#his entire profession is being a babygirl

[ratislatis]

ANOTHER QUERY REJECTION FOR THE BOOKS, BOYS. WE RAGE ONWARD.

[skyland2703]

So what are we reading today? oh yes.

They're broadcasting the trial live to the ends of the galaxy. Gotta love that. This entire... concept where the entire galaxy is inter-connected and <333 and the fact that astronema has committed crimes agaisnt everyone dfhgbnfbds

One of my favorite panels EVER, i think. Should I do a redraw of this?? yes or yes?? also how is it that ive gotten an exact same haircut as her....

THEY!!!! YOUR HONOR!!!!!

i kinda wanna know who the prosecutor is and who the judges are. Are all monsters tried by this court? Would dark spectre? Or is this much like our own real legal systems where only the people like astronema, who reformed, and confessed because of conscience, are taken up for trial while the real actual murderers walk free because their crimes were either never uncovered or they have friends in high places.... :)

Another side theory, but what if, like Dekaranger, the SPD judgement scanners are a link into this court that are created later to cover the flaws of the system that I mentioned, so the criminals could be tried without having to wait for so long and/or have the risk of escape?

AND THEY DIDN'T NOTIFY ANDROS AND THE OTHERS THAT THEY WERE TAKING ASTRONEMA FOR TRIAL. i am very suspicious of this entire judicial system, yes.

Yes so now I’m reaaally curious about who the prosecutor is...

Also Leo's actor is a lawyer, i refuse to believe there is a profession more suited for this guy because OMG. CAN YOU SEE DEFENCE LAWYER!LEO???? i love him your honor~

Even commander Cruger's here wtf

This is the biggest touché I've ever seen. Legal dramas beloved

I THINK this was the smartest way to go with it. WE know that Astronema was guilty, we also know that Karone is reformed. But the Court isn't willing to believe that. It is ACTUALLY a bunch of aliens who have convinced themselves and everyone else that yes astronema is guilty. They did not inform her family/friends that they were taking her, they did NOT give her a defence lawyer, and in everyone's mind, she already IS guilty. So this trial is actually just a formality. If Andros hadn't played this little game, Karone was never walking away free. NOTHING Leo/Maya/Andros would've said in their testimony would've convinced them otherwise because they were vieing this through their own twisted kaleidoscope.

So yeah, this was really smart on Andros's part, because 1) he doesn't want to lose his sister, and 2) astronema and karone being "different people" was a point that was so hard to prove against an already biased judge and jury! SO making a physical replica of Astronema, so to prove that she was indeed different from Karone, as they had been pleading in court all this while was the only way to go about it!

Anyway SIBLING ANGSTTTTT

And i love how karone still feels guilty, because she knows she's done it all. She knows what all was going on inside her head and she HERSELF believes herself guilty. *PEAK ANGST*

Also i really like this panel <3

So yeah, basically my take is that Karone felt guilty, and I think this is what drives her to go for that self-redemption arc that Psycho-path had for her. I THINK this can be the trigger. Also i love ALLL THE ANDROS-KARONE ANGSTTTTTT like these two siblings (only in the comics) are the ones who are constantly at each other's throats, EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE JUST LOOKING OUT FOR EACH OTHER. They're handled really well and I can actually SEE the emotions they have for each other. It's better than in the show, tbh. I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR.

And in closing, have a collection of 1) KARONE ANGSTY BBGIRL

Babygirl in guilt <3 (she was going to plead guilty. i know. you know. shhh)

And 2) MAYA/KARONE MOMENTS BELOVED

*hug her hug her plzzz hug herrrr*

[donald4spiderman]

hmmm would love a continuation of the nudes blurb where they get back from the trip and morgan teases you two about it so you punish spencer for accidentally showing morgan the pics (ik he didnt SHOW him but i cant think of a better word lol)

thank you for giving me the incentive to make a part 2. I wanted to but i didn’t know if y’all would want that. sorry for making yall wait so long for this also.

TW: sub!spencer, kissing, implied smut, derek morgan is such a comedian

part one

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“I can explain!” Spencer shouts as he enters the bullpen, signaling his return to Quantico from the New York FBI conference.

Your head whips up to find up him jogging behind a snickering Derek Morgan, the two of them steadily approaching your desk.

“Welcome back, boys.” You smile lovingly at your boyfriend, eventually returning your eyes back down to your paperwork.

The last time you formally talked to Spencer was when he was on his way to New York. You bite the inside of your cheek, suppressing a grin as you reminisce about the sexual torture you put your boyfriend through.

“It is so amazing to be back, (Y/N).” Derek professes, propping his hand sassily onto his hip. “And boy, do I have a story for you.”

Your brow furrows as you examine the ever-so elated Derek Morgan, along with your anxious boyfriend, whose slender hands grip the strap of his messenger bag like it’s his lifeline.

“Go on...”

He smacks his lips, pulling out the desk chair opposite from yours. “Alright, so pretty-boy and are I are driving to New York. It’s 60 degrees outside, Sade is playing on the radio, and I’m jamming out.”

Spencer's face has gone completely red. He hasn’t said anything since his arrival.

“Where are you going with this, Morgan?” You have a lurking suspicion, but you give his story the benefit of the doubt—no need to stress.

“Now, you know pretty-boy well, right?”

You roll your eyes, “Duh, of course, I know him well. I’m dating him.”

Derek raises his hands in submission, “I’m just asking questions. Now, like I was saying, I’m jamming out to the music. We all know your boyfriend can’t drive for shit, so I’m stuck for the next couple hours at the wheel. I’m just trynna pass the time, but pretty boy has grown very interested in his cellphone.” Oh no. “And I’m like, why is Reid on his phone? he’s never on his phone.”

Your mouth is agape, and you flash a worried look towards Spencer, who grimaces in response.

Derek continues, “He’s being super weird about it— hiding his phone and fidgeting around— We even argue about it because I could tell something was up. I was about to give up, but then we stop at a red light; when I press the gas, pretty-boy’s phone goes flying face-up onto the dashboard. I saw everything.”

“No!” You groan, your face falling into your palms. “Reid, you fucking bastard!”

“I’m sorry, babe!” He squeaks. “I didn’t mean to—“

“I know! I know.” You dismiss him, Derek’s cackles echoing throughout the entire bullpen.

“I was so shocked! I swear my eyes fell out of my skull. Pretty boy and (Y/N) being total freaks over the phone— that is not something I was ever prepared for.”

Spencer attempts to shield himself behind you, snuggling up to your torso and burying his face in your neck, attempting to conceal his embarrassment.

“We are not total freaks.” You bite. “You have no right to judge; all you do is talk about your sexual conquests.”

“Who said I was judging? Derek Morgan doesn’t judge people who like to get down and dirty. And I’d never judge you and pretty boy. In fact, I’m glad he’s come out of his shell. I swear, when I first met him I was worried he was gonna be a virgin for life.”

“That’s enough, Morgan,” Spencer mumbles. “C-can you try not to embarrass us anymore, please?”

“I worn embarrass you, but I can’t promise that Garcia won’t.”

“Garcia knows?!” You and Spencer exclaim in unison.

“Duh,” Derek waves a hand in the air. “I tell my babygirl everything. It’s not personal. It’s a matter of policy.”

“Ugh, whatever.” You sigh. “We’re going home. It’s been a... long day.”

“Baby, you don’t gotta lie to Derek Morgan. If you want to jump your boyfriend’s bones, just say so. I know how ya’ll are.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Goodbye, Morgan.” You sing, yanking Spencer out of the bullpen by the wrist.

Once the glass doors shut behind you, you place a firm kiss on Spencer’s cheek, lingering just close enough to whisper in his ear.

“You’re so in for it later.”

And that cheeky fucker responds with an excited,

“Yes, Ma’am.”

[thenataliamarseille]

You’re Safe | Discord

                                                      DISCORD THREAD #002

Who?: Natalia Marseille, Traci Hendrix ( @traciisms ) When?: Monday 10th August 2020, 04:30am Where?: Outside Cherry Pop

Mentions: Nicola Sloane ( @nicolaeisms ), Avery Oliveira ( @amoliveiraofficial ) Triggers: abuse mentions, sex work mentions, violence

PLOT DEVELOPMENT?: YES. Traci is attacked outside Cherry Pop.

Traci

traci has had a long night at cherry pop with how crowded it has been. it's a saturday night, so that can explain why there's so many clients around to watch them perform. rich businessmen, bachelors, trust fund babies, you name a type of client, they're all there. after her performance on-stage and a couple of private show, the girl quickly got herself ready to come home. she's supposed to walk out with natalia as always, but she was a little bit hard to find, so she decided to wait for her outside, which was a very bad one for her. "hello venus, waiting for someone?" "why are you alone, kitten?" "do you want to join us instead?" traci's found herself being surrounded by a group of men, slowly taking steps away from them. not so long after, her back hit a wall, causing for her to whimper. she tried to shout for help, but there was nothing that was coming out of her mouth. flashbacks of that bachelors party long ago came to mind, making her stand there frozen. what is she going to do now?

Natalia

Natalia got off the phone with Nicola and finished up in the office where she was counting up the takings from the extremely busy Saturday they had just had. Busy was fucking good at the moment, the hot weather bringing more people out for drinks, the dancers keeping them there and keeping their cash in the tills. She walked around the back areas of club that were for staff only, finding all the right people that needed paying on the night. Then, she quickly swapped out her stripper heels for some boots and threw on her infamous faux fur coat and after a conversation with another dancer that said that Traci had gone outside, she too headed out the firedoors at the back. "I'll see you tomorrow babies," she called back into the strippers changing rooms on her way out. "Trac--" Nat's call for the woman was cut short when she saw her being backed into a corner by the group of businessmen that had been told twice inside to quit it with the touching attempts. "Hey!" Natalia called out. "Get the fuck away from her or I'll call the cops," she shouted, her thick french accent shining through.

Traci

tears started streaming down her cheeks, it felt like these....these walls are closing in on her, all she could hear are these men's muffled voices, the voice of that very man who cornered her in a secluded room and almost took advantage of her. but nat came out to the rescue for her that night. natalia. where's natalia? she tried to call out of her, but there wasn't much sound. until....finally she was there. but traci was still scared, she couldn't move. she kept on glancing between them and natalia, silently pleading for her help.

Natalia

The men turned to look at the other stripper, their eyes going over her body like they owned it and, if looks could kill, the expression that took hold of Nat's features. "Who the fuck do you think you're looking at like that," she spat, being the one to take the first move and step forward into the group of men. They laughed. They fucking laughed. They called out petnames and then one of them took another step closer to Traci and that was it. "Nique la police," she muttered under her breath as she reached into her fur and down her leg and pulled out a small handgun. "Step the fuck away from my dancer," she demanded, her eyebrow raising as she flicked the safety off the gun.

Traci

everything that's happened next was a blur to her. she just stood there watching as natalia dealt with these three men, definitely not in the calmest of way. she could feel it by the way she was staring at them, how her jaw clenched when it looked like they aren't taking her seriously. all of a sudden one of them moved closer again, making traci curl up in her corner. "nat...nat...please..." she finally cried. "please help me...." she sobbed quietly, looking up at the other pleadingly. she could feel her body growing weak, and just desperate for natalia, and the feeling of security she's always had with her.

Natalia

She heard Traci cry and call out and she just felt her entire body go into auto-pilot, the driver being sheer fucking rage. "Merde," she cursed as she shot the gun at the floor, using the sound of the shot to quickly close the gap between her and the man closest to Traci. She flipped the gun around and took it by the hot barrel which kind of burnt her hand but she didn't even notice. She pistol whipped the man, sending him down to the ground before spinning around in her five inch heels and grabbing the other one by his shirt, pulling him into her whilst cursing about how men were the fucking worst in French, and headbutted him with enough force that it sent him stumbling backwards into, and then back through the doors of the club. Nat turned again to where the third guy was as he tripped over his feet a little as he walked backwards, hands in the air. "Smart move, asshole," she spat out to out side and wiped the back of her hand across her lips before bending down and picking her gun back up off the floor then running over to Traci. "Hey, baby... It's okay-- I got you babygirl..." She muttered softly, pushing the her hair back and behind her ear. "Here--" Nat shrugged off her coat and wrapped it around Traci's shoulders. "Let's get you out of here..."

Traci

she could feel her head spinning as she watched what happened next when natalia shot her gun. she wasn't just afraid for her safety, but also for the older dancer's life. she stood there, trying to catch her breath while the woman took care of this group of bastards. nat definitely knew how to fight, how to fuck them up and send them running. she finds herself staring at the pavement, tears streaming down her face when natalia finally came up to her, tucking her hair behind her ear. "nat..." she almost leaped into her arms and sobbed, holding on to her for her dear life. once again, she was saved by natalia marseille. "okay....i... i'm tired....please...hold me in bed tonight...i... i'm scared, nat....still scared..."

Natalia

Natalia was shaking, but not because she was scared or because she was hurt but because she was just so fucking angry. This didn't happen a lot, on the most part, the people who came to the club were respectful of the dancers, but the few times a year it did happen... It took a little while for the dancers to shake it off. Especially Traci, especially after what had happened to her. "I'm here my darling... It's okay..." Natalia reassured her as she wrapped and arm around her and began to walk her forward. Natalia made no mistake when she stepped on the guy's hand with the stiletto of her heel causing him to cry out in pain. One of them called her a bitch and she stopped dead in her tracks, holding Traci in front of her and turning around with a cocked eyebrow as she stared him dead in the eye. "You want to call me that again, eh?" She spat with venom. The guy clearly knew what was best for him because he came out from between the back doors and shut them behind him. "That's what I thought-- you're all barred. From here, Blue, Peppermints-- and every other decent place in this fucking town." Of course, Natalia didn't have the automatic power to do that but she already knew Nic and Avery would put it in place the moment she told them about this. "Let's go..." Nat muttered, turning back around and leading Traci around to her 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO. Nat wasn't made of money, but she was materialistic and so the money she did have went towards her flashy pent and this stunning classic car. Oh, and clothes. Obviously. Nat helped Traci in, she even leant across and did her seatbelt up for her. Then she cupped her cheeks and dropped down so she could properly look her in her eyes. "You're staying with me for a while, okay? I'll take care of you, mon cheri..." She kissed her gently as her thumb rolled over her cheeks, wiping away her tears.

Traci

having natalia there once more to save her again.....traci felt lucky. she couldn't imagine what she would've went through if she didn't look for her at that bachelors party, if she didn't look for her now. she was a little bitch shaken up by both incidents, mostly now depending on the other on leading her away from the place and to her car. she just watched her stepped on the man's hand, which causes for traci to whimper and hide her face against her neck. natalia was still obviously fuming, she could feel it by how warm she is right now. nicola and avery....for sure they wouldn't let shit like this slide. she was then finally lead to her car after that, she cannot take a second longer to look at them anymore. she stares up at the older woman as she settled in her seat, nodding as the other looked at her in the eyes, wiping away her tears. she only replied with a tiny "okay." after that, the younger dancer just curled up in her seat while nat eventually drives off from the place.

Natalia

She had no idea how they could still be in this position, how their profession was still just seen as women who men could do whatever they wanted to. It was a profession, because Nat had never met any group of people who worked harder or with more passion that the people at Cherry Pop and Peppermints. So when this happened, when it kept happening... It made it impossible for Nat to not lose her cool. She was usually calm, collected... But not when it came to this. Not when it came to of the dancers, and especially Traci's, safety. Natalia could see how shaken up the younger woman was because of this, and it broke her head. She sighed gently, closing the car door and then going around and getting in the drivers side before turning the car on and driving away. The whole ride, she muttered to herself in French. About how she hated those kinds of men, how she was angry at herself for not getting there sooner. It's not long until they get to Nat's place, pulling into the private garage of the apartment block and parking up. Natalia came around to Traci and got her out of the car, taking her hand and leading her just quietly to the elevator that took them straight up to her penthosue. As soon as they were inside and the doors shut, she pulled Traci into a tight hug. "I got you, baby... You're safe..."

Traci

she shuts her eyes as, laying her head against the headrest as natalia drives off. traci's heart is still beating fast and she could still feel her body slightly shaking. being almost taken advantage of once more....it was already too much for her. she loved her work, she loved it with all her heart, but she despises this the most. once they've arrived and the older woman got her out of the car, she kept her eyes on the floor while she was led back up to the other dancer's penthouse. she stood close by her, holding on to her arm like her life depended on it. not a moment longer they were in her place and she was pulled into a hug right away, and then she started sobbing again. "nat...." she whimpers, burrowing her face against the taller woman's neck.

Natalia

By the time they've arrived at her apartment block, Natalia is a little more calm. The hushed ranting stopped and now she was just worried about Traci. She could remember how the other was following what happened a few years ago at the party they had escorted for... This was going to bring all of that back, and then add more too it. God, why were men so fucking entitled? She had to swallow those thoughts down though, she didn't want to be angry around Traci right now... She needed Nat's softer side, her caring and her love. She didn't need her temper, that would only make it worse. "Hey... Hey, I'm here baby..." She whispers into the top of Traci's head as she presses her lips to it, a hand coming up and stroking through her hair. "It's okay... It's over..." The doors of the elevator pinged and Nat led the younger dancer into her pent and through it straight to the bedroom. She cupped her cheek and wiped her tears away with her thumbs softly. "I'll never let anything happen to you, babygirl... You know that, right?" She muttered, words laced with her accent.

Traci

she grabs a handful of natalia's shirt and just held on it for her dear life, feeling like they were still there, and they were going to take her away. traci tries to calm her breathing down while the other kisses the top of her head. they're in a safe place now, no one could ever harm her. nat was right. but traci couldn't help but still be shaken up, struggling to be on her feet as she held on to the other for support. she couldn't help but think of what might've happened if she wasn't there, if she was all alone. though the older dancer was right. she just nods at her question, looking up at her pleadingly in the eyes. "t'ank you...." she whispers in reply. traci then tugs on her shirt. "m'still scared....tired and scared.... don't leave me alone....please...."

Natalia

She hated seeing Traci like this. She hated how helpless she felt when Traci was like this. The regret of not just shooting that fucking man shot through her mind, but she ultimately knew that that would have hurt her, Traci, the business and Nicola more than this was hurting her. When the younger dancer grabbed onto her shirt, Nat let her do so, pulling her in closer and rubbing her hand up and down her back gently shhing her. "You never need to thank me for looking after you, baby..." She said quietly. Nat furrowed her eyebrows a little when Traci asked her to not leave her alone. "I would never..." Nat uttered. "You can stay here as long as you like, as long as you need... In my arms, in my home, in my company... I need you to feel safe, my sweet... You are safe..." Nat kissed her softly before breaking them apart only to take her top off and then Nat's so that they could be closer, skin on skin. "You want to shower? Or you want to go straight to bed?"

Traci

she knew she didn't have to thank natalia, but traci couldn't help it, she has been there for her ever since she has started working at cherry pop, she has always been there to take care of her, to make sure she always gets what she needs, that she always feel safe and that she is indeed safe. she knew it would never be uttered, but they have this love for each other that's different above the rest, which is just.....something beyond the kind of love traci knew. they didn't have to say it, they both just knew it and they already understand without ever feeling the need to tell each other. she nods at her words once more, she's safe, she's always safe with natalia, and the woman would never dare to leave her. at the mention of the shower or bed, she immediately yawns, feeling the exhaustion finally take over her. "bed....m'tired....just want to sleep...." she gently shoves her face against her chest.

Natalia

Natalia had always been a protective kind of woman. When she was younger, it was over everyone threatened by the ruthless politics and policies her own Mother wanted to implement. It was in the protests in Paris that she first had to physically fight her own battles. Then, it was those she had grown close to, those back home who knew what she was doing and helped her in her fight. Then, after moving to America and taking up dancing and stripping and escorting, it was every other woman she acquainted herself with that couldn't fight their own battles on their own. Now, she had all of the dancers at Cherry and all of them at Peppermints too. But, Traci... The way she cared for Traci was far more than she had ever cared for any of the others. If monogamy was something she was into, she might even tell her how when she says ' i love you', she really does mean those three words... Something told her that Traci already knew that though. "Okay, my love... Come here," Nat pulled Traci in a little closer and then helped her out of the rest of her clothes before undressing herself and then led them both to her bed, getting in and pulling the covers right up to their shoulders as if it were a shield from the world. "I got you, babygirl..."

Traci

she lets the woman take off the rest of her clothes, kicking off her shoes before she was led to bed. traci immediately finds herself curled up in the arms of natalia, one of the few places where she felt the safest, like nothing can ever hurt her. she's one of the very few people she trusts with all her heart and her life. she clings on to natalia's body as if her life depends on it, burrowing her face against her neck. she yawned once more, looking at the other's face one more time before shutting her eyes close. "g'night, nat.....see you in the morning...."

Natalia

Nat pulls her in close, wrapping her arms around her and then gently playing with her hair as she sorts out a position to stay in. She can already feel Traci's body getting heavier in her arms, she can feel the adrenaline leave and the exhaustion come in. Nat's tired too, but those thoughts and that anger is still swirling around inside her. The older woman kisses her forehead gently as she closes her eyes, hand on the back of head burrowing her back into her neck softly. "Dors bien mon ange..." She whispers as she gently plays with her hair, holding her tightly until she finally feels Traci untense and fall into sleep.

[goddessofthundathighs]

V. DINNER DATE

“Why didn't you tell me you had the tongue of an anteater? It seems like something you would've brought up once or twice since we've been in such close quarters,” O'Shea inquired as the two women strolled down Rodeo Drive. As promised, after they finished lunch Skylar took her shopping to search for a gown for the conference as well as to reward Shea for behaving so well during her little experiment. Sky’s response wasn’t immediate. She simply chuckled before removing the Prada shades from her face and using them as a makeshift headband to tame her natural curls.

“One, you never asked, and two, I’m a lesbian and an expert in female anatomy. Not knowing how to eat pussy is a disservice to myself as well as to my profession.”

“Touché,” O’Shea replied. There wasn’t much she could say after such an explanation. With that, the ladies continued their trip, spending an obscene amount of money, but Sky felt like they both deserved it. After spending several hours in Chanel, Gucci, and Christian Louboutin, the pair had dinner and then retired to their respective living quarters.

Conference Day

O’Shea sat behind the desk, iMac open to her emails, sketchbook open to her latest design, and her iPhone blasting her Créme de la Pénis playlist. The sensualness of the sexually charged lyrics helped fuel her creativity when it came to new design concepts. Just as she was finding her groove, the music stopped, interrupted by an incoming FaceTime call.

“Yes Dr. Stevens?”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Powell, you look beautiful today.” Her heart fluttered at his compliment, but she wouldn’t dare let him know that. It the short time that they had known one another, he had unlocked almost all of her sexual kinks and they had yet to have sex. O’Shea was perplexed yet intrigued and therefore continued in the sweet torture.

“Why thank you, Dr. Stevens. What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“Are you alone?”

“Skylar is in her office in the back of the store.”

“Are there any customers in the store?”

“Not right now.”

“Perfect. Grab a pair of headphones, I wanna try something.” Shea looked at the screen in confusion, but complied anyway.

“What are you wearing?”

“Well you can see my burgundy turtleneck, but I’m also wearing a leather pleated mini skirt, some fishnets and my black platform Doc Martens.”

“Mmm, that’s quite the visual, Ms. Powell. Think you can be a good girl for Daddy and play around for a bit?” The sexy voice was back and had O’Shea creating a puddle in her seat.

“That face is telling me yes, but I prefer verbal consent.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl, spread them legs for me.” As if she were in a trance, O’Shea spread her thighs and trailed her hand down to her pearl.”

“She wet?”

“Aquafina.” He smiled, revealing a new set of top and bottom grills, with the canines stretched like vampire fangs, with a dangerous glimmer in his eye.

“Should I be afraid?”

“Only if you wanna be, babygirl. But has Daddy ever given you a reason to be afraid?”

“Well it was that one time—”

“Girl shut yo ass up and pull that thong to the side.” She couldn’t help but laugh at his tone and his impatience.

“So how far does a nigga need to go with you to bring Bennie out the cage?”

“Why on Earth would you wanna meet her?”

“Well she’s clearly the one that runs the show. I just wanna see if she bout what she be talking bout,” his Oakland twang making an appearance ever so slightly.

“Be careful what you wish for, Stevens. Bennie doesn’t go back in the cage so easily when she’s summoned.”

“You let Daddy deal with that, Ms. Powell. Now like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, take two fingers.. stick them into that pretty mouth..get them wet.. and rub that clit nice and slow.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then that’ll be you all pent up and pissed off until tonight.”

“Touché,” she agrees. With that, her middle and ring fingers found her slickness, rubbing slow circles over her throbbing clit. She stared at the camera, biting her lip as his deep voice rumbled in her ear. Slow then fast then slow again she worked herself closer and closer to her release.

“You almost there, Princess?”

“Yes Daddy,” she whimpered, eying the front door as well as the door to the back office to ensure that no one caught her in her lewd act. This was the furthest she'd gotten with just her fingers in months. It had to be the combination of the movements and his voice.

“Good girl, now stop.”

“What?!” she screeched, as she was seconds from an orgasm.

“I just wanted you to get that pussy ready for Daddy. I’ll see you later on tonight.” With that, he ended to call, leaving her horny and pissed off in her seat. Her forgotten playlist was now a tease of what could've been.

“Skylar Moreau Greene!” she growled as she marched to the tiny woman’s office.

“I didn’t do it,” Sky answered, puzzled as to why O’Shea was disclosing her government name to the world.

“That blockhead friend of yours is about to come up missing!”

“What happened this time? You were just playing with ya pussy on FaceTime for him.”

“How did you—“

“Surveillance cameras, my precious.” Shit.

“Ok whatever. Anyway that nigga keeps getting me worked up and then leaving me hanging! I’m sick of it.”

“I thought you liked being edged?”

“I do when my release is the endgame. I haven’t cum in days! And no, I don’t want you to eat my pussy again even though that shit was IMMACULATE!” Skylar giggled at the admission. She’d been talking about it since the day it happened.

“O’Shea, sweetheart, I’m about to tell you something real. Erik isn’t like any other guy you’ll ever meet. His willpower and patience are unmatched, especially when he has a point to prove. The only way you’re gonna get what you want from him is by following his rules.”

“But this shit is dumb,” O’Shea pouted.

“Is it really dumb or are you just a spoiled little bitch?”

“Hey, hey! Lower your voice, ma’am. I’m in a vulnerable state and those are very triggering words.”

“I know princess,” Skylar teased, causing O’Shea to pout and stomp her way out of the office.

“I’m going to get my hair done!”

“Have fun!”

O’Shea left the salon two hours later with a large butterfly braid cascading down the left side of her face. Per Shea’s request, the stylist adorned the braid with gold charms and cording while the in-house makeup artist beat her face to the gods. They decided to go with soft glam on the face and lips, while adding gold glitter and false lashes for a bold pop. Once home, she freshened up and stepped into her dress. O’Shea stared in awe of herself in the custom ball gown Skylar had designed for Erik’s conference.

“My best friend is a flashy nigga, so his date has to match his fly.”

It was an Egyptian style white gown with gold accents and a cascading draped train. She completed the look with golden open toe high shaft stiletto gladiator sandals.

“If this doesn’t get me any dick, I’m fighting somebody,” O’Shea said as she admired herself.

Erik arrived promptly at 7:00. He stood clad in a black velvet suit with filigree detailing, black and gold Louboutin loafers, and his signature gold-rimmed glasses. His dreads were neatly braided to the back of his head and in his hands was a box of black and gold designer roses adorned with sparkling stones like the ones O’Shea had seen on Instagram. The man looked good enough to eat and though the sight before her had her essence pooling in her panties, Erik was still met with O’Shea’s attitude.

“I see someone’s still salty from earlier,” he taunted, noticing her cold demeanor.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this shit over with,” Shea fussed.

The ride to the banquet was quiet, too quiet for Erik’s liking, but he wasn’t giving in to O’Shea’s bratty antics. She needed to learn that she wasn’t the one in control of this situation and that she'd get the attention she craved whenever he chose to give it, but until then, he was content in torturing her every chance he got. He ran the tips of his fingers up the split in her dress, smirking to himself as her body inadvertently reacted to him. He watched the goosebumps spread across her skin as his fingers traveled further up her thigh and almost full out cackled at her pouting because he put both hands back on the wheel. He was sure he’d break her tonight.

O’Shea was awestruck once they finally entered the grand ballroom. The walls of the ballroom were ivory white with gold trimmings with four giant chandeliers lining the middle. Each table was decorated with black table cloths and accented with red napkins and red roses.

“Dr. Udaku, nice to see you again,” a colonizer spoke shaking Erik’s hand.

“Nice to see you as well, David. How’s Margaret?” Erik asked, not really caring about the state of the man’s wife but more so to move the conversation along. While the pair conversed about meaningless bullshit, O’Shea slipped away to grab a drink from one of the cocktail waitresses and admire the scenery. Erik caught up with her just as she'd downed her third glass, wrapping a protective arm around her waist.

“Tsk. You shouldn’t wander off like that, Princess. You'll get Daddy all worried.”

“Then Daddy should pay better attention to me,” she retorted. “And I thought your last name was Stevens. Who the hell is Udaku?”

“Mind your business,” was all he said before pulling her chair out at their assigned table. She pouted and fidgeted the entire time, making her displeasure for being there no secret to anyone paying attention. After about the fifth obnoxious yawn, Erik leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t forget you're a guest. Don't think that I won’t handle your tiny ass because we’re in public,” he threatened.

“Not worried.”

“Didn’t say you had to be.”

“Ugh, niggas make you cum once and wanna talk slick,” she spat.

“Once? That lil stunt in my office had you cumming way more than just once.”

“Nigga I’m talking tangible cum, physical orgasms.. and Shy has you beat in that department. Compared to her, your head game is mediocre.”

“Mediocre?!” he whisper yelled, causing a few heads to turn their way.

“I said what I said,” O’Shea answered, taking another sip from her champagne. He didn't respond and they sat in silence listening to the speaker.

After enough time had passed post spat, the pair began engaging in comfortable conversation with the other couples at the table. For a second, O’Shea had forgotten all about the dormant beast that sat to her left until his right hand found her bare left thigh again, squeezing the flesh roughly. O’Shea bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from moaning aloud, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Dr. Nigga as he continued his sweet torture. He kept kneading and squeezing her thigh, causing her to clench her thighs together. She was unable to contain the squeal that left her lips as Erik smacked her outer thigh, causing her to spread her legs.

“Are you alright, O’Shea?” David asked, genuinely concerned by her sudden outburst.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she stuttered out. Erik’s face remained neutral as his hand continued its quest upward into her panties where he found her throbbing clit. His thick fingers massaged slow circles, causing her wetness to pool once again. O’Shea tried desperately to close her legs, but it was useless. With his free hand, Erik took a sip of his water before leaning casually over to whisper in her ear.

“Try to close them again and I’ll bend you over this table,” he threatened with another smack to her outer thigh. O’Shea whimpered softly as she looked up at him and then down to her lap where she could see his fingers working their magic on her sensitive nub, her dress pooled in her lap. After the speaker made a small joke, the room laughed politely and Erik smiled at O'Shea sweetly before leaning back down to her.

“Is Princess gonna listen to Daddy?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, too far gone in the pleasure. Eyes still trained forward as the guest of honor spoke, Erik moved her panties to the side and slid two of his fingers into her, making ‘come hither’ motions against her g-spot.

“Oh fuck,” O’Shea moaned as silently as she could manage before putting a fist to her lips, biting down on her knuckles. David's attention was drawn again and he looked from O'Shea who seemed to be in great discomfort to Erik.

“Erik,” he whispered aggressively. Erik's face was of someone completely uninterested in what was going on and David pointed subtly at O'Shea, “Help her,” he implored shamed by Erik's lack of attention to her condition as he was hailed to be a capable and sought after doctor.

“Do you want my help,” he innocently blinked at O'Shea who was breathing heavily with her hand at her mouth so not to cause anymore attention.

“O'Shea?” He watched her face in faux concern as if he wasn't the source of her unraveling. “I think you might need some more attention,” he smirked as David finally turned away satisfied with Erik's involvement.

Erik’s deep chuckle was back at her ear as he pushed his digits as far into her as they would go, causing her essence to gush down his knuckles. O’Shea couldn’t take it. The forbiddenness of what they were doing had her wetter than she had been in a while and her orgasm was building fast. She leaned her head on his shoulder, whimpering so that only he could hear.

“Erik please..”

“So sweet now,” he murmured teasingly. “Please what, Princess?” She had begun rocking her hips to match his rhythm and aid in her completion.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered as his fingers increased in speed, repeatedly stroking her gspot.

“Cum for Daddy, babygirl,” he purred, using his thumb to simultaneously massage her clit. She dug her nails deep into the rich material covering his thigh, biting her lip hard to mask her moan as her orgasm overtook her. David looked over to the pair, noting the sated look on Shea’s face.

“Are you sure you’re alright, O’Shea? You look flustered.”

“N-No sir. I’m totally fine.”

“She just needs some water,” Erik interjected. “Drink some water,” he directed O'Shea and she picked up her glass taking a sip and nodding. “She tends to get flustered in crowds. We're trying out a harmless little therapy tonight,” Erik lied as he pulled his hand from between her thighs, discreetly slipping his fingers into his mouth as David and another woman at the table listened with interest of the therapeutic method. The sight alone had O’Shea clenching.

“Isn’t that right?” he asked as he licked the last of her essence from his middle finger.

“Right,” she answered, taking a sip from the glass of water he slid in front of her since she'd finished her own.

“Ahem, if you all will excuse me, I’ll be right back,” Erik announced smoothly standing from the table and leaving the banquet room towards the hall of restrooms. O’Shea took a few more sips from the water glass as she tried to regulate her breathing. Meanwhile, David engaged her more in conversation mentioning relaxation techniques which worked to calm her nerves further. That was until her cell phone dinged in her clutch. She pulled it out to see one unread text message from Erik.

Bring yo ass here..

She bit her lip lustfully, as she slipped her phone back into her bag.

“Please excuse me, David. I need to get some fresh air.” With a confident stride, O’Shea, or should I say Bennie, made the short journey to the bathrooms where Dr. Nigga was waiting, leaning casually against the sink. His eyes traveled up and down her body hungrily as she stood before him.

“You gon’ take that shit off willingly or is a nigga gon’ have to rip it?”

“Nigga you will do no such thing,” she spat, planting her feet on the floor in front of him.

“Bet.” The harsh sound of ripped fabric filled the bathroom as Erik grabbed the split in her dress and tugged until the dress lay in two pieces on the floor.

“Bitch that was a $3,000 dress!” she fumed, his hand clamping tightly around her throat in response.

“What you just call me?”

“Bit—”

“Choose your words wisely, Princess,” he threatened as his fingers gripping the mound between her thighs once more, finding her throbbing core.

“That was an expensive dress Daddy,” she whimpered as she slowly starting grinding against his hand.

“You acting like Daddy can’t buy you another one, Lil’ Mama. I gave you simple instructions and you didn’t follow them so I handled it my way. Now look at you, grinding and clenching around my fingers like you deserve for me to let your bratty ass cum again.” He removed his hand from her center, sucking her juices off of his fingers. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, biting her lip as he stared down at her.

“What’s the matter, Lil’ Mama? You mad? You tired of me edging you even though you asked for this shit? Talk to Daddy.”

“I just wanna cum, Daddy. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Oh you begging now? That’s cute. This must be the little girl in you. What was her name, Buttercup?” Her face heated. She knew he knew about all of her submissive personalities, but she didn’t expect him to bring out her Little Girl so quickly.

“Yeah, that’s my lil’ baby right there. You know, Bennie really hurt Daddy’s feelings earlier. She told me my head game was mediocre. You don’t think that, do you baby?” he asked as he stroked her cheek.

“I think I need to experience it again, Daddy. I don’t really remember.” He smirked before lifting her in his arms and placing her legs on her shoulders. He stepped closer to the wall so she’d be able to lean her body back and began feasting from her. His thick tongue snaked its way into her entrance, thrusting back and for the way his dick wanted to.

“Eyes on Daddy, Lil’ Mama,” he purred as he flicked his tongue against her clit before sucking it gently. He spelled both of their names against her clit, effectively drawing 3 more orgasms from her before settling her back on her feet.

“Daddy’s baby feel better?” She smiled goofily, nodding her agreement. “Rate Daddy's tongue on a scale of mediocre to exceptional.”

“Phenomenal,” she grinned. He collected the ruined dress from the floor and deposited it in the trash before draping his coat around her shoulders. She was thankful that he was so big, his large coat masking the fact that she was completely naked underneath. Erik went back to the table to say his goodbyes, blaming their sudden departure on O’Shea having sensory overload, being tired, and suffering a wardrobe malfunction.

“Oh, it was great to see you again, Erik. Good to meet you as well O'Shea. Take care of her,” David said innocently, waving his goodbye.

“I will,” Erik nodded curtly turning to lead O'Shea to the exit with his lips to her ear whispering all the while.

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NCT 2018 Mafia!AU Reaction to their GF Getting Hit On, but she Doesn’t Know It.

This was requested by my lovely daughter @emmaishere92! FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED. I AM DYING CHILDREN SAVE ME.

Have some fun kiddos. Fair warning some reactions contain the smallest bit of insinuated smut so be warned.

Background: You and you’re boyfriend were at a public function for his gang, NCT. You split off to get yourself something to something to drink/eat when a young man approached you, and began to talked with you. You just thought the boy was being friendly, but your boyfriend felt otherwise...

Taeil:

Taeil was not a fighter. He was the van guy, the guy who sat behind at a computer giving everyone direction. When he saw the guy flirting with you he knew two things, he wouldn’t be able to do anything, and you had no clue what the fuck was going on. He was seething through his teeth thinking about another man with his hands on you when Jisung asked what was wrong. Taeil explained and within a split second you were away from the guy and with Taeil with your face buried in his neck.

Johnny:

As the underboss, Johnny was never one to get his hands dirty. So when he caught another man flirting with you, he sent one of the boys to go “take care” of the dude. He also made sure to have one of the boys bring you back to him. You sat on his lap while he growled in your ear “Babygirl, you know how I feel, when other men flirt with what is mine, and you let it happen. I think I need to punish you when we get home. Don’t I?” You dramatically gulped as he traced circles on your hip.

Taeyong:

In the beginning Taeyong didn’t really care, you guys were in an arranged marriage, it’s not like you were really together. He even had a bunch of other girls hanging off of him, but when he saw the guy attach his lips to your collarbone, he was fuming. Not only were you visibly uncomfortable, but you were his property no one could touch you like that besides him. He marched over to the guy, grabbed him at the base of the neck and slammed his head onto the bar. 

Yuta:

He probably planned the whole thing in order to test your loyalty to him. He wanted to see if he was yours, even though you already belonged to him. He knew in the beginning you were utterly oblivious, but the minute this man put his hands on your ass, you broke your drink on top of his head and stated that you were taken. Yuta was proud.

Kun:

He was just plain confused. He wasn’t naturally aggressive, I mean he got into the mafia because they wanted the best doctor in Hong Kong, but seeing you with this guy made a fire burn inside of him, and he didn’t understand it. He tried his hardest the entire time he was stuck there to not be like the men who he works for, but seeing another man flirt with you, and you being so damn oblivious made smoke come out of his ears.  He shook off the feeling and walked over to you, roughly wrapped his arm around you, and placed a loving kiss on your temple.

Doyoung:

He was irritated more than anything. (totally reminding me of the”right in front of my salad” meme) He just sat there ignoring the situation going on right behind him, talking with the boys. That was, until it got to be too much for him, and he just walked up to you, pulled you back to him and the boys, pulling you onto his lap before he continued talking to his hyungs.

Ten:

Ten is an odd mix of soft and possessive. There are times where he’ll sit and sulk to himself and other’s where makes the world know you are his. This time he was somewhere in the middle. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you from the back, and rested his head on your shoulder. He then started placing chaste kisses to your neck, until he giggled. “Hey princess, don’t you think it’s funny how this mother thinks he has a chance with what’s mine?” he growled into your neck, not even looking at the guy.

Jaehyun:

This smug ass mother fucker. He saw a guy flirting with you, and took it as an opportunity to show off how you were his. He slid his sunglasses on a casually walked over to you. He pulled you into a rough passionate kiss, before he smacked your ass causing you to jump and yelp. At that moment he could feel all the power he had, and he let out a big smirk.

Sicheng:

(i had to take a ten min break so i could cry in a corner I love him too much)

Don’t fight me on this but Mafia!Cheng is probably the scariest of them all, and the most possessive. Everybody new not to mess with him, even though he looked fragile and child-like he was NCT’s best fighter because of his agility and flexibility. You didn’t even have time to say a word before Sicheng jumped to you, and grabbed your hips and planted a rough kiss on your lips. You could feel his possessiveness leech off of him as he was trying to make it a point that you belonged to him. You’ve never seen a man run so fast.

Jungwoo:

(i literally cannot see him being in a mafia he’s too squishyyyy)

He stood in the corner watching it happen, as his anger radiated off of him in waves. He was about to walk away when he noticed something. The guys placed his hand on your shoulder. He touched you, and that was one of Jungwoo’s rules. No man besides him was allowed to touch you ever. He dropped his drink and stormed toward you, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you knee the guy in the balls, pushing him to the ground and stepped on his sternum, yelling that if he touched you again you would crush his larynx. Jungwoo even had to stop you before you got out of hand. “Come on kitten, this scum doesn’t deserve the time of day.”

Yukhei:

String bean here is not a happy camper. He’s grumbling and mumbling to himself. He’s upset. He walks up to you angry and fierce, he grabs you and pulls to the bathroom. Everyone thinks he’s about to let you know who you belong to, but that’s not the case. Yukhei may look tough but he constantly needs confirmation, so he sits in the bathroom with his head buried in your chest asking if he’s good enough for you.

Mark:

He was quietly watching you from across the room. He knew that you were oblivious to the situation, but to anyone other than him it looked like you were flirting back. It was tainting his image, and that pissed him off. When you caught his gaze, he gave you that look. The one that beckoned you to sit on his lap. The one that clearly let you know you were in for it tonight.

Renjun:

Renjun isn’t possessive, he’s just plain old aggressive. You were just casually talking to this guy, when Renjun came over and pummeled the guy into the ground. With each punch he growled “Don’t touch her.” After he was done he grabbed your wrist, so hard it would bruise the next day, and dragged you over to the guys. Making sure he had a strong arm wrapped around you, so you wouldn’t leave his sight.

Jeno:

Here’s where it get’s tough. Jeno is very secluded in his feelings. If he’s insecure, he doesn’t show it. If he’s proud, he doesn’t show it. He’s just cold, unless he’s with you. He was casually sipping on his coke while he listened to Taeyong brag about his latest conquest, when he saw the other dude. He froze a little bit when he saw how after a while, you were growing more and more uncomfortable with the guy. Jeno dropped his cold facade, walked over and gave you a tight back hug. He kissed into our neck and asked if you were okay. You asked him if you guys could leave. He happily obliged, hoping he could go home and cuddled.

Donghyuck:

In less than 2 seconds Hyuck was by your side, and the guy was on the floor clutching his jaw. Hyuck did not tolerate this kind of blatant disrespect towards him or his gang, so a point was made. Afterwards he pulled you aside and scolded you to stay away from men other than him or NCT.

Jaemin:

Jaemin may be tough as a bag of nails, but deep down he was scared. He was scared that his chosen profession would lead you away, so when he saw another man flirt with you an you really didn’t notice he got scared. You saw the sad expression on his face and walked over and asked what was wrong. “You know you are my everything, the love of my life. Even though we are so young, I want to be with you forever.” You nodded slightly and gave him a quick peck on the nose. “Good, now can I go beat that guy up, so I still look bad ass?” You giggled at his childishness, and let him go do his thing.

Chenle:

He’s not as possessive or aggressive as the other boys. He’s more pissed at that fact someone thought they could treat you like that. Whisper in your ear, touch you without your permission, and just outright be a pig towards you. Not only were you his entire universe. He walked over and threw the man on the ground and yelled “If this is how you treat such a wonderful girl, then you deserve to rot in a cell with the rest of the scum I put in there.” With that the man was dragged off.

Jisung:

Nope. HELL NO. He was having a nice conversation where his hyungs were praising him for singlehandedly saving the last mission, when some douche nozzle decided to flirt with his girl. HIS GIRL. He walked over to the man and scared him away solely because of his height, which in turn made you laugh because Jisung is totally a squish.

Bonus (because he’s still in NCT to me)

Hansol:

Nope. Just nope. This boy would snatch you away before anything could happen further, and hand you off to Yuta so he could watch you. After that, Hansol walked over to the guy and dragged him outside the bar, before beating him to a pulp. He walked back in with bloody knuckles, and pulled you into the tightest embrace you ever felt. You then felt his hands grasp your ass as he whispered “I’m going to prove to you that you won’t need any other man’s attention besides my own.”

I found this gif of my idiot while looking for one and i thought everyone needed to see it. I have been blessed with my ray of sunshine to make me pure again. I am now back to my soft Jeno stan self. 

This was really the only request i’ve gotten for the 1500 follower special, so please feel free to request any of these:

4 Mafia! AU Reactions (any group)

5 Werewolf! AU Reactions (EXO) *since I promised @kimjongdaely kinda*

5 Smut Reactions (Any Group)

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Take a Deeper Look - PT 4

{Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4}

Pairing: Jay Park/You, Simon D/You

Summary: AOMG’s newest producer has a lot to deal with including a flighty CEO who doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” and feelings for yet another CEO who is so far beyond her reach she doesn’t even think she has a chance.

Content: ANGST FOR DAYS & Some fluffy bits.

Word Count: 3,114

Notes: I feel productive. 

Weird.

Life is weird.

Everything is weird.

It was the only word you could think of. How else could you describe the mess that had taken form around you? You had slept with Jay Park - your boss of all people - and now you were in the AOMG break room watching coffee brew like it was more interesting than the Dos Equis guy. For every drip of the dark liquid and every errant thought about Jay, a piece of what little mental stability you had left wavered. He had been on your mind consistently since you had given him every inch you had to offer.

It was unnerving and almost as annoying as the group that sat at the tables behind you gossiping. They had all showed up while you watched your coffee brew and had proceeded to prattle on and on about mindless drivel that didn’t matter. It was beyond you how people could care so much about their coworkers’ personal lives. You weren’t really listening, until two certain names caught your attention.

"Kiseok and Soori are official now." With the simple gossip, your heart clenched and you entire body stilled. Despite having brushed them off earlier, you were now listening raptly.

"Yeah, she confirmed it with a couples picture on Instagram", a staffer scoffed with a hint of disgust. Apparently you weren’t the only one with less than fuzzy feelings for Norma Bates. You assumed it was the fruity smell. Enjoying the company of someone who smelled like strawberries and acted like the world was rainbows and sunshine all the time would have to be difficult for anyone.

"It was a cute photo of them though," someone else chimed in. You immediately didn’t like whoever it was. They would be lucky if they made it out of the break room not drenched in piping hot coffee.

"Rappers and their model girlfriends," another staffer sighed. "When will I ever be so lucky." Laughter and aimless chatter followed as chairs scrapped against the floor. As their footsteps receded you were left alone with your greatest enemy - yourself.

You supposed you should be comforted that they were so busy talking about Kiseok and Soori that no one seemed none the wiser about you and Jay, but of course you weren't. The news had your stomach rolling and your heart pounding a painful symphony. You had waited too long - to fearful of inevitable rejection - to tell Kiseok that you loved him in a completely different way than you knew he did you. It boggled your mind and made you sick to your stomach to know that you had never had the courage to do something so simple but you sure as hell had enough cojones to have sex with Park Jaebum.

I have royally fucked everything up, you thought to yourself as the last of the coffee dripped into the waiting pot just as your self-pity reached an all time high. You willed yourself into action and reached for one of the Styrofoam cups next to the coffee pot but instead your hand landed on a larger one. You knew that hand, the tattoos were a dead giveaway alone but the feeling of them was burnt into your memory. It wasn’t long ago at all that you had learned those very same hands were capable of magic.

"You're always so distracted," Park Jaebum stated as your hand fell away from the cups. He was standing right behind you - almost touching but not quite. Your face flushed at the proximity with the memories of the night before taunting you. It was surreal in a way. It generally took a lot for you to become comfortable enough for casual skinship but what you had done with Jay was way beyond casual.

You cleared your throat as you racked your brain for a witty comeback. It was hard to think straight in the position he had put you in. You were trapped between the counter and him with no way or will to escape. He was pouring coffee, you managed to note as your brain stuttered for something even remotely normal to grasp onto. Soon the cup was prepared and sitting in front of you as he braced himself against the counter. His chest pressed into your back with the movement. You could feel the now familiar hard panes and ridges through the layers of clothing. You could have sworn your toes were already curling in your shoes as your eyes fluttered close when his lips made a trail along the curve of your neck. Fire was left in his wake.

"Make sure you keep your hair down, babygirl." The only thing that registered was the pet name. It had your knees nearly buckling out from under you. You steadied yourself by gripping the edge of the counter. Someone could see the two of you at any moment, but it was hard to care when even the close proximity of Jay set your nerves aflame. His teeth grazed your skin, eliciting a small gasp from you that was met by a chuckle from him.

"Not so shy anymore, are you?" he asked as he pulled away to lean against the counter next to you. You stared at him dumbfounded. How could he act so nonchalant about the situation? Why the hell did he think it was a good idea to tease you in the break-room of all places.

"Hyukwoo!" you suddenly exclaimed - the heat dissipating from your body as you remembered how he had caught two of you. Everyone seemed oblivious so far, but surely he would say something eventually. When he did the entire world would be set on it’s head.

"Ah I took care of him," Jay waved it off. He picked a granola bar from the basket on the counter and began munching away - his usual carefree self.

"Um? Did you put a hit out on him or...?" you questioned absently.

"I bribed him," Jay stated simply. "I deleted  all the videos I have of him being a drunken idiot."

You couldnt help but to crack a smile at that. Loco tended to live up to his name when he had one to many to drink. Everyone in AOMG - especially Jay - teased him relentlessly about it. Having some of the evidence erased was most likely more than enough of a bribe for Hyukwoo.

"You know YN," Jay started. He suddenly seemed more serious than you had ever seen him. It had you turning your full body toward him as you studied the sincerity in his eyes curiously. "I don't want things to be weird between us."

There was that word again. It had your stomach churning in nervousness and your head spinning. How could things not be weird? You were two polar opposites with an antagonistic relationship that slept together. That was nothing but complicated and weird.

"But I don’t want last night to be a one time thing." His bottom lip was briefly held hostage by his teeth as he contemplated his next words carefully. "So... Coworkers... With benefits?"

It was a question. He was giving you a way out if it made you uncomfortable, and it did. You had never been in a purely physical relationship - that just wasn’t you. With your brand of awkward the idea alone had always seemed impossible, but as you looked into his persuading brown eyes you knew you wouldn't refuse. How could you?

"Okay", you muttered. You voice was barely audible and it cracked with nerves, but his face lit up instantly. He smiled - the one that made your heart race and his eyes crinkle - before leaving you standing in the break-room by yourself with a tension headache forming and so many unsaid words on the tip of your tongue.

Jay Park had opened you up to the world of intimacy more within in the past few days than you had ever experienced in your life. It was awkward and scary for you, of course, but it was also exciting. Never did you think that it would come so natural for someone like you - someone who avoided simple skinship at all cost - but it did and for once in your life you felt a bubbling confidence welling up in your psyche. You felt strong in something other than your profession. It was overwhelming to say the least.

You grabbed the coffee he had made from the counter in autopilot. The coffee was lightly sweetened with no creamer, exactly how you liked it. You didn't even question how Jay Park had known how you took your coffee - you just accepted it.

The rest of the day followed in smooth fashion. Jay had been oddly well behaved as the two of you finished up recording for the last single. He didn't utter a single appropriate word. You wondered if you had simply imagined the whole thing until he found his way into your text messages as you packed up in your studio for the day.

Come over tonight. I dont think I ever showed you the bedroom.

You scoffed at his cheesiness. This was supposed to be the man who could make women swoon with his mere words. Despite yourself, you found it cute. You would never admit it to him though.

The hallways were deserted as they usually were when you finished packing. You had spent the last few hours in your studio going over the raw recordings you had gotten with Jay earlier. You had the rest of the week to put everything together, which was comparatively better than the last time you had worked with him. Everything that had happened with Jay had ironically seemed to make him more productive.

You found yourself staring at the message as you walked. Of course you were over thinking it. You weren’t used to the flirting in general so suggestive texting was way out of your limits.  You were so lost in thought that you didn’t noticed your pace had picked up with your nerves, nor did you notice Kiseok until you ran right into in. Strong arms wrapped around you to steady you before leaving you just as quickly. You glanced up to find him staring at you with humor in his eyes and that deep rumble of a laugh that you loved so much tumbling from his lips. "In a hurry?" he questioned lightly as he bent down to pick something up off the floor.

My phone! Immediately you grabbed for it snatching it out of his hands quickly and adverting your gaze from his guiltily. No one needed to know what you did with Jay in your spare time, but especially not Kiseok.

"Sorry," he mumbled out with uncertainty. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and you hated it. Things with Kiseok had never been awkward, and you sure as hell didn’t want them to be. "You dropped it and-"

"It’s okay!" you interjected quickly. It came off rather abrupt and rude without you meaning for it to. Things couldn't be like this. It was weird, and dammit you sure were beginning to hate that word. The following silence could be described as nothing but though.

"Um, Jay behaving himself now?" You tensed at his name before forcing yourself to relax. Kiseok knew nothing: he was simply talking about the two tracks that were still in progress. You had to stop being so on edge about it, or people would start putting two and two together.  

"Yeah," you replied as casually as you could. You had to make things normal again, somehow.  

"Good", he replied. If you didn’t know better you would think his own demeanor was the same forced casualness that you were doing your best to maintain. "Drinks tonight?"

The question had your hopes for normalcy soaring. A night in with drinks and a shitty drama had once been a tradition with you and Kiseok. Before Soori had come into the picture and shaken things up, it had been a regular occurence whenever the two of you just needed a break from reality.

"Yes! Absolutely yes!" you didn’t care how eager you sounded. The only thing you cared about was making sure things between you and Kiseok weren't the dreaded "w" word.  

It wasn't even thirty minutes later that you were huddled up under a throw blanket on your couch with a glass of wine in your hand and Kiseok at the other end. He sipped on his own drink and stared at the tv screen with halfhearted interest. You knew he had no interest in the drama, but he had let you choose in normal Kiseok fashion. It was a familiar evening, and long overdue.

"Characters in dramas are never honest with each other," Kiseok tsked as the drama played. The hero was obviously in denial of his feelings, and the heroine was stupidly oblivious  as well. Of course as per usual they were all keeping secrets from each other.

"If they all told the truth though an entire drama would be one episode", you reasoned. Your words came out slightly slurred. Apparently you had more wine than you thought. It was good though, some fancy ‘deep red’ that Kiseok had brought along. You usually stuck with soju, but the end result of both was the same.

"True", Kiseok conceded. Something about the tone of his voice had you glancing his way. His grip on his own wine glass was loose, but he traced the rim around it in thought with a long lithe finger.

"What's wrong, Kiseok?" The question had his shoulders slumping as if in relief you asked. Clearly he had something to get off chest, and you were always more than happy to listen to him even if it was for your own selfish reasons.

"Soori is..." he trailed off in thought and slumped further into the couch. "Do you ever just do things out of responsibility? Like not because you want to but because you feel like you have to?"

"Kiseok!?" you exclaimed sitting up straight as a board and suddenly very tense. He couldn't have, but what else could he be getting at? "Did you get her pregnant?!"

Your question was met with raucous laughter that had Kiseok doubling over at the waist. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him calm down; you didn't think it was funny at all. When his laughter died and his breathing settled, he finally returned your annoyed stare.

"No. It's just..." he trailed off yet again as his leftover humor faltered. His hair was a mess, tousled in every direction and hanging just above his eyes in messy strands. For a moment, Kiseok didn't looks his years. He looked young - boyish even - and uncertain. It was a side of him you didn't see often. It only lasted for a second before he shook his head to clear his thoughts and Kiseok the handsome CEO - tipsy and handsome as ever - was back. "Forget it."

"You know you can tell me anything," you informed gently. You didn’t want to push him, but you wanted him to know that you were there for him no matter what. After all before you loved him as a man, he had been your friend.

All you got in response was a nod as he turned his attention back to the tv. Half way through the second episode, the wine had somehow turned into soju. You didn't question it even as empty bottles began to collect on your coffee table. Kiseok was out to forget his problems, and so were you.

"Why didn't he just tell her!?" You yelled as the third episode of the night wrapped up. "How hard is it to say I love you?" In your alcohol fueled brain, the irony of your statement was lost. Kiseok tsked next to you. Somehow during the drinking and drama marathoning, the two of you had ended up side by side with your thighs touching. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Kiseok himself, either way the close contact was comfortable for you.

"It's not nearly as easy as you think", he almost whispered next to you. Sober you would have dissected that comment to the bone, but drunk you simply brushed it off.

"Ah Kiseok," you giggled to yourself. "I think we drank too much."

"Yes we did", he concurred. Being drunk made the gravelly tone of his voice magnify. The effect it was having on you was enough to make anyone into an addict. You found yourself leaning into him with a satisfied smile playing on your lips.

"Kiseok", you sang sweetly. "Talk to me."

"About what?"

"Anything. Everything."

Your request was met with silence as he returned your gaze with his own. The fear of rejection - no matter how small on a grand scale - made itself ever present until he reached up to brush the loose hair hanging over your shoulder back. It was unlike Kiseok. He was always so careful and respectful of your boundaries with skinship. The brief contact had your heart doing somersaults and your stomach fluttering.

"Where did those come from?" As he mumbled the question, you noticed a dark flash in his eyes. His fingers trailed lightly against your neck.

Your face immediately heated. You had forgotten all about the trail of marks along your neck that Jay had so stubbornly left. You had done your best to cover them up with makeup, and when that had all but failed you had decided to hide them with your hair. You didn't want Kiseok to know. He couldn't know.

You raked your brain for some semblance of an excuse, but came up short. Instead you simply sat there, staring back into his dark gaze in embarrassed silence. You almost felt like his eyes alone were scolding you.

When Kiseok didn't get an answer, he fell back against the armrest of the couch reaching out to pull you with him. You went willingly and ended up laying face first on his chest with his arms wrapped securely around you.

"Let's talk, then." Apparently his usual reservations were out the window for the night, and so were yours. You snuggled your face into him, taking in his familiar scent and relishing in the vibrations of in his chest as he spoke. You stayed that way well on into the morning ; Kiseok talking, you listening, and both of you relishing in the close contact.

It was natural.

It was normal and not anywhere close to weird.

It was how things were supposed to be, right?