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skiller0dani · 4 years

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Little Miss Distraction | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

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You loved Tim’s Mom, you really did. She was sweet, and probably one of the kindest people you’ve ever met. But at this moment, you weren’t thinking about how kind his Mother was. You weren’t thinking about how delicious the food at this restaurant was. You were thinking about how goddamn good those necklaces looked on Timothee. You were thinking about him pushing those long fingers into you until you’re gushing all over the mattress. You were thinking about his big, throbbing cock he was currently hiding inside his jeans. You felt the dull aching between your thighs as you did your best to focus on whatever Nicole was talking about. Timmy smiled fondly at his Mother as she gushed about a Broadway musical she went to see. Watching his lips curl up into a smile you imagined his head between your thighs, his tongue toying with your clit. You feel a gush of wetness dampen your panties, this is not the place for this.

“Baby?” Tim asks as both him and Nicole’s eyes are on you. Shit. They must have said something to you but because you’re too busy drooling over Tim’s cock you have no clue what it was. You flushed under the attention, “sorry must have just spaced out.” You cover with a smile and while your lie was convincing enough for Nicole, Timothee eyed you. He noticed your flushed cheeks, and the way you squeezed your thighs together underneath the table. “How have things been at home without Timmy?” Nicole repeats her question with a smile on her face. You plaster a smile on your face as you subtly reach under the table to place a hand on Tim’s thigh. His jaw clenches slightly as his hand covers yours, he knows what you’re going to do next and he doesn’t feel like blowing his load while his Mother sat across from him.

“Yeah, I practically ache for him when he’s gone.” You tell her and she covers your hand on the table with hers. Nicole probably thinks you mean your heart aches when he’s gone, and while that’s true you also experience a much different aching in Timothee’s absence. Tim sucks a small breath in through his teeth at your words, feeling tingles shooting down towards his southern region. Nicole launches into a speech about how wonderful you are for sticking by Tim, while you inch your hand up his thigh- and closer to his beautiful cock. You nod along as Nicole continues to talk, and your fingers curl around his hardening cock through his jeans. Tim’s knee bumps the table as you squeeze him, “you alright Timmy?” His Mother asks and he raises his brows in a casual manner before clearing his throat. “Mm yeah I’m good.” He says and she eyes him for a moment before turning back to you.

You can see the pleading look in his eyes, but you’re not sure if he’s pleading you to keep going or to stop. You choose to believe he’s begging you to continue as you begin to rub him through his jeans. Tim’s hands fold together tightly on the table as he focuses his eyes straight ahead- doing his best to bite back a groan. “You know I’m sure you get lonely when Tim’s not around, must be hard to wander that house all by yourself.” Nicole comments and you grip him tighter, feeling his cock grow harder and harder against your hand. You nod, “yeah it’s really hard being there without him. I have to find various ways of occupying myself when he’s too far away.” You tell Nicole who nods along with your words, but Tim momentarily squeezes his eyes shut. You slowly unbutton his jeans and his entire body tenses, if he feels your hand on his cock he’s going to explode. “Tim honey you’re sweating. Are you feeling alright?” Nicole asks her son again. Tim nods as casually as he can, his heels digging into his chair. “Yeah yeah, just a little warm in here.” He breathes, and you have to bite back a giggle at how flushed his cheeks are.

“You look feverish.” She fusses, and Tim waves his hand as you slowly pull the zipper down and he knows you’re moments away from dipping your hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock. “I’m okay Mom really.” He insists and sure enough your hand wraps around his throbbing member, slowly pulling him out of his pants. Luckily the tablecloth conceals this to the other patrons, you doubt they’d enjoy seeing his cock as much as you would right now. You begin to slowly and teasingly stroke him, rubbing your thumb over the slit on the head. Tim begins to groan but covers it with a cough, his hand gripping the edge of the table tightly. Nicole dives into a conversation about some new cutlery Tim purchased her, praising how nice they are. You squeeze him lightly at the base and you see Timothee let you a strained breath.

The way your fingers are stroking him so gently is driving him crazy, all he can think about right now is removing those tight little jeans of yours and taking you right over this damn dinner table. When Nicole excuses herself to use the restroom, Tim is yanking your hand off of him. “You tryna make me come right at this table babygirl? Hm? You wanna see how long it takes before I make a mess?” Tim whispers hotly in your ear and you feel shivers run down your spine. You subtly rub your thighs together as Tim trails his hand up your outer thigh. “You wanna be punished when we get home baby? Is that it? You want me to punish you?” Timothee groans into your ear, casually leaning back in his chair when Nicole returns to the table. The throbbing between your legs is unbearable but you doubt Timmy will let you come anytime soon tonight, his punishments usually involve a lot of teasing. Checking her watch, Nicole bids you a goodnight and exits the restaurant, Tim already offered to pay the bill. He’s so sweet to his Mother, and for some sick reason it only makes you hotter for him.

Timothee grips your hand tightly as he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards the car. “You were a very bad girl.” He hums lowly as you near the car. You shiver in excitement, you love it when he gets like this, all controlling and dominating. Once you’re sat in the car Tim reaches into the middle console, digging around until he finds what he’s looking for. In his hand is a small vibrator, and your cheeks flush when you see it. “You want me to punish you hm? Then slide this in your little pussy and don’t come the whole way home.” Timothee orders, and you shakily take the vibrator from him. You unbutton your jeans and take the vibrator, pushing it into your soaking pussy. Tim holds the remote in his hands and turns it on to the lowest setting. Once the vibrator is nestled all the way inside you, Timmy reaches over and buttons your jeans before reversing out of the parking spot. You immediately throw your head back against the seat, whining softly as the vibrations run through you.

Timothee drives incredibly casually, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other holds the remote. He gives no indication of being turned on and if you didn’t see his cock throbbing through his jeans, you’d think he wasn’t affected by this at all. When the car rolls to a stop at a red light, Timmy turns the vibrator up all the way and you cry out. Your back is arching into nothing as the vibrations cause your underwear to rub at your swollen clit. You moan as your fingers grip the leather of the seat, “God Timmy, I’m sorry baby I’m sorry please let me come!” You beg but he hums with a smile on his face before turning the vibrator all the way back down. You release a frustrated cry as you continue to writhe in the seat. You know you asked for this, you know you deserve all his teasing but damn you just want to come. “Mm not home yet baby, can’t come yet.” Timmy hums, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face.

You gasp softly as he turns it up to the medium strength and you do your best to reach over for him. When your hand nears his arm he pulls away, “only good girls get what they want baby.” Timothee scolds and you groan, tears of sexual frustration prickling at your eyes. He turns into your neighborhood, and doesn’t go a single mile over the 25 mph speed limit. “You nearly made me come all over myself with your hands baby, there were people around. That’s not something a good girl does.” Timothee says, his voice low and commanding as he turns the vibrator back down. Your eyes are squeezed shut as tears roll down your cheeks, you attempt to grind your hips down against the seat but you still don’t receive the friction you crave. You’re stuck teetering on the edge, not getting enough to come but getting just enough so that the feeling never dies down. When Timothee shuts the car off in your garage, he turns the vibrator off.

You nearly burst into tears as he exits the car, and follow suit. Your arousal drips down your legs as you follow him inside. Once the door to the garage is shut and you’re both standing in the kitchen- you eye the remote in his hands. Timmy slowly places his keys on the hook, and slides his shoes off. He moves leisurely about the kitchen, knowing that you’re throbbing. “Baby please,” You moan desperately, finally drawing his attention. Timmy turns to you with an amused smile on his face, “doesn’t feel good does it babygirl? Being so close to coming, and then never being able to.” He takes slow steps towards you, his eyes dark and dominating as he burns holes through you with his heated gaze. “That’s what you did to me in the restaurant.” Tim says softly, his lips mere millimetres from your own. Tears are still building in your eyes, you need to come so bad. “Baby, I’m sorry I teased you. I’ll make you come however many times you want I promise, just please touch me.” You cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as the throbbing beings to ache more and more.

Tim hums with a smile on his face, “you’re damn right you’re gonna make me come. Now get on your knees for me babygirl.” He whispers in your ear and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, willing to do anything to get him to touch you. Your fingers shakily pop open the button of his jeans as he leans back against the counter, his hands gripping the edge. You yank his jeans and boxers down, revealing his beautiful cock as it slaps against his stomach. When it comes to pleasure, Timothee is the boss and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You take him in your mouth and he groans, his head falling back. You take him as far as you can, covering the rest of his hard cock with your hand. “God you fucking suck me off so good baby,” Tim groans, his hand winding in your hair. He pulls his bottom lip with his teeth as he uses his hand to push you down on him harder. Reaching his hand back to the counter, he switches the vibrator on and you whine, his cock still in your mouth.

You moan as you continue to slide your lips down his cock. The vibrations of you moaning against him releases a string of curses under his breath. Tim pushes your head so far down him that you gag, and saliva dribbles down your chin. You feel his hips jerking just as your own thighs begin to shake and just as he comes in your mouth, he switches the vibrator off- leaving you hanging again. You swallow every drop of his come as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks. “You look so good like this baby, on your knees in front of me and crying for my cock.” Timothee hums as he leans back against the counter, trying to catch his breath. Tim strokes a hand through your hair before yanking his jeans back up and walking past you. Your core is burning with need as you stand to helplessly follow him up the stairs like a lost puppy.

You follow him to your shared bedroom, the vibrator slipping out of your pussy due to how slick you are. You pull it out and toss it on the bed as Timmy strolls into the closet. “Timmy,” You cry in need, unable to stop the tears of frustration as they flow down your cheeks. “Hm?” He hums in response from inside the walk in closet. You rub your thighs together, strongly resisting the urge to reach down and touch yourself. You know if you do that without his permission he definitely won’t let you come tonight. “I’ve learned my lesson I promise, now please please make me come.” You sob, watching with teary eyes as he emerges from the closet in only his tight black boxer briefs. “You think you’ve learned your lesson baby?” He coos in a gently voice, reaching up to cup your cheek. You nod instantly, your hands reaching up to grab at his shoulders. “So when we’re out, and you get needy for my cock what are you gonna do hm?” He asks, his eyebrow cocked as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m gonna wait Timmy, I’ll wait until we get home.” You cry out desperately, and when you see the smile slide onto his face you nearly faint from relief. “That’s my good girl,” He growls before pushing you back on the bed. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, before ripping it up and over your head. Timothee releases the clasp of your bras and your sore nipples immediately spring free, and he smiles in delight. “You’re so ready for me baby.” He whispers before taking a nipple into his mouth. You cry out, happy to be getting some relief. Timmy takes your nipple in between his teeth before biting softly, and you reach up to grab at his hair. “M-more baby more,” You gasp and he obliges, kissing down your abdomen. Your entire body feels like it’s been set on fire as Timmy yanks your jeans down your legs and off your ankles. When he spreads your legs he sees the wet mess between your thighs and bites his lip, “you’re so wet baby. Did I tease you too much?” He asks playfully as you wriggle your hips towards his face.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs he presses a light kiss to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body. Just the simple action has you crying into the pillow and Timmy knows he’s got you right where he wants you. Suddenly he flattens his tongue over you, licking a long line from your entrance to your clit. You cry out again, feeling lightheaded as your fists squeeze the sheets tightly. Moans are spilling from your mouth and when he slides 2 digits into your slick opening, you know it won’t be long before you’re coming. “Please don’t stop baby please please.” You plead, the word ‘please’ rolling off your lips as he thrusts his fingers into you, his tongue toying at your clit. When Timmy nips at your clit and roughly thrusts his fingers into you, you explode around his fingers. Your body convulses, and you cry out loudly, this time tears of relief cascading down your cheeks. Timothee hovers over you, with a sweet smile on his face.

“Y-Your cock baby, give me your cock.” You plead again, that burning desire still slightly throbbing between your thighs. Timmy doesn’t need to be asked twice as he kicks his boxers off and presses his head into your lips. He drags his cock over your clit and you dig your nails into his back, “baby!” You cry out, having had enough of his teasing tonight. Tim chuckles darkly as he slams into you, a broken groan leaving his lips. He begins to fuck into you at an ungodly pace and you cling to him, moans and desperate cries leaving your lips. Tim’s lips find your neck and bite at the skin there as he continues to snap his hips into yours and every time his pelvis connects with yours, you’re seeing stars. “Baby please don’t stop!” You cry out, your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust into you. Tim feels you beginning to squeeze him tighter, and he moans deeply before reaching down to thumb your clit. “Fuck, come around me baby. Come around my cock.” He gasps, breathless and as soon as the words leave his mouth you’re coming again. White spots explode behind your eyes as you gush around him so hard you don’t even realize he’s emptying his load into you.

Your body shakes and trembles as Timmy gently fucks you through your orgasm, both of your bodies covered in a sheen layer of sweat. Your hands stay wrapped securely around his back as your heart races in your chest. You wince as he pulls out, already wishing to be filled by his cock again. “Don’t tease me.” Tim hums as he pulls you over to lay on his chest. You giggle as you press a kiss to his shoulder, “I’m going to tease you all the damn time if it means you’ll fuck me like that.” You retort and you can practically feel his eye roll.

“Baby you drive me crazy.” He groans before rolling over you again, and you know he means it- and you love it.

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mikah-writes · 4 years

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nsfw a-z with joel miller

I do hope you all enjoy! I worked very hard on this so please let me know in an ask or message if you’d want more of this stuff with Joel <3

Warnings: BDSM talk, various kinks and fetishes being mentioned, Daddy kink, NSFW!!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Joel is a very cuddly person after sex, despite his outwardly exterior. You can find him snuggling up to his partner while leaving delicate kisses along her neck as they settle into bed for the night. Expect lots of soft singing and humming as he reassures you that you are cherished and adored by him. Especially if you two have done a dirty talking scene. He will assure you that any names he called you in bed are strictly fantasy and roleplay and that he does not mean it in the slightest.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If he was honest, his favorite body part on himself is his biceps. He knows how much you adore his strength and loves to show it off in bed. His favorite part on you has to be a hard tie between your ass and your thighs. He loves how soft you are and isn’t afraid to cop a feel in and out of the bedroom if time allows it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Joel LOVES watching you swallow his cum. He can’t get enough of it. A second runner up is creampies. Watching his seed slowly leak out of your pussy is a dream come true for him. Another contender is cumming all over your ass and/or tits. Anywhere on your body that he can get his hands on he wants to mark with his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One dirty secret of Joel’s is that he is a lover of feet. It’s nothing too extreme and he isn’t the type to sniff socks or suck on toes however you will catch him rubbing and massaging your soles a bit more often and somehow holding onto your feet while your legs are over his shoulders. He’s a lover of pretty painted toes. Simple.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While his last married ended in shambles, he did pick up a thing or two on pleasing a woman. That experience has grown over the years with his small flings here and there with past girlfriends. So with you in the picture now, expect to have a very experienced Joel to guide you through all your secret kinks and fetishes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

For Joel it’s a hard tie between doggystyle and cowgirl. Missionary used to be his thing back when he was a horny teenager but Joel has some years under his belt and has figured out what works best for him and his partners. He loves the way he can grip your hips and plow into you in doggystyle but adores the change of pace cowgirl gives where he lets you set the speed when riding him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Joel is a mix of both. He can keep it together during an intense scene but if you start smiling and giggling at him (like you typically do), after a while he can’t keep it together and ends up breaking character by chuckling and asking “Darlin’, what’s so funny?”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Joel is a hairy man and doesn’t see the need to shave or trim below the belt. He does’t expect that from his partner either. Just as long as you two are having fun and enjoying the moment, that’s all he asks. Pubes have never been an issue in Joel’s eyes and he honestly takes pride in the bush he rocks. Plus, who can find a razor during the outbreak? Let’s be real.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Joel is pretty romantic if I am being honest. He loves kissing you and looking into your eyes as he slowly fucks you. He’s much more of an observer and likes to watch your faces of pleasure as he touches you. He gets pretty deep in his role of being your dominant and takes pride in being the only one who sees you so thoroughly fucked after a session with him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

While he won’t ever admit it to your face, he likes to jack off whenever he has the time to do so. Self pleasure is key. As naughty as this may be, he’s jacked it to the thought of you many times and even did it in the same room as you when you were sleeping. Before the outbreak, he loved taking his time jacking off and enjoying that post orgasm high. Now, quick and fast strokes are whats best to get him off and to stay alert. He doesn’t bask in the bliss anymore and tries to clean up as fast as he can.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Joel is an advocate of titjobs. While he is an ass man, something about sliding his cock in between a nice pair of breasts never fails to get him going. He loves pinching your nipples and loves to give your breasts a nice squeeze while he’s fucking them. He is a fan of bigger breasts but if you have a smaller chest, he will still love you the same!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Before (and even now) he has always appreciated a soft bed to pin you down and roughly fuck you in. Now that the outbreak is here, he loves to take you in semi-public places. Up against a table in the lookout or pushed upon the wall in a back alley somewhere in the city. Nothing will stop him from pounding into you if he has some privacy and the time to do so.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Simple answer: you. He cherishes the time he spends with you whether it be in public or private. But something about your scent drives you wild. You smell so feminine and it drives something primal inside him to just take you right then and there. It’s why he loves to kiss alongside your neck and leave hickies there. He gets to smell you better and mark up his woman. Two birds with one stone.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Joel isn’t the kinkiest person alive. While he loves choking, spanking, hair pulling, and biting, one thing he doesn’t want to partake in is bodily fluids. Saliva is fine for him (given he’s thought of spitting on your face and in your mouth on multiple occasions) but urine and feces? Nope. Joel loves to stay clean and those two things are the total opposite of what he wants. Plus urine and feces is a constant reminder of how bad the world has gone to shit (literally) and he doesn’t want to be reminded of that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Joel LOVES to give oral. While he definitely doesn’t mind receiving a blowjob, something about the way his tongue feels inside of you makes it so addicting to him. He adores the taste of your pussy and honestly cannot get enough of it. The best feeling ever is having you wrap your legs around his neck while he goes to town on your clit.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Joel likes to switch it up every now and then. When it’s fast, his pace is brutal. His harsh deep thrusts are hard enough to leave slight bruising on your thighs. When it’s slow, expect soft and deep strokes that make you whimper until you cry. Either way, his main goal is to make you cum so hard you forget your name.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As much as Joel likes quickies, he’s a fan of proper sex. Quickies get you off but proper sex is irreplaceable. The sounds. The intensity. The love. The cute faces you make when he hits that spot. He cannot get enough of you. Quickies can’t give him the same satisfaction that real sex gives.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Joel has always been a risk taker. He loves to experiment during sex and what he can do better to pleasure you more. He’s an experimentalist at heart. Semi-public sex is very arousing to him and the riskier it is, the more it gets him off. However, he is NOT one to be easily caught though the possibility of being caught is what gets him going.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Being a seasoned man in the sex department, expect to go around for at least an hour. Joel is all about the foreplay and the acts leading up to sex just as much as the actual act of sex itself. He can go for two rounds before having to hit the hay. However, given that he is getting older, his stamina will decline slightly though not by much.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys but doesn’t mind if his partner owns any. He’d honestly be surprised if you had any given the circumstances. He would use his partner’s toys on her as foreplay but will toss them aside once he’s actually ready to begin.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Joel is the KING of teasing!!! You’ve got to prove to him how much you wish to cum. He will edge you until you’re a drooling babbling mess. He will get you right there and then deny you and chuckle in your face about it.

“Oh you wanna cum? Beg for it then darlin’”.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn’t get too loud during sex at all. Joel is more of a grunter than a moaner. When you’re gripping him in all the right ways. expect a curse or two to slip out.

“Fuck babygirl! You’re so wet for me. I love making a mess out of you.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Joel is a lover of degradation. He adores dirty talk and the filthier it is the better. He knows how it makes you so wet hearing his deep voice call you names.

“Does my filthy little whore want more of Daddy’s cock? Beg for it slut.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Joel, to put it in words, is hung like a horse and he is proud of it too! Eight inches in length and he is very girthy. Expect to be stretched to the max with him. He knows how his cock is drool worthy and loves whenever you get on your knees and start to tease him.

“Let’s see what that mouth of yours can do darlin’”.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Joel has always had a moderate sex drive. It was pretty high during his first marriage but after the divorce and his ex wife leaving him and Sarah, it decreased severely. Now it’s starting to pick up again after beginning a relationship with you. He now has the urge to masturbate again and wants to be closer to you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Joel falls asleep pretty quickly after sex. He will get up to bring you a towel to wipe off any sweat but after he climbs back into bed, he is out like a light! No waking this sleeping bear unless you want to be punished for it (which could lead to a session of spanking and fyi being spanked by Joel ain’t that fun given his strength but hey maybe pain is your thing!)

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mcfreakin-bxtch · 4 years

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Just the Beginning (Agent Whiskey x Reader)

So uh ... this came out way longer than I expected.

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, A teenie bit of phone sex but barely, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, Oral (f), Cockwarming, Fluff

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Here we go kids, my first Whiskey fic. I am slowly but surely getting through Pedro Pascal’s characters.

Masterlist // Pedro Pascal Masterlist

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Whiskey stares at the family in front of him. They’re not too far from him, but far enough to where he can only hear the giggles of the children as they run around the pretty flowers. It gets him thinking about the unjustly loss of his wife and unborn child.

It also gets him thinking of you. He knows you’re sitting at home right now, waiting for him to come back. Luckily for you and him, he’s only a few minutes away from your shared apartment, stopping by one of your favorite flower shops after finishing up some paperwork at the office. He’s early, so you don’t know he’s so close to being in your arms again, and he plans on making his surprise as sweet as it can get.

He hears the kids again as the family is walking out of the shop, and he smiles softly to himself. And again, he thinks about you. How happy the two of you are, fresh three years into your relationship, one of which as a happily married couple.

And now he can’t help but think in this small, minuscule moment, that the timing is right. This is it.

It’s been bothering him for a while now, the idea of starting a family with you. He knows that you want kids as well, but you’ve been nothing but understanding and patient with him and there are days he can’t help but feel guilty; like he’s doing nothing but holding you back and you’re letting him because you love him.

But Jack loves and trusts you enough to give it a second shot. He’d leave the Statesmen completely, save up and buy a nice home in a nice neighborhood, and do everything he can to keep his family safe, because yeah, the first time was in no means his fault, but he’ll be damned if he’ll ever let anything like that happen again. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself at another close loss.

Life is too short, he thinks as his body moves before his mind can catch up with it, and next thing he knows he’s got his phone pressed to his ear, dial tone ringing as he impatiently waits, walking back to his car.

Meanwhile you groan in frustration, staring at your phone, willing for his contact picture to pop up on the screen.

Whiskey has been gone for a full month now and you miss him terribly. At night, you lay on his side of the bed, falling asleep with one of his shirts on and inhaling the scent of the shampoo he uses on his pillow; it’s spicy and fresh, just how he likes it.

It’s harder to wake up in the mornings, cold and alone without the presence of your husband. Without the soft touches on your back and the pressing kisses on your face, the giggle fits that follow through.

It’s even harder when you want nothing more than for him to pound you deep into your mattress, fucking you so hard you can barely walk the next day. Those are the nights you’re so desperate to hear his voice, to have him guide you to your orgasm, but most times you’re not so lucky and can’t even receive a text from him until the next day or so.

But what’s really the worst part of it all is the doctor's appointment just a few weeks ago. You wished Jack was with you when she confirmed your suspicions: you’re pregnant.

You paced back and forth in your bedroom that day, straight after the appointment. You picked at your bottom lip as you did, bouncing in your steps and starting to become dizzy.

But you weren’t panicking, far from it actually. You were excited.

You and Jack hadn’t discussed having a family of your own, not to the fullest extent at least. Little lingering looks at the sight of baby clothes when you went shopping and comments here and there, but you never actually sat down and talked about having kids. You knew of his past with the loss of his previous wife and child, the revenge, all of it. And you were nothing but patient and understanding with him, because you were so fucking proud of how far he’d come to the man he was today, and nothing can take that away from him.

So no, it wasn’t planned by all means, but there was no doubt in your mind that he’d do anything for you and your child, no matter what. And you could just imagine the ecstatic smile that’d stretch his lips as soon you’d tell him the news, the happiest scream he’d ever let out echoing through the apartment, and swept off your feet in a tight hug.

You just really need him right now.

Suddenly your phone buzzes and you jump, placing a hand over your heart and sighing in relief when you see it’s just your phone. The shock continues when you see it’s Jack calling you, and you press the answer button without a second thought, a ‘hey’ barely reaching your lips when he says,

“You ever think about it?”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, still catching your breath from your little scare.

“About what?” You ask before he can ask what’s wrong.

He falters, but only for a moment. “Starting a family.”

You freeze, sucking in a breath as you start to smile.

But he takes your short silence as rejection (and you don’t know how he could fucking think that).

“F-forget it. We’ll talk later if you want, I’m - “

“I’m pregnant.”

There’s nothing but silence on the other line - sans the cars and people you hear in the background - and you hold your breath.

Then your heart leaps as you hear his elated gasp through the speaker. You can imagine his perfect face right now, mouth agape and eyes wide as he replays your words in his head.

“R-really baby? You’re really pregnant?” He asks, voice low and soft as he sets the bonque of colorful flowers in the passenger side of his car, sitting in the driver's seat and grinning; he probably looks a little odd to the bystanders, but screw ‘em.

“Yeah,” you say through a breathless laugh, grinning just as widely. “Yeah, you’re gonna be a daddy.”

He laughs with you, and you feel the burn of fresh tears in the back of your eyes, but they don’t fall quite yet.

“I’ll be damned sugar,” he drawls. “We did it.”

“We did,” you beam. “And now you just need to get your cowboy ass home.”

He chuckles and fuck this moment is so perfect and you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

“I’m just a few minutes away honey,” he starts to lower his voice as he continues. “And when I walk through that door, we’re gonna celebrate. Think you’re ready for me baby?”

The question is retorical, because of course you’re fucking ready for him.

A pool of arousal hits you like a ton of bricks, delightfully shivering you to the core. You bite down on your lip, squirming on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah daddy?” You coo sweetly, just how you know he likes it. “How are we going to do that, huh?”

“Naked, that’s definitely step one.” He says without skipping a beat.

You laugh, but the heat in your lower stomach grows and your thighs rub together on instinct.

“And then?” You continue.

You know he’s probably driving to your apartment right now while still on the phone with you and you’ll most likely berate him for it later - but the words tumble out of you without any prehemps.

“I play with that beautiful little pussy,” he growls. “I’m gonna lick that cunt like it’s my last meal, babygirl. Fill you up with more of my cum.”

You moan, closing your eyes at his deliciously wicked words. Your hips move on their own, moving slightly upwards as you imagine his tongue piercing your drenched core.

“Hurry daddy,” you whine.

“Don’t start without me.” Is all he says before the line goes dead.

You carelessly throw your phone back on your nightstand, your body tingling with excitement.

You know you should wait for him, like he had told you to. But fuck it’s been too long without him, without that sweet touch of relief.

Shimming your shorts and panties down your legs, you sigh softly as you feel a cool air hit your pussy. You throw your shirt over your head before laying back against the soft, plush pillows, knowing Jack will be home any second now.

Ghosting your hand over your chest, feeling goosebumps litter your skin, you palm your breast in one hand as the other continues their journey down. You will yourself to keep your legs spread open despite the increasing pulse between them that screams for any type of friction.

You close your eyes as you dip a finger into your juices, imagining it’s Jack’s finger, and slide up to your clit, giving the bundle of nerves a teasing rub.

A whine tears from your throat as you pinch your nipple and continue your ministrations on your clit. You dip your finger back down and slowly press yourself inside, curling a finger and runting in the heel of your hand.

It’s not the same as Jack’s, and you’re having a little trouble finding that sweet spot inside you that he never fails to reach, but it’s been too long without him and the giddiness of what’s to come is so overwhelming.

“Jack,” you breathe as you add another finger.

“Thought I told you not to start without me.”

You’re not surprised that you didn’t hear him come in. It’s a habit of his, one that used to scare you silly. Now, you send him a coy smile as you slow your pumps, giving him the perfect view of your stuffed pussy.

“Sorry baby,” you apologize. “I just missed you.”

You’re happy to see no visible marks on him. He’s a bit more tan than when he left, but he’s otherwise the same as before and you sigh in relief.

“Oh I missed you too.”

You take him in as he drinks you up, watching your every move. You beam when you notice the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“They’re beautiful!” You exclaim.

Jack smirks, setting the flowers down on your dresser and beginning to shed his jacket.

“I come in here, planning on awarding you for such a blessing as this, and I find you already beating me to it.”

You lick your lips as he walks closer to the bed, a noticeable tent forming in his pants. You go to pull your fingers out in favor of his cock but he tsks at you when he sees what you’re about to do.

“Daddy didn’t say stop sugar,” he says, all liquid honey.

You groan and reluctantly continue, curling your fingers and moving them in and out faster.

He sheds the rest of his clothes off except for his boxers, and you want nothing more than to feel his body against yours, to run your fingers through his perfectly kept locks and feel the slip of his lips against yours.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you sigh. “I want your big cock in me, want you to fuck me real good. Please?”

He hums but doesn’t say anything as he sits on the edge of the bed, right in front of your open legs. He caresses your calf, squeezing when he sees your pussy clench around your fingers.

“I’m so proud of you,” he starts to murmur. You’re not sure if it’s something you’re meant to hear in this - a little rather awkward when you fucking masturbating in front of him, but he’s so sincere and shit you love him so much - moment, but it’s making your heart flutter.

“You’ve given me a gift I’ll never be able to repay,” he continues. “And fuck baby you’re going to be such a good mom.”

You feel the coil deep in your belly start to tighten, and you arch your back slightly when you start to feel your impending orgasm creep down your spine.

Jack moves until his head is leaning against your thigh, pushing your legs wider apart while he kisses the supple flesh; the burn of his mustache is a burn you welcome eagerly and causes your drenched cunt to flutter harder.

“I want you to come on your fingers,” he commands. “Do it baby. Do it for daddy.”

You moan louder and your hips leave the mattress before he pushes you back down, nipping at your thigh. He's so close to you that you feel his heavy, hot breaths against your hand as you work yourself closer and closer to your orgasm.

It takes three more pumps of your fingers and more of Jack’s encouragement and you’re cumming hard, a silent cry on your lips and back bowed as your body convulses.

“Good girl.”

The endearment only adds to your post-orgasmic high, and your body still twitches as you’re panting, leaving your fingers inside of you.

Your ears ring a little as you start to come down. You feel Jack nudge at your hand, helping you pull your fingers out. You groan softly at the loss and watch with lidded eyes as he sticks the fingers in his mouth, sucking away your cum. It makes your breathing pick back up slightly, and your hungry core flutter again in want.

He finally slips his boxers down his legs, kicking them away like they are garbage. His rather impressive girth slaps against his abdomen, a bead of precum leaking from the tip. His pupils are black with need and he slithers between your legs like your fucking treasure, gazing at you with nothing but pure adoration.

“Hi’a,” he says with a goofy grin.

You giggle because it’s so fucking adorable, and it’s high pitched to your ears - probably too high - but who really gives a fuck at this point. He joins you, placing his forehead against yours, lips just inches away from your open one; you can taste mint as his breath mixes with yours, and you smile.

You take his face between your hands and bring him down for a rough but passionate kiss, clashing teeth that you know will sting a little after but you don’t find it in yourself to care when you taste him on your lips again, and his tongue is tracing over your bottom lip and you let him in; your tongue dances languidly with his, and you whimper when he moans into the kiss, grinding his painfully hard erection against the planes of your stomach.

Running your hands through his hair, you bring him impossibly closer to you as the kiss becomes borderline filthy, and you can’t keep your hips still as they slide up into his, spreading your slick juices along his cock.

He pulls back from the kiss, pressing a quick, sloppy one on the tip of your nose before trailing them down your neck. His tongue swipes just below your ear and he sinks his teeth around the spot, sucking. You let out a small cry and arch into him, digging your nails into the back of his neck.

His hand slides down the slopes of your body, squeezing every bit of flesh he touches. Once he gets to your ass he gives you a light slap, earning a cry from you as you jump in his arms. He palms the red flesh, bringing his head from your neck to give you one more kiss before descending down to your breasts.

“I love these gorgeous tits,” he groans, his breath hovering just above your erect nipples. It elects more delectable shivers from you as you agonizingly wait for him to put his mouth back on you.

“And soon they’re going to be plump and full for our little one.”

He all but growls this before slanting his mouth over your breast, teeth lightly nipping at your nipple as he palms and toys with the other. You shut your eyes as you groan softly, your slickness dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck Jack,” you moan. “I fucking love that mouth.”

You feel his chuckle vibrate through you as he continues to suck and nip at your chest. It’s not long before he’s alternating to the other, giving it the same amount of attention.

But you’re impatient and too fucking horny to finish this foreplay, so you plant both hands of his shoulders and give him a little push. It takes him a second to latch off your breast, but when he does he stares darkly at you; all thoughts evaporate with just that single look and it makes your legs clamp around his waist.

“I need you,” you finally say. “Right now. Can make it up to me later.”

You expect him to give you that stupid little smirk he adornes as his signature and crack a corny joke, just because you laugh and give him that pointed look, before complying.

Instead, he crawls further down the bed until his face is lined right back in front of your cunt.

“I said I was gonna lick this perfect beauty,” he murmurs huskily. “Give this pussy the attention it needs.”

You want to argue with him and tell him you have all night to explore each other’s body more thoroughly, but any word that wants to escape is stuck in your throat, mind blank as you watch him grab your legs and sling them over his shoulders.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue before I show my proper thanks to this perfect pussy for keeping my cum.”

Jack has never spoken like this before. Sure, there was a lot of dirty talk during sex, but this? It was all new territory and fuck was it turning you on more and more.

He kisses the inside of your right thigh, licking and nipping at the molds. Your panting now, waiting, watching.

He moves on to the left, and you think now he’s just doing this to tease you more than anything. You’re about to make a smart ass reply when Jack delves right into your aching cunt, sliding his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your bud; all the while staring right at you, his gaze intense and burning as he makes sure you’re looking right back at him.

“S-shit!” You exclaim, hips bucking under his strong forearm.

You feel his smirk against your heat and it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head when he slithers his tongue in and out of your quivering cunt.

Your hands find their way into his hair, pushing his face into your heat. He hums in approval when you give them a tug.

He kisses your hot cunt like it’s the most delicate thing in this universe. Each kiss is sloppy and harder than the last and he nips his teeth against your slit.

“You’re so perfect darling. So good for me.”

Your moans increase in volume when he reattaches his lips to your clit, giving it a particularly hard suck that has your toes curling and legs shaking.

“Jack Jack, Jaaack.” You find yourself whimpering as the fire grows hotter between your legs, muscles clenching as you feel another orgasm take place.

He hums, shaking his head a little as his tongue continues to squirm in oh all the right places that he knows has you puddy in his arms.

“Cum on daddy’s tongue baby,” he grunts, just inches away from your clit. “Give it to me.”

His tongue delves back and fuck he’s twirling faster than before and just a few sucks…

“Oh - oh fuck daddy I’m c-cumming!”

His muscles strain to keep your hips down as he keeps working you through your second climax. There’s nothing but a pitched moan escaping you as the fire within you starts a crescendo, up and down, until you’re finally sighing and your body is relaxing back down on the bed.

You don’t register his soft kisses at first, travelling up until he’s laying over top of you again, stealing - literally, as you’re trying to catch your breath - the air from you as he slants his lips on yours, humming into the kiss when you whine in the back of your throat; you can still taste yourself on him and the taste - thanks to him - isn’t odd to you anymore.

You twist your head to the side to breathe, groaning when he kisses the pulse beat on your neck.

“Got one more for daddy?”

You giggle breathlessly and kiss him in response, biting down teasingly on the curve of his plump lip, pulling back.

Jack rubs your stomach as he leans down on his forearm, admiring you. He doesn’t waver his stares from yours, and you swear you see the twinkle of a tear in his eyes.

“You’re going to look fucking incredible with my baby in you.”

It’s all the warning you get before he starts his slow plunge into you, moaning softly with you as he drags his thick cock through your hungry folds until he’s buried to the hilt.

Yours fingers can never do you any justice after feeling so full of him. Nothing could. His chest is pressed right against yours, barely an inch of skin not touched by his; it’s the most wonderful source of warmth you don’t ever want to let go.

He gives you a few short pecks on the lips before he pulls back - unbearably slow and excruciating, despite how nice and beautiful it is - stopping when the head of his cock is just outside your entrance and sliding back in at the same, languid pace.

You wrap one arm around his shoulders, palming his back and feeling the muscles beneath it stretch and coil with every thrust, and run the other through his hair as you did before; the occasional scratch of your nails against his scalp earns you a low grunt from the Agent.

His forehead is pressed against yours and you do your best to keep your eyes open for him.

“I love you,” you say.

He smiles and you gasp when he pushes his hips down and grinds them juuuuuust right, making your oversensitive pussy clench around him.

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

You don’t doubt that. But you don’t have time to dwell on it now; you’re even surprised you can still speak coherently.

His pace suddenly picks up, the lewd sounds of his dick pounding into your abused cunt echoing across the apartment. It has your heart doing flips at the obscenity of it.

Jack groans when your hips lift up as he comes down, pushing himself deeper into your core.

“F-sh - fuck darling, you’re so tight, s-so warm for me,” he stutters, burying his face in your neck and pressing his cheek hard against yours.

“A - all for you daddy,” you coo.

He growls, planting his hands on your lower back and lifting you up until your lower half is practically sitting in his lap.

His head whips up, taking the rest of his upper half with him and towering over you, gripping your hips and impaling you faster on his cock; it’s not as hard as he’d usually be with you, and you think he’s already afraid of hurting the baby.

“I can’t wait to see those marks on your stomach,” he moans, palming your belly as he says so. “Proof of giving life to our child - Shit babygirl you get me so fucking hard.”

Your mouth is wide open and you’re sure what you’re feeling on the corner of your mouth is drool, but all you can think about is your husband’s new kink and how his hips piston even faster the more he talks about it.

“Oh!”

It comes close to a scream when he hits your g-spot, and you hear him chuckle weakly. He shifts his hips until he’s repeatedly hitting it.

Every nerve in your body is wired, swimming with the pain and pleasure of his hips snapping into yours; the feel of his veins along his dick, scratching against your velvety walls.

“D-daddy,” you whimper. “Want to cum, want to feel your cum in me, sir, please.”

Jack lets out a noise you can only describe as a mix between a snarl and a sigh after you beg him; you grin at the effect you still have on him.

But fuck, what he has on you? With the way he looks right now, on edge and wild; eyes pitch black, lips curled back, hair sticking out in different directions, and the tension in his lower abdomen as you feel him twitch inside you; every time you see his muscles move powerfully it makes your heart skip and flop and It’s nothing short of beauty and dirty that has you your pussy fluttering hard around him.

“F-fuck go deeper,” you grunt pathetically.

He obliges and each time he does there’s a swivel to his hips that makes you see stars.

“I can feel you,” he rasps. “I can feel that cunt clenching me. F-fuck pretty girl that pussy does not want to let me go.”

You thrash under him, fisting the sheets as your body feels like it’s been dipped in liquid fire.

“J- daddy I - I’m…”

You can’t even finish your sentence because he places his rough thumb on your clit, rubbing in quick, tight circles.

Your jaw slackens and your eyes roll in the back of your head, your release barreling you until you can barely breathe, and the only indication of your orgasm is the hard and painful clench of your seeping pussy and your shuddering body; you hear small, pathetic whimpers and you vaguely register it as something that’s coming out of you.

Jack closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when he feels you cumming, increasing his thrusts until the slap of his balls against your ass is audible.

“Shit baby I’m cumming in that beautiful pussy.”

Jack grunts loudly as he gives you a few more rough, hard thrusts before shoving himself as far into you as he can, planting his hips against yours as you feel the thick, hot ropes coating your walls.

“Oh that’s it baby, take more of that precious cum.” It comes out needy and breathless, and the ironclad grip he has on your hips doesn’t let up.

Your whine is lodged when he pulls out very slowly to watch a stream of his cum pool out of you. You grip his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he watches the scene before him, and you moan softly when he pushes himself back into your leaking hole.

Your name is a whisper on his lips and he leans down to give you a sweet kiss.

“Can daddy sit in this stuffed pussy? Just for a minute… it’s been too long, baby.” He begs.

You can only nod, wrapping your arms around him. He carefully brings the both of you to your sides until your laying down facing each other.

There’s nothing but the sounds of your breaths in the room, tangy with the aftermath of your excursions. Your throat is hoarse and your entire body is limp, completely spent and more than satisfied.

The silence that follows is familiar, comfortable, as you bask in the warmth of his arms once again. You know he feels the same way with the way he buries his face in your hair, tugging you closer to him.

But after a while he pulls out and you hear the squelch as he does. Going to the bathroom to clean himself up, he comes back out with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning you as you still twitch.

“C’mere,” you slur, opening your arms loosely for him.

He obliges, throwing the washcloth to the corner of the room before laying down by your side and pulling you to his chest. You rest your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your palm. It’s soothing and it makes you feel at peace again.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “For everything.” He adds, and he’ll say it a thousand more times as long as he wants to.

You kiss his chest, humming softly when you feel him lightly scratch your back.

“Nothing to thank me for, Jack.” You whisper back. “You know I’d do anything for ya, no matter how much you can piss me off.”

His chest rumbles as he chuckles.

“Likewise sweetheart.”

“We can do this, and nothing’s gonna stop us, you hear me?” He nods, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you for the flowers, by the way.”

“Nothing to thank me for.”

You can fall asleep just like this. Your heart feels lighter, and there’s a glow in the room and in your stomach that gets you picturing your perfect little family, nothing short of smiles and laughter, grills in the back, bonfires...

From the way Jack was talking now, there were going to be a lot more kids in your future. And you have no problem with that at all.

You’re about to drift off before he gives you a light slap to your ass.

Yelping, you turn in his arms, giving him your best scowl and glaring at him when he laughs at you.

“That’s not the end of the celebration baby.” He exclaims, thickening his accent. “We still got dinner and aboooout four or so rounds before I’m done with you.”

Your eyes widen. “I- I’m not sure I can make it past four.”

He says nothing and leans in until his nose is brushing against yours.

“I’m gonna give you more.” Is all he says.

It’s promise is sweet, ravenous. You don’t need specifics to know what that promise really entails.

You nibble at your bottom lip, holding back a smile. As subtle as you can, you lay your hand on his thigh, sliding it slowly up; his breath hitches and clenches his jaw, eyes on yours.

“So cowboy,” you say coyly, slipping the tip of your tongue so it barely touches his bottom lip. He wants to close the small gap, you can see it in the way he lightly twitches, but you want to toy with him a little bit more.

“What are you cooking?”

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Drive Me Crazy - James Neal

A/N: Y’all have been asking for a Neal fic and hopefully I delivered

Summary: Being friends with benefits with James Neal. Set when he was still in Calgary. Also, I realize I have a lot of Oilers fans following me because I am one so I should warn y’all that this is written from the “perspective” of a lames fan

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, it’s all porn

“Fuck, James” you moaned as he trailed kisses down your neck. His stubble scratches the sensitive skin of your throat as his teeth scraped against pulse, “Don’t be such a fucking tease.”

You feel him chuckle, “Easy, baby, what’s the rush?”

Your hands reach up to tangle in his hair as his lips join yours again. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, both of your hands fitting in one of his much larger ones.

“Think you can keep those there for me, baby girl.”

You nod your head, keeping them in place once he releases you. He kisses his way down your body, taking his time to remove your clothes. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers and pulling a moan from your lips.

“Fuck,” you moan, “Come on, old man, show me what that mouth do.”

He rolls his eyes but settles himself between your thighs, pulling them apart with his strong hands. The first lick up your pussy has you clutching the sheets, sucking your clit. He throws your legs over your shoulders and pulls you closer to his mouth before his mouth began moving against your pussy softly. He lets out a groan, deep in his throat, the vibrations through your body. You gasp, your hand coming down to tangle itself in his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

He stops all ministrations, tsking softly as he pulls your hand from his hair. You let out a high pitched whine.

“Babygirl,” he says disappointedly, “What did I say about your hands?”

“To keep them by my head.”

“And did you listen?”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry, daddy.”

He tenses, “What did you just say.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you say with a smirk on your face, “Do you like it when I call you that?”

“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

He grabs your hands and pins them in the same place they were before, except this time, you feel the weight of his body on yours. He kisses you, full of passion. He slips between your legs and rubbing your clit.

“You’re so wet, babygirl.”

“All for you, daddy.”

He inserts his finger in your pussy before adding a second, scissoring them slowly.

“You ready, baby.”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” you moan.

James rubs the head of his cock against your slick folds, taking his time. He leans down and whispers one word in your ear, beg.

“Fuck, daddy,” you moan, your voice starting to feel a bit scratchy, “please fuck me. I need your dick in me right now.”

That’s all it takes before he enters you in one swift movement. The air leaves your lungs as he fills you to the hilt. He gives you a moment to adjust before he starts thrusting, grabbing your hips and angling you so he can hit that spot that makes your brain turn to mush.

You can’t help any of the noises that leave your mouth, alternating between James and daddy. Each moan spurs him on a little more, fucking into you harder. Your nails dig into his back, clinging to him as he brings you closer to the edge. He rolls your clit between two fingers as his mouth trails over your neck and shoulders. His other unoccupied hand makes its way to your breast, pinching your nipples making you cry out.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to pant out.

“Are you gonna cum for daddy?” He asks, speeding his thrusts just a bit, “are you gonna be a good girl?”

You nod as best you can, “I’ll be the best girl for daddy, let me cum. Please.”

“Cum for me, baby.”

You’re almost annoyed that that’s what makes you cum. Your eyes are squeezed shut, nails digging into his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. You’d be concerned about drawing blood if you weren’t so preoccupied.

James groans into your neck as he cums, fucking you enough to extend your orgasm just awhile longer. You whimper when he slips out, suddenly feeling empty.

“That good for an old man?” He asks when he catches his breath.

You laugh as you cuddle into his side.

~~~

When you wake up James is still sleeping, his arm thrown over your waist. You move it, careful to not wake him. You start looking for your things when he starts stirring.

“What are you doing?” he says, voice groggy with sleep, “Come back to bed.”

“I have stuff to do,” you reply, leaning down to give him a quick peck.

“Do it later, stay with me,” you had to admit it’s a tempting offer.

However, you pull your shirt over your head and say goodbye before you head out the door.

So, you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in a friends-with-benefits relationship with James Neal when he moved to Calgary - it was kind of a blur between meeting him and the first time you hooked up. But, he was a good lay so you didn’t question it. He had a week-long road trip soon you expected he would call you over one more time before then.

~~~

You busy? : JN

The text comes in at 9 pm on Sunday night.

Don’t you have to fly tomorrow? Are you sure you don’t need the sleep, old man? : You

Very funny. You coming over right now or no? : JN

Sure: You

You don’t even get a word in when he answers the door, he just smashed his lips against yours and pushes you against the door. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. His hands are removing your jacket and sliding underneath your shirt. He reaches around your body to unclasps your bra when you manage to pull away.

“James. Bedroom,” you pant in between kisses.

“No, baby girl,” voice gruff against the skin of your neck, “I’m gonna fuck you on the couch. I’m going to make you cum, and then you’re going to blow me, okay?”

You can’t hold back the moan that he tears from your mouth, “Yes.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing to me, baby girl.”

“Please fuck me, daddy. I want your big dick down my throat.”

His grip around your thighs get tighter and he carries you to his living room drops you onto the couch. He reaches around you to unclasp your bra again.

“Are you going to let me take this off?” he asks, “Going to be a good girl for me?”

“Daddy can do whatever he wants.”

That draws a low growl from the back of his throat as he reaches down to run his fingers between your folds. He gets the waist of your jeans over your thighs before you help kick them off and onto the floor.

“No underwear ?” he tsked, softly, “somebody was eager.”

You can’t help the whiney noise that you let out. He just runs his fingers along them, only brushing your clit occasionally. All the while, the short stubble of his beard scratches the skin on your chest as he plants kisses in between your breasts. You’re soaked, moaning each time James brushes your clit ever so softly.

“Fuck, James,” you moan as he inserts two fingers in and curls them right where you need him to be.

A light swat comes down on your ass. He’d spanked you plenty of times before, you just weren’t expecting it.

“What did you just call me?”

“Daddy,” you corrected yourself, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, babygirl.”

You press your hips into his hand, desperate for more friction. His mouth presses a kiss to his the spot where your shoulder meets your neck and bites. At the same time, his fingers pump in and out of you, putting the pressure you crave on your clit.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to pant between breaths, nails scratching at his back.

Just when you’re about to tumble over the edge he stops. He pulls out his fingers, shiny and wet from your juices, and brings them up to your face. You can’t help the whine that leaves your mouth, James chuckling at your misery.

“I was so close.”

“Clean up your mess, pretty girl,” he commands, ignoring you.

You moan when you taste yourself on his fingers, hollowing your cheeks around them.

All of a sudden you’re being lifted up as James settles himself on the couch. He lifts you on top of his dick, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds. He lets you lower yourself slowly, and then all the control you had is now gone.

You slump against his body and he slams his hips into yours, fucking you mercilessly. His fingers dig into your hips, the sound of skin on skin is obscene. Your hands fall down on his shoulder, nails digging into the skin, using it to hold yourself up as James sets a brutal pace, getting you impossibly closer to your orgasm.

One of his hands moves to stimulate your clit just the way you like and then you’re cuming. Your moans are swallowed by the kiss James engulfs you in. He slows down his pace, fucking you through your orgasm, drawing it out.

He’s peppering kisses over your neck. You know that bite mark on your shoulders is gonna be a wicked bruise tomorrow but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Do you think you can be on your knees for me, baby girl, or do I have to stand up and fuck your pretty little throat.”

You swallow hard, “Whatever you want, daddy.”

“And if I were to give you a choice?”

“I wanna be on my knees.”

He lets out a short laugh as he leans in to kiss you. He helps you get up slowly, moaning as your pussy tightens around him as you get up, and then he’s spreading his legs for you. His cock stands erect before you

You lean forward, licking a stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. You feel an odd sense of power when he groans, and you suck the tip of his cock into your mouth and hollow your cheeks around him. You look up him through your lashes as you start to Bob your head. His chest is flushed and his breathing is starting to pick up, so take the opportunity to take as much of him as you can before his hand wraps itself in your head.

“Can I fuck your throat?” he asks.

You nod your head as best you can around him and his grip gets a little tighter as he starts you move your head slowly. There's pressure on the back of your head guiding you down the length of his cock. You let out a breath when he hits the back of your throat and you try to relax your throat as he pushes you farther.

“Fuck, you look good with my dick in your mouth.”

You moan around him, and you hear him in return. He eases you off him before he brings you back. You let him fuck your throat as you reach down and rub your clit with your hand. One of your fingers dips down to spread your wetness between your folds.

“Are you touching yourself?”

You look up at him and smirk as much as you can around his dick. You add another finger, scissoring them and stretching you out. James pulls your head back enough that you can focus on yourself, pumping your fingers in and out.

“Faster,” he commands, “Make yourself cum all over your fingers.”

Your hips grind down on your hand as you get closer to your orgasm.

“Come on pretty girl, once you cum you’re going to swallow every drop I give you.”

That brings you to the edge. I few more pumps of your fingers and you’re cumming, moaning around Jame’s cock. He resumes his throat fucking, moaning every time he brushes against your throat. It’s not long before he’s pushing your head deep, and he’s coming. You feel a little dribble and James is pushing it back into your mouth.

~~~

You wake up the next morning in your own bed having decided to come home and not overstay your welcome. When you look in the mirror the next morning your chest and stomach are decorated with little scratch marks all over. You decide to fuck with James a little bit.

The photo is quite artsy and you were proud of it. Your face wasn’t visible and despite the fact, your full breasts weren’t in it, a fair amount of cleavage was on display. The scratch marks popped nicely on your skin and you captioned it you need to shave...or don’t.

5 minutes later his reply comes through:

That was a mean trick. I’m getting ready to board: JN

It’s a good thing I didn’t send the picture of my thighs then

Daddy.

You watch the message go from delivered to seen and the writing bubble appears and disappears several times before he finally decides on his message.

Don’t make me jack off in the plane bathroom.

~~~ You rushed to answer the door desperately hoping it was the pizza guy. Cramps were a bitch and all you wanted to do was sit on the couch with your pizza and Doritos, and watch queer eye and cry.

However, it’s not the pizza man.

“What are you doing? I said I couldn’t come over because I’m sick.”

James is standing in your hallway holding a plastic bag, “I know. I brought you soup.”

You let him into your apartment and open the container.

“This smells amazing.”

“It’s my grandma’s recipe.”

“You made this?” you ask incredulously, “I hope you know that making me soup isn’t getting you sex tonight.”

He blushes, “No of course not. You said you weren’t feeling well so I thought I’d do something nice.”

You start to get a fork from the drawer but when a sudden realization hits you.

“Fuck, I need to cancel the pizza.”

“Pizza?” he asks confusedly, “You were going to eat pizza when you were sick? If you didn’t want to see me you didn’t have to lie to me.”

He thinks you meant you had a cold. It was almost adorable.

“Not that kind of sickness, bud.”

“What do you-oh?” realization hits him and the blush returns, “Do you want me to leave?”

“Stay,” you say, “It’ll be nice to have someone to cuddle with.”

You’re sure it was an odd request for someone to ask their FWB but you didn’t care. You just wanted to snuggle up to something warm.

He offers to call the pizza place and cancel the order while you get settled on the couch. You stretch out. When James comes back he moves to sit by your feet before you stop him.

“Come here,” you command with your arms outstretched.

He lets out a hearty laugh before he does what you ask, sliding into his designated spot. You take a deep breath as his cologne fills your lungs.

“What are we watching?” he asks.

“Queer Eye. You ever watch it?”

“I’ve heard about it but never seen it. Some of the guys watch it their girlfriends.”

“Consider this practice for your future girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” he trails off.

The combination of Jame’s warmth and your belly full of his delicious soup has you falling asleep very quickly. But before you fall asleep, you feel him press a kiss to your forehead.

~~~

After the flames were lost to Colorado James was in and out of Calgary, visiting his family in Ontario and coming back to train. But halfway through the offseason, he knocked on your door furiously. When you opened the door he looked frazzled.

“Can I come in?” he asks before you can even ask what’s wrong.

“Of course,” you say, letting him in, “What’s wrong?”

He ran his hands through his hair, “I got traded.”

Your heart drops, “Where?” “Edmonton.”

It was only a 3-hour drive but that was so much worse. He was going to be an Oiler?!? That was worse than him going Florida. Plus he’d only be in town twice for games. If he wanted to be with you at all. He’d probably find some good Edmontonian girl his own age. That thought shouldn't have made your stomach turn.

“When are you leaving?”

“I need to be there in 2 weeks, and then I’ll need to find a place to live and-”

You have to cut him off with a kiss, knocking off his stupid snapback so you can pull him closer. Why was he always wearing snapbacks? He had such nice hair.

~~~

You’re wrapped up in the sheets of your bed after, resting your head on his chest. His hand is combing through your hair softly as you both rest contentedly.

“Come with me,” he says.

“What?” you ask, not sure you heard properly.

“To Edmonton,” he says, “Come with me.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing, “That’s insane? We’re just-this is just a fling!”

“You know that isn’t true,” he says, “You know as well as I do that there has been something between us since we met. Come on, (Y/N).”

You wouldn't believe you were considering this. He was so much older than you! He was 30- something, he’d probably want to get married and have lots of babies right away. You still have your whole career ahead of you. Forget your career, you still had like a year before you finish your degree.

“I don’t know. Would our relationship even be compatible? I don’t want to be married yet and I definitely don’t want to have kids any time soon.”

He takes a deep breath and wraps his hand in yours, “Ideally, I’d be married before I retired, but that doesn’t have to be a for a few years. I wanna do the whole ‘dating thing’ properly.”

He kisses your hand, “As for kids, we can take out time. I’m not the one with a biological clock.”

That was true.

“Just visit with me during the summer,” he pleads, “Visit. If you don’t like it then we’ll end this. But I think you’re amazing (Y/N), I can see a future with you.”

“Okay,” you decide, “I’ll visit. But, this doesn’t mean anything.”

#james neal #NHL smut #NHL imagine #hockey smut #hockey writing #hockey imagine #james neal imagine #james neal smut

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darlinvandijk · 5 years

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Tour bus cuddles

concept: just a little day dream I had where Ruel is tired from practicing and has the rest of the day off and just wants some cuddles and love, while also being a typical teen boy. Like usual Dm me and whatnot for a request and I’ll be happy to comply! (Sorry if this is too long) Hope you enjoy :)

It’s around 6:00 am when I wake up to an alarm going off and the groggy groan of my boyfriend next to me. I feel Ruel remove an arm from around me to turn off the alarm and slowly bring himself to an upright position. I let out a whine as he fully moves away from my body, before I roll over and lay myself completely across his lap, wrapping my arms around his leg.

“Baby I need you to let me go” he whispers while he rubs my back in soft slow circles. I shake my head no against his leg, hearing him sigh before he puts his hands under my arms and lifts me up to sit on his lap.

“This was supposed to be a just me and you day, you promised.” I mumbled into his bare neck, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin, especially since he wasn’t wearing a shirt right now.

“I know, I’m sorry but I’ll make it up to you when I get back, okay?” He says while giving the side of my head a kiss. Ruel stands up with me still holding onto him, and turns to lay me back down on the bed.

I tighten my grip on him when he tries to get my arms from around his neck and my legs off his waist. He lets out a sigh before standing straight up with me on him and walking over to the mini closet he has. He opens it, gets his clothes out that he needs for today, and then sets them down on the bed before turning back and pressing my body against the closed closet doors.

“Are you going to be good and finally let go of me?” He mutters while pressing kisses all over my face and neck, causing me to let out a light laugh at the sensation. I push his face away while giving him a small grin, causing a matching one to also light up his face.

“Promise you’ll come back soon?” I mumble giving him a sad smile while he puts me back on the bed. He gives me a small nod before leaning down to press his lips on mine, slowly moving them and leaving me breathless.

I lay back on the bed and watch as he slips his shoes on before coming and giving me one last little kiss, before slipping out the door of our room on the tour bus. I roll over and bury my face into his pillow, deciding to just go back to sleep since it’s still pretty early.

It’s about 11:30 am when I wake up, just to see that Ruel is still away practicing, leaving me with nothing to do. I pull on one of his hoodies over his shirt that I wore to bed, not bothering with pants since no one was on the bus anyways, and then heading to the mini fridge to see what snacks we have. I eat a bagel with strawberry cream cheese, before I sneak into the secret stash of Cheetos that Ruel has.

It hits 12:30 when I decide to have a nice shower, since I’ll actually have the time to relax in there, rather than the usual rush from other people needing to use the bathroom. I go in the bathroom with a fresh set of undergarments and another one of Ruels hoodies, before stripping and stepping into the warm shower.

I’m in the shower and just rinsing my body with the warm water, when I hear the bathroom door open. Before I can even panic that someone is coming in, I see my tired but handsome boyfriend make his way into the small area. He strips off his clothes before opening the shower door and joining me.

“Want me to wash your hair bubs?” I mumble while caressing his cheekbone, noticing just how tired he looks. He silently nods and passes me the soap, letting me massage and shampoo his hair for him. We finish showering and drying off, before making our way back into the bedroom.

He lets me lay down first, before climbing on top of me. He snuggles his head into my chest, wraps his arms around my waist, and then completely entwines our legs together, giving me the signal that he must be pretty exhausted. Ruel is usually touchy and cuddly with me, but when he gets really tired and grumpy he takes it to a different level, needing skin to skin contact of some sort.

“What’s wrong baby?” I mumble, playing with his hair while I listen to the slow breathing coming from him. He tightens his hold on me, before turning his head so that it still rests against me, but he can make eye contact with me now.

“Nothing love, just tired and stressed. Nate has been on my ass for no reason lately, like this is my fucking tour yet everyone treats me like I don’t know anything.” He mumbles with a pissed look on his face. I nod to let him know I’m listening to him before I lift a hand and use my thumb to relax the muscles between his eyebrows since he’s furrowing them.

“Let yourself cool off before bringing it up tomorrow maybe? I think you’re just really tired and a little sleep deprived, so it’s making you a little more irritable than usual” I tell him, watching him nod his head before seeing him smirk and give me a mischievous look.

“I wonder why I’m more sleep deprived than usual huh? Maybe it has to do with a certain someone finally joining me on tour the past week” he says with a chuckle, causing me to roll my eyes and lightly smack the back of his head.

“First of all, stop it you little whore. Second of all, you act like you haven’t seen me all tour. Nate literally flew me out to 9/13 shows before I was able to officially stay with you” I tell him with a roll of my eyes. He smirks and just rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so that I’m sitting on his abdomen, with his hands resting on my hips.

“You’re walking around in my hoodie and underwear, what do you expect from me?” He questions with a smirk, while sliding one of his hands up the bottom of the hoodie to rest directly on my hip. I roll my eyes and lean forward so that my head is resting in the crook of his neck.

“You’re like 5, calm down with the hormones bud” I mumble, pressing a light kiss to his neck. He lets out a laugh, before shifting me further up his body, making my face only a few centimeters above his.

“Yeah, 6’5” He says causing me to snort and lightly shove his face away from mine. He smiles up at me and moves some of my hair behind my ear, before leaning up and kissing me. I let this go on for a couple minutes, before I feel his hands start to slip down from my back to my ass.

“Excuse me sir, your hands are not allowed lower than my waist” I sassily say, sitting up to move his hands back up, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. He lets out a groan before pulling me back down to lay on him.

“You weren’t complaining last night, or I don’t know all the other fucking nights” he mumbles with a grin on his face, causing me to pinch his side where my hand was resting. I feel his body jolt from the little pinch before he pinches me back, causing me to let out a shriek.

“I don’t deserve this disrespect” I snap at him causing us to both burst out laughing, before just laying there in a peaceful silence.

“I love you. Like I really fucking love you and can’t even put it into words how much you mean to me. You’re my whole world babygirl” he whispers, pressing a light kiss to the side of my head. Upon hearing those words, I wrap myself around him even tighter.

“I love you too, always have and always will. You’re my soulmate bubs” I whisper back giving him a little kiss on the jaw. He turns his head a bit and just looks at me, scanning my face with his beautiful green eyes. I start to blush from the intensity of his gaze, before turning my head to cover my face.

“Nope, that’s what we’re not gonna do. No hiding that pretty little face of yours baby” He says with a laugh, knowing how easily I get flustered with him. He turns my head back to look at him, before smiling and giving my nose a little peck.

Ruel then rolls us over so that he’s resting on top of me, with his face against my neck. I let out a laugh as I feel him start to kiss all over my neck, before slowly getting sidetracked from the feelings going from cute to pleasureable.

“R-ruel stop. You know they’ll be on the bus soon” I mumble trying to pry his head from my neck, feeling him smirk as he sucks yet another mark onto it. He moves around from my neck to my collarbones, before slowly sitting up with slightly puffy lips.

“Fine, I’m done now.” He says with a smirk, looking at all the marks I know he left. I just let out a sigh before I push him onto his back and lay on top of him, with my legs on either side of his body.

I feel my self start to drift off to sleep, with him using one hand to play with my hair, and the other rubbing my lower back in small soft circles. I press a light kiss to his chest, before snuggling in closer to him. Ruel moves one of his hands to just rest comfortably on my ass with the other one now holding his phone as he scrolls aimlessly through Instagram, as I fall into a peaceful slumber in the arms of my favorite boy.

I guess you could say I have the best boyfriend in the world, even if he is a horny little shit.

#ruelvincentvandijk #ruel imagines #ruel one shot #ruel imagine #ruel van dijk #one ruel #ruel #one shot #imagine #imagines #free time ep #x reader #ruel fanfic

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qualitylu · 6 years

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Babygirl // 4 (c.h.) (series)

Summary: Stella, a prospecting art student, is attending her dream school, NYU. When she goes to her first college party she runs into the local drug dealer, Calum, where she finds herself suddenly wrapped up in his world.

Word count: 2,056

Rating: R (thirsty cal girls here ya go ;) me included)

Warnings: drug mention (cocaine) and smut

Taglist: @crownedbyluke @lurhemmings @nostalgia-luke @lmao5sosimagines @clum-thomas @irwlns @biggestslutforcalum @clementinethenerd @rexorangecouny @lukesback

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I stumbled out of Calum’s car, with his help of course, my arm slung over his shoulders and his arm wrapped around my waist. When we walked into his apartment I made myself at home right away, plopping down on the couch and pulling out my phone, only to find out it was dead. My attention was soon drawn towards Calum, who was handing me a glass of water which I happily accepted. My mind was racing as I felt him sit down next to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulder and bringing me into his chest.

“Cal,” I looked up at him, our lips closer than I expected, “can I ask you something?”

He nodded his head before I notice his eyes drift down towards my lips before looking me into my eyes again.

“What do you say about me to Ashton?” His jaw immediately tightened before I noticed him move away from me slightly. The fabric of his t-shirt was gripped between my fingers, trying to pull him closer.

“What do you mean?” His eyes glanced down to my hand, signaling that I should let go but I refused.

“Do you like me, Cal?” I propped myself up, loosening my grip on his shirt but keeping my hand over his heart, feeling it beat through my fingertips.

“Why are you asking me these things, babygirl?” His hand lowered down to my waist, squeezing me lightly while he winked.

“Because, Cal, I like you,” I took him by surprise and straddled his legs. I didn’t really know where this confidence came from other than the alcohol but I could tell that wasn’t the complete truth. The buzz was wearing off fast so I knew fully aware what I was doing.

“Babygirl, don’t test me. You’ve been doing it all night.”

“How have been doing that, Cal? You barely paid attention to me. I couldn’t even see you half the time.” I pouted out my bottom lip slightly which caused his brows to borrow.

“I watched you the entire night. I saw how you were completely oblivious to every guys’ stare. The way you moved your hips to the beat, your arms in the air, god, you looked so hot.” His hand were gripping my hips, holding them against him so I wouldn’t move.

“Cal,” I whined before biting my bottom lip.

“Babygirl, don’t do that.” His thumb traced over my lip that was previously trapped between my teeth.

“Why?” I asked determined to get him to admit the feelings he had with me.

“Because, it’s a weakness of mine. If you do it again I’d have to take you right here.” I gasped as he grounded my hips into his, surprised to feel a slight bulge present.

“Calum,” I whined while digging my nails into his arms as he continued his actions.

“What is it Stella, is this enough proof of how much I like you?”

I whined in response as I felt his bulge continue to grow underneath me.

“Talk to me, babygirl, are you going to let me have you?”

I looked into his eyes, they were blown out wide to where his entire eye looked black. There wasn’t a sign of hesitation in his but I could feel that feeling creeping up on me. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this.

“Can we go slow?” ‘Wow, I sounded like a such a virgin,’ I thought after realize what I had said and the way I said it.

“We can go whatever speed you’d like,” one of his hands moved up to my waist as the other cupped my cheek, one of my hands coming up to rest over top of it.

I leaned in slowly to where our lips brushed together slightly before I spoke, “tell me something, Cal.”

“What is it?” His hand that was on my cheek had migrated to the back of my neck, holding me in place.

“Do you like me? Be honest with me, please.” I begged.

“Of course I do, babygirl. I don’t usually have to try this hard though,” he lightly laughed before bring my lips against his. My eyes closed on instinct as I felt his soft lips against mine, my heart exploding, like I had been waiting for this moment my whole life. My fingers tangled into his hair and he pressed me further into him. I whined as his lips left mine to attach to my neck.

“God, babygirl,” he said between kisses, ��I love those sounds you make.”

He pulled at the roots of my hair, making a high pitched moan fall from my lips, so he could gain better access. He sucked right below my ear before coming up to bite my ear lobe.

“Let me taste you babygirl.” His teeth grazed down my neck before nipping at my collarbone.

“Please, Calum,” I begged before he picked me up and carried me to what I presumed was his bedroom. He let me down but before I could do anything he pressed me up against door, his hand by head and his other on my waist. He lifted up my shirt slightly, tracing across my lower abdomen.

“I want you to strip for me darling. Can you do that for me?” He pulled away once I nodded my head.

He moved to sit on the bed as I walked to where I was a few feet in front of him. I began by removing my shirt, gauging his reaction as I looked over at him, his lip was caught between his teeth as his eyes raked over my chest. I felt the burn rise in my cheeks as I unbuttoned my pants, kicking them off along with my shoes. His fingers rested against his chin as he watched me walk over to him. My finger combed through his hair as I straddled his legs again, his hands resting on my hips. It didn’t last long until he flipped us over to where I was underneath him. He pulled me by my legs down to where my hips rested on the edge of the bed and he was on his knees in front of me. Before he spoke he hooked his fingers to the side of the lacy underwear I was wearing.

“Did you wear these just for me, babygirl?” I was about to answer but was caught off guard when he pulled them down and my heat was exposed to the cold air of his room. He trailed his lips down my abdomen and caressed my sides.

“Answer me, babygirl,” his hand came down on the side of my thigh, forcing a strangled moan to leave my lips.

“You like that, didn’t you, babygirl,” he repeated his action, harsher this time.

“Yes,” I yelped as he did it again.

When I expected him to spank me again he licked a bold stripe up my slit, lightly sucking on my clit before he pulled away. He place small kitten licks on my clit as I felt his finger press against my entrance. A load moan escaped my lips as he pressed his finger inside me. My fingers curled into his hair as he continued sucking and licking at my clit while his finger curled inside of me.

“Calum,” I whined while pulling at his hair, earning a groan from him which sent shocks through my body.

“Let go if you need babygirl, I got you.” His actions picked up, racing for my orgasm. I felt myself clenching around him as his finger continued to pulse in and out of me. Load shrieks escaped my lips as Calum hit my g-spot repeatedly as he licked blog stripes at my clit.

“I’m about to cum, oh my god.”

Before I could even finish my sentence I felt my orgasm explode as Calum continued his actions, making me extremely sensitive. My thighs clenched together as I felt myself growing more and more sensitive but Calum refused to let up. I tried to push him off of me but he pinned my hands to my thighs as he drew them apart.

“Cum for me again, babygirl.” My head flew back into the sheets at his words. He really would kill me, and it felt like this moment would be it. Dying form exhaustion. It wasn’t long until I felt my second orgasm approaching and I knew Calum could feel it.

“Look at me when you cum.” He mumbled before he sucked on my clit again.

“Calum, holy shit.” I breathed out before making eye contact with him. I could tell he was smirking just by the way his eyebrow was quirked at me before I came all over his tongue. He pulled away from me causing me to whine as he hovered over me.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I mumbled before connecting his lips with mine.

“Take them off of me then babygirl,” he smirked but then shortly laughed as I quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head. God what I would do to hear that laugh constantly. As I was admiring his chest and tracing the tattoos that adorned his collarbones Calum’s phone rang.

“Are you serious?” He growled before pulling his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the name as he crawled off of me. He sat on the edge of the bed as he answered it, practically snapping a hello to the person on the other end.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he stood up as he said this and ran his fingers through his hair and walking over to what I presumed was his closet. When he walked back out he tossed a white t-shirt my way that said ‘The Sensation’ on the back in black bold letters. I looked at him questionably before slipping it over my head. Once he hung up the phone he walked over to me, staring down at me as he lifted my head to look at him.

“Get dressed, babygirl, we have business we need to take care of.” I acted quickly and slipped on the remainder of my clothes and folded my t-shirt and placing it on the bed. I followed him out of his apartment after he got dressed, and made our way to his car. He opened the door for me before sliding in on his side.

“What are we doing Calum?” I asked while seeing that it was 4 a.m. He looked over at me before resting his hand on my thigh as he continued to drive and let out a sigh.

“I have a delivery to make, I was supposed to do it during the party but I asked them if it was okay if I moved it back to 4 because I had some other business to take care of.” He winked at me before speeding into the sketchier side of town. I gripped his hand as I noticed the dirty sidewalks and barely dim roads.

When we pulled up to the house I presumed we were delivering to Calum pulled out his phone to message that he was there. It wasn’t long until I heard a knock on Calum’s window. After he rolled it down Calum exchanged the small amount of cocaine for a stack of cash.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” the man whispered before catching my eye, “an you, young lady, keep an eye on your man. He gets into trouble quite easily.” I felt my stomach turn as I processed the stranger’s words but I was drawn out of my trance as Calum squeezed my thigh.

“Don’t believe him Stella, he’s a regular if that tell you anything. And let’s just say that what I gave him is something he uses when he’s only in it for a light night. He’s usually interested in the harder stuff. I promise, with you around, I’m not going to get into trouble, at least I’ll try to.” I sent him a shy smile at the last part of his sentence before nodding my head, telling him I understood.

“Now how about I get you back and we can go to sleep? You look a little worn out and tired.” I smacked him teasingly on the chest as he sent me a wink and squeezed my thigh, causing me to squeal.

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btsjeonjazz · 7 years

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Petname Babygirl II pt. 5

Yoongi x reader, Jimin

genre: smut, aaangst

word count: too long, 15.3k

Returning home and having a week off was nice, but after coming back to work everything changed.

Bugfuck. How could this happen? Hastily you ran after Yoongi, shoes in your hands as you made your way through the crowds inside the airport.

“I’m not that fast!”, you called out to him, the hundredth time already, but he wouldn’t slow down as you squeezed yourself with your stuff through a group of tourists which stood in your way.

“You are or who do you talk to?”, he said annoyed, his mood dropped to the bottom.

In your mind you cursed him and his impatience. You overslept this night. At six your flight should depart, but it was five past six and you ran like hell through the whole bloody airport, hands packed with your stuff and Yoongi’s laptop as he had to carry something for his brother as well. Sweat pooled on your back, running down slipping inside your underwear. God, he had to slow down!

“We can’t make it anyway, why the haste?”, you tried to sooth him into taking the next flight. It wouldn’t make any difference anyway.

Yoongi turned his head, face contoured in anger and annoyance. “For fucks sake, take those legs in your hand and run, woman!”

Woman.

“I do!”, you shouted, anger fuelling your mind as well. He had longer legs and hadn’t to walk without shoes! He could talk, but it was you who struggled, not him.

06:15am you sat in your seats in the plane which seriously waited for you two. The stuff even apologised that you had to run through the whole airport instead of getting picked up at the entrance. With wide eyes you watched as Yoongi nodded, taking his seat next to yours. “It’s okay, but another time I will not be that patient, got it?” His voice was calm, but it was too calm and you heard the slight trace of the anger he had just shown so openly to you.

The stewardess nodded, bowing deeply to apologise again. Wow, he must’ve great impact even above the clouds. Yoongi scrunched his nose, a sign that he was tensed, his brows furrowed as he closed the seat belt over his jeans. Yes, he wore jeans, not because he really wanted to, but it was the first and easiest thing he fished out of the suitcase this morning. A plain back shirt and his typical boots as well. So not Min Yoongi. As you told him that, giggling next to him in the car he just threw an annoyed glance towards you, his lips twitching a little. Maybe it was your own outfit. Maybe.. Okay, it definitely was your clothes. You let your black sweatpants on and slid into the first shirt you found, too. It was a dark blue blouse and your pumps. Yes, you looked horrible, but he didn’t give you enough time to change into something different than those damn sweatpants. The sweat and messy hair completing your outfit messily and you were utterly embarrassed by now. Luckily you stuffed a leggings inside your handbag and was eager to change into it the moment the sign above your seats got off.

“Laptop”, Yoongi’s voice was tensed, his eye bags even darker as he reached for his laptop from underneath your legs. His hand slid down slowly over your curves ere he grabbed what was looking for. The goosebumps which formed on your arms covered with the fabric of the blouse hid it from him. He liked to tease some reactions out of you.

Time ticked and as you were high enough in your route the signs were switched off with the slight ring of the usual bell in an air plane. Hastily you opened your seat belt, stumbling over your stuff before you rushed to the small door behind a curtain in front of the seats. It was as small as the toilets in the economy class, not bigger, but cleaner. A movement and your wide sweatpants fell down exchanged by the tight black leggings and a feeling of relief. Just as you were about to pull them over your ass covered in a white thong you heard a faint knock on the cabin’s door.

“Just a moment, please”, you called out to the person waiting to enter the toilet after you.

“Open up”, a dark, quiet voice followed and you were perplexed a moment until you realized that it was Yoongi who stood in front of the closed door. You pulled the leggings up, turning around ere you opened the small door.

“You could’ve waited until I finished”, you said, still annoyed by his previous behaviour as he shooed you through the entire airport with bare feet.

Instead of answering he closed the curtain which separated the toilet from the first class seats and pushed you back inside the small booth. You knew exactly what he wanted and therefore you smirked at him, half-heartedly.

“Eager?”, you asked, a teasing question he asked you every so often. An unamused small chuckle fell from his pink lips, his grey thatch a mess from sleeping only an hour ago. Yoongi looked so very young in his youthful outfit and the messy hair, his usual attire of suit and tie opposing to his clothes today. You liked it and hoped he would dress like this more often outside of work.

“Not in the mood for your teasing, baby girl”, he said serious before he grabbed your shoulders to push you down, but Yoongi hesitated as he looked down to see that you just changed out of that ugly – so comfy – sweatpants. The curve of your ass and thighs was straining the material of the leggings and he had to gulp as far as you saw. Good choice, y/n, you praised yourself mentally.

“Turn around”, he commanded and as you did you felt his big hands on your ass the moment you faced the wall. The booth was too small for some wild action. “Put it on your list. More leggings in the office.”

“Check”, you smiled to yourself as Yoongi’s fingers left your butt to smack your ass. You felt it wobbling, the thin, transparent material showing him every ounce of flesh which wiggled underneath his hit. And so he repeated his motion while he rubbed himself over your ass.

“We have no time for foreplay, baby girl”, he sounded a little disappointed, but at the same time you heard the zipper of his jeans and as you tried to glance back you saw how he pulled his pants down. He wore no boxers and this thought alone aroused you a little. Controlling, clever, dominant Yoongi forgot his boxers. It made you snickers as to why the grey haired man’s attention was on you again.

“What’s so funny? This?”, you almost let the cry in your throat out as he reached back to give your ass a violent smack. “Guess it was”, his voice was a mixture of dark arousal and innocence.

With that he leaned forward, rubbing his erect cock over you clothed ass, pressed down hardly ere he reached his hand to your neck, pushing you down until your hands lay flat on the wall above the actual toilet, while he exposed your newly covered ass. A swift movement and another hit landed on the same spot as before, starting to tingle and in no time it would start to hurt, you knew it already.

“You look damn fine with this signature red mark of my hand on your ass, baby girl. How about I do this frequently?”, it was nearly a purr, but the hidden meaning made you shudder. You were marked by him, utterly, entirely bruised by him as he tied you to bed, kissed, licked, nibbled and bit your whole body. They were prominent and difficult to cover under your daily clothes, some marks always visible, but they felt good. Especially as he made them. The thought alone let a shiver ran down your spine while you felt your heat tightening.

“How about you don’t talk so much? The other passenger’s will be suspicious of us”, you announced with impatience in your voice.

“They will be not just suspicious if you moan my name”, he grinned, showing his pearly whites and a spark of his gummy smile which was exchanged by the typical smile that showed how full of himself he actually was. And he had reason to be as you were content that you had to muffle your moans in no time.

Yoongi rubbed your ass a few time, the space inside the booth so small he was pressed hot and throbbing on your core, your bare back coated in his pre cum. How long was he ready? Not just the few minutes you spent in there, that was certain. You tried to arch your back as far as you could, ass high up so he could have the best access to your entrance which was still covered in your white thong.

“I really want to stretch this scene, baby girl, but I need some release”, Yoongi’s voice got darker, laced with pure hunger as his finger stroked over your clothes pussy, the material feeling so tight in this position, your own arousal leaking a bit out on the edges. “Look who is eager.” His index finger enclosed around the fabric on your butt hole, tracing it a few times and you knew he was teasing your limit. No ass play. But before you could protest he pulled strongly on your underwear, the fabric cutting through your folds. Why had he to do this again? It was so arousing when he done this, your clit getting rubbed while sharpness cut inside your folds. You felt how your juices mixed inside the white thong, coating it as to why Yoongi hissed. How badly you wanted to see the expression on his face!

“I can’t wait to feel you, Mr. Min”, you purred, voice quietly whispering his name in awe. You knew it turned him on if you said his name in the most solemn tune you could, his ego stroked by just his name falling from your lips. It worked, because you could hear a growl coming out of his chest, his finger letting loose so abrupt the thong clashed down on your core, making your moan softly. The next you knew was that you heard him pumping himself a few times, the slick sound of his pre cum getting spread over his erect cock before his hands returned to the soft flesh of yours, taking the thong back in his hand to shove it aside, laying your heated pussy for his display. You tightened it purposely, pressing some juice out.

“That’s my girl”, he hummed proudly. “I didn’t even touch you and you’re so wet already. It’s easy to slide in right?”

“Yes, yes”, you eagerly said, now even as lustful as his voice filled the room.

“Wrong, baby girl”, he responded, voice an octave lower and mock lacing it deep. Confused you furrowed your brows, but as you felt what he did it made your head spin. Hot, wet saliva touched your entrance, his spit spread across your pussy with his thumb. “So beautiful, but so so fucking slutty..” This time you heard how he spit on you, not on your folds but above it, his coated thumbs sliding through his own saliva to allocate it to your butt hole.

“NO!”, you almost cried out, but he smacked you hard to stay still and silent.

“Chill, god damn, woman!”, he said, massaging your other hole slowly. “I won’t put anything in, just a little stimulation, for fucks sake.”

You relaxed again, hearing him say ‘woman’ made you proud, but you wouldn’t admit it. Yoongi was right, it stimulated you insanely as his thumb circled around your ass down to your entrance and back. Ere you could stop anything your started to pant, your pussy now tight with expectation and arousal. Yoongi seemed to sense it and pushed his cock inside you without another warning, the feeling of each other making both of you grunt at the same time. He didn’t give you time to adjust and started to move fast – your own juices plus his saliva was definitely enough for him to glide just right inside of your wetness. Merciless he hit his hips against your ass, his balls reached as far to your pussy, hitting on you. The sounds were wet, naughty, loud enough for everyone to hear who dared to sit in the front seats and went past the curtain covered booth.

Yoongi’s cock reached deep from behind, your sweet spot getting touched slightly. He was so erect and throbbing by now that it was just a matter of time until you heard him pant, his breath hitting your neck as he leaned forward, his hands on your bouncing, clothes breasts as he thrust hard into you. Although you tried not to, a few shaky moans fell from your lips, loud enough for everyone to hear. That the stewardess didn’t disturb you was all, but it was glass clear that nobody dared to interrupt Min Yoongi.

“Say my name”, the panting man demanded behind you, his fingers digging deeper in your flesh and you were sure that they were bruised by the time you landed.

“Mr. Min”, you said quietly, the thrust making it blurry even in your ears.

“Again.”

“M-Mr. Min”, you moaned his time, his hips clashing on yours. “You feel so..g-good.”

Yoongi grunted, liking the way his name was heard from your lips, wanting to hear it louder, screaming on top of your lungs. And he put in on his personal list, making it his goal the next time you two were all alone. “Don’t stop saying it, baby girl.”

And so you did not stop to call out his name, quietly enough for nobody to turn the volume of their music louder, but noisy enough for everybody to notice, but you couldn’t care less the more lust you felt. You began to tighten around him, his thrust getting shallow and sloppy and then all his release was melted by your contradicting pussy. Hisses and muffled howls filled the booth, slow, tardy movements of his hips signalling he let his last drops of cum fill inside your folds ere he pulled out, a streak of his white release leaking out of you to which he leaned down, stuffing it back in. Yoongi adjusted your white underwear over your filled core, giving your ass a final, small hit before you heard the rustling of his jeans as he pulled them back to their original place above his now satisfied cock. It took you a minute to straighten yourself and pulling your leggings up, your legs wobbling from the tension in your limbs.

“Be a good girl and let my cum inside your slutty pussy”, Yoongi whispered leaning down as you turned around to press his wet, warm lips on your neck. He remained like this for a while ere he pushed himself off of you, the spot wet and tingling where his lips touched your heated skin. You wanted them elsewhere, badly. But you wouldn’t try to kiss him again, two times you got rejected, not a third. “If you do as I say a surprise awaits you at your house”, Yoongi grinned exhausted, unlocking the door and slandering back to his seat a few rows down the aisle. Most of the personal as well as some passengers watched him intently, but he didn’t notice, or didn’t want to notice them on his way back. Unlike you. It was a walk of shame, a short one, but you felt everyone’s view on your back as you made your way next to Yoongi.

“Take the rest of the week of, y/n I don’t want anyone to see my marks and think I abused you”, Yoongi drove onto the street which reached your house in one or two minutes. “I will call you.”

And so he parked right in front of your door, letting you our with a faint smile ere you heard the screeching wheels telling you he went home himself.

Excited you entered your small apartment. You had his cum still in you, the way you clenched your pussy starting to get uncomfortable, but what lay on your coffee table was enough to forget it. A huge bouquet full of coral-red roses and a dark blue casket in front of it. The fact that he had access to your apartment was shocking, but you had no time to think about that right now as you rushed to the table, bag and suitcase falling on the floor.

You didn’t know why, but your hands trembled reaching out to read the tiny card which was put in between the bouquet.

I’m not good expressing my feelings, but the meaning of the color represents my current desire for you. Enjoy your week off.

Min Yoongi

Well, your best friend would’ve known the meaning of the hue, but you didn’t. Therefore you had to search for it on the internet and the meaning represented Yoongi’s feelings exactly, just as you thought. Desire, longing, lust, erotic. Not bad, Min Yoongi, you thought, grinning from ear to ear as you put the roses into a vase with water. They found place on your dining table next to the couch, ready to be looked at the whole week. You planned to call your best friends after you unpacked to invite them over, the roses purposely on display for them.

Your attention was drawn by the card a few more times and you contemplated who and when he ordered someone to go in your apartment. Shaking your head while giggling you decided that you didn’t really care as you stepped back to your coffee table to lift the small casket. Curious you looked for a sign of the brand, but the clever man had chosen a box without one. Therefore you clicked it open with shaking fingers and the shiny, silvery watch let your jaw drop.

“Unbelievable”, you whispered, taking the watch into your hands to inspect it more closely. It was all around silvery, the hand in a rose hue while small, glistering diamonds lined the surface. Not that this man made your head spin, no, the presents you got were as beautiful as his gummy smile!

You fished for your phone inside your handbag and as you found it hastily scrolled through your contact list.

You: The watch is gorgeous, Mr. Min! Thank you so much [02:24pm]

You never got a reply, making you strangely nervous and a tinge of sadness struck you. Anxiety crept into your head, you knew exactly where such feelings where going, but admitting them? Over your dead body. It was no use to tell him, better closing the invisible drawer in your head and locking away the upcoming feelings you started to develop for a man who paid for your body, not caring for your mind in the slightest. He told you as you talked about the conditions of this contract, no hard feelings, just sex in exchange to gifts. Even though it has its perks to get expensive presents which were utterly astonishing, but deep inside you knew that you would’ve agreed to his offer without getting rewarded.

The good mood from before clouded by such thoughts made you sigh. Better not poking further into this theme. With that you called your friends, deciding to meet in two days for some ladies night at yours.

Yoongi left work the next days deep in thought. Something was missing as he sat there working on some client’s file alone in his office. He looked through the room more than once, waiting to see you anywhere to pleasure him, hearing your voice hoarse after you sucked him off, cum spilling from your lips. How often was he hard? The whole day? The grey thatch shaking he wandered through the dark company, all his workers already home at their families, friends. Only he would drive home, switching the lights on to see, right, nobody.

Pull yourself together you weak ass loser, a voice called out for him inside his head. That’s it. Pulling his self pitying weak head out of his ass he got in his car, starting the engine to drive through the night. His thoughts went wild and in no time he found himself in front of your apartment. Blinking he shook his head again, laughing at himself. What was he doing here anyway? Going up to see you? Make you suck him dry ere he fucked you? Not a bad idea, but that would show his weakness in front of you. He liked if you came to him, not the other way around, expect the texts he had to sent you constantly to signal for you to show up.

As he sat there, not moving a limb to drive away, he saw light shining through your windows in the first floor. Yoongi imagined how you would be alone on your small sofa, listening to some music in your bathrobe, just as you did in your shared room on the business trip. He had enjoyed your company then, finding you waiting whenever he went to attend meetings and with almost transparent desire he longed for you to wait for him in his apartment as well. So ready, wet and willing to make him forget his stressful days.

He also wondered if you received the small gift and card he had personally chosen for you ere he remembered your texts a few days ago. You had gotten them, but he never replied also he was content to do it after the meeting he had that evening of your arrival. Yoongi never did, losing himself in his work again and after he woke up the next day he felt dumb for answering you after one day. Before you went on that business trip together he had difficulties choosing the right kind of roses and by the time he cursed himself that he didn’t chose the white ones, representing his feelings clearer. Too late, but next time they would be white.

Just as he was determined to shake off his lust filled and kind of pity thoughts, the light in your windows were switched off. Yoongi waited a bit more. Two options possible. 1, you went to bed, it was late, almost midnight. 2, you had plans, leaving your apartment.

It was the second option, he had to ascertain. And your appearance shook him, awake now while he straightened behind the steering wheel to make sure his eyes didn’t lie. Luckily he parked a few metres away on the other side of the street as he watched you step out of the house, three persons following behind you; two women and a man. Yoongi felt kinda bad to spy on you in the dark, the voice in his head rolling on the floor laughing at him for his actions. Never had he thought that you would actually step out of your home at this time, it was a weekday. But then he remembered that he had told you to take off the rest of the week off for your bruised skin to recover before you started work again next monday.

And here you were, the most attractive young woman between two average looking ones – okay, maybe they were pretty, but his dark eyes were drawn to you. Black tights under a dark, short skirt, your ass so fucking round in it he had to hold himself back to call out for you. Your high heels were new for him and the dark red, tight blouse under the leather jacket clinging to your upper curves deliciously, his dick twitching in his suit pants. You stood in front of your door, waiting till your companions were ready to leave with you. Yoongi saw how your hair waved in the cool breeze of early autumn, knowing how it smelled, how you felt and he was ready.

Several questions clouded his tired mind. What were you doing so pretty tonight? Who was this damned man? Why wasn’t you by his side to make the night pleasurable for him? Why the hell was his cock erect from just looking at you? Too many questions, but the prominent ones about fucking you. That’s what he was here for anyway. Yoongi wanted you, the only girl in the world that could make him relax right now, annoyed by the fact that he had to jerk himself off another night, the third in a row.

He had to draw a line. All he felt for you was desire, hunger for your body, nothing more and that he knew while he decided to start the engine and drive off without looking back at you. He didn’t care whoever that man was, probably the boyfriend of one of the other two girls, not caring where you went off to tonight. The only thing he really wanted was to fuck you right now, his cock feeling tight under his pants. Cursing he had to turn into a darker alley, the way home too long to wait as his balls hurt already from being erect almost the entire day again. Fuck, he could’ve done it in his bureau, but no, here he parked in some shabby lane secluded from the main street, pants pulled down while his hand stroked his cock. The white pre cum pooling on his tip the prefect lubricant, his hand gliding over his shaft heavily. Pictures of you, naked and in all kinds of positions flooded his mind and it took no time for him to come with such thoughts. The white semen spurted in the handkerchief of his suit, the fabric soaked, coating his palm with some drops of his cum.

“Fuck”, was all he grunted, the tightness of his balls finally gone. Now he could drive home, but his thoughts never left your body in that damn tight crimson blouse. By the time he finally got home he was hard again, the night filled with low hisses as he came again picturing you bouncing on his dick inside his office.

The next few days he was content to punish you for not even telling him that you partied the night, the profile photo of the messenger speaking for you. Drinks in both hands, the guy from before in the middle of three women, his arm around your shoulders while grinning into the camera of a phone. He was too fucking close to his belonging and if something would have happened between the two of you, he didn’t know how would react, but one thing was for sure. Yoongi would be furious.

Thin ice you walked on and you better not pissed him off any further. The week was traced with him being mad about every small mistake of his employees, Ana Jung, your co-worker making his work as difficult as she could and he couldn’t wait for you to come back to smooth her mistakes out ere he got the files, sucking him dry the moment you entered the office. Only then he had seen her, her legs spread wide whenever Yoongi asked her in his office, getting weak after seeing you with that man, his hand touching you, your eyes telling him not to stop and one thing topped the other. He was horny the entire night, day, morning, every damn hour thinking about you and then it happened..

“Mr. Min?”, a knock disturbed him, waking him from his thoughts. Mr. Kim entered the office without Yoongi telling him to. He had a sheet in his hand, the hair brushed out his handsome face while he smiled, a huge one letting Yoongi’s lips twitch as well. Kim Seokjin was his best employee and after years of working with him a good friend of his. “I brought good news for you.”

Hey Yoongi,

you told me to call you before I come home, but my phone broke a few days ago and I hadn’t time to get a new one. I’ll be home tomorrow, so make sure to order some good food and clean my room for me, will you? Bought the best wine! Can’t wait to visit the company and a special stubborn girl. See you tomorrow.

Jimin

Yoongi beamed as he read the printed mail, the regret filled thoughts about some stupid mistake vanished. Until he looked at the date above his brother’s note. “When did you receive this?”

“Yesterday night, but I just printed it as I went home at five yesterday. My nephew’s birthday, remember?”, his assistant and friend explained. “Why do you ask?”

Just then another knock reached the two men before the door opened quietly, a grey haired man with a bright smile that reached his eyes peeked through the gap in the door. Jimin stepped inside Yoongi’s office who didn’t move, the shock of his brother’s arrival seeking through his body. He expected him in a week, maybe tomorrow, but not the instant.

“What’s with that disappointed look on your face? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Yoongi shook himself out of his shocked state, standing up to round his wooden desk. He opened his arms with his signature gummy smile, hugging his younger brother shortly.

“I didn’t expect to see you right now, and by the heavens not here”, Yoongi responded, motioning through the office. “You definitely sent your mail too late, Jimin.”

“One day before my arrival”, the man grinned, showing his crooked front tooth while looking astonished around the room. “Never thought your office was that stylish. More like old fashioned”, he smirked at his older brother who stepped back to lean against his desk next to Seokjin. He knew Jimin as well, greeting the man with a slight bow and a polite smile on his full lips.

“Can you leave for a moment?”, Yoongi turned towards his employee who nodded and after the door fell shut behind him, Jimin’s attention wandered back to his brother.

“How’s y/n doing?”, the younger one took a seat in front of his brother, legs crossed and arms lazily hung over the armrests as if it was his own office.

Yoongi’s eyes got a special sparkle, gloomy as he heard your name fall so easily from his lips. How was she doing? He was silent, not knowing how you were doing, his mind wandering back to you and then another picture shoving yours aside. He had to close his eyes shortly, abandoning the heaviest mistake he had done in ages.

“Guess it’s okay”, he shrugged his clothed shoulders, eyes locked with his brother who tilted his head, a knowing smirk plastered in his plump lips.

“Got tired of her already?”

By god, no, he thought. Would he be able to even get tired of you? He meant, your body was addicting, satisfying him perfectly. “No. But didn’t you want to move back in like a week?”, he tried to change the subject of you as fast as he could before his brother could melt one feeling after the other out of his eyes.

“Couldn’t wait to see you”, he flashed Yoongi his typical charming smile, not the slightest ashamed of this lie. “And of course I wanted to meet y/n again, too. So, tell me Yoongi. Why her? She has a loose mouth and seems not to notice what a dick you can be”, he laughed, holding his hand in front of his face. “Come on, a joke!”

“Not funny, Jimin”, Yoongi grinned, knowing exactly what his brother’s innuendo resulted in. In the past Yoongi was an asshole, using women only for his pleasure, making them do whatever he liked even if they despised him. He jumped on every girl he laid eyes on ere he was forced to study hard, his new longing his work, making money and being successful. These were times he had no self-control, his attitude and behaviour making every girl he had feelings for cry and in no time they were gone. It was always the same, so no wonder his brother brought it up. He himself didn’t know why you even agreed to his offer – the presents weren’t worth it for you, he knew it. And after you would hear about his recent shit you would end it in the blink of an eye, he knew it.

“Why’s she not here? I slandered over every fucking floor looking for her”, Jimin said, his expansive hand movement showing Yoongi how annoyed his brother was. “This place is damn huge and after one damn hour I gave up So, tell me, is she here? Or did you lie to me?”

What the fuck was Jimin’s problem? Why had he to ask so many freaking questions about you? He had no right to ask anyway! Therefore Yoongi circled his desk again, laying his head onto his folded hands on the wooden table. “Has the rest of the week off. Monday she will be here.”

“Mhm”, his younger brother hummed, smiling mocking at him. “I’m excited to see her, Yoongs.”

“Can we fucking change the subject? You get on my nerves talking shit about her the whole time. Better start pulling out a sheet and write down what I tell you to. The first thing is: Don’t get on my nerves”, Yoongi scoffed while Jimin only laughed, holding onto the armrests at his brother’s remark.

Monday morning came faster than you expected, the week off flying by too fast for your liking. You had spent some days working out, visiting your parents and foremost going out with Pia and Sarah, her annoying boyfriends with them almost every night. The tries coaxing them into leaving their partners at home fruitless wherefore the nights most contained you alone dancing on the dance floor while they made out somewhere in the clubs.

The rest of the time you walked around the city, went shopping and although you didn’t want to, prepared some sheets for work. It gave not a minute you had time to think about Min Yoongi, the one you admired far too much, your sensitive spots crying to be touched the instant you lay in bed at night. Your body wanted him, the feelings in your head muting.

It was time. Today you would finally get him again! Therefore you dressed in some cute mini skirt, a lavender colored blouse, leaving your panties at home. At least today it should be allowed, your undies would be thrown away anyway after he finished inside you.

“Y/n!”, a female voice called your name the instant your feet touched your work-floor. Ana jumped out of her chair, rushing to you before she laid her hands on your shoulders. “I need your help! God, I missed your company. Where were you? Why was he back, but you weren’t? Were you sick? Why didn’t you call me if that’s the reason. I tell you, the office was on fire the whole week, the boss’ mood on the bottom of his damn expensive floor!”

You had to collect your thoughts after you were bombarded with so many questions at once. Ana talked too much, your mind not able to follow everything she hastily said to you.

“I wasn’t sick, had the week off”, you assured her with a faint smile. The reason for your absence a secret from everybody but Yoongi and you. “But what do you meant with 'on fire’? Did something happen?”

The tall women shook her head, stress straining her pretty face, eye bags clearly darker than the last time you saw her. “Min Yoongi happened, y/n. He had the worst mood since I started working here. Seems tense and stressed. And maybe the office wasn’t on fire, but my ass. I made so many mistakes again and even the good reports were sent back!”, she walked back to her desk while you followed her in silence. “You need to help me, please. I can’t do this anymore. Mr. Min had called me inside his office almost four times this week. Four fucking times.”

Oh oh. That wasn’t the greeting you had expected and the relaxing week suddenly decomposing in front of your eyes. Sighing you took a seat across Ana’s and contemplated what next steps you would’ve to take. Late nights would be daily again, thank you Ana.

“Have you done it as we talked about? Didn’t Mr. Kim help you out?”

She nodded, her expression a mess of fear and tension. “He had no time for us employees this week. Some important person, a business man or whoever he is, arrived last week and Mr. Kim had to organise so many things for him that he was too busy helping me with my own shit.”

You nodded, taking a look at her reports and she did everything right in your eyes. “Give me some time, will you?” With that you started your work, eyes running through the marked pages and had to admit that she did not as bad as before as to why you didn’t understand the overreaction from your boss., the relaxing atmosphere in your bones from your free week missing as if it never was there.

After two hours you finished her files and told her that she did good. “Guess he had a bad week. Try as hard as you did with these one and by time everything will be alright”, you smiled at her, handing the files back.

“Thanks, y/n”, Ana said, her usually cheerful personality slowly creeping back into her smile. “Have you seen the business man I told you about? Every female human in this company is talking about his charms.” That’s how you liked her. Chattering and cheerful, slowly but steadily she was back to her normal state, the mischief she had in her eyes sparkling. But to her disappointment you shook your head with a laugh. “I haven’t seen him myself, but he is told to resemble our boss and by god, if he is really as charming as everyone says, I will catch him myself”, she winked at you and you knew that she would be able to do just that.

“Who is gonna catch who?”, a male, dark voice, kind of familiar sounded through the floor. The same one which called you a whore only a week ago. Rolling your eyes you scoffed, rubbing your hands over your face before you stood up.

“No one”, you said, bowing ere you motioned Ana to do it alike. “It’s nice to see you, again.”

Plump lips stretched over perfect white teeth, a tiny dimple on the right side of his cheek showing as Jimin reached for your hand. His smile didn’t reach his eyes to its fullest, scorn and interest glistering inside his dark oculars as he locked eyes with your own. “Pleasure is mine, y/n. Or wait, what’s your last name?”

“Y/l/n”, your answer was stiff, the same way your body cramped as your hand touched his for a short moment before his attention turned towards Ana, whose eyes got wide, her pretty face contoured in a bright smile.

“And yours?”, Jimin took Ana’s hand and squeezed it a few times, his smile as charming as the rumours told.

“Jung. Ana Jung.”

“Beautiful name, Ana. I’m Park Jimin, younger brother of Min Yoongi and new chairman of our partner firm”, he introduced himself and as he spoke out his brother’s name, your knees got weak what didn’t go unnoticed as Jimin knowingly pulled his eyebrows up. “Will you attend the meeting today?”

“They will”, another voice reached your small group of people. Goosebumps and shudders lining your body at Yoongi’s deep voice. He wore his typical costly looking suit, the grey thatch neatly combed with the same aura surrounding him as always. Dangerous, smart and mighty, steps large and confident as he stepped out his own elevator to come closer to the small group of yours. The only vast difference was the glance he shot towards you. Glaring, dark eyes pierced through your own, anger and hunger mixing inside his dark orbs as he locked eyes with you for a brief moment.

“Three pm, not a single second later at the meeting room one floor above. I expect excellent work from you, Miss Jung as you will hold the meeting today”, Yoongi said, his eyes laying on Ana as she stood there, stiff limbs and wide eyes.

“B-but..”

“No but. I thought you wanted to as a sign that your presentations are a lot better than your recent work.” With that he turned around, signalling his brother to follow him back to the hidden, two sided mirrored elevator. He avoided looking at you and didn’t even talk a word to you which made you strangely angry and sad at the same time, his last week’s behaviour utterly different from his current one.

Your gaze followed the two men and as Yoongi turned around to push the elevator’s button you caught him staring back at you. The glances you exchanged told you that you fucked things up, but couldn’t get a hold of one thing that might be the cause of his glare. Yoongi didn’t turn away, not even as the metal doors closed. You couldn’t read him, not today as to why you started to feel anxious. Now that you developed a few feelings you didn’t expect him to end the agreement so soon. You weren’t ready, not after the sex inside the whirlpool or the time he shot you one of his sparsely given smiles.

The time went by too slowly. After two hours of work you had everything ready and helped Ana with her new task. You two made good progress as you looked at your watch and decided it would be the perfect opportunity for a short break.

Ana and you sat beside one of the huge windows at the ground of the big building, other employees also eating their lunch next to you. Mostly women consorted with you, chatting about their work, weekends or other personal stuff, but your thoughts were everywhere but on their talk.

What if Yoongi already was tired of you? Was it your outgoing personality or the way you couldn’t satisfy him? Weren’t you enough for him? He hadn’t 'cheated’, had he? Too many questions roamed your hazy mind as you poked around your food, no appetite as long as you stood in the dark. It would take a few hours until you could speak to him alone, too long for your liking. How were you supposed to concentrate further on your work or some files?

“I tell you he didn’t get a good fuck in a while”, Ana grunted next to you. “He even forced me to hold today’s presentation! Can you believe that his brother is the complete opposite from his asshole?”

Your attention was drawn by her words. She was angry at Yoongi, you would too, if he decided to push you into the cold water with your first important presentation ever.

“Have you heard that one young woman tried to seduce him last week?”, one of the women at your table said, Nina, Nora or what her name might be. Her words let you choke on your food, coughing heavily not to die at your first bite from your apple. Was she for real? Yoongi sleeping with another women than yourself? You couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t do it, right? Or would he? Therefore you tried to listen to the next sentences which were exchanged, turning your stomach upside down.

“She only talks about it, right? How can she be proud of sleeping with her boss? I hate her anyway, so they seriously fit each other”, another women said, holding her fork in the air. “But he hadn’t agreed nor denied it until now, right?”

“Guess she just made it up”, Ana said, shoving a bite of her sandwich inside her pink painted mouth. What was going on? You stood up without realising it, the rumours too much for you right now. You could cope with them if you knew Yoongi treated you as he always did, but not if he showed you his cold shoulder, glaring at you with anger.

“Excuse me”, you said, rushing to the door that led towards the elevators. You took the first one, going up the highest floor of your company. With nervous, but confident steps you walked straight to Yoongi’s office, knocking and entering it without hesitation or invitation to come in.

“Min Yoongi, I have to talk to y-”, your last word stuck in your throat you stopped your movements immediately.

A young women, maybe a few years older than you, leaned into your boss, her short skirt pulled higher than necessary as she lay her hands next to his on Yoongi’s desk. She was pretty and you definitely recognized her as the one who told the rumours about her sleeping with the chairman. And even you had to admit that it looked exactly like that, too intimate her movements for a usual employee. Therefore you gritted you teeth, hands balled into fists and limbs cramped while you stood there, waiting for your 'lover’ to direct his gaze from her tits towards you. But only slowly, as if he didn’t really care you burst inside his office, he tilted his head, eyes darting in your direction with a smug smirk on his heart shaped lips, his emotions unfathomable.

“Miss y/l/n, can I talk to you in private after Miss Wen is gone?”, his tone was calm, reserved as he spoke to you, a hand motioning for you to turn around and leave until he allowed you to enter again. “Bring the files for the upcoming meeting from Miss Jung please.”

You didn’t say a word, a stinging pain inside your chest as you closed the door behind you, steps heavy while you turned around, your hand wiping one stupid salty thing from your cheek. He was a chairman, a cold one towards you, but that asshole attitude was new. Was he doing her inside his office right now? You were dumb for thinking he would only fuck you, the agreement about other partner for both, but it was only for you.

“If that isn’t y/n.”

Nice, the second person you really didn’t want to see right now stood in front of you, his plump lips curled into a faint smile. You just nodded, pushing your body past Jimin’s to get access of the elevator he stepped out from.

“Yoongi is busy, better knock before you go in”, you spit, the doors closing while you and Jimin looked in each others eyes, his usually mocking, suggestive one wide with shock at you expression, yours gloomy and heated.

Several different thoughts clouded your mind, the picture of that bitch bending down in front of Yoongi, his veiny hands on her ass like they were on yours, his raspy voice in her ears as he spoke profanities of dirty things he would do to her next. Who knows what they were doing? And by the way, you had no right to judge him anyway. The two of you had agreed that you weren’t allowed to fuck someone else, but he never told you that this condition would count for the both of you.

Hands rubbing once over your face, you felt how the strange jealousy and pain slowly started to change into anger, a bit of anxiety mixed in. You were too easy to handle, right? Too naïve to agree to something like that with someone as mighty and cold as Yoongi. A loud scoff rang through the floor while you stomped towards your desk to snatch the material for Ana’s presentation he had longed for, but ere you could move back you had to visit the bathroom, traces of damn stupid feelings on your face, readable for everyone who laid eyes on you. Your reflection never looked that pissed, pain contouring it as well as another feeling; anger. Mixed emotions circled through your head while you splashed water in your face to clear your thoughts. And while you did that, you decided to confront him, the best and easiest method to get to know if he kind of 'cheated’ on you or if all the rumours were nonsense. You prayed to god for the last option, but your intuition told you there was more than a one-sided attraction between them.

Paralysed your feet wouldn’t take you any further as out the elevator of the last floor, people looking strangely at you while you stood there, not moving an inch with a lot of files in your hands and the most pissed expression on your face. If someone would come near you, they would see a thin layer of ice on your shoulders as the person you momentarily hated the most walked light-footed out of Yoongi’s office, her long ponytail swinging from side to side whereas a bright, arrogant smile was plastered on her rather pretty face the moment she saw you. Trembling you waited for her to pass you, but she never did, stopping right in front of your own appearance.

“Better knock when you want to meet Yoongi. Who knows what you could see the next time”, even her voice sounded smug, pure arrogance and confidence vibrating out her body. You hated her for that, no trace of an insecurity, only confidence, in her looks and the way she moved around. “Yoongi already waits for you, better hurry before he gets pissed again.”

Yoongi? Fucking Yoongi? Closing your eyes you tried to collect the few restraints not to throw the sheets you held in your hands at her. The simple sound of his name resonating from her lips made you furious. Not even you were allowed to call him by his first name, especially not in public let alone in the company. As you felt heat rush to your cheeks, hands shaking you just nodded at her. The small movement let your thoughts explode, but it was the best way to cope with her cutting words. Her eyes roamed your body up and down before she victoriously smiled, her long legs taking her away from you. If you would’ve one free hand, your middle finger would wave her goodbye, you swore.

Now it was time to confront him and woe betide him, he should tell you the fucking truth. If he fucked her, the agreement was over for you, if he didn’t then he better explained his shitty behaviour towards you.

“Come in”, you heard his deep voice answer to the three loud knocks you left on his door to signal your arrival.

Silently you closed the door, turning the key inside it’s lock while you felt your blood boil furiously. Faked lazily you turned around, walking past the two padded chairs in front of his desk to drop the files with a loud thud next to the paper he currently worked on, the breeze from your heavy move let it fly away, the ink of his pen smearing it’s white surface.

Your eyes darted down to Yoongi, his own seeming shocked for a second ere they got back to being cold and reserved, his head tilted in your direction while the sheet landed on the ground a few metres away from you two.

“Unnecessary”, he said aloud, the ice in his voice shown to you. “Lift it up”, it was an order, but you didn’t move, not even as his eyes locked with yours, disbelief and challenge lacing them.

“Explain”, you just said, leaning against the desk to face him. “And don’t even try to lie to me.��

Now it was his time to do what you said, not the way around. You wanted answers. It was a week, a fucking week and he treated you as if the time in the hotel never happened. As if you two were not constantly fucking each other and as if he couldn’t care less the moment you woke up today. Maybe it was your imagination, but you felt as if Yoongi wasn’t sure anymore with everything he offered you. It kind of hurt to admit it, but you were afraid he would just cancel it and do as if you never had anything with each other, the damn feelings you shoved to the back of your head blurring your vision. But you could never say it, not as long as he wouldn’t tell you his feelings first – even though you were sure he didn’t feel anything other than lust towards you. “Go. On.”

An annoyed sound fell from his lips while he crossed his arms in front of his chest, orbs roaming your body the same way his bitch already glanced at you which made you angry.

“Okay, you don’t want to talk, then fuck yourself the next weeks”, you scoffed at him and to your surprise did the corner of his mouth twitch, a signal that a smile or grin would contour his lips in no time.

“What do you wanna hear, y/n?”, Yoongi pulled his eyebrows up. “Don’t you think you should tell me something first? Like who the fucking guy on your damn picture is? He is touching you. And you are mine, nobody’s touching what belongs me”, his voice was calm, too calm for you while he stood up slowly, his body smooth under the costly looking suit.

You were startled at his accusation, the man in your photo Pia’s new boyfriend, nobody else but a friend of yours now. Therefore it was your time to cross your arms, your eyes still unsure what to show him.

“I asked first”, best choice of words ever.

“And I don’t care, y/n. Answer me”, Yoongi was closer to you than you liked it right now, his presence, fragrance and heat radiating from him was too much for you to think straight.

“A fucking friend, Mr. Min”, you emphasized his name extremely, signalling him that you already new who could call him by his forename and who didn’t. “I went out with some friends and the man is just my best friend’s damn stupid boyfriend. And now explain what that bitch meant by all her big bad mouthing!”, your mask slowly started to crumble, anxiety taking the front after you really tried to stay calm, confronting him on an adultery level, failing if he wouldn’t start to clear the fronts.

“Miss Wen?”, his gaze burned in yours, the emotion behind his brown eyes unfathomable. The name of hers itself falling from his pink lips drove you crazy, your mind clouded as he innocently spoke her name out. “What have you heard?”

“What wasn’t I allowed to hear?”, you answered with a counter question, a straight line now on your lips. You waited, but all he did was stare at you, thoughts running wild in his own mind, the mask on his pale face a non-transparent structure of coldness, perfectly still. “I’m not allowed to fuck other men, but you are the exception or what?”

Yoongi still didn’t say a word to your assumption of him sleeping with his other employee, but your nerves were super tensed right now. “I haven’t fucked her”, he mumbled, his eyes darting to the door. “Never have.”

Relief washed over you, his announcement lifting the heavy stone from your heart that felt a lot lighter after he had spoken the needed words. He hadn’t slept with her, which didn’t imply that she hadn’t sucked him off though or hadn’t given him a hand job or whatever she was capable of. Maybe he had eaten her out.. This thought was hastily pushed back again. But the others present and lined with a neon frame.

“Anything else?”

“I don’t know why I should give you an explanation of where my dick was the last fucking days! Stop that, you get on my nerves!”, Yoongi snapped, his composure slowly crumbling while he furiously stared at you, eyes darker than ever, but a flickering light of realisation made him stop in his movement. Be it your own expression or an invisible might that held him back, he stopped, lips pressed on another while not moving an inch anymore.

His reaction was enough to know that something definitely happened, if it wasn’t sex than any other physical contact. Your cheering heart clenched tightly in your chest while you held your hand up your mouth, covering the gape which separated your lower lip from the upper one. He was serious, right? His whole body screamed out what he wouldn’t form into words. With strong volition you held the hot fluids forming in your eyes back. He didn’t deserve to see you cry, not over his stupid behaviour. Why did you feel like that anyway? You had no right to.

“Baby girl, I promise you that I never slept with her”, Yoongi’s hands shot forward, wanting to touch your shoulders, but you smacked them away.

“What then, Yoongi? Suck you dry? Making your come with her huge tits? What?”

His hands fell back to his sides, his crumbling mask let you see sparks of regret and anger. He felt anger towards you? You had the right to be at least angry, not sad or whatever, but mad.

“She gave me a blow job last week”, he admitted, his black colored eyes locking with yours. What you saw in them was enough for you to turn around. Not the tiniest feeling of compassion, common-sense or insight. Nothing. Scorn, might and self-assurance was all you witnessed. If he would apologise you wouldn’t even believe him, so you just walked back the way to the door, opened it and rushed to the toilets. Yoongi never followed you, not even his head was looking out his office, the only move his hand closing the door with a loud thud that resonated through the whole floor, all eyes shot towards his now closed bureau.

You frantically held your emotions back. Not a chance you would cry because of that jerk. Never.

The cold water woke you up from your rather drunken state, droplets spilling down your blouse inside your bra, but you couldn’t feel the coldness, your body numb from his statement.

“Fuck”, you heard your own voice sounding through the clean bathroom on the last floor, the mirror reflecting you again, wide eyes, flushed skin with watering eyes. Pathetic. You couldn’t come up with another word. How could one man drive you that crazy? Make you mad with that mistake although you two weren’t even in love, a couple or anything else. You were his bitch, he was your boss and sugar daddy, nothing more and nothing less.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. You tried to get your own ease back, his announcement and the ache in your chest made it impossible to think straight, breathe hitching. You had to find a solution with your rational, rightful half of your working brain. There were a few options forming inside your head. The most prominent one to slap him and this bitch before destroying his fucking office with all his belongings, but you rather refrained from such actions, they might cost you your job. Might.

Either you would confront him again, trying to talk things through and add another thing on the list of your own conditions or end the contract today, right now. Your heart tightened at the thought of ending whatever bond built between you two, your neglected feelings cheering, the feeling of loneliness protesting inside your mind.

Two options. One would it be if you wanted it or not, but while the clock hands slowly creeped further the upcoming meeting approached, a cold shudder running down your spine. Yoongi, Ana, Jimin and this whore would be present. Groaning you splashed another wave of cold water in your face.

“You can do it, y/n. He is just a stupid fucker who will come and beg you to come back to him”, you tried to cheer yourself up, the words leaving your mouth loud and clear pushing your self-esteem up. Sighing you dried you face before you waited another minute, your gaze fixated on your face. It wasn’t the time to drop your shoulders and give up.

“Y/n!”, it wasn’t the man you wanted to call out to you as you left the bathroom half an hour before the meeting. Jimin rushed to you, his face traced with worry. “Wait, please. Just a minute!”

You stopped reluctantly. He was also a chairman and you only a meek employee with low wage. “What can I do for you?”, you asked, faking a friendly smile. It was time to rebuild the mask you dropped inside Yoongi’s office.

Jimin watched you intensely, his eyes darting from the drops of water on your blouse to the one wetting the ends of your hair. “Is everything alright between you and Yoongi?”, his voice was no more than a low whisper. “He seems too tense since last week and now..that.” He gestured towards your soaked upper half, eyes still filled with saltiness.

“Sure all fine and good. Couldn’t be better”, you said hastily, hands adjusting your clothes. Your lie was too obvious.

“You’re a bad liar, y/n”, Jimin smiled at you, his hands shoved inside his suit pants.

“I know, okay? So what do you want?”, you scoffed, voice loud at first, but as you realised your rude tone you had to reprimand yourself. “Please, Jimin.”

Your boss’ brother tilted his head, a motion that resembled his brother’s precisely. “Nothing in particular to be honest. I just wanted to let you know how shitty you look right now. Better fix your clothes in the next”, he pulled his left sleeve up to glance at his expensive watch. “ten minutes.”

What? You had over half an hour until the meeting! You turned around in a haste to look for the clock on the wall. Jimin was right, ten fucking minutes and you were nearly drenched, bra slightly showing through the thin fabric of your lavender colored shirt. Panic may be shown on your face as Jimin started to chuckle, his hand held above his face before he pulled you behind him towards Yoongi’s private elevators.

“No, I can’t ride those-”

“I’m also a boss here, forgot that?”, he cocked his brows up, a faint smile still on his lips while he pulled you behind him in the metal booth, pushing the button on the bottom of the line that lead to the parking lot underneath the company.

“What’re you doing, Jimin? I can’t go shopping or drive home, the clock is ticking here.”

“Can you chill just a second?”, he rolled his brown eyes while crossing his arms. “Mind wearing someone else’s shirt?”

You had no chance but to nod.

“Great, then you can have a bright pink blouse”, he grinned, eyebrows wiggling and without doubt belonged this shirt the last girl he fucked inside his car. Who knew, maybe it was still warm.

“Turn around, you pervert”, your chest was heaving as you tried to hide your lacy bra from all eyes, especially Jimin’s, who sat in the drivers seat, his dark orbs cast in shadows while watching you change clothes. The fact that you had no panties on hindering you from shielding yourself with your legs. “It’s not for your eyes!”

“I know, I know”, he chuckled, but obeyed, his view now directed to the other expensive cars which parked next to his white one. It suited him, his personality playful, charming, white. Unlike his brother whose car was black as the night. Asshole.

After getting dressed in a way too tight blouse, buttons strongly holding onto the material you jumped off the car to rush with Jimin to the meeting which was held by Ana. Not even two minutes left while Jimin pushed the stud upwards. Your hands trembled at the thought of Yoongi and Miss Wen in the same room. Would he sit next to her? Touch her? Would she touch him? What if they did-

“I lend the shirt to you, don’t destroy those buttons, y/n!”, Jimin stopped the nervous tugging of your fingers at the already loosened button at the top of the collar. His hands felt warm on yours while your eyes panic locked with his. “It’s okay, don’t look at me like this. I won’t rip your head off even if you bust it.”

You shook your head. That would be the least reason you had anxiety mixed within your emotions. It was his brother, but you kept it a secret.

“Are you sure everything’s alright with you?”, the elevator’s doors tried open, but Jimin switched the lever to stop it from opening.

“Stop it, Jimin. All good, all fine and now let’s get going, we are late already”, you didn’t dare to meet his gaze, afraid he might see the pain behind your own while you tried to push his hand away.

“Try again.”

“Okay, fine. Your brother wasn’t as nice to me today. Is that enough? If not, then wait till I tell you myself”, finally able to reach the lever you stormed out on the corridor towards the already closed doors to the meeting room, Jimin close behind you. He seemed as your saviour, but actually turned out to be the one who made your life harder now. You knew that you owed him at least an explanation the next time you two would be alone.

“I’m sorry for the disruption”, you narrowed your eyes to your shoes while entering the room after faintly knocking, eight peoples’ eyes fixated on you.

“You’re two minutes late, Miss y/l/n. I don’t like unpunctuality. What took you so long?”, you heard Yoongi’s voice although you didn’t really dare to look up, seeing him with Miss Wen would be too much. Even though the tone of his voice let shivers run down your spine, typically bossy, arrogant and cold.

“I was the cause. Couldn’t find the right room, so Miss y/l/n helped me out a little”, Jimin smirked at his brother, your eyes going wide at his words. He lied. It wasn’t as obvious, but he still lied to your boss (lover, sugar daddy whatever) for you. While you couldn’t stop staring he winked at you, pushing you softly towards a free seat, taking his own right beside you. Just then you noticed who actually sat next to Yoongi. Ana. Miss Wen? Almost groaning you looked left to you, there she was.

“Start”, Yoongi’s low voice resonated from the walls as he gestured for Ana to begin with her presentation. Whereas you watched him across the table, his dark suit, his neatly styled hair, his veiny hands which laid lazily on the table, his slightly closed eyes whose looked in yours. Not the tiniest emotion inside his oculars, yours open as a book.

“As you can see does the…”

You couldn’t listen to your friend’s presentation, her voice only a dull sound like the ocean on a sunny day, its waves quietly after some time. Neither he nor you moved while you stared at each other, his mask gradually crumbling in front of you, but before you could guess the first thing he built it again, this time to perfection. His eyes never left yours, and while you felt awkward to blankly stare at your boss while in a meeting, you swallowed the knot in your throat. It was intimate, a silent conversation between him and you, his eyes speaking, but you didn’t want to listen, avoiding yours after the first unspoken words. Don’t be a bitch, baby girl. Let’s just forget- Not a chance he would be able to talk to you like that, not even if those words weren’t even formed loudly. Therefore you turned your attention towards Ana, who nervously chatted, hands shaking while pointing towards the power point presentation behind her. Up until now you found her reports and solutions quite good, well at least those you actually listened to – could be because you had filled her sheet two thirds yourself.

“What was that?”, it was Jimin who leaned in, his arm touching yours, face dangerously close to your ear. “Exchanging dirty secrets with your boss right next to his little brother?”

You flinched, almost colliding with Jimin’s head, your gaze telling him to shut up. A slight shake, unnoticeable if he wouldn’t have been only centimetres away. But he smirked, his view telling you mischief and amusement, a bit of worry still lacing his eyes. Jimin was sneaky and you better refrained from coming too close to him now. Whatever he thought, he would whisper it in your ear for everyone to notice and be suspicious if you didn’t stop him.

“Any questions?”, Ana’s loud voice reached your ears while Jimin and you still stared at each other, a silent challenge filling the air around you two. Several hands shot up. Your eyes got wide seeing the one hand you better not wanted in the air, hatred you never felt for her filling your eyes to the deepest corners. If she tried to say something negative you were ready to strengthen Ana’s back even more! Therefore you straightened, oculars fixated on Yoongi as Miss Wen started ranting about Ana’s arguments, her own vaguely thin, without content at all. But what interested you a lot more was that Yoongi never even looked at her, Miss Wen’s eyes constantly flying over to him, seeking his attention, but what she was looking for was on you.

“And I don’t think her presentation had enough content to fill the clients needs in information”, she ended her negative critics, proudly smiling at Yoongi, whose eyes still were fixated on you, telling you to defend your co-worker and friend and so you did.

Smoothly, without haste you stood up your upper body and hips stroked by Jimin’s arm that was pressed against you, chair pushed back while you coughed slightly to steady your voice. “I’m honest, Miss Wen, Miss Jung did an excellent presentation. She was prepared, her speech smooth and her arguments had good content. The report which represented the wrong way to deal with the problem of-” It didn’t last long before all eyes lay on you, Jimin’s and Miss Wen’s included, wide, interested eyes. You definitely stated your opinion, defending your friend and doing a pretty fine expression on your boss and your departments head Mr. Kim. “Therefore I think your arguments are too thin to be a load of criticism, Miss Wen.” As thin as your eyebrows, bitch.

Another voice resonated through the room after you took your seat again, a happy, thankful smile on Ana’s lips and an interested one on Yoongi’s. It made you nervous, but you didn’t dare to look away again, it was no personal matter right now, seeking your boss’ opinion was important even though he hurt you on another level today.

“I have to agree with Miss y/l/n. Miss Jung, good job, keep it up and maybe I will hire you in the future”, Jimin shot his charming smile towards Ana, nudging you unnoticed for everyone. He helped you out, again. What have you done to deserve this?

“Miss Wen, please refrain from negative critics next time. Your arguments were vaguely and if you would’ve listened while in elementary school, you would’ve known that first the positive aspects should be listed before telling someone the less strong arguments”, Yoongi pulled his eyebrows up, scribbling something on his sheet while lecturing her without even looking up a second, your heart pounding in your throat. He did it to prove you that she didn’t mean anything to him, right? Or was it daily routine for him? You interpreted more into it than you should, dumb sheep. “Miss Jung, please sit down, I handle the rest from here on.”

The rest of the meeting went past way too fast, your eyes constantly wide at Yoongi’s professional behaviour, his brother, whose first meeting it was, too, exchanged excited glances with you now and then. He must’ve felt proud of his brother, admired him and wanted to be like him in a few years, his hands writing down everything Mr. Min talked about, his sheet full of notes at the end. You observed his gestures, his non-existent smile on the heart shaped lips while he explained some issues the company had to handle in the next weeks, using Ana’s notes as examples.

“Miss Jung, Miss y/l/n, please stay for a while”, his speech was finished with those words as he took a seat to write something down next to his own notes.

Ana and you waited, the other attendees rushing back to their workplace, except Jimin and Miss Wen. He laid his hand on your shoulder, leaning in. “Show that bitch, y/n.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words. Was it so obvious what was going on? Had you overstepped the line? Did Jimin know what his brother did and wouldn’t talk to you? Gulping you turned around, but Jimin just winked, slandering out of the room. Miss Wen on the other side sat down beside Yoongi, her hands underneath the table and the pictures in your head burned down your last bits of self control. If she did what you imagined, then you would run riot in not time. But it wasn’t like that as Yoongi’s eyes darted towards her.

“Can you leave? I have to discuss something with my other employees”, he sounded annoyed, nerves stretched over his already thin patience. “Now. Leave.”

Pouting the thin woman stood up, her eyes showing the all too familiar arrogance as she walked past you, gaze fixated on you as if she knew that she wasn’t the only one he had eyes for.

“Sit down”, another command, Yoongi’s hands also under the table. “I know that those notes aren’t yours Miss Jung. Please refrain from help the next time I ask you to hold such a meeting. If you have problems with some files or finding solutions, go to the company’s library and study whatever you need to do your job on your own.” Busted. How? “That’s all I wanted to say. Use those sheets as a pattern for your next weeks own presentation.” He dismissed her with a motion towards the door and as you also wanted to stand up, he stopped you. Maybe you should have only told her to write down the notes herself while explaining its content instead of doing her work yourself. You just hoped he had compassion for her, and you as you really didn’t want to get Ana into trouble for helping her out last minute.

The door fell in its lock as you turned to Yoongi, your eyes darting around the windows behind his back, the weather a constant downpour the last few days. You didn’t want to be alone with him, but at the same time you really wanted to be alone with him, clearing the mess inside your head.

“Baby girl”, a rather weak sound, all emotions he felt put in one word. Goosebumps formed on your arms, your eyes meeting his while swallowing hard. It wasn’t a small issue, not for you though. She sucked him off, touched him, put her mouth around his dick. Too much for you, although you were sure that if they would’ve fucked your heart would be shattered.

“What?”, you sounded sharp, not what you wanted to express, but it was close. “Wanna spill the details now?”

“Stop that, okay? I’m trying to apologise, so stop bitching or go”, he growled, his hand shooting forward to pull you by your blouse, the already loose button falling off. And here you thought you heard regret in that soft word which fell from his lips, not that anger. Split mind. “And what is this, hm?”

You frowned, his behaviour making you furious again. He had no fucking right to accuse you of cheating yourself, nor had he the right to break those damn buttons off of your only lent blouse.

“Your brother helped me out, okay?”, you scoffed, swiping his hand off your collar. “I’m waiting, Min Yoongi, apologise, explain or I’m really going back to work.”

An exaggerated sigh filled the air around you, his hand dropping back to his lap, body leaning against the rest of the chair. Yoongi snarled a moment, his thoughts running wild inside his head, before he constrained himself to speak up, apologising his least favourite thing in the world. “I’m sorry about that incident, y/n. I really am, but I was so fucking furious, okay? Seeing something that is supposed to be mine with someone else made me blackout. I wanted to..”, he made a break while you crossed your arms, tongue roaming around your inner cheek to stay put. “kind of visit you, fuck you and I saw you going out of your house with him, then this damn photo and not a single message from you. Let me be honest, I’m not jealous, it’s just if you don’t behave as I want, then this agreement is over.”

Such news were new. He had seen you? He seriously waited in front of your apartment to see you? You had to blink at his words, too much information right now. So, Yoongi had this bitch to suck him off just because he thought about you hooking up with Pia’s boyfriend?

“Are you for real? What about asking me, huh? I may have agreed to this shit, but let me tell you, I don’t belong you, Min Yoongi. And if we really want this to continue better go through the conditions again. Add up 'Min Yoongi isn’t allowed to fuck other women’ as well. Don’t treat me like shit just because you pay me for this! I’m also a human and if you want to fuck other women, this agreement is for the dogs, don’t you think so? Man, I’m mad at you!”, had you just told him that you wanted to go on or end this? “Don’t even think about fucking me the next days!”

You wanted to stand up, you needed time to think about this shit. But a hand stopped you.

“I’m firing her”, he whispered, his eyes locked with yours. “Not just because of that, but she’s useless anyway, you’ve seen it yourself. Just don’t be like that. I-I..”

Your eyes got wide at his next words.

“I want only you, got that? I know I fucked up big time, but let me tell you that there is nobody who knows what I really want, despite you, y/n..baby girl. She gave me head, so what? It was the worst I ever had and here I thought she could compensate for the time you were absent.. Don’t break things off so fast, I try to make it up to you, I promise. No more playing with other women until you say otherwise.”

Another lie? Could Min Yoongi form such words out of honesty? You doubted it, but sighed and sat back down, adjusting your half opened blouse. “I don’t want to hear a single word about her out of your mouth, Mr. Min.”

He nodded, exhaling loudly as he circled the table to get to you. “Never going to happen again, and you add up 'Y/n y/l/n has to inform Min Yoongi if she goes out with other men’. If you want to fuck them tell me before you do it, okay? I regret what happened. But you’re back now.”

Perplexed you looked at him. Before I wanted what? “I thought-”

“You’re mine, y/n, but I can understand if you say you want payback.”

The fuck? Payback? Who wanted such things? What crazy illusions did he live in? You didn’t say a single word about that, but it felt strange to agree silently to this. Never had you heard about something like that. Was it normal in such a contract?

Yoongi turned your chair around, leaning in to grab your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your face close to his.

“Everything alright again, baby girl?”

You shook your head as far as you were able to. “It takes time to erase the picture of this bitch’s lips around your cock”, you spit the words a little too hard, the grin on Yoongi’s lips deepening. “You just told me, so how can I be alright? Give me time to cope with this shit. You seriously have to work hard, Min Yoongi.” The last sentence was more of a faked dominance, but with luck he would do just that to compensate for his shitty action.

Sighing he leaned in, stopping close above your mouth, his dark brown orbs focused on your parted lips. “Dinner at eight, friday at my house.” With that you were free, his body back to his previous position. “My chauffeur will pick you up.”

“Dinner? You can cook?”, you asked, still pretty angry while hoping he would make up for it the next weeks, your phrase may have worked on him. Because you needed this time to get this pic out of your head ere you could fall back to your behaviour before this all went to the bottom of the ocean today.

“I can”, he smirked, but the usual scorn and might missed, replaced by regret and a spark of sorrow for the situation he had brought you both into. “So, you agree?”

“Okay”, you nodded reluctantly, still too hurt to feel excitement from his offer.

After Yoongi had released you with a faint smile you went back to your usual desk, Ana waiting for you with nervous eyes. You told her that everything’s fine, she didn’t have to fear to be fired and you neither as Jimin also made his appearance to check on you. He was pestering Ana and you to keep him company the next days for lunch, although you had rejected his invitation were you forced to come with Ana and Jimin from now on.

Tuesday you went to a small café near the company, Jimin’s treat while he told funny stories about the time abroad. It seemed as if he was a decent guy, with a lot of mischief in mind even though he was the head of a great company. He wouldn’t let you out of his brown eyes, smiling constantly at you, a way to cheer you up from your rather still depressed state. To your surprise did he never ask what happened after the meeting, guessing it went smoothly between you and his older brother.

Wednesday you and Ana had lunch alone, your co-worker sad that Jimin had to attend Yoongi’s meeting. She had told you that she had thrown her eyes on Jimin, his charms making her crazy. And in no time they had the first date, so she told you on friday after you three came back from the coffee shop a few blocks away.

“I asked him though, but he agreed immediately. Thanks to you y/n”, Ana smiled brightly at you, excitement and joy filling her pretty eyes.

“Me?”, you were clearly confused. What have you done for her to get a date with the second most mighty man in the firm?

“Jimin had told me that you helped him out last monday and then I told him that you also tried to save my stupid ass that day. So one thing topped the other and he said that he could help me instead of you the next time, teasing about you a lot while I offered him this weekend, and so that’s how it happened. God, I can’t wait to tonight!”

She hugged you, the way she informed and explained how you were responsible still a mystery. If you found it a good idea? Well, not really, but if Ana wanted him then that’s what you had to accept. As long as he wouldn’t play with her feelings. Two friends from work had dates with two brothers who were the heads of your company. This thought alone made you giggle as to why Ana wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“If we find a nice guy for you, then let’s go on a double date!”

You chocked on your laughter. Double date with Jimin and Yoongi..and Ana? No way.

“Sure thing”, you just told her, walking arm in arm back to work, your pale face unnoticeable as Ana chatted about her outfit for the night at the bar with Jimin and how she wanted to hook up at least once.

The day passed too slow in your opinion, filling reports, drinking tea, filling reports, talking with Ana about her date, filling reports. The clock hands wouldn’t move after your break, your heart starting to flutter with every hour that finally passed. Tonight you would see Yoongi again, after almost two weeks of no contact, except for monday and a brief moment on Wednesday as you and Mr. Kim had brought documents from the library up to his office. He had smiled at you faintly, the eye bags under his eyes as severe as you had seen them in the air plane last monday. As you lay the files next to his busy hand, he patted your back unnoticeable for Mr. Kim, a shiver running down your spine. Even though he had done some shit with Miss Wen, you wanted him so badly. Your body aching for his touch as to why you hastily collected your mind to follow Mr. Kim as he called for you, repressing the urge to bluntly sit down on Yoongi’s lap.

At five you rushed home, Ana’s tries to help her pick the right choice of clothes refusing. You had to look for a decent outfit yourself and had to take a long shower, shaving and creaming your body.

Punctual at eight a luxurious car stopped in front of your entrance, your heartbeat increasing at the fact that you would see Yoongi’s home for the first time in, like ever. The drive lasted about twenty minutes while you looked out the window, calming your racing heart with some deep inhales and slow exhales. You had put on some make up that looked soft, natural, but as you started to sweat because of nervousness you were afraid it might flow right down your neck towards your plain dark blue dress.

“We’ve arrived, Miss y/l/n”, a familiar voice woke you out of your nervous trance, holding the door open for you to step out. Smiling you thanked Yoongi’s personal chauffeur, looking at him in hopes he would lead you to the mansion Yoongi lived in. Because you stood in front of the most expensive hotel complex of your city, several people walking in and out, all dressed up in costly suits, dresses and coats.

You knew Yoongi had money, but renting a damn hotel room for a living? You had thought he had his own house, but not an apartment right in such a luxurious place like this hotel.

With wide eyes the chauffeur handed you a small card, folded neatly while he said his farewells.

Apartment 713

Swallowing the knot in your throat you made your way inside the lobby, slightly confused which way to go as a man in the hotel’s typical attire lead you to an elevator, his eyes telling you that you’re out of the place with everything you got, not even a faked smile showing while pressing the button at the top for you. The tenth floor signalled, you adjusted your dress a last time, checking your teeth before stepping out on the corridor.

“713”, you mumbled, walking past three other doors until you read the number on a door at the end of the floor. “Keep calm”, you reprimanded yourself, looking for a bell to ring as the door opened, an all too familiar face contoured in a charming smile greeting you. Jimin wasn’t the one you expected and the voice in your head told you to hide, maybe Ana was with him, but you saw only him in the door.

“Are we having a secret date I don’t know of or did Ana send you to cancel so you are her replacement?”, Jimin smirked, leaning lazily against the door frame in his casual shirt, three of the buttons open, revealing sparks of a toned chest, his arms crossed as to why the fabric stretched over his broad shoulders. He looked hot. Handsomeness in a pure form with his lopsided, lascivious smirk, eyes checking you out way to bluntly.

“If you’re Min Yoongi, then yes, we have a date”, you purred sweetly, Jimin’s dark oculars giving off the feeling that your comment wasn’t really funny. “Isn’t he home?”

“He is”, Jimin just said, motioning with his head to come in, and so you did. “Guess in the kitchen. Tell him I’m leaving and that he shouldn’t wait for me to come back anytime soon”, he looked you up and down again. “If he can even think straight.”

Jimin grabbed his coat, putting on some sneakers while winking at you as the door fell shut. What a handful Jimin was. Too attractive, too cheeky and way too sexy.

Only then you noticed that you stood inside a huge apartment, a living room as big as your entire flat, illuminated in soft light from above your head put in front of your eyes. Huge sofas, expensive paintings and statues lining the walls, a dozen vases, antic and old put under glass, electronic gadgets which had to cost more than your yearly wages across the couch, opposing to the older treasures this apartment had to offer. A glassy staircase lined the back of the living room, softly looking carpets topping it while you got a glimpse of more doors above you. The walls painted in light colors, brown, white, beige giving of the feeling of a warm home, the smell that intoxicated its atmosphere sweet, manly just like its owners. Only the mixture of good smelling food disturbed its perfection wherefore you called out to Yoongi, not knowing where the kitchen even was.

“Mr. Min?”, you tried again, this time a faint voice responding whereas you slowly slandered in its direction.

Yoongi also decided to greet you, a dark shirt, light jeans and neatly combed hair his appearance for tonight, his plain outfit let your heartbeat increase. He smiled at you faintly, his heart shaped lips lifted upwards, the meaning behind showing you that he would make up whatever he had done wrong.

“Tonight I’m Yoongi.”

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