Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.
You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels. But as soon as you arrived atthe party, you felt your heart being shattered.
You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comesin your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.
DRAINED INK. my alice angel makeup has made its triumphant return, styled after how she appears in chapter 03!! this was my first attempt at this makeup so it’s not the best, but i can’t wait to keep working with it!!
They met back in high school, bumping into each other in the hallway. He did not know her at first, learning that she just moved from New Zealand, but she was not your typical girl. Her status from her parents made her known across her school. But she was not like the other girls he found, he knew about parties that went on on school nights, where all her friends went, but he saw her at the local market, or at the park on those nights. He found that she was never interested in drinking, drugs or sex, like the other boys and girls. She would turn down everyday date with her friend’s friends, they told her that she was boring for not doing it, but it was the money that kept their friendship tied.
He tried his best to talk to her, every time he would see her, he tried to have the courage to say a simple word, but none came out. He knew he was like every other ‘low commoner’ of the school, over being head over heels in love, but, he could not care about it, all he wanted was a simple conversation at that moment.
It was a month after that finally whispered a word to her. He learned over the month that she was in his gym class, and art, but she stayed to her friends. She changed classes, changed chemistry classes, for unknown reasons. Harry was out of the bliss, he was scribbling random doodles when she walked in, him not knowing, it was the moment that the teacher said, “Miss. (Y/L/N), take a sit next to Mr. Styles.”, that all it took for him to look out, her telling him a ‘thank you’ and sitting next to him, on his left.
He tried his best not to stare, to be different around her, but when the teacher finished his lesson, and told the class to finish up their notes he turned to her, her not knowing.
“Hi, (Y/N).” He mumbled, he knew he was dead right there and then, wanting to shoot himself for just saying, ‘hello’, to the most known girl around school, but her head shot up.
“Hello, Harry.” She said back, him picking up on the foreign accent, he turned to his body towards her, she just smiled.
“You know my name?” He asked.
“Of course, I’m not a person to just know my friends, you seem really nice, so I asked around, and I found out, you’re also in my gym class.” She stated.
It escalated from there, it went from waving in the hallway, her friends giggling to her about how she can’t wave to people below them, but she did not care. Then, the two started to hang out more, (Y/N) coming away from her girlfriends and starting to hang out with him. He learned more about her, how her mum is British and her father was a Kiwi, like her, how her family has striving business, and that her parents are too poche for her taste, having a man already lined up to take her hand in marriage, but she ignored what will happen in the future and lived in the moment. That was one thing he loved about her, her living in the moment, worrying about the future another day.
But it was not friendship that arose, months later, their first kiss took upon, together, and it came more. They were a couple, her staying always at his house, even overnight, she wanted to escape her parents, the fighting between them and her brother, and their marriage, she did not want to walk along the hallways and get lost, she wanted to stay beside the one person she knew loved her, and that was him. It all came from a simple, ‘hello’, but like every relationship, it somehow ends. When Harry was the one to tour around the world, part of a band, he was not her safe haven anymore. The two fell apart, she got married, all accordingly to plan, she was married at the age of seventeen, both parents consent, in Scotland. He was hitting world records then, touring the world with his new band, singing his first album, forgetting her.
She thought she was happy, moving to New York, taking her dream job and becoming a therapist, she liked it at first, but it was more of her parents wanting her to become that, but she got a job as a waitress, and married a rich business man. But the days dreaded, school days were long, work days were longer, and coming home to a drunk husband was never fun. She she excused herself, she quit her job, finished school, and became a therapist, working from eight to five. Though instead of going home to her husband who would be either drunk off his ass or fucking another girl, she went to a bar, drank, flirted, did drugs sometimes, just living her young life to the fullest.
He was twenty-two when he saw her again, he was in New York for work, and saw her at a coffee shop, but she was in and out, not even seeing him, but he saw her. When he dated her in his teens, she seemed all innocent, rich, daddy’s girl, a virgin, but no. Dating her was the time of his life, she was adventurous, just adding a tad bit of excitement to his boring world. She took him to places that forbid them by law, example, private properties, going to the carnival when it was closed, walking the streets at 2am, in the rain and blasting ‘Greenday’, throughout the small, dodgy places. It made him feel like he was unstoppable around her. But one thing he forgot, she was the one who told him to go on the X-factor, she was the reason he was standing in a fancy, New York coffee shop, selling records that hit the top of the charts, and he forgot all about her, did not even come and say his famous, ‘hello’ to her, when visiting his mother, did not call her, text nor email, just placed her in his subconscious mind, and look what it has gotten him, failed romances and singing his lungs out.
He finally talked to her a week later, walking into a bar, trying to drown himself on whatever was on tap. He saw her in the corner of the place, in a black, tight, strapless dress, flirting with a few guys and taking in the smoke of a cigarette like it was candy, while smoking one. But, he realised that she was not as innocent looking as she once was, now she has a perm, a tattooed arm, and she is showing as much skin as possible, laughing and drinking. He could not stop staring at her, she has changed, and he wanted to know, how. Harry slowly took in the drinks, not as fast as her, drowning herself in hard liquor, and bossing the boys around her in how to win a game of pool. She was your typical badass girl, now. It must’ve felt like minutes, but it was more as an hour, when she finally noticed Harry, she gave him a smirk, excused herself from few college boys, and headed his way. She turned around at the beginning, giving a look to a boy when he smacked her ass, but she just gave him a smirk and walked off, sitting next to him.
“Look who I found, the famous Harry Styles. Is it just me, love, but were you staring at me, should I feel honoured that a man like yourself was looking at me?” She said, signaling towards the bartender to get her another, he laughed, telling the bartender to cancel the order and give her a water.
“I don’t really know, (Y/N). How much have you been drinking?” He asked, trying to figure out how drunk she was. She laughed, glaring at him.
“Had a few scotches, rums, and a whiskey, it was whatever those wankers over there, got me. I did not feel like buying myself drinks.” She said, leaning down on the table, trying to get over the alcohol, noting it was only a little bit past ten.
“Let me take you home, (Y/N), you’re pissed off your ass. Where do you live?” He asked, she started to get up, using Harry as a object to help her, starting to strut towards the door, ignoring his question.
Once outside, she turned to him, giving him her famous smirk, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing her head on his chest. Harry did not feel awkward for some reason, just wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her.
“Let’s get you home.” He simply said, placing her arm around his shoulder and helping her walk, placing her into his car that was around the corner of the pub.
She sat next to him, staring ahead, he took note of her tattooes, some of them looked retro, sailor girls, anchors, boats and water, he remembered how much she enjoyed swimming, that was one thing she use to do, that he could never do. In the early mornings, she use to come to the local dock, jumping off, just wearing a bikini, going into the pacific. He could never have the gut to just wear a bathing suit, no wet suit nor life jacket, she could stay in there for hours, he use to be the one who had to pull her out before she got hypothermia. She was still staring ahead, but she spoke to him, but not looking, grabbing the water bottle beside her.
“I don’t want to go home.” Is all she said, straight face, looking at the traffic that lied ahead, even though they were still in park. Harry looked ahead now, watching the drunks walk out of the pub.
“Why? Where do you want me to take you?” He asked, she turned to him, still all serious faced.
“Can you take me to your place, I just don’t want to go home.” She said, grabbing her phone from her bag and placing it on silent, he did not even realise that it was ringing. Harry felt controlled by her, that was one thing that happened in their past relationship. People dig dominant girls, and she is more than just that, it drove men around her crazy, it drove him crazy. But he placed the car in drive and took her to his New York apartment, sitting in silence.
“What are you doing for a living?” He said out of the blue, she just looked at him, taking a deep breath.
“I’m a therapist, but it seems I can deal with my patients problems better than myself.” She said, starting to laugh. Harry remembered she use to tell her deepest secrets when she was drunk, that is why she did it so much, to not hide herself.
“How so?” He asked, watching the road, she did the same.
“Take me home, actually, turn here.” She told him, all Harry did was nod, pulling up to a more than a million dollar mansion, walking out.
“Bye Harry, see you around.” Is all she said, starting to walk up the long pathway towards the house, lights turning on.
Harry saw her again, a few days later, she was sitting outside of a bar, drinking and coming down from her high. She was in a different black dress, but just as showy, just watching around her. Harry saw her, he was walking down the road to get to his apartment, when he just saw her, looking up the blue sky, and just thinking. His body took control and he sat right next to her. It took him by surprise when she was the first one to talk.
“I’m quitting. I know I said it before, but I am doing it.” She stated, still looking ahead of her, taking her left hand and passing him the bottle of beer. She was sober, he thought she was high, but she was sober.
“I follow the same fucking routine, everyday. Wakeup, escape from that house, go to work, get high after with some fuck heads from college, fuck one, drink and pass out as home.” He just nodded, letting her continue.
“Harry, you promised me you’d come back, and you did, but never to me.” She said, turning to him, placing her head on his shoulder. He took note of the wedding ring that laid upon her left, ring finger.
“I know, and I’m—” He was interrupted.
“It’s fine. You promised to marry me and look at me, now, going home to a fuck head, because that is what my parents wanted, apparently.” She said, it took him by surprise, a girl like her, as strong as her, opinionated and passionate, actually married the man that her parents sent up her with.
“I love you.” He blurted out, she took her head off of his shoulders.
Like every relationship, it escalated, it was like them, the two of them became more, ignoring what will happen and live in the moment, she would come to his place, talk about their life, he learned that she is still the girl who made life fun. She felt like herself around him, again, forget about her husband. He learned that she loves to play with men, and it made him laugh. It was only weeks together, but he changed her, she stopped smoking, drinking and doing the drugs, and she just lived like before. But the relationship did not just end like that, they started to date, to kiss, to make love to each other. They were still young, let them live a little longer.
“My husband is such a hypocrite. When we married, I was seventeen and he was twenty-five, and it was like we eloped, going to Scotland, got married, no wedding, really, and went straight to New York. Anyway, we said to each other that we could not see anyone, a month later, I found out he has girlfriends, and fuck buddies, so I did not care anymore. I just use his money for school and a nice ride and place to stay, and just lived, hooked up, dated. I fucking hate this wedding ring, it’s like a thousand pounds, but I don’t like my home.” She concluded and starting to laugh, he just watched her. The two of them were sitting on his couch, drinking wine and sharing experiences.
“I loved to play with guys, played hard to get, I just felt loved in a way, so I was like an actress, every night I would go to another bar, have a new identity, and name and pretend I was someone else, but I would always wear a black dress, it was like therapy to me, I felt loved.” She said to him.
Love came out of the relationship, (Y/N) filed for a divorce, she started to become more with Harry, until. Harry and her ended months later, she ended it, she did not know why, but the two were constantly fighting. She took up the hard liquor again, not the drugs nor smoking, but she enjoyed the liquor, the divorce went through, fastly, surprising her, but she would come home drunk sometimes, she was uncontrollable, he found, just like before. She loved to do what she use to do, she the same, look like an angel in the day, but was a demon by night, and he could not function with her. He also wanted to end it and focus with his life, his music, it was the best for both of them, she wanted to explore the world, and he could not do that with her. But what hooked her to walk away was the words he spoke to her, “You’re a drunk, constantly craving for attention, it is like during the day, you don’t care about me, that I am here, and that I love you, and you go out and get pissed out of your mind, mess around with guys, with flirting, and come home and demand attention from me, sex from me. You need to go to rehab, we are done.” It hurt her those words, but there were more than that said. And he just left, like before, not telling he was going, he went away, and forgot, like the first time around, but she called him.
She sat next to him, months afar from the night of the bar, she was still, sitting next to him on the couch, it was like she was a silhouette, looking ahead, can’t tell if she was alive or not, like the night they met, driving her home, she showed no emotion. Minutes later, she stood up. She called Harry to ask if he could come over, she had something to tell him, but she did not know if she could squeeze it out, blurt it to him, she got up, helped herself to the liquor that was in the cupboard. Sitting next to him, she acted the same, giving him a cup of the famous liquor, Hard Candy, she gave him a glass, she took the bottle, chugging it.
“Fuck it.” She said, placing the bottle down, and started to kiss him.
Now she sat, it was four months since the two ended, she has not seen him for four months, and she sat next to the toilet, the taste of vomit still in her mouth, and four pregnancy sticks above her on the counter, she knew it before she could look at it, but again, she was just a broken drunk, according to him. He has not contacted her for four months, when she tried to call, it went straight to voicemail.
It was half an hour of sitting in her own pity party when she finally got up, took the sticks and sat down in the same spot, next the toilet, all four of them read the same, the stupid double, pink line. She did not know what to do, so she pulled her phone out, tapped his number and waited, it went straight to voicemail, like she expected.
“Hi Harry, its me, (Y/N), I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I just want to let you know that I am better, I went to rehab, and I’m fine, but you really did hurt me, but that is not what I want to talk about. Harry, I’m having your baby, but it is none of your business. I don’t want you in its life at all, I don’t want you to call me, because we are not each other’s business anymore. Don’t call me, block me, do what you need to forget me, since you’re pretty good at that, I’m doing the same. We are over, I finally realise it, and I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m not your innocent girlfriend back from highschool, I’m a fucked up, divorce woman, tattooed and forgotten, and now pregnant. So, don’t call me back. Bye.” She said, ending it, placing the phone next her, and knew she had to continue her life.
I felt like I should write an imagine based off the the song, ‘Kiwi’ by, Harry Styles, so I did. Hope you enjoyed!
Warnings: (Includes) ~ Striptease, lap dance, thigh riding, degradation, edging, daddy kink, spanking, cursing, light? choking kink… and anything kinky in-between tbh, I’ve probably forgotten something… just pure sin ok ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Word count: 3,378
You’d never liked parties.
But when your best friend refused to stop whining about how this party was supposedly ‘different’, ‘more FUN’, you felt as if you’d been beat.
When you finally chose to accept the invitation, she smiled back at you, though there was something about the twinkle in her eyes that told you otherwise, as if there was something you didn’t know…
“YES! I knew you couldn’t resist! Now hurry and get changed, there’s only 30 minutes until we have to be at Jungkook’s house and you need to look like a million dollars!” Your friend excitably squealed.
A million dollars? You thought this was just some lame meet up with trashy music and an endless supply of alcohol, most likely having the night end with drunken slurs and sweaty bodies collapsed in heaps together. House parties really weren’t your thing.
“But… but I thought this was just a simple house party?” you groaned in protest.
Before you knew it, a black lacy, strapless dress had been flung at your face and obscured your view. Pulling the unwanted item off from over your head you took a closer look at the article of clothing. You couldn’t lie, it really was gorgeous, if a bit skimpy, perhaps even raunchy you could say….
You’d stepped into the dress, glancing at the reflection staring back at you. It was a short dress, really rather short, but it accentuated your subtle curves quite beautifully. It had crystal details around the belt and bust area and the lace caressed your skin at any slight movement. The outfit was coupled with a pair of sweet ruffled ballerina pumps and a leather clutch.
“Wow… (Y/N) you really look stunning he’ll love you! Um I mean… I bet Jungkook won’t even recognise you!”
You felt very curious and slightly agitated. What was she hiding from you? Who was attending this party?
With a deep sigh, and a sharp slam of the car door, the screech of tyres pulling out of the drive signified the beginning of a very long night ahead.
“Oh for goodness sake chin up (Y/N), stop looking so unsure and nervous! You know Jungkook! He wouldn’t invite anyone unwanted or suspicious, so what’s bothering you?”
It was true, you knew Jungkook for a almost an entire year now since starting college, but your best friend’s behaviour had just been so off ever since accepting the invitation to this party. What were you supposed to say?
“Yeah, no… It’s nothing really, I guess…”
Pressing your finger into the doorbell felt as if It sent an electric shock pulsing through your veins. This was a mistake, regret was bubbling up inside your stomach like the most horrible acidic and sugary soda.
A familiar beaming face greeted you, It was Jungkook! With a warm and friendly welcome, the pair of you were ushered upstairs into what must have been Jungkook’s bedroom.
This was rather odd, as it sounded like the large main party crowd was in the living room, where you could make out a flickering of lights and see discarded plastic cups of god knows what strewn near the living room entrance.
The loud music pumped through your system and made your heart jump with what felt like a growing excitement.
Stepping through Jungkook’s bedroom door, you were greeted by a circle of party guests, none of which you knew. Great. Why were you here again?
You kept your head low, since parties really weren’t your thing. Your eyelashes rapidly fluttered as you focused on the intricate patterns of the floorboards, until you had only had to go and stumble on an uneven bump in the floor. So much for making an introduction…
Cursing your clumsy, introverted and shy tendencies, you began to rub at your ankle, which had been twisted awkwardly upon your fall. Your attention sprung to a man with pretty, honeyed melanin skin, as said gentleman had cleared his throat bringing your focus to how he was at your feet and offering his hand.
Attempting to smile through your pained and dazed expression you reached out to clasp the man’s hand. His long, slender fingers brushed over your knuckles gently before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss right there. You gasped sharply, not expecting this stranger to be so forward straight away. It felt as if your heart was trying to escape your ribcage, beating quicker with every passing moment. It was like everything was in slow motion.
“Ooooh someone’s taken Taehyung’s fancy already!” a man sitting the other side of Jungkook quipped amused.
“Taehyung would you please take several seats and leave (Y/N) alone! Is the only thing you think about what would make your dick happy?” Jungkook chimed in.
A rosy pink blush started spreading across your porcelain skin. This was evidently all distant background noise to this Taehyung man, as he waved them off whilst still keeping all his attention and focus on you.
“enchanté…” he leaned into the shell of your ear and whispered after finally releasing his peach, plush lips from the back of your hand. It sent what felt like thousands of shivers and quivers up the back of your neck and travelling back down your spine.
Taehyung finally helped you up off the ground, as you proceeded to join the circle of strangers. You sat and arranged the short layers of your dress, which you were still particularly self-conscious about. You could clearly feel Taehyung’s eyes following your every movement and drinking in your features. His eyes roamed over your thighs, where the milky flesh was exposed and impossible to cover with the skirt of your dress. He noticed your taut stomach, before his eyes made their way up to your long, elegant neck. Out the corner of your eye, pretending to fiddle with your skirt some more, you could notice how Taehyung’s lips had fallen open, parted in a gaping sort of way. Originally, you thought this man had good enough manners to know better than to stare, but perhaps you were wrong about this.
Time was passing and again, it felt like there was simply muffled background noise of hyper chatter and spluttering laughs, as it felt as if the spotlight had been placed on you by Taehyung. Was it you, or was he inching closer little by little, getting a better look of your cushiony coral coated lips? His tongue peeked out his mouth to swipe across his own bottom lip. You felt like prey to the broad shouldered predator who was creeping up on you, slowly, slowly….
“SO NOW THE GAME BEGINS!”
With a clap of hands, Jungkook declared the beginning of said ‘game.’ Snapping you back into the harsh reality of this party.
“Um, excuse me sorry, I must have missed something… what game are we playing exactly?” You uttered helplessly.
“Seven Minutes in heaven x truth or dare! Kind of a merge of the two, we’ll start with truth or dare, and see where it goes from there I guess.” Jungkook had a smirk on his face which you didn’t entirely like the look of.
You gulped nervously, as a bottle was placed in the centre of the circle. So this was spin the bottle too now? You’d had enough, this was torture, this wasn’t you, there must be some way of escape!
The bottle spun, and landed on the one and only Mr Taehyung.
“Truth or dare TaeTae?” a small man, Jimin, you found out, called from the opposite side of the circle.
“Dare of course” Taehyung challenged with a wiggle of his brows.
This man’s confidence really was so sexy.
“Ok then, your dare is you have to strip down to nothing but your underwear and stay that way for the whole game, until we say you can get changed again, but make a show of it.”
The man showed no look of being phased by this dare, instead he smugly smirked back at your friend, the one who had requested the damned dare, before directing his eyes back to you. There was a flicker of danger in his eyes, as you began to shift uncomfortably in your seated spot.
He stood up towering over you. Playfully, he began fiddling with the buckle to his belt before letting go, to teasingly rub his thighs with the flat palms of his hands. The clicking sound of the buckle becoming undone threw your attention tho his groin area, but to no avail, as he had not yet removed his pants fully. He was just testing the waters.
One by one, he undid the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt. It was too much already. You stifled, trying desperately to hold back a moan that needed to escape.
His bare chest was now on show, his pecks, the small hardened nubs, stood erect before you and his chocolate abs glowed, a light sheen of sweat covered the abs as little pools nestled in the magnificently contoured structure.
His head lulled to the side, as his body now faced you completely. You could tell he was doing this all for your suffering entertainment and enjoyment, although you could tell even some of the boys in the circle were getting into this, judging by the tent forming in the front of their pants. His eyes had narrowed to slits as he quirked a brow at you.
Rolling his head, he then proceeded to rub over his hardened nipples, allowing him to release the most delicious groan you had ever heard. His head now tilted backwards, working furiously at his nipples before moving down to palm his crotch.
A series of pants and small whimpers filled the stuffy air of the bedroom. Everything was silent except for Taehyung. His cock was now straining tightly against the material of his black slacks, leading him to whip them off in one go, as he grew impatient.
You were mesmerised, lust had clouded your vision and you couldn’t think about anything except Taehyung. Everything was Taehyung. Maybe this party wasn’t such a mistake after all.
Taehyung started thumbing the slit of his cock through his boxer briefs when his actions were halted by an older looking man, by the name of Jin.
“ALRIGHT! That’s enough now, the dare was simply to do a striptease, not have a wank with a full circle of witnesses!”
Small giggles reverberated around the room as it was evident Taehyung was trying to come back down and steady himself.
The show was wonderful and all, but now it meant Taehyung had to sit next to you with a raging hard on, and you’d have to continue the game as normal, without staring at his clearly massive 8 maybe even 9 inch cock.
The bottle spun a few more times, luckily sparing you as the next victim. You couldn’t believe your luck, that was until…
“Ah, (Y/N)!” The almost naked man beside you exclaimed with far too much excitement.
So this really was your unlucky day…
“So what’s it gonna be (Y/N)…. truth? or maybe… dare?” Taehyung purred, latching his thumb onto your lip, swiping across it in an almost hypnotised manner, staining his thumb with your coral lipstick.
“I…um…. I think it would be best if I went for…”
“DARE! Right ok… hmmm…” Taehyung interrupted, saving you your breath. You wanted truth this sexy, sexy bastard.
“I dare YOU… to give me a lap dance.” The cheeky man sat back on his elbows, opening his legs rather suggestively before winking at you.
The room instantly filled with whoops and cheers of encouragement and laughter.
Could the floor just swallow you right now? That seemed like the best option. You glared over at your friend, who was now laying down clutching her stomach in fits of laughter. You shot her a look of daggers, before facing Taehyung again.
This man was clearly VERY horny but also VERY into you.
And so were you to be perfectly honest… so why not put on a show? Show everyone you weren’t this shy, innocent young girl.
Suddenly, a smooth and sensual beat flooded through the speakers located in the corner of the room.
All eyes were on you, especially a pair of chocolate orbs who had already started grazing your features once again.
You began to sway your hips seductively to the sexy, deep base before body rolling, fisting your hands into tendrils of stray hair.
Slowly but surely, you began to edge your way over to Taehyung. You spotted Jungkook’s desk chair and pushed it his way, still keeping your sensual aura about your act, dragging your feet as you walked, then heading into a crawl on all fours. You were the predator now. YOU were in control.
Taehyung spread his legs again now sat in the desk chair, massaging his pulsating length that was screaming for attention.
“Jagi…. (Y/N) ughhhmmm please, don’t test me babygirl, don’t make daddy wait.”
You could hear a concoction of snickers and breathy sighs coming from the spectators looking on at this hot mess you were about to show them. Things were about to get a little hotter though, you inwardly giggled to yourself.
With ease, you sunk smoothly down on top of Taehyung’s thick thighs and began to bounce teasingly, lifting the short petticoat like layers of your dress. You knew he could feel your heated core rubbing ever so slightly on the bare area of his thighs.
A deep growl through gritted teeth signified the man’s appreciation of the erotic act.
“Mmmmm ahhh my god (Y/N) fuck my thighs you do it for me slut ahhhh”
Who were you to deny this prince of what he wanted? You built up a strong and steady pace on his thighs, humping them whilst still keeping to the rhythm of the dirty beat.
“Daddy mmm let me hear you moan, tell me what you want… Do you want me now? How bad do you want it?”
Taehyung whimpered helplessly underneath you, cursing now and again as he clenched and relaxed his thighs allowing himself to feel more of your core humping his thigh. The feeling was orgasmic for you. It felt as if you were ready for climax, but neither of you wanted that yet.
Instead, you began to edge yourself, slowing your actions considerably, much to Taehyung’s disappointment.
But however, you did slip the dress up and over your head in a swift glide. You were rather impressed with yourself really, maybe a stripper could be a night shift job that would suit just fine.
Unclasping your bra, you sunk forward further onto Taehyung, restricting his movements. His mouth was watering, as you pressed your breasts further towards his face, he managed to grab your boobs, massaging them and going to suck on your nipple.
You were so sensitive. The only thing you could inhale was the musky, vanilla scent of Taehyung’s cologne intoxicating your senses, all you could see was red, the inside of Taehyung’s mouth laving over one of your nipples, just like velvet…
You let out deep, guttural moans. You had totally forgotten about the little audience who were still watching this extravaganza.
The song was now on repeat, but before you knew it, the pair of you were tumbling head first into a dim lit closet. The last thing you saw was Jungkook’s exasperated face, muttering something along the lines of:
“I’m sure you’ll be longer than seven minutes, but I don’t have a fuck to give anymore… *something something* I don’t want cum stains on the inside of my closet doors” The slither of light outside the closet dissipated. *SLAM.* You two were left in the dark closet now, alone.
The unexpected and cramped environment shook the pair of you briefly, before continuing your fun.
“Hey, kitten psst… I’m still waiting for a kiss before you decide to suck this enormous cock… that is, if I let you have dessert.” Taehyung chuckled, his low growl making your clit throb in anticipation as he nipped at your collar bone.
The pet name did it for you. You dived forward, connecting your ravenous lips, becoming one. Taehyung rolled effortlessly on top of your lithe body, roughly shoving his tongue into your awaiting mouth. Your tongues were dancing, never had you felt so loved. He stroked his hands feverishly up and down the sides of your body and pinned your hips down firmly. You were on fire.
The two of you broke apart for air, panting hotly against one another.
“Taehyung… I’ll always get what I want. A kitten needs her milk after all.” Your voice dripped teasingly.
You slithered down Taehyung’s fit form, reaching your prize. A large expanding wet spot was visible on at the tip of the tent in the man’s straining boxers.
You looked up into the smokey cat eyes, watching your every movement and bit your lip.
You then dipped down, kitten licking the head through the material of Taehyung’s boxers. This made Taehyung keen and arch his back. It was just like he was your baby boy for now, but you were fully aware of his daddy temperaments and dominant side too.
Not wanting to wait any longer, you grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and ripped them off in the speed of light.
You went to suck on his ballsack, eliciting more animalistic grunts and pants. But you weren’t one to waste time. Squeezing the girth of his shaft you deep throated his cock in one go, bobbing your head determinedly.
Taehyung’s legs were now shaking from the direct stimulation and desire coursing through his system.
“Jagi, I’m gonna cum, stop shit fuck I can’t h….hnngggg.”
You thought it was all over, until you were forced off his dick with a lewd, wet sounding pop.
His hands had found themselves on that certain part of your throat that would drive you crazy. Cautiously, he applied the smallest amount of pressure that made your head go fuzzy and made you feel warm and light-headed.
“So it looks like this princess does have a choking kink huh…”
You made no effort to respond, not even ‘hm’, neither a ‘yes daddy’.
Something darkened in Taehyung’s facial expressions in that moment.
“So baby doesn’t wanna respond? Well then I think spanking time is due Jagi…”
You were draped submissively over Taehyung’s muscly thighs, as loud smacks made contact with your bare asscheeks. You were certain the others could hear outside the closet, as your moans soon turned to screams. How long had it been? Far longer than seven minutes now. Were the others still even there?
“Keep it down my needy little whore…. keep it down or the others will hear. Or is that what you want? Is it (Y/N)? Tell daddy what you need. Beg for me.”
“Tae-T-Tae Oppa I want to… wanna cum right now.”
You felt so incredibly helpless, but you loved it. You loved being submissive to Taehyung, this sex god.
“Yeah? Wanna cum? Want this dick inside your tight pussy throbbing, fucking you senseless until you can’t even get up the next day?”
Taehyung bit down into the angry red hand-prints he had marked onto your ass, smoothing his large tongue over the attacked area and increasing the burning sensation…
You didn’t notice when he scrambled around in his jacket that had been chucked into the closet to reveal a condom. He teared the packet open cleanly with his teeth and rolled it down his length.
There was no lube however, as he proceeded to spit into his hands, preparing his cock sufficiently.
Your legs were now spread and awaiting Taehyung. With one quick thrust, the man slid into your heat with ease. Thrusting, in and out roughly you knew one another were reaching climax rapidly.
Seeing stars both Taehyung and yourself came hard, Taehyung still inside of you shooting his seed in long white ribbons as it combined with your own mess.
Collapsing together, Taehyung pecked your cupid bow lips and smiled with a warmth in his eyes.
“Heaven lasts forever when it is shared with you, angel delight.”
He whispered, as you burst into fits of giggles.
Maybe you had your friend some thanking to do…
This is so so dirty, I swear my imagination gets more vivid and dirtier by the day. I hope you enjoyed it! Asks/opinions and even requests are always welcomed!
Fandom: Disney’s Descendants Pairing: Prince Ben Florian X Reader Word Count: 2, 781 Author’s Note: Reader is Ursula’s daughter (I know she died before she had kids BUT HUSH IT’S A FANFIC), but Ursula has recently died, so she doesn’t have a real family. Jay, Carlos, Evie, and Mal are pretty much her only friends on the Isle of the Lost. Slight, background Mal X Evie!! <33 Request for the-pastel-galaxies, SORRY IT KINDA SUCKS I SPENT SO LONG ON IT BUT ?????
You frowned when you saw Maleficent ushering her daughter and Mal’s three best friends behind her, leading them to a shiny, black car. You stepped out from the shadows, casting a curious glance at Evie.
“Where are you going?” You asked, your voice low and quiet so you didn’t attract Maleficent’s attention.
“Auradon!” The blue-haired girl responded, and you felt your heart drop into your shoes. What? Why were they going to Auradon?
“Why are you going there? Are you guys in trouble? Do you need me to,” You waggled your fingers, dark violet smoke curling from your pale purple fingertips. “Distract someone?”
Evie shook her head, smiling at you. “No, we’re going to Auradon Prep! Some type of exchange student thing.” She frowned when she seemed to realize what that meant. “Oh no, __y/n__,” She spoke softly, and you hated to see the frown on her pretty face.
You shook your head. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” Would it suck to lose them? Of course. But you wanted them to get off the Isle of the Lost. They would be better off in Auradon.
a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason
The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”
“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”
You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”
“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.
“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”
Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.