#bullet club gold smut

[coleskingdom]

High Rollers, Keep Em High

Jay White xF Reader

Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW

Inspired by this

“ I feel like Colten and Austin got robbed?” I told Jay as we were sitting in the couch one evening. “What do you mean? “ Jay asked his curiosity peaked. “ I mean they haven’t gotten to experience the perks of being in Bullet Club. Hell I even miss the old days. They’re young they should be out running shit, have you even taken them out.” he slid closer to me “Colten is older than I am, I’m sure their dad took them out.” he said “ Jay you can’t be serious. “ I shoved him playfully, “After all the time that was spent creating the aura of bullet club you’re gonna just cop out with their dad took them. For fucks sake till they were with you they looked like they shopped at an hbk fire sale for their gear. What’s one night? I don’t even have to go, take the boys out they deserve one night.” I said hoping to convince him “ Oh no , you’re not dumping this on me, I hear your point, and I think you’re right. Besides if there’s gonna be a one night extravaganza you have to be there since you miss it so much.” he laughed pulling me in close.

I kept waiting for him to tell me what he had planned, and the weeks went on. As the days ticked off ahead of Double or Nothing I thought for sure he would’ve said something finally the week of the show I told him “So I rented a room at that place in Vegas. I arranged the bottle service, cigars, and entertainment for the evening. Will you please make sure that the boys are dressed appropriately?” I said casually “ You really want them to see what it means when I say high rollers keep em high. Seriously though I was going to take care of it but thank you.I did however take care of our hotel for the weekend, I got us the bungalow at the cosmopolitan that you like so much.” he said walking up behind me and putting his arms around me. “Thank you for taking care of the boys. You’ve always been so good to me and them.” He kissed the side of my neck. “ I’ll take care of the boys and lay the rules out , I may even invite a few of your favorite people. I know this integration isn’t your favorite but I appreciate you doing this.” He said “ You’re welcome” wondering what he had planned.

Arriving at the hotel, it was just as I remembered the pool looking over the strip, the bath tub that o could lay down in, “ Jay, I was wrong, we don’t need to go out. We can stay in” I pleaded, “ Oh no, this was your idea. You better go get ready, we have a car coming.” he slapped me on the ass playfully. “Fine, but I’m gonna make you regret denying the offer.” I said sauntering off . “I have no doubt in my mind that you will.”as I shut the bathroom door. I emerged, Jay looking handsome as ever his black suit with the black shirt open , the gold watch the only, and the aviators his only accessories , his hair pulled up into a bun. “Jesus Jay, really, I’m not letting you go out like that.” he chuckled, “Your one to talk on your short black dress and heels, can you even sit in that ?” Pulling me into his side. “ We are quite the pair” he said admiringly.

We went down stairs to the waiting limo, both Colten and Austin were down there, Juice and Toni, then the surprises started showing up , Adam and Britt, Matt , Nick and Page. I hugged each of them “ Kayfabe is good and dead huh?” I said laughing at Cole. “ Well if there was ever a night for the devil to show up, it sounds like it’s tonight besides Britt wasn’t around then.” he laughed ,”Besides those Gunn Boys are gonna need reigning in” I figured I’d come in as back up. “Who convinced Matt and Nick to show up?” Still genuinely surprised “Did I hear someone ask who convinced me? Does everyone forget we were part of the original members? Besides we didn’t celebrate the 10 year anniversary better late than never right.” Matt said . “ Everyone in, let’s get the night rolling “ Jay said as though he was hoarding cats.

The room reserved that had been previously draped in black and white was now draped in black and gold. The dim lighting, the rooms segregated off into, a cigar lounge, a bar and then the stage with for the dancers. “ It’s perfect, it’s like stepping back into time.” Jay said “ Boys welcome to Bullet Club” as Jay handed Austin and Colten each a wad of cash . We took a seat in a darken corner, Jays natural instinct to watch everything took over, I curled in close to him. The drinks were following and everyone was having a good time. Britt and Cole came and sat across from us. “ Were we ever that bad ?” Pointing over his shoulder to Colten who had a girl on his lap a drink and money in his mouth. “Do you really want me to answer that?” Jay asked laughing “All I know is when I was handed the keys and the playbook your group left was something else.” Jay said “ Alright so we were that bad, well some of us, once in awhile.” Adam could tell Britt was paying attention. I looked at Britt and laughed. “ I’m kidding, before me they all stayed playing video games eating pizza and cuddling in their footie pajamas." Jay said getting the reaction out of Adam he wanted. Adam’s exasperated face made it all the funnier. He grabbed Britt’s hand and found somewhere else to be. “ Did you really need to do that?”, I asked still laughing , “ What you wanted the old me so here I am?” his smug grin telling me all I needed to know.

I had noticed one of the entertainers had her eyes on Jay. She looked him up and down , settling on his face wondering what the aviators were hiding, her curiosity just about to get the best of her. Her confident strut as she made her way over. “Just like the old days you’re being eyed.” I looked at the woman as I put my hand possessively on Jays thigh. “Jealous, much my dear” his voice teasing my ear, “She’s just doing her job. Do you want her to dance for us ? Do you want her to grind on me while you watch or should she grind on you while I watch? My personal favorite though is you sitting on my lap while she grinds on you and I grind on you.“ his voice that unnerving calm that was so seductive it just has an edge of danger. “ I want you to pay her to go away. As for me being jealous what do you want the answer to be Jay? No, because I trust you or Yes, because you are mine, and I don’t trust myself when she looks at you like she’s going to devour you.” I said. Jay pulled me on his lap kissing me, in full display of the entire room, his mouth claiming mine, in a show of dominance. His hand with cash over my shoulder for the woman. When he pulled away, I was breathless, “If someone is devouring anyone tonight, it’s me going to be devouring you.” his voice pure sin. He kissed me again then moved his lips on my neck in this dark corner of the room , a little noise escaped my mouth. “Shhhh… you’re gonna give yourself away. “ He kissed me again bringing me to be straddled across his lap, his hands on my ass, my hands in his hair. “Do you want to get out of here?”he said. Pulling me down on his hard length. “Not yet” I said, I could still feel the woman’s eyes on us, Jay kissed my neck as his hands ran up and down my sides before returning to my mouth.

“Jay, follow me. “ I said as I got off of his lap. I took his hand leading him towards the bathroom, I stepped inside grateful that it was more of a powder room he followed. “Dirty Girl” his voice like velvet, “ Couldn’t even wait to get in the car before you needed me.” His hands lowering the straps of my dress “ Now can you be quiet, or are you hoping that the dancer is listening on the other side of the door.” His mouth grazing over my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging the other one. A little whimper escaping, “That’s it isn’t it.” Pinching my nipple while his teeth bit the other, a moan slipped from my mouth as I tugged at his hair. He dropped to his knees in front of me lifting the dress up around my hips, he lowered the thong, helping me step out of it “These are mine now"as he put them in his pocket. He pressed my back against the door my hand on the knob for balance as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and his mouth was on my core,licking and sucking, “Oh fuck Jay” words and moans falling from me, he kept going my hand holding his head , where I needed him. I felt the pressure build, his well practiced mouth drawing my orgasm from me, a louder than intended moan fell from my lips as I said his name. The smugness on his face when he lowered my leg from his shoulder. “ I think you’ve proven your point” he said wickedly “ Actually I don’t think I have” I said reaching for the button of his pants. “Greedy Girl, I think you’re right.” As my hands slid down his pants and boxers. “ Is this what you need? To claim what you already know is yours?”Lifting me up against the door, his cock aligned with my center, as he thrust in. “Yes” his pace was fast and I held onto him, scratching his back as he bit my neck. I moaned and clenched around him, drawing a groan from him. He changed the angle just enough that he was hitting deep inside and my clit. He could feel my second impending orgasm,as his own approached. I felt him twitch inside me. I cried out his name, as I felt it wash over me. He thrust two more times as I felt his release, I kissed him deeply, my hands now running gently through his hair. Soothing words fell from my lips, as our breathing returned to normal I kept him close to me.

He helped me down, as we both tried to compose ourselves, “Can I have my panties back” I asked reaching out my hand. “Nope, in fact I’m going to let them show out of my back pocket.” he said mercilessly. I looked at him in the mirror my cheeks flushed, my lips swollen. “How do I look?” I asked, trying to compose my self. “Well fucked and satisfied “ he grinned, as he was smoothing out his own hair, and putting the aviators back on. He put his arms around my waist his chin on the top of my head. “Let’s get out of here.” he said , I nodded as he took my hand and led me out the door.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

King Switch 🩸🗡️

Jay White X Fem Reader

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ knife play, wax play, blood, unprotected sex, oral (f) receiving

Summary: It started off as a joke. Everyone always called Jay a knife pervert because he was a freak who wore a switchblade around his neck. Soon the nickname got to his head and Jay started feeling things he hadn’t felt before. Feelings that made him want to try new things in the bedroom.

An: I'm alive, I haven't posted anything in weeks because I have been so busy but I finally sat my ass down and wrote this fic I was meaning to write for months. Enjoy!

There was no secret that Jay White was different than other men. He was a total freak that was bat-shit crazy for you. Everyone knew about his things for knives but everyone assumed it was just a gimmick. It was for a while until it became much more than just an act. The first person to call Jay a knife pervert was Chuck Taylor, he said it jokingly at first but the nickname quickly caught on. One might think Jay was offended by the word, that he didn’t like the names but he loved it. The name was quick to get to his head, his freakish behaviors became more risky and noticeable. At times you had to beg him to stop, he couldn't just eat you from under one of the tables in catering. You could see the look in his eyes change every time someone mentioned the nickname. He became predatory, he looked psychotic, it turned him on. There were times when Jay refused to take off the switchblade around his neck. He liked the way the cool metal felt on his hot skin. He liked the sight of him pounding into you while the blade dangled from his neck above you, he loved the way you would sit on his cock, keeping him warm as you carefully played with the blade. At the end of the day it was a real knife he wore around his neck, he had to be careful he didn’t cut himself or you by mistake but he always wondered what if. Jay had become so fixated on being called a knife pervert that he knew he had to explore what exactly a knife pervert would do. 

When Jay texted you to come over you knew what he wanted. He had been texting you all day about how badly he missed you, how he was a starving man and your cunt was the only thing that would save him from salvation. Jay was never shy about how hard you made him, he always wanted you to know that no one else could make him feel the things he felt when he was with you. When you entered his apartment you were greeted by darkness. Just as you were about to call out his name you noticed the piece of paper on the floor. ‘Keep all of the lights off. Follow the candles honeybee’

You noticed the trail of candles that led to the bedroom. When you opened the door you saw him. Your boyfriend lay in bed, the thin white sheet had made a tent, he was extremely hard and was staring into your soul. The room was dark, multiple candles being your only light source. As you approached him you noticed handcuffs and a variety of knives on the nightstand. “What’s all this?” you asked nervously. “I want to try something new,” he told you calmly. He could see the fear in your eyes and was quick to calm you. “Don’t worry honeybee, I won’t be using any of this on you. I want- no need for you to do this for me. Do you think you can do that for me?” “I don’t want to hurt you,” you told him but he assured you he would be fine. 

You followed his instructions carefully. He watched you strip before him. How you slowly took off your shirt and pants. How you played with yourself as you took off your bra and underwear. He was salivating at the sight of you playing with your nipples, fighting back a moan. “Come here baby girl, I need to taste you,” He told you. You carefully climbed on the bed and sat on his face as he instructed. There was something about the way you came on his face that drove him to insanity. He was a madman who loved nothing more than to get drunk on your sweetness. He ate you like he was a starving man, like his life depended on it. He always knew exactly what he was doing, he knew what you needed without you ever having to say it and right now you needed to cum. Jay continued the assault on your pussy as your orgasm washed over you, making sure to lap up every drop. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Jay told you “As much as I want to eat you out to the point where you are crying there are some other things I want to do with you” 

You carefully placed kitten licks and kissed his hard cock before slowly sinking down on him. Jay handed you a candle and asked you to pour it on him. You hesitated at first before pouring the wax on his chest. You could feel how turned on Jay was as the hot wax landed on his skin, instantly hardening. “Fuck, it feels so good” Jay wined out. Next, you picked up a knife and carefully removed the wax from his chest. You left light scratches on his chest and arms with the blade, admiring the pleasure you were able to bring him. “Y/n…” Jay asked sheepishly. “Yes” “Do you love me?” “Of course I love you, what kind of stupid question is that” “Than I need you to do this for me”

You couldn't believe what he was asking you. He wanted you to take the blade he wore daily and create 5 deep cuts on his right peck. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” You asked him nervously. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life” You watched the beads of blood form as you made the first incision. You felt almost like a doctor performing surgery.  “Fuck” He grunted as his hips bucked into yours unintentionally. The blade was now covered in his blood as you created the second mark. Jay began thrusting up into you as you continued to draw blood. The two of you slowly became covered in his blood. You had never felt so full in your life. “I need more” Jay cried out once you created the third and fourth cut. The fifth mark was the hardest, the incision going diagonally through the other four wounds. The fifth wound was the deepest, you kissed him passionately to silence the moans and grunts that fell from his lips. You kissed the wounds and began to ride Jay hard and fast as you could knowing Jay was desperate for that release. You continued to ride him through his release which triggered your own, cumming for the second time tonight. The sensation that washed over you both was something you had never felt before. You carefully traced your fingers over the fresh wounds. Jay hissed at the touch, he was overstimulated and sensitive everywhere, never experiencing such a powerful orgasm. “You really are a knife pervert” you told Jay playfully as you put the switchblade around your neck. “I can’t wait to see what else this blade can do” He told mischievously.  

[midwestmade29]

Jealousy 💚

Why is a jealous Jay White so hot? 😂 Thank you @coleskingdom for always sharing your extensive knowledge on King Switch with me and letting me pick your brain all the time 🥰 This story is for everyone that participated in my recent poll and voted for Jay. Enjoy 🖤

Word count: 2.4k Divider by: Me GIF by me 🙂

Disclaimers: Jealousy, cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

When Jay sees you talking to your ex, he lets his jealousy get the best of him…

You, Will and Jay go back a long time. In Japan, Will and Jay often wrestled each other, had corresponding storylines, and even belonged to the same faction for a period of time. Outside of the ring, they were friends until you got thrown into the mix. After being introduced to Will one night, the two of you hit it off immediately and ended up in an official relationship!

Things with the two of you were going well, but Jay sort of became background noise the more time you and Will spent together. He often excused himself from conversations and social events that you guys were at. You enjoyed your friendship with Jay, but you could always tell something bothered him about holding that title.

Unfortunately, everything changed between you and Will when you got the opportunity to move back to the United States. The two of you had several long, difficult conversations about your relationship and if it could withstand that kind of distance. Both of you ultimately decided to end things with the breakup being amicable with nothing but love and respect for each other. Will and Jay stayed behind and went on to have extreme success in NJPW while you found your own in AEW.

-> 2023 <- A couple years later, you and Jay rekindled your friendship, and in no time your friendship blossomed into a full-blown relationship. The two of you were inseparable! When Jay signed his AEW contract, you were with him every step of the way, from the decision making, negotiating, and signing his name on the dotted line. His new deal opened up so many opportunities for him and allowed the two of you to live in the same country after being apart for so long. AEW was lucky to have him on their roster, but you felt like you were the lucky one finally having him by your side.

-> 2024 <- A lot can change in a year, that’s for sure! Never in your wildest dreams did you think your current boyfriend and your ex would end up signed to the same wrestling company again, but here they are. Sure, Will had done things with AEW before, but now he was officially All Elite! The two of you had fallen out of touch over time, chalking it up to having thriving careers, living in different time zones, and simply growing a part. Will had since moved on and found a new love just like you did with Jay. You weren’t worried about seeing him, you were more worried what Jay would say or do to him! His jealous side wasn’t pretty.

You and Will ran into each other one night after Dynamite. You were walking to your locker room and spotted him leaning up against a wall on his phone. As soon as he noticed you too, he put his phone away and smiled!

“Well, if it isn’t the prettiest bird this side of the Atlantic,” Will said kindly while opening his arms to you. “How are you love?” Halfway through your conversation with him, you couldn’t help but notice how often his eyes would drift between looking at you and looking past you. When you heard footsteps coming from behind you, you turned around and saw Jay staring daggers at Will.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the Golden Boy himself blessing us all with his presence,” Jay called out sarcastically.

He stood next to you and draped his arm over your shoulder before making it a point to kiss you long and hard. Your cheeks were flushed when he pulled away, mostly from embarrassment but also from the possessiveness of the kiss. Will being Will extended his hand politely to Jay while offering his best “Ello’ mate” only to have the tip of a gold bat placed in his hand. “You’re breathing with the Switchblade now, Golden Boy. AEW belongs to me, this is still my era. I’d watch yourself around these parts if I were you,” Jay’s tone was low and thick with disdain while he waved his bat in Will’s face. “Well, Bruv, while I appreciate your advice, I don’t think I’m the one that needs to have my head on a swivel. You never know when a hidden blade might get ya,” he warned as he took a step towards Jay. “Put that fuckin bat in my face again and I’ll show you who’s era it really is,” Jay become rigid with anger as he stood next to you. He was about to step forward when you placed your hand on his chest, silently begging him not to take things further. When he saw the nervous look on your face, he backed down.

“Consider Y/N convincing me to spare you today your official welcoming present. Stay in your lane or next time I won’t be so nice,” Jay threatened.

With his arm still draped over your shoulder, he guided the both of you around Will and walked away. You peered back at him and mouthed “sorry,” earning a nod in return.

Tony Kahn had big plans for this week’s Dynamite at Daily’s Place! From start to finish, the show was jammed packed with some of AEW’s biggest stars, including a Casino Gauntlet match that both Jay and Will would be a part of.

Your anxiety instantly grew as you listened to Jay telling Austin and Colten about it, the wickedness in his voice completely evident. You stopped him before he went on his way and tried to reason with him,

“Please, Jay. Promise me you’ll be on your best behavior when you and Will are in the ring together. Please, for me?” “You drive a hard bargain, love. But what would the others think if I took it easy on ol’ Golden Boy? You’re dating King Switch sweetheart, not King Bitch. While I might not be on my best behavior, I’ll try not to send him to the hospital, deal?” Jay said with a wink.

He kissed you on the forehead on his way out of the room, twirling his golden bat and whistling a cheerful tune.

Will’s music blasted through the venue making the crowd go wild at his surprise entrance! He first squared up with Kyle O’Reilly before taking down Penta and Dante Martin. His small celebration was cut short when Jay snuck up behind him, putting him in a headlock and trying to land a Blade Runner on him!

Will managed to counter the signature move, stopping Jay in his tracks and forcing him to back away. To the rest of the world, the smile they shared seemed genuine, but you knew better!

After giving Will a fist bump, Jay made sure he had the upper hand when he immediately started to gouge his eyes and backed him into a corner. He landed several chops on his chest, Will making sure to return the favor before Jay rolled out of the ring. Around the 14-minute mark, the ref gave the final 3 count signifying Will as the winner! You knew once you were reunited with Jay backstage, you weren’t going to hear the end of how the “Golden Boy” took the W away from him.

It felt like the entire company was attending the party Tony Kahn was throwing at his house! His home was immaculate and so incredibly large. There were decorations all throughout the inside and around the backyard. The open bars located inside the house and by the pool were the main attractions for most while the delicious hors d’oeuvres were a close second.

Somewhere down the line you had lost track of Jay and found yourself standing at an empty cocktail table outside all by your lonesome. “Did the Switchblade cut you loose for the night?” Will jested as he sat his drink down. “I’m surprised the bloke left you all alone knowing I was lurking around,” “Ha ha, very funny. He’s mingling around here somewhere, I’m sure. Not really my thing,” you winked. “He doesn’t own me, you know. I’m free to talk to whomever I want,”

It was obvious Will wanted to say something else on the matter, but he let it go and tried to make small talk instead.

“So, are all of Tony’s parties like this? Extravagant and crowded? I don’t think the lad spared any cost,”   “Definitely! He just wants everyone to enjoy themselves and have a good time. You’d be crazy to turn down an invitation to one of his events,” you chuckled.

The conversation with you and Will was light and fun, but he eventually got pulled away to talk with some of the other guests. Almost right on cue, Jay walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you flush against his chest.

“Having a good time chatting it up with Golden Boy?” his voice was honey in your ear, even though you knew there was more behind his question than sweetness.

You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and speaking softly, “I would’ve been having a better time if I was chatting it up with you. Where have you been? I missed you,” “Trying to keep the boys out of trouble. It’s a full-time job as you know. I’m here now love, I’m all yours,” “Good,” you smiled. “Right now, I think I’d like to be anywhere else but out here. It’s too peopely, if you know what I mean,” Jay picked up on what you were suggesting and grabbed your hand. He led you towards the pool house, checking every room once you were inside. When the coast was clear, he crashed his lips against yours, devouring your mouth hungrily and greedily. Your tongues danced together in perfect unison, your breathing becoming more ragged the longer your lips remained connected.

His hands roamed freely all over your body, grabbing handfuls of his favorite parts while your own were tangled in his hair. His strong arms picked you up effortlessly, carrying you over to the bar top and sitting you down on it.

You wrapped your legs around Jay’s hips, bringing him as close to you as possible. He had your dress bunched up around your waist, nearly ripping off your panties in his haste to get you bare before him. The groan he let out when he discovered you weren’t wearing a bra was low and throaty, but the moan you let out when he took your nipple in his mouth was anything but quiet.

“Usually, I’d tell you to keep it down, but I don’t think I will this time. Let it all out sweet girl, let me hear those beautiful noises you make,” Jay growled against your chest. He was enjoying this way too much.

It took everything in you not to rip his shirt wide open and make the buttons go flying everywhere! As you undid every one of them, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself at the thought of Jay walking around the rest of the night with his shirt wide open. You knew no one would even bat an eye at it because he was always putting his goods on display! The man was proud of his abs, and he had every right to be.

“Are you going to continue to eye fuck me, or can we move on to the real deal sweetheart?” he jested. “I’d prefer the latter,”

His white linen pants were down around his ankles now, his underwear quickly joining them when you yanked them down in a hurry.

“So eager for me, aren’t you sweet girl? I bet you thought about this all night, didn’t you?”

The look on Jay’s face as he inched himself inside your wet folds was incredibly sexy, filled with pure lust and need. No matter how many times you are intimate together, it never gets old. The two of you were undeniably and completely love drunk off one another.

Every thrust of Jay’s hips echoed through the room as they slapped against you, each one purposeful and deep. His face was buried in your neck, your arms wrapped around his with your fingers laced in his hair. His firm chest was pressed against yours, barely an inch of room in between them.

You could’ve sworn you heard a door open, but Jay encouraged you to brush it off.

“Someone probably got lost, don’t worry about it. Eyes on me, love. Don’t look away,” he whispered.

You felt the tip of his hard length brush up against your sweet spot, instantly bringing your focus back on your bliss. You tried to stifle your moans and whimpers by biting Jay’s shoulder, but it was no use. You were too far gone, more than ready to topple over the edge and take your man with you. “Jay, I’m so close! So, fucking close!” you cried out.

You thought the sudden grin that covered his face was from your declaration, but little did you know the real reason. You had been right about hearing someone moments ago because Will had suddenly walked by the room you and Jay were in! Your back was facing the door, so there was no way to know about the events taking place behind you. The two men locked eyes with each other, but Jay never lost his stride.

“Tell them sweet girl, tell them who makes you feel so good. Let the whole party know who is the only one who can make you unravel like this,” he encouraged breathlessly. “Y-you Jay! Only you!” He increased his speed as he gave the middle finger to a mortified Will, making the poor guy run away in a hurry! When he returned his attention to you, Jay picked up on the signs your body was giving him, making sure to capitalize on every cue.

“That’s it, love. Cum for me! God you’re so beautiful like this,” And just like that, your entire body began to tremble, every hair standing on end as you fell apart around Jay. The inferno that had been building up inside you had spread like an unruly wildfire through every fiber of your being, burning hot and completely consuming you. Every nerve ending had come alive, firing on all cylinders, making you feel every sensation, every wave of pleasure that much more.

Jay’s erratic movements gave himself away, his grunts and whimpers becoming more frequent just moments before he came inside you. He filled you with his hot seed, making a complete mess of you.

Once you and the bar top were cleaned up, the two of you reemerged at the party. Will was nowhere to be found the rest of the night, but who could blame him? Your mind wasn’t focused on the missing Kingpin though.  You were more interested in your King Switch and when you could get him alone again.

[shuenkio]

Glass of Water | 엔.하.이.픈 ۶ৎ 제이⋆.˚ 🎃

Paring: Jay X M!reader | Genre: Heavy Smut

Synopsis: just a glass of water, take you back to your nightmare again.

Cw: size kink, cursing, rough play, mentioned of cum, unprotected séx(dni), cum inside, bad language(this fic), crush trope.

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A💀N: I hate to be that person, but hey Jay fic is rare especially with the m so why not drop another Special Halloween gift~ (language is so bad in here so bare with me 😭)

Having those party friends was like being a kitten in a dog's cage, and as a nerd too, you were suffocating however at least you got friends to cure your boredom's life.

The sky shifted from gold to violet as the sun dipped below the horizon. Where in a club, you were drinking, dancing your ass out with your friends, forget yourself for the night just throw away all the worries.

However, it unfortunately happens when you are unconscious about yourself, last night until now, you find yourself in bed, an unfamiliar place In front of your face, not to mention there's someone else also in bed with you too. Panic sent down to your spine, as you get a closer look at that guy, seems familiar before you pull out the blanket out of his face, then it hits you like a bang of bullet, Jay? ... The senior that everyone loves on campus? What is he doing here? No way.

Feeling vulnerable and exposed, you dig your eyes down under the blanket to see you are actually naked, no this can't be happening. Not what you were thinking about it was right now. The atmosphere grows jarring, the silence inside the hotel room was so loud you could hear your own pounding heartbeat, it's very wrong. What happened last night, you can't recall, think head think. Epiphany, your body wide awake when you remember what's truly happened. You just having sex with your senior.

Couldn't take it anymore, you left the bed pulling the blanket off from the sleep jay, wrapped around yourself like a burrito before letting out a shriek.

Good thing the room is soundproof but Jay's ears are not. He jolted awake by the sudden screaming.

"HWAT WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON" Starlet, he yells back out of panic, asking what is wrong but all he sees is you were there, wrapped around in blankets and immediately understands the situation.

"I see, let me explain M/N I swear" Jay rubbing his temple, already having a hard times to solve this. He was calming you down but before that, he soon realized he was exposed too in the sight. But soon cover by a pillow as his quick hand reacts. You slow down your heart and keep calm for a bit, giving him one last chance to explain, since all the events had happened last night are blurred in your head, and Jay was also responsible for this situation.

Later you discover, both of you and Jay are not at fault or else? By hearing his story side, it's actually an accident. Jay drinks too much vodka and also in heat at the time, while your story is also similar to him, your friends feed you too much alcohol until you lose control of yourself and boom, they put you guy in the same room out of prank, they know you had a huge ass crush on the senior.

Not to mention, The club is across the street of the Hotel which makes a lot of sense that this, happens on purpose.

"F-for real?" You spoke.

"I'm telling the truth. I know it's hard for both of us and I'm willing to take anything to make it up to you just k-keep it low alright?" Desperate of him, he asked for a favor in return for his responsibility, which he is willing to do as you wish just so you won't do bad to his image, and the priority was, the campus.

Biting your bottom lip, frustrated is not the word to describe how you feel for now, as if your world doing backflip from being bad to fine. lucky enough you were just a dude and not some of chic, wouldn't that be a disaster if that came true?

Taking time to catch his breath, Jay was thirsty from explanation and his sort of theory, oblivious as he took a full sip of glass of water on the night stand without knowing it was actually an aphrodisiac mix with water.

You are still in deep thoughts, thinking what would you do next after all of this thing happening all together. Unexpectedly, you glance at Jay who was looking out of the blue, uncomfortable on his feet.

"Are you okay there? Why are you fanning yourself? T-the ac is still on" stare at his body and began to tense and uneasy. You asked, It's really concerning at his state right now, why did he look like he was in heat,... Again?

"I'm i-m not sure I just drink this glass of water, n... Now I feel everything is burning ahh help m~me" unable to react, overwhelmed by the sudden hit of the mixing pill, to your surprise he lunches at you, as his strong hands harshly ripped off away of the blanket, wrapped around your body. The next thing you know, you were naked again. Now that's fuck up.

"Jay!! What are you doing HaHH waait what no—" taking a pleading sight In front of him right now, his intentions are clear as day what he wants to do, by the time you could figure what's wrong with him, you were already under his pair of arms, as he spread your legs apart like a pro, lifting you up in mid air. So then when Jay's hands finally found a comfortable place behind your nape, he quickly entranced himself on your vulnerable pink tint hole, he won't fear that he might break your hole again, cuz he was already done last night, before bucking his hip upward brutally, giving you no warning.

The nostalgia pleasure flashbacks again, this feels almost like what you recall last night, his long colossal length thrusting in with no mercy, fucking you out of your brain repeatably.

"FUCK JAY ST-OP WA-it I need to process AHHHHH" You cry out an arousing guttering pleasure, his fatal pace making you dizzy each time he thrust his hip inside out of you, giving you no room to fight back for what you want.

*Always so good, M/N you're so fucking TIGHT just like yesterday 𝗡𝗴𝗵 𝗡𝗴𝗵 𝗡𝗴𝗵 yeah just like that, taking my cock so well, why is your damn body react to 𝗠𝗲 when you don't hah?" His voice was alluring inside the soundproof room, dangerously and full of lust beneath those sounds. At each of his moan instances he would be pounding on you with his powerful hip, your body would bouncing along with your dick too, the sticky wet precum jumping, as he abuse your pretty hole again.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, you were low-key enjoying it, his god damn cock just hit the right on your sweet spot, silence you from whining again when you feel like you seen a shooting star in the bright morning sky.

All at once, jolt hitting on, spread over all your body and system, signaling you would need to release soon but before you even react and inform Jay, he was one step ahead of you greatly, chasing for both sides climax.

"JAY please h-Harder I will...come soon ermm AH"

"wanna cum? Hah? As you wish my prince, but let's do it together shall we" growling darkly under his hitch breathless air suppliers, Jay picks up the pace already lost in the deep sea, fuck your ass in a motion you can't even catch up. As your body continues to wear thin, in one last forceful arching, Jay finds himself empty inside you, extremely.

"Holy my Father, SHIT SHIT SHIT—"

"FuCk EheH..."

Both bodies shudder, choke up for air, you finally spill on the floor with your clear liquid. Your legs shake uncontrollably, the black pupils were nowhere to be seen in your eyeball which explains how much this makes you feel.

Jay crumbles down with you in his arm still, flop down on the bed exhausted, nothing much different from how you experienced, while the pill of the aphrodisiac slowly wears off.

"I fucking knew it I figured it out now Jay, all because of that glass of water"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Ps; Happy Halloween day y'all, I just want to thank you for 600 followers 🥹🫶🏻 it's a milestone for me mwah mwah.

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i just realized that lbs meant last born son and not shorthand for pounds…

🙏🙏🙏 please tell us about it

easy mistake to make 😂

it's a character study digging into austin gunn's overwhelming daddy issues and whether they'll affect his loyalty to bullet club gold. with lots of smut sprinkled in.

so far there are 2 chapters out, one in austin's pov, the other in colten's. i just started working on the 3rd and last chapter.

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Chapter three

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: toxic relationship, cursing, angst, oops

WC: 5K

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"You better have a good fucking reason for pulling me out of her bed tonight," Taehyung growled as he slid into the seat of the car Jungkook was driving. 

"We got a tip that the Chinese are on their way to the club tonight. So it's all hands on deck," Jungkook told him as he drove down the street. 

"Left my fucking gun in the car," Tae muttered. 

"Glove box."

Taehyung popped open the door and took out a handgun. "If any of them show up tonight they're gonna die, and if they don't, it's gonna be you with a bullet in you for pulling me away from that beautiful girl."

"What, her pussy's made of gold?" Jungkook smirked.

"Bitch, it might be. I'll let you know if she ever lets me touch her again." Taehyung sighed regretfully. "It was our first time. Her first time, I think."

"Shit. That's tough luck, hyung."

Taehyung looked out the window as they pulled up to the club. Patrons were still pouring out. Namjoon would have shut the place down as a precaution. It was close to closing time anyway. 

"I'll let her yell at me tomorrow and then we can have makeup sex," Taehyung smiled hungrily.

"Sounds healthy."

"Fuck healthy. It's fucking hot."

"How does Jimin feel about the whole Val thing?"

"It's Jimin. He doesn't give a shit. He wants to fuck everything that moves anyway. As long as I still fuck him when he wants, I don't think he could care any less." 

Jungkook hummed as the flow of people slowed out of the front doors and the two finally got out of the car.

It had ended up being a long and bloody night. After Taehyung had arrived home and washed off all the blood and sex from his body, he wished for nothing more than to be able to slide into bed with you and hold you tight, shut out all the dark things in the world he would try so hard to hide from you. But how long would he manage to keep them hidden?

He slept late, not having gotten to bed until well past 4am. When he awoke it was nearly twelve hours later. He searched around for his phone, but found the battery dead since he'd forgotten to plug it in when he got home. He sighed heavily as he reached for the cord and then dragged himself out of bed. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, doing his best to tame his bed head before going to the closet to pull out a pair of white shorts and red short sleeved button down that youd said you liked on him once. After letting his phone charge a bit, he was disappointed to find there were no messages from you. Maybe you were more mad at him than he thought. He couldn't blame you, and he was just as mad. The only place he had wanted to be last night was in your warm little bed. He promised himself he'd be back there as soon as possible.

He wrote you a text to say he'd see you at the bar, but he deleted it, deciding to surprise you instead. The house seemed quiet when he came down the stairs and he almost thought he'd get out unnoticed. 

No sound preceded Namjoon's voice. "There's a shipment tonight."

Taehyung turned to find the man sitting in his favorite chair, a book open on his lap. 

"I know. I'll be there."

"Thanks for what you did last night." Namjoon spoke without looking at him. 

"Of course. You know I'd do anything for you, hyung."

"Heard about your girl. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's alright. I'll go pick up some flowers and say I'm sorry. I'm sure it will be fine." Tae jingled his keys anxiously. 

"Good. You should bring her to the club sometime. I'd like to meet her. You seem to be very invested in her."

A dopey smile took over Taehyung's face. "I am. I think that I'm falling in love with her. But-" he took a deep breath. "I just want to keep her away from all this for now."

Namjoon hummed. "If you want her to be a part of your life you can't keep it from her."

"Yeah, well you have Jungkook. You wouldn't get it."

"And you have Jimin."

"It's not the same, hyung, you know it. She's different, and I want to protect her." Namjoon finally looked up at his younger brother to see the hint of desperation in his eyes. "I'm just saying, you can't protect her by lying. Being in her life right now, with everything going down with the triads makes her unsafe, not knowing could put her in real danger. She should at least know who to turn to if things go south."

"She's got me, hyung. I gotta go fix things with her. Bye." Taehyung abruptly cut off the conversation and headed for the door.

"Don't be late tonight!" The older man yelled after him.

Taehyung stopped by a small shop on his way to Little Bar to pick up a bouquet of roses, even if it felt a little cliche. When he arrived at the bar it was dead, with only one older regular nursing his beer in the corner. He didn't see you, only Mariana. 

"Where's Val? I thought she was working today?" Taehyung asked, folding his arms over the back of one of the tall chairs. 

Mariana's eyes flashed from his face to the flowers in his hands and she scoffed. "She was supposed to, but I took her shift, since she can't get out of bed."

"Can't get out of bed? What happened to her?" Panic crept into his voice and he leaned in closer.

"You tell me," she glared. "She was a broken mess when I got home last night and it's your fault."

Taehyung cringed at the accusation. "I didn't-"

"Tae, you can't just leave a girl like that!"

"I– it was an emergency! I didn't have a choice!"

Mariana shut him down and turned away. "Don't waste your breath explaining it to me."

"Gimme your keys so I can go see her. I'll explain." He begged, following her down the bar as she cleaned.

"Hell no. I'm not gonna help you get to her again. It's your mess, you clean it up, culero."

"That's a new one, thanks," Taehyung muttered before he exited the bar with his head hung low. 

Taehyung walked the few blocks to your apartment and looked around. There wasn't anyone on the street. He could yell at you from the gate and try to get your attention. Maybe someone would come and he could convince them to let him in. Maybe they would just call the police. He took another look up and down the street and opted to climb over the fence in one of the vulnerable points he'd spotted weeks ago. In spite of how tall the fence was, the only real difficulty once he got a foothold on the adjoining wall was trying to do it without damaging your flowers, but he managed. He took the stairs two at a time to the second floor, rushing to your door and knocking loudly. 

At first he didn't hear any movement at all and he knocked again, louder and longer, maybe you were sleeping and needed to be woken up. He wouldn't leave until you answered the door. 

"Val!" He yelled your name as he continued to knock for several minutes, and annoyed neighbors peeked through their blinds and cracked doors. "Cmon, Val. Talk to me. Let me explain." When you still didn't answer he finally took out his phone and called you, hearing your phone ring from inside a second later. There were still no movements inside as you let the phone ring out until your voicemail picked it up. Taehyung groaned in frustration, but he was starting to feel really worried. What if you were hurt or sick or something really had happened to you? What if you were gone?

"Valentina, listen to me. At least come to the door to let me know you're okay. Let me fix things. Please." His voice was softer and calmer now. He only had to wait a moment before he heard the creaking of your floorboards. 

"I'm fine, Taehyung. You can leave." Your voice was barely audible from the other side, but he heard it and it hurt his heart. 

"I don't want to leave. I need to see you." You didn't respond, but you didn't move away either. "Open the door, Valentina."

You left him hanging another moment, and when you did finally open the door you left the chain on it. 

"Val, please," he begged, looking heartbroken at the defense mechanism used against him. "Let me in."

"You don't need to come in. I'm fine. Go away." You wouldn't look at his face and he realized things were much worse than he thought. He searched your face for signs of the anger he had expected. But there was no heat in your gaze, no brutal words waiting on your lips. He looked for signs you had been crying, hoping he wouldn't see them yet feeling even more desperate when he didn't. No red puffy eyes or nose. All he found were dark bags under vacant irises, as if you hadn't slept, eaten or even drank any water since he'd  left you. Because he'd left you.

"Baby, I'm sorry. There was a family emergency last night and I had to go. I didn't want to. I swear I would have much rather been with you," he started to apologize. He watched you take a deep breath and close your eyes. A few seconds passed and when you opened your eyes, they blazed. 

"Don't come back here now and make excuses, Tae," you spat at him. 

"I'm not!" He whined. "I should have told you last night but I was in a rush and I didn't know how to explain, so I just left. I shouldn't have left you like that. I'm sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you."

You scoffed at him. "Go back to the club if you're looking for a quick fuck, Taehyung. Stop wasting my time."

"What? No! Is that what you think? Baby, no!" He tried to convince you, and the desperation wasn't hard to sell because he was telling the truth. 

He held the bouquet up to his chest so that you could see them for the first time. 

"Are those for me?" You asked timidly. 

"Of course they are, baby. There's no one else for me, Val."

You considered for a second, lips pouted. "Let me have them."

"Let me in."

"Pass them through the door, and I'll consider it."

Tae caved. He was the one doing the groveling here, afterall. He sighed and slipped the heads of the flowers through the opening in your door. Before he could get them all the way through, you slammed the door on the stems.

"Aw, Val, come on!" Taehyung whined.

"Vete al demonio!" You shouted back and walked away from the door.

Tae sighed and rubbed his forehead harshly. But then he stopped to think for a moment. Anger was his best case scenario. It was easily a step up from sadness and miles above the empty look he'd seen in you before. If anything, your anger meant you had already forgiven him, or at least you were on the way. He just needed to push your buttons a little more and you'd be a mess of kisses in no time. 

"You don't mean that, Val. Now let me in or I'm breaking down the door!"

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"You know I will, Val! You let me in or I'm coming in but I'm not leaving."

"You're such an asshole!"

"I know, baby," he replied calmly, almost in a laugh. "But I'm an asshole who loves you."

Suddenly the door whipped open. "Don't fucking say shit like that right now."

Tae rushed in the open door and scooped you up in his arms. "It's true though, baby, I love you."

You wrapped your legs around his trunk and kicked the door closed in the process. 

"I love you so much," he continued, peppering kisses up and down your neck. 

"Then why did you leave me?" You whined into him.

"I'm so sorry, gorgeous. I didn't have a choice. It really was an emergency."

"You went to see Jimin," you pouted. Taehyung pulled back from you, running over his final moments with you last night.

"My brother was in trouble. Jimin was with him. Is that what's been going through your pretty little head? You thought I left you for Jimin?"

You nodded, lips still pouted. "He called and you left. And you must like him more than me."

Taehyung chuckled. You were too damn cute. "Everyone needs to stop worrying about Jimin. Jimin and I are fuck buddies. We care about each other as friends, and that matters, but I don't love him like I do you, and he doesn't love me that way either. If it weren't my family, which admittedly Jimin is connected with, nothing would have dragged me from you last night. Especially not Jimin. I'm so sorry I left you with doubts." He kissed the side of your face before he kissed your chapped lips.

"Is your brother okay?" You asked, still in pout. Taehyung guessed it would take lots of kisses and maybe a treat or two to get you to stop. That was okay by him.

"Yeah. Everyone is safe now. But I will have to go later to take care of something."

"No!" You whined and buried your face in his neck. God why did he love it so much when you acted like a brat?

"Not until tonight. Right now I'm all yours. Let's go get something to eat and then I'll take you to buy anything you want."

"Can I have you? In my bed?" You asked with open mouth kisses on his neck. 

"Yeah, you can. You can have me for free," he grinned as he rushed you over to your corner. 

You weren't particularly materialistic but you didn't stop Taehyung when he tried to buy his way back into your good graces, because you were desperate to believe he loved you—to be loved period. You were desperate enough for it to ignore the warning signs about who he really is as they piled up. You didn't ask questions about where the money came from for the nice clothes he bought you when he wanted to take you out for a nice date, even though he continued to be vague about what he did for work. He was still hiding details about his family, telling you as little about them as possible. Even when he materialized an apartment out of seemingly nowhere, you didn't ask any questions, not wanting to know the truth.

The time you spent with Taehyung was so liberating when he let you be someone different; it made you feel so distant from who you really were that you refused to see any similarities between your present and your past. You ignored the cringey feelings that creeped up your spine sometimes when he was controlling or overprotective, believing that he just loved you so much he needed to be with you and make sure you were safe every moment that he could, that he needed to know where you were at all times.

The apartment that Taehyung told you he had rented was a studio, not too far from Koreatown. Most nights you stayed there with him after you left work, always with him. He either stayed with you through your whole shift, keeping a watchful eye on everyone who came through the establishment, or he'd come in after finishing whatever "work" he had for the evening. He had told you that he drove around some rich Hollywood type, but the hours seemed irregular—just another detail you would push to the back of your mind so you could sleep in his arms at night. After work he'd take you to his little love nest and fuck you senseless, falling asleep with you held tightly to his chest. He couldn't sleep any other way.

In the mornings, you tried never to linger too long, unable to quiet the voice that told you if you spent too much time in his space, he would tire of you or punish you for it, even though he always seemed to be trying to pull you back into bed. 

He frequently went with you to the gym, saying he had to make sure men stayed away from what was his, until you stopped going altogether because you weren't comfortable anymore. 

But most of the time, when neither of you were working, you had adventures, went to the movies, played on the beach—though you never took your shirt off, much less wore a bathing suit. Taehyung would take you to do practically anything you wanted, everything you'd previously been denied. He fed you such an illusory freedom that you couldn't help but want to be with him. Nights he couldn't spend with you or had to leave because of some emergency left you feeling empty and better, and it terrified you.

And of course you still fought like cats and dogs. You'd complain about how overbearing he was just to have him grab you and tell you how much he loved you. If he wanted you mattered more than if the manner in which he wanted you was correct. At the end of the day, even if Taehyung knew he was making you less and less safe, he made you feel safe. And safe and free were the only two things you'd ever aspired to be. He made you feel so safe that you'd stopped looking over your shoulders and checking locked doors. 

One night in August you were just at the beginning of a closing shift. The place was pretty busy, and Mariana and another girl were working with you. Your back was turned, pouring a draft when you heard Taehyung's voice low and threatening. 

"The fuck you looking at?"

You sighed and turned to see your boyfriend glaring at one of your favorite regulars. "What's the problem, mi amor?"

"This guy was staring at your ass," Tae accused.

"Here you go, Eddie," you said as you handed the man his beer. "Ignore him."

"What? You're just gonna let him look at you like that?" Eddie made the smart move and took his beer away to the farthest corner. 

"He's harmless," you shrugged.

"Oh, so I guess you'd let him touch you if he wanted to, too?"

"Taehyung, stop. If he tried to touch me I'd beat his ass. But he wouldn't, so stop it."

Taehyung laughed. "I'd like to see that, actually."

You crossed your arms and stared at him. "I'll beat your ass too, if you don't quit. So drink your beer and shut up or leave. You're driving away all my good customers." You mumbled as you cleaned a bit of a drink you'd spilled.

"You don't need them."

You laughed loudly. "I need to pay my bills."

He shrugged. "Easy. Come live with me. I'll take care of everything."

You looked over at Mariana and you both rolled your eyes. "Cállate. No digas tonterías," you said quietly.

"I'm serious. I can give you everything you need."

"I have everything I need," you insisted.

Taehyung opened his mouth to argue with you, but his phone rang. He quickly dug the device out of his pocket and turned slightly away from you to talk, not that it made a difference since he was speaking in hushed Korean anyway. Honestly, you were glad for the interruption. You hated conversations like these, when Taehyung's possessive and controlling tendencies crossed your boundaries, even if you couldn't speak of them. It made your muscles tense and triggered a fight or flight response in you that you struggled to control. It made your heart beat fast and your skin sweat, but not as bad as what Taehyung said when he got off the phone.

"I have to go do something for my brother. I'm sorry." He sounded annoyed, bordering on angry, but you felt a little relieved that he was leaving for a while. 

"Okay. That's okay, babe." You kept a blank expression so he wouldn't see how your body eased.

"I'll be back to pick you up when you close," he promised. "Wait for me, alright. Don't go out alone."

"I'll be fine, Tae," you giggled as he met you at the space between two sections of the bar to give you a kiss and grab your ass. 

"I love you. Don't let any of these guys touch what belongs to me."

You scoffed. "I don't belong to you, Taehyung!"

He grinned and pecked another kiss to your lips. "Of course you do."

It made your skin crawl and your blood boil, to be spoken of as a possession. You felt dizzy as you opened your mouth to say something, but he was already gone. 

The night passed quickly with how busy the bar stayed. You barely thought about what Taehyung had said to you before he left or how it made you feel, not until you were closing up. The bouncer, Alex, asked if you wanted him to stay, when Taehyung hadn't shown up by two o'clock, but you told him you'd be okay. Taehyung was almost never late and if he was it was only by a little bit. You would just wait inside like he asked you to. But after thirty minutes had passed, you were tired and you were starting to get worried. You had sent Taehyung text messages but they went unanswered. When you tried to call you realized it was because his phone was off, sending you straight to voicemail. That was weird, but maybe his phone just died and he was already on his way. You swallowed the lump in your throat and waited. 

After a whole hour had passed you were ready to give up. Something must have come up. You tried not to think of worst case scenarios. Something came up and his battery had died and even though he really wanted to be there, he couldn't and he would explain and make it up to you tomorrow. Everything would be fine. No need to create wild theories and accusations in your mind. 

With a sigh, you slid off the barstool you'd been whiling away your time at. You flipped it up on the bar and went out the door. You locked it quickly and turned to go home. It wasn't far, a straight shot just two blocks ahead. As you approached the alley, a man stepped out that you recognized vaguely. He was Asian, but not any of Taehyung's friends that you'd met. No, you'd seen him a few hours ago inside the bar. Had he been waiting for you all this time? 

"Hey, baby," the man leered at you. 

Your blood ran cold and you stopped in your tracks a few yards away from him. Your hands curled into fists as your right foot slid back. 

"Whatever you want, you're not gonna get it. So you might as well leave," you warned him. 

"That's really cute," he smiled before you felt a cloth cover your mouth and a body press against your back. And then you went limp. 

Taehyung slammed the car door, pissed that Namjoon had called him to the house when he was supposed to be free for the night. He drove too fast through the streets all the way to Beverly Hills, and stomped into the house like a petulant child. 

"What the hell do you want?" He barked at Namjoon. 

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Namjoon asked as he continued to get dressed for the evening. 

"I'm supposed to be with Val tonight."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "You're with Val every night. It's started to take a real toll on your work, too. I think a night away will be good for you both."

"A night away? The fuck is going on?" 

"I need you to go down to San Diego to bail out Dongsun." Namjoon looked at his adopted brother in the mirror as he spoke. "Don't pout. Val will be fine without you for one night."

"You don't know that. She could be in danger."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours, as a matter of fact," Taehyung pointed out. 

Namjoon sighed heavily and turned to look at him. "Look, it's just a quick trip to San Diego, get Dongsun out and come back. If you leave now you might still be able to get your dick wet tonight."

Taehyung groaned. "It's really not about that, hyung. I get this horrible feeling when I'm not with her, like I'll never see her again."

"You're just in love, Taehyung. Or obsessed. Honestly, I think some time away would be healthy for you."

"We can't leave Dongsun in jail until tomorrow?"

"No. He needs to be out tonight. And Jin and I need Jungkook and Hobi with us at this meeting. You're the only one that can take care of this for me."

Taehyung sighed. "Why has Dongsun always been such a fuck up?"

"Hey, that's your cousin. I just hope it doesn't run in the family." Taehyung thought about giving him the finger, but just waved him off instead. "Hey take one of our cars, not yours," Namjoon called after him as Taehyung left the room.

Taehyung grumbled to himself the whole drive to San Diego, which took longer because he hit rush hour traffic on top of a huge accident. By the time he got there it was nearly midnight. Then he had to wake up the DA and drop off the money to get the charges dropped—clearly not a first time occurrence, but a major pain in the ass. After giving his cousin an earful and practically kicking him out of the car, Taehyung was back on the I-5 to Los Angeles. It didn't make him feel any better though. No matter how fast he drove, there was no way he was going to get to you on time. His phone died and he didn't have a charger in the car, so he couldn't call you. He thought about stopping to buy one, but it would only slow him down. 

Taehyung pulled up to your apartment at half past three. He could still see the light on in the living room, so he thought you might be awake. After checking the street, he climbed over the fence and raced up to your door. He tried to knock quietly so he wouldn't disturb anyone, but when you didn't answer he knocked louder and called your name. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jimin asked when he answered the door shirtless. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Taehyung fired back, although it was clear he had interrupted something. 

"I'm with Mariana, obviously. But why aren't you with Val?"

"Val's not here?" Taehyung panted.

Jimin shook his head. "Mariana said you were supposed to pick her up after her shift."

"I was! But Namjoon hyung sent me to fucking San Diego, and I just got back. I figured she'd be here."

Mariana appeared at the edge of the living room, a sweater wrapped around her naked body. "That pendeja is probably still waiting for you at the bar like you told her to," she said, shaking her head.

Taehyung sighed. "One fucking time she listens to me. Thanks. Sorry for interrupting," he smirked at Jimin.

"Good-fucking-night," Jimin replied and shut the door quickly.

Taehyung rushed back down the steps and through the gate, letting it clang loudly behind him as he ran down the street to get to you. But he never made it inside, because your bag was laying at the edge of the alleyway. He picked it up and looked inside. Everything was there, your cell phone, your wallet, your keys. The only thing that had been taken was you.

Taehyung ran every red light on the way back to the mansion. When he came into the house slamming the front door, he was at least twice as mad as he had been hours ago.

"What is it now?" Namjoon asked as he felt the rage roll off of Taehyung. 

"This is your fault, hyung!" 

"What?"

"She's gone! I wasn't there to pick her up from work, and now she's gone!"

"Well maybe-"

"No. She's not at home. I found her goddamn purse on the ground in the alley behind her bar. Someone took her, hyung." Taehyung's heavy breaths were the only sound in the room while Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi stared at him. "Hyung, where is she?" Taehyung asked, the anger in his voice replaced by desperation. 

Namjoon swallowed. He couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that swirled in his stomach. Maybe he should have listened to Taehyung's gut feeling earlier. "We'll help you find her, Tae. We'll-"

The leader's words were interrupted when a phone started to ring. All the men patted their pockets but it wasn't coming from any of them. It was your phone, Taehyung realized and pulled it quickly out of your bag. 

"Val?" He asked, his voice was steady.

"She's here. She's safe, for now. She can stay alive if you come and exchange yourself for her."

"Where are you?" Taehyung asked without hesitation. 

"I'll text you the address. Come alone, or neither of you will make it out alive."

The line went dead and Taehyung started at the screen waiting for something to come through. 

"I gotta go," Taehyung mumbled when the message came in. 

"Take Kook and Hobi with you," Namjoon instructed. 

Taehyung shook his head and spoke quietly. "No, he said to come alone."

"That's not happening," Namjoon replied firmly. "They're going to go with you and make sure you both come back alive. Jungkook, you drive. Bring her back here. I wanna meet this girl." 

Jungkook didn't waste a second, getting up from his seat and patting Taehyung on the back as he walked toward the door. Hoseok followed right behind.

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[buttercupsandboys]

Sunshine & Rainbows — an Alfie Solomons x original character story — Chapter 8

18+ NSFW - minors don’t interact 🙅🏻‍♀️

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CHAPTER 8: lust for violence

Word count: 4115

TW:  language typical of Peaky Blinders, mild violence, smutty smut

Alfie confronts Livy and Arthur at the Eden Club … sparks fly.

A/N: I found parts of this chapter really hard to write, especially the bits with Arthur. But in the end, I think it’s my favourite so far! Hope you like it! 

“Beautiful thing, you are.”

Well, this is just fucking perfect, ain’t it?

After spending the better part of two days travelling to the end of the earth with one Shelby—Liverpool, a shithole rivalled only by fucking Birmingham—he arrived home wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed and rest his aching hip.

But, of course, nothing is ever simple.

Alfie was annoyed (but not surprised) to discover no one capable of following the most basic of instructions. So after threatening to skin Ollie, he drags himself out in the middle of the night to make sure Livy is still alive, and now he has the pleasure of dealing with yet another fucking Shelby.

They’re spreading like the clap, and he’s starting to regret ever sending that telegram.

He takes note of Arthur’s arm around Livy’s shoulder and the lips dangerously close to her ear and thinks how easy it would be to put a bullet in the fucker’s smug face.

Just one little click, yeah, and his brains would be spread across the bar. And sure, there’d be little bits stuck on all the bottles, but no one would complain because he’d be doing the world a favour—one less fucking pikey putting his FUCKING hands where they don’t fucking belong.

Alfie’s fingers twitch as he seethes, rage oozing from his pores and settling on his skin like sweat on a summer’s day. But then he looks at Livy, and Arthur should drop to his knees and thank whatever gypo God he worships because Alfie’s lust for violence is temporarily overshadowed by his lust for her.

His gun remains holstered as his eyes roam hungrily up Livy’s shapely legs. The gold dress she’s wearing is obscenely short, and while her hips are shrouded in a ridiculous array of feathers, it does nothing for her modesty. Instead, her dancer’s costume only highlights the pale skin of her generous thighs, and he can’t help but think of her bouncing on his cock and moaning his name.

Fuck. He nearly growls at the memory, gritting his teeth for control as he finally makes his presence known.

“Yeah, she is mate.”

Arthur’s head snaps up and his eyes narrow, clearly annoyed by the interruption, but Livy is all smiles at the sound of her favourite baker.

“Alfie, darling! You’re back!”

She pulls away from Arthur and practically throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her fingers through his hair. Alfie breathes deep and he’s flooded with the scent of her, cherries and vanilla, like summertime. She’s soft and warm, and fuck, it’s only been two days, but god, he’s missed her.

The thought makes him want to slap his own face because he knows just how pathetic it sounds. But there’s part of him that can’t deny the pounding in his chest whenever Livy walks into a room, so he gives in and pulls her close. The tension in his shoulders begins to fade, and he can feel his anger slow from a raging boil to a tepid simmer.

It might be three in the morning, and there might be Italians on their doorstep, but fucking hell; right now, she’s staring at him like he’s the only man in the room, and Arthur Shelby can go fuck himself.

“Hello, love,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead before moving his lips close to her ear. “I thought I asked you to stay in Camden Town, eh?”

“Oh, Alfie…” She bites her lip and giggles, avoiding the question. “When did you get back? I’ve missed you.”

He cocks his head and stares at her, taking his time as he weighs up the conflicting emotions. She looks so fucking innocent, and he wrestles with the primal urge to protect her from the world and never let go. But he also wants nothing more than to bend her over his knee and smack some fucking sense into her—because what the fuck is she doing here?

“Right, well, a few hours ago,” he finally responds. “Fucking late, innit? And I’m an old man, love, I need my sleep. But imagine my surprise when you’re nowhere to be found, and I have to find out from fucking Ollie that you’ve gone back to the Eden Club?”

Livy flashes a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry, Alfie,” she coos, her voice sickly sweet as she pats his shoulder. “I know you’re worried, darling, but I can’t stay locked up forever.”

He snorts. ”Is that a challenge, love?” Alfie wraps his fingers around her chin, his grasp firm yet gentle as he lifts her face to meet his. “Because last I remember, Sabini was on my fucking doorstep, demanding your sweet arse on a silver platter.”

Alfie’s not sure what he was expecting (because you never can tell with Livy) but he was hoping for some gratitude. After all, it’s the middle of the fucking night and he’s come all the way across town to check that her lovely limbs are still fucking attached.

But no. Instead, the woman has the audacity to sigh and roll her fucking eyes— like he’s out of line for simply caring about her wellbeing—and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to toss her over his shoulder.

He’s trying, he really is fucking trying, but fuck.

Fuck being patient, fuck the Eden Club, and fuck all these fucking cunts. She should be home, in his bed, not parading around half-naked in a room full of drunk bastards.

As if on cue, Arthur, who is quite drunk and arguably a right bastard, decides that now is the perfect time to join the conversation.

“Livy, I’m sure the girls are thirsty. Tell Peter to give you two bottles, on the house, love.” He draws himself to full height and steps forward, extending his hand. “Solomons,” Arthur greets.

His tone is gruff yet polite, but Alfie’s not in the mood for pleasantries.

“She’s not a waitress, mate,” he barks, eyes on Livy as he ignores the taller man. “C’mon, love. Get your stuff, it’s time to go.”

Arthur clenches his jaw and his face goes deep red. “Who the fuck do you think—“

“I’m not going anywhere, Alfie,” Livy cuts in.

“Excuse me, what?” He snaps, looking unimpressed as he towers over her. “What are you playing at, Livy? Get your shite and let’s go before the wops show up.”

“Alfie, Sabini’s not going to come here,” she explains, in an exasperated tone one would usually reserve for small children.

“Oh? And what makes you so fucking sure, princess? Don’t tell me—the pikey promised to keep you safe?”

Livy’s eyes darken, a warning sign that Alfie should have noticed but didn’t because Arthur is done being ignored.

“The fuck did you just call me?” He growls, the veins on his forehead ready to burst as he shoves Livy out of the way, coming chest to chest with Alfie. The Blinder leans close, voice dropping dangerously. “Because I didn’t fuckin’ hear you right.”

The room goes silent. Club patrons watch on with wide eyes, torn between the thrill of witnessing two of Britain’s most dangerous men and the biological urge to flee out of pure self-preservation.

Meanwhile, Alfie struggles with his own biological urge to break Arthur’s fucking teeth after the man dares to put his hands on Livy. But in the end, he chooses to mask his rage with casual indifference.

“Look mate, I’m having a private conversation with the lady, yeah? And it does not concern you, so be a good lad.” He waves his hand in dismal. “Goodbye. Trot on. The door’s that way, alright?”

He keeps a straight face, hiding his delight as he watches Arthur clench his fists. The man is wound so tight that he looks like a grenade, ready to blow at any minute, and Alfie wonders what it will take to pull the pin.

Not much, it turns out.

“You think you’re smart … Yeah, I heard that ‘bout you,” Arthur replies, getting louder with every word until he roars. “But let’s see how smart you are when I cut your fuckin’ eyes.”

He lurches forward, baring his teeth like a rabid dog as he wraps his hands around Alfie’s lapels and slams him against the bar. The remaining crowd gasps, a mix of fear and excitement from the bloodthirsty toffs.

But Alfie easily steadies himself, calmly shaking free from Arthur’s grasp before pointing a thick finger in his face.

“You fucking what? Cut my fucking eyes?” He repeats incredulously. “Right, well, here’s what you need to understand, mate. Your brother and I are doing business, like fucking men, yeah? But you, Arthur, are acting like a child, stomping your feet and throwing a fucking fit.” Alfie lowers his voice as he jabs Arthur’s chest, his stare like ice, growling, “I see you, right? Don’t think it goes unnoticed, your eyes on her. But I don’t share my toys, sweetie, so you can fuck right off before I put you in the corner.”

“Why you fucking— “

All hell is well and truly on the verge of breaking out when the men are suddenly interrupted by the violent sound of smashing glass.

They both spin abruptly towards the racket, Alfie instinctively reaching for his gun as he prepares for trouble.

But fucking hell, he was not expecting this.

His jaw drops when he sees Livy standing by the edge of the dance floor, nonchalantly holding a broken bottle in her tiny hand. Droplets of champagne litter her exposed skin, glistening in the low light, and her scarlet hair hangs loose around her face. She looks small and fiery, like a fallen angel.

Alfie opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, and it doesn’t matter because she has plenty.

“Look what you made me do,” Livy scolds, a pained expression on her beautiful face. “That was a perfectly good bottle of bubbly, ruined now because the two of you decided to act like naughty schoolboys.” She tsks under her breath as she looks down, mourning the champagne dripping from the table onto the sticky floor. “A fucking crime, that is. And what for?”

She looks up and considers both men before raising a hand, calling for silence. “Actually, no. I don’t want to hear it. If anyone should be angry here, it’s me. So let’s make a few things clear.”

Livy steps forward, waving the broken bottle from man to man before landing on the Blinder. “Arthur Shelby, the big man from Birmingham, eh?” She taunts in a singsong voice, “Put your hands on me again, and I’ll cut your fucking fingers off. Alright, darling?” She flashes a smile and pats his arm. “Now, be a dear and fuck off.”

“As for you… ” She spins and points accusingly at Alfie, her smile long gone as she narrows her eyes. “I am no one’s fucking toy and if you EVER speak that way about me again, I’ll cut off your balls and wear them like a trophy. Do not test me, Alfie,” she threatens, spitting out the syllables like it pains her to say his name.

Arthur watches the exchange, and his face lights up because seeing the Jew get a public scolding from the tiny redhead is even more satisfying than driving his fist into his face. (Never mind his very public scolding, which is already conveniently forgotten.) He smiles as he puts his hands up in surrender, calling her attention back to him.

“Alright, love, you’ve made your point. It was just the fuckin’ whiskey talking, eh?” He smirks as he smacks the bar and calls for Peter. “Two more bottles for the girls, mate!”

And just like that, he collects his drinks and strides off, whistling and smiling like a sailor with a leave pass.

Fucking hell. Alfie shakes his head and turns to Livy, glad to finally be alone.

Except …

The easy camaraderie that has existed between them since the moment she walked through his door is suddenly gone. In its place is an awkward silence, and after a few long minutes, he’s desperate for it to end.

“Livy—“

“Just be quiet, Alfie.”

Shit.

He swallows thickly, feeling truly uncertain for the first time in … well, a long fucking time. Alfie is not a man who gives a flying fuck what others think, but right now it’s clear that her opinion of him matters more than he wants to admit.

Like a fucking lad, he starts shuffling his feet because he doesn’t know what else to fucking do, and she must take pity on him because she reaches out for his hand. Their eyes meet briefly as she threads her fingers through his, before tugging gently and leading him across the dance floor.  

The last few stragglers rush to clear a path, and what a sight they must be—the large Jewish gangster and the tiny redheaded showgirl, like beauty and the fucking beast.

He snorts, shaking his head as she tugs harder on his arm. They make their way to the back of the club, past the kitchen and then the dressing rooms. She stops there for a moment, listening as Arthur tells a lewd joke, and smiles wistfully at the chorus of laughter that follows.

Alfie feels a twinge of jealousy—yet another foreign emotion—but before he can fully process it, she pulls him forward.

They step carefully around crates of whiskey stacked in the narrow hall, nod politely at the cleaners getting ready for a late shift and climb a long dark staircase before coming to a sudden stop. Livy opens a door, revealing a small room, home to a worn leather sofa and a low wooden table.

“It’s a room we use for private dances,” she explains, and Alfie scowls at the thought. But she just smiles, her voice softer now. “C’mon, old man. Sit here with me.”

Livy collapses on the sofa, kicking off her shoes and crossing her slender ankles on the table. She sighs in relief as her head drops back and her eyes close.

Alfie’s gaze wanders up and down her soft curves, and he wants to wrap her in his arms, but instead, he sits, leaving a respectful distance between them.

“Livy—“

He makes another attempt at conversation because he needs to know that everything is okay, but she refuses to let him speak.  

“Shhhh…” She hums softly, grabbing his hand and tracing the back of his knuckles. It calms him enough, for now, and he waits patiently (because Lord knows he’s had a lot of practice with patience lately). They sit in silence for minutes that feel like hours before she finally opens her eyes and turns to him.

“It’s alright, Alfie. Really it is. I know that you’re just worried about me.” She bends her knees and shifts her hips until she’s kneeling on the sofa, her face just inches from his. “But you’ve got to understand, Alfie. If you squeeze me too tight, I will run away.”

Her lips are on his before he has a chance to respond, and he realises just how little he’s kissed her and just how much he wants to. Everything between them so far has been hard and fast, and fuck, he’s loved every minute of it. But right now, he wants more.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but her words scare him. Yes, she’s a fucking pain in the arse, and yes, she will most definitely shave years off his life. But it’s a price he’s willing to pay because she’s pure and beautiful, and he might not deserve her, but she sure as hell deserves to be … protected?

No, that’s not right.

Worshipped.  

He wants to worship her body with his, and when their tongues meet he knows with absolute certainty that she is as close to heaven as he’ll ever get. Her mouth is hot and wet, and he groans when it opens wider, an invitation that he greedily accepts because nothing will ever be enough when it comes to her.

She responds by wrapping her fingers around his neck and moving to straddle his lap, bringing them impossibly closer. He grunts in approval before tilting his head for better access, stroking her tongue with his as she rolls her hips, and fuck, fuck, it’s almost too much.

Alfie prides himself on being a generous lover, but he’s never had to fight so hard for control. He wants to take it slow, but he needs to be inside her, and he growls because he knows she’s tight and warm and ready, and his throbbing cock is begging for relief.

But no, not fucking yet.

He pants as he breaks the kiss, almost tearing his lips from hers.

“Are you alright, Alfie?” She asks, eyes dark with a mix of lust and concern.

He takes a deep, steadying breath and kisses her hand, and then her forearm before answering, “Better than alright, love.”

And he is because she’s here, and he doesn’t want to be anywhere else, so he bows his head like a man in prayer, and continues his exploration—lips on her elbow, her bicep, her shoulder—until he finally lands on the sweet spot just below her ear. His tongue laps at the delicate skin before he gently bites down, testing her reaction.

Livy practically purrs, moaning softly as she tugs at his scalp, and Alfie grins into her neck. “You like that, don’t you, pet?” He teases, his breath hot on her skin as he takes another little nip before moving to her ear.

But when he traces his tongue along the delicate lobe, it evokes a very different reaction…

“Alfieeeee!”

She giggles as she squirms wildly on his lap, clearly ticklish, but it’s a fact he’ll have to store for later because his teasing has backfired, and he’s no longer capable of rational thought.

“Fucking hell, love.” Alfie grits through clenched teeth as he tries to still her hips, but she smacks his hands away.

“What’s the matter, darling?” She asks, doing her best to look wide-eyed and innocent, but she’s fucking not. He takes back every kind word he’s ever said about her because the temptress is trying to kill him; the way she rolls her hips, slowly and deliberately grinding against his swollen cock, brings him to the fucking edge.

With a roar, he twists around and drops her on the sofa, pinning her dainty wrists above her head with one large hand.

But it’s hardly an improvement. Her corset cradles her already voluptuous breasts, lifting them to new heights, and the way he hovers over her body means they’re mere inches from his fucking face.

He swallows thickly as he looks at her spread out beneath him, like a gift from fucking god.

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that Livy?”

She giggles and arches her back, and he gives in, pressing his full lips against the swell of her breasts. But it’s not enough, never enough, and he growls in frustration because this fucking costume is impossible to remove. He’s just able to free one pink nipple and he seizes it between his teeth, tugging gently before suckling on the tight bud.

Livy runs her hands through his hair, the giggles long gone, replaced with low moans as she bites her lip and calls out his name.

Fuck.

Alfie is a powerful man and he fucking knows it. But he’s not sure anything will ever compare to the thrill of his name escaping from her parted lips. His blood pounds in his ears and he feels invincible; it’s better than any drug and he needs more.

He wants her screaming his name, loud enough for the whole fucking Eden Club to hear, so he releases her wrists and drops to his knees.

She’s still wearing those fucking ridiculous feathers around her hips, and he has no idea what to do with them, so they’ll be staying for now. But her white lace panties will not, no matter how fucking tempting they look. He reaches out and traces his thumb along the junction of her inner thigh, pausing to admire the sight before hooking a finger and dragging them down her slender legs.

He flicks them to the side before returning his palms to her thighs, stroking up and down the soft skin. Slow down, slow down, slow down. He needs to calm himself because his heart is fucking racing, and part of him can’t believe that she’s here, like this, offering herself to him.

And then somehow, it gets even better.

Livy props herself up on an elbow and bites her lip, smiling softly as she trails a finger between the valley of her breasts, down her soft belly, and then lower still. His mouth waters as she spreads her thighs, and then a single finger disappears inside of her.

She throws her head back as she gently thrusts in and out, before finally withdrawing her glistening digit and offering it to him.

Alfie’s sure that he must be under some sort of fucking spell; his mouth opens and he sucks hard, groaning at the taste of her, but he no longer has control over his body. At this moment, he exists for no other reason than to please her, so he hitches her legs over his shoulders and buries his face in her sweet cunt.

He drags his tongue through her folds, and they both moan as she presses herself hard against his face. Her fingers wind tightly through his hair as he finds her clit and gently suckles, before settling into a steady rhythm of short, powerful strokes.

“Oh god, Alfie. Don’t fucking stop.”

And he couldn’t, even if he wanted to because he’s possessed by something holy and her body is his fucking altar. He curves two thick fingers into her, and when he feels her walls quiver around him, he starts rutting his hips—he can’t fucking help it. He sends off a quick prayer that he doesn’t embarrass himself, but he’s honestly not sure he’ll manage because he has never been so aroused in his entire fucking life.

But then the clouds part and Alfie’s faith is restored because he feels her falling apart under his lips and his fingers, and it’s like arriving at the Promised Land.

“I’m coming … fuck, Alfie, fuck, FUCK.”

Her back arches off the sofa, but Alfie doesn’t stop until she begs him to. He raises his head, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, and she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. But he can’t fully appreciate the view because right now, it feels like his cock might actually fucking explode.

He stands up, unbuttons his pants and palms his massive erection. Livy’s eyes light up and she comes to her knees, swallowing his thick tip before he can even process what’s happening.

“Fuck, Livy —“

His hips jerk violently and he almost trips as he pulls away from her willing mouth. He’s panting and needs a moment to catch his breath before he can explain.

“Not now, Livy. It’s too fucking much, love. I want to be in you, yeah? I need to feel all of you.”

She nods in understanding as he sits down because he knows his hip will never survive fucking on this small sofa. And she doesn’t miss a beat, quickly positioning herself above him.

Their eyes meet, and she holds his gaze as wraps her fingers around his cock, and slowly—oh so fucking slowly—lowers herself on him.

And fuck, it’s the sweetest torture he’s ever experienced.

He’s almost embarrassed by the guttural sounds he’s making, or he would be if he was capable of forming rational thought. But he’s not because she’s tight, so fucking tight, and it’s like being wrapped in hot, wet velvet, and fuck, he’s not going to last long.

Livy braces her hands on his shoulders, and for once, he’s more than happy to relinquish control. His head drops to her chest as she fucks him with slow, steady strokes, and it’s not long before he tips over the edge. He wraps his arms around her as his hips jerk uncontrollably; his body making promises that he can’t put into words … at least, not yet.

They stay wrapped in each other’s arms as their breathing returns to normal.

Alfie hasn’t slept in nearly 24 hours, and it’s so late that it’s early—he’s almost certain he can hear birds in the distance—but he can’t find it in him to give a single fuck.

Because for the first time in what feels like forever, Alfie Solomons is completely at peace.

A/N: I think our boy is falling hard, what do you think? x

[sugurouge]

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

you really thought he was as much yours as you were his. promises made at night with your sweaty bodies entangled with another weighed heavy on your heart and made you believe the pink-haired man would one day be fully yours. until the hard truth of being just another hits you like a slap to the face and you promise to make him regret playing you

— pairing: sanzu haruchiyo x female reader

genre: smut, mdni

wordcount: 3k

warnings: mentions of infidelity, fuck buddies/not established relationship, minor mention of drugs, marking, praise, sugar coated pet names, dry humping, 'bondage' (sanzu gets tied up with his tie), rough hair tugging, lots of begging, condescending usage of the term 'sir', submissive reader turns bad bitch i guess

One of your biggest talents in life is being exceptionally well at trusting the wrong people and falling for the biggest mistakes. One of those mistakes? Sanzu Haruchiyo. The dreamy exterior of soft rose-pink hair and eyes blue like the ocean even made you look past the fearful twin scars at the corners of his mouth. You have ignored the red flags of psychotic behaviour because his charm laced around your body far quicker. Alluring and tempting words ensnaring your whole being and rendering you defenceless to Bonten’s number 2.

His sugary promises breathed right into your skin anytime he was buried to the hilt inside your cunt, had your poor, lovesick heart believe the man could indeed be more than just your secret lover. Talking about going on dates soon, showing you to the world eventually, moving in together in the future. Until you fell asleep and he could sneak off once again. Going on about his business and leaving without a trace before his aching cock brought him back to your doorstep.

It worked. You tried to keep your head held high. At least Haruchiyo always came back. Drugged up or not, was never of importance to you. Most often you even favoured him high on something, feeling like his words and actions were more honest anytime his pupils were dilated and his heartbeat altered.

But finding out he was pulling the same thing with other people? Dancing, touching, kissing, whispering sweet nothings while still inside this stuffy club had your guts turning. Sure, you never officially agreed to be a thing. But you knew he would put a bullet through anyone’s brain if he found out someone else was sleeping with you.

; Hypocrite.

The knock on his door is nothing surprising. Your usual late night dates something the pink-haired maniac looks forward to every week. Dressed in his usual classy attire consisting of a full suit, Haruchiyo opens the door for you. Blue eyes set on the swell of your breasts before they meet your gaze and his signature smirk spreads on his lips. Your beautiful puppy eyes already stare up at him with such need hidden in those pools of gold and riches.

“Hi,” you nearly purr and already step inside his apartment. The clacking of your heels ends the moment he feels your bodyheat against himself. You let your lips ghost along his neck, peppering soft kisses along his pulse point while his hands grab into your ass.

“My pretty thing,” Haruchiyo groans, not hesitating to claim your lips and kiss you deeply. He is always all about little games, about biting your lips open and scratching his blunt nails over your exposed skin until you moan and whine while the door to his apartment is open. Inviting all curious eyes to watch him ravage you, turn you putty with a kiss by pulling back the moment you were willing to part your lips for him.

The string of saliva connecting your mouth snaps as Sanzu chuckles, thumb brushing the excess spit and droplets of blood off your lips. “Aren’t we needy tonight?” he winks at you while you watch him clean his thumb, shamelessly licking his finger before he cradles your face in his hold.

“I truly don’t know who’s the lucky one out of us…” he whispers into your ear, but you are quick to interrupt him. Distract him with your own hands pawing at his vest, unbuttoning the clothing item and turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand.

“I’m the lucky one.”

Your confession sends shivers down his spine and his grin stretches even wider, sickenly sweet chuckles of his now ringing in your ear. “My sweet thing,” he whispers as his hands settle loosely around your neck, craning your neck so you meet his eyes. “You deserve a reward for being so good for me, don’t you think?”

Your smile illuminates his entire apartment. Head bobbing eagerly as you nod and lean forward to close the distance between your lips. “Are you my reward, Haru?”

Your fingers dip beneath his suit’s vest, drawing along the prominent muscles on his upper stomach highlighted by his lean build. “Please?” You add with a flutter of your lashes once you look up into his eyes.

Sanzu presses his lips on top of yours, letting them rest against another until you grow squeamish before his tongue pushes into your mouth. Your wet muscles brush against another while he manoeuvres your body through the apartment. “Hmm, such a clever girl as well,” he whispers once he pulls back, hands never straying from your hips to keep you close until you finally make it to his bedroom.

As the door falls into its lock, he is met with your body once again pressed against his. Nimble fingertips run over his chest and shoulder until your arms snake around Haruchiyo’s neck. Goosebumps blossom on his skin once your nails caress his nape, mouth parting to kiss him softly. It really doesn’t take much to win him over.

“Can I try something new tonight?” your hushed voice rings against his lips once you part from the kiss and further coax him into submitting by running your fingers through his soft hair. “Wanted to make you feel good like this for so long, Haru…”

Sanzu only sighs in utter bliss, eyes fluttering shut for a moment once your nails graze his scalp before he hums in agreement. He already lets you guide him through his bedroom, for his body to collapse into the chair he usually only uses to hang his suits on.

Your weight on top of him brings his conscience back to the moment. Big hands come up to grab onto your waist and hips to pull you close against himself while his icy blues are stuck on your features, watching you in intrigue. “You can do anything you like, baby.”

Truth be told, anything is a go with Haruchiyo, as long as you make him feel empowered.

Once again, you bless him with your sweetest smile and close the distance between your lips. The little “thank you, sir,” causes his cock to throb inside his slacks while he tugs your hips further against him. Being desperate to get his oh-so desired friction, if it wasn’t for your tight dress to be at its limit.

While Haruchiyo groans in annoyance, you can only giggle over his impatience. “Have a little patience, okay?” you whisper into his ear. And he tries to! Really hard. Especially once you kiss his neck to steal moans from the man. When his eyes fall shut upon all the hickeys, you cause to bloom on his pale skin as your fingers undo his necktie. You drive him crazy.

The words being mumbled beside his ear have Sanzu's heart beating quickly. The excitement of yet another play date with you slowly draping above him like a blanket of sheer lust.

“Do you trust me, Haru? Can I play with you? Wanna play with you so bad tonight…”

A breathy laugh falls past Sanzu's lips upon these words. But silence follows soon once he stares into your eyes with blown-wide pupils as he cradles the back of your head and holds you close by. “Play with me then. Let’s see if you can win, doll.”

You turn into mirrored images as you look into each other's eyes with a wide grin spreading on your lips. A Giggles and hums soon follow the manic expression and they only stop the moment your lips meld against each other’s once more.

Gods, if only he wasn’t such an asshole, liar, heartbreaker.

You truly wanted to love him, have him, be his.

And in shared moments like these, it almost feels like he could have loved you as well.

“I’ll definitely win…” you murmur as you get off his lap and tie his hands together behind the back of the chair. Ensuring the knot stays in place by giving the makeshift rope consisting of his necktie a tug.

The action steals a another giggle out of Sanzu's lungs before he cranes his neck to watch you walk around the chair. He bites his lower lip, the thrill of the stinging sensation caused by his teeth only making his cock strain harder against his pants while he watches you undress that skimpy little piece of clothing you call dress.

You feel his eyes stare holes into your body. You really outdid yourself with the set of lingerie you chose to wear on this special day. It barely leaves anything to his imagination, highlighting every curve and dip of your gorgeous figure.

“Fuck, doll… would have let you play with me a long time ago,” Haruchiyo groans.

Your fingers push against his shoulders the moment Sanzu already tries to undo the tie. Pouting at the man as you lean down to expose your chest to his eyes. “We didn’t even start yet…” It's almost laughable how much a man like him enjoys such a nickname. Your lips brush over his until he leans forward, patience already running thin as he chases your lips and meets cold air.

You giggle over your successful escape and let your hands rake over his body. Nails teasing his thighs and crotch before they run over his upper body all the way up to his hair; where you once again brush through his locks and give him a harsh tug. Knowing exactly what he likes and needs, which rewards you with his airy moans.

“Baby, baby, look—” Haruchiyo starts, licking his lips and grinning shortly before he continues to speak. “I’ve been, fuck—” he groans when he feels your hot tongue on his skin again. Kissing a trail along his neck and chest. “Been thinking about you the entire week, yeah? Fuck, god, fuck, I can’t stop thinking about your sweet pussy.”

He rambles, already. While you haven’t even touched his painful erection yet. Taking pity, you press your lips on top of the obvious outline of his cock, giving the expensive fabric of his pants sloppy kisses until Haruchiyo’s hips jerk against your mouth.

“Really?” you look up at him as you’re sat between his parted legs, head resting against his thigh with your doe-eyes blinking owlishly at the murderous man. “Only me?”

He pants, nodding in despair at your question. “Only you.”

“‘m always thinking about you too, Haru.” You get up on your knees and have your hands push into his thighs for leverage as you rise to your full height. Softly, you cradle his face and bump the tip of your nose against his, smiling affectionately at the man.

“Good, good. Baby, you know I want only you, right?” he quietly confesses, trying his hardest to straighten his back further and kiss your lips—to no avail.

You nod as the smile on your face widens, a few tears adorning your lash line over the heartbreak you’ve been through ever since you found out about his other playmates.

“Kiss me. Come here and kiss me, pretty baby.”

Haruchiyo thinks it’s easy to win you over. Just spill a few lovesick words and you’re putty in his hands again. Surely, you’ll forget this stupid game. God, his cock hurts.

Instead of listening to him, your fingers wrap around the long strands of hair at the back of his head and force him to loll his head back.

Leaning in, you let his lips taint your skin. Kisses, love bites and marks being placed along the juncture of your neck and shoulder down to the valley of your breasts. His lips rest between your mounds, tongue licking an eager strip between your tits as his eyes never stray from yours. Watching you grow more hot and bothered with every little move. Moaning and sighing so sweetly while your eyes grow heavy, panting little mewls as your thighs rub against another for his eyes to see.

“Haru…”

Once you finally moan Sanzu's name, he grins in victory, expecting you to soon free him from this silly charade as your needy cunt must yearn for his cock.

But here you go, straddling him fully clothed? His irritation shows in the crease of his brows, in his parted lips and those usually icy pupils staring at you with nothing but confusion pooling in those cold waters.

“Fuck me,” his strained voice entertains you once as your cunt rests on top of his clothed cock. Your fingers are resting in his neck and hair, holding onto your lover for support as your hips pick up a slow rhythm. You drag them along his erection, let your ass push down on top of his flexed thighs.

You moan his name right into his ear with an utmost seductive tone to your voice, while your fingers drop to have your nails dig into his skin. Dragging ugly red streaks down his chest and stomach. You’ve long stopped worrying about his attire, now you carelessly stain his expensive clothes in your arousal. Folds dragging along Haruchiyo’s crotch to relish in the delicious pressure of his hard cock. “You make me feel so good already, Haru.” Your sweet voice promises while you kiss his cheek, jawbone, and along his jawline.

Sanzu's head falls back, chest heaving in exhaustion as you keep humping yourself on his painfully hard dick. His pants have turned into needy moans, causing even whines to spill past the criminals lips that have the corners of your lips turn up into a wide smile.

His pre-cum stains his briefs, makes him cringe in realisation over how much you get him going. “Just let me fuck you,” he complains, begs “please.”

But you're eager to disregard his words. Covering up his pleas with your high-pitched moans once you find just the right position to stimulate your clit. The sounds have shivers run down Sanzu's back and his hips jerk beneath your movements in desperation. It could be so easy to simply cum inside his pants like a horny high schooler.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, hands fisting the fabric of his dress shirt—hanging loosely off on Haruchiyo’s shoulders for added leverage as you chase your impending high. “Want your cock in me,” you sigh, as if the current situation isn’t delivering utmost pleasure to you. “Want your big cock to stretch and fill me up.” You whine, as if you're not the one currently in control. Driving the man further towards madness as you keep rutting your hips against his leaking cock like an animal in heat.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you feel your orgasm build up, pushing yourself fully against Sanzu's body—which Sanzu interprets as a sign of need. His hips buck against your own over the thouht of fucking you dumb, of cuming inside your pussy and staining you with his load.

“Fuck, fuck, doll, just untie me and I’ll make you cum on my cock, yeah?” he moans, teeth sinking into your shoulder as you bounce down on his cock and whine his name. His dick hurts, throbs and he feels himself being insanely close to his very own orgasm just from a stupid dry humping session.

“I’ve lost. I’ll lose, just lemme fuck you. Please, baby!” He pants, while being so caught up in his begging he almost doesn’t realise you just came.

If it wasn’t for your legs twitching against his thighs, for your mumbles of his name and how you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Your hips roll slowly against his aching cock, riding out your orgasm with little huffs of air falling from your lips right against his skin.

“You’ve lost,” you finally murmur after the most excruciating minutes of Sanzu's life. You pull out of your hiding spot to set your eyes on his. And the shift of your position ensures new pressure to his cock. The tempting and slightly painful sensation has him hissing, grinning a little like the sadist he is.

“And look at how sensitive you are…” you giggle as you get up to finally relieve him of your weight. Letting the poor man catch a breather only for you to admire the stain of your shared arousals on his slacks.

“Just for you, my little slut. You know it’s just for you.”

“Yeah, just for me. All for me…” your nails return to once again drag over his trembling thighs all the way up to his crotch. “Until you fuck someone else, right?”

Meeting his stare, you witness his eyes widen in surprise as his mad grin finally drops from his features. Yet you don’t even let the man speak as you push your knee between his legs, bringing it all the way up to apply pressure on his aching cock and balls. You rub your knee against him and watch him squirm in displeasure.

“What do you—” Haruchiyo pants as he stares up at you, brows knitted together as he bites his lip to stop his strained moans. “Baby, I want you. Don’t be so fucking difficult now!”

His voice falters toward the end of his sentence, a high-pitched whine unable to be stopped as you push your knee deeper against his set of balls before bringing distance between your bodies.

You watch him crumble. Head falling forward in what you can only depict as exhaustion and shame, which renders him unable to look at you. Chest heaving and one of his legs rocking up and down as he tries to gather his wits.

All while you put on your skimpy little dress and fix yourself in the mirror right next to him.

Not long after, you stand behind the man for your hands to find purchase on his shoulders, mouth right next to his ear when you lean forward. “Baby,” you whisper as you leave a kiss right beneath his earlobe. “We already switched up so much tonight, didn’t we?” your cute giggles have him groan in annoyance, refusing to give you a reply.

“Don’t be a brat, Haru,” you coo at him, fingers snaking around his chin to force him to face you. Those doe-eyes of yours have long turned into snake-eyes, looking down at the man with newfound confidence. “So, how about… tonight you’re going to stay right here while I go out? Find someone else to take home and have on top of me.”

“Are you insane, you little bitch?” he bites back, his wide manic grin causing you to swallow heavy. Yet regardless of your fear, you tug his head back, fingers curled tightly around strands of his hair.

“So ungrateful,” you murmur with a pout and say your farewell with a sickenly sweet kiss to his lips before letting the door to his apartment fall shut.

No longer will he be your problem. Until he finds you again.

[coleskingdom]

Mine

Jay White x Reader

AU readers dad works for a promotion who wants to work with NJPW, and is asking his daughter to marry David Finlay. Bullet Club holds power however a last minute decision is made.

Warnings: Runaway Bride, panic attack, oral sex (fm receiving), p in v, male and female orgasms

Mentions of Adam Page, Matt Jackson and Adam Cole

Genre Smut

Standing in the dressing room of the church I wondered how could I go through with this. I knew that even though my father told me what I was doing was best for business, I cringed at the thought of walking down the aisle and seeing David Finlay at the altar backed by his band of strippers and thugs. His groomsmen were so gross that I couldn’t even have bridesmaids, instead I chose my four best male friends, and a calculated move against my future husband. A knock at the door and Matt stuck his head in “it’s time” he said looking like he was leading me to my own execution. I nodded and asked for another minute. I took a few more calming breaths but each breath seemed to get caught in my throat. My hands shaking, the next knock at the door was from the Adam’s, “ they’re getting impatient, do you want to call it off” Cole asked, Page pulled a flask from his jacket screwed off the cap handing it to me and I took a long pull off “ hey hey, save some for those of us who have to witness this” he teased trying to make me laugh. “ Where’s Jay?” I asked hesitantly “ He’s here but he said he can’t see you , he feels like he’s somehow responsible for this mess.” I blinked back tears, Page wiped my cheeks and kissed my forehead, “you have to make a decision. Whatever you decide we will support you ”. he said quietly “ I can’t let my father down, he’s counting on being able to work with Finlay and NJPW. Let’s go, before I run. “ I said reluctantly walking out of the room.The last word rattled in my brain , I could run, I could choose myself for once. I shook my head to refocus on what had to be done.

I heard the music as my bridesmen walked down the aisle an audible gasp at the realization of who I had chosen Matt Jackson, Adam Page, Adam Cole and Jay White all former members of the club and the current leader of Bullet Club Gold all work for the company that infuriates my father. I smiled my father couldn’t control everything. I walked with my chin up, David’s eyes full of rage, and his jaw set as he saw me walking towards him. I handed my bouquet to Matt, who took it reluctantly and tried to reassure me by rubbing the top of my hand . I heard David say I do, the priest then asked me and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My brain screamed run that if I could just get out of here I could just breathe. “I can’t” I said and I turned and ran up the aisle I made it all the way outside . A black challenger, pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and there was Jay “Get In” he said I opened the door and got in the gravel was flying before I could get the door closed.

How did you know? I asked still trying to quell the panic attack as the reality of what I had done set in. “ Breath, one two three four exhale” he said “ How did I know? It’s all my fault, when I lost to Eddie. I knew it was only a matter of time before your father and David would agree to this. I saw the sadness in your eyes and hoped you would make this choice. ” I took in his words I never realized he paid attention, when I asked him to stand at my sham of a wedding he agreed quicker than the other three. He declined being my man of honor, but that he’d stand for me.

“ Where are we going? I can’t go to the hotel, or home they’ll find me there. I know I ruined everything Jay” and began to cry again. “ I’ve got you.” as he turned down a dirt road leading through trees into a clearing into that sat a little cabin with a porch. “Whose place is this?” “It’s mine,it’s my getaway it’s my grounding point. Come on let’s get it in it’s starting to rain.” I got out and ran to the porch, laughing at the irony of it all. “Rain on your wedding day is supposed to be good luck.” The laughing turning into sobs, Jay unlocked the door and guided me inside.

“ I’ve got to get out of this dress, it’s suffocating me. Jay help.” With that he was on me he went to the back of the dress to try and undo the buttons. “They’re not unfastening, what did you do to this dress”. “Jay cut me out of it, please” “ My pleasure, sweet girl” with that he stood in front of me the switchblade in his hand as he cut the bodice of my dress and peeled it off of me he went to the back and loosened the corset straps. My breathing returned to normal, but my skin felt like it was on fire.

Jay’s breath on the back of my neck, his light touch in reassuring circles as he was trying to calm me. “ You’re a clever girl, wrapping yourself up in multiple layers knowing that David would be too drunk to figure this out. He never deserved you, he wouldn’t know what to do with this pretty little package so nicely wrapped in silk and lace.The question is how many layers are there. I however am a patient man who’s waited years hoping one day that you might see me the way I’ve always seen you” his words registering in my brain, I had been with Jay for years I followed him around the world, taking different jobs saying I was trying to learn the business to understand my father better at least that’s what I told myself. Though I found myself in rooms with Jay more often than not, when the other guys left for AEW, I stayed behind with Jay. I couldn’t leave him there alone we had been together so long. For all of his bravado he was a man with many layers. I had found my chosen family in these travels. I always shrugged off the feelings that I’d developed for Jay on and off through the years I thought he thought of me as one of the boys.

“Jay,” I said trying to quell the emotions, “ I shouldn’t have said all that, it’s not fair, you’ve been through enough these past…” I turned and captured his lips in a kiss catching him off guard for half a second, however he quickly took charge of the kiss, he deepened the kiss my tongue relenting as he slowed it down. He broke the kiss, moving along my jaw, down the side of neck. Taking his time like I might break or disappear. I giggled, he stopped kissing me and I giggled even harder. “ I’ve never gotten that reaction from a woman” a little dismayed. I reached for his hand brushing my thumb over his knuckles. “ Jay, I’m sorry, I’m standing here with my wedding dress cut down the middle on the floor in a corset petticoats a garter and heels and you are in a suit , in a romantic cabin, with you and I’ve never been happier in my whole life.“ I said smiling “ My sweet girl, I’m going to make tonight and every night happier than the last.” He turned me around working on the ribbons of the corset again and kissed my spine as he undid them one by one, taking his time never rushing. “You really had a plan didn’t you, but you’re the most beautiful gift I’ve ever unwrapped “ with the corset and petticoats removed I stood there in front of Jay my wedding night lingerie. “ I feel like I’m over dressed"he grinned, inches from me. He began to undress he took off is coat, each move was for my benefit he removed the cufflinks and placed them on the table, unbuttoned the white shirt his abs now on full display, he rolled up his sleeves like a man on a mission.

When our bodies meet it’s like time stands still there is nothing soft in this kiss. He kisses me like he’s trying to conquer me, to prove something to me and himself. His mouth tastes like whiskey, the same whiskey I drank before I walked down the aisle. Suddenly, he’s walking me backwards one hand in my hair the other on my waist, as we enter his bedroom never breaking the kiss. He sets me down on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees before me. My breath hitches. His eyes linger on my breasts for a few moments before he places a kiss on my stomach, then my hip bone, another to bow at the top of my white lace thong.

I shut my eyes in response to the sudden ache inside my chest.His palms land on my ribcage and move skyward until they're wrapped around my breasts. An appreciative breath escapes him.”Fuck, these feel good," he rasps against my skin, his lips still pressing kisses to my abdomen. Warm pleasure slips through my veins at what he's doing to me. How he's touching me. He drops one hand to my thigh, lifts my leg, and slings it over his shoulder. He lifts his gaze to meet mine.”You're not going anywhere unless I let you,my sweet girl.” I moan as his palm runs over my mound, “My girl is already so wet, and I’ve barely even begun “ he rips the fabric of my thong. My body shudders with anticipation, his mouth finds my pussy licking my slit, his tongue darting in out of my core, avoiding my clit, by just blowing softly on it. “Jay, please “ I beg, knowingly he takes his thumb and begins rubbing my clit. My body tenses as I feel my orgasm building, he replaces his mouth with his fingers. The sounds my body is making, as his mouth begins to lick and suck my clit. “Jay I’m going to come,” Not yet , be a good girl, I promise you’re almost there” he added a third finger making me feel impossibly full, stroking deep inside of me. My pussy squeezing his fingers, “okay now, sweet girl” with a final curl of his fingers. The pressure that had built inside me snapped and I came off the mattress as my back arched and my mind went blank and all I could remember was his name. He worked me through my pleasure “ Jay I need you”, my body and mind chasing that release that freedom again.

Jay stands he pulls his arms out of the sleeves, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing with the movement.The pants go next, together with the boxers. My gaze dips to his abs, the V-below, then lower. I swallow. Somehow, he looks even bigger than I imagined. He gets on the bed, settles his weight between my legs, wraps one palm around my thigh, hiking it up higher. I run my hands up his muscled chest. He's burning up. So am I.

His cock presses against my center, and he wraps his fist around it, guiding it where it belongs. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me, he fills me all the way and a moan pours out of him. “Fucking perfect, you’re taking me so good, sweet girl.” He kisses me before he pulls back and pushes into me even deeper this time. My other leg comes around to the back of his thigh my heel digging in to encourage him to keep going. “My greedy girl, wants more, tell me what you need .” Faster Jay, please” he speeds up lowering his head to suck on my neck. “ You’re squeezing me so tight, you feel so good, you’re fucking perfect.” He mutters. His words set me off. The pressure begins to build again increasing with every smooth stroke, He changes the angle of his hips and it’s even better and more intense. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as my orgasm takes over. "Mine," he growls as I flutter around him. His body grows taut, every muscle prominent and hard. I scrape my nails down his chest and watch his face morph into a grimace. His cock jerks, and he spills inside of me with a guttural groan. For a while, we stay tangled with each other. I press a kiss to his chest. He brushes his fingers through my hair.

A phone ringing on the night stand breaks the silence. I pout as he pulls out of my body, I wanted to keep us here in this moment for as long as possible. “Sweet girl, if I don’t answer this phone, we are going to have your other 3 bridesmen here, and that would ruin my plans.” he answers the phone. “ Hello, yes I’ve got her. She’s okay.” I begin to press kisses along his chest down his abs his breath hitches “ No, she’s going to stay here. Yes, it’s final” as I kiss lower. His hands playing in my hair. “ Fuck” he hisses “I will deal with Finlay and her father tomorrow, if they ask any further questions tell them she’s mine.” He slammed the phone down.

“No where were we” I said.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Mine

Jay White X Fem Reader requested by: @switchbabeeexo

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist (word count 1,200)

Summary: Ever since Jay joined the AEW roster he has gained the attention of the female talent. The girls backstage are drawn to his foreign accent and mysterious personality. It doesn’t matter how many times Jay tells you he’s not interested in those girls you still find yourself growing insecure. What happens when the voices get too loud and you need that extra reassurance? 

I was well aware of all the new attention Jay would get once he joined AEW so why was I so shocked when the women backstage threw themselves at him? This wasn’t something new, in fact, it happened all the time in Japan. The difference was the girls here were different, they were special, they were gorgeous. I watched every week as different women tried to flirt with Jay, they were practically foaming at the mouth. “Oh my gawddd, your accent is so hotttt” many of them would say as they leaned on his shoulder. You could tell that Jay coudn’t give a fuck about these girls, he never fed into their fantasies. Instead, he would brush every comment off like it was nothing. He knew I hated it, he found it amusing how much I cared about the comments when he didn’t.

I sat at catering staring daggers at Jay and Harley Cameron, she was attempting to flirt with him. Her hand was on his chest as her breasts fell out of her top. Jay on the other hand was completely ignoring her. Just then Jay and I made eye contact. He could see the anger in my eyes and was quick to excuse himself from Harley. “You know I wasn’t even paying attention to her right?” he told me. “I don’t even like any of these women” He knew I was mad and wound’t forgive him that easily. “Y/n I’m sorry, you know I love you” “Why is it that I can’t even talk to Will Ospeary without you wanting to kill someone when you get to flirt with the female talent” I asked him. “That’s different-” “No it’s not!” “Will is in love with you, he wants to fuck you” “Don’t you think those girls want that too. Look at Harley over there, she was just eye fucking you” “Come on Y/n, you’re being ridiculous” “No, I’m done” I yelled before walking out of the building. “Don’t worry JayJay, you can sleep in my bed tonight” Harley said to Jay. “Fuck off” Jay spat back. 

On my way out of the arena, I ran into no other than Will. “What’s wrong love? Did the switchblade finally cut you?” he asked. “I don’t want to talk about it” I told him, trying to leave as fast as I could. “Are you sure, you look like you’re about to cry” he told me sincerely. Next thing I knew I was in his hotel room in tears as he held me. “I can’t believe someone would say something like that. That’s complete bullshit” Will told me “What did Jay say when you told him?” “He said I was overreacting” “I’m really sorry Y/n, you didn’t deserve that” I don’t know how or why I was venting to Will but it felt good that someone was finally listening to me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I overheard a week prior to this mess. I had heard the other girls talking shit about me and when I told Jay about it he just brushed it off like it was nothing. The conversation was between Harley and Saraya. “I can’t believe Jay is still with her. You would think once he made it he would get rid of her” Harley said “Like I get they have been together for a long time and everything but let’s just face it, he could do better” she continued “I don’t even know what it is that he sees in her? She’s not pretty, she’s boring, there is nothing special about her. There are so many other people out there, look at all the models that want him and yet he’s still with her” I was trying not to cry as I heard Harley’s words. Sure they hurt but who she was talking to hurt more. One of my best friends Saraya stood next to her, listening to the conversation. “Once you get to know her, Y/n is really nice Harley. You don’t even know her!” I listened as Saraya defended me but that didn’t take away from the hurtful words. 

Once I left Will’s room I returned to my own hotel room. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower. I opened the door expecting to be alone since Dynamite was on the air but to my surprise, Jay was waiting for me. “Where were you?” he asked calmly “Does it matter where I was?” I asked him “You were with him weren’t you?” “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. Why should you care, at least Will cares about me?” I could see the pain in his eyes “I do care about you Y/n, I love you. I’m sorry about earlier, I really am” I knew he was sincere but I still wasn’t convinced he was sorry. “Do you know how gorgeous you are? You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen” he told me “I don’t care what those other girls think, you are the only person I need. You’re not boring Y/n, they are just jealous of you. Jealous of how naturally perfect you are. Look at the girls that flirt with me, they are all fake, they are not real. Fake tits, fake lips, fake everything. They are so ugly both inside and out that they need to do all of these things to at least have a chance against you. You have perfect plump lips that I love to kiss and bite. I would be scared Harley’s filler would explode if I did that to her. Your chest is warm and soft, those girls have fucken hard boulders in their tops” I couldn't help the laugh I let out at his comments. “It’s true! You are just perfect, I love every single thing about you. All of your ‘imperfections’ are perfections.” I didn’t even realize I was crying until Jay wiped away my tears and held me close. “I know, I know baby, I’m sorry” Jay and I stayed like that for a while, in each other’s loving embrace before sharing a hot shower.

I let the hot water burn my skin as Jay rubbed bubbles all over my body. “I don’t think you understand how obsessed with you I am. I love every single part of you Y/n” Jay told me as he began placing kisses all over my body. “This scar you claim to hate, love it,” he said as he kissed the deep scar on my side “Your hip dips, love them, stretch marks, love them, your beauty marks, obsessed” Every single ‘flaw’ I had pointed out over the years Jay told me he loved, kissing every single one lovingly. “You know how much I love you when I’m on my knees for you Y/n,” Jay told me, his eyes now dark. “Do you forgive me?” he asked “Yes, I’m sorry Jay. I love you too” “No, I’m sorry Y/n. I hope this will make it up to you” 

[midwestmade29]

Sweet Girl 🤍

Well, @coleskingdom's efforts to turn me into a Jay White lover haven't completely failed because here I am posting a smutty fic about him! Thanks for opening my eyes to this handsome man with the most delicious accent 🫠 This story is for you girl 🖤 Word count: 1.2k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF is not mine • Disclaimers: Cursing, oral sex, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

After changing the plans he had with you, Jay finds a way to make up for it...

Life had been pretty busy lately for you and Jay. The original plan for your evening was for the two of you to spend some much-needed time together, but that got thrown out the window when Austin and Colten called. They asked if Jay would join them at the gym, catching him hook, line, and sinker when they mentioned they wanted to discuss their next course of action against their own father and his scissoring counter parts.

You knew something was up when Jay kept looking in your direction during the phone call all while responding to questions with a simple “Mhmm” or “Yeah.” When he finally hung up, he gave you a sympathetic grin as he walked over to you, his gray eyes silently pleading with you to not be mad at him for what he was about to say.

You held up your hands to stop whatever was about to come out of his mouth, saying your own thoughts instead, “Let me guess, there’s been a change of plans?” His silence was all the answer you needed. You crossed your arms and scoffed, turning your head to the side to break eye contact with Jay. He walked up to you and rubbed your arms with his hands while keeping his voice low and sweet.

“I know tonight was supposed to be our night sweet girl, but the children need me,” he joked, leaving you less than amused.

“Seriously, you’re breaking our plans for Austin and Colten? They’re practically glued to your hip, Jay! I think they’ll be just fine without you for one damn night,” you hissed.

“I promise, I won’t be gone long. When I get back, I’m all yours! I’ll find a way to make it up to you, sweet girl,” Before you could protest, Jay kissed your forehead and nearly darted for the door.

An hour went by, and your anger finally dissipated. Instead of sitting around and stewing, you decided to pour yourself a glass of wine and enjoy a hot bubble bath. When you walked to the kitchen to place your empty glass in the sink, you nearly jumped out of your skin- and your towel when Jay snuck up behind you!

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Miss me?” he asked arrogantly.

You shimmied free of his embrace, turning around so you could see him.

“Actually, I didn’t think about you once,” you quipped. You tried to stand firm, but your body was already giving you away. 

The truth is, he’s all you thought about during your bath. Your thoughts had nothing to do with him ditching you, instead, they were focused on how good his hands felt on your body whenever he touched you. They were focused on how soft his lips are and how much you wanted to kiss them. Your thoughts were focused on the way his muscles were taut and predominant after a good workout.

Jay already knew you were bullshitting him, so he called you on your bluff.

“You sure about that, Y/N? The flush of your cheeks says otherwise,”

You didn’t dare stroke his ego, so you rolled your eyes and continued to deny everything, “That could just be from the wine you know,” 

Your determination to throw him off your scent made Jay let out a soft chuckle. He took a few steps forward and pinned your body up against the kitchen counter with his own.

“No, no. I don’t think that’s it. But there’s no sense in arguing when I have yet to show you how I plan on making tonight up to you,” he said with a smirk. “Care to know what I had in mind?”

With Jay’s lips being mere inches away from your own, and the feeling of his body pressed against yours, you knew you were already done for. You swallowed hard and nodded your head “yes,” giving Jay the green light to continue. Within seconds, he removed your towel and lifted you up before placing you down on the countertop! He admired the view that was now before him before pulling your lower half closer to the edge and spreading your legs with his hands.

“I’d hold onto something if I were you, sweet girl. I don’t plan on stopping until you’re a quivering mess,”

Jay expertly maneuvered his tongue around your most sensitive parts, drawing moan after moan from you. His tongue flicked and swirled against your clit while his fingers worked their magic inside of you. He could tell you were on the brink of orgasming when your fingers weaved themselves in his hair and pulled, a string of unintelligible words and curses fell from your lips.

He made sure his word was good when he made you cum so hard that it made your entire body shake against his mouth!

“Mmm, I could listen to you make those noises all night,” he murmured against your thigh. He planted a soft kiss there before standing up, “In fact, I think I will. Come on sweet girl, I’m not done with you just yet,”

With your weakened legs wrapped around his waist, Jay carried you to the bedroom and placed you on the bed. You watched intently as he removed his clothes and tossed them aside before positioning himself between your legs. The tip of his hard length brushed up against your core, causing both of you to groan at the sensation!

“So, so wet for me! I know you’ll feel just as good as you tasted,” Jay purred against your neck.

His facial hair brushed up against your delicate skin there, causing goosebumps to cover your entire body and you to melt underneath him even more. He positioned himself at your entrance and rested his body weight on his forearms before inching himself inside of you painstakingly slow. His length stretched and filled you, your walls tugging and pulling him with each drawn out push of his hips.

“Please, Jay! I need more,” you cried out. “F-fuck me, I want you to fuck me!” He heard and understood your plea when he began moving in and out of you faster and much deeper than before. He was hitting all the right spots inside of you, each time his cock brushed up against them you felt yourself getting closer and closer to toppling over the edge.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Y/N. All tousled and consumed by bliss! I was a fool to leave you earlier.” Jay said breathlessly.

His movements became sloppy and erratic the closer he got to his release, but he wanted to make you unravel first.

“Come on, Y/N! Let yourself go for me a second time. Give me one more, sweet girl,”

Jay captured your lips with his as you came for the second time that night. Your body trembled while he continued thrusting his hips as he chased his own release. You felt his length twitch inside of you as ropes of his cum filled you to the brim. Jay’s breathing was ragged as he savored every last second of pleasure coursing through him, all the while he planted kisses around your face.

“My sweet girl, you did so beautifully for me,” he whispered. “It would seem that you did miss me while I was gone after all…”

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Hongjoong: Tame (Part 3)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 5k in this part. (Part 1, Part 2, Final Part)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

Three weeks later, you could pretty much call yourself a member of a mafia gang. Well, that's what you were now even if you were in slight denial.

You spent a lot of time with Ateez. Hongjoong taught you how to shoot like a pro, Jongho taught you how to defend yourself if you don't have a weapon, and Yeosang and Seonghwa taught you medical related stuff such as removing a bullet from a body and treating a gunshot wound. Yeosang also taught you the basics of hacking, but you sucked at it. San, Wooyoung, and Aeji taught you how to seduce a target, and you nearly died of embarrassment when you had to practice with Wooyoung as the target. Jiwoo pretty much gave you some of her bubbliness while she and Yeoreum taught you a bit about illegal international business deals. The three girls also told you a hell lot about their sex lives when you all had a girls' night a few days ago. On the other hand, Yunho and Mingi were just playing 'tossing Kiah' (as they call it), which was literally just them throwing and catching you like as if you were a ball. The giants found it extremely fascinating that you were an entire foot shorter than them. Sometimes, they would use the top of your head as an armrest.

Hongjoong bought you a phone, but unfortunately, you couldn't log into any of your social media accounts, or even your email as your cousin and uncle were searching for you and the culprits who made your cousin unconscious the night he was going to sell you.

"Kiah, do want some orange juice?" Mingi asked you from the kitchen while he poured himself a glass. You nod your head and he poured some for you too. Yeosang was there as well, busy eating fried chicken.

"Hey, Kiah?" Mingi called out, making you look up at him. "You never really told us about your parents." He handed you your juice.

"My mother died when I was a newborn," you replied, sipping on your juice. "My father... well, I rarely saw him after he made me live with my uncle. Now no one has seen him in months." Both the boys noticed how sad you were when you spoke about your father. You really wanted to see him; you didn't even know whether he was dead or alive.

"What's your father's name and age?" Yeosang questioned. "I could track him or at least find out if he's all right."

"Moon Dongwoo and he's 49 years old," you answered with a small smile. "Thank you, Yeosang." 

~

After about three hours, Yeosang approached you while you were talking to Aeji and some of the boys. He sat on the couch adjacent to you after briefly greeting everyone.

"So I tried to track your father, Kiah," Yeosang stated nonchalantly. "And I found absolutely nothing."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"There are zero records of him," Yeosang explained, "Like no bank or property details… To put it in simple words, it's like as if he doesn't exist."

You frowned. "So he's… d-dead?"

"Don't know," Yeosang shrugged. "There are no death records either. There were a couple of men with the same name as him, but no one was 49 years old."

You pondered about it for a while. Why would your dad erase all traces of his existence? Even if he didn't, someone else did. But why?

"Wait," you blurted out. "Did you check with the police station? My dad is a cop."

San, who was listening to the conversation, nearly chokes on the sprite that he was drinking. "Your dad is a cop and you're here, living in a mafia gang's house?!"

"I know right?!" Yunho said from beside him and you only shrug in response.

"I checked the police station as well," Yeosang remarked. "Still no records."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "That's just strange. He's a cop, there has to be at least something about him at the police station."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Kiah," Yeosang said in a soft tone, giving you a reassuring smile. "We'll find him."

-

The next day after you woke up, you found everyone seated in the living room, lost in deep thought. You quietly sat beside Jiwoo, wondering whether you should ask why everyone is so quiet.

"That's not a bad idea, actually," Wooyoung said after glancing at you while you stared at him in confusion. What idea was he talking about?

"Yeah, it's a terrible idea," Hongjoong retorted, glancing at you as well.

"Kiah," Mingi starts, grabbing your attention. "What do you think about attending a masquerade party?"

"You mean a mafia masquerade party?" you emphasized.  

"Of course," he replied.

"Ah, it's cool, I guess?" you said nonchalantly; you were getting used to the mafia life, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like it.

"It's settled then," San stated, getting up from the couch and stretching his arms. "Kiah is Hongjoong's date for the party."

"Knew it," Jongho murmured.

"No," Hongjoong protested. "A lot of people saw her face at the auction. It's a terrible idea."

"Well, it's a masquerade party hosted by our ally," Seonghwa remarked. "No one will try shit even if they recognize her."

"Plus, we're all going to be there. We can't leave Kiah alone here," Yeoreum added and Jiwoo nodded her head in agreement.

Hongjoong sighed. "Fine."

~

"You look gorgeous, Kiah!" Aeji squealed after doing your makeup. Yeoreum just finished doing Jiwoo's hair and started doing your hair.

"Hongjoong won't be able to keep his hands to himself," Yeoreum remarked with a smirk, making you blush.

"I'm surprised he hasn't made a move yet," Aeji said.

"We all know he wants to," Jiwoo mumbled while taking a mirror selfie.

You chuckled. "Nothing has happened yet."

"Yet?" Yeoreum teased you, curling a strand of your hair with the curling iron. "So you want something to happen, huh?"

“I—”

"You obviously do."

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. "Don't accidentally burn my hair, Yeoreum!" The girls laughed at the sight of you getting flustered 

"Kiah, what are you planning on wearing?" Aeji asked.

"The black cocktail dress."

"No, you're not wearing that," she protests. "Wear the red dress Jiwoo got you last week."

You raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You'll see," she smirked.

~

After all of you got ready and slipped into your respective outfits, you went downstairs where the boys were waiting.

As soon as Hongjoong saw you, his lips parted slightly as he scanned you from head to toe. You were wearing a short, strapless red dress that fit your body perfectly, hugging your curves and exposing your highlighted collarbones. You wore silver wedges that matched the silver necklace around your neck. Your long hair was curled and your makeup was simple yet elegant.

"Hongjoong's favorite color is red, by the way. Thank me later," Aeji whispered to you, giving you a wink before she ran into Seonghwa's arms. So that's why she forced you to wear a red dress. You snorted at Aeji's words before your eyes landed on Hongjoong. He looked absolutely ethereal in his black ripped jeans and white t-shirt underneath the leather jacket he was wearing. You expected to see the guys in suits, considering it was a masquerade event, but it looked like you all were going to a club instead. Oh well, maybe this is how the mafia rolls.

You heard someone clear their throat. "Um, if you're both done eye-fucking each other, can we leave? We're getting late," San commented and Jiwoo laughed loudly at her boyfriend's words. The other eight already left and you wondered how you didn't even notice.

Hongjoong doesn't utter a word; he only approaches you and takes your hand in his, leading you to the garage. You, Hongjoong, Jiwoo, and San were riding in the same car.

San begun driving and the car was filled with Jiwoo gushing about how she loved going for Stray Kids' parties. San told you about how Wooyoung introduced Ateez to his friend, Changbin, and that's how Ateez met the rest of Stray Kids.

After a while, you reached Stray Kids' mansion. The exterior was lit up with blue and yellow lights.

Jiwoo handed you a pretty silver eye-mask and you put it on; Hongjoong wore a red mask, Jiwoo wore black, and San wore gold.

"Alright, let's party!" Jiwoo squealed, pulling San along with her, practically running inside.

Hongjoong wrapped an arm around your waist as he led you inside Stray Kids' mansion, scanning the crowd to see if he could find any of his allies.

"Ah, Hongjoong!" you heard someone say, catching your attention. Hongjoong's arm leaves your waist to hug that person.

"Chan! It's been so long, yeah?"

"Very," he agreed before glancing at you. "I see you've got yourself a girl."

Hongjoong chuckled. "This is Moon Kiah. Kiah, this is Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids." Chan stretched his hand out and you shake it.

While Hongjoong spoke to Chan, Jiwoo dragged you away to get a drink. You wondered how hyper she would be when drunk, considering the fact that she was already pretty hyper when sober.

Jiwoo got a couple of tequila shots and you only downed three.  "Only three?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," you answered with a small giggle. "I have very bad alcohol tolerance."

Jiwoo took her own shots before Wooyoung dragged the two of you to introduce you to the other members of Stray Kids. You were seriously shocked by how young and polite these men were, despite being in the mafia.

"So whose girl is she gonna be now?" Changbin asked.  

"She's Hongjoong's girl," Wooyoung answered, and you giggle at that, already a little drunk.

"Mhmm, yeah, I'm Hongjoong's girl, hi!" you squealed before realizing that Jiwoo suddenly wasn't there anymore. "Where's Jiwoo?" you pouted  

"Probably would've found someone to talk to or she's in some room with San," Wooyoung replied. "Anyway, let's get you to Hongjoong, little one."

"I'm here," you heard a familiar voice say behind you, making you jump a little before you turned around. "Kim Hongjoong, you…” you trailed off, admiring his face even though half of it was covered with the mask. "You're so fucking hot, like what the actual fuck?!"  Wooyoung and Changbin laughed loudly before they walked away, leaving you alone with a slightly stunned Hongjoong.

"How much did you drink, hmm?" Hongjoong asked, looking down at you with soft eyes. You gave him a loving smile while your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

"Three tequila," you mumbled before you suddenly squealed. The DJ started playing one of your favorite songs. "Dance with me," you whispered in Hongjoong's ear, pulling his body closer to yours.

Hongjoong danced with you for a little while, holding you close to his body so that you wouldn't trip and fall in your 5-inch heels. After the song ended, he pulled you to a less crowded area to sit on the sofas. Your heartbeat sped up when Hongjoong made you sit on his lap instead of the free space beside him. You wrapped an arm around his neck while your other hand ran through his soft hair.

"What's wrong with that guy?" you whispered in Hongjoong's ear, glancing at a green-masked guy who was sitting near you, all alone on the floor, staring at the ceiling with a huge smile.

"Probably took LSD," Hongjoong remarked after taking a quick glance at the man.

"Oh," you murmured. "He's a really bad boy. You shouldn't take drugs. Okay, pretty boy?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused by the tipsy side of you. He chuckled prettily in your ear, pulling you even closer to him.

"I don't do drugs, love." He places his cold hand on the skin right above your knee. "I'm a good boy," he whispered in a low tone. Hongjoong could clearly see how much he affected you.

"Liar," you whispered in his ear. You place a kiss right below his ear before trailing kisses along his jawline. You stopped at his chin and pulled away. When his eyes met yours, you leaned in, finally pressing your lips against his. He responded immediately, kissing you back like as if there was no tomorrow. You've never been kissed with such intensity before.  Hongjoong's hand that was just above your knee, began to move upwards. You weren't drunk, just tipsy, so you knew what was happening; you were starting to feel really excited as his hand went higher and higher.

You heard someone clear their throat. "Kim Hongjoong?"

Hongjoong halted his actions and pulled away from you to look up at the woman who interrupted him. She had orange colored hair and was wearing a dark blue eye mask.

"Oh? Royeon?" he got up from his seat, making you stand up along with him. He sounded a little excited, and that made you feel a little jealous. Who was she?

Royeon smirked. "New girl, huh?"

Hongjoong ignored her comment. "Kiah, this is my friend, Royeon."

She snorted. "Friend? I'm quite offended by that title, Joongie." she pouts a little before turning to you. "I'm his first love."

You kept a pokerface on. "That's nice. It’s a pleasure to meet you," you said nonchalantly, trying not to sound bothered about the fact that Hongjoong's first love was standing right in front of your face. She was giving you a bad vibe and you absolutely hated how she was undressing Hongjoong with her eyes. You couldn't deny that you had strong feelings for Kim Hongjoong and you were planning on telling him pretty soon.

You turned to Hongjoong with a small smile on your face. "I'm gonna go get a drink," you said, purposely giving him a kiss that lasted a little longer than it should before you left him alone with his previous lover.

You didn't get a drink. Instead, you went outside, exploring the lit up garden in Stray Kids' mansion. The mansion was a little smaller than Ateez's mansion, but was extremely beautiful nonetheless.

You walked to one of the trees that was lit up with blue lights, taking out your phone to take a few pictures of yourself.

"So Yang Daeyoung hasn't been spotted anywhere?" you heard someone say.

"No," another person replied. "He probably escaped to another country or died.”

"What about his child?" the first person asked.

"No one knows what he or she looks like. Anyway, we have to find Yang Daeyoung and his child before another gang does. I heard many gangs are still searching for him… especially Ateez and CIX. We need to get all that information before them."

You were suddenly really interested in whatever the two people were talking about. You mentally reminded yourself to ask one of the Ateez members about this Yang Daeyoung guy later.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone here?" you heard someone say behind you, words slurred.

You turned to face the man who was in a green eye-mask. "Taking pictures as you can clearly see," you answered the clearly drunk man.

He smirked. "I'm Jinseop," he introduced. "And your attitude is really fucking turning me on, babygirl."

"I didn't ask," you stated, rolling your eyes.

He took a step towards you and you didn't move an inch. "You know," he starts, placing a hand on your shoulder while he towered over you. "I heard Stray Kids have a few spare rooms here. How about we go upstairs and—"

"Get your fucking hands off her."

Jinseop rolled his eyes, not even glancing at the person.

"Now," the person growled. He froze when he finally realized who was talking to him.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized and quickly walked away, leaving you quite stunned.

"Wow, Kim Hongjoong," you remark in amusement after a few seconds. "You scared someone."

Hongjoong doesn't say anything. He only walked towards you, and you involuntarily took a step back, making your back press against the cold surface of a wall. Hongjoong towered over your short height and you could tell he loved how small you looked next to him.

He cupped your cheek with one hand and places his lips against yours, gently kissing you before trailing kisses down to your neck. Your hands immediately went up to grab his hair while he started to suck and kiss the skin of your neck, making you moan softly. He smirked against your skin, absolutely loving how he was the one who was making you feel good. He brought his lips back to yours, kissing you a little harder than before while his hands moved down to your ass, grabbing it through the fabric of your dress. You gasped at his actions and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds.

"You're all mine, Moon Kiah."

-

Hongjoong led you back inside and you immediately spot his ex-girlfriend who was trying to hit on an unbothered Yunho.

"Yunho," Hongjoong called out and the man looked at him. Royeon's attention was also now on the two of you. "Where are the rest? We have to leave soon."

"I have no clue," Yunho answered.  "Yeoreum just took Mingi to the bathroom. The man drank way too much."

You noticed Royeon glaring at you, her eyes flickering between your neck and Hongjoong's messed up hair; you realized that he probably left a nice mark on your neck. You smirked, loving her annoyed reaction. You wrapped your arms around Hongjoong's waist and he smiled at you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Yunho controlled the urge to laugh once he realized what you just did.

Royeon cleared her throat. "So Hongjoong, did you get any news on Yang Daeyoung?" You felt Hongjoong stiffen a little.

"No," Hongjoong simply replied.

She chuckled. "Oh well. That must really suck for you since all... that happened, huh?" You could tell Hongjoong was going to lose his temper. You were extremely curious about this person, considering the fact that you've heard about him twice in less than an hour. "I bet you're dying to capture him. You would've planned so much to—"

"That's none of your business, Royeon," Yunho stated in a cold tone, cutting her off.

She raised her hands up defensively. "What I'm trying to say is I'd like to help."

"We don't need your help," Hongjoong spat through gritted teeth and Royeon was taken aback. You wondered why she looked shocked; was Hongjoong a complete sweetheart to her or something when they were together?

She cleared her throat, clearly offended. "Alright… come over to my place whenever you want me, Hongjoong," she said with a smirk before she walked away. You scoffed at her words and tightened your hold around Hongjoong who was quite amused by your reaction.

He put a finger under your chin to make you look up at him. "Maybe I should take up her offer, hmm?"

You scowled. "Don't even think about it, Kim Hongjoong. You're mine."

"Say that again, baby."

"You're mine."

Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours and you kiss him back immediately, loving the feeling of his soft lips moving with yours.

"Oh, they're finally doing something," you heard Jongho say.

"Yeah, I was so tired of hearing Hongjoong whine everyday about how badly he wanted to kiss her," Seonghwa remarked, and you smile against Hongjoong's lips. You pulled away from the kiss, smiling widely at a blushing Hongjoong.

You turned your head to look at Seonghwa. "He was whining about that?" you asked in amusement.

"Oh, yeah, all the time," he answered with a chuckle.

A drunk Wooyoung laughed loudly. "That's not all! Hyung was also complaining about how Hongjoong junior was aching for—" Hongjoong smacked his palm over Wooyoung's mouth, stopping him from exposing him.

"Hey, let him complete," you stated, amused by the whole situation. Hongjoong shook his head in disagreement.

"We have to leave," Hongjoong changed the topic. "Yunho, go get Mingi and Yeoreum. Seonghwa, call San and Yeosang."

"Yeosang's getting some upstairs after so long," Yunho revealed. "He'll be shit pissed if you guys interrupt him."

Wooyoung chuckled. "After so long? He got pussy last week! And he's with the same blonde chick upstairs."

"No wonder he was the most excited to come here," Jongho mumbled.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Well, I want to leave now. Anyone else wants to come?"

"Hyung, you and Aeji can go," Yunho said to Seonghwa. "Aeji's really tired. I'll come with the rest."

Seonghwa nodded and the four of you leave first, walking to one of three cars. Seonghwa had to drive after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors to Hongjoong.

After he began driving, you wanted to ask who this Yang Daeyoung guy was, but you thought now didn't seem like an appropriate time; you didn't want to interrupt the peaceful silence in the car.

You were feeling quite drained out, so you rested your head on Hongjoong's shoulder, trying your best to not fall asleep.

“Sleep, Kiah,” he mumbled, bringing your body closer to his. “I’ll wake you up when we reach,” he said, although he had no plans of doing that.

“Okay…” you closed your eyes, sleep taking over your body within a few minutes.

Hongjoong placed a soft kiss on your head. “I love you…”

5 months later.

As soon as Hongjoong came back home from his mission and stepped into your bedroom, you ran into his arms. “I missed you so much!” you mumbled against your boyfriend’s chest while he embraced you.

You started dating Hongjoong around three months ago when he finally got the courage to confess that he fell in love with you. To his relief, you were just as head over heels in love with him. The boys sometimes refer to you as ‘the one who tamed his temper’ as Hongjoong didn’t get annoyed very often anymore. You had also grown used to the mafia life, and you often found yourself enjoying it more than you should. You knew almost everything about the boys and the world you were now a part of. They even let you go on missions, sometimes letting you go solo. Hongjoong was always a little hesitant as he was scared something would happen to you, but he was getting used to it.

“I was only gone for a week, love,” Hongjoong chuckled and you sighed.

“It felt like years.” You pulled away from his chest to look at him. You pecked his lips before moving to sit on your bed, your boyfriend mirroring your actions.

“I got you a lot of chocolates,” he said, reaching out to grab your hand, intertwining it with his own. “I’ve kept them in the fridge.”

You smiled, lying down while you played with Hongjoong’s hand. “It’ll get over in two days,” you stated, knowing the boys would finish it before you could even grab a piece.

“Then I’ll go back and get you more.”

“I’d rather you stay here with me,” you mumbled, arms reaching out to hug your boyfriend. Hongjoong settled in your embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your hand moved to his hair, playing with his strands. Hongjoong couldn’t help but place a kiss on your sensitive neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. He began placing more kisses on your neck, smirking when he felt you grab a fistful of his hair. He trailed kisses from your neck to your jaw and finally to your lips.

“I love you,” he murmured, moving to hover above you. Cupping your cheek, Hongjoong gazed at you with nothing but love and adoration, making your heart race.

You grinned at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You pulled him into a kiss which he eagerly responded to. Lips moving with yours, Hongjoong took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on it before licking your lip as a way of asking for permission. You parted your lips wider, letting him slide his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues danced in a slow rhythm while Hongjoong rolled his hips against yours, making you moan. You gently pushed him away, making him look at you with a worried gaze, thinking he went too far. But you pushed him further, making him lie down on his back before you straddled his hips. Your hands pulled your t-shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. Hongjoong’s eyes moved to your bra clad chest. You reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your chest.

“Can I touch you?” he asked. You took his hands, placing them on your chest in response. Hongjoong gently squeezed your boobs, thumbs running over your hardened nipples. He sat up a little so that his face could reach your chest. He placed kisses on your sternum before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking on it, licking the small bud. He mirrored his actions for your other nipple, and your back arched in pleasure. When he pulled away, you immediately crashed your lips onto his in a hungry kiss. You involuntarily grinded down on his hard-on, a groan leaving his throat. Hongjoong’s hands moved to your hips, helping you move faster on his bulge.

“I want you, Joong,” you moaned out, making him get harder.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah. I want you to fuck me. Please,” you begged. You weren’t a virgin, but this was going to be your first time with Hongjoong.

He only smiled, halting your movements on his bulge. “Let me prep you, baby. Sit on my face.” You got off his lap to take your jeans off along with your panties. Hongjoong also stripped out his clothes, leaving himself bare in front of you for the first time. You involuntarily bit your lip, taking in the sight of his thick, hard cock. He looked absolutely irresistible.

Hongjoong climbed back onto the bed, lying down while he waited for you to straddle his face.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, a little hesitant to put your weight on his face.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he chuckled. “Sit comfortably.”

You lowered yourself onto his face, making sure you didn’t put all of your weight on him. Hongjoong's hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth. He wasted no time in lapping at your slit, collecting your wetness on his tongue. He moaned at your sweet taste, tongue dipping into your hole, his nose pressing onto your clit. He moved his mouth to latch onto your clit, giving your nub a few sucks before moving back to your hole. “Fuck!” you moaned, hands reaching down to grasp his hair while he fucked you with his tongue. You felt the familiar knot forming and you warned Hongjoong that you were close. He licked up and down your slit, lapping at your clit, pushing you to your high. You moaned out his name while you came on his face and he wasted no time in licking up your juices, a drop rolling down from his lips. When you moved your pussy away from his face, you got wetter at the sight of his lips glistening with your juices.

You moved down his body to return the favor, but he stopped you. “I’ll let you do that another time, babe. But now I really need to be inside of you.” Hongjoong sat up, piling pillows behind him before leaning back on it. “Are you on the pill?” he asked while pumping his cock.

“No…”

He groaned. “I don’t have condoms on me right now. They’re in my room.”

“It’s okay, you can just pull out,” you stated.  

“Are you sure, my love?”

“Mhmm.” You moved to straddle his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance. You sank down on his length, the stretch making you whimper. Once Hongjoong was fully inside of you, you placed your hands on his abs, slowly moving yourself up and down on his cock, coating it with your arousal. Hongjoong bucked his hips up to meet yours half-way. You leaned down to kiss him while you rolled your hips against his. You pulled away and smiled at him before you increased the pace. Your hands reached back to grab his thighs while you rode him. Hongjoong watched your boobs bounce along with you, the sight making him groan. When Hongjoong felt himself getting close, he switched positions, slipping out of you, making you whine. He only giggled, leaning down to peck your lips before he gripped your waist. Without any warning, he slammed his cock into you, making you gasp, your walls clenching violently around him while he fucked you hard and raw.

You gripped the bedsheets beneath you, feeling the knot forming in your lower area. “J-Joong… I—”

“I know, baby, I’m close too,” he groaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy. “You’re taking me so well, fuck.”

Hongjoong moved one hand down to your clit, his fingers rubbing your nub in circular motions. You screamed his name when your second orgasm washed over you. Hongjoong pulled out immediately, spilling onto your stomach. You reached out to pump his cock, milking him dry. Hongjoong collapsed beside you, body coated in a thin layer of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. He pulled you into a sweet kiss a few seconds later.

“That was amazing,” he murmured against your lips. You smiled, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “Let’s clean up, hmm? Shower with me?” You nodded, letting him carry you to the bathroom.

[wicked-mind]

The King and Queen: Chapter two

Summary: Y/N is the Queen of Guns and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the King of New York City. She wants him as a buyer, but Bucky wants her to be his queen. After all, every King needs a Queen.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: +18 only- Minors exit now, AU, Mafia!Bucky, Dark!Bucky, sexual tension, smut- unprotected sex, murder, swearing, mentions of domestic violence and surgery.

Note: This series is about to take a lot of twists and turns (:<

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Chapter two- You’re my Queen

“I want to know everything about Y/N.”

Bucky demanded when he got home from the night at the club. He stood in his office with his close circle. He couldn’t get Y/N off his mind. He wanted her, he needed her. She was intoxicating to him. Y/N was the woman Bucky needed at his side and in his bed. 

Tony nodded to Bucky, standing a little further back in the room. He was all about the technology and security when it came to Bucky’s business. He promptly left the room to go dig up everything on Y/N he could. 

It didn’t take long for Tony to dig up all the dirt on Y/N and she had quite the history. He came back into Bucky’s office where everybody had cleared out except for Bucky and Steve who were waiting for information. Tony took a seat on the opposite side of Bucky’s desk, placing a large stack of papers on his desk, “That’s everything.” He said.

Steve grabbed the few of papers, scanning through them, “How have we never heard of her before?” He questioned, his eyes flickering to Tony before back to the papers in hand. As he finished reading them, he passed them to Bucky to look over, “Everywhere she goes, death seems to follow. She’s a big player.”

Bucky looked at the papers with a small smile at the pictures that had come up. Some were mug shots of Y/N smiling with a darkness in her eyes that he admired. She had been in and out of juvie in her teen years for arson and illegal firearms and arrested for charges that were eventually dropped. He flicked the pages, seeing her in a white dress with a man standing next to her. The image made him frown and his jaw clench, “She was married?” He questioned through his teeth, tearing the page Steve was reading away from him.

“Yeah, she was married.” Steve said, “Emphasis on the was. She killed him but it wasn’t charged due to it being self defense.” His brow furrowed as he looked at the paper, it was a medical report for Y/N from the night she had killed her husband. The pictures in the medical report showed Y/N beat up and unconscious in an ICU, “His name was Johann Schmidt. He was a big player when it came to guns, shipping out of Germany.”

Tony nodded, “From what I could find, it looks like Schmidt and Y/N had an arranged marriage to create a larger gun business between their families. When Y/N didn’t back off from guns and let him take control, he did that to her.” He said as he gestured his hand to the paper in Steve’s hands.

Bucky stood, reaching over his desk and took the medical reports from Steve’s hand, scanning them over, “Sternal fractures as well as four adjacent rib fractures that coincide with at least two CPR attempts upon arrival of paramedics… Broken orbital bone with superficial lacerations to the face and bruising to the abdomen…” He read out-loud, “Gun shot wound to the chest, bullet grazed left ventricle. Coded on table during surgery to repair the ventricle and remove the bullet. Patient was able to be resuscitated during surgery and is expected to make full recovery…” He paused as he studied the picture of Y/N then placed the medical report down and grabbing the police report from the incident, “Victim states she got in a fight with her husband. He punched and kicked her then held her underwater in the bathtub until she was unconscious. When she awoke, her husband was performing CPR. Victim states he then punched her a few more times before holding her down in the water again. Her spouse again resuscitated her using CPR and argued with her before standing and shooting her in the chest. Victim remembers pulling another gun that was hidden around his ankle and firing it at her husband before calling 911. Paramedics declared Schmidt dead at the scene. Victim denies wanting to talk about the argument which lead to the incident after regaining consciousness at the hospital.” Bucky’s frowned deepened as he read the report alive. If Schmidt wasn’t dead, Bucky would have done everything in his power to find and kill him for Y/N.

Steve had picked up more pieces of paper as he listed to Bucky read the medical and police report, “She’s definitely a fighter.” He said softly, “She had been charged for 23 counts of battery and assault but all charges were dropped within days of the police reports. Oh, and she remarried five years ago, ratted on her husband to the DEA causing him to get 56 years in prison for gun running, and then divorced him the moment he started serving his sentence. He was then killed his second day serving his sentence in prison.” Steve was already holding the paper out to Bucky so it didn’t have to get ripped away again, which it did, “You sure you want to get in bed with this woman? Y/N killed one husband then ratted on the other and got him thrown in jail and probably put the hit out on him. What if she’s playing us?”

Bucky was looking over the paper he had snatched from Steve’s hand, listening as his right hand spoke. He put the paper down and leaned his fists on his desk, a small grin coming across his lips, “Then I’ll just have to be the better player.” He said simply, his eyes darkening, “Y/N will be my Queen. She craves power and I can give her everything.”

The next day, Bucky laid in bed. It was about four in the afternoon and he was getting some much needed sleep after the opening of his club and reading through all of Y/N’s files. He had found himself some platinum blonde woman in the early morning hours who one of his men had brought back and took her to his room. He had fucked her senseless but he wasn’t fulfilled, he was wishing it was Y/N beneath him the whole time. He pictured how she would look, even groaning out Y/N’s name a few times during the act.

Y/N looked up at Bucky’s large mansion as she approached the large double doors. She had been here before with Steve when Bucky was out doing business and knew the layout from snooping around. She knew exactly where to find the King. Y/N was wearing a short navy blue dress with a black leather vest over it and black heels. She was followed by a shorter red head. “Natasha, keep Stevie blue eyes distracted, I have some things to sort out with the King. Everything going good?” Y/N asked looking over at the red head as they walked up the steps to the door.

The red head named Natasha nodded, “Yup, everything is all lined up. Clint and Scott will keep them in the car until you’re ready.” She responded. Natasha was Y/N’s second in command. A skilled assassin that Y/N had met and brought to work for her years ago to help build her empire.

“Good.” Y/N said as she rang the doorbell. The door opened a few moments later with Steve looking at the two. Y/N smiled, stepping forward past him into the home, “Hiya, pretty boy. Meet Natasha.” She said nodding towards the red head who was close behind her. 

Natasha smiled at Steve, following Y/N in immediately. As soon as Steve shut the door, Natasha pushed him up against it and rubbed her leg up Steve’s while Y/N slipped away up the stairs.

Y/N walked down the hallways, knowing exactly where she was headed. She opens the room to Bucky’s door, tilting her head as she saw him sleeping naked beneath a thin gold sheet. Then her eyes rested on the blonde next to him. She walks over, grabbing the blonde by the hair until she was out of the bed staring wide eyed at her, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing.” Y/N said to the woman, “Let’s fix that a bit.” She said and slammed the woman head first into the bedside table.

“Oh my god! Who are you?” The blonde whimpered as she covered her now broken nose, blood slipping between her fingers.

Y/N smiled at the woman, “I’m the Queen. Now get out before I ruin the rest of your face.” She demanded, her eyes darkening at the threat. Y/N watched the woman run out of the room, shutting the door behind her before looking to Bucky who was now awake watching her with a grin plastered on his lips.

Bucky had awoken by the loud slam when Y/N had slammed the woman’s face into the bedside table, watching the ordeal unfold with an eyebrow raised and a grin on his lips. Was Y/N jealous of the blonde being in his bed? Bucky ran his eyes up and down Y/N’s figure, noticing a scar peaking out from between her breasts but hidden by the rest her dress. He was licking his lips as his gaze floated down her figure, fixating at the short hem of the dark dress on her thighs. He moved his hands to rest behind his head, waiting until the woman had left the room before speaking to Y/N, “Afternoon, doll. What do I owe the pleasure?” 

Y/N smiled down at him, climbing onto the bed and straddling his chest. She slowly ran her fingers along his perfect figure, “Well, you see James, I called Stevie blue eyes earlier and he said he couldn’t be my plaything anymore. King’s orders.” She said down to him. Y/N couldn’t deny the way Bucky made her feel. He sent ripples of warmth up her body, especially seeing him below her as she straddled his chest. And that chest… yum. He was tanned and muscular, chiseled to perfection, “And if you take away my toys, I break yours.” 

Bucky’s grin widened as she moved onto his bare chest. He could feel her bare thighs beneath her dress and the lace of her underwear against his skin. Y/N was hot, demanded his attention as only a queen could. He moves his hands from behind his head to rest on her knees, slowly sneaking their way up her dress. Bucky could feel a gun on her upper thigh hidden beneath her dress but allowed his hands to slip past it until they rested on her waist, gripping at the straps of the panties. He licks his lips at the view of her on top of him. The only way this could be better is if Y/N was naked and bouncing on top of him.

Y/N could see the lust growing in Bucky’s eyes which made her smirk down at him, “And my second in command set up a system to alert me when anybody was digging into my life. And it seems that you wanted to know more about me but didn’t bother to ask.” She said softly, leaning down and brushing her lips along his bare shoulder, leaving small kisses on his warm skin.

Bucky clenched his jaw at her kisses on his shoulder. She was teasing him, intoxicating him with ever touch. He could feel himself growing hard beneath the thin sheet, “First, call me Bucky. And second, you didn’t exactly give me a way to contact you, darlin, otherwise I would’ve asked.” He chuckles lustfully. He wanted to rip Y/N’s clothes off and take her right then, but as if she knew his plan, she slipped off his chest still smiling at him as she stood. He frowned a little at her.

Y/N stood at his bedside, running her eyes along his body and tilting her head with a triumphant grin as she noticed the sheet tenting from his hard cock, “Get dressed. I got you a present outside that I think you’ll like. We can get back to this after.” She instructed with a grin, turning and leaving him alone in the room. As much as Y/N wanted Bucky, she loved the way he looked when she teased him. She walked down the stairs, tilting her head as she saw Natasha on Steve’s lap giggling, “C’mon Nat. We gotta unload the car.” She said with a smile and turning towards the front door. Natasha slid off of Steve’s lap, following quickly. 

Bucky groaned in frustration. He wanted Y/N. Every cell in his body told him to rip off her clothes and claim her as his. He wanted to hold her down on his bed and show her how powerful he was. He wanted to hear her scream his name as he devoured her. Bucky pulled himself out of bed and quickly puts on some clothes before walking out of his room and down the stairs. He looked overs at Steve, noticing small red lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt, “I thought I told you to stay away from her.” He growled, thinking the stains came from Y/N

Steve held his hands up, “Y/N brought a friend.” He informed, not wanting to be on Bucky’s bad side, “They went outside.” He said as he stood, walking over to the front door and opening it for Bucky.

Bucky’s jealousy faded away as he was informed the lipstick wasn’t from Y/N. He walks out the door that was held open to be met with the sight of Y/N, her redheaded friend, and two large males dressed in all black that he assumed were Y/N’s bodyguards. In front of them were three people with hoods on their heads, hands bound behind their backs, “What’s this, Y/N?” He asks her, a small grin appearing on his lips from curiosity.

Y/N smiled at him, “My present to you. As I told you before, I have been watching you for a while. I know your biggest competition is the organization known as Hydra ran by Baron Zemo.” She said, walking to the hooded figures and pulling the hoods of off them one by one, revealing three of Zemo’s men. One being Zemo’s right hand, “When I took over Rumlow’s business, I found out that you weren’t the only one he was selling his guns too. Did you know he was giving the majority to Zemo? Trying to help him take over your territory?”

Bucky walked closer to the men on their knees, listening to the words Y/N said. He was a little shocked at the information that Rumlow was double crossing him, he hadn’t expected that. He looked down at the faces of the men before returning his eyes to Y/N, smiling a little at her present. She was one step ahead and could take care of herself. He couldn’t help but feel himself be more attracted to Y/N at this power play. She truly was a queen, and here she was, presenting a gift for her king.

Y/N walked around from behind the captive men to stand by Bucky, looking down at them on their knees in front of her. She leans down in front of one of them, a smile on her lips, “I know you know who Mr. Barnes is. But do you know who I am?” She asks.

The man glared up at Bucky for a moment before looking to Y/N, “Are you his whore?” He spat out at her, looking her up and down with a small lick of his lips. 

Bucky’s face twisted with anger at the mans words towards Y/N, pulling the man to his feet and landing hard blows with his fist to the man’s face. Bucky’s rings cut through flesh like knives, leaving the man a bloody mess on the ground when he was finished.

Y/N chuckles at Bucky’s anger, licking her lips as she watched him beat the man down. It made goosebumps go up her spine at how he inserted himself into a power position to protect her. It made her want him, but she had business to do first. She walks to the next man in the line, tilting her head. She knew this was Zemo’s right hand man, “Do you know who I am?” She asks him, the sinister smile staying on her lips.

The man also glared at her, staying silent for a moment before speaking, “Hail Hydra.” He said to her before spiting in her face.

Y/N’s smile disappeared as she lifted a hand to wipe the spit from her cheek. She could see from the corner of her eyes Bucky moving towards the man to beat the shit out of him. But she was closer and quicker. She pulls the gun out of the holster from under her dress, firing one bullet between the man’s eyes, “So hard to find good help these days.” She mutters over to Bucky who stood there a little shocked that she had just killed him, but she could see Bucky eyeing her even more know, once again undressing her with his eyes. Y/N licks her lips at him before stepping in front of the last man, resting the barrel of the gun on his forehead, “Okay, sweetness, right answer only. Do you know who I am?” She asks for the third time, her eyes were dark with anger. She was losing her patience with these men.

The third man was younger, he looked at the other two men, one dead and one beaten to a pulp before looking to Y/N, nodding slowly with wide eyes, “I do, I do. You are Y/N. You killed Brock Rumlow..” Y/N smiles and pulls the gun back from his head, placing it back in the holster hidden under her dress, “Oh good, you’ve heard of me. Then you know I’m the one who has taken over Rumlow’s gun business. And from my understanding, he was leaning towards Hydra’s side when it came to the war Zemo and Barnes are having concerning territory.” She said with the smile never leaving her lips, “Now, I will not be selling guns to Zemo. I know he isn't in the country currently so you can tell him that yourself when he gets back. And you can also tell him to shrink back his territory. Mr. Barnes will be expanding his business into the current Hydra territories as he has been trying to do. If there is any backlash, Barnes and I will exterminate you. Am I clear?” 

The young man nodded frantically, “Yes, understood. I will tell Zemo, I swear.” He stutters out.

Y/N smiled down at him, “Perfect.” She looks over to Natasha and her two body guards, “Go drop him off and clean up this mess.” She ordered before turning to Bucky with a smile. She walks towards him, placing her hands on his chest and letting them roam up to rest around the back of his neck, “Good present, huh?” 

Bucky grins down at her as she snaked her arms around the back of his neck, gripping her waist between his large hands, “Mhm…” He hums out as he lowers his head to her neck, biting softly at her skin. He would be lying if he said the power play she had just made didn’t turn him on. Y/N was powerful and was on his side. Now he just needed to be between her legs, claiming her as his queen. He looks over at Steve, “Help them clean this mess up.” He ordered out harshly, before looking back to Y/N, “I’m going to claim my queen.” He grinned down at her, lust in his eyes. He parts his lips, allowing his tongue to run over his lips again at the sight of her. Bucky couldn’t wait anymore, he needed Y/N. He wanted to slam himself straight into her core. He easily picked Y/N up, throwing her over his shoulder and making his way back into his home. He carried her up the stairs, opening the door to his bedroom with one hand and shutting it behind him with his foot. He puts Y/N down on his bed, climbing on top of her. He grabs at her wrists, pinning them down on the sides of her head, “Enough teasing.” He growled as his lips kissed her collar bone. He releases his grip on her wrists, moving his weight off of her as he started pulling off his pants, “Take it off before I rip it off.” He demanded, eyeing her dress.

Y/N grins up at Bucky as she laid beneath him on his bed. She knew the play with the Hydra pawns would get him going while also showing how committed she was to their business relationship. But Y/N wanted more than just a business relationship, she wanted the king. She wanted power and Bucky was the most powerful man around. Y/N licks her lips at his demand for her to undress. She happily stripped the fabric from her body, leaving her in only her black lace panties and kicked off her heels to the floor. Y/N bit her lip as she watched Bucky take off his shoes, pulling off his pants and shirt off. She lifted her leg to run her foot up the middle of his legs slowly.

Bucky grins crookedly down at Y/N as he saw her bare breasts as well as the long surgical scar between them, knowing it was the mark of a fighter and survivor. Her body was perfection and all his. He quickly removed his boxers, his large, hard, thick cock slapping up against his stomach after it was freed from the fabric. He licks his lips, grabbing at her underwear and ripping it off in one quick tear. He admired her body for a moment more before climbing back on top of Y/N, pressing his face into her neck and nipping at her skin, “You’re mine.” He said lowly, possessively.

Y/N smiled at the sight of his bare body. She knew he could pleasure her in the ways she needed. She wiggles her hips slightly from under his large frame, already dripping wet since she had straddled him earlier. She snakes one hand down to grip his cock, positioning the tip at her wet entrance. Y/N needed him. She runs her other hand up through his hair, gripping the brown locks between her fingers, “Prove it.” She challenged, wrapping her legs up and around his waist.

Bucky grins into the skin of Y/N’s neck at her words, groaning slightly as he could feel her slick coat his tip. He was used to mindless whores just melting beneath him, doing whatever he wanted. But with Y/N, he could feel his power being matched. They were playing with each other, feeling each other out literally and figuratively. He pulls his head back from being nuzzled in her neck, wanting to see the look on her face when he pushed inside of her. With one quick thrust, he pushed himself into her core, groaning at Y/N’s tight walls squeezing around his cock. Bucky watched as Y/N’s face twisted into pleasure, tilting her head back and a beautiful moan rolling from her lips. He pulled himself back out, before slamming his hips once again forward.

Y/N moaned as Bucky thrust in and out of her forcefully, not needing to fake her moans as she did with Steve. He filled her perfectly like they were made for each other. Her legs tightened around Bucky’s waist, wanting him to stay inside of her. He was hitting all the right spots in her body, making warm tingles pulse through her body with every thrust. 

Bucky quickened his pace at her moans. God, she was beautiful beneath him. Everything about her was beautiful. The way she tilted her head back in pleasure, the sweet moans that passed her lips, the way she squeezed his waist with her legs. It made him wild. He gripped his hand around her throat, staring down at her face that was twisted with pleasure. He quickened his thrusts, slamming deep into her which made small groans fall from his own lips, “Say I’m your king. Say it!” He growled down at her.

Y/N bit her lip as her body bounced slightly at his thrusts, moaning with each time he slid deeper into her core, hitting her spot. She met his eyes as he spoke, seeing them darken in a possessive fashion. She kept her fingers curled in his hair, pulling slightly at the dark strands, “You’re my king.” She breathes out between moans, her body starting to shake slightly as she was getting close to climax.

Bucky grins at her words, watching Y/N’s body shake beneath him. He leans his face back down to hers, smashing his lips against her and forcing his tongue into her mouth as he kept a quick pace thrusting into her. He bit her bottom lip as he ended the kiss, moving his lips to her ear, “You’re all mine. Anybody else ever touches you, they’re fucking dead.” He growls into her ear, biting down on her earlobe, “You’re my queen.” He moves his hands to grab her legs, forcing them away from his waist and prying them up to rest on his shoulders so he could deeper thrust into Y/N’s core, wanting to fill every inch of her, “Come for me.” He demanded into her ear.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut when he repositioned her legs, feeling him deeper inside of her, constantly hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. Her stomach was twisting in pleasure as waves that felt like fire ran over her body, causing her to whimper and moan underneath his large body. He was perfect for her and she knew he could give her the world. She couldn’t hold her orgasm back any longer, releasing herself all over his cock as he thrust in and out of her with a loud moan that echoed through his bedroom.

Bucky moved his kisses and bites down to the nape of her neck, grinning against her skin when he felt her release her juices around him. He pushed himself as deep into her as he could, releasing his load as deep into her as he could. He stayed inside her for a moment, continuing to scrape his teeth across her skin, leaving small bruises along the way. He loved the way her walls clenched around him as she orgasmed. Y/N was the best Bucky had ever had and was all he would ever need. He pulled out of her and stepped back, admiring her body again. Or should he say his body. He had claimed her, and she was his now. Bucky grabbed his shirt off the floor, cleaning both of them up before throwing it into a hamper in the corner of the room. Bucky ran his eyes over Y/N’s body again as he walked towards her, his eyes lingering along her figure. The way her fingers gripped into his sheets slightly from the pleasure they both just endured, watching him with fulfilled eyes made him smirk. He crawled back on top of her, kissing up her body until he found her lips with his, kissing her deeply as he stroked her hair, “I mean it, Y/N,” He whispers against her lips, “I’ll give you everything, anything. You’re my queen.”

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TAGLIST: @hommoturttle​

[yutahoes]

Roses and Blood

pairing: private detective! Yuta Nakamoto x journalist! Y/N 

word count: 4.4k words

genre: angst, a bit of smut, NOIR

summary : A high-profile cheating case just become a murder case. And the center of it all is the detective himself. 

warnings : death, murder, blood, cigarettes, alcohol, sexual themes (masturbation) but not detailed, abuse, mentions of cheating, mentions of torture

This is my attempt to write a Noir AU, I’m not a fan of detective movies or this genre so this is the best that I can make up. This is heavily inspired by Secret’s Poison MV. 😁  

taglist: @dimplehyunn @nominsgirl @jaesqueso @ahsshilee-me @readers-posts @justpeachygirl 

written for Neo-City Noir Collab Call by @suh-insane​

An extra cube of sugar in my cup of coffee. The only thing that changed in my everyday routine. The everyday bustling and hustling of the street outside didn’t change a bit. A typical day. 

The calmness of the office was disturbed when the door opened. A strong scent of woman’s perfume hitting my nose. Roses. She smelled like roses. 

The woman removed her coat, revealing a red button-down blouse hugging her figure. Blood. She reminds me of blood. A woman who might bring trouble. 

Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office and she slumped on the chair before I could remove my eyes from her. “I need your help.” She started, crossing her legs. “Detective Nakamoto.” 

I leaned in on the table to assess her. An unreadable expression. She might be used to this. She took an envelope from her white handbag, sliding it on the table in front of me. "This is the file for Senator Hall." I opened the envelope which revealed a detailed copy of the said senator's information. "There had been threats to his life and I wanted to ask your help in finding who the mystery sender is." 

There are different sized papers inside the envelope, letters cut from magazines that contain messages of threats. “Are you and the senator…?” Her lips curled up even before I could finish my sentence. 

She handed a card, slipping it on the table. “I’m Y/N, Senator Hall’s publicist.” True enough, the card says that she is a journalist. “There are talks about how good you are, considering you found the mistress of Otto Holding’s chairman.” My jaw clenched. It’s not my best work but why did I get famous because of that? “Can I assure your help, Detective?” 

I nodded with a smirk. She knew the business. Interesting. The woman placed the briefcase on the table, “This is just the first payment.” A briefcase full of money? This is serious business. She placed a gold-colored card above the briefcase with the letters ‘Fantasia’ written on it. “The senator usually comes to this club. He often gets the letters in this place.” 

Fantasia? It’s a new high-end club that just opened for VIPs. This just narrowed down the list of potential suspects. They can either be VIPs or someone working in that club. 

“I trust that you do your job discreetly,” She leaned on the table and I found myself staring at the low cut of her red blouse. “Mr. Yuta Nakamoto.” The way my name rolled on her tongue sent shivers down my spine. And as she left the office, her heels clicking on the floor, I was left with the scent of roses and an unhealthy amount of attraction for the senator’s publicist. 

My fingers fiddled with the business card she handed. 

Miss Y/N. 

Trouble. 

Will I get to see her again? 

Fantasia is so posh, so high class, that security is so tight. It runs in an invite-only policy, the golden card that Miss Y/N handed. But even if you had the said invite, you needed to give them your personal information. Nothing bad will surely happen here. 

The inside was not anything I imagined. The smell of alcohol and the blinding lights are the first thing noticeable inside, followed by jazz music playing. Girls in promiscuous clothes were serving drinks as another girl with flashy red clothes was singing on the stage. The color of rose and blood. And I was reminded of Ms. Y/N once again. 

Senator. I’m here for a task. 

After getting my drink from the bartender, I searched for a place where I could sit and surveyed the place. Before I approached a corner seat, I spotted the man I should be eyeing, seated on a velvet couch and staring at the girl on the stage. Based on the files, he has a wife and she’s very wealthy. Is this another case of a cheating husband? Then this case will be solved immediately. 

The girl in the red dress singing earlier made her way to the crowd, stopping in front of the senator before giving him a smile and a wink. A smirk escaped my lips, case closed. I've been in this work for so long to know that his wife is giving him threats for having a girlfriend. A cliché love story. 

The task was done even before I could begin so I drank a little to celebrate my small victory. Although the drink is expensive, I deserved this. 

I'm busy minding my drink when the seat beside me gets occupied. "Hi." The same girl in the red dress singing on stage earlier. The senator's lover. "You're new here, aren't you?" 

Does she keep track of the people here? "Want me to show you a good time?" What? But before I could say anything, she lightly pushed up her skirt to show me her thigh. What the hell is this club? 

I turned around from her, facing the female bartender who was wiping the counter, and drank the contents of my glass in one gulp. I have to get out of here. The girl held my chest and I hastily stood up, feeling my head throbbed. What is happening to me? I felt my legs lose their strength as my stomach grumbled, sour liquid creeping up in my throat. 

Immediately, I ran to the men's toilet to vomit everything in my stomach. The sour and bitter taste coming out of my mouth. Where did this come from? Is it the expensive drink? Am I not allowed to drink expensive scotch? Luxury life isn't really for me. 

The moment I went out, wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, a surprise overtook me. A body was lying on the floor, a pool of blood by my feet. Turning it, I stumbled on my feet to see the senator as pale as a ghost. What the hell? I kneeled on the bloody floor, pumping his chest to at least save him but it's too late. He already lost a lot of blood. Shit, this is bad. 

A stray bullet can be seen on the side of his body next to something glistening. An earring. Gold flower earring. The lingering smell of cigarettes, mint cigarettes. Before I could stand, the door opened followed by a scream of terror. This is really bad. 

The door closed. I had to save myself. Even if it is the most questionable thing, I jumped out of the window and ran for my life. My hands were still bloody as well as my coat, the earring in my coat pocket. This is a first. What will happen to me now? There's only one person who saw me. They can't actually remember me, right? 

It must be the distress, the lightheaded feeling of panic. A blinding car light made me stop in my tracks. This might be my death. I should have bought the fanciest drink there is. 

"Detective Nakamoto?" Then the voice of an angel. I might be dead. "Are you alright?" The angel appears to wear a red shirt. The color of blood. Death. "What happened to you?" Her flesh feels warm, she's alive. 

It is the distress, the panic, that I cling to her arm. The police sirens could be heard and I begged for her to take me out of the place. 

The evening lights were blinding as she drove. Destination, unknown. Her phone rang and she accepted the call, Mrs. Hall. "My husband is dead." She stepped on the brakes immediately, putting her phone on handset before glancing at me. 

I didn't hear what they were talking about but her stare at me got me ideas. She might have found out that I'm in the same club as him. When she put down the call, she only stared at me. "You killed him?" 

"What? Of course not." 

She raised an eyebrow, eyeing my bloody coat. "I swear I didn't. I saw him lying in his own blood when I left the restroom stall." 

"Someone saw you." She opened the radio of her car, "And now, they're looking for you." The voice from the radio was talking about how the senator was found dead in the jazz club and that they're looking for a man in a coat. I hastily removed my coat, throwing it on the backseat of the car. 

She laughed at that. "You think that's all, detective?" She showed her phone, a picture of me taken earlier in the club with a wanted sign on top. Shit! "I asked you to find who tried to kill him, not kill him." 

"I swear I didn't," I shouted, putting my hands up. "I don't even own a gun and he was shot." I tried to think of other things I noticed at the scene of the crime. Come on Yuta, think. "It smells like cigarettes and I don't smoke." 

She raised an eyebrow at that. "But why are you there?" 

"You asked me to come there."

"I mean the restroom." She rolled her eyes. "If he was shot, why didn't you hear the gunfire? Why didn't you ask for help?" 

I closed my eyes in frustration. Journalists really are inquisitive. "I was vomiting my drink and I don't know, I panicked. I thought I could save him." She started the car without a word and I just sat there, looking outside to see where we were going. 

What will happen to me now? A wanted man. I can't return to my original life. Why am I in this mess? "I'm sorry. I believe you. I asked you for help and you were just trying to do your job." I nodded. At least she understands. "But for now, everyone knows you so I'll help you hide then maybe we can clear your name." 

I have nothing to do but trust her. I need to clear my name. Why is my brain so blank now? 

We stopped at a gas station to get some food. I’m pretty famished after vomiting everything but the moment I stepped inside the store, the news of the senator can be heard followed by a description of the person who killed him. The attendant stared at me before Y/N took his attention. This is bad. 

Hastily, I made a beeline outside after cleaning my hands off the blood. Y/N is already outside with a lollipop in her mouth, leaning by her car. “I borrowed some clothes.” She should have said that when I was inside but where did she get those clothes? “You can change inside the car.” 

Here? In the open? But she was already opening the door for me. The clothes were on the backseat of her car, a black shirt and jogger pants. And it’s better than having my bloody clothes so even if the shirt is a little tight, pants shorter, I have to wear this. 

She eyed me from head to toe and for the first time, I felt exposed. A raise of an eyebrow followed by the lollipop removed from her mouth with a popping sound. "Do you have any place you can go?" Is there? They're probably at my apartment address by now. The police might be in my office. I shook my head and she smirked, gesturing to the car. 

The city buildings are now gone, replaced by endless empty landscapes. It was a long drive. The news from the radio was replaced by jazz music, her phone kept ringing but she didn't mind it all. A blinding light changed the overall aura of the surroundings as she made a sharp turn heading to what seems like a motel. Why here of all places? It looks like a rundown. Is someone still living here? 

I followed her to what seems like an endless hallway, the smell of cigarettes and weed in the air as the sounds of grunting and bed squeaking can be heard. She inserted a key on the last door to the right, opening it and switching the lights on. “Stay here for a while.” She whispered before casually entering the room. It smelled like roses. Her scent. 

“Do you live here?” She shook her head, handing me a bottle of beer. Then why does she look so comfortable here? She removed her coat and casually throwing it to the couch in the middle of the room. Her arms filled with bruises and scars. “What happened?” 

She shrugged, disappearing to another door and I took time to look around. A large window covered with dark curtains, bottles of beer on the floor under the table. I even saw underwear which made me immediately turn around. There was a sound of murmuring from inside the room, she might be on a call with someone. 

I took my phone out of my coat pocket which revealed countless calls and even messages asking where I was. In annoyance, I just closed my phone and return it to the pocket where my fingers grazed at something sharp. The earring. The gold flower earring. It’s a woman. 

“A woman killed him.” I immediately told Y/N when she went out of the room. “I’m certain of that.” She glanced at me in question. “Maybe his wife.” 

“Mrs. Hall? She’s so kind.” She claimed. “Why would she do that?” 

“Because he’s seeing someone else.” The statement obviously came as a surprise to her. Doesn’t she know? “Senator Hall is seeing another girl in that jazz club.” Her eyebrows were scrunched to focus on my words. Then it came. That girl. She was beside me before I took a shot of my drink. She might have put something in my drink. She listened as I narrate everything to her, no one can help me with this shithole but her. I need to clear my name and find who really killed the senator. 

She bit her lip. “Do you really think she did it? The jazz singer?” I nodded. It’s only her or his wife. “I’m meeting Mrs. Hall tomorrow. I’ll try and look at this.” She rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be your job.” I apologized. It really is. But my hands are tied now. I can’t do anything. 

The death was all over the news. My face plastered on every newspaper and wanted poster. How quick are they to assume that I killed the senator? Should I just come clean and tell them that I don’t have a gun? That I don’t smoke? 

With nothing to do, I laundry my bloody clothes and some of Y/N’s things. Lightly tidying up her motel room. Why would a girl like her live in a place like this? 

And as I reached out from under the couch, I found out exactly why. 

It’s almost midnight yet she isn’t back. Maybe she isn’t coming here tonight. So I settled to bed, removing the dirty shirt I have been wearing the whole day. The incessant pounding of the bed on the wall from the other room only made me annoyed and, well, disturbed. I can’t fucking sleep. The moans got louder, mattress squeaking that made it unable for me to focus on just sleeping. Fuck! I’m very well disturbed. 

My hand slipped inside my pants, finger tracing the outline of my member while thinking of a certain girl in red lace underwear. Hand wrapped around the hard rod, I started stroking while creating soft moans along with the sound of sex next door. “Y/N,” I whispered and a gasp can be heard that made me open my eyes. She’s in the doorway, looking at me in surprise. Fuck! Immediately, I removed my hand from my pants then stood up from the bed that made me light-headed. “It’s not what it looked like. I…” 

“Yuta,” she called. A sound that rang like a melody in my ears. There were tears in her eyes, a bruised lip, and a cut on her cheek. The reason why she’s staying in this motel room. Why that ring is under the couch. “I don’t want to come back to him anymore.” She choked on her tears. 

Y/N’s cries got louder as I wrap my arms around her. “Then don’t come back to him,” I whispered. How long was this? Why isn’t she speaking up about this? Why is she hiding here? “I’ll protect you, Y/N.” 

She stared right into my eyes. And I knew that very moment I shouldn't have let myself be taken by her good looks and smell. I realized that she was the kind of trouble I was looking for. The kind that would give my life a sense of purpose. 

My hunches might be right seeing how there are bruises and scars all over her skin. How can a confident girl be this fucked up? Now, I have more reasons to clear my name. "When everything clears up, stay with me." I whispered then kissed her bare shoulder. My lips went to hers, gently kissing the bruises and cuts in her skin as if I could erase them. My arms trying to give her the warmth she needed. 

When I woke up, she was nowhere in sight. Her car wasn’t outside as well, she must be off to work. The news is different now, something about the stocks dropping and the murder of another man in town. Maybe I can come outside now. But where should I go? There isn’t any diner or restaurant near the motel, even a store where I can buy food. I’ll have to wait for her to come home and wish that she brought food. 

Luckily, Y/N did. Sushi. Along with the take-out foods is an envelope that contains papers inside. A picture is inside the brown file, the girl from the jazz club. “Is she the one you’re talking about?” I nodded. Although her clothes are different and with a lesser make-up on, she’s obviously that girl. There were details about her, her name and her address. “Do you think she killed the senator?” 

“Why would she drug me if not?” 

“That’s not enough evidence, Yuta.” She’s right. It really isn’t enough evidence to name her the suspect. Shit! Is there anything I can do to clear my name? “I’ll try and watch her, maybe I can get some answers.” 

I moved closer to her, holding her in my arms. If we’re going to clear my name, she wouldn’t be doing this alone. She’s been through a lot. “I’ll come with you.” When she kissed my lips, I already knew her answer. 

She was exactly that girl in the bar. My eyes can’t fool me. It’s a high possibility that she is the killer now that we’re watching her smoke a cigarette. All we need to do is get her alibi and see if she has a gun. But I'm positive that she is the killer. Why would she put poison in my drink? Why me? 

Is it to frame me? She doesn't know me. Is it obvious that I'm a detective at first glance? Which came to my first question, why me? 

That question still lingered in my mind. It's been a week since we saw the girl. Y/N would always leave in the morning and come back each night with new information about the Senator's case. She had been working closely with the lawyers and the police about the case, updating me of recent findings. "Can I come out now? Tell the police everything I know about the case?" I asked while brushing her hair, her head laying on my arm. "I have enough evidence." 

"Evidence?" 

"An earring," I whispered and she jolted to sit, looking at me surprised. "I saw an earring at the scene of the crime." 

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She picked up her discarded clothes in a hurry. Why? What’s wrong? But before I could ask anything, she had already left. 

The news of the senator’s death was once again on the headlines but this time, my face isn’t the one flashing but the jazz singer’s as the suspect. She admitted to the crime, saying that she had been threatening the senator since he promised that he’ll buy her out of the club. Fantasia club is now under a lot of criticism for prostitution and the unethical labor of the workers. A gun with a silencer was found in her possession, the weapon used for the crime. 

My picture flashed on the screen, not as a suspect, but as the detective who solved all of this. 

There’s only one thing to do now. Go back to my normal life. 

Journalists all came to the office and asked me a lot of questions. The newspaper was filled with pictures of me, claiming that I’m the best detective in town and the phone kept ringing endlessly in the office. I smiled, it hadn’t been a typical day even if I didn’t put an extra cube of sugar in my coffee. 

I was on a call with a journalist from the local newspaper when two uniformed personnel came inside my office. “Detective Nakamoto, we need your help.” And I knew, this is something serious. 

Maybe it already happened two times. I have been to this place before. Thrice. I have been here thrice. The mansion of the Chairman of Otto Holdings. It was his wife who asked me to come here before. Now, the reason was him. 

The officials informed me about the corpse, stabbed in the stomach then shot in the head. The killer wants him dead, I’m sure of that. I saw him a couple of times before and he is a tall man. If someone were to kill him by stabbing his stomach, that person might be close to him. Who would do this? His wife? But she’s already living abroad. His lover perhaps? Someone working for him? 

“Reports said that he’s here with his daughter. We’re trying to locate her.” He had a daughter? They showed a plastic bag with the pieces of evidence found at the crime scene: strands of long hair, cigarette butt, a bullet. Familiar shreds of evidence. 

They let me look around his office, the place polished in cleanliness except for little splotches of blood on the carpet. Old marks of blood. On one side of the wall were torture devices: floggers, leather whips, handcuffs, and wooden cane. Either he’s into serious sexual acts or he’s just a demon who loves torture.

A picture hanging on the wall took my attention. A happy family. The young-looking chairman was standing behind his estranged wife who looked really happy and youthful. On her lap is a young girl with such angelic features. Bright shining eyes. Then a familiar thing caught my attention.  

The gold flower earring was shining on my hand. The same earring the little girl is wearing in the picture. Why do I feel like I’ve been chasing the wrong suspect all along? I drank some beer, seated by the edge of my desk when the door opened. Before I could tell that the office was closed for the day, a strong scent of a woman’s perfume hit my nose. Roses. The familiar smell of roses. Y/N. 

She removed the black coat she had on, revealing a red wrap-around dress that shows some skin below her neckline and stops midthigh. Her hair has gotten shorter since the last time I saw her. Lips deep red. Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office. A sheer lace thigh-high stocking completed her look. 

Her hand slipped on my neck, leaning close to whisper in my ear “Long time no see, hotshot.” My heart beating wildly against my chest. Her smell. That addicting smell. Her lips went to mine. Her taste. A deadly combination of alcohol, cigarette, and mint. “I missed you, Yuta.” She whispered in that erotic voice, fingers heading south my shirt. 

I took the glass of alcohol to relieve the parching of my throat, finishing the contents before holding her by the waist. “It’s you, isn’t it?” A smirk escaped her lips. “You killed the chairman.” I should have been aware the moment it smelled like roses in the chairman’s house. “You’re his daughter.” The same eyes as the girl in the picture. “Why…?” 

My chest suddenly felt tight. Like someone just punched my heart. I gasped for air. Mouth burning as if on fire. She just sat on the chair, crossing her legs while watching me. “Because he promised mom that he’ll take care of me.” She flexed her fingers, checking her nails. “I hate people who don’t fulfill their promises.” 

Promises. The same thing the jazz singer said about the senator. “You…” I coughed blood. “You also killed the senator.” It makes sense now. She came to me. She wanted me there. She pretended to help me. The earring. Her reaction. The taste of mint and cigarettes. “Why? Why me?” My legs feel numb that I fell on the floor. 

“Isn’t it your fault why mom left my dad? Why I’m in hell because of him?” It wasn’t a husband. It was her dad. He really is a monster. “Think of this as a little gift. You’ve became famous. Everyone will know that you died.” Her fingers glide on the edge of the desk, placing a small white pill beside the glass. “They just wouldn’t know how.”  

I called for her name but she just stared at me with an evil look in her eyes. “I sincerely liked you, Yuta. I even believed that we could be together.” 

“We can.” But every word felt like a thorn in my chest. “I love you.” 

The corner of her lips curled up, kneeling beside me. “But you’re also like them. Promising things and not actually doing it.” I grasp her arm, words not coming out of my mouth. She took her phone. “Mrs. Hall, the work is done.” She stared right into me with cold eyes. “Detective Nakamoto is gone.” 

Her lips were as red as rose as she smirked at me. Her dress, red. The color of blood. 

The memory of when I first saw her came to me. The same smell of roses. The gold flower earrings on her ears. The same color as blood telling me that she’s bad news. 

I should have listened. 

But it’s too late. 

She is indeed trouble. 

The kind of trouble that will be the death of me. 

Like a sweet poison. She’s a poison. Addicting. Deadly. 

And then everything went black.  

[feralthoughtdump]

Only Angel

Part Two of Kiss With A Fist

On the way to Madripoor, Bucky and his acquaintance talk about names. 

Word Count: 5.5K

CW: violence, talk of killing people, TFATWS ep. 3 spoilers, stitching wounds, smut, unprotected sex, sub!bucky, technically a reader x bucky but he gives her a new name.

“So, we’re headed to Madripoor?” She questions, adjusting the straps of her harness.

Bucky adverts his eyes as she unbuttons her jeans, not answering her question, but she doesn’t seem to notice. They were standing in the back of the jet, a curtain obscuring the two of them from Sam and Zemo. 

“Help me really quick. I have a holster in my bag.” 

He reaches into her light blue duffle back, rifling through the articles of clothing and various weapons until his finger wraps around the leather.

“Thanks, you’re a godsend.” She chuckles. “Tell me about this mission of ours. I need to know what I should wear.” 

“We’re going undercover. Zemo is just… Zemo, Sam’s going as some big shot, and I’m… well-“

“The Winter Soldier?” 

He silently nods. 

“You scared?” 

She buckles the holster around her thigh, tightening it so it slightly squeezes at the flesh.

“Not sure.” He grumbles. “I’m worried, you know, I might end up..” his words trail off.

“Relapsing?”

“You can say that.”

She pulls her jeans down past her ankle and places them into her bag.

He clears his throat and looks away, unsure if she’s okay with him looking.

“Oh, don’t be shy, Buck.” She hymns, reaching into her bag. “What do you think? Shorts or a dress?” 

He looks back up, eyeing the black slip dress in one hand, and the leather shorts in the other. 

“Shorts I guess. Easy mobility.” 

“Smart.” 

As she’s pulling the shorts up past her waist, Bucky stares out the plane window. 

“Do you still go by Angel of Death?” He asks.

She looks up at him. 

“I never chose to go by that name, you know? The public did.” Her hands dig into the bag, pulling out a gun and a few knives. “Angels of death are serial killers in caregiver positions and I have nobody under my care. But they gave me that name because they saw me as some vigilante, someone who took down bad people.”

“Do you like the name?”

“I don’t really care. It’s factually incorrect but names don’t matter when you have to kill the person standing in the way of a paycheck.” 

“Is that how you see them? Just another person you have to kill so you can go buy a fancy handbag?” He scoffs. 

“You have no idea who those people are do you? Those people are corrupt. Evil. People who have no regard for the lives of innocent people.”

“And you think you’re any better?”

His tone is less accusing, rather it’s more curious. 

“Maybe not, but at the end of the day, it’s my job. And if my job means I’m killing morally corrupt people, then I really don’t care. And if I’m as bad as them, then maybe you had a right to kill me ten years ago.” 

Bucky shifts on his feet. 

“You know my mission wasn’t to kill you.” He confesses. 

“Then why did you stab me?” 

“I think for the first time, I felt scared. I was confused and I panicked.” 

“Fair enough.” She takes out a dark red trench coat. One made of soft crushed velvet. Bucky runs his flesh hand over it, taking in the feeling of the soft fabric. 

“I was supposed to take you away, hand you over to HYDRA. I think they wanted you to work for them.” 

She snorts, humored by his words. 

“So they wanted me to be a weapon, huh. Fry my brain until all my free will is gone and come up with a few words in Russian to make sure I’ll do their bidding.” 

“Most likely.” He crosses his arms. “You’re good at your job. You’ve wracked up kills in the hundreds, and I thought I was the one with the high body count.”

“Do you know why I’m good at my job?” She laughs, pulling her hair into a tight bun and securing it with a gold hairpin. “Do you know why I’m one of the best female assassins in Europe?”

Bucky shrugs his shoulders. 

“Every time I’m assigned a job, I’m walking into a life or death situation. I need to be prepared for any type of outcome so I won’t get caught off guard.” She pulls a black, satin, dress shirt over her shoulders. “But do you know the real reason as to why I’m the best?” 

Bucky parts his lips. 

“Tell me.”

“It’s because I never let my feelings get in the way.”

“But you have to feel at least something.” 

“No. I don’t think I really feel anything.” She tucks the hem into the shorts. “I haven’t felt anything in a very long time.”

He doesn’t know what to say. As he observes her concealing weapons within her outfit, he thinks about the past few decades of his life. One mission after another. He thinks about the bloodshed. He thinks about Yori and his son. Did he feel anything when he put a bullet in that boy? Not at the time. But now? All he feels is guilt. Shame. But here she stands in front of him, dressed to the nines, hidden weapons strapped to her body. I haven’t felt anything in a really long time.  No guilt, no shame, no emotions. The silence hangs over them like a thick, heavy fog.

His mind wanders to their first interaction. Though he can’t remember much, he often revisits it in his dreams.

Don’t you want to know my name?

The question she asked him before he plunged the knife into her abdomen. 

“Ten years ago, you asked if I wanted to know your name.” 

“I did.” 

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“No. I would’ve just given you a fake one.”

She sits down on the leather seat and stuffs her feet into a pair of heeled boots. Bucky takes a seat next to her.

“What name would you have given me?”

“I was reading Anna Karenina at the time so probably Kitty.” 

“Do you have a name?” 

“I have many names.”

“No, a real name.”

She zips up her left boot.

“I do. Well, I did.” She sighs, moving her fingers to zip up the right. “I don’t remember it anymore.” 

Bucky frowns.

“Do you want to remember?” 

Her head falls onto his shoulders and she nuzzles her nose into his neck. 

“Not really. Sometimes I think it’s better that I’m nameless.” 

Bucky doesn’t want to say he pities her, but he does. Maybe it isn’t pitying, rather sympathizing. 

“Can I give you a new one?”

She smiles, relishing in the feeling of his stubble against her skin. 

“Sure.”

“I’d like to call you Angel.” 

A hum of content passes her lips and she presses a soft kiss on his skin. 

“I’d like that too.” She whispers. “I’ll be your angel.”

They sit together for a good five minutes, syncing their breathing together, enjoying each other’s company.

“We should go back to your friends.” She mutters, grabbing the coat. 

“We probably should.”

Sam gives the two of them as they walk past the curtain. Bucky sits across from him and he watches with a slightly annoyed eye as she takes the seat across from Zemo. 

“How do you two know each other?” Sam queries.

“Oh. Bucky stabbed me ten years ago.” She bluntly states.

A humored smile crosses her face as Sam’s eyes widen and darts between the two. 

“He stabbed you?”

“Hey, I wasn’t really myself back then.” Bucky quickly defends himself. “Plus, she tried to kill me a few hours ago.” 

“In her defense,” Zemo interjects “being stabbed isn’t something you can just forgive and forget.” 

“Oh, and you know everything about forgiving and forgetting.” Sam shoots back. 

Sensing oncoming tension, she quickly changes the subject. 

“Bucky told me you three needed a tour guide. Someone who knows the place well.” 

“I’d consider myself-“

“Oh Baron,” she laughs “after everything you did in 2017, I doubt it’s easy for them to trust you.”

Zemo’s eyes widened. 

“You know who I am?”

“Of course I do. I’ve been to Sokovia before.” 

Sam furrowed his brows.

“What led you to Sokovia?”

“Business meetings.” 

“Jesus, Bucky, who is this girl?” 

“Oh, yeah, I never actually introduced myself. I’m Angel.” Bucky smiles at the use of her name, affection blooming in his chest. “I work for a small company based in Europe. We mostly sell cosmetics.”

Bucky’s impressed by her ability to spit out a convincing story with no hesitation. 

Sam doesn’t seem to buy it, but he lets it go. 

“Anyways, what role do you three want me to play?”

“Well,” Zemo shifts in his seat, “I was thinking you could be my date-“

“No. No” Bucky grouses, a deep frown cutting across his face. “Absolutely not.”

“Relax, James. I won’t try anything with her. I know you two are… close.” 

Bucky scrambles out of his seat to wrap a hand around Zemo’s neck but he steps away at the feeling of Angel’s gentle hand on his bicep. 

“Calm down, Bucky. Everything’s going to be fine.” She looks at Zemo with an amused grin. “Alright. I’ll play the part, but I have a few rules.” She points her thumb up. “One, no kissing.” Then her pointer. “No silly pet names. I don’t want to hear you calling me baby or kitten. It’s patronizing.” Finally her middle. “And three, I don’t drink. My tolerance is low.”

Zemo and Sam nod in agreement and eventually so does Bucky, but the anger in his eyes refuses to fade away. 

It’s nighttime when they arrive, but the bright, neon lights illuminate the city. 

Loud music seeps out from the clubs and the air smells of smoke and booze. They’re surrounded by crime, and Angel smiles at the familiarity. She can spot a few familiar faces, but she never bothers to say hi. It’s best she stays faceless, unknown, invisible. 

Zemo wraps an arm around her waist and Bucky side eyes him. She can read his annoyance. His jealousy. Yet, his cold, emotionless expression doesn't change. He’s fallen into character and he’s doing a damn good job of it. 

Whispers of ‘is that the Winter Soldier?’ pour around them as they enter the bar, but they all do their best to pay no attention. 

“Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.” The bartender nods towards Sam. 

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” Zemo interjects. 

Selby. 

Angel remembers that name. She’s heard it in whispers on the streets. 

Angel takes a seat on Zemo’s lap, leaning her head against the fur on his coat. 

“Who’s the girl?”

“Close friend of mine,” Zemo smirks.

“I’m Moria.” She extends a hand and the bartender politely shakes it. 

Bucky glances down at his fingers. Of course, her name here would be fake. 

“The usual?” The bartender asks.

Sam and Zemo reply with a nod. 

The four of them watch as he pulls a snake out of a jar, cutting its organs out and placing them in a shot glass. He moves on to pour out a shot of vodka for Zemo.

She grins and runs a hand from the fur collar of his coat to his chest. A soft, flirtatious giggle slips past her lips. Oh, Bucky wanted to take Zemo’s shot glass and throw it at the wall but he can’t. Not when the stakes are so high. 

She suppresses a giggle as she watches Sam struggle to down the shot. 

“Got word from on high,” A man approaches Zemo. “You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker. But if he insists, he can either talk to me…” 

He gestures towards Bucky.

Angel surveys the bar, observing the patrons around them. Most of them are staring at the four, suspicious eyes being thrown their way. 

Her concentration is broken when Zemo speaks.

“Winter Soldier” He orders in Russian.

She remembers Bucky’s words on the plane. He’s afraid of relapsing. 

“Attack.”

Compassion, something she hasn’t felt for a long time, floods her body and before he can strike, she finds herself twisting the man’s fingers. Another approaches them and Bucky takes the lead, kicking the man to the ground. Men charge towards them and she fights along with him. He’s throwing kicks, punches, a sight that Angel is all too familiar with. Bucky takes hold of a man thrown his way, slamming him down onto the table, metal arm wrapped around his neck.

They freeze at the sound of weapons around them. Her eyes dart around the room, seeing the guns trained on them. Slowly, she reaches under her shirt, feeling the knives she has strapped to her body. 

Sam places a hand on Bucky’s arm and Zemo quickly stops him. 

“Stay in character or the entire bar turns on us.” 

They all stand as the bartender turns to them. 

“Selby will see you now.” 

She looks at Bucky, then Sam, then Zemo who opens his arms, beckoning her towards him. She lets him place a hand on her hip as the four of them walk away.

“You should know Baron,” Selby’s voice rings through her ears. “People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.”

“Not a demand, an offer.” Zemo replies. 

“Well, a lot has changed since you were last here. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” He chuckles.  Zemo releases his hand on her. 

“You’re taller than I heard, Smiling Tiger.” She purrs at Sam, who glances away. “What’s the offer? The girl?”

“No. Something better.”

He walks over to Bucky. 

“Tell me what you know about the super-soldier serum and I’ll hand him over.” Fingers trace over his face, from his cheekbones down to his chin. “Along with the code words to control him. He will do whatever you want.”

A Cheshire cat smile cuts across Selby’s face. 

“Now that’s the Zemo I know.” She settles into her couch. “Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant but right. The serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you want to thank… or condemn.” She shrugs. “Whatever side you’re on.” 

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo inquires. 

Selby stands. 

“The breadcrumbs, you can have for free, but the bakery’s going to cost you.” She sighs. “Your arm candy, Baron, she’s extraordinary. There’s no way a little bird” Selby points her finger up and down at Angel “can fight like that without years of training. Come here, darling.” She beckons her over. Angel turns to Zemo, and then to Bucky, a worried expression on her face. Zemo falters for a second and releases his hand on her shoulder. 

“Go ahead, darling.”

She stands and walks over the Selby, who looks her over with an inquisitive eye. Selby runs a manicured finger along the collar of Angel’s coat. 

“I’ll tell you what,” Selby decides. “You hand both of them over to me, and I’ll tell you everything about Nagel.” She grins, pulling back the strap of Angel’s thigh holster and snapping it back onto her skin. 

“Don’t touch me.” She snarls.

Selby cocks her head, an amused smirk on her face. 

“I have to say, she’s quite the fiery one. I’d like to call her my little firebird. Have her sing for me.”

“A firebird and the Winter Soldier.” Zemo seethes. “Clever.”

Their attention turns to Sam when his phone rings.

Selby saunters over to him. 

“Answer it.” She demands. “On speaker.”

Angel bites the inside of her cheek, waiting with bated breath as Sam speaks to Sarah. He rambles on about money laundering and having a banker killed until Sarah calls him Sam. 

Her blood runs cold. 

“Sam?” Selby questions, voice laced with accusation. “Who’s Sam? Kill them!” 

Without hesitation, Angel pulls the gun out of her holster and unloads a bullet in the woman. 

“We need to get out of here.” She yells, stuffing her gun back in place.

One of Selby’s bodyguards cocks his gun and Angel sends a throwing knife into his head, Bucky takes down the other, knocking him out with his fist. 

“Jesus Christ, Angel!” Sam yells. 

“We don’t have time to unpack that.” she pants, ripping the knife out of the bodyguard’s head. “The second people get word that she’s dead, we’ll have a million-dollar price tag on our heads.” She shoves the knife into a pocket on her holster and bolts to the door.

The four sprint out of the exit and onto the streets, laying low, trying not to get noticed. They walk at a brisk pace, shoulder forward, eyes straight. 

The sound of rapid gunfire sends them scrambling. 

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam yells.

“Oh, tell me about it!” She replies. The shock from her boots meeting the pavement sends pain up her calves.  “I’ve been running in heels for years and it still sucks.”

“That’s not humanly possible. How do you do that?” He pants.

“I got used to it.” 

Angel grabs her gun and cocks it. She one bullet after another and when the wind blows back her coat, Bucky can spot another pistol tucked in the waistband of her shorts. 

Motorcycles start to barrel towards them and they pick up their speed. A bounty hunter throws a dagger, slicing at the skin of her thigh. Despite the gash, she can’t feel the pain. Not with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

They cut to a halt when they find themselves in an alleyway, surrounded.

Gunshots ring through the air saving them from impending death. 

“Looks like we have a guardian angel.” Zemo notes, his run slowing down into a walk. 

They look around, catching their breath.

“Well, this is too perfect.” The four turn to see a blonde walking towards them, gun pointed in Zemo’s direction. “Drop it, Zemo.”

“Sharon?” Bucky inquires. She rolls her eyes and turns to Angel. 

“Nice to finally meet you, Angel of Death.” 

“What? How do you know her?” Sam asks.

“I was investigating a politician’s death a few years ago. I managed to get my hands on her picture but Bucky over here caused a bit of a stir.”

She chuckles. “Nice to meet you too, Agent Carter. 

“I used to be an agent, not anymore.” Sharon states. 

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asks.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember?” Her words, laced with bitterness. She points her gun at Sam “I also took your wings” then to Bucky, “so you could save his ass” finally, to Zemo “from his ass. Unlike you, I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up.”

Angel stands by, watching Bucky ask for Sharon’s help, paying no attention to the cut on her leg. Unfortunately, the adrenaline finally wears off, sending pain up her leg. Her hands press on the bleeding wound, covering her fingers with blood. She hisses in pain, causing Sharon to turn to her, brows raised. 

“This isn’t over.” She spits at them and makes her way over to Angel.

“You might need some stitches for that.” She sighs, handing her a tissue. “I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there.”

… 

Bucky takes a seat next to Angel, who is tending to her wound on Sharon’s couch, legs propped up on a glass coffee table.

“She’s stitching herself up.” Sharon smiles. “Best you don’t distract her.”

“I’ll be fine.” Angel murmurs, eyes trained on the needle piercing her skin. “Thanks for the suture kit by the way. I left mine on Zemo’s jet.” 

“No problem. I got myself some first aid supplies when I was on the run. Figured they would come in handy.”

“My calves hurt. You have anything for that?” She grumbles, carefully knotting the thread. 

“There’s probably some ibuprofen in there.” Sharon chuckles. “Those heels are gorgeous but damn, they look painful.”

Bucky gently wraps his fingers around her ankle and looks at her. 

“May I?” 

“Such a gentleman. Of course.”

She places her legs on his thighs and sighs with relief as he massages the sore muscles of her calves. 

“Does it hurt?”

“My calves? Or cut on my thigh.”

“Your thigh.”

She shrugs, pulling the thread.

“Not too much. It’s nothing Advil can’t fix.”

Sharon throws them an amused look. 

“So, what’s going on between the two of you?” 

“James seems to have formed a little bond with her. In more ways than one.” Zemo smiles at them over a glass of whisky.

“I’ll knock that drink right out of your hands.” Angel barks. 

“I have to say, it’s quite ironic. James, you swore that you’d leave your assassin roots behind, yet you’ve taken up the company of one of the most prolific hitwomen in Europe.” 

“He’s got a point,” Sharon says, rifling through racks of clothing. “The irony part, I mean. When I was working the Death Angel case, both the FBI and the CIA profiled you as a psychopath. Someone unable to form proper emotional bonds with others-“

“Sociopath.” Angel interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “Not a psychopath. Psychopaths have no moral compass. But I’d say I do. Sociopaths are still able to discern right from wrong.” 

Sam walks into the room, shrugging a jacket onto his shoulders.

“So why’d you become a hitwoman?”

Though he asks out of curiosity, Bucky still notes the way her eyes narrow, the way her lips twist into a frown. 

“I was getting paid. Plus, they aren’t the type of people you’d like to have dinner with.”

“Let’s drop this, yeah?” Bucky grumbles. “I don’t think Angel wants to continue this conversation.”

Angel. She still hasn’t gotten used to that new name, but she likes it. 

It was nothing like the names the authorities and the public had slapped on her. Killer, psychopath, evil, monster. 

The hardened shell she had built around her has started to crack, but only for Bucky.

For the first time, she wonders what it would be like. To be free from the title of an assassin. 

Maybe she’d live in a quiet Parisian apartment or a sun-filled home in northern Italy. Maybe she’d be alone. She’d be okay with that. Maybe she’ll be with someone else. Maybe with Bucky. She’d be more than okay with that. 

She envied him, even if she shouldn’t. She didn’t go through what he went through. Being taken away, stripped of any control, and then having to live in a world he knew nothing of.

However, Bucky had something she didn’t have. He had good within himself. 

She’s pulled from her thoughts when Sharon hands her a small pile of clothing.

“Here, these seem to be your style. I know some higher-ups so I’ll ask about Nagel. So, while I’m at it, enjoy the party.” 

“Thanks, Sharon.”

“I’ll let you get changed.” Zemo stands and walks away, offering her privacy. 

Sam and Sharon nod, leaving the room, but Bucky stayed behind. 

“Are you okay?” He quietly asks. 

“Yeah. I’m okay.” She curtly nods. 

Bucky reaches for a pad of gauze and presses it to the closed wound. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You don’t need to worry about me.”

He holds the gauze in place while she tapes it down. 

“You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks.” She huffs. “YouTube has some great tutorials on bandaging.” 

The music from the party downstairs echoes through Sharon’s home, bleeding into the room. 

“Alright.” Angel stands and grabs the clothing that Sharon gave her. “I’ll change and we can head downstairs.”

She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.

Bucky cleans up the used suture supplies and throws them in the small trash can in the corner while waiting for Angel to finish. 

He wonders what would have happened if he had successfully completed his Berlin mission in 2013. What would have become of her? Everything she does, she does it with a flair. From the way she dresses, to how she acts, even in the way she kills. She was spirited, creative, and clever. He can’t bear the thought of anyone, not just HYDRA, taking that away from her. 

“Hey, Buck?” She walks out of the bathroom, holding her hands across her chest. “Can you help button me up?” 

His mouth goes dry when he sees her. She’s ethereal, not of this world. The forest green satin of her dress compliments her gold jewelry, illuminated by the soft lights of Sharon’s home. 

“Um,” he swallows. “Sure.” 

She walks over to him and turns around so he can hook the buttons through the loops. 

“Pretty isn’t it. Sharon has great taste.” 

“Yeah.” He breathes. 

“Do you like it?”

“I guess so.”

She turns to face him with a mischievous grin. 

“What do you mean ‘you guess so’?” 

“I was born in 1917, I know nothing about modern fashion. You look beautiful, though.” 

Bucky sits back down and she crawls into his lap. “You’re so sweet to me. Maybe too sweet.” She giggles. 

“Oh, by the way.” Her hands rest on his shoulders. “I never returned the favor from this morning.” 

She leans in and presses her mouth against his, kissing him with fervor. 

Bucky tucks her lower lip between his teeth and bites, smiling at her little yelp. He reaches up to cup her face in his hands, rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. She deepens the kiss, letting her tongue brush against his lips. 

A whine leaves his lips as she pulls back and stands. 

He pouts and reaches his arms towards her, hands making a grabbing motion. 

“Another kiss. Please?” 

“Oh, Bucky,” She giggles, lowering herself onto her knees. “You’re too cute.”

Her hands reach for his belt, undoing the buckle. She pulls his jeans down, letting them pile around his feet. He stops her hands right as they reach for his briefs. 

“Wait, I-” He stutters. “I haven’t done this in a long time.” Blushing in embarrassment. 

“If you don’t want to, we can stop.” She says sweetly.

“I want to.” He lets go of her wrist and lets his hand rest in her hair. “I just forgot how it feels.”

“If you want, I can take control for a little bit.” She rests her head on his thigh. “Make you feel good.” 

Bucky blinks owlishly and nods. 

“Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”

That was the green light. She pulls his briefs down and Bucky kicks them aside along with the jeans. He grins as he watches her eyes widen. 

“You-” She gasps. “Oh, wow, you’re big.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckles, reaching down to stroke himself. “You think you can take me?” 

“I can try.” 

She spits on her hand and wraps it around his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath when she thumbs over the tip. 

“Oh.” He gasps when she licks the underside. “Oh!”

“Feels good?” She presses a kiss on his thigh. 

“Yeah, really good.”

Her lips wrap around his cock, saliva dripping past her tongue and onto his skin. 

He lets his head fall back, a quiet groan slipping past his lips. 

“Oh, Angel, you’re amazing.”

She flutters her lashes and looks up at him. 

It’s a beautiful sight, he thinks, the way she’s all doe-eyed and blushy. 

He grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls her closer, letting his cock hit the back of her throat. 

She gags around him and tears prick at her eyes, yet she doesn’t pull away. She bobs her head back and forth, sending electricity through his veins. 

Spit dribbles down her chin and Bucky tightens his grip on her hair. He lets his other hand cup her cheek. 

“Relax for me, love.” He murmurs. He holds her head still and pushes his hips forward. She squeezes her eyes shut and grabs onto his thighs. Bucky hisses at the feeling of her nails digging into his skin but the pain is overshadowed by pleasure. Her mouth is so wet, so warm around him and he can’t get enough. 

He’s only had his cock in her mouth for a few minutes but he can already feel himself getting closer. 

“Wait, wait!” He gasps. 

Angel pulls off, eyes wide with worry.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” She asks. 

“No,” He caresses her face. “You were perfect. I just- I’m gonna cum soon and I want you to feel good too.” 

She smiles affectionately. 

“Oh, baby, you’re too good to me.” 

As she moves to straddle him, Bucky takes hold of her waist and pushes her onto the couch so she’s lying underneath him.

“Don’t want you hurting yourself.” He kisses her nose. “Your wound is still healing.” 

His hands push up the hem of her dress, the satin pooling around her waist, exposing the soft skin of her tummy and the scar he left her. He leans down to press a gentle kiss on the scar and he playfully nips at her skin. 

“No biting, puppy.” 

He whines at the name. It makes him feel all soft like he wants to give all of himself to her. His head rests on her tummy and he blinks at her with soft eyes. 

“You wanted me to take control, so I’m taking control.” She coos, running a hand through his hair. “Give me a kiss, baby.” 

He kisses up her body and when his lips meet hers, she takes this as an opportunity to roll themselves over. 

She straddles his hips, letting her cunt rub against his cock. Her eyes close and she sighs in pleasure. 

“You want to fuck me, baby?” She giggles. 

“Yes.” He groans. “Oh god, yes.” 

“What do you say?” she taunts, voice laced with authority. 

“Please.” Bucky pants. “Can I please fuck you?” 

“Mmm. Asking so nicely.” She muses. “Of course you can.” 

His eyes roll back, chest heaving. His mouth drops open but she presses a hand against his mouth. 

“Gotta stay quiet. Don’t want everyone hearing you do we?” 

Bucky nods, biting down on his lip. 

“Good boy.” She leans down and kisses his forehead. “So good.” 

She lifts her hips and presses his cock against her entrance. 

Bucky rests a hand on her hips but she intertwines their fingers and presses his hand onto the couch cushions. 

“No touching.” 

Unfair. She’s being unfair. 

As she lowers herself onto him, Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to moan. 

“Beautiful.” She whispers, eyes hooded and lips parted. “You’re beautiful.” 

He thinks he could cum right then and there. 

“Am I making you feel good?” She whispers. 

Bucky nods, quiet moans on the tip of his tongue. 

She gasps and tightens around him. Bucky bites down on his lip. Hard. 

“M-move.” He whimpers. “Please.”

She replies by moving her hips back and forth. 

“You feel so good, sweet thing.” 

Bucky hums in content. 

“Thank you.” 

With every movement she makes, with every sound that leaves her lips, Bucky’s convinced she’s going to kill him. 

“Do you know what la petite mort means, baby?” She asks him.

“Mhm.” Bucky opens his eyes. “It’s French. It means a little death.”

They’re nose to nose, both gasping into each other’s mouths. The gold necklaces she’s wearing dangles in his face and he bites down on a chain with a smile. 

“It means more than that, baby. La petit mort refers to an orgasm. And from the looks of it,” She teases, “I think you’re coming close.” 

Bucky groans, letting go of the chain. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes.” He whimpers with desperation. “Can I cum? Can I cum for you?”

“Tell me I’m your angel.” She whispers into his ear.

“You’re my angel. Can I please cum?” He begs.

“No, not yet.” She laves her tongue over the shell of his ear. “Tell me I’m your only angel.” 

“You’re my angel. My only angel.” 

She squeezes around him and quickens her movements. Her hands press down on his chest as she lifts her hips and sinks back down onto him. 

She’s an angel. His angel. In this moment, he’d do anything for her. Anything for his angel. 

“I’m gonna- fuck.” He groans. 

“Gonna cum?” She asks, voice silvery and low. “Gonna cum for me baby?”

All he can do is nod. 

“Alright.” 

She lifts herself off of him and before he can protest, she’s got her lips wrapped around him. He bucks his hips forward and empties himself into her mouth. 

He watches in awe, chest heaving post-orgasm, as she swallows him down and pulls off of him. With a quick swipe of her hand across she smiles. 

She crawls up his body and places a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

“So good. You were so good for me.”

[domesticblisss]

On the Second Floor

Jay White x Female Reader Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 1495 Warnings: Smut. Alcohol mention, PiV, oral (male receiving), mild degradation (a little name calling), (very, very) slight dom/sub undertones, public sex. Summary: Jay White takes an instant liking to the reader. A/N: First time writing anyone outside Timperium, hope it’s good. Also, I’m sorry in advance lmao.

You would think that after three months of moving to and living in Tokyo I would have gotten to know its nightlife and truth is, I haven’t. And it is not because I don’t want but I have been so tired that my friday nights consists of drinking plum wine while eating a TV dinner and falling asleep before 10pm. 

I have decided to change that this week and as of right now, I am dressed in the tightest and shortest dress I could find in my closet on my way to a club I can’t even remember the name of, but I trust Aika’s and Chie’s choices. 

Aika, Chie and I met on the magazine we work for, they were the first people to approach me, and we hit off instantly. 

“Can’t believe we finally got you to leave the house!” Aika exclaimed excitedly. 

“Well, I had to eventually. Can’t be living in such a beautiful country and just stay locked inside forever.”

“Trust me, you’re going to love this place.” Chie added, with a mysterious tone in her voice. 

There was a line to get inside when we arrived, with at least 20 people ahead of us. After a 10-minute wait, a black SUV stops right by our side, and five men come out from it. Tall, big, scary looking, handsome men. 

One of them stands out to me. He is the last one to get out of the car, tall, muscular, long black hair in a half bun and a beard. The beard is... a choice, but it makes him look very hot. 

He is not one bit sly when he looks at me, makes sure to stop right in front of me, looks me up and down and gives me the smallest smile, one that if I wasn’t paying enough attention, I would have missed it. 

He and his entourage make their way to the entrance of the club, he fist-bumps the bouncer and gets in without any trouble. 

Not three minutes later, the hostess comes up to us, asking to follow her and takes us inside. She sits us in a booth and says “Welcome, girls! All your orders are already paid for the night, feel free to ask for whatever you desire. Mr. White sends his regards.” she winks at me and leaves. 

“Mr. White?” I ask Aika and Chie, both of them with surprised looks on their faces. 

“Jay White? The leader of Bullet Cl–“ Aika is interrupted. 

“The rat looking dude that was eye fucking you outside.”

“Chie!”

“What? He was eye fucking her.”

“You know that is not what I meant.” Aika reprimanded her. “Anyway, do you know how lucky you are??? He comes here every single week, stays on the VIP lounge right there” she slyly points to a glass box room on the upper floor, directly in front of us, with a privileged view to our booth, “he never talks to anyone, he never leaves his booth. He comes here and stays there while his friends have their fun. Do you have any idea how many women has tried their way with him, and he doesn’t give a slight nod? Do you know how many women would kill to be where you are?” Aika looked at me excitedly. 

“Lucky me I guess.”

Chie was about to start talking again when a waitress arrived with a bottle of Dom Perignon. 

“A gift from Mr. White.” the bubbly waiters said as she set the bottle of champagne down and handed me a card. 

I thanked her and opened the card. 

“C’mon, what does it say?” Chie asked. 

“Meet me at the lounge in 10. They’ll let you in. -J”

“You’re going.” It was Aika’s turn now. 

“I guess?”

“No, I’m not asking, I’m telling you, you are going.”

“Fine! I am.” I finished my glass of champagne and went to the bathroom to retouch my make-up. 

Those few minutes I spent alone were enough to make my head go into overdrive. From the little I have heard from this guy, he seems to be on the verge of a breakdown. All I have ever heard was that he is rough, violent, and vicious, and apparently that was enough for my brain to stop working and for the rest of my body to act on its own will. 

It happened just like he said it would happen. I got the door of his lounge and the security guards let me in without questions. 

“Princess! You actually came!” he said, coming to greet me and took my hands in his. “I’m Jay and these are my friends, Gedo, Kenta, Tama and Chase.” they either nodded or waved at me. 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Well, introductions are over, and they are going to give us some privacy. Go on, lads.” he waited for the four of them to leave to keep going. “I gave you my name, but you never told me yours, princess.”

“Amy.” I lied. 

“Something tells me this is not your real name.”

“Well, it’s the one you’re getting.” I smiled sweetly at him. 

“Feisty! I like that!”

“What do you want from me, Mr. White?”

“Mr. White... you really know how to get a man to his knees, don’t you princess?” he said, his face so close to mine, his grey eyes boring into mine and a smirk on his slips, all while he gently caressed my hair. “I brought you here because I want you. I need to have you.” he whispered the last part in my ear. 

“And why should I do this?”

“Because I’m the champion, princess! Because I always get what I want.”

“I need something else.” I teased him. 

“Well, it really looks like you need get some and I am going to ruin you for every other man and woman that comes into your life.”

My body betrayed me, and I kissed him. A hard, teeth clashing, lip biting kiss. Jay is rough, heavy handed and loses no time in taking my dress off. 

“You’re perfect, aren’t you princess?” he said, taking his pants and underwear off in one swift move and sat down on the leather couch in the middle of the room. His length was already semi hard, precum leaking from it. 

“Beg, princess.” 

“Could I please suck your cock, Mr. White?”

“I need something better, princess.”

“Please, let me suck your cock, Mr. White. I need it.” I made sure to use my best pouty lips begging face. 

“There you go, princess. Go on. It’s all yours.”

His cock was big, long with an average girth. I licked a stripe from his balls to the tip, gathering saliva and spitting on it before swallowing what I could from him, my hands working on what I could take in. He took his hands to my hair, holding it into a ponytail and started moving his hips, surprisingly slow, making sure I wouldn’t gag. He pulled me off when he started to feel his orgasm coming, a long drool line still connecting us, to which he made the show of collecting and rubbing on my lips and left cheek. 

“You really are perfect, aren’t you, princess? I can’t finish this without you getting what you deserve. Get up!” he took my hand and guided me to the glass wall that secured his booth from the rest of the club. 

He pressed me against it, making a show of pulling my bra down and slowing getting his right hand inside of my panties. 

“Oh, you like being watched, don’t you?” I nodded. “Look, look how wet you are. My princess is a dirty little slut, isn’t she?”

I could only nod, moaning because of how his nimble fingers were touching my clit. He shoved my panties aside and slowly inserted himself, lifting my right leg so he could position himself better. He wasn’t as slow and soft as he was when he was face fucking me, his thrusts were deep, fast and rough, the fingers on my bundle of nerves following the same rhythm. 

“Jay, fuck. Please don’t stop.”

He turned me to him, snaking my legs around his waist. I held tight to his gold chain. 

“Jay, I’m–“

“I’m right there too princess, let go.”

3, 2, 1

My vision turned white, body trembling, all I could hear was his groans as he bit my shoulder and I felt both of mine and his arousal run down my legs. 

His maniacal laughter started, holding me tighter to him and helping me sit back down on the couch. 

“Do you want some water, princess?”

“Mhm.”

“You know,” he started as he made his way to the minibar “I actually liked it better when you called me Jay.”

“Okay, Jay.” I smiled at him, taking the water bottle from his hands. 

“So, next week, same place, same time?”

“Sure, of course.” I panted. 

Yeah, I was completely ruined.