#They play the press x to doubt game so next time I get harassed I apparently need to screenshot this shit so they see the bullahit I’m sent

[jenjensd]

TERFs have harassed me for making a little post calling them Feminism Appropriating Radical Transphobes. That was not tagged anything but trans positivity and how I personally found it funny. They are ruthless if they don’t like you, even getting ableist comments and suicide baiting from them.

die

Good news, random asshole! There’s a 100% chance I will.

[thirsty-flygirl]

Touch Me

Formerly The Textile Series

A Javier Peña x f! Reader Romance

Rating: Explicit - language, sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll. You know the drill, no one under 18 allowed.

Word Count: 2168

A/N: Look, it’s no secret that I would let Javi absolutely ruin me so here is The Textile Series, back again with a few changes, so I can simp some more over my favorite DEA agent.

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Part IV: Leather

You slammed the shot glass down, proudly popping the lemon between your salt-swollen lips. Tequila always tasted good and, with one of Escobar’s most notorious sicarios now in US custody, it tasted even better.

“C’mon, Javi, take a shot with me,” you shouted across Murphy to your other partner, who offered you his signature smirk, the corner of his lips lifting as he regarded you. Steve placed a palm against your face and playfully pushed you back, grimacing.

“Christ, woman, you’re gonna make me go deaf,” he complained. You poked a finger into his ribs, gleefully watching as he doubled over. “Ah! No tickling, that’s not playing fair and you know it.” He clambered off the barstool and pointed to the now-empty seat. “Sit. That way you don’t have to scream at Javi.”

You shuffled about and made yourself comfortable on the stool, offering Javier a grin. His smirk shifted into a full-blown smile, that sweet little dimple popping, and your stomach flipped at the sight. Your feelings for Javier were getting out of control, strengthening each day you spent together. You’d nearly kissed him right there at the President’s ball last night, in front of your superiors, not giving a second thought to the damage it could affect on your career. You had worked hard, damn hard, to get where you are, despite the sexism and harassment you’d received because you were a woman. Hell, Steve and Javier were two of only a few men you could think of that didn’t treat you like your only worth was between your legs.

But there you were, hunting down Colombia’s most notorious drug lord, and all could do was simper like a teenager every time Javi smiled.

“You’re drunk,” Javi offered, shifting in his seat to lean on the bar next to you. His elbow brushed against yours, leaving your skin tingling from where your bare skin met. As usual, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving his chest on display. Your eyes roved over his form hungrily, slipping down to see the smattering of dark hair on his chest, before settling on his gorgeous face.

Up close, Javier was disarmingly beautiful. His dark hair fell over his forehead as he leaned into you, eyes searching yours as though they could see every secret etched on your heart. A smattering of freckles dotted his face, barely visible, but you had stared so long and so hard at him that you had every perfect imperfection memorized. His hand wrapped loosely around his tumbler of whiskey and you couldn’t help but imagine that hand wrapped around yours, tethering you to him as you finally gave into your desires.

“I’m not,” you finally managed, finding yourself inching closer to him, a coil of desperate need beginning to unfurl within you. Taking his glass, you let your fingers brush against his, watching his pupils dilate. You took a sip of the biting liquor, letting it trail a path of fire down your throat. “I’m just feeling good.”

Javi reached up to wipe a drop of whiskey from your lips with his thumb, raising an eyebrow. “Feeling good, hmm? And why’s that?”

You let out a soft whimper at his touch, just loud enough for Javier to feel the vibration on your skin. His eyes darkened and he let out a deep sigh. “You’re gonna get me in fucking trouble one of these days.”

The two of you sat staring stupidly at each other, as though you were the only two people in the crowded bar. Heart pounding and cunt throbbing, you let your fingers settle on his thigh, trailing them toward the seam of his jeans and so close to the place you felt pressed against you last night.

You leaned forward and closed the distance, whispering in your partner’s ear “I heard you like—”

“—Okay, it’s time to go,” Steve thrust his arm between the two of you, setting his empty beer bottle on the worn, wood bar with a loud thump. You and Javi sprung apart like kids caught necking, a wave of embarrassment crashing over you along with the realization that you had been so wrapped up in Javier that you’d forgotten you were in public.

Javi pulled back like he’d been punched, the naked desire written on his face shifting back into a closed, unaffected expression. Nodding at Steve, he avoided your eyes and stood.

“Yeah, it’s late.”

Your stomach lurched at the speed with which Javi could turn off any sign of being interested in you. It was like hot and cold with him, and you were starting to wonder if he even thought of you as more than a potential fuck. You weren’t blind; you knew exactly how your partner managed to get such reliable intel. It wasn’t like you could fault him - you had no claim on him and you knew he was just trying to get one step ahead of Escobar. But the thought of his body bringing another woman the kind of pleasure that you could only imagine, while you lay in your bed at night writhing on your fingers? That was enough to send a wave of jealousy surging through your veins.

You clambered off the stool, leading the way to the door in silence. If Javi wasn’t affected by you, well, you could at least act as if you felt the same. You emerged from the warm bar into the cool night air sweeping over your heated skin like a balm. You continued walking down the street toward the Embassy apartments; the bar wasn’t far from where all of you lived and, while Steve had driven over after work, you wanted to clear your head a bit. Decidedly ignoring their calls to “get in the damn car” (Javi’s words, not yours), you managed to get nearly a block before a hand closed over your elbow.

“What the hell are you doing?” Javi demanded, his dark eyes flicking around to the dark, run-down buildings surrounding you. As much as you wanted to fall into his arms, you pulled away and continued meandering down the street toward your apartment.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you called back flippantly, “I’m walking home!”

Javi groaned in a mixture of exasperation and defeat, jogging a few steps to catch up to you. “Not alone, you aren’t,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Here, at least take my jacket,” he ordered, shrugging off his worn, leather coat and placing it around your chilled shoulders. He sighed loudly as you continued walking, calling after you. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”

You spun around in a circle with your arms out, laughing into the night. “I’m a pain in YOUR ass? Javier Peña, you are, without a doubt, the most confusing, irritating man I’ve ever met!” You continued down the street shaking your head and laughing into the night while you continued your rant.

"What I don't understand," you threw over your shoulder in his direction, "is how you can just change direction and act like we don't have anything here. . . like you weren’t about five seconds from fucking me right there in the bar. . . .” Trailing off, you felt the fight leave you. Exhaustion crept through you in its place, and all you wanted now was to get home and sleep your buzz off.

“Hell, maybe I’m just imagining things,” you mumbled tiredly.

You heard Javi's steps come up beside yours, somehow felt his warmth even from feet away. You hated the feeling of tears building in your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to be an emotional wreck in the face of Javi's aloofness. His warm hand closed around your elbow once again, but this time you let him pull you back.

“You think this is just some goddamn game to me?” Javier whispered fiercely, tugging your arm so that you fell forward against him. His free arm curled around your waist, holding you in an approximation of the exact position you had been in while dancing last night.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he gritted out, those deep, brown eyes glittering with fire. Javi brought his hand up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while he continued, and all you could do was stand there, transfixed by his words and the sheer emotion behind them. “You think it’s easy for me to stay away? To act like I’m not thinking about you every goddamn minute of the day?" He shook his head with a defeated expression.

“All I want is to have you,” he continued, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just under your ear. He paused and your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the moment when you would finally feel his lips on yours.

Without warning, he released you, leaving you cold and wanting as your eyes flew open. Looking at his face, you saw pain etched in every line, agony reflecting in his eyes.

“But I can’t give you what you want.”

He turned away, looking down the street, jaw clenched. You felt tears prick your eyes, frustrated with his words. “Javi,” you began, reaching out, “You’re what I want, I don’t need—”

“No,” he insisted, refusing to meet your eyes. “I need to catch Escobar, that’s the only thing that matters. I’ve been so distracted and I—” He broke off, his hand coming up to massage at his neck in a gesture so familiar it hurt. He dropped his head with a frustrated sigh and gently pushed at your shoulder.

“Come on, we need to get home.”

You let Javier walk a few steps ahead of you, mind spinning and heart squeezing painfully in your chest. You had felt so warm in his arms, so alive, like every one of your nerve endings buzzed when you were pressed against his body. Now, even with the worn leather of Javi’s jacket pulled around you, you felt chilled, lonely, incomplete.

Down deep, you knew Javier Peña was a selfless man. He wanted to do good, be good, but always felt like he was falling short. He had one mission in Colombia: to capture Pablo Escobar. Anything beyond that was unnecessary, a distraction; something you understood well.

But your heart was selfish - you wanted both. To find Escobar and have him extradited and locked up with a maximum sentence, definitely. But on those lonely nights and the moments in-between when you could imagine something other than the gritty underworld of Colombian drug trafficking, you wanted Javier. Wanted his arms around you, his mouth against yours. You wanted to trace the lines of his neck with your tongue, wanted to run your hands down his torso, then lower, lower, until you breathlessly gripped him and slid down, finally finding home in the middle of the madness.

At an impasse and emotionally drained, you stayed silent for the remainder of your walk, watching Javi turn his key in the security door and shuffling in behind him. You began up the stairs, the feeling of Javier’s gaze burning through you, before you remembered the coat curled around your body.

“Oh, I forgot,” you mumbled, moving to the bottom step while shrugging the garment off. You held it out to Javier, keeping your eyes on the floor, silently begging him to just take it so you could lock yourself in your apartment and break down in private.

“Keep it,” Javi replied, the gravel in his voice still sending a thrill of arousal through your body despite the fact that you felt like he was slipping away from you. "Something to remember me by when we get out of this shithole."

You smiled sadly, reaching out to place a hand gently against his chest, your palm settled over the steady beat of his heart.

Javier stared at you, the longing in his eyes so tangible you couldn't stop the tears from falling. He gently swiped them from your cheeks, a sad smile on his lips.

"Don't cry over me, Sweetheart. I'm not worth your tears."

He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your cheek, letting his full lips linger for a moment before taking a step back, the inches between you feeling like an impassable chasm. You stood silently, afraid that the tenuous grip you held on your emotions would break if you tried to speak. Javier turned and entered his apartment, never giving you a backwards glance, and you were left standing on the stairs alone.

With no reason to hold back you let your tears fall, your knees giving way as you sat down hard on the dirty step beneath you. You buried your face in the bundle of soft leather you held, weeping over a love you never had in the first place. Eventually, once your sobs calmed, you made your way up the stairs to your apartment and fell into bed exhausted, still clutching Javier’s jacket in your arms.

[rachelsteapot]

Hiiii I saw you would like to write about Arthur Shelby!! That’s great cause there aren’t many stories about him. Could you please write one where he gets jealous or possessive? Please and thank you

OMG YES! One jealous and posessive Arthur coming right up!

Disclaimer: I really do not know how good this is, I wrote it in like one sitting so any constructive critcism is apprecated :)

Warnings: Sexual harrassment, Fighting, blood if you squint. 

Tags: @theshelbyclan 

I Promise (Jealous!Arthur x Fem!Reader)

From the first time he set eyes on you, Arthur Shelby knew that you were going to be his, and there was no room for anyone else. At first, his brothers thought he was sick; he was so far from his normal demeanour that sickness must have been the cause. It was most unlike the eldest Shelby brother to not hire a whore when they went into town, and god forbid he stopped playing in the snow. Then, his brothers realised the root of this change in his behaviour. 

You were the newest addition to the Shelby assistants. Bright eyed and bushy tailed,  you were always ready and willing to dive headfirst into a stack of invoices, or sit and steadily decipher one of the brother's chicken scratch handwriting. Tommy had hired you specifically to work with Arthur due to his struggles with most, if not all, literary ventures. Especially the numerical kind. 

You had been warned by Tommy that Arthur could be difficult to say the least. According to your boss, he was prone to fits of rage, often came across as rude, and liked to snort cocaine. However, this was a side of Arthur that you never saw. Tommy put it down to your voice, perhaps thinking that the way you spoke reminded Arthur of their mother, but you weren’t so sure. Sometimes you noticed Arthur watching you when he didn't think you were looking. There was something else in his eyes, beyond the sadness, there was love. You weren’t sure, but didn’t exactly intend to ask about it. Sometimes, when you were helping Arthur with his numbers, he would sit you on his lap and have you check his maths as he worked. He was slowly improving, and you were sure that he knew, but more and more often he would seemingly make deliberate mistakes so you had to come and help him. 

Throughout your time together, you had grown close to Arthur and he to you, perhaps a bit closer than a boss and his assistant should have been. But what mattered was that Arthur’s work was improving, and you were doing your share of the paperwork. 

Recently however, you had noticed Arthur daydreaming when you worked with him. While you were explaining maths, his eyes would drift away, and he wouldn't seem to hear what you were saying. During these periods, the mistakes he made were genuine, causing him to get frustrated more and more often. 

The only thing left to do was ask him what was wrong. 

It was a warm Thursday afternoon when you noticed Arthur drifting in and out of thought. You were sitting at your desk, reading through a stack of invoices, while he sat at his, reading some memo from Tommy. A heavy sigh interrupted your train of thought and you looked up to see Arthur cradling his head in his hands. You stood, kicking your shoes off before slowly padding over to his desk. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you leaned over the back of his chair and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“What’s wrong, Arthur?” your gentle query received another sigh. 

“Nothing, Y/N. Just Tommy being a twat again and not asking what I thought.” came his grumbled reply. You gently placed a kiss just above his ear and sighed too. 

“Why don’t you tell him?” That received a dry chuckle as he sat up and you slid off his shoulders, coming to stand next to him. 

“It doesn’t exactly work like that, but maybe. There’s a family meeting tomorrow. I might, but I doubt he’ll listen.” You nodded and licked your lips slightly in thought. 

“Just let me know if there’s anything I can help with,” you said gently as you returned to your desk. He nodded in response and you both quietly slipped back into a swirling world of numbers and letters. 

Friday evening was the next time you saw Arthur. He was working away from his office for most of Friday, especially since there was a race on and Shelby Company limited still operated a betting shop. You had been counting the earnings of today’s race for hours, so when Finn pranced into your office at the end of the day and asked if you wanted to go to The Garrison with him and the boys, the answer was a resounding yes.

As you left your office for the evening, Finn linked your arm with his and walked you to the Garrison, happily comparing the work that you two had done. There was nothing flirtatious about your relationship with Finn, he was too young for you anyway. But, he had an easygoing sense of adventure and was known to crack a joke about anything. Besides, Finn had his suspicions about you and Arthur, and he knew that if it was as he suspected, it would not be wise to try anything. 

The two of you arrived at The Garrison and relaxed into the noisy, smoky atmosphere. You could have easily entered the Shelby box, but preferred to mingle with people more akin to yourself once in a while. Finn ordered for you, and before you knew it, you had been challenged to a drinking game. Usually you wouldn’t have bothered, but tonight, you were out to win. 

Arthur stepped through the doors of his beloved pub, just in time to see Y/N drinking his baby brother, Finn, under the table. He chuckled lightly to himself, but his mood soon turned sour when he noticed that you weren’t just experiencing his attention. The man sitting next to you at the bar had placed his hand on your waist and was trying to pull you onto his lap. Try being the keyword here, as you had turned to him and tried to explain that, one: you weren’t a prostitute, and two: you weren’t interested. But this man was adamant, even reaching up to feel at your breasts. 

Arthur could feel your discomfort from where he stood. He could feel the fire of rage building up in his stomach, until, finally, he snapped. 

You hadn’t even noticed that Arthur was here until you felt the man that had been bothering you get ripped away. As you turned to find out what was happening, you saw the side of Arthur that, until now, you had doubted the existence of.  

Arthur had your harasser on the floor and was beating him with a fury that you'd never seen before. It was clear that this man was unconscious, and his face was a bloodied mess. If no one stopped him soon, this man may die. And, really, that was what Arthur wanted. You were under his protection, regardless of whether you liked it or not, and no one would hurt you again. 

You stepped forwards, wobbling slightly from the alcohol you had consumed. As you approached, Arthur tensed, sensing that someone was coming. Slowly, you placed your hand on his back and he spun around, towering over you. 

“Arthur, please. Stop.” Finally it clicked in Arthur’s brain that this newcomer was you. His eyes softened. 

“Let’s go home, love,” He croaked, sliding his hand around your waist and leading you out of the pub. You gently steered Arthur towards your home, unlocking the door when you arrived and sitting Arthur down on the sofa. He sat there, silently shaking, while you gathered a first aid kit. 

“This is going to sting a little bit, Arthur,” you whispered as you sat down on the sofa beside him and dabbed some whiskey onto a cotton pad, taking his hands into yours to clean the cuts. He winced slightly, but sat still as you began to wrap his hands in bandages. 

“Arthur?” 

“Hm?” 

“Why did you do it?” you asked, leaning onto his shoulder as you tied off the bandages. Arthur looked down at you and took your chin into one of his hands.

He held your chin, tilting your head so you looked him in the eyes. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt you. I love you too much for that,” he muttered before pressing his lips gently to yours. 

“I will never let anyone hurt you, I promise.”

[tae-cup]

.hamartia. ‘Part 6,

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (f) x Taehyung (?)

Genre: Mafia!Au, Fluff, Angst (Mostly angst oopsies) I DO NOT CONDONE BEHAVIOR DISPLAYED IN THIS, PLEASE IT’S FICTION AND DON’T DO STUPID THINGS THANK YOU

Plot: Y/N is a skilled, well, torturer, though you don’t like to call yourself that; it makes what you do too real. When mafia boss Yoongi wants information or wants a hostage to suffer, you step in. However, one fateful day you are thrown Taehyung, another person who does your line of work. You need answers, he is determined not to give them to you. That’s when you try...a different approach, and Yoongi is not pleased.

Rating: TV-MA

WARNINGS: YO IF YOU’RE NOT COOL WITH SUBTLE BI AGENDAS THEN I’M SORRY THIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU, Blood, torture, mafia things (ya know?), drugs alcohol, sadistic tendencies, a fundamentally flawed main character (I’m sorry i’m just writing myself pretty much), assault, harassment, stalking (not bad), romance (somehow), Maybe stockholm syndrome???

Word Count: 3k Words

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter but I sorta like it.

Other:

Masterlist

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Hamartia

~ The word hamartia refers to a flaw or mistake that leads to a fictional character's downfall. Classical tragedies revolve around the main character's hamartia, the tragic flaw that sets a series of disastrous events in motion. Achilles' heel was his hamartia – his fatal flaw.

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“What do you mean they’re gone.” Yoongi never raised his voice, but there was a steel to his tone. 

“We searched everywhere on the property, hyung.” Jungkook pleaded. 

“No. No they can’t have just up and left, now could they?” Yoongi stayed absolutely still, not willing to give away the flame broiling inside. He still cared for you. Of course he did. He couldn’t bare to see you in pain. He left...for you. The man believed it was for the best. He just hadn’t expected you to then throw yourself into your work. 

“N-no.” Jungkook stammered. The poor boy had already been traumatized enough after seeing Mark being shot in front of him. 

“And it’s boss, to you.” Yoongi continued, his words cutting deep into Jungkook. They had known each other for so long. They grew up together, yet here Yoongi was, souring and severing the relationship he held so dear. With striking clarity he realized he did this a lot; pushed people away. He was wrong before. He was the selfish one. Self-preservation was the issue. 

Jungkook flinched at the man’s words. Jimin stood quietly in the corner, heart breaking at the sight before him. He hadn’t known the two as long as they had known each other, but that didn’t stop him from feeling pain for the ties he saw being cut. The short man still didn’t move to intervene the fight beginning. 

“I know you care for them, but what if they left voluntarily?” Jungkook pondered, instantly regretting the words as they tumbled out of his mouth. Yoongi instantly narrowed his eyes. He leaned forward and place his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers to rest his chin on them. 

“And why would they do that?” 

Silence. 

God awful silence. 

The younger male made the wise decision to remain silent. Yoongi slowly stood, pressing his palms into the table as a power play. 

“Find them. You’re dismissed.” He said with a wave of his hand. The young boy scurried off, seemingly wanting to leave the office as fast as possible. 

Only Jimin remained. He didn’t move from his spot in the corner as the silent observer. He watched Yoongi rake his hand through his hair. Then the dark haired man called out to the silver haired one. 

“Jimin, sit.” He sighed. Jimin nodded and swiftly took a seat. The tension from earlier lingered, but it wasn’t quite as intense. “I like that about you.” 

Jimin looked up slightly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His hands subconsciously went to his hair. Yoongi scoffed at the action. 

“Not your hair, dumbass.” Then he took a seat as well. “I mean, you follow directions well. You never do what you’re not supposed to and you keep your head down, not asking questions.” 

The other male’s ears pricked up at the sound of his companion’s words. He smiled slightly to himself, but tried his best to keep a neutral face. He just dipped his head in a swift nod. Yoongi looked at him, intrigued, before continuing. 

“I don’t trust Kook to find them whatsoever.” He addressed Jungkook with a casualness that seemed odd given the earlier fight. “So, I’m also sending you to find them. We have some men tied up downstairs that may have answers and since my darling Y/N is missing, you will need to take the task of getting their information.” 

Jimin swallowed thickly. He realized that maybe he was the monster between You and him. After all, he had been in this business far longer than you and he had yet to lose his head. Maybe that’s why Yoongi trusted him without a doubt. 

“Of course, boss.” 

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“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” You said, a teasing tone at the back of your throat. Taehyung sat in front of you. For the past 10 minutes, he had just stared at you, not speaking a word. And you tried to as well, but it was hard to with your swollen eye. The not speaking issue wasn’t really an issue as you had dealt with it for months. 

“I trusted you. You betrayed me so easily.” You sneered. You hated him. Hated him. But you just couldn’t get the words out. “And I thought you were a man of honor.” With that, he let a laugh escape. 

“You really think there are men of honor in our business, Y/N? I have-”

“Killed a thousand people, blah blah blah. Haven’t we all?” You rolled your eyes. “Come on, I know the intimidation tactic.” You groaned. His eyes grew darker. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can and will if necessary. And I may not be a man of honor but,” He turned around, seemingly not wanting to meet your gaze. He stopped himself short, remembering the audio was still running. The man sighed and turned back around. If you had seen his eyes in the short in the short time he had turned around, you would see him break. He knew you were observant and he didn’t want you to see him like that. Taehyung wasn’t honorable in any sense, but he wasn’t a complete monster. He had grown an attachment to you; you, who was so complicated it made his head spin. 

“But?” You frowned. His eyes swept the room. Then he leaned in. 

“Please pretend I’m saying something nasty.” His breath fanning against your neck and his proximity made your heart race. You gave the slightest of nods in agreement. “Okay, I didn’t want to turn you in.” 

“You bitch.” You played along. He paid you no mind. 

“We were caught, but I realized I couldn’t help you out of here if I was also incapacitated.” He mumbled against your skin. You felt your breath hitch. Was he telling the truth? Was he playing a game with you? 

“Fuck off.” You spewed out. Then you whispered back with the same ferocity, “Why haven’t you gotten me out then.”

“I had some complications.” 

You looked at him questioningly. He waved you off. He knew he had to hurt you in some way to appease them. So he went with a good ‘ole sucker punch to your fucking stomach. Of course it didn’t please him to see you in pain and he shot you a pained look, one that you couldn’t see from how quickly your eyes closed in shock.  

You gasped for air as he left. This man really just promised to help me escape and then punched me in the fucking stomach. You hissed to yourself. What an ass. 

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“Why do you push people away?” 

Your eyes snapped to Taehyung as he sat, once more, in front of you. 

“I’m not sure what you mean.” 

“Yes, you do.” he could tell from your instinctual reaction. You looked around, eyes sweeping the room again, as if the walls would somehow disappear. They didn’t, obviously, and you decided that there was no point in hiding. You weren’t sure what Taehyung’s intentions were. He seemed like he was trying to get to know you, like how you had approached him, except he made the mistake of also letting his comrades in to have fun torturing you for information. Luckily, you were a lot more soulless than you let on and you managed to endure the pain. Blood dribbled from your mouth from the earlier beating. You spat this blood onto the floor. 

“Like hell I would tell you.” You shuddered. You knew you were close to breaking. It had been weeks. Yoongi probably didn’t spare you a thought, the heartless bastard, Maybe you were a quick fuck for him and that was all.

“You have nothing left to lose.” He shrugged, reading you easily. He had gotten better at this, slowly worming his way into your mind. 

“You’re right, but I still have some sense of sanity.” Not much. 

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” He laid a soft hand on your knee. You didn’t even realize you were shaking. 

“I think you’d change your mind really quick if you actually knew me.” You shook your head. The rest of your body hurt too much to even consider moving. 

“Tell me...What’s wrong, Y/N, with the word selfish?” 

Instantly, you growled lowly at the word. “Don’t say that word with my name in the same sentence ever again.” 

He grinned, knowing he hit a nerve. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. Fine. But at least tell me why.” 

You thought it over a moment, having a battle in your head. The way he stared at you almost made you feel obligated to tell him. You didn’t have the strength to both fight his advances to know you, and to keep yourself fucking alive. So you gave in, promising yourself that this would be the last time. You always broke your promises to yourself. 

“I’m selfish because I don’t want to be selfless.” You emphasized the last part. “I don’t want to give all of myself to someone else or something else because if I gave away a piece of me to every person I’ve ever cared about,” You hesitated before hanging your head low. “I’d have none of myself left. So instead I forcefully rip myself back from their prying hands, even if it breaks them in the process.” 

You were a naturally selfless person. Being selfish was a learned behavior after a long time of being in this world of crime. Taehyung nodded slowly, but there was no pity in his eyes, you hated pity, but he did have understanding. 

“I get it.” He muttered. Then he took your bloodied hand, still tied to the chair, and held it softly. “I’m selfish too.” 

You almost relaxed until those last words. Yoongi flashed across your mind, reminding you of your situation. You jerked your hand back, as much as you could in your situation. He noticed. Taehyung slowly withdrew. 

“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” He apologized, his deep voice its own kind of relaxation. 

“You can do what you want. You’re not the one tied up to a chair. And frankly, that was better than being punched in the gut.” You said with an accusing tone. 

“Ah right.” He scratched the back of his head. “Sorry about that. I just can’t leave you unscathed or else there will be issues.” He glanced at the security cameras. Taehyung usually had great self control. He never said more than he needed to and his co-workers would describe him as short and blunt when speaking. So why did he go to the extra lengths of formalities and apologies when it came to you? He couldn’t put his finger on it. 

“Yeah yeah. As long as there’s no permanent damage, Yoongi might save your life.” You only half joked. 

“You still think Yoongi is coming? It’s been weeks.” He chuckled bitterly. You swallowed thickly, reality dawning on you. 

“I’m sure he is.” You felt your jaw clench. Maybe he was right. Maybe no one was coming for you. 

“I see your resolve wavering. I’m working on...a plan.” His voice dipped low at that last part. You coughed, rolling your eyes. 

“Does that matter now? Why don’t you just kill me already? I’m not giving you information and it’s clear they don’t care enough about me for you to use me as a bargaining chip.” You spat blood onto the ground, too tired to do anything else. You just wanted it all to be over with. 

“Hey,” His voice was gentle, almost soft. “Look at me.” His hand went out to your cheek as you lifted your heavy eyelids to look at him. 

“Come on, Tae, stop dragging this out. I did nothing but keep you captive the entire time you were with me. You owe me nothing.” 

The handsome man nodded. “I know.” He murmured. 

There was a loud bang from somewhere outside. “I just wanted to make sure you know I’m sorry for everything. If we had met under better circumstances, I would have liked to get to know you. But I can’t, not now, and we will probably never meet again.” 

“What do you mean?” Your voice was hushed as another bang came from outside. There were footsteps and loud voices. Taehyung didn’t answer, he just donned a serious expression. Your breath hitched as you watched him take out his gun and flick the safety off. 

“I’ve got to go.” He held up his gun and rushed outside the room, his feet joining the beat of many others. 

-

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Sitting in the dark is not fun. Your eyes strained against the pitch blackness of the room. There was the smallest sliver of yellow light from under the doorway. It was giving you a headache. You shut your eyes, growing increasingly annoyed by the tightness of the ropes. 

“Could have at least loosened the ropes.” You grumble to yourself. Then you slowly opened your eyes, hearing the commotion die down. Your sense went into overdrive, eyes trapped on the door. Slow, heavy set, footsteps walked down the hallway. It was way too quiet. Your body shook, a natural reaction. Anytime someone stopped outside your door, it had been to beat you until you lost consciousness. Your breath caught in your chest. 

“Y/N?” A deep voice murmured. “Are you alright?” 

You narrowed your eyes, debating whether or not to answer. You didn’t really get a choice, however, because the door flew open to reveal two men you really didn’t want to see. Taehyung and Yoongi. Yoongi was stiffly standing there, drinking in your appearance, while Taehyung panted, clearly from running. 

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asked, swallowing thickly. Then he turned to Taehyung. “You were supposed to keep her safe, you prick.”

Taehyung simply shrugged. The two ignored your bewildered expression. “Hold on. So Taehyung...was a double agent?” 

“This is a dangerous business.” Taehyung smiled wolfishly. 

“I trusted you.” Yoongi grabbed the man’s shirt. You cleared your throat, finally drawing attention to yourself. 

“While I’d love to see this go down, I’d also like my freedom back.” You mused, a smirk on your face. As Yoongi hurried over, untangling you from your ropes, you added more flames to the wildfire of issues between the two men. “You know Taehyung was so good at acting, it fooled me. Especially when he punched me in the gut.” You tried not to wince and you could see he looked away, ashamed. 

“He what?”“ Yoongi turned, staring at Taehyung incredulously. “I should have you killed for this.”

Yoongi helped you out and you felt your legs fall from under you. They were numb, not responding to your desperate wishes for them to move. After all, you had been strapped to that chair for weeks. Yoongi caught you, rough hands running over your bloodied arms. 

“Fuck. I never should have trusted him to keep you safe.” Yoongi murmured, shooting Taehyung a glare. 

“It’s okay, I just...I need some explanation.” You breathed. How long had you been toyed with? Who else knew? Did Jimin know? Why would Yoongi send one of his own to be tortured? 

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“I should kill you right now.” Yoongi held his gun out, finger twitching on the trigger. 

“Now what good would that do?” Taehyung’s mouth quirked upwards ever so slightly. “You’ll never know why I’m here.”

“I don’t need to know.” The shorter man eyed the other’s stance. Taehyung was casually standing there, hand resting on the holster that held his handgun. 

“Do we have a deal?” Taehyung watched Yoongi. 

“Like hell we do.” Yoongi held a blank expression. His eyes roamed Taehyung’s face and body, sizing him up. 

“Come on.” Taehyung ran a hand through his hair. “I’m willing to be your little spy, a double agent against my own gang.”

“Why?”

“I want protection. Total protection when you attack my gang. I’ll even protect Y/N if that’s what you wish.”

That made Yoongi hesitate. He had been looking for a bodyguard. You were of the utmost importance. Jimin stood to the side, ever the shadow. He nudged his boss, “I think it’s a good idea.” He murmured into his ear. 

“I think you know more than you let on, Taehyung. But I’ll give you a chance.” He snapped, waving off the taller man. “You’re dismissed. I want you back here, Friday, to discuss new information.” 

Taehyung bowed his head and left. 

“Jimin.” Yoongi commanded, eyes flicking to the seat in front of him. Jimin took a seat. “I want you to watch Taehyung. Be discreet.” 

The younger man nodded. “I will.” 

“Great, and try not to tell Y/N. She’s stressed out enough as it is.”

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Another punch. Blood flew from a nose. 

“Rot in hell.” 

Blood was spat on the floor. 

“That’s where you’re mistaken. I thrive in hell.” Yoongi bent over Taehyung, studying him. He tilted his head before standing, wiping the blood on his hands onto a rag nearby. “Our deal means nothing. You have no use to me anymore.” Yoongi chuckled darkly, moving to the exit. “I hope you never see the sunlight again.” 

The door slammed shut. 

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I forgot to put this in before I posted, but I’m writing through my iphone hotspot and It’s so slow. - Marria

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Imagine your sister having you move in with her after the last of your family has passed away. Living with superheros and agents never ever crossed your mind, but here you are. Fortunately for you, your sister's boyfriend grants you your own personal floor which no one visits less they've talked to you beforehand.

Brock X Reader

After SHIELD fell and HYDRA came out of the shadows, the world was in chaos. No one knew who to trust and people became paranoid of their city and state officials/representatives after it came out that there was a HYDRA mole within the President's inner circle. It took months and a lot of trust for Captain America, along with a select few trusted individuals, to figure out who was clean and not a lying liar who lied.

No one no longer trusted anything affiliated with the name SHIELD, so it took a lot of persuasion for the World Council to put the Avengers in charge of their very own division. They were to be in charge of all the ex-SHIELD agents who were actually on the right side of things and to be in charge of training any new powered individuals in hopes of them putting their powers to good use.

It was a lot of work, but eventually everyone came together. But then your father passed away- the man you'd been taking care of since your mother passed- and your elder sister Pepper wanted to keep you close. And since you couldn't deny your sister anything, you made the decision to relocate.

Moving into Avengers Tower, you were momentarily starstruck by Captain America. It took Tony pouting and Pepper smothering her giggles for you to snap out it, and after quickly apologizing to Captain- call me Steve- America, meeting everyone else was fairly easy. However, your right eyebrow did twitch every time you saw someone in uniform or covered in blood and/or bandages. Tony thought it was hilarious, but your sister took pity and they relocated you to your own personal floor that had everything you needed so you didn't have to leave your floor if you didn't want to.

Life turned out pretty great, especially after landing the job of receptionist for the Tower. Making appointments, granting/denying entry, and reading everyone's file who stepped into the tower was a pretty easy gig. But sometimes there were some idiots who liked to make your job a little harder than necessary.

Sitting behind a desk, taking calls and making appointments on Stark's fancy tech was probably the easiest job you've ever had. Ogling the powered individuals and agents in tactical gear was a major plus of the work environment, but dealing with the entitled rich assholes who thought themselves too important to need an appointment all while keeping a smile in place was the downfall. Like right now for example.

"I'm sorry, sir," you say for the sixth time, internally screaming, "but I really can't let you up without an appointment. Miss Potts and Mister Stark are very busy people."

Entitled asshole #3 of the day sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You don't seem to understand-"

"I understand perfectly." You smile, adding a touch of pity to your expression. "But rules are rules. I could lose my job if I let you upstairs and you interrupt a meeting they're currently in."

The scumbag scoffs. "As if finding another job is so hard. There's a coffee house on nearly every corner needing a pretty face behind the counter."

Your smile falters, your eye twitches, and your gaze goes steely.

"Is there a problem here?" The gruff voice startles you and your gaze cuts to the left. Standing there is one of the agents who are usually in and out of the tower, but it's someone you've never seen before. Dark eyes, dark hair cut short on the sides and styled loosely on top, and a five o'clock shadow clinging to a very cut jawline.

Your fellow receptionist audibly swoons and you have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing. Quickly glancing at your screen where a pop-up is suddenly blinking from facial recognition being triggered as the agent stepped up to the desk, your smile turns more genuine and lax. "Agent Rumlow. You're early."

"Cap likes his men being punctual, sweetheart." His lips twitch in your direction and the scumbag quietly groans. His gaze narrows as he looks back to the annoyance of the day. "Now is there a problem? I don't think Mister Stark or Miss Potts appreciates you harassing their receptionists."

"Look, man, all I want is to talk with Miss Potts. I'm only in town for a few days and-"

"-and Miss Potts is a very busy woman. If you wanted a meeting with her, then you should have called weeks prior to your trip to see if there was a possibility we could squeeze you in. Dropping in at the last second is really not appropriate."

Scumbag puffs up as if to go off again, but agent Rumlow steps in. "There you have it, pal. You ain't getting upstairs so I suggest you take the loss and schedule an appointment for the next time you're in town."

The guy huffs, bends down to pick up his suitcase, and stomps off. Once he exits and the door shuts behind him, your shoulders droop. "Jesus Christ," you mutter. "That was the most stubborn one today." Your fellow receptionist chuckles and goes back to work, and the agent grins. Smiling sheepishly, you say, "Sorry, agent Rumlow. I shouldn't have said that out loud."

"You're fine," he assures you. "People might make light of the work you do as a receptionist, but they don't take into account the assholes you have to deal with on a daily basis. You're allowed a sigh of relief after dealing with that."

You mock swoon, holding a hand over your heart. "Why, Mr. Rumlow, I do believe you've just become my favorite person ever." That earns you a chuckle and you almost really do swoon. His smile is fuckin' lethal.

Before you can say anything else, your screen pings. Glancing at it, you see it's a message from Tony.

     'Stop flirting with Rumlow and send him on up. It's weird.'

     'Aye, aye, second boss man.'

After hitting send, you turn your gaze back to agent Rumlow. "They're expecting you upstairs. I assume you know the way?"

"'Course I do, darling." He raps his knuckles against the desk before walking backwards, he then turning and heading for the special elevator that goes up passed the average Stark Inc. floors. Then once settled inside the elevator, he faces the closing doors and winks before he's hidden from view.

"Holy shit," you utter, picking up a file that was laying nearby and fanning yourself with it.

The second receptionist chuckles. "Holy shit indeed. Brock Rumlow is not only one of the best agents SHIELD or the Avengers has ever had, but that man is hotter than hell."

"I don't doubt that. Especially the hotter than hell part." Your friend giggles and you put the file down, composing yourself immediately when you see the lobby doors open. "Okay. Shut up about Rumlow now. We need to concentrate on work and not what his dick might look like."

Your friend cackles and you immediately regret your words when everyone in the lobby startles and glances your way.

Over the next week you're treated to watching Agent Rumlow come and go from the tower. He and another agent had apparently been reassigned temporarily, and you were quite grateful since he and Agent Rollins made quite the eye candy. It also helped that Agent Rumlow seemed to scare off anyone giving you trouble because they didn't make an appointment or missed one.

Thankfully, however, your time off has come up and you're quite looking forward to relaxing the next four days. Even if it means you don't get to see the hot agents come and go.

You have dinner with your sister and Tony, and spend some down time with the Avengers who are not on-call by playing some video games or going out and exploring the city.

Then on your third day off, your favorite football team is scheduled to play- the Dallas Cowboys vs. Atlanta Falcons. The only sport fanatics- Sam and Bucky- were busy, so it appeared you were going to be watching alone. You ordered enough food for four people in case the boys got back early, then headed to your bedroom to change into a Dak Prescott jersey, some small sleep shorts, and a pair of knee high socks.

As you waited for your food to be delivered, you let the pre-game play as background noise while pulling down a small stack in plates and a handful of utensils in case guests popped in.

The elevator dings nearly forty minutes later and you practically skip over to greet the delivery boy. Only.. it's not a delivery boy. Oh no. It's more like delivery men. Agent men.

Coming to a stop several feet away, your right eyebrow raises in surprise. "Rumlow. Rollins. This is a surprise."

Their stoic expressions immediately melt and Rollins lights up, whereas Brock turns curious.

"G'Day, love!" Jack Rollins greets, his usual murder-face vanishing when faced with a friend as he enters your domain.

Brock follows, plastic bags swinging from his hands. "You live here, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. The floor is accessible only to those given permission to visit." Realization dawns on both men and you slowly grin. "You've pressed the button before, haven't you?"

"Yep. Never worked," Rollins muses. "Now where do you want these, sheila? He then asks, you trying not to giggle at his Australian accent as he raises the plastic bags in hand.

"Kitchen is good," you say, gesturing them to follow. They do and you huff a laugh when you glance over your shoulder and see them glancing around your place. You have an entire floor to yourself, it being an open-floor plan with the only doors leading to the two bedrooms which each have their own bathrooms inside. Then watching as Rumlow and Rollins set the bags of food down, you say, "JARVIS scans everyone in the elevators. If they press the button for my floor and aren't on the approved list, the elevator won't budge. If you've been approved, JARVIS will let the elevator stop on my floor."

"No offense, sweetheart, but how does a secretary land a place like this?" Brock asks.

You shrug. "My sister wanted me close. We're all that's left of our family and when she asked me to move in, I did."

"Sister?" Rollins asks, brow furrowing.

"Have you guys not noticed my last name? Seriously?" Brock and Jack shrug, and you laugh. "Potts. I'm Y/N Potts. Pepper's younger sister."

"Holy shit."

"You can say that again, mate."

"Now that that's out of the way," you grin. "How did you guys get up here?"

"Oh. Uhh. Shelly?" Brock says, stating it as a question rather than an answer. "She was working the desk downstairs when we getting ready to leave for the night. Delivery guy left the food and she asked us to bring it up after typing something on her computer."

"Hmm. She must have been giving you temporary access to drop off the food," you say. Both men nod and glance around again, and you smother a smile when you see their gaze drawn to the TV. "Well if you guys are off for the night and don't have any plans, I ordered a lot of food if you want to stick around and watch the game. There's beer and other drinks in the fridge."

"Ace!" Jack cheers, turning to dig through the bags he and Brock had just brought up.

You chuckle and then glance at Brock, coloring slightly as his gaze drop down to your bare legs then back up towards your navy blue jersey. He grimaces. "Cowboys fan, sweetheart?"

"Don't hate," you say. "I'll agree to Romo being a pansy ass QB, but Prescott is actually pretty decent. Beasley and Witten are beasts, and you can't tell me otherwise." He holds his hands up in mock surrender and you gesture to the food once more. "Now come on. Grab a plate and fill it. If Clint decides to drop in tonight, he'll eat all the egg rolls."

Jack holds a beer out to Brock as he passes by and the two men waste no time in helping themselves to the food.

As the night progresses, neither men hide their amusement as they see a completely different side of you. Gone are the pant suits and pencil skirts and calm demeanor, and in their place is a screaming football fanatic wearing the smallest shorts ever threatening the ref on TV because he missed throwing the flag on a face mask call.

You don't know what possesses you to give agents Rumlow and Rollins access to your floor, but you do and you've never been more happy. After that first night where they stayed to watch the game with you, something just clicked with them. Jack Rollins was strictly a friend, sometimes a flirtatious one, but Brock Rumlow was something else. Neither of you dared speak of it and you were content to just tiptoe around whatever it was.

And then once they realized they had access to your floor, it seemed like there were no boundaries. Brock and Jack dropped by a lot, but of course they always asked beforehand. If you were working, they managed to coincide their lunch break with yours, or if you were off you either cooked or ordered in to have lunch with them. They even sometimes crashed in your spare bedroom when their shifts got separated and one or the other didn't want to go to their own apartment alone.

Tony was indifferent to your weekly, sometimes daily visitors, but Pepper was wary of them because of their deep undercover stint in HYDRA. However, one particular incident had instantly warmed your sister to Brock.

It was one of your off days and a day Pepper had taken off for some much needed retail therapy when you ended up back at your place. You had stepped off the elevator, sighing in contentment and kicking off your shoes. Pepper followed suit, but then came to an abrupt halt when she spotted someone sleeping on your couch.

"Y/N, is that..?"

"Hmm." You glance in the direction she is staring, smiling softly. "Brock? Yeah. He and Jack drop in when they pull doubles and don't feel like driving to their place."

"Oh. I wasn't aware-"

"Don't make it weird, Pep. Well.. any weirder."

Pepper opens her mouth to retort, but Brock snuffling in his sleep stalls her. "Fury wants all the mangoes," he mumbles. "My mangoes."

You snort and Pepper dissolves into a bout of giggles. "He sleep talks," you tell her. "It's adorable."

The elevator dings softly, and you and your sister turn around to see a tired agent Rollins step off. He smiles politely at Pepper before stepping up to you, he giving you a one-armed hug and a kiss to your temple.

"Room free, love?"

"All yours, Rollins. I'll wake Brock."

"Thanks. Miss Potts," he then nods as he greets your sister, walking off towards your guest bedroom.

Your sister glances at you and you shrug, grinning. Then stepping around your couch, you find a small portion to sit on that's near Brock's hip and gently shake him awake. "Time to wake up, handsome. Your shift starts in ten minutes."

It takes a few moments, but Brock eventually wakes. He smiles sleepily, yawns and stretches, and then is thrown into full wakefulness when he spots your sister. He greets her formally and Pepper hides her smile, she watching him curiously as he grabs his stuff to take his leave.

"Mr. Rumlow?" Pepper calls out. She waits until he turns around. "How do you feel about mangoes?"

His nose scrunches. "Hate them. Why?"

"No reason." Pepper's faux innocence makes you cackle, she dissolving into laughter of her own when Brock frowns at your reaction.

After that day, things had been smooth sailing.

It was rare that all the ladies of the tower had the same night off, so when that time came everyone got together to relax, eat, have drinks, and talk about what's been on their minds as of late.

Pepper, Natasha, Wanda, Darcy, and Jane were well onto the third bottle of wine and settled quite comfortably in the lounge area of your apartment with music playing softly in the background. While everyone was talking and laughing, Jane was the only one distracted as she scribbled notes on a pad of paper you had tossed at her when she started scribbling on napkins.

The elevator dings and every lady calms down, turning to see who was crashing their night.

Agent Rollins steps off, yawning, and his perfectly gelled hair looking a little out of place. Everyone goes eerily quiet, but you grin at his sleepy state.

"Room open, love?" He asks, already heading towards your guest bedroom.

"Nope. But you're more than welcome to wake him and send him to mine. He's only been sleeping for three hours."

"Thanks, sheila."

As Jack disappears, the ladies all turn back towards you. You shrug innocently as Pepper hides her smile behind her glass of wine. But before anyone can say anything, a sleepy Brock walks out of your guest room in nothing but his boxer briefs. Wanda's eyes widen before she quickly averts them, Natasha appraises him quite blatantly, Darcy gapes, and even Jane stops doodling long enough to watch a half naked Brock disappear into your room.

"Agent Rumlow?" Natasha then amuses. "Nice."

"I swear it's not what it looks like," you quickly defend, chuckling.

"They're in the awkward stage," Pepper says. "It's adorable."

"Damn girl. Get some." Darcy waggles her eyebrows, Jane snorts, and you groan.

"He is quite handsome," Wanda quietly muses. "I did not know he had all those muscles."

You sigh longingly, nodding. "So many muscles."

"Mhm. What exactly are agents Rumlow and Rollins doing here?" Natasha wonders.

"They sometimes sleep here when they work double shifts." You shrug. "Brock got in just before you all showed up and Jacky's shift just ended. He prefers the mattress in the guest bedroom rather than mine and Brock, the weirdo, can sleep anywhere."

"And you're just immune to all that?" Darcy asks, waving her hand in the direction of your room.

"Mostly." Jack reappears, he too now half naked. You roll your eyes and Pepper snickers, and everyone else watches his bare back as he stumbles towards the kitchen. "All good, Jacky boy?"

Having gotten himself a glass of water, Jack chugs it before setting the glass in the sink and flashing you a thumb's up.

"How are you not climbing him like a tree?" Darcy asks, incredulous.

Your nose wrinkles in distaste. "It's Jack," you say as if that's reason enough.

"Jack's a sweetheart," Pepper tell them. "It's Brock she has to keep an eye out for. He's trouble."

"So much trouble."

The girls all giggle, but for the next two hours they forget about the men sleeping in your rooms. Then when you all decide to call it a night, Tony, Steve, Bucky, and Clint all have to be called down to escort Pepper, Darcy, Wanda, and Jane back to their rooms. Natasha is the only one capable of walking without injuring herself and it takes you longer than usual to clean-up since you have to concentrate really hard to not drop any glass.

Then after taking a brief shower and brushing your teeth, you quietly walk up to your bed. Brock is sprawled on his stomach in the middle of your bed, no sheet or blanket covering him. Before you can think about, your hand raises of it's own volition and swings down to slap Brock on the ass. He grunts and scoots over, and you climb into your side of the bed.

He climbs under the blanket with you and before you can find a position you're comfortable with, Brock reaches out for you and rearranges you so your back is to his chest. Then after moving your hair aside, he hooks his stubbled jaw over your left shoulder and pulls you close so your butt is pressed against his groin. His hand finds it's way under your shirt and you tense briefly before you feel him relax and his thumb starts to brush back and forth over the skin of your stomach.

"Comfortable?" You muse, grinning and finally relaxing.

"Mmmm. Ladies finally decided to leave?"

"Yeah. Everyone but Natasha had to be carried out."

Brock huffs a laugh. "Heard y'all talking. I'm trouble, huh?"

"You know you are," you say around a yawn. "You enjoy walking around my place half naked too much. If I weren't so tired or half drunk, I'd have probably caved tonight and got some, as Darcy would say."

"Dammit." Brock's chest shakes with suppressed laughter. "Rain check?"

"Definitely."

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader  [female]

genre/au: fluff | angst | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Longer Chp | here we go~

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You read the words over and over again until you couldn’t bear it. But your eyes wouldn’t leave the screen. Embarrassment kissed a blush to your cheeks. How could you ever face him again, after that? You didn’t even want to try and understand your meaning, your mentality. You just wanted to forget it, forget your words. The words that weren’t even true, you knew, you hoped. 

Your confidence to say those words surprised you, but still, you’d give anything to take them back. The worst part of it all was knowing that he saw it. There was no hoping he didn’t, or praying he had his phone off. He saw it. He knew. And you couldn’t take that back. The embarrassment, the humiliation, you couldn’t stop them from overpowering you. At that moment you wanted nothing more than to hide in a pile of blankets, bury yourself in a book, and escape reality.

A grunt from Lila tore your eyes away.

“What’s that?” She was staring right at your phone, right at his name. 

You dropped it onto the bed, “Uhh nothing.”

“Did I just see Jaemin’s name on your phone?”

“No. Nope.”

“Did it just read ‘I miss you’?” 

“Don’t think so…”

“Y/n….”

“Well, you kissed Haechan!” It was the only thing you could think of. 

“What’re you on about?” Her voice up an octave. You could see her smile building. 

“What the fuck did we do last night.” She held her face in her hands, laughing. Or crying. Maybe both. She must’ve been confused as well. She peered through her fingers to look at you.

“You’re situation is still worse.” 

“No shit Sherlock.” You joined in on the laugh.

You took out your phone again, reluctantly. Your eyes caught glimpse of your words once again before you pressed ‘delete’. You needed to forget. Perhaps the more you looked at it, the greater the chance you might trick yourself into believing it, believing the words. Maybe the more you read it, the easier it was to fall for your hearts trick. 

“Just try to forget about it.” Lila said.

“I will.”

———

Monday [2:11pm]

It was safe to say, you didn’t forget about it, any of it. It rung inside your ears daily. You suffocated in the memory of your words, in his response - silence. There was no point in telling Renjun because nothing could save you from that, nothing could bring you back. It was your own mistake, your own humiliation, and you had to deal with it. That was the first day you were glad Jaemin wasn’t in. You were glad you didn’t hear him run in late for class, or catch his eye in the hall. You were grateful you didn’t see him. It allowed you to relax.

“Hello? Earth to y/n” Renjun said whilst waving a hand in front of your face.

He pulled you back from your daydream, brought you back to reality. It was just you, Renjun and Lila sitting at the cafeteria table

“What’re you doing for tomorrow?”

“What’re happening tomorrow?” You replied. 

Renjun rolled his eyes, “Uhm your birthday.”

You never imagined you’d become so forgetful that you’d forget your own birthday. You’d probably need a Facebook reminder to remember it. Your mind has been so swamped lately. Confused and embarrassed and everything under the sun. 

“How am I the one to remember your birthday?” Renjun laughed. “So what you gonna do?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, nothing?” 

Renjun let out a huge sigh, shaking his head. He almost couldn’t believe it. Stuck in thought attempting to comprehend the fact that you don’t want to do something special for your birthday. To you, a birthday was just another day of the year. It would be nice to hang out with friends, sure, but you didn’t need to. You would be just as fine chilling at home.

“We’re doing something.” He slammed his hands onto the table, a fire in his eyes, “Let me plan it.”

He looked so excited, how could you say no. “Fine,” you sighed, “but I’m warning you, don’t go overboard.”

Renjun never mastered simplicity. He was always extra, in everything he did, especially when it came to planning. But you loved it anyway. 

———

Tuesday [5:48pm]

Ten said your present was on the way, but you knew he forgot. 

You were grateful for Renjun hosting your birthday party because you couldn’t imagine putting the effort into it yourself. You were worried that it would be extravagance at its finest, and you didn’t even know who was going to be there. But you were grateful nonetheless. Walking up the steps, you wondered if Jaemin knew it was your birthday, you wondered if he cared. 

But you waved that thought off fast, as the door opened for you. Renjun stood in the doorway, a birthday balloon in his hand. 

“Good evening y/n.” he smiled.

“Hello Renjun.” 

He passed you the balloon, and led you into the sitting room. 

He turned down his extravagance just for you. There were a few balloons and party decorations scattered around the room, and music softly playing in the background. You noticed Lila sitting down. And all of a sudden, it was the trio once again. Nostalgia warmed your heart. But with the addition of Jeno and Haechan who were walking in with food, lots of food.

You remembered the bet, that awful bet. But you couldn’t hate it, you didn’t regret it. If it wasn’t for the bet you would never be there. It was the bet that brought you all together, surrounded by old friends and new ones. Surrounded by friends who cared. 

There was already so much food on the table, but Haechan added delivered pizza to it anyways. Jeno was carrying drinks. There was a board game laid out on the table. 

“I know I’ve banned monopoly, but this is a special occasion,” Renjun said.

He banned monopoly for good reason too. You tend to become overly competitive when monopoly is involved, you couldn’t help it. You may have just maybe hit Renjun across the face when he cheated. He forgave you, but it took a while.

You pulled Renjun in for a hug. 

You had never appreciated him more than at that moment. You were so touched you could nearly cry. 

“Nice gesture, but I don’t feel safe around monopoly anymore.” you said as you let go. You lost control around monopoly. You couldn’t deny it.

“Oh thank god. And you don’t feel safe? I’m the one that got hit!”

“Whatever whatever, but we’re not playing Mario Kart.”

“Don’t do this to me y/n, I just got better.” Renjun began to whine.

“Mario Bros?”

“I guess it is your birthday.” He tried to pout but ended up laughing instead. “Mario Bros it  is.”

Before you could sit down to play, Jeno pulled you back by the hood.

“I didn’t forget.” he said. A book in his hand. “It’s the second part to the last one I gave you.”

“Did you underline your favourite parts?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Only for you.”

“Thank you Jeno.”

Haechan joined in, “I didn’t know what to get you, so I got you the one thing I know you love.” He handed you a set of coffee capsules.

“But I don’t own a coffee machine…”

“Just like- just open them up? No?”

“No Haechan but thanks for the effort.”

“Anytime y/n.” He smiled that innocent smile.

Lila swore she would give you her present tomorrow, and Renjun said the party was his gift to you.

All you guys did all night was play video games, ate pizza and chilled. But it was perfect. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. It was relaxing, and casual, and just what you wanted. You doubted how well Renjun knew you.

But something strange happened when you were watching them play. 

Everyone was laughing, smiling. You joined in but something was pulling you back, isolating you. You were with everyone, but you felt alone. It was an emptiness growing inside you, harassing your emotions, pestering your mind. You tried to swallow it, but it was consuming you and your thoughts. You noticed Jaemin’s absence for the hundredth time that night, you could feel it. 

You remembered the weight of his gaze, the look in his eye. You wished to smell the amber and musk once more, or to see the curl of his smirk. You craved to see him, to feel him. His absence was becoming too much. You were remembering, wishing too much. Your mind was a mess, your smile was dismantling, and Lila was beginning to notice. Her eyes analysed you. She realised.

“Do you want a drink y/n?” she called you out.

“Sure.”

You followed her out to the kitchen, until she stopped.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I just can’t forget about it.”

A chuckle escaped her mouth, “is that it?” She knew there was more.

You paused, hesitated, “I just can’t forget about him. Like what if it’s true? What if I miss him? Hell what if I like him? No I don’t, I can’t. I just I-“

“Stop spiralling. Breath.”

You took in some air. And then she hit you with the facts.

“You know Jaemin has a bad rep. You know he’s arrogant and cocky.”

“Jeno was like that.” you interrupted.

“But Jeno is different. Jeno has changed. Jeno didn’t disappear. You know Jaemin can be such a prick, you know that, but you don’t know much more about him.”

But she didn’t know Jaemin like you did. She didn’t know how close you two got, she didn’t know what happened. Lila didn’t feel the warmth and comfort when he wrapped his arms around you. She didn’t hear the hitch in his voice when he brought up his father. She didn’t see the vulnerability in his dark eyes when he basked beneath the moonlight. She didn’t understand.

“He’s bad news y/n, I’m saying this because I care for you. Just, try not to overthink everything, let your mind rest. He probably didn’t even take notice of the message.”

Those words hurt more than they should’ve, affected you more than they were meant to.

You took another deep breath and turned around. As you were walking back, Lila coughed, loudly. You heard a light switch click. And suddenly everything went silent. You stopped just before the door, but Lila pushed you from behind. 

The room was dark, you couldn’t see anything. A flame grew in the darkness, flickering. And that’s when you saw it. The candle, the cake, everyone.

“Happy Birthday~” they began to sing. 

You were comforted by the smiles on their faces, just by them being there. That was the first birthday where you weren’t embarrassed when everyone sang ‘happy birthday’. You had no reason to be embarrassed. You just enjoyed it. 

Soon enough Renjun was holding the cake in front of you. The flicker of the flame taunted you. So you blew it out. Darkness cascaded around you. Everyone began to cheer. 

And right there, in the midst of darkness, you made your wish.

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The isolation you felt disappeared as you walked home. 

But still, Jaemin popped into your head, flooded it. You wondered what he was doing, who he was with. All these questions yet you knew they would never be answered. It was becoming easier to think of him, think about him. You felt your grip loosen over your control, over your power. But whilst it was getting easier to wonder about him, it was getting harder to forget. About everything.

Before you entered your apartment, you noticed something was off. Something had been shoved into your mailbox, in a rush. You walked over and attempted to pull it out, but it was stuck. By the time you got it out, the wrapping paper had been torn off.

But it revealed something beautiful.

It was a book. The book you read with Jaemin, in his library, under the light of the moon.

A flurry of memories hit you. But warmed your heart as well. He remembered. He remembered it was your birthday. He remembered what book you read. He remembered you. A sense of urgency raced through your heart. Despite his disappearance, he made sure to give you a birthday present, he tried. Your heart fluttered. A burning desire ignited inside of you. A craving that you couldn’t get rid of. You had to do something. You had to thank him. 

You started walking. You had no idea what you were going to say, but you had to say something. You had enough of his silence. Enough of his disappearance. You started to run. You forgot about your message, about his reputation. You forgot about everything, except for his face. His eyes, his smile, his hair. You had been suppressing feelings you always knew were there.

You hated Jaemin at the start, and maybe that’s why you hated your feelings. You hated that you cared, you hated how you noticed his absence, you hated how he had an effect on you. You were becoming like all the other girls, victim to his charm, fallen prey to his lure. But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

You witnessed pain on his face, you saw a part of him he kept hidden, you knew him. You were sure. He was good. You were sure. 

You could only run so far before you arrived, standing in front of his house. It was dark, but you could always spot Jaemin. Your heart warmed.

He was sitting on the steps, head in his hands, the darkness embracing him. 

You took one step closer. Still catching your breath.

He looked up, and you looked into his eyes for the first time in ages. You forgot how his features were carved by Aphrodite herself, how his eyes held all the stars in the sky. You forgot how intense his gaze was, how hard it was to hold. You forgot how good he looked. You let out a shaky sigh. He didn’t even seem surprised to see you.

“What’re you doing here?” he said. Voice empty, monotone, dead.

You just held up the book. 

“Did you think I forgot?” There was no emotion behind his words. 

“Yes.”

He looked down, letting out a soft chuckle. 

“Look, y/n, you need to go.” Whatever amusement filled his voice before was gone. 

“Where the hell have you been? What’s wrong?” you couldn’t hold back.

“You just need to leave.”

“Why?”

He stood up and began to close the space between you. 

“I don’t have to explain myself.”

“If all you were going to do was tell me to leave why’d you give me a present? Why give me this book? You knew I’d come, so why?”

There was tension strained between you both. He took one last step closer. You looked up at him. The darkness in his eyes consumed you.

“If you read it you would’ve realised. It was a goodbye gift.”

“Are you going somewhere?”

“No. But I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what Jaemin? Make sense.”

“Your message? I can’t do that. I can’t reply to that. I know you know about the bet. That’s what this was. That’s why I kissed you. That’s why I tried. Did you really think I cared about you?”

You took a step back, shuddering at his words. He was different, he was cruel. It was becoming hard to breathe, his scent suffocating. You were drowning in your memories, in his words.

He leaned in close, so close you could almost kiss him. And he spoke in that low, husky voice:

“I told you you were going to regret this. I warned you.”

Before you could look him in the eyes, before you could respond, before you could breathe, you heard the door click. A girl came out, wearing a dress filled with roses, hair neatly did, makeup perfect. She was perfect. And she was staring right at Jaemin.

“Are you coming in?” she called out, not even sparing you a glance.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

And he turned his back on you and he walked away. 

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a/n: Jaemin has changed, clearly. What happened to him? Who is that girl? What did he write inside the book? Hope you liked it!!

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See you soon -> Thursday 14th xx

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[catsandstrawberries]

Taste So Sweet

Pairings: Vamp!Taehyung x female reader

Warnings: Implied Smut, fluff, death, bad writing 

A/N: Kind of sucks but I kind of like how cheesy this is

Summary: “This is delicious.” He brings his thumb up to his lip, wiping some of the frosting off his lip. Suddenly he appears at my side, his thumb brushing past my lower lip as I unconsciously lick the frosting he's put on my lips. His eyes following my mouths every movement. “But I bet you’d taste better.” His words cause my heartbeat to increase and before I know it, I'm rushing out the first thing that comes to mind. “I bet I taste like dog shit.”

Masterlist

Running away from a bloodsucking demon who had twice the speed and strength I had, probably wasn't the best idea. But what would you do in my situation? Stand there and play dumb, pretend like you didn't see a man murdered in front of your eyes. I must sound crazy-I wish I was going crazy. That what I saw was simply a hallucination, a figment of my imagination. But what I saw was real and no matter how much I tried to erase the images from my memory of the oozing blood or strangled scream, it was permanently embedded into my mind.

I never asked for this anyways. I was just a simple college student, doing my best not to fall into too much debt. That's why I had been out late from working the closing shift at 'sugar daddy,' a bakery near the college. It was perfect, (well except for the name) especially considering it was smack dab in the middle of the campus and was almost always filled with cramming and sugar-addicted students. Which was why I ended up out so late. Some stupid freshman couldn't decide which jelly donut they wanted to buy. In turn, causing me to stay an extra 20 mins late after the store was supposed to close. So after I had gotten all my stuff and locked up, it was well after sunset. Walking out in the dark wasn't strange for me but usually, there were other people outside and the campus tonight felt like a ghost town. The air chilly and moon sending a glow that barley led me through the dark. Light layers of frost covered the browning grass, and besides the crunch of the paved sidewalk under my black converse, it was deadly silent. Until a strangled scream shocked me out of my journey back to my dorm and a patronizing hush following the sound. My breath stopped as the sound came from my right near the science building, eyes widening and curiosity getting the best of me, I approached the back of the building. Holding my breath as I peeked around the corner, hair standing on edge and hand covering my mouth to stop the gasp from escaping as I saw the scene unfold. A student who looked a few years older than me, face shifted to the side so all that I could see was his hands gripping a middle-aged man's throat. The older man's feet dangling in the air like a rag-doll. The worst part of it was, the boy looked so normal-nothing like the fables of undead ghost skinned creatures, with pointed ears and grey slicked-back hair. He was like a regular guy-well almost. Besides the fact that his pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, black messy hair pointing in all directions. He looked like a normal, attractive college student. Until two fangs sprouted from his front teeth and were plunged into the older man's neck. I stared in horror and disbelief, what was I watching? My mind froze and all I could think about was that vampires were real and I was watching one suck the blood of a human being. As if the man was a grape but the vampire had wanted a raisin. Before I could get my bearings and run, the man dropped to the floor, a satisfied hum sounding from the vampire as he hit the ground followed by a sickening crunch as if every bone in the older man's body was breaking. This time, I couldn't hide my shock, a gasp escaping from my mouth as I watched the lifeless body. The vampire turned to me, and that's when I got a good look at his facial features. He tilted his head up, a bored look plastered on his face, crimson blood dripping down his plump lips. He raised his heavy lids and stared at me through dark red eyes. The boredom from his face immediately disappeared, his lips turning up in a cocky smirk and his head tilting to the side. Taunting me, as if saying, 'what are you going to do?' That's when my mind started going into overdrive, and before I knew what I was doing my legs were carrying me in the opposite direction as fast as humanly possible. It wasn't until I had reached my dorm did I take a sigh of relief, even then I had grabbed some minced garlic and a flashlight and took refuge in my bed. My mind not even in the headspace to worry about the Physics homework I had due tomorrow.

The next day I had classes all mourning to distract me from the horrifying images from last night. The best way to get over it, I decided was to detox. I took an hour-long shower, scrubbing my body with lavender and washing my hair with honeycomb as if I could wash off the feeling of goosebumps as his red eyes flashed through my mind. I dressed casually for class, a pair of black leggings and a comfy sweater along with fluffy white socks and my black converse. Grabbing my backpack and coat I walked into the chilly air and heading towards my physics class. It was going to be okay, I thought. Who cares if I didn't do my homework, I watched a man die last night. I wondered if that was a viable excuse, 'sorry I didn't do my homework last night, professor, I watched a vampire suck the blood out of a human being.'

If the vampire had wanted to kill me he would've, he was clearly stronger and faster than me. But then, why didn't he kill me? I froze in my steps, the sirens hitting my ears as if they were a punching bag. The flashing blue and red lights, adding to the crowd around the science building causing a shiver to trail down my spine.

"(Y/N) did you hear? Our physics teacher died of a heart attack last night." Emma, my best friend since I came to the university who also conveniently worked at ‘sugar daddy’ said, rushing up to me. Her words came out slow and slurred, blood was rushing to my ears and the world around me slowed when I saw a police officer cover his body with a sheet. How had I not noticed that my professor was the one being killed, maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe my professor and the guy from last night were two different people. Wouldn’t the authorities clearly see the wound on his neck, and notice that he had no blood in his body?

“I can't believe he's dead, I need to go find hoseok I'll be right back.” She motioned to her boyfriend on the other side of the crowd and I simply nodded watching as she walked away.

“Hmm, you have a distinct smell of sugar and honey, no matter how much lavender you use.” I stiffened as a nose pressed into the crock of my neck, goosebumps creasing over my skin when his deep voice spoke. “You smell so sweet, I wonder what you’re blood would taste like?” I sharply turn around, gasping at the boy I found. His eyes weren't red like last night, instead a deep, dark brown. But he was clearly the same person considering the cocky smirk that painted over his features. I wanted to scream as soon as he flashed his sharp canines at me,

“get the fuck away from me.” I mumbled, stepping back from the man, not sounding nearly as confident as I wanted too.

“Aww, sweetie are you scared?” He titled his head to the side in a taunting way, but before I could respond someone was calling my name. I abruptly turned around as Emma waved me towards her. I turned, only to find that the vampire was gone.

Working that night at the bakery was horrible. All of my coworkers had called out so I was closing. Again. By myself. The entire shop was empty and it took so much self-control not to eat another white chocolate, hazelnut cookie. So like most young adults, I decided to play cookie crush on my phone, instead of watching the clock for another fifteen minutes. The pitch of the bell, however, did not cause me to look up, too engrossed in the game to even pay attention to the customer.

“You’re such an interesting little human.” I jump at the voice, my phone slipping from my hands, the loud crack making me flinch as it comes in contact with the marble floor. The music from cookie crush comes to a halt, and I come face to face with crystal red eyes, two pearly fangs sticking out from below his top lip. His smirk only widens at my own shocked expression, as if he’s proud of my misfortune. In my shocked, and panic-stricken state I do the first thing that comes to mind, protect myself. And that consists of throwing a blueberry fluff cupcake at his face. The boy's eyes widen, the color of his pupils shifting back to a brown color as he catches the large treat. A boxy smile breaks on his face, a boyish laugh escaping his throat, and it's terrifying. Because he sounds like a normal human, and he's anything but.

“Did you just throw a cupcake at me?” I don't answer his question, too caught up in how quick his reflexes are. He raises the marshmallow frosting up to his lips, his teeth sinking into the pastry as he lets out a hum of delight. “This is delicious.” He brings his thumb up to his lip, wiping some of the frosting off his lip. Suddenly he appears at my side, his thumb brushing past my lower lip as I unconsciously lick the frosting he's put on my lips. His eyes following my mouths every movement. “But I bet you’d taste better.” His words cause my heartbeat to increase and before I know it, I'm rushing out the first thing that comes to mind. “I bet I taste like dog shit.” He recoiled at my words, his smirk morphing into a shocked expression. “I highly doubt that, little human.”

“Can you stop calling me that! Why are you here anyway? Are you going to kill me just like you killed that helpless professor?” I asked, shocked at my confidence that had come forth all of a sudden.

“The pedophile? I'm so sorry that I killed the man who was looking up girls skirts and harassing them in the back of his car.” I stared wide-eyed at him,

“What?”

“You were his next target.”

   “What?” He chuckled at my questions and offered a hand out to me.

“I can prove it.” I stared questionably at his hand, looking back up at him. Only to realize I didn't even know his name.

   “I don't even know your name.” His figure stiffened for a moment, before his shoulders relaxed, his teeth retracting back to normal and a pleasant brown spreading over his eyes like watercolor.

   “My names Taehyung.”

And just like that, I took his hand.

The newly discovered Vampire whose name was revealed as Taehyung led me to the Science building to prove that my professor was a pedophile and wanted to sexually assault me. Never, in my entire life did I think I would ever be in a situation like this. If my mother could see me now….she’d be so proud.

To fill the silence between me and Tae, I decided to ask him as many questions as possible. Deciding he wasn't a threat, at the moment. “Sooo, do you like, sleep in a coffin?” I questioned while he turned and gave me a ridiculous look. “Of course not, I sleep on silk sheets.”

“Can you turn into a bat?” We approached the back of the building, Tae sliding an ID card that was not his, past the regulator. “No.” He held the door open for me and I quickly walked into the building, his hand landed on my lower back as he led me through the dark, empty hallways. An overhead light provided some solace from the dark, and suddenly I had an idea. “Come here,” I mumbled, grabbing Tae by the arm and dragging him under the light. I stood on my tiptoes, inching closer to his skin as I watched for any abnormalities. His deep voice broke my train of concentration,

“Are you checking to see if I sparkle? Because I do, with my shining personality.” After realizing that he indeed, did not sparkle I finally allowed him to bring me into the professor's office. He led me towards his desk, breaking open a cabinet with ease and pulling out several vanilla folders. All labeled with different last names, one of them being mine. Tae looked up at me, the roles reversed because of the nervous look on his face. “You don't have to open them if you don't want to. But I wasn't lying to you (Y/N).” I didn't question how he knew my name since I had never told him but ignored that, and instead opened the file to find numerous photos of me. Some at work, college parties, in dresses. There were also several sticky notes and index cards recording personal details of my life.

“This is...horrible. How could he do this?” I looked through several other files, finding other girls in the same scenario as me. All falling victim to a horny older man's secret desires.

“I didn't kill him for fun (Y/N). That’s how I found out about you, your name, from him. I find people who are doing horrible things, and if they don't change then I-” Tae parted his mouth, his eyes closing and his teeth sharpening as he threw his head back. “God, I can still taste him. He tasted like tofu. I fucking hate tofu.” He growled out, the bitterness in his words causing a shiver to run down my spine. “Hey,” I spoke up, successfully getting his attention. “Have you ever seen the movie Dracula.”  

The time was well past eleven, but instead of sleeping I was leading a Vampire boy up the staircase towards my apartment. “You know, I watch Dracula movies to make fun of how dumb humans are.” He said, matter-a-factly as we entered the floor of my apartment. “Well, that's valid. Humans are easy to make fun of.” I pulled out my keys and just as I went to unlock the door Tae staggered next to me. “Wow, are you alright?” I asked stepping closer to him, only for him to hold out a hand to stop me. “I'm fine, it's your smell. It’s really strong now that I'm at your apartment.” I cocked an eyebrow at the man, going back to unlock the door as he composed himself. “Well, I hope I don't smell like tofu.” I joked, not thinking anything of it until a hand was roughly grabbing at my shoulder. Flipping me around so my back was slammed against the door. I gasped at the impact, but my attention was drawn to the vampire in front of me. “Don’t insult yourself like that. Your the best thing I’ve ever smelled, don’t even compare yourself to tofu.” His lips hovered dangerously close to mine as he spoke, his breath fanning over mine as his eyes traveled to my lips than to my neck. “Can I bite you?” Before I could even comprehend his question he was pulling away from me, staggering away from my touch as if I had burned him. He gaped at me, eyes unsure and slightly pleading, for what? I couldn’t tell. “God damn it, I'm so sorry (Y/N).” I stared helplessly as he ran from me, disappearing as if he was never even there.

I was late, fuck I was so late. That was the only thought in my head as I ran across campus in December, in nothing but a black skirt and a yellow sweatshirt because I had woken up late. I didn't have classes that day so I forgot about all responsibilities, too focused on how I kept seeing Tae during the week. Getting glances of him, only for him to send me a smile then disappear. I hated when he did that. But what I hated, even more, was the freaking rock in my way, that I, of course, tripped over. I tumbled to the ground, pavement scratching against the bare skin of my knees and hands, the rocks on the ground just scratching my cheek. Enough that it started to sting. I paid no attention to the embarrassing scenario, getting back up and rushing towards the store. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, spinning me around till I came face to face with dark, beet red eyes. “Fuck,” I mumbled as Taehyung licked his lips, dragging his lower one between his teeth. He pressed me closer to the wall behind me, what I could only assume was the back science building. “You’re bleeding…”

“T-Taehyung.” I stuttered out, my phone beeping in my pocket as I cautiously pulled it out.

‘Don't worry girl. I got your shift covered. I know how stressed you've been lately. Love you!’

                           -Emma

I gulped at the message, just as gentle hands slowly took the device away from me. “Blood stains your flesh so prettily.” His hands crawled up towards my cheeks, gently cupping the skin as some blood from the cut dripped onto his thumb. Tae, all of a sudden harshly pulled away, a growl reverberating from his throat. “Shit, I can't control it-”

“Tae.” I took both his hands in mine, my voice firm as I watched him try to slither away from me in pain. “Bite me,” I mumbled, watching as his body stopped.

“Say it again.” He hissed, making sure this was what I really wanted, and it was.

“Bite. Me.”

He smirked at me, eyes turning a shade darker and body become more confident as he pulled my hips flush towards his body. My breasts pushing against his chest in a way that made me flush.

“Oh, little human.” He cooed, his tongue straying over his lips as he made eye contact with me.

“I’m going to do a lot more than bite you.”

[princessplantasaurus]

Tried my hand at a Quentin Beck x Female OC thing

YES this is a blatant self insert. Not that you can really tell (yet) This is still the first part of the first draft - I guess consider it a sneak peak of a potential “chapter one” ? I mostly wanted feedback on how I’m handling his character (and also validation. of course. let’s be real.) OBVIOUS spoilers for spiderman: far from home This portion takes place sometime after Iron Man 2 but before Age of Ultron, includes Tony Stark and one (1) mention of Pepper Content warning for mild sexuality, very mild language, and potential work place harassment 

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While Veronica remembered the first time she met Quentin, she still doubted he ever did. It wasn’t her first day with Stark Industries, but it was within her first week. Even though Ms. Potts was the CEO, Mr. Stark, the company’s namesake, still seemed to be the bigshot around the office. She’d been grabbing a coffee in the break room when Mr. Stark had appeared, passing something off to another employee. After what seemed like a genuinely pleasant interaction, he nodded at the other employees in the break room “Warner, Nadir, Beck, Weber…” he paused, pointing a finger at her “New girl.” he stated, before questioning “Betty, right?”

Awkwardly lifting up the company ID, she corrected “Veronica, actually.”

“Well, I knew you weren’t Jughead.” he smirked. “Welcome to the team.”

It was a brief but cordial interaction. Raised no red flags to what she’d come to think of Tony in the future. But that was then. That’s when she was young and naive. But not young and naive enough to not notice the piercing blue eyes across the room gazing at her. And not in a romantic, longing way. It felt pointed, and rather than stir the pot, she simply turned her back, and finished pouring the coffee into her mug. It wasn’t until she felt the same presence behind her, then next to her, elbow rubbing against the forearm of her blazer as he added a packet of sugar-free sweetner to his mug. “Not everyone gets to meet Mr. Stark on their first day.” he stated casually, before tilting his head to actually look at her face. “I guess some girls get all the luck.”

“Not my first day.” she corrected quickly. “But first week, so right ballpark.”

“Well then you already know we don’t always have such big wigs in the break room.” he quipped, before turning, offering his hand “Quentin Beck, by the way. Holographic Simulations.”

Reaching to shake his hand, she began to introduce “Veronica-”

“I don’t need to know your last name.” he interrupted. She pouted, mouth open to make some remark about how just because she was an administrative assistant and not in tech didn’t mean he could talk down to her, until, without permission, he used the hand he wasn’t using to shake to grab a hold of her lanyard, reminding her “It’s on your ID. We’re not all Mr. Stark levels of illiterate.” he taunted with a wink. Instead of dropping the laminate card midair, he slowly lifted it back down, knuckles just gently grazing against the satin fabric of her blouse.

To say she was flustered was an understatement, but, of course, she was still new to Stark Industries, so she put on her best face in an effort to remain ‘cool’. “Of course.” she dropped his hand, after realizing just how long she’d spent shaking it. They were soft, but there was a strength and force to his handshake that almost halted her from noticing. Almost. 

As their hands fell apart, he reached back to his coffee mug, sitting on the countertop. “I’ll see you around.” he offered.

But he didn’t.

Sure, there were moments of briefly brushing past each other in the crowded hallways. Corporate events where she’d spot him with other software engineers out of the corner of her eye. The occasional glimpse in the company parking garage of one walking past while the other parked. But they hadn’t spoken. Not until she was well over half a year with the company.

Melanie, another administrative assistant, someone from her own department, had called to her desk, stating “Quentin Beck wants to see you in his office.”

“Melanie, this is Veronica. You have the wrong extension.”

But apparently “No, he called and asked for you, specifically.”

Which, of course, seemed odd. Sure, she spent the odd time and again thinking about him, thinking about those enchantingly blue eyes of his, especially after a couple of cups of wine on a lonely night that almost cumulated in her creeping his facebook page, thrilled to see that there was still ‘no relationship info to show’. But they hadn’t spoken since that day her first week, and their departments had very little to do with each other.

No sooner was she in his office then was the door shut and locked behind her, Quentin caging her in by keeping his hand on the handle and his body facing hers. “I don’t know who you think you are,” he started, his voice hushed “but I do know what you’re up to. And I’m not going to let you get away with it.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked in confusion “You asked me to come-”

Shushing her, placing the hand that wasn’t holding the door shut to her face by holding one finger against her lips, his eyes narrowed “Because I know what you’re up to. But sleeping with Tony Stark isn’t going to get you the promotion you want, when the rest of us have worked our asses off-”

“I’m not sleeping with Tony Stark?” it was muddled, due to his finger still pressing down against her mouth. 

As if she didn't feel trapped enough already, he leaned in closer, enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body. As the tantalizing scent of his cologne wafted into her nostrils, she was struck with the sudden fear that he may be able to feel the heat coming off of her body, too. Which was a problem, because she was finding the whole situation VERY hot. “Don’t play dumb with me, Veronica.” he vaguely threatened. “He’s been working on some secret project. Project Veronica?”

“I’ve only talked to him once.” she argued. “In my first week. You were there.”

“Just when we start hearing bits and pieces about this Project Veronica, you start showing up to work in heels instead of flats. In skirts instead of pants. And this blouse?” he let his finger run from her lips down her chin and neck, not stopping until his finger hit the fabric, his nose wrinkling and left eye crinkling as he stated. “Not exactly modest. You know how hard the rest of us have worked to get here, Veronica? We didn’t use shortcuts-”

“I’m not sleeping with Tony Stark.” she stated again, more assuredly this time, but it still was a slight stutter, because while she had no interest in the former CEO, in that moment, she did very much want to be sleeping with the man pinning her to the door. Right there, right then, right against the door. “I don’t know what his new project is. I’m not trying to move up in the company. I don’t know why you’re so set on accusing me.”

Just when she thought he couldn’t be closer, she couldn’t be needier, Quentin Beck pressed his body flush against hers, muttering “Fine. Don’t admit to it.” she didn’t catch him unlocking the door, since she was far too occupied by his lips, warmer than she imagined, against her ear, his beard lightly scratching as he whispered “Get out of my office.”

He opened the door, sending her stumbling backwards, confused, a little disoriented, and more than just a little turned on. 

It did hit her, several days later, that she could probably file a harassment complaint. But it would be his word against hers, and besides that, if she was successful, that would mean he wouldn’t be able to corner her in his office like that again. And as much as she hated to admit it, she did want to have him that close to her again.

The more she thought about it, the more it messed with her head. The action was wrong. The accusation was wrong. That was no way to behave in a professional workspace. She should want him fired. But she found herself thinking about the smell of his cologne more often than she’d ever admit, often replaying the physical contact (horribly inappropriate physical contact) in her mind, especially on those lonely nights following a couple glasses of wine. 

So more often than not, she did her best to pretend it never happened. Pretend her only contact with him was that day in the break room. Which would’ve been made much easier, if he wasn’t suddenly taking all his breaks at the same time she was, eyes always on her, as if studying her every move. In a way, it was degrading, and yet...it was almost exhilarating. Like a game of cat and mouse. And god, did she ever want him to pounce on her already.

[valkyrieofsmut]

Starting with an accidental encounter  part 17

Kurt Wagner x Non mutant! OC

Types: Smut. All smut. Romance, too. Maybe some angst?

Overall series warnings: Smut. Always smut. Anxiety, panic attacks, bit of violence, swearing, sexual harassment in one chap, German (translations provided, but I have bad grammar… Sorry native speakers…) (can’t remember any more at the moment)

A/n- Ah, panic attacks, kinda anxiety. And, oh, by the way, there is a plot, and I think it becomes obvious in the next chapter. lol

Series masterlist     Masterlist

Story!

Kurt woke up looking up at the ceiling. He smiled and turned to where Lacy was laying against him, and his fingers stroked down her cheek as he kissed her.

Lacy woke up to Kurt’s lips softly and repeatedly pressing against her cheek and the edge of her lips. She moaned and kissed him back, cracking her eyes open. He pulled back a little and the look on his face seemed strange, the same kind of regretful odd it had been the night before when she had fallen asleep.

Kurt slowly pulled away from her. “I vill be right back,” he told her, crossing to the bathroom.

Lacy bit her lip and looked after him before she stood and got dressed quickly, going to the kitchen and pulling things from the cupboards. She looked up from the fridge where she was gathering things and saw Kurt walking toward her, now dressed. “Omelets sound good?” She asked.

“Ja, sure,” he answered, coming to stand behind her. “Anyzhing I can help vizh?”

Lacy shrugged, whisking the eggs with a fork. “I don’t know, anything else you want on your omelette?” 

Kurt smiled and brushed her hair from the back of her neck, leaning close and kissing the bared skin before stroking down her neck and shoulder. 

Lacy turned around to look at him in question and noticed the look on his face lose its luster, turning a little sour. She turned back to the bowl in her hands, her eyes sliding across the counter as she tried to not think about what that look meant.

“I can grate zhe cheese if you vould like,” he told her.

“Oh, yeah, sounds good,” she answered.

They ate the breakfast and sat back, neither one talking much.

“Vould you like to go somevhere today?” Kurt asked her as they washed the dishes.

“I- I’m sorry, Kurt, I have to do some more work… I um, haven’t been going as fast as I should lately, so I have to catch up,” she told him, hoping that he didn’t somehow figure out that she was behind because of their situation.

“Oh, of course,” he agreed. “Vell, I vould like to run out and get a few zhings…” He looked at the ground for a moment before stepping closer to her and looking up shyly. “Um, Lacy… I do not vant to impose… But… Do you mind if I… Stay anozher night?”

Lacy bit her lip, but nodded. “I- I suppose it would be alright.”

Kurt smiled. “Vhat vould you like for dinner?” He asked. “I vill go shopping. Aber, remember zhat I am not zhat practiced at cooking,” he told her.

Lacy quirked her brow in surprise. “You made dinner last night.”

“Ja, and you made breakfast- alzhough it is lunch time,” he chuckled. “Vhat vould you like?” He asked again.

Lacy shrugged. “I guess whatever you want to make,” she answered.

Kurt left to wander around the neighborhood shops while Lacy worked, smiling to himself. ‘What a wonderful feeling; to be taking care of the woman you love...’ Kurt smiled and picked up a bag of grapes, wondering if Lacy would like the recipe he’d picked up near the front of the store.

He’d never had a chance to spend much of his money before, so it had hemorrhaged in his wallet, making it fat, but now he had a reason to buy something more than a movie or movie player.

He gathered everything he thought he needed and headed toward the front, stopping at the end of an isle that had strange pillows on it; they looked like little half chairs with backs and arms. He picked one up and read the tag. “Helps relieve back pain by giving back support!” He raised a brow, but put it into the cart, going on his way.

.

Lacy heard a buzzing and looked up to the wall, wondering who would be there. “Hello?”

“Hallo, Lacy, vill you let me in?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah, be down in a couple of minutes,” she told him, slipping her feet into a pair of shoes and going down the hall to the stairs. She opened the door and let him in, eyebrows raising at the amount of bags he had. “Kurt, this is a lot of stuff,” she told him.

“Ah, vell, some of it is not food,” he told her, hiding a few bags behind his back.

She gave him a strange look, but reached for a bag. “Let me give you a hand, you look over loaded,” she offered.

“Nein,” he told her cheerfully. “It’s ok, let’s go up, ja?” He gestured.

They made their way up the long flights of steps, Lacy continuing to offer help, but Kurt refused every time, insisting that he was fine. Lacy opened the door and Kurt moved the bags in front of him so she still couldn’t see what was in them. She closed the door behind them and kicked off her shoes. Kurt set the bags down on the kitchen floor and started putting things away. Lacy tried to help, but he shooed her away assuring her that she could finish her work while he took care of it.

Lacy sat on the bed and put her headphones on, starting to type the words filling her ears. When she got through with the file, she started another one, hoping that she’d be able to finish that one quickly so that she would be closer to her quota. She typed as fast as the doctor spoke, but it still took forever since he was a slow talker. She managed to get a few more done before Kurt sat on the edge of the bed.

“Can you take a break?” He asked.

“Yeah, probably,” she answered, taking off her headphones.

“I got a deck of cards, vould you like to play a game?” He asked.

Lacy smiled. “I haven’t played a card game in forever,” she told him. “What do you want to play?”

“Vell, Logan and I play poker a lot, aber, I am very good at it, so it vouldn’t be fair,” he told her with a smile.

“Then how about… Go fish?” Lacy asked. Kurt agreed, and they played a few hands before moving to crazy eights. Lacy laid down the last card in her hand and looked at him in triumph. “I win again. Ok, Kurt, I have to get back to work, I still have five more files to finish today so that I’ll be back on track,” she told him.

“Ok,” Kurt allowed, standing from the bed. “I vill go start dinner, zhen.” He made it to the kitchen as Lacy got comfortable again, but came back to her, holding something behind his back. “I got zhis for you,” he told her, holding out the over large bag. “I zhought you might need it.”

Lacy took the bag, looking up at him in question before opening it and pulling out the awkwardly shaped object. “It’s- oh, it’s one of those back support chair pillow things,” she said, turning it to look at it. “Thanks, Kurt.”

“Ja, I know your spine isn’t as flexible as mine, so I zhought zhis might help if your back starts getting sore,” Kurt told her, wondering if she could tell how much he cared for her. The same painful prick stabbed his heart at the thought that he couldn’t tell her how he felt, and his face tightened. He saw Lacy’s expression change, too, and stood, turning to the kitchen. “I vill go cook dinner,” he excused himself.

He mixed a package of cookie dough and spread it onto a pan before putting it in the oven to cook. He peeled and cut the fruit for the rest of it and then set about making dinner, which was a chicken fried steak and potatoes with country gravy, and corn and green beans, making sure that everything was seasoned and cooking to a delicious flavor. He took the whipped cream and started spreading it out on the cookie when it had finally cooled enough, letting the steak cook on its own while he finished the ‘Fruit Pizza’ with the fruit he had cut up. He glanced over his shoulder, but Lacy was still working as he put the finished dessert in the fridge. He flipped the steaks over and started the vegetables, knowing that they would be good.

When the food was nearly done he started filling the sink with dish water, plating the food and putting it in the still warm oven while he finished washing the dishes. He was, again, covered in dirty water, but he had planned for that. “Lacy, do you mind if I take a quick shower before dinner?” He asked, taking the last few of the bags with him.

“No, go ahead,” she answered. “I might even be done with this by the time you get out,” she told him.

Kurt undressed and climbed into the shower, quickly washing himself with the soaps he’d gotten while he was out, brushing his teeth thoroughly as well.

He stepped out and pulled on the clothes from the bag, a soft t-shirt and a pair of jeans, taking the scissors in the counter drawer and expertly cutting a hole for his tail before he put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and ran his hands through his hair, trying to straighten it out so it didn’t look so crazy. When he opened the door he glanced over to Lacy, trying to see if she noticed before he sauntered out like nothing was different.

Lacy looked up, still typing as the voice in her ear whispered. She finished the file and sighed, saving her notes and closing the laptop.

“Did you finish?” Kurt asked.

“No,” she admitted. “But, I only have one file left, now, so that’s not too bad.”

“Ja,” he agreed. “Are you ready for dinner? Or do you still need a minute?” He asked.

“I just have to put this stuff away,” she told him as she stood.

Kurt pulled the chairs closer together and set them up like a table, letting her sit down as he went to pull the food out of the oven. “Here ve go,” he said, setting the food down.

As they ate, Lacy could see Kurt looking at her, his expression the same strange one he’d been giving her since last night. She tried to ignore it, tried to tell herself that it was in her head, but the doubts were setting in.

Kurt couldn’t help staring at Lacy, each movement seemed like a new high, more beautiful than the last. He couldn’t help the smile that turned up the corner of his lips as he ate, but it always seemed to be soured by the prick of pain that he couldn’t tell her, and that she wouldn’t know how he felt.

After dinner and dessert, they played a few more hands of cards, but a show came on that Lacy was interested in and they ended up just watching it since she was so distracted she kept making the wrong plays.

After the show, she stood and changed into her pajamas in the bathroom before she made her way to the kitchen, slowly pouring a glass of juice and drinking half of it. She brought the rest of it with her, pausing a distance away from where Kurt sat on the ottoman. “So, I… I mean…” She paused, looking anywhere but him. Kurt smiled encouragingly to her, but she looked away with a sigh. “Kurt. This is your last night here…”

“Ok, Lacy, if you say so,” he softly agreed, though with hesitation.

“No- I mean… This is your last night here, isn’t it? You aren’t coming back...”

Kurt’s eyes almost bulged in shock. “Vhat do you mean? Vhy vouldn’t I come back?” He asked as he stood in alarm.

“Kurt, don’t try to soften the blow… Just tell me…” She said quietly.

“Lacy, I don’t know vhat vould make you zhink zhat,” he told her.

“Because… You’re going back...”

Kurt lifted a shoulder. “Vell-”

“-To her.”

Kurt froze at her accusation. “To who?”

“Don’t play dumb… You know who…” Lacy told him.

“To Alissa?” He asked and she nodded. “Lacy, I told you, I don’t vant to see her-”

“Then why do you keep looking at me like that?” She asked.

“Like vhat?” Kurt asked in confusion.

“With that look full of pity,” she accused. “Like you know you’re ending it and it’s some secret you’re not letting me in on until the last second. ‘She’ll be so shocked, kissing one second and gone the next.’” 

Kurt blinked at her, truly at a loss of what to say. 

“What, surprised that I figured you out?” She asked in his silence.

“Lacy, I’m not-” he broke off, voice full of exasperation. “I’m not going anyvhere,” he told her forcefully.

“Yeah, tonight. Thought you’d get in one more night of fun before you left and went back to your first?”

Kurt closed his eyes and said in a warning, “Lacy, don’t.”

“Don’t what, unravel your plan before it has a chance to play out?” She demanded, getting more forceful as he did.

“Lacy- don’t make me-” he cut himself off, not sure what he had been about to threaten.

“Don’t make you what?” She challenged. “Don’t make you have to cancel your plans? Have to leave early without secretly goodbye sex?”

“Lacy-” He clenched his jaw. He should have known that she would sense something was up, and of course, with her doubt trained mind she would go right for the bad. “Lacy, you zhink zhat you’re so awful, zhat no vone could ever stand to be around you- zhat zhey could never love you,” he accused, and he saw her stiffen at his words. “But you’re wrong!” He was trying not to yell, but his voice was getting louder. “You are zhe most vonderful girl I’ve ever met, even zough you’re afraid and lash out, it doesn’t make you any less kind, or caring, or adorable, especially vhen I know it’s just a defense mechanism. I love being vizh you, and- um Gottes Willen, Lacy, how can you not tell zhat I love you?!” He demanded in frustration. {For god's sake}

Lacy’s muscles all tightened at once, her body twitching as she froze. At the same time, her eyes shot wide in shock.

She wasn’t breathing, and Kurt stepped forward, cursing. “I knew zhis vould happen, zhat’s vhy I didn’t vant to say it on zhe phone,” he told her.

Lacy suddenly took a deep breath, filling her lungs, and her body jerked as it tried to take more oxygen from the air without breathing for a moment before she took another deep breath. She gasped airlessly for another second before she dropped the glass in her hand and went limp.

Kurt grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her before she fell, and picked her up, laying her on the bed. He was a little worried; she’d never passed out on him before, at least, not when they hadn’t had an amazing, long session in her bed first.

He ran his hand down her face, seeing that she was still breathing, a little rough, but not too bad. He put his fingers to her throat and felt her heart trying to jump out of her skin. Kurt sighed and laid his forehead on her shoulder. “Ah, Lacy, I’m sorry, I didn’t vant zhis to happen,” he told her. “But you vouldn’t see zhe truzh…” He kissed her throat, feeling her pulse slowly returning to normal.

When she was at a point that he felt ok to leave her, he climbed from the bed and cleaned the drying puddle of juice and glass. He heard a stirring from across the room and went to her, seeing her wake up.

Lacy shook her head to clear it, and looked around in confusion. “Did I fall asleep?” Kurt stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the bed so he faced away from her. “I dreamt- you said… nevermind,” she said, a blush filling her face.

“It vasn’t a dream,” he told her softly. She looked up at him, her expression guarded. “I said it.”

“Said what?” She asked cautiously.

“You know vhat.” He turned and laid down, moving next to her and pulling her close against him, his hand going to her jaw to make sure she was looking at him. “Lacy, I love you.”

Lacy’s eyes widened and her breath paused.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Lacy started gasping as Kurt pulled her closer and whispered into her ear. “Just breazh, Lacy. I’m going to tell you over and over until you can breazh vhen I say it,” he told her. “I love you, Lacy, I’ve vanted to tell you for so long, zhat I love you. You make me feel whole, and happy. Because I love you. I love you, Lacy.”

Tears were streaming down Lacy’s face, now, and she managed to gasp between breaths, “no- no- not- poss- ible- it’s not- no-”

Kurt knew that her denials were part of the defense she’d built up over the years of fear of rejection and worry that no one really meant anything they said, but he wouldn’t let her keep them. He was tearing them down. “I do, zhough, Lacy. I don’t know how you can’t tell, but I do. I love you.” He squeezed her and she let out a gasp. “Just breazh, nice and slow,” he told her. “Catch your breazh. I don’t vant you to pass out again, because I love you.”

…    …    …    

Lacy woke up, rubbing a knuckle against her eye. Her eyes felt puffy and sore, and her hair felt like it was a crazy mess. She looked around and felt Kurt’s arm tighten around her from behind. She struggled, but managed to turn over slowly, not quite waking him up.

He tightened his grip, mumbling, “Lacy…”

She ran her hand down his cheek, wondering that he thought about her in his sleep.

Her hand froze and her eyes widened a little. “I love you,” his voice whispered in her mind. He’d said it so many times, refusing to stop until she’d begged him. “I love you.”

Her hands tightened on his bare shoulders. He must have changed after she’d fallen asleep, exhausted from the panic attack.

Kurt blinked his eyes as he woke. “Vhat’s wrong, Lacy?” He asked a little sleepily. She was silent for a moment. “Lacy?” He asked, more awake now.

“Y- you said it,” she whispered.

He held her closer, resting his forehead against the top of her head. “I meant it.”

“N- no…”

“Lacy,” he pulled her tighter against him. “I said it,” he said, feeling her cringe. “And I meant it,” he told her, stroking her hair and kissing her. “And now, I’m going to make you say it.”

Lacy’s breath sped up, and Kurt turned her head to him, taking her mouth with his. She felt his tongue against her lip as it moved into her mouth, slowly setting her body on fire with the help of his hands as they slid over her, keeping her close. She could feel him starting to get excited against her as soft moans pushed through to his lips.

“Lacy,” he said against her lips between kisses. Kurt’s hand drifted to her hip, squeezing her and his lips moved to her throat. Lacy gasped for air, but not because of a panic attack; because of the ripples of desire flowing through her. “Lacy,” Kurt murmured against her shoulder. “Sie lassen Sie mich Sie haben?” Lacy opened her eyes and looked at him. “Bitte?” He asked, his tail pushing the hem of her shirt up and brushing against her stomach. {will you let me have you, please}

Lacy’s hand went to his face, and he looked up at her where he had paused, his lips hovering above her stomach. “Kurt…

“Ja?” He asked.

“Please…” she asked softly, her body arching at his touch.

Kurt kissed her stomach. “Ja?”

“Please…” she begged, her body crying for him.

He kissed down to the edge of her shorts and slid them down to her hips as he kissed there. “Sagen Sie einfach es, und ich wird, Lacy.” Her hand couldn’t reach him, so it laid on the bed next to her thigh, fingers tensing as she wanted to grab him. She bit her lip, but didn’t say anything. “Sagen die Worte,” he told her, kissing her thigh. {just say it, and I will, Lacy. say the words}

“I can’t-” she said, sounding worried.

“Sie können. Ich glaube an dich.” His fingers trailed over her stomach, tickling her. “Sag es, die Worte. Sagen, dass Ich liebe dich..." Her breath hitched and she bit her lip nervously. He could tell he was pushing a little hard for it. "Dann...​ Sagen Sie mir, Sie wollen,” he told her, kissing her through her shorts and making her moan. “Willst du es?” {you can, I believe in you. Say it, the words. Say that I love you... Then... tell me you want it. do you want it}

Lacy’s lip slipped from her mouth. “Yes,” she sighed.

“So sagen die Worte,” he told her. {so say the words}

“Nn- no…”

Kurt moved his hand up her thigh and rubbed across her wettening shorts. She moaned, and he buried his face in her softness and nuzzled.

“Ah,” she groaned, making him answer against her. “N- no,” she cried, her body starting to tremble.

Kurt quickly moved up over her so they were face to face again. “Lacy, nein,” he leaned down and pulled her close.

She opened her eyes to look up at him, a gasping breath making her shoulders shake.

“I’m sorry, I von’t make you say it,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s ok. I promise…” He gently turned her chin and kissed her until she stopped shaking. Kurt’s lips traveled down to her neck where he started kissing, nibbling, and gently sucking, making her temperature skyrocket while her body begged for his attention. “Lacy, tell me vhen you can breazh again,” he whispered. She looked to him in confusion, but her breath caught at his next words. “I love you, Lacy.” Lacy’s breath quickened, but Kurt continued kissing and stroking her. “It’s ok, just tell me vhen you can breazh again.”

It took a while, but finally, she told him, “Ok…”

“You can breazh ok?”

She nodded.

“See? You’re ok, everyzhing is ok.”

She nodded again.

“I love you, Lacy,” he told her again.

She cried out in complaint, but her breath was quickened by another panic attack starting. She fought it, but it was tough.

“It’s ok,” Kurt told her.

“Uh-huh,” Lacy agreed hopefully, not quite over the near panic attack.

“It vill be ok, because I love you.”

‘But he doesn’t!’ A voice in her mind cried. ‘No one ever will! Because you’re worthless and stupid! How could ANYONE ever love you, most of all someone as wonderful as him?!’ A sob pushed through her chest as the voice screamed in her head. “No,” she whimpered, trying to deny it.

“Yes,” Kurt told her. “Please try to breazh, Lacy. I don’t vant you to hurt…”

“Why are you doing this?” She asked.

“You know vhy,” he told her. “I’ll say it again, over and over. As I said last night, I have vanted to tell you for a long vhile, and, maybe I’m greedy, but, I vould like to tell you vizhout you having a panic attack…” Lacy looked up, gasping for air, and Kurt leaned back, his hand stroking her face. “Lacy, please…”

“I- I’m ok,” she told him.

Kurt held her to him tightly. “Gut, because I don’t vant to hurt you; I vant to kiss you, all over.”

Lacy’s hand slid down his bare chest. “I want you to, too… Very much,” she told him.

“Ja?” He asked.

She blushed, but nodded.

His hand trailed down her collarbone, pausing at one breast to brush over the nipple, then flick across it a few times, finding it already stiff and begging for more. His eyes darkened as he agreed, “ja, zhat vone does vant to be kissed. Zhe ozher vone, too,” he told her as his hand stroked over it. His hand continued down her body, between her thighs. “But vhat about zhis? Oh," he groaned. "Oh, ja, dass auf jeden Fall will geküsst werden... Ah, Lacy, mich so verrückt machen Sie. Ich habe meine Meinung vielfach verloren,” he groaned to her, making her hand tighten on his shoulder. {yes, that definitely wants to be kissed... Ah, Lacy, you make me so crazy. I've lost my mind many times over.}

“Don’t-” she said plaintively, the flush on her face getting a little hotter.

“Sie nicht, was, sage euch die Wahrheit?” He asked, watching as her hand tightened on the sheet. He kissed her shoulder and moved to the crook of her neck, kissing around the tender area and making her moan. “Oh, Gott, Lacy, keine Ahnung, was du mit mir machst du hast... Ich möchte mit dir im Bett lag, dass Sie mir immer und immer wieder, den ganzen Tag…” {Don't what, tell you the truth? Oh, God, Lacy, you have no idea what you do to me... I want to lay in bed with you, make you mine over and over, all day...}

“D- don’t…”

“Was nicht? Sie noch haben mir nicht geantwortet. Haben Sie nicht berühren?” {Don't what? you still haven't answered me. Don't touch you?}

“No,” Lacy answered, her hands grabbing his and holding them close against her, worried that he’d take them away.

“Nein, Sie nicht berühren? Nein, das kann nicht sein, dass, Ihre Hände nach mehr betteln, als Ihr Körper ist. Aber was? Ich küsse dich nicht? Ich dachte, es hat euch gefallen, wenn ich dich geküsst.” {No, don't touch you? No, can't be that, your hands are begging for more, as is your body. But what then? Don't kiss you? I thought you liked it when I kissed you}

“Yes,” she said quietly, her eyes closing.

“Ja? Dann tun Sie nicht, was, Lacy? Machen Sie nicht mir? Aber wie ich schon sagte, ist Ihr Körper mich betteln. Verlockend mich, macht mich verrückt für sie.” He squeezed her breast as he mouthed her nipple through her shirt, his lips teasingly tugging on it and his teeth grazing it gently. Lacy moaned, and he pressed his mouth into her breast as he groaned back. “Ich liebe dein Stöhnen so sehr." {Yes? Then don't what, Lacy? Don't make you mine? But as I said before, your body is begging me. Tempting me, making me crazed for it. I love your moans so much.}

“Do- don’t say things like that…”

“Sag es nicht…” He trailed off, kissing his way up her throat to her chin. “Dann lass mich dir zeigen,” he whispered against her lips before taking them with his. His tongue moved across the inside of her bottom lip as he gently sucked it into his mouth, giving it a soft nip before he let it go and took the kiss deeper, letting his tongue now rove across hers, and across the roof of her mouth. Her tongue couldn’t resist dancing with his as he pulled her tighter against him, moaning loudly into her mouth. 

His fingers trailed down her arm to her hand, taking it and pulling it lower, pressing it against his hard bulge. “Dies ist, was du mit mir machst. Haben Sie Lacy fühlen? Mein Körper will dich so sehr…”

Lacy’s eyes widened, and she felt the shivers in her stomach as she felt his cock twitch against her hand.

“Nun meine, es ist mein Körper, Betteln ist ... Lacy, werden Sie lassen Sie mich Ihnen?”

Lacy softly squeezed him, making him groan loudly again.

“Ah, bitte, Lacy… wenn Sie das tun, kann ich nicht einmal daran erinnern, Englisch…”

Lacy tightened her hand again and started stroking him through his pants. She bit her lip, feeling her face heat more and her nipples tighten, while she’d swear that her thigh was getting moist from how wet she was.

“Wenn Sie weitermachen , bald werde ich mich nicht erinnern, Worte überhaupt, dann wie soll ich sagen, Sie-” {Don’t say it… Then let me show you. This is what you do to me. Do you feel Lacy? My body wants you so badly... Now my it's my body that is begging... Lacy, will you let me have you? Ah, please, Lacy… when you do that, I can't even remember English... If you keep going, soon I won't remember words at all, then how will I tell you-}

“Stop,” she cut him off. He looked up at her, desire burning in his features. “Pants. Off. Now.”

Kurt groaned and his tail wrapped around her shorts and tugged, while his hands pulled his pants off so fast that the bundle of hers got his tail stuck as it tried to slip out. His tail flicked behind him, throwing the fabric away as he dove back to her.

He knelt between her knees, pulling her up to rip her shirt from her, almost actually ripping it. He laid against her, his cock pressing against her for a moment as he stroked her body.

Kurt shifted, making the head of his stiffness rub against her clit as he ground against her. She arched to him, and he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. Her nails dug into him as she cried out longingly, and he groaned into her breast before pulling back and biting a tender spot on her ribs. “Ihr Körper ist so perfekt... Ich weiß nicht, wie lange ich kann dauern, ohne dass Sie... Bitte, Lacy, bitte sagen, ich kann kommen…” {Your body is so perfect... I don't know how much longer I can last without you... Please, Lacy, please say I can come in…}

“Yes,” Lacy half gasped half demanded. Her fingers dug in harder when he thrust into her, feeling so slick with juices that she probably was dripping down her thighs.

Kurt buried his face in her cleavage, moaning in fulfillment. His tail wrapped around her ankle and pulled it up over his shoulder, holding it up as he began thrusting.

Lacy looked up at Kurt’s face, seeing the expression as though he were enjoying paradise. Her hand ran up his chest while the other wrapped around the one stroking up and down her leg. Did he really enjoy her body that much? Was it that good to him? Her lip left her teeth where it had rested as she thought. “I- is it really that good?” She asked breathily.

His eyes opened to look down at her, still glowing paradise. “Jedes Mal besser als die letzte.” He leaned down to kiss her need swollen lips, pushing her knee closer to her chest and hitting her g-spot when he thrust.

“Ooouh!” She cried out, quickly coming around him.

Kurt’s eyes closed and his chin tilted up as he groaned back. “Und das macht es so viel besser,” he groaned, shifting her leg and starting to thrust in earnest. {Every time better than the last. And that makes it so much better.}

Lacy cried out as she continued tightening. “Good,” she groaned. “Oh! Good!”

“Ja,” he agreed, making shallow thrusts until she stopped moving, then spreading her thighs further and thrusting harder.

“Ah! Deep!” She cried out breathlessly. “So deep!”

Kurt just groaned helplessly in reply, unable to stop, even if, for some obscene reason, he’d wanted to. He pushed against what she was sure was her cervix, but damned if it wasn't the most amazing feeling.

A high pitched cry left her lips, making Kurt growl in reply, and she only lasted a few more thrusts before she started pulling at him again.

Kurt’s eyes opened wide and he gasped in a breath before cursing breathlessly and looking down at her squirming figure in wonder. Her hand grabbed at his chest as she arched. He panted as he looked down at her, trying to be gentle as he asked, “was willst du?” {what do you want}

“More,” she begged. “More, please… please! Don’t stop!” She cried out as she came again.

Kurt’s body throbbed with pleasure and desire. The only thing he could think about was her body, getting more of it, and hearing her scream again. “Dein Körper- es ist zu erstaunlichen, Lacy, Ich weiß nicht, wie lange Ich werde dauern-” he told her, gritting his teeth as he thrust. {Your body- it's too amazing, Lacy, I don't know how much longer I'll last}

“Just- don’t stop,” she begged. “Please- please don’t stop- please- Please! Please!” She cried out before words left her brain and a pleasured scream left her mouth.

Kurt felt Lacy’s thighs tremble around him before her body arched and she tightened around him again. He lost it and began thrusting as hard as he could into her, making her volume raise and her thighs shake more. He grunted and growled in reply, his hands tightening on her hips to keep himself in as deep as possible while he filled her.

He looked down at her, his hands traveling over her exhausted body, making her tremble at his touch. “So schön…” he told her as she moaned. {so beautiful}

“Kurt…” she groaned, and he leaned down to kiss her, stroking her sensitive skin while he continued the love making with his mouth.

He pulled back for a breath and asked, “vould you like to come again?”

Lacy looked up at him in surprise. “I- I, um, can’t feel my toes, and my whole body is tingling,” she admitted.

Kurt smiled at that. “Good. Perfect,” he told her, leaning down to continue the kiss.

Kurt pulled his sweating body from hers and laid down, pulling her body against him and kissing and nuzzling against her. “Mmm,” he sighed.

Lacy held up a hand with a few fingers up and put up another. “In the daytime,” she said, cuddled against his side.

Kurt smiled and lifted another finger, then another, then reached for her other hand.

She pulled it away from him playfully saying, “stop it.”

“But, you came more zhan vonce. I’m just trying to make it zhe right number,” he teased.

“But it can only be the first time once,” she told him.

Kurt buried his nose in her shoulder. “Mm. True, I suppose.” He pulled her close and stood, picking her up and walking to the bathroom. “Time for a shower,” he told her, stepping into the tub.

Lacy shifted so her legs wrapped around him and his hands moved to her butt, holding her up. The water fell on them as he kissed her, making the sensations more widespread.

Kurt pulled back and stroked her cheek as he stared into her eyes. “I vant to say it again.”

“No.”

Kurt raised his eyebrows, wondering if she hated hearing it, or maybe if she felt awkward because she didn’t feel the same. “No?”

“I don’t want to have a panic attack while you’re kissing me,” she told him, leaning forward.

Kurt kissed her back, feeling himself start to get excited again.

Lacy pulled back and looked at him. “Again?” She asked.

The corner of Kurt’s lip turned up in a smile. “I told you; I vant to make you mine, over and over, all day,” he said.

Lacy ran her hand over his cheek and leaned closer. “Then do it,” she whispered against his lips.

Kurt pressed against her, holding her hips a little higher and slid into her as he lowered her.

Lacy gasped and bit his lip gently as he thrust, moaning against him. He bounced her, sliding in and out, making her moan and clutch at him.

Kurt kissed and pressed into her, slowly taking her body down the path to orgasm again. In, out, in, out, in- “Oh- oh!” Kurt felt her tremble and hold tighter to him, moaning into his neck as she dug her nails into his skin.

Finally, he thrust and bit her shoulder. “Lacy,” he groaned, feeling his knees almost give out. He held her close for a moment, panting together as they recovered. He stroked her thighs and kissed her. “Ready to stand?” He asked.

“I don’t think my legs work,” she told him against his shoulder.

Kurt smiled, kissing her shoulder. “Lacy, I love you,” he told her.

Lacy took a sudden inhale of breath and held tighter to him. Her arms tightened around him as she tried to catch her breath. She put one foot on the ground and stood, still holding him.

Kurt squeezed her. “I zhough your legs didn’t vork?” He teased gently.

“That’s why I’m holding onto you so tightly,” she told him.

“Mm-hm,” he hummed, closing his eyes in happiness.

…    …    …    

Lacy and Kurt reached the ground floor of her apartment, and Kurt grabbed her hand, pulling her to a stop near the wall so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her again. His tongue danced with hers for a moment before he pulled back with a smile on his face.

“Why are you kissing me so much?” She asked.

“I told you, Lacy; if you von’t let me say it, I vill have to show you it. Until you believe me, and let me say it.” His hand stroked down her face as he smiled. “Now, pucker up, baby,” he teased, going in for another kiss.

Lacy kissed him back, but pulled back like a guilty teen at the sound of the door opening. She saw it was Pauline and turned back to Kurt’s lips, pulling his hand from her side and rehoming it on her breast.

Kurt’s brow raised, but he wasn’t going to argue at the placement.

As the footsteps echoed up the stairs, Kurt pulled back, smiling and still massaging her breast. “Showing off?” He teased.

“She’s a pain in the ass,” Lacy told him. “She gets all huffy at any hint of impropriety. I didn’t have a shirt on over my swimsuit as I was leaving one time, and she tried to lecture me for an hour. It was a one piece, for crying out loud!”

Kurt smiled at her, wondering if she’d notice that his hand was still where she’d placed it.

Lacy narrowed her eyes teasingly. “Quit that, you,” she said, pushing his hand away, but he just moved it down to her butt, pulling her closer and attacking her neck. “Kurt, we’re going somewhere,” she protested.

Kurt nibbled on her neck, squeezing her tighter against him. “Let’s stay here,” he suggested between mouthfuls of her throat.

“Kurt-” she pushed him back. “Come on.” She turned and started towards the door.

Kurt caught up to her. “Lacy, are you still having problems vizh zhis?” He asked, gesturing to himself as the door closed behind them.

“Well, a little…” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry, it’s just… still hard to hear you, but not see you.”

Kurt smiled. “It’s ok, I understand.” They walked down the sidewalk, but a few steps after they started, Kurt pulled her to the side again. “I vill just have to let you get used to it by kissing you more.”

He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her, but she put her finger to his lips. “Hey, I thought you wanted to go see a movie,” she said.

“Nein, I said ve should stay in bed all day, remember?” He told her. “Besides, I just vanted to make sure you could valk. I vasn’t sure if your legs vere still vorking.”

Lacy blushed and teased. “They’re fine, now, thank you for your concern, mister.”

Kurt ran his thumb down her cheek. “Ah, Liebling, it’s still me.”

Lacy’s eyes widened as she inhaled deeply.

Kurt closed his eyes in realization. “Sorry. It’s hard to hold it back now, you know.” He stepped back and smiled as she smiled up at him.

“I’m o-” Her eyes widened as they shifted behind him.

“Lacy?” He asked, watching her in confusion as she moved skin close to him, hiding behind him and peeking around him. “Lacy, are you alright?” She let out a breath, her hands holding on to his shirt as he turned to her.

“Lacy!” A voice called.

“No,” she whispered. Suddenly she was pressed against a wall. She couldn’t get away. She felt like she couldn’t scream, even though she knew she should.

“Lacy! Hey, Lacy, it’s me, Peter!”

Kurt turned to the voice and recognized the face it was coming from. His eyes narrowed as he watched his target getting closer.

When he was just a few feet away, he called out, “I just-”

Kurt growled and turned, punching him in the jaw.

Peter looked up at him from the ground in shock.

Kurt grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall. “You stay avay from her, you disgusting, filthy pervert,” he growled in his face.

“What-”

“I know vhat you tried to do, you slime. You’re lucky zhat I’m vone of zhe good guys. If I vasen’t- you don’t vant to know.”

“I didn’t try to do anything- I swear! I just wanted to check on Lacy, I work with her, and-”

“I know. She doesn’t vant to see you.”

Lacy stepped up behind Kurt and touched his shoulder.

Kurt stepped back and let Peter go. “You should leave,” he told him. Lacy put her hand on Kurt’s arm and he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly. Peter just watched them until Kurt growled, “I told you to leave.”

Peter turned and hurried away, and Lacy let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Kurt…” she mumbled.

“Shh,” he quieted. “You vouldn’t let me save you zhe first time, but Hell take me if I vas going to let him get near you zhis time.” He held her close and stroked her hair. “Let’s go back, ja?”

She nodded and they turned around.

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Good Little Assistant (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Smut

A/N: I wrote this one for Admin Panda, because she is our good little secretary. I was going to do Jimin next but...I didn’t feel like it anymore. (Sorry Admin Kook, I’ll get around to it...soon).

-Admin Moon

Read Previous Works: First Class / The Wounded Heart

I thought this department retreat would be like all the others we’d been forced to attend. A campfire at night, some trust exercises, and food that I wouldn’t feed to my worst enemy. How wrong I was. Two weeks before the retreat, our boss, Min Yoongi had just come it the main office in the United States from the one in Korea. With black hair and brown eyes you could just get lost in, Yoongi immediately made an impact around the office. He had mainly kept to himself since he began, but everyone knew what a room lighting smile he had.

I was his personal assistant so I knew more than others just how charming he could be. Every time he called me into his office, I had NSFW thoughts about what he could want me for. Unfortunately, it was usually just photocopying or some other menial task. The weekend retreat was a chance for all of us to get to know each other outside the confines of the office. Everyone attended them with resent, but this year I was looking forward to it. There was so much I wanted to learn about Yoongi and it would be the perfect opportunity.

The bus pulled into the Red Top Lodge and we all filed out. As we did, we were each handed a bunk assignment like we were back in summer camp. I was sharing a room with four other women, all who were from the accounting department. As soon as the door shut behind us it became immediately apparent that they’d be gossiping about our CFO all weekend. “I heard he had to leave his last job in Korea, because he was being stalked!” Tiffany, the payroll clerk, said excitedly. “She was the filing girl, apparently.”

“No.” Brittany waved her hand to bat away the comment. “I heard he was charged with sexual harassment..” Merissa put in her two cents in next. “I don’t care what he’s done, he’s as gorgeous as sin. Have you seen his hands?” The three of them giggled like schoolgirls before turning to me, expecting my input. Out of us all, I had the most contact with Yoongi. They probably expected some kind of inside information...not that I had any. I shrugged. “He seems nice.”

“That’s all?” Merissa pushed on. “Are you holding out on us, Y/N?”

“Not at all. He keeps to himself, that’s all.” I turned away from the three ladies and started making my bed, hoping that they wouldn’t ask any more questions. Even if I did know something about Yoongi, I wasn’t sure I would share it with them anyway. The lunch bell rang out and we all met back at the dining hall. The lunch consisted of sandwiches, chips and soda. It wasn’t the kind of food we were all used to eating but didn’t have that special camping feel to it. After we ate, groups were assigned and we all split off.

Crossing my fingers finally paid off, because I was allocated to Yoongi’s team. We headed off into the forest to play some trust games. Deep in the woods our group leader, James, paired us off. When it came down to just Yoongi and I, my stomach fluttered. I wanted to get to know my boss better and this weekend was supposed to be all about bonding. We were given a scavenger hunt list that I hoped would split us off from the group. It was meant to force us to act as a team. Given only two hours, we were told to hurry as there was a lot to be gathered. “Should we start at the top?” I suggested meekly. “As good a place as any,” Yoongi replied.

He was wearing black shorts with a blue shirt that highlighted the muscles on his arms. I bet he went to the gym every lunch break when he religiously took his hour off.

We set off and delved further into the woods, the murmurs of all the others disappearing into the distance. We were completely alone in the wilderness and all I could think about was the bonding we were supposed to be doing. “There might be some spider webs in the cave up there,” Yoongi said, pointing to a black hole several feet up the trail. “Who puts spider webs on a scavenger hunt?”

“It’s probably supposed to help us overcome our fear of them.”

“I doubt you’re scared of spiders.” Yoongi shrugged. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Nothing?” I asked incredulously. He shrugged again and I kind of believed him. The few feet were quickly traversed before we reached the entrance to the cave. It was a lot bigger than I expected it to be, easily fitting us both inside. I searched for a cobweb or two but came up short. When I stood, Yoongi was directly in front of me...looking down at me with an intense gaze. “No cobwebs,” I stuttered out. “No,” he replied, taking a step closer to me. “What a shame.”

His lips were on mine before I could register what was happening. My body melted against his as his tongue lapped at my mouth. I parted my lips and let him in, greedily welcoming him. His right hand cupped my cheek as his thumb caressed the skin there. My knees were weakening just from the kiss. If he didn’t release me soon I was going to be nothing more than a puddle on the floor. We kissed until there was no air left in my lungs. Yoongi pulled back so I could see the fire in his eyes. They burned with desire, a look I hadn’t seen in him before. Out of all the women in the office, it made my stomach flip flop to know he was choosing me.

“I’ve had to stare at your sexy ass for two weeks now,” Yoongi started, “and it’s taken every inch of my control not to slap that sweet pussy of yours.” The pussy that he was referring to came alive with his words. I was never one for office flings but I would gladly make an exception for this exceptional man. His lips pressed upon mine before I could say anything. His hands slid down the curve of my breast to land on my waist and then around to my back. He pulled me closer against him until I was completely encased in his embrace. He pushed a leg between mine so our bodies could get even closer. “Feel that, baby girl?”

His cock pressed into my hips, as hard as a rock. There had been plenty of speculation about the size of our CFO’s penis but I got the feeling everybody had underestimated it. “Mmm,” I moaned. He was making me senseless, all I could think about was that cock and how good it would feel being fucked by it. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered. We were in a cave with the rest of our office wandering around the forest all around us. It didn’t seem the best place to get naked but I could never refuse a direct order from my boss...especially not such a seductive order. “Yes, sir,” I replied. He stood back and watched me with eagle eyes.

I started with my company T-shirt and black shorts. His lips curled into a smirk when he saw my underwear. Despite the boring camp, I had gone out of my way to wear my nicest white lace thong. It made me feel a little bit special when I had to wear such boring clothes. “White, huh?” he said. My cheeks burned slightly, I hadn’t expected anyone to see my panties when I got dressed that morning. There was always the hope, but I never would have expected this. “It’s my favorite color. Now take them off before I tear them from you.” I reached around to unclip my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. I let it hang there as I reached down and stepped out of my panties.

Finally, the white lacy bra fell to the floor. I was completely naked in front of my boss. If it weren’t for his appreciative gaze, I may have found myself quite self conscious. Yoongi’s eyes travelled down from my face, lingering on my chest, and finally resting on the curve of my hips. The bulge in his pants was clearly visible, even in the dimness of the cave. He closed the gap between us and swept me into his arms. His lips met mine again before peppering my neck with little bites. I was left on the cusp of pleasure and laughter, unsure whether to giggle or moan with excitement. I felt like doing both.

His lethal tongue went lower until he reached my breast. His lips sucked on my nipple as his tongue twirled little circles around the sensitive bud. My back arched, pressing my breasts against him. I would do anything so that he could take more of me into his mouth. He laughed, his warm breath feeling exquisite against my naked skin. He gently nibbled on my nipple before finally releasing me. We kissed again as his hand moved lower, making my stomach shudder as he skimmed over it. I gasped as his hand cupped my wet pussy. If he wasn’t already aware of how turned on I was, it would be then.

His fingers tickled along my clit, my hips rocked, making the movement more intense. While Yoongi held me, I reached down and pulled open the zipper on his shorts. My hands slid around his cock, while he stroked my clit in long, luxurious caresses, I rubbed his cock through his trunks. I grew tired of the fabric being between us and dove deep into his underwear. His cock was soaked with precum, making the tip wet and slippery just begging for some action. His hips melted and his whole body temporarily weakened to my touch. My hand pumped up and down his shaft as it grew harder and thicker. It was satisfying to see this powerful man come undone with just a few delectable strokes.

He let me go suddenly and the cold cave air encompassed my body, making me miss his warmth. I stood naked and panting while he quickly removed his clothes. With every item that he peeled away, I grew more excited. His hard abs and ripped muscles proved that he definitely looked after himself. As soon as he was undressed, he tugged me closer. Our bodies entwined and I quickly lost track of where all our limbs were. Yoongi picked me up and took a few steps to the side. I didn’t realize we were outside until the sun peeked through the top of the trees and blinded me.

Yoongi laid me on the ground with his body pressing against mine. I opened my legs to him as he positioned himself between them. I took the weight of his body as our hips connected. His cock rubbed against my clit so our juices mixed together. I should have worried that we were in the forest and out in the open, but I couldn’t think about anything except the sexy man teasing me with his length. “God, you’re sexy,” Yoongi moaned against my skin. He sucked on my nipple, shooting a direct line of pleasure right down to my pussy. My body was a mass of sensations and every nerve tingled with happiness.

“Fuck me,” I begged. His cock had been teasing me for too long. I needed him inside me before I couldn’t stand it anymore. He shifted position and his cock thrust into me with an effortless power. He plunged in while I gasped, finally realizing just how big he really was. Seeing it and feeling it were two different things. A feeling of fullness and completion washed over me as he started bucking his hips. Our naked bodies were exposed to anyone who might have walked by as his cock repeatedly thrust deep into my pussy. With his hand, Yoongi continued to toy with my clit. Our bodies slapped together and mixed with the sounds of the forest. It seemed such a natural thing to do in the lush surroundings. An orgasm quickly rose within me, because of how excited I was. Everything in my body became a tight coil, ready to spring loose and explode.

It was only a matter of seconds before I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. “Come for me,” Yoongi ordered. He was so used to bossing me around in the office that this seemed like a natural extension of his power. I would happily oblige his directions, I would do whatever he said.

His fingers followed through on the order, rubbing my clit hard so I had no choice but to obey anyway. The spring unwound as the orgasm ripped through me. I moaned Yoongi’s name like it was a prayer and let the tingling feeling of absolute joy barrel through me. Everything felt euphoric, like I was having an out of body experience. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good,” Yoongi said as he sped up his pace. “My cock… so,” His closed his eyes as he buried himself in me one last time. We were both awash with ecstasy now, lost in the sea of the orgasm and powerless to do anything about it.

I relaxed every part of me while sinking into oblivion. My legs unwrapped from around him. For the first time, I noticed the leaves underneath me. They were going to stick to my ass when I eventually got up. Yoongi didn’t linger too long, he pulled off me, taking his weight on his arms while his cock slid out of me. “We should get back soon,” he said. “That’s probably smart. Wouldn’t want people to start missing us.” He stalked back to the cave and retrieved our clothes, handing me mine. I wasn’t sure what to say, whether this meant anything to him or if it was just a one time kind of thing.

He was my boss, after all. I still wanted to keep my job at the end of the day. I needed to keep my job. Unemployment didn’t pay the bills and I certainly had a lot of them. I was still paying off my student loans. “That was really fun,” Yoongi said as he dressed. It seemed a shame to cover up all those muscles. At least I finally knew what was under those clothes. “Yeah, it was.”

“It has to remain our secret.” I liked the thought that we shared a secret. “I won’t tell anyone.” “Good.” He kissed me once we were dressed and started heading back to camp. I guessed we weren’t going to actually gather anything on the scavenger hunt. At least we’d bonded, and that was the point, right?

I followed him back and pretended I couldn’t work out why we’d failed so dismally in our hunt. Tiffany and her partner won the game, finding everything on the list in record time. They probably had their clothes on for the entire hunt. When I caught Yoongi’s eye across the lawn, he winked at me. I tried not to read too much into it, but I wanted to. I hoped he was reliving our naked encounter and craving more, just like I was. It wasn’t long before we had to prepare for dinner, we were to eat around the campfire, in true bonding spirit. Yoongi sat across the fire from me, that cheeky sparkle still in his eye every time he glanced my way.

I took an oversized marshmallow and heated it on the flames. It was gooey when I pulled it back and blew on it to cool it down. I noticed Yoongi watching me intently, so I decided to give him a show. Pulling the marshmallow off the stick, I started to lick it off my fingers. It was so gooey it stuck easily and was much harder to remove from my skin. I licked my fingers suggestively, pretending his cock could take their place, if he wanted it to. He shifted on the log he was sitting on. I could imagine his shaft getting hard and uncomfortable in his pants. His mind should be filled with erotic pictures if I was doing a good job.

One of my co-workers sat beside me, plonking down suddenly. “What a huge waste of time this whole team bonding thing has been,” Brittany moaned. “Oh, I don’t know, it seems to make us a bit closer,” I replied as I tore my gaze away from Yoongi. My boss and I had become much closer since arriving at the camp. “You obviously haven’t been listening to Mark and all his friends. It just reminds me what a bunch of assholes we work with.” She started roasting a marshmallow. I stole a glance at Yoongi and saw him staring at me intently. I decided to ignore him for now, he’d had me too easily today. I didn’t want him to think I was completely desperate...even if he did make my pussy wet with just one look.

“Do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?” I asked. Hopefully there would be a chance for some more alone time so I could bond some more with my boss. Merissa shrugged. “Trust exercises or some bullshit like that. I wished I’d thought to bring some alcohol. This weekend would be so much more fun with tequila.” I wasn’t going to argue with her. Our team bonding weekends were notorious for being long and boring. This was the first one I’d actually enjoyed and that was only because I’d been fucked by the boss.

As people started to sing around the campfire, I decided it was time to slip away. I only sang in the shower and only then when I was alone. I didn’t need to spend any more time with my colleagues. There was no sign of Yoongi when I merged into the shadows and walked back to my cabin. I grabbed my wash bag from my overnight bag and headed for the shower block. I had to admit it was nice to see such a clear sky with all its twinkling lights. You didn’t get that kind of view from the city where the artificial lights never dimmed. The camp was in a beautiful spot, I loved it out here.

The shower block was empty when I stepped inside. It was separated between men and women but I couldn’t hear any noise from either side. I slipped into one of the stalls on the female side and stripped off my clothes. The block may have been breezy but at least they had hot water. I let the liquid wash over me and clean away the dirt I had accumulated from the forest floor. Some leaves were still stuck in my hair from rolling around with Yoongi. I heard footsteps approach and waited for another one of the showers to turn on.

When the feet stopped, I turned around and was face to face with Yoongi. He grinned at me. “That was a dirty trick you played on me back there.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied innocently. “So you always eat marshmallows off your fingers like that?”

“Always.” A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Are you here to punish me, Mr. Min?” His eyes darkened. “Should you be punished, Y/N?”

“I think so.” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over the top of the stall. His shorts were gone in less time again. His trunks followed until we were both as naked as the day we were born. “What if someone comes in?” I asked. My breath hitched in my throat with anticipation. “Then you better be quiet or we’ll get caught.” He took a step closer to me. Placing his hands on my waist, he turned me around until I faced the tiled wall of the stall.

Water cascaded down over both of us now. His hands wandered as they moved down my body, my stomach quivered as he tickled my belly. His touch was magical, I couldn’t believe what he made me feel with every little motion. I leaned back against him and let the feel of his skin warm me. The water was hot but his skin burned with fire. My pussy started to throb, desperate for some attention. I wanted his fingers in all the places they shouldn’t be. “You’ve got a sexy body, Y/N. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

His hands moved up to cup my breast, one in each palm. He massaged them while pleasurable tingles pinged in my pussy. “God, I love your hands.” I moaned as my body melted. I was putty in his hands and he could mold me however he wanted. A groan escaped my lips. I could let him massage me all day long as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. He seemed to know exactly where to touch for the maximum effect. How was it that Yoongi knew his way around my body better than I did? He had skills I’d never seen before. “Bend over, Y/N,” he ordered in barely more than a whisper.

I followed his command and bent forward, when I did his hands left my breast and moved to my hips. He held me in place against him with one palm while the other hand delved between my legs. He cupped my apex, wiggling his fingers through my folds. “Always so wet and willing. You’re in for a raise if you keep this up.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. He may or may not have been joking but I would play along gladly. This weekend was about bonding and I was going to make the most of it. There was no relationship more important at work than between me and my boss. He tickled my clit until I squirmed. My belly clenched as I tried to stave off the orgasm for as long as possible. It would be all too easy to succumb early, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to enjoy the sensations for as long as I could. His finger slipped into my entrance with ease. He pumped me a few times before withdrawing, satisfied I was more than ready for him.

Yoongi repositioned himself and nudged my legs wider apart so he could push into me. His cock broke the barrier of my entrance and thrust deep inside me. I gasped as I grabbed onto the shower so I didn’t sink to my knees. Yoogni leaned forward, covered my back with his chest. He brushed aside my hair and kissed my neck. His lips sparking fires everywhere they caressed. Our bodies slapped together as his hips thrust against me. Even over the noise of the running water, I could hear the skin on skin smacking together. We were more lubricated than normal with the water adding to our enjoyment.

We both started grunting as we were lost in the action. It didn’t matter who we were at the moment, only what we were doing. Yoongi’s hand worked hard on my clit. He rubbed my nub, reminding me who was in charge. Just like we were back in the office where Yoongi held all of the power. He could tell me what I had to do and I would obey. Just a few movements of his fingers and I would be forced to experience untold pleasure. “I’m close,” he panted. “My cock is about to explode.”

“I’m close too,” I replied. I could barely get the words out as my stomach coiled into a tight ball. I was so close to release that it was all I could think of. His hips bucked faster as his hand pressed down onto my clit. I couldn’t keep it together any longer. “Fuck!” Yoongi grunted at the same time, summing it up perfectly for both of us. We surged into the orgasm together as our bodies experienced the same untold joy. All my senses dulled as my heartbeat shot into the stratosphere. Yoongi was going to give me a heart attack if he kept up with this kind of action.

All my limbs tingled as he pulled me against him. His cock pulled from my pussy as he spun me around. Our arms went around one another as we held each other close. I could hear his heart beating in his chest as my head rested against it. Water continued to flow down our bodies as we lost ourselves in the moment. I couldn’t think about anything except the wonderful joy zipping through my nerves. Even if someone walked in on us, I don’t think I would have been able to do anything about it.

My feet were rooted to the spot and Yoongi’s embrace was far too nice to move out of. We stood together for a long time. Eventually, Yoongi turned off the faucet and the water stopped. I wondered how many people would be having a cold shower because of us tonight. “Go back to your dorm and sleep,” Yoongi said as he released me from his hold. “We’ll talk again tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone about this.”

“I won’t.” I wouldn’t. Besides being nobody else’s business, I enjoyed having a secret with him. It was something only the two of us shared and that made me feel special. Yoongi took his clothes and left the shower block. I could imagine him getting dressed by moonlight outside. Or maybe he’d walk back to his dorm completely naked so he could find his towel in his room. I wondered what people would think if they saw him. I dried off and put on my pajamas before returning to my own dorm. The sound of a group of my colleagues singing drifted through on the balmy air. I hoped they would continue on for a while so I could have the dorm to myself for a bit longer. Climbing into bed, I stared at the bottom of the bunk above me. The weekend had not turned out as I expected it would. I drifted off to sleep a very satisfied coworker.

In the morning, the camp alarm woke everyone in my dorm simultaneously. I hadn’t heard them come in last night. Each of us grumbled with the early start but none of us wanted to miss out on breakfast so we reluctantly got up and dressed. Yoongi was already in the cafeteria when I reached it. The spot next to him was tempting to take but I didn’t succumb. I sat across from the room from him instead and refused to look his way. Nobody would have the opportunity to put two and two together about us. I would show him that I could be discreet. After eating, we were given more activities to do in pairs. Yoongi immediately chose me and pulled me away from the others. We were behind the shed before he started talking. “I have a proposition for you.” That certainly piqued my curiosity. “I’m listening.”

“I need someone to fulfill a very specialized role in the company. I think you’d be perfect for the position.”

“I appreciate you thinking of me. What is the role?” His gaze flicked around to make sure nobody else was in earshot. We were completely alone, I couldn’t even see anyone else. “I have very active sexual urges. My appetite for women is insatiable, to say the least. Sex is on my mind most of the time and seeing you at your desk just outside my office every day is driving me crazy.”

“Um, sorry...”

“No, you’re not.” He grinned with a cheeky lilt of his lips. “You drive me wild, Y/N. I want you to put the personal in personal assistant.”

“I’m not sure if I completely understand,” I said. Was he talking about what I thought he was talking about? In this kind of situation, I definitely needed some clarification. He leaned in until I could feel his warm breath on my skin. “I want to fuck you, Y/N. Every day. At work. In every way imaginable. Whenever I want it, you will provide it. In exchange, you will receive an assistant to do your work and I’ll triple your salary.”

“You’ll be paying me for sex,” I stated bluntly. It was verging close to prostitution. I didn’t have a problem with that, but it still seemed wrong. “No, I will be paying you to be available to me. You do always have the opportunity to say no. I’m not going to force you into anything but you know what to expect when you turn up to work every day.” His proposal sent a thrill down my spine. I never really liked my job, it was boring and there wasn’t any room for promotion. With triple the salary and an assistant, I could actually live instead of just survive. Plus, the best thing about the deal would be having sex with Yoongi. Honestly, I would gladly fuck him for free but I wasn’t going to tell him that now.

I didn’t care about the details of our arrangement, as long as Yoongi and I were into it, then it didn’t matter. “So?” Yoongi prompted. “Say yes, Y/N. I need to be inside you every day. I need you to be stretched out over my desk as I spank that sexy ass of yours.” Well when he put it that way… “Yes, I’ll do it. I agree.” A smile split his face in two. He held out a hand and I shook it. We’d just made the deal of a lifetime, one where I’d get to be his good little assistant.