#babygirl you look so fucking stupid it's barely even funny at this point

[borealopelta]

ATTENTION!

I have to speak my mind. I care so much about the Don Hume x Bobby Moch fanfics, it's so cool and fun and hot. They are obviously not just FRIENDS!

If Jack or Luke saw this, that'd probably make them feel like whatever because they're not actually Bobby and Don, they just played them in a mediocre movie. It's okay if Luke is MARRIED! AND STRAIGHT! Both of them can be! So, to all the Don x Bobby fans out there, please know I mean no hate towards the straight community (I have good straight friends myself) I just want NORMAL fanfictions about Don Hume and Bobby Moch, together, not apart, as more than friends, please.

Thanks for reading.

[illateyouricecreamlastnight]

Damn my first hate ask huh?

So,there is this asshole sent me this kind of ask. I try to contact them privately,but i get blocked before i could do anything. Coward-

But quiet a bold move since idfk how to turn on the anon ask. Lucky i give mercy on them

So like...what's the fucking point here? Do you know me? Like irl? Cuz fuck,you get it all correct! I am pathetic,i always try to be funny. But what else should i do? Venting 24/7? Nah,man. My blog full of my shits that i enjoy and if anyone else enjoys my content too,it feel so nice. But if they don't that's okay.

I found a lot of nice people here more than a cringe kid like you. Quiet pathetic too if you actually and adult picking up on a minor,lol-

My parents? Well you're right. They will be dissapointed at me if they find out how i actually am. At least i am trying to make them proud. I get to make them proud sometimes so thats cool.

I never believed that people actually like me either my schoolmates. They might talk behind my back now...which is great! I don't need them,i don't even like socializing or talking for too long

Also,kill myself? This guy fr-

BITCH I DID! 7 TIMES! I AM TRYING TO KILL MYSELF! BUT I STILL SUCK THIS SHITTY AIR! MY BODY HURTS A LOT,I HAVE WOUNDS FOR NOTHING BUT FOR SATISFIYING MY ANGER ON PEOPLE AND MYSELF. AND I ADMIT,IT ACTUALLY A BLISS TO GET A LITTLE PAIN TO MYSELF

I am still waking up,laugh at stupid memes and shits. I still smile even i barely can. My smile is ugly and everytime i look at the mirror with a smile,i laugh so hard. I can't take myself seriously what even anyone else? I am a clown and i am okay with it. My scars? I learn from it. I learn to love. I learn to live. I'm 16,i am slowly understanding my life.

So yeah,it's quiet pointless for you to send me this. I not that happy,i'm not sad. I just...there.

Babygirl,go touch some grass and drink water. You're embarassing your own sorry ass. Like i always said,PATHETIC

[sailorhyunjinz]

SAW THAT DRUNK FLUFFY HEADCANNON. NOW DO A ANGST SMUT VERSION OF IT OR WHATEVER SIS. LEZ GET ETTTT SKRRTSKRTTTTT

Please. 🥺

LEZ GET IIIIIIIIIIT SKRTSKRT (I CANT)

some of these are both smut/angst and others only smut or only angst OK? ok

SMUT AND ANGST VERSION WOOP now we’re talking bby

warning; SMUT/ANGST. gn!reader x skz. subxdom, use of alcohol, sex under influence, minor injuries, penetrative sex, degradation, punishment, nicknames, choking, mentions of blood, slight dacryphilia, mentions of tobacco

Bangchan

he’s more pouty but seeing you with scraped knees makes him mad

mad because he cares so much about you 

“y/n you’re being stupid”

you fall into his arms, just as mad back at it

“if im so stupid then leave” 

he looks at you, dumbfounded but then mad

“fine, then i’ll leave” he says, clearly hurt by your words but holding tightly to his pride, storming off.

as the door closes you panic, feeling lonely and paranoid at the same time

you never really being good with alcohol anyways

so him leaving you in this vulnerable state made you feel,,, bad :((

you run after him and eventually catch up 

right as you get to him you stumble, scraping your knee and your hand

he turned around quickly, filled with worry but also pure rage

“you’re so stupid y/n” he says leaning down and looking you into your glossy eyes

“h-help me channie” you say, your voice frail

he sighes, picking you up and the two of you going back home

Minho

be scared be real fucking scared

you aint walking for a week nuh uh

fucks you DEEP 

deeper than ever

boy is mad as fuck, he just lashes out on you for being so stupid as to walk home alone in the middle of the night. 

he complains and scolds you whilst he’s railing you oop

“fucking stupid, walking like that all alone”

you are practically crying underneath him, not sure if it’s from him scolding you or from how DEEP this man goes 

pounding some sense into you LMAO

lots of choking OOF

denying your orgasm until you’re crying

“yeah thats right, cry for me” (lmao cue twice)

NAH BUT A SWEETHEART AFTERWARDS I PROMISE 

Changbin

“what if you get injured y/n?” he says, holding your hand on your way home

“i didn’t!” you say confidently 

“then whats that?” he says, pointing at your bleeding knees

“n-nothing” you say, limping forward

“should listen to me more” he says quickly, puffing his cheeks in frustration

“i do listen, just,,, just let me have f-fun!” your head spinning. 

“but thats not having fun y/n, thats called being stupid and destroying your health” he spits on the ground

“alright then let me, not like it’s affecting you in any way” you slur out, changbin looking at you through hooded eyes as he exhales loudly

“maybe if you’d stop being drunk all the time you’d actually see how it is effecting me” he says, letting go of your hand causing you to stumble over your own legs

you hit the cold concrete in the dark as he walks home

“come back when you’ve thought about your actions”

Hyunjin

he paces back and forward in the hallway, waiting for you

the door creaks open and you, looking like a mess, appear infront of him

“where were you? i was worried sick y/n! you cant just do-”

“shush,,, i want a,, a hug” you stammer out, getting closer to him and smelling of cigarettes and alcohol

he pushes you away, glaring at you through dark eyes

“do you even care about me?” 

you tilt your head, feeling more unstable for every second that goes by. 

“of course hyunnie!” you smile lazily at him 

but he’s not buying any of it

i feel like he holds grudges for a long time??? idk just me??

“i’ll sleep on the couch, dont come close to me”

bruh his voice and tone is so cold, it send shivers down your spine

you nod, tears bubbling up in the corners of your eyes. 

Jisung

“im not helping you!” jisung says, you rubbing your thighs together, always feeling needy when drunk

“pl-please sungie, i-i wont drink ever again i-if you help,,, me”

he cocks his eyebrow at you, licking the inside of his cheek

“mhm.. you think im stupid enough to fall for that? what do you really think of me babygirl/babyboy”

you scratch the back of your head, not knowing what to answer

“y-you fell for it last time~”

he scoffs, pissed at the fact that you came stumbling through the door in the middle of the night

him waiting for you and being filled sick with worry

he leans closer to your ear, feeling the smell of liquor 

“why should i help you? sluts like you dont deserve me”

you whine at his words, not helping with your neediness

“please,, jisung i,, just help me!” you were started to get pouty to which he chuckles

“beg nicely”

Felix

“where were you”

his voice is like LOW low

he sits with his legs spread apart

bruh his gaze?!??”! its like black, just blank

you try to ignore him, shuffling around awkwardly but only stumbling from being drunk

“sit” he pats his lap you gulp, having no other choice but to listen

you sit down on his lap

your eyes are running all over the room, looking everywhere but at felix

“was my slut out drinking?” 

BRUH YOU JUST STARE AT HIM

he only says that when he’s mad, ONLY

so now you’re scared but you nod, barely having your eyes open

he hums, his voice vibrating through your ears

“you agree, you’re a slut?”

you nod again and before you know it theres a hand wrapped around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you feel even more lightheaded. 

his mouth gets close to your ear

his warm breath desending down your cheek

“dont make me do this kitten”

Seungmin

frustrated 

he gets a call from one of your friends that tell you that you’re passed out on the street

he picks you up, you barely standing on your own two legs and the entire way home he didnt say a word

as soon as the door to your home closes he starts yelling at you

“dont you have any thoughts in that dumb head of yours?”

you start tearing up from his loud and stern voice, leaning against a wall. 

“i-im sorry minnie” 

that being the only sentence he understood, the rest sounding more like blabbering

“are you really sorry y/n, are you??!”

“y-yes,,, just tired~”

without saying anything more he grabs his jacket and leaves

slamming the door behind him

at first you dont understand but then the silence takes over, leaving you wrapped with a lonely blanket as tranquility

“m-minnie?” you call out as if he was still there but being met by nothing but pure silence

you slide down against the wall, crying as seungmin peeks through the door, feeling bad for making you cry 

Jeongin

“enough”

he grabs the bottle from your hand, placing it beside him as the two of you were drinking at home. 

“but whyyy?~ we were just getting started innie~”

he looks at you with a puzzled expression

your cheeks flaming hot and your eyes drooping down

“cant you just stop y/n?”

you meet his brown eyes, not understanding what he meant

“hm? whatchu mean~?

he sighs loudly, seeing you roll around on the floor

“why can’t you just control yourself? why do i always have to take care of you?”

you laugh, your thoughts gone with the wind

“thats funny innie!”

poor boy gets frustrated and lays down, hovering above you

“is it funny if i do this?”

he kisses you, slowly trailing his fingertips downwards

OK I HAVE ONE REQUEST LEFT IN MY INBOX SO GOTTA DO THAT!! and after that im gonna start posting/working more on fics even though... i feel shit about writing fics because they never turn out that good huh.... AH WELL at least im trying T-T 

hard/soft thoughts are always welcome ><

[supercorpkid]

You’re going to wish you were dead, instead.

Part 4 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2370.

Warnings: kidnapping. Injuries. Next level angst.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2, part 3

You open your eyes when someone kicks your stomach twice. You can’t control the vomit that comes right after, when your body finally understands that you’re up.

“Gross! Boss! The child threw up on my feet.” He walks away from you.

You want to appreciate that fact that you just did something to one of them, but everything hurts so much, like your skin is being peeled off of your body, that right now your only wish is that you could just die already so you don’t have to feel this unbearable pain anymore. Never in your worst nightmares, you’ve imagined you could feel so much pain you would wish you were dead instead.

“Stupid shit doesn’t die of over-exposure. It’s been hours! Maybe we should just shoot her, so she can bleed out to death.” One of them says and you pray they’re being serious.

“Please.” You plead. “End this.”

The boss kneels in front of you, with a creepy satisfied smile on his face. He looks behind him, to the other guys, and starts laughing like you just told the funniest joke in the world. His goons start laughing with him.

“I’m not going to end this. I wouldn’t want to stop all this fun you’re having!” He stands up, the same creepy smile still on his lips. “You know, you Kryptonians are funny. You act like Gods deciding everyone’s fate with some kind of morality no one even knows if you actually have. So, you’re ok with putting us through pain, but you can’t take any?”

“They are some weak Gods.” One of his henchmen says, and he looks back like he is telling him to shut up.

“Your world exploded for a reason. No kryptonian was supposed to survive. But then Supergirl and Superman came to Earth. Now, they are here dictating rules, expecting everyone to follow them. Who do they think they are? Those cockroaches.” He spits on the floor next to you, and you feel saliva hitting your face. “They’re not even supposed to exist, let alone procreate.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You whimper, and he gives his maniac laughter again.

“I’ll do you a solid though, just because you’re just a little kid.” He raises a hand and quickly one of his goons puts a gun in his hand. He points at your leg. “I’ll make a little hole, to accelerate your dying process, ‘kay?” And he shoots your leg.

You scream as loud as you can, with all the strength still left in you. You thought you were already in so much pain because of the kryptonite, that this wouldn’t add up and you wouldn’t feel any more. You were wrong. The pain piled up on top of each other. So right now, the inside of your body is agonizing, your leg is burning and you’re bleeding out. Is this pain going to go on forever? It sure feels like it, because no matter how much you pray for it, you’re still not dead.

No, you’re not dead. You’re just lying there in your own vomit and blood, thinking about how much you want this nightmare to end, one way or another, when you hear gunshots. You close your eyes, thinking they’ve changed their minds and decided to shoot you multiple times to end your pain, but you don’t feel anything.

“Supergirl, I’ve been expecting you.” What? You open your eyes when you hear that. You can’t see her, the boss is in front of you with his body, but you get a glimpse of red and your heart beats faster. “As you can see, I have kryptonite and your daughter. Now, would you-”

“FUCK YOU!” She flies towards him with her closed fist, throwing him to the other side of the room. You can’t see him, but you know there’s no way he can recover fast from that. Kara kneels before you, and rips the chains with her hands, tossing the kryptonite to the other side of the room, like it doesn’t even affect her anymore. And if it does, it’s not as painful as seeing your situation.

You thought that once you were free of kryptonite, the pain would go away. It didn’t. Your body still feels like it is up in flames. Kara touches your face, you whimper. You can’t barely make up her face with your one functioning eye, but you see your pain reflected on her face.

She is still kneeling next to you, when she hears a noise coming from where she threw the guy. She blows her freeze breath, holding him back a little. Kara looks around, like she’s looking for something.

“I’ll be right back, my love. Ok? Momma is here.” She disappears right after, but comes back a few seconds later, hair blowing, and even though you didn’t see a thing, you know she just used her super speed.

“Mommy. I’m dying.” You whisper and Kara holds you up, carrying you in the most protective way she can.

“Shhh. You’re ok. Mommy is here. You’re ok.” Kara looks around again and you see aunt Alex going inside the room with the biggest gun you’ve ever seen. “He’s tied up in the corner.”

“J’onn and I got this. Take her to the DEO and put her under the sun light lamp, I’ll be there in a few.” Alex goes to the other side of the room, but you still can hear her. “Oh, you thought it was funny shooting my niece? I’ll show you funny!”

You don’t hear anything else. Kara is flying with you back to National City, and you look up to her. Hair flying in the wind, tears dropping from her eyes, she can’t take her eyes off you.

“I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe, baby.” She gives you the saddest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Mommy, I’m dying.” You repeat very slowly, because you don’t have any strength left to speak, and you know Kara can hear you either way. And you need her to know. She needs to know you’re probably not going to make it.

“No, you’re not. You’re ok. We’re going home, ok? We’re almost there. Mommy is here with you and your mom is waiting for you. You’re ok, baby.” Kara is crying so hard you barely make out what she’s saying.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I love you.”

“I love you, little one. I’m sorry. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry.” She keeps repeating that until you close your eyes. You can finally let go, you said everything. She knows you’re sorry, she knows you love her. So, you stop fighting the inevitable.

You thought you would die. You wished you had died. But you’re still here. You hear voices and you feel hands on your body. Someone’s touching your leg, it hurts like a bitch. Someone is squeezing your hand, it’s reassuring. Someone’s kissing your forehead over and over again, it’s calming.

You keep waking up and blacking out. But you don’t think they know this, because you can’t talk, can’t open your eyes, can’t move your body. All you can do is feel pain.

“Baby, my baby. I know you can do this. You can come back to us, please, please. I love you so much, babygirl. You’re my everything.”

“Mom, why isn’t she up yet? It’s been days! You said she would be awake by now.”

“Jamie, I-I don’t… She will wake up, honey. Just give her time, she needs to rest.”

“No. No, mom. She’s supposed to be up by now! Bring her back! Do something!”

“I’ve done everything I can, Jam. Come on, honey. Let’s go. Come.”

“Alex, there must be something else we can do.”

“Kara, you know how much I want her back too, I just- I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands now.”

“I wish I could switch places with her.”

“I know, Kar. I know. Go home, you’ve been in here for days. Go see Lena. Go be with your wife.”

You keep wishing you were dead. But you don’t die, and you also don’t come back to life. You’re half alive, and that’s not enough for anyone.

“Hey, little one.” You hear softly, and your heart beats fast. For the first time you feel you have enough strength to do something. You need to let her know you’re still alive. “I brought donuts, and your homework again.”

You try to ask for food, because you’re starving, but you can’t talk.

“I’ve been doing your homework for the past two weeks, and I have to say, I don’t know how you do this. It’s so much stuff, and you still find time to work on your inventions, and go to trainings…”

Yep, your life’s not as easy as it seems.

“Oooh, want to have a laugh? Your teacher sent me your physics homework yesterday and I obviously didn’t know anything, so I asked your mom for help and guess what? Apparently, Lena doesn’t know everything. It took her ten minutes to solve a problem. It was freaking hilarious.”

It sounds hilarious. You wish you were there.

“Hey. Was that a little laugh?” Kara asks and you try to smile again so she can see it. “I’ll tell Lena you laughed at her. Wait, no. I can’t do that, she’ll have hope.” She breathes heavily and your heart shrinks. “Shoot, I’m crying on your homework again. Your teacher will start wondering.”

You want to wake up so badly. You don’t know why your body doesn’t obey you. You’ve been in this bed under the sun for two weeks apparently. Is your body ever going to respond?

“Hold me.” You beg, trying to make your voice come out. It feels like you’re stuck in those nightmares where you feel like you’re screaming, but no one around hears anything. “Please.”

“Alex said we can take you home, with the lights and all. I’m scared, because I know that here, you’re being watched by doctors, but-” You feel her hand stroking your face gently. “I want you to be comfortable, and I want to lay in bed with you all day. So, should I? Should I take you home?”

YES. Please. Do it. Please. All you want is to go home.

“Yeah. I know. We shouldn’t move you too much. We don’t know what’s going on inside you, right? Besides-” You feel Kara’s warmth next to you. “I can lay in here with you, even though Alex tells me not to. We don’t have to tell her, right?” You feel Kara’s arms around and your eyes water immediately. “Baby, are you crying? Did I- Did I hurt you?” She moves away. “ALEX! ALEX! SHE’S CRYING. DO SOMETHING.”

There’s a weird taste on your mouth. Metallic and bitter. You need to get out of this bed, you need to go back to your life. And you feel it has to be now, or it will be never.

You open your eyes, slowly. It’s hard, it’s like they were glued together. It’s all blurry and undefined. You just see bright yellow, but it’s the first time you’re seeing some color in a while so you can’t complain about it.

“Baby! Kara, Alex! She’s awake!” You hear Lena’s voice and you see black and white mixed with the yellow. It’s probably her hair and face, but you can’t know for sure. There are no shapes, just colors. “Baby, baby, it’s ok. Mom is here.” Lena kisses your face and you feel hands on your body. There’s a very strong hand holding yours, and you know it’s Kara, because she is holding so hard it hurts. And you feel Alex’s hands touching your pulsing points.

“Hey, little one. Can you say something?” Kara asks and you open your mouth.

“My bones.” You whisper so slowly it’s pretty much inaudible; you’re sure only Kara can hear you, and only because of her super hearing.

“Oh, oh, sorry.” She stops squeezing your hand and kisses it, gently. “I forgot about the loss of powers.”

Wait, what?

“Ok, you two move away, please.” Now you see red, mixed with the yellow. “Hey kiddo, this is aunt Alex. Listen I have to do a few tests with you, ok? If you can hear me perfectly, blink once.” You blink once. “Perfect. You’re doing really well. Now, if you can see me perfectly, blink once.” You don’t blink. “Oh, ok. Is it blurry?” You blink once. “Ok, don’t worry, it will go back to normal with time. Now, I want you to move your left leg, just a little. Can you do that for me?” You do it.

She then makes you move every part of your body, and slowly but surely you do all that she asks. You hear Kara and Lena’s celebrations next to you and you smile proud of yourself.

“Hey kiddo, that was perfect! Next time you wake up, you will feel a lot better. I promise you.” You feel a squeeze in your hand, and you give her a little smile. “I don’t want you to get tired, so you can go back to sleep now, and we’ll work more later ok?”

“Wait.” You whisper and she puts her ear close to your mouth so she can hear you. “Lena.”

“She wants you.”

Lena takes Alex’ spot, holding your hand and putting her ear close to your face so she can hear you better.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no baby, you don’t have anything to feel sorry for. Everything is alright. Listen.” You feel Lena wiping the tears from your cheeks. “You were right. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not the most important thing in the world for me, because you are. You are. Stop-stop worrying about it. Just use everything you have to recover, ok?” You nod weakly. “I love you.”

“We love you.” You hear Kara’s voice and you breathe deep.

“Mommy.” Your voice comes out a little stronger, but it is still just a whisper.

“Mommy is here, little one. I’ve got you. We’ve got you.” Kara says and you close your eyes again. Your body might still ache, but your heart doesn’t ache anymore.

[oiikawabii]

best of friends

oikawa x fem reader x matsukawa, implied iwaizumi x reader

short thing based on this episode of grand army on netflix that was written while i was on a caffeine high after work, so good luck my reading my guy. i really just wanted to get this out before halloween since it’s been a while since i posted and i wanted to get my writing motivation up

Friends fuck each other all the time. The circumstances only suck when one of them is pining and jealous, and the other two don’t actually care about your well being.

tw and cw: ns//fw, noncon, rape, cannabis, public sex 

“So you’re just gonna ignore me all night?” You ask, coming up to Iwaizumi’s side.

He glances at you, but quickly averts his gaze. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about-”

“I thought we had a thing going and now you’re all over my friends all of a sudden?” He interrupts. All night he had to watch you be all cuddly with Oikawa, sitting on his lap and giving him puppy dog eyes, but you made it seem like he was the problem. “I mean, like the least you can do is turn me down.”

A scoff mixed with laughter leaves your mouth. “First of all, you mean our friends. I mean, I’ve been part of this group long enough to be considered their friends right? Second, I just want things to stay normal between us; if they change we all fall out with each other.”

“That’s dumb.”

Your arms swing over his neck and you giggle, “You’re dumb.”

He kisses you. Just a peck, a quick one at that, but he was tempted to do more. Though he wasn’t the one who had to initiate when you start sucking faces with him. Iwaizumi wants to go on, he really does, but he’s so done with your shit. 

“I’m not doing this with you tonight.” He says, backing away.

“Iwa,” You whine, reaching out for him but he dodges your hand.

“I’m actually serious this time.”

“Fine, whatever.” You back off and then announce to the others, “I’m gonna go to the restroom. You douches better not leave me here.”

Watching you walk off, Oikawa comes up and pats Iwaizumi on the back. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Fuck off,”

“You gotta chill-”

“Don’t even fucking touch me! It’s not even like that.” He leans away from the touch on his back.

Oikawa snorts. “Yeah, but you were hoping it was gonna be something. You’re so obvious, it’s barely even funny.”

He rolls his eyes. “You love it when she gives you attention. You know, her and I, we’ve actually been-”

“What? Sucking faces?” Oikawa teases. “I mean, I can’t believe you’re hung up on her and still haven’t gotten it in yet. You know how easy she is?”

Iwaizumi knew it was true, though he didn’t like the way it was implied. “Don’t say that about her.”

“She gives it up so easily,” Oikawa laughs. “I got with her! Hell, even Mattsun was able to get with her. If you haven’t been with her yet then maybe, just maybe, it’s because you’re a pussy.”

Iwaizumi's eyes glare at Oikawa and his comment. “No, I’m just not an asshole like you guys.”

“Acting so high and mighty all of a sudden that you’re hung up on one bitch,” Matsukawa comes over and jokes. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

You come back out, walking towards them with a pep in your step. “Alright idiots, let’s get going!” You beam, throwing an arm over Oikawa. “Got your hash pen?”

Oikawa pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to you. “Don’t steal it.” He scolds, watching you take a hit.

“Too late, this is mine for the night.” You take another hit, blowing it into his face and suppressing a giggle, skipping away from him.

“Fucking idiot.” He laughs, chasing you down the sidewalk. When he catches up to you his arms wrap around your body, lifting you up as your feet kick helplessly.

You squeal, holding on tight to him. “Don’t drop me! Don't drop me!” He hoists you up and down, pretending to lose his grip and almost giving you a death scare.

“Hurry up before we miss the taxi!” Matsukawa calls, running towards the nearest stop with a car about to leave in just a few minutes. 

The group runs toward it, pushing past the busy people on the sidewalk without even a 'sorry' or an 'excuse me'.

“One of you guys should sit in the front.” You comment.

“No, let’s all squish in here.” Oikawa whines, already taking a seat next to Iwaizumi, who was the first inside. He pulls you in after him, tickling your sides and saying some stupid joke about you being all his. He looks over to Iwaizumi, hand resting on your outer thigh, only earning an annoyed sigh in response. The space between everyone grows smaller as Matsukawa gets in last and slams the door shut.

Matsukawa gives the driver instructions before closing the little window that separates the front and the back.

You lean your body over Oikawa to get a clear look at Iwaizumi. “Hey, can we talk or something?” Your response is him shaking his head. “Come on, don’t be that way.” You try to get comfortable and sit next to him, but Matsukawa pulls you back.

“Get over here, princess. If he doesn’t want you then you got us!”

“You fuckers!” You laugh. “I can’t do shit around you guys.”

Another hit. You cheer, throwing your head back as the smoke leaves your mouth.

“Oh my god, are you about to give Matsukawa a show?” Oikawa jokes.

Just to egg you on further, Matsukawa’s hands rest on your hips to help you from swaying with the car. “No,” You drag. “I would never.”

“Come on, show us some moves.”

“How about you show me yours first?” You jab back, poking at his sides. His body jolts, loudly laughing. “Iwa, where are your moves?” You giggle, tracing a finger down his arm. 

“Makki’s already starting to let everyone in for the party, said they were just chilling outside.” Iwaizumi comments.

Matsukawa shrugs. “We’re gonna be late. Fucking traffic!”

You poke at his face, grabbing onto his arm to steady yourself. “Think we should bail? Most of the good stuff might be gone by the time we get there.” He says.

“Dude, no, I’m not bailing on this party tonight.” Oikawa retorts. “Tell him he better save some for us.”

“So you’re just not gonna talk to me now?” You pout.

He stops your hand from swinging in his face. “I’m not not talking to you.”

At this point, you’re slurring. Sometimes you forget how easy it is to get high off of hash, especially as a lightweight. “But you’re not having fun with me anymore, and-”

“Okay, sorry! What, you wanna get on top of me too? Give me a lap dance or something, yeah?” He snaps. “You need any more attention? It’s no problem, let’s go.”

It takes a second for you to register what he said. And when you do, your brows furrow, slapping his chest. “Don’t fucking say shit like that.”

“Chill.” Mattsun snorts, grabbing your hands before you could do more damage. 

Oikawa leans over and whispers into his ear. “I promise you, keep acting this way and she definitely won’t be fucking you anytime soon.”

Matsukawa tries to calm you down, running his hand against your cheek, though you can’t easily ignore what Iwaizumi said to you. “You’re so hypocritical, you know? You know how many girls I’ve seen you fuck around with? I mean, let’s just take it back to the girl you fingered in the dirty ramen shop bathroom! And I didn’t say shit, did I? I don’t need you fucking judging me, okay?”

“I’m not judging you babygirl!” Oikawa snickers.

“I get to do whatever I want with you and whoever the fuck I want to do it with! Fuck you, Iwa-chan!” You slur. You take another hit. “I’m just saying, you guys get to do whatever you want; well, so can I.”

His head shakes. “I’m not saying you can’t.”

“But… you are.”

“I’m just saying I don’t need a fucking blunt.” 

You lean back surprised by his comment. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant by that. “Scoot over a little.” You tell Oikawa, swinging your legs over Mattsun’s lap and pressing his face between both your hands. You laugh a little, hips grinding into his before pressing your lips onto his.

There’s a loud chuckle from Oikawa as he drums on your back. “Oh shit! Holy fuck!” He takes out his phone and instantly starts recording. The flash shines on and off of you as he tries to capture the moment. 

Iwaizumi sits off on his side, staring down at his phone to ignore the three of you.

“I get to do that! I need to be able to do that!” You proclaim to him. “And you can’t make me feel fucking guilty about it!”

Matsukawa’s hand gently grabs your cheek to pull you back into him and a disgustingly wet kiss. His hands roam up and down your body, squeezing your thighs and making sure to guide your body to what he liked.

“Yo, you’re like hogging her.” Oikawa nags, putting his phone away and pulling at your wrist. “Come on, can’t just leave me out of this babe.”

“Back off ‘Kawa.” Matsukawa mumbles.

You pull away from him, hands resting on his chest. “Hey, don’t be mean. It’s not that hard to share is it?” You slide between the two of them, lips immediately latching onto Oikawa.

He pulls at your coat, pulling it down your arms to expose more of your body. “Jesus, I forgot to tell you how much I love this dress on you.” He breaths.

At this point, there are two pairs of hands on you; Oikawa’s and Mastukawa’s. Mattsun’s are on your hips, teasing you with soft caresses, keeping your body planted against his chest, feeling every exposed area he could get to as he sucks up and down your neck. Oikawa’s hands are squishing your cheeks, making sure to keep you in the kiss for as long as he wants. His fingers tangle in your hair, hardly giving you any escape. You’re on his terms and you don’t get to stop until he does. It’s not long until you feel the need for an actual breath, though he’s still at it--jesus how was his breath control so good?

You hum against his lips to give him a hint. It seems he doesn’t notice, instead thinking you’re just enjoying the pleasure. It’s not until you pinch his waist that he jerks up, panting with red lips. You wipe yours, looking at Iwaizumi to see what he’s up to. 

Back to looking at that damn phone. 

You lean over Oikawa, a hand resting on Iwaizumi’s leg to see if he would pay attention to you. “Iwa-chan… I think you’re missing out.’ You pout. He rolls his eyes, brushing your hand off.

“Screw him, just means more for me.” Oikawa chimes, pulling you back onto him.

“Look who’s hogging now,” Matsukawa’s hand grips your inner thigh, pulling it towards him. You hiss at the feeling, at how rough he was being all of a sudden. Oikawa’s hand grips your other thigh just as harsh, successfully spreading your legs wide open for the two of them.

Your head swings back onto the seat. “Fuck, that hurt.” Your body wriggles against theirs, trying to close your legs. “G-guys… just wait, just wait,” You huff, soft hands pushing at them.

Your pleas go ignored as both of them are on either side of your neck, trailing down feverish kisses. Matsukawa’s hand is the first to trail up your leg, resting between your thighs. His fingers slide up your slit and press down onto your clit, making a choked groan seep through your mouth.

“I know just how you like it.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mattsun- you guys-”

They giggle and chuckle like schoolboys as you try to fight them off, only using more force and putting more pressure down onto your body. Oikawa’s hand is the next to skitter up your thigh. 

There’s no prep, no warning, no comfort as two--maybe even three, you were too hazy to tell--of his finger thrust into your cunt all the way down to the knuckle. Even the kicks of your legs couldn’t keep them off.

“Iwa- Iwaizumi!” You stagger. You could barely get a good look at him through your blurred eyes, but you know he isn’t paying any mind to the three of you at all, off in his own little world.

“You’re so wet.” Oikawa coos, pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’s fast, skilled with his fingers and in any normal situation it would’ve felt good, but it hurt, and it hurt badly. Every time his fingers curl, your body jolts up and he laughs thinking that you’re getting off when really you’re trying to hold back the pain.

Matsukawa isn’t doing anything better for you. His fingers are tracing sloppy circles over your clit, missing and slipping every so often. It doesn’t even feel like he knows what he’s doing when he’s using more than a light pressure in an attempt to get you off. 

Your eyes try to open again to look for help, to look for Iwaizumi. Through hooded eyes, you make contact with him. Your mouth is agape and, god, you’re probably drooling as you look at him. You can’t even get out normal words, just a garbled mess of moans. His eyes fall from your face to your legs that are twisting in pleasure, no, pain? He gives you a disappointed look, turning away from the sight.

“Do you hear the noises her pussy is making, Mattsun?” Oikawa squeals. “She’s so tight, so fucking tight.”

Their fingers trade places and you don’t know if it’s better or worse. Oikawa is more gentle when rubbing your clit, more considerate. Mattsun pumps into you at a steady pace, testing to see what could make you squirm under him. When you do react, hips jutting forward into nothing, he chuckles and says, “Fuck, I wish I could put my cock in you right now.” At this point, it doesn’t matter what happens to you. Everything is starting to hurt, but it also feels good. You’re conflicted and you just know that you want it over with.

“Gonna- gon-” You choke.

“Aw, she’s gonna cum.” Oikawa mocks. Matsukawa snickers after him.

That’s all you heard all night; Oikawa, Matsukawa, and their stupid laughing fit. You just needed them to shut up, to keep quiet.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, biting down on your lip hard enough to bleed just to hold onto some dignity and not sound like a prostitute in the back of a moving taxi. One last thrust of Mattsun’s fingers help you come undone for the two of them.

And what lucky timing it was. The taxi comes to a stop as it pulls up to the house with loud music blaring through the walls.

“I’m sick of your guy’s shit.” Iwaizumi mumbles as he opens the door. 

The other two follow suit in getting out of the car, greeting other peers, and mingling around. Though you’re still processing everything. Your head falls between your knees, wiping the streaks of tears away and putting on a happy face before hopping out to join everyone.

[sohin-ace]

Hermes - Switching Cells

*looks at watch* Would you look at that? It's gay time!

Fem reader

"Why did they make us switch cells again?" You glanced up at the tall dark-skinned girl next to you as she scoffed, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Pfff... Some bullshit." She huffed exasperatedly, "They caught two girls being all nasty and frisky and they got mad."

Hermes and you were currently both walking along the hallways, all your belongings in your arms as two assigned guards escorted you, holding onto the chains tied to your handcuffs like a lifeline as they kept careful watch over you.

You could see other inmates doing the same from the corner of your eyes, moving from corridor to corridor and getting ushered to pack their stuff faster.

Everyone in the prison were to move from their cells and switch cellmates. It was the new rule that had just been established after some people decided to act a tad more intimate than they should appropriately have within a strict prison and disturbed other inmates as well as some night duty guards.

When the announcement was made in the court yard, the entire staff present to break the very important news down to the people, all the inmates started laughing their asses off between annoyed grunts and 'booh's.

Anyone would. How stupid was that rule? What kind of prison even forbade physical relationships between inmates? How was intercourse ever harmful to jail discipline? Weren't prisons in Florida famous for rape culture and letting inmates basically abuse each other? What about 'prison sexuality'?

All these questions you and your fellow comrades couldn't answer.

Your assigned guards set you up in your new cell after you finally reached it and locked the door behind you two, leaving you to settle down before phone calls time.

You stared around the small windowless room, cemented walls and armored door. Well that sure changed from the huge bars from before. To be fair this cell seemed even better than the old one.

"So... What are these things for?" You pointed at the bars on the small frame cut on the metallic door.

"To prevent girls from snatching each other I guess? Not like that would stop anyone but ya know... No one else but the guards on duty can see the inmates now so I suppose that's what they wanted." Hermes cleared, still salty from the ordeal and unnecessary bother.

She threw her belongings somewhere and you turned your gaze away from the door, you could only agree with her scepticism. "Hmmm... Yeah that's bullshit."

Hermes plopped herself onto one of the beds with a breathy groan, supporting the back of her head with her arms, certainly claiming that bed as hers.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise and slight confusion when you realized that the two beds were in the complete opposite sides of the room.

"They... They even removed the bunk beds?"

"Yeah," She scoffed with a smile. "To be honest that just makes what they want to prevent easier. Like, you could easily just- Tch, I'll never understand the warden."

You looked around a bit before putting away your stuff neatly, unaware of your cellmate's sneaky and insistant eyes on you.

"Are you gonna be okay? Without F.F., I mean." You asked without taking your eyes off of your current task.

"Hah, you should worry more about her than me. She's the one that's stuck with Jojo."

"Hey, Jolyne's not that bad..." You chuckled in your ex-cellmate's defense, "...When she puts her panties away, at least."

The room became awfully silent until you suddenly heard Hermes chuckle lowly, almost evilly, even. You turned your head around to look over your shoulder and saw the latina give you a mischievous sideway glance.

You blinked and furrowed your brows at her in confusion but she only smirked back, swallowing another chuckle.

"Girl, do you want to have a good laugh?"

Her sudden deep voice made you gulp and you swore you felt a wave of heat wash over you and a pearl of sweat glide down your forehead.

Oh no, first of all, she didn't have any business being this hot, sprawled on her bed like that, her strong arms flexing effortlessly and her enticing smirk reaching her golden-green eyes.

Secondly, you knew that when Hermes had ideas, they were almost just as bad as Jolyne's. And God knows that Jolyne could scream dumbass energy like no one else sometimes. Especially when she was bored or horny. Or both.

You bit your lower lip and nodded at her. Hopefully you wouldn't be in trouble because of her genius plans, but again, it just made it all the more exciting.

Hermes jumped off the bed and struggled to keep the grin off her face as she glanced at the barred door. God she was so gorgeous and she didn't even brag about it.

She approached you and landed one strong hand on your shoulder, bringing her index towards her green painted lips in a shushing gesture.

"Here's what we're gonna do..."

She leaned in and explained the plan in a sweet hushed tone and you could barely concentrate on her words when she was this close to you, whispering with her overly endearing mexican accent. God, how could one be so cute and so sexy at the same time?

You tried your best to keep a straight face as she laid her evil plan out to you, but you could feel her breath hitting your lips and you had to clear your throat many times to cover the small squeals you unwillingly let out.

The more she explained, the more you could feel your face warm up. Not only because you were trying hard to not stare at her very inviting lips but also, and mostly, because of what her plan actually implied.

Hermes sure was a bold woman, but this plan would piss off the guards so much and be so incredibly funny if nicely executed, but at the same time, it was a bit, if not very, inappropriate and risky, which you got to figure out, was something she very much enjoyed.

"You sure about that, Hermes...? It's a bit... It's embarassing." You hesitated, visibly flustered but she squeezed your arm in reassurance.

"Come on! Don't be like that, it's gonna be so much fun!" She grinned at you and she knew you could hardly resist or refuse her anything. "Y/N, please? It'll be so worth it babygirl, trust me."

You gulped and nodded. Oh well, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

"A-aah!! I-... I can't do this...!"

"Ughh... Come on, bebé, just like that, yes...Yes!"

Very suggestive noises of the two cellmates echoed in the room and throughout the prison corridors. A wanton mix of grunts and whimpers and moans. What could be going on in this prison?

"I-Ah!... Aaah, no~!" You whined breathlessly and Hermes groaned right after you, accompagnying you in your, quite strange, string of sounds.

"Yes! That's it, Y/N! Do that again!"

"Hermes, I-...nnghh!! Fuck!"

"You gotta move like this Y/N! Yeah, r-right there! Aah! Perfect!"

Some guards on walking duty were passing by and stopped, alerted by the horrendous noises, easily heard by anyone nearby, and that left very little, if not nothing to the imagination.

"A-aah please! Hermes! I can't-..." You gasped, your voice leaving you, "No more..."

Hermes, motivated, encouraged you further, purring, "No, no, you're doing great babe... Hmmm...That's what I like to see... Ah yes..!"

The guards hurried up to the cell you two were dwelling in and banged loudly on the metal door in hopes to shut you up.

"What the hell is going on here?!" One guard screamed and tried to check inside the room. But you girls were hidden right against the door, underneath the frame and perfectly in the guards' blind spot.

You two stiffled a laugh and continued on whatever you were doing. Yes. The plan was coming together amazingly.

Hermes was currently showing you some 'magic tricks' with playing cards. You were of course, completely failing and clumsily dropping the cards all over the place after trying your best to swipe and hold them in a way that would make any spectator blind to your misdirection and believe the cards were disappearing in your hands.

The Mexican was surprisingly good at these card tricks, things that she learned during her childhood, but she decided to add a little... spice to your teaching session. Something that would drive the prison staff nuts. Something that would make you pass time wonderfully in this boring prison.

"I can't do this, Hermes, we... We have to stop!" You cried with a hitched breath and the dark-skinned girl shushed you.

"Shhh. Relax, Y/N. You're too tense. Curl your fingers a bit. Oh-Yeah... Just like that... Aah~... See?"

"Yo-you're too good at this..."

"Let me teach you, guapa." She rasped and you let out an exaggerated ragged moan that she had to muster all her self-control to not burst into a laughing fit. What an actress you were.

"AAAHH~!"

The other guard came in to join his partner after leaving to call for help and you two could hear them bickering over what to do. The youngest, after getting insulted way too many names, eventually walked off again to call the supervisor.

"Come here supervisor! I heard them! Those two are at it as well!"

"Those damn lesbians, I'm so fucking tired!" The first guard commented as the supervisor stomped towards your cell and grumbled.

"I swear, these fucking girls are all so horny!" The man punched at the door, almost breaking it off its hinges and making you both flinch under the door. "HEY! MOVE AWAY FROM THE FUCKING DOOR YOU SLUTS!"

You put your hands over your mouths to silence your endless snickers and hurriedly got up, getting into the supervisor's view in front of the door's barred frame and forcing straight faces out of you.

"A problem, sir?" Hermes asked as calm as ever, her smirk effectively washed off her face.

"What the FUCK were you two doing in there?!" He growled, clearly not amused and way too busy to deal with that kind of joke.

"Nothing sir. We're playing with cards. Are we not allowed to?" She feigned as she tilted her head slightly, quirking an arrogant eyebrow. She too, was quite the actress.

"Tch, you freaks, I'm coming in." The supervisor fumbled messily with the keys and unlocked the door, missing the keyhole at least three times before succeeding, opening it wide and checked you two up and down scrutinizingly.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Neither of you looked disheveled in the slightest, and there were indeed cards sprawled onto the floor and in your hands.

He let out a suspicious drawn-out grunt and squinted his eyes at you, pointing an accusing finger at you two as he slowly backed out the door.

"I got my eyes on you, Costello, L/N. Don't you fucking mess with me." He hissed before slamming the door and locked it, walking away with the other guards close behind him.

When they were all out of earshot, you two finally burst into a laughter that you had been desperately containing as you slid back against the door, holding your stomach with pain from laughing so much.

"Man, we really got them!" Hermes obnoxiously sneered and you could only laugh back, contaminated by her laughter.

"Yeah! It was genius! And the overly lewd noises too! He was so red!" You added between laughs and slapped her arm playfully.

You both continued until your laughter died down a bit. You kept giggling softly and Hermes leaned over, smirking at you.

"Well," She purred and you looked back at her with wide eyes as she slid her hand up and down your thigh sensually. "Since they won't suspect a thing now, let's just get into the real deal, you're okay with that babe?"

And just like that, she grabbed your wrist and gently pinned you to the floor, connecting your lips with hers in a hungry and wet kiss.

And indeed, they did not suspect a thing after that.

Bonus:

"So Y/N is a bottom, huh?" Jolyne sneered as you all sat together at the cafeteria at lunchtime.

You gasped and blushed and Hermes wore her favourite expression. The smug one.

"I don't know what bottom is, but if Y/N is that I guess I approve." F.F said her straw between her lips before she slurped her drink again.

"Shut up. All of you!"

To be honest I didn't know what the Mexican accent sounded like until I started hanging out with @gio-is-writing and ??? Hello? Cute? Sexy? Be mine already.

[ahgasescenarios]

Rough Night- Yuta

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: smutt

Plot summary: One day, you find yourself more attracted to Yuta than ever before. You call your best friend to help calm you down, but what if Yuta were to overhear the entire conversation?

 You weren’t unfamiliar to this scenario. You had been here multiple times before, watching the boys practice because sometimes it was the only time you had to spend in their company. But it was the first time that your eyes trailed over Yuta’s body as though you were ready to devour him. Everything about him that day, the glint in his eyes, the facial expressions and oh god, the damn new belly ring all did things to you like never before. You were completely mesmerized by his every move and while you had always found Yuta attractive, who wouldn’t, today felt different somehow. Maybe you were just horny and your hormones were deciding to make Yuta the victim. Whatever it was, you had a hard time concentrating.

 “(Y/N), hello? This is like the fifth time I’ve asked.” Mark was staring sternly at you.

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” You forced your eyes away from Yuta.

“Seriously? I was asking you how this move looked,” and he demonstrated. As a dancer yourself, you provided objective feedback from time to time which came in handy when they were preparing for promotions. You stood up and walked over to Mark, showing him the right angle for the move. Vague “5,6,7,8” were heard in the distance, but your mind felt a thousand miles away.

You hadn’t dared speak to Yuta ever since you got there. He joined you on the floor, taking a much-deserved break from the non-stop dancing.

 “What’s up with you?” You whipped your head in his direction. Too obvious.

“What… what do you mean?” Your voice betrayed your attempt at sounding calm. 

“You’ve been staring at me for the past hour, am I that bad?” He was holding back his smirk; you could just feel it. He knew.

“No, um, actually you just do the choreography so well that my eye was focused on you! Good job!” A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you tried to come up with a plausible excuse. His eyes narrowed at you slightly, but he decided to let it go for now. With a shrug, he was back into position.

 At this point, you needed some fresh air of some kind. And you needed to vent. That was one thing that helped you calm down when someone reasoned with you. With this in mind, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and quickly dialed the number you had memorized by heart, your best friend’s.

“Hi, I need your help, can you talk right now?” With a half-assed “yeah” from the other end, you began.

“I don’t know what it is with me today, but Yuta is making me feel some type of way and I can’t-“ You stopped yourself, “like I want him to dick me down so bad it’s not even funny.” You facepalmed, realizing what you were saying.

“Look, if you want to fuck him- why don’t you?” No, no, no. She was supposed to talk you out of doing something stupid, not talk you into it.

 Yuta had felt this weird vibe from you, unlike he had felt before.

“Who wants a food break?” Taeyong inquired. Everyone was in favor.

As he placed the order, Yuta decided to chase after you. When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom with an expression on your face that told of how bothered you were feeling, he knew he had to get to the bottom of this. What he did not expect was to overhear that.

You were so engrossed in your conversation that you almost didn’t hear the doorknob turning, only to reveal the author of these fantasies of yours. Your jaw dropped in shock, praying this wasn’t happening or at the very least, that he hadn’t heard anything.

“Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back.” You put your phone back into your pocket and waited for Yuta to say something. Anything.

“Hey, are you okay? I feel like something’s off with you today.” You heaved a huge sigh of relief. Oh thank god, he hadn’t heard. You were safe.

“Yeah sorry, I had a rough night and I guess I’m just feeling tired.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. (Y/N), you don’t know what a rough night is.” He leaned in to whisper the last words in your ear, “Not yet.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Was he saying what you thought what he was saying? Seeing the confusion scattered on your face, he continued.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Funny, you didn’t seem to have a problem with me “dicking you down” just a second ago.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He had heard. He had heard everything. You pieced two and two together and your cheeks took on the color of a ripe beet, you were embarrassed to your core.

“Yuta, I didn’t-“

A single finger was pressed to your lips, silencing you. He stepped closer to you and you could now feel his breath on your face. His hand grabbed your throat and you were ashamed at how much that aroused you.

“I didn’t say I was against it, did I?”

Before you could question the weight behind those words, his lips were on yours, trapping you into the roughest kiss. His hand was still on your throat as his tongue explored your mouth, ruining you in the best way. He separated your legs with his thigh, close enough that you could ride his thigh and the thought brought nasty scenarios into your imagination.

His lips found your neck and he attacked your sweet spots, love bites and hickeys guaranteed when you walked out. But it felt so good, you couldn’t care less.

“Yuta, please.”

“It’s sir to you.” You moaned out “sir” this time and he seemed satisfied with your obedience, kissing you again until you were left dizzy, Yuta the only thing on your mind.

“Strip for me, (Y/N).” Under any other circumstances, you would’ve protested. But this was straight out of a fantasy, so you wasted no time in obeying. His eyes traced your figure, biting his lips once you were completely naked.

“So beautiful.” He spun you around so your back was facing him, still fully clothed. His hand traveled down your neck, to your breasts and he couldn’t help himself to give them a squeeze, pinching your nipples so you moaned for him again. It was music to his ears and he wanted more, so much more. Next was your toned stomach, down to where you wanted him most. An ecstatic gasp left your mouth when he slipped a digit inside you easily.

“This wet just for me?” You nodded eagerly, practically begging for him to fuck you know.

“Please, sir. I want you.”

“You’re gonna have to be clearer than that, princess. What do you want?”

Your head rested on his shoulder, you were at his mercy and you weren’t even ashamed.

“I want all of you inside me, sir, please.”

A smirk appeared on his lips and he took off his clothes too. The moment was over too soon, you would’ve stared at him naked for hours. He pushed you against the wall which felt cold on your back, pressing himself into your thigh while he kissed you hungrily. You were extremely grateful that this was a single bathroom at that particular moment.

“Up.” He motioned to your legs and you got where he was going with this, wrapping your legs around him. He aligned himself with your entrance and with one swift motion, he was inside you. You yelped in surprise, expecting him to go slower than he had. But you weren’t one to complain.

“You like that don’t you, babygirl?”

“Yes sir, please, don’t stop” you let out in between thrusts. He was merciless, his thrusts more powerful than the previous so you were bouncing on his dick. One hand gripped your hip as he found the spot that made you a moaning mess beneath him. A shit-eating grin graced his handsome face and another idea popped into his head, his hand covering your nose and mouth as he continually hit that spot.

As he repeatedly thrust into you, you started to feel your stomach tighten and the lack of oxygen was only accelerating the process. Before long, your walls clenched around him and he kept his grip on your face so you were seeing stars. Yuta didn’t last long after that, cursing under his breath as he released his hot load in you. When you came to, Yuta was standing before you with the most innocent look you’d ever seen on him.

“Are you okay? Did I take it too far?” His eyes had worry written all over them. You laughed at how cute (and ironic) he was.

“Yuta, I’m more than okay. That was amazing.” Your eyelids were drooping, but you felt properly fucked out- you didn’t even remember the last time you had felt this way. You barely noticed when he started cleaning you up, his cum dripping down your thighs.

“In that case, maybe we can do it again sometime?” He scratched the back of his neck. Was he nervous?

“Well, you did promise me a rough night.” You winked at him.

“It’s a date, then.” He looked over at you. “We should probably get back.”

You hadn’t even thought about where you were. Shit. How were you not going to make this obvious? You agreed to have Yuta go out first and wait five minutes before you followed, which ended up useless.

“Was about time.” Taeyong shook his head at the both of you, seeing right through you.

“Now that that’s out of the way, come here we have work to do.”

You sat back down at your original spot, practically in a daze. Maybe it hadn’t been so bad that he had overheard after all. Because now all you could think about was what this “rough night” would look like. And you couldn’t be more excited to find out.

a/n: hi lovelies! Hope you’re all doing well, staying home/safe. I wanted to take the time to properly thank you for all the love this blog has been receiving lately, it rlly means the world to me so thank you!! And here’s a little smut as a reward haha enjoy 😊

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[seohos-demon]

Jealous Night // Seoho

Request: “can I get a seoho smut. something along the lines of him making you jealous at the clubs with other girls but he ending up going home with you anyways. drunk and consented pls”

Yes ofc! I have really wanted to write a Seoho smut for a long time now so here we go ;) 

Word count: 2k 82

Seoho x female reader

Smut, drunk sex

You and your boyfriend had planned now for a while to go for a night out at the nearest club. You two usually went out on dates or just stayed home watching movies. In the car on the way to the club you both listened to music and were already so hype together. But you were worried at the same time. After all it is a club. You were afraid of others getting attracted to Seoho cuz I mean look at him! He is totally perfect and that amazingly built body of his attracts everyone. But he was YOUR boyfriend after all. He wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t love you so you trust him. Seoho parked the car and you two walked together inside with his arm around you. You both agreed that Seoho would not drink because he has to drive you two back home. At first you didn’t know what really to do so you both sat down on a couch and looked at other people dancing around the club. Everyone seemed to have so much fun. Just seeing other people have fun made you smile and Seoho noticed that.

-Why that smile sweetie? He asked while looking at you with a smile. 

-Can’t I just enjoy watching other people have fun you idiot? You said jokingly and and gave him a small push on his shoulder. He just let out a small laugh at your action. He then stood up and said he would go order you a drink. You also wanted to go dance but you are quite shy in public places so sober you was not ready. You took your phone out and quickly took a video from around the bar to update your snapchat. But then you saw through your camera Seoho chatting with another girl at the bar. What is he doing you thought to yourself. Pfft maybe it’s not anything she could’ve just asked something really normal. You tried to ignore it but he just kept talking with her then another girl showed up next to him while grabbing his arm. What the- The sight you saw in front of you made you feel totally shit. Why is he letting her touch him? Seoho looked over to you and gave a smirk and then walked towards me while saying something to the girls.

-Here’s your drink my lady. He said while sounding totally cocky. What’s wrong with him now?? You just grabbed the drink and swallowed it all immediately. 

-Woooah not that fast haha. He said and still acting like nothing happened. You stood up and started walking away. Suddenly everything just felt empty and shit. You just wanted to have a fun night and then get back to your place to have some own fun with him. Now it seems like he wants to have that fun with someone else.

-Where are you going baby? He asked and grabbed your wrist. From his action you turned your look over the shoulder and immediately took your hand back.

-To get some more drinks. You just answered and walked towards the bar. Music was playing loudly, people laughing and chatting together. Everyone had fun except you. Why did such a small thing make you feel like this? You sat down in front of the barista and ordered a few shots. This feeling, you want it gone. Seoho did not even care to follow you. Is he trying to make jealous intentionally? You took both of your shots right after each other. Then a few more shots again. You at this point felt reaaally tipsy now. You heard a familiar laugh from behind so you turned around to see what was happening. Seoho was sitting on the couch with few girls and they seemed really close to him. They were clearly flirting and he sure did not mind. This fucker. You took one more shot. Now it was spinning a lot in your head. Will Seoho ruin this night for you? Hell no. You walked towards the dancing floor and joined the other people there. You could barely even stand. Seoho noticed this and actually got worried. This one man next to you laid his eyes on you and got closer. 

-What an pretty ass you got there. The man said while squeezing your ass cheek suddenly. You were too drunk to do anything you almost just fell on the floor. Suddenly someone pushes the man away from me.

-STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND! It was Seoho. He took you behind his back and looked at the other man with rage in eyes.

-Your girlfriend? Pfft you seemed too busy with those other ladies over there. Are all of these women yours then? Oooh I see. You are this kind of a man haha. The man kept saying and you saw Seoho clenching his fist. Then SMACK! Seoho punched him in the face. 

-The only woman who is mine is my girlfriend. Touch her ever again and next time you will not be walking out of here. Seoho then grabbed your wrist and walked you both out. When outside of the door you grabbed your hand back and screamed at Seoho.

-STOP! WHY DE FAK ARE YOU ACTINGG LIKE DIS? You tried to scream but because you are so drunk your words get a bit funny. Tears start to run down your face.

-ONE MMOMENT YO- YOU ARE FLIRTIN WHITH ALL DOSE GORLS AND SUDDENLY YOU CARE? WHAT DO YOU WANT!? You cry out and break down. Seoho immediately grabs you into a hug and holds the back of your head. He starts slowly petting you.

-I don’t know what I was thinking.. I just.. Maybe tried to see if you care? I know.. It was stupid and I will never EVER again do it.. Please sweetie I am so so so sorry.. He said and you could hear he meant his every word. You cried and hugged him tight. After some more talk he got you into the car and drove you both home. When you arrived at your house he carried you inside and put you down on the bed. You weren’t that dizzy anymore but Seoho left you alone in the bed for a while. He was gone for a long time so you got worried. You stood up and walked out of the room to see him sitting on the couch with an empty bottle of soju next to him. 

-S,, Seoho? You walked closer to him and you saw tears under his eyes.

-I should’ve naver done dat to you.. He explained. You could tell he was drunk. Did he drink because he felt like shit? 

-Baby just come to mihh.. You said and you yourself were still drunk too. Seoho looked up at you. He stood up and walked slowly towards you. He kept getting closer and closer so you backed off a bit but the wall was suddenly against your back. He put his other hand next to your head against the wall. His breathing was low and deep. You could feel it against your skin. He leaned towards your ear and took a few breathes against your ear so it gave you chills.

-I want you. And only you. He whispered causing a sexual tension between you two. You immediately just kissed him. You wanted him to know you still love him. His lips were so soft and warm. It always felt so great kissing him. His tounge was ghosting against your lips you let him enter and his tounge was warm. You missed making out with him. Somehow your drunk makeouts are really good. He lift you up so you could wrap your legs around him. He was still pushing you against the wall. The good thing with him being drunk and making out he moans a lot easier. Even from the smallest touch he will groan. You could feel that he already got hard. He then grabbed you harder and carried you back on the bed. Your back was against the bed and Seoho on top of you. You just loved the feeling of him being on top of him. That way he could feel really dominant and knew I couldn’t move easily. While you two are sloppily making out he starts taking off your dress. At the same time you started to unbutton his shirt (that was already almost totally unbuttoned). You threw his shirt away and touched him all over. He loved when you slightly scratched his upper back so you did it but now a little bit harder. Seoho let out a deep moan. 

-That,,, felt good. He mumbled under his breath and started kissing on your neck. Your dress and your bra were now also on the floor. He couldn’t hold his hands still. He had to touch you all over while marking your neck. This normally feels really really good but now when you are drunk it all spins in your head and feels so weird, in a good way. That’s why you two actually had drunk sex often. At this point your whole neck was marked and he isn’t even inside you yet. You were already a moaning mess.

-S,,Seoho,, fuck me. You moaned out his name. He sat up and gave you his dark eye smirk look. He took his pants and underwear off. His moves were a bit unstable because of the soju he drank but he grabbed a condom from the drawer next to bed. 

-First imma make you feel great. He said while starting to kiss you chest and kept moving down to your stomach. He gave you a smile bite which made you whimper but it felt great. He chuckled at your reaction and then moved down to your thighs. He knew you wanted him to just touch you where you needed him the most. You could feel yourself already be really wet. Seoho kept kissing and biting on your thighs. Then he started to take your panties off. 

-Already so wet for me. He chuckled then before you could even react he inserted a finger inside you. He quickly inserted another one. He could move his fingers like magic, he always made you feel so great. You kept moaning out his name. While fingering you he also started to lick your clit. You were really a mess at this point, you just needed him inside you already.

-Seoho please,,, just fuck me,,, I need your,, d,,dick. You moaned out because you couldn’t take it anymore. Seoho took his fingers out and licked them while smirking at you. He then put the condom on and positioned himself better on top of you. He teased you with his tip and rubbed it around your clit for a while. 

-Please Seoho! You moaned out and scratched his back. 

-Beg more babygirl. Moan my name. He ordered you. You immediately obeyed and started begging more. You moaned out his name in his ear.

-Please daddy.

He then pushed himself inside you which made you moan loud. You heard him moan against your ear and he sounded so good. It is like an angels moan, just the perfect and just the sound of him could make you cum. He thrust inside you faster and harder. 

-I will make sure you are mine. He whispered into your ear while thrusting harder. Your hips kept snapping together. You loved the way how Seoho went rough on you. 

-I will come so,,soon. You moaned out and grabbed Seoho’s hair. His hair was soft and long enough to properly grab. Seoho kept going faster and faster now when he knew you were close.

-I am close too baby. He moaned into your ear. His heavy breaths in your ear made you so turned on you were gonna cum any second now. Seoho then did thust in hard and kept pushing which was the one to make you cum. You moaned out his name.

-Just a while I am close! He said and still did a few hard thrusts and then came. The sound he makes when he comes is like the best sound in this world. He then collapsed next to you. You both kept breathing heavily. He then turned towards you and hugged you.

-I will never love anyone else.. Excepts you.. You are all I need. I love you.

-I love you too Seoho. No matter what.

[parkeraul]

maybe a investigator!shawn oneshot where he's involved with criminal!reader and like.. unable to resist her??

trapped up on a tightrope | s.m (oneshot)

a/n: sorry this took so long. i was out of inspiration to this one but luckily something popped up into my mind today. by the way, not that anyone cares, my requests are closed and i’m writing the ones i already have. a special thanks to my babey @mbappekylians for giving me a little feedback about this. volim te.

warnings: kinky stuff, dirty talk, kinda smutty, kinda angsty, use of guns, mentions of crimes and swearing. words: 3,297k.

masterlist | previous work

“Why have you dragged me all the way to this place again?” She asks him, her long dress swaying shyly as he comes straight to where she is after closing the door to his hotel room. Shawn must’ve lost count of how many times he failed on gathering proofs against Y/N to finally trap her somewhere else rather than his bed. And this time wasn’t different since he was already cornering her, pinning her to the beige wall of his enormous bedroom on a building that she’s been in before. It sucks so much to get defeated by her silhouette wandering around the hall so delightfully embraced by an expensive red dress that clung to her body so tightly — and sure that cloth wasn’t properly purchased. Neither were the jewelries. As per usual. 

“Thought it would bring you some sweet memories,” He says almost whispering, stretching his tattooed arm to limit her space even more. Her makeup is breathtakingly perfect, with sharp and well-defined eyeliner under her long and curved lashes. The unforgettable tone of red colouring her lips matching with the dress — this one disappearing at the middle of her chest where the cleavage showed him all the beginning of his insanity. God, and she wasn’t even trying. “Am I right?” “What a stupid way to remind me about the Carlson case,” She rolls her eyes, letting out a breathy chuckle. “See, Mendes, for an investigator — that’s sure a fool for me, by the way — you should act smoother,” Her sarcastic expression lightens in him the most extreme feelings: the love and the hate. As much as he loves her cocky attitude, it sparkles his nerves with anger. Who the hell does she think she is? “A girl hates when the guy comes off too strong, you know? Pay her a drink before; think before you speak; choose the right words—““I’m not kiddin’, honey,” He softly takes her chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up a little bit more to look her deep in the eyes. “Let’s not waste our time. I hate this as much as you do,” Shawn can barely see her in the darkness of the room, depending on the moonlight breaking through the balcony’s window to watch her features. It’s poorly, but it’s enough to see the details he admires the most. “But you owe me an explanation, if I’m not mistaken.” “You believed me? When I said I’d give away an information if you helped me sneak out from Edward’s office without making a scene?” At this point, his jaw is clenching and his eyebrows are frowning gradually. “Come on! By now you should know my mind like the back of your hand.” 

His mouth threatens to fall open in surprise but he doesn’t let it happen. Instead, he presses his lips together forming a thin line while she smiles devilishly, taking the desire out of him for a moment. Shawn’s hand travels from her chin to her neck and he adds a light pressure, making her close her eyes and bite on her lower lip. Fuckin’ bitch. Nothing seems to ever scare her, she manages to turn it all into a joke and this might be the thing that pisses him off the most. 

“You promised me,” Shawn groans lowly, ignoring the sensation of his dress pants getting tighter and the tie around his throat going uncomfortably taut. “And you’re not leaving this building until you spill the tea. Heard me?” “Mm, I like that,” Y/N makes sure to say this as sexy as possible and she knows it worked because he’s now breathing harder, chest moving heavily as he inhales and exhales. “What’s the downside, again?” “You think this is a fuckery, don’t you?” “Is there anything else but that between us?” 

Yes, he thinks. An incomprehensible passion for a woman that can pull up the most beautiful lies and make a fool out of anyone she wants effortlessly. He feels handcuffed, ironically. In a prison where he’s locked by mistake, by his mistake of letting Y/N take over his mind like he’s a puppet. Fuckery it is. 

“Could you start already and save me some hours?” “Without a kiss first?” She fakes puppy eyes, jutting out her lower lip dramatically in a childish pout. Her hands are coming up his chest, grabbing the collar of his white dress shirt and eventually sliding to play with his tie. “You know how long has it been since I last saw you in a black tie?” Y/N tries to distract him.Shawn stays silent, shoving a punch on the wall with the hand that was giving him support before. “Oh, I see,” Y/N says, jumping lightly in revelation and faking a comprehensive expression exaggeratedly. “You’re mad at me because I wasn’t a good girl. Am I right?” She pulls him closer by the tie, brushing her lips along his jawline as she smells the unforgettable scent of his cologne. Marking him with soft red lines from her lipstick, she watches it nearly mix with the rosy tone adorning his cheeks. “Thinkin’ I don’t deserve a reward for dressing up this good for you today and waste it all by being a brat,” Smirking, she tilts her head to bite at the lobe of his ear and fan her breath against it purposely, earning goosebumps from him in return. “I love it when you get rough but you know how much I hate when you’re quiet for me.” She shifts her leg up his side in order to bring him nearer, forcing his hip towards her with her shin pressed to his ass.In a swift motion, he lifts his thumb from her throat and puts it under her chinbone, still holding her neck by the nape. Inching her head back quickly, he hears it banging weakly against the wall and it makes her hair fall partly in front of her eye. She gasps, out of breath but not defeated enough to stop running her hands down his frame, feeling the muscles of his abs under her palms through his shirt. Shawn steps closer, trapping her hands between their bodies and interrupting her teasing. He knows better and hates that he has to stop her so his mind is clear to think straight. “What do you want to tell me how and why have you killed Carlson Reagan?” He asks with no ceremony. It’s an amusement to look at her being dominated by him, face tilted up at his mercy and her intimidating glance only getting more and more intense. It’s always a fight of who rules over whom. She whines like a baby, squinting her eyes and he knows what it is. Pity. “Aw! Still hurt because I didn’t keep my promise?” Y/N pitches her voice, acting like a regretful teenager who couldn’t fulfill her partner’s expectation. “Or hurt because he took me to bed that night?” 

The pain on his face is more than noticeable. Shawn can’t control his impatience and moves his hand to her hair, tugging at the locks and pulling her to his own face. 

“Go to the point.” He growls and he’s not sure if it’s because he doesn’t want to believe she fucked with someone else, or because he thinks she’s lying. “Funny of you to interrogate me like that when you could be putting my mouth to a better use,” Lifting one eyebrow cockily, she drags her hand up her own thigh where the fabric of her dress opens to reveal her leg. “You wanna save hours that you could be enjoying instead, right in front of me. Exactly how you are. I’d just, you know… Need some space to knee down and bring you clothes with me, investigator,” Shawn doesn’t notice her hand disappearing inside the flat skirt of her dress and uses his fingers that aren’t tangled in her hair to play with the strap of her cloth. “I’ve been thinking about that gagging thing you’re head over heels for. Reagan wasn’t really into raw sex like you are, kinda boring,” She makes a sad face as she finally feels the material of lace belt around her thigh, sliding her fingers to the outer side of her leg where her gun is at, tucked in and held by the drapery. He’s twirling the strap with his finger, bringing it down her arm and letting it rest there. Eyeing her round breast showing up more, he takes his hand off her to place it on top of his belt. “We could try that. ‘M pretty sure you’re crazy to punish your babygirl tonight, aren’t you? Mm?” Their lips are brushing together now that he’s dropped his face next to hers, his irresistible smile pearling in the soft darkness for his jaw to close no longer after, making her wonder if his teeth might even shatter. 

Rapidly, she grabs the gun in a handful while Shawn moves his hand to his pocket, finding his gun. He lets go of her hair and, at the same time, they put the guns out as he takes a step back, pointing the object to her just like she points hers to him. 

“Very good, investigator,” Her back leaves the wall and she stands on her heels properly, spine perfectly aligned and straight, ready to react. If they weren’t in a moment of tenseness, he would melt in a puddle for her laugh right now. “Brilliant! Someone’s getting better, eh?” 

Y/N loads a bullet, making Shawn do the same and the clicking of the guns sound deafening as it echoes throughout the room. She’s smiling and giggling like this is a moment of joy, walking slowly to him as he keeps on walking backwards. The barrel of her silver gun shines through the nightfall and so do her eyes, standing behind the pipe attentive on him. 

“What, Mendes? Cat got your tongue?” Questioning, the noise of her high-heels hitting the wooden floor reverberate as she steps carefully. “You wanted me to talk but I’ve been such a big mouth for most part of the night already,” Shawn’s left arm is supporting his right hand — that’s holding the weapon — and he’s more than observant, fearing any impulsive actions that he knows she’s capable of. He’s seen her fight with guns, without guns and all of these moments made him learn that she’ll definitely not falter. More than pretty, she’s smart. She’s clever. She’s fast. No wonder why she’s been escaping for so long, making his career look like a trash can. “If you were good at investigating, as good as you are at shooting or in bed, you’d find out by yourself that Reagan wasn’t murdered by these hands.” Y/N shakes her hands playfully and his heart miss a beat. Shit, she’s not here to fuck around. “If you’re so innocent, then why do you keep on running from my questions?” With that, Shawn makes her smile fade away gradually and she wears a frightening face, trying to be the winner of this endless battle again. This time, he’s the one who smiles as his back reaches the power switch on the wall behind him, lightening up the room and seeing her face concentrated, brain working hard to build up a way to beat him on arguments. “Not so talkative now, are we?” “What makes you think you can put me down with your pitiable pressure?” “Can see your legs shaking from here.” “Don’t lie to yourself—“ “From all of the times I felt them shivering around my head, let’s say I’m a pro by now. Been making them tremble to me for so many nights, very bold of you to assume I wouldn’t notice so easily.” 

Y/N drops her head back and laughs loudly, putting her guard down but totally okay with this, because she knows he won’t do a single thing, too fucked for her to even think about pushing a bullet towards her body. His words surely made her heat wet in anticipation and it’s getting harder for Shawn not to give up and finish what he started, her dress falling more and more as she moves her silhouette next to his between chuckles. As he wants, she’s in front of him and he shifts his gun down below a little bit, hand resting on his own front as he holds the object still. The arm that gave him support before is now going up so he can run his fingers through his brown curls, soon falling to his pocket. Y/N surprisingly fixes her weapon back to its previous state, completely locked and saving the bullets from coming through the metal tube and she tosses it on top of the bed. 

“You were right,” She says, getting rid of the remaining strap of her dress and Shawn is more than confused, never putting his weapon down though. “This place brings me sweet memories.” He knows she’s not talking about the crime that’s happened in here. She’s talking about the first night they’ve met right on this same building. She was planning smaller things, like stealing a wonderful diamond necklace she’s been dying for and get some money out of unknown rich people’s wallets. Discreet and charming as only Y/N is, she obviously did it perfectly and as a bonus, she made out with the hottest man of the party in her eyes: Shawn Mendes himself. Since then and since he found out who she really is, it’s been a running back and forth like they’re stuck together by chains. She would never admit, but a few crimes here and there are just to catch his attention and make him come crawling back to her. The only thing he regrets about all of this is falling in love with her before knowing that she carries thousands of accusations, giving his work team a big headache. “What are you doing, Y/N?” Shawn asks, frowning as he watches her unzip her dress and pull it down her frame. She’s wearing a black strapless bra, matching with the belt hugging her right thigh and the lace underwear that he loves so much. Stepping out of her cloth pooled around her feet, she easily removes her heels with her feet and kicks them aside right after. “I’m doing what you really want me to do,” She calls him out unconsciously, looking him in the eyes seriously. “Or do you want to carry on with this little game?” “I told you I’m not kidding,” He prompts, forcing himself to ignore how stunning she looks in that lace set that gets him drooling. Gulping, he loosens the tie around his neck a little as he feels himself hardening to the sight of her. “Stop dissuading.” “You stop dissuading,” Y/N responds faking indignation, closing the space between them but being stopped by the cold metal of his gun. “Making me wait way too much, I’m getting impatient.” “Shut up and tell me what the fuck happened to Reagan.” “I can’t do both, love. I can either have you shutting me up or—“ “I swear to God I’ll—““You’ll what?” There’s a moment of silence after her question, making Shawn decide to put his career and rationality in front of his feelings. They’re glancing at each other, expressions falling flat and Shawn is huffing, puffing his chest and it makes the dress shirt get more constricted to his muscular middle. The anger is clear by the way they’re furrowing their brows, and Y/N makes the first move. Unbuckling his belt and keeping eye-contact, she releases the leather and pulls it away nonchalantly. The material goes behind her head and she lets it rest on her neck, sure that he’s wondering how hot she would look under him with that belt around her throat while her mouth opens for her to moan his name. She tucks the strap into the belt loop and, instead of inserting the pin into the hole, she takes his hand out of his pocket and makes him hold the belt. “You know why I’m not afraid of you, Shawn?” Y/N asks indifferently, undoing the buttons of his shirt and watching his skin being uncovered. Noticing more chest hair than he had last time they were together, she licks her lips and finishes the last buttons calmly. He’s holding the belt without a single dose of strength, too compelled by her body and skilled hand undressing him. “Because I’ve been giving you lots of chances to make your move and you’re letting them pass, as always,” She’s right, though. She let her guard down when she relaxed her body to laugh, as when she threw her gun away and kept on coming closer without a proper weapon to defend herself and, as if it isn’t enough, he’s got his belt decently arranged and ready to choke her at any second. Poor Shawn, too weak and too fucked. “But if you wanna do your thing like you say you want to…” Y/N starts, taking his wrist and closing the space between her and the gun — this one glued to her chest and he feels her heartbeat vibrate through the object, sending motions to his shaking hand. “Then go ahead. You know I’ve got nothing to lose.” “Y/N, what the f—““Go,” She assures, gulping and her eyes are starting to burn but she’s not planning on welcoming any tears. “Pull. The. Trigger.” Shawn squints his nose and his lips part, eyes widening while his fist shivers. She’s never played this far and although his reputation is slowly getting ruined, he’s thinking twice. Her look cuts his heart in half, making his chest ache and blood boil through his veins. “You can’t? Need help?” Her thumb descends and touches the trigger. She tilts her head to the side, making her hair cascade to her shoulder as she waits for his answer. Analysing his face tenderly, she notices the tears pooling in his eyes and they both ask quietly to themselves what the fuck are they doing to their lives? “I—““Again: You know why I don’t fear you?” Imperturbably, Y/N says in a sweet tone as her hands release the grip on his and go to cup his face, digits rubbing lovingly along his cheeks. “Because I know you’d never hurt me. You’re way too much in love with me to rip me apart with your bullets, investigator.” That burning sensation takes over his face and he’s sure he’s blushing, still shocked by this entire situation. As if nothing happened, she walks back and finds her dress long gone on the floor. Before, she catches her gun and puckers it back under the lace adorning her leg and tucks her feet inside the golden shoes. Soon, Y/N throws the dress above her head and covers her body while Shawn is frozen in his place, facepalming and massaging his temples. Why is she so hard to let go? Why can’t she prove him wrong and make him feel less guilty about loving her so much? He’s nothing but a joke when it comes to stalk and inspect her because the end is predictable: he’ll be on top of her, tangled into her legs surrounding his hips as he pounds forcefully inside of her core, making her scream as she praises him and begs for more. That’s all he wanted for tonight, if he’s honest. Shawn hears Y/N zipping up her cloth again and the footsteps back to his direction. She places a hand on his cheek and the other one on the doorknob beside him. “Promise me next time will be funnier than this and I’ll drop the name you’re dying to know,” She finishes and opens the door. “After an orgasm or two, of course.”

[wackjams]

with or without you. (ii)

gang!au : yoongi x you : jimin x you (platonic) : ft all members

warnings: language, violence, guns, death, lots of angst word count: 4.6k summary: Seven years. Seven years had passed since you saw them or even heard from them. Seven years passed until they finally came home, and nothing is the way it used to be. That should’ve been a given when they only came back for revenge in the first place. At least that’s how it seemed but in due time, the truth always comes out. 

masterlist with all my work linked in ab. series masterlist linked there as well!

part 1 : part 2

After the funeral, you stayed home in your comfortable apartment for the rest of the night with Alexa watching some random movies on Netflix and eating food after texting Jimin a bit about meeting up at a little diner for lunch. Often throughout the night though, you found yourself thinking about Yoongi and Jimin. They looked so different now and you couldn't believe it. It wasn't just an aging difference, no, they looked like they had a million secrets to tell yet they were so relaxed and nonchalant the whole time you were around them.

The whole group of theirs carried themselves lazily but were so cocky with each step at the same time. As if they knew they were the shit and didn't care about your opinion.

Alexa caught onto how distant you were all night but you quickly brushed off any questions she had before excusing yourself to bed around ten, claiming your medication for your shoulder had made you tired. As you laid in bed last night, Yoongi entered your mind by himself. The sadness his eyes held while looking at his mother in her casket was heartbreaking but when he wasn't around her in that position, he looked closed off and emotionless. He wasn't trying to let his emotions show and he was the quietest out of everyone in the whole building, including in his little group of friends. A part of you couldn't help but wonder if he was always that way now or if it was just the funeral.

The thoughts and the questions were becoming a bit too suffocating at this point. You could ask Jimin things tomorrow; there was no need to cause yourself a headache now, you thought to yourself.

Sleep came very late to you but at least it did come eventually.

Your phone buzzing across your bedside table is what woke you up from your peaceful slumber a few hours later. Without even opening your eyes, you reached over and grabbed the device and answered, bringing it up to your ear. "Hello?" your voice was soft, almost barely audible due to your dry throat.

A soft chuckle came from the other side of the line. "Well good afternoon, sleepy head. How are you?" the voice teased.

"Jimin?" your eyes fluttered open now. Pulling the phone from your ear, you glanced to his name that danced across the screen and you sighed. It was almost after one PM and you were still asleep, shit. Sitting up quickly but carefully because of your shoulder, you pushed your blankets off your body as you panicked into the phone. "Fuck I'm so, so sorry. I went to bed late and slept in. I'm on my way now. Please don't leave-"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Jimin cut you off from the other line. You could just see him widening his eyes and holding a hand up to you to get you to relax as you began to panic in your head. "Relax, babygirl. It's cool. I'm gonna wait here for you. Or do you want me to come pick you up instead?"

"No, no. It's okay. I'll drive myself. I'll be there soon okay?" Jimin gave you a soft okay before you hung up the phone and started to get changed to leave.

You settled into a pair of black jeans and a simple red hoodie that was a size too big but comfortable and you preferred the loose clothing for your shoulder than any tight clothing. Ditching the sling today and deciding to just be careful instead, you brushed your hair and washed your face then brushed your teeth before slipping on your shoes near the front door and leaving to go to the diner. Thankfully Alexa was at work and didn't drown you with questions for rushing around getting ready to leave.

The drive to the diner wasn't a long one considering it was only a few blocks from your apartment building. Jimin was sat a booth inside already you noticed when pulling into the parking lot of the diner. He sat leaning against the window a bit but was completely oblivious to you showing up. At this point, you felt your palms becoming clammy as you got a little nervous to see him again. It's different today than yesterday at the funeral. This was by choice, Jimin wanting to see you. He wanted to be here with you. That was honestly a little weird considering he wanted jack-shit to with you seven years ago.

Once you finally made your way inside, you walked over to where Jimin sat in his booth. Finally, he noticed you being here as you walked up and he noticed the red figure (from your hoodie) next to the table. He smiled happily at the sight of you. Returning a smile yourself, you sat across from him and sighed sleepily.

"Rough night?" Jimin asked almost teasingly.

Shaking your head at him, you let your eyes meet him from across the table as he fixed his posture and sat right in front of you rather than slouching against the window. "Just too many thoughts. Couldn't sleep."

He only nodded at this. It wasn't a question as to what your thoughts were about. Jimin was far from stupid; he knew what was wrong.

The two of you ordered your food first before finally settling properly as you began your wait for the food. "So," Jimin began as he folded his arms over the top of the table between you. "I know you have questions. I do too, but you can go first."

"Straight to the point, huh?"

He shrugged. "Neither of us are stupid. We want answers."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at him. Sure, you wanted some answers. You deserved them actually. But him? "What kind of answers do you need from me exactly?"

"I'll ask you when it's my turn. You can ask me whatever you want first. I think that's only fair considering..." Jimin voice trailed off softly and to nothing.

You laughed bitterly at him.

So, he knew that he did you wrong. Of course, he knew. Jimin was anything but stupid and you knew that.

"Okay, fine. What the hell happened to you? Yoongi changed and left, sure, but you promised not to do the same yet you did exactly that. What was the point? The reason? Where did you go and why?"

"That was like.. four questions in one."

"Jimin."

He sighed softly. She isn't in the mood for jokes, got it, he noted mentally to himself. "Okay fine." shuffling slightly in his seat, he began. "Nothing 'happened' to me, per say. Yoongi had gotten ahold of me right before our junior year. He told me he had an offer for me. The same one that was given to him. He told me what it was, what I needed to do, and when to leave. I did just that. The reason for me doing what he wanted was because I missed my brother and wanted to be with him. He's my family. So I left and moved to New York where he was after all that time."

Silence swallowed both of you when he finished speaking.

Really? That's all he was giving you? The anger was bubbling inside of you at this point and you weren't even going to try hiding it considering the bullshit answer he just gave you.

"You're joking right?"

"No..?" Jimin tilted his head to the left slightly, obviously a little confused. To him, his answer was good enough.

"Ms Lu was your family too, Jimin. I was your family."

"You say 'was' as if you aren't my family still."

You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes, too. He still considered you family? That's funny, you thought. "Right. You ditch me first then run away to go with Yoongi and didn't reach out for seven years but, I'm still family? That's how you treat family? What a pathetic response."

The pain in your voice was more than enough for Jimin to realize you were hurt by this whole situation. Not just by yourself being shot and losing his mother. No, it was all of it. Himself and Yoongi leaving included. A lot had changed about himself and about his life but if there was anything that didn't change about him, it was the fact he still cared about you. He never stopped caring for you. You were the better part of his childhood; your friendship had always remained unmatched.

"You really want to know the truth, ____?" all you could do was nod at him at this point. "Fine," he sighed, leaning forward to be closer to you as he spoke. "We didn't go live with an uncle as my mother told you. Yoongi left to go start this.. thing. With Namjoon. They had this whole scheme planned as a way to get money on their own, to have a business, to run things together rather than being the ones listening to someone else."

You arched an eyebrow at him, a little confused. "You guys left to go start a business?"

"Kind of. But it's more complex than that. Things went south for Yoongi and Joon. They got involved with some bad people, a bad business if you must. A lot of things were on the line for them when it happened but instead of backing down, Yoongi got two of their friends to join this business. Jin and Taehyung."

"Yoongi never was the type to back down from anything..."

"Right." Jimin nodded at you. "Once they realized how powerful they were together, they decided they wanted more. More people, more money, more business, more deals. They wanted it all. That's where I came in along with Hoseok and Jungkook. We became something. We call ourselves Bangtan."

All you could do was nod slowly and process everything he was saying. Jimin was taking a risk explaining all of this to you but he knew you deserved to know the truth after all of these years. Thankful for his honestly, you swallowed the lump in your throat and leaned forward yourself so you were also a little closer to him.

"So you're like... A gang?"

He laughed out loud at your question. Maybe it was how unsure you sounded, or how wide your eyes may have been, whatever it was he couldn't help the laugh that slipped off his lips. "Yeah, I guess. Whatever really."

"Fuck then."

"Mhm."

You both sat back to relax in your seats instead of looking like weirdos leaning over a table and whispering to each other. Neither of you looked away from each other. Silence took over between the pair of you yet it wasn't uncomfortable, luckily. You just had to process the truth you'd just discovered and Jimin understood that. He too was confused when he first heard about it all those years ago.

Maybe it was wrong to not be so baffled or angry at them for being in a gang, but honestly, your biggest concern right now was how they couldn't tell you this all those years ago. Sad but... that's the truth.

"Now I have a few questions for you and I need you to be honest with me, ____," Jimin spoke out and broke the silence.

You hadn't replied immediately due to the waitress bringing your food over. You both watched her place your plates of burgers and fries down before walking off again after you had thanked her softly. First, you shoved a fry in your mouth hungrily before nodding to Jimin.

"Okay, shoot."

He smiled at you softly, admiring you for a moment as he really missed you before continuing on. "The night my mother lost her life." suddenly you stopped chewing and weren't so hungry anymore. "When you got hurt... ____, did you see them? The men who shot you and her or maybe what they were driving?"

"Um,"

So many unhappy and painful memories flashed in your mind from that night. Its barely been a week but it feels like it could be so long ago. It didn't make sense. The loud shots of the gun rung in your ears again as you sighed and looked away from Jimin down to your food instead. You tried really hard to imagine it all, to remember anything you could. A few minutes started to pass and you silently looked down from him before Jimin had calmly reached over and laid a hand over yours.

His gentle touch had you lift your head as quickly as it fell and you cleared your throat. "It was dark so I'm not sure. But. I know one of them had a beard, and the other one wore a bandana over his face. The one with the beard had nothing to hide. But I can't remember much. I... I didn't see their vehicle but-"

"Hey, it's okay. That's more than enough for now. Thank you." His voice was soft, genuine.

Jimin was sure to talk to you about a different topic after that than to carry on about that night. He hated having to ask you about it in the first place but it was one the main reasons he asked you out for lunch today. He had things to do, things to take care of.

The rest of your meal went by smoother and you enjoyed laughing and talking about how you've been. Jimin also talked about himself too and it was really nice to catch up together. He enjoyed listening to your embarrassing stories of college and how you only did your first year before dropping out. His favorite story was about how you actually built up the courage to be in a wet teeshirt contest that year.

It felt like old times just laughing and forgetting about those around you two like no one else mattered. But something was still missing.

There was one more person you wanted to see.

* * * * * *

After the pair of you had finished eating, you and Jimin had parted ways due to him saying he had something to take care of. You didn't question it, only agreed and went your own way.

After practically ditching your parents after the funeral you knew it'd be nice to pay them a visit to see how your mother was holding up with all of this.

The drive there wasn't too long but that didn't change the disappoint you felt for wasting your time driving here just to see both of their cars gone and realizing nobody was home.

"I really should have called first." grumbling angrily to yourself, you parked your car and grabbed your phone to call your mother to see when she'd be back. Glancing to your right upon reaching for your phone, a black SUV in Ms Lu's driveway caught your eye, making you do a double take and completely forget about the call you were about to make. It looked identical to the ones from the funeral yesterday.

You slipped your phone into the pocket of your hoodie along with your keys before climbing out of your car and decided to make your way across the yard to Ms Lu's instead of going into your childhood home with your spare key. Of course, your heart was starting to race as you had absolutely no idea who was inside or what these men are like that Jimin was talking about. Jungkook, the one you met yesterday, had seemed nice enough so they can't be too bad, right? There was really only one way to find out.

The front door was open when you walked up to the house, so you walked inside without knocking as you never did so with Ms Lu since she was so used to you coming over so often. "Stop knocking. This is your home too, just come inside!" her words played over in your head as you looked around her living room, taking in the smell of her favorite candle that still lingered in the air from the last time it was lit. A wave of sadness and nostalgia hit you as you did so. This house is filled with so many memories. Your heart truly ached as you looked around at the photos along the walls.

A family photo on the wall of young Yoongi and Jimin sitting on Ms Lu's lap made you smile happily, just as they did in the picture. It was such a cute photo; she always went on about how it was her favorite because that day, the adoption had officially gone through and the boys were finally hers to keep forever. She always loved them so much.

"She was beautiful, wasn't she?"

A voice behind you made you jump. You turned around to see who it came from, sighing when you realized who. Yoongi looked from the same photo you were looking at to you instead and straightened his posture once realizing you had been staring at him suddenly. He looked so different today than he did at the funeral. He wore a pair of black jeans that were ripped at the knees with a white shirt and black leather jacket. His hair wasn't styled today either. It laid messily over top of his head but it still looked so good. He looked good.

"How's your shoulder?" he asked lowly, almost as if he was too nervous to speak to you.

"G-good. It's good. Sore but, being shot hurts so..."

Raising an eyebrow at your nervous rambling, he nodded one as he slipped his hands out from his pockets. "I know it does."

You smiled small, almost sadly. In a pity. "Right. The gang thing. It must not be safe, huh?"

Yoongi rolled his brown eyes at you before walking over and sitting on the arm of the couch which was a lot closer to you than where he was standing moments ago. "I take it you talked to Jimin?" you nodded. "Kind of figured he'd tell you. He wanted to a lot of times but I wouldn't let him."

"Why wouldn't you let him talk to me?" your voice wasn't so soft anymore. "Actually, why couldn't either of you talk to me? Seven years Yoongi, seriously? Kind of bullshit if you ask me."

"I kept away from you to protect you, ____." your name rolling off of Yoongi's tongue again made your stomach turn and overflow with butterflies so easily. It was always your favorite sound. When you didn't say anything in return, Yoongi sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he went on. "I know we hurt you. Believe me, I know. And I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

"Is that supposed to make it all okay now?"

"No."

"Good, because it doesn't. At all."

"I know it doesn't. I didn't expect it to either actually. That doesn't mean that I won't apologize though." instead of saying anything else to him you simply nodded before turning to glance around the room again. It wasn't until you took a few steps away until Yoongi spoke out again himself, now as he stood up and cleared his throat. "I know you must be tired of hearing about all of this or talking about it but we need your help."

"We?" you asked confused. 

Yoongi nodded at you when you looked back at him again. "Bangtan. We came here for more than just the funeral. We came here to-"

That was all he could say before the front window of the living room shattered followed by a rapid-fire against the walls. 

Bullets pierced the front of the house; coming in and tearing apart the lamps, flower pots, pictures on the walls and the furniture too.  A loud scream escaped the back of your throat as this happened. Tossing your arms over your head to protect yourself, you closed your eyes and squeezed them tightly in an instant reaction. Yoongi reacted immediately himself and jumped to you, tackling you to the floor where he landed on top of you to cover you himself. 

Over the sound of shooting and everything breaking inside, you could hear Yoongi above you cursing out as he looked around from our position on the floor. He looked around to find a way out of this, but there was nowhere to go as the two of you fell in front of a sofa that was in front of the wall but was also pinned between the coffee table that sat there too. With things fallen above and below where you laid, he saw no way to move you without you ending up hurt either by a flying bullet or broken glass. 

"Stay here, don't move. You got me? Do not fucking move, ____!"

"W-wait! Yoongi wait!" you watched him climb off of you and jump over the table, just barely being missed by the rapid-fire above you. He completely disappeared from your sight but you could still hear him from wherever he was. 

"They must have followed me, or her. I don't know just fucking get here!..... Yes, her, her as in ____. What does it matter? They're here, and we're trapped....... The shooting is stopping but, fuck, they might be coming inside. I'm gonna handle it just come get her now!"

"Yoongi!"

"Hang on, princess! I'm coming!"

It took a moment but everything became a lot quieter than it was a few moments ago. All shooting stopped and Yoongi wasn't yelling into his phone anymore. A few things were falling from the damage but that was it now. You quickly wiped away the fallen tears from your cheeks as you looked around slowly, almost afraid to move as anything could clearly happen at this point. Speaking out, your voice almost a whisper, you forced yourself through that fear to sit up slowly. 

"Yoongi, where did you go?"

Nothing. 

You groaned softly in pain. Him tackling you to the floor really hurt your shoulder. "Yoongi?"

"Tell Min we said hi, girl."

A tall man said from near the front door, clearly catching your attention with his raspy-toned voice being the only sound in the house again. He gave you the slyest smirk as he pointed his gun to your face, finger on the trigger ready to pull. 

"Is killing me really going to bother him? I haven't seen him in a long time. You're wasting your ti-"

"Shut up, bitch. We saw you two talking through the window."

You swallowed hard. No use in trying to lie anymore, you thought. At least you tried. 

A single tear ran down your cheek as you faced the man in front of you. "Calling a woman a bitch is rude you know." both yourself and the man looked to the right of you. Yoongi arched his brow at the man before shrugging his shoulder and lifting his arm so surely. Your body jumped in surprise when Yoongi shot the man dead. You could only glance to the man with a bullet in his head before standing up and moving away from him and the blood that pooled from his skull. 

"Yoongi what the fuck!"

"What? You're welcome for saving your life."

"You- you killed him! Fuck!"

"Yeah, well," Yoongi sighed almost annoyingly as he put his gun back where it was in the first place; the back of his jeans beneath his jacket. "He was going to kill you if I didn't kill him so again... you're welcome. Now stop yelling will you?"

Throwing your arms in the air, you ran your fingers through your hair with a groan at his lazy sarcastic reply and stepped away from the spot you stood in. The floor was covered in broken glass and picture frames. Stuffing from the furniture was all over the place as well. 

The house was destroyed, to put it simply. The walls were covered in bullet holes. You sighed sadly at the sight of all of Ms Lu's things being destroyed. Yoongi too looked around a little sad at how ruined his childhood home was now. You opened your mouth to say something but was stopped by someone else running inside. 

"Hey! Whoa, fuck! What the fuck Yoongi!?" A boy fell onto the floor, right on his ass, after dodging a bullet towards his head. You yelped a little in surprise from the sudden gunshot and yelling but it all went away just as fast as it came. 

"Sorry, Taehyung. But to be fair you knew what was going on so why did you rush in here like that?" Yoongi's apology sounded sincere, yet he was still a bit sarcastic in his words as he spoke to the boy near the front door. 

You watched as Yoongi again put his gun back behind his belt before going over with a hand out to Taehyung to help him up onto his feet. 

"How did you hear him let alone pull your gun out so fast..." you asked surprised before Taehyung could reply to Yoongi.

Yoongi simply smiled as Taehyung spoke for him. "He's an asshole with too much practice with it. Hi, I'm Taehyung, the man who nearly died just now. You must be ____!"

You nodded gently at him, waving a little too from across the room. "Yeah. Hi."

"What was that? Is someone else in here trying to kill you guys?" Jimin ran into the house but he came from the kitchen where the backdoor is. Behind him were that kid from yesterday, Jungkook, and two other men. 

"Nah, just Yoongi shooting at me."

"Oh, makes sense." Jimin shrugged. "____, are you okay?" He rushed over to you in almost a panic when he noticed you beside him. 

You smiled at him and nodded quickly as you reassured him. "I'm fine Jimin. Just a little shook up." Jimin only nodded at you himself before wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You hugged him back immediately; relaxing in his arms and sighing out shakily. They're all so calm with everything that just happened but you found it a little hard to be the same way right now. You weren't exactly used to this. 

You looked over his shoulder, glancing around the room at all of the men behind Jimin who were all talking amongst themselves. None of them paid any mind to yours and Jimin's hug. None except Yoongi, who you caught staring at the pair of you before quickly looking away once he noticed your eyes on him over Jimin's shoulder. A little smile crept over your lips at the look on his face but you still pulled away and patted Jimin's side before adjusting your hoodie sleeves, tugging them over your hands. 

Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jin (you learned their names while listening to Yoongi talking) all checked the dead bodies around the house as you stood with Yoongi and Jimin outside. You hadn't noticed until now how many of those men Yoongi killed while you laid on the floor in the middle of it all. He was fast, you noted mentally. 

Sirens in the distance were able to be heard at this point. Everyone met outside now as well once they all heard it. No words were said, they had only looked at each other before going to their vehicles to leave. 

"I saved your life in there," Yoongi spoke out as he turned to face you from where he was walking to. "Can you trust me enough to come with me?"

You kicked a rock from under your foot nervously as you cleared your throat, nervous under his stare. "Would I be unsafe by myself? Considering that guy told me to say hello to you as he was about to kill me... I think I know they're after me to get to you boys for some reason."

Yoongi grinned at you. Nodding, he agreed. "You're just as smart as I remembered. Come on, let's get cleaned up. I'll explain everything to you. I promise."

"I trust you, Min Yoongi."

a/n: taglist! ♡ @taedrgn @im-emo-motherfuckers

[jiwonsssi]

— worth it.

It's always difficult to stay sane in relationships. Especially if it's about Eun Jiwon.

warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (like a tiny attempt), swearing.

characters: Eun Jiwon, 'you'.

The thing is, Jiwon was never an easy task. To talk with, to work with, to live with, to date in general; he had always been able to find a topic to bicker about just as a part of his hobby. You were wondering everytime that happened; like, how one person can make so much noise? It's funny and cute most of the times; he didn't ever crossed a line. Never complaint about your cooking skills, or your clothes, style; appearance. Your way of life was also never a topic for his antics even when you were one hundred percent sure he had some troubles with accepting this or that.

He never meant to hurt you in any way; although he did. And it hurts like hell now. Because his 'I didn't say anything wrong' is the problem, not his words about something you don't even remember for now. Seeing you barely able to control tears and still continuing to step on what got you crying. He might be right a hundred times, but it didn't matter. It still doesn't and would never be. At least for you.

And when you leaved him, advising him to think about what he says, Jiwon was still sure that he did the right thing. He's really unpredictable sometimes, because heaven knows, it's the first time you realised just how stupid, stubborn and insensitive he could actually be.

So you didn't talk for, somehow, four days. And it broke your heart even more. He texted you once, but lowering your expectations and being okay with this treatment? Thank you, no. He's not busy now and you know it. And he knows where you are. It's not like he's not able to come to talk, to sort things out. At this point it's not about crying and complaining how he mistreated you and so on and so forth; it's about fighting him for greater good. Good old rage. At the first day, you cried like a bitch; fighting with him was never that harsh on you while you were never that sensitive. Just the whole situation, and stress, and him not paying attention to that. So if he would have been here then, it would be alright. You didn't even need his apologies, you just wanted to cry not in a pillow all alone, but in his shoulder. At the second day, you were a lot calmer. That's when the text happened and that 'you alright? im sorry' even made you uncertain in some way; but.. not so much. At the third day came alcohol and best friend, and they made everything so much easier. Maybe it helped because the whole evening you two were just playing games, without discussing anything. It surely cleared your head so now, at the forth day, you were certain in the fact that you want to show him just how angry you are.

- 'Im sorry', pff, you sure should be, - muttering it under your breath while trying to open the door in apartments when he lives, you tried to keep your mind clear. You really tried. But the thing is, you love him so much, that you totally not going to lose him over some fight when you two were just stressed out. And you love yourself enough to make him understand that that's not going to happen again.

- Why did you ignore me? - and here he stands, clearly just out of bed. It's not even a mid day, it's evening and he was sleeping. Not surprised. He looks like an angry bird with that messy hair and messed up shirt and pants. Yet you are here not to admire his sleepy cuteness.

- Hello, dear, - does your voice sound as pissed as you are? Kicking your shoes to the corner, you made your way past him. And he just continued staying in a doorway with his hands crossed on his chest and eyes scanning your every movement then following you into bedroom.

- Why? - he particulary screams this part, more like makes it long, loud and annoyed. He should be annoyed. Must be.

- That's all you have to say? - you continue almost throwing your papers in a document folder, trying your best to not to lose patience. And, somehow, cry. Out of anger and sadness, because now he's doing the same thing again and that shit hurts.

- Not really, - he comes closer, taking all of the documents from your hands and shaking it in front of your face, - But I don't think you are here to listen. Those fucking pieces of paper are the only things you care about!

- No, I-

- Shut up, please, I'm talking, - his tone is solid, serious and angry, and you barely saw him this worked up. But you still want to say what you have to say. Even tho he has rights to speak, - You know what I see most of the times when I come home? You, sleeping around the table or you, sleeping on a coach because you are so tired you barely able to walk to the bed. Am I right?

- Yeah, but..

- Still not finished, - he throws documents he holds to the floor, making it flowing in different directions and you want to kill him for that. You organized them for so long and he just threw it away like it was nothing. You don't realize how your face is changing because of it but he gets even more pissed, - See? You care more about work than about my speech. I told you one hundred, one million and billion times to stop overworking yourself. I believe in that you want to be the best, you want you career to be perfect, but I want you, only, fuck, only you, to be healthy.

You start to slowly realise what he is talking about. He's worrying about you. But yet still, there is a bubbling feeling in your chest you can't just forget about.

- And when you were hurt by my words, God, I wanted to comfort you more than anything, but you wouldn't understand any fucking thing because your brain only works when you are this angry, - he pokes your forehead with his finger and exhales slowly, closing his eyes, - I don't care about any of your achievements if you would continue killing yourself. I would never support that. And that's why I don't care about what you want to say, what excuse you want to make up. That's bullshit, I don't buy it, - Jiwon looks you directly in the eyes and the last time you saw him this serious.. you never had, to be honest, - And you can be angry with me for as long as you want to if that means you would understand what I mean.

Your anger has, well, just slightly calmed down. It's difficult to be angry when he is like that. You were lectured like a child and that's one of the very few times you felt his age authority. And he maybe even right. Pursuing your lips a little, you avoid his gaze for a few moments in order to put your thoughts together. You don't like being lectured and he's so calm now. And that is the most confusing about the whole fight. Does he really mean it? But!

- Aren't you trying to find more reasons to stay angry? It's all written on your face now, - Jiwon steps aside a little, stepping on one of the papers on the floor to test your limits. On his face. It's all written on his goddamned face.

- Stop it, - you move in his direction and he moves further back, making sure to stop on every fucking piece of every fucking document he finds on his way, - Stop!

- Then you stop taking extra work hours and bringing it home, - he puts special treatment to one of the contracts you were working on for the longest time and you know that you already ready to beg.

- But I can't! I need to, - you try to get on your knees to save maybe something, but give up on it when you see basically everything is damaged, - Oh fuck. I'm jobless now. God..

- I offered you a good deal without that shittyass boss who uses you like a conveyer, - paper cracks under him and you push oxygen out of your lungs with such a power that your head slightly spinning so you support your forehead with a palm. Jobless, for real.

Actually you don't know why are you not upset about it.

- I can't take it.

- Because it's a good deal? How thoughtful and logical, I love a smart girl!

- Shut up, you! - you throw a paper at him. Now he just annoys you. No anger. Pure hate.

- Get ready to a cheesy line, - he smirks and you roll your eyes fully aware of what he's going to say, - Make me.

And you do. You crash your lips on his, feeling his hands on your waist momentary. He pulls your incredibly close, enough for your sides to ache slightly in places he touches you.

- I missed you, - he murmurs into your lips, pushing you slightly to the bed until your legs touch it's border, without breaking constant contact between your bodiesand lips. You can tell that he smoked by the strong smell of cigarettes and bitter taste on the tip of your tongue. God, you love it.

- Me too, - biting his lower lip, you fully realise that is not going to be gentle. You can clearly see it in his eyes; he needs that stress to be gone. And you totally can relate.

You feel his lips moving down your neck, leaving small hickeys; the only thing he has patience to actually do. He's impatient and turned on; his hands are barely able to unzip your jeans but Jiwon does it with such a determination, you giggle.

And then he rips off the button, sucking on your skin so hard you jerk aside a little. No giggling. Understood.

- That was new and I'm jobless now. So, would you be my sugar daddy? That's what you wanted all along? - somehow you find a strenght to tease while feeling your head spinning when he pushes you to the bed. His face is priceless tho.

- You need to earn it, babygirl, - he smirks, looking at you from the top and slapping your tight roughly. You are not into that daddy thing and he never ever called you like that, but Jesus fucking Christ, that was hot as hell.

Jiwon takes off a shirt, when you particularly jump out of your pants and hoody. Now it's his time to smile because the determination on your face is precious.

Sex always starts with the hot, rough vibe and in the end you find him smiling like that and there is no way you can keep that mood.

- Jiwon, please, - you move closer to him, pushing your thighs into him, feeling his erection against your hip. Jiwon lets his hands roam your body, stopping near every damn piece of underwear you have on yourself and that's just rude.

- I thought it 'daddy' now, - he pushes his pelvis harder between your legs, making you squeak in front of him at the sudden friction. It's obvious that he's kidding, it's all in his shit-eating grin. Unbearable.

- You wish, old man, - you get on your elbows, before he's able to do anything, to grab him by the neck for a kiss. Sometimes he really needs to keep his mouth shut and that's the best way to do it. The kiss sends you on fire, he's crashing you against his body with full force, one of hands snake your waist firmly and other squeezes your ass to give it another light slap. You squirm, digging your nails into his shoulders and moan into the kiss, feeling him smirking.

- So you have a thing for old men then? - you basically roar with anger, tugging on his hair so hard, he hisses and slaps you harder this time. Almost a year of relationships with him taught you that it's better to just shup up now so you won't end up bickering for an hour.

He puts you on the bed again, after striping you out of your bra, howering on top and places short wet kisses everywhere he can manage to reach. You try your best to not to squirm like crazy, but fail obviously. With him grinding against you core, you're not sure how much longer you can wait. The feeling of him against your body is like addiction; addicting euphoria of which you would never be able to get rid of.

You've been angry with him for so long, yet now it's impossible to fight with him. You are gone for; surrendered without a battle. Cause you love him like that. Jiwon looks incredibly hot when he's serious and concentrated. You would never confess it to him; but his dominant side might have you on your knees, pleading for him, in seconds. He didn't even need to do anything.

He takes off your panties and you grasp on bed sheets with a loud moan when he's pushing one finger inside, adding the second right after, making you lose your breath for a while. He moves his hand fast, gently pinching one of your nipples with another, kissing that place right after. There is not a single thought in your head; just him. His lips, when he kisses you, swallowing small noises you make and the way he's circling your clit with his thumb. He builds sexual frustration in you methodical, knowing for sure what to do to make you cum. And he's extremely generous today.

Jiwon is quick to make his way down your body to settle between your legs. You don't fully realise what happened when you feel his tongue instead of his thumb, sucking you harshly, just the way you liked it. He brings you just what you need, just the way you like it. Tangling fingers in his hair, you push him closer, not caring to control your actions. As well as moans and everything else. Because, damn, he's tongue can send you on edge; in every way possible.

He curls his fingers, continuously pumping the same spot and you are done for in a moment. Feeling every nerve and muscle in your nody being tensed with anticipation, relief comes upon like a blessing and even tho Jiwon guiding you through your orgasm, you so fucking lost, you don't understand where you are for a second.

You feel him pulling away, mewling something at the loss of him and touches on extra sensitive skin. And he buries his head in a crook of your neck, placing small kisses over and over again while you try to calm your erratic breathing.

- Another one for me. Please, - his voice is so tensed, low, he particularly grunts it to your ear, kissing it gently, while lowering his pants and boxers, - Okay?

It's not like you are able to answer him when your head is still spinning anyway. He receives a shaky nod from you, kissing your lips shortly and furrows his brows, lining himself between your folds. You let a long, high-pitched sound escape on top of your lungs when you feel it; and you hear him sucking on his breath, pressing your foreheads together.

- Look at me, - you mess his hair even more and look him in the eyes; he is so beautiful. Just like that. Messy hair, sticking to his skin because of sweat and how he's worked up; how his lips parting slightly and brows furrows when he slides himself into you. And that pure bliss on his face when he starts moving inside. He feels amazing; God, the best you have ever felt.

And he thinks the absolute same about you.

Jiwon's heavy hot breathes stuck on your lips, you digging your nails in his shoulders lightly, when you feel the coiling in your stomach starts to boil exponentially all over again. Especially when he pulls you into erratic kiss, chasing your small moans with his lips. He's so hot, his skin radiates the warmth you are so used to, but now you feel like burning, when trapped beneath him. Jiwon still smells like cigarettes, slight aroma of his perfume that is imprinted on his skin now and something that you can't describe. Something, that makes him Jiwon you love; and being drowning in his scent, while he steadily pounds into you, murmuring something that you can't even understand - you wouldn't change it for anything.

You place a kiss under his jaw, right below his ear, fully aware of what it does to him. You feel chills running down your spine when he fastens the pace, squeezing your hip harder. You can't last forever, every brush against your extra sensitive now skin makes you squirm and he continues to brush that particular spot with his tip.

But never uncomfortable. He gave it to you nicely the first time, now he tortures you again. That's just how he likes you - when you are on the edge, but not able to do anything. He craves for your moans, for seeing you going crazy beneath him, for how you bite your lip or scratch his spine with your nails. He loves you like that. Like nothing in the world.

But he loves you better when you lose it. When your toes curl and you shut your eyes tightly, holding your breath for seconds while he thrusts into you harder, faster and you hold on him for dear life, releasing that one loud moan of relief in the end.

And he mixes it with his pleasure, when you kiss right below his lower lip; so gently, delicate while you pulse around him and squeeze him so tight it hurts and when releases deep inside, thrusting in you forcefully, losing his control.

That's how he likes it the best.

Hell, he could fuck you for hours. If he wasn't so exhausted after.

Because even containing himself and pushing himself off you, it's hella amount of work for which he has no strength.

- I love you, - you murmur it quietly in his temple, turning your head a little, because he just burrowed his face in your neck to calm down.

- Me too, - his voice sharp and raspy, he lifts his head up a little, kissing the tip of your nose and his smile is incredible. It's amazing how he changes after sex. Everytime. He just smiles fully yet so tender, looking at you with full adoration; you could forgive him everything. His kisses are so light you barely feel it, Jiwon leaves a kiss everywhere he sees a hickey and hugs you so delicate like you are made of glass.

- I missed you, - you giggle, when he blows on your neck and looks up at you, rolling to the side to pull himself out, - How are you able to be so sweet? That's impossible.

- You are always free to check that. Just saying, - he laughs, seeing your firstly confused than hella 'not disappointed and not surprised' face and pulls you into a bear hug, showering you with kisses so he could make you smile again.

Every nerve you lost on him is worth it.

[kpopehell]

My future past (part 1)

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Word count: 2k

Genre: angst, smut in second part

You can find part 2 here

Note: This one is for my beloved girl @taexual who’s celebrating today! I wish you only the best sweetheart!! ♥♥♥  

Your slumber turned into a pure panic right after you woke up and saw what time it is. You were late, again. In many cases, you didn't mind but this time it was the worst thing that could happen to you. Today you were meeting your new boss.

You worked as a secretary in a huge company. Your job was perfect, the amount of work was appropriate, your colleagues were easy to work with but there was one thing you couldn't stand - your boss. That's why it was so important to you to make a good expression on your new one. 

You dressed as fast as you could. You decided to wear a simple dark turquoise dress because you didn't have to combine them with anything so it saved you some time to do your hair and makeup. Nothing too complicated though, but the final results were amazing. You even managed to make a decent eyeliner! For a second, you felt like nothing could go wrong. But where's the fun if everything works as it should, right?

The minute you stepped outside your building, it started raining heavily. You quickly jumped into your car which was parked on the other side of the road. Fortunately, the way to your work isn't that long so there was a still chance you might get there in time.

*Road closed* 

The storm apparently caused few trees to fall. One of them fell on a road which made your way to work twice as long. Great. You'll be late. Hopefully, your colleague will try to excuse your absence to your new boss.

After 50 minutes, you finally got to work. There were few files in your car which you needed for work but you were not sure which ones they were, so you just grabbed all files you could find. It was pretty hard to get into your office with this extremely huge and messy pile of files in your hands, plus you had to carry your bag and few other stuff. There was no one in the hallway so you didn't pay much attention to obstacles which might be in front of you, besides that, you knew how to get into your office even with your eyes closed although your office was on the 4th floor.

What you didn't expect, was bumping into some asshole who apparently loves standing in front of the elevator. You've been too caught up with sorting your files when the elevator stopped on your floor, that you didn't notice that dumbass standing there.

Few of your files fell to the floor and his coffee got spilled all over his white shirt which became see-through after it got wet. "Damn it, I'm so sor.." you swallow hard after you noticed his perfect body. It was almost illegal to hide such a great body under any kind of clothes. It was so hard to look away but his strict, familiar voice brought you back to reality

"N/Y?!? What the.. I ehm.. you.. are you blind?!" he was really angry. "Oh my god, Jinyoung?? What the hell are you doing here? And jeez, obviously I was busy doing something, so I'm 'sorry' I haven't noticed your stupid ass," meeting your ex-boyfriend wasn't on your today's to-do list so your reaction was quite understandable. You didn't yell, but you also weren't trying your best to stay calm. How could you after seeing your hot ex after more than 3 years, especially since he looked even better than the last time you saw him. "I was waiting for the elevator. That's what people do when they want to get on their floor," he stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

"You could've used stairs. It's only a few floors to the exit," you were not in a right mood to deal with him. You wanted him to get out of your sight. Your memories were too painful.

"Exit? What, no! I have an office is on the top floor," this was getting confusing for you.

"Your offi.." you froze. The realization hit you like a truck. 

HE IS YOUR NEW BOSS.

"It's my first day today and oh god, look at me! I am supposed to meet my assistant at 10 and look, it's 10:07. I'm running late because of your clumsiness! You owe me a new shirt. And a coffee too. Ahh," another bunch of complains left his mouth.

You haven't paid any attention to his words. Instead, you were planning how to escape. You were pretty sure he's gonna kill you after he finds out you're his new assistant.

"I gotta go, Mr. Park.. eehm Jinyoung I forgot a.. ehm my lucky pen.. I.. bye," you were way too freaked out to create a complex meaningful sentence. Without any other words, you ran away, leaving your files on a floor. You didn't dare to turn around but you were sure he was confused by your reaction.

As soon as you got into your office, you shut the door. It was a big office and you shared it with one of your colleagues - Laura. Her eyes grew wide when she noticed your facial expression. She's never seen you so scared before which caused her panic level to rise.

"Y/N what happened? Is there a chupacabra running through the hallways?" she asked you without blinking.

"No. Something worse. My boss," you sit down opposite your friend and laid your head on a desk. 

"And? Why are you so surprised? I gave you a file with some information about him, including a photo of him. He's really hot by the way," you looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Although your files were quite messy, you knew she hadn't given you any, especially not the one about your ex-boyfriend. Your confused expression gave her a hint. "Or I forgot?" her daydream about your ex-boyfriend turned into a panic again after she had realized she didn't give you his file. She opened a top drawer on her desk and found there two files. Yours and his.

"What is your file doing here? Oh no, I probably send him someone else's file. Geez, Y/N I'm sorry! Don't worry I'm going to fix this," Laura said. Suddenly you hear someone knocking on your door. It was your another colleague, Amy.

"Hey guys," Amy said. "Ehm, I just got called by our new boss. Did he call all of us or just me?" Amy asked a bit frightened, probably she thought she did something wrong.

"No, sweetie. He actually called only Y/N," Laura said while scratching her head. "Y/N hurry. Mr. Park is waiting for you," she said with a stupid grin on her face. 

She always did this. She messed up, promised to fix it and then she acted as if nothing happened after the problem got fixed on its own. You hated this.  You groaned and stood up from your chair ready to face your boss. "Amy, you can go back to work. As Laura said, it's me who's he calling. This is a just a little misunderstanding," you ensured Amy and she nodded. "Wish me luck."

The way to the top floor took you around 6 minutes. The longest 6 minutes of your life. You were praying the whole time although you didn't even know how to pray properly. You took 3 deep breath and entered his office. You saw him standing in front of the window or let's say, you saw his broad shoulders, slim waist and most importantly, his peachy bum which always turned you on. You quietly knocked on the door to get his attention.

"Come in," he said with a smooth voice. "I've been waiting for you." Did he know it was you? You took few steps until you stood in front of his desk. There was a chair in front of it, but you didn't feel comfortable enough to sit there, although it was probably what you should've done.

"It's still raining," he said as if he forgot why he called you there.

You haven't replied. You were too nervous to do that, and his unimportant remarks were not helping, they were actually making it even worse. After few seconds of silence, he reconciled to the fact that you're not playing his game. He slowly turned around just to see you. His smiling face was quickly replaced with a shocked one. 

"Is this some kind of a joke?" his tone of a voice was deadly serious this time but of course, it didn't stop you from joking around. You always joked around in critical situations.

"Nice shirt. I love that brown strain," it wasn't the smartest thing that came to your mind but somehow you expected to ease the whole situation. To your surprise, he laughed.

"You've always been so funny Y/N. If I knew it's you who's coming here, I'd take the shirt off," he knew all of your weakness, and his bare torso was one of them. Only the thought of him without his shirt made your knees weak.

"But really, what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked boldly.

"You wanted to see your new secretary, so I'm here."

"What? No, this must be a mistake. You're supposed to be some Amy Whatever." 

"No, that was a mistake. My colleague messed up some files and accidentally sent you Amy's instead of mine," you explained. He seemed to accept your words, well, he had no other choice. 

"But what are you doing here? How did you even get into this position?" You asked him.

"Well, after you had dumped me, I tried to focus on my career," he explained with a slightly annoyed tone. Obviously, he was still angry that you broke up with him. 

"Are you gonna fire me?" you looked straight into his dark eyes. He chuckled.

"No, silly. Why would I fire such a pretty thing?" he slowly walked behind you. He definitely knew how to create a tension and you were slowly falling for him all over again. His lips ghosted over the back of your neck and you could feel his breath on your skin which caused you to shiver.

"I think the universe wants us together, babygirl."

Oh no no no. In this point, you wished he would actually fire you. You would rather lose your job than become his doll once again. He had been playing with you during your whole relationship, and it really wasn't easy to escape from him. But you had no other choice, Park Jinyoung was crazy. And obviously, he still is.

He pushed you to the table, and you could feel his whole body pressed against yours. His hands on your sides.

"You know baby, it wasn't nice what you did," he kissed your neck. "Daddy didn't deserve it."

You knew what he was talking about. And this time, you agreed with him. It really wasn't nice to break up with him through SMS and move to a different city so he'd never find you. He has always treated you nice. He'd never do anything to hurt you. Simply, he knew how to manipulate you, to own you. It took you 2 years to realize he had been only using you to fulfill his needs.

Although you didn't want to admit it, you have missed his touch. His soft kisses on your skin, his hand all over your body, his moans in the most intimate moments. Fuck it, you wanted him.

"You're wet, aren't you?" he bent you over the desk. "But it's not because of the storm outside, I'm I right, baby girl?" he whispered into your ear.

He was right, though. Your panties haven't been this soaked in months, and he hasn't even touched you properly. Your breathing got heavier when he pulled your hair. He turned your head a bit, so you could see him from behind, still bent over his desk.

"And now, you little slut," he whispered and pressed a light kiss on your sweet spot which he knew very well. "Get back to work." his firm grip on you loosened up, and he let you go. 

And there it was again. Another era of being under his control has begun. And you couldn’t do anything because a good assistant never refuses her boss's demands.

(Part 2) 

Thank you for reading ♥

[dtwritings]

Costume (E.D.)

Summary: The boys and you were filming a video where they bought some clothes for you and you bought some clothes for them. The clothes were supposed to be funny and make the other person feel uncomfortable while wearing them. You had chosen really funny outfits for the boys. The boys picked out the most horrible combination of clothes for you. After the video, Ethan decided that he still wanted to see you in one more costume but it wasn’t just any costume. It was a costume that Ethan bought for his pleasure.

A/N: I want to give full credit to Johanna @coconutethan for coming up with this idea and helping me throughout the imagine. We hope you like it!

Warnings: Smut, mucho smut;)

“Seriously babe?” Ethan asked annoyed.

“What, it looks nice on you,” you said laughing.

You had chosen a #1 dad shirt and a pair of yoga pants for Ethan. He looked hilarious and you tried not to die of laughter.

“Dude! At least you’re not wearing a pair of girl shorts and a crop top,” Grayson said pointing at himself.

“That’s today’s look,” you said pulling out your phone. “Smile guys,” you said taking a picture.

“Hey, you can’t have pictures of us looking like this on the internet,” Grayson said pretending to be annoyed.

“Don’t worry it's only going to my Snapchat…and Lisa…and Cameron…and all my social media,” you said posting it on your Snapchat.

“Whatever. Baby, it’s your turn,” Ethan said walking back to his room to change.

“Ugh do I have to,” you said whining.

“Yes,” they both said from the room.

“Guys this looks so stupid,” you said poking your head into the hallway

“Let’s see it!” Grayson said from the living room.

“Come on out Y/N,” Ethan said laughing. You knew that they both had their phones ready for whatever came next. These idiots knew how much you thought fairies were dumb and so childish. So what did they do? They bought you a fucking fairy costume.

You hesitated a bit before walking into the hallway.

‘It’s the last one, it’s only the last one so what have you got to lose’ you thought to yourself.

When you walked into the living room all the flashes blinded you. They bombarded you with pictures. They bursted into laughter just at the sight of you in that stupid costume.

“Ha. Ha. So funny,” you said fake smiling.

“This is so going on my Snapchat,” Ethan said laughing.

“You look…great. Just magical” Grayson said laughing once more with Ethan.

“Oh shut up Gray,” you said crossing your arms.

“Well that was the last outfit so that’s a wrap for this video,” Ethan said clapping his hands together.

“Awesome. I get to go change now” you said walking back to their room to change.

As you were changing in their room, you could hear the boys doing their outro in the living room. Loud and obnoxious like always. Once you took off the dumb costume you changed back into your sweats and shirt.

You were redoing your hair in the mirror when Ethan walked into the room. You didn’t turn around until you did due to the sound of Ethan locking the door.

“Babe what are you doing,” you said after you turned around.

“I still have one more costume that I want you to try on,” he said with an eyebrow raised. It was kind of dark in the room due to the only light the lamp was giving off.

“Ethan I already tried on all of the ones you and Grayson bought me,” you said confused. That’s when you noticed the black bag he was holding in his hand behind his back.

“Not the one I specifically picked out for you,” he said walking closer to you. “I want you to wear this,” he said handing you the black bag.

“What is it?” you asked attempting to open the bag.

“No,” he said placing his hand on yours. “Just head to the bathroom to change. No questions,” he said taking his hand off yours. “Oh and don’t worry Gray went out to get something to eat,” he said looking at you with his dark eyes.

You did as you were told. You didn’t ask any questions. You didn’t hesitate. You just simply walked to the bathroom, curious about what the hell was in the black bag.

Once you made it to the bathroom you closed the door behind you and quickly opened the bag. To your surprise, it really was another costume.

‘Why hadn’t he just given it to you to put on during the video’ you thought. That’s when you understood why he hadn’t. It was a school uniform. A sexy school uniform. The uniform wasn’t the only thing in the bag though. You reached further into the small bag only to pull out a black lacy thong and a matching bra that was sure to reveal pretty much everything your chest had to offer.

You were a little unsure at first but you finally decided to put it on. Removing all your clothes, you slipped on the lace thong and the bra. Then you put on the mini skirt making sure to raise it a little higher than it's supposed to be even though it was already too short. You proceeded and put on the white button-up shirt and making sure to leave the top buttons undone so that your chest was partly exposed. Lastly, you put on the tie that came along with the costume. You stood in front of the mirror once you were finished. You let your hair down and added a bit of the perfume Ethan went crazy about. 

You were burning with adrenaline just knowing that looking like this, you could really make Ethan do anything you wanted. You were determined to be the dominant one tonight.

“Babe. Are you ready?” you said stepping back into Ethan’s room. Blue Madonna by BØRNS was playing softly in the background.

Ethan was already shirtless and when he turned around, his jaw practically fell to the floor.

“Do you like what you see baby?” you asked walking towards the bed.

Ethan nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed. You tried to be as confident as you could be but you were shaking internally.

“I want you to ride my thigh babygirl,” Ethan said looking up at you. Without hesitation, you rid your skirt up enough so that your thong was a little visible and you sat on his thigh. When you sat down on his bare thigh where all his tattoos were placed, you felt Ethan inhale sharply.

As you began to grind back and forth on his thigh, Ethan raised his hands to grip your hips. His grip was a little too tight but you didn’t care at the moment. You leaned down to kiss Ethan for a moment and then stopped only to sit up straight so that your boobs were parallel to his face while you rode his thigh.

Ethan buried his face in your chest and started kissing you all the way up to your neck making sure to leave marks so that people knew that you were his and he was yours. He slowly began to unbutton your shirt one button at a time. He slid it off your shoulders along with your tie, making his way to your bra. You got off his thigh making sure not to let him take it off just yet. He got very frustrated because you knew that he was just starting to grow underneath you.

You slowly unzipped your skirt from behind and let it fall to the ground leaving you there in your black thong and matching bra.

“Scoot back and lay on the bed” you commanded.

Ethan did as he was told. You picked up the tie from the ground that was next to the shirt and tied Ethan’s hand around the bars of the headboard.

“Are you serious! Y/N I need to touch you. This is torture.” Ethan said whining.

“Exactly,” you said getting off the bed. You stood up only to slide down your thong slowly; Ethan licked his lips.

You straddled his waist and without giving him warning you began to grind again and harder. He was getting harder and harder by the second. You then began to slowly unclip your bra and took it off and threw it somewhere behind you. You were also dripping because of the intense friction.

Ethan growled in desperation to touch your body. You continued to grind on him and his eyes stayed on your boobs the entire time.

You were already so fucking wet and you couldn’t wait any longer to have him fill you up completely so you slide his shorts down along with his boxers. His erection was already dripping with precum and hard ready for you.

You aligned yourself with his tip and slid in with ease. Ethan moaned at the pleasure of your tight pussy surrounding his cock. You barely began to move when you hadn’t noticed that Ethan had already freed himself from your restrains and had flipped you over so he was on top of you now. He was in control now. He was so desperate that he began to pound into you without warning.

“So you think it’s okay to tease me like that,” Ethan said choking you.

“Do it, daddy. Choke me,” you moaned.

He slammed into you with so much force that the headboard the wall, his grip getting harder on your neck. The only sound you could hear were his grunts and the sound of your skins slapping together.

You were close and you could feel the familiar pinch in the pit of your stomach.

“Ethan I close…” you said with a shaky breath.

“Do it babygirl. Come down all over my cock,” He said trusting one last time and hitting your g-spot perfectly.

You came down hard but you didn’t want the pleasure to stop.

Ethan flipped you over on your knees and hands like he had read your mind.

“We’re not done yet princess,” Ethan said grabbing a fist full of your hair. He slapped your ass making your body lurch forward. He was fucking you so hard that you were sure to come a second time.

“Ethan…don’t stop,” you groaned.

“You don’t want me to?” Ethan said slapping you again.

“No,” you said in pain.

“What?” Ethan said slapping you even harder.

“No” you managed to say.

“Still can’t hear you,” Ethan said slapping you for the fourth time.

“No!” you screamed.

Once again feeling your leggings starting to shake, you knew you would come again and you did, Ethan right after you.

You both collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. You curled up next to Ethan and snuggled your face into his neck. He played around with your hair, twirling it around his fingers.

“We should do this more often,” Ethan said kissing your head.

“You mean the part where I tie you up and tease you?” you asked giggling.

“Everything. I love this kinky shit. … I love you,” he said bringing your face up to look at him.

“I love you too Ethan,” you said kissing him.

I hoped you liked it! I’m always accepting requests so don’t be afraid to drop one in my inbox:)

[sinner-as-saint]

Hostage Of Your Eyes - 3.

Mob!Bucky x reader.

Part 3 of this series.

Run-through: You accept an unusual offer made by a very familiar, but dangerous mob boss. And despite the bizarre situation and all the troubles that come along; old flames rekindle – and you find love again, where it wasn’t supposed to be.

Themes throughout the series: (fake) kidnapping, gang stuff, mentions of violence, smut, fluff, mob!bucky,

a/n: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. If you are NOT COMFORTABLE with ANY of the THEMES above, please click away and read something else. 

“Buck, this is madness.”

You chided the mob boss as he tied you to a chair in his very dark and sketchy dungeon. The place was dusty and had very little light.

His guards were scattered around; armed and vigilant. While Bucky was focused on making sure the ropes were tight enough around your ankles and your wrists.

“No it’s not. My people will make sure these pictures reach them because, it’s been a week already. They’ve been radio silent and that’s gotta change.” He explained while he messed your hair and smudged your lipstick a little with his thumb.

You were silent. You hadn’t told him about that phone call yet. If you did, he would go absolutely insane and that would cause him to have his guard down. And you couldn’t afford that at the moment.

You threw your head back and groaned out loud. “Ah fuck me! This is the weirdest photo shoot ever, do you do this often, you fucking weirdo?”

You and Bucky had spent the entire afternoon in the dungeon. He need some pictures which would make it look like you’ve been actually kidnapped instead of being treated like an actual princess. The news of you having been taken by him was circulating around in the secret underworld, and according to him; in case your mom and her husband missed it, the pictures would lay more emphasis on it.

Bucky chuckled as he held the camera at a weird angle, “Later babygirl, I promise. And no, I don’t fake kidnap people a lot, you’re an exception. Now come on, look miserable for me.”

He clicked a few pictures and tossed the camera to one of the men standing close by and asked them to circulate the pictures as much as they could and to specifically send out copies to your mom’s husband.

 -

 “She’s gonna figure it out, you know. Sooner or later, she will. The woman I happen to call my mother is calculating, she’s pure evil but she’s smart. Buck, you need to watch out.” You tried to warn Bucky, later that evening while the two of you were snuggled up to one another; naked in his bed.

After that first night together, you and Bucky now shared a room. You had a long conversation recently, regarding all the time you spent apart and talked about your feelings. Turns out, you never really got over one another. So now here you were, putting all the differences aside and picking up where you left off.  

 Bucky chuckled at your words. “Don’t worry baby, I got this.” Was all he said and kissed you goodnight and snuggled up to you as he drifted off to sleep.

You, however, couldn’t sleep. You could still hear her voice, through that phone call from that night. Your mother.

 -flashback-

“Hey sweetie!” you could hear the annoyance and sarcasm in her voice. She hadn’t talked to you in years.

“Mom?” you sounded equally as disgusted as she was. You looked down and Bucky was soundly asleep

She laughed on the other end. “That’s funny, did your kidnapper let you have your phone on you?” she asked, as if daring you to lie.

Shit.

“How did you-,”

“Oh shut up. You are so gullible, just like your father.” She laughed again. “What, you think I didn’t figure it out the moment I heard that supposedly Barnes kidnapped you? Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe that he would kidnap the ex-girlfriend he loved so much?”

Like you said, she figured it out.

“Look, I don’t k-,”

She cut you off. “You listen to me, and listen well. You’re going to keep being his little whore, and make him believe he’s got the upper hand in this situation. While I…handle some things.”

You scoffed. “Or what? You’re gonna kill me, mom?” you asked sarcastically.

She chuckled. “No, honey. Or I’m going to kill him, just like I did with your dad.”

For some reasons, you always knew this. “So, you’re confessing it, finally? You did that to dad?”

She hummed. “Killed him and made it look like an accident? Yes I did. Now, your little boyfriend did a huge mistake by even thinking he could take me out. Barnes has many enemies. Let’s say, if one day his car blows up out of nowhere and conveniently him with it, then it’ll take a lifetime for his people to figure out who did it.”

You were worried. The thought of losing Bucky so mercilessly was killing you inside. “You wouldn’t dare. Look, if it’s the money you want, take it. Take all of it, but don’t you dare-,”

She laughed.

“Of course I want the money. But now, I also want you and him out of my way. For good. And now that I know for certain that this whole kidnapping thing is fake, I know just what to do.”

“Who told you?” it was obvious by now that one of Bucky’s people was a traitor and was feeding info to the enemy. But you couldn’t blame anyone, not without being a hundred percent sure.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. It doesn’t matter who told me. Barnes did a huge mistake, and he’ll pay for it. And the best part is, none of you will ever see it coming. Good night, sweet dreams.”

She ended the call.

And you felt a weight on your chest.

You couldn’t lose Bucky, not now.

-end of flashback-

---

More days passed and living with him became your favorite thing, as well as a curse. Each morning you woke up thinking about all the ways your mom and her husband could just ruin your life. But you could never let it show.

There was a traitor here, and if Bucky found out about that phone call, he’d want to take actions. And your mom would know. And she’d take him away from you.

You never let Bucky out of your sight, it was the only way you could make sure he’s safe and well. The image of his car being blown up was haunting you each day.

 -

 He woke you up one morning; gently slipping his tongue past your folds. His head was in between your legs, arms around your thighs and his warm mouth latched on to your core; making you squirm and giggle and whine.

“Well good morning.” You teased, supporting yourself up on your elbows and watched him while you bit your lip, unable to hide how much you wanted him to just take you already.

He looked up and smirked, kissing your inner thighs before moving his mouth over to your clit again. He teased you long enough to have you whining and begging under him. His tongue slipped in between your wet folds perfectly.

With a few more strokes of his tongue against your sensitive core, you came with no warning all over his lips; gushing out all over the bottom half of his face and you had to bite down on your bottom lip just you wouldn’t scream too loudly.

Bucky kissed his way up your body again, leaving warm, wet kisses on his way. His movements were erratic, rough and desperate. He was needy.

He rapidly took one of your nipples into his mouth and he watched carefully how your face morphed into a frown of pleasure.

He let go of the sensitive bud after a while and teased the skin at your collar bones and the side of your throat. He didn’t even bother to hide how bad he needed to be inside of you.

His cock was buried deep into you in no time. Your whole body moved along with his, doing its best to match his thrust. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, something which was quickly becoming a habit of his, as he groaned out loud and mumbled cuss words under his breath at how good your felt, and how your body welcomed him perfectly.

You failed to form proper thoughts as he pounded into you.

One of his hands moved from your waist and wrapped around your throat gently, he barely applied any pressure but the gesture managed to get your attention.

Your hands immediately wrapped around his wrist, signaling that you liked his hand there. He chuckled in your ear and that low, sinful chuckle of his was enough to cause goose bumps to form all over your skin.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered right at the shell of your ear, and you moaned both at his request and at how he sped up into you out of nowhere.

You did.

You told him again and again that you were his.

Bucky held you like you were the most fragile thing ever while he fucked you into oblivion. Tears streamed down your face as you came around his thick cock. You felt all of him against your walls, and the sound of him grunting as you clenched around him was the hottest thing you had ever heard.

He bit down on your shoulder as he came right after you. He wrapped his arms around you as he controlled his shaky breaths and kissed the side of your face repeatedly.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

 You and Bucky spent some more time in bed; just cuddling and talking. And you tried to bring up the situation with your mom and her husband, and ask him about what was going on just so you could piece it together and guess their next move. But his reply was the same as each time, “Don’t worry about them, I’ve got this.”

-

An hour or so later, while you were in the shower, Bucky walked in and told you to get ready.

“We’re going out.” He said, shamelessly watching you.

“Out where?” you asked, and watched how he got rid of his clothes and joined you in the shower as well.

“You ask too many questions baby,” he kissed your forehead. “Just dress up, I’m taking you out.”

“You know, people think I’ve been kidnapped. I can’t walk around the city with you. They’ll see me.” You pointed out as he showered without a care in the world.

“Don’t worry, they won’t.”

 ---

 “Buck, what is this? You said we were going out.” You pointed out, surprised when you saw that you and him were approaching a private jet.

He looked right at you, “That’s right. I took you out, and I brought you here. Now let’s go.” He got out and walked over to your side to open the door for you.

He held your hand in his as you walked into the plane. And once you got inside, you began pestering him with questions about where you were going, and why, and what happens if someone sees you with him. But he simply told you not to worry, and that he had it all under control.

But you got worried. By now, your mom must’ve been informed about this. You wondered, if the traitor was of those who were really close to Bucky, or someone in the background who no one paid attention to.

 The flight ended up being quite some hours long, and you and Bucky got to catch up some more and spend time together.

You two had sex again, obviously. And he kept gazing into your eyes like he was holding back from saying something.

“What is it?” you asked at some point.

He chuckled and cupped your face, kissing your forehead. “Nothing. I love you, more than anything.” He replied.

“I love you too, more than anything.”

 ---

Bucky ended up taking you to Paris. And you turned to look at him with a surprised look on your face when you two were in the car; going somewhere he wouldn’t tell you about.

“What? It’s your favorite city in the entire world.” He gave you a big smile.

“You remember?” you held his hand in yours and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. He chuckled.

“Of course I remember.”

 He did remember, everything. He took you to Paris once before, when you first started dating. And now, even years later he still had your favorites memorized; your favorite bistro, your orders at cafés, all your favorite spots around the city where you could spend hours just looking at the scenery.

“How long are we here for?” you asked, holding his hand in your while you walked around the city, mesmerized.

“A day or two. But we can come back when all this is over.” He kissed your cheek. “Then we can stay for a longer.”

You smiled up at him, and gave him a hug.

 Bucky’s whole demeanor changed by the time you reached the hotel you were staying at. He got extremely quiet and almost broody.

“Are you okay, babe?” you asked, placing your hand on his cheek while the two of you were in the elevator going up to your hotel room.  

“Fine.” He answered and barely even looked at you.  

 You reached your floor and stepped out, got to the room and upon opening the door, he turned to give you a look which you couldn’t quite decipher immediately. But you could tell something was wrong.

“Bucky, what’s g-,”

Someone spoke up, cutting you off as soon as you stepped inside the room, with Bucky right behind you. He closed and locked the door behind him.

“So you did bring her? I see you kept your end of our deal Barnes, I’m impressed.” She spoke up and you froze.

You knew that voice all too well. She was here, your mom. And she wasn’t alone this time. Her husband was with her. Your mom was sat on one of the couches in the corner of the room, and he husband stood right beside her; smug look on his face.

 You panicked and looked over at Bucky, hoping he’d do something, but he didn’t even look at you. Instead he faced the other two with a smirk. “I’m a man of my words.” He said, professionally.

And you were having trouble wrapping your head around what exactly was going on. You turned to Bucky for some clarification but something was different about him. Something was off.

“I’m sorry babygirl, I hope you can forgive me one day.” He spoke, with nothing but pride and carelessness.

And that was the last thing you heard before you felt a sharp pain in your neck, and everything turned black.

a/n: ah, the classic twist. I’m sorry… or am I?

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Genre: Fluff/Kinda Angsty

Student!au

Fuckboy!au

Characters: Jungkook/reader(female)

Words: 2k

Warnings: Swearing and Bullying.

A/N: 10, 36, 44 jungkook, boyxgirl student!au & fuckboy!au something fluffy where the girl is really shy and kinda scared of kookie because he is your local fuckboy and really not that nice but he secretly likes her and wants to be her friend enemies/strangers to lovers or something like that keep up the great work, your blog is lovely!

10. “you’re cute when you’re angry”

36. “your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve heard”

44. “you never have to be afraid of me”

“Well, look who we have here.” you hear the familiar annoying voice fill your eardrums as the footsteps get closer to your locker. You roll your eyes while switching out your math book for the science. “Okay, maybe if you just ignore him, he’ll go away.” you thought to yourself, hoping that maybe he wasn’t talking about you. But sure enough, it was you that he was targeting. “How are you doing today cutie?” he was leaning against the locker next to yours with that annoying smirk on his face.

All you wanted to do was smack that stupid look off his face. He’s always an ass to you for no logical reason, he’d make jokes about you or find something to tease you about. Whether it was your hair that day, or how he saw you working at the shop on the weekend he never failed to find something. With how mean he was to you, it made the event that happened last week even more confusing.

You walked from first period to second, keeping your head low. Jungkook hasn’t found you yet today and you were hoping to keep it that way. Not paying attention to what was in front of you, you bump into someone causing your books to fall from your arms. You quickly look up to bow, saying that you're sorry for not watching where you were going, after bending down to pick up your books that had fell. You go to reaching for your science book but to your surprise, it's kicked out from under your hand down the hallway. Looking up Sunny looking down at you.

“Oops I must have kicked it by accident, my bad.” she laughed, if you weren’t already sold on the fact that it was done on purpose, then the tone of her voice would have told you. But you just simply ignored her, just trying to pick up all your books before you caused any more problems. Getting up from the ground you see a boy about 6’4” staring at you. “So you’re the dork that just bumped into my girlfriend”

“Yes, and I’m sorry but if you could excuse me I’d like to get to class,” you said trying to walk around him only to be pulled back by him. He slammed you into the locker that was behind you, causing you to drop your books again as you hit the surface, you winced as pain shot up your back making you fall to your knees. At this point, everyone was looking in your direction, although the pain in your back was distracting you from the embarrassment this was causing.

“Get up bitch!” he yelled, you tried to move but the shooting pain caused you stop. “Hey, didn’t you hear what I just said?” he moved his hand down to grab the collar of your shirt, you start preparing yourself for the pain of being pulled up when you Jungkook’s voice coming from down the hall.

“Hey, didn’t you realize that maybe she doesn’t care you said?” Jungkook said, lucky causing him to let go of my shirt as he moved over to stand in front of Jungkook, making the height difference very obvious.

“Who the fuck asking what you thought little boy?” he asked taking a step closer to Jungkook, lucky the bell rang sending everyone on their way to second class. “You’re lucky this time.” he babbled on, slowing moving away from Jungkook.

“Whatever you say, but if I were you I’d get to class before you end up in detention for the fourth time this week,” Jungkook stated, waiting for the boy to turn the corner before he walked over to you asking you were okay.

“My back-” you winced. Before you were able to try and say anything else he had picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the nurse's office. He stayed with you while the nurse was looking after you and even took you home early, making sure to pick up all your books. For someone who annoyed you 24/7, he was really sweet when he wanted to be.

“I was doing just fine till you showed up,” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Now just throwing stuff around your locker, in hopes that he’ll leave before you’re done, even though you know that’s probably not going to happen. You usually try to keep to yourself, not talking to many people which works because no one really talks to you. At least till Jungkook showed up. After moving here last year, he’d flirt with every girl he could and actually had a girlfriend within the first few days of being here, not that it lasted more than a week though. That’s how all his relationships went, if they weren’t one night stands they lasted no more than a week or two. You really could blame everyone wanting to get with him though, no matter how much you disliked Jungkook he’s very good looking, even you can’t lie on that one.

No matter how hot he was though, it didn’t change the fact that he always found a way to annoy you. It also didn’t matter how many girls he had trying to get into his pants, if you were around he didn’t seem to care about them. Only forcing his attention on you, probably trying his best to mess with you. “Oh come on baby, I know you're excited to see me.” he smiled showing his two front teeth that almost made him look bunny like. You shoved your head back into your locker, realizing that he’s not going to leave, having to try to figure out what plan B is going to be. Looking around, you quickly noticed that you left your essay for science in your last class. You close your locker, turn around and walk away not even looking at Jungkook, but you knew that he was quickly following behind you. “Hey, where are you going?”

“I left my essay in the math room. Why are you following me?” you answered his question with one of your own, walking fast so could go get your essay without being late for your next class.

“I just thought a pretty lady like yourself should have someone walk her to class,” he smirked, making you hate the fact that it made him look even hotter than he already is. You kept walking, deciding to just ignore him and whatever he was trying to get from you. Once you stepped into the classroom you saw the (f/c) folder sitting on your desk, leaving Jungkook’s side, walking over to the desk as you hear the door slam shut. You turn around to see Jungkook with his hands up as to say “I didn’t do that”, you run over to the door finding that it was locked, your essay was soon forgotten in your mind.

“Shit,” you groan, messing with the doorknob hoping that it’s jammed and will come loose. “Why the hell did you close it?” you question him.

“Hey, I didn’t even touch the door, but I do have to say that you’re cute when you’re angry,” he said stepping closer to you so you were trapped between him and the wall. He moved his arm up to rest on the wall beside your head, realizing how muscular he is while you eyed his forearm, also realizing how much hotter it made him. In the short time that you had been locked in this room, he had already taken off his dark red blazer and had the sleeves of his white button down rolled up, cursing whoever thought school uniforms were a good idea.

“J-Jeon I would move away if I w-”

“Why should I?” he interrupted moving his face even closer to yours, making your breath hitch as you flinched back. What was he trying to get from this? Was he just trying to embarrass you? He must have seen the frightened look in your eyes because next thing you know his hands on your chin making you look him in the eyes. “Hey, you never have to be afraid of me, okay?”

“W-Why are you like this?” you breathed nervously, looking down at the floor.

“What do you mean by that babygirl?” he stepped away from your body, letting you move away from the wall.  

“I mean, why is it always me? Why are you always after me, always annoying me every chance, always finding ways so you can ruin every good moment I have? Why do you always have to go out of your way to embarrass me, or always find something to tease me about? But you know what the worst part about this is? No matter how many times you annoying me, tease me, make fun of me, or embarrass me. It doesn’t change the fact that I’ve fallen for you, I’ve fallen so hard and I hate myself for it. Why do you have to always be so charming, good looking, funny. You’re always such an ass to me yet I still get butterflies when I see you. I hate when you call names like babygirl or cutie but it makes my heart beat a thousand time faster. I hate how you stand up for me when someone's bothering me and how you’re actually really nice. I hate you but I can’t help but love you at the same time.” you barely got the last words out of your mouth before he moved his body close to yours taking his lips on yours. It surprised you at first, not responding to the kiss right away. You were shocked, not knowing what to do or why he was kissing you. You mind ran with questions.

Just as Jungkook was about to pull away, you started kissing back. He moved one to the side of your face while the other was on your waist. The kiss was passionate and rough, your tongues fought for dominance. Both of his hands moved to your waist to pick you up, sitting you on the desk that was behind you and moving in between your legs.

“I should've done this a long time ago if that's how you kiss,” he whispered against your lips, making you giggle while pulling away from the kiss. “But no in all seriousness, (Y/n) I really like and have for quite awhile now. I don’t know why I treat you like I do, but I that I love when ever I get to see you smile. Would you maybe like to go on a date with me this weekend?” at this point he was blushing with his bunny teeth showing. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“This isn’t going to be one of your one night stands or a two thing?” you question him, mainly for the fact that you got to tease him for it.

“Of course not babygirl,” he said while laughing. You enjoyed this side of Jungkook, all giggly and happy, it almost makes you think of a little kid. “So how about it, will you go out with me (Y/n)?”

“Yeah, I’ll go out with you Jungkook.” you giggled, pulling him down to kiss you again, this time it was less rough and more soft and sweet, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

He pulled away looking you in the eyes, “Did you know that your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Just shut up and kiss me you hopeless romantic.” he leaned back in taking your lip once again. Your hands tangled in his dark chocolate brown hair while his rest just above your ass, lightly grabbing it. The idea of getting to science to hand in your essay was forgotten and most likely not going to pop into either of your minds anytime soon. Hell, this was so much better than learning about Polyatomic Ions anyways.

I didn’t make the reader that afraid of Jungkook but I hope that it’s still okay.

-Masterlist

-Inbox

[sinner-as-saint]

Love Made Me Crazy - 2.

CEO/ Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Part 2 of the Love Made Me Crazy series.

Run-through: It was all strategic; a plan meticulously constructed by you and your business partner; against James Buchanan Barnes. Not to take him down, no. But just to be one step ahead of him in the business world by uncovering his secrets; to learn his ways and hope to be better than him in every way possible. The façade you put up – of being close to him and earning his trust was supposed to be short-lived, most importantly; harmless. But then as always, things got a tad bit more complex when feelings intervened…

Themes throughout the series: ceo!bucky, angst, smut, fluff, manipulative reader, mob!bucky 

You were miserable for the first few days after you got home.

But then Tony’s confidence rubbed off on you, and the moment he said, “Remember who you are, kiddo.” You stopped sulking and you were up and ready for work in no time again.

For the next few weeks, you were engrossed in work.

You thought about Bucky from time to time. But each time Tony would come by your office and saw that you were zoning out; he’s say something funny to snap you out of it.

And while Tony never noticed, you were always keeping an eye out for Bucky. You noticed that the news stopped talking about him, so did the magazines. It felt as though he just disappeared out of nowhere.

But you knew, deep within you, that one day he’ll come by.

Little did you know that that day would be just a few months away…

 Between travelling with Tony on business trips, making more and more deals and expanding your company and making both your family and Tony proud; you lost track of time. And before you knew it, it was around three months since the last time you spoke to Bucky.

Tony never mentioned him, but Bucky was always there in the back of your mind. Then some more time went on and a certain rumor floated around – about how James Buchanan Barnes morphed into what they called a mob boss. Rumor had it that he was mean and ruthless now. That he dealt with things he didn’t before, and his associates were no longer famous businessmen, but other members of the underworld and the mafia. Some even went to say that he had a gang; a large, armed association who worked for him.

No one knew exactly what he did, or how. All they ever said was that he had turned into a ‘monster’. And people wondered what triggered this sudden switch in his behavior; but you didn’t. You did have an idea of what might have done that.

You looked everywhere, just to feed your curiosity, for more information about him. But never found anything; no pictures, no articles, nothing.

So you gave up.

If he’s a mob boss, with a gang and dealing with stuff which are out of your league – then he surely wouldn’t have time to even think about you. or find you, to extract some stupid revenge.

Right?

 ---

Wrong.

Almost another month later, while you were trying to shut out any news about Bucky, or what he had become – he managed to find you.

 You came home one evening; after – not a bad – but a rather bizarre day. You hadn’t heard from Tony all day. Usually, on days when he can’t drop by your office, he calls. But you heard nothing from his end today. You called him, and texted him, but he replied to nothing.

Upon entering your front yard you realized that your front door was wide open. You looked around and you saw several black SUVs and a little voice in the back of your mind whispered to you;

Well, seems like he found you.

You closed your eyes and sighed. There was no escaping the confrontation. So you put on your serious, mean face and entered your own home with caution.

 And there he was, standing in the middle of the living room, with his back to you. This was the first time you were seeing him in six months and he seemed so different. Not even his stance was the same as it used to be.

He heard you step closer and he turned around to face you; with a smug smirk on his face.

“Hello baby.” he said, and you were surprised for a moment.

He was so different. His long hair was gone. His facial hair was somewhat the same – a light stubble as always. The shine in his eyes was no longer there. He looked like his past self, just meaner and more ruthless – like people said he was.

Dark coat, hands in his pockets; he looked powerful. Even more than earlier.

Seeing you weren’t replying, he spoke again. “It took me a month to track you down, you know that.” He said, that smug smirk never leaving his face.

You decided to straighten your back and face him with confidence. “Really? I thought your people would be quicker than that.” You said, carefully hinting that you were aware of who he had become. What he had become.

He scoffed.

“Tony hides you well. I bet you’re his favorite weapon.” He was bitter, and honestly, he had every right to be. You would be too, if you were in his shoes.

You scoffed.

“That I am. Care to tell me why you’re here?” you needed him to get to the point already. This suspense was killing you, and the guilt was too.

His answer was short. “For you.”

You chuckled, throwing your purse on the nearby couch and crossing your arms over your chest and faced him with the same powerful stance he faced you. Neither of you was less than the other; if Bucky was now an infamous, mighty mob boss. Then you were no less; you were the owner of the largest business company at the moment. Hence, this confrontation was a clash of egos more than anything.

“What are you gonna do, kill me because I left you at the altar?” you asked, knowing damn well you were pushing his buttons.

He chuckled, looking down momentarily before he took a few steps forward and looked you in the eyes again.

“No. I’m going to drag you to that same altar again. And you will be mine.” he said and you almost laughed again. “You’re arrogant, and proud. Of what? Your name, your job?” he chuckled again and leaned in closer. “I’m going to take all that away from you.”

One could say he was threatening you, but his eyes told you that he was almost daring you to snap back.

“You know, people did say you were a monster. They never said you were a lunatic as well. But I see it now.” you sassed at him. “Now get your delusional ass out of my house.”

He scoffed.

“I heard you sent your mom on a world tour, correct? And she’s currently in Maldives, is that right? Well then I’m sure neither of you would mind if her little trip is interrupted by a couple of bullets. I don’t know, if she’s not careful, one or two might hit her, don’t you think so baby?” he spoke, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was aware of everything going on in your life right now.

You wanted nothing more than to just punch his pretty face, but you contained yourself. And kept your calm and composure. Being hyper would only show that you were the weak one here.

“So, if I don’t marry you, you will hurt my mom?” you said it as though you found his threat childish and idiotic.

Bucky scoffed. “I never used any of those words. See, all this time and you’re still manipulating me and twisting my words, you-,”

You cut him off.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! What are you gonna do, tie me up and take me with you?” you sounded much more calm than you expected but you were starting to lose your patience.

Bucky looked like he was mocking your state.

“Well, technically I can do whatever I want with you.” He sounded cocky. “You see baby, I just bought your entire company. And you and Stark with it.”

To you, he still sounded like a lunatic.

“That’s impossible.” You shook your head at him, refusing to believe his crap for even a second.

He looked over at you and smirked, then signaled one of his guys to bring you a file of some sort. You hadn’t even realized that you were surrounded by his guards and his people until now.

The man handed you over the papers and you skimmed through and immediately noticed that the papers and signatures were fake. Tony’s signature was on there too, and you got worried.

“Where’s Tony? I swear to God, if you hurt him I-,”

He cut you off.

“Relax babygirl. Tony’s fine, he’s been taken care of.” Bucky sounded like your typical villain.

Now you were really starting to lose it. “This is fake. Everything on this is f-,”

He cut you off again like it was nothing. “Yeah, and? What are you going to do about it?” he shrugged like he hadn’t just ruined everything in your life.

You could tell he didn’t do it for the money, but rather just for the sake of snatching your power away from you.

You were running out of things to say. “You have no right.”

He clenched his jaw and stepped closer to you, almost too close. “And you didn’t have the right to mess with me either. To fuck me over and use me however you wanted. And leave me when your heart desired. But you still did it, didn’t you baby?”

He had refrained himself from saying ‘guess we’re even now.’ But he wasn’t done yet. Oh, he was far from done.

The guilt weighed you down. It hurt. The one thing you did everything for, the business whose responsibility your dad left in your hands, was now gone. It wasn’t even yours anymore. You knew the documents were fake, but you also knew that no one would even dare to oppose James Buchanan Barnes now; they barely did it back then, and now that he had become…this, there was no way you could legally fight him to get back what’s yours.

“Hurts, doesn’t it? Loving and caring for something, doing everything you can for it but then having someone come in and snatch it away from you. It’s killing you, isn’t it?” his taunts hurt like a thousand cuts.

You knew you couldn’t shed a tear and seem hurt or weak in front of him; so you held it all in.

“Why do you want to marry me? You’re taking everything from me already. You’ll never be happy with me.” You sounded calm again, broken this time.

He nodded, agreeing.

“Neither will you. That’s the price I’m willing to pay. You never wanted to be mine, but now you won’t have much of a choice. Your family, your job, your reputation, it’s all under my control now.” he leaned in as to whisper in your ear. “I own all of you, babygirl.” He said, teasing. More like mocking your helplessness.

You glared at him when he pulled away. He had chosen his words right just to trigger a memory – a rather old one…

 -flashback-

“I own all of you, babygirl.” Bucky mumbled against your skin as he kissed every inch of your body while you laid naked in his bed.

You and Bucky were back from a dinner party, and he was being persistent that someone had been flirting with you all night long. So now he was reminding you that you’re only his.

You giggled as his soft lips kissed your neck, while his hands fondled with your breasts. His hair tickled your skin and your giggled turned into a whine as he mercilessly nibbled on your sweet spot; making you arch your back off the surface of the satin sheets of his large bed.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” he growled in your ear while you whimpered just at the sound of his voice.

You felt his hand roaming your body, touching you wherever he could; down your sides, your thighs, and dragging his fingers along your legs as you wrapped them around his waist – pulling him closer.

The need to have him was growing deep inside you.

His cologne and his raw smell filled your mind and his beard scratched your skin as he pressed his lips to yours. And you moaned into his mouth as you felt his hand dipped in between your legs – determined to remind you that you belonged to him, and scared that someone might snatch you from his grasp.

He dipped his head down and nuzzled your neck, nibbling on your soft skin and leaving marks behind which would definitely show for the coming few days.

Your back arched off the bed surface and you let out a quiet moan as soon as he found your sweet spot. He left a loving bruise there and went back to kissing your lips.

His body was warm and comforting. You relished his warmth.

He rubbed his knuckles up and down your folds. It was almost embarrassing how quickly your arousal started leaking out of you.

Bucky chuckled as his fingers spread your wetness around and dipped his head into the crook of your neck again. He kissed your skin all the way till he reached your breasts; and took one of them in his mouth.

His tongue toyed with the bud while his fingers slipped past your entrance.

You rolled your hips against his hand and moaned when he curled his fingers inside you. He pumped his two fingers in and out of you while his mouth teased your sensitive bud. Bucky kissed down your body and soon, his face was in between your legs.

You supported yourself up with your elbows as you watched his actions intently. He didn’t break eye contact as he brought his face closer and closer to your dripping core. You let out a quiet moan when you felt his lips on your sensitive spot. His hands wrapped around your thighs as he angled your body better and slipped his tongue past your wet folds, poking your entrance lazily.

The tip of his tongue circled around your clit and your body shuddered under him. Your elbows couldn’t hold you up anymore so you let go and fell back on the bed.

Your hands found their way into his soft hair again and you tugged on it as his beard scratched the skin around your core. In that moment, you were undoubtedly under his control. And you shamelessly loved each second of it.

He devoured you passionately, and the wet sounds erupting from his actions were downright obscene – and didn’t affect him in the least. Instead, each sound which slipped out of your mouth only intensified the fire he felt within.

With a couple more strokes from his tongue, your legs began trembling against him. Your grip on his hair got a little tighter and your moans were much more audible as you came all over his tongue. He lapped up all that you gave him and kissed his way up your body again.

“You belong to me.” He mumbled against your lips before he leaned in and kissed you deeply again.

 -end of flashback-

 You could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking about the same thing as you. Judging by the smirk on his face, you could tell that he wanted you to think of that exact moment.

Despite the uncountable amount of things that were wrong with this situation, you couldn’t help but feel as though the Bucky you had betrayed was still in there somewhere, hiding behind the façade of the big bad mob boss. And you wanted to apologize, but then the smirk on his face ruined the moment.

“Seems like I triggered a memory. Was it a good one?” he teased. And you rolled your eyes at him, whispering swear words under your breath.

He chuckled. “Pack your bags, I’ll come and get you tomorrow morning.” He spoke and started walking away but then halted and turned around again. “And don’t even think about running, my guys will be outside, keeping an eye on you.” he finally turned around to walk away. “See you tomorrow babygirl.” He added.

You scoffed and swore under your breath again. “You’re crazy you know that?” you yelled after him.

And you heard him chuckle again as he approached the front door. He turned to look at you, a smug smirk on his face which hid all the pain perfectly.

“You made me crazy.” He spat bitterly. And with that said, with a straight face and no emotion, he walked away and slammed the door shut behind him.

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