#Now's the chance to get that CEO love you been craving.

[kookxmira]

Workaholic 2 | Jeon Jungkook

"are you giving up already baby? it hasn't even been five minutes."

smut

ceo!jungkook x wife!reader

summary : you don’t know how to ride a dildo, so who’s going to teach you?

WARNING : masturbation, dildo use, teasing, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, encouragement, degradation, riding, squirting, overstimulation

word count : 2.8k

part 1

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the unexpected gift from one of your girl friends scream out to you, seeking your attention as you've been intentionally avoiding it.

it's tempting, to say the least as it's all you've been thinking about today.

you had never owned a dildo you before, never even put much consideration into buying one because by the time you did want one, jungkook was already fucking you within six months of your guy's relationship.

it's crazy how time flies by so fast and now you're both married.

the clock has only strike five in the afternoon and jungkook doesn't return home until god knows when, but most likely after midnight.

you're consumed by frustration, completely bored out of your mind as you crave for something fun and exciting, but the only thing that pops in your mind is fucking yourself with the realistic looking dick.

you tried your best to stop yourself cause you know jungkook wouldn't be pleased with it, but you give in, letting your desires get the best of you as you glide out of your bed.

you can't afford to make a mess on the bed again so you grab the lube from the nightstand before you enter the spacious bathroom, setting the toy down by the bathtub.

you sit in a moment of silence as you observe it. you'd never say it's the same size as jungkook's. it's nothing compared to his, but your pussy still aches in excitement to be filled.

you pull your silky nightgown up your thighs and rub the lube around the toy before slowly inserting it inside you.

"f-fuck," you whine, biting your bottom lip.

you finally sink all the way down and the silicon plunges deep inside your needy hole, being sucked so tight that you almost feel sorry.

you never thought a fake dick could make you feel this full.

you begin to bounce up and down, moaning from how good it feels to be filled up again as you imagine the girth of your husband's cock.

you think of the way he treats you during sex, the way he tells you what to do and how to do it. you imagine him laying down, hands on your ass as he praises you for being such a good girl.

he'd spank your ass every time you did something wrong or he'd fuck you harder just to hear your desperate little cries.

he'd do everything he can to make you feel good and act like a slut begging for more.

after a couple minutes, you scrunch your face while focusing on your building orgasm, but it comes and goes. one second you feel your orgasm approaching and one second it stops.

you don't usually ride jungkook and if you had, it was only for a brief second before he'd flip you on your back and fuck you himself. he's always been one to take control, he loves it, and you never minded it.

but one consequence of jungkook fucking you all the time is that you don't even know how to fuck yourself.

"s-shit," you moan, adjusting yourself from angle to angle to find your g-spot. frustration begins to build up and you whine.

"i want to c-cum.. please," you beg pathetically while speeding up the pace. you can almost feel your g-spot as your face contorts in pleasure with small frustrated tears slipping down your cheeks.

you're too focused on your orgasm to have seen the shadow in the bedroom, to see your husband who's arrived home a couple minutes ago expecting to be greeted by his wife, but is greeted by something naughty instead.

he raises a brow, listening to your shameless moans.

but what's also shameless is leaving the door wide open, giving anyone who enters the room a chance to see you desperately chasing an orgasm.

if jungkook was shocked, he didn't show it, but instead, he smirks in amusement.

he crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame as he debates whether to interrupt or not. but he's gotta let his wife know that her sweet husband's home.

"keep going baby, you're almost there," jungkook speaks and immediately you're body stills, heart skipping a beat at the sound of your husband's voice.

your eyes catch his.

"j-jungkook," you stutter, instantly feeling embarrassed at being caught. you quickly remove yourself from the toy, standing up on your wobbly feet.

but blood rushes to your cheeks at how wet you've made the toy, feeling sticky liquid drip down the inside of your thigh.

"i-i..." you think of what to say, trying to hide your wetness by pulling your nightgown down.

"why'd you stop?.... i was enjoying the view," jungkook inquires, poking the inside of his mouth to hide the smug grin that threatens to escape.

you nervously bite your lip, hands fidgeting with each other as your gaze remains low to avoid his strong gaze.

"oh baby," he coos, walking toward you. "you were enjoying yourself, weren't you?" he smirks.

your cheeks get warmer and your heart beats like crazy.

"y-yes," you reply.

jungkook grips your chin, forcing you to look at him as he slightly bites his lips. he can feel his cock starting to harden. how could it not?

"where'd you get the toy huh?" jungkook asks.

he always keeps track of his bank account. he knows what you purchase and how much it cost, but never once did he see any purchase from a sex shop.

"areum gifted it to me," you answer truthfully.

jungkook raises a brow as he tilts his head.

"baby. why would she buy you a fake dick when there's a real one right here?" he says, bringing your warm hand to the growing cock in his pants.

"it was just a gift," you say, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

jungkook looks down.

"you're dripping wet.. are you sure someone didn't just fuck their cum in you?" he jokes.

"shut up," you let out, a small shy smile plastering your face.

"yeah?" he smirks.

you shriek in surprise when jungkook lifts you up on the bathroom counter, immediately diving into your dripping pussy without a warning.

"ah!- fuck!" you cry, feeling him force your legs open even wider. he lifts your legs to rest on top his shoulder as dives into your clit, two fingers inserting themselves inside your pussy.

"hmm you're so good-"

your breath gets knocked out of you as his fingers play with the inside of you, poking every sensitive spot that you have.

your orgasm builds up fast, it always does when jungkook's the one doing it.

"ahh fuck," you scream, hands gripping the counter.

he pulls away from your clit, continuing his strokes with his fingers as he looks at you, mouth wet from your slick.

"you couldn't find it, could you?" jungkook asks, although he already knows the answer.

you breath rapidly, trying to comprehend his words while the pleasure builds up in your body.

"w-what?" you let out.

"the spot that makes you go absolutely fucking crazy.." he says, giving a crooked smile.

"hmm," you hum, nodding your head.

you scream loudly when he suddenly touches it.

"jungkook!" you cry, reaching his hair to burry his face deeper, but instead you yelp when he suddenly picks you up.

your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you toward the neatly made bed.

"jungkook, the sheets," you try to warn, but he shuts you up, kissing your cherry flavored lips.

he removes his clothes then flips you over, having you straddle his toned thighs.

"what are you doing?" you question, not used to being in this position.

he leans half of his body against the bed frame, getting comfortable before he nods his head at his hard big cock.

"w-what?" you blink.

"ride it baby."

he waits patiently, staring deep into your shy eyes as you hesitate.

you hover above his aching member, your hands on his shoulder to support your weight as you adjust yourself before gradually sinking down.

"ah shit.." you exhale, biting your bottom lip at how much fuller his cock is compared to the stupid toy.

you look deep into his handsome eyes, breathing in his minty breath against your face. you caress his cheek, holding in a loud moan from how deep he is.

your other hand goes down caress his hard abs, loving the feeling of how tone they feel against your small hand.

"go on baby, bounce on it," he demands. "bounce on it like you were fucking that stupid toy," he says, slapping your ass harshly.

you bounce once and moan loudly, causing jungkook to laugh mockingly.

"awe baby, does my cock feel that good?" he sniggers.

you move up and down again, trying to keep a constant pace as you hold onto his shoulders tightly.

"yess," you puff.

jungkook thinks your nightgown looks like a dream on you, but not as dreamy as your tits that he desperately needs to see.

he lifts the silky nightgown above your chest, watching your beautiful tits jiggle every time you smash down on his cock.

sweat builds up on your forehead and neck, your hair sticking to the skin as you gasp for air.

jungkook sees you concentrating hard, trying to remain a constant pace while also finding your wondrous g-spot, but it takes you a while.

he finds it amusing that you hardly know how to fuck yourself.

"please.. i need to cum," you cry out, voice sounding absolutely whiny and slutty.

"is my wife needy to cum?" he grunts, one hand on your hips while the other squeezes your tits.

"y-yes jungkook! i haven't cum.. in soo l-long.. i just need your cock to fuck me soo good" you confess, a little tear streaming down your pink cheek.

"you haven't cum in so long?" he laughs wickedly, "is that why you're acting like a bitch in heat yeah?" he smacks your tits and you whine from how much pleasure that brings you.

"i guess you're just my slutty wife who's always begging to get fucked," he comments and you tighten around him.

"yes i'm such a slutty wife," you moan out, shutting your eyes for brief second.

"fuck y/n, you're the most beautiful person ever," he tells you, groaning in pleasure. he feels his cock hardening even more than it was before and he grits his teeth.

"i- love you," you cry with the most genuine tone while also looking so slutty.

"yeah?" he teases, knowing you hate it when he doesn't say those three words back.

"i love you too," he grunts, feeling himself about to explode his seeds into you, but he holds it.

he's learned how to control his orgasms when it comes to you, especially since you make him cum within minutes of sex.

jungkook hears your breath become significantly irregular, your thighs quivering from your muscles becoming weak.

"j-jung-" you can barely mutter, body becoming tired. "help me p-please," you beg.

he wanted to see how long it'd take you to ask for help, apparently it took a while as you were determined to make yourself cum on his cock.

"want me to take over?" he inquires while pulling your nightgown over your head to reveal all of your bare body.

"yes please," you plead.

"come on baby you can do it, learn how to make yourself fall apart on me," he encourages, placing one arm over your back to support your tired body while the other grabs a hold of your sweaty neck.

he loves this view.

"i- can't," you whine, completely exhausted.

"you can. i know my good girl can do anything for me," he says with a lopsided smile. he nods his head to motivate you to go on.

you look like you're mad, eyebrows scrunched and teeth gritted, but to jungkook it's cute. he knows you're just trying to push yourself to do as he says while his sweet voice helps soothe your doubts and distress.

"you know that spot i touch? the spot that makes you squirt like crazy" he asks in a whisper, and your pussy drips even more at the memories.

"y-es," you mutter.

"try and find it," he commands.

"i did- i tried to find it, but i cou-"

"try and find it," jungkook repeats in a stern tone, pulling you closer.

you gulp down the lump in your throat before forcing yourself to slowly bounce on his still hard cock.

you angle yourself and slam down, not feeling that familiar toe curling pleasure. you try again... over and over as you try to keep a pace going.

you whine at how good he feels though as he reaches places inside you that you didn't even know were there.

"you're not trying hard enough," he chuckles, biting his lip.

you furrow your brows.

"i am trying so- hard right now," you groan, sweat beginning to drip down your neck again.

he chuckles in amusement.

you lean down to his ear to find another angle.

"can i get a hint?" you murmur softly, eyes looking so innocent and desperate. there's a pout on your lip as you wait for him to answer.

"are you giving up already baby? it hasn't even been five minutes," he tells you and you close your eyes in exasperation.

you just want to cum. your pussy is screaming at you, begging, crying, tightening in pure desperation.

you don't know if you can please him this time.

"my wife is such a slut," jungkook groans, pushing the sweaty hairs that cover your pretty face.

he could cum from your face alone.

your chest heaves up and down rapidly from how out of breath you are, but you remain in action.

and after a few seconds, jungkook gives in, not wanting you to overwork yourself anymore.

"stop," he commands and you instantly halt your actions, gulping down a breath.

he caresses your hot cheeks and pecks your lip.

"sink your pussy all the way down."

you immediately do as he says and sink all the down.

he grabs your hands, placing one of them on his pec and the other on your stomach. he pushes your hand against your stomach and you feel a bulge.

"feel that?" jungkook inquired with a smirk.

"f-fuck yes," you moan, extremely turned on at how big his dick is to the point where you can feel it through your stomach.

"move forward slightly, toward me," he instructs and that's when you feel it.

"oh!" you yelp, feeling air get knocked out of your lungs as you body falls forward on jungkook, already feeling yourself shake from a coming orgasm.

"ahhh! f-fuck!" you scream from the familiar overwhelming pleasurable feeling that you love so goddamn much.

you roughly bounce on his creamy cock, going cross eyed for a split second at the continuous pounding against your g-spot.

jungkook groans at that.

"yeah baby, just like that," he lowly mutters.

your nails dig into his skin and your thighs shake uncontrollably. you're unable to control your body anymore as you feel like you're floating on air.

all the sudden your tired body becomes so energetic, knowing well that you're about to get you've wanted this whole day.

"it feels so good!" you sob.

"you feel that yeah?" jungkook chuckles. "feel that wet spongy spot that is making you act like a fucking whore?" he spits, eyes dark.

you nod your head.

"keep that in mind.. so that the next time you fuck yourself on dumb fucking toy without my permission, you'll know that pathetic toy won't even reach it. only i can," he spits and his words are enough to bring you to heaven as you moan like the sluttiest whore in the world.

your pussy clenches, forcing jungkook's cock out of your hole as you squirt all over the bed and his thighs.

jungkook rubs your clit rapidly and you scream even more as you fall into his arms, but he holds you up.

"fuck jungkook!" you sob, gushing another set of liquid down on the bed.

your body convulses so hard that you're unable to remove jungkook's hands away from overstimulating you.

he rubs your clit a couple more times and your body completely gives out as you see black for a brief moment, which is when he finally stops.

you're gasping for air as you open your eyes and jungkook quickly puts you on your back as he checks to make sure you're okay.

once you regain your breath which takes a couple minutes, jungkook gently caresses your cheeks to wipe the tears from off your face.

"you okay?" he asks, a chuckle escaping his lips.

you feel like you're still in heaven as the euphoric feeling remains.

you smile euphorically as you giggle.

"that was so good," you tell him.

"hmm yeah?" jungkook bites his lip, satisfied at how happy you look right now. that's all he ever wants to see.

"better than that fucking dildo huh?" he spits.

you blush, looking away for a brief second before you return your gaze back to him.

"i didn't know you were coming home early," you say.

he chuckles, kissing your lips.

"i actually have something to tell you," jungkook says and your heart stops for a second as you raise a brow, feeling nervous.

"what is it?" you ask.

"i took the whole month off."

you gasp loudly, eyes wide as you sit up.

"wait really?" you say, excitement filling your eyes. a bright smile appears on your face as a dash of hope paints your heart.

jungkook loves your reaction, feeling his heart flutter at finally getting the chance the spend time with his wife.

you hug him.

you feel emotional. happy, excited, overjoyed. everything sounds like a dream come true.

you pull away from the hug, staring into his loving eyes.

"why all the sudden?" you inquire.

"i haven't been able to spend much time with you and i'm sorry. i know you've been feeling lonely."

you couldn't help it, but your heart warms as tears prickle at the corner of your eyes.

jungkook notices.

"everyday i'm at work, i miss you," he says.

"i miss you like crazy all the time," you cry, tears streaming down.

he pulls you into a tight hug again... and you feel the weight fall off your shoulders.

[bbtsficrecs]

BTS FIC RECS PART 4 Part 4 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story ♡ There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!

Please let me know if some of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

⊹ Navi ‣ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.1 | Part 5 |

​⊹ Hell Is Empty - drabble Love triangle AU | a | @aquagustd​ ‣ An important phone call between Yoongi & OC.

⊹ You’re The Best I’ve Ever Had  Boyfriend Jungkook, Chubby reader | a, f, s | @adoredcore​​ ‣ Jungkook’s touches were so soft. So soft you almost barely even felt them. Keyword: almost. His smooth fingertips ran along your silky skin, while the tip of his pink tongue ran across the nape of your neck.

⊹ Fool Me Once Fuckboy AU | a, s | @jeonqkooks​​​ ‣ You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

⊹ Attitude CEO Jungkook au | s | @lushtans​​​ ‣ Your relationship with your CEO is... Rather complicated. Aside your professional relationship, he fucks you whenever he feels like it and as much as you hate to admit the truth, you love it. 

⊹ Don't Worry, Be Happy Daddy Jungkook AU, | f | @jvngkook97 ‣ "You guys have been trying to conceive for a little over a year now, but have yet to be fully successful."

⊹ Trap Idol Jungkook AU, | f | @jiminpitys ‣ In which you show up at your boyfriend's concert soundcheck as a surprise, and to your own, he’s wearing an outfit that’s bound to make you feel a certain way.

⊹ Addicted College AU, | f , s | @sparklingchim ‣ Your boyfie Jungkook fucking you silly.

⊹ B i g o l e f r e a k Friends with benefits AU | f , s | @joonberriess ‣ You’re both exclusive only to each other. Jungkook fucks the way he acts—crazy, hard. too bad you’re only here for the ride..

⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

⊹ Paint me naked Artist Jungkook AU | f , s, a | @gimmethatagustd ‣ After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

⊹ Why are you so late? Idol Jungkook AU | f , s | @kimnjss

‣ With such a packed scheduled, you’d think Jungkook would be on top of his game. But when a morning rolling around the sheets with you is thrown into the mix, it’s expected for him to want to take his time.

⊹ Our beloved summer - Series (on-going) Producer Jungkook AU | f, s, a | @jeonqkooks ‣ You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

⊹ Heaven can wait Chubby reader AU | f, s ish | @adoredcore ‣ "What’s a chance I’ll take baby I’ll stay heaven can wait."

⊹ Midnight cravings Established relationship AU | f | @hobiholic ‣ You want to go to the convenience store late at night to fulfill your midnight cravings but a sleepy Jungkook stops you.

⊹ Wet dreams Somnophilia AU | s | @kookiecrumb ‣ “I want you to use me…whenever you need me,”

⊹ Look at you -  Risqué drabble Risqué couple AU | s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Mirror shopping with your boyfriend turns into something else entirely.

⊹ In the middle of the night Friends with benefits AU | s, f | @joonsmoonluna ‣ It’s the middle of the night and Jungkook’s in need of you

⊹ Like I'm famous Idol Jungkook AU | s, f | @softyoongiionly ‣ It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn���t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to…

⊹ Strangers to lovers Established relationship AU | s | @kissmetae ‣ You’re a regular at the gym and today you decided to workout late. You thought you were alone, but it turned out there was one other person at the gym and you so happened to be his gym crush…

⊹ My dear friends Friends to lovers AU | s, f, a | @kooktrash ‣ Just friends? Keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

⊹ Red - Part 03 Pregnancy AU | s, f, a | @taestefully-in-luv ‣ You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

⊹ As we were - Series (on-going) Cheating/Infidelity AU | s, a | @archivedkookie ‣ Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

⊹ Imagine Model Jungkook AU | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching TV shows. You, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. 

⊹ Practice - part 02, 03 Fuckboy Jungkook AU | s, a | @chryblossomjjk ‣ You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

⊹ Lost Cause Cheating AU | a | @kooksbunnnn ‣ Jungkook comes back to you after his 10 day trip to Busan, and you sense something different about him. 

⊹ The Boy With Galaxies In His Eyes Idol AU | a, s, f | @oddinary4bts ‣ You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

⊹ Beyond Infinity - As We Were drabble As We Were Couple AU | a, s, f | @archivedkookie ‣ Jungkook does something you always dreamt about, and it ends up with the most beautiful night of your life.

⊹ What If I Love You Too Much Single Mom AU | a, s, f | @taleasnewastime ‣ Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.

⊹ Services For A Queen Sub!JK AU | s | @taegonia ‣ Jungkook serves his queen in more ways than just as the royal head of security.

⊹ Cold Nights & Blurred Lines FWB & College AU | a, s, f | @awrkive ‣ Jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. But as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. Is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? It definitely is. Will you do something about it? Both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

⊹ Strictly Platonic Bestfriends to Lovers & College AU | a, s, f | @jeonqkooks ‣ Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

⊹ In The Middle Of The Night FWB AU | s, f | @joonsmoonluna ‣  it’s the middle of the night and Jungkook’s in need of you ⊹ Perfectionist Dancer AU | s | @miraclesatnightfall ‣ "He watched you, with each sensual step you made his eyes darkened with explicit desire" ⊹ Tangle Free Establish Relationship AU | f | @here4btsfics ‣ Bad days lead to you needing your boyfriend for comfort, specifically by playing with his hair.

⊹ As It Was - Apart of Boy With Love Series (on-going) College AU | a | @ggukiepie ‣ You bump into Jungkook days after you find out he has a girlfriend; things don't go so well

⊹ The Habits Of A Broken Heart Soulmate & Unrequited love AU | a, f | @softykooky ‣ Jungkook and you are soulmates. So says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. However, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.  ⊹ Blackout - part 02, 03 Best friends to Lovers | s, a, f | @jjungxkook ‣ Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.

⊹ Step Brother Step Siblings AU | s | @aris-ink ‣ Sub yn *innocently* dry humps her step brother jk while he plays video games.

⊹ Forbidden Romance Step Siblings AU | s | @aris-ink ‣ "It wasn’t unusual for your stepbrother to check up on you before bed. You’ve grown closer than you initially thought you would; it turned out that beneath the surface, you and Jungkook weren’t that different, after all."

⊹ My Perfect Patient Dentist Office AU | s, f | @pinkcherrybombs ‣ Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favorite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.

⊹ Confessions - part 02 Office AU | a | @pinkcherrybombs ‣ Since we're about to die, I need you to know, I've always loved you, Jungkook.

⊹ Getting Railed Boyfriend Jungkook AU | s | @dearlytea ‣ Getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

⊹ Make You Mine College AU | a, s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. But everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

⊹ Catch 22 College AU | s, f | @alluremin ‣ You and your best friend had agreed: college was for a good time only, no serious relationships were necessary. Who knew that a frat boy would be the one to shake up that notion?

⊹ Tolerate It - part 02 Failing marriage! au | a | @lmaosope ‣ Marriage is difficult, and every married couple fights. but jungkook has been late one too many times and broken one too many promises. it has you wondering why you give everything for a man who simply tolerates you.

⊹ Make You Mine Jock Jk au | a , s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. But everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

⊹ His Throne - 01, 02, 03 Prince JK au | a, s, f | @jiminsa ‣ You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jeon Jungkook on his throne.

[becca-e-barnes]

It's been a really busy week so I'm just going to indulge myself and talk about exactly what I'd love to be doing rn with CEO!Bucky

When I imagine CEO scenarios though, I don't think of the reader as his assistant or an intern. Maybe the CEO and his comms director. Someone he considers an equal because I think that's a hell of a lot more sexy and still has a power imbalance 🥵

He knows you're incredibly capable. He knows you've got more drive than anyone else in the company. He knows you've spent years pushing yourself to get to where you are and you're determined to keep climbing.

But at the same time; it's nice to get a break from that too. Sometimes it's nice to just be tossed around and given orders. You get to switch your brain off and give in to whatever feels good.

And that's how you found your knees hitting the plush grey carpet of the CEO's office on a Friday afternoon.

"Good girl. So fucking pretty." Bucky's hand on your chin directs your face upwards. He's continuing the task you started a few minutes prior; stroking his own cock at a leisurely place and enjoying the sight of you in front of him with your blouse missing the top few buttons.

There's nothing else you'd rather be doing right now. There's no other release that lets you unwind like this. You don't have to think about anything other than the glossy bead of precum gathering on the tip of your boss' dick and the way that even the sight of it makes your mouth water.

His other hand is still holding your chin but you don't want to just watch when you can do so much more than that. You lean over, taking the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the very tip to lap up the precum you've been craving.

Your hand replaces his, jerking his length slowly with a measured pressure while your tongue swirls, keenly licking away any fresh evidence of his arousal.

"Fuck." He groans, melting into your eagerness. He's had a long week too. You know he needs this as much as you do but he's just as respectful as ever, conscious not to press himself into your waiting mouth.

"I bet you're wet already, aren't you? You look like such a sweetheart. No one would ever guess that you get off on sucking my cock. I bet everyone thinks you're so innocent but they don't get to feel the way you drip down your own thighs after you swallow my cum." You imagine that mouth of his has got him in plenty of trouble over the years but fuck, you love it. You swear he could probably get you off just by talking to you.

You hum happily, taking as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage, wincing slightly the first time his tip nudges the back of your throat. Your flat tongue rolls against the underside of his length, your hand cupping his balls and you feel his palm settle on the back of his head.

"You're so fucking keen." His blunt fingernails scratch gently against the nape of your neck and it feels like such a tender gesture. You get to be unashamed of how keen you are with him. There's no embarrassment or reservation. You don't have to hold yourself back to save face and it's refreshing to want someone this much.

You head bobs on his length, your lips forming a perfect tight ring and every now and again, you're rewarded with the sharpness of some fresh precum smeared onto your tongue.

"You should slow down, sweetheart. I don't want to finish yet." His voice is a little strained and it's beautiful. Now you're torn though. You don't want this to end but you're desperate to feel hot ropes of his cum splash over your waiting tongue and across your face.

Somewhat selfishly, you do as you're told. Your body reminds you of your own desperation and you don't want to ruin your chances of getting bent over that desk.

[armpirate]

I hate how bad I want you (Part 3) || San

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

pairing: CEO!Choi San x fem!reader || Boss x employee

w.c.: 5.2k

Warnings: Smut, switch!San x switch!reader, male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), teasing, unprotected sex, name calling, dirty talk, rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie. If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.

Summary: You didn't think that one time thing with your boss would mark you as hard, but it did. To the point that it got you craving for more every time you saw him in the office. At least, until you got it.

It had been three weeks since that night. And while you thought you'd be able to shrug it off and get over it, the truth was that you thought about it more than what you'd have liked to admit. But unlike you, San seemed to be on a completely different page.

He suddenly went from calling you every single time, with any excuse about meetings and projects, to avoiding you as much as possible. There were no reminders needed from you, no presentations preparations either. You were back at doing exactly what his father had you doing when he hired you. You were back at your calm position and daily tasks. Mistakes also decreased -he went from fucking it up once or twice a day, to go a full week without messing it up. All his work was perfect and stable, to the point that you'd overhear his father constantly praising his son. You remembered that once he even approached you, thinking you were behind the big change. And maybe you were.

Along with his attitude, he also set some limits, starting from the opened door that always allowed him to take quick glances at you whenever he lifted his eyes from the computer.

But if there was something more confusing than San's change, it was your thoughts. You should've felt relaxed and relieved. Instead, you were annoyed and anxious about it. Did you really offend him to the point of him totally ignoring you? Did you actually screw any kind of chance at repeating what happened?

And every single time that thought crossed your mind, you scolded yourself for it. You didn't want it to happen again, you shouldn't want it to happen again. You didn't want it again. Yet every day you'd go to work, hoping he'd leave the door open and you'd hear from him and his excuses.

You for sure loved having a hard time. There was no other explanation.

For the first time since you got there that morning, you got distracted from your own thoughts when you heard his voice. San looked radiant when you dared to look at him, with a fit that you weren't sure you had seen before. Or maybe you did, and you just tried to excuse yourself from keeping your eyes on him for so long. Just like he usually did after that night, he nodded at you, and muttered a cordial "Good morning", before he entered his office. Door closed, as something he got used to doing.

You pressed your lips together, gaze dropping to your keyboard as you tried to convince yourself you weren't bothered about it at all. You didn't like San. You actually hated the fact that you were weak enough to agree with that intercourse you two had. You were actually thankful he started to ignore you and made your work life a bit easier.

While you typed on the computer, answering to some of the clients' mails that were sent overnight, or earlier in the morning, you found some peace in your mind. Although it didn't last long, your thoughts went back to him as soon as he sent you a chat, confirming whether his schedule was free for the day or not.

Why did he suddenly change after that night? Nobody changes as fast, at least not without a proper reason.

You started to get annoyed at yourself. Before, it was San the one who got on your nerves, but now it was you, bringing him up every single time for no reason at all.

Your rant at yourself was stopped by a female voice. Looking up, you found a gorgeous tall woman who looked down at you with crossed arms, and an impatient expression.

"Can I help you?" a fake smile was soon drawn on your face.

"I'm here to see San" she mentioned, as if that were obvious.

Just a few minutes ago, you confirmed to him he had no schedules for the day. So you just acted as you were instructed when you first joined the company. "You should make an appointment first" trying to sound as calm and respectful as possible, you invited her to schedule a meeting.

The brunette just scoffed, moving her eyes away before they were back on you.

"An appointment" she muttered under her breath. "Do you know who I am?"

"Someone who doesn't have an appointment with Mr. Choi" you answered with a smile.

It seemed like the tone you used, and the way you seemed to be mocking her, didn't help to calm down the situation and it only annoyed her more, because she was about to throw a big tantrum. And she probably would have if San hadn't exited his office, probably confused by the screams that were coming from your desk.

"Doyun, I thought you wouldn't be able to make it" he greeted her.

Guided by San himself towards his office, she looked at you over her shoulder, throwing an annoying smile that you for sure would have loved to erase with a fast slap; while the person you hoped would actually pay attention to you, just completely ignored you while walking behind her, although this time he didn't close the door.

It was as if he had wanted you to witness what was going on inside there, but you could only feel the sensation of your blood boiling at every smile she aimed at him, or how she closed her legs and waved her proud when her blue dress lifted a bit higher than her middle thigh. At some point, you could even see her tapping her fingers playfully over his desk, before she bent her body onwards while laughing hysterically.

Whatever he said, you were sure it wasn't that funny.

Almost two hours later, you realized you were right when you chose to take your break earlier while she was there, sure that the brunette would be gone when you were back. And, maybe, if you were lucky enough, both of them would be gone. Although that thought didn't sit well with you for some reason.

Before you were even able to leave your bag on your chair, you heard your name being pronounced in an authoritarian voice you had never heard from him. Looking up, you saw him looking at you, with one hand supporting his head while the other was hanging in the air, two fingers motioning you to get to his office.

"Close the door" he demanded.

Confused, you closed your door behind you. It became a habit for the past three weeks, but he still kept it open today. It would have been better if you hadn't assumed shit.

"What's wrong?" both of your hands were intertwined in front of you.

"I don't think you asked for permission to take a break earlier" his jaw was twisted after that comment, while his eyes pierced through your body intensely.

"It didn't seem like you needed me here anyways" you answered back, trying to absorb some of his energy.

"What if a customer had called?" San lifted his eyebrow "What if something urgent had come up while you were gone?" he sighed. "What should I have done then? Cover your ass? Saying that the person in charge of that task went to her break earlier than usual, because she was bored?".

You hated to admit that he was right. His father already warned you about the long breaks. You weren't monitored every time you went to the bathroom, but you had a fixed schedule that marked your lunch break, and two other shorter breaks -one in the morning, and the other one in the afternoon. The fact that you omitted that just because you were annoyed bothered you more than him. Especially now that you were being called out.

"Sorry" you lowered your gaze, staring at the shiny tips of your stilettos.

"You better be" he muttered.

"You were too busy anyways. I didn't want to interrupt you".

And there was the final comment that he was waiting for. While talking with Doyun, his eyes were all the time on you. San was able to tell the way you were trying to read through every single one of her movements, and how you were getting annoyed at every giggle -by the way your jaw clenched and your lips were pressed together. He'd be lying to himself if he had said he didn't keep the door open on purpose.

He had known Doyun for years. She was the type of customer that thought she could get away with anything, and that would also throw herself on him at the minimum chance -as she usually did whenever they met.

He had been trying hard to step back and control himself. He took the first step the first time, and now it was your turn. Although it was taking you longer than he hoped it would. With every new day, he'd add a new barrier that would set him further -hopeful that it would work. But instead, you seemed to be okay with it all.

At least until today.

"What's with the tone?" he tilted his head.

"Nothing" you shrugged. "You just seemed to be too entertained to be interrupted".

"You seemed bothered by it"

"Not at all" you finished "Although it'd be great if, next time, you close the door or take that kind of meeting somewhere else. It kept distracting everyone in the office".

"It seems like you were the only one distracted though" he snapped back.

There was no reply from your side. At least nothing else than just an annoyed huff, before you turned on your heels and left the office before you could be aware of his smirk.

Ever since that day, something in his attitude shifted again, although not back to the bad days. It was like a mix, actually. He'd leave the door of his office open, just like before, making sure you're aware he was staring at you. And if you weren't, he'd try to get your attention by sending you a private message, which always led to you looking up and meeting with his wild gaze. And San would also use that same tactic during the meetings, making it hard for you to take notes as his eyes looked into your soul. You could tell he was paying no attention to anything that was being said at that moment, and would only know after he read your notes.

It got serious that morning though, when you found each other -almost locked- inside the storage closet. It was narrow, enough for your bodies to rub against each other if you both thought you had to walk next to each other, but long enough to keep a safe distance until that time came.

Someone from the Marketing team asked you to get some files for them as a favor, because you usually were the one who kept that place neat and tidy -and in that moment you were thankful for them. But you didn't know why San was there, and it wasn't like you cared either.

"Did you follow me here?" you stepped towards him, aiming to the door. But also aware that you'd be trapped in between his body and the shelf a few steps onwards.

"Nope" with both of his hands inside his slacks, he walked towards you.

You didn't stop on your tracks when you realized he was getting closer, it was as if you were craving his warmth somehow -even with that simple proximity. Trying to get as much free space for each other as possible, you stuck your back to the shelf, and he did the same -with the slight difference that he was closer to your body than the wall behind him. The heart beating on your chest raced fast when you were face to face, and he lifted his arm, blocking your way out.

San was giving you that intense look again, that made your knees go weak for him. You could swear he was bending over slowly, and you were sure he was going to kiss you when his warm breath caressed your lips -instantly having you parting them, to receive everything he was going to give you. But he moved to your ear instead, letting you feel his sided smile when he said "Get back to work".

Confused. You were confused when he stepped back, taking a yellow file, before he made his way towards the exit. You couldn't see his face, but just the way he was walking got you convinced he knew perfectly what he did.

He was tempting you, putting you over the edge every day. And even if you didn't want to admit it, you were down for it. You were done avoiding him, and playing cool as if you weren't excited every time you got to work, with just the idea of seeing him eventually.

You wanted him, and you hated it.

"I hope to see you tonight" he randomly mentioned, before he actually left.

You gulped at the remaining liquid in your glass, looking around as you tried to come up with an excuse. You thought there was nothing worse than a company dinner, but there was. And it was a company dinner sitting across Choi San, with his eyes digging into you as you gave up on trying to resist it, feeling naked under his gaze -but also loving the sensation of being looked at that way by him.

San got you so deep in his spiral that you completely forgot Marshall was there, sitting right next to you.

It was 2 am when you all decided to finish the night, you agreed with the few that came up with the idea of going back home, while Marshall tried to make a move on you by offering a ride back to your place. Few months ago, that'd have been perfect, but after your date -and after your little problem with San-, you were thinking hard to come up with an excuse.

"Can you stay for a short while?" hearing that voice seemed like you heard trumpets sighting the victory. "I need to discuss something with you".

"I'll see you on Monday, then" Marshall told you. The disappointment in his voice was quite obvious, and you could also tell with his body language as he walked away.

A few seconds of silence surrounded you two, before he spoke again. "You should be honest with him".

You turned to him, confused at his comment while he just kept looking at you.

"It's quite obvious you aren't into him, you should tell him" he shrugged, speaking before you were able to.

"How do you know I'm not into him?" you dared him.

With that question, he stepped closer to you, making you step back unconsciously "Because I've seen how you react when you're into someone" San whispered, bending over you before he stood straight again.

He didn't say anything else, nor allowed you to reply back at him before he was walking towards the main door. Standing next to him, you realized how you'd be able to look at him for hours if you could, admiring how the purple lights from the pub reflected on his skin, lost in the shadows that were formed by his sharp features.

In the cab, you both were silent after he told the driver your address. It wasn't like your house was close from there, which prepared you for a long drive there. You kept thinking about his words when you could only hear the engine of the car, and the understandable voices that came from the radio.

"I'm not into you" you said out loud, driving his attention back to you. "I despise you, actually".

Were you trying to convince him, or were you trying to convince yourself? It seemed like you were trying to find a reason as to why your body responded the way it did to his touch, or his looks; and contempt wasn't it. You knew it, San knew it. But you were stubborn as hell to admit it.

"I guess that's the only explanation, yes" he nodded, turning his body to you. "I bet you disliked my guts three weeks ago" his head was tilted, as he bent over you a bit, "And you must've hated me with your whole soul when your eyes went blank after I kept pounding my cock into you" he whispered that into your ear.

The imminent throb in your clit, and your automatic reaction by pressing your thighs together didn't go unnoticed by San, who smirked when he got the reaction he expected. You were only encouraging him to keep talking. "And you must detest me awfully right now" hooking two of his fingers on your chin, he drew your eyes into his.

The fast beating of your heart made you go dizzy, losing touch with reality as you reacted before you could think about it better, moving to his lips as if a kiss would be enough to calm you down. But San wasn't going to give you that. And even less that easily. He moved his head back, with his lips curving as he pinched your chin. You heard him asking for a change in the address the cab driver would drop you at. You didn't recognize that one, but it wasn't like you cared either. Your attention and focus was still on how warm his hand felt on your thigh, as his thumb played circles on your skin.

Suddenly, the cab stopped in front of a fancy building. You could recognize the area when San opened the door of the cab for you, and helped you on your way out. Of course the son of the CEO would live in one of the most expensive areas in the city.

"What?" he asked with a smile.

"You're too confident" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"You didn't say anything back in the car when I changed the address" he mocked at you. "I think I have every reason to feel confident". With both hands in his pockets, he took a step towards you "I could always give you a drive back home, right now".

And missing the chance after getting there? You were one proud bitch, but not dumb. You wanted this. You've been trying to get his attention ever since you dragged him out of your house, and he was finally giving you what you were too stubborn to admit.

Silence was your best answer, making him smirk when your lips were pressed together and your eyes were shifted into looking at nothing in the distance. Until a sudden touch, and the feeling of his thick fingers intertwined with yours made you watch on your steps as you made your way inside the building. The closed space of the elevator, and him being the only person you could set your attention on, was doing things with your head.

Fuck, at that point, you'd be fine with a kiss. That was how pathetic you became in less than thirty minutes.

His hand left yours, before his body caged you in between the cold metallic wall and him, both hands on each side of your head, while his lips kept getting closer to yours.

"Maybe you should say the magic words before trying anything" you whispered.

You were desperate, but that didn't mean you didn't want to hear how bad he wanted you, playing with him the same way he played with you on the first night.

"Baby, don't play hard to get" he sounded tired, and you could tell he wanted that as bad as you when he pressed his semi hard-on against your belly.

"Hmm" your fingers moved down his chest and abs, feeling the soft fabric of his black shirt, as you moved past the edge of his slacks. "Just say it" you whispered, pressing your palm against his growing bulge.

Your lips moved dangerously over his marked jaw, spreading soft kisses all over his skin and lowering down his neck as your hands started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. You moved up again, tracing the curve of his ear with the tip of your tongue, witnessing how his big body reacted to your touch by squirming and gasping "If you're good and say it...".

"Y/n, I want to fuck you" he finally admitted, fist tightening due to the tease you were putting him through. "You have no fucking idea how bad I want you. So unless you want to see it through actions" he grabbed you by the neck, forcing your eyes into his ", you better stop messing around".

San knew those words didn't scare you, and they didn't mean he'd be in control of the situation either. Your smirk was quite telling, despite you being the one trapped in his hand. He loved that expression on you, but he also was dying to erase it. It wasn't fair he was the one begging you, not that time.

Pulling you for a kiss, he demanded all your senses to wrap around him. There was no one and nothing else. And he made sure of that. His hands were wrapped around you, as he pulled you into his body while his tongue explored your mouth with complete freedom. You both were as messy and desperate, while you tried your best to make your way to his apartment when the lift stopped.

"I want you so bad" you finally said, sucking his lips again with your fingers digging through his short locks.

"Do you?" he squeezed your ass over the dress, making you gasp through the kiss. "Are you going to show me how much you want me? Let me know how bad you want my cock".

You didn't need him to encourage you much more. You already had the images fixed in your brain back in the elevator, and you were dying to make them real. Hooking his plump lower lip in between your teeth, you finally broke the kiss.

His eyes were fierce when he looked at you, lips parted and swollen while he waited for you to show with actions what you wanted from him. You fell to your knees, seeing his -already- unzipped slacks, and only moved your hands down to slide the fabric of his pants and underwear until they were tangled around his ankles. His cock jumped free almost instantly, standing hard and tempting in front of your face. His dark pink tip, humid with his own precum, got you salivating.

You wouldn't ever admit it in front of anyone, and even less in front of him, but the amount of times you thought about it while touching yourself after that night was crazy. That's why you didn't hold back when you finally had it again, moving your flat tongue from the base to the tip slowly, enjoying the taste of his skin mixed with the salty flavor of his precum. San huffed in pleasure when your tongue kept rolling in circles around that sensitive area, throwing his head back when your lips finally enclosed around it.

His hand felt abrasive on your neck as he pushed you deeper, encouraging you to take more of his cock. But you were never good at doing what others wanted, so you moved back. You let go of his cock, although your lips were still rubbing against his tip while your hand worked on him up and down slowly. San swore you'd be the death of him when he looked down and met with your playful gaze and vicious smirk. He was exactly where you wanted him to be.

"Let me see what that pretty face looks like while it's stuffed with my cock" he asked with his raspy voice, covering your fingers with his hand while guiding his dick through your lips again.

Could be it was the way he asked, or how you were so horny for him that you'd have done anything he'd asked you without giving it a second thought. But you did as you were told, moving your lips through his cock while looking up to him, your pussy throbbing painfully with every centimeter you took inside your mouth. You liked the feeling, but it was uncomfortable feeling the pool of your panties drenching them with every bow of your head, and you reached a point where you didn't know how to place your thighs so the clenching of your pussy could calm down. San was aware of it. But he was so into his own pleasure that he chose to ignore it for a few more minutes, until one of your moans vibrated through him while you were still sucking him off.

Your mouth was left open and empty when he moved your head back, moving his thumb over your chin to clean the mess of your spit and cutting the thin links of saliva that kept you connected to him, before he forced you to stand again.

Both of you were eager, desperate, and didn't care about the way your clothes would look after. Rolling your tight dress up, and sliding down your black thong, he gasped at the sight of your rounded ass and your pussy covered in your own juices. Your body jumped at the first touch of his fingers on your core, collecting your wetness to spread it all over his already lubed tip.

With a hand on your hip and another redirecting him to your entrance, he slowly thrusted his tip into you. That hand moved fast from his own dick to your neck, correcting your posture so your back would be completely arched as he moved into you slowly until your ass met with his pelvis. A moan slipped from your lips when his length stretched you out, making you almost thank him for it.

It'd be a quickie. A quick fuck. As soon as you two came, you'd be seeing the door and going back to your place to reconsider all of your decisions. That was what you thought when guilt hit the back of your brain as he pounded into you, and made your pelvis hit constantly against the backrest of his couch.

But that wasn't what happened.

Clothes were long gone, and you two moved from his living room to his big king-size bed in his bedroom after your second orgasm. You kept reminding yourself you had to go, but your body didn't belong to you anymore. You got addicted to the feeling of his cock rubbing against every single spot inside of you, and the pain of your back arched from pleasure when he teased your clit.

San kept your legs spread wide, each hand locked around your knees after you made several attempts to close them when you were close to your high a few minutes ago.

His olive skin tone was covered with a thin coat of sweat, that remarked all of his muscles even more. He looked focused on pleasuring you, with his hooded eyes fixed on the spot that kept you linked together, completely unbothered by the way his bangs stuck to his forehead or sometimes got over his eyes even.

You were surprised by your own loud moans, that kept sounding over his groans and the clap sound of your bodies with each one of his thrusts- and that sounded even more powerful when you joined his moves, grinding against him as you tried to feel him deeper. That made San smile satisfied, rewarding you with a spank on your thigh that blocked all of your senses for a short second.

Lifting your leg, he kissed your ankle and bit on your heel, making your back arch and your pussy clench around him tight. He was sexy, he was good at sex, and he fucking knew it. He knew that visual would have you whimpering and being all needy over the edge.

That's why when you pulled him into you, with your fingers denting on his cheeks before kissing him, he curved his lips maliciously. San broke the kiss unexpectedly, but kept your tongues linked together. The sound of your desperate moans, while getting a taste of you, rolling his tongue around yours, was one of the best feelings ever, placed second after the feeling of your pussy tightening with each thrust he made. He was sure you were made to take him just like that.

Sex with him made you feel dirty, but also so wanted that it was hard to handle.

His hips kept the same pace, breaking into you, fucking you against the matress while his hands and lips were treasuring you like you were the most precious thing he was devoted to.

"I'm going to fill you until it drips" he warned you ", going to keep you full until the next time we fuck again" he whined, stopping deep inside you while his pubes rubbed against your sensitive clit. "How does that sound?".

Licking the drop of spit that rolled down his cheek after the last time you kissed, you rubbed against him "You better not take long to do it again".

"That's one fucking good answer, babe".

Buckling his hips again, you were shown how right you were with your answer. His moves were so fast, he gave you no time to feel empty. Every time his tip was about to leave you, he thrusted back in fast while one of his hands sneaked in between your bodies to rub your clit in circles, the other hand pulling your hair from the top to keep you glued to the mattress.

That warm and ticklish feeling in your stomach started to build up after a few more rubs and thrusts, and you could feel it all over your face when you were unable to close your lips and your moans started getting louder -if that was even possible. You even started to beg, as if San would snatch your high from you at that moment. But it only made him move faster, holding onto you as if you were the only thing that could keep him sane in that moment.

Both of your moans mixed together when you got to your high. You did first, squeezing him so tight that was unable to hold it in for longer, before you felt his warm seed filling you and dripping out of you when he moved his hips back.

San was lying on top of you, trying to recompose from his own orgasm, as he covered your body carefully while his hands traced invisible lines all over your curves. Instinctively, you did the same, moving your fingers all over his sweaty lower back until you felt him move. His lips captured yours, but in a more relaxed and slow kiss.

"You better not leave and spend the night here" he whispered "If not, I'll take it as you don't want to repeat this".

But you didn't leave. You stayed, after he cleaned you up and looked after you, after he gave you a spot in his bed next to him.

At the end of the day, you didn't hate him. You liked the way he made you feel, and how intense all those sensations were. You guessed you just hated how bad you wanted him, ever since he stepped inside the office that first day as your boss.

[fizziefactory]

Human AU — A Quick Summary

Quick overview of all the fizzies as humans ♥︎ Enjoy!

Also long post ahoy!

✒ THIZZY >> FUMIHIRO

Cis Male // 29 yrs // Therapist

Fumihiro works as a therapist and is not doing... that great money wise. College absolutely ruined him, his family often wants him to help them fund their own projects, and he's terrible at saying no. He takes on more work than he's capable of, and he often works for free. He complains, but he just needs to grow a spine. Life IS pretty ridiculously unfair, though... and it doesn't help that his roommate Corwin is so overbearing and suffocating either.

✚ DOC >> CORWIN

Demiboy [amab] // 28 yrs // Dentist

Corwin is Fumihiro's childhood friend and has always been an outcast. With a morbid interest in teeth, blood and gore, he was also struggling with depression and unhealthy coping behaviour. He's obnoxious, is unabashedly himself, and he's got crazy ADHD... but also RSD. And he's so lonely... he craves intimacy something fierce, and he Clings to Fumihiro as the only person who ever gave him a genuine chance. He gets his fix at the bar several times a week where he hooks up with whoever wants to give him a try, but nothing ever goes anywhere... Why won't anybody just love him already?

დ MIZZY >> MINNIE

Trans Woman // 26 yrs // Online Personality

Minnie is a weeb and an amazing cosplayer, streamer, and she spends a lot of her time online making silly videos for people who simp for her. She doesn't mind, it pays the bills, and her OnlyFans is doing good, thank you guys!! During the day she works as a server at a local cafe that does dress ups at times (the maid outfits are her favourite). Minnie is a sweetheart, but a bit of a doormat... having came out of a physically and emotionally abusive relationship not too long ago, she's still working on loving herself. She's still recovering, doing her very best...

☽ GINGER >> SABRINA

Genderfluid [amab] // 25 yrs // Babysitter

Younger sister to Pinwheel/Luca, and can't stand him. She felt abandoned by her only remaining family member when he was becoming a chore to look after, when his substance abuse and illegal activities only increased and escalated.. So she ended up moving out. He now works as a babysitter, it's rough and the family takes advantage of her charity, but it's nice to feel... needed. To be a part of a family. She has a lot of spice, but below the sour exterior, she's got a big heart.

♠︎ MORTIS >> MORDECAI

Cis Male // 51 yrs // Funeral Director & Mortician & Coffin Maker [hobby]

Mordecai has been pretty rooted in place for the last 51 years... Growing up in Oklahoma, he eventually moved to eastern California where he set up a funeral home and a stable. Death wasn't really fascinating to him... but rather, he had seen it happen many times in his life, and found that the end of a life... had to have meant something, for those left behind. He wanted to lift the spirits of those who remained, and celebrate the life that had burned so bright, and either suddenly been snuffed out, or slowly dimmed down. He wanted to make the funeral peaceful. The passing natural. The communication between the dead and the living easier. So he started his business.

Moving to New York, he did so to keep a family member company during her final years before sickness takes her life, setting up a new business in the city to keep on doing what he was always doing... but city life is quite different from the mountain ranges of Oklahoma or endless deserts of California.

$ THE MANAGER >> NOEL, second name GURUMARRA

Trans Man // 36 yrs // Business Owner etc... Manager of Loo Loo Park

Noel is an entrepenur and a visionary. Starting off at the bottom of the barrel like so many of us, he figured out how to work the system from a young age, always having a nose for business, and a feeling for when to strike. What opportunities were lucrative and which ones were a waste. Quickly, he went from a simple office rat to team leader, boss, CEO, and now he manages more businesses than you can count on one hand.

His current "project" is the Loo Loo Park (alternate version of Luna Park) in NYC, and while he sits comfortably in Manhattan, he makes bank without much effort anymore. Noel is smug, careful in his wording, and will come across as quite lighthearted if you don't know any better. He's always five steps ahead, but his confidence in his own ability can also become his biggest weakness. Oh yeah also he's Pinwheel's boss/blackmailer. He's got a collaboration going on with Mammon to use Fizzarolli's likeness and sell his merchandise.

⚙ FF-8842 >> Nergüi

Agender [intersex] // 21 yrs // College Student

A young student at one of the many colleges across New York, currently studying robotics in hopes of becoming... something. They feel so in tune with these machines, at times it feels like they're also running on a program, that they don't actually know what they're actually Meant to do except for making these things work... like life has no meaning. Are they only doing this because their parents wants them to? Because they think robotics are the future? Because they know better and this is what's best for them? Do they even have a mind of their own..? Or are they exaggerating? Should they just settle... they don't know. Time to dissociate.

¿ IMPOSTER

No gender // A few years old // Clown Robot

Android Noel has placed in the park to play the role of a pierrot-themed mascot. It has some other dubious functions as well...

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

just found out that the jimmy solidarity ceo is in the same timezone as me, wild

anyways I wanna sort of talk a little bit about the hybrid features thing! Just because it's one of the only things I can talk about without Spoilers <3

So basically part of my vision is that wings, especially if they're bright in color like Jimmy's, will turn very Muted when on Red.

Instead of being bright and cheerful, they look sickly and dull. Same with Grian's to a similar extent!

With Ren, it's not so much a physical change as it would be a behavioral change, that would later morph into a physical change. Like watching a dog that's trained to be aggressive, slowly become more and more aggressive. Though, this takes a while to start happening, and if he gets out of the game early, the most you'll see is his fur become rougher.

With Cleo, I've been trying to figure out what I really wanna do. I kinda wanna do something with the whole corpse aspect? Like, the less lifes she has, the more lifeless(pun fully intended) she looks?

Idk, if you have any thoughts, I'd love to hear them!

Oh yo same time zone :0 so swag

And I was right that does sound cool as Hell. I love the idea of being able to visibly see someone's life force depleting as they get fewer and fewer loves and chances in the game. They get grey and look more sickly but they're not weak nor frail no in fact they're quite the opposite. Their outward appearance looks as tho they've got one foot in the grave but in all other aspects they're on hyperdrive and every one of their senses is on steroids like they're fighting tooth and nail to live because they are.

Jimmy's beautiful golden wings dull and become more of a muddy yellow. It's so grey and sickly any amount of blood staining them is the sharpest contrast on his body. Maybe his hybrid features are cranked up from some little songbird to a mf bird of prey. He grows talons and when he flies his wings don't make a sound. His vision is sharper, more calculated, and he can hear everything. It's honestly terrifying for anyone who gets to witness Jimmy on a red life.

Ren snarls and snaps at people more. His teeth get sharper and his claws grow longer and his hair fur is always bristled up. He growls and barks and bites and it is certainly not the Ren everyone knows. This is the Ren only seen on red, in death games. His fur gets thicker and more tangled - basically biological armor - and grows in places it usually wouldn't. He's more wolf than man now.

Maybe for Cleo the lower she gets on lives the more they get a craving for flesh/blood? Like normally she'd be grossed out by potentially eating their friends but when she's on red it's all they can think ab. It's her main driving factor to kill other players cause they're so hungry and can't control herself any longer. Maybe they also start actively rotting on red? I think that'd be a neat detail as well. You don't have to get super graphic w it but a few flies always following her and the smell coming off of them?? Could really do wonders :)

But this is just my own brainrot :)) no pressure to adopt them :D

[viterbofangirl]

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#every scene with renner and johannson together is played as a huge unspoken 'fuck you' to brucenat and the farm family and bless them for it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey I don't have links myself but re: that post about DuckDuckGo: I've seen a different version of the post with links to the CEO's Twitter where he refuted that (and explained why independent outlets fall lower in results) and I don't think it's true. There are a few reblogs in the notes with links. Also many of the alternatives in that list are Google or Bing clones posing as "independent" search engines to lure in people who are cautious about the big names.

Thank you so much for this info! TBH it's a relief because I've been quite happy with DDG, and I will now be on the watch for poser search engines!

4 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#4

Tag game!

Thanks to the ever-lovely @akamarykate​ for tagging me! <3 

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better.

Three ships: Most recently, Jiang Cheng/Wen Qing from The Untamed, but I gotta go with Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade from the Star Wars EU, and Gary Hobson/Toni Brigatti for the longest-lasting ships!

First ever ship: See the above two! They were going on around the same time. L/M probably predates G/T by a year or two, but G/T was more viciously shipped (at first).

Last song: “Queen” by Loren Gray

Last film: Film? Ah geez. I honestly don’t know. I’m going to cheat a little and say “Frozen II” not because I recently watched it, but I’ve had a strong hankering for it so it’s got a 99% chance of being the next movie I watch!

Currently reading: I’m technically in the middle of “Because Internet” by Gretchen McCulloch, but tbh I’ve been reading a metric shitton of MDZS fanfic on my Kindle.

Currently watching: I’m taking a very brief hiatus from The Untamed and just finished up rewatching BBC’s The Musketeers, a.k.a. Man Candy the Series.

Currently consuming: Alyssa’s Healthy Chocobites

Currently craving: Reaching That Point In My Life Where I Regain A Smidgen Of Energy. And also the inspiration to continue some WIP fics!

Tagging: @themoonstarwarrior, @cat-a-holic, @fallynleaf, @threadsketchier, @squirrelasinthewoodlandanimal, @pityen81, @shaelit, @lucife56, @ancientstone but seriously no pressure on the above and loads of encouragement to participate to anyone else! To anyone who wants to play, please just tag me so I can see your answers! <3

5 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#3

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5 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#2

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! 💖

My sideblog was tagged by @ancientstone and so I decided to post there AND on my regular blog!

Okay, so, I've been writing and not completing fandom stuff since I was at LEAST 16 which means over twenty years now, but I looked through my folder and I *think* these are my faves in no particular order:

1) Sinbad and the Garden of the Hesperides: a Proteus-heavy sequel to Dreamworks' animated "Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas" because Proteus deserves ALL THE LOVE dammit! >:[  (currently over 41k words and unposted but stay tuned because I know the first 4-5 chapters are done at least...)

2) The Sense of Her: a FMA Royai one-shot taking place over multiple points in the series, each scene focused on one of the five senses (currently on AO3)

3) Gunslinger: written in a different narrative style than my usual (Old-West stylized omniscient present vs alternating third-person POV) it's a retelling of Roger Corman's (yes, I know) movie "Gunslinger" starring Beverly Garland that is one of my favorite MST3Ks (yes, I know) but still has really good bones to the story (unposted and honestly barely started but still has some damned good lines if I do say so myself)

4) No Miracle for the Likes of Us/Rebirth/Codename:Teen Idol 'Dite: *CHEATER ALERT!* These are _three_ Venus/Kunzite-centric Sailor Moon fics, but are set in the same no-Stars-AU, with the first detailing the fall of Silver Millennium, the second beginning with the Shitennou being revived immediately after the manga's SuperS arc, and the third being a plot line so heavily intertwined with Rebirth that I haven't decided whether or not to make them one big fic featuring Codename as specified interludes o_O;;; (overall size: *drops face into hands* it... it just keeps GROWING... *sobs*)

5) She-Ra: Princess of Power: a massive retelling of the original She-Ra series as a continuation of the Mike Young 200X animated He-Man and the Masters of the Universe series, with each chapter an "episode" (currently a highly disjointed >57k monster, but the first two "episodes” are on AO3)

Tagging @akamarykate @fallynleaf @rhysiana @threadsketchier @adriannasharp and anyone else who wants to participate! Tag me if you reply so that I might properly appreciate your efforts and genius! <3

7 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Offered Up

Abel you placed the stone in my hands Told me that God prefers innocent lambs Strike hard strike true my own my brother Then He’ll prefer you favored over another

Offer me up

Don’t worry don’t worry my own my brother I’m happy I’m happy my own my brother Release me release me my own my brother

Offer me up

The stone sat heavy and thick in my hands The blood ran heavy and slick on my hands This murder it seemed like a trick on my hands

Who is the victim? Who was the victim?

(inspired by @zelkam’s gifset)

22 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

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[eyesofbluebitch]

Dropping this here to announce now until march-ish I’ll be accepting V-Day fluff scenarios for Seto via ask memes to anyone that’s interested. Let’s have some fun letting my boy flex his billions and being a extra ass mess.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I get a poly!yandere alpha werewolf pack where we are an omega and we don't know it, as omega are very precious and rarely found the pack takes it upon them to keep us safe , sound and satisfyed and breeded full with pups....I love ur works very much author-nim🥰❤

😳

Thank you nim🥰 ❤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

A hundred years ago this would probably be a lot harder for you 

Probably them seeing you on a chance encounter

Before dragging you to their den in the forest before smothering and stuffing you in an insane and aggressive dogpile

But nowadays they’ve mellowed 

Or at least some of them have and lucky for you you have whole pack just like that

Consisting of 2 alphas and 2 (special case) betas 

Typically considered head-Alpha is Nero Nakamura

Who also happens to be a silent billionaire that runs his company with an iron-fist

He’d like to run his home life the same way but that couldn’t ever be a possibility when you have characters like Rori Tongs in control

Rori is a world-reknowned model and coach for Olympic swimmers

He’s sly he’s domineering and he loves nothing more than to make his fellow alpha squirm

His alphaness is more like a switch he chooses to turn on rather than a constant agenda but any of his betas or omega on the line and he’s an absolute villain

Next tier in their relationship Suki Nakamura the beta with alpha like tendencies that can woo even Nero into submission

He’s Nero’s number one assistant or was until he politely asked pummeled Nero into giving him a smaller role in the company, a manager position

He’s often called during business emergencies or whenever his Ceo is feeling peckish so he’s not above calling in his own favors

And last on the hierarchy until you come along is Eve Tongs

A shy and quiet beta with omega tendencies

Who’s constantly fighting off being bred because

“It’d be weird if I looked pregnant all the time!”

He says his worry is about being discovered but really he doesn’t want to close his shop to be heavily pregnant all alone

But now that you’re in the picture it won’t nearly be as bad: 

“Aww darling, no need to cry Suki’ll be back from the store with your craving snack.”

Rori cooed rubbing your swollen belly as he peppered your neck with kisses. You were crying again and while part of it was your craving for your typical low-priced meals it was a side-effect of your absolute confusion. Whoever you met at work or on your daily commute somehow goaded you into their trap of a penthouse. Which sooner than you could gather had you plump and at the whim to the multiple men who claimed to be werewolves. 

“I-I d-don’t understand, w-why is this happening?”

You continued to sob as Nero only seemed to pull you closer to him. Nero who had been in the room over came in sensing your distress cuddled on your other side to massage your head. 

“Love, I’m sure it's hard to realize this but as werewolves there's an order that we live by. I’m sure you’ll adapt as we go through our life together.”

“Yeah baby, you’ll get used to it!” 

You shook your head, resisting the weird calm that was being brought over you as the two men cuddled up against you. More tears fell from your eyes and you pushed away their affections unsuccessfully.

“Uhm m-maybe they don’t believe us about the…uh…werewolf thing…”

A silence formed as everyone had realized they never really did show you. Eve spoke from experience, he too was especially skeptical when Rori first came to him. Rori immediately perked up.

“Oh well that's an easy fix!” 

Immediately a pair of wolf-ears flicked out from his head and a tail from his lower back. Nero did the same and so did Eve. Stunned to silence you immediately stopped crying to just take in the strange sight. Hearing the door open Suki returns with store bags hanging from his arms.

“Oh! You guys are having a tails and ear party without me?!” 

He too flicks his own ears and tails out as he begins preparing the snack he just fetched. Still stunned you just sat still as Eve kneeled in front of you laying his head on your stomach before knowingly whispering. 

“After this liter is born you’ll turn into one too.”

[singukieee]

'22 A R C H I V E

—or recs of fics I've read and been reading.

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[OT7]

A Comforting Hand

poly!bts x reader | mates au

You had begun to lose all hope of ever seeing the outside of your cage again. A new neighbor arrives and slowly begins to break down your heavily guarded walls, his growls providing your safety as you both face what it means to be an animal.

A Bond Made of Love ♡

poly idol!bts x hybrid!reader | soulmates au

Your last owner had almost beaten you to death, leaving you at the very shelter he had adopted you from. This time, two tall men walk in, immediately drawn to you as you rested in your small cage. You couldn’t help but become attached, just hoping you wouldn’t be abandoned once again by the idols you grow to love.

By Chance | The Moments in Between ☆

idol!bts x actress!reader

A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS’s radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.

As you become close friends with BTS, you begin to realize that the feelings you have for them are slowly turning into something you’re not ready to deal with. Unbeknownst to you, the same is happening to them.

mean kitty, soft kitty ①

poly!bts x hybrid!reader | mates au

Your injured form was the last thing Jin had expected when waking up one morning. But after healing you, and watching you leave, he wished he would wake up to you again, if only to see if you were okay. The rest of his home felt the same way, and when a storm comes, it brings you back to the men who made you feel safe.

Handshakes of a Lifetime ♡

bts x reader | soulmates au | reincarnation au

…the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.”

Guardians of Stone: A Bangtan Tale

bts x reader

The Art of Craving ♡

porn industry workers!bts x fluffer!reader

It’s easy to feel like you’re floating on the clouds when you’re near them, it’s easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

or, you’re a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it’s hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

Daddy's Money (makes the world go round)

hybrid!bts x human!reader

The daughter of a filthy rich businessman is gifted hybrids by her father. But if only he knew that would lead to her gaining the confidence she will need to break free from what he deems the right place for her. Follow her as she learns to navigate the worlds and stay alive.

Petrichor ♡

ceo!werewolves!bts x chubby!mc | mates au

You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

Our Own World

hybrid!bts x reader

Your brother and his fiancé had planned to travel to the Netherlands so he could properly meet her family. He leaves you a weird note with odd instructions.

The List

obsessive!bts x reader

You had listed off the five most absurd things you wanted to try before you turned thirty. One of them was marrying an A-list genius producer by the name of Min Yoongi.

Her Serendipity

mafia au

In which a woman with secrets happens to be the leader of a Mafia gang with the five loves of her life. But what happens when they soon come across two hybrids that they become very attached to. 

Yearning For You ♡

vampire!bts x aristocrat-vampire!reader | soulmates au

Watching everyone around me meeting their fated, their mate, seeing the yearning in their gaze as they stare at each other, I want that too, so dearly, whoever they are, I would love them without hesitation, with all of my heart.

Fuck Fate

sub!bts x dom!reader | reincarnation au | idolverse au

It all started with a movie. And then another, and another, and another. And before Jeon Jungkook knew it, he already have this massive crush on you. His hyungs thought it’s cute, until they too developed a massive crush on you.

Besides, it’s your world now right? Who said you had to follow the rules?

“Fuck fate. I’m doing whatever I want.”

After all, if the seven male leads want you, who are you to deny them? Especially when they want you as bad as you want them.

Fuck fate, right?

Ghost Busters

frat boys!bts x comatose!reader | supernatural fluff and angst with a happy ending

Due to a freak accident, you find yourself staring at your own body lying on the hospital bed. The strange thing was, there were seven insanely gorgeous men crying over you. Huh.

Everything Falls (Into Place) ☆

bts x reader | roommates au | college au

Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you’re an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Ride With You

bts x reader (jk x reader focus) | exes to lovers | mafia au

Song Bird ♡

bts x siren!reader

Sirens have been hunted for centuries. Imprisoned and killed for experimentation or to be used for their powers. When thinking about sirens, most envision half woman half fish. But what most people don’t know is that the true original sirens were half woman half bird. Beings far more powerful than the water sirens that most people know of. Beings so rare that many people believe they never existed. But they do. So if word got out that one was sighted and found… it’s only a matter of time before their lives no longer belongs to them, but to their captures.

Little do You Know ☆

bts x reader | playmate au

In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

The Wanderer ♡

soft yandere!idol!bts x lawyer!reader

From the day you were born, your soul has the tendency to separate from your physical body and wander places even while awake. Wanting it to stop, you seek out shamans all over the world until you land yourself on Bangtan’s doorstep as a part of their elite legal team.

Bulletproof ♡

bts x prosecutor!reader | soulmate au

You’re a hotshot prosecutor dealing with big drug cases. BTS are your soulmates. But why do you want your soulmark removed?

Home | Piercings ①

poly!bts x reader | oneshots

Chrysanthemums in The Winter ①

professor!bts x reader

Sunset Songs

idol!bts x hybrid!reader

In which a hybrid is nothing but a status symbol, a pet, a sign of wealth and power- or are you maybe more than that?

I Was The Gangster's Ex Wife ♡

idol!bts x mafia!reader

Having been raised your whole life as the female Chou to the Head Batafurai, your days takes a wild spin when you find yourself widowed and leading an entire street mafia. Only problem is, seven pretty idols claim you’re their destined. Can you separate your two interestingly different lives from intervening with each other?

Little Red ①

wolf pack!bts x fox!reader

In which bangtan pack finds something unexpected in their familiar woods.

Welcome To The Show

idol!bts x escort!reader

In which you’ve been hired as a very special woman for the seven idols- and become even more special down the line.

Downpour

eventually poly!bts x reader

He fell for her from a distance. She fell for him up close. Despite their different lives, they’d found each other. And somehow, the two had found more love in 6 other souls.

eights a crowd ♡

idol!bts x crew member!reader | soulmate au

you’re a bighit staff member in charge of stage set-up when you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the very seven men you’re setting stage for.

never tear us apart

bts x witch!reader

waking up 300 years later, you’re thrusted into the modern world — one where the loves of your life no longer know who you are. and despite being one of the most powerful witches in your decade, you’re no match to the newest forces fighting to tear you apart, leaving the men with the familiar faces to care for the weird witch.

Magic Shop

bts x reader | magic au

Raised in an orphanage, Calypso knows nothing of her magical heritage. However, when she reached the age of maturity, she discovered that she possessed the powers of both the light and the dark. She didn’t know how her powers came to be, but they could get her killed by the magical enforcers: a group sworn to remove black magic from the world. One fateful night she stumbles across an attempted murder. She refuses to watch an innocent man be killed, therefore left with no choice but to use her dark powers, she saved his life. Little do you know that the handsome man you saved is, in fact, a magical enforcer.

Time Heals (sometimes) ♡

bts x idol!reader | soulmate au

6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Ghosted

cursed ghost!bts x author!reader

Y/N is a young struggling author in New York, having gone through thick and thin she loses her inspiration to write and is now no longer able to publish upcoming novels. Having just received an eviction notice to her small, old, and worn down apartment. She also receives documents informing her about the inheritance she’s received from her grandfather. An old, abandoned mansion in France’s countryside. Having no other option available to her, she decides to move into the ominous building. Unaware of the seven pairs of eyes observing her, invisible to the human eye, as a plot to relieve a curse plaguing seven men is set into motion.

Mother Knows Best

bts x reader

being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.

Not Gonna Happen ①

idol!bts x producer! army!reader

Fight or Flight. Meet BTS or run away from BTS?“Uh guys…. She’s rolling away.” Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to halt your getaway. “I hate all of you.” You groan up at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up, letting out a deep sight, wishing the ground would open from under you.

The Price We Pay ①

bts x reader | mafia au

Shoes echo in the room as they all leave him alone with his thoughts. Goodbyes unheard by the man now drenched in sweat, fists gripped tightly to his desk. This could be a terrible idea, one of his worst, but he had to try.

There was only one person capable of helping him now, to keep his boys safe.

But at what cost?

A Bed of Roses

bts x reader

Superpowers are supposed to make you inivincible, someone who could save the world, a hero. It's not suppose to be like this... not like this.

Until You Do ①

faun!bts x princess!reader

The once Lost Princess of the Underworld, known for your beauty and infinite kindness. You have evaded your father’s pleas to secure your future—a marriage—for years and years with no answers given as to why. But now, way past the age to court for marriage, your father came to you once again, for the last time, to make your choice. How can you explain to him that who you want to marry is not of royalty, but the humble servants who wait by his feet?

EIDOLONS

bts x reader | phantoms au

To live in an old manor in the middle of nowhere filled with historical, cultist, and most probably cursed relics for a year is part of the will your mysterious grandaunt bestowed onto you. It's all good until the seven men arrive, looking for a place to stay. Or so you've been told. But these men aren't actually guests; they've been in your attic for a lot longer than you think, waiting to be freed. The longer you spent time with them, the more you feel like you know them. And they seem to know you like the back of their hands, too. When you find yourself falling in love with not one, but all of them, you'll soon realize that the the truth can be painful to swallow and they will learn that freedom comes at a cost.

Rebirth

bts x reader

After one too many glasses of wine, Y/N wakes up as Empress Y/N Berius from her favorite story. The oppressive Empress Y/N will soon meet a brutal end at the hands of Taehyung, the captain of her personal guards. Y/N must find out a strategy to stop the coup d'état in three days. She chooses to reach out to a group of loyal subjects Empress Y/N exiled, but will her method work? Or would the empress' unexpected change in conduct arouse rebel suspicion?

The Consigliere

bts x reader

I Wanna Hate You With All My Heart

bts x reader | college au

Healing Waters ♡

koi hybrid!bts x human!reader

You love your seven koi that live in the pond in your back yard, you also love to spoil them. They're hand-fed, doted on, and well taken care of. So how's things going to go when the couple next door has a baby?

Home in Progress ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

['21 ARCHIVE] | ['23 ARCHIVE] | ['24 ARCHIVE]

Y/N never wanted to adopt seven hybrids. Truly, she would never support the system like that. But who can say no to them?

[morganofthewildfire]

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Don't Say You Need Me - Chapter 1

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based on the album Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey

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~2.5k words

this is a shorter chapter, just to start the fic, but they'll get longer after this! Let me know what you think!!! I'm super excited to share this with you!

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My life, it comprises of losses and wins and fails and falls

~ money, power, glory by Lana Del Rey

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No one was listening to her.

Aelin had been playing at this stupid bar for nearly an hour, and the best she’d cobbled together was a few girls who looked far too young to be in here. And chances were they recognized her one semi-popular song from Tik Tok. Her record label had manufactured a trend to it, and it went somewhat viral, to Rolfe’s pleasure.

She didn’t mind the trend, the exposure was good. But now to Rolfe, that was enough. No more money, no more effort, needed to be put into promoting her album. Hence why she was here.

“Look at you kids with your vintage music,” she sang softly, slowly transitioning into the next song. Her fingers danced across the plastic keys of the keyboard, desperately missing the smooth ivory of a real piano.

It made sense there was no real piano here, as the wood would get trashed in an instance just from the musty stench of beer, but she still craved the feeling of real keys under hands. She couldn’t afford a real piano for herself either, so she relied on going to a music store that had one on display. The owner, Emrys, had always been kind to her and let her play on it whenever she stopped in.

Which was often.

She was a musician, an artist, she needed to keep creating. Words and melodies constantly flowed out of her; she needed a way to pull them all down out of the sky and lay them neatly into songs tied up with a perfect ribbon that she could deliver to her record label.

Not that they appreciated it. 

She could bring them a hundred songs right now, a hundred potential best sellers, and they’d shuffle them under a pile of paperwork, telling her to go sit down and be patient and wait until they told her when to write.

Rolfe was the worst at that, the CEO of the label. He was a very financially cautious boss, or really a money hoarder, and refused to shell out any more money than he thought he ever needed to. Which meant from the moment her first album, Blue Jeans, came out, there’d been practically no promotion whatsoever.

It’d had its moment briefly, but it was already faded into the abyss.

Which was why no one was listening to her.

“You get ready, you get all dressed up,” she sang, “to go nowhere in particular.” 

The lilting chords hung a little too electronically in the air, but she pushed through, crooning into the microphone hooked onto the keyboard. Aelin loved this particular song, affectionately called Love. 

She’d written it in her early days of writing music, back at the orphanage, or girl’s home she should say. That was the official name. But it was an orphanage.

At least there they’d had a real piano.

So this song had been sitting with her for about six years. She’d only been sixteen, but already forced to mature far more than other kids her age, giving her a unique perspective she just had to write about. She was nostalgic for a life that had never been hers, and this song was all about that.

A rose colored version, sure. But it was still almost unbearably honest.

The dimmed lights above the “stage” area of the bar set the mood, and she leaned into the music as it welcomed her with a comforting embrace. No matter what happened, she could always rely on that.

“Can you play Invisible String?!” One of the girls watching shouted out as the song came to a close, and Aelin was momentarily happy at getting a request, before realizing that the song being requested was not actually hers.

Aelin’s hands slowed to a stop on the keyboard, and she glanced out to where they sat at a table close to the stage. 

Did they even know she was a songwriter? Or did they assume she was just covering a bunch of different songs? Did they know who she was? At all?

Fighting the rising anger in her, she swallowed it all back, prying her stiff fingers off the keyboard.

“I’m afraid that’s not my song,” she said, speaking to them. No one else even noticed she’d stopped playing. There was rowdy laughter and loud conversation, gross men guzzling beer and generally being disgusting. 

Aelin hated that she had to stoop to this level to play, but her record label wasn’t networking for any opportunities for performances. She wanted to tour, at least a little bit, but the idea was vehemently shut down.

Technically, she could get in big trouble if they found out she was here. So technically, it might be a better idea to let those girls think she was just some cover artist. But her pride had always been her fault, and her unbearing temper.

Aelin liked to say it fueled her determination, and it was true for the most part, but it also got her into some sticky situations. She just couldn’t help herself sometimes.

“I’m just playing my songs,” she said, smiling tightly, “but I appreciate the request.” 

Without waiting for a response she set her hands back down, transitioning into another song. This time Lucky Ones. 

This song was also special to her, they all were special to her, except it stung a little bit. This song was about a dream she had, of a girl and a guy running along a beach, just happy and together, enveloped in a once in a lifetime all consuming love. She’d had to write about it, even if it was something she’d never experienced herself.

The hollow, aching feeling of loneliness had made its way into many of her songs, though none she’d ever finished. Loneliness, and that fear that once you found someone, you’d never be enough for them. And you’d be left desperately trying to hang on as the other person walked away.

She saw out of the corner of her eye as the girls left, apparently bored with her now, and she clenched her jaw, momentarily stopping singing. 

Turns out it didn’t even matter, because the cord was yanked out of the wall, plunging the keyboard and the microphone into silence.

“What the hell?” Aelin cursed, whipping around to see the owner of the bar, Erawan. 

“Time’s up,” he said, gesturing for her to leave the stage. “The boys want to listen to the jukebox now, not your sad shit.” 

The boys. Gods. 

“You know, whatever,” she spit, standing up. “Fine.” 

She grabbed her bag, stomping off the stage, heading directly toward the bar. Her worn out sneakers landed in a puddle of what she hoped was beer, splashing up against the hem of her jeans as she stormed to go get a drink.

She’d even posted to her meager social media following that she’d be here, and all she’d gotten was a couple of girls who looked like they were out past their bedtimes. 

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath as she collapsed onto a barstool. Aelin had thought when she’d gotten a record deal, it would be her big break. But here she was, still struggling.

“Can I get an old fashioned?” She asked the bartender, nearly begging for the drink. The man just turned to look at her, a brow raised. 

“Can I see some ID?” He asked flatly, and she nearly rolled her eyes, but reached into her tote bag regardless to dig out her wallet. With her long hair tied loosely in a braid down her back, and her simple tank top, no makeup on, she probably did look young. Though she was only twenty two; but still, it was annoying. 

Her birthday was coming up anyway, she was almost 23. 

Aelin whipped her ID up for the bartender to see, and it took him a second to read, but he nodded and she mockingly put it back into her wallet.

“An old fashioned, you said?” He asked, and she nodded, before -

“Wait,” she said, stopping him mid grabbing a glass. “How much does it cost?”

The bartender just chuckled, gesturing with his head over toward the booths on the side of the room. 

“You’re good,” he said, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Guy over there came and said he would pay for your next drink. I didn’t think you would ever come down from the stage, but here you go.”

Aelin raised a brow, and the bartender got to work making her drink, leaving her sitting there in contemplation. It was probably some gross dude, but she couldn’t deny she was slightly curious. So glancing over her shoulder casually, like she was just surveying the bar, she looked over toward the booths.

And her heart stopped.

The man was sitting alone in a booth, tucked into the corner, but he was visible enough that she recognized him as he lifted his drink in greeting. Oh she recognized him. How could she not?

As an aspiring singer/songwriter, there was no way she couldn’t recognize him, the guy was one of the most famous names in the industry. 

Arobynn Hamel.

He was one of the most successful music moguls around. His record label housed the biggest talent, had the most connections, had everything you could want as a new artist. And he was here. And he bought her a drink.

Aelin watched as he took a sip, before blinking and turning back to the bartender, processing everything. What the hell?

Should she go over there? 

Yes, was her immediate answer. But even when she got her drink, she hesitated. What would she even say? What did he want? What, what, what.

So many questions, and not nearly enough answers. 

Lifting her chin up, she clutched her old fashioned tightly, pushing herself to a stand. He’d bought her a drink, he could explain why.

Her other hand was tight on her tote bag as she made her way away from the bar and to the booths on the side. Arobynn Hamel was sitting casually in one, his arm draped around the back of his bench, his other holding his drink. It was some sort of cocktail, but she didn’t know enough about alcohol to identify it.

“Miss Galathynius,” he greeted, gesturing for her to sit down across from him, and she blinked in surprise as she did. The wood was uncomfortable underneath her, but she barely noticed. “The lovely manager said your name as you got on stage,” he added a tad sarcastically, answering her unspoken question.

“You’ve been here since then?” Aelin asked, her voice slightly tight. She’d been performing for almost an hour, though she was sure she would’ve noticed had he come in in the middle of her set. But it made her a bit queasy knowing he’d been watching her sing the whole time. Queasy with nerves, wondering exactly what he was thinking. If he was impressed.

“Indeed,” he said, lifting his chin and looking at her, as if appraising her. She shifted a bit nervously. There was a moment of silence, and she sipped at her drink waiting for him to say something. “Did you write all of those songs yourself?” 

Aelin nodded, setting her glass down on the lacquered table. “Yes,” she added, effectively repeating herself. “I write all of my own music.” 

He hummed in contemplation, and she just stared. Arobynn Hamel was a remarkably famous man, but he was also remarkably private. Everyone knew what he looked like and how he made money, but no one really knew anything about him.

It was surreal to have him sitting in front of her.

“At Hamel Records, we pride ourselves on having both accomplished singers and songwriters,” he said, and her heart nearly stopped. “I believe you fit that criteria.”

Aelin realized she was gaping, and quickly shut her mouth, clearing her throat. To hide how shocked she was she took another sip of her drink. 

“You just met me,” she finally settled on, her voice tight. “And no offense, but why are you here? It’s not the most glamorous location.”

She winced a bit, realizing the impertinence, but he just chuckled, the sound rumbling across the table. There was still loud raucous going on in the rest of the bar, but she could barely hear it, almost like a wall had gone up between this table and everyone else, sealing them off from the rest of the world.

“I like to stop in places like this,” Arobynn answered, lifting the hand draped over the bench to idly gesture to the rest of the bar. “To scout out new talent.” He quirked an auburn brow. “I may be the boss but I like to have a more personal touch on everything.”

Aelin nodded slowly. That made sense.

“So what do you say?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Are you interested?”

“What?” She croaked out, adrenaline racing through her body. He just chuckled again.

“Where do you want to be in five years?” He asked, leaning forward a bit, one arm on the table. “Where do you see yourself?”

Aelin considered the question for a second, her heart pounding as she answered. “I want to be a star.”

He smiled, resting back against the bench. “I can make that happen.” 

She wanted so desperately to say yes, to take whatever half baked deal he was offering her and hope it turned into more, but -

“I’m already signed to a label,” she said so quietly she was nearly whispering. “My first album is out through them. Blue Jeans; Blue Ocean Records.” They’d been the only ones interested in her two years ago, when she first began desperately hunting for someone to sign her. This hadn’t been an option then. Arobynn fucking Hamel hadn’t been sitting across from her, asking if she was interested in making a deal.

Of course she was. But it was too late.

Arobynn just winked, pulling out a business card and a pen from the inside pocket of his jacket. He set it on the table, clicking the pen and writing something down on the back of it. 

“Here,” he said, tucking his pen back in his jacket and sliding the card across the table toward her. Aelin pried it off the sticky lacquer with one hand, feeling faint. “If you’re still interested, meet me there tomorrow night at 10 pm. Tell the bouncer you’re with Arobynn Hamel.” 

He stood up from the table, straightening his jacket, and looked down at her. She could barely breathe.

“We’ll see what we can do about making you a star,” he said, and then he was leaving. His sleek silhouette as he headed toward the door far contrasted the rest of the bar, and all she could do was stare as he left.  She needed to write a song about this feeling, something she’d never felt before. The feeling that finally, finally, something in her life was going to change.

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[animextears]

fawna I was meant to send you this yesterday but I feel like I’m going crazy bc I can’t stop thinking about the smoky taste on kenma’s lips after kissing him because of the whiskey… his lips are probably slightly cold because of the ice too hddgjjgdsgjjf

you really know how to heighten the senses 😩 help

timeskip!kenma x reader : * :

warnings: 18+ only, smut, alcohol, kenma filling your oral fixation, tongue suck, implied temperature play, nipple play, calls you ‘kitten’ once, you’re just,,, kind of in love with kenma ok

based off of a conversation we had about this kenma fanart below linked to twitter (not a repost, it's a preview of an embedded link) :

wc: 1k

-:*:-:*:-:*:- “what? feeling needy, baby?” asking in that smooth hush of a voice he unyieldingly speaks through, swirling the tawny liquid around the fine-cut glass in his grasp.

There, sitting with a lean of seduction, is CEO Kenma. CEO Kenma who surprisingly owns a large cabinet filled absolutely with a fine collection of glittering cognac and whiskey. CEO Kenma who opens it up any chance he gets to relax, even if just to admire it. And you, who only wants to be part of his moments of leisure, too.

He sips at the lip, slurping slightly, not taking his coolly amused eyes off of you. “Need me?” Asking again, mischievously, with calm.

“Y-you’ve just—” you respond, trying to stomp out the whimper that threatens to come out far too desperately, “you’ve just been a little busier than usual lately and I was just wondering...when it’s my turn to play.”

“You wanna play, baby?” The lag of the clink clink clink from the rounded ice cubes swish along with the motion of his hand that teases.

“Mhm.” - It lights you up.

Oh—your little nod with the widening of your sweetly pleading eyes are so unbearably cute to him right now.

The sight of it nearly has him lunging for your waist. It’s a soft grip, with a stern and swift pull, inward towards his lap to straddle him. Your ass hits his thighs pleasingly as a tiny little noise escapes your throat at the drop and your craving fingers grasp around his ribs with an aroused squeeze.

“You like that?” Kenma’s hands respond to yours with a strong squeeze to your thighs, then gives the very tip of your chin a small, slow and loving, open-mouthed kiss, the whole of your body thrumming with heat.

Glancing down at the glass, you are teasingly quiet, “I think what you like is this whiskey, maybe a bit more than me.” You retort in jest with a smile, tucking long dark strands behind his ear. “You’re usually drinking that one. Is it your favorite or something?”

“Wanna find out?” He hums. “Have a taste, if you’d like.”

It’s only in vain when you go to reach for the glass because his firm grip rapidly clasps at your hand with a playful clap, catching it, to the point of startling you. Your surprise has you snapping your eyes over to his, and he murmurs, “Not like that.” Lightly shaking his head, his long locks lilting in tandem.

“You wanted to play. Let’s play.”

The soft hand he caught is placed down on your lap, his other cupping at your face with a thumb smoothing over the soft cheek.

“I know you like it when that pretty mouth of yours gets to play, baby,” now tenderly thumbing at your bottom lip, “like it when it's full...getting stuffed, so let’s try it this way...”

He takes another sip, letting the fluid rest still and heavy in his mouth, just for a moment, before gulping it down. Setting the glass back onto the mirrored table, two of his fingers dip into the glass, swishing them along the liquid, then lifting both with satisfaction as wet trickles run down, hovering both digits just over his mouth.

“Taste here, kitten...suck my tongue.”

His lips spread apart to reveal the slow dart of his red tongue, smoothly sliding whiskey-stained fingers down its length, eyeing you like a feline transfixed with every miniscule shift of expression on your face.

F-fuck. All you’re able to feel next are your pupils dilating. The only thing you can conceive of at this moment is his careful downward motion over cushiony wetness—hot and inviting. Your head is dizzying, the love in your heart involuntarily surging, with a keen focus on the sweet sheen of his mouth.

You lean forward as if pulled by the draw of a magnet to wrap lovely lips at the back of his tongue, around the fattiest girth of wet plush, able to meet his bottom lip from there. His lip is still icy to the touch against your own, from the last chilly sip he took. The cold feels almost electric, a spark that nicely contrasts the warmth of his spirit-trickled tongue. The subtly mixed sensations tickle at your spine and your upswing of pleasure.

The drag of your mouth, sucking around the muscle, is softly pulling and pumping onto syrupy, oaky-smoky flavor. Moans of desire breathily match one another before Kenma’s impatience to have all of you overwhelms him as he grabs at your jaw to swallow your last muffled moan into a highly sensual kiss.

"...Mnfph, fuck, baby." He groans, when your fingers pleasurably dig into his back.

He pulls away, only out of mild curiosity for your thoughts.

“So...verdict?” Eyes hazy like the misty fog of autumn, searching into yours.

“Tastes as good as you, just a bit spicier.” You speak onto his lips.

“Shit.” He hisses out the word. The answer has him running a fever with a deep dig of his fingers into the fleshiest parts of your ass.

“Mmm, ok, my turn.” He mutters, as you squirm a bit against the hardness of his erect cock beneath you. “Take off your shirt.” He gently commands, running hands up your rib cage underneath the blouse to trap tits that already pose tiny hardened peaks, rubbing and rolling his palms onto your flesh, ignited in a way that has you unabashedly mewling from the strong embers aflame on your skin. “Gonna rub the ice on your nipples now, ‘kay, baby?...” He nearly whispers in your ear.

Your body involuntarily clenches, releasing a pleased low moan onto his neck.

“...then, I’m gonna lick n’ suck the drip right off of them.”

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liner notes: shoutout to @tojidreams for looking this over <3 @anime-nymph for assuring me that tongue sucking is hot and workable in fiction, lol, and @hisvillainess for always bein my sweetest partner in crime, my heart to u. network: @hqintheclub

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Yandere Josuke (18+)x Female reader

Y/N is a stand user and kept it a secret from Josuke, after being kidnapped and escaping the house hidden from the city while Josuke was sleep, Y/N runs into the woods unaware her captor is tailing behind her it's now fight or flight mode

new emoji idea fear play 🕸️, 🥐,🍌

“Let me make love to you, over and over and over again. I just want to make you feel loved. Please.”

"Do you really think you could escape"

Yandere Josuke x reader (18+)

📦Summary📦:Y/n takes the chance to escape with a stand she has kept as a secret from Josuke. What she doesn’t know is he has been tailing her.

📦Warnings📦:Fear play, manipulation, kidnapping, non-con, nsfw, stalking, coercion, cunnilingus,slight breeding kink

📦Propmt📦:🥧+🥐+🍌

🎀A/n🎀:I changed the emoji for fear play to fit in with the food theme that’s what the 🥧 is. Sorry if this is long I really liked this request and ran with it. 

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Run bunny, run

 You sprinted straight out of the house Josuke imprisoned you in hidden deep within the woods about an hour ago while he was asleep. Through the grass, the mud, the blood, but it was all worth it. You are now closer than ever to gaining freedom, the freedom you have craved for the moment Josuke entered your vicinity.

  Josuke cut all ties with your family, your friends, everyone, harboring you like a hostile criminal. Josuke placed locks on every door in the house, boarded up the windows, disconnecting phone lines. He burned every piece of clothing you own and all forms of entertainment replacing them with cook books, baby books, and housewife styled clothing. An obvious manipulation tactic for Josuke as he attempts to mold you into his perfect, dotting little wife.

  Josuke’s agenda initiated the moment you met. Every detail planned to the ‘t’. What you once believed was an innocent encounter revealed to be a ploy, a strategic move for a disturbing scheme. 

Step one: The meeting

6 months ago...

“Are you- but sir I... yes I understand perfectly.... yes.... okay.. anything you need sir. I will have the- hello? Damn!” You chucked your phone straight into the brick wall of the cafe you are standing outside of. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The CEO of the reporting company you work for has requested you immediately end the investigation on the stand arrows passing through the city of Morioh. The report you worked on for about 7 weeks.

Logically it made sense to report on the situation because you have like many been struck with a stand arrow. The arrow has granted you a stand you rarely use in public.

  “Bullshit!” You harshly turned around slapping a cup of coffee straight out of a mans hand. “Oh my god..” The coffee drenched his white dress shirt and dripped down his suit pants. “I am so sorry, it wasn’t my intention to hit you.” You zipped open your purse and extracted three spare napkins you stored.

 You moved closer to the man patting his torso down with the napkins. “I’m extremely sorry sir, I wasn’t paying attention. Again so sorry.”

 “Don’t fret darling, I’m on my way to work I can receive a change of clothes there.” You analyzed the mans appearance. The odd styling of his hair, the light blush that graced his wonderfully sculpted features, his crystal blue eyes. He is definitely handsome that’s for sure.

“We both should get going, wouldn’t want to be late!” You in turn flashed a warm grin, turning around to walk away when he stopped you.

  “Wait! I believe you owe me a coffee.” You chuckled and nodded your head.

“Why yes, I think I do. Here is my number, text me when you are free we should meet up some time.” You scribbled your number on a notepad ripped the page and handed it to him. “Bye now.”

“Goodbye!”

Present day...

As you continued on venturing further into the thick gloomy forest you made sure to pay attention to all sounds produced no matter how minuscule they may be. You strived to be extra cautious as to not alert your captor. Your stand has multiple abilities. One of the most useful skill is advanced hearing. You were careful, discreet just like your stand, attempting to limit the unnatural sounds generated from your harsh movements. You planned out your escape like Josuke planned your kidnapping, outstandingly thorough.

Step two: Increase interactions, and establish a trust worthy connection.

5 months ago...

“Josuke are you sure?” You questioned hidden behind the white door.

“Of course I am, now come out I won't bite.” Josuke is lounging on the black couch positioned in front of the sealed door, a glass of white wine in hand. “Come out darling.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” You asked again pacing back and forth in the closeted space.

“You can always trust me, you know I would never lie to you.”

“Ok, I trust you.” You couldn’t see it behind the door but a prominent smirk appeared on Josuke’s face. After regaining your composure you slowly unlocked the door and stepped out. 

“Don’t judge, what do you think?”

“Gorgeous.” The tight scarlet red dress accentuated your curves, a wonderful sight the young man enjoyed. Joskue picked out the dress himself and boy was he loving it. “Come closer, I want to get a better look.” You shyly stepped forward. “Spin for me.” You slowly twirled as requested. 

The silky fabric and low cut ‘v’ line exposed you in ways you haven’t experienced. With what your job entailed you usually covered up. Always being on the run as a reporter its easier to wear more comfortable clothing. “Well?” You turned back to face him. “Do you...like it?”

“I love it! My only concern is there’s no one worthy enough to witness such beauty.” You blushed at his flirtatious remark.

“This is definitely the one! It will be great for the interview. We should get going. Now I know if I’m ever in need of fashion advice I’ll call you.” Josuke smiled.

Present day...

During your escape you made sure to stop for a brief moment to collect the markers you placed the night before as an indication of the path back to the city. That was the only way to erase the trace you may leave behind. You wanted under no circumstance to be found after spending weeks planning the perfect escape, also making sure to never reveal your stand.

Step three: Comfort in time of need

4 months ago...

“Josuke, I thought he liked me.” Currently you both are seated on your comfortable bed with his arms enveloped around you. Your runny mascara stained his shirt as you continuously cried. 

“I know you did. This is why you shouldn’t have gone, you should have listened to me. I warned you before. You claim you trust me then still proceeded to continue the date.” You nodded in agreement. Josuke is correct, you continued communicating to the man who initially asked you out despite being aware of his status as a notorious playboy, at least according to Josuke.

When you arrived to the dinner date you waited a couple of hours before reaching the conclusion you had been stood up. You were absolutely humiliated. Josuke warned you multiple times but you didn’t listen.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I should have listened.” He happily hummed. Josuke bribed the man with one simple swish of his fingers. Now here you are vulnerable and in need of comfort. 

“Don’t worry I forgive you. You need to understand, I should be the only one you trust, everyone else will lie to you. Do you see anyone else here to comfort you? No because only I will ever care for you.” 

  “Thank you.” You sniffled. 

Present day...

Your exhaustion increased by the minute. Your body aches from being on the move so long. Your feet burned from the sting of the sharp sticks and tree trunks you’ve had to trek through, and your hands bruised as you’ve used them to detect the path way.

But, under no circumstance could you stop. The fear of Josuke’s future plans stirred you on. Recently he has tried to impregnate you that could not happen. You didn’t want a family with this psycho so you continued on.

Step four: make a romantic move

3 months ago...

“What’s so wrong about it? Honestly it’s true.” You giggled leaning your head on Josuke’s muscular arm. The two of you are walking through the clean streets of Morioh after Josuke insisted you both go on an outing.

“Josuke, you are nuts. Mystery movies are the best. The threats characters experience attempting to solve cases are intriguing.” Josuke scoffed.

“No way romantic movies are the best.” Josuke abruptly stopped walking and pivoted your body to face him. “The stories are beautiful don’t you think? Everyone has a soulmate they just need to find them.”

“Soulmate? Josuke you believe in soulmates?”

“Yes don’t you?” Josuke believes it’s confirmed you are his soulmate. All he needs is for you to realize it for yourself. That’s what this little date is for.

“No I don’t. There are 7 billion people in the world how can only one person be right for you? To me soulmates are a myth.”

“What’s so wrong about people finding their one true love.” He stepped dangerously closer to your face his breath fanning your lips. “Don’t you believe there’s someone out there for everyone?” His crystal blue eyes gazed into your e/c ones as he slowly moved his hands to grip your waist.

Instinctively you hooked your arms around his neck bringing him impossibly closer. Josuke smirked before locking his lips with your’s. Once you pulled away you gasped for air. “I guess I do.” You smiled and propped up on your toes to steal another kiss.

“Come we should get going it will be late soon.” Josuke grasped your hand in his and both of you continued your peaceful walk.

Present day...

You stopped running, attempting to intake oxygen. The earthy smell flooding your system was refreshing. Josuke usually kept you pent up in the house only occasionally letting you leave. The privilege was granted when you’ve been on your best behavior.

Josuke loved you compliant and bending to his every whim. The easiest way to force you into complying with his bidding usually involved threatening your family. At first you didn’t believe the accusations until he brought you down to his basement showcasing the shrine he created of you. Incorporating detailed personal information of your family members. Including their addresses, siblings, children, place of work, every detail possible to know he obtained.

You prayed your choices wouldn’t lead to a sudden death within your family however knowing Josuke you understood if you didn’t get away now he would likely attack your family. You need to reach them before Josuke is able to reach you. Up ahead is a grassy field littered with beautiful flowers: red, pink, white roses, dandelions, lilies. The trees are cleared out and in its place is a lake. When Josuke first took you here you believed the scenery was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever encountered, now you view it as a never ending maze.

Step five: Seal the deal

2 months ago...

Josuke was loving the intimate moments you two shared as lovers, but he wanted more, no he needed more. His hunger for contact is what drove Josuke to invite you to his penthouse.

The doorbell ringing bought his attention back to the present. “Coming!” Josuke stood up jogged to the door twisted the knob and swung it open.

You stood there in a beautiful short black skirt paired with a mini white lace top. “Hi Josuke! Can I come in?” Josuke moved to the side allowing you to enter. As you passed he picked up on the wonderful vanilla fragrance you’ve applied.

After closing the door Josuke grabbed your hand. “Come sit on the balcony with me. One of my chefs have prepared dishes for our date.” You complied and he walked you both outside.

You took a seat near the ledge of the clear glass fence. “Well we should begin eating.” You nodded, picked up a fork and dug into the spaghetti set out in front of you.

“This taste delicious Josuke.”

After devouring the dishes Josuke lead you to his master bedroom and sat you on his bed as he searched for an object.

“Ok here it is.” Josuke seated himself next to you and handed you a black velvet box.

“Josuke you didn’t have to buy me anything you know.”

“I know but I love you, open the gift.” A month and he already knows he loves you? Isn’t that odd? Regardless you opened the box.

“Do you like it?” Josukes voice was laced with uncertainty.

You extracted a stunning diamond necklace. “Oh Josuke,” You glanced into his beautiful sapphire eyes and smiled, “I love it. Can you help me put it on?” You pivoted your body as Josuke shifted your hair to the front hooking the piece of jewelry around your neck before you turned back around to face him.

Josuke hesitantly leaned in your noses softly touching, you tilted your head slightly to the right and he tilted his in the opposite direction before pressing his lips to yours.

In a few minutes a minuscule kiss blossomed into a passionate make out session. Josuke shifted his left hand to your waist flipping you under him without breaking the kiss.

Finally Josuke will receive what he craves without damaging his six step plan. “Josuke.... I don’t think I’m ready. It’s just I’ve never done this before.”

You looked everywhere but at his face. Josuke took matters into his own hands and softly cupped your cheeks with his hand forcing you to face him. “That’s ok, I want you to know I would never hurt you. I love you to much to hurt you.” A gentle smile graced Josuke’s face as he dragged his hand to the pendant he gifted. “This is a symbol of my love for you.” You smiled in turn.

“If your nervous about safety don’t worry I have condoms here. We can go slow and you can tell me what makes you comfortable.”

“Ok I trust you.”

Present day

You continued trudging up to the stream. It’s extremely peaceful tonight the only audible sounds are the distant howling of the wolves, the flowing water, and the grasshoppers chirping. Once reaching the river you bent down cupped your hands and dumped them into the stream to fill your palms with the icy liquid. You gulped down the water, soothing your scratchy, dry throat in the process.

After chugging the water you plopped your bare feet into the river. As much as you crave escaping your body desperately requires a break or you wouldn’t be able to proceed. The icy water felt amazing against your irritated, bloody skin.

You sighed happily dreaming of your new life without Josuke. Granted he would never stop searching for you forcing you to flee the country and never look back, besides that it would be a small price to pay for freedom.

Step six: The kidnapping

1 month & 2 weeks...

“Out of town? I have work Josuke, don’t you?”

“Y/n, I’m positive you are able to skip work to spend time with your lovely, handsome, caring boyfriend.” Josuke slowly kisses down your neck reducing you to nothing but playful giggles.

“Only you, me and the outdoors?” You tugged at Josuke’s hair to halt his actions.

“Yes, the two of us no distractions and no company.”

“It’s only going to be a few days?” Josuke’s bright smile faltered for a second before he caught himself.

“Yes of course.” You smiled before pulling his face closer to kiss him. “Now come, I will start us a warm bath then I will help you pack.” You nodded and stood up pushing yourself off the bed.

Present day…

You should have never stepped foot on this property. The moment you arrived you’ve sealed your fate, you were Josuke’s property.

The snap of a branch brought you back to the present, you immediately tensed up. Chances are the noise was caused by a wild animal but you didn’t want to wait and see. So you stood up and slowly backed away from the river.

It was radio silent even while using your stand you couldn’t sense anyone. That is until you felt a pair of muscular hands tightly grip your shoulders. “Do you really think you can escape?”

��Shit he found me!’

You have two choices; stay with him hopefully calming him down or run the hell away. You chose the latter and began running as quickly as you could.

Your stand allowed you to dodge ever advance from crazy diamond. You leaped over a fallen tree and slid in the mud continuously searching for the best possible way to escape.

“Y/n if you don’t come back right now your punishment will be much worse.”

“Leave me alone!” You spun searching for Josuke but he wasn’t visible. ‘Where did he go?’ When you turned back you ran face first into Josuke’s firm chest.

Before you could run again Josuke wrapped his arms tightly around your smaller figure. “I don’t understand why you would run away Y/n? Don’t I give you everything?”

You were silent not moving an inch. “Your attempt at running away was absolutely hilarious I had to humor it for a little before I caught you. Did you really believe I would allow you to leave, hmm?”

Josuke patiently waited for your answer. When you didn’t reply he lifted your chin to look you in the eye. You mumbled a ‘no’ in response.

“Now, I might as well deliver your punishment out here.” Josuke bent down to your level and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you.”

You vigorously shook your head ‘no’. “No Josuke not out here!”

“You hauled us both out here it’s only fitting.” Josuke slammed you against a large oak tree using his arms and legs to keep you in place. He slid his right hand underneath his oversized shirt he’s lended to you teasingly ghosting his fingers over your clit through your lacy panties.

“Josuke, I don’t want this why won’t you listen to me?”

“I love you, don’t you know that? I want you safe and you are safe with me.”

“Josuke this is not love! This is the works of a psycho.” Josuke growled quickly moving his hand to your neck applying heavy pressure.

“I am not a psycho! I love you! Let me make love to you, over, and over, and over again. I just want to make you feel loved, please.”

“No! I hate you!” The minute those words tumbled out of your mouth you regretted it. Josuke gripped your neck tighter lifting your head to look him straight in the eye. You could feel the fury radiating off his body.

“Say that again. Say that one more fucking time!” You were terrified, sure Josuke has gotten angry, but he’s never snapped before. Tears bubbled in your eyes, and it wasn’t long till they streamed down your face. This side of Josuke was violent and frightening, you’d prefer clingy, obsessive Josuke any day.

“Pretty girl are you scared? Does the big bad Josuke scare you?” Josuke roared with laughter he loved you like this, scared and weak. “Good, now you remember how to behave correct? If I let you go will you run?”

“N-No.” Josuke hummed in approval before releasing your throat and stepping back.

“All that chasing has got me riled up. I believe I deserve a prize for winning don’t I? You see I was planning on being lenient with the punishment but seeing as you prefer to be blatantly disrespectful it appears I will have to be more strict this time around. Strip for me.”

“I don’t… w-want to.”

“And I don’t c-care, strip now.” Josuke commanded. You do not want to upset Josuke further so you slowly slid your panties down your thighs stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. You hesitated before reaching the hem of the shirt pulling it over your head. Your nude body on full display to Josuke.

Josuke smirked before stepping close again. “I have to say I am quite impressed with your attempt at running darling. With both of our stands the probability of our heir developing a stand has increased! Isn’t that amazing?”

“Josuke I don’t wa—” Josuke plunged a slim, pale finger into your cunt, creating wet squelching noises as he pumped his finger in and out gaining a fast pace.

“Look at that, and you say you don’t want this you’re practically sucking me in.” You bit your lip in an attempt to prevent unsolicited moans from exiting as Josuke easily slipped another finger into your awaiting cunt.

“Josuke, Josuke, please,” it was difficult to string a sentence together let alone two words with the delicious stimulation Josuke provided. “N’ more.”

“Please, more? You like this don’t you? Like how I’m fucking you on my fingers?” All you could provide as a response is a series of involuntary moans. You draped your arms around Josuke’s neck in an attempt to hold yourself up.

“Don’t worry I won’t be too rough. Just relax I’ll take care of you.” Drunk on pleasure you nodded yes and threw your head back. Josuke rubs his thumb in circular motions on your clit.

You arched your back, biting down hard on your bottom lip as a coil in your stomach formed. The contrast of his cold finger inside your warm cunt is to much of an exhilarating feeling to deny the evident pleasure Josuke provided.

Josuke’s chest swelled with pride watching your blissed out face. He quickened his pace determined to bring you to the end. “Gonna cum sweet girl? Gonna cum on my fingers? Cum then, cum on my fingers.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore you released a loud moan as your juices coated Josuke’s fingers and dripped to the forest floor.

Josuke removed his fingers from your cunt licking the liquid off his fingers before slipping his pajama pants and boxers off just enough for his cock to spring free. The sight of Josuke’s pulsing, leaking cock snapped you back into reality.

“No, no Josuke, no.” Josuke pumped his cock a few times before wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Sshh, I won remember it’s time I collect my prize. I’ll go nice and slow.” Josuke lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed the vibrant red tip of his into your warm cunt.

Your spongey walls stretched perfectly to fit Josuke’s dick. Josuke groaned once he was fully sheathed in your tight hole. You hadn’t realize you were crying till after Josuke wiped a few stray tears from your face.

To provide some form of comfort Josuke slowly kissed down your neck whispering how much he loves you. He waited a few seconds before slowly thrusting in and out of your pussy.

Your moans of pleasure are muffled by a passionate kiss as Josuke picked up the pace, continuing the harsh rhythm from before Josuke watched your face contort into one of pure bliss.

“You look so beautiful like this y/n. So fucking—ah— beautiful. Taking my cock so well. I’m going to breed you full of children, then we can really have a mmph family.” The sheer glory of having Josuke’s cock stuffed in your tight hole clouded your mind with lust. No longer did you imagine of a life without Josuke, no longer did you cry from the agony of Josuke recapturing you, all you thought about is Josuke.

Josuke and his amazing dick, Josuke and his loving nature, Josuke and his thoughtful actions, Josuke and the wonderful life he has planned for you both. At least for now you could pretend everything was ok, that you aren’t trapped in a house for months with no human interaction besides Josuke.

With a strategic thrust of his hips Josuke ruts deeper into your tight cunt, bumping the tip of his leaking cock against the all to familiar spot that has you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you release strangled moans.

“Atta girl, let me hear all your sweet sounds.” Josuke continues slamming into your g-spot edging you on.

“Right there, mmm right there.” Josuke brought his lips to your neglected tits roughly suckling on one of the two. The familiar coil forms once again in your stomach as Josuke switches to your other breast.

“ ‘m gonna cum, Josuke ‘m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me baby.” As if on command sticky opaque liquid squirted from your tight hole. After a few more rough thrusts Josuke came in your cunt stilling his movements to be sure all his sperm will not leak out.

“Good girl baby, gonna be such a good mommy.”

[mminttae]

Blanket Of Lavender Scent

-> Pairing : Jimin x Reader

-> Genre : fluff fluff!, fluffy Jiminie, extra clingy Jimin cause he missed you a lot, Jimin wants cuddles, lavender and vanilla scented tees are perfect for eachother

-> Summary : After two weeks of attending meetings in a business trip Jimin is finally home and craves for your attention but you want to simply watch a movie..

-> Word count : 2.334K

-> A/N here's a Jimin one shot for y'all to enjoy until I actually finish writing the first chap of Jimin's series. Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Song recs ( to make your reading time more fun) - Serendipity\Serendipity instrumental - Jimin

Around 7pm 

You sit on the large sofa and look outside the window, the chilly weather outside making the window glass a bit blurry. Judging on how the weather is getting colder day by day you thought it wouldn’t even take one full day for the snowflakes to start decorating the window panes. An uncomfortable silence took over the apartment. Only the clock ticking could be heard. You kept glancing from the clock to the entrance door thinking if time slowed down. Diverting your gaze towards your phone you think perhaps his flight has been delayed or maybe he’s stuck in traffic. He did say that he would visit you first after stepping out from the airport. Did that bastard lie to me? there are possibilities of him lying to you based on how he loves seeing you get angry and all pouty, well yes you are indeed angry now. Just when you were about to call him the doorbell rang making you quickly get up from your seat and run towards the door. 

“What took you so long?!!-- “ You slightly shout as soon as you open the door but become silent when you notice  there’s no one in the doorway. you step out a bit and look to the corridor on your right but there was no one. You were about to turn around to check your left when two big arms wrapped around your waist, back hugging you. Your breath hitched but later relaxed when the familiar lavender cologne hit your nose. Your favourite scent of all time. Resting his chin on your shoulder he whispers in your ear, “missed me?” You brought your hand towards his and started fiddling with the silver promise ring he was wearing. You had the same one too. “no,” you whispered back to him making him give a small sweet laugh followed with a peck on your cheek. “Says the person who kept texting me to come back quickly.” He said while tightening the hug, your cheeks now warm with a soft rosy blush. OH hell YESS you missed him! But maybe he missed you more. Or maybe both of you missed eachother equally. You break free from his arms and turn around to look at him now for real not through video calls. His blonde soft fluffy bangs covering his forehead, his eyes turning to crescent moons  as soon as the corner of his lips turned up. “Jimin..” you take hold of his hand,(more like a sweater paw holding another sweater paw A/N : thaT’S sO cUtE uWu ok um back to the story AhEM)  “lets go inside” you pull him inside your comfy apartment and close the door. 

“Why does two weeks feel like two months” Jimin chuckles while saying , leaning on the back of the couch seeing your busy back as you take hold of a mug and pour in the peach juice which you made. (Jimin loveeeeesss the peach drinks you makes , he loves you too ;) ) Handing him the mug you speak, “maybe cause we never went without seeing each other over five days.”  Taking a sip from his favourite drink he replies “four days was the highest.” “It could have been if you didn’t ditch me for your video game,” you rolled your eyes making your way to the couch, Jimin following you with a pout and murmuring ‘it wasn’t my fault that I forgot, Jungkook and Taehyung practically went on their knees to make me play with them”  your lips break into a small smile but quickly went to poker face, you missed his whining and ofcourse that smoll pout. You looked on your side to see Jimin waddling like a duckling towards you before sitting down on the couch and pulling you on his lap, hugging you by your waist and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your vanilla scent. 

“why are you late?” you ask, playing with his soft hair. “I lost my suitcase.” 

“stop joking” 

“I’m not” . 

You look down at his face, a bit innocence can be seen in his eyes. You scoff in disbelief bringing your hands to yourself from his shoulder.

Okay he’s not joking . 

You get up from his lap and sit a bit far from him (not too far though). “Y/N....?” Jimin shakes you by your shoulder but you don’t response . “Is my Y/N-ie angwy?” Jimin asks in a cute way in hopes of melting your anger away. He knew damn well that your anger doesn’t stand a chance against his cuteness. There was a moment of silence. Jimin kept poking your arm and kept calling your name but seeing no response he started slightly slapping your arm while giving his own background music and THAT’S when you snapped. “Are you- are you a kid?!!? HOW CAN YOU LOOSE A SUITCASE AGAIN YOU FU---” you stop when your eyes meet his puppy eyes. I shouldn’t have raised my voice dangit. Jimin’s lips curled to a pout and he stared at you like a baby about to burst into tears. You were having human glitch, you cleared your throat and sat down normally infront of him instead of standing on the couch. “Bu-but I found it again after asking the customer service system for help..” he said with a pout while fiddling with his fingers. You knew well that the stuttering was an act afterall you’ve been together for more than a year now. Your anger over Jimin loosing his suitcase would sound dramatic to many people but your anger ofcourse had reasons. This might be the 20th time he lost his suitcase ( the only difference today is that he found it again). Everytime he looses he buys MORE THAN EXPENSIVE ones and and like his suitcase contains his clothes??? files and documents too??? Does he have the Namjoon disease now?

You heave out a sigh once seeing him still sitting with a pout and stealing glances at you. You move towards him and lean in to leave a small kiss on his pouty lips. You pull away and found jimin following your lips, he definitely wants more. You chuckle and pat his head “be careful with your things from next time kay?” Jimin is like a lost friendly puppy but when it came to work he would become a wolf seconds. If anyone hears about his clumsiness they would start doubting if he’s really the CEO of the 2nd most popular and big company in the country. He snaked his hand around your waist pulling you closer, using his other free hand to tug a loose strang of your hair behind your ear then he proceeded with caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I promise I’ll be careful from next time, love” he whispered as his eyes travelled down to your lips. He slowly started leaning in BUT BUT you felt like TEASING him :) You pushed away his hand and got up from sitting making your boyfriend frown and... unhappy... “Why the pizza ain’t here yet?” you question yourself seeing the clock it was about time for your pizza order to arrive. Jimin ofcourse didn’t give a damn about pizza. He just wanted you, close to him. He tried holding your hand and pulling you towards him but your quick sensing ability made you walk away saying that you better start taking out plates for the meal, loud enough for your now grumpy and pouty boyfriend to hear. He stands up mumbling some rubbish under his breath, scoffs towards you before walking towards your room to grab a blanket knowing that you would want to watch a movie while having dinner. Jimin obviously has different plans. CUDDLESS!!

Time Skip ~ 

Lights off, all cuddled up sitting infront of the tv screen. You both wrapped around a blanket, Jimin’s arms wrapped around, his chin resting on your shoulder, his toe grazing yours. Although you both were stuck like glue to eachother Jimin wasn’t that happy. The pout on his face didn’t really get noticed by you as you were too focus on the movie playing infront of you. Out of excitement of spending time with you after a long time he forgot your love for the marvel series and clicked on the play button. Sigh. “Y/N..” Jimin trails off nuzzling to you. you hum  as a response to which he sighed ( might be the 30th sigh since the movie started) “ baby look at me..” he says giving you a peck under your ear. “What is it?” you ask in a voice that speaks ‘ I’m not that interested in what you’re about to say.’ “You acted like you were about to take a plane and come to me when I was away but now you’re not even giving slight look to me” he whines removing the blanket away and sitting up straight but your face still fixated on the tv screen. “ I doubt you even missed me hmph “ his chest went up and down as he folded his arms and looked away from you, guess he shouldn’t have done that cause the second he looked away you looked at him. You couldn’t help but stiffle a smile at the sight of his puffed cheeks. You tried unfolding his arms but instead he swatted your hand away. “ Ofcourse baby i missed you” you cooed to him to which he replied with “you’re a bad girlfriend.” You just laughed before going “oh my godd the war started!” and focusing back to the tv. Jimin scoffed in disbelief once seeing you. He never once hated a tv this much. He once again leaned on your shoulder ( angry or not he can’t stay away from you). Muttering a no to himself he moved away from you and leaned on the couch hand. Even though his whole being was itching to feel your warmth his ego kept him away. But your lips forming a smile didn’t go unnoticed by him.

25 minutes before the ending of the movie

You stretched your arms and looked at your now sleeping fluff ball boyfriend beside you. He must be tired from the journey. He is tired but still wanted to spend time with you. A sudden hint of guilt hit you as you got reminded of his whining to turn your attention on him. You leaned towards him and gently brushed his bangs away AND--- OH HE’S NOT SLEEPING. You blink a couple of times staring at his face when you realize he’s trying to not smile. Jimin you sly fox. You were about tell him to stop acting when a sudden idea popped up in your head making you smirk to yourself. You move back from him and fake a yawn, pretending sleepy you say to yourself knowing he’s hearing, ”what to do I was planning on giving Jiminie hugs and kisses but he is already sleeping” you spare a glance at him and saw him frowning. You stood up before saying “ I should go to bed as well,” before you could take a step forward his hand pulled you back making you fall on top of him, your hands on his chest supporting you from not falling flat on his face as his arms snaked around your waist hugging you. “You are not going anywhere,” he whispered scanning your features. Your heart beat picked up its speed due to the very small distance between both of you. You have experienced ‘no gap between eachother’ before a lot of times but still to this day you never got to get used to the tension. “I thought you were sleeping..” you say while brushing his soft hair locks away from his eyes. Without saying much Jimin just used his hand to push your head forward as he leaned in as well , connecting both of your lips. This wasn’t just a small kiss or peck , this time it was an actual kiss he wanted to share with you since his arrival here. You craved for it too but didn’t show. Jimin sat up straight before making you comfortably sit on his lap. He broke the kiss for a couple of seconds to whisper “I missed you..” you whispered back “ I missed you too” before joining lips again. Both of your lips fitted eachother perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Your surrounding seemed to have gotten more sweeter due to the lavender smell on Jimin. He smelled like lavender and honey and you loved it. Both of you were enjoying the moment when.....YOU HAD TO GET INTERRUPTED :)) Your phone screen lighted up with the name ‘mom’ on the display as the ringtone took over the comfortable silence making you two break away from eachother. You sigh as Jimin groaned. You were about to reach for the phone when jimin stopped you, he hugged you tightly and said “let’s just continue” with pleading eyes. “Let me just receive the call..” 

“no no no you are finally giving your attention to me I don’t want you to look away” he whined shaking his head.

“If I don’t receive--

“I HATE phones, moms and televisions they keep stealing my Y/N away from me” he pouts, you laugh seeing him get so clingy.

“Why don’t they understand ?!!! Y/N IS MINE!!” he shouts out of frustration and the phone goes to silence at once indicating the call ended. He didn’t get himself for shouting suddenly but he just wanted you to only look at him. “You didn’t had to get worked up babe,” you chuckle to which he reply “your mom is thinking you’re asleep if not then tell her tomorrow you were sleeping.” he say giving a sheepish smile “now where were we?” he asked before attacking you with kisses making you laugh from ticklish feeling. “Ji-Jimin stop it tickles!” the apartment soon gets filled with both yours and Jimin’s laughter and giggles. 

“If you try waking up before me tomorrow I’m going to make sure you don’t get to shower tomorrow” he says playing with your promise ring. “what kind of threat is that?” you ask not getting him. He just simply replied with 

“I love you”

“love you too... Jimin”

[sinner-as-saint]

Power Over Me - 4.

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Previous Parts

Run-through: CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dominant. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect submissive. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are, well, connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in many ways…

Themes throughout the series: dom/sub dynamic, smut, dirty talk, angst, fluff, soft dom!bucky

a/n: this one’s a little long… just a little.

You were a quick learner, Bucky noted.

You were quick in learning his ways, his rules. Mainly because you loved everything about him, and everything which surrounded him. But also, you wanted so desperately to leave the past behind and forget it. And fill your head with much, much better memories. Memories you made with Bucky.

Throughout your first weeks of living together, you and Bucky had quite a few serious talks, and open and honest discussions in his study. You took decisions regarding your relationship together, it was much healthier than anything you’ve had in the past.

You two made a few alterations here and there, regarding his rules. Such as, you genuinely like making meals, so you settled on him being absolutely okay with you cooking at least once a day. He honestly didn’t mind, he just never wanted you to feel like you had to do anything for him.

To which you responded, “I never feel like I have to do it. I truly just want to, think of it as my way of giving back to you for treating me with respect and care, and affection. And for being a shoulder I can lean on, and a friend when I need you to be, and everything else you do for me.” You hoped he could read in between the lines.

Because to you, he was so much more than you put in words. Bucky smiled and approached you, cupping your face in his hands without thinking twice. He stared into your eyes. A deep, long, meaningful stare. Do you have any idea what you do to me? He almost blurred the lines and bend his own rules as he had felt the burning need to lean in and kiss you.

But then he realized that you two were in his study. This area was strictly used for mature, and serious conversation. And he would like to respect that. So he pulled away that day, gently, reluctantly.

 -

Bucky would usually wake up and find you either in your bed, or in the kitchen already – on days when you felt like making breakfast.

One morning he found you in the kitchen, all dressed up, not in your PJs surprisingly. He found you making food and walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. And as he kissed your neck, like he did almost every morning, he found that you weren’t wearing your collar.

Oh?

He pulled away quickly. You felt his hesitation so you turned back around and gave him a proper good morning kiss. You could feel his confusion.

“Remember I said I applied for a job at the publishing company?” you tried to freshen up his memory. Bucky nodded, remembering. “Well, they called yesterday evening to tell me that they accepted my application. And I start today.” You said and waited for his reaction.

His face lit up. “That’s great, baby! See I told you there was nothing to be nervous about.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.” he let his lips linger on your face while his arms wrapped around you. “But why didn’t you tell me yesterday?” he sounded pouty again.

You sighed, looking up at him. “Well, you were stressed out and tired from work, and then we…” you trailed off remembering how last night went…

How as soon as Bucky walked in through the door, he lazily made his way into your arms and gave you a bone-crushing hug and almost shifted all his weight on you. How with just one kiss, you knew what he mean. Playroom, now.  

You remembered how he had taken his time and tied you to the bed again, and how you laid spread eagle all for him to use however he liked. You thought about how he kissed every inch of your body, and how he turned you into a moaning mess just with his kisses. How he had teased you with the fur flogger again, then with the suede one until you cried out in pleasure. Pleasure which blended in so perfectly with the sweet pain.

You remembered how he sat on the dark red couch like it were his throne and how you sat on the floor, on your knees, pleasuring him like you had the night you first met. You remembered his grunts and growls and how he moaned, “Fuck… slow down baby, let me feel you.” he said, with his head thrown back, hands in your hair as he forced your mouth to a stop, lips wrapped around him, his pre cum trickling down your throat…

And how he had taken you hard and relentlessly afterwards; fucking you mercilessly and stretching you out, ramming his cock in and out of you all while calling you his “precious little pearl.” How he had wrapped his hand around your throat gently, kissed your forehead and growled in your ear, “You’re all fucking mine. You hear me?”

And how gentle and loving he had been afterwards, giving you back rubs and massaging your feet and shoulders and telling you how much of a good girl you’ve been to him. And how he tucked you in and played with your hair until you fell asleep.

Bucky’s voice broke you out of your reverie.

He chuckled. “Ah yes, you mean when we didn’t get the chance to talk about each other’s day because I was busy making you scream in my playroom?” he teased. His words made you look down and smile shyly. Your face felt hot all of a sudden. He laughed, “Look at me, angel.”

You looked up and met his ocean blue eyes. The ones you longed to see at the end of the day, the ones which calmed you down, the ones which connected with you in ways no other could.

Bucky spoke up, grabbing your chin between his fingers. “Tell me things. Even when I’m tired, or stressed out or grumpy, I want to talk to you and hear about your day. I want you to share every little thing with me, it makes me happy. Okay, baby?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, and pulled you in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you.” he repeated. And it made you feel all warm and tingly inside.

 -

You thought initially that once you began working, it would somehow affect the amount of time or the relationship you had with Bucky. But that wasn’t the case at all. Bucky made a sort of a plan; each day, he dropped you off to your work building on his way to his office. And he’d pick you up on his way back home.

Once home, the first thing you did was put your collar on and then went about the rest of the evening, with Bucky’s interruption here and there – he’d catch you in the shower sometimes, or in the kitchen because most days you liked to make dinner, which then resulted in him calling you sweet nicknames and fucking you against the wall, followed by you two having to have to either eat cold dinner or order food because the food either, got cold or burnt while you were busy.

When you began your job at the publishing company, which you loved, other little alterations were made in the set of rules Bucky had. Bucky pushed breakfast on weekends to 10 a.m. because he wanted you to sleep in and get as much rest as possible after a week’s work.

And it was his favorite thing because each Saturday and Sunday he’d sneak into your room early in the morning and spend some hours just cuddling, and spooning you and touching and fondling for some hours before breakfast time – which you two usually made together.

 However one Sunday morning, he walked into your room to a pleasant surprise. He tiptoed into your room, feeling all excited and warm looking forward to cuddling you and give you a thousand kisses. But the sight in front of him made all his blood rush downwards.

You were on your bed, eyes closed, covers thrown off your body, with your hand in between your legs. Your underwear was off, your shirt bunched you at your chest, freeing your breasts. Soft moans escaped your lips as one finger of yours slipped inside your entrance. Bucky noticed you were dripping.

He believed you must have just woken up because you seemed unaware of his presence. Must be still a little sleepy and hazy. But you sure were horny, because you caught Bucky by surprise and his jaw dropped in awe as you slipped another finger past your entrance. Then followed by another. You moaned and arched your back off the bed as you fingered yourself shamelessly right in front of Bucky.

He was torn between being extremely displeased by your borderline disobedience and wanting to just drag you into his playroom like he did just the previous night, and being extremely turned on by the wanton sight in front of him and wanting to punish you in the best way possible in your own bed. Only you, babygirl, can put me in such a delicious dilemma.  

Bucky chose to observe for a little while longer, because frankly it was hard to look away. You whined in need and frustration as the palm of your hand rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again while your fingers slipped in and out of you. Your fingers stretched you out but in no way quite like Bucky did.

And oh did you crave him, his touch… especially after the dream you just woke up from.

You moaned quietly under your breath, imagining it was him who was touching you instead. “Fuck… sir, please…” you mumbled in the haze that you were in, completely unaware that Bucky was at the side of your bed, watching you intently. You whined, slipping your fingers in and out of your wet hole rapidly. Your own touch took you higher…and higher… and you were on the edge; right on the edge when you heard a voice speak up.

“So this is how it is, huh?” his velvety, deep morning voice said.

Oh no…

Your eyes flew open, burning still with sleep. You gasped as soon as you saw Bucky standing beside your bed, staring down at you with a smirk. Looking at you like you were a meal. You tried to rapidly remove your hand away from your wet folds but Bucky was quick to stop you. He knelt in your bed, loomed above your semi-naked frame, smirking and holding your hand in place. “Answer me.” He asked, now serious all of a sudden.

You didn’t miss the look of mischief and playfulness in his eyes as he quickly glanced down at your neck and saw that you were wearing his collar. It looked no different than an expensive diamond choker in the dim morning light. He loved the sight of it on your body.

Mine. His inner voice screamed.

“I… I’m sorry, sir.” You gave him your best puppy dog look and spoke sheepishly. You were embarrassed, but there was also the thrill of him catching you in such a salacious action which coursed through your veins like electricity. The look in his eyes made you shiver.

He didn’t say a word as he brought your hand closer to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate in parting his lips and allowing your soaked fingers into his mouth. His warm, wet tongue swirled and licked around your slick coated fingers, and you almost moaned as he did when he so shamelessly tasted you.

He closed his eyes briefly, relishing the taste of you as you watched him with your own lips parted. Breathless already, and all he was doing was sucking your drenched fingers. “Hmm,” he moaned as he pulled your fingers out of his mouth, releasing them with a pop sound.

He looked down at your almost bare body. He didn’t think twice before cupping your dripping core. “Who owns this pretty little cunt, huh?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His voice sounded stern, but his words were laced with nothing but lust and hunger.

You didn’t answer. So he pulled hand back and shamelessly slapped your throbbing core. You yelped, in surprise, pain and pleasure.

“I asked you something. Who owns it?” he asked again, clenching his teeth and growling by the end of his question. Was this the same man who washed your hair and called you ‘baby’ in the bath? You were borderline surprised and borderline turned on.

“You do.” you answered in a whisper.

He smirked again. “Then how dare you touch yourself without my permission?” he asked, his velvety voice, his words sending a pleasant chill down your spine. Which then did nothing for the growing sweet pain in your lower regions.

You got quiet again, and lowered your eyes to where he cupped you again.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “You are mine. All of you belongs to me, alright? You leave me no choice but to add another rule to your list, baby. From now on, you are not allowed to touch yourself, unless I ask you to.”

He spoke, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them down on the bed, above your head as he straddled your waist. His weight pressing on you gently was much more pleasurable than you expected it would be. “Understood?” he asked.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He continued. “I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night, or fucking four in the morning. You come to me whenever you need something.” He gave you a stare which meant, keep your hands there, and you understood it perfectly.

He slid down your body just a little to free your legs from under him. He spread your legs further apart and settled in between them. He looked you dead in the eyes as his knuckles lazily stroked up and down your slit.

“Touching yourself without my permission.” He lifted his hand away and smack down right on your clit. You gasped loudly, not expecting it. “Pleasuring yourself while I’m not in the room.” Smack. You whined, squirming and wanting nothing more than to just grab his hair and place his mouth on your body. “Misbehaving in secrecy.” Another slap right on your throbbing clit. You couldn’t help but moan out loud. “Thinking I wouldn’t find out, huh?”

“Sir… I’m sorry.” You whined, closing your eyes and throwing your head back; unable to handle his intense gaze.

He chuckled. “Sorry? Oh baby, you will be.” You could hear the smirk and the mischief in his voice. He wasn’t necessarily pissed off, he was just glad that he found an excuse to toy with your body however he pleased so early in the morning. “You wanted to cum so badly, didn’t you?” he said, sounding pouty and bummed out for a moment, clearly mocking you.

Then he chuckled, rather sinisterly. “Well, you’re going to do just that.” he smacked your thigh to get your attention again. You opened your eyes quickly and found him staring down at you. You were still a little confused about what his words meant. He caught the confusion and shame and embarrassment in your eyes. Oh my babygirl… he almost gave in, but then caught himself before he slipped.

No, disobedience are to be followed by consequences. He spoke, “I’m going to make you cum hard, and incessantly until you are totally and utterly spent. You will be a whimpering, tear stained mess by the time I’m done with you. You hear me?”

You nodded, your heart racing in excitement. “Yes, sir.”

He was quick to add. “We’re not in the playroom, but your safe words still apply.” He reminded you. “Now, what color?” he asked.

“Green, sir.”

He smirked. Because oh boy were you in for a ride…

He left your thighs chafed thanks to his stubble, your body trembling and your mind a foggy mess that morning. He meant each and every word he uttered to you. You were indeed crying out in pleasure as he ate you out like there’s no tomorrow. He didn’t hold back, he never did. He was incessant, relentless. His tongue just slipping in and out of your folds, teasing your entrance. His mouth sucking and lapping up all that you gave him. He never stopped, no matter how hard you came.

“What color?” he asked about ten times. And your answer was just the same as the last, “Green, sir.” He’d smirk each time and go down on you again. You were sore, and you tried to scoot away from him a couple of times as the pleasure and the sensitivity got too much. But he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you closer to his mouth each time.

“I’m not done with you, yet.” He’d growl. “Now stay still, and this will teach you not to touch yourself without my permission again. Understood?” he’d seek to confirm again.

“Yes, sir.” You trembled in pleasure under him. Fuck…

Once he was satisfied with how much of a wanton mess he had turned you into, he finally pulled away to look down at your whimpering frame. The entire lower half of his face was drenched with your arousal, and he didn’t mind it one bit. He cupped you again, letting his fingers presses against your sensitive clit. You whined and bit your lip.

He spoke up again. “Tell me again, who owns this cunt?” he asked, in his no nonsense voice. Oh his words alone were enough to make you cum again, that’s how sensitive you were.

“You do, sir.” You whined.

He smiled, satisfied. “What color, baby?” he asked again.

“Green… please.” Your body was spent, but you still asked for more. He had a lazy smile on his face as he got rid of his sweatpants before climbing up your body again.

He pushed into you without another word. You were just how he expected, warm and wet and whining in need for him. You knew you wouldn’t last very long as his thick cock filled you to the brim. You were a moaning mess by the time he found a pleasurable pace at which he moved in and out of you with ease. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his broad shoulders and you clawed at his skin as he fucked you; hard and fast.

He moaned and swore and groaned as he pounded into you, each thrust deeper than the last. “You’re mine.” he mumbled against your neck, kissing the collar you had on in a haze. You threw your head back and moaned, tears escaping your closed eye lids at the pleasure became more and more overwhelming.

He nibbled on your neck, biting down hard the moment he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release. “Cum with me, baby. Come on…” he trailed off, moaning and pounding harder into you.

You came with a loud moan, he did too. He swore right in your ear as he came, filling you up. You could feel the soreness immediately, but you didn’t complain one bit. Once he got his breathing under control, he kissed your face a hundred times and wiped your tears away.

He turned to his side and pulled you into him, eventually pulling the covers over the both of your naked bodies. You were still trembling and teary. He kissed your forehead,

“I know, I know my sweet angel.” He kissed your lips. But you were too weak to respond to his kiss. You were, however, happily, a mess. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now. You did so well.” He wrapped his arms around you.

You snuggled up further into his side, moaning under your breath as you moved. “I’m sorry, sir.” You mumbled. He smiled, stroking your hair and down your back.

“I know, baby. I had to remind you that you belong to me and only me. You know now, don’t you?” he asked, kissing your forehead as you basked in his body heat.

You nodded, wrapping your own arm around his torso. His lips didn’t leave your skin as he calmed you down from the headspace you were in just minutes ago. Once you were finally down, he leaned in and gave you a deep, long, meaningful kiss.

“By the way, good morning, baby.” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss briefly. Your face got hot really fast again. Good morning indeed.

You didn’t respond, you just whined playfully and hid your face into his chest. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to give a couple more kisses.

Well, that morning had given him the answer. Guess after just over a month of meeting you and living with you, he was sure that the feelings he had been nurturing for you were here to stay. And they were very much real.

I am, undeniably, falling for you baby. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been.

 -

As time went on, things between you and Bucky only got better and better.

He was understanding. And he had this ability of switching really flawlessly and really quickly into whatever you needed him to be. On days when you’d wear your collar, he’d be the most perfect dom one can ask for. While you were at work, even when not wearing his collar, he was the most caring man ever. Always calling, and texting and being persistent in taking you out for lunch each day.

You noticed him behaving differently at home than out in public. He was much more protective over you in front of other people.

Then at home, he was much more affectionate. Even clingy at times, but you never minded. You needed him as much as he needed you. You didn’t even realized the exact moment when you were finally able to leave the past back in the past. Memories of Thor did upset you, but they no longer tormented you like they used to.

That was major progress.

Bucky noticed changes too. How you were much more playful and lively with him. How you trusted him with everything, how he didn’t have to constantly coax you into trusting him anymore. You did so naturally, like it were a habit. You were a tad more open now, and he loved it. Bucky liked seeing that you knew you were safe and cared for with him. And he loved the mischievous side of you.

Especially when you pretended like the roles were reversed.

 You and Bucky were spending one lazy Saturday afternoon in your bedroom. Limbs sprawled and tangled with one another in your bed. You were catching up on some reading while Bucky was on the phone, having a lengthy, stressful discussions with one of his assistants about how an employee messed something up pretty bad.

Eventually he got off the phone and vented to you about it.

“Unbelievable these fucking idiots! They keep fucking up and think that apologizing makes it better. It fucking doesn’t. They have no idea how much fucking money their god damn mistakes costs me, do they? Fucking assholes! I swear to God, one of these days I will fucking-,”

You cut him off, and caught him by surprise. You faked the shocked expression on your face, acting like you were livid.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” you chided. “That was six swear words in one breath! You just earned yourself at least six spanks on the butt. Turn around.” You used some of his usual words to you, mimicking his tone.

Bucky chuckled, amused. “Baby, come on, I-,”

You cut him off again. “What’s that? You’re arguing? Fine, two spanks more. Now turn around.” You faked a stern voice. He laughed and sighed, giving in.

“Fine.” He sounded giggly.

He turned around and chuckled again as you straddled his legs and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck – like he always did to you. “Good boy. Now I want you to count for me.” You whispered in his ear, like he always did to you.

He nodded. You playfully smacked his clothed butt. “Use your words.”

He chuckled. “Yes, miss.”

You smirked. “Good boy.” You kissed the shell of his ear, and he felt a chill go down his spine. Oh this is unfamiliar. But so, so good.

You lowered his sweatpants and smacked his butt cheek through his underwear. And he fought back his laughter to count along with each spank. He tried so hard to play along and not laugh, but as soon as you spanked him one last time, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He chuckled as you kissed your way up from his lower back to his neck again. “You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you. No more swearing like that, you hear me?” you mimicked his ‘dom voice’ again, smirking and loving having him under you for a change.

“Yes miss. I won’t do it again, I promise.” He played along a while longer.

You giggled. “Good boy.”

And once you slid off him. He flipped the two of you around yet again, pinning you down on the bed under him again. “Had your fun, babygirl?” he asked, in that voice which could make you wet in one instant. You concluded you could never get used to it. His voice would always affect you the same way; make you weak in the knees with just a few words.

You smiled up at him. Another he loved now was that you could look him in the eyes without being shy and looking away every few seconds. He loved all the intimate moments when you two would just stare into each other’s eyes and communicate without having to speak at all. Like right now.

You giggled, circling your arms around his neck, urging him to lean in closer. “Oh very. You have a really nice butt.” You said, truthfully.

“Yeah?” Bucky was trying really hard not to laugh again. “Time to show you who’s really in control now, huh?” he began slipping his hand down your shorts but just then, the oven’s timer went off from the kitchen downstairs.

And Bucky gave you the funniest disappointed look ever, which sent you into another laughing fit.

“Oh well, would you look at that timing?” you jumped out of bed. “My pies are all done, come on.” You grabbed his hand and tugged him along as you made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

 Your pies were great, Bucky made sure you were careful when pulling the tray out and he was the first one to try it. And he hummed in appreciation, telling you you’re a great baker.

“I can’t thank you enough for letting me bake.” You took another bite. “You’re so much better than my previous master. He would never-,” you stopped talking the moment Bucky looked up from his plate with a stern look on his face.

Oh shit. Realization hit you brutally as you realized what you had just said. It was one of his rules – that you were to never mention Thor again, or call him ‘master’. Besides, it was straight up rude to compare Bucky to that man, Bucky didn’t deserve that.

You swallowed audibly as you waited for Bucky to speak up.

“Y/N?” he always called out to grab your full attention. You swallowed again, clearing your throat as you set your fork down.

“Yes, sir?”

“Playroom. Now.” he ordered. And you didn’t waste any time. You politely left the room, went upstairs and walked into the playroom. You got rid of your clothes and folded them nicely and placed them on the couch and waited by the bed.

Bucky walked in a few minutes after you. You were never scared usually. Even today you weren’t, but you were upset by the look of disappointment on his face. Oh crap. What had you done? Mr. Barnes was always nothing short of kind, and caring and loving towards you. But you just made him think that even now, you think about that brute all the time.

Or worse, now he thought that you always compared him to Thor even when you didn’t.

 Bucky kept his head down as he walked into the room. He wasn’t like this normally, he’d keep his head held high and walk in with power and authority dripping from his gait. But today, he was upset. And disappointed truly.

Was he not enough? Did you really always compare him to that excuse of a dom? Did Thor occupy your thoughts this much even now? After all this time? He thought.

Still, Bucky pushed aside all his emotions and decided to handle this situation like any other slip up from your part. His job was to correct your behavior and make sure you don’t repeat the same mistakes twice.

He cleared his throat once he approached you by the bed.

“You know why you’re here, Y/N?” he asked, his voice and demeanor a stark contrast to what it had been just minutes ago back in the kitchen and your bedroom before that.

You looked down at your feet. “Yes, sir.” You responded. I’m sorry, I know you’re disappointed in me. I didn’t mean it.

“Why?” as usual, he asked to make sure you know that he wasn’t being unfair, or using you for his own pleasure. You two were here for you, because of you.

You swallowed, trying to clear your throat. “Because I broke a promise I made to you, sir. I brought up Thor when I shouldn’t have. I was supposed to leave him in that past. And I didn’t.” You spoke, feeling even worse now that you worded it out loud.

“Right, Y/N. I want you on the bed.” he approached you, you kept your eyes on the dark wooden floor. “I won’t gag you today. I will blindfold you however.” He spoke, his voice void of any emotion. This was the least affectionate he had been in the past weeks. “You will not cum without my permission. I will try to push your limits moderately.” His voice made the hairs behind your neck rise up. Not in fear. In anything but.

He took a step back. “You may use your safe words whenever you feel the need to.” Then he added something which tugged at your heartstrings even if it shouldn’t. “And remember, use ‘winter’ to terminate everything.”

His voice was strict, and deep and clear. His was displeased, clearly. But that hurt. Winter…

No. No I don’t want this to end. I want you, please.

“I said, do you understand me, Y/N?” he asked, letting you know that he was having to repeat himself because you hadn’t been paying attention the first time.  

You tensed up just a little. “Yes, sir.”

 Something shifted in that playroom. You could tell Bucky was hurt. He didn’t talk as much, but he made sure to constantly ask you which color you were at. But other than that, nothing. He did let you know about his next actions and what he was about to do each time, given you were blindfolded. But other than that, nothing. He did give you the occasional ‘good girl’ but he sounded… hurt.

It got to a point where you zoned out, focusing on the hurt in his voice rather than your punishment.

He had you blindfolded. Tied to the bed, arms and legs tied to each bed post. He teased you with the fur flogger first, as usual – caring enough to ease you into it despite it being your punishment. Then the suede, he made you count till ten. Then he used the leather flogger, you concluded that it hurt slightly more than the rest.

He put down the flogger and you felt the bed dip on one side. Then you felt him close to you. “What color, Y/N?”

“Green, sir.” You responded.

He hummed under his breath. “I need you to relax your body for me. Don’t worry, trust me. I won’t hurt you.” he reassured you as you heard him shuffling around.

I know you won’t hurt me, but I did.

You waited for what was to come. You felt him move closer to your lower regions. Bucky kissed your hip bone. Once. Twice. You awaited the touch of his lips a third time, but instead you felt the wet, cold tip of something press against your puckered hole. You gasped and moaned the moment you felt it being pushed further into you; stretching you out pleasurably. You figured it was a plug, lathered in lube.  

You moaned the moment you felt Bucky kiss your lower belly again. “Don’t freak out, Y/N.” he paused, the plug halfway in. “What color?”

Oh please…  “Green.” You almost screamed it out. More. More please.

He pressed the plug further in you; the excess of the lube dripped down your skin, making you tremble and gasp at how cold it was and how good it felt. “Come on, take it all in like a good girl.” he urged you to keep still and let him push it in completely. You moaned when you felt the plug filling you up entirely.

Once it was snug inside you, Bucky got off the bed and stood beside it and watched you squirming. You’re breaking my heart, baby…

He reached for the riding crop, and gently smacked you on your thigh; making you yelp in surprise. You were not new to riding crops, but you were new to experiencing the riding crop and a plug at the same time.

“What color, Y/N?” he asked, then you noticed the change in his voice. He went from hurt, to teasing you again.

Oh…

Fuck… “Green, sir please.” You moaned as he smacked you right on your dripping, throbbing core. You gasped again, feeling hot all over as the tingles eventually faded into pleasure.

You heard him chuckle, then you felt a gentle smack, right on your clit. Oh… more please. You whimpered and whined; feeling your arousal flowing out of you incessantly.

“What’s one of the first things I told you, Y/N? Regarding that excuse of a man?” he was freshening up your memory. Smack. Smack. The riding crop came down rapidly twice on the same spot, on your inner thigh. You moaned.

You calmed your racing heart. “Never to talk about him, and leave him in the past because he was cruel and undeserving of me and my submission.” You answered, thankfully coherently.

“Hmm.” Another smack right on your wet folds. You whined, throwing your head back, tugging on the ropes which held you down and in place in the middle of the large bed. “And what did you do?” he asked again.

Oh fuck… “I… I spoke of him. I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have called him ‘master’, or compared you to him, in no way. Good or bad. Ever. I should’ve forgotten about him.” You replied, unsure if you made any sense.

He stopped, dropped the riding crop down and climbed into bed with you. He didn’t untie you, he simply undid the blindfold. And threw that carelessly away as well. You looked up to find him looking down into your eyes. Unmoving.

Oh how you missed looking into his ocean blue eyes…

“You’re not here because you compared me to him. Or simply because you called him ‘master’.” He clarified, his tone stern. “You’re here because you’re mine.” he said, much more gentle this time. He held your chin softly. “You’re mine. I’m your dom, I give you everything. But you still think of him.” Oh… he was hurt.

“I don’t think of h-,” you earned yourself a slap right in between your legs, which only made you moan louder.

“No arguing.” He chided you, less angrily than you expected. “You seem to be unable to forget than man, is that the case?” he asked, in that voice which could bring you to your knees any time, any place.

What? No.

“No, sir. That’s not the case, I promise.” You pleaded. He was so close, but he wasn’t touching you where you needed him the most.

He scoffed. “Promise…” he spoke like he was testing the word on his tongue, and didn’t like it. “You made a promise once, a while ago, to never think about or mention that man. But you broke your promise, didn’t you?” he lazily trailed his finger up and down your wet slit. “You think our promises don’t mean shit to me?” he asked, calm and collected but you could tell he was upset.

This was the first time he used a bad word when addressing to you, in and outside the playroom. Oh Bucky… I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You couldn’t help but apologize. You meant it.

“Are you?” for a moment, you saw the hurt in his eyes. Then it was quickly replaced with an emotion you couldn’t name. “Let’s see if you mean it.”

 He lowered his pants, and settled right in between your parted, tied up legs. He gave the plug a gentle push, making sure it’s still snug inside you. His brief touch sent electricity throughout your body.

“What color?”

“Green.”

 He wasted no time. His hand reached down and he pumped his cock, rubbing it all over your dripping core in the process. You squirmed and moaned when he did so; the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your wet lips, parting them as he circled your clit gently.

You shuddered under him; whining in need. Your body begging him to just take you already and make you his own. Please…please…please. You couldn’t even move, so you had to just stay there and endure his sweet torture.

Bucky pushed into you and sped up immediately. You were dripping so you welcomed him without any hesitation. He moved, rocking his hips against yours and his hand reached up to wrap around your neck gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again.

“Look at me,” he said, breathily. You did. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good, huh?” he waited for a reply.

You swallowed, whining. “You are, sir.”

He leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth. “You’re mine. Do you hear me?” he spat in your mouth, earning a wanton moan out of you.

You didn’t respond as all you could focus on was the feeling of him and the plug deep inside you. Having not responded, you earned yourself a gentle smack on the cheek. “Answer me, Y/N?” he growled, keeping his hand around your throat.

“Yes, sir. I’m yours.” You managed to whisper back to him while he was balls deep in you.

He leaned into to give you a messy kiss again, pounding into you so deep that you got teary again. Not just because of the overwhelming pleasure, and the feeling of being stretched out so thoroughly. But because of all the emotions as well. Guilt, shame, love and affection for him… it was all too much.

“Sir… please.” You begged, not sure what for. Please fuck me harder? Please forgive me I didn’t mean to hurt you? Please believe me, no man makes me feel like you do and I care deeply for you?

He chuckled, slowing down just when you began whining louder. No…

“No, no. Bad girls who don’t abide by the rules and who break promises don’t get to cum so easily.” He was fighting his own need to just take you hard and fast and not stop until you both cum hard. But he had mastered control, so he slowed down easily to torture you more.

He didn’t pull out of you. He just stayed completely still. You whined and squirmed and moaned and begged. Oh you begged like you had never before. The plug, his cock, the emotions – it was a lot to handle all at once. You needed a release. You needed it badly.

Please…please…please… I’ll be good, I promise.

“Who owns you?” he asked again, wanting to make you say it despite knowing that your mind was a foggy mess.

“You do, sir.” You whimpered, your body hot and throbbing. Needy.

He chuckled again, kissing down your neck and nibbling around your breasts. He hummed, biting down on your skin, hard. He left behind a mark.

“And who fucks you so good that you almost lose your mind every time, huh?” he moved again, catching you by surprise by how deep he thrust in you.

“You do, sir…” You moaned again as he bit and licked the skin beneath your jaw, all while slamming into you relentlessly; stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it. You didn’t realize when he had removed the plug. But fuck, even the void felt good.

You tugged on the ropes, moaning wantonly, knowing you couldn’t but desperately wanting to wrap your arms around him and hold him close as he took you higher… higher…

“You’re all fucking mine, and no one else’s. You hear me?” he growled. “Mine.”

I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you. You didn’t know if you just said it mentally or verbally apologized as well.

You felt a pressure forming around your lower region, Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around his playroom. You cried out in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you violently, without a warming.

Your walls clenching around his cock triggered his own orgasm. His thrust got deeper and lost their rhythm as he came right after you.

Your brain was foggy from then on. You remember bits and pieces. You remember him untying you rapidly. You remember letting go and letting him hold you. Cradling you in his arms like you were a baby. Baby…

“You’re okay, baby. You’re with me, now. I’m here.” He kissed your forehead. Or was it your lips. Did he say ‘I love you’?

Did you say you loved him back?

 Then you remember coming out of that headspace and realizing you were in the bathtub with him. Weird. This bathroom was different.

“We’re in my bathroom, baby.” he answered your question before you even asked. He took you to his bedroom after playtime?

You tried speaking but your body just felt sore. So you gave up and snuggled to the source of warmth closest to you – which was Bucky’s chest. Your head was tucked under his chin and you clung to him like a baby koala to a tree.

He ran a hand down your back, soothing you. While his other arm held you securely against his chest, your torso pressed to his. It took you a little while to reorient yourself. His loving words helped.

“You’re with me baby, don’t you worry about a thing. You’re okay, we’re okay. I’ve got you.” he repeated over and over again.

Once you recovered. Your eyes watered, just thinking back at what you did. It was unfair, to Bucky. Here he was, taking care of you and making your life better in every way. And there you were, back in the kitchen, casually comparing him to Thor like Bucky was nothing special.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, sniffling and trying your hardest to hold back your tears. You noticed something different when you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat. Where’s your collar?

You pulled away from under his chin, looking at him in confusion and fear. Did he… take it back? He smiled at you and all your worries vanished.

“Don’t worry, angel. It’s right outside in my bedroom. You can wear it later.” He circled his arms around you. “Are you hurting?” he asked, leaning in for a brief kiss.

You blinked and two hot tears fell down your cheeks. He was quick to wipe them away. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite being surrounded in warm water, his body heat was your favorite warmth.

“I’m sorry.” You held back a sob.

He sighed, smiling again. “Hey, it’s over. You have nothing to apologize for, my little pearl.” He cooed, and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

He wasn’t taking you seriously, thinking you hadn’t stepped out of that headspace just yet. So you reached up and grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. You kissed him deeply. He was surprised, but he kissed you back quickly. You pulled away gently after a few seconds.

“You’re not listening to me.” You said, in all seriousness. This wasn’t sub you talking to her dom, this was you talking to Bucky – the man who had taken over your entire heart.

He caught the seriousness in your voice. “Hey babe…” he was worried for a second. Had he overstepped a line? “I’m listening, go on.” He sat up straighter, with you still in his lap.

Babe…

“I’m sorry.” You finally looked up at him. His ocean blue eyes were soft, and he had a faint smile on his face. “You didn’t deserve that. What I said in the kitchen earlier, I shouldn’t have.”

He opened his mouth to oppose but you spoke up before he could. “It was wrong to even compare you to that animal. I did it so casually, without thinking. You don’t compare me to your past subs, you never even talk about them. And I never understood why.” you paused. “I do now.”

He looked at you, silently asking ‘why?’

You cupped his face in your hands. “Because be it good or bad, people from our past have no room here between us. They’re in the past for a reason. Now I’m here, with you. And that’s all that matters. My past doms, your past subs, they don’t belong here in our present anymore. They shouldn’t be.”

You kept going. “It’s not about, comparing you to him. It’s about him in general. Thor is my past, and from here on now, that’s where he’ll remain. He has no room here.” You were tearing up again. “You mean so much to me. I need you to know that. I know I don’t say it often, but you should know that. You’re the only one I want, and need.”

I love you. I’m sure of it now. I love you. You wanted to add, but didn’t.

Bucky’s lips parted. This was probably the most intimate, heartfelt thing anyone had ever told him. It took him a moment to process it all.

“Oh baby…” he pulled you in for a hug. You laid your head on his shoulder and cried. “Shh, hey calm down angel. I’ve got you. I’m so happy you finally got what I meant by that. I probably should’ve worded it a little better to begin with.” he calmed you down. “Baby, look at me.”

You pulled away and looked at him. He didn’t say anything, he just leaned in for a sweet kiss. And pulled away a few seconds later.

“You never asked me about that before?” he sounded much relieved that earlier. And he was.

“About what?” you questioned.

He took a breath. “About my past subs.”

Well, since you were pouring your hearts out today… “Is there anything you wish to tell me?” you asked, genuinely thinking you were ready for whatever he was about to tell you.

He smiled. Not his usual charming smile, but a sad one. “I wish to tell you why she left.”

Huh? You couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their lives with Bucky. Your silence gave him a green light to continue.

“Her limits and mine weren’t compatible. We, weren’t compatible. Her tastes were… intense. And I couldn’t give her enough. Because certain things she preferred made me uncomfortable. And I was hesitant to even experiment.”

He paused. He was letting you see a side of him no one’s ever seen before. His vulnerable side. And he didn’t even know why he chose right here right now to pour his heart out. He looked up again, and stared into your eyes.

He continued. “So one day, she up and left. Telling me I was not good enough, and never will be.” You felt a weight on your chest at his words. “Telling me I wasn’t ‘dominant’ enough. And I was, and I quote, too soft and too cowardly to be a dom.” He paused. “End quote.” He smiled. That same, sad smile.

Oh…

He continued. “I sort of gave up after she left, thinking she might have been right. I was alone for years, I was incomplete. I didn’t want to change how I was either, because…” he trailed off, searching for the right thing to say. “Because that’s not me.” He sounded so vulnerable and he was aware. But he felt the need to tell you, there was no need to hide anything from you.

But then he looked into your eyes again, and his face lit up. “But then I found you.” He didn’t have to say anything else after that. You understood.

You leaned in for a hug. “Well,” you sniffled as you hugged him tightly. “She’s just mean. You’re perfect. More than perfect. You’re good to me. You’re caring, and loving and kind, and polite.” You pulled away and saw a genuine smile on his face. “You’re the best dom ever. And if it makes you feel any better, your voice alone makes me want to drop to my knees and serve you however you’d like.”

He chuckled. Then laughed and pulled you in for a kiss. “That makes me feel loads better.” He mumbled playfully against your mouth. You giggled and kissed him again.

 You two stayed in the bath until the water got cold. He helped you in stepping out of it, dried you with a towel, and wrapped you in a warm, fluffy robe.

“Stay with me tonight.” He said, once you stepped out of the bathroom and inside his bedroom.

“You mean, sleep in your bed?” you asked, just to confirm.

This was new. He nodded. “Please, baby?”

You smiled. “Sure.”

 You got in bed together, naked under the covers. You talked for a while longer, and laughed at each other’s terrible jokes. You talked about your work, and co-workers you don’t particularly like or find rude. And he talked about his work, and how he hates certain clients and stuck up business partners.

The conversation flowed effortlessly.

He held you against him, spooning you; he knew you were tired after playtime so he kissed and cuddled you until you fell asleep. He didn’t drift off to sleep right away though. He was up, thinking…

At some point he looked down and gave you a kiss on your forehead. Then he saw it, you had left your collar on the bedside table. Right now, in his arms, wasn’t just his sub. It was you.

Fuck. He realized. He was in love.

 -

Everything was going smoothly. Your relationship with Bucky was healthy, and satisfying to both of you. You had gotten comfortable with wearing his collar out, not for work but other places, and it filled him with pride and adoration when he saw you wearing it proudly out in public.

Things were great between you two. You learnt more and more about him. And him, you. There was never a time when you felt disrespected, or any less than an absolute priority to Bucky. Not even in his playroom, when he was controlling your very being and using your submission to please both of you.

You even caught yourself smiling at the thought of your very caring, very affectionate dominant throughout the day at work. And your heart constantly reminded you that you were falling for him, uncontrollably. How could you not? He was everything one can look for in a partner.

You could see your relationship with Bucky taking a beautiful, beautiful turn. He could see it too, even though neither of you commented on it. He just waited for the day he could finally tell you how he feels. And that day wasn’t too far.

After that day, after that talk in his bathtub, things changed. For the better. You hadn’t confessed to each other yet, but you two sure acted like lovers – not just dom and sub.

Things were great.

But, there was one problem.

Bucky had been safeguarding a secret since the day you first met. Since the day he brought you and welcomed you warmly into his home and his life. And one way or another, that secret would be out someday, he dreaded it – knowing it would break both you and him. Potentially breaking you apart for good.

And he didn’t know it would all happen so quickly. He didn’t know that one day, much sooner than he expected, the secret would be out so brutally that neither of you expected it.

[bjornswoman]

Blue piercing eyes

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! I hope each one of you is alright. I want to thank yoy again for your support, that means a lot for me. Especially, now that I am getting through a difficult period time. Also, sorry for any mistakes. Thank you for reading this!

Pairing: Modern!Bjorn x Reader.

Genre: Modern!au, romance, drama, angst.

Summary: You and Bjorn reunite again after two painful months.

Warnings: Jealousy.

You tried to live a peaceful life, away from him and the drama of his world, that followed him everywhere. Wherever he was, the placed ended up destroyed. You even left your home, you left Denmark and moved somewhere else, thinking that he wouldn't find you. You had reached Spain to find your peace, but Bjorn Lothbrok was stubborn and he would do anything to take you back. The reason you left wasn't because you didn't love him. You loved him with every last piece of you. Your heart was beating only for him and the fact that you were apart, teared it off, but you couldn't do nothing else.

He had warned you that his job was his top priority and all the matters that happened into it. You didn't care, at first, but that changed when be spent more and more time away from you, because of business. Of course, business included being close to attracting women. You knew how Bjorn could get when he was close to a hot woman, he couldn't handle himself. He loved you, he really did and you knew that, but that was his weak spot. He was the perfect man. He was a successful businessman, a good looking man and an even better lover, you knew too well how to satisfy a woman. He was a father, he loved his children, he had told you that and even if he didn't, you would see it in his eyes. He loved them deeply, but he didn't really know how to express it, because his own father had never really gotten to tell him. He just taught him how to be the successful heir of his company. He kept saying that he regretted for not being in their lives, you told him that never was late, but, as the stubborn man he was, he didn't listen, he thought that he had lost any chance.

The things between you got bad and then worse when he met your boss. You were working in a well-known law firm. Actually, he had already known him, obviously. Bjorn Lothbrok knew literally everyone in this country and everyone knew him. After all, his family was the richest one in Denmark. The name Lothbrok was known all over the world and many famous businessmen craved a deal with them. Your boss, Mr Jones, was a womanizer, as well as your beloved boyfriend. He was hitting on you non-stop not knowing about your relationship with Bjorn, but even when he learned, he kept doing that. His flirting was the reason of the fights that destroyed you. He spoke harsh words, just to harm you, and you did the same and then your relationship ended.

After all that, you knew that you had to leave from Denmark. Ubbe, his younger brother, told that be was a mess and that he wouldn't let things this way. You wanted to be with him, but all that drama and you being never something serious for him, you decided that it your time to leave Denmark. Ubbe warned you that he would chase after you, but you were sure that you would make it to hide yourself from him and maybe, when he had forgotten you, you would return to your home and restart everything.

Now, after two months, you had settled down. You had a new job and made some new friends. You even managed to go on a date with some man. His name was Olaf, luckily, he was from Sweden. Maria, one of new friends, was working in the same company with him. She was the one whi insisted that you should date someone and you did. At first, you didn't like the idea of going out with someone that wasn't Bjorn Lothbrok, but, when you got to know Olaf, you liked spending time with him. He wasn't Bjorn, but no one would be, you had to move on, as you were sure that he did.

The only problem was that he didn't move on, because you loved you. He couldn't even lay with another woman. Yes, Bjorn Lothbrok couldn't lay with another because of you. Every single time he saw your figure everywhere in the room. He even tried to not be in a room to claim a woman, but you were still around there. He couldn't even imagine that he would feel something like that towards a woman, but there he was, feeling helpless. He tried to find you all this time and when he did, the deal with that Spanish men seemed the best option. They were pain in his ass for a whole year and now they were lucky that Madrid was where you decided to hide yourself, but nothing could be hidden from Bjorn Lothbrok.

"Stop! Please, I can't! It's..... my belly is hurting! Olaf, please you need to stop!" You tried to say within your laughter. You couldn't stop laughing. All night he was telling you some of some ridiculously funny jokes, you couldn't stop laughing. He was smiling at you. He liked you and tried to make him feel more comfortable when you were together, that's why he started saying that jokes. He wanted you to open up.

You couldn't do that. You needed to fully trust him before you started sharing private stuff about you with him. It wasn't like Bjorn. When you were with him you felt comfortable, that had been happening since your first actual date. Now with Olaf, it was different. Maria said that it was normal, because you hadn't been on a date with anyone, except Bjorn, but you didn't feel like it.

Olaf continued saying his jokes, but it wasn't funny anymore. Your laughter died when you saw Bjorn entering that same restaurant. His hand was wrapped around a woman's waist. She looked like a doll, probably she was a model. He didn't look at you neither once. Olaf looked at you confused. You had totally forgotten about him for a moment, but his voice took you back there on your table.

"Is-is everything all right?" He asked looking where you were looking before. He couldn't understand what was happening. "Do you-do you know that man?" He asked again and you coughed. You didn't want to lie to him, but that seemed the only solution at that moment.

"Well, not really. He just seemed familiar to me, but I don't really know him." You lied and he smiled at you again. Your eyes found their way to Bjorn again. This time they made contact with his blue piercing eyes. He didn't looked at you for long. His gaze returned to that woman. You tried to concentrate on what Olaf were saying. Your mind, as well as your heart, was on Bjorn and that blond woman who reminded you of Barbie.

"As I told you before, the company I work for is goimg to deal with some company of Denmark and--" His words made you look at him. He just said company of Denmark, you heard that clear. He was here because of a deal. Then what was this woman doing here, next to your man? Technically, he wasn't your man, not anymore, but you cared.

"You just said company of Denmark, didn't you?" You tried not to yell and you succeeded, only because you didn't want Bjorn to understand, but he did and that was why he smirked. Literally, this man could hear anything, even a cat walking. Olaf nodded and you run your hand through your hair. "Do you-do you know how the CEO of that company is called? Actually, is his name Bjorn Lothbrok?" You whispered and he frowned. He was completely confused. Firstly, he didn't know why you bothered and secondly, he couldn't understand why you were whispering.

"I think so." He spoke and you smiked. Now he was completely lost. He couldn't understand you. "Are you okay, (Y/N)? Do you want ys to leave, you know to continue our night somewhere else?" He asked and you thought about it for a while. If you left now, you wouldn't be close enough to watching him and if you stayed, you would be close enough, but you would be caught up for sure because you couldn't stop staring at them. Leaving was the right thing to do, you didn't want him to thinking that you were staying tgere vecause of him. But if you left, you wouldn't know were he was. That didn't really mattered. A voice inside your hears was yelling at you that you would meet him again.

"I am fine, but I do think that we should leave. I know were we should go. It's funnier there." You spoke and grabbed your jacket. He stood up and a wide smile covered his face. Bjorn wasn't as happy as Olaf. You had succeeded. You glanced at him. You was glaring at you. You smiled to yourself and left.

The fact that Bjorn was enraged because of you made you happy, but that woman with him didn't. You were almost sure that he had moved on, but if he had, why would he be angry with you dating another man? You needed answers and only Bjorn could give them to you, but you were sure that he wasn't willing to give them and even if you was, you wouldn't dare to ask for them. You could imagine that smirk on his face and that drove you crazy.

You were jealous, so much jealous that you couldn't control your thoughts, but you had no right to be. You had found another man and he did the same. You had to be happy for him. Whatever happened between you, wasn't meant to last. Maybe that way was better, but that didn't make it less painful. It hurt seeing him with another woman.

On the other hand, he was enraged. He tried to control his anger and not beat that man to death. That wouldn't help your relationship at all, but he couldn't see him make you laugh or hold your hand, like he used to do. Actually, he had never really held your hand. His hand had always been wrapped around your waist. He was possessive and that movement meant to show to every other man who wanted you, that you were his. He had totally forgotten about the blonde doll with him, but she made sure to remember him. She cleared her throat, but still he didn't seem to care for her. She sighed deep.

"Bjorn!" She whispered yelled and he looked at her frowned. She smiled at him and he looked back at you. You and that prick had stood up and probably were going to leave this place.

He hadn't picked this place randomly, he had learned about you dating this man and even that this place was where you going most of the times. So he wouldn't miss the chance to encounter with you here. He thought that all this would be less painful, but it wasn't. He even managed to bring Stella. She was a model, they met somewhere he couldn't reacall. She was just a friend. Yes, Bjorn Lothbrok had friends that were female. She was one of them. After all, she wasn't interested in any man.

Your eyes locked with his dark angry blue before you make your way out of that place. If eyes killed, you would be dead. Everyone would be dead inside that place.

You started walking with Olaf by your side. No one of you really talked. You were thinking about Bjorn. He looked more beautiful than before. His beard, that you loved so much, had grew much longer and his hair was shorter and that blue eyes that you missed so much. You could sense that something was bothering Olaf, as well, but Bjorn was the only thing you could think.

"There something in your mind that's bothering you, I can sense it you know and I think that it has to do with that man from earlier in the restaurant." Olaf spoke and you turned your face and looked at him. You didn't want to lie to him. He didn't deserve all of this. He was a funny and good guy. He deserved a woman who cared about him truly and loved him, not you. All you could think about, all you cared about was Bjorn. You were stil in love with him. Actually, you had never stopped. You couldn't stop.

You turned your gaze down on the ground. You weren't proud for that. You didn't want to hurt him. He deserved to know the truth. He was nothing but good and fair to you all this time. He didn't even make any move to lay with you. He respected you, because he had understood that something bothered you.

"There is something that's bothering me and yes, it has to do with him. His name is Bjorn and he is my ex." You said in stable tone of voice.

"Bjorn as Bjorn Lothbrok?" He asked, trying to join the pieces together. You nodded at him and he frowned. Now all made sense. He was the man Maria told him about. He told him that you had broken up with your boyfriend and that was the reason you came to Madrid. You lived in Denmark and Bjorn lived there too. Also, Maria told him that you tried to get away from that man. It all made sense. He was famous and powerful. "And you? I mean, do you still love him?" He asked, but you didn't really answered. He knew the answer himself. He could see it in your eyes. When you looked at him in the restaurant, he saw a gleam in your eyes, something that he hadn't seen inside there before. It hurt him, because he liked you, but he couldn't make you love him or even like him. If Bjorn was the man who could make you happy, he would ve happy as well. People said that if you love someone, you let him go. That was what he was going to do.

"I have never stopped loving him. You are a good guy, you truly are. But for me there is only Bjorn. My Gods have decided that I am made to love him, but we can't be together, things between us are complicated. Sorry, if that hurts, but I can't stop it. I wanted to forget about him and be with you. I tried, but I can't control my feelings." You spoke and your eyes teared up. What you said was the truth. It was upon you these feelings, you didn't have the power to banish them. Your tears were streaming insanely from you eyes. You couldn't even control that.

"I understand you. That kind of love is difficult, if not impossible, to die. If you are happy because of him, I am happy, as well. Just not cry. You have nothing to be sorry about. It's your feelings, you can't change them. I really like you, yeah, and I want to fight for you, but I know that I will lose." He said and stopped walking, you stopped, as well. His hands cupped your hand and his thumbs wiped away your tears. "You shouldn't cry. That eyes aren't made for crying. Don't let him leave, (Y/N). You are suffering without and he is suffering too. Actually, he probably wants to kill me. His eyes were throwing daggers to me. I am lucky because eyes can't kill." He said and you smiled. He was so sweet. He even tried to make you smile after all this.

"His piercing blue eyes can kill you know." You said and both of you laughed. After a small conversation, he left. You sat on a bench and looked at the starry night sky. Madrid was busy at night. People were laughing and having fun. You were watching them having fun in a try to forget about your own thoughts, but that seemed impossible. Bjorn were always there, inside your mind, haunting your thoughts. You would never find the peace you wanted, because there is no peace when you are away from only person you care so much about. You would only find your peace by his side, but even there the problems would exist.

A very familiar scent invaded in your nostrils. You lifted your gaze and saw his face. He sat down next to you and for a moment or so no one of you really talked. You were just watching the busy streats. You were sure that he could listen your heart pounding inside your chest. You were together after two whole months and your skin was burning. Your hearts couldn't stop beating so fast. You were sure that if it continued to beat like that, it would be ripped off your chest. You turned to look at him, he was looking at you. Blue piercing eyes met with yours and they stayed there.

"Were is your..... friend?" He said playfully and took a cigarette out of his pocket. He placed it on his lips and light it up. You watched every single movement of his. "Do you want one?" He offered yiu cigarette and you took it. He seemed surprised by this, because you didn't really smoke before. He light it up for you and you inhaled the smoke and then exhaled. Now he was watching your movements. "I thought you hate smoking." He continued and you turned again to him.

"Yes, I hated it, but I guess I have adopted bad habits since I came here. As for Olaf, he probably went to his home or somewhere else. He is a good guy, but not for me." You said and looked back at the street. You exhaled the smoke before you start talking again. "What about your friend?" You asked, trying to sound like you didn't care, but in fact you did. You wanted to ask why he was here, sitting next to you, when he could ve somewhere with that blonde doll, you saw him with, but you were a coward. He smiled. He had succeeded, you were jealous.

"Probably somewhere with her girlfriend." He answered and you looked at him frowned. You couldn't understand. He threw away his cigarette and moved closer to you. You did the same. His hands cupped your face and he looked deep in your eyes. "You were crying. You know that I hate it when you cry." He whispered and his thumbs caressed your cheeks. You closed your eyes for a moment.

"Why did you come here, Bjorn? Don't tell about some stupid deal, I won't believe it." You said and he sighed.

"I came for you, (Y/N). I thought I was fine when you left, that I didn't need you. I was angry with you for leaving me, but I didn't want to admit it. I tried to lay with some women, but you were always there, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I need you. I-I..... love you." He confessed and you tears fell from your eyes again. His thumbs on your cheeks wiped them away. "Come back home." He whispered and you closed your eyes again.

"I tried to forget about you, to start a new life here away from my old one, I even found a man that wasn't you, but nothing seemed to work out, because of my mind. You were, you are always inside there haunting my thoughts. I don't really sleep, you eyes don't let me. Earlier today, I told Olaf about us and he understood. He told me not to let you leave. He even told me that I am suffering when I am not with you and I am not going to deny it. I love you too much to bear living without you, Bjorn." You whispered and he smirked, but not for long. His lips pressed on yours, in a fierce and rough kiss. He was biting you hungrily within the kiss. You loved it. You loved all the marks that he left to your body each time, hickeys, scratches, bites, bruises, you were used to that. He gripped your body firmly, he didn't mean to harm you. He was just getting too much exciting about this and he couldn't handle himself. He hurt you sometimes because of his size and his fast pace, but you liked it. At first it was a little painful, but then it was only pleasure.

When you stopped kissing, you looked at his eyes again. All this was like a dream. He smiled at you and you did the same. He didn't smile often. Most of the times he was angry and his eyebrows were knitted, because of anger.

"So this means that you are coming back." He said and you nodded.

Your relationship didn't work out at first, but it would in the future. Everything would be different after this night. After all this time you were apart, he knew that he needed you, that he loved you. He had loved other woman before, but no one of them made him feel this way. What he felt for you wasn't something that he could handle or control. He liked being in control and that drove him crazy. He would try to be the right man for you. He wanted to be ans he would.