#my absolute shameless ass just coming in and slapping the ask on your desk after seeing you were inclined for cuubism's work >:DDD

[magnusbae]

POV me joining the gang :D

The Silly Rabbit AU Triumvirate is god damn powerful.

[kenzieam]

About Last Night - Chapter Two

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I know I’m forgetting people, sorry. If you want in, hit me.

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Rating: M

Warnings: Language, general nuttiness, smut, major angst, drama

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Lev wakes up the morning after a wild night at the Compound and realizes she hasn’t spent the night alone. The fact that the man unconscious beside her is her most trusted teammate is besides the point, he’s also her best friend and

NOW WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE DO???

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Okay, this chapter is just shameless angst and self-pity, mixed in with a healthy dose of Lev’s incredible stupidity and my absolute favourite... cliffhangers.

You’ve been warned....

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Too late, sugar. He’s found someone else.

No. NO.

And there’s nothing you can do about it, her mind sneered.

A cold rush went through Lev and it was all she could do to not leap from the table and run.

She was becoming her mother.

She was letting love cloud her mind, dictate her actions.

No. She wouldn’t give in, she was stronger than that, baptized by the blood of the damned, literally.

If asked later how she managed to stay seated at the table and remain semi-functional, Lev wouldn’t be able to say. She’d become talented in hiding her emotions, stonewalling the therapist her father briefly tried sending her to, and disguising the true depths of her rage and sorrow as she grew from a teenager to hot-headed adult, but even she couldn’t kid herself into thinking she was successfully acting tonight.

Conversation continued without her, for if anyone noticed her discomfiture, they kindly chose to ignore it, not bringing up the fact that every single person at the table, with the exception of Bucky, Lev and Lilly, had fully expected and had in reality placed bets with each other on when their two friends would finally wake up to the attraction between them, knowing that something had gone down after the party, but not what.

Bucky’s new woman was questioned relentlessly, the guise friendly inquiry, covert ‘what the fuck, man?’ glances sent Bucky’s way whenever her attention was diverted with answering and he glowered back defiantly, refusing, with the exception of one scorching glance, loaded with too many emotions to sort out, to look at Lev.

And she felt her skin tingle every time he touched Lilly, rested his arm on her shoulders, brushed her cheek or tucked some of her long blonde hair behind her ear. If he was acting he was doing a hell of a job, there seemed to be a genuine draw between them, especially in the way Lilly would gaze at him, like he’d hung the fucking moon and, as soon as it was polite, Lev excused herself, the few bites of dessert she’d managed to choke down sour in her stomach.

Why the hell was she so upset? SHE’D WANTED THIS! SHE’D WANTED TO MAINTAIN DISTANCE, but not like this, anything but this.

And she hadn’t truly wanted distance, not really, not in the deepest parts of her heart. Once the static had cleared in her head, she’d heard the message loud and clear. Love was dangerous, love was terrifying and made fools of us all, but she would have been safe with Bucky. He wouldn’t have hurt her; he wouldn’t have let her fall. He wouldn’t have passed off lust as love and then thrown her away, driving her to insanity in the form of hysterical suicide.

He would have treasured her the way she always secretly wished to be and, at the first offering of that, she’d slashed with razor claws, wounding him perhaps permanently.

She wished for more Mead, but there was none and she instead spent the night cross-legged on the floor of her quarters, headphones secured to her ears, blasting her most angry and rage-filled death metal playlists, hoping to drown out the tears.

She shouldn’t have left her room the next morning, she wasn’t fucking hungry anyway. But she had, and the punishment had been swift and severe. Giggles preceded her arrival in the kitchen and, if she’d been listening instead of continuing to stew, she would have recognized the deep answering chuckles.

There had only been a few times in Lev’s life when she could honestly say she was breathless with shock. The first had been with her mother, slipping and sliding in her lifeblood as the woman screamed and slashed even more at her shredded forearms; the second had been when Lev had awoke disoriented under blinding lights, agony like hellfire crawling through her veins, a multitude of strange, lab-coat wearing men standing dispassionately above her, the sudden and cold realization that she’d been taken and changed, that her issues had blinded her to life’s bigger dangers and she’d fallen in with the wrong crowd, selected by HYDRA for an experimental program due to her lack of family and the extremely large chip on her shoulder and she was never going to be the same.

The third was when she had been discovered by accident and rescued by the team, half-mad in that underground bunker; her shadowy surroundings suddenly lit up and blinding her like the sun, fevered confusion and disorientation, dangerous-looking strangers all around her, their grunts of pain and surprise when she fought their hands, struggled to understand a language she’d not heard in so long. Fear and animal instinct to defend had taken over, her enhanced body too much for all but Steve and Bucky to restrain and her first real memories of freedom from that hellish cell where she’d languished, cold and slowly going insane had been of strong arms, gentle hands stroking her face and tangled hair, masculine spice and a deep, soothing voice, speaking words she no longer recognized but in a tone that calmed her nonetheless.

The forth, and final time was now, when she turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead, like she’d been slapped by the very hand that was currently caressing Lilly’s breast through her half-buttoned shirt, a shirt Lev recognized instantly, even in her shock, as the one she’d bought Bucky months ago because she’d loved how it matched his eyes. Lilly was gasping and mewling, their bodies moving in a sensual, unmistakable rhythm, Bucky’s eyes flaring with heat as they rolled upwards when her lips, hidden by her face tucked into his throat, nibbled in return for his touch and it was devastatingly obvious what they’d spent the night doing, what Lev had probably unintentionally spared herself from hearing all through the dark hours by keeping her headphones on.

What they were still doing.

Lev could smell it on them and there was no way two bodies could twine so close together if they weren’t already connected in the most visceral and primal way possible. His hand fell from Lilly’s breast, but only to drop to her hip, curling around the curve and pulling her closer still, lifting her thigh to hook around his. His eyes raised finally to Lev’s, banked lust making them look like a beast’s eyes, and his jaw clenched, teeth baring as he growled harshly. Lilly moaned as he turned his head to bite at her throat, eyes staying locked on Lev’s almost defiantly, returning the nips with an intensity that made Lilly’s hips roll against his, made her cling even tighter to his body and ratcheting up the sexual heat that was already so thick between them. Seeing Lev seemed to push him to move harder and faster, as if with each heavy thrust of his hips he was snarling at her ‘like what you see? This could have been you.’

Bucky was fucking her against the counter, her ass smacking the edge while he glared coldly over her shoulder, eyes locked with Lev’s, each heavy grunt as he thrust further driving the nail deeper into her heart and something inside her, something that cracked as she’d watched her mother die and had only continued to yawn wider with each successive hit in her life, shattered completely.

*************************************************************************************   “So, you’re volunteering to take this mission? The one I haven’t been able to bribe, cajole or threaten anyone else to take on?” Tony raised a brow at Lev, half his attention still directed to a tablet in his hand, feet resting on the edge of his desk, chair tilted back.

“Yes.” Lev waited until Stark reluctantly pulled his eyes from the screen and focussed fully on her. Understanding softened the quizzical lines on his forehead.

“You know, kid… what Barnes is doing, bringing that new girl around-”

“Doesn’t matter, he can fuck whomever he wants.”

“Yeah, but after that party we all figured you two would finally-”

“You know… that shit would have been a little more helpful before all of this. I didn’t realize Bucky felt that way, I didn’t realize I felt that way.”

“Is that why you pushed him away? According to Cap you broke his heart.”

Lev flinched. “I didn’t push him away, okay? I was scared shitless and thought we should stay friends.”

“A man doesn’t look at someone the way Barnes looked at you, if they just want to stay friends.”

And the hits just kept coming. “Again, might have been a little more helpful to me before.”

“Why were you so scared?” Tony changed subjects, tilting his head. “I mean, the Manchurian Candidate isn’t my cup of tea, but he’s never hurt you, even when you were trying so hard to kill all of us in that bunker; if anything, he’d be like a pain in the ass puppy, always loyal and trying to get in your lap.” Understanding dawned. “This have something to do with your parents? You told me their divorce was ugly.”

And then some.

“Nah, their divorce was the standard train wreck, it was what came after; when the guy left her, she uh…. Well, she didn’t take it well.”

Tony arched a brow, waiting patiently and Lev was so tired of holding the weight of her burdened past by herself she gave in and opened her figurative vein.

“When uh…. When the new guy took off, she…. I found her after school one day, blood everywhere and the razor still in her hands. I was trying everything I could to stop the bleeding, to stop her, but all she wanted to do was keep cutting and keep screaming into the phone at the guy, over and over again, ‘is this what you wanted? Are you happy now?’. She… she died in my arms, her last words for him, still yelling at him. I’m not even sure if she knew I was there.”

Tony stared, stunned silent, which was quite a feat for him, and Lev swallowed uncomfortably. She’d not told anyone the whole story, not even her dad or the therapist and she felt her adrenaline beginning to rise as the spectres from her past rattled their chains and threatened to break free again.

“Shit… Lev. You need to talk to someone about that-”

“I need to go on this mission.”

“You need help.”

“The mission.” Lev repeated stubbornly. “Just the mission, Tony, okay? If my mother’s suicide taught me anything, it’s that love is the most dangerous fucking thing out there and if I hadn’t learned it then I sure as fuck did when Bucky showed up with that fucking supermodel. That’s all the help I need. Let me get out of here, clear my head and still be fucking useful as I do it. Please?”

Tony gazed at her, such pain and sympathy in his eyes that Lev was forced to look away, chew hard on her lip to keep from breaking down.

“Okay,��� he finally murmured. “I’ll send you out on this one but we’re in on this together, you and me, got it?”

Lev squinted at him, not understanding.

“I’m not going to tell anyone else, but you and I are going to talk, regularly, while you’re out there. I’m keeping an eye on you, kid and when you get back… you gotta talk to someone trained in this, okay? That’s not anything anyone should have to carry alone.”

Lev snorted, trying to disguise how touched she was with more sarcasm. “I’m not carrying it alone; it can haunt your nightmares now too.”

A faint smile, but Tony’s eyes stayed troubled.

“Okay,” Lev conceded. “Now can I go?”

Tony nodded slowly. “Yeah, I got everything set up, if you’re ready now, let’s go.”

“I’m ready now.”

***********************************************************************************       Lev exhaled slowly, fighting the urge to doodle on the notebook in front of her and closed her eyes until the itch passed, then opened them again, squinting as she peered through the scope mounted in front of her.

Forty-three days now of reconnaissance, observation, stakeout…. Boring.

Although it had been in the back of Lev’s mind as the reason why no one else wanted to take this mission, meaning Tony had been about a day away from volun-telling someone they were going, it hadn’t truly hit her until now how epically draining this was.

She had nothing but time now, to think, to analyze and consider.

The communication was iffy, limited, hence the need for someone to stay here and watch the comings and goings of the suspected HYDRA affiliate; setting up remote surveillance simply wasn’t possible, nor feasible to complete the set-up of without drawing suspicion. And rotating teams wasn’t ideal either, so Lev was stuck here, admittedly exactly where she’d asked to be, and she was getting a lot of thinking done.

She had been wrong to push Bucky away, that thought was clear as crystal now after weeks of distilling in her mind while she observed and noted each movement of her quarry.

Even if she’d genuinely wanted to simply stay friends with him, wrong, she had gone about that completely ass-backwards too. There had been happiness in his eyes that morning, the smile on his face hopeful, and she’d squashed it like a bug, squashed his heart like a bug, according to Steve; no wonder he’d returned her pain so cruelly, so harshly. He’d been open and vulnerable in front of her, thinking they’d turned some corner in their relationship, holding out his heart to her that morning and she’d clumsily slapped it to the floor, stomped on with her curt announcement that the magic that had passed between them the night before was a mistake.

God, did she wish she could go back in time.

She’d slap her past self silly in that bathroom, grab her shoulders and order her to not be so fucking stupid and scared, to be the fucking hero she played at being and take that leap of faith, knowing Bucky had already taken the leap and was waiting to catch her on the other side.

It’s too late now, her inner voice whispered.

“Shut up.” She hissed back.

9:32 am – subject takes out the garbage…

************************************************************************************     “So, how’s it going?” Tony asked from the monitor, head tilted to the side. The connection wasn’t the greatest, static crawling across the screen and pulling at his outline, but his voice came through clearly enough.

“I’m bored.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Dude, why do you think everyone else passed?”

“I know, I know, it’s just…”

“Too much time to think?” Tony offered quietly.

Lev exhaled heavily. “Yeah.”

“I know all about that.” Tony continued softly. Usually at this point he would lead Lev into talking about her issues, not start baring his own demons.

“You too?” Understanding hit her like a truck. “Wait, your parents too, right? I forgot about that.”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t walk in on my mother having a psychotic break, but they’re both gone.”

“And Bucky…” she couldn’t finish, shocked that she’d managed to put away this detail and forget it for so long.

“No, The Winter Soldier.” Tony clarified. “I’ve made my peace with that, HYDRA killed my parents, not that lovesick sap I see dragging his sorry ass around the compound all day.”

“Wait, what? Dragging his ass around? He’s got Lilly now.”

“Not anymore. Not sure what happened, but she left a couple weeks ago… not long after you took off, actually.”

“Huh.” Lev pondered this, her confusion deepening. What the hell did that mean? Was it just no fun fucking his girlfriend anymore without Lev standing there watching? “And you just decided to mention it now?”

Tony smiled faintly. “Today’s the first time you’ve even mentioned his name too, kid.”

“Touché…. Wait, you just needed me to stay here and finish the job!”

“Why? Would hearing about Lilly leaving make you want to come back and talk to the guy?” Tony challenged evenly; brow raised.

Shit… it did, didn’t it? That’s exactly what she was steamed about, wasting her time here instead of falling on her knees in front of Bucky and begging for his forgiveness. Still, she hated to let Tony know he was right, he could be such an arrogant prick sometimes. “So. What if it did?”

Tony snorted again, chuckling. “You two, Jesus Christ… Still, I’d appreciate if you could stay a bit longer out there.”

“You owe me, Stark.”

“I do? You volunteered, and now you’re trying to bail? Tough, kid.”

Lev stuck out her tongue, chafing mildly at this responsible adult nonsense.

“Brat,” Tony commented mildly. “Another week, Lev. Please?”

“It’s good to hear you say please.”

“It’ll be even better if you stay there like I asked and then come back and talk to that therapist I set up for you.”

Lev clenched her teeth, debating her response. Knee-jerk told her snarl and tell Tony off, to mind his own business, she’d made all sorts of progress just talking with him, but a deeper part of her knew it was time, she needed to confront and drain this wound, she couldn’t let it’s poison taint her life any further. “Yeah, okay.”

“Don’t sound so damn happy. I’m paying top dollar to keep the best grief counselor on the East Coast on retainer.”

“Thanks.” Lev injected true appreciation in her tone and his expression softened.

“Brat.” He repeated fondly. “I gotta go, talk to you in a couple of days, alright?”

“Yeah,” Lev replied softly, offering a real smile.

*************************************************************************************    Lev tried not to hurry, jostle the pack on her back and maybe make too much noise. Nobody was following her, that much she was sure of, but she’d managed over fifty days of surveillance without being discovered and didn’t want to disrupt her streak. Nearing two months in a depressing tenement in a dying Eastern European town had been all sorts of boring, staring out through faded old curtains to the building across the narrow alley, but she’d managed and now it was time to go home. Tony was waiting, with a quinjet, at a site a dozen miles out and Lev was eager to see the man again.

He’d passed on her messages to the team, for Lev had left so furtively and quickly that she hadn’t told anyone else, not even Steve, and he’d relayed their messages back due to the constraints in their communications, but she was eager to see Stark, hell, anyone, in the flesh again. There was only so many games of Solitaire you could play on a dingy tabletop as you kept one eye on the window and Lev had discovered that limit long ago.

But… Bucky.

She still hadn’t spoken to him.

She’d not told him she was leaving; hell, he probably hadn’t even pulled out of Lilly yet by the time she was heading for the jet and there’d been no message from him in the ones Stark had relayed, not that Lev had expected any.

He probably hoped she didn’t come back, and a part of Lev was tempted. But no, she was a part of the Avengers, whether he liked it or not, and she could function as a member of said team even if she no longer had any meaningful contact with the Winter Soldier again. She’d have to figure out a new strategy for when her nightmares tore her from sleep and there would be no more Bucky to save her, as well as what she was going to do now when his nightmares echoed down the halls and she wanted to run to comfort him, but that could be solved easily enough. She could switch floors, sleep with earplugs or just plain gut it out, go cold turkey until the impulses faded, until Steve or Sam or, most likely, nobody’s presence took the place of comfort and support when their mutual nightmares grew to be too much in the dark.

But she’d miss the softness of his voice in the dark as her heart raced, miss the gentle way his hand would stroke across her forehead, thumb rubbing at her cheekbone; his bright, earnest eyes locked on hers as he talked her down, helped her match her gasping breaths to his steady ones.

She’d miss the way he’d cling to her when he was trapped in his own hells. The faint tremble in his massive frame that would start to cease, begin to relax as soon as he sensed her touch, the way his arms would band around her and hold her close, his body wrapped around hers like a shield but his face buried in her neck like a child’s while he grounded himself again. The way he’d murmur her name over and over again like a mantra, soothing himself back to sleep or, more likely, to the faint drowsy, dreamy, pillow talk stage, laying next to each other for hours as night died, talking about everything and anything that seemed too fragile to hold up and not shrivel under day’s harsh glare.

How had she thrown all that away? How had she not seen what everyone else apparently had? Actual physical love and sex had been about the last boundary they’d had, they’d been intimate and close in every other way possible and yet Lev had deluded herself into thinking, no… into telling herself stubbornly, that it was only friendship, that the way she’d sometimes catch Bucky gazing at her were nothing, only projections of the way she sometimes would watch him.

What a fucking idiot.

Christ, she was going to take a hellacious long bath when she got back to the Compound and compose a doozy of an apology to match her depths of remorse.

She glanced at her GPS, saw the jet was mere dozens of feet away now, in a clearing so well hidden she, even so close, still couldn’t see and picked up her pace. Hopefully, Tony brought some of those Cow Tales caramels she was such a whore for like she’d asked.

Pushing through the last break of trees, Lev paused, just admiring for a moment the stark (tee hee) splendour of the sleek jet amidst the woods. With a muted hiss, the ramp descended, and Lev turned her attention to the pilot.

“Tony-” her voice died in her throat.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Run Away from Your Problems Chapter 5

Nero x reader

Summary: So that pining wasn’t for nothing, after all.

Word Count: 1659

By the time she reached her room, Nero was lying on the floor with her spare blanket draped over him. He was still awake but clearly lost in thought based off the way he was staring slightly cross-eyed at the wall.

“You okay?” she asked, instantly worried about her friend/crush. It had to be pretty impactful (in both good and bad ways) to have his uncle and father back so abruptly.

He blinked with a sharp inhale that quickly turned into a sigh. “Yeah. Just weird having them back.” Well, at least that confirmed her thoughts.

“Well if that’s all,” she decided the best course of action to at least get through the night was to act like it was not a big deal and hope he would follow her guidance, “get the hell out of the floor. You’re sleeping on the bed, dumbass.”

He couldn’t help but bark a laugh at her bluntness. “Alright, alright. I didn’t want to assume.”

When he stood, part of Y/N was sad to see that he’d donned a t-shirt before coming to her room. The sight of him annoyed and shirtless had been one she was enjoying back in the living room. “Get comfy; the side by the wall is mine.” Perhaps she should have thought about how exactly she was going to get into that spot before she said that . . . Deciding that it was too late to worry about that, she went about changing into some night clothes.

While it’d been years since they were in the Order, it appeared Y/N never lost her shameless habit of changing in front of others, and given his feelings for the woman Nero found this little quirk of hers to be highly distracting. He tried to look away respectfully, but the sight of her stripping down to her underwear with her back to him tested his self-control and his ability to keep his blood flowing normally instead of focusing in his dick. It only got worse when she donned a large shirt he was pretty sure had been his at some point; the sight of her in his clothes was apparently a newfound kink of his. Oblivious to his watchful eyes, she put on a pair of sleep shorts to at least pretend to be modest while sleeping.

The heated look in Nero’s eyes when she turned around surprised her. It immediately reminded her of the look Dante would get right before yanking her to him and bending her over the desk, but that clearly couldn’t be the case with Nero. Her denial insisted that she was misunderstanding his expression, so she simply ignored it. There was simply no way that sort of expression would ever be meant from her coming from Nero. 

Then came her struggle about how to get on the bed. She quickly settled on making him move since it would be the easiest, least embarrassing option. “Okay, you giant, move your legs so I can get up.”

“Just crawl over ‘em,” he whined. Really, the words left his mouth before the full implication of them occurred to him. If he didn’t move . . . how would she . . .

His train of thought was viciously derailed by slapping his stomach. “Lazy ass,” she muttered while starting to awkwardly get to her spot.

“And yet you love me anyway.”

The phrasing of that little taunt made her freeze where she was: straddling his thighs. In hindsight it was hilarious how much like a nighttime drama the whole scene was, but right then she didn’t realize. She could only stare at him with wide eyes while assessing whether or not he was being serious.

Meanwhile, Nero was trying his damnedest not to grab her hips and pull her up the last few inches so she’d be astride his. While he certainly wasn’t complaining about the view, it made his mind start to wander into not-so-friendly territory. Eventually, he managed to drag his thoughts out of the gutter enough to roll so that she was tossed off his legs into her spot.

“You call me lazy and then you can’t even be bothered to finish getting on the bed on your own? Shameful,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood and steer the conversation clear of the obvious tension that’d just taken hold. Thinking either with his dick or about how absolutely terrified she’d looked would surely land him in trouble, so he tried to avoid those situations altogether.

“Um, yeah . . .” she said lamely. There were several moments of awkward silence between the two that consisted of them just watching each other. She didn’t even settle into the bed; she just kept sitting atop the covers with her legs criss-crossed. “You sure you’re okay now that they’re back?” He’s acting weird because of them. That has to be it.

It was endearing, the way she went from frightened to being concerned about him. Of his body’s own accord, Nero found himself sitting up and resting his forehead against hers. “I’m fine, Y/N. Just a lot on my mind.”

She closed her eyes, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze. By all rights, the color of them should make their stare icy, but the warmth that was there as he looked at her made her shiver all the same. It’d been a while since they’d done this, but the position brought out that old temptation to pull him into a kiss all the same.

Lucky for her, Nero was feeling a similar pull, and he lacked the ironclad self-control she’d had for almost twenty years. He found himself leaning in those last few inches and pressing his lips to hers before he really thought about the potential consequences of the action. Well there went that plan, he thought but couldn’t really find it within himself to care as his hand slipped up to cup the back of her head.

Y/N jerked away in surprise, hand coming up to rest on his chest as if to push him away. His grip on her head kept her from getting more than a few inches away. “Nero, what the hell?” she panted. Her heart was beating an embarrassingly fast rhythm that he could no doubt feel at such a simple kiss. 

Those blue eyes widened dramatically at her words. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry; I’ll go crash on the couch or something.”

Y/N’s hand clenching in his shirt kept him from going anywhere despite the attempted movement to leave. “No, you’re not going anywhere. What was that about? I know you miss Kyrie, but--”

“I don’t,” he cut her off, “miss her. That’s not . . .” he sighed, trying to grasp for the words he needed. “That’s not what that was about.”

“Then what was it about?”

His hand came up to scratch at his nose; the old tick showed just how nervous he was. She thought he managed to shake that ages ago. “I, uh, I didn’t want you to think this was about her. We weren’t joking when we said it was completely mutual when we broke up. I’ve . . . realized lately . . .God this isn’t as easy as it was when I was a teenager. How does that make any sense? I like you a lot more than as just a friend, okay? I think I have for a long time.”

She was speechless. She’d heard Dante heckle him over the years, but teasing was one thing. This was something completely different. Her free hand drifted up to cup his cheek. It was the only thing she could manage to do that wasn’t just staring at him in complete awe.

“I know you and Dante have . . . whatever it is, and I don’t want to come between you guys if you don’t feel the same. I just suck at ignoring my feelings as you probably know, and--”

Y/N cut him off this time by pressing her lips to his. It only took a couple seconds for him to realize what was going on and become an active participant. That one kiss became two became ten. None were particularly raunchy, but it was a collection of separate little kisses connected by the fact that both of them kept leaning in for more. Several minutes passed before they could pull themselves apart.

Once they weren’t connected at the lips anymore, Y/N felt an embarrassed little grin start to spread across her lips, prompting her to bite her bottom lip to try and stop its spread.

“Hey stop that,” Nero protested, using his thumb to run along her lip. “That’s my job.”

“Not even ten minutes, and you’re already making assumptions,” she teased after nipping his thumb.

“But you’re not arguing,” he pointed out. “So I’m guessing you feel the same way?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yes, Nero, I like-like you. I don’t just go around kissing everyone I meet.”

“Well, you kissed Dante so many times,” he teased, a smile of his own causing the corner of his mouth to curl up. The gradeschool phrasing of her feelings for him made him chuckle under his breath. “But good, ‘cause now you’re stuck with me.” The ensuing kiss was one of those where neither of them could stop smiling, so it ended up with a lot of lip-to-tooth contact.

And it abruptly came to an end when Y/N had to jerk away so she didn’t yawn directly into Nero’s mouth which seemed to amuse the man greatly. 

“Okay, sleepyhead,” he chuckled. “Time for all humans to go to bed.”

“You need sleep, too, jackass,” she gambled.

“Just turn over so I can cuddle you.”

“Fine, but we’ve gotta talk about all this tomorrow.” She might have sounded grumpy about being told to go to bed, but she’d be damned if she didn’t enjoy how it felt when his arm wrapped around her to pull her back flush to his chest.

“Sleep, Y/N.”

[k-i-s-m-e-t]

Better Late Than Never

Fandom: 19 days Rating: Mature Status: Complete Warnings: None Pairing: TianShan Words: 3,889

Ok so this was supposed to be for Day 6 of the tianshanxmasevent but ya girl is not the best at deadlines. Imagine what kind of student I am 😂, any-who I hope you enjoy<3

Summary: Mo didn’t expect his morning commute to be this lively.

“I-can’t-be-late-again-I-can’t-be-late-again” Mo chanted feet pounding the pavement as he raced down the sidewalk, shoulder bag smacking against his side with each step, cold air he sucks in slicing his lungs to ribbons. Exertion made his legs burn, having sprinted the past couple blocks from his apartment but He.Had.To.Catch.This.Train! The express trains came about once an hour and stuck painfully to schedule. In approximately five minutes the next one would depart, with or without him. If he caught it, he’d arrive at work in about ten minutes, right at 9 AM. If he missed it well, his boss had been pretty clear that the next time he was late, not to bother showing up at all. “Fuck this job,” he’d thought at the time, ungrateful, but now he recalled just how good he had it. He took lunch when he chose to, the work wasn’t demanding, he generally liked his co-workers and his boss was flexible about time off when he needed it. Not to mention it paid pretty well for a desk job. One more block and finally he could see the station. I’m gonna make it!

Racing through the entranceway he maneuvered skillfully past fellow commuters, muscle memory guiding him to the correct terminal. Throwing out an arm he snagged the banister and used his momentum to whip himself around and down the stairs taking them three at a time. He cleared the last five with a leap, landing just as the train pulled onto the platform, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. Fishing out his day pass he smacked it on the sensor pad.. it beeped and he relaxed a fraction. Yes! He cheered internally, surging forward then promptly winded himself on the turnstile when it didn’t budge. “The fuck!” he spat stepping back confused. Slapped the pass down again and actually looked at the panel this time. Expired. His stomach plummeted because deep down he knew he’d grabbed the wrong one from the pile on his desk in his hurry. No. No-no-no-no-no. Not today, absolutely not. Thinking quickly he threw a glance at the security desk. The guard on duty was an older gentleman, he’d probably be slow Mo reasoned stealing himself. Besides there was a queue of passengers in front of the station anyways, he won’t notice. Seizing the opportunity Mo shifted his weight to his back leg, hands planted firmly, in one fluid motion he hoisted himself over the turnstile and made a break for the train. Almost immediately a shout rings out. “Hey!! Stop right there!”

Of course. The thudding of heavy steps fell in line behind him and they’re fast. Comfortable with his head start Mo looked back and.. Oh crap! There was another guard on duty, one that was huge and gaining ground quickly. He reached the train just as the doors were closing, slammed his open palm out making them bounce open, before they reconfigured and slid smoothly shut with a neat snick, nearly catching his bag. Doubled over, hands grasping on his knees he gasped, feeling like he’d never breathe normally again. Lifting his head he looked out the clear glass windows to the platform. The security guard peered into the train, their eyes connecting, he pointed two fingers at his eyes then out at Mo. Mo flinched, damn.. he’d have to catch the train at a different stop from now on. Either way he was going to keep his job and that’s what mattered he told himself as he made his way toward an empty seat, the train dinging, signaling it’s departure. It jerked forward suddenly taking off, the movement making him lose balance. Throwing out a hand he flailed, wildly reaching for the overhead handrails as he fell back, fingertips just grazing it. “Why me,” flashed briefly through his mind as he goes down ass first into someone’s lap. Apologies are already on his lips when a smooth voice speaks. “Do you fall for everyone or am I special?” the voice queried. Mo is ready to retort with a smart ass reply, but once this stranger and his eyes connect all higher brain function ceases and what comes out is sputtering. Sharp grey eyes set in a sinfully handsome face gaze down at him. Mo felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment. The owner of the voice shifted him, easily lifting and depositing Mo into the seat next to him. Smoothing his slacks, he re-crossed his legs, turning his attention to Mo, an arm slung on the back of his seat. “You know, it’s rude to make someone repeat themselves. I said, are you always this forward with strangers?” “What? Clearly that was an accident,” Mo grit out. He didn’t even bother to keep the annoyed tone out of his voice, despite being in the wrong. The man smirked “Whatever you say, but you can sit in my lap any day.” “Are you some kind of pervert?” Mo challenged. “No just an interested party. I couldn’t help seeing you outrun that guard. Bad boys intrigue me.” “That was… necessary. I couldn’t be late to work.” “And a hard worker! I’m impressed.” “Quit the bullshit.” Mo cut in, rolling his eyes. “So why were you late to work?” He said, voice teasing. “It’s none of your business.” “I’d like to make it my business,” he countered. “I don’t even know you.” “You could, my name is He Tian,” he extended a hand. Mo studied it for a second before offering his own. “Mo.” They rode in silence for a bit, but it was deafening. Mo was taking in all the minute features of He Tian: the bicep pressed to his was muscular, he could feel it even beneath the man’s suit jacket. Each sway of the train making them lean into each other. The shoe dangling off an argyle clad foot was clearly expensive, even Mo could tell by the style. They were subtle design but good taste -much nicer than his boaters, and simple cuffed jeans. He self-consciously tucked his feet beneath the seat. It was not his fault that they only had to dress semi-casual at his job. Eyes drifted along grey tailored slacks, up the man’s thigh to where a hand rested. There’s a ring but it’s snugly on his middle finger, Mo doesn’t want to understand why that revelation makes him feel slightly relieved. He Tian opened his jacket making Mo’s eyes snap up to his. He grinned, “Sorry you just seemed to like what you saw so I wanted to make sure you got the whole outfit.” Mo scowled, turned his head feigning nonchalance. “You dress nice, you a CEO or something.” “COO, Chief Operations Officer” He Tian corrected. “So, you’re some kind of big wig?” “The big wig would be my father, I just manage day to day operations of the company.” “I just manage operations of the company,” Mo mocked “Must be nice.” “Not as nice as you might think,” He Tian remarked softly. The tone drew Mo’s attention, made him really observe him. The man was young but the tell-tale signs of age were already upon him: slight bags under his eyes, a few gray hairs at his temple. Mo didn’t envy him after all. “Well Mo it’s been a pleasure being a part of your morning but,” the train dinged “this is my stop.” He made to stand, the shift making him lean in, eyes trained on Mo’s face drifting down to his lips. Mo’s lips part on a breath, he felt drawn in -could feel his body inching closer. He Tian eyes traveled back up locking with Mo’s. “Until next time?” He rose and pulled out his own day pass, scribbled quickly on the back before slipping it into Mo’s breast pocket. “I think you need this more than me. It’s been a pleasure, see you around.” ‘Yeah yeah’, Mo thought watching him go, retrieving the pass from his pocket he tossed it indifferently to the floor, sat back, looked away.. looked back at it. On second thought, he scooped it up, I need this. Mo arrived at work right on time, slunk to his desk hoping to immerse himself in as much work as possible to stave off the tingling between his legs. Squeezing his knees together he powered on his monitor, desk phone already ringing, fuck that arrogant prick.

On the train ride home he vehemently denied to himself that he looked for He Tian, mind still turning from that morning encounter. At the platform, he used the pass He Tian gave him to exit through the turnstile. Passing a trash bin he made to toss it, but paused when he noticed the writing on the back. “Call me ;).” Written loosely beneath some scribbled digits. ‘Like hell I will’ Mo thought, crumpled it savagely in his palm… then jammed that hand in his coat pocket. 

The first half of the week was spent not looking for He Tian, despite his eyes constantly combing the crowd to and from work. By Wednesday he was pissed because he was no longer in denial but where was that fucker? Not that he really cared or anything, it was just that the commute was boring and having someone to talk to was nice, or at least that was what he told himself.

By Friday he gave up, slumped in his seat, fingers in his coat pocket toying the frayed edge of the pass, the writing now smeared from the oil of his fingers. Sighing he dropped his head back to look out the window, watching the city, bathed in the setting sun slipping by. He’s downright brooding when someone sat next to him feet right up against his, way to close given the spacious seats. “Move your feet back you trash, I was sitting here first,” he fumed, lifting his head. “Yea but I’m sitting here now,” came the steady reply. He Tian. Mo’s head shot up like he’d been burned. “Wha-” “Didn’t think I’d see you again,” He Tian mused. “I guess you are always this moody.” Mo’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t recall asking for your chicken dick opinion.” “Chicken dick,” He Tian mimicked. “What are you a school boy?” “You’re one to talk with your shameless flirting. Don’t you have a wife and kids or something.” He Tian fixed him in a gaze. “What made you think I had any interest in you?” Mo sputtered, he felt hot down to his fingertips. “B-because you started talking to me!” He Tian chuckled, “It’s honestly too easy with you, like pulling pigtails.” He closed the gap between them, a hand falling at the crux of Mo’s thighs. “Of course, I’m interested in you.” Shoving his hand away Mo cast a frantic look around the train, but no one was paying them any attention. “You also didn’t call me,” He Tian continued, replacing his hand. “Why would I call you?” Mo demanded, closing his legs. “I enjoyed our conversation, so I left you my number. I wasn’t lying when I said you intrigued me.” “I don’t even know you,” Mo said through his teeth, crossing his arms. “Besides,” the train dinged “this is me.” Deep down he was disappointed, he’d been looking for He Tian all week and as soon as the man turned up again, obviously interested, he was pushing him away. This was exactly why he was single and probably would be forever, he was terrible at expressing himself, found navigating these situations successfully impossible. As the train slowed to a stop Mo tried to rise from his seat but an arm barred his way. “What are you doing?” He pushed at the arm. “I gotta go, this is my stop.” He Tian bent his arm, elbow knocking Mo back into his seat. “Not today it isn’t,” He Tian said, mouth splitting in a grin. Mo swallowed. Hard.

They got off a few stops later in downtown, nightlife already getting into full swing, fed by the metropolitan buildings that surrounded it. With so much activity Mo found himself slowing his pace to drink in the energy of the surrounding establishments. The sidewalks were packed with people slipping into and stumbling out of the bars and lounges that lined the street. Upbeat music played from speakers mounted outside chic restaurants, intermingled with laughter, shouting and pieced conversations, it’s exciting. He turned, blushing when he sees He Tian leaned up against a storefront watching him in amusement. “Where are we going anyway?” Mo sneered, striding up to He Tian trying to cover for his bright-eyed reaction. “Not far,” he responded politely, “I think you’ll like it.” It wasn’t far; a few more blocks found them in front of an impressive building, one Mo had to crane his neck back to see it’s full height. He allowed himself to be led sheepishly through the elegant lobby, feeling particularly out of place. This place was nice, too nice, more extravagant than any place he’d ever been. He could still leave, it would take He Tian at least a few seconds to notice his absence, but then they were at the elevator and the button had been pressed. They rode the elevator to the 16th floor in silence, a handsy couple in the far corner exuding more foreplay than Mo was comfortable with. He cleared his throat awkwardly, relieved when the doors opened. It was a short walk down the corridor, their steps led by the sound of chattering and music, coming from a chic lounge nestled into an upscale hotel. Inside it the lights were low, save for sweeping spotlights that glided over patrons, illuminating a face here a torso there. To their right was a long bar, absolutely packed. It’s entire back wall glowed, bathing everyone in the immediate area in purple light. Several people stood behind those seated hoping to catch the elusive eye of the bartenders, shouting their drink orders over heads and the upbeat music. The entire left side of the lounge was windows and Mo could just make out a flurry movement beyond them. It peaked his curiosity as he followed He Tian continuing on toward curtained double glass doors leading outside. Stepping out from behind the other man was like stepping into another world entirely. Mo inhaled sharply, playing it off on the sharpness of the sudden cold. A vast patio area spread out before them, its far ends wrapping around the corners of the building. A 180-degree view of city surrounded them. Mo exhaled, taking in the skyscrapers and bustling city, sun just on the cusp of the horizon, scattering the sky with deep blues and oranges. It was breathtaking. “Wow,” Mo murmured. He Tian looked toward him at that, face unreadable save for a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Uh, after you,” Mo gestured, taking another glance before hurrying after He Tian’s retreating back. Out here the air was electric as a thumping set started from the DJ booth, gearing up for the crowd. The group outside was young and vibrant, most clad in suits and blazers under coats clearly having just stepped out of the office for the day ready to kickoff the weekend. Woven within were a few already in club attire. Short, skin tight dresses layered over tights teeter around on stilettos. Casual shirts with the sleeves rolled, tucked into jeans, clearly here to pre-game for the enticing happy hour before heading out for sharper, if possible, digs. Towards the middle of the space were several couches with  another packed bar sitting behind it on the adjacent wall. He Tian made his way toward it, cutting an easy path through the masses clamoring for drinks. Mo walked in his wake watching the faces of men and women alike turn toward them and morph from irritation to admiration as He Tian bypassed them to the front. The attention of the bartender was caught with little effort, the man sliding up to take their orders. “I’ll have a mojito,” He Tian told him, turning to Mo face expectant. “Uh- rum and coke.” As they waited He Tian shifted his body towards him resting an arm on the bar, making the space more intimate. Mo’s first instinct was to take a step back because He Tian’s presence was overwhelming, but there was a barstool at his back. “What do you think of this place,” He Tian asked, eyes sweeping the area over Mo’s head. Mo cleared his throat. “It’s… nice.” He Tian chuckled. The bartender placed their drinks on the counter, a momentary interruption and He Tian slid him a card in return for the tab. They drifted away from the bar, hanging just off the seating area. Mo sipped at his rum and coke, just to do something with his mouth. The drink was stronger than he usually took it and halfway through he was pleasantly buzzed. “Huh,” he said, then jumped sloshing his drink a bit when he realized He Tian is right there watching him. “I asked if you were cold, we can go back inside if you like.” “I’m fine,” he mumbled into the glass “cold doesn’t really bother me, it’s actually pretty nice.” “I’m a little cold actually but I know what’ll warm me up,” he said placing his empty glass on a nearby table. The area in front of the DJ has gotten dense and he dragged Mo towards it. “Wait,” Mo sputtered, digging in his heels “I can’t dance!” “I’ll teach you,” He Tian’s called over his shoulder winking. Teach was a poor excuse for the reality of the situation as He Tian is pressed way too close to him to truly allow much movement. He swayed his hips in a simple motion that even Mo could keep up with but as the beats swelled and the crowd thickened providing a level of obscurity that was comfortable, Mo felt more confident, the two of them jumping with the crowd as a techno beat plays. By his third drink his hands were wandering, sliding beneath layers to ghost over smooth skin. They were welcomed as He Tian slid said hands up to cross around his neck, pulling him closer, gripping his waist. “I thought you couldn’t dance,” he whispered lips brushing over the curve of Mo’s ear making him shiver. “Did you think that line was smooth?” Mo returned, looking up at him, straight faced. It was He Tian’s turn to look flustered, cheeks lighting up in embarrassment. Mo let him scramble for a second, relished in success at finally turning the tables on him. “Too easy honestly,” he answered winking, loving the confidence of tipsy Mo, encouraging an extended stay. He Tian exhaled. “You know,” he said hands dropping lower “You’re not as uptight as you look.” “And you’re not that big of a prick.”

“So,” Mo said waving a hand for emphasis “let me get this straight. You tell people what to do and they just do it?” “That’s usually how it works,” He Tian laughed as he fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He stuck one in his mouth, thumbed his lighter sparking it. He raised an eyebrow at Mo, questioning. “It’s fine,” Mo answered. Tendrils of smoke curl in the silence between them, where they lean pressed against the balcony railing. Muted sounds of the city drifted up to them occasionally. “You don’t smoke?” He Tian asked between puffs breaking the silence. “Never tried.” “Mmm.” Taking a drag he turned, exhaling the smoke toward Mo with precision so it fanned out over his nose and mouth. Mo opened his mouth in protest, but only succeeded in sucking down a lungful. It burned, left him coughing like a rookie. Reaching for his drink, he chugged it, glaring daggers at He Tian as it soothed his throat. “What the hell?! Warn me first.” “Where’s the fun in that?” He Tian smiled, voice playful. They stared each other down, Mo’s lips parting as his tongue darted out to wet them, biting his bottom one when He Tian’s eyes followed the movement. “Do it again.” He Tian raised an eyebrow, but blew smoke directly into Mo’s willing mouth. He handled it better but it was still acrid and bitter, rough on his lungs. It was hard to see the appeal. “So..?” Shaking his head to clear the smoke, he stepped back, sucked greedily at the cold night air to counter the heat in his chest. “Nah, that shit’s gross.” “Try one more time, but like this-“ Looming into his space, he backed them both into the corner where the railing was cut into a vee. He gazed steadily at Mo, cheeks hallowed, chest filling to capacity. A hand grazed Mo’s cheek as his head is tipped up, mouth dropping open in surprise as cold lips brushed over his. The kiss was tentative at first, asking and Mo was eager, inviting because fuck finally. It was a give and take as much as it’s dizzying and intoxicating, He Tian playing him perfectly, guiding. It was like sparks lit where their mouths meet, flowing through his system setting synapses aflame. Mo relaxed into him and he delved deeper, tongue chasing as it curled over and around his, sucking the air from his lungs till it’s too much but he doesn’t want it to end. When they broke apart it was only because of the smoke, expelled in streams as Mo panted for breath. “Better?” He Tian got out, voice tight before Mo yanked him back down. It was fiercer this time hot and possessive, teeth clipping in a way that was juvenile and should be embarrassing but simply turned Mo on even more. Hands cupped his ass pulling their hips flush together, pushing out moans, body reacting before his mind can catch up -but the solid press of He Tian’s cock against him was clear proof he was not the only one affected. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you landed on my dick the other day.” “I told you that, was an accident” Mo countered nipping at his lips. “I wouldn’t mind a re-enactment,” He Tian shrugged. “Tch, you really are a pervert.” “Just me?” he countered, gesturing at Mo’s obvious arousal straining against his jeans. “…maybe you can help me out,” Mo said slowly. Was he really considering this? Wait was that even a question? “My apartment is not too far but no pressure. I enjoyed tonight even if it ends here. …I would like to see you again though.” He Tian looked nervous, it was laughable. All that confidence and power he radiated yet here he was acting as if he slipped Mo a note that said “Do you like me? Yes, No, Maybe.” Mo grimaced eyebrows raised. He reached beyond the man to fish inside his empty glass, and pulled out the sprig of mint. “Damn.” “W-what happened?” He Tian asked, slight waver in his voice. “Mistletoe.” Mo winked twirling the sprig between his fingers. He placed it on his tongue, eyes centered on that sharp curve of a mouth. He Tian’s lips were cold but soft, Mo took his time leaving chaste kisses before pushing further. Mint mixing with smooth smokiness as his tongue flicked out, tasting, hands reaching for purchase to tangle them in dark locks. “Call the cab.” Mo murmured.

If you’ve never had to run to catch public transportation before I envy you. Pro Tip: Leave early so you don’t have to be stressed. Also, I should take my own advice 😂

Well, th-th-th-that’s all folks! I really enjoyed this week celebrating one of my absolute fave OTP’s and thank you to everyone that read/gave feedback on my stuff, you’re all lovely people and I adore this fandom<3

Most importantly thank you to the amazing @fujoshi-gal who beta’d my works and had to be subjected to reading my stuff not just once but several times lol. You’re the real MVP and honestly I know I wouldn’t have written so much without all your encouragement and honest feedback. I never thought I’d enjoy checking my email so much either lmao. You notes and comments always brighten my day. If you ever need a beta hit her up, she is amazinggg. 

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Petname Babygirl II pt.1

yoongi x reader

genre: smut, dom!yoongi, sugardaddy!yoongi

word count: 7.3k

Sleeping with some random guy was one thing. But realizing that he is your boss was a disaster until he offers you something tempting you cannot reject.

You met him in a shabby bar where the music was too loud and the people too drunk. He sat on one of the stools in front of the counter, a glass cheap scotch circling in his big, veiny hand. He looked too out of the ordinary for you, how he peered around, smart, observing. And way too sober. Maybe it was his grey hair that stood out or the fact that he had stared at you far too long, stroking the bulge over his dark jeans and licking his lips.

Whatever the reason was, an hour later you lay panting underneath him as he mercilessly thrusts his dick into you.

“God, you are taking my dick so well, baby girl“, his voice was so low while his hands roamed around your stomach to your bouncing breasts. “Why are you so fucking tight, we fucked over twenty minutes already. At this rate I might come.”

Loud moans left your mouth, grabbing his shoulders for support. The last half an hour you had the best sex of your life. Not that he was absolutely big or that you had sex in an expensive hotel room – that was only the icing on top of the cake – but the man above you was so interesting as he made you come for the second time this evening. He was kind of shameless, but he did you so unbelievably good that your head felt dizzy. Never did a man treat you the way he did.

Suddenly he swirled your body around, holding your face down, pressing it into the white sheets beneath you. The long, bony fingers of his free hand covered all around your core, pulling your wetness in the height. He on the other hand, kneeled before your entrance, entering you in one go. Even though you had coition for some time now, a loud cry slipped of your lips whereas he sped up his pace again.

“I don’t get how are you closing so tight around me-”, he grunted, letting go of your hips as he smacked your ass a few times without soothing the spots afterwards. The places his hands fell on burned and you whimpered aloud to signal him to stop.

“I thought you were a tough little girl?”, his voice was heard sarcastically.

You rose up, bending your back at the next slap he caused on your red ass.

“I’m at my limit”, you cried out, hair stuck in your face while his solid grip remained in your hair.

Only then you felt his hand rubbing over your marked butt, never slowing down the speed of his movements. His breathing was heavy, sweat pooling on his forehead while watching your butt wiggle with every thrust of his hips into your hot folds.

Without warning he shot his cum on your delicious looking, red ass. You felt the hot liquid run down to your entrance. The man behind you grunted loudly at this sight. Before he loosened the grip of his fist, he spread the remaining cum around your ass, smiling proudly to himself.

“So slutty, baby girl”, he said, chuckling while you turned around to gaze at the man you just had sex with.

“Seems like you loved it”, you said sheepishly, straightening yourself into a sitting position.

A low, quiet laugh fell from his red lips. You looked him in his dark eyes, his grey hair standing in all directions after your pleasurable exertion. If you had not known it better you thought of him as cute, a complete opposite of his previous behaviour.

“Oh, I absolutely loved it”, he admitted before falling next to you, throwing the sheets over his body.

You bit down your bottom lip while you drew circles on his bare, pale chest, eyes locked with his. His stare wandered to your lips, sucking his own bottom lip between his teeth. The both of you took it as the same sign as he propped up on his elbows, leaning in to press his soft lips against yours. The time stood still as you deepened your kiss, playing slowly with each others tongue.

Just then you remembered something important.

“I’m kind of embarrassed, but what’s your name actually?”, you asked, eyes still closed.

The unknown man separated from you after giving you a final peck on your lips. You opened your eyes just to look straight into his fathomless dark oculars, hearing him say only one word.

“Yoongi.”

The weeks were a blur of job interviews, looking for a new apartment and stressful days at your past work. But there was light at the end of the tunnel as you applied to a job for a law firm and to your surprise you succeeded, so now you were on your way to your first day at your new job. You were extremely nervous while standing at the entrance of one of the biggest companies in the country. The last three days you wondered how you even got the job as you were freshly out of college, no actual work experience but happiness overweight the dark clouds in your head. A workers identity card came by post yesterday, so your entry turned out to be easy going. As you knew you were not the only new employee who got hired, you fortunately you met the other one in front of the employee’s elevator.

“Hey, I’m y/n”, you greeted the young woman who you met after your interview in the hallway of the company a few days ago.

A little taken aback the tall, blond woman shook her head smiling: “Ah, sorry, I’m Ana. It’s nice to meet you again.”

You smiled at her, waiting for the elevator to reach the first floor.

“I’m so nervous, y/n”, Ana said while nervously playing with the zipper of her bag.

You tried to sooth her by talking about random stuff she might be interested in. As you arrived at your destination on the 18th floor, Ana and you were already in a deep conversation about her college times, no sign of nervousness any more.

“Thank you, I literally died the last day as to what they expect from me and so on”, she admitted.

The same thoughts also clouded your brain. Were you capable to work for them? Could you satisfy the high standards of the employers? Would you be able to stabilize your relationship with your co-workers?

An older woman with dark hair expected the two of you, her old face crinkled with wrinkles as she smiled at you.

“Miss y/l/n, Miss Jung, it is a pleasure to have you on board. My name is Mrs. Rita”, her voice was a little hoarse while she took your hand in hers to shake it lightly. “Luckily you are punctual, our boss can be pretty inclement if his employees don’t follow his rules. Unfortunately he is on a business trip but will be back next week, then Mr. Kim will introduce you.”

Mrs. Rita showed you the workplace as it is on every floor of the company, introducing you to the other six employees who you could ask all the questions and problems if some occurred. It seemed to be a very clean but nice work place, white furniture and the newest electronic gadgets which regulated some important activities on the floor.

“The most important issue in our firm is to do your job reliable and precisely. A few mistakes may happen but do your best, ladies. The chairman is very strict if it comes to the work that has to get to our clients.”

Ana and you looked at each other. The boss of the company seemed to be a greatly stringent person who knew nothing but his firm. The woman next to you lead you to the corridor again where your guided tour started.

The old lady’s smile appeared on her face, before she began to speak: “Have you any questions, Miss Jung, Miss y/l/n?”

“Will this be the place where our desks are too or is it just the office for our contact persons?”, Ana asked, clearly confused about the last few minutes, “We applied for the job of one of the assistant managers, but it occurred to be not the division of our major.”

“Ah, no, it is not where you are working exactly. You applied for the position of one of the assistant managers, but at first you have to get to know our company, as to why we assigned you to the head of this department, Mr. Kim” She glanced at her watch, “I guess it’s time to meet him two floors above.”

On your way to the elevator you saw many employees running around, some talking to clients over the phone, some drinking coffee or typing at their computers. The atmosphere was laid-back, quite familiar between the co-workers.

The bell signalled your arrival at the assistant managers department, in which you met Kim Seokjin. He was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. His face could be described as worldwide handsome, big round brown eyes, plump pink lips to pale skin. He had a tall body with wide shoulders and wore a suit more expensive than the rent for your new apartment.

A bright smile was plastered on his pretty features while he grabbed two maps from his desk.

“Good morning, I’m Kim Seokjin, nice to meet you, Miss..Jung and Miss y/l/n”, his voice was laced with friendliness as he shook the hands of you two girls, “Did Mrs. Rita show you around a bit?”

The older woman began to speak before you had the chance to respond to him: “I did.”

Mr. Kim’s eyebrows shot up: “Thank you, Mrs. Rita, you may go now.”

The silence that followed was rather awkward but the older woman turned on her heels and made her way back to the elevators. She waved back at you three whereas the metal doors closed.

“Okay, Miss y/l/n, Miss Jung, I will show you your office and also Mr. Mins as he is not around this week. Your main job will include scheduling the clients’ meetings with Mr. Min, his business trips and if I am not present you have to compensate for my absence.”

The wide shouldered man showed Ana and you around until you arrived at two empty desks at the window of the floor. But to your surprise only four desks made the office of the assistant managers department even thought the room was bigger than the one you just visited with Mrs. Rita.

“The next week I am going to indicate the work you have to do. I hope you are ready to do your best, Miss Jung, Miss y/l/n.”

“Of course we are”, you stated smiling at the tall man, “That is why we are here, Mr. Kim.”

A satisfied expression contoured his face while he lead you to a special elevator on the other side of the room. His hand movement requested you to enter the mirrored booth. Astound you realized that the inside of the elevator let you see everything what was going on in the office even though the outside reflected the bureau. The way up to Mr. Min’s office, you marvelled at the paintings which were shown on the walls up your way to the next floor.

“It looks amazing, Mr. Kim”, you said amazed while sticking your hair behind your ears.

“Mr. Min has unordinary taste if it comes to the furnishing of the way up”, Mr. Kim giggled. “I guess Mrs. Rita talked a little harsh about the chairman, but don’t worry, he is a merciful man if it comes to his employees as long as you do your job properly.”

With that you stepped out onto a dark corridor, the blinds were still down but Mr. Kim pulled them up so the rising sun illuminated the room. In front of the two of you was a large counter, polished in sparkling black, flowers on top of it, a few magazines next to the counter on a little table. Two suede sofas lined around it for clients as well as a mini fridge. It looked more like a bar than a waiting room for expensive clients your law firm dealed with. The brilliant ligneous floor lead to a door in front of the waiting room, even more expensive, unique paintings on the walls.

“In here is the waiting room for Mr. Min’s clients. But more importantly is that you are always allowed to come up to his office if you have questions or need information for your work. Just don’t bother Mr. Min with unnecessary stuff, he is a busy man, ladies.”

Ana and you were amazed at the sight that appeared before your eyes as Mr. Kim opened the door to your boss’ office. Light struck through the huge windows which raised from the bottom to the high ceiling. Several shining wooden bookshelves bordered the white walls. On one shelf on the right side some pictures, trophies and flowers lined the top. The floor had the same colour as the waiting rooms, while his office felt more privately. It had the boss’ personal belongings which gave the bureau a special atmosphere. A huge wooden desk built the centre of the big room, a black chair behind it. Although you had the feeling that the bureau was kind of cozy you also had the image of an observing, sterile man in your head as you could not find any signs of disarray.

“Mr. Min spends the most of his time in here, except for meetings or if he does his daily patrol through the company”, his assistant explained, closing the door behind you as you went to the special elevator again. “Mostly he uses this mode of transportation but you as his employees have to take the official one on the right side.”

With that Ana and you were allowed to set up your own desks while Mr. Kim went to prepare for Mr. Mins return.

“Can you believe how extra the boss seems? I can’t wait to finally see a face to the rumours”, Ana said whispering while unpacking a few personal things on her desk.

You nodded frequently: “Me too, Ana.”

Your hands roamed over your new workplace. Finally you had a job after months of saving money to pay your rent. And you even got the job of your dreams! It was your lucky week, you thought. Hopefully your boss will be pleased with your future work.

A few days later Mr. Kim moved to your desks, wide shoulders clothed in an expensive suit like everyday. He had his usual smile on his plump pink lips as he gave you two clients files you had go through before giving it to Mr. Min.

You got to know that you had to prepare the papers that went straight to your boss. For now Mr. Kim took the preparatory work and analysed it as his chairman would do.

His eyes flew over your work, a satisfied nod signalling he was content with you.

“Good job, Miss y/l/n. You improved over the last days. Keep up like that and I might lose my job faster than I thought”, he laughed, his shoulders hitching up.

“Ah, you should not say this, Mr. Kim”, your voice was heard with a little giggle.

Ana who sat across from you winked before her gaze returned to the computer in front of her. Luckily you did a good job but Ana had her problems solving some cases why you had to help her on a daily basis. It caused for you to have overtime nearly everyday the last five days. The nights grew shorter and your body was already exhausted but you had to help her, your conscience told you so.

“I have another issue I wanted to announce to you, ladies”, Mr. Kim said, supporting his tall body with his hands as he leaned against your desk. “Mr. Min will be back on saturday. As his business trip was a success he decided to invite some of his employees to a special dinner at one of the exclusives restaurants in the city. You two are also invited and I give you the advice to appear well dressed. The dinner starts at seven.”

Perplexed you and Ana looked up at the handsome man who just invited you to a company dinner.

“We will definitely be there, Mr. Kim, thank you for the invitation”, you said an unsure smile on your lips.

“Nice, I will inform Mr. Min.”

His long legs started to move and as you could not see him any more you turned your attention towards Ana.

“I’m shook, y/n. What am I supposed to wear to such an occasion?”

Lastly you went shopping together, choosing matching outfits for the dinner where you finally would meet your rumoured boss. Your co-workers told tales about him, that he was a strict, arrogant, cynic person. Others said he was a compassionate, nice boss who took care of his employees well. The female employees even romanticized him, as he was only in his late twentieth and was a handsome guy with a nice body. All in all you were just nervous how he would evaluate your hard work.

Ana chose a tight rose dress that suited her light hair and tanned skin. She looked gorgeous with her quite expensive jewellery and the soft coat of hers. You on the other side wore a navy blue blouse with a black bell rock. You completed your outfit with black top pumps and a classy ponytail as you did not want to be overdressed while meeting the chairman for the first time.

Ana: let’s meet at 6:45

you: sure thing, I wait for you at the entrance

Punctually at six forty-five you stood near the entrance of the expensive restaurant at one of the most luxurious hotels in your city. You could hear quiet music filling the lobby while you waiting outside in the mild air of the dusk. It was late summer so the evening sky slowly turned a hue darker. Costly dressed people passed you, mostly men in suits with way younger women at their sides.

Five minutes elapsed until you saw a familiar face. He exited a black luxurious car, wearing a dark suit and a scarlet tie to his neatly styled grey hair. His eyes wandered around before he said something to his chauffeur.

Perplexed you made your way to your best one-night-stand you ever had, a disbelieving expression on your face.

“Yoongi?”, your voice asked, a smile slowly appearing on your lips.

The man turned his attention to you while recognition traced his pretty face. His pink lips turned upwards as he saw you stepping in on him, your eyes sparkling with excitement at this encounter.

“Long time no see. How have you been?”, his low voice said as his car was driven away.

“Everything’s fine. I have a company dinner tonight”, you said looking him in his dark brown eyes. “But what are you doing here?”

Yoongi’s expression was dipped in amusement for a short time before he just nodded. He considered his next words precisely.

“I have something to celebrate today, so maybe we can see each other some other time. I have to hurry up.”

You nodded approvingly about his request: “That would be..quite exciting.”

A knowing lopsided grin formed on Yoongi’s lips as he got the hint about the last time you met each other. Ah, if you would have known who he was, he thought, you wouldn’t have the courage to talk to him like this.

“See you, baby girl.”

Heat flushed your cheeks at this pet name: “I prefer ‘y/n’ outside the bedroom.”

Yoongi looked over his shoulder, his grin deepening at your rose cheeks.

“See you then, y/n.”

With that the man walked confidently towards the entry of the hotel where employees held the door open for him. What he had to celebrate, you wondered. It’s such an expensive place. But you did not really care as you were too excited to meet him after your night together. A tingling feeling crawled

to your core as you thought about the possible encounter the night might bring for you.

“Y/n!”, a female, familiar voice woke you from your perverted memories, “Sorry, I’m al little late but I had to take a last minute cab.”

“No problem, Ana. We have a few minutes left but let’s go inside.”

The tall, blond woman and you walked nervously through the entrance where Mr. Kim awaited you.

“Good evening, ladies. You both look amazing.”

Bright smiles shot towards Kim Seokjin.

“Thank you, you too, Mr. Kim”, Ana said, loosening the coat around her waist.

“We should go to the restaurant. Mr. Min and the rest arrived shortly”, he announced while your heart began to race at the thought of finally getting to know how your boss found your recent work.

The place was topped with luxurious furniture, golden paintings, delicious looking food and expensive dressed people. The atmosphere was quiet as the guests enjoyed their meals.

To your surprise was the table fitted for twelve people.

“Shouldn’t more people come?”, you asked Mr. Kim as he sat down next to you.

“No, normally we are only a handful, but as it is something we can celebrate, the invitation got to some private acquaintances as well.”

You nodded understanding. While waiting that the host would make his appearance several persons were introduced to Ana and you.

Exact to the second Mr. Min arrived. Eleven personas got up from their seats to greet the man you were so eager to meet. Until you saw him.

He had grey, neatly styled hair, a dark suit with a scarlet coloured tie. His dark eyes observing his invited guests. Never had it crossed your mind that he would appear. You thought it was a bad joke but Mr. Kim bowed to his chairman deeply before he moved his attention to you.

“Mr. Min, this is Miss Jung and to my right Miss y/l/n whom I told you about.”

“It is a pleasure to be able to meet so diligent working employees of mine”, Min Yoongi said, closing the distance to shake Ana’s hand before he took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly. “I heard much from Mr. Kim about you Miss y/l/n. Your work is excellent. I look forward to work with you.” The last sentence was accompanied with a light laugh as he squeezed his hand around yours  again.

“No the pleasure is mine”, your voice stuck in your throat as his hand lost touch with yours. In trance you sat back down as the other guests did, before your boss also previous lover raised his low voice.

“I want to thank you for coming and celebrating our new success. As you all know was it a hard way to accomplish the new contract, but we did it. Let us toast to our uprising company and to get to know our hard-working new recruits! Cheers”, Min Yoongi said while toasting. He held his glass up for a second before taking a sip of the expensive champagne. While he did that his gaze landed on you. How you sat there in pure disbelieve, wide eyed as you nipped at the burning liqiour.

He found it so amusing, meeting you, the girl he fucked a few weeks ago sitting as his new employee at a company dinner. Therefore he watched your steps. How you nervously smiled whenever someone talked to you. How you glanced every once in a while in his direction thinking that he would not notice. And how you bit down on your bottom lip, so concentrated thinking about something.

While the food arrived the conversation drifted to the big contract Mr. Min had signed on his business trip. Question flew his way you never even thought about. Other parts you did not know exactly what they were talking about. As you looked to the girl next to you, you could see that she had the same thoughts.

“I don’t even get what they are talking about”, the delicate woman evinced while she poked in her food.

A small giggle escaped you: “Thank god, I thought I was dumb, because I can’t follow anyone.”

Ana’s face lightened up a little. You saw how she relaxed a bit as you told her how the dinner was for you.

“Will you stay here or do you have to go abroad for the time the reciprocities will be exchanged?”, one of  two other female guests asked, a suggestive smile on her red, thin lips. The woman was in her mid thirties, red hair strictly coiffed into a bun.

Yoongi’s view lay on her for a second before he sighed. “I guess I have to go a second time in two weeks. It will be a short trip but it’s necessary, unfortunately.”

The woman nodded zealously, crossing her painted nails on the table. While the tableware was brought back to the kitchen, she raised her voice again.

“These trips are quite exhausting, aren’t they? Why don’t you take someone with you to decrease your work? I’m a woman who knows the business, so I would offer myself.”

You chocked on your drink as you heard the promising undertone of her offer. How could she announce it so frankly like that on a dinner with work related background? Vicarious embarrassment evolved in your bones, heat rushing to your own cheeks. Next to you, Mr. Kim as well as Ana stared at the woman in pure astonishment. Only Mr. Min seemed not to notice – he did not want to, you guessed – and smiled at her apologizing.

“I appreciate your offer, Linda, but exactly because of all the experience of yours it would only be advantageous for my company if inexperienced employees could accompany me”, he took another sip of the champagne, “They need to learn the basics at least and this is why I want to ask one of our two new guests if they do me the favour.”

With that all eyes were on you and Ana. Your hands got sweaty at the thought what opportunities you would have if you accompanied your boss – although you found him undoubtedly sexy and was not sure if it would stay on a professional level. The woman next to you gulped loudly, looking at you for help. Min Yoongi waited patiently for your answer, never letting his gaze wander off your face.

“If I’m offered this opportunity, I would like to accompany you on your business trip”, you said, looking straight into the eyes of the man who made your heart beat faster, emphasizing the word 'business’ to clear the fronts. “But if Miss Jung also wants to go, I would not mind yielding to her.”

“Thank you, Mr. Min, but I think I have to learn a lot more than Miss y/l/n before I am of use to you abroad”, Ana said, straightening her back while avoiding your boss’ eyes.

“I understand, Miss Jung”, Yoongi said nodding before a small, salacious smile played on his lips. “I’m looking forward to our first trip together, Miss y/l/n. You will learn different things from me on our business trip.” As you did before did he accentuate the word 'business’, clearly thinking about everything but work related things.

A knot formed in your lower stomach at the thought what might happen with him abroad, but as you were only his employee you did not want to overstep your boundaries. He was your superior, your boss, the head of your company. You, only a meek, disposable secretary of his. All the lewd things you two did that night should not happen a second time. Not after discovering his true nature. Even though the fire in your bones was still flickering, you were determined not to fuck him again.

The topic dropped and the tension you felt as his eyes burned into yours was gone. Whereas other themes were discussed, you had to go get some fresh air. Therefore you excused you before rushing out on the terrace of the hotel’s restaurant. The air was kind of cool as you made your way to a small bench where the music was not heard any more. Various thoughts clouded your head as you compensated the past conversation and the realisation who the mysterious, smart man was you found so utterly interesting.

You wanted to plan your next steps but was interrupted as you heard footsteps approaching you. It was who you thought it would be. Him. With relaxed steps, his beautiful hands in the pocket of his suit pants, he made his way closer to the bench you thought you found shelter on. You could not read the expression on his face but saw a lopsided, amused grin.

“Getting some fresh air, y/n?”

You avoided his gaze, looking at your hands, folding them on your lap. How were you supposed to address him? Formal, how it should be? Informal, just as he did? Lastly you went with the first way.

“Ah, yeah. But shouldn’t you stay by your guests, Mr. Min? I mean, it’s a company dinner, you should enjoy yourself.” While talking, you glanced at him, how he sat down next to you.

“Why so formal? You don’t need to speak to me like this right now”, his voice got lower as he spoke to you. “What’s even up with this.. conservative outfit?”

“What do you mean? I’m in no position to talk to you like this”, you defended yourself. “Also I wanted to look like a reliable employee not a whore.”

Yoongi chuckled at your response. On one side he understood why you wore such clothes but on the other hand did he want to see way more skin. After that night he tried to find you again, just for some quick fuck but unfortunately you were gone as he came back with fresh coffee for the two of you. As if sent by the gods a few weeks later your resume lay on his desk. Of course he did not hire you because of the past night but he was quite curious about you. That you had a good college degree was just the icing for him.

“I want to fuck you, y/n”, he blurted out without warning. “Seriously you satisfied me like nobody did for years.” Yoongi’s hands stroked his hair back, exhaling loudly.

His confession left you speechless. Did he not notice that you were in no position to sleep with your boss? Even as you thought about how wrong it would be, the knot in your core tightened. You felt how wet you were as he spoke this sentence.

“I can’t, Mr. Min. You are my boss and I have no right to sleep with you, again”, you shook your head until he grabbed your face with his strong hands.

“Fine, I am your boss, yes, but this doesn’t change a thing that my cock is hurting since you left that morning. And now move that sweet ass of yours and follow me for fuck’s sake!”

His actions were delicate but his voice spit fire. At his demand you stood up as fast as lighting. Yoongi rushed to a door you had not noticed and found out it was the workers exit. He took your hand in his, nearly running to the next free room he found. Unfortunately it was a storeroom, a small mini fridge in one corner, some cleaning buckets and brooms in the other. It was quite stuffed as it has mere five square meters.

Yoongi turned the key before he turned around to face you. The distance that separated you was closed as he pulled you into his chest. You could feel the prominent bulge that pressed in your stomach as his hands reached to cup your clothed ass. He gave it a strong squeeze while you peppered kisses on his neck.

“No kisses on the lips, baby girl. I don’t want anyone to see that I’m fucking you, understood?”

“Sure thing, same goes for me, Yoongi”, you said while unbuttoning the white shirt of his.

“'Mr. Min'”, he said, stopping to massage your ass to grab the hands of yours. “I like how it sounds coming from your lips, baby girl. And right now we have to hurry up, so undress your slip and get on your knees.”

His tone was demanding, not letting any objection through. How you missed this. He was rough in his actions as well as with his words and you loved every second of it. Your hands grabbed the hem of your lacy blue panties, slowly stepping out of it. Your juices coating them you handed him your underwear.

“Good girl, now on your knees. I have something big you need to take care of right now”, a small victoriously smirk played around his pink lips while he patted your head, pushing you down in front of him.

Your hands trembled while you fidgeted around, pressing your legs together to feel at least a little friction. The next minutes you had to cope with the wetness of your folds as little droplets flowed down your pressed thighs. His pulsating dick sprung free as you pulled his pants and boxers down. Some pre cum glistered on his tip to which you licked your lips suggestively. He looked so delicious how he stood in front of you, a hand in your ponytail, eyes narrowed and focused on your wet lips while pushing his cock dominantly and without a second warning in your mouth. A gag left your throat, his dick pushing forward over your wet muscle. Your hands hit his bare thighs to which he only grunted.

“Come on, be a big girl and take it”, his voice was gruff, filled with lust. “I know you can do it, baby girl.”

Your eyes found his and an encouraging smile appeared on his face. This little gesture made you move your head slowly around his aroused, hot dick. His solid grip in your hair let you barely bob your head so you loosened it with your hands until he crossed his arms over his chest. He seemed to like being in control but so did you – at least a little.

With a loud plop you let his dick out of your mouth to peck his tip. Your left hand moved to his shaft, stroking him in circling motion while the other one massaged his balls. The pecks evolved to kitten licks to which Yoongi began to whimper.

“Don’t tease, baby girl, we don’t have time.”

A frustrated snort escaped you before you opened your mouth and bobbed your head down his dick. Your hands remained where they were while you moved your head up and down his heated length. This moment all the thought about him being your boss, forgotten. Slurping sounds left your mouth as thin strings of saliva flowed down your chin. The man above you began to grunt with every bob of your head, quiet moans leaving his lips.

“You take it as well as your pussy does, baby girl”, Yoongi told you in a whisper, his eyes watching every movement of your head, “Just as I imagined. Why didn’t we do it that night? It feels amazing.”

His words let the heat in your core burn and you needed him earlier than you thought. But this man made your head spin without even trying. Small moans sent vibrations around his dick, speeding up your actions while looking Yoongi in his darkening eyes. Sweat started to pool on his forehead while you stroked him over and over again, playing with the soft skin of his dick with your wet tongue. You latched it around his tip in your mouth to which Yoongi leaned down to put his hands on your head, pulling you fully onto his length.

“I told you, no teasing. And now turn the fuck around”, he commanded, anger tracing his lustful hoarse voice, “Hands on that fridge and ass up.”

You did as he said, clutching tightly around the edges of the mini fridge and holding your exposed ass in the air. You inhaled deeply, waiting for him to push his hard dick in your pussy.

“Fuck; I don’t have a condom with me”, Yoongi moaned in frustration. He cursed himself. “Just stay like this.”

Panic flooded you as you thought he would fuck you without the use of protection but as you opened your mouth to protest at his idea, you felt his hands getting hold of your juices. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch and without notice you held your ass even higher, wanting more of it. You tried to see what he did behind you, but the meagre light of the storeroom’s lamp did not allow you.

“Not the ass!”, you said aloud but a low grunt answered you.

“Trust me, baby girl”, he just said before you heard the sound of his hand stroking his wet cock. Then you felt his hands on the sides of your legs, pressing them together. “Stay like this and press you thighs together.”

You obeyed and pressed your legs against each other, a loud moan falling from your lips at the upcoming friction this action caused. A moment later you sensed his dick centimetres under your wet folds, as he pushed himself into your pressed legs. His dick was unbelievably wet from you and you guessed his own saliva while he pushed it through the opening he created.

Low grunts and loud moans filled the small room as you both felt the needed flesh of the other. Wet sounds reached your ears as he moved himself in and out the gap of your thighs, holding them in place with his hands pressing them together. It was not exactly what you needed but his dick rubbed over your clit in this position so you felt quite tipsy from it, wanting to feel him even more.

“Look how slutty you get for me. Letting me fuck your thighs. Quite dirty, aren’t we?”, he teased, his breath heavy from his mercilessly thrusting.

Whimpers left your mouth while he sped up his pace. You felt that he was close as his grunts got louder, his movements sloppier and his breathing hitched.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Come here, on your knees again, fast”, his voice was shaking as he stepped away from your entrance. You on the other hand stumbled on your feet before sitting down into your previous position.

The sight was really arousing for you as you saw Yoongi in his expensive suit, head falling back while his hand stroked his red, wet dick in furious motion. He licked his lips a few times, holding back his loud moans as he felt his release coming. Your fingers shot up rolling his balls in your hands, sometimes a little harder to which Yoongi’s dick twitched in his hand.

“Come for me, Mr. Min. I will suck you dry”, you said kissing his lower stomach before he snapped his head forward, looking you in your pretty face.

“Open your mouth for me, baby girl”, Yoongi said out of breath. You saw his knuckles turning white as he fiercely jerked himself off. His brows were furrowed and while you position yourself over his cock, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to catch the first drops of his cum. White spurts landed in your mouth as he pushed his dick halfway into you. You swallowed hard, his hot semen flowing down your throat. Yours eyes were locked with his, seeing how intense his expression was. Yoongi’s dark eyes closed and opened up over and over again while the white liquid spit out of his pulsating dick. The lewd sounds and curses he made turned you on, as to why you straightened your back a little, holding the shaft of his dick and bobbing your head in slow motion up and down hollowing out your cheeks.

“Oh hell, you are too good to me”, Yoongi said with heavy breathing, caressing your top. “I promise to make you feel good next time.”

You sucked on his dick a few minutes with slurping sounds until he softened in your mouth. Now he was more than clean, every drop of his release inside you. You let got of him to stand up on your wobbling feet, quite dizzy from the actions.

“I’m going to keep you panties as remembrance”, he said while stuffing the soaked cloth in the pocket of his jacket.

At the same time Yoongi pulled his pants up, evening his shirt. You on the other side pulled your skirt down and tried combing your messy hair with your fingers. The glass of your phone you had in your bag next to you showed you that your lipstick was smudged around your mouth. Whereas you fixed it Yoongi watched you with dark eyes, his expression rather contemplative.

“We should hurry back”, you said as you saw that you were gone for twenty minutes already. “They will be so fucking suspicious of us, Yoongi!”

The man did not move one inch while you pulled on his sleeve.

“Y/n, I want to offer you something.”

Confusion traced your fucked out face as you stopped moving, letting his sleeve fall back. Silently you waited for him to speak again.

“It is glass clear that we shouldn’t tell anyone about this”, he began calmly. You nodded, fidgeting on your spot. “To tell you the truth, I’m tired looking for a decent woman to fuck me over the weekends. The job is my absolute centre and I don’t have time to deal with a girlfriend.”

“Yeah that’s okay, but why are you saying something this obvious now? I’m an adult and-”

“Hear me out, baby girl.”

You sat back down next to Ana, body stiffening as you saw that Yoongi already was involved in a conversation about work. What just happened after you both fucked in the storeroom was a blur. And your answer to his offer was even more confusing for you than the offer itself.

“Y/n? Are you alright? You look so pale”, Ana said, a worried expression on her pretty face.

You just nodded while smiling faintly at her.

In one way everything was more than alright. But as you locked eyes with your boss you felt your heart sinking to the bottom. Never had anyone offered you such a thing. And never did you agree on it either. Until today.

Min Yoongi had just offered you to be your sugar daddy, a way to deal with his stress by having sex with you. In return he would give you everything you wanted in the form of material complaisances.

And to the surprise of the both of you, you immediately agreed.