesture here?”
67-“I wasn’t certain that really happened.”
68-“Why do you smell so wierd?”
69-“That was awful! Let’s do it again!”
70-“It’s time to face the consequences.”
71-“That is the most elaborate prank I’ve ever seen.”
72-“You know I love you, but that was the worst.”
73-“I’m trying my best, but it’s just not good enough!”
74-“Now who’s ready to probably die!”
75-“Well, it turns out I’m allergic.”
76-“Why do all of your socks have holes in them?”
77-“Please stop crying on my papers”
78-“Well, if that’s really what you want.”
79-“I’ve never felt like that before.”
80-“This changes everything!”
81-“Are you sure you triple checked?”
82-“Don’t tell me to calm down! You calm down!”
83-“I’m going to give you the best night of your life.”
84-“So I bet you’re all wondering how I’m still alive.”
85-“Not them. Anyone but them. ”
86-“Why won’t you say I love you back?”
87-“That was the grossest thing ever.”
88-“I don’t think that qualifies as a sport.”
89-“If I do this, will you leave me alone?”
90-“You’re an idiot. I like that about you.”
91-“No, you know what? Don’t answer that.”
92-“I know you said I don’t want to know, but i really want to know.”
93-“I followed you into hell!”
94-“Oooh, this is great blackmail!”
95-“I won’t tell anyone you were crying.”
96-“No way, that’s also my favorite!”
97-“Don’t you dare ruin this for them.”
98-“That’s just sick. I can’t believe you.”
99-“Ok fine. Maybe we are friends.
100-"No matter what, I want you to know that I’m proud of you.”
a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me
oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)
characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER
warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])
Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous. Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time. As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.
’my precious angel,
here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm
there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me
I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah).
The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.
Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.
“Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.
“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.
“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.
“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”
“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”
“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”
“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”
“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.
First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.
Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.
The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress.
Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen.
“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.
“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”
“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.
The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.
One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.
“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there.
“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.
“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”
“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.
“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?”
“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.
“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response.
“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear:
“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”
“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.
“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”
“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.
“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?”
“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”
“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”
“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”
“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”
“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”
“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”
“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”
“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”
“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?
There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.
J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.
“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.
The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his.
“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.
J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.
“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed.
He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly. His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another.
“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him.
“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms.
Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper.
“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.
“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.
“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane.
Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.
“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his.
His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered.
Namjoon enters your apartment plunged in the dim light, putting his keys in the pocket of his pants. He sighs as he puts his bag on the floor, pulling off his shoes and placing them next to the door. This intense rehearsal day in the dance studio has completely demoralized him. He wasn’t good at all & didn’t stop being reprimanded for his lack of attention and all his mistakes while he worked so hard… As soon as he sent you a text to tell you how bad his day was, you ordered him to come to your house to spend a night away from all this pressure. Namjoon agreed, though it may be hard to put him in a good mood after this bad day.
He’s about to call your name when he sees you in the hallway. You lean against the wall, pressing your legs lightly against each other. Namjoon can barely see you but the simple sight of your curves makes him smile softly, loving the way you keep surprising him again and again. He can’t clearly see what you’re wearing but damn, it looks cute as Hell. He recognizes Sade’s voice and walks to you, pulling off his coat and dropping it in the middle of the corridor. When he’s in front of you, you pull him by his sweatshirt and drag him inside your room. Namjoon lets himself be trained and be seated on your bed, his eyes on your cleavage, his fingers grazing the transparent tulle.
“Let me take care of you, baby…”
Namjoon closes his eyes as your hand strokes his cheek, your thumb ending on his fleshy lips. You sit on his lap and, beginning to move your body sensually, remove the barrette from your hair. As they fall on your shoulders, an absolutely divine smell makes Namjoon groan softly. His hands slips on your thighs, going up to your cotton panties, your soft skin suddenly pouring liquid fire right in his lower stomach. You grind on him, sliding the straps of your babydoll on your shoulders. Namjoon moves his hands to your boobs, pressing them firmly and making you both sigh. Namjoon seeks your lips but you refuse to let him kiss you, forcing him to wait for you to be completely naked to finally taste your lips.
Namjoon throws your babydoll through the bedroom and bites his lips as you bend down to remove your panties. His hand goes between your thighs and you smirk, thinking that he really has no patience when you’re naked. None, even if he has to play the game. He draws you back on him, moaning against your ear, feeling the pressure of your bare pussy just above his clothed hardness and whispering in your ear :
Taehyung runs a hand through his hair and gives you an amused look as he sits down on the bed :
“When you said you prepared a private show for me, I was not expecting you to wear my shirt…”
You laugh softly as you get closer to him, your hand grazing his knee as you face him. Tae pulls on the shirt you’re wearing and pouts, looking like he’s a little disappointed :
“You’re always wearing my shirts… I’m used to see you like that, now…
- Yeah ? Put some music on, babe… »
Tae leans back to grab his phone in his pocket and plays a random song which happens to perfectly fit with the moment. You put your fingers on the top of your shirt and start to undo the buttons, your hips rocking from side to side, a mischievous smile on your red lips. Tae looks at you without saying anything, leaning slightly on one of his elbows, his eyes strolling from your thighs to your fingers. This little spoiled baby seems like he’s not turned on anymore but it encourages you to make him wait even longer before he gets the real surprise. The confident, almost detached smile of Tae makes you want to laugh when you think about the reaction he’s going to have in a few seconds.
When you go a little further between his legs and spreads the sides of the shirt so he has a perfect view of the glittering lingerie that you’re wearing, Tae’s mouth falls on the ground. He opens his eyes in surprise as he lets out a small grunt. He straightens up slowly, leaning to your body and noticing how shiny your skin is. You smile, satisfied with your new sparkling body lotion and glad he loves it.
As you dance lasciviously against him, your hands passing over his shoulders and stroking his hair, Tae has trouble processing what’s actually happening between his thighs. He looks so lost, so eager to touch you and yet unable to move. You drop the shirt at your feet and climbs on his lap, your fingers clenching on his hair as you lean to brush his mouth with yours, giving his lower lip a little kitten lick. He moans, his deep voice making you shiver as if it was the first time you heard it. Tae finally puts his hands on your thighs, pressing your ass as he tries to kiss you, but you move back with a naughty smile. You remove the braces of your diamond bra, pressing your arms against each other to bring out the curves of your breasts. Taehyung can’t take his eyes off you, and you have to pass your thumb on the corner of his lip to wipe his saliva off. He looks up to you and your breath is cut when you see how wide his pupils are.
He will not let you finish your private show.
He will not even let you take off your sparkling lingerie.
When he received your text telling him you’ve got a surprise for him, Seokjin didn’t expect that kind of surprise. He doesn’t feel very comfortable sitting in the middle of your bedroom barely lit by candles, waiting for you to finally show up. He shakes his leg nervously, staring at the door that still doesn’t open. He knows that it’s been only two minutes since you left him here but it seems much longer…
When the door opens, Jin swallows hard and looks at you with big eyes. You put the music on and swing your phone on the bed, raising your eyebrows up and down and making him snorts. Did you guess he was going to be nervous so you wanted to make him laugh ? Jin doesn’t know and now he just doesn’t care, unable to think straight as he sees the long red robe floating around your legs as you walk towards him. He sees your black fishnet stockings that ends in the middle of your thighs and exhales very slowly, already gathering all his strength to try to keep calm. You get closer until your hands are resting on his shoulders as you get between his legs, smiling when you see how much he seems to struggle to look up at your eyes. He can’t look at anything else that your boobs : the bra you’re wearing is laced in the middle and push up your breasts in an almost too tempting way. This set of red hot lingerie is enough to make the blood rushes down there.
With a soft hand, you slide the robe that falls to your feet. This time, you hear Jin’s hoarse voice : “Wow…”. This simple little word is enough to make you blush, your fingers caressing his neck briefly while you look at him with an amused smile. His hands barely rest on your thighs as if he was afraid a simple touch could make you disappear. You begin to swing your body in rhythm, rolling your hips sensually while stroking his hair. Jin sighs, leaning down to kiss the hot skin just above your belly button before looking up at you. You smile, sitting on his lap and still dancing slowly, can’t help but giggle when Jin whispers against your lips, his hands passing on the fabric of your stockings : “How did I get so lucky…”
You put your hands behind his neck, grasping his hair without hurting him, and starts to grind on him with a slowness that makes him growl against your mouth. He closes his eyes, his mouth grazing your collarbone, his breath getting heavier as he feels your heat on his crotch. Jin puts his hands on your sides before firmly grabbing your breasts with his big, strong hands, making you moan under the surprise. Still stroking his neck, you watch him pull one of the strings that keeps your bra in place. He puts his long fingers between the knots to undo them slowly & releases your boobs from their textile jail. You sigh, feeling so beautiful through his eyes full of love, full of tenderness. He looks at your breasts like they were the most tempting thing in the entire world, biting his plumped lips as he finishes to take your bra off. You smile as you start to dance again, ready to drive Seokjin crazy until he can’t take it anymore.
“Wait for me here, I have something special for you…”
Hoseok sits on the bed, helped by the pressure of your hands on his shoulders. You’re still wearing your white bathrobe, but Hoseok guesses that something is hiding beneath, and his impatience makes him giggle. He doesn’t let go of your arms and asks you what’s going on, smiling and pouting playfully, even trying to put his hands under your bathrobe. You gently push him away and put a finger on his lips, ordering him to shut up and wait for you. Hoseok pouts adorably but gets more comfortable on the bed, spreading his arms behind him to lean on it.
A few minutes later, you put the music from your phone on the bluetooth speaker and slowly open the door, your heart starting to beat faster. When Hoseok sees you coming forward and rolling your hips like a fucking model (and wearing the most beautiful set of lingerie he has ever seen in his life), he can’t hold back a strong curse that he lets out of his smirking mouth. You pass one hand in your hair, letting the other slide against your breasts. Sunshine Hobi has disappeared to give way to his dark side, full of lust and vices, the part of him that could make you come just with his eyes. This kind of look that he has on you right now, as you slide the pink kimono from your shoulders, mouthing “dadeulmogmalla” in synch with the song. Hoseok bites his lip, his eyes on the interlaced lace « body » and then down on the black thong that moves with the flow imposed by your hips. Hoseok slides a finger on your thigh and pulls on the suspender, slamming the strap on your burning skin. You smile, your hands passing behind his neck while your dance moves becomes more lascivious, more arched, more… Suggestive.
Hoseok pulls you against him, his fingers sliding on your waist as you take the ribbon that’s hanging between your breasts. With an amused smile, you put it on your boyfriend’s mouth who takes the ribbon between his teeth, a mischievous smile still on his face. While continuing to dance sensually, you step back a little and allow Hobi to pull on the ribbon to undo the knot that you voluntarily left loose. Hoseok passes a finger between your breasts and gently moves it down your skin, taking the ribbon with him so it can be detached from all its links. He can’t help but mouths the lyrics of the song, smiling so suggestively that you already know you will not sleep much tonight.
You remove the top lingerie piece and turns around, sliding against Hoseok so he can feel all the reliefs of the garters, pressing your ass against his crotch while you dance. Hoseok sighs heavily, his hands sliding on your thighs to press you even more against him, moving his hips in rhythm with yours. You feel his hot breath against your ear as he whispers the daring words and bite your lip, swinging your head back and closing your eyes, feeling the tingling of your arousal between your thighs. Hoseok undoes the ties of your garter belt, sighing louder as the friction of your ass against his clothed erection causes slight peaks of pleasure. Hoseok wants more, Hoseok doesn’t want to wait : He slips a hand into your thong and bites your neck when your wetness instantly coats his fingers.
As you expected, he totally takes control. It’s no longer you who dances lasciviously on him, it’s Hoseok who makes you dance, who presses his hand against your hip to force your back to arch more with each movement, who whispers dirty lyrics in your ear while his fingers presses your clit every time your ass roll on his crotch. He’s too cramped in his too tight pants but it doesn’t matter : the game is just beginning.
Yoongi just got back from the studio and was expecting to find you in his bed with your laptop open on your lap while you wait for him patiently. Instead of this cute scenery, he walks into his bedroom with no lights on while the music plays from his speaker. He drops his bag to the ground when he finally sees you getting closer to him, barely illuminated by the moonlight. His eyes wanders on your body, his breath cut by the beauty of the black lingerie set that you’re wearing. He watches you come closer and roll your hips sensually, your hands sliding on your thighs while a smirk appears on your lips. Yoongi lets out a small snort, his tongue running inside his cheek, his eyes unable to leave your breasts which looks extremely tasty.
Once you’re in front of him, you grab him by the collar of his sweatshirt and pull him towards you while making few steps towards the chair that you placed in the center of the room. Yoongi lets himself go, a little amused smile rising on his pretty lips. Once standing in front of the chair, you put your hands on his broad shoulders and gently presses to make him sit, shivering slightly when you feel his fingers touching your thighs as he sits. He settles himself comfortably, his legs apart and ready to welcome you, his hand landing over his crotch and his eyes going up your legs, stopping for a few seconds on your boobs and then finish on your burning eyes.
You hold your need to jump on him (he’s asking for it) and begin to dance sensually, smiling when your hands goes through your hair. Yoongi still has a ghost of a smile on his lips, but it’s especially his eyes that shows you how much he loves what he sees. You put your hands behind your back and take off your bra, letting it fall to your feet. Yoongi licks his lips and beckons you to get closer. With a naughty smile, you put a hand on his shoulder and pass a leg over his thigh, making him believe that you intend to sit and play the game he wants to play. Instead, you start to move suggestively, your lips parted and your tongue on your upper lip as Yoongi grunts with desire. His hands grips your thighs and you suggest him to detach the fasteners of your garter belt. Yoongi bites his lip and does as you just said, his long pale fingers caressing the fabric of your stockings.
You go back between his legs, standing in front of him, so close Yoongi must hold himself from leaning a few inches forward just to kiss the top of your belly. Your hips swinging in rhythm, you slide your panties along your legs with a slowness that drives him crazy. When you drop it on the floor, Yoongi tears it off of your hands and grabs your ass, the fabric of your panties still crushed between his fingers. You sigh against his mouth, your hands sliding against his neck as you press yourself against him.
Needless to say, the rest of your lingerie set was quickly torn off and you didn’t even bother to go to bed.
Jimin swings his head back, his eyes rolling behind his skull when he sees you walking towards him in this cute set of lingerie. He needs a few seconds to convince himself this is really happening in front of his eyes. He puts his elbows on his thighs, looking up to watch you getting closer, still not believing you’re really going to do it but smiling hard anyway. You smile too, playing the provocative girl and at the same time being too cute for Jimin’s heart.
“Wah, Jagiya… I’m drooling…”
With big, amazed eyes, he looks at you as you start dancing, your hips rolling and swinging to the rhythm of the music, sometimes playing with the knots of your stockings, sometimes with the pale pink straps above your breasts. He strongly bites his lip when you turn and drop the little lace shorts that you’re wearing over your white lace body. You slide against him and grind without shame, your hands resting on his knees and making sure to press your ass directly on his erection.
Jimin, never ceasing to smile, runs his hands on your thighs to caress the fabric of your garter belt. The peachy smell on your skin makes him moan softly in your neck and when his eyes leans on your cleavage and all these sexy pink straps, Jimin grunts against your ear :
“Strip for me…”
Slowly, you spread your hair to the side so Jimin can undo the buttons of your lace body. Once done, you stand up and, still between his thighs, begin to undress without ceasing to dance lasciviously. Jimin loves the way you strip for him, his hand sliding against your thigh and moving up along your side, wondering if he’s gonna be able to let you finish ‘till the end.
When there are only stockings left on your body and as Jimin can’t handle the distance between your two burning bodies no more, he pulls you against him and lets you climb on his lap, moaning when you deliberately rub your bare pussy against his hardness.
It’s 2pm and Jungkook is sitting on his bed, wobbling slightly from left to right while he can’t help but smile like an idiot. He’s pretty drunk but not enough to be unaware of what’s happening. You asked him to wait here without moving & your babyboy always does as you wish. He puts a random playlist on and hums the lyrics, his eyes wandering through the room as he can’t think about anything else but what’s taking you so long.
When you come back and open the door with a mischievous smile, Jungkook lets out a cute (and stupid) giggle. You’re almost naked and it makes him blush so bad (even if he saw you naked a billion times, he still can’t handle it). You walk towards him, still drunk from your night out but so confident (and horny af) nothing can stop you. Jungkook looks at you from head to toe, obviously very fond of this type of lingerie.
You get closer and straddle his thigh, rolling your hips and thighs exactly the way he loves. Jungkook looks up at you, biting his lip hard, another adorable little chuckle escaping from his parted lips, his eyes shining like thousand stars. You undo the black straps below your boobs and begins to lower your straps while getting on his lap. You already feel his erection tightening his black pants and bite your lip, increasing your hip movements to drive him a little crazier.
Jungkook rests his head against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds back his moans every time you press your heat on his. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, making him sigh when he feels your bare breasts against his thin t-shirt.
Suddenly, you turn and slide your thong along your butt, deliberately arching your back to make him drool. He can’t help but lean forward to bite your ass once you get rid of this useless piece of fabric, wanting to pass his hand between your thighs but knowing well he’s not allowed yet. He waits for you to turn around, moaning against your mouth as your hot dance starts to make him dizzy.
But when he feels his underwear getting wet in the front and can’t take it anymore, he shyly dares to whisper in your ear :