Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 6,061 Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.
also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1
You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.
“Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”
When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.
So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”
Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.
Thandie Newton by Hasse Nielsen for The Edit Magazine, January 2017
I’m challenged all the time: being a woman who doesn’t want to communicate sexually as a way of making people comfortable; being a woman in a tough industry; being a spokesperson for voiceless women; being African, but also being English. There are so many things I need to speak for.
➵ summary: from childhood friends to business owners. too afraid to take it further, either your or jiyong has to make the first move. ➵ author’s note: this is by far my longest work ever. i’m not gonna lie though, i’ve been living for these 5k+ fics, i’m gonna have to start writing more. and i know, i write a lot of g-dragon, don’t kill me for it. ➵masterlist ➵ disclaimer
I’m challenged all the time: being a woman who doesn’t want to communicate sexually as a way of making people comfortable; being a woman in a tough industry; being a spokesperson for voiceless women; being African, but also being English. There are so many things I need to speak for.
I used to have so much respect for Cube because they were the company that gave trainees second chances at their dreams but man, they’ve reached new lows. A part of me thinks it’s just a tactic but a part of me thinks they are really that shady. Beast and Hyunseung didn’t even know and all 6 of them were shocked by their announcement. Cube is trying to erase & replace their legacy - something they built for 7 years. Beast isn’t a top idol name for no damn reason. They made strides with their quality music in this tough industry. I’m absolutely appalled as someone who has been a fan of Cube Ent artists since 2009. If it was just the name Beast they weren’t giving back, I wouldn’t be so angry, but they have the gall to try and re-group, for what? For money? For pettiness? It’s absolutely frustrating. I know a lot has changed since CEO Hong stepped down and iHQ bought up most their stocks but this is just so suspicious and disgraceful.
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A big ol’ OC dump, I want to try and do more with these guys, make some paintings and stuff. (Poppy was in the teapot painting a while back) They’re a bunch of graduate art students trying to navigate life ;3.
-Trent- he/him (transguy)- a wannabe concept artist, he wants to get into one of the big companies, but its a tough industry- so he works in the local garden centre part time.
-Tess- she/her- (transgirl) She’s doin’ really well making pattern based artwork for greeting cards and stationary, her parents are proud as heck :p. She’s gotten a few of her things into the fancier chain stores, as well as local arty shops.
- Alex- they/them (agender) They’re assistant manager in the record store, and a big fan of obscure indie music (they pretty much impressed the boss into giving them a job.) A fine art graduate, they work big and abstract and participate in local shows sometimes.
-Poppy- she/her (nb) She spends most of her time working in the studio space with Tess, she does soft colourful stuff for children’s books, but also volunteers in the charity shop a couple of times a week (and gets…a lot of her clothes from there).
-Kit- she/her- She’s actually the only non artist, she works in the cafe at the garden centre, and met Trent there (he has a big obvious crush on her). She’s since been absorbed into the friend group, but she doesn’t live in the same flat. She’s slightly obsessed with motorbikes.
[a note about the lineup- there’s two Poppys because I wanted to draw alternate outfits, and I got lazy after her…] [also Poppy and Tess are nearing 6 foot and make everyone else look TINY]
“I’m challenged all the time: being a woman who doesn’t want to communicate sexually as a way of making people comfortable; being a woman in a tough industry; being a spokesperson for voiceless women; being African, but also being English.” — Thandie Newton for The Edit Magazine
After being rightfully ditched by Coloratura, Svengallop is trying to turn his life around (sort of) by helping some talented ponies get their break in the tough superstar industry! This agent has his work cut out for him!
New Chapter - How would Harry and Y/N react if Oliver wanted to branch out into the music business as a teenager and follow in his parent's footsteps.
Oliver had always loved being around music and you and Harry whenever you would be working on something. He would tag along to the studio at times and he would spend some time in the makeshift home studio as well. He had learned to play guitar and piano at an early age and even sang in the school talent show every year.
However, neither you or Harry knew Oliver had been considering getting out into the music industry until one night when he approached you both about it. All the younger kids were fast asleep, while you and Harry were working on a song together when Oliver knocked on the door.
“Hey, Ollie, what’s up?” Harry asked.
“Can I talk to you two about something?” He asked.
“Of course, sweetheart, everything okay?” You asked.
Oliver walked in and sat down looking at the two of you. You could tell he was nervous to talk about whatever it was he wanted to have a conversation about.
“Everything’s fine,” Oliver said. “I just… I wanted to run an idea with you.”
“And what’s that?” Harry asked.
Oliver took a deep breath. “You know how much I love music, right?”
“Yeah, we know,” you nodded. “But what about it?”
Oliver bit his lip and looked at you and Harry. “I want to pursue music. I want to perform in front a crowd. I want to write and record my own album and tour the world. I want to do what you two have done since you were my age.”
You and Harry looked at each other before Harry spoke up. “I’m not exactly surprised that you want to do this, and I’m proud of you for wanting to do it. However, the music industry is tough. Yes, your Mum and I started out young, but it wasn’t this glamorous life. It was hard work. We were away from our families and everything we knew, our lives went from 0-60 almost overnight.I have no doubt that you can do all that, son, because I see in it you, but there are things your Mum and I missed out on because we started so young and we’d hate for you miss out on those as well.”
“Your Dad’s right,” you nodded. “When we had you and your siblings, your father and I both agreed we’d give you all the most “normal” life as you grew up even though our careers were not so “normal.” We’re not saying we don’t want you to pursue this, we just really want you to think long and hard before you decide.”
“I know and I have,” Oliver said. “I know there are things I’d miss out on if I made it, but look at all the things I’d get to do if I did make it. Look at what you two accomplished.”
“He does have a point,” Harry nodded.
“If you’re absolutely sure this is something you want to do, then we’ll support you 110%,” you smiled.
“Thank you,” he said. “But there’s something I want to add.”
“What’s that?” You asked.
“I don’t… I don’t want either of you to make a call to someone… I want to do this myself,” he said. “I want to know that I can make it on my own and that people will like my music for me… which is why I want to audition for the X Factor.”
“Really?” Harry perked up.
He nodded. “I looked it up and they’re having auditions here soon, I just need your permission,” he said.
“Where do I sign?” Harry smiled widely.
Oliver smiled and pulled out the paper to give to him. Harry quickly signed it and hugged him.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered. “No matter what happens, okay?”
“We love you, baby boy,” you smiled hugging him tightly.
“Muuumm,” he whined.
You laughed. “It doesn’t matter how old you are or how tall you are, you’re still my baby.”
He laughed. “I love you,” he said hugging you again.
“I love you too, now, it’s getting late, so why don’t you head on to bed,” you said.
He nodded and went to walk out of the room before looking at the two of you again. “Thanks again,” he smiled.
“You’re welcome,” Harry smiled.
When Oliver was gone, you looked over at Harry. “Our little boy is growing up,” you whispered.
“Yeah, he is,” he smiled kissing your head before you both decide to head to be yourselves.
This is kind of an odd question, but do you know of any amazing women in the animation industry? They can be animators, artists, directors, or any kind of leader. With animation having a history of being male dominated, its very easy to find male inspirations. I want to be inspired by the women in the industry, and learn about their stories and how they got to where they are today. (My goal is to become a story artist and work in a large studio at some point.)
Oh yes! One of my personal favorites is Mary Blair. She was a lead concept artist on numerous Walt Disney films including Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, and many short films as well. Her artwork is absolutely vital to Disney’s history.
It should also be noted that in the early days of animation, while women weren’t allowed to be animators, they took a HUGE part in animation by being in the Ink and Paint department. There are so many uncredited women who are really responsible for all the cell work you see in animated movies up until the 60s.
I recently talked about Lotte Reiniger on my youtube channel when Shawn and I looked at her first film “The Adventures of Prince Achmed” and I definitely recommend people check her work out. Dedicated women who specialized in all areas to make her films.
For more modern examples, there is of course women like Rebecca Sugar (creator of Steven Universe) and Laurn Faust (Powerpuff Girls, My Little Pony) and Brenda Chapman was the first women director of a Pixar movie (Brave) and Claire Keane is a brilliant illustrator/concept artist for Disney.
And while many don’t have a name in the industry (yet!) I’d be keeping your eye on the youtube community of animators which is made up by a very large number of women. Remember to keep supporting your favorite artists! It’s a tough industry out there! :D
Agree and with BM we also have to realize that besides the money angle Scott looks better being the supportive label in a tough conservative industry. It would not look good if Taylor talks about the trials of CO and she wasn't supported by her label. JMO!
I personally suspect Taylor will found her own label eventually, as Ed Sheeran did. We know she likes to foster new talent, and we know that she hopes to continue song writing after she gives up performing, so I can see it happening. It would also fit with the current perception of Taylor as a savvy businesswoman / entrepreneur. I can see her and Big Machine “amicably parting ways” for TS7, and Taylor taking up more of a producing role. Just some thoughts.
Finally figured out when I’m doing with the rest of the story and now
we can start moving again. Thanks for all the love on last chapter. It’s
appreciated. Here’s a link to the other chapters in case you need to refresh
your memory or catch up. Enjoy!
Derek should have known when Ahsha mentioned the mirrors on
the ceiling a year ago, that she was going to love them. The couple spent the
last three nights at the baller’s upscale Los Angeles condo. Ahsha had fallen
in love with the ceiling mirrors she fell upon before they became romantically
involved. Though her muscles were screaming, the dancer had a big sexual
appetite that Derek had no problem feeding that morning. Their one year
anniversary was the next day and they had started celebrating early.
Surviving a year in this harsh industry was tough. Dating as
an athlete was simply a challenge, especially if you were popular.
“Damn, Ahsha,” Derek moaned, gripping the dancer’s thighs as
she rolled her hips against him. A sheen of sweat lay upon her mocha brown
skin. With her head thrown back, her body quivered as pleasure rumbled through
her petite frame.
Waking up to morning sex got their days started off right.
Hands planted on Derek’s broad chest, Ahsha slowly rolled her hips, feeling
every inch of him sink inside of her. The sun wasn’t even up, yet the love
birds couldn’t wait to please each other. Derek couldn’t help but admire
Ahsha’s beautiful features under the dim lighting. His hands roamed her
chocolate thighs and found their way to Ahsha’s hips, before Derek pulled
himself into a seated position. Ahsha placed her hands on each side of his
neck, her head still hanging back as she stared at herself in the ceiling
mirror. The rise and fall of their brown bodies turned her on even more.
Derek’s lips connected with her sensitive buds, licking and sucking until
Ahsha’s body began to shake. The dancer’s nails dug into Derek’s shoulders as
the player matched her rhythm. Flipping them over, Derek spread Ahsha’s thighs,
before settling between them.
“You trying to tire yourself out before the day even
starts,” Derek teased roughly pumping himself into Ahsha’s heated flesh.
Her body jolted violently with each stroke. “Oh shit,” she
cried, closing her eyes tightly, trying her best to hold on through Derek’s hard
“Open your eyes, baby,” he forced out in between shallow
breaths. Following Derek’s demands, Ahsha opened her eyes to see their slick
bodies moving in the mirror. Watching their reflection in such a naughty act,
was probably one of the most erotic things Ahsha had ever done. She watched her
changing expressions the more Derek pounded into her petite body. His back
muscles bulged as he tried to control his own release. But, she felt so good
that it hurt. The tightness of Ahsha’s quivering womanhood, swallowed him,
making it difficult to pace himself. Paired with her moans and nails clawing at
his back, Derek was bound to lose it at any moment.
Wrapping her legs tightly around Derek’s waist, the dancer
rolled her hips upwards, meeting his tantalizing thrusts. The headboard bumped
loudly against the wall, only a small indication of how hard they were going. Their
bodies rattled from the pleasure, but they couldn’t stop. By this time, they
were both drenched in sweat.
Derek whispering the dirtiest things in Ahsha’s ear, only
heightened her senses. She could feel her heart thumping in her ears as Derek
lightly bit into her neck. A powerful sensation pulsed throughout her muscles
as the dancer climaxed. Her partner quickly pulled out. “You know I hate when
you do that,” Ahsha sighed, barely able to catch her breath. Ever since their
pregnancy scare a couple of months ago, Derek wasn’t even chancing it. With
their luck, the next time wouldn’t be a scare. “I’m sure you’re not ready for
me to put a baby in you, yet,” Derek answered rolling over to his side of the
bed. Laying against the damp sheets, the couple stared back at themselves in
the mirrors up above. “Them damn mirrors will be the death of me,” he laughed,
glancing over at Ahsha who was still trying to recover.
Later that morning, the couple had a big breakfast to start
off their day. “You making those chocolate pancakes again,” Ahsha asked,
entering the kitchen in Derek’s dress shirt from the night before. Little did
she know, chocolate pancakes would become a staple in their family.
“Nope, I know how much you loved those the last time,” the
baller joked, remembering the first time he made Ahsha pancakes. The poor girl
didn’t leave his house the entire day.
“Very funny,” Ahsha playfully hit his arm, before sitting on
the counter near the fridge. “You never told me where we were going for our
“Because you aren’t supposed to know. It’s a surprise,” he
winked, turning towards the dancer. In nothing but basketball shorts, Derek
“Bet I can get the surprise out of you,” Ahsha hummed,
biting her bottom lip and reaching for the top of Derek’s shorts.
“Hey now, you need to save your energy for the surprise,” he
replied, still stepping between Ahsha’s legs and resting his hands on the counter.
“Ugh, fine. Guess I’ll wait,” she pouted, crossing her
ankles at Derek’s waist. “Impatiently,” Ahsha added under her breath before
pecking her man on the lips.
“Your patience will pay off,” came Derek’s reply. He placed
a tender kiss on Ahsha’s forehead before turning back to the stove. “Now if you
keep questioning me, you might get yourself in trouble.”
After falling silent for a few seconds, Ahsha cooed, “Baby,”
causing Derek to turn back around. The grin on her face only made him smile. “Where
are we going?” Her boyfriend laughed to himself and placed the spatula back on
the counter. Their playful banter was one of the many highlights of his
morning. For once, Derek could say he was truly happy with his life and the
direction he was going.
Leaning towards Ahsha’s ear, Derek whispered, “Keep playing,
Davenport.” His words make her pool between her legs. Though a soreness had
formed from their activities that morning, that ‘threat’ was promising.
Before she was free to leave for her surprise anniversary
trip, Ahsha had to attend dance practice. It was hard to focus on practice when
Derek was holding out and not telling her where they were going.
“Sooo, what are ya’ll doing for your anniversary,” Kyle
questioned, joining Ahsha on the floor to stretch. “Bet he’s going all out for
you, girl. Private jets, fancy cars, mansions….no telling what he has planned.”
“Wait, has he told you anything,” Ahsha piped, moving in
closer. “He won’t tell me a thing, but I can act shocked. Where is he taking
Kyle’s eyes widened as she held up her hands. “Derek hasn’t
told me a damn thing. And if he did, I wouldn’t go blabbing about it. What type
of friend do you think I am?”
“The type to tell me what Derek has up his sleeve,” Ahsha
added, tilting her head to the side.
“Ha! Well, I don’t know a thing. So, it looks like you won’t
be getting info from me, Carebear,” the blonde quipped, shaking her head. “Let
that man surprise you and stop being nosey.”
“You two get on my nerves,” Ahsha groaned, rolling her eyes
dramatically. As they finished stretching, one of the assistant coaches entered
the gym with a notebook in her hands and blank expression. All the girls stopped
their side conversations and gave the coach their attention.
“Hello ladies,” she began. “Um…I have some bad news. This
morning, Jasmine was arrested for some really horrible crimes. We thought we
should tell you all first before it hits the news. Obviously, this means that Jasmine
is no longer a Devil Girl along with Diana, who we fired for other reasons.”
The entire group gasped and started talking amongst
themselves. Ahsha immediately thought back to that night she ran into one of
her teammates leaving Oscar’s office in tears.
“Please do not answer any questions from the media. We don’t
need to make this situation worse than it already is. I’m sorry this happened,
but we will move forward as a team and get past this,” the coach explained,
before thanking them and leaving the gym. They were all left in confusion. What
had Jasmine done to get arrested and what happened with the rookie, Diana?
“What the hell? Wonder what’s going on,” Kyle spoke to her
friend. “How do you come in here, drop a bomb like that and expect us to go
back to practice like nothing happened?” None of it made sense and the dancers
weren’t even given details on exactly what was going on with their captain. Ahsha
had a bad feeling that it was the very thing she avoided in Oscar’s office a
year ago. Since the Terrence breakup, Jasmine had been harder on Ahsha and she
was even more difficult to deal with. Practices were harder, Jasmine was the
devil in Devil Girls. The fact that her popularity was weening and Ahsha was
growing as a dancer and entertainer, made Jasmine’s skin crawl. So, she took it
out on another dancer, who was weak minded.
“I don’t know,” Ahsha replied, her mind still wandering. Whatever
was going on, she planned to stay far away from Oscar Kincade. Where there was
trouble, he always seemed to be in the background.
Later that afternoon, Ahsha had her bags packed and was
waiting at her parents for Derek to pick her up for their flight. Of course,
Sloane and Pete were concerned with Jasmine and Diana’s arrest. “Did this girl
ever try this mess with you,” Sloane asked her daughter as they sat on the
couch, watching a press conference from Oscar.
“Nope,” Ahsha lied, remembering the encounter in Oscar’s
office. There was no way she would ever let her mother know about that. Being a
judge, Sloane would have tried everything in her power to turn that place
“Wow, this is just disgusting. How was she getting away with
this for this long? That girl was selling bodies to get rich,” Sloane added in
disgust. No one knew who leaked the
information to the authorities but they had documents proving Jasmine was
pandering, which was illegal. She was receiving funds from people and basically
pimping out dancers. Diana was an easy target and supposedly one of Jasmine’s
most popular prostitutes. If convicted, Jasmine could serve 3-6 years in
prison. Everything she had worked for was gone and her reputation was in
“It’s crazy,” was all Ahsha could say. A person like Jasmine
was hard to feel sorry for and as sympathetic as Ahsha could be, she had none
for the ex-Devil Girl.
The mother and daughter were interrupted by Pete and Derek talking
loudly from the kitchen. “Uh oh, looks like your dad’s buddy is here,” the
mother stated, pushing herself to her feet. “I’d much rather hear about sports
than this mess.”
They found Pete and Derek watching the kitchen television. “Hogging
Derek again,” Ahsha asked, sneaking up behind her boyfriend and father.
“Oh, hey baby. We were just looking at this draft stuff. I
told your pops that he should let me make a few decisions for his team,” Derek suggested,
pulling his girlfriend into a hug. “I don’t think he trusts my decisions.”
“Hey, you stick to basketball,” Pete added. “Let me handle
the football stuff.” Seeing Pete and Derek bond so quickly was heartwarming. Ahsha
being Pete’s only child, he missed out on having a son. So, any chance he got
to talk sports with Derek, he took advantage of it. These talks would go on all
night if Ahsha or Sloane didn’t step in.
“Hi Mrs. Davenport,” Derek said, hugging Ahsha’s mother.
This was the one relationship that was the most important outside of his bond
with Ahsha. Sloane, like many mothers, didn’t know how to take Derek at first.
All she knew about him was that he was a professional athlete and her mind went
straight for the stereotype. Typical male athlete with many women and many
problems. Over the past year, Sloane began to get to know the baller and had to
admit she was wrong for judging the book by its cover.
“Hey sweetie. You two about ready to go,” she asked, clasping
her hands together.
“You trying to kick me out,” Ahsha gasped playfully. “Fine
then, guess I’ll get out of here then.”
“Perfect timing, with all this mess going on. Can’t believe
that girl was doing this sort of stuff in the arena. Maybe you two can escape
the media frenzy to follow,” Pete added, slapping Derek’s shoulder. “Guess we’ll
let you two get out of here. Have fun and be safe.” Pete and Sloane said their goodbyes and walked
Derek and Ahsha to the front door.
“Ever been to the Hamptons,” Derek asked Ahsha when they
reached their limo. The dancer could only shriek in excitement as they began
their journey to the airport.
After settling in their luxury Hampton vacation home, the
two began getting ready for their dinner reservations later that night.
Steam settled in the spacious bathroom as Ahsha relaxed
against Derek’s chest in the jet stream tub. Eyes closed and feeling relaxed,
the dancer enjoyed the feeling of Derek’s fingers massaging her scalp. “You
sure we can’t just live here,” the dancer sighed.
“That would take you moving in with me first,” Derek shot
back, making Ahsha’s eyes pop open.
“Move in,” she repeated. “Derek-“
“I know, I know. You don’t want to rush it. I’m just saying
the mansion is open whenever you want to make that move.” That would be a major
step in their relationship and honestly, it was scary. Everything was going
well for them and moving in too soon would ruin them. Were they ready? Derek
liked to think he was. “Can I ask you something,” Derek questioned, after the
silence became too much. When Ahsha gazed up at him, he continued, “Do you
Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Of course, I do, what made
you ask that,” Ahsha exclaimed turning her body, so she was facing Derek.
“Trust has nothing to do with me not moving in. I just…I don’t want us to move
“Even though you’re over my house and I’m at your apartment
everyday,” the baller added, cocking a brow.
Derek shook his head. “It’s cool, no need to explain. I get
it,” he expressed. But Ahsha knew it wasn’t cool and Derek obviously felt like
she didn’t trust him enough to make this big move. Wanting to clear up that
assumption, Ahsha straddled his lap causing water to overflow. “I trust you,”
“That’s good to know. You know I’d never intentionally hurt
you. At least I hope you know that,” Derek began. “Again, the mansion is open
to you whenever you want to make that move. No rush and no pressure from me.”
“I want us to be on the same page,” Ahsha explained. “We are
serious and this isn’t some fling. I’m in it for the long haul….if you are.”
Derek’s hands slipped under Ahsha’s bottom, “Baby, it’s
going to take a lot to run me off. After all that chasing I did, you think I’m
going somewhere,” the baller exclaimed.
“Good,” she teased, slightly moving her hips.
“I mean, who is going to put it on you like I do,” Derek’s
deep voice beckoned, alluding to a special night they had ahead of them. “Or do
you like this,” he continued, his thick fingers finding Ahsha’s opening. Falling
victim to Derek’s sexy tease, Ahsha closed her eyes and began moving against
Derek’s hand. “Or this,” he assured, kissing Ahsha’s neck. The light touch of
his lips on her skin drove her insane. Warmth spread throughout her body as
Derek’s tongue traced a pattern down to her collarbone.
“Oh,” Ahsha gasped, as Derek moved his fingers in and out of
her womanhood. Water spilled out onto the floor as Ahsha quickly grabbed the
sides of the tub, bracing herself. Pleased with himself and his lady love’s
response Derek slowly worked his fingers, while massaging her sensitive bud. The
dancer became jelly in his hands, sweet moans a beautiful song his ears. Ahsha’s
lips parted as she concentrated on a rhythm, following the soft sway of the
water. Their love boat was surely taking off for the night.
Ahsha continued rolling her hips against Derek’s fingers as
he massaged the most sensitive part of her body. “Derek…” she moaned, his name
the only thing she could push from her lips. Pressing his mouth to her chest,
Derek’s fingers slid in and out, causing his girlfriend’s body to shudder. He
felt her grinds become jagged as she neared her release. Ahsha’s grip on the
tub tightened as she rode out her climax.
The young couple only had a little time to spare if they
wanted to make it to dinner on time. Reservations were at 9pm and they were
leaving the house at 8:36pm. Their driver was waiting out front for them. “If
you weren’t playing around in the tub, we could be on time,” Ahsha complained,
climbing into the limo.
“But who wanted to take a bath when the shower would have
been faster? ‘No, Derek let’s take a bath, I love this tub,” Derek mocked
holding Ahsha’s hand as she climbed inside.
“I don’t even sound like that,” the dancer argued, with a
“I think you enjoyed yourself in that tub too,” Derek
winked, as their driver shut the back door. “Maybe we can continue after
But some things couldn’t wait.
On their way to the restaurant, the pair couldn’t keep their
hands to themselves. The sneaky touches
and sex eyes were a match that neither one of them could win. “You better stop
before you start something you can’t finish,” Ahsha joked when Derek’s hand
landed on her bare thigh.
“Now you know I can finish it,” he replied in her ear, his
breath tickling her neck and sending her into a fit of giggles. “So, what do
you say,” Derek asked, implying that they finish what they started in the tub.
“We’re in a limo,” Ahsha whispered, looking at the driver
who was taking glances at them in the rearview mirror.
“Okay,” Derek teased. Ahsha’s eyes fell upon the bulge in
his pants. Looking back towards the driver, she asked, “Sir, could you roll up
Without question, the driver said, “Will do, ma’am.” The dark
window separating the front and back seat, rolled up. Derek bit his bottom lip
when Ahsha hiked up her dress and straddled his lap. Unzipping his trousers,
Derek helped Ahsha ease down on his hardened length. Suppressing her moan, she
began to ride Derek as best she could in such a confined space.
“Good way to start off our anniversary night, huh,” Derek
quizzed, his strong hands gripping Ahsha’s hips as she rose and fell.
“Mmmmmhhhm,” she hummed, circling her hips. “You think the
driver knows what we’re doing?”
“He will, if you don’t stay quiet,” Derek boomed, meeting
her rhythm, causing Ahsha to moan loudly. Their driver wasn’t listening to music, so
they knew he could hear. “I’m pretty sure he knows now,” the player noted, his
hands moving the dancer’s hips up and down. With her fingernails digging into the leather
seats behind them, Ahsha gave her man the ride of his life…and it had nothing
to do with the limo.
“I’m going to sweat my hair out,” Ahsha huffed, feeling
sweat form on the back of her neck. At this point, she was sacrificing her
thick tresses for dick and it seemed worth it. Derek’s hand palmed the back of
her head, his lips curving into a smile.
“But, it’s worth it though, right,” came Derek’s response. When
Ahsha didn’t answer, he pumped his hips upward. “Right?”
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned. Picking up her pace, the back of
Ahsha’s thighs roughly collided with Derek’s thick legs.
All their poor driver
could do was politely interrupt them over the intercom system. “Um, excuse me…we
should be at Tutto II Giomo in about four minutes.”
“We’ll be ready,” Derek answered, before covering Ahsha’s
mouth with his own to quiet her down. Their tongues becoming a mass of
desperation and lust. Four minutes to spare and their bodies were a ticking time
bomb. “Fuuuck…Derek, I’m close,” Ahsha cried out between kisses.
“That’s it baby, let it out,” Derek encouraged, squeezing
her firm buttocks. How did his voice still sound soothing in a moment like
this? Violently grinding her hips against the player, Ahsha began to catch a
cramp in her leg, but that wasn’t stopping her. “Mmmm, girl you just don’t know
how powerful your pussy is,” he whispered in her ear, when they hit a speed
bump. Ahsha’s body betrayed her, sending a potent force throughout her body. The
orgasm touched every nerve, almost paralyzing her as the pressure thumped
between her legs. She had never felt anything like it in her sexual life. No
words could describe how euphoric it felt.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Ahsha stated unable to
Once the car came to a stop, they attempted to straighten
themselves up before the driver came around to open their door. “We have
arrived. Enjoy your dinner,” the driver said, not even able to look them in the
eye. You would think he’d be used to this type of behavior. He spent more time
getting his interior cleaned than actually driving people.
“Thanks man,” Derek replied, handing him a healthy tip.
Good food and wine always set the right mood. Add in good
conversation and it was a perfect night. “You’re looking a bit tired, baby,”
Derek said after Ahsha yawned. “Limo ride wear you out,” he added suggestively,
narrowing his eyes.
“I’m not tired, just relaxed. I feel…good.” Ahsha sighed in
Butterflies formed in her stomach when Derek reached across the
table and grabbed her hand. “You look beautiful tonight,” he spoke sweetly, his
gaze fixated on Ahsha. “Thanks for making this year one of the best in my life.”
Squeezing his hand, Ahsha blushed, “And thank you for doing
the same. Thanks for trusting me, Derek. I know this is all new to you but you’ve
been great and that’s all I can ask for.”
Hearing Ahsha pour out her heart was refreshing and made
Derek feel like he had finally done something right when it came to
relationships. “I know I gave you a hard time in the beginning,” she continued.
“But, I’m happy I gave it a chance. Especially after Bobbi threatened my ass
multiple times. I wish she could have gotten to know you more, you would have
loved her crazy ass,” the young dancer stated, a hint of sadness in her tone.
It had been a year since she had tragically lost her friend. Ever since then,
Ahsha learned to appreciate every day and the people in her life more and more.
Her relationship with Derek was cherished more than he would
every know and vice versa. Sensing that pang of sadness, Derek gently massaged
her knuckles with his thumb. “I won’t take that chance for granted,” he grinned,
his smile spreading widely across his face.
“Oh, I know you won’t,” Ahsha cheesed. “After what we did in
that limo, I have you wrapped.” Thinking back to their sexy car ride almost
made Ahsha blush. Their feelings for each other were reaching new levels.
Derek picked up his wine glass and held it in the air, “To
growth, love and us.”
“Forever,” Ahsha replied, clinking her glass against his.
She was the one.
Thank you for being so patient with me! I hope you all enjoyed this
chapter. Dersha has finally reached a milestone and next chapter we will skip
ahead 3 years. Thanks for reading!
Maybe we’ll get some mirror action when Hit the Floor returns to @betnetworks. Hmm? *wink wink*
AAHHHH I'm so happy to know you're a geahrl :3 'Cause most of the artists are guys and when a girl comes with such cool and amazing fanarts this make me very happy and this has to be more known. We need more female artists who do such an incredible job like you, keep going this way ma geahrl! o/ ^-^ I love your work, the best widowtracer arts I've ever seen <3
There are actually quite a lot of female artists for Overwatch - both fanartists and those working at Blizzard! They’re extremely talented and their work is super fantastic! :) I’m not too sure about the numbers, but there are definitely a lot of geahrls making official art and fanart for Overwatch! It’s awesome~ ^^
I do agree that we should keep encouraging and supporting female artists, especially those who want to get into creating artwork professionally for games! It’s a tough industry for everyone, but unfortunately, female artists do encounter tricky/awkward situations sometimes in the workplace..-_- Hopefully things continue to improve in the right direction!
tbh, I didn’t feel like I needed to bring up the fact that I was a geahrl before…But when I play OW sometimes, I still get comments like: “Whaaat? You’re a girl who plays Overwatch?”, “You’re lying that you’re a girl! You must be a little boy!” XDD So…now I feel more strongly about showing that girls are also really into Overwatch and play competitively too! >:D
Thanks for checking out my ow fanart and for the kind words! :D