Bet with my Bae-st friend.
So, more than a year ago, my great and dumb friend found my tumblr app on my phone and tried to read my “work”. He then told me that if I let him read what I wrote, he would write one. I gave him the prompt: “tall girl meets Jay Park”. This is the nonsense he sent back ONE YEAR LATER.
Yellow skirt, white T-shirt standing outside under the blinking neon lights. The smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, the bar behind you was humming with the vibrations of the bass with silhouettes of the drunken masses clustered inside. You tighten the grip on your wadded-up jacket, it was better out here. Always the outsider. With your head always above the level of the crowd, you always stood out. Staring down at your beat-up sneakers, you wiped your nose and took a deep breath of the cold evening air.
“Noisy” Shifting your gaze from the shoes to your brand-new vomit-stained jacket. Some asshole inside couldn’t hold his liquor and ruined the night. Focusing on the jacket, you were being oblivious to the luxury car that crept towards the nightclub. The sterling silver vehicle pulled close to the curb. Stepping out in a tight t-shirt, all black shades with his entourage behind him, little Jay came out to play. Moving towards the door, Jay slowed down. “Lost?”, Jay asked admiring your figure. Startled by the sudden appearance of a stranger, you let out a small peep and had taken a step back. Looking at the icon that stood in front of you, you quickly brush your hair behind your ear. “I didn’t realize you were cute and mute” giving a cheeky smile that hid his mischievous agenda. You smile. Suddenly you felt like you have stepped into the limelight. “Relax, I’m not that scary”, Jay said taking a small step forward. Struggling to find words, you told him that you were just tired of the club and was on your way home. “Trust me, a party is always better with good company”, Jay reached out for your hand. “Maybe if you party with me, you night might just get a little better?’. You chuckle. Grabbing you by the hand and pulling you towards the door, Jay reassures you. Dropping the jacket behind you find yourself taken away into the night. Back into the bright lights. Even though the bar was crowded, it felt like you two were the only ones there. Jay started to show off some choreographed moves and sang loudly along to the music. You almost immediately begin to mimic his moves and loudly sing along with him. Reaching for your hand, he twirls you around, pulls you close and sways to the rhythm. Still loudly singing, you have both reached a point where your making up lyrics. You run your fingers through his hair. It is literally how you imagined it. Soft, thick and smooth; Almost nothing could ruin this moment. Almost nothing; Whatever evil you have done in your past life had reincarnated into a drunk 20-year prick that vomited your jacket. Now, he came back to apologize. Spilling his drink on your back, he shouts out how he would pay you back for the ruined jacket. Your shirt and skirt reeks of alcohol, people in the crowd are now staring at you and worst of all, Jay let go of you to deal with the nuisance behind you. Unfortunate; Embarrassed, you make your way through the masses to reach to the bathroom.
You run into the girl’s restroom, lucky for you you’re the only one there. You pull off your white top and hold it under the running sink. Standing in the bathroom in your bra is not the most glorifying position to be in the world but it could be worse. You hear the door creek open. This may be one of the only few moments of your life where you didn’t want to see Jay Park’s hair and eyes. Flushed, you cover your chest and leave your shirt in the sink. “You doing alright? I wanted to check up on you”. Jay stepped into the bathroom. On the verge of tears, you tell him that the stain isn’t going to come out. You try to convince him that he should just enjoy the rest of the night without you. You couldn’t even look at him. Wiping your tears and shifting your eyes, you finally decide to look at him. To your surprise you see him taking off his t-shirt and offering it to you. “Think of it as a cute crop top”. Looking into your eyes, you see his smile. His body was flawless. His toned body, tattoos and abs made your heart squeal. Peeking out from his pants were boxer briefs that pressed close to the V that formed at his waist. “Let me take care of your shirt”. You pull him close. Feeling the warmth of his body, you begin to kiss. He moves his hand around you and begins to grope your ass. He bites your lip and you begin to French kiss. He moves you unto the counter and you feel his hard on against your crotch. He slides your skirt off, “You okay?” He asked. You cleared your throat, “I’m fine.” Jay presses a finger to your clit and you gasped again. “What’s wrong?” He asked sarcastically. Then he started to move his finger in a circular motion.
“How I hate writing this so much, why did I agree to this” complains a voice over the speakers. Jay backs off of you and looks back at the restroom door. After a moment of silence, he looks back at you, shrugs and smiles. The stall behind them flushes. Did you think the bathroom was empty? I know I said it was empty earlier but I changed my god damn mind. You grab Jay and run into the last stall (the handicapped one, because you’re a terrible person). Passions are dying down but you kiss him in efforts to reignite. Electric surges run through your body as you run your hand through his hair. Jay, terribly confused but also incredibly horny goes with the flow. Unknown to him, its been an entire year that Jay has been rubbing your clit. The author had been procrastinating that long to finish this piece. You know the author isn’t going to make this easy but you are GOING TO GET THAT JAY PARK DICK (eventually). You take off your bra. There could have a more romantic way to go about it but ultimately this is a quickie in the club.
Looking through the crack of the bathroom stall, you see a nun washing her hands at the sink next to an overflowing sink due to a white top blocking the drain. Ignoring the consequences of your previous actions, you lock the cubicle. Jay pushed your back against the wall. His lips once again meet your fierce and desperate. Your hands drop and you begin to tug at his zipper. Jay helps you out and drops his pants. He moans against your mouth. “Holy fuck.” Jay whispers “Do you always get prettier the less you have on?”. You break into a smile and reply “But are we going to fuck or not?”. Now he is the one blushing. You bend down toward the black boxer briefs. Your hands meet his perfect V and you pull down the briefs. Alas, fate is a cruel mistress. The author did google and thoroughly researched about average penis length and girth sizes to accurately determine the most realistic size for men of that region. He realized two things, racism isn’t necessarily fact and that also he is racist. If you had used the word small to describe the imaginary dick in front of you, it would have been generous. You shrug your shoulders and now you fuck. With as much grace as possible, I have written my smut. For all the sluts for smut, I am sorry that this disappointed you.
