Peeta with a stylist wife! A super sweet stylist wife who was adopted by Effie as a child but she moves into district 12 with peeta, they're all close, Haymitch loves her like a daughter (I ship haymitch and effie) , annie and finnick (hes alive shush) are always round for dinner and they constantly get new baby clothes, it's just some semblance of family and comfort after all that they've all been through
okie just cause i'm delulu i'm gonna create a perfect!world au so just.. gale is with katniss, bad snow is gOnE and the world is okay <3
the dinner table, typically occupied with pre-set dinner settings, has been cleared, save for the four binders, all cracked open with nursery and bedroom designs. peeta leans over the back of your wooden chair, bracing a gentle hand against your sweater-clad shoulder to place a mug on the coaster on your right. "there you go, sweetheart," he seals his offering with a kiss against your chair. "make sure to drink your water too."
"oh she is fine!" effie waves his worries off with freshly-manicured fingers, using her other hand to drag over another swatch of paint. "what do you think of this one, my love?"
haymitch, tucked into the corner of the kitchen, snorts into his own mug of coffee, too amused from the pungent aroma of whiskey buried the beverage. "they're all the same color, don't let them convince you otherwise," he tells the expectant father, eyes narrowing of the rim of the cup.
your eyes roll at their own accord, and you nudge your heel underneath your bottom before coming to rub a soothing hand over your belly. "don't get into his head, haymitch. you know full-well that they are two different colors."
"you are just like your mother, sweetheart." the man gruffs, mug thudding against the marble countertop in your kitchen so he can voyage for some snacks. "pick a goddamn color already."
you glance over at the exuberant woman, blinking at the butterflies that peek through her maze of a wig. "what if we put butterflies in there?" you murmur quietly, burying your cheek into the palm of your hand, elbow braced against the table. "like.. the mobile. we keep this shade of green..." you prod a finger into a paint swatch, one that's not unlike the color effie wears. "and we go with a gender neutral tone."
peeta, although aware that you're making all the final decisions, nods in agreement. "i like that."
"you like anything i tell you to like," you grab your cup of joe, flashing a grateful smile at the blond.
he throws his hands up in defense, settling back into his chair. "that's what you told me to do, sweetheart. what do you want me to say?"
When Actor! Stone finally worked up the courage to ask his stylist to put him in a dress for the upcoming event, they scoffed and sneered. Naturally, Kali fired them on the spot and introduced Stone to Stylist! Reader, who took one look at the huge, burly figure that is Stone and said “You would fucking rock a gown,” and immediately got to work hand-making a slutty dress with a slit on each side. 🫧
I at first thought the stylist in the beginning was Stylist!Reader and I got very scared and then I read the entire ask.
Actor!Stone would rock a gown, you're so right. He goes out to the event in the slutty gown you made him with Actor!Kali on his arm looking very dapper in the suit you made him. They sing your praises in the interviews, Kali twirls Stone around so the camera can see the gown from every angle.
You did such a great job that the media sings your praises in the news the next day, gushing about how well Stone and Kali looked in your clothes. And perhaps, your clientele goes up, every other celebrity wanting you to design their clothes for their next events.
summary: temptation gets the better of you two during the esquire photoshoot.
word count: 3,631
warnings: just smut with minimal plot tbh minors dni 18+, a dash of fluff, mutual pining, questionable behaviour, slight exhibitionism/public sex?, dirty talk, body worship, praise, marking, cursing, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be smarter), a hint of aftercare.
a/n: hi... again. i know i need to get my act together pls don’t hate me. um so this is inspired solely by that photo ^^ um i didn’t go for the prof vibes oops anyways. i passed my exams, i know i’m smart lol who would’ve thought. honestly feel so much better, i get v anxious bc i always think i’m gonna fail. but hope you enjoy this, any feedback would be appreciated. sorry for any mistakes x
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Big opportunities do not come around often, so when Esquire magazine asks you to style for their March issue, you could not refuse. Walking around the location, your mind began to fill with pressuring thoughts. This had to be perfect, no fuck ups. It was your first big gig, and you hoped it would not be your last.
Setting up in a trailer, you made sure everything was ready. Outfits were ironed, jewellery was clean. You had prepared for weeks for this one shoot; you could not afford for this to fail. A knock on the trailer stopped your anxious fiddling. “Hello Y/N? Tom is in his trailer waiting.” A voiced called through the door. Fuck. You forgot you had to also do hair and makeup due to the limited amount of people allowed on set.
Grabbing a coat, you ran across to Toms trailer knocking before you entered. “Hello, you must be Y/N?” A pair of warm brown orbs greeted. Smiling, you nodded. “And you must be Tom.” You stated. Of course you knew the man that stood before you was Tom Holland, he was one of the biggest superhero’s after all.
“You’d be correct.” He grinned before taking a seat in the chair that was placed in front of the mirror. You had already set up your equipment prior to his arrival. His regular stylist told you what products she used, instead of risking it, you played it safe. Tom noticed this before. “So, I see you talked to my stylist.”
The heat rose to your cheeks as you began to weave some product through his hair. You cleared your throat, trying to ease your nerves. “Yeah, I didn’t want this to become a disaster, so I thought best to just use what she does.”
It was quiet after that. Tom went on his phone, while you focused on the task at hand. It didn’t take too long; the magazine wanted a simple look- thankfully. You sprayed some setting spray, before informing him you had to go to your trailer to grab the first outfit. “Nonsense. I’ll go with you.”
Tom opened the door for you, offering a hand for you to climb down the steep steps. Gladly, you accepted. His hand was soft, well taken care of. “Have you been doing this long?” He queried, breaking the awkward silence.
“Not really, I started off as a writer in a fashion magazine, but I didn’t like it. So here I am. Still trying to figure out what I want from life.” You chuckled, rubbing your palm.
“So, this is temporary?”
“Yeah, I suppose. I would much prefer designing, that’s what I went to college for. Tough to find a job however.” You confided as you reached the rectangular block.
Tom once again, opened the door allowing you to enter. He followed suit closely behind you. “Well, I hope you find a good job that you love. I mean everyone deserves to be happy with their work.”
The simple comment gave you a sudden burst of warmth in your body. Not everyone was supportive of your dreams, especially because it seemed as though they would never come true. But you worked hard, hoping one day it will all pay off. It was nice to hear some optimism occasionally, especially when you were surrounded by doubters. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ before showing him the first outfit. A simple black turtleneck with some flared pants and Rolex.
He smiled before you exited, giving him some privacy as you waited outside. The cold air made you hold your coat tighter. You rocked back and forth, subconsciously biting your bottom lip as you began to panic a little. What happens if he does not like it? Maybe it doesn’t flatter him? Or just straight up ugly?
Tom finally exited the trailer; his large coat hid the outfit. “Right” He smiled, rubbing his hands together. “I’m ready.”
Your face furrowed, scared to ask him to show you the clothing. Tom, being observant, saw your concerned facial expression. “Oh yes! Sorry.” He exclaimed, taking off the outer layer.
Thankfully, everything looked well-tailored. Your eyes scanned the man, taking in his muscular physique. Broad shoulders, large biceps, tight waist, and toned quads. Eyes soon gravitated to his hands, admiring the way his veins bulged from his skin, the watch suited him well. He noticed your prying eyes, a smirk enhancing his cheekbones as his confidence grew. “Everything okay darling?”
His tone was cocky, the new nickname drawn out making you blush. Caught in the act. Your eyes fluttered as they snapped back up to meet his. You swallowed air, feeling a little ashamed of your actions. “Yeah- yeah, it’s great.” You affirmed, eyes looking anywhere avoiding his intense gaze.
“Right, we better get going then.” He suggested, throwing the coat back on. You did not wait for him as you began pacing towards the first location.
Esquire had chosen an old, rundown building. It was rough, but elegant at the same time. Neutral toned, simple. The first shot was in the dining area of a kitchen. The photographer waited for your arrival, along with his assistant. Once Tom entered, it all began.
He was propped up against the wall, sitting on top of the old dinning seat with the photographer straight across from him. You could not help but admire Tom. His body looked amazing, tempting. You could not peal your eyes from him, they glued to the figure unable to comprehend such a beautiful sight.
Harry, the assistant, began to have some small talk with you. Asking about your job, hobbies, and schooling. He was nice- also British. The accent was like Toms, maybe he was a cousin, a brother. They did not look too much alike but there were some similarities.
That shoot ended, and it was onto the next. For this, Tom was wearing a custom Prada suit. No shirt underneath, exposing the pale skin of his collarbones. All black, very chic. It was not a typical suit; a different cut snatched his waist. There was not too strong of a breeze, so his hair stayed stiff in the outdoors. The woods in the background made for quite the photo.
A few more shoots went by, close ups and what not. But then came time for the final shoot. This one was set in the old studio type room. It was rusty, bleak but Toms expensive outfit was the centrepiece. He was leaning up against the lone sink, the short sleeve polo showed his defined arms as they worked to hold up his weight. The polo was sheer, the white undershirt could be seen through the tight material. His hands gripped the bowl, his Rolex glistened around his wrist.
This was your favourite outfit by far, even though you had your doubts, he looked exquisite in it. You were scared showing him the material, afraid that his masculine side would reject it. However, he could not have be happier to model the clothing.
Tom had caught your not-so-subtle glances throughout the day. He watched your eyes undress him. He found himself doing the same. Your outfit was casual but professional. Black boots, tights under a beige plaided mini skirt, a v-neck shirt and blazer. His mouth watered whenever you would bend down to fix his clothes, your cleavage coming into his eyeline. Yes, it could be considered creepy, but you started it. It became such a habit; he’d purposely mess up his clothes just to get your help.
Finally, the last shot was taken, the photographer thanked Tom before telling him to come visit his trailer before he left to check out some of the pictures. Tom agreed, sending him a charming smile as he thanked him. Now it was just you, Tom, and Harry. “Hey Harry, could you grab me lunch? I heard there is a nice restaurant in the town. Maybe a steak or chicken? Do you want anything Y/N?” You neglected the offer, ensuring him you had brought food. And with that Harry left.
So, scratch that, only the two of you remained.
He cleared his throat, before rubbing his hands down his abdomen as if he were cleaning the fabric. “I really like this outfit.” He confessed. “I might steal it.”
You let out a soft giggle. “It looks good on you. I won’t snitch.”
“I know darling. Your eyes could barely look away from me.”
You froze at his statement. Embarrassed was an understatement. Eyes darted to the floor, wanting it to open and swallow you whole. He stepped closer, placing a hand on your hip. Body was stiff against his touch, wondering if this was just a dream. Your imagination playing tricks. He let a hand tuck some hair behind your ear, a classic but effective move. “It’s okay. I was doing the same to you too darling.” He whispered, his hot breath hitting your ear causing goosebumps to erupt.
His hand travelled to your neck as you tipped your head upwards to look at him. Licking his lips, eyes flickered between yours and your mouth. His small lips hovered over yours, slightly ajar. The attraction for this man was indescribable. The general consensus was obvious. You both wanted each other, there was no point in denying it.
Slowly, his lips edged closer to yours, his hands pulling you closer to his body. Placing your hands on his pelvic bone you braced for impact. Lips made contact for the first time. It was soft, delicate. His fingers laced through your hair as yours traced up his torso, feeling his strong pecks before wrapping them around the back of his neck. Your lips began to move, finding a steady pace as you both explored one another’s mouths. Tongues dipped in and out, savouring one another’s taste.
The grip on your hip tightened, as the kiss became hungrier. He guided you to a wall, encaging you between his body as he rummaged through your clothes, needing to feel your skin. His warm touch made your body shiver. He pulled away, eyes searching yours. “Is this okay?”
“Yes Tom.” You exhaled, fingers twiddling with his locks. “We don’t have much time. So, um, y’know.” You mumbled, lips tracing his jawline before your teeth tugged at his earlobe.
He groaned, fingers digging into your skin as he pressed into you. He returned his lips to yours, devouring you. He worked to remove your clothing. First your blazer then your shirt. He dropped to his knees, kissing your inner thighs before carefully removing your tights. His hands caressed the skin over your thighs, pushing your skirt up to expose the black thong that covered your dripping core. He placed a messy kiss over your clothed clit before rising to his feet. Your legs buckled as you began to feel as if you were at his mercy. The man could do anything to you, and you would be grateful.
Grabbing the collar of the polo, he ripped it off his body, leaving him in the white tank. It was so tight; the muscles could be seen. But time was against you. His lips attacked your mounds, shoving his face between the valley of your tits. His hand slipped between your thighs, causing you to hike up one of your legs to give him better access. Back arched pressing your tits against his face, fingers entangled in his messy locks pulling at the roots.
His thumb teased your clit, fingers rubbing your folds through your dampened thong. It was probably pathetic how wet you were, but you did not care- and neither did Tom. Wanting more, one of your hands flew behind your back, unclasping your bra before throwing it onto the floor. Licking a stripe from your valley to your neck, he focused on sucking a dark mark into the skin. You would have objected any other time, but the thrill of this adventure was all too exciting.
His fingers hooked your thong, prying it as far down your legs as he could without lips breaking contact with your skin. They travelled back up to the aching heat between your legs. Rubbing his fingers through your soaked folds, you moaned, anticipation growing like a wildfire. Just as his digits sunk in, his mouth latched onto your nipple. The sensation made your knee weak, but his hand on your lower back and your leg wrapped around him kept you steady.
His mouth switched between buds, while his fingers abused your entrance. His thumb pressured your clit, the sounds leaving you were classified as pornographic. It was intense. He barely knew you personally, but he knew your body.
Your hands fisted at the back of his white tank top, needing it gone. He got the hint, removing his lips from you for a millisecond to allow the material to come off. Fingers began to mark his back as the pleasure grew. Your walls clenched around his digits, feeling complete euphoria. A few more pumps and a quick warning, you were cumming around his thick digits. Coating them with your arousal. He slowed the pace, helping you ease down from your climax. As soon as he saw your body relax, he swiftly brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean while directly looking at you. “So sweet darling.” He purred making you nearly faint at his seduction.
Tucking your head into his neck, you whimpered at the compliment. His hand hooked under your thighs hoisting you up and carrying you over to the sink. He set you down on the lip as he unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down his legs along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung free slapping his abdomen. A prominent vein ran along the underside. His tip was red, glistening with precum, begging to be used.
For the first time, you noticed his bare sculptured torso. Abs were chiselled, chest was big muscles rippling across it. His shoulders were broad, arms defined. His veins in his forearms were poking from under his skin, trailing down to his hands. Red from all the work they were doing. You bit your lip, concealing a moan that was attempting an escape. It was too good to be true.
“Shit I don’t have a condom.” He grumbled, scanning the room to find a solution. His cock was in his hand, pumping the member. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Just fuck me Tom, please.” You begged, placing your hands on his narrow hips.
“Fuck, such a filthy mouth on you darling.”
Not wasting any time, Tom lined himself up at your entrance, tip poking at the tight hole. With some force, he slid into you with ease due to your prior orgasm. Both of you gasped at the feeling of your silky walls engulfing his member. It was a slow, steady thrust until he bottomed out. You threw your head back, resting it against the walls as you shut your eyes, adjusting to his size. “Fucking knew this cunt would feel amazing.” He praised, “So beautiful.”
His hands clung to your waist, holding you steady as your body tried to move, desperate to feel him pound into you. But he knew he did not have time to tease, Harry could arrive back at any moment. If you were being honest, the thought of being caught turned you on even more. Even the fact you were doing it in a public space made your heat water. You had to be cock drunk or under a spell; no way a sober you would have done this. Your whimpers got louder and needier as your mind continued to process the sinful thoughts.
Slowly pulling out, his tip remaining in you before he snapped his hips forward. This was the beginning of the animalistic slaughter. Thrust were consistently and mesmerizingly accurate, dragging against your g-spot mercilessly. Your head clouded with lust, sounds flowing out of you constantly. His lip was tucked between his teeth, eyes flickering between the collision of your bodies and your tits. He watched as his cock disappeared, returning glistening in your arousal. “That’s it darling. No one’s around, wanna hear those pretty sounds. Be a good girl for me.” He encouraged between heavy pants.
Listening to his request, moans quickly turned into screams as your body could not handle the intense wave of pleasure that swarmed. For a second, your eyes opened taking a quick glance at Tom. You regretted it immediately. His hair was now stuck to his forehead, messy yet still sexy. Body had a sheen, sweating from the relentless pounding. Cheeks red, nostrils flared. Lips non-existent as his teeth chewed at them. His pants and grunts were faint, yours drowning them out. When his dark, lust-filled orbs met yours for that split second, you came undone without hesitating. The knot in your stomach exploded, body shook as the feeling of pure bliss overcame you.
“Shit. Not gonna warn me. That’s not nice.” He grimaced, cock still demolishing your tight walls. His movements never stopped, never slowed. You screamed his name, body unable to keep up with his stamina. “Tom, I can’t.” You whined, leaning forward with the little strength you had to wrap your arms around his neck.
“One more darling. I’m right here. I got you.” He promised, his lips adding another shameless mark to your neck. Your legs wrapped around his hips, still shaking from the previous high. Toms movements started to become less precise, however he still managed to hit your spot deep within. His balls slapped against you with a frightening force, stimulating them. He knew he was close, but he needed to feel your walls clutch around him again. He craved it.
Swinging his hand down from your hip to your clit, he began to rub rough circles around the neglected bud. Your hands flung to the back of the sink, holding you up. Eyes rolled to the back of your head; profanities left your lips. Tom took the opportunity to return to your tits, sucking on the sensitive tissue. One of your legs became dead, the rigorous beating slowly causing you to malfunction.
Grabbing that ankle, he placed it on his shoulder, using it to thrust deeper, harder into you. His grunts and groans were primal. You started to feel his cock twitch as your walls clenched around him. Your orgasm washed over you without warning, body convulsed under him as it became numb. A tingling sensation riddled your wrecked figure. “Atta girl, I’m here. I got you darling.”
His thrust slowed, stilled as his cock throbbed within your abused walls. “Darling, I am gonna cum, where can I cum?” He panted, using all the restraint he had to prevent him from releasing into you. “In me.” Was all you could say, not caring about the possible consequences. Logic long gone.
Rubbing a gentle circle against your worn-out clit caused your body to tense, walls pulsate against him. That was all he needed before he spilled into you, coating your walls with his seed. He leaned forward, hands on top of yours grabbing the sink as you milked him of everything. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, biting you muffling his moans.
His lips trailed to yours, giving you a lazy opened mouth kiss, both lacking energy for anything heated. He stayed deep within you as he admired your body, a sense of pride rushed over him as he took in your stature. The marks littered across your glistening skin, messy hair fallen on top of your ruined makeup, heavy breaths escaping your swollen lips. You were fucked out, all because of him.
His hands rubbed your skin, soothing the sore muscles that were surely going to cramp later on. “You know you are really beautiful.” He charmed, lips softly kissing your stomach and shoulders. You hummed, still on this seemingly, everlasting high. A sharp gasp was inhaled as he slipped out. Eyes looking at the mess you had made around him. A small smirk carved into your lips.
Tom grabbed his tank top, using it as rag to clean up your mixed arousals. “I’ll keep this.” He joked, holding up the piece of fabric causing you to furrow your eyebrows in slight disgust. “No. No, I meant that as in I can’t give it back, not in a creepy way. Not a souvenir. I mean I want to remember this; it was incredible- you are incredible. But I- y’know I’m gonna shut up.” He rambled, causing you to laugh.
“Glad you think it’s funny.” He mumbled helping you off the sink. At impact, your legs wobbled, weak from the previous beating. Tom held you, ensuring you did not fall. A small chuckle slipped from his lips at your obvious struggles.
“Glad you think it’s funny.” You sneered, finally finding your balance. Bending over to pick up your clothes, he could not help but give your behind a harsh smack. Snapping your head towards him, he held up the offenders in defence, a smug look on his face as he did. You both got dressed in silence, unsure of what the next move was. He cleared his throat, giving you a soft smile. You thought your eyes were deceiving you. How was he capable of transitioning from a sex god to a shy boy in a fraction of a second. He is a very talented man.
He walked back over to the sink, pushing down on the solid porcelain. “It’s a sturdy sink to be fair.”
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taeyong's eyes are wide as he stares up at you, lips pouted as per your request. the loud hum of voices around you is overwhelming but you find you can't focus on anything other than his gaze. when you find yourself unable to level his stare you drop back to his lips, brush painting a delicate pink onto them.
"stop moving." you murmur to him, too focused on getting the shading perfect to pay much attention to the way his pout turns from forced to annoyed.
"i'm bored," he whispers back, looking around the room to check no one is listening before he continues, "can we go backstage for a bit?"
the sigh you let out is pained. the stage is less than three metres away from you, taeyong's performance less than ten minutes and all he's asking to do it sneak away backstage. it's stupid, and risky, and so unbelievably unprofessional and yet you have a hard time getting the words out to say no.
"taeyong—"
"baby."
"taeyong i could get fired if anyone caught us," you've taken over his job of flitting your eyes around to ensure your conversation stays covert. "you could get fired if your boss finds out."
unsatisfied with your answer, you watch the crease between his brows deepen and on instinct you reach up to swipe it away with the pad of your thumb. taeyong catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to the inside of it before you pull it away harshly.
"taeyong!" the change in your voice makes him wince slightly, knowing he's only upsetting you by bringing it up. "save it for later."
"are you coming to the dorms?" it's a pointless question - taeyong knows he's staying at your apartment for the next few nights - but he asks it as a way to ease the tension building between you.
"you're staying at mine, aren't you?" the question had caught you off guard and confusion has replaced the frustration from earlier, just as he planned. your hands toy with the ends of his hair, tugging and fluffing to make it perfect as an excuse to have you hands on him. he tries to ignore how much he enjoys it. "is your manager still okay with that? has he changed his mind?"
"no, no, no," he shushes with a barely concealed smile at your disappointment, "i just forgot, is all." you're now pulling on one of his earrings, making sure it's clasped correctly and rearranging his necklaces. taeyong loves moments like this - times he feels so uttetly cared for by you, even as much as you try to hide it.
"oh," there's relief in your voice and for a fleeting second you realise all the other stylists have ushered the boys away to get changed, leaving just you and taeyong. quickly, you raise onto your tip toes and press a firm kiss to his lips, pulling away before he has the chance to deepen it. "i'll see you later, then."
a/n; might write a longer version of this for one of the others members?? those photos finally got to me 😔
Summary: Jungkook comes off stage to find he’s in need of some help with a certain something in his pants.
Note: Just felt a little inspired by Jungkook’s bulge in the Black Swan performance so I wrote this instead of doing my uni assignments as I should have been! I know this concept has probably been done a hundred times but whatever. I’m practicing on my writing so any feedback is welcome!
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As the boys came into the dressing room one by one after performing Black Swan, you waited patiently for Jungkook so you could help him change into his next stage outfit. The only problem was he was nowhere to be seen.
“I thought he was right behind me” Jimin shrugged when you asked him. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon, maybe just got caught up with something”.
You waited around 10 minutes before starting to worry and went to look for him. He wasn’t in the toilet and wasn’t anywhere on set - no one had seen him.
You stopped as you were walking past the unused dressing rooms - you were sure you’d heard a moan come from behind one of the doors. You cautiously opened one to find a startled jungkook sitting on the sofa, hastily closing the zipper on his trousers.
“Oh noona!” He mumbled somewhat sheepishly.
“Jungkook? What are you - oh...” you stopped as you looked down to see the very obvious bulge he was failing to cover up with his hands right now.
You hid a smile as you questioned him. “Aaw Kookie, do you have a little problem down there? Or should I say a big problem?” You stifled a laugh as you recalled the generous clothing size requirements when it came to his crotch area.
“Ah please don’t laugh! It was the clothes, they were rubbing me up when I was dancing and now it won’t go away! I can’t go into our dressing room - if the others see this I’ll never hear the end of it!” Jungkook hid his face in a pillow out of embarrassment.
“Well you need to do something about it fast because I need to get you into your next outfit. Think of something unsexy, like Yoongi’s morning voice” (it was the first thing that came to mind, but totally untrue – Yoongi’s morning voice was incredibly sexy). You were about to leave to give him some privacy but – “Noona, wait…can you help me?” He was looking at you hesitantly with his adorable bambi eyes, sitting up with more confidence as you gazed into them. You couldn’t resist that face… and you had to admit, the thought of getting him off turned you on.
“Ugh… this is a one off, okay? And no one must know – I could lose my job for this. Trousers and underwear off baby boy.” You decided to make the most of this moment and tease him – he hated being called baby boy, you knew as you’d heard his hyungs play around with the nickname to his dismay. “Don’t call me that” he grimaced.
You walked over and straddled his thighs without hesitation – something he was not expecting as he leaned back onto the sofa in surprise, being careful not to touch you inappropriately, all confidence he had a moment ago gone.
“It’s okay Kookie, just relax and enjoy it.” You whispered as you took his hard length into your hand, starting to stroke up and down (god, he really was well endowed). Jungkook whimpered, leaning his head back as you held tighter onto his cock, spreading the precum from his tip along it. You placed your other hand on his shoulder to keep yourself balanced and focused on putting your strength into the hand that was gliding up and down his cock, aiming to get him to cum as quickly as possible. His whimpers started to turn into heavier moans, the veins in his neck standing out as he whined under you. The sounds he was making right now were absolutely delicious, you were getting hotter just watching him - and when he moaned “noona” breathily, you felt wetness pool into your underwear. Jungkook coming undone beneath you by your hand was without a doubt insanely hot - your mind ran through the possibilities of having him under your control like this more often.
“Come on Kookie, cum for me” you said in a low voice, deeply affected by his moans and gasps. You quickened your pace on his hardness as he writhed under you, placing his hands on your thighs.
“Ah – uh – noona, I’m gonna…” he started to say, seconds after you had already realised he couldn’t cum on either of your clothes or the sofa. Fuck it, you thought as you got on your knees in front of him and took his cock into your mouth. You didn’t have to do much, he started to spurt into your mouth after you deepthroated him twice, your hand still stroking him to squeeze out every last drop of cum onto your tongue before swallowing.
Your legs were shaking slightly as you stood up and fixed your hair, looking at him expectantly. He stared back at you in awe. “Holy shit noona that was so hot, damn” he smirked as he ran a hand through his hair, all confidence in himself apparently returned.
“Get over it baby boy, it can’t ever happen again” you said as he scowled at the nickname. “Hurry up, we’ve wasted enough time in here, you need to go and get changed. The others are probably ready.”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he stood up and pulled up his underwear and trousers, he noticed as you bit your lip, clenching your thighs together.
“Are you okay noona? Do you need me to help you out there?” he smirked again, looking towards your covered wet core. You pondered … you were already in this deep… there would be no harm in him helping you cum too right? Besides, you were marvelling at how hot he looked right now after having cum because of you. You would be stupid to say no really. Your mind was hazy with lust as you found yourself letting him lay you down on the sofa and pull your skirt up, your panties off, and move his head down between your thighs…
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You finally returned to the dressing room (in a more relaxed state) where the rest of the group were having their make-up done.
“Noona, did you find Jungkook? We were starting to worry” Hobi questioned.
“Yes, I found him, he was talking to the camera director – wanting to have a go with the cameras – typical of him, right?” you rolled your eyes as you told the convincing lie. Hobi laughed and easily took it in. When Jungkook came trailing into the room, you immediately took him away behind the screen to give him his next outfit.
“Noona, what if these trousers have the same effect on me… will you help me out again? This time with your pussy?” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with hope and mischief, then laughing as you punched his arm lightly. He had started to think too much of himself after turning you into a whimpering mess using his mouth and fingers just minutes ago. Maybe you would never hear the end of this from him… but was it really a bad thing…?
A/N: I’m so happy to be back! This is one of the requests I couldn’t write before and it has been sleeping in my inbox for months, but I already had the idea in mind so hopefully you’ll like it uwu
This is one of the cutest imagines I’ve written and also one of my favorites, hope you guys like it and see y’all soon ~
(Also thank you for the requests you already sent me, it makes me so happy to see those messages <3)
The hurried steps brought you back to reality. Their hectic breathing, result of the physical activity, only made your job more difficult. You dried off Namjoon's sweaty forehead with a tissue before touching up his makeup. He gave you the sweetest smile ever when you finished.
- Thank you, Y/N, you always make me look so good.- he said, checking himself in the mirror.
- You were already looking good before I did anything.- you answered, winking at him.
- Oh, noona, you're always too nice to us.- Jungkook said, grinning, while he placed his in-ear correctly.
A minute later, they went back to the stage. It was your everyday routine, doing their makeup in a rush so they could be back in stage as soon as possible. It was a little stressful, but you loved your job. Specially because of Namjoon. At first, you were only his stylist. Each of them had a personal stylist so it didn't take that long to do their makeup and hair. He was always really nice to you, almost like a friend, asking how you were doing and always finding something interesting to talk about while you did your job. It made the proccess even better, and you really enjoyed your little talks. He always told you cool facts about random things that you didn't know, told you some jokes that weren't specially funny but always made you laugh, and talked to you about his concerns.
One day, he asked you if you'd like to join them after the show finished to have something to drink. You thought by "join us" he meant the rest of the guys and also some members of the staff, but you were wrong. He was actually asking you out.
A couple of months had already passed since that day, and you and Namjoon were doing great. He was really nice to you, treated you well and took care of you all the time. Even when he was busy, he always found a way to spend some time with you. The only bad thing was that you had to keep it a secret, because of his fans and the company. You were okay with that, you understood that it wasn't really "proffessional" to be dating your "client", and you were happy with how things were, even if you couldn't tell anyone about it.
You had already finished doing Namjoon's makeup a while ago for an interview, and you were now watching it from behind the cameras. They were asking things about the comeback and the songs in the new album when suddenly the big question came.
- So are you guys dating anyone?
You almost choked on your drink as you heard that.
- We want to focus on our career so...- Namjoon said, trying to keep it cool.
Suddenly the rest of the members looked at him with a grin on their faces, Jimin even patted his shoulders from behind, giggling at his answer. All of them already knew it was a big lie he just told everyone. You couldn't help but giggle too and hope people wouldn't find it suspicious. But it was obvious that the guys were dating people, maybe not in that moment, but of course they had dated before and they would still do it in the future. Fans would be very delusional if they thought they wouldn't date anyone just because they're idols.
When the interview was over, you made your way to your appartment. You had invited Namjoon to come over, but he went back to the dorms to get changed. He arrived a few minutes later and you were just chilling and talking about random things.
- Y/N... I'm sorry that we have to keep this secret.- Namjoon said, all of a sudden.
- You don't need to be sorry about that, I know it's complicated.- you answered, trying to ease his mind while you ran your hands through his hair.
- Yeah but I promise someday we will be able to make this public.- he turned around to look into your eyes.- I want everyone to know how happy you make me feel.
- I will be waiting for that day to come.- you answered with a smile, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly.
