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mercieshana · 5 years

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Thursday nights

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (daddy kink, oral, fingering, orgasm, dirty talk...), fluff

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: You meet Jimin at the club, then end up at his house party and later he ends up between your legs.

Writer’s note: Hope y’all enjoy. This one’s a lil longer and it takes a bit to get to the smut part. Lemme know what y’all think and have a blessed (sinful ;-P) Sunday.

There you were, on a Thursday night, marching up the sidewalk with your best friend, Elaine, beside you. Both of you had a red solo cup in hand and were already quite lit off of the vodka that was in your cups and the whiskey shots, you had prior to the departure for the your journey to the club that you were currently still on. The giggling that originated from you and Elaine and the sound of loud American muscle cars that were also heading to the club zooming by you two filled the silence of the night. You loved carefree nights like these, the cold air that was hitting your face, the liquor that was setting your body on fire and your best friend right by your side that was feeding positive energy to your soul - it didn’t get much better than that.

“Yo, chug the rest of the vodka in your cup before we go in,” your girl said, ripping you out of your thoughts and disposing of her empty red solo cup in the trash right beside her. You didn’t even realize that you two were already right in front of the club.

“Right,” you replied, downing the rest of the vodka in your plastic cup and making a face when it made its way down your throat, burning. You couldn’t help, but notice a tall group of guys pass by you. They were young, attractive and confident. One of them stood out to you though. He was wearing a pair of black air one Jordan’s, blue ripped jeans and a tighter white shirt that definitely showed off his toned body, especially his arms.

Oh the things I’d do to that body, you thought, a smirk appearing on your face.

“Eye candy,” you heard Elaine’s voice beside you, a knowing smile tugging on each corner of her red lips that perfectly accentuated her dark hair that was tied up in a sleek high ponytail on top of her head.

“Dang right,” you grabbed her hand and made your way into the dark club. There was a line and of course both of you got ID’d immediately, but both of y’all were already 18, so it wasn’t a problem at all. You were behind the guy that you thought was handsome and had another chance to scan him up and down, before he disappeared into the crowd, while you and E were giving your jackets to the people at the wardrobe; so they could hang them up and you wouldn’t have to drag them around with you the whole time.

“Let’s go to the restroom,” E stated, heading through the crowd, going through a doorway and entering a room that had a huge bar right in the center of it that was attended to by two to three capable bartenders, dressed in white and black, that didn’t seem to be overwhelmed by the large amount of people that were standing at the bar, waiting for them to give them the overpriced beverage they had ordered. You carefully skimmed the impatient people that were waiting, but - sigh - your eye candy was nowhere to be seen. A slight frown appeared on your face.

“Come on,” E caught your attention, before making a right and entering the female restroom with you close behind her. Thank God none of you had to use the restroom, because, of course, there was a line of females, in overly high heels and nearly no clothing on, waiting to relieve themselves, before heading back to the dance floor or the bar, in hope of finding a piece of meat to take home. The two of you had merely come in to touch up on your makeup and make sure your outfit was still sitting pretty - and it was. Elaine spun around, checking out her crop top and nicely fitted black jeans out in the mirror, before polishing up her lipstick and tightening her ponytail.

You on the other hand just reapplied your cherry lipgloss and re-adjusted your tight top that made your tits look good and tightened the gold belt on your dark jeans that hugged the curve of your behind exceptionally well. Both E and you were wearing black and white converse - it was kind of your own “squad wear” and wearing converse every time the squad went out was a given that did not have to be spoken on, it was simply expected.

“Dang you sexyyyyy biatch,” E hyped you up while you were posing in the mirror, making a duck face and twirling your index finger in your dark hair, while your other hand was resting steadily on your dark purple Michael Kors purse.

The two of you burst out into a string of laughter, before making your way out of the restroom and heading to the hip-hop room, which meant making a right after exiting the ladies room, pushing past a bunch of bodies, heading towards the huge bar in the center of the one room and then making a left and going straight into the large hip-hop room. The description definitely sounded waaaaaay more confusing than it actually was.

There were of course a bunch of bodies jerking around on the dance floor to the loud music that was coming from the speakers and the DJ that were positioned close to the stage, which was toward the back of the room. E and you were being eyed by a bunch of guys, as you made your towards one of the DJ’s, cause E wanted to request “Black Beatles” by Rae Sremmurd. As you casually leaned against the wall, waiting for E to hurry up and request the song, you spotted the handsome stranger from before. He was dancing in the middle of a dance circle, dance-battling one of his friends you were assuming. The way his body moved to the beat so smoothly and swiftly, turned you on for some reason.

Wow, he can move like that, you hungrily eyed him, that’s hot. You weren’t usually like this though. You weren’t a predator on the lookout for prey. This was most definitely the alcohol that was coursing through your body, making you feel especially wild tonight.

“Hey, that’s that guy,” E pointed out the obvious and you nodded.

“You should go talk to him!”

“What,” you asked, your head snapping in her direction, so you could look at her face. You weren’t really the type of person to approach people, you liked being approached and plus, you weren’t really too familiar or comfortable with the club scene yet. You were a “noob” when it came to clubbing, probably cause you had turned 18 not too long ago and were now allowed in clubs.

“I said go talk to him,” E repeated and you nervously shook your head.

“Nahhhhhh, I don’t really know what to say. He’s hot, but he’s probably not into girls like me,” you answered.

“What! You are one of the hottest girls at this club and all the guys are eyeing you, in case you haven’t noticed,” she shouted, her voice nearly disappearing under the loud music that was booming through the room.

“I think I’m just going to watch him,” you turned your body to completely face Elaine and thus, turned your back to the hottie that was dancing his heart out.

“I think you’re going to talk to him,” E smiled, her eyes shifting from yours to something behind you. Your brows furrowed and before you could utter a word or turn around, her semi-large hands gave you a powerful shove and you stumbled backwards, nearly losing your footing, but thankfully a pair of strong, large hands came to your aid, steadying your fragile body.

You shifted to look at your hero and made eye contact with that hot guy you’d been secretly eyeing all night - fuck, was all that was filling your mind.

Your eyes went wide and he was staring up down at you intensely.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! SAY SOMETHING!

You managed to choke out an almost inaudible “T-thank you,” before you regained control of your wobbly body that nearly melted into his touch and started to head for E that had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face that you’d ever seen in your whole life.

You mouthed the words “I hate you” at her.

“Wait, what’s your name,” heard his manly voice ring from behind you and it literally sent shivers up and down your spine and halted your movement.

You turned around nervously and stiff as a board, before forcing out the word, “(Y/N)”.

“(Y/N) ,” his face lit up immediately and dang did that toothy smile suit him “beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

He thought I was beautiful?, your heart pounded against your chest and you feared he might hear the loud thumping sound that rang through your ears.

“I’m Jimin,” he smirked, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips and fuckkkk did you want to put that tongue to work.

“H-hi,”you said nervously, toying with your fingers and looking up at him with big doe eyes.

It seemed as though he was about to say something else, but before he was able to, his friend appeared from behind him, letting him know that they were having shots at the bar.

“I’ll be right back,” he said reassuringly, before disappearing into the crowd and you were positive you wouldn’t see him again. The club was big and there were a bunch of pretty girls he could get distracted by, so there really wasn’t any chance that he’d come back to search for you, but part of you still hoped he would.

You had been so nervous that you didn’t even realize your whole body had been shaking. Elaine quickly approached you and nudged you in the side with her elbow.

“That worked out nicely, didn’t it?” she asked and you could clearly hear the grin in her voice.

“Fuck you! I almost had a heart attack,” you complained, simultaneously letting out a sigh of relief.

“Sooooo what’s his name,” she smiled.

“Jimin,” you swooned.

“(Y/N) and Jimin! That sounds good to me,” E patted you on the back, “Where did he go though?”

“He said he was going to be right back after taking some shots or something, but we will see about that. The club is big and there are a lot of pretty girls out here-,” before you could even finish your sentence, E popped the back of your head and you let out an inaudible yelp.

“Fuck that noise,” your bestie shouted, “Let’s go dance!”

After what seemed like hours of dancing and getting hit on, you started to feel a little tired. You glanced over at Elaine who had secured herself a boy-toy for the night and you sighed in disappointment.

Where had Jimin gone? You didn’t really want to think of him, but you couldn’t help it. There was so much you didn’t know about him. He was nothing but a beautiful stranger - a sexy and dangerous looking stranger if you might add.

You didn’t want to be a party-pooper and tell E you wanted to leave, cause she seemed as though she was still having the time of her life, so you just tried your best to keep an eye on them, in case Elaine needed any kind of assistance.

Suddenly, two hands covered your eyes and your heart began to pound like crazy.

“Guess who,” a manly voice sounded from right beside your ear and it ran shivers up and down your spine.

Your mind was racing. Who could it be? Well, the only person that you’d hoped it’d be was Jimin, so that’s the name that escaped your lips.

“Bingo,” he spun you around by your hips and rested his hands there.

“I thought you’d never show,” you smiled up at him, taking in his smooth skin and his kissable looking lips, as well as his black hair that you just wanted to tug on while he ate you like a strawberry cupcake - but you couldn’t say all of that.... at least not right now.

“I couldn’t leave here without getting a second look at you and getting your number,” he pulled out his phone, handing it to you.

You gladly obliged, typing in your number and giving the phone back to him.

He did not hesitate to call you right away and the phone in your pocket buzzed as you checked it, a number that you had never seen before illuminating the screen.

“Had to make sure you weren’t tricking me,” he winked at you and grinned. Boy, he looked so handsome, his eyes forming crescent moons as he wore the wide grin on his face.

You guys began having a long and deep conversation about your lives, your goals and your families, while E and her boy-toy were making out on the dance floor. The fact that this man actually had goals and dreams was arousing in itself. A hot guy with a brain?! What! You were literally dripping at this point, but he didn’t have to know that while he was explaining his business plans your panties got wetter with every syllable that slipped past his delicious looking lips. You were so wrapped up in the conversation and before you knew it, the clock struck 4am and the time to leave had come. You sighed disappointedly when you saw the time on your phone screen, having no choice but to cut the good conversation you were having with this attractive male short.

“It’s getting really late or well early,” you brought up hesitantly “and, sadly, it’s time for me to collect my friend and go,” you stated, nervously tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Leaving me so soon, beautiful?”

Your eyes immediately shot up to meet his manly gaze that was fixed on you and his appearance made you want to melt.

You managed to choke out a nearly inaudible “Y-yes,” his dark eyes staring you down, making your heart race.

“At least allow me the pleasure of escorting you out, so I can spend a few more moments with you.”

His sudden gentlemanly reply caught you off guard and appealed to the little Disney princess fan you had tucked away deep inside of you - your hopeless romantic side.

His hand found the small of your back as he walked with you through the club in search of E, whom the two of you found making out in a corner.

His touch on your back made you feel warm and protected, but also added fuel to the fire that was burning between your legs.

You two quickly collected E and a few minutes later the three of you were standing at the exit with your jackets in hand.

“Be safe out there, princess,” he ran his hand through your hair and then guided his fingers along your jawline, before brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. It seemed as though he was about to kiss you and - YES - that’s exactly what your heart and body desired.

A knowing smirk appeared on his face, as if he knew precisely what was crossing your one track mind at the moment, before he turned to casually strut away, purposely leaving you unsatisfied and riled up, but also interested and wanting more.

Your eyes followed his muscular and virile frame, until it could no longer be seen.

“I don’t even want to leave,” E sighed when you were dragging her out of the club.

“Oh well, it’s like 4:15 am,” you retorted.

Your phone buzzed and you reached into your back pocket, pulling it out to check it.

Let me know when you make it home safely

-Jimin

Your face immediately lit up and you were eager to get back to your place, so you could text him back.

...

Home safe

-(Y/N)

You texted him back, as soon as you got through the door, guiding E to her room and putting her to bed.

Lol. I know it’s you, silly and good, now I can go to sleep.

His reply made your phone buzz and you swiftly read it, your fingers typing up a reply within seconds.

Oh, did you wait up for me?

You smirked at his reply.

Of course I did, princess.

Oh, there he goes again with the name calling, you rolled your eyes feigning annoyance, but actually you were quite amused by it. You dropped down onto the bed in your own room and let out an exhausted sigh. You didn’t even notice that you were that tired, the sleepiness had just kind of snuck up on you. The night has been great, but also suuuper long. You were so worn out that you didn’t even realize that your eyes had fallen shut and you were dozing off, completely forgetting to reply.

Your phone buzzed loudly at 11am, waking you from your rather light slumber. You groaned, rolling over with your hand searching for your phone. After retrieving it, you glanced at the screen, wincing when you realized the brightness was turned up way too high for your sensitive eyes.

Good morning, princess. What are you doing later today?

Your eyes skimmed the text that you had gotten from Jimin about a minute ago and you smiled. He texted me again, you thought happily.

I was planning on hanging out with Elaine.

You replied, not wanting to seem too available. Your phone buzzed yet again. He was quite the speedy texter.

Perfect. I wanted to know if you and her would like to come over to my place and have fun at this little party my boys and I are throwing tonight?

Mmmmmmmm

You sent back, as if you were thinking about it, but let’s be honest here, the answer was yes from the get-go.

It would really make my night to see you again.

The phone vibrated yet again.

Plus, we’re ordering pizza for tonight too. Now if that doesn’t convince you, then I don’t know what will.

You laughed, he was definitely a funny guy.

Alright, alright.

You replied, acting convinced and “defeated”.

Great! Then I’ll see E and you, princess, tonight @ 675 palm tree avenue #2. It’s the big yellow house, you can’t miss it. I’ll expect you at 8.

Your fingers quickly typed up a reply, asking about the attire you should come in for the party.

Wait, what’s the dress-code?

Buzz.

Just wear something you’d want me to see you in.

...

8:40pm rolled around and you and E were just getting into the Uber. Turns out that Jimin’s place was about 30 minutes away, but that didn’t really matter - the stars of the party are always late.

The Uber pulled up to house #2 around 9:15pm and boy, were the two of you surprised. This was no house, it was a freaking villa and this was also not just a small little get-together, but a huge ass house party. You stepped out of the Uber in a tight and very short black dress, a pair of red, tall Louboutins and a brown, small, Michael Kors purse. Your hair was tied up into a tight, but high ponytail and your facial features were complimented by the makeup you had put on about an hour ago. Your neck and ears were also blinged out by a pair of golden hoops and a necklace that made your dark eyes pop. E of course looked stunning as well with her long dark brown hair cascading down her back, her tight snakeskin looking dress and her LV heels that went well with her LV purse and bracelet. The two of you made your way up the stairs and into the house, the front door being open, due to the huge amount of people that were in the front yard, smoking, drinking, but also dancing to the loud music that could be heard coming from the inside. The villa was insanely spacious, so although there were 100+ people there, it never felt too crowded or uncomfortable, because everyone was sort of distributed and spaced out all throughout the home.You passed by people that were playing beer-pong, never-have-I-ever and twister on your search for Jimin, but also the bar. You found the bar which was located towards the back of a huge room with huge glass windows to the left of it, but no Jimin.

Maybe he was upstairs or something, you thought to yourself. There was even a bartender at this party, holding down the fort and supplying you and E with a pair of Caipirinhas and a few vodka shots. After downing the shots and taking a few sips of your drink you turned to the left and realized that there was an outside party area with a pool and a dj. Maybe Jimin is out there, you thought, taking E outside with you. And surely, there he was in all his glory, but shirtless this time and only in a pair of swimming trunks. You watched him splash in the water with who seemed to be his friends, chucking a football around. His body looked amazing, so toned and fit and his blue trunks that were wrapped around his lower body complimented his creamy white skin and his dark hair. You were so caught in a trance that you didn’t realize the football had been tossed over Jimin’s head and was heading straight for you.

“Look out,” one of the guys shouted, snapping you out of your daze, but it was too late, you tried to dodge the ball, but you ended up losing your balance, falling and getting hit by the ball anyway.

God, please just come get me, I’m dying of embarrassment, you pleaded, laying on the ground with your arm covering your face. You wanted to cry that’s how embarrassed you were. You completely tuned out the sounds around you and we’re so focused on your embarrassment that you didn’t even register that hardly anyone had noticed other than E, the boys that were playing the game, Jimin and a few spectators. Everyone else was far too stoned, or buzzed off of the liquor.

“Are you okay? (Y/N),” E asked nervously, genuinely concerned about your well being, her hand touching yours and her voice soft.

Before you answered her question, you heard a quick succession of footsteps coming closer.

“Oh my gosh! Is she okay,” you heard a manly voice ring in your ears and you uncovered your eyes to see a handsome blond male standing over you and next to E.

“I-I am,” you tried to sit up.

“I’m so sorry! That was my fault I-,“before he could finish his apology Jimin came running from behind him, smacking the back of his head playfully and muttering an “Idiot” to him.

He immediately kneeled down beside you, concern and worry taking over his playful expression. His eyes moving from your face to your knee, his brows furrowing. The way his dark wet hair was dangling in his face with his skin glistening in the light had you mesmerized.

“Your knee,” you felt his fingers brush over the skin of your knee, drawing your attention from his body down to yours.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you took a look at your scraped knee.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” you heard Jimin say and before you could even manage to push yourself off of the ground, Jimin’s strong arms swooped you up and he held you in his arms the way a prince holds a princess.

Jimin turned to face Elaine, his drenched body, but also his words making you drip, “Mind if I borrow her for a while?”

“Not at all,” E replied, peeking at you and giving you a quick thumbs up.

Jimin swiftly made his way inside the huge villa and then upstairs with a cocky smile on his face. Your small hands were gripping onto his muscular arms, you being scared of falling and nearly dying of embarrassment yet again.

He carried you into what seemed to be his bedroom and carefully placed you on the huge king-size bed that was covered in creamy white covers and sheets which were decorated with golden tassels. Your mouth was agape as you eyed the room that looked like it belonged to some kind of royal bloodline, with the whole space being decorated with the colors white and gold, plus a tiny bit of red.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back”, Jimin headed through a wooden door to the left that probably led to a fancy bathroom. His absence gave you a moment to breathe and you laid down on the soft covers, the alcohol slowly getting to you as you felt a bit more tipsy.

Who would’ve thought that you’d end up on this “stranger’s” amazing bed like this.

Before you could collect your thoughts, Jimin returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cue tip in his hands. He smiled before kneeling down before you and extending his hand to gently hold your leg and disinfect the small would with the cue tip that he had dipped into the disinfectant. You winced at the small, but sharp pain.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his focus still on your wound.

“Yeah, a little,” you replied, looking down at him.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he motioned at your dress that reeked of the alcohol you had spilled on yourself during the fall.

“Umm, yes please,” you gladly took him up on that offer as you were dying to get out of the sticky and nasty dress.

“Alright, the bathroom is right over there,” he pointed in the direction of the restroom and you immediately sat up, maybe a little too quickly and nearly fell a second time, but thank the Lord for Jimin’s strong arms that came to your aid.

“Woah there,” he chuckled and you blushed, swiftly disappearing into the bathroom with a nearly inaudible “thanks.”

(Y/N), you’re so dumb,” you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your dress that you had worn for Jimin was completely ruined. Frustrated, you began to strip off your dress and let it fall to the ground, exposing your matching black and pink lacy bra and thong. Well, at least your underwear still looked good. You undid your now messy ponytail and let your hair loose.

“Wow,” you heard from behind you, causing you to freeze up instantly. Your eyes met with Jimin’s in the mirror.

“J-Jimin,” his name nervously escaped your mouth as you spun around, your hands flying up to cover you. Your face was as red as a tomato and your body grew hot under Jimin’s watchful gaze. He was casually leaning against the doorframe with a huge smirk on his face. He was also holding a towel and a change of clothes in his hand that were probably for you.

“So this is what you wanted me to see, huh?”

You remembered that Jimin had told you to wear whatever you wanted him to see you in and deep down he was right, you did want him to see you in this. He slowly began to approach you, like a predator that was cornering its prey. He backed you all the way into the marble counter and trapped you between himself and the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even look at his face. You jumped when his hand tilted your chin up and your eyes met his dark, mysterious and wanting brown orbs. He was eyeing you from top to bottom and it seemed as though he was ready to devour every inch you. Before you could even utter a word, his lips crashed into yours. His candy lips were soft, but the kiss was somehow rough and needy. You moaned when his large hand that had been fisting your hair began to grope your left breast, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced a fiery tango and his wet muscle was of course dominating yours. He broke the kiss to take a look at your breathless body that seemed as though it wanted more. Your nipples had hardened and your panties were literally stuck to your hot, wet center. Your appearance and the feeling of your velvety lips made Jimin grow hard, his member pressing aggressively against the fabric of his swim trunks.

“You’re so sexy, (Y/N),” he bent down and his lips encountered yours yet again. This time he deepened the kiss and wrapped one of his hands around your throat, choking you a bit. He was making you crazy and you started to rub your thighs together, hoping to get some kind of friction to relive the aching wetness between your two limbs. Jimin moved from your lips to your jaw, peppering kisses there until he reached your neck which he assaulted for quite sometime, leaving red marks that served as evidence of his presence behind. He attacked your chest next, after he had ridden you of your bra. He licked the area around your nipple, before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging at his hair.

“You like that?” he asked, but you couldn’t find the words to answer him and he stopped. Disappointed you met his gaze and he chuckled.

“Princess, when Daddy asks you a question you have to answer. Preferably with a “Yes Daddy”,” a huge smirk appeared on his face, when he saw the shiver that ran down your spine as soon as the word “Daddy” slipped past his lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” you obliged, desiring nothing more than for him to continue and continue he did, until he had finally reached the area between your legs - the area you needed him the most at.

“Turn around for me, princess,” he commanded and turn around you did. He bent your upper body down and began to rub your ass.

“What do you want me to do, princess?” he asked, toying with your thong, making you even more wet. You squirmed and he chuckled yet again.

“Use your words, princess or else Daddy can’t help you.”

“Please take off my thong, Daddy,” you said with your head resting on the cold marble counter. He didn’t hesitate to hook his finger in your thong and pull them down the curve of your ass and your legs painfully slow. You saw an accomplished smile in his reflection as soon as he saw how drenched you were. You blushed and hid your face.

“Hide your face from me again and I will spank you,” he stated and you instantaneously uncovered your, still red, face.

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you answered.

“What a good girl,” he smiled triumphantly, his finger rubbing along your slit, making you bite your lip.

“What do you want Daddy to do now?” he questioned and you didn’t understand how him asking these questions and calling himself “Daddy” was having such an effect on you. You were so horny and all your nervousness had long been replaced by lust.

“Daddy, please make me feel good,”you begged, wiggling your ass to gain some kind of friction. He smiled amused and pushed his index finger inside of you while staring at the lewd facial expression you were wearing in the mirror.

“More Daddy,” you requested and he obliged, feeling generous, so he pressed more fingers into you, fingering your roughly while earning squirms and louder moans from you. You loved the way his fingers were making you feel, stretching you out with a bit, but also giving you pleasure at the same time - but they weren’t enough. You were still famished and Jimin could tell. He as well seemed to still be wanting more, his erection in his trunks still standing strong and proud. He fingered you, until your wetness seemed to overflow and run all the way down your thighs to the back of your knees. You were slowly, but surely approaching your climax and Jimin sensed this. He pulled his fingers out before you could reach it though, warming a cry of protest in return.

“Wait, princess. Daddy will satisfy you.”

You heard him rummaging around a drawer before pulling out a golden condom wrapper. He ripped it with his teeth and tugged down his trunks. You caught a glimpse of the monster he had been hiding and your jaw nearly dropped. He had a huge, angry and veiny cock and the tip of it was decorated by a bead of his lust.

“Daddy that’s too big!” you stared at it with wide eyes. He grinned proudly.

“It’s not,” he pumped himself a few times, before rolling on the condom.

“Daddy, it won’t fit,” you began to get nervous again. You had never taken a cock that big before, let alone seen one that size.

“It will,” you felt him run the head of his cock through your folds and you whined. He felt so good and you wanted him so bad.

“Princess, you’re so wet. Let Daddy taste you,” you felt the tip of his dick disappear and his wet muscle darted out from between his lips and tongue kissed your pussy. Your legs began to shake lightly and your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip hard. His tongue felt absolutely amazing.

“You taste delicious and sweet,” he said, emerging from behind you while licking his lips that were covered in your sweet nectar.

“Now, let Daddy feel you,” you heard him say before the tip of his cock once again returned to your folds. He wrapped one of his hands around your hair and pulled back a little, making you push back a little and onto his big dick. You whined and he smiled.

“So you can’t run from me,” he slightly tugged on your hair with his eyes meeting your wide ones. Before you had the chance to add anything to what he had said he pushed into you in one swift motion and you cried out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You wanted to run from it, but there was nowhere to go. It hurt. You let out a few painful squirms as he pulled back and then pushed back into you more softly.

“Shhhhh, Princess. It’ll be fine,” he consoled you, kissing down your spine. He was right, after a short time you began to adjust to his size and the pain you had been receiving turned into pleasure. Within a few minutes you were begging and moaning for more which Jimin gladly gave you. He began bucking his hips into you more roughly, bruising your hips that were pushed against the counter. You felt everything, every vein and motion from his member, every kiss he pressed onto your back and every stretch he made you go through as he pulled out and pressed back into your tight pussy. Jimin was letting you experience a mixture or pain and pleasure you had never experienced before and you were loving it. The rapture you were receiving started to overwhelm you and before you knew it you were very close to receiving your first orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” you shouted, some of your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.

“Yes, Princess, cum for Daddy,” he commanded and you came on the spot, your walls tightening around him and nearly making him reach his high as well, but Jimin persevered and continued to aggressively fuck into you, causing you to experience a second and a third orgasm. When your fourth one was strongly approaching you could feel that Jimin must have been close as well. His thrusts were beginning to become erratic and he began to let out louder grunts and moans. You pushed back into him even more, wanting him to come with you.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re going to make Daddy cum,” he said with his brows furrowed. Your high hit you hard, with euphoria immediately taking over you and causing your muscle to tighten around him. He could no longer withstand the pleasure and shot his hot seed into the restraints of the condom with a loud, deep grunt. For a short moment both of you were just breathing heavily, trying to regain your breath. Jimin soon pulled out of you, ridding himself of the condom and tossing it in the trash.

“Well, now we are both wet and sweaty,” he laughed out loud, looking at his and your glistening skin in the mirror, his dominant side that had just been present a few moments ago disappearing.

“Looks like there is only one thing left to do,” you said with a huge smirk as you stepped into the shower. As Jimin was staring at you, you winked at him and said playfully, “You could join me and we could like save some water and help the environment. Plus, I kinda have this dripping hole and I wanted to know if you had something to plug it with.”

Jimin chuckled, before following you into the shower.

“I swear I’m going to make you mine,” were the last words that could be heard before the loud sound of hot, rushing water filled the air.

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Kaleidoscope Eyes | Audition Para

Tagging: Bridgette Kingsley Time & Location: July 20th, 2015 @ an unknown club Word Count: 1,753 Summary: Bridgette gets ready for a night out clubbing with her so called “friends.” Side Notes: TW: Drugs, drug use, alcohol.

Bridgette tapped her foot on the ground as she stared into the mirror. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she gazed into her own chocolate brown eyes. There she was yet again, in the bathroom of some grimy club peering into her distorted reflection. Another night wasted. Wasted in a sense that she wouldn’t be sober until sunrise and wasted in a sense that she’d never get this time back. It didn’t matter though. Anything for the high, right? Anything for the exhilarating feeling of magic flowing through her veins, right? Anything to get the giant weight of anger, disappointment, and the crushing feeling of being unremarkable and dull off her chest, right?

You weren’t always like this, she reminded herself. This wasn’t her fault. It was their fault. They were the reason why she did this to herself night after night after night after—

Bridgette screamed when she found out what the Council would do to her and how she’d be punished for the foreseeable future. It wasn’t a pretty scream. It wasn’t like how girls screamed in horror films or rom coms. It was guttural, feral, and furious. It made you wonder if she was a werewolf instead of a witch.

“What the fuck?” At first she felt confused. She didn’t do anything wrong. Not exactly. “What the fuck?!” Bridgette spat the words. “How dare they! How fucking dare they! They’re going to fucking condemn me to a life of being a useless, pathetic, mundane human being!” She didn’t think all humans were useless or pathetic, but in that moment, she’d rather die than become disconnected from magic, something that made her her.

“Who the fuck do they think they are, trying to control me?” She wasn’t sure who she was shouting out. She wasn’t sure why she was throwing glasses. It was like her body was operating on autopilot. Bridgette was already in so much trouble that it didn’t matter if she threw a few glasses and overturned a table. It didn’t matter if she threw a chair against the wall. She slammed her fists against the door over and over again as she screamed in outrage. She threw a tantrum as if she were a child, except that she never threw temper tantrums as a kid. She always got what she wanted and this was the one time she couldn’t charm her way out of it.

When they bound her powers, Bridgette never told anyone, but she felt like a cord was being cut. She felt a hollowness and an emptiness that was far worse than any heartbreak she’d ever experienced. Despite the weird weightlessness she was experiencing, there was a great and terrible pressure in her chest. A part of her was forcefully removed. They resigned her to living trapped inside Edgewood, forced to study at UW Edgewood. She was no longer allowed to live the life she wanted, the life she planned. She would never admit to anyone that she cried that night.

She barely even recognized herself when she looked in the mirror. She wasn’t the same girl for what seemed like ages, but then Pixie Dust was Bridgette’s saving grace or so it seemed. She didn’t even hesitate to take it once Dahlia told her about it. She was so desperate, it didn’t matter the cost. It was the very reason why she was in another bathroom in the back of another seedy club on another night before she’d have to go to work again the next day. Ever since she lost her powers, she was chasing a feeling. She could be in her own little world, remembering what it was like when she was young and things were easier. She owed it all to that little pink drug.

The Council’s punishment was meant to teach her a lesson and force her to think about her actions. She was supposed to change her ways and become a much more respectable witch. Instead, Bridgette would only bide her time, dreaming up scheme after scheme to get back at them. For now, it’d only be a dream.

Bridgette would think of different schemes, trying to find the best punishment to fit the crime. Sometimes, she’d imagine them on fire as terrible as it sounded or tying a rock to their leg and throwing them into the lake. Other days she imagined them as a bunch of bumbling fools who had no memory of who they were, quite possibly a fate worse than death. She wasn’t an inherently dark or murderous person, but she could never find the right words to say to let the Council know how much she despised them.

Bridgette lifted her head and looked back into the mirror again after taking in the pink, sugary substance. If someone didn’t know better, it looked like candy. She ran her hands down her face, wiped any trace of drug away, and pushed her hair back. She gripped the sides of the counter top and inhaled deeply. She pulled back the corners of her mouth, putting on a big and bright smile. She flashed those perfectly straight white teeth. She frowned and then smiled again. She laughed. She put on a surprised face, opening her mouth up wide. She smiled again.

She turned her head towards the door when there was a knock. “Give me a minute! I’m almost done!” she said, grabbing her lipstick. She ran it over her lips and then fixed her hair so not one strand was out of place. She smiled again in the mirror, as if that would make her happier or make the drugs work faster. Bridgette slung her bag over her shoulder and opened the door, grinning ear to ear as she greeted her friends. Bridgette walked down the hall with her friends, throwing an arm over one of their shoulders and heading for the main room of the club. The lights flashed and the music was blaring. Her heart began pounding in her chest as the drugs started to take their effect on her. Pretty soon, she’d feel a high that she’d never feel with any ordinary drug. This one was pure magic.

“Oh my god, you better not have started without me!” one girl whined. “If you get wasted before us, it’s sooooo not going to be fun.”

“I swear to Goooodddd, if I see Jasper hanging out with Sophia again, I’m just going to fucking scream!” another girl said, staring at her phone. She swiped left and right as she scrolled through the people on Tinder. “She’s just such a fucking bitch. Like, no one’s fucking decked her. Everyone fucking knows she’s a ho.”

“Bridgey, were you able to get those tickets to that concert next week?” another girl asked as she took selfies of the group.

“Yeah, bitch, you know I did!” Bridgette replied. “It’s next Saturday and we got tickets for the pit, so you know what that means!” She smirked and waggled her eyebrows as she shimmied her shoulders. Put on a happy face.

“Ooooh! We should go get some Chinese after this!” another girl said, not realizing the time. Nearly every restaurant would be closed by now.

“Wait, Bridgey, I thought you were going to be the designated driver tonight,” another girl said, pouting her oversized lips.

Bridgette mentally rolled her eyes as the girl called her Bridgey. She didn’t always like these girls, but they knew how to have a good time and it was an excuse to go out and get high instead of being depressed and high in her apartment. Plus, most of them knew some great places to party. They had their perks and for now while she was trapped in this town, she might as well live her best life and stick with the crew she got. It was better to hang out with these clueless hens who barely knew a thing about her than to be with anyone else who truly knew her.

“I know, but I kind of thought I’d be going home with someone else tonight, if you know what I mean,” Bridgette replied. “And besides, I was the designated driver last weekend.” It wasn’t technically a lie. She was supposed to be the designated driver last week, but instead she threw back three shots as soon as they got to the bar before anything else could happen. “Maybe you could do it since you can’t hold your tequila?” She gave her friend a sickeningly sweet smile that was borderline snide. The other girl let out a huff and was about to protest.

“Who wants to do shots of tequila?!” Bridgette half yelled so the rest of the girls could hear her. Her squad all looked at each other and screamed in excitement as they all ran for the bar. She did a round of shots and then leaned her head back as the blood began to pound in her ears. Everything sounded tinny and hollow. As she looked around, the whole world melted like a burning candlestick. It was like the mirror in the bathroom where everything was distorted.

Only this time instead of all the dirt and filth of the glass, Bridgette began to see every color in existence, or so she thought. It was like everything was in a kaleidoscope. Different colors and crystals and auras. And, after all the shots she did, time didn’t seem like a real concept anymore. Bridgette was light as a cloud and felt free as a bird. Everything she saw and heard was a burst of highly saturated colors. Everything was bright and airy. It didn’t matter what she saw, only that feeling that it gave her. Nothing could ever replace real magic, but this came pretty damn close.

She wasn’t sure how long she was out or when and how she got home or if it was even her home. Somehow, Bridgette landed herself of a couch. Whether it was her own or someone else’s, that didn’t matter. A some point in the night, she did another line of Pixie Dust, just to get herself through the night and into the next morning. Sometimes, she’d take some of it during the day to get through her shifts before going right back into it at night. She just needed that high, that spark in her veins, to get through the day. Anything for the familiar sensation of magic in her blood, a reminder of better days and simpler times.

That was all that mattered.

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