decription: the exhausting shoot for the Thriller music video has finally wrapped, but michael isn't quite ready to go home yet. When you tease him about his terrifying zombie makeup, his shy, curious side comes out..and he decides to show you that he can give you a real thrill all on his own.
pairings: 1982!thriller era michael jackson x fem!reader / shy-curious!michael
cw: mdni / light smut / fluff /neck kissing / biting / light touching, romantic tension/ he knows what he wants / he shows you da reeeal thrill ... / flirting
the studio lights had finally dimmed, leaving behind the lingering scent of latex makeup, faux fog, and sweet hairspray. the exhausting, days-long shoot for the thriller short film was officially wrapped, but michael was still practically buzzing.
you were sitting on a leather sofa in his private trailer, helping him peel off the last bits of prosthetics along his hairline. he was out of the red leather jacket now, stripped down to a cozy, oversized knit sweater and dark trousers.
"I still can't believe you wore that zombie mask without breaking character once," you teased softly, dabbing a warm, damp cotton ball along his temple. "you were genuinely terrifying, michael. people are going to be having nightmares for weeks."
michael looked up at you through his dark eyelashes. a flush rose to his cheeks, and he fidgeted with the soft hem of his sweater, his thumb tracing the stitching.
"terrifying?" he murmured, a shy, crooked little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "you... you weren't actually scared of me, were you?"
"maybe a little," you admitted with a gentle laugh. "when you turned around with those yellow eyes? that ghoul look was pretty convincing."
michael went quiet for a moment. he bit his lower lip, his gaze dropping to where your knees were nearly touching his on the sofa. the playful, bashful nature he usually carried was there, but beneath it, a sudden, warm intensity settled into his dark eyes.
he reached out, his long, delicate fingers wrapping gently around your wrist to stop the cotton ball in your hand.
"well... I don't want you thinking about ghouls or monsters when you look at me," he whispered, his voice smooth and velvety-soft.
"cause I can thrill you way more than any ghoul would ever dare try."
your breath hitched. "michael?..."
he didn't pull back. Instead, guided by a quiet surge of confidence, michael slid closer until there wasn't a breath of air left between you. he tucked a stray curl behind your ear, his knuckles lingering against the hot skin of your cheekbone. his touch was hesitant at first, curious and tentative, but he knew exactly what he wanted.
"let me show you," he breathed against your lips.
before you could answer, his mouth pressed against yours.
the kiss started sweet and impossibly gentle—a tentative exploration that tasted like warm cola and vanilla. but as your arms wound around his neck, pulling him in, michael let out a quiet, shuddering hum of satisfaction. the shy boy melted away, replaced by the sheer, magnetic warmth of a man who held nothing back.
his hands moved to your waist, his long fingers pressing firm through your shirt as he guided you onto his lap. you gasped softly at the sudden shift, and michael took immediate advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding warmly against yours with a slow, intoxicating rhythm.
"michael..." you murmured between breathless kisses, your hands tangling into the soft, damp curls at the back of his head.
"stay right here," he whispered, his lips tracing a burning, feather-light path down your jaw to the sensitive spot right beneath your ear. he sucked gently, making your toes curl inside your shoes and a sweet shiver run straight down your spine. "you're so soft... so pretty..."
his hands slid up beneath the hem of your top, his palms hot and slightly trembling as they rested against the bare skin of your waist. he stroked his thumbs over your ribs in slow, worshipful circles, lifting you just enough to press your hips flush against his.
you could feel the heat radiating off him, the fast, heavy thrum of his heartbeat against your chest matching your own frantically racing pulse. every stroke of his hands, every soft bite against your neck, was a deliberate, passionate reminder of just how real—and how human he was.
when he finally pulled back, both of you were flushed, panting softly in the quiet, dim light of the trailer.
michael looked up at you, his eyes wide, dark, and utterly affectionate, a dusting of deep pink across his cheekbones. he rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding your waist tight, refusing to let you go.
"so," michael whispered, a sweet, triumphant grin breaking across his face as his thumb stroked your hip. "still thinking about the monsters?"
"not a chance," you laughed breathlessly, leaning down to press one last sweet kiss to his lips. "not a chance, michael."
sorry if im being rude for asking, but when does the aoteru smut come out? no rush
its totally fine, the light smut of Aoteru is coming out soon — just in the process of writing another p-link post for sugoh, and then gonna take a little hiatus so i can think of ideas for all of my drafts including the aoteru story.
Pairings: Kurt Kunkle x Bud Lee!Fem!reader
Summary: Your brother Bobby never seemed to like him, though you had always had a little crush on Kurt.
Warnings: Kurt in himself, suggestive teasing, Bobby bullying Kurt, kissing, mention of cumming in pants. Little bit of hand stuff while clothed
A/N: small blurb of my baby.
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The microwave beeped as you listened to the yelling from upstairs.
"Kurt just get out of my shot! none of my followers wanna see your stupid face!"
You frowned at the silence that followed that last comment, taking your noodles and mixing in the melted cheese, humming to yourself before going back to your room.
"But you said you were going to promote my channel" You heard Kurt argue lightly, sounding so sad you could almost picture the look on his face.
big brown eyes blown wide, bottom lip pouted, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.
You recall overhearing Bobby promising to give Kurt a shout-out; in fact, you recall him promising that all the time, his words always falling flat as he continued to disappoint Kurt.
"No, I didn't, why are you even here? No one invited you, get out of my house, Kurt, stop being such a fucking wannabe loser" Your brother yelled at his former babysitter.
You were at the end of the hall when you heard Bobby's door open, a saddened Kurt coming out, phone raised in hand, looking like he was fighting back tears.
You paused in front of your room, watching as he mumbled to his stream, you frowned, taking a step foward.
"Hey, Kurtie!"
He glanced up at your voice, the nickname you had given him since forever, causing the oh-so familiar blush to rise on his cheeks.
He swallowed, lowering his phone as he blinked in your direction.
"H-Hey!"
You offered a smile, beaming at him as you practically bounced over to him by the stairs.
"What'cha doing?"
He opened his mouth, pausing for a moment as he glanced at his phone, lowering it even more.
"Oh, Uh- just gonna go home, getting a bit tired, might do some sprees..." he answered, sounding unsure of himself.
"Oh," you tilted your head "I was hoping you'd wanna hang out...maybe do something fun?"
You watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat, blinking furiously as he looked down at his stream.
You stood there for a moment, waiting for an answer from the young man in front of you.
When he looked up, meeting your eyes, he looked almost shocked.
"You really wanna...hang out?" He questioned "...with me?"
You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand to drag him towards your room.
"C'mon cutie" you grinned, shutting the door behind him
He cleared his throat "uh...what?"
You giggled softly, tilting your head.
He always was so clueless when it came to your advanced.
Never quite understanding what your looks meant, words going in one ear and out the other.
Frustrating all the while cute.
"I said come on Kurtie" you lied, making your way over to your desk to put your food down.
Your ears perked up at the sound of the robotic voice coming from his chat.
Dude she just called you cute
You turned to him, watching a frown etch on his features, looking down at him phone that back up at you.
You stepped forward, reaching your hand out for his phone.
"How about we turn that off, huh? No reason why they should be watching us watch a movie, right?"
He opened his mouth, stuttering nonsense before you shushed him softly.
"You can always stream later, right? Just for an hour, take a little break from your little friends, spend some time with me"
You could see the hears turning slowly in his head at your words, trying to make up his mind.
On one hand, he only just started his stream when he got to your place, no more than 15 minutes ago, and on the other, he would really like to hang out with you.
You're not exactly cool like Bobby, not at famous, but at least you were nicer, actually wanted him there, or so it seemed.
So when you huffed and crossed your arms, he panicked.
"Or you could just go home"
He shook his head "no, no it's fine...I can't turn it off..."
You beamed in glee, grabbing onto his arm to drag him towards your bed.
You shuffled up to the headboard getting under the covers as he logged off the stream, bidding a cringe-worthy goodbye before turning his phone off, awkwardly sitting on the edge of your mattress, looking around.
Wasn't at big as Bobby's, he noted, nothing extravagant, and as much as he could know- you.
You chuckled at his uncomfortable state, feeling a bit guilty.
Did he feel like he couldn't leave?
Did he feel like you were forcing him?
You held your breath, looking at his back before fiddling with your thumbs.
"Did you wanna go?" You asked softly, looking away from him right as he looked back at you, shaking his head.
"No, no I wanna be here...with you"
Meeting his eyes once more, you smiled gently, patting the place beside you
"So did you wanna come up here or no?"
He blinked, looking at the spot beside you before giving you a simple nod, stiff limbs slowly making their way over to you, staying over the top of your blanket.
Laughing, you grab the remote on your nightstand, dropping it on his lap.
"You can choose what to watch, baby" you spoke quickly, the pet name slipping from your tongue subconsciously
He snapped his head in your direction, eyes blown wide, mouth hung open.
You lifted your hand to close his jaw, patting his cheek weakly.
"I'll give you a reason to open your mouth later honey" you teased mercifully, watching in reply time as his soul left his body.
"Well- uh- I- uh, what?" He stammered
"Oh come on, Kurtie..." you tilted your head shifting closer, you fingers tracing over the moles on his cheekbones.
"Come on what?" He questioned curiously, shifting his body to fully face you, almost like he wasn't believing the situation.
"Northing, I'm just waiting for you to pick a movie" you shrugged, pulling the covers closer to you.
He hummed in response, seemingly to be in his head as he clicks on nextflix, going through different categories "are you sure I can pick...we can watch whatever you want to"
You tsked, shuffling just a little closer until your shoulder pressed against his.
You heard his breath hitch in his throat as he crossed his legs together.
"You ok?" You wondered, fingers finding the cuff of his hoodie sleeve, tugging, and pulling at it.
"Yeah, of course" he answered quickly, a little too quickly.
You smiled weakly, hand sliding down his wrist to touch the pads of his fingertips, slowly interlocking them with yours.
"No...I mean about before" you started "I heard Bobby yelling at you...you don't deserve that"
He went quiet, gaze locked on your hands pressed together.
He felt his throat close up, palms sweating against yours.
"It's ok...I pushed him...he didn't mean it"
You looked at him, really, really looked at him, seeing the softness in his eyes, the slight quiver of his bottom lip, the flare of his nose.
"Bobby doesn't deserve you, Kurt, you didn't do anything wrong" you reassured him.
"He's my friend" he said weakly, like he was unsure of himself too.
"I know, but maybe you need to take a break from that turd...hang out with me for a while"
"We're hanging out now?"
You giggled "no...like...we're friends right?"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise "we're friends?"
"Of course we are, Kurt, more than friends"
He seemed confused at your words, eyebrows furrowing deeply, creasing his soft skin.
"Well not more than friends, but, you know?" You spoke hurriedly
"Sure..yeah"
You licked your lips, feeling the shake of his fingers.
"We could be more than friends though" you suggested, holding back your tone to not sound too eager.
Youve come so far to scare him off now.
He frowned in confusion "we could?"
With a nod, you grinned at him, giving a small squeeze to his hand.
"Of course...I mean, you're so cute how could I not want that?" You sighed dreamily, looking into the pair of eyes that were now clearly avoiding yours "do you want that?"
He stilled next to you, free hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.
"Well- I know you're- you're really pretty" he started weakly "and- and I have thought about it-"
"You have!? Kurtie I knew it"
"I just didn't think you'd-"
"Of course I would, are you kidding?"
Silence filled your bedroom again, and you began to grow aware of the clamminess of his hand against yours, fiercely sweating in your hold.
It was so pathetic.
He was such a loser.
But God did you want him so bad.
"Kurt?" You mumbled, shifting your body to face him more as he sat back against the headboard.
"Yeah" he replied smally, Adams apple bobbing in his throat.
"Do you think I could...kiss you?" You wondered hopefully, eyes gaze dropping to his pretty lips, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
The gears visibly turned in his head, halting every movement in his bones.
"You want- yes! Yeah..you can...if you want to, really?"
"Only if you want to, you know I care about you, right? I'd never force you to anything you do want to do"
He nodded frantically, perking up "no! I want to! I want to- please"
You smirked as he moved closer to you, eyes wide and full of what you could only call desperation.
"Yeah?" You hummed, letting go of his hand to cup his cheek, pinching it gently just to watch him squirm.
"Uh huh" he agreed giddily, leaning towards your hand subconsciously, eyes going hazy as he looks over you.
You were about to speak when you watched him close his eyes, lips just barely puckering, leaning forward just an inch to let you know he was ready.
You stifled back a laugh at him, shaking your head at his stupidity, leaning in anyway.
When your lips met his, you finally let yourself close your eyes, being in the moment to feel the tingle of his mouth.
As soft as it was sweet, he quickly became sloppy, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
His lips were wet, warm but oddly...cold at the same time.
You gasped against him as his kisses grew more frantic and wet, tongue grazing across your lips in a way that did not seem intentional.
In a way that let you know he's never kissed anyone before. But you were already 80% sure of that by now.
Especially as his hands grabbed at your forearms, not hard, not pulling, just desperately.
It was like he was possessed as he pulled you closer, hands leaving your arms to pathetically grab at your waist, fingers softly digging into the plush on your sides.
You pulled away, needing to breathe for a minute as he tried to lean back in.
You put your fingertips on his lips, guiding him backwards as you sighed.
"Calm down, baby...getting a little a little ahead of yourself, huh?" You teased, running your tongue over your lips, gathering his saliva to clean your mouth off.
He pouted animatedly "was it not okay?"
"No" you denied "it was good baby, great. Just...let me take the lead, yeah?"
He nodded along, instantly leaning forward to press his lips on yours, as if another second away would physically pain him.
With a surprised hum, you leaned closer, letting him kiss you for a minute before taking the ropes, reaching up to tug at the hair on the back of his neck.
You smiled into the kiss as he let out tiny little whines and moans at every little tug and run of your tongue against his.
You let your free hand drift lower, cascading down his chest to his lower stomach, stopping at the waistline of his pants.
You didn't think he noticed your advances until his hips buckled up, rubbing against your hand stupidly.
You let your hand press the growing buldge in his shorts, swallowing his needy moan as he rolled his hips, jutting against you.
It wasn't long before he was fully hard under his clothes, thrusting upwards as you rubbed and circled the area.
His lips never left yours as you shifted closer, taking his bottom lip and sucking on it.
It took one little squeeze of his buldge for his hips to halt, whines dragging out and tongue licking into your mouth lazily.
Your eyes opened after realising how he had stilled, feeling a warmth on your hand.
Pulling back, chest almost heaving, you looked down, noticing his shorts a little darker, looking a little damp to the touch.
Meeting his eyes, you sighed at the blown wide expression on his face, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
You stifled a giggle "did you just-"
"-Thank you" he cut you off.
You tilted your head "for what, baby?"
"That was good...nice" he replied cutely, resting his head back against the wall.
You looked around the room, suddenly feeling a little awkward, but gazing back to him, all that washed away as he stayed there looking so perfectly calm.
Lashes fluttering against his skin, lips parted just enough for him to breathe.
"You're welcome, Kurt" you spoke softly, teaching over him for the remote he had discarded. "So that movie, huh?"
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Don't know if I like this but oh well, need to get it out my drafts.
the knife against the cutting board was the only thing occupying your mind. trying to get this recipe right.
he strolls in, wet from his shower, towel wrapped around his waist. you had told him he can’t kiss you until he cleaned up, now he was coming to claim that.
coming up behind you, peeling your shirt down a little so he could kiss your neck. soft pecks, a few smacks. your ticklish of course, leaning into him. putting the knife down.
“babe, i’m trying to cut this.”
“i know, just one kiss and that’s it.” that’s how he got you each time, he knew how kissing made you.
“ one kiss and that’s it.” you put a finger against his lips right as he was about to lay one on you. seeing a small gleam in his eye. he nods his head.
“good boy.”
and it slipped out. just barely grazing your lips together. you hadn’t meant anything behind it. at first.
until he was staring back at you, wide eyed. some water still dripping down his chest, now red just like his face.
he was so flustered. his breathing choppy. loving this sight you decide to tease him more. looping a finger inside his towel, pulling him back.
looking up at him, with your eyes low.
“did you like that?” seductively you ask him, dragging your tongue up his chest.
he gulped. it was like he had forgotten how to breathe.
“i-i”
massaging him over the towel, it wasn’t long before you could feel him standing tall against you. his head now lowered onto your shoulder, his hot breath heating up your neck.
you place your free hand on his head, cradling him.
he’s twitching in your hands and you haven’t even touched him skin to skin.
deciding to try it again.
“who’s a good boy?” you sensually say into his ear, giving it a small bite.
heaving, quivering, flowing like a fountain. all from your words and a little bit of touch.
“i’ve got you.”
having completely abandoned the food you were making, instead you whisper sweet nothings in his ear earning more laments.
There was nothing as beautiful as a rainy night in Gotham. It carried away the city's pain and sins along with it.
The exhaustion of every rainy night ended with Dick dragging himself home, seeking his only warmth. Home, you're safe. He thought only of that body in bed that would pull him into its embrace. And whatever the night brought, however badly he was wounded he would always return to your side.
Behind the rain roughly rattling the windows, beneath the blankets legs tangled together, you were trying to warm your newly arrived lover with your own heat.
Dick was buried peacefully between your breast, rising and falling with the soft breaths you gave. His mouth had lazily sucked the same spot on your bare skin just above your bra, leaving a dark bruise behind.
These were the lips of a man who had sought and found comfort rather than anything sexual. They were things you would never hesitate to carry on you. But most of all, it was his cock—pulsing inside you, washed in need despite the peace he found in your warmth.
Dick's cold numbed fingertips clung tightly to you while they stroked and explored your body as if he had all the time in the world. As though he had sworn an oath to find the warmest spot on your skin. He couldn't stay in one place,and in the meantime he was tickling you.
You buried your face in his hair, and with the pleasure of being filled you wrapped yourself even tighter around your lover—completely bare before you—shielding him from the outside world. "Fuck, I want to die in your arms…" Dick breathed out in a muffled hoarse voice, burying his face even deeper into your chest.
His warm breath tickled your skin and stirred a familiar ache in your heart. It made you believe you could hold him like this in your arms and protect him from everything.
"Ah, I'm absolutely denying your wish to die," you giggled, your hips squirming seeking more contact. You threw one leg over Dick's hip and snuggled in even closer. But his hands came down roughly on your hips and held you still. The coldness of them touching your skin sent a burning sensation through you.
"Maybe you should start wearing some winter things over your suit, Dick. Otherwise, I don't think I can be much more of a space heater for you." your hands traveled to the softness of his cold frozen ass and squeezed it playfully.
Dick grumbled against your skin at your touch, sending a shiver through you. "Behave. I'm a tired man, love."
As your hands slowly drifted away from his ass and scratched along the side of his stomach and his thighs, a shiver ran down Dick's back.
You blew provocatively into his ear in response to him not letting you relieve the ache in your pussy. In return, he rubbed his face roughly against your skin as if he could somehow bury himself even deeper. "Damn it, Dick. You're stubborn as a goat."
"Respect my name and let Dick stay where it belongs, baby." his palm traced circular motions along your spine. As he found peace in your warmth, he was also trying to lull you to sleep.
And maybe tonight, you simply decided to savor that intense, burning heat inside you.
This is my first work for himm and DC muehehehehh. And and ignore my eng and how terribly I write smut lol—I just wanted to write something like this on a rainy night
Note: Everyone is 18+. This is also one of my first official times dipping my hand into the water of smut, so be gentle! It’s kind of vanilla description wise, so I hope that’s okay…! Happy reading, and be sure to let me know what you think. 💗
Megumi Fushiguro wasn’t the type to stay on the phone. He usually kept calls short—efficient, quiet, done.
But tonight was different… The mission had dragged late into the night, the kind that left his shoulders heavy and his thoughts louder than usual. When he finally got back, lights off, room still, he found himself staring at his phone longer than he meant to, a message was already there.
“You alive or did curses finally win?”
He exhaled through his nose—almost a laugh, but not quite, Instead of replying, he tapped the call button. It rang twice.
Then— “Megumi?” your voice came through, softer now that it wasn’t just text.
“Yeah,” he said. A pause. “I’m back.” There was a beat of silence on your end, like you were waiting for him to say more. He didn’t—he never did at first…So you filled it in.
“You sound tired.”
“I’m fine,” he replied automatically, then added after a second, “Just… a long night.” That earned a quiet hum from you. Not pity. Not pressure. Just understanding. Megumi leaned back against the wall, phone pressed to his ear.
“You should sleep,” you said.
“I want to see you,” he countered.
A soft laugh. Then, quieter: “FaceTime?” That wasn’t like him at all.
“Yeah,” you agreed.
The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was shared. Breathing on one side, breathing on the other, like distance didn’t matter as much as it should’ve. You stood in front of the camera, slowly stripping. Every article of clothing that came off made megumi ache. God, why couldn’t he just be there. After a while of strip teasing, your voice came again as you laid on your bed on your stomach.
“If I could, I’d just… send you a kiss through the phone or something.”
Megumi blinked at that. “That’s stupid,” he said immediately, but there was no bite in it.
“…You’re supposed to rest while I’m gone,” he added, softer.
“I am resting,” you replied. “Comfortably. With you.” He didn’t answer right away, just sighed as if you weren’t his favorite problem.
Outside his window, Tokyo stayed bright even at night. Inside his room, everything was quiet except your voice and his breathing.
“…show me,” he said finally.
A pause, then the sound of you immediately busting a move. “Don’t leave me hanging either.” You said, sitting up to show him your exposed body. And for once, Megumi didn’t tease you at all.
“I want to touch you so bad.” He slurred his words, hand gently working his own aching length. “I want to be there. I’ve never been more irritated with a mission in my life.” He grunted.
You just laughed, keeping your legs wide open for a perfect view of your ever so perfect body. At least in megumi’s eyes. You could see his tattoo from that angle, always the tease that hides his waist.
Your fingers worked hard for your husband, making sure he got every beautiful view of your pleasure. “M’gonna cum, Megumi…” You slurred out, the adrenaline of his eyes on you the whole time was making you weak.
“Go ahead, just for me.” He said, speeding up his own pace on himself. With one final squeal, you had made a mess all over yourself. In front of your husband…I mean, he’d seen you like this before but god it’s embarrassing.
Megumi laughed at your expression, biting his lip and finishing himself off as well, allowing you a 4k view of his beautiful length.
A few breathless moments pass, you had already thrown on a big shirt of his, sitting in front of the phone while you watched him shower.
“God I miss you megs.” You mumbled. “I miss you too.”
He contemplated his next words for a split second, “When I get back, would you try for a baby with me?” He asked, as if it was the most normal thing ever.
“…Megumi fushiguro.” He laughed at your response. “I’m serious. I want a family with you.”
You sighed, rolling over. “I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll think on it and tell you tomorrow when you get home.” You winked. “You love to keep a man waiting.”
“Mom do I really have to go” Stacy says looking in the mirror like she’s judging her body
“Honey why don’t you wanna go?”Callie Stacy’s mom says while she sees Stacy looking at her body
“This dress is so tight” she says putting her hands on her hips “I look fat I mean I’m not fat but I’m not skinny” grabs her purse and walks over to her mom
“Honey…your not fat” her mom hugs her “now let’s go before I start crying”
At midsummer’s
“Hey Kie” Stacy runs over to Kie trying not to trip Kie hugs Stacy tightly like they didn’t just see each other yesterday
“Hey sexy” Kie says snapping her fingers while looking at her tight light blue dress
“Kie I’ll be right back”
“Alright I’ll be over at the drinks”
“Okay”
Stacy walks away and then stops… is that jj her man well everyone calls jj Stacy’s man
“Jj.. yo jj!”
JJ turns around and looks Stacy up and down Stacy grabs his hand and takes him away from the crowd
“You wanna tell me why you’re here?”
“Just wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend”
“Oh cut the crap jj.. is John b here to?”
“Uh-huh who’s John B?”
“Jj”
Stacy said with a death stare look and then she looks more at his face he’s all beat up
“Jj what the-“
“Just my dad”
Stacy cups his face
“Don’t get all sad now”
In a guest bedroom
“So tell me why your here”
“Okay..don’t get mad”
“No promises”
“John b and Sarah have this thing and he wanted me to give her a note so they can meet up or some shit”
Stacy stops and sits on the bed
“Sarah Cameron my ex’s sister”
“Please don’t remind me you dated that thing”
jj looks at her lips and starts kissing her laying her back on the bed
“Jj”
“Can we..just really quickly”
“Jj we-“
JJ takes his shirt off and he has trouble taking his pants off
“I need help stupid”
She helps him and she takes her dress off
“Holy crap”
“You act like you’ve never seen me like this before”
“Freak you”
A little while later
The bed was creaking
“Jj..”
“Slow-“
He does not slow down then someone opens the door
“Fuck man!”
Sarah Cameron stands there
“What the fuck!”
“Learn how to knock”
“In my own house”
JJ and Stacy are now dressed and Stacy’s mom walk in Stacy’s mom saw the hair the sweat
“Get away from my daughter”
“Mom it’s not what it looks-“
“Oh save it! I told you no more pogues and here you are having sex with this pogue!”
Stacy looks at jj and jj mouths I love you and walks away and runs
I had to cut it short cuz tumblr won’t let me make long posts😔 but there will be a part 3 soon
The bell rang for last period as students were packing up their stuff to go home for the day, you were packing up too but then you felt someone poke you on your shoulder you turned around and it was Jungwon. “H-hey.” you greet him he smirks and leans in to whisper in your ear “Meet me at my office after class.” your breath hitched slightly and you nod in response. After class was over you head to Jungwon’s office and knock on the door slightly nervous “Come in.” he said firmly your face flushes more as you enter the room. “Close the door.” he demanded, you comply and before you knew it you were pinned against the door by him you then hear a *click* the door was now locked. You look away too shy to face him directly but he grabs your chin forcing you to look at him “You’ve been driving me insane lately.” he says as his eyes roam around your body shamelessly checking you out. You gasp and avert your eyes your heart racing you’re pretty sure he can hear it his grip tightens on your chin making you look back at him. “Mmm eyes on me, doll.” your face reddens at the pet name “I’m not a doll.” you responded defiantly he tilts your chin higher making your neck be exposed to him he smirks “Oh, you’re not a doll? You’re right sweetheart, you’re my doll.” Your breath gets caught in your throat when he claims you like that it was hot you couldn’t lie “I-I’m not yours.” he laughed in your face finding your little stutter adorable“Oh really? You’re not mine?” he teased looking down at your innocent face. “I don’t belong to anyone.” you huff feigning annoyance but you were enjoying it “Brat.” your blush trails down to your neck from that nickname “Sh-shut up.” you pout subconsciously your mad face was so cute to him his smirk widens.
