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[melanieph321]

Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 1/6

I'm so excited for this one!🤭

Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!

Enjoy!

Miami did get a little crazy in the summer, thankfully it was your last year being a yacht girl. Yupp, you were keeping your promise. Once you were out of college you were putting your flip flops on a shelf and stuffing your bikini in the back of your pantie drawer. It was time to grow up and stop treating life like a circus. It was time to get a real job.

"But you'll still visit me when you move to Italy, won't you?" Izzy said, as the two of you shared a scooter on your way to the marina.

"Are you kidding? With my new salary I'm flying you out to visit me. We'll have so much fun together in Turin."

Although it was considered a job, you had formed many great friendships through yachting. Izzy was your best friend in the game, the one you never road without. If it hadn't been for Izzy teaching you the ways of the yachting game, you might as well have ended up in some really bad situations that a lot a girls do whilst seeking the fast way to earn some cash. It was important not to get too in awe of the experience. Izzy had tought you that. Izzy had also taught you that the biggest mistake girls in yachting did was fall in love with a client, a mistake you were thankful you had avoided throughout your career. Although college boys never realky gained your interest either.

"So who's this guy anyway?" You asked. "A nepo baby looking to party?"

"More like a self made billionaire. Raul says he owns like half of Serbia when it comes to real-estate."

"Impressive." You nodded. Your last job as as a yacht girl would be a breezer. It was easier to deal with rich entrepreneurs than spoiled nepo babies who believed to rule the world.

Or so you thought.

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"I think they're here." Alex said, looking over the boat deck, keeping an eye out for the girls. Once he spotted them Dusan rose from his taning bed, on his way to alert the crew to prepare the boat for departure.

"There's only two of them." Alex said, looking displeased as he returned from the deck, approaching his friend.

"Yes, one for you and one for me." Dusan said, pointing between the two of them.

"Man, you really have gone soft." Alex sighed. He was already suprised to be invited for a fun day out on his friend's new yacht, only to find the vessel empty of people if you excluded the crew members. "What happened to the old Dusan?" He said. "The one that likes to party. The one that taught me that the more the merrier, huh?"

Dusan chuckled. "I guess he's retired."

"At twenty four? How sad."

"Look, we can still have a good time. The girls said that they were up for anything."

"Yeah, but if I know you you're probably gonna ask them to watch you take a nap."

Dusan shook his head, a smile in his lips.

"When did you get so boring man, is that what a billion dollar empire does to you?"

Dusan opened his mouth to get back at his friend but that's when they heard voices below.

"Hello, anybody home?"

"Up hear!" Dusan shouted, a minute passing before they heard footsteps climbing the stairs. Two girls emerged, dressed in nothing but strips of fabric,  bikini's barley covering enough.

"Hi, I heard you guys were looking to party." The blond one said. Her hair was cut short with several tattoos covering her arms.

"Yeah, that's us." Alex grinned.

"Well, the party has arrived." She cheered.

Dusan had nothing against girls with short and bleached hair, but tattoos never did it for him.

"Great. How would you girls like your martinis?"

"Dry." The blond girl was quick to make clear. "And no olives."

"Got it, dry and no olives. How about your friend?"

All eyes turned to the second girl who's presence hadn't been as notisble as her friend. But now that he had his eyes in her, Dusan found it almost impossible to diverge his attention from her.

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" The girl seemed distracted,  her gaze having stuck to a point below Dusan's chin. He wasn't wearing a shirt,  only swimming trunks. Perhaps she found it rude, him introducing himself half naked. Not that she was any better.

"What drink do you want?" Her friend asked, in a bit if a rush to get the party started. The crew was heard above their heads,  the yacht would set sail at any minute now.

"S...ame as you." The girl stuttered. Her voice was unique. It was quite deep but in a very feminine way.

"No olives?" Her friend confirmed.

"No olives." The girl nodded. Her friend then followed Alex downstairs to the bar, leaving Dusan with no trail of thought in the presence of the girl which his eyes had yet diverge from.

"You have a very nice boat." She said,  trying to somther the rise of an awkward silence.

"Um, thank you." Dusan said, clearing his throat. "It's new actually."

"I can see that." She seemed fairly fascinated, as she dared approach the boats railing, admiring the view of Miami Beach.

"Yeah, how so?" Dusan asked, joining her side. But instead of admiring the view, he couldn't help but to admire her. She had eyes that sparked something within him, a sudden thrill.

"What do you mean?" A frown ruined her face.

Dusan felt the need to make himself clear. "You said that you could tell that my yacht is brand new,  how so?"

"Oh." She turned for her back to rest against the railing, her eyes now wandering across the newly swiped deck. "Well, it's every billionaires dream to own a boat and put it on display in Miami, or am I wrong?"

"I don't know." Dusan smiled. He was quite entertained. "I've never heard of this fenomenon. Surley the expert is you considering your experience with billionaires and boats."

The girl's eyebrow rose with interest, however Dusan's slik comment did not seem to have insulted her.

"Perhaps it's not every billionaires dream." She said, turning her head to face him. Again, her eyes sparked a thrill within Dusan, a thrill he was more than excited to explore. "But it sure is every newly crowned billionaires dream."

He wrinkled his nose.

The girl had a twinkle in her eyes. "My friend googled your net worth on our way here."

"I see." Dusan nodded. "Fair enough. I may or might not have bought this yacht in honor of my business flourishing this past year. However I'm not planning on docking it in Miami for display."

"Your gonna sail it across the seven seas?"

Dusan snorted, unintentionally of course. How did she make him do that? Her comment caught him of gaurd. "Not really." He said, collecting himself. "I'll have a friend of mine bring it home for me. He's more of a professional."

"Yeah, that's probably a better idea. Sailing a boat through pirate infested waters can be tricky without experience."

Again, the girl made him chuckled. It was pathetic how tipsy he came across. The girl must smell the glass of champagne he had earlier on his breath and think he's one of those creeps to invite yacht girls on their boats just to get them drunk. He had to assure her that he wasn't like that. He had to assure her that she could feel safe with him.

"We got martinis!"

Just as he was about to ensure her safety, the girl's friend showed up, followed by Alex who carried a tray of filled glasses. "Let's get this party started!" He said, handing out the drinks, making sure everyone had a glass in their hand for a toast. "To a lovely day, spent with two lovely girls." He said, as cheesy as ever.

"Cheers to that!" The blond girl said, rasing her glass.

Before downing his drink Dusan turned to her friend, making sure that she looked to be having a good time as well. He was suprised to find her smiling at him, an empty martini glass in her hand. "Drink up." She winked.

Dusan did exactly that. He would do whatever she asked him to, whatever.

[damiansgoodgirll]

ANYTHING with Dušan

on my way 🫡

‼️angst and fluff (maybe) + i won’t make a part 2 because i’m so bad with sequels so don’t come for me 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

dusan vlahovic x reader

since day one

being dusan’s best friend since you two were kids had its pros and cons.

you followed him everywhere, from when he started playing professional football in serbia to when he moved to italy. from when he went to play for fiorentina and now juventus, you were always by his side.

he needed you there. you were his number one supporter and he couldn’t go a day without you.

he made sure you were taken care of. money, apartments, cars. everything you needed he was happily willing to provide it for you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

what you couldn’t stand about dusan, were the hundred of girls he would bring back home after every single match. you lived in the same building, as dusan requested, in case he needed your help for something, so you saw and heard every single detail that happened on the other side of your apartment wall.

and every single week it was a different woman.

it didn’t help when two years ago he moved to torino. the new team gave him more fame and that meant more beautiful women for him every single day. you knew he only used them for sex and for fun and they seemed okay with that but that didn’t stop from thinking why he couldn’t see you the way he saw them too.

you knew you weren’t as pretty as them but the crush you developed for your best friend these past years was becoming unbearable to handle, especially when you saw him walking hand in hand into his apartment with the typical it girl.

so you started avoiding him. not as much as you wished but you stopped waiting for him after his matches, going straight back home. you stopped texting him “good morning” or “good night” when he had a girl over, even if it was something you always did. you stopped liking his post on insta and you stopped wearing his jersey at his games.

you realised too late that you were in love with him, and now you were fucked.

you were currently minding your business, sitting on the couch and reading a book when you heard banging on your door.

you knew that the only person who knocked so hard was dusan so you didn’t even check and simply let him in.

“what did i do?” he asked you.

“well hello to you dusan…do you want something to drink? something to eat? please, mi casa es tu casa” you joked, knowing very well that exactly it was his home.

“cut the bullishit y/n…why are you ignoring me?” are you mad at me?” he asked, sitting on the couch with you following behind.

“i’m not mad at you…” you said. you didn’t know how to explain it. it wasn’t his fault that women loved him and it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t like you back. you couldn’t be mad at him for not having feelings for you. but you were mad and you knew you shouldn’t.

“sure…you didn’t wear my jersey last night” he pointed it out.

“it was dirty and i had to clean it…”

“all of them?” he asked again “tell me what’s wrong please…”

i like you - you wanted to scream at his face.

“i’m just…it’s not a good moment okay? can’t we talk about this another day?” you almost begged.

“are you sick? i can call a doctor if you want or i could stay here with you if you need help” he immediately offered.

how could you not love him? the way he cared for you made you wanted to kiss him right away.

“i’m not sick dusan…” you whispered “can you please just go?”

“i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong sweetheart…” his hard look became softer. he was concerned about you and he wanted you to be okay.

“please…just go, i really wanna stay alone right now” you said avoiding his look. he needed to go, otherwise you would have confessed your love for him.

“y/n…you’re my best friend and i don’t want you to stay alone, not if there’s something clearly wrong…” he told you.

best friend.

that hurt more than you could ever think.

“that’s the point dusan…i don’t wanna be your best friend, i can’t be your best friend…not when i have these feelings for you…i’ve been by your side since day one and i-i don’t know how or when it happened but i started having feelings and i can’t explain nor i can’t stop them…” you explained, ending up crying.

“oh sweetheart…” he whispered hugging you tightly to his body.

he let you cry and he gently stroke your back in a comforting way.

dusan wanted to tell you how much he loved you, he wanted to scream how he fell for you and all the women you saw him with were only rebounds because he knew he couldn’t have you.

but dusan also knew that you deserved better than him. you deserved someone who could focus on you and treat you right and he knew that in this point of his life he couldn’t.

he was too focused on his football career that he never thought about dating and honestly, even if he wanted to see you screaming his name and begging for his cock, he didn’t want to use you like that, you were more than that to him.

“just say something…please” you cried into his shoulder.

dusan was trying his best to not break down in front of you but it was too hard.

“you deserve so much more…y/n, i love you, i do but i’m not the right person for you” he looked at you in the eyes.

“why don’t you let me decide that?”

“because i already know this…i know that no matter how much i love you, you’re gonna end up getting hurt and i can’t see you hurting because of me…i’m not - you deserve so much better than me” he ended up crying a little too. he was quick to wipe his tears away but you already saw them.

“dusan…”

“you’re gonna fall in love with someone who can treat you the way you deserve y/n…i know i’m not that person” he whispered kissing your forehead.

his thumb wiped your tears away.

“you can’t to this….”

“do what?” he asked you.

“tell me that you love me and the break my heart…you just can’t” you cried avoiding his look.

“i’m so sorry…but -“

“i’m so tired of your but…why can’t we give this a try?”

“you know why….”

“no, all i know is you complaining dusan…i just…i think you should go now, thank you for passing by” you said pointing to the door.

he simply nodded, knowing that he fucked up.

when he left you ended up crying a lot more, laying down on the couch with your head in your pillows and letting yourself cry all the tears in you had.

[applejuicefruit]

can i request a dusan fic where he got so much attention from other women at a party, and the reader being insecuree, maybe a smut pleasee

tw : reader is self conscious and insecure, mention of smut

dusan vlahovic x reader

Am I enough?

You were currently sitting on a black leather couch, in a little corner of the huge ballroom you found yourself in, completely forgotten by your boyfriend and your friends. You never really liked parties but your boyfriend Dusan begged you to come with him to celebrate his team latest win and, of course, when you saw him so happy you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t expect was to see him talking with different women instead of spending time with you. He had models and influencers all over him and you couldn’t help just start feeling insecure. Not only you were mad at him for completely ignoring you the whole night but you started feeling jealous of those girls, who clearly caught his attention and you started to wonder how or why he was dating you when he could have had millions of models all over his feet.

You got tired to see him with those girls that you left the room and went straight into the bathroom. You didn’t want to cry in a room full of strangers so what better place than a dirty bathroom in some club?

You didn’t know what time it was but you heard Dusan calling your name in a distance.

“Y/n? Babe? You’re in there?” he asked, knocking on the wooden door.

“Yes, uh, one second” you said, your voice shaking a bit. You wiped your tears away and fixed your make up before meeting Dusan outside of the bathroom.

“Hey…I was looking for you, is everything okay?” he asked, his face full of concern when he saw your make up half smudged under your eyes.

“Yes…I just needed some time alone” you said, ignoring his look.

“You sure?” he asked again.

“Yes, I told you I’m fine” you lied “I’m just tired…” you lied again.

“Okay…then let’s go home” he smiled.

“You can stay and have fun…I saw how you were having fun…I can call a taxi, I don’t mind” you scoffed. You were sad. You were hurt. You were mad.

“Babe…can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked again.

“Nothing…”

“Don’t say nothing. Something is bothering you and I want to help you…” he said truthfully.

“Why me?” you asked him and he looked confused “why me? Why did you chose me? You can have all the prettiest girls in the world and you chose me? I saw how they were all on you Dusan…I saw how they wanted you…and I also saw how you didn’t do nothing to excuse yourself from that situation…almost like you loved receiving all of the attention and I can’t help but wonder why did you chose me?” you asked, completely breaking down.

“What…what are you talking about?” he asked, a little confused “you know why I chose you, you know how much I love you…” he said, his hands lifting your chin up and his fingers wiping your tears away.

“Then why did you let them? They were all over you…I know I look nothing like them…” you said.

“You’re more than perfect baby…I just didn’t want to be rude…you’re perfect baby, I love you so much you have no idea” he said, kissing your wet cheeks “I’m so sorry If I made you doubt yourself…I never meant to hurt you baby” he said.

“It’s just…all of my negative thoughts…”you tried to explain but he stopped you.

“Let me wash away all of those those you have in your mind okay baby?” he said, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you close to him.

“Dusan…” you called his name.

“Let me take you home okay? Let me take care of you” he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Okay…” you whispered and he smiled.

Once you got home, his kisses turned into a full make out session and before you knew it you were laying completely naked under his muscular body.

You remembered all of those models and you started to feeling insecure about your body, thinking bad things and feeling self conscious once again.

“Hey pretty girl” he called you when he sensed your insecurity “let me make you feel good okay?” he whispered, leaving some kisses on your neck “I want you to know how special you are to me” he said looking straight into your eyes.

“Okay” you nodded.

“I love you” he said and you smiled.

“I love you too” you said back, letting fall yourself into the pleasure he was going to give you, knowing it would have been a very long night.

[footballerimaginess]

Petty Argument

30 Day Writing Challenge 1. Small petty argument Dusan Vlahovic Word Count: 526 my first time writing for him!! hope you like it x

The house move wasn't going as well as you had hoped. The two of you were bored of unboxing and moving your items into their new home.

It had felt like you had been doing this for days now, especially when Dusan had a game because it was just you doing it. "I feel like we have achieved so little in this room, this is the longest task. I just want to be moved in and completed" you let out a heavy sigh as you glanced through yet another cardboard box. "Well maybe if you stopped stopping to check your phone, we may have actually completed something" Dusan bluntly stated as you put the vase down and stared directly at him. "You are joking right?" you raised your voice slightly, trying your best not to let the comment get to you. "Well you know you can do something, I have done most of this room and you've done nothing" Dusan remarked once again. "I think you'll find I have completed a room actually, so there" you stuck your tongue out as you moved to the kitchen as you sensed Dusan following you. "Well hurry up about it" Dusan groaned. "Huh? What is wrong with you today Dusan? You are in such a huff, I know this is stressful but jeez babe don't need to take it out on me. I have done loads in this house" huffing as you walked away. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with me, I am just wanting to get this done. I don't want to keep putting this all off, I just want to move in and have this as our home" "Well you need to tell your face that then, because you sir are in a foul mood. Yes I too want this house finished, I am bored by this now. It has gone on for too long and it just looks so messy. Come on, please just stop fighting" you sighed, feeling like that is all you have been doing lately. "I don't understand, everything seems to have gone so well and now all we are doing is arguing" you huffed. "I apologise, I think the stress is just getting me. I am so close to moving here just with you and cannot wait for it" you slowly walked over to Dusan and gave him a big cuddle. "I can't wait either, it feels like we have been waiting for so long for our lovely house. Now I feel stupid for arguing with you, maybe I need to have some making up to do" he laughed. "I think we both need to do some making up, we have both let the move get on top of us and well this was just some stupid petty argument over something so minor" you grabbed his arm gently as you pulled him in for a squeeze. "It is" he whispered as you gave him another tight squeeze. "Come on, let's go and get some food and leave the house" you nodded as you knew it was such a good suggestion as you were both so desperate to get out of the house.

[charlottemount]

TO YOU — Dušan Vlahović

summary: i actually don’t know how to summary this but its a dad!dusan so enjoy 😅 this requested by @gojosatourshousewife (i hope you like it!)

warning: english is not my first language

au: long time no see all my readers! i’m sorry for disappear for almost a whole year, i just so busy with my college and project.. but here i am, am back 💗

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y/nvlahovic When you just wanted to spend some quality time with your wife but you have two kids 😂

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dusanandvla After 3 years of marriage she finally change her ig last name 🥹

glueeet Are you going to visit France?

y/nvlahovicdusan ✓ Can’t believe he’s now dad of twins

blueandgreyy He’s so fine, what’s his name? Single? Taken? 🤓

y/nvlahovic ✓ He’s Dušan Vlahović, he still available 👌

vlahovicdusan ✓ I’M Y/N WIFE AND SHE’S MY HUSBANDDDDD 😂

y/nvlahovic ✓ Okok just kidding, Dusan is my husband and my kids father

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vlahovicdusan Доручкују у кревету, моје 2 прелепе бебе Александар и Александра 🤍 (They having breakfast on bed, my 2 beautiful baby Aleksandar and Aleksandra 🤍)

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y/nvlahovic At the market with the kids and Dusan, suddenly Aleksandar turn around and said “мама зашто нас ти људи прате где год да одемо, мрзим то и љути и тату” 😂 (mommy why are those people keep following us everywhere we go, i hate it and its make daddy angry too)

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helena_ellenne 🥺 Aww

vlahovicdusan ✓ He knows? 💗💎

y/nvlahovic @vlahovicdusan Yea they both know, but i just hope they still enjoy the trip even the paparazzi are always here to follow us around

vlahovicfans That’s so so sad to hear from a 5 years old kid

vlahovicdusan ✓

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vlahovicdusan Finally i can have some quality time with my lovely wife

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tammyabraham Wait yo leave your baby in the hotel room alone?

vlahovicdusan ✓ Nah they’re here with us, eating their fav cake

y/nismywholelife 💖

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dailymail We’re now caught professional football player of Juventus spending his summer break at Paris with his family and close friend.

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mallanieellu I actually saw them once when they just finish their dinner and walk out of the restaurant, oh dang he’s tall as fuck

jojotheventuss @mallanieellu Yea i have seen him and his little family before, they’re such a family goal 😩 i even talked to y/n before like she’s so so nice, she even help me ask Dusan for autograph..

y/nvlahovic ✓ Paparazzi 😀 I hate them so muchh. Please leave us alone!!! That’s all ask for! thanks.

hellaaaadojja 💎💎💎💎

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y/nvlahovic “How do i look, daddy?” 😗

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kyliejenner ✓ You look adorable Aleksandra baby

y/nvlahovic ✓ @kyliejenner How’s Stormi, haven’t seen her for a while!! Missing her

kyliejenner ✓ She doing great, she mention you the other day that’s she miss y/n so much and wanted to play dollhouse with Aleksandra

y/nvlahovic ✓🥹🥹🥹

cmpulisic ✓ Aww she look exactly like you y/n

y/nvlahovic ✓ Ofcourse she is, cause she’s my baby girl haha

vlahovicdusan ✓ You look beautiful my love

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vlahovicdusan 4 years of dating, than 3 years of marriage with you, you are always my spiritual support during the most ups and downs in my life, more especially, you are the one who has accepted to accompany me through all matches and gave birth to the most two wonderful human in the world. I can't ask for more, just wish I could live with you for the rest of my life. Love you @y/nvlahovic

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y/nvlahovic ✓ All that’s so lovely, i love you too my husband

vlahovicdusanfans_ COUPLE GOAL!!

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y/nvlahovic Tbh thank you paparazzi for taking this photo of my husband Dusan on today trip, its cute!

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blairefisherr Hope i will meet someone like Dusan in the future

y/nvlahovic ✓ don’t worry, at sometime, someplace you’ll meet some one

blairefisherr OMG i can’t believe y/n reply my comment

vlahovicdusan ✓ “Silly daddy”

lallayashley Who’s in that stroller

dusanandy/n New edition of the Vlahovic fam

lallayashley Haven’t see any confirmation yet, how do you know??

dusanandy/n They’ll confirm soon so just wait and see

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vlahovicdusan Hello! I'm Dušan Vlahović, of Juventus. I'm posting this today in hopes that the paparazzi, my fans, our fans can see it, we know the fans really love us and I'm really grateful for that but for us, our children are always the top of my family. After returning from a trip to France, the twins told their mother that they didn't want the paparazzi to take pictures of them too much and found it annoying, they had a wish not to take pictures of them or you can photograph and cover their faces because they want some privacy. We understand very uncomfortable for them in public when their parents who are celebrities

Secondly, after receiving hundreds and thousands of messages from fans about whether y/n gave birth to a 3rd baby? we can confirm that yes, y/n gave birth to our third child last September and we will not be announce any more information about him/her for privacy, we also hope that when you meet me or my wife and our 3rd child in public, please cover your baby's face when taking pictures! thank you!!

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[footballffbarbiex]

Who’s Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?

player: Dusan Vlahovic words: 400 request: Dusan Vlahovic  |  250 - 500  |  no pref  |  “Any ideas on couples costumes?”  Trying to get him to wear a cute matching costume for a team Halloween party. He says no. She buys it anyway. He’s having none of it. But of course manages to talk him round ;) and he gets called cute all night much to his dismay and her enjoyment

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On a scale of one to ten, Dusan should have known his disappointment levels would reach 10 or more when she asked him to come with her to find the perfect Halloween costume. He had been adamant that he would not dress up, that he was only there to be able to give her his opinion on which he liked the most.

But the feeling of dread washed over him when the sales assistant approached them with a cheery, but clearly forced smile, and asked the question he’d silently begged her not to say. “So, any ideas on couples costumes?”

Before he could say “absolutely not,” his girlfriend was already nodding excitedly and discussing her ideas as the two of them walked away, leaving him alone in the middle of the aisle shaking his head surrounded by costumes, wigs and props.

She had, of course, scooped everything up that was linked to her choice and bounded out of there happily with her hands full of bags and a spring in her step before placing everything in the boot of the car and climbed into the passenger side. Dusan entertained her on the journey home, listening to her excited talk about the party while having no intention of actually wearing the costume.

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“Come on baby, I know you wanna put that costume on,” she climbs onto his lap, fluffing up the skirt of the Little Red Riding Hood costume and adjusting her hooded cape so that it drapes over the back of her properly.

“I’m not being the Big Bad Wolf.” He states firmly, hating that with the way she’s sitting on his lap means that her boobs are perfectly positioned in front of his face.

“Anything I can do to help…” she trails her finger down his chest, eyes following her hand’s journey until she looks back up at him.

“Help what?”

“Help persuade you to put it on.” She tries again, this time she circles her hips against him. “I won’t tell you how cute,” she places a light kiss on his lips, “or adorable,” another kiss, “or how much I’d love to tame you,” another kiss, “or make putting you in a collar comments.”

The sound of his slow exhale mimics a growl and by the time she climbs from his lap, he’s made up his mind.

She may have not made comments, but his teammates certainly did.

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Couch Festivities

Dusan Vlahovic

Warnings: smut, no condom (wrap it before you tap it y’all ), spanking, cursing, oral, pregnancy talk

The position you were in was anything but holy. Dusan has his head in between your legs playing with your clit, and fingering you.

He was kneeling on the ground while you were on the couch with your legs spread on his shoulders, completely showing yourself to him.

He loved when you did this, he loved when you let loose and let him take care of you

(Flash back to when you came home)

You had just gotten home from work, opening the door and looking for your boyfriend. “Dusan? I’m home”. “In the living room baby”.

When you get into the living room you see him with his legs spread on the couch in nothing but Greg sweatpants (stupid grey sweatpants). They were covering nothing he has to offer.

“Hello gorgeous” he says as he grabs your hand and pulls you down for a kiss.

The kiss quickly escalated and soon you were on his lap straddling him.

He was touching your ass giving it little squeezes and taps every so often

When you pull away to catch your breathe he sets you down on the couch and kneels in front of you taking your pants off.

When your pants are thrown somewhere in the room he spreads your legs open

“Gorgeous girl aren’t you”, “always so pretty” he says before he touches your wetness

He starts to touch you more until you become a little whiny, “cmon baby girl, what do you want” he encourages you to talk to him. He always did this when you had sex. Tease you

“Eat me out Dusan, please” you whine

“Pretty girls always get what they want.” he says before he starts to lick your pussy. He moans onto you sending a vibration through your body as you tug on his hair “Fuck dusan. Right there”

He starts to finger you with two fingers, his big hands really adding a lot of pleasure to the situation.

“Dusan omg I’m”

“I know princess let it go”

And you do just that, you let all the tension you felt in your stomach go as you came on his face.

He licks it all up before rising up from the floor to kiss you, making you taste yourself.

“Dusan fuck me please” you look at him with puppy eyes that you know are his weakness.

He pulls his pants off leaving him in his boxers before he takes you’re shirt and bra off. He was a sucker for your boobs, and rightfully so, because they were, in his words, the more perfect things he’s ever seen.

He starts to kiss your neck and collarbone eventually kissing your breasts and sucking your nipples.

You start to tug at his boxers trying to get them off

He felt you trying to get them off so he helps you “greedy girl. Always wanting my dick.” You only whimper at his comment. Because he was right, you always liked it when he fucked you.

He freed his dick and lined it up with your pussy

Although he changed his mind, he flipped you over so now you were on your hands and knees, giving him perfect access to your ass.

He then lined himself up again and slid into you. He gave you some time to adjust to his size.

“You ready beautiful?” He asked you. You nodded your head “No baby. Give me words.”

“Yes dusan I’m ready”

He started to fuck you, not to fast or hard, but at the perfect speed for you to feel everything he was giving you.

His hands started to roam from your hip and waist to your ass. He spanked you. Hard enough to leave a mark.

You yelp at the contact. It wasn’t very often he would spank you, but when he did, you couldn’t help but feel all giddy inside.

He spanked you a couple more times making you moan louder until you were almost cumming.

He felt you clench so he lifted you up so your back was against his chest. You turned your head and kissed him. His hands were now grabbing your boobs until you both came

Once you were finished he laid you down on the couch and sat on the floor to catch his breath before he went to go get a towel and clean you up

He looked at you and noticed more cum than usual leaking out of you “fuck baby I came in you”

You looked at him and just smiled “I don’t really care dusan. Maybe kids wouldn’t be too bad”

He just looked at you, then got on top of you again “let’s try and make one then”

You laughed and just kissed knowing this was going to be a long night.

[melanieph321]

Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 4/6

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

+18

Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!

Enjoy!

The car ride wasn't awkward, it was just quiet. So quiet.

Dusan drove with confidence, one hand on the steering wheel. You watched him maneuver his car through the streets of Turin. The night was young. People roamed the streets with a hymn for the weekend. You on the other hand, was planning for a weekend featuring a desperate search for a new job. It was strange to be cramped into a space with the cause of your problems. He seemed so at peace however, zoned out from reality. Perhaps he hadn't picked up the documents yet. Then he would've know that you were quitting on him.

"Is it the first building or the second one?"

"Huh?"

You were brought out of your head as Dusan turned the corner, the car already rolling onto the streets of your apartment complex.

Dusan turned his head, seeing that he had lost you for a second. He smiled and did not mind repeating himself. "Should I drop you off here or over there?" He asked.

"Oh. Right. Over there." You pointed to the tall building shielded by the one you were currently parked by. Dusan took his foot of the break and let the car roll down the hill. Slowly. Almost as if he was biding his time.

"Strange." He scuffed. "I own this whole block of apartments but I've never once made it past the second floor in neither of them."

"Very strange." You nodded, eager to get out of the car. Dusan must have noticed this, because as soon as the car stop rolling and your hand streched for the doorhandle, a hand went to stop you from leaving.

"Dusan?" You frowned, looking down at his hand that lay flat against your thigh. He pulled it away seeing the startled look on your face, but that did not stop him from staring at you as if the whole world had gone dark and you were the only light left in it to guide him.

"I really am sorry." He said, his throat moving when he swallowed. "For being an asshole. I really am."

"I believe you." You batted your eyes, quite taken aback by how sincere he came across. As if he really cared about what you thought of him.

"You must understand my position in this. If someone were to find out about our past." He swallowed once more. "About what happened in Miami....."

"They won't." You nodded. "Don't even worry about it, because..."

"You're leaving me, I know." He sounded unhappy by the fact. Nevertheless he had found your two weeks notice amongst the documents and now the cat was out of the bag.

You sat back in the passenger seat, your gaze held ahead of you. "It's for the best."

He chuckled.

"What's so funny?" You turned to look at him. He was looking ahead, hands still clenching the steering wheel. In the light coming down from the apartments above you noticed it, his dimples. He also had a carved jaw, strong and set to crush lesser men's dreams. He was beautiful, but you already knew that. And the smell of him, it was awfully familiar, invading your nostrils as he leaned towards you.

"Hey, you okay?"

He touched you again. A light stroke with his fingers nipping your chin. He wanted you to meet his eyes.

"Dusan I..."

"Yes?"

"I...."

You were so lost in it all. The smell of him, his touch. It brought back memories. Good ones.

"Do you want to come up with me....?"

The dent between his brow made you unsure of yourself.

"For tea." You clarified. Who doesn't want tea?

Dusan's hand let go of your chin, along with his gaze that also faltered. It looked to be regret.

"Or don't come up for tea, it's whatever."

You hurried with the belt, fumbling terribly.

"Y/N?"

There was a slight drop from the car down to the ground, making you stumbled on your way out.

"Y/N?"

You tipped toe on your heels, moving quickly towards the entrance to your building. You felt embarrassed to the point of wanting to duck under your bed covers. Matter of fact, it's the first thing you'd do when confined between the safe walls of your apartment.

"Y/N, wait!"

Dusan was out of the car, quickly trailing your steps. You turned around to find him inches away from you, his chest rising with his heavy breathing.

"What?" You demanded, quite rude of you.

"I'm not sure I'm allowed to park here." He said, to which you frowned. "Huh?"

"The car." He pointed. "I don't know how long I'm allowed to stand here. But if we're having tea I should find a better place to park, no?"

Heat rose to your face as you were blushing pathetically. "You...you want to come up for tea?"

"Of course." He said, almost insulted that you'd think underwise. But then his face softened. "If you'll still have me?"

The warmth that spread through your body lingered and did not go away. You didn't want it to go away, not now, not ever. "Leave it here." You said, nudging your head towards the Range Rover.

"But won't I get a ticket?"

You search your bag for your keys, pressing, the tag to the entrance for it to open. "Don't worry, I know the owner of this place."

"You do?"

You held the door open for Dusan, but he was hesitant to enter.

"Yes, however he's a real asshole."

The corner of his lip tugged into a smile. Dusan looked to you in wonder, perhaps not sure of what to make of you. "You're a real smartass, you know that right?"

"I take that as a complement, thank you."

You slipped inside and let the door shut behind you. You were glad to see that Dusan was tracing his steps behind you.

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She was well into telling him about her plans for the place. How she wanted to repaint the kitchen and buy a brand new couch for the living room. Dusan however, was well into planning on when to take a day off from work, and where in Turin one could buy good paint. The best paint,  since Y/N deserves it all.

"And then I'm sort of planning to remodel the bathroom. But I'm not sure how long that will take now that I'm..." She paused abruptly, staring blankly at him as they sat across from each other in the small but cozy kitchen, tea cups in hand.

"Now that you're what?" He asked, cooking his head with curiosity.

"It's nothing, nevermind." She said, and withdrew herself.

Dusan frowned. "No. Come on. Tell me. What's stopping you from renovating your new bathroom?"

She blushed. She tired to hide it but Dusan caught her flushed expression before she bowed her head. "Well I am sort of on the market..." She mumbled.

Dusan frowned. "On the market for what?"

She inhaled deeply, raising her head to meet his eyes. "For a new job, Dusan."

"Right. " He sighed and took a long sip of his tea. It was cold by now.

"I'm not even sure I can get a new job in the city." She continued. "I might even have to move to another town."

Dusan worried about the distress in her voice, the distress that he had caused. "It won't be necessary." He interrupted.

She frowned. "What won't be necessary?"

Dusan hated how she could paralyze him with one gaze. How one stern look from her made him question his whole identity.  His whole manhood. "You won't have to quit your current job." He explained. "That is, if we keep our distance."

It would be hard, avoiding her. He could move her office to another floor. However the other employees would wonder why, especially Louisa. But what if he moved his office to another floor? Yes. He would do that for her. If it guaranteed that she'd stay. Stay with him.

"And if we don't?"

Her words echoed through the kitchen like a stoic citation. It lingered in the air as Y/N, kept her eyes on Dusan, waiting for him to answer her.

"If we don't?" He repeated with a raised brow.

"I mean..." She tried to refrace the question but the damage was already done. Y/N rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that."

He smirked. "But you did."

"Don't get ahead of yourself." She stood, collecting their cups of tea even if Dusan's wasn't empty. She brought the dishes to the sink, dumping them inside. She turned to face him with an expression that clearly stated that their night was over.

Dusan did not protest, nor went against her desire for him to leave. But then he thought of something she had said. "As a yacht girl...." Her eyes widened with that sentence, not expecting him to bring up the subject. "You don't get paid to...you know?" He had no better way of saying it. "...you know?"

Y/N arched her brow. "Have sex with people?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"No. Like I said, I'm only paid to keep people company. Those are the rules."

Dusan nodded. Not sure if he believed her. He came around the kitchen table, approaching the sink. "But you had sex with me." He said, to which she sighed.

"Yes, Dusan. I had sex with you."

"So you broke a rule then?"

Her expression furrowed, not sure what he was playing at. Nevertheless, she carefully watched him approach the sink, stopping as he eventually stood before her.

"Why did you break a rule for me, Y/N?"

She snorted. "God, you're so full of yourself." She turned her back on him, preparing to do do the dishes, turning on the water. She gasped when Dusan pressed against her. His front against her back. He went to turn off the running water and the newfound quiet enhanced the sound of her aroused panting.

"Tell me the truth." He whispered, his voice in her ear. "You fucked me, even though you didn't have to."

"I wanted to." She moaned, her body slumped down against his chest, his stiff erection poking her in the ass.

"Why?" He demanded answers. "He demanded to know that it was true, that she had wanted him as much as he had wanted her."

"Because I like you."

Dusan turned her over, forcing her to face him. Her forhead knocked against his and Dusan grunted as his erection was now growing against the breach of her entrance, forcing her to shift her stans. "You like me." He chuckled. She spoke in present terms.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

He raised his head, her eyes on him. She was beautiful, staring up at him with innocence. Completely unaware of how desperate he was to tear her to pieces.

"If you only knew how much I want you too." He groaned.

She grinned. "I think I might have an idea."

Her hand slipped between them, searching for the length of him, squeezing it through his pants. Dusan stumble forward and groaned into her mouth. They came together with force, Dusan having to control himself not to knocked the back of Y/N's head against the cupboards.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was shamless and the consequences that followed would be severe. But right then and there, as Dusan's hands squeezed the curve of her ass, pressing her harder against his aching cock, he couldn't care less about the consequences. Tomorrow might as well not come. He would fuck her as if they only had tonight.

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dusan vlahovic x reader

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Is everything okay?

“What if someone sees us?” you asked Dusan as he dragged you into the team changing room.

“Everyone already left” he started kissing your neck as his hands roamed under the jersey you were wearing with his name on.

Dusan just scored an important goal for an important match and his team won, he felt like adrenaline was eating him alive so he thought what better way than to resolve anything with sex?

He dragged you into the team changing room after everyone pretty much left, leaving him and you completely alone in the stadium.

“Trust me, no one’s here” he said as he pushed you against the wall behind you. You simply nodded, too eager and impatient for what was about to come. He started undressing you, leaving you just in your bra and matching panties.

“You’re divine…” he whispered while he began kissing your neck again.

You left out soft moans, encouraging him to do more.

“I think this have to go” he said when you felt his hands on your back, removing your bra and leaving your chest completely exposed to his hungry eyes “you’re so pretty” he whispered into your ears in a low voice, too rough than what you were used used too, but you couldn’t deny you were loving everything he was giving you.

His lips found your left nipple and he started by giving it soft pecks, almost teasing you.

You gasped when you felt his tongue working on your nipple, licking it and twirling it around while his hand worked on your other nipple. Pleasure was growing into you but you definitely needed more.

“Dusan…” you moaned.

“Tell me baby” his lips found yours again “tell me everything you need baby, I’ll give it to you” he teased you.

“Your hands…I need you” you whispered.

As those words left your mouth, his hands quickly worked on tearing apart your panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him. You didn’t even have time to think that in a matter of seconds his thumb found your clit, gently circling it. He felt how wet you were and he was kinda proud he was the reason you were so aroused.

“Can you take my fingers baby?” he asked even if he knew the answer. You simply nodded, too lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

He inserted his middle finger into you and the slight burn turned into pleasure as you craved for more.

“Oh my” you moaned closing your eyes.

“Eyes on me babe” he said as a second finger found its way into you.

“Dusan…” you whimpered “I’m - oh my” you couldn’t even finish your sentence that you felt your orgasm approaching you.

“Let it go baby” he said while he kept rubbing your clit “squeezing my fingers so good baby” he said as you came undone on his fingers.  He let you calm down before removing all of his clothes, remaining completely naked in front of you. His dick, full and hard was already begging for attention. You brought your hands to his tip but he stopped you.

“Not now, we don’t have time for that” he said as he lifted your legs up, aiming at you to jump so he could catch you and easily slide in you. 

“I need to feel you” he said while sliding into you, making you gasp as you felt so full already. 

“Oh fuck” you moaned.

As his thrusts became stronger you both felt your orgasms approaching you.

“I’m close” you whispered and he thrusted into you again, hitting that spot that made you lose your head.

“Me too baby” he felt you squeezing his dick so hard he thought he was going to be stuck there for life “oh fuck fuck baby” he moaned, coming and spilling into you.

You both tried to catch your breath when you heard someone knocking on the door.

“Is everything okay? Dusan?” you both recognized Filip’s voice, Dusan’s teammate. He probably must have waited for him. 

“I’m coming in!” Filip said. Dusan clearly forgot that everyone on the team had the key of the changing room’s door.

“No! Don’t!” Dusan screamed, trying to get dressed as fast as possible.

“Why?” Filip asked.

“Just don’t! I’ll come out!” he said throwing your clothes at you “I’ll take care of you at home I promise, we have to go now” he whispered kissing your lips. You dressed up pretty quickly even if you were still in the aftermath of the two orgasms your just had. Your make up smudged over your eyes and your hair all messy.

Dusan got out first trying to cover up for you, he made sure Filip got away from the changing room so you could get out but when Filip saw the state you were both in he quickly made up what you two were doing locked up in the changing room.

“I see” Filip said, bursting out laughing.

You looked away from the embarrassment but you couldn’t help but smile seeing Dusan so flustered. 

It definitely was a day.

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