Once again, I was reading through Joey's
comments, holding back some tears. Joey and
I have decided, that we would tell the internet
about our relationship. I knew it would be a
little bit hard because of the toxic fans, but I
never thought they would send me death threats, and it didn't stop there. Body shaming and judgements from all sides. About my
personality, about my voice, about my body.
My phone was slipping out if my hand, as i
curled myself up. Joey was live in front
of me, thinking I would have fallen asleep.
"Alright guys, I'm gonna go ahead and get off here." he tiredly smiled into the phone and ended the live.
He was turning around to walk over to me, as he
spotted me, quietly sobbing. He rushed over to
me, seeing the phone unlocked.
"baby..." Joey started, wrapping his arms
around me, "I told you not to look at them.."
"But what if they were right? I don't deserve
you, I don't deserve this. You're just too pretty
for a girl like me." I replied, holding onto
Joey's arms.
After shaking his head, he spoke, "You are the prettiest girl to to me, love. Don't compare yourself to anyone else, you're perfect just the way you are. I love everything about you, Y/N. Don't listen to them, they're probably all kids. You are so beautiful, and you know how much I love you. I would die for you. C'mere, let me show you something."
Joey got up from the bed, taking my hand and
dragging me up as well. He let go and sat in front of the big mirror, which reached to the floor. He spread his legs apart, patting his thigh. I followed his wordless commands and sat down in between his legs.
My back faced his chest, and we locked eyes in
the mirror. Joey's back was pressed up against
his bed, giving us support. He looked me up and
down in the mirror, making me flustered.
"You are very pretty." Joey smiled, resting his
chin on my shoulder. His hands were sliding down my waist, lightly tugging on my shirt. "Can
I take that off, love?" he whispered, playing with the fabric.
I quietly nodded, causing Joey to raise an eye
brow. "Yes... please?" I begged, looking deep
into his eyes. his hands on my body made me
shiver, pulling up the t-shirt and sliding it over
my head. My black bra was now exposed, as I
looked away in embarrassment.
I gasped, feeling Joey's soft lips on my shoulder, kissing it up to my jaw. "You're my pretty girl." he stated, unclipping my bra. My chest fell and raised, feeling Joey's glare on my body.
"Wait... this is so pretty.." Joey admired,
reaching to his phone. "Can you take a picture
for me? My hands will be your bra, is that
okay?"
"But Joey... I need you now..." I whined, burying my hand in his hair. "Wait. just that one minute." he shot back. I sarcastically groaned, taking his phone.
Joey's hands cupped my boobs, keeping them
warm. "Don't cover your face, baby. I wanna see
that pretty face." Joey commaned, causing me
to move the phone out of my face. he smiled
kissing my shoulder once more. I took a few
pictures, locking the phone and putting it back
on the bed.
"Thank you so much." Joey cheered, starting to
massage my breasts. "Mmmm" I breathed out,
throwing my head back onto his collarbone.
while one of his hands was fidgeting with my hard nipple, his other one flew down to my (his)
shorts, his fingertips brushing over my thighs.
I lifted my hips, allowing him to take them off.
Joey's impatience couldn't wait for pulling
away my panties too. Without hesitating, two of
his fingers went to my clit, slowly rubbing me.
"Fuck!" I whined at the sudden satisfaction. A
smirk was seen on Joey's lips, sending chills
down my spine.
"You're so pretty, look at you. could hear those pretty moans all day. I love everything about you. every little wrinkle on your belly, every quirk about you. you're mine, my one and only." Joey whispered into my ear, causing me to smile at his words.
