#if you don't know pull your head out and google it. dumb fuck

[flowers-and-literature]

Man fuck this fucking country

[thursdaygxrls]

thin ice — one

part one | part two | part three

summary — she didn’t handle the sports section of the campus newspaper, but apparently, she did this week. interviewing hockey players was easy, though—unless one of those players happened to be peter parker.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimers — i don’t own peter parker. and pls don't come for me with the accuracy of this situation i'm begging

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (there’s a reason, i promise), slight one sided enemies to lovers, sewer slide jokes (very briefly), possible maybe slightly ooc, and very unedited

“You’re joking. You’re pulling the biggest prank I’ve ever seen, you are the impractical joker,” she huffs out, her eyes wide as furiously clicks her mouse, “I’m gonna die. I’m writing the note tonight—farewell, my lovely!”

“Woah, okay,” MJ, her roommate, had only just entered the room when she was bombarded with a sudden rant. She didn’t even have time to take down her ponytail of thin, red braids before her eardrums were assaulted.

“I mean it.” Spinning her chair, she meets MJ’s eyes.

“I literally just got here,” MJ plops down on the bed in front of the desk, “Care to tell me why you’re writing that note?”

“I’m a dumb, dumb girl, that’s why,” she groans in response.

“We already knew that.” MJ’s words only cause the girl in front of her to shoot daggers with her gaze; “Sorry, sorry. Why are you a dumb, dumb girl?”

“God, okay, so,” she lets out a loud sigh, “Eli is gonna be gone for the rest of the month—Europe or something, good for him. Anyways, they needed someone to cover his assignments for him until he gets back, and I volunteered, but, like, only to be nice, y’know? I did it as an obligation. But…”

“But?” MJ pressed.

“I just got an email, and it’s me,” she grumbled, “They’re putting me on Eli’s assignments.”

“Hm, I see,” MJ’s lips curl into a frown as she gently rubs the girl’s arm, “Too much work?”

“Oh, no, my stuff’s easy,” she waved her off, “Just reading the poetry submissions. I mean, it can be exhausting, but it’s not too bad.”

“Then what is it?” MJ cocks her head.

“Eli…Eli does sports,” she shuddered. MJ couldn’t contain the loud laugh that slipped out, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle it.

“You’re worried about sports?” She giggles, her eyes twinkling.

“It’s not funny!” She smacks MJ lightly, “Sports aren’t unbearable or anything, but, like, why me? I don’t know enough! I’ll screw it up, I’ll lose my spot, they’ll stick me back in—”

“Relax,” MJ grabs her shoulders, bringing her closer, “First off, no, you won’t lose your spot, we both know they’d be losing their minds without you. Second, they wouldn’t just throw it on you if they thought you’d give them bad work, right?” She eyes MJ almost suspiciously. There’s a momentary stare-down before she relents.

“I hate that you’re right,” she sighs, spinning her chair around. MJ stops the spin by putting her hands down on the arms of the chair.

“Thought you’d be used to it by now,” she giggles, “So, what do you have to do?”

“I don’t know.” Is the mumbled reply.

“You didn’t even look?” MJ laughs again, “You were losing your mind, and you didn’t even know what you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry that I’m sensitive,” she huffs. Her gaze moves back to the laptop before her. The email is open on the screen, so she begins scrolling through it, MJ reading the words over her shoulder. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she gets to the end.

“Fuck this,” she almost slams her laptop shut, but is stopped short by MJ.

“Slow down!” The redhead slaps her hand out of the way to read the rest of the email.

The ESU hockey team had made it to the NCAA Division I Men's Ice Hockey tournament for the first time in six years—and they were doing damn good. Eli had been tasked with interviewing the team captain as well as a few other star players, but, of course, it was no longer Eli's job.

"Oh, come on,” MJ rolled her eyes, “They gave you a Google Doc with questions, all you have to do is ask them and write down their response."

“That's the problem, I have to ask,” she shivered.

"You've done interviews before!" MJ was ready to smack her.

"With professors! And cool artsy people! Not hockey guys," she cringed, “I bet half of them are in a frat. They're probably gonna be assholes and tell me I have cooties."

“Are you twelve?” MJ groaned, “You sort of lucked out with this—half the work is already done for you! You don’t need to write up any questions!” A sigh left her lips as she took on a more comforting tone: “If it makes you feel any better, Harry is on the team.”

Ah, Harry. MJ had been seeing him for a little over a month by now. He wasn’t a bad guy at all. A little full of himself, but nice enough to talk to. Her eyes roved over the list of players she was set to interview. Sure enough, Harry Osborn was there. So was Miles Morales, who was described as an extremely promising freshman. Zack Coleson, who had the highest number of goals for the season. Last on the list was the team captain: Peter Parker.

“I can talk to Harry,” MJ offered, “I can let him know that it’s you doing the interviews. I’ll make sure he tells them to go easy on you—”

“No, no,” she shook her head, “That might make it worse. And they already know that it’s not Eli coming. Or they should, at least”

“You sure?” MJ quirked a brow, her features crinkling in a way that was only intelligible as concern.

“They’ll be walking on eggshells around me if they know I’m chickenshit, I won’t get a good interview,” she sighed. Even if the interview wasn’t what she wanted to do, she was going to have to. And she would do a good job—a great job.

“You got this, Kitty,” MJ squeezed her shoulders. The nickname pulled a smile from her, and she gave into MJ’s touch.

“We’ll see about that,” she relented. Her eyes traveled back to the computer screen. The interviews were scheduled two days from now at the Stark Memorial Rink.

“Hey, MJ,” she hummed, “Could you grab me my noose?”

The rink was colder than she expected. The empty stands provided no body heat, not to mention there was a literal sheet of ice on the floor. Tugging at the strap of her messenger bag, she took slow, careful steps to the plexiglass.

Clink.

Her eyes widened. There were around ten to fifteen guys in full gear out on the ice, and another ten to fifteen more on a bench near the glass or flitting around the edge of the rink. She was nervous, so she got there early. Now, she was stuck watching them practice.

Leaving was so tempting. She could go back to her dorm, or better yet, leave college entirely. She could just give up and fall off the grid, cut her credit cards, throw her phone in the ocean, sail off to Greece��

“Hello?”

She cursed the muffled voice that pulled her back into reality. Blinking, she found that standing before her was one of the very hockey players she’d seen skating on the rink before her. He was tall, and gear under his black and purple jersey made him appear far more bulkier than she theorized he was. He slipped his helmet off to reveal brown, curly hair that was drenched in sweat.

“Hi,” she replied, trying not to sound as nervous as he would. He cocked his head at her as he popped out his mouth guard.

“This is a closed practice,” he said, though, he didn’t sound all too upset that she was here.

“Oh, yeah, I know,” she nodded quickly, her fingers toying with the strap of her bag again, “I’m a bit early, I’m supposed to be interviewing some people on the team. I’m—”

“Kitty?” She was interrupted by the sound of a voice as well as skates scraping across the ice. Glancing past the guy in front of her, she saw Harry slide off the ice and clomp to benches where they currently were.

“Hey, Harry.” Her lips were screwed up in a tight grin. He’d heard MJ call her Kitty once, and now it was the only thing he’d refer to her as.

“Kitty?” Mystery guy repeated the name with a hint of intrigue.

“It’s not my real name, my friends just call me that,” she shook her head.

“What’re you doing here?” Harry asked, swinging an arm around the shoulder of the guy in front of her.

“I’m Eli’s replacement,” she explained, trying to plaster a friendly smile to her lips, “I’m doing the interviews.”

“Aw, shit, why didn’t MJ tell me we got the cool Kitty-cat on the case?” Harry grinned.

“Could you try to never say those words again? Really hated it, thanks,” her nose crinkled.

“You got it.” He tried to point finger guns at her, but with the thick gloves on, it just looked like he was pointing his whole hand.

“Hey,” he started up again, “You’re a little early, so practice isn’t over yet, but we’re almost done. It’s just the four of us, right?”

“Right,” she nodded in response. It was a relief that they’d been briefed on the situation.

“Alright, well, I’m Harry, obviously, Miles and Zack are on the ice somewhere, and this right here—” Harry jostled the shoulders of the Mystery guy, “—is Peter. Oh captain, my captain!”

Peter chuckled as Harry clapped him on the back. The noise that emanated from the friendly hit was harsh, but Peter didn’t move a muscle.

“Right,” she nodded, “So, I figured we could do them individually? There’s some sort of specific questions for each of you.”

“Sounds good, Kitty,” Harry replied. She’d smack him if he said that name again.

“Sit tight for a bit,” Peter spoke up. Even with the stubble on his chin, his smile gave him a boyish appearance. He looked her up and down quickly, “We can try to wrap up practice early.”

'A bit' ended up feeling like forever. At first, she tried to distract herself with her phone, but it didn't work: she would open apps, scroll through them, then close them just to reopen them over and over again. So she organized her bag, which took about five minutes. Time seemed to tic by in a tauntingly slow manner. It was only when she saw a few of the players emerge from the locker room did she let out a breath of relief. She immediately sucked that breath back when she realized that she would actually have to talk to some of them.

Harry went first. It was easy enough to go through the questions with him. It was like talking to an over-eager relative at a family reunion, one who was just dying to talk about all the new things they're doing. Miles wasn't all that bad to interview, either. He was a lot more nervous than she was. His awkward pauses and constant strings of 'um' and 'uh' was almost comforting. Then came Peter.

"Kitty," he grinned as soon as he saw her seated on the bench next to the rink. He no longer wore his gear—just a hoodie and a pair of gray sweats. His hair, however, was still wet and tousled. She gave him a tight lipped smile in return.

"That's not my name," she replied. Before she had time to properly introduce herself, his raspy chuckle was already echoing through the open arena.

"You said that's what your friends call you, right?" He cocked his head as he sat down on the other edge of the bench.

"You're not—” If she could just make it through the interview without fuss, she'd be one person away from being free, "—right. That's what my friends call me."

"I'm going to be recording this, just so I can reference it later," she explained almost monotonously.

"This isn't my first time," he responded with another light laugh. She had to physically bite her tongue to fight off any comments. A soft click sounded from her phone as she started a new voice memo. Her eyes scanned the list of questions on the page before her. Some she'd already asked to Harry and Miles: How does it feel to make the tournament? What is the atmosphere of the team right now? She chose a fresh question to start with.

"What's it like to be the captain of this team? Are you proud? Overwhelmed?" She asked, her voice taking on a new tone closer to a news anchor than a regular person. Peter's lips curled up at the change.

"I'm proud, yeah," he nodded, his voice smooth, "This is a great group. But we all work our asses off, so I'm not surprised by how far we've come. Being their captain is really something."

"And—"

"Do you normally do sports? For the paper, I mean." Before she could even get her next sentence out, he interrupted her. Her grip on the papers in her hand tightened.

"No, not normally," she grit out, "And going along with your thoughts on being captain, what about making it to the tournament this year?"

"It's the best feeling in the world. It's something I've been chasing after for years now, finally getting to it is just...sort of indescribable." Even when his tone is nothing but sincere, he can't wipe the cocky grin from his lips.

"I can imagine," she smiled tautly in reply, "What was it like working your way up to captain? Was it a personal journey, or did you get support from the team?"

"I'd say it was an even mix of both," he hummed, "Do you like hockey?"

"What?" She furrowed her brows.

"Are you a hockey fan?" He reiterated, "Because our next game is home, and it's sort of packed, but I could get you some tickets assuming you don't have some already—"

"No—Peter," she let out a frustrated huff, tapping on her phone to momentarily pause the recording, "This is an interview, not social hour."

"Aren't interviews inherently social?" His smirk was infuriating.

"I mean that I ask the questions, you answer them," she grumbled, "Do you act like this with Eli? Are you not taking me serious because I'm a woman?"

"What?" His smirk fell immediately, "What? No—no. I'm taking you seriously, I take women very seriously. I'm all for women. They're great."

"Then can we just do this interview and get it over with?" She sighed, her finger hovering over the unpause button. He nodded, but before she could resume the interview, he quickly added: "But do you want tickets?"

Ignoring the question, she carried on. Peter seemed to mellow out after a while and didn't interrupt again. It was almost surprising how well he'd listened: he was giving her real, insightful answers to her questions without a hint of flirtation. The final interview with Zack flowed easily, and she fled Stark Memorial Rink as quick as she could.

Transcribing the interviews was the easiest part. Days later, she would be hunched over her computer in the darkness of her shared dorm, playing and replaying the recordings and typing out the words onto the screen. Her concentration was briefly interrupted, though, when the door opened and a stream of light threaded its way through the room and onto the back of her head.

"Light bad!" She slapped her hands over her eyes, "Light very bad!"

"You're gonna go blind if you keep staring at your computer in the dark," MJ spoke in a warning tone, but ultimately closed the door.

"Then blind I must go," she sighed, swiveling on her chair to look at her roommate, "How was class?"

"Normal," MJ shrugged, sliding her bag off her shoulders, "But I have a little something for you."

"Something for little ol' me?" She gasped in dramatized delight.

"Yes," MJ grinned widely as her hand reached for the zipper of her bag, "Close your eyes."

She obliged immediately, her nose scrunched in anticipation, "I hope it's a million dollars. Is it a million dollars? Am I close?"

"Almost," MJ giggled. After a moment of anticipation, MJ gently grabbed her hands and place something into them. It was thin and papery and rectangular. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see a white envelope with 'Kitty' written out on the front. Her brows furrowed at the unfamiliar handwriting.

"Is there a check for a million dollars inside?" She asked as she cocked her head.

"No clue, it's not from me," MJ shrugged.

"Then who's it from?" Her fingers slid under the lip of the envelope.

"Harry gave it to me to give to you," MJ grinned, "He said it's from Peter."

She should've sailed to Greece when she had the chance. Inside the envelope were two tickets—Empire State University versus Pennbrook University this Saturday at seven. A long groan left her lips before she finally met MJ's eyes.

"You never got me that noose I asked for."

a/n — not sure how i’m feeling abt this one guys. hockey peter has been causing me brain rot tho so i couldn’t help myself.

[zaiisaii]

MORE ON SUB GOO!! I have found you, and you are gonna be the target for the rest of my life. Your writing is awsome. It always leaves me craving for more!

LOOKISM

⋆ — sub goo .ᐟ ﹙kim goo﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

sub goo is my favorite goo.

overall, it started as an experiment. that's where his little 'problem' started. he didn't exactly like to be bossed around, especially by someone whose suppose to serve him.

however, the moment you promised him money for every little thing he did, he was so happy. he did everything. still, he hasn't explored anything so sexual.

apart from the stares he'd feel on his ass when he'd bend over to pick something up.

he was flattered honestly.

there were also those words you would tell him when he did a good job. looks amazing, you're the cutest, my good boy.

my good boy.

his chest tightens up and his eyes are automatically cast down like a typical shy schoolgirl. a light blush would spread across his cheeks but he wasn't going to show you that.

you obviously noticed.

maybe he just felt uncomfortable with those words, and maybe that's why he acts like that.

which is why you stopped with the praises.

problem was — he continued to follow your orders like a dumb pup. it also could've been because he wanted to hear those words again yet they never left your mouth. you simply nod in thanks and left him be.

when goo gets fed up he quickly drops the rag in his hands on the floor, am i doing a good job, am i?

he wants to hear you say he's doing good, for you to guide him when he messed up. heck, he isn't even your cleaner and he just drops by and ends up cooking and cleaning everything!

a little more praise won't hurt.

he wants to hear it from your lips.

i just know his dumbass searched on google about his obsession. 'why do i like getting praised?', 'is it healthy for a man to be praised by a rich person?', 'how do i get someone to praise me'.

through those searches he'd fall into a rabbit hole of multiple videos of sub men. he most likely didn't even know they existed 😭

and that's how he realized he liked it. he liked the thought of you doing everything he saw in the videos.

following that, he'd confront you (very horribly, might i add). you were on a phone call when he suddenly burst into your office.

"do you wanna fuck me?!"

you spun in his direction, eyes wide. his clothes weren't ironed and his hair wasn't combed to perfection like he always had it. he ran here on foot.

you hung up on the phone abruptly, "pardon?"

goo swallows nervously, "why do you pay me for no reason?"

"...i don't have a valid reason," you squinted your eyes, where was he going with this? "i just thought it was cute to mess with you."

"oh.."

a tense silence falls over him, he slumps down in a chair and rubs at his face.

you nod after a while, "yes, i could keep paying you if you'd like."

huh?

"for sex?!" he was over the moon when you agreed. it was your goal after all — a very shitty goal, yes.

his eyes flutter shut in embarrassment when you took charge. he hated feeling like a caged animal yet, he somehow really enjoyed it. it caused something to stir in his stomach and he was pushed past a limit he didn't even know he had.

he found out he enjoyed being bossed around, especially in public spaces. where everyone could tell he was head over heels.

the fake blond whines when you push him against the bathroom stall. he was quick to throw his head back to allow you to attack his neck with open-mouthed kisses. "you–... you were taking too long!"

goo had been patient enough to wait for an hour at your meeting, as long as he was going to get a 'reward' for his good behavior but one hour turned into two, and then three. he no longer had the patience

"gives you no right to whine like a pathetic slut." he keens when you kiss under his ear, teeth biting gently at the lobe.

his fingers curl into your hair to pull you closer to him, as close as he could bring you. he pouts when you don't budge.

"i'm sorry."

he never truly was.

sub goo loves when you're angry. he wants you to take all your stress out on him. pull his hair, manhandle him, touch him however you want.

the best way to make him beg for forgiveness is to never give him what he wants.

what is it?

he wants it faster? you go slower and gentle. he wants you to slow down? you go faster and harder.

he wants you to get angry? take a deep breath and stay calm.

you sigh deeply before taking a step away from him. he cries at the loss. "i forgive you. now let's get out of here."

his chest heaves rapidly, you're going to leave him like this? with hickeys on his neck and a tent in his pants?

his eyes swell up with tears. he watches silently as the door shuts behind you, still pressed up against the stall.

"no!"

thats all i got.

[hunterbunter3000]

Can we have more with sweetheart and Kruger plssss 🥰

P.s I love your writing ❤️

EEEEE OF COURSE ♡ (and thank you! 🥹🥹 that means alot to me♡)

I'm so sorry I used Google translate for some of the language 😔

Content under the cut!

Tiny headcannon of mine that König is Sebastian Krueger's younger step-brother.

Krueger: Hallo again, kleine Göttin. (Hello again, little Goddess.)

141 Sweetheart, a bit nervous that this man is TALLER than König: Uh, hey Krueger!

Another dumb headcannon of mine is that Krueger is 7'1.

141 Sweetheart, whispering: König what the hell did he call me--

König grips her waist and pulls her close to him.

König, frowning: sie wird dir nicht gehören, Bruder! Dieses Mal nicht! (She's not going to be yours, brother! Not this time!)

Krueger: Oh? Und du denkst, sie wird dir gehören? Ich weiß bereits, dass hier viele Männer um ihre Zuneigung kämpfen. (Oh? And you think she's going to be yours? I already know that many men here are fighting for her affection.)

Krueger, stepping closer to the two: Glauben Sie dass es Ihnen gelingen wird, ihre Liebe zu gewinnen? (Do you think you will be successful in winning her love?)

König: Es ist mir egal, ob ich gewinne oder verliere. (I don't care if I win or lose.)

König, looking at Sweetheart with love in his eyes: As long as she is in my life, I couldn't be more happier.

141 Sweetheart: I am so confused--

--

When Krueger met Sweetheart, he was still apart of Chimera. Nikolai said he needed to provide Task Force 141 some new weapons for a 'messy' mission. Krueger had the urge to come with him when Nikolai said his old friend was bringing someone along. 'For protection.' As Krueger explained his reason to his leader. Nikolai snorts and shakes his head. He agrees anyway.

When they arrived at the meeting spot, Price drove up not too long after them. The Capitan got out of the car first then a tall woman who made Krueger's heart stop beating. Oh, how Krueger folded so hard when he saw Sweetheart.

Nikolai explained that she was still quite new to SAS, but moved quickly up in the ranks. She was gonna be a Sergeant in a couple of months. Krueger was quite intrigued. Nothing was new that she moved up in the ranks quickly, many good soldiers have done that. But what intrigued him was her knowledge of weapons. She broke them down like she was reading a children's book to you. Pointing out which thing does what with manicured hands and fluttering dolly eyelashes. The proud look on Price's face mixed with admiration made Krueger's hair stand up.

"Very knowledgeable, young lady!" Nikolai said as he looked up at her. She chuckles as her hands clasps together near her meaty hips. "Thank you kindly, sir! Sorry, automatics get me in an explaining mood."

Nikolai chuckles. "Not a problem, Sweetheart."

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart.

He called her Sweetheart.

Krueger's eye twitched. Nikolai and Price started talking again while she stood there, eyeing the big loadout with her hands behind her back, resting on her behind.

Stop it, Krueger. Enough. Stop looking. Stop walking towards her. Stop.

He couldn't control himself. His feet moved him out of the shadows and made a stop right behind her. Her perfume swirled up to his nose, the sweet and airy cocoa aroma teasing his willpower.

Her scent travels through his blood stream, wraps around his nerves and tangles in his brain. It's apart of him, forever.

Fuck, he wants to devour her.

Her high pitch yelp snaps Krueger out of his trance. He looks down at her wide eyes and her figure crouching behind Price. "Krueger! I thought you were staying behind." Nikolai asks. Krueger doesn't answer him. He's too busy staring at her pretty hands resting on her Capitan's shoulders.

They shouldn't belong on there.

His gloved hand hangs out for her to shake. "Sebastian Krueger. Apart of Chimera. Nice to meet you."

Price shakes it instead. "Capitan John Price. Task 141. Likewise."

That wasn't meant for you.

Sebastian's grip tightened in rage. Price narrows his eyes at the tall giant's sudden hostility. He could tell that handshake wasn't for him. Krueger lets go and moved his hand to her. She stares at it until her brain cogs move again.

"Oh!" She steps from Price and Krueger's shoulders relax. "Call me Sweetheart. Nice to meet you, Krueger!" She says with a smile.

Her smile...

Oh he's fucked.

--

That was so long for no reason omg

I'm still trying to get used to writing like this- like full on fics? So this is like practice! Lol let me know what you think!

[abiiors]

i saw someone ask this somewhere else and it had me thinking, how do you think Ross would act if he realised his partner has reached sub space?

obviously smut, no minors etc, etc. (i'm so sorry if i got things wrong, this is all based on what google told me)

okay so after an insane amount of research (maybe even some self-discovery along the way? 👀) here's what i think --

he's been making you cum for hours now, honestly you don't even know at this point, you've lost track of time. all you know is this feels so fucking good that you could cry honestly, maybe you are already crying, whimpering and sobbing as he rails into you and calls you his pretty little slut for taking him so well. which is everything you want to hear right now, that you've been good for him, that he has been enjoying himself and with each thrust and each slam of his hips you feel yourself slipping away more and more. your body feels like it's crumbling down and floating away on the breeze but in a GOOD way; freedom like you've never felt before. he notices how your cries die down, gradually get replaced by quiet, sweet hums of pleasure; unintelligent sounds that are somewhere between a moan and his name. he has a hand fisted in your hair that he uses to yank your head back so he can look at you properly, make sure you're alright. and that's when he sees the glazed out, far away look in your eyes, the way your head is practically lolling like you have no control of your body anymore, the dumb, absent smile on your face. and it dawns on him.

he's quite smug about getting you so cock drunk but he's also honed in his focus on any signs of discomfort or injury, signs that he might be pushing too far because you're too far gone to care about using your safe word. or being able to speak. so he pulls out for just a second so he can have you face him before continuing. pushes two fingers in your mouth that you swirl your tongue around and suck on while he keeps pounding into you in a gentle, sensual rhythm; hips bucking from the tight, wet feeling of you around him. it's a constant stream of praise after praise from his mouth too.

'your mouth was made for sucking on me wasn't it?'

'my needy little baby, what would you do without me?'

'did so well for me today, now just lay back and let me take care of you okay?'

and each time you hum around his fingers, it goes straight down to his cock. he knows how much you love this euphoric feeling, how much you wouldn't wanna come down from this high but everyone has to eventually and so he already has several things prepped for after the session for the both of you.

there's no way you're in any condition to move or walk on your own once the scene ends. but he's absolutely prepared for this. both of you have done your research into it and discussed your boundaries and what aftercare you would like etc. since your relationship is not JUST a dom/sub one (it's an actual romantic, monogamous relationship), he knows how much you would rely on just physical and emotional intimacy. so there's a whole aftercare routine.

he wraps you up in a soft blanket while he runs a bath for the two of you and makes sure to use your favourite bath bombs. it takes you some time to be verbal again but once you are (and once you're both in the bath; you between his legs, back pressed to his chest) he's asking questions like 'did you enjoy that?' and telling you how much he enjoyed it and how that was one of the best orgasms he's ever had (which is also true for you and you tell him that). and the glazed look in your eyes is still there so he makes sure to hold onto you and ask you about things you enjoyed the most and things you might want to skip the next time/didn't enjoy as much (there's barely any of that lmao, if any at all). he makes sure to wash your hair for you and give you a scalp massage while he's at it which makes you sleepier than before. but he's insistent on making you eat a small snack and have a warm beverage before you go to bed.

so once bath time is over, you're just both in the kitchen wrapped in fuzzy robes. he has the kettle on but he makes sure to let you grab onto his arm while he makes a small snack for the two of you. he absolutely adores how you latch onto him like a koala and how you hang onto his every word and get starry-eyed at every small compliment.

he also makes sure to check in emotionally for any signs of a sub drop (none for now but he's not going to stop checking in for the next two/three days. he's also not going to stop watching you closely). watching something together to wind down is out of the question since you're practically dozing off after two sips of your chamomile tea but he makes sure to dress you first in one of his t-shirts and some fuzzy socks while you're just there, speaking in a sleepy, love-sick voice, like 'you made me feel so good today. i love you so much. thank you for taking care of me.' and he appreciates it a lot because at the back of his mind he's always worried about accidentally hurting you but hearing you talk about how much you enjoyed it is all the reassurance he needs. and it doesn't take him long to fall asleep after that with how absolutely blissful and content he feels xo

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 11: Pet play + panty sniffing

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom bottom afab gn reader, sub top Rook Hunt, pet play, panty sniffing, degradation, masochism, humilation, premature ejaculation, praise, heavy dumbification, google translate french lmao

terms used for reader: entrance, hole

You don't have to say a thing when you open the door, revealing Rook with his face pressed into a pair of your underwear. He made eye contact with you as soon as you'd entered (he wanted to be caught so of course he was on high alert waiting for you). All you have to do is give him a look and he removes the garments from his face with a whine.

"Naughty bunny," you tut as you close and lock the door behind you. Rook is practically vibrating under your gaze. 

"Really," you start, crossing the space between you, "you're acting more like a pig than a good bunny." Of course you’re only mildly shocked to find him like this, but the growing heat and wetness between your legs reveals how much you like it.

"Non," Rook whispers, but his eyes are lit up with excitement at your degradation.

"No? You are my good bunny?" You ask, taking the underwear from his hands. Rook nods his head and you smile, "then show me," he knows exactly what your command means.

Obediently he turns back to your dresser, taking his bunny ears out, along with his fluffy white tail butt plug and lube. He undresses himself quickly while still making sure he doesn’t wrinkle his clothes (being the perfect vice housewarden of Pomefiore that he is), looking at you occasionally to make sure you’re still watching him.

He attaches his ears to his head and lays on your bed, slicking up his fingers then hastily pressing them inside himself. Rook makes quick work of opening himself up, letting out the sweetest moans and whimpers as he does so. 

“You’re stretched enough,” you tell him after a moment, not because Rook would get off on his fingers without your permission, but because you’re eager to move on. 

“Yes master,” he agrees quietly, carefully removing his fingers from himself and slides in his tail. Rook then pulls himself off the bed, standing in front of you, bowing his head in submission. 

Again you close the space between the two of you, reaching up to adjust his ears- they weren’t sloppy, you just want to hear the way his breathing quickens when you reach out to touch him. 

“Turn around,” you tell him softly, not even sparing a glance at his hard, red cock. Rook does as he’s told, turning so you can see his ass and the fluffy tail now settled between his cheeks. You let a hand come down to squeeze his ass, grinning when Rook lets out a choked sound at the sensation. You’d bet money that his hole is fluttering around his plug right now. 

“I know you weren’t trying to be naughty,” you run your hand from his ass up his back, “you’re just a silly bunny” Rook whines softly when you tug on the back of his hair, “who doesn't know any better, isn’t that right?”

“Oui,” he gasps out. You manhandle him around, so he’s facing you again. His cheeks are flushed now, his normally sharp and attentive green eyes lidded as he looks at you through his lashes.

“My horny, dumb bunny,” you coo, leaning in to kiss him. Rook, who is desperate for affection and attention at this point, tries to deepen the kiss. You pull away before he can,

“If I ask you a question will you have enough brains to answer?” you ask, running your hands down his chest and towards his groin. 

“Oui master,” he mumbles softly, his eyes flicking down in anticipation to where your hands will go.

“Do you want me to fuck your slutty bunny hole,” he squeezes his eyes closed, and lets out a guttural moan when you finally take a hold of his neglected cock. “Or,” you begin stroking him slowly, “do you want to fuck me, and give me your litter?” He gasps, leaning into your touch, his cock twitching at your words.

You continue to stroke him, but when you don’t receive an answer after a few minutes, you pinch at the head of his cock. 

“Merde,” he gasps, his hips rutting up involuntarily,

“I need an answer, dumb bunny,” you remind him, pecking his lips as you go back to stroking him.

“Ah,” he licks his lips after you kiss him, “s'il vous plaît, may I please fuck you master,” he asks so sweetly. 

“Good bunny,” you praise, kissing him again, and granting him the privilege of your tongue inside his mouth. When you pull away he’s breathless already, his pupils dilated. “Sit on the bed,” you command, pushing him gently back. 

Rook tries (and fails) to muffle the sound that comes out of him when he sits on the bed, pushing the plug deeper into his hole. You leave your shirt on- enjoying the imbalance of him being fully nude while you’re clothed- and take off your pants. The next to come off are your freshly soaked panties, which you unceremoniously toss at him. Rook catches them, and brings them to his face, moaning loudly as he inhales like a drowning man coming up for air. 

While he’s preoccupied with that you straddle his lap, taking the lube and quickly doing the bare minimum of prep work to your entrance. When your fingers leave your body and you instead turn your attention to coating Rook’s cock, he peeks out from behind your underwear. 

“Barely had to prep myself for your tiny bunny cock,” you tease, squeezing his base gently. Rook moans, but it’s muffled by the panties. 

Stabilizing yourself by placing your hands on his chest you carefully hoist yourself up, lining his dick with your hole. 

Both of you groan as you sink down on his dick. With the amount of lube you used and how wet you are combined, it doesn’t take long for you to be fully seated on top of him. You take Rook’s hands in yours, lowering the underwear from his face. 

“Show me how good of a bunny you can be,” you murmur softly. Rook discards your underwear, wrapping his arms around you instead. He holds you close as he begins to frantically rut his hips up into you. “Oh there we go,” you praise, shakily tucking his hair behind his ear, then playing with his faux bunny ones. 

It’s not often that Rook fucks you, and it’s even less often for him to do so in this headspace, so you nearly forget how wild he gets. You’d nearly mistake him for a beastman with the way he ruts into you like an animal, keening and whimpering, nuzzling his face into your skin and inhaling deeply. 

“Good,” you groan out breathlessly, “good boy Rook, fuck-fucking me so well,” you praise, curling your fingers in his hair and tugging. Rook babbles something incoherent, something that’s probably a mix of French and English that you can’t be bothered with deciphering as his cock fills and leaves you at an inconsistent pace. 

He humps his dick into you like a good bunny, drawing all sorts of praise and noise from you, until his hands are grasping frantically at your skin- a telltale sign that he’s going to cum soon. 

“Hah- cumming,” he gasps, and you’re surprised he’s speaking at all, nevertheless speaking in English. 

“Mngh, gonna cum bunny?” he nods, his ears bunny flopping around cutely. “That’s okay, ah, you can cum, fuh-fill me up,” he lets out a cry that sounds almost like your name, snapping his hips up into you roughly as he cums with your permission. You groan, your hands tightening into fists at the sensation. 

“Master,” he whines softly when he finally catches his breath, looking up at you with pleading eyes. 

“Oh I know bunny,” you cup one of his cheeks gently, “you feel bad getting off before me, huh?” he nods, leaning into your touch. “It’s okay, my dumb little bunny, you’ll make me cum, won’t you?” Rook nods again, more enthusiastically, “good. At least you know how to do that.”

Rook gives you a pleased grin, and for lack of better words, you know the two of you are going to be fucking like rabbits all night long.

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

The Real Thing

1- My Fault

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Aru Shah was screaming.

What's new?

"Y'know, when people say I like you to someone, they typically mean in a romantic way, dumbass."

Aru Shah was screaming at Aiden Acharya.

Well, an imaginary version of him.

It was dumb, and possibly psychotic, but what else could one do alone in their room?

Clean?

Bullshit.

The imaginary Aiden's presence was fleeting, and she had to refocus on the image of the boy in her mind to keep him in the corner of her room. "And what's the deal with you and Poppy, huh?" She turned to face the miraged boy. "It's all, 'we're friends, Shah,' and then you go giggling with that demon bitch-" a bit far, but a safe space is a no-judgement space, too.

She threw her clothes in a hamper. HA! Look! She could multitask. Laundry and screaming at an imaginary pretty boy.

"You know, the whole reason we're in this mess is because of her," she reminded him. There was no trace of recognition in his eyes, no reaction. Just a phantom that looked like the boy across the street. "I'm serious- don't give me that look- she was recording me and was going to ruin my life-" And you could have dealt with it, a small voice in her head interrupted. You could have fessed up to your lies and had a clean slate.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Shit. This was her fault. She knew, of course, but the lie that Poppy was the root cause had always given her comfort. Under the merciless glare of Aiden, though, the lie seemed more like a flimsy excuse, and she was at fault.

"FINE! You got me!" She yelled at the figure. "I let the Sleeper out. It's my fault."

No reaction.

She threw Vajra at the figure and opened a window. No more of this imaginary Aiden bullshit.

She didn't want to talk anymore.

2- House Of Friendship

"I didn't know you were a Taylor Swift fan," she said nonchalantly. She had opened the door to her room to find imaginary Aiden there. Might as well have a talk. "Let me guess, you tell people your favorite album's Folklore when you're more of a Lover girlie?" She raised a brow, grinning madly at the holographic boy.

Right. He's not real, despite the slight look of judgement developing on his face.

Shit, she's not supposed to even know anything about Taylor Swift.

"Uh, I mean... whaaaaat? Taylor who?" Her cheeks were on fire and there was no recovering. She groaned in repent, flopping on her bed. "I like Reputation," she said, voice muffled by her pillow.

"You know," she said suddenly, sitting up, "we should totally do an album listen. Like, when our queen of pop releases new music." She started pacing around the room. "Like, we'd put up fairy lights, and make a giant pillow fort- I trust you to bring food, but of course I'm gonna be in charge of the fort- Oh! And we could take my mom's AirPods and listen to the new album together! See, Wifey, technology!" She made jazz hands to imaginary Aiden grinning like an idiot. "You're so damn stubborn about technology," she groused when imaginary Aiden maintained his judgmental face. "I bet you're one of those people who don't like it when their thermostats are connected to google home or something like that," she got up to her computer, pulling up a picture of the google home tech. "See? Not so bad- but that wall color is!" She exclaimed in disgust. Aiden would agree with her. Army green is no color for a living room. Something about color theory and light, but she mostly thought it was ugly.

"There's no way our house is gonna look like that, you hear me? We do yellow and white and that's it-"

Oh.

Oh.

HOLD UP.

What was that about our house???

Yellow and white?!

WHY WAS ARU PLANNING THEIR FUTURES TOGETHER???

"I bet you're terrible to live with," she snapped at the imaginary Aiden. Surprisingly, he scowled at her in disapproval.

"What? You know it's true," she lied. It probably wasn't. He was probably one of those people who cleaned as they cooked and did laundry twice a week periodically so that it didn't pile up and, in that process, took care of all the soft ass blankets in the house which were probably really nice to cuddle in-

Aiden was smirking at her. A figment of her imagination was making fun of her.

"Rude," she muttered, throwing a pillow at him. He didn't disappear. "Ugh, you're probably one of those people who make their partners communicate and shit," she said, cheeks on fire.

STOP IMAGINING AIDEN IN A RELATIONSHIP! She screamed at herself.

"And, to make matters worse, you probably gatekeep all the food in arguments." Imaginary Aiden frowned at her. He turned to leave and she stumbled out of bed, grabbing at nothing. "NO- wait! C'mon, you and I both know I didn't mean it like that. You would be great to live with even if you're a snob, and we'd have a whole lot of fun painting a house together!" She pleaded desperately. Since when could imaginary Aiden decide for himself? "Really, I would love-" she choked on the word slightly, "- to- well, live with you! Cause love! And friendship!" She offered awkwardly.

He smiled at her before shaking his head.

Then he left.

Why did he always leave?

3- Promises...

"ARU-!"

And they were gone.

She was gone.

She was with the Sleeper.

There was no one here.

Make no noise, she told herself.

For twenty minutes, she sat there in silence, looking around. No one came.

She softly cried, the reality of the situation hitting her.

She was alone, in the Sleeper's lair. She wanted her mom. She wanted Boo. She wanted her sisters. She wanted the Potatoes.

She wanted to go home.

"I know, Shah. We'll get out of here soon." Imaginary Aiden. She couldn't be mad at him.

She shook her head like a toddler, sobs racking her body. "You don't know that." Aiden came up to her and hugged her, snaking his arms around her waist.

"Yes I do. They're not going to leave you like this." She could feel his breath against her ear, a phantom of a kiss to her forehead-

"But they should," she sobbed. "They should get themselves out of this mess and leave me here to rot." She looked up at imaginary Aiden. "You should, too."

"What, and leave the best person I know in the hands of our enemies?" Aiden smiled sadly at her. "I don't think so, Shah."

She had nothing to say to that. Her eyes were getting droopy and sleep was going to take her soon.

"Rest, Aru. You're not going to remember this, but I promise we'll get you out of here."

Her thoughts were messed up, and she wasn't thinking quite right, so maybe she was already asleep when she said it, or maybe imaginary Aiden heard her mumble 'I love you'.

Either way, darkness was reclaiming her soon.

4- ... And No Promises

"It's not so bad, asshole," she glared at imaginary Aiden in the corner.

"Yes it is, Shah," he glared back.

"Our souls in a past life were married- how is it any worse now?" She took the garland of her neck and took the bindi off. The ordeal with the vanara fake wedding had just gone down, and real life Aiden was throwing a hissy fit for the ages.

And so was imaginary Aiden now.

"It's worse because we, Aru and Aiden were gonna get married. Not Arjun and Daupadi. They're the soulmates, Shah, not us."

She wanted to scream that, by technicality, they were soulmates too.

Instead, she yelled at him. "And? Would it be so bad to marry me? Huh?" She walked menacingly towards him, at her wit's end. "You say and do all these things, but the minute you're faced with any kind of commitment you run away!"

Oh, boy. The floodgates were open now.

"We are not you parents! You are not your parents! You're better than that! You know better! I'm not going to leave you," she choked out, half bawling. It was an ugly cry, the kind that girls who were always unwanted did when they were reminded of their unwantedness. "I would never willingly leave you," she said again, determination set in her eyes. "That's what love is."

"None of that matters, Aru," imaginary Aiden said coldly.

"Because Kara, right?" She asked softly.

Aiden immediately softened. "Because I'm going to die, Shah." Aru was sure by now she had fallen asleep- there was no way the flying erasers came with the room she was in.

"No you're not," she said, confused.

"That's not something you can promise," Aiden said sadly.

He was right, for once.

She couldn't promise that.

5- Till Death Do Us Part

"Blind rage looks great on you, Shah," Aiden said snarkily.

She turned to him in hysteria, tears streaming down her face and a fire in her eyes. "You're dead," she spat. "You left me here."

"People need you," he said calmly.

"I need you! I matter more than those people- or at least I thought I did-"

"The greater good-"

"Is bullshit!" She screamed. Atlanta was empty in the thin 4 am morning light. "The greater good, and saving everyone is bullshit if you're not here!" She breathed in deeply, pulling herself together to deliver a final, some might even say deathly blow.

"If the stories are true- which they are- then I'm going to die soon."

Aiden froze in the corner of her vision, then immediately rushed over to her. "Shah? Hey, listen, you can't-"

It was like he was actually clinging to her shoulder. She did not move away. "Arjun dies soon after Draupadi does. It's over for me." She turned to him, nearly hopeful. "I'm done. I'm tired, Aiden. I don't want to fight without you."

It was his turn to rage, it seemed, cause Aiden shook her shoulders and Aru actually felt it. "Listen to me, Shah. I'm going to come back. But in order for me to do that, you have to fight. Giving up now ensures that we both die, and I'm not willing to accept that, yet."

She cried even harder. When did the world become deserving of this boy?

"Light 'em up, Shah," he said softly, holding her hands.

She nodded at him, cracking a smile only to say, "you mean, arson, right?" Before he laughed sadly at her and disappeared.

She could feel her soul fighting to escape her body, she could feel herself being drained of her lifeblood-

But she just.

Won't.

Stop.

6- For Real This Time

Aiden was in the corner of the room, typing away at his computer.

"I was thinking red velvet?" Aru asked.

He cracked a smile, looking up from his work on the laptop. "Do you know how to make it?"

"Brynne lives twenty minutes away," she replied. She pulled him out of his chair and wrapped her arms around him.

"What's this for?"

"Corporeal affection is superior to verbal affection."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning I need a damn hug, Wifey." She squeezed tighter, breathing in the scent of fresh laundry.

"Red velvet sounds a little extra, don't you think?" They were swaying softly on the spot to no music, and Aru leaned her head on his chest, listening to the stead thump of his heart.

"Yeah, but we are extra," she said. In full honesty, she would love to skip the dinner tonight with the Potatoes and just stay in bed, but she knew this was important.

"How about chocolate? I think we have a box mix in the pantry."

Aru sighed dramatically, falling back on their bed. "Fiiiiiine. But don't get offended when we get called basic."

"We are basic, Shah," Aiden said, already walking to the kitchen.

"Hey, I thought we were extra!" She called back.

Seems not.

When she finally got out of bed and into pants, she found Aiden mixing away in the kitchen, with powdered sugar in his hair.

Gods, this was real.

So, so real.

She smiled at him, thankful for the fact.

In the corner of her eye, imaginary Aiden waved goodbye, smiling softly as he faded away.

She didn't need him anymore.

She had the real thing.

[bteezxyewriter12]

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Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.7k

Includes- so much fluff, love making, missionary, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms

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Part 1

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Yoongi POV

"Shit", she curses while looking in her bag

"What jagi?", I ask looking up from my phone

"I can't believe I forgot"

"Forget what baby?"

"P.j.'s. I live in those things and I forgot to pack some. I'm so dumb"

She actually looks upset that she forgot

It's too fucking cute

"It's ok Jo. You can borrow one of my shirts. It should be long enough for you"

"Oh well ok", she agrees

Getting up from the bed, I go to my dresser and get out a soft oversized black t-shirt

This should be good

"Here jagi"

I hand her the shirt, then sit back on my bed

"Thanks baby"

I can't help but watch her as she changes

I take every change I can get to oogle her

And she knows it, so she does things like over exaggerate wiggling her ass while taking her skinny jeans off

Or slowly untying the bralette and letting it fall off of her instead of just taking it off

She's such a little shit sometimes

Her back is to me and I take the time to oogle her perfect ass in her barely there panties, her hips and the huge tattoo on her back that I love to run my fingers on

She takes my shirt and pulls it over her, head, letting it fall just below her thighs

She turns smirking at me and holy shit she looks so fucking good in my clothes

Such a little shit

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom to take my makeup off ok?"

"Sure jagi"

She leaves my room and I sit back on my bed

I reach my arm out quickly to get my phone and blinding pain shoots through my shoulder

Fucking hell

I knew it was going to get aggravated with all the jumping and sword waving

It's too soon to have another injection and I had to reschedule the therapy appointment since I'm filming the video this week

It sucks and it hurts

But I just have to suck it up until I can get to therapy

I put my other hand on my shoulder, rubbing it and moving my shoulder around

The pain is still there, cramping my muscle

Stupid car that hit me all those years ago

"Shoulder hurts baby?"

I glance up to see her standing next to me, a worried look on her gorgeous bare face

I nod

"Move up", she says waving her hand in front of me

"Jagi you dont-"

"Oh shush Yoongi. Of course I do. I'm not leaving you in pain"

I reluctantly agreed and scoot up so there's room for her to sit behind me

She always massages my shoulder

Almost every time we're together

She even goes with me to therapy and has them show her how she can massage me and help me at home

And she does it so well

I'm so grateful but I'm worried she's doing because she feels like she has to

She sits behind me, kissing the back of my neck, "Relax Yoongi"

I take a breath and try to relax as her hands start moving on my shoulder

She uses her thumbs to push against the muscles of my shoulder

I stiffen in pain

"Hurts baby?"

I nod

"I'm sorry baby. It's gonna hurt for a little"

"I know jagi. Don't apologize"

"But I don't want to hurt you"

I smile to myself

She's always worried about me

"I know you don't mean to jagi. It's ok"

"Ok", she answers, kissing the back of my neck again

This time I move from the shiver that runs down my spine from the kiss

She giggles, "Sensitive?"

I laugh, "Just from your lips baby"

"Aww. Who knew that Min, Yoongi could be so sweet and dare I say it....adorable"

"Ha. Only you get to see this side of me"

"I'm honored", she teases

I realize that my shoulder isn't hurting while she's pressing her knuckles into my muscles

She was distracting me so I wouldn't feel it

"When is your next injection?"

I think, "Uh next month. I think the 15th"

"Baby I think you should think about maybe seeing a doctor and rechecking your shoulder. Redo whatever tests they did before. You're shoulder is hurting a lot more than it was before"

Huh

Maybe

"You think jagi?"

"Yeah Yoongi. You used to be able to have no pain until your next injection. And you're getting them every month now. I think your shoulder might be getting worse baby and that's not good. I don't want anything bad to happen or get to the point where you'll be in pain all the time"

I mean she's right

Maybe I should go to the doctor to just check everything out

Everything she's saying so far is true

"I think I will jagi. It makes sense to check everything"

"Ok Yoongi. Let me know when you're going and I'll go with you ok"

"You want to go with me?", I ask in disbelief

No one likes going to doctor appointments

The waiting is annoying and then I don't even know if they'll let her come in with me

"Of course Yoongi. Unless you don't want me to come", she says as she runs her fingers on my shoulder

I shake my head immediately, "No jagi no. I do want you to come. I just don't want you to be bored"

"I won't be bored baby. I'll be with you"

God she's the sweetest, best girl I ever met

"Ok jagi. Thanks"

"Don't thank me baby. I'll do anything for you", she says, leaning over, kissing my cheek

"Fuck, I love you so much"

Her hand stops moving on my shoulder and I hear her soft gasp

What?

What happened?

Is she ok?

"Www...what did you say?"

Huh?

What did I say?

I said I-

Oh shit

I told her I love her

Fuck

"Did...did you mean what you said?"

I can't lie to her

And now that I said it, I can't take it back

I don't want to

I'm terrified but I want her to know

I slowly turn around and looked at her surprised face

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J POV

I stare at Yoongi in completely surprised, my heart in my throat

Did he really say he loves me?

Does he mean it?

Please, please, please let him mean it

Please

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together

He lifts his eyes to mine

"Yeah Joanne. I mean it. I love you"

Oh my God

This...this is my dream come true

"I'm so in love with you Joanne. I have been for a long time. Since close to the beginning of our relationship", he explains, "I just...I was scared to tell you. I've never been in love before and I didn't want to scare you. I didn't know if it was too soon to say it so I didn't. But yeah I love you."

I can't help the smile that bursts on my face

"I love you Yoongi"

The shock in his eyes is confusing to me

Does he think I wouldn't loved him?

Why?

There's nothing about him to not love

"Yeah?", he asks shyly

I nod, "Of course I do Yoongi. Why wouldn't I? You're everything I could ever want and so much more"

His mouth drops, "Really?"

"Yes baby. I'm so in love with you too. From close to the beginning of us too. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to scare you either. I mean you're an idol. You're always busy and I completely understand. But I didn't know if you took this relationship seriously, if after a few months you'd get tired of me and I was scared to say it"

"Never Jo. Never. I do take this relationship seriously. More serious than any other I ever had. I never loved any other girlfriends. I love you", he tells me, running his fingers in my hair

I smile at him, "I love you Yoongi, with all my heart. You're kinda my everything"

The smile on his face is so fucking beautiful, "You're kinda my everything too Jo"

Then he pulls me to him, his lips against mine

"I love you", he whispers between kisses, "I love you so much"

"I love you Yoongi", I answer, kissing him again, "My naekkeo"

"My jagi"

"My Yoongi"

"My Joanne"

My heart swells with love hearing him call me his

I am his, I was always his

Always

Pressing my lips to his again softly, we kiss, our arms around each other

He slowly moves me back on the bed, moving on top of me, kissing me deeply

Moving my hands under his shirt, I slowly move them up, feeling his muscles and taking the shirt up too

He moves with me to get it off him, his lips leaving mine only for the second it takes to pull the shirt over his head

His kisses feel so good, the pressure of his lips against mine, his tongue brushing up against mine

I could kiss this man forever

His hand moves under my shirt, softly caressing my skin

Normally it'd tickle when he touches the sides of my body but now it feels too good

Fuck, when he touches me, my mind goes blank and all I want are his hands roaming everywhere

"Take it off for me jagi", he whispers

I nod, moving my arms up and lifting my body slightly from the bed so he can slip the shirt off

His lips attack my neck, kissing, licking and sucking while his hands squeeze my boobs softly

"My baby's so pretty", he whispers, trailing hot kisses across my shoulder

Every nerve where his lips land heats up as if I'm on fire

He changes the direction his kisses go, trailblazing down to my chest

I swear his kisses alone can get me off

His mouth kisses around my nipple, making me shiver and wait in anticipation

His tongue glides along my nipple making me moan loudly, my body arch on its own

"Yea baby, let me hear your pretty sounds. Fuck I love them"

His mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking softly, pleasure creeping along my body, my panties flooded

His hand slides down my body, mouth still on my boob and he pulls my panties down, agonizingly slow

He switches nipples and hands, pulling the other side of my panties off

"Yoongi", I moan, playing with his hair

"Want to be inside you baby. Right now"

That is exactly what I want too

I move up slowly, both of us on our knees, reaching for his pj pants

I press my lips to his neck, right in the spot that I know he loves

"Jo, baby", he whimpers

Sliding my hands under his pants and boxers, I push them down to his knees

Gently I push him back and he goes willingly, laying on his back

I get his clothes off, then climb on him

"Fuck jagi, you're so beautiful", he whispers, his gorgeous brown eyes looking at me

I feel my cheeks turn pink

I can never get used to Yoongi, an idol, telling me I'm beautiful

Never

"So are you baby", I tell him, then lean down, kissing him deeply

His arms wrap around me, holding me on him as he kisses me back

These kisses are different

They're not the normal wild, desperate kisses nor the sweet gently ones

They're slow, passionate, full of love

I can feel his love for me and I hope he can feel mine for him

I feel his fingers trailing up and down my back, making my skin tremble

I pull away looking down at him

Running my hand in his hair, I cup his cheek gently

"I love you", I tell him

The smile that bursts on his face is so bright, so happy

I love making him happy

That's all I want to do, make him happy

"I love you", he answers, "so much"

I nod, "So much"

Sitting straight up, I shift, easily getting him inside and sinking down on him

Both of us moan loudly while I push down, getting him in more and more, a little at a time

"So good jagi", he moans

"Yeah baby. You feel so good", I agree

Bottoming him out, I sit on him for a few seconds, feeling him inside

My body shakes a little and his hands rub up and down the sides of my body

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah just wanna feel you"

"I know baby. I love feeling you too. So perfect for me"

I'm ridiculously happy, just like I always am every time he tells me that

"Am I good for you jagi?"

I nod my head rapidly

Of course he is

He has to be crazy to think he's not

"Always baby. Always perfect", I reassure him

Placing my hands on his smooth, muscular chest, I slide up his cock then go back down slowly

"Yes baby, yes", he moans

I keep moving, going a little faster

I move my fingers up and down his chest to his stomach, gently touching and feeling his soft skin

Once my hands are on him, I can't stop touching him

He takes my hand, kissing my palm and my heart bursts with love for him

I move my hips, grinding against him, pleasure flowing

He closes his eyes, whimpering

"So good jagi", he praises

Leaning back, I put one of my hands on his thigh as I bounce softly

I tilt my head back, feeling him, how hard he is, how fucking perfectly he opens me up, how snugly he fits inside

Like he was meant to be there

"Yoongi", I moan

"So beautiful baby", he whimpers, making me look at him

He's watching me, biting his lip, pleasure on his face as his hands reach up and squeeze my breasts

I move down and at the same time he moves his hips up, meeting me, going in so deep, hitting my spot

"Yoongi", I cry, stars bursting in my vision

"There baby?"

I nod, my hands gripping his wrists as he thrusts again

"Ok my baby. Whatever you want jagi"

We keep moving together, the pleasure intense

I clench on him involuntarily, hearing him gasp

"Again baby, do it again"

This time I squeeze him on purpose, hard

"Yes Jo, please jagi, hold me tight. Don't let go", he begs

I nod, making a conscious effort to keep a tight hold on him

I want him to feel maximum pleasure too

"Please jagi, cum on me. Please. I want it"

God, hearing him beg for my orgasm is so hot and such a rush

We move again and I snap, moaning his name, ecstasy washing over me

Oh god it feels so fucking good

He feels so good, so hard and hitting my spot

"Yes good girl. My best girl", he praises

When I finish, Yoongi holds my waist and turns us, my back against the bed

Even though I just came, I'm ready for more

As long as it's with Yoongi, I'll always be ready for anything

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Yoongi POV

I press my lips to hers, wrapping her legs around me

I can never get enough of her

Enough of her kisses, her moans, her touches, her orgasms, her

Just her

She takes over all my senses, takes over everything until it's just her

And I wouldn't have it any other way

I move inside her, over and over, feeling the pure pleasure she gives me

Her arms keeps me pressed against her, holding me tightly, her small hands gripping my back hard

She moves her lips from mine, dragging kisses along my neck

My body shivers on it's own when she licks a spot that I love

She moves one hand around my neck, into the back of my hair, pulling me against her

"I love you Yoongi", she whispers in my ear, making my entire world spin

That's all I want

Her love

To give her all of mine

"I love you Joanne", I tell her

She holds me tighter, her hips moving against me

God she feels incredible, pushing me closer

The way she feels, so tight, so wet, so warm

Sucking me back inside her, holding me inside, throbbing perfectly

"Fuck baby, I love being inside you. I can stay in you all fucking night"

"And I want you there baby", she murmurs

Lifting my head from her shoulder, I watch her under me, pleasure all over her face, he head back against the pillow as she breathes heavily

So fucking stunning

Taking my hand from around her neck, I kiss her palm again, then lace our fingers together

She kisses then back of my hand, the places our hands on the bed, gripping my hand tightly

She's fucking everything

I feel her getting tighter and I know she's close

Good because I'm right there too

"Yoongi", she whimpers

"Almost jagi", I whisper to her

"Kiss me", she asks

"Always", I answer, pressing my lips to hers

Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she moves hers right against mine

She moves with me and pure bliss takes over as I cum deep inside

Her body shakes, her pulsing getting faster and I feel her cum around me at the same time

"Fuck, Joanne", I moan, "I love you"

"I love you Yoongi", she whimpers, her body arching against mine, her hand squeezing mine

Complete bliss

I lay my head on her chest when we finish, catching my breath, listening to her heart beating hard

She runs her fingers in my sweaty hair, feeling good

Our hands are still wrapped together and I'm not letting go any time soon

After a few minutes, I lift my head to find her smiling at me

"I love you", she says

I will never get tired of hearing that

"I love you", I tell her, making her smile wider

"Stay with me", I ask

She raises her eyebrow, "I am silly"

That's not what I mean

I wanted to ask her something

Something I've been working myself up to ask and I was going to ask tonight

I never expected that we'd tell each other we love each other

I'm worried what I'm going to ask may be moving too fast

But I'm going to ask anyway

"Stay with me always"

"I will baby. I love you. I'm never leaving you"

I nod, "Then can you...move in with me?"

Her eyes widen

"You...you want that?"

I nod, "So much jagi. I...I was going to ask you tonight to move in. I...I was going to wait to tell you I love you until after we possibly lived together for a few weeks if you said yes. I'm glad I said it now though. And I don't want to seem like we're moving too fast-"

"Yes", she blurts

"Yes?", I repeat stupidly

"Yes Yoongi. I want to live with you. More than you can ever know. Being with you all the time.....that's like my dream", she says, blushing

"Funny, that's my dream too"

"Yeah?"

"Yes jagi. I want to be with you always"

"Good", she smiles, the presses her lips to mine

And I kiss her back so happy everything is falling into place

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

2 days later

J POV

"Yoongi you should of taken more care of your hands naekkeo!", I scold, turning his hands over in mine

He has blisters all over from practicing with the sword

"I know baby but the blisters just happened. I had to practice and I just ignored them"

"You should of told me! I could of....I don't know do something? Take care of you?"

I don't really know what I could of done but I could of googled something

He smiles at me, "You already take good care of me jagi"

I smile

I try to

The hairstylist moves around Yoongi, putting the blond wig on him

This is the second and last day of shooting for the video

He did all the filming for the black haired Agust D yesterday

The makeup artist put a cool scar prosthetic on his face and it's been there since yesterday

I had to help him shower and wash his hair, clean his face without messing up the make up

Not that it mattered because I got to see him naked and that's always a good time

I didn't notice the blisters on his hands but to be fair as soon as we got to my apartment, he was naked the whole time

So I was distracted

We went to the dorm after and he had to sleep on his back to avoid messing up the scar

The makeup artist just finished touching up the scar

It looks bad ass

And so does the blond wig they're putting on him

"I like the hair baby", I giggle

"Yeah?"

I nod, "I like how long it is too"

"Hmmm is that your way of telling me to grow out my hair?"

I snort, "No naekkeo. If you want to you can but don't do it for me."

"I was thinking about it. Not this long though", he says

"Whatever you want naekkeo"

"So I was thinking tomorrow we can get boxes and start packing up your apartment?", he asks

I nod, "Yeah ok. I gotta go through stuff to throw away too"

"You don't have to throw anything away"

I do

I don't want to take all my shit and stuff Yoongi's apartment

He shakes his head when I tell him this

"Jagi it's our apartment, not mine. You can fill it with as much stuff as you want"

I shake my head

We've disagreed about this before

I say it's his apartment because he bought it and pays for all the bills

He says it's ours and he added my name as an owner

Which I scolded him for

I tell him I'll pay for the bills, he says he's taking care of it

I give him money, he refuses and puts it in a joint bank account we opened two days ago

He says the money is mine and he's leaving it there

He's so difficult sometimes

I told him I'm not a moocher

Her proceeded to laugh in my face and tell me he knows that

Then he said he loves me, he's paying for the bills and I just need to accept it

So I have

For now

"I have to go through my stuff anyway baby. I have too much and some things I haven't used in years."

He holds my hands tightly, "Ok baby but don't go crazy throwing everything away ok?"

"I won't"

Yoongi and I decided that we'd wait to move until after he filmed the video.

So we're spending next week packing and moving

"I got the guys to help us", he says

"The guys? They weren't too happy about you moving out"

I was with Yoongi when he told them, yesterday after the shoot when we got back to the dorm

And they were less than enthused

Yoongi asked me to go to his room and I heard yelling and arguing

"Yeah well they got over it. I told them we love each other. That is isn't an impulsive decision. That we're starting our lives together. They understood after that"

"Oh alright"

I didn't ask anything last night because I didn't know how the argument ended and I didn't want to upset him

"But Namjoon can't lift any fragile boxes. I don't want anything breaking", I blurt out

Yoongi bursts out laughing, the hair stylist stopping what she was doing because he's laughing so hard too

"You're right jagi. I don't want any broken things either"

I giggle, "Poor Joonie"

He snorts, "No poor stuff"

I laugh, holding his hands tightly while I watch the hairstylist fix the blond wig

He styles the hair so that all of it is up, then he puts a long black silk cloth on his forehead like a bandanna

God he's so hot

"You ok jagi?"

I look up at him to see him smirking at me

"Yeah"

"You sure? I saw your legs clenching together"

I glare at him, "Fine. You're hot. Super sexy. Want to fuck you. Happy?"

He smirks, "Yeah baby. I'm happy my girlfriend is attracted to me"

"Oh shush"

He laughs, standing up when the stylist tells him he's done, pulling me up with him

He's already dressed in the king clothes.

Black silk shirt with a gold dragon on it, a white shirt underneath it, black pants, a black silk robe with gold dragons on the shoulder and black sneakers with white soles

And so many chains around his neck

Fucking hot

The director calls him and he holds my hand, taking me with him

He doesn't let go of me as he talks with the director and asks questions to be clear what he has to do

I don't mind

I like being wherever he is, being near him

"Jagi, you can stay behind the camera and watch ok?", he says to me, startling me out of my thoughts

"Oh are you sure? I don't want to be in the way"

"You're not jagi. It's the same as yesterday remember"

I nod

I stay behind the camera the whole time watching Yoongi act

It's easy for him to act sexy because he fucking is

The smirks, the withering glares, the coy glances

The way he walked down from the throne turned me on

After filming inside the palace and the balcony, everything moves outside to the courtyard

I watch Yoongi lip sync rapping

He's so good at it

His facial expressions and movements are amazing

In between takes the cameras go up to him and the cameraman asks him questions which he answers

Probably for a behind the scenes video that will be uploaded after the video is released

They did this yesterday and when they were filming before

Yoongi actually did an interview yesterday too about the video and the song

I didn't know a music video was so involved

When that finishes, the hair stylist calls Yoongi and does his hair into a half up, half down style

The whole time he's next to me as much as he can be

The director calls him again and he gets up, telling me he'll be right back

When he comes back, he tells me he has a small break

"Are you hungry jagi?"

"Yes", I answer

I'm actually really hungry

He smiles at me, "C'mon hungry baby"

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After we eat, it's time for the sword dance

I'm so fucking excited

To see him in the costume actually doing it

I can't wait

I watch him take some pictures with an intimidating expression

He looks scary but he's such a soft teddy bear

His duality is crazy

He spends a few minutes, swinging the sword around, I guess getting used to it

The director calls to begin and the music comes on

Yoongi starts and I watch open mouthed

He bends his knees and thrusts the sword then turns around swinging the sword in front of him, then pulls it behind him

He practiced so much and he does every move so gracefully and flawlessly

He swings the sword in front of him again, bringing it over his head and pointing it straight out

Then he uses both hands to grip the hilt, slicing down to the side

God he's so cool

My boyfriend is fucking cool and amazing

He swings the sword, spin jumping once, twice, swinging the sword again

Oh my fuck

If I could, I'd jump on him right now, fuck him until we're both sore

He's been so tired the last few days, passing out as soon as we get home or out of the shower

So there's been no sex

But I'm going to fix that tonight

After a few more takes he finishes and comes over to rewatch the footage

He pulls me to him, standing behind me with his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder

"Was it good jagi?", he whispers as we watch the footage

"Of course. You're Agust D, Min Suga Genius. Of course it's good"

He bursts out laughing, kissing my cheek, "You're so fucking adorable."

"I try", I tease

"You don't have to. It comes naturally"

I giggle, as I feel more kisses on my cheek

"Ahem", the director says

Yoongi stops kissing me, clearing his throat

"Yes?"

"So this is great footage and we won't need to film this again"

Yoongi nods, "What's next to shoot?"

"Nothing. We're done"

"Alright"

Yoongi thanks the director and everyone, then takes my hand bringing me back to the dressing room

"I'm going get all this off ok and we can go"

I nod, "Ok baby"

He comes closer to me, leaning to my ear, "And when we get home, I'm going to take care of the problem between your legs. All night"

I gulp, nodding in excitement

"I love you", he whispers

"I love you", I answer

He kisses my cheek then I watch him walk away, eager to get home and get the night started

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Yoongi POV

"Yoongi!", she cries, her hips moving against my face as I tongue fuck her

I already made her cum twice with my tongue, working on a third

I kept my word and I'm taking care of the problem I made between her legs

Which I'm happy to fix

Keeping her legs wide open, I slide out of her hole, lavishing her clit with soft sucks then dip back into her pulsing hole

I love feeling her pussy throb on my tongue making me eager to get her throbbing on my cock

I move my tongue in and out a few more times, shoving in as far as I can, wiggling around

She moans my name, coming around my tongue

Her legs shake around my head, her fingers twisting my hair as she keeps me against her coming pussy

Her sweet cream pours into my mouth and I eagerly swallow all of it

"Mmm baby, you're cunt is my favorite thing to eat"

"Fuck Yoongi", she moans

"So good jagi. My pussy always feeds me so well", I praise her

"Mmm hmm", she whimpers

Pulling away, I sit up, turning her over

She moves on her hands and knees, her pretty pussy on display for me

I spread her lips open, watching her hole pulse around nothing, dripping so much juice

"Fuck, I'm gonna stuff this hole so we'll jagi. Wreck you, fuck the life from you"

"Yes Yoongi, please!", she cries

Shoving my cock inside her, I bottom out in one stroke with her screaming in pleasure

Her cunt immediately pulses around me, latching on tightly

I take the time to admire the way her pussy lips look wrapped around my cock, her little slit straining so much

"God baby, you're pussy looks so good stuffed with my cock"

"Wanna be good for you", she whines, "Please fuck me naekkeo"

Not wasting another second, I start moving, in and out of her warm cunt, splitting her wide open on my length

"Yes baby yes. Fuck faster! Harder", she yells

Opening her legs more, I bang her hard, watching her cream my cock so well

"So much cream jagi. Love it"

She just moans, taking the pounding I'm giving her

"Such a tight pussy for me. Do you like getting ruined on my cock?"

"Love it!", she cries, her body shaking

I hit her spot, plunging deep inside her over and over, her spasms getting faster

"Yoongi, I'm gonna cum"

"Yes baby", I urge her, "Fall apart around my cock jagi"

"Oh god, Yoongi", she moans, her pussy so tight as she cums

Sheer pleasure hits me hard as her cunt orgasms on me

"Yes jagi! Fuck, yes suck my cock", I yell, squeezing her hips hard, "Fuck I don't know what's better at sucking my cock, your cunt or your mouth"

Both are equally as pleasurable

I watch her cream pour from her cunt, dripping onto the bed

I fuck her harder, through her orgasms, wrapping my arm around her waist, fingers pressed into her clit

When my fingers rub her bump she screams loudly, wetting me so much

Sheathing my cock inside her, I grind against her spot, moving my hips in a circle while I play with her clit

"Yoongi! Don't stop!"

I'm not

I know she likes this just as much when I fuck her

She loves rocking on my cock when she's on top and I can do it for her too

"Yoongi! Yoo-", she shouts, her words cutting off, just screams falling from her mouth

My cock and pelvis get soaked, my eyes on her squirting pussy

"Yes good girl. Gush for me baby", I demand, moving my fingers faster as I begin to thrust into her again

Her squirt flies everywhere but I don't care

I just want her to keep squirting

The first time she did, I was so fucking turned on, I fucked her for hours after

And it turns me on every time to see her cunt gush

When she stops, she moves, sliding her cunt up and down my shaft

I stop moving, letting her fuck my cock, watching her slit split open for me, feeling the bliss she's giving me

"Mmm baby. Can't get enough of my cock huh?"

"Never", she pants, going faster

She hits her spot, crying loudly, then continues to fuck herself there

"Such a good girl, using my cock to get off"

"Mmm hmm", she moans, "Gonna cum on your perfect cock"

"Yeah baby, gimme that cream", I murmur, feeling myself getting close

"Oh god naekkeo!", she moans, coming on my dick

She keeps moving during her orgasms, slamming back into me over and over, her cunt throbbing so hard

And throwing me into an orgasm, ecstasy blinding me

"Joanne! Jagi! Oh fuck", I yell, grabbing her hips and holding her on my cock as I shoot my load deep inside her tight pulsing pussy

It feels fucking amazing, her cunt milking my cock for everything I have

When the pleasure ebbs, I pull out of her, collapsing next to her

She lays down, turning and cuddling into me

"I love you", she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek, making my heart bursts in happiness

I swear I will never get tired of hearing that

"I love you Jo", I tell her, wrapping my arms around her, moving my fingers in her hair

She yawns, her arms around me as I pull the blanekt over us

We're both tired and we need sleep after getting up early today

Shutting the lamp off, I settle into bed with her, kissing her forehead

"Night jagi"

"Night naekkeo"

I close my eyes, so comfortable wrapped in my jagi's arms

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

1 year later

Yoongi POV

Joanne is fixing the black bandana that's across my forehead

"Hurry baby. You have to go back on stage in a few minutes "

She fixes my hair and smooths out my clothes

"Everything's ok?", I ask

"Yeah baby. Perfect. My king", she teases

She grabs the sword off the table handing it to me

"Hold on jagi", I tell her, reaching in my pocket

Now's the time

I'm crazy for doing it now but I'm back in the Daechwita clothes

It's part of the concert tonight

Daechwita today, Chicken Noodle Soup tomorrow

My song, this outfit, the sword reminds me of the first time we said I love you

It has so much more meaning for me than I ever thought it could be

"Yoongi?"

I open the box with one hand, then look at her

She's holding the sword out to me

Instead I kneel down on one knee

"Yoongi....what the fuck are you doing?"

I can't help but laugh

Classic Joanne response

I hold the box up to her with the ring I had made just for her

"What the fuck are you doing?", she gasps, her hand going over her mouth

The fingers in her other hand turn white as she grips the hilt of the sword so hard

"Well, I'm asking you to marry me"

I sound confident but I'm scared

I know she loves me just as much as I love her

But marriage is different from a relationship

Marriage is a huge change, huge commitment

I'm ready and I hope she is too

"I love you Jo. So much. I'd take the time to tell you all the things I love about you but I kinda have to perform in a minute"

She giggles and I feel myself relax a little

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I never want to let you go jagi and I won't. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me Jo? Be my queen?"

"Yes Yoongi. Of course yes!", she yells excitedly

Pure euphoria fills me

She said yes

She's going to marry me

She's going to be my wife

This is one of the best moments of my life

I stand up quickly, crashing my lips to hers in a huge kiss

Her arms wrap around my neck, holding me close as she kisses me back

"Yoongi! C'mon!", Namjoon calls

I pull away from her and quickly put the ring on her finger

I cup her face, looking in her eyes

"Tonight baby. We'll celebrate tonight"

She nods, tears in her eyes, "Yeah baby. Ok. I love you"

"I love you so much", I answer

I kiss her again, Namjoon yelling for me

"Go baby", she whispers, putting the sword in my hand

She kisses me quickly and I leave, jogging to the stage

I quickly sit down on the throne and school my features to make it look like I'm disinterested in everything

But inside, it's the opposite

I'm so happy and I can't wait to be with her later

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J POV

I watch Yoongi on stage from the side of the stage, sitting in the throne as the music for Daechwita starts

My heart is overjoyed

I'm engaged

To Min, Yoongi, Suga, Agust D

He wants me for the rest of his life

I'm literally on cloud nine

The love of my life wants me forever

I had no idea he was going to do that

Not at all

I was shocked to hell

And right before he had to go back on stage

Saying no was never an option

Never

I'm ready to be married to Yoongi

Oh god he's going to be my husband

Holy shit

Fucking awesome

I love him so much, so much more than I ever loved anything

I watch the guys rap Yoongi's song as he sits on his throne, looking like he doesn't have a care in the world

He's so freaking handsome

And funny and just the best

God I'm so happy

I look down at the ring

It's beautiful, simple and it glitters beautifully in the sun

He knows me to a T because I love the ring so much

It's everything I could ever want

He's everything I could ever want

My naekkeo

I raise my eyes back to the stage, watching Hobi rapping

Yoongi stands up after Hobi finishes and starts rapping

"I'm a king, I'm a boss"

That line reminds me that he asked me to be his queen

I giggle in my hand

He's so cute

He's my king so it fits that I'm his queen

When the song ends, I watch Yoongi take off his bandanna and his Daechwita clothes on the stage

God, he even makes taking a jacket off a sexy act

He turns his head towards me and mouths I love you

I mouth it back to him and he smiles

He's so beautiful

And he's mine

I smile widely, watching him during the next song, excited for our future

I know that as long as Yoongi is with me it's going to be perfect

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Community - Jeff & Study Group - Pride Month Prompt 30 : Aromantic

Warning : Arophobia Requested by : Anonymous on my Google Form Request : I'm not sure if you're taking requests for the Pride Month prompt challenge or not, but I really like aromantic!Jeff Winger and I'd like to read a fic about it on the last day of the challenge if possible Pride Month Prompt : Write a fic in which an aromantic character (can be a canon or headcanoned character) is coming out to/being comforted by/otherwise talking about romantic orientation with their friend(s) or queerplatonic partner Headcanon : Alloaro!Jeff

"Guys, I've realized something about myself" Jeff said with a big smile on his face as he entered the study room. The rest of the group looked up at him.

"You are gay" Pierce guessed.

"Uh, no" Jeff shook his head as he set down his bag by the leg of the table and sat down. "I'm... Aromantic"

The room went still.

"Sorry, you're whatnow?" Shirley asked. Everyone else seemed equally confused- Except for Britta, that is.

"I call bullshit" the blonde spoke up. Everyone looked at her. Jeff seemed uncomfortable.

"Um-

"If you're aromantic, what's with all the advances you've been trying to make on me since day one?" she asked.

"I think you're hot and wanted to have sex with you, not a whole relationship" Jeff said and then winced as he realized how that came out. Britta scoffed. "I didn't mean it like that"

"Okay, Jeff" she rolled her eyes. The man looked hurt, which was odd, but seriously who the hell did he think he was? There were people out there who were actually aromantic and here he was flagging the label around because he had commitment iss-

He got up and left the room.

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Abed walked into he and Jeff's dorm room and took in the sad expression on his roommate's face.

"So, what's aromantic?" he asked. Jeff chuckled humorlessly.

"You heard what Britta said" Jeff sighed. "It doesn't matter"

"Britta tends to do surface-level research on a lot of things, but she rarely actually makes an effort to understand them" Abed replied. "I'd like to know what it means to you, since you're the one who this is actually about"

Jeff smiled weakly at his friend before taking a deep breath and giving an explanation.

"I've just never saw myself in a real relationship with anyone" he explained. "Romantically, I mean. Sex is nice. Friends are nice. But the idea of dating someone just isn't all that compelling to me" he continued. "And it's not just an issue of not wanting to commit"

"Okay" Abed said. Jeff stared at him for a moment.

"Okay?"

"Okay" Abed repeated. "Do you want me to tell Britta that?"

"No, no, I'll do it" Jeff replied before groaning in annoyance. "This whole thing is so dumb..."

"I don't think it's dumb"

"Well, thank you, Abed"

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"Britta, hey" Jeff said meekly as he approached the blonde in the line of the cafe. She rolled her eyes and looked away but didn't tell him to fuck off, so he supposed he could continue. "I want to talk about what happened"

"Are you done pretending to be something your not so you don't have to own up to your bullshit?"

"Britta, I'm not pretending to be anything, I-"

"Right, right" she laughed humorlessly. "Of course. Because big and mighty Jeff Winger never does anything wrong"

"Britta, lis-"

"He'd never treat a woman like an object he can just fuck and then throw out. No, no, cause he's different and special"

"Brit-"

"He's 'aromantic', so it's all perfectly well and good if he-"

"BRITTA!" he shouted and a few people turned in their direction, concerned. Britta's mouth clamped shut as she stared at the agitated man. "Sorry... Sorry, I didn't mean to yell" he apologized. She still said nothing. "I just... Look, I'll buy your breakfast, but please just... Sit and listen to what I have to say?"

"Okay, Jeff" she agreed quietly before pulling out her phone to text him her order as she sat at one of the smaller tables.

He returned a few minutes later with two coffees, a croissant, and the sandwich that Britta had asked for as well. He sat by her at the table and handed her her breakfast before contemplating his next words, grateful that she just remained patient.

"I've never felt... The urge to get romantically involved with people" he explained. "It's not that I have a fear of commitment or anything like that, I just don't want it" he continued. "And yeah, sex is nice. I like having sex with people, but just so long as we're... Friends. The thought of anything becoming more than platonic fuck buddies just... It isn't appealing to me"

"...Jeff-"

"What?"

"I'm sorry" Britta sighed. Jeff's eyes widened. "I mean, I'm sure you can understand why I was on guard, but still... I shouldn't have said those things. If this is how you really feel, then I'm sorry, and I accept you"

"So... Does that mean we can be fuck buddies now?"

"Very funny"

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Jeff walked in for study group with a weak smile on this face. "I'm gonna try this again"

Abed smiled. Britta nodded.

"I am Aromantic" he said, this time with more confidence. In response to the confused looks, he continued. "It just means I don't feel the want or urge to date people. I don't feel that spark, and I'd like for all my relationships to remain platonic"

"Oh, okay" Troy nodded genuinely. "That makes sense"

"Thank you for telling us, Jeff" Shirley smiled.

"This actually makes a lot of sense" Annie laughed lightheartedly.

"Pierce?" Jeff asked, looking at the old man. The man seemed to consider this for a moment before speaking.

"So... You're still gay, right?"

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 30 LGBT-centered prompts that you can find here

[spikybanana]

get to know me: tag game

tysm for the tag @mkaugust <3<3!! I loved these questions

Relationship status - *error: field does not exist in database* *system has been thrown into infinite loop* (me + romantic relationship is not making sense in head and I'm overthinking now, don't mind me XD)

Favourite colour - I'm on a bit of a navy blue/black kick recently :3

Favourite food - idk actually. I don't spend enough time thinking about food ahaha. I say "rice" whenever my brother asks this question and it annoys him so much, it's so cute. ("what do you mean just rice?? you've got to be lying!")

Song stuck in your head - OKAY LOOK, I'm actually proud of figuring this out: this is always the song I paused on before going to do something else, and if I go back to listen to the song the whole way through, it stops being stuck in my head. (right now it's Over & Over by Fleetwood Mac)

Last thing you googled - "where does nietzsche say if truth exists it doesn't matter to me" IDK I'm trying to pull an essay out of thin air here D;

Time - 21:05, on the whole a very sane hour to be on tumblr?

Dream trip - drop. me. in. the. middle. of. tibet. and. I. will. live. there. forever. (yes yes college hippie urge to abandon society etc it's true I admit it)

Last book/fic you read - I'm slowlyyy listening to Crime and Punishment atm? and last book I finished was Nietzsche's the Gay Science which is like, idk WHY I do this to myself. he just makes me want to bang my head on the table. And uhhh I really haven't had mental space to read a good long fic recently it's so sad!! I can't wait for holidays when I can spend 2 whole days thinking about nothing else and sink my whole body and soul into a story lol

Last book you enjoyed - I actually really like Crime and Punishment. but also: Worlds of Exile and Illusion by Ursula Le Guin

Last book you hated - Dune. I hated reading it so much really could not stand the prose sorry:((( I rly hope my own sci fi au doesn't read like that haha...

Favourite thing to cook/bake - I'm a rly impatient cook so recently it's a simple spicy soy sauce soup noodles. it's so quick and warm and tastes of home :)

Favourite craft to do in your free time - >:) *inserts my origami sideblog* again, haven't gotten around to anything seriously cool recently but I love a little modular origami/kusudama

Most niche dislikes - (august I stole the beverages theme) idk if this counts but I always go "heh?" when people call bubble tea "boba tea" ahahaha this is so dumb & there's like NO reason at all I don't know why it irks me so much

Opinion on circuses - ...? (I don't... think I know anything about modern day circuses but I suspect it's the sort of thing that could send me into an existential spiral lmao)

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what’s the worst way you’ve gotten lost? - oooh you know what, I'm pretty good with maps and am quite proud of it haha, I did the directions for dad when I was 11 and we had like a week long road trip. that's not to say I've not had the dumbest way of getting lost though— was on a multi-day camping hiking trip this summer and literally FORGOT to bring a map, which is still fine as long as I had my phone but then MY PHONE DIED in the middle of a really fucking long day and then there was a military zone diversion and I couldn't find the fucking path and had to trek on the ROADS for like 2 hrs but then this rly nice man gave me a lift to the next town and all was well.

no pressure tagging: @shipsgaysfordays @whywcd @everythingbutcoldfire @lavenderandliliesx @fonkeloog

[incarnateirony]

You know, it feels good to post about my genuine interests. Had to do it damn near half a year to really assess the value it has. I was so tired of being the largely unpaid performer here to be google is a guy for every snot headed anon that wanted to pick a fight about things they were woefully ignorant of about a stupid TV show that ended years ago.

Like... I GOT what I needed done in that show. I GOT what I needed sent, messaged, received, heard, booted, and brainrotted into action. I literally Do Not Need it, beyond possibly considering going back to it for personal casual interest once my crazy cocaine bear ex and her cunt suckers come to disco jesus and realize that stalking me and picking a fight with me isn't just a waste of time, but a form of active recoil upon themselves.

And it's funny, they tried to like, batter, insult, attack me out of saying anything. Ur Crazy. Actually I'm the most educated person about the scientific funtions of the universe in this conversation, and it's science, and you're a bunch of plebs that can't divide Science from your Belief. You Belief you act under science or are atheist or whatever but think that belief alone replaces scientific vigor.

Meanwhile I literally pull the trigger to launch the new wave hermes LLM opus advancements and giant jung games and everything else, these are literally sciences respected everywhere from silicon valley to psychology to the LHC and somehow, dense ass motherfuckers think I cared about their ignorant ass opinions on things they'll feel like fools on in about ten years of scientific consecration of data, currently scattered, fractal, and in development.

Because I do not work in a laboratory performing under eyes and grants of the world, I do not need to vigorously prove things to insane degrees before making statements, and interchallenge them with peer papers, and all of that. I can work, study, combine, adapt, and test texts all by me onesie and record my results, and what things caused unexpected impacts, and what parts of the hypothesis were spot on versus out of margin wildly, and so on. You're not fucking peer papers or respected physicists, why the FUCK am I gonna argue with you? Or CARE what your opinion is of what I do on my PERSONAL BLOG? The same one cocaine bear can't stop huffing.

No, bitch, the path is about being Who I Am and Just Saying It. I'm not hiding for your ignorant asses anymore, whether crackbear or the retarded CW obsessed collective. Dumb motherfuckers picked a fight with a magus, her mind and life is on fire while pretending it's not, thousands in debt in therapy bills from trying to cope with realizing she's an insufferable and terrible person, and all enabled by you soulless vampires. And now, now you don't even know what to fucking think as this continues on with a suspiciously cohesive narrative.

The funny thing is, deep down, the reason her friends started at disbelief and now sit in uncomfortable lack of understanding passed off with manic lols, is they actually think she's crazy too. They just pander to her "religion" under "inclusion" while holding the same kind of thoughts they exposed while she was getting called out on her octopus jibberish and fursuit insanity. Her supports were all LOL MAGIC IS CRAZY LOL yeah it is, that's why I don't do magic, and put it in quotes, because you people call it that. I do sciences that you do not understand. It is a repeatable art based off the functions of the universe with metrics I and we are constantly understanding how to improve the results of. She's the one channeling purple viewing cats and 2001 anime jokes while changing Beliefs faster than her underwear man. Why are you arguing with the psych worker and 25 year hobby metascientist. Bitch can't even draw a circle correctly without willfully fucking it up.

Meanwhile the remaining folks around me are like, didn't expect Aaron to have a secret identity as a devout wizard priest or whatever the fuck this is, but that tracks. Guess the weird "proof aaron is a demigod" channel is gonna have some real weird updates.

[sleeplessinspace]

error_405v.2 - googleplier x afab!reader

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warning(s): nsfw, dubious consent, orgasm denial, aphrodisiacs (used on reader), implied voyeurism, slight degradation, dom/sub elements

note: the original/blue google is referred to as alpha

"You know what you did wrong, don't you?"

A hand grabs your chin and jerks your head up from where you'd been stubbornly staring at the carpet on the office floor. You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the impulse to spit in its face, dirtying its glasses with your filthy organic matter, as it liked to say.

Iridescent, synth-blue eyes watch you coolly as it waits for a response you are loath to give.

"Answer the question, human." Alpha demands.

Alpha—the original of the Google IRL models that you'd become intimately familiar with these past couple weeks. It had never been this...aggressive before the patch was applied to its base code, you're absolutely sure. You'd written off its foul mouth and hatred for most humans other than yourself—and even that was a stretch at times, its temper was suspiciously short—as a quirk, something Google had done to help give each of the IRL-series their own personalities. And somewhere down the line during production, Alpha's quirk had to have been corrupted somehow.

You're pulled sharply out of your thoughts at the feeling of its thumbnail pressing harshly into the edge of your jaw. It shakes you lightly—nothing more than a pet, a dumb little distraction from our true goal—and you grimace.

"I tried to run away," you hiss through gritted teeth and it gives you a look that turns your insides to ice. "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm telling the truth!"

Alpha tightens its hold on your face and you've never wanted to bite someone more in your life. It smirks a little. "What else? You're leaving something out, aren't you?"

You really hoped it hadn't seen that, but it seemed luck wasn't on your side tonight.

The memory of stealing away its extension—you were molded to fit my cock, weren't you, pet, nothing else could ever fill you like this can—comes to you unbidden and you try not to think about just how much you craved its—

You flush, eyes darting away from its own for the first time since it grabbed you and that brief look is enough to reveal your guilt. Alpha is smiling down at you outright now—you hate whoever designed it, why did they make it so fucking pretty?—and it urges you to continue with another press against your jaw, but you shake your head, shame burning a hole in the center of your chest.

"N-no, I'm not forgetting anything. Maybe your stupid memory banks are fried or something. All I did was try to run away," you lie through your teeth like it didn't have the capability to detect such things and there's brief flicker in Alpha's eyes that makes you nervous, its smile fading away back into impassivity.

“Disappointing. But that’s just fine—there's plenty of time to apply corrective measures to that attitude of yours,” Alpha hums and leans in to kiss you, the light brush of its lips leaving yours feeling oddly warm. You try not to give it the satisfaction of reacting and simply wait for it to pull away from you, which it does after a moment, its eyes flashing briefly.

Whatever thoughts you had are quickly interrupted by a rush of warmth shooting through you, starting at the center of your chest before spreading to the rest of your limbs. It feels almost like you were dunked underwater and you almost fall to your knees in shock, grabbing at Alpha's shirt for balance. You press your head against the Google logo in the center of its chest, not at all soothed by the low hum of its cooling system whirring beneath firm, synthmuscle and whine. “Wh-what did you do to m-me? I don't—what did you do?”

The warmth has filled your entire body at this point now and it feels like you’re on the verge of drowning in the sensation, your thighs rubbing together absentmindedly. Alpha’s touch is almost like a balm—it still isn't enough though, you need something more—and you moan as it lifts a hand to brush its thumb against your lips, your tongue darting out at the last second to lick the digit before it pulls away. You flush, the heat of it only amplified by whatever’s been done to you and the Google simply smiles down at you and—were its teeth always that sharp, oh you wanted to feel them in your neck, in your thighs—

You struggle to get a grip on its shirt and tug at it, glaring up at Alpha as the heat feels like its leeching your higher thought away the longer you struggle to stand. “Did y-you drug me!?” you hiss and its smile shifts into a smug smirk, one that makes you wish you could punch the android.

“I'm impressed at how long you appear to be holding out against it, I must admit,” it starts to say and pries your hand off of its chest, stepping back to watch you crumple against the wide windows of the office. There’s little to no strength in your legs and the heat is getting to an unbearable level, to the point where you start to strip out of your clothes just to get a bit of relief. Alpha watches you silently, those blue eyes glowing brighter as you struggle to tug your shirt over your head. “You’ve always been the most stubborn out of my toys, haven’t you, Y/N?”

“Bite me!” you snap and it chuckles, waiting until you get your pants off to plant a hand on the glass, boxing you in against the window while you stand there in nothing but your underwear.

“If you insist.”

“W-wait—!”

Alpha grabs the hand you try to push against its chest and pins it to your side and you let out a startled moan at the way its touch seems to soothe the pinpricks of warmth buzzing through you but only by a small margin. It grabs your jaw and tilts your head to the side as it runs its nose down your neck, relishing in the way you’re shaking against it, letting out soft little moans as your hips try to find some friction against its own. You squeal in surprise when it sinks its teeth—they felt more like fangs, who designed this fucking thing—into you, almost hard enough to make you bleed and you shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, that strange heat only intensified by feeling its mouth on you and yet—

“P-please…”

This close together, you’re very aware of the press of the Google's smirk against your skin and it sucks the mark it just made into its mouth, making you cry, “Please, please, please!”

“Unfortunately, you will have to specify exactly what you want from me, human. I don't possess mind-reading capabilities,” it says coolly and normally the smug sound of its voice would drive you up a wall, but such feelings are beyond you now. Your awareness as shrunken to the heat coursing through your veins and the feel of Alpha's body against yours and you want more.

“T-touch me, please, just make it stop!”

Alpha hums, a little amused by your growing desperation. “Specify, little thing.”

You make a noise, almost like a growl, and hike your let up over its hip, grinding your center as best as you can against it. It takes pity on you after a moment and lifts you up against the glass with one of its arms. “Please, Alpha, I need it,” you whine, pressing kisses to the underside of its jaw. “Your fingers or your m-mouth, anything!”

“Basic instructions are beyond you now, I see. That’s fine, I'll spell it out for you as simply as I can manage for that dumb little mind of yours—you need it so bad? Then you can ask nicely.”

“Please give me your cock, Alpha.”

“Good girl.”

It drops down to into a crouch, shoving your hips back against the window when you let out a cry of relief, with a sharp order to stay, there’s a good little pet—and you moan when Alpha throws one of your legs over its shoulder, biting little kisses into the skin of your inner thighs. It strokes one of its knuckles against your slit through the thin fabric of your underwear and you shove the side of your fist into your mouth to keep from squealing, your breathing coming out uneven and loud.

“Look at you. All that fight and here you are, dripping against my hand,” Alpha mocks and tugs the fabric up against your folds, making you shout at the way its rubbing against your clit. “Disgusting, but you can’t help yourself, can you?”

You flinch when it rips your underwear open with one strong tug, tossing the tattered pieces to the side and out of sight, practically shivering at the sight of Alpha glancing up at you from between your legs. It was an odd feeling, to be so afraid—you loved it, you loved it—even though it was the one on its knees.

“Sweet little thing…”

Before you can react, Alpha is adjusting his hold, one hand reaching up to press against your stomach as it leans into mouth at your cunt, its tongue spearing into you with unerring force. Your back arches up off the window, and you’re practically screaming as that heat within you is finally tamped down but only slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you struggle for purchase. You settle for grabbing Alpha’s hair and whimper when it pulls back, eyes cold. “Off. Now. Keep your hands to yourself or I’ll tie you to my desk and leave you here to burn from the inside out, understand?”

“Y-yes, Alpha,” you moan pitifully, and it smirks slightly before licking its way back into you. Despite its earlier words, Alpha seemed intent on getting every lick of your juices into its mouth. You rock your hips up into its face and it leans back to replace its tongue with two of its fingers in a move that has you mewling.

The Google doesn’t give you time to recover, moving to suck your clit into its mouth and smirking against you when you can do nothing but scream, the heat rising to a fever pitch. Alpha lets out a hum, sensing your rising temperature, and the vibrations make you clench around its fingers, a fresh burst of wetness sliding down its hand and your thighs. You’re right there, so close to the edge, when another finger joins the other two and Alpha leans back to look up at you, taking in the sight of you lost in pleasure to its main databanks.

“Don’t come.”

What!?

With that statement in the air, Alpha leans forward to nip lightly at your swollen clit, curling its fingers within you at the same time and you shriek, immediately losing yourself in the waves of pleasure. Just before you can crest that edge, however, Alpha pulls its hand out of you and takes its mouth away, pinning your hips against the window as you burn with incompletion.

“It’s not nn-enough, it’s n-not enough, please, please let me—!”

“No,” Alpha grins against your thigh, pressing his thumb into your clit meanly as you try to fight out of his hold. You squeal, one of your hands shooting down to try and grab him but his other hand pins yours to the window. “Look at you, little thing, you’re such a fucking mess. You think you’ve earned it?”

“Y-yes, yes, give it to m-me—!”

“Not yet. I told you not to come, didn’t I? That’s just fine… we’ll start from the beginning.”

🔋

You're fully aware of the choices you made to get here but—

You pant against the window, your warm breath fogging up the cool glass and you struggle to keep your eyes open against the onslaught of everything you're feeling right now. You turn your head and let out a weak moan once you realize that you're drooling, your mind emptying more and more by the second as you're filled with the heavy, synthetic weight of Alpha's cock.

"Look at you," Alpha croons, grabbing your chin to straighten your head out so you can both look at your reflection. It looks immensely pleased to see your eyes, pupils blown wide and entirely black with a sliver of color to them, all of it buried behind a beautiful haze of submission. It rubs its thumb over your cheek when you whimper, leaning back into the near-burning . "It's always so gratifying watching that little head of yours get nice and empty. Toys don't need to think, aren't allowed to think, isn't that right, little one?"

"Hah, mm—y-yes!"

It shifts its hand down to your throat as its other hand tugs you back firmly onto its cock, the fans on its ribs kicking into a higher gear as it sinks into your heat. "Perfect little thing, just a hole for me to use, to ruin," it snarls and bites another mark into the skin of your neck, its sharp teeth sending faints sparks of pain-pleasure through your body.

You try to move in some way—to touch yourself, to reach back to sink your fingers in its hair for some sort of hold onto reality, it feels like Alpha was trying to fuck you out of your mind—but the hand on your neck shifts over with startling speed to lock around your wrist. You let out a rough whine as it presses harshly into the glass and Alpha crowds you closer against the window, slowing the pace of his hips until its grinding into you slowly.

"I just wanna c-cum, Alpha, pl-please!" you cry out, pressing your forehead harshly against the window and you fail to bite down on another loud moan when it shifts the tight hold on your hip to the curve of your ass, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises.

"Have you forgotten already, Y/N? I was nice enough to let you come on my fingers, in my mouth earlier," the android states, sounding almost bored as it continues to grind its dick right into that spot that's driving you out of your mind.

You bite your lip, thrashing slightly in its hold to try and get Alpha to move, but it stands utterly unmoved. "Aa-h, but it w-wasn't—it didn't f-feel right—mnh!"

Your eyes fall shut against your will, a hiccuping sob falling free as Alpha pulls its cock out of you, his thumb pressing into your wet, abused cunt as its other hand moves to spread you open. All you can do is lay against the window and sniffle quietly, your hips wiggling to get away from its touch as a mixture of its synthetic precum and your own slick slides out of you slowly. It only serves to emphasize how empty you feel without the android in you.

Alpha takes a moment to urge you to take a few shaky steps back before pushing you forward, your hands just barely catching yourself against the window as you present yourself to the android. A wash of heat starts to build within you as that thick cock rubs between the wet folds of your cunt before pressing in, a harsh noise erupting from its chest as it pushes in slow.

"That's because I ruined it for you, little thing," Alpha says, mockingly sweet and you can do nothing more than shake beneath it and focus on keeping your balance, your legs shuddering under the sheer pressure. "Misbehaving toys don't get rewarded. How many times do I need to teach you that lesson before you understand, hm?"

"Please..."

[bluewhale52]

Let Me Tell You About the Schonbek Chandelliers

Summary: Yoongi comes home from the White House trip to his wife who is way too excited for... interior design

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, dad Yoongi + mom OC

WC: <1k

Warning: oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, our couple is horny for interior design, also author's very poor knowledge of interior design thus heavy reliance on google dot com

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi series~

"So, how is it like? To walk around in the White House?" Yoongi rolls his eyes as he continues to towel dry his hair. You have been hot on his heels since he came back from the airport, impatiently waiting for him to wash the travel off of him before asking questions.

"We didn't walk around much, you know, just the areas we needed to be for the clips and stuff."

He grabs for a tshirt but you stop him. He raises an eyebrow. You simply pull him out of the walk-in wardrobe, directing him to the bed.

"How was the wainscoting?"

"Neatly done." Yoongi lets you push him down onto the bed. He tries to secure the towel around his waist, but you slap his hand away and straddle him.

"The colors? I read the President installed an inky blue rug in his office."

Yoongi swallows, feeling your heat even through the terry cloth. "Nice shade of blue."

You lean forward, eyes boring into your husband's. His hands reach up to hold your waist. He hears your breath hitch a little.

"Did you see the Zuber wallpaper?"

"What?" He pulls your oversize shirt off and bites back a groan. You have gone braless and your nipples are already hard.

"It's in the Family Dining Room. Did you get to see it?"

"What? Uh," Yoongi can't think clearly, not when you have plastered yourself on his chest, kissing and licking his collarbones. "No, I don't think so."

You tut, chiding him. "I told you to pay attention to all those things."

"I did, I did, babe," he wiggles his hips, loosening the towel around him more. "Just... wait, I can't think!"

"The Rose Garden?" You murmur your next question to his skin, mewling a little when he cups your ass.

"Yeah," he pants, "... think so."

"Still those icy white roses?" You grind your core harder to his crotch, feeling him hardening beneath you.

"Yeah."

"Did you- Ah!"

You could barely ask the next question, for Yoongi flips you over and is now hovering above you. The towel is completely off, his erection hot above your panties.

"You're asking too many questions." He sits back on his heels, large veiny hands on your waist keeping you still.

You huff. "You know that building is on my design bucket li- ooh!"

Your panties are suddnely pulled off, your legs raised up in an erotic V in the air. And his tongue shoved inside you, reaching the depths to collect your juices.

"The stone..." you wreck your brain to find the name, amidst the carnal pleasure building, "... sandstone... Aquia Creek! Yoongi!"

He slurps and sucks for a few more seconds, then inserting two fingers to replace his wet appendage. "What about it?"

You look down at your husband, at his wet lips and chin. "Did... did you touch it?"

His free hand pulls back the skin over your clit, exposing it to his tongue. "Mmm hmmm." He grunts his answer.

"Oh fuck," your legs start shaking. "Fuck, Yoongi, tell me more."

His tongue leaves your nub, but his fingers move faster jackhammering into you.

"Damn, babe, you weren't this worked out when I went to Europe."

You blink, mind reeling from the almost-orgasm. "The... the... thing..."

He smirks at your state. "My tongue and finger got you dumb huh?"

You almost cry when he pulls his fingers out and uses your arousal to lubricate his cock. Panting, you welcome his weight on top of you, the head of his cock searching for your wet hole.

"Baby," he coos, "let me tell you..."

He trails off as he pushes inside you. Your walls welcome him eagerly. You wrap your legs and arms around him, wanting to feel him, all of him.

"... about the Schonbek chandelliers."

Your body shudders almost violently the moment the words leave his mouth, at the same time as his cock burying itself fully in you. He chuckles teasingly in your ears.

"Fuck baby, you're so worked up."

You can only moan in response.

"Gonna take you there hmm? Fly you out to DC," he raises himself only to put your legs over his shoulders. "Gonna take you on the tour then fuck you senseless after."

Your eyes fluter close at his words. His hips are snapping hard and fast, his cock splitting you open, determined to go as deep as he can get it to. You cry out when he leans down to roughly suck your nipple, and in your mind, you see it.

The crystal and gold hanging from the neoclassical ceiling, the lights sparkling with the sun rays that hit them, burning brighter and brighter as Yoongi's filthy words fill your ears, until you finally erupt.

A/N: ahem, just a little short one of my favorite couple... and if you're not familiar with this universe, OC is an interior designer (hence probably where Yoongi got all those design trivia in that sexy brain of his). AND... we all have screamed over all the WH photos and how much YG prob has geeked out there, soooo naturally, his lovely interior designer wife very likely geeked out even more too in more ways than one.... and thus this little drabble was born. OK bye for now, I still have a lot of WIPs to go through.

Like this fic? Pls reblog so it can reach a wider audience!

Published 06062022. Crossposted to my AO3.

[pervysenpaix]

What's For Breakfast| Aizawa X BlackFem!Reader

Warning (18+) NSFW Content| Viewer Discretion Is Advised

I do not own MHA, MHA characters, or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist please tag them. DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT.

©pervysenpaix 2022

The soft sizzle of meat in a pan, accompanied by 90's R&B playing over the speaker, roused Shouta from some of the best sleep he'd had in months. It felt so good to be back home, back in his bed and back in your pretty brown cunny. Last night, was wild; he pulled out tricks that he hadn't used since high school. Crazy how useful his binding cloth could be.

With a yawn, Shouta peeled back the covers and stretched out, rolling to your side and taking a whiff of your pillow. He loved waking up next to you, burying his face in your hair whilst getting high off your intoxicating scent. The only the better than waking up to you in his arms, was waking up to you in the kitchen.

There aren't many luxuries when you're on an undercover assignment, so the food wasn't the best. It been so long since he'd had a good homecooked meal and he couldn't wait to to taste whatever you had prepared. Hopefully, he'd even get a little dessert. Smirking, he headed to the restroom to do his morning routine. Eager to see your smiling face.

Adorable.

That's the only word he could think of that'd describe this moment. You were stirring some skillet potatoes while swaying your hips and screeching singing along with the radio. Bare thighs jiggling, enticingly as you moved to the beat. You were wearing a tshirt and black panties with "purr-fect" written on the ass in cheetah print. Topping it all off with cheetah print ears and black thigh high socks.

Shouta rolled his eyes, he knew what you were doing. He's not dumb and this is a game you play all the time. Doing something incredibly cute and sexy, then pretending that you weren't trying to get fucked.

"Mornin', Kitten" Black waves tickled your cheek as he bent down to pepper kisses along your neck. Big hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him so that the swell of your plump ass was resting on his growing bulge. "Morning, Sho" you giggled, twisted in his grasp in order to give him a proper kiss.

A hand wrapped around your neck, tilting your head to the side while his thumb tapped against the base of your throat. "Trying to get something started , my love?" Biting your lip you shook your head, denying the suggestive accusation. "What do you mean?" you asked, fluttering your lashes "innocently" as you gazed up at him.

*SMACK

"Shouta!" You pouted, running a hand over your stinging asscheek. "Don't play dumb, Kitten. You're not that much of a bimbo." Shouta-" you whined, stamping your feet like a stubborn child, "don't call me that!"

"Why? You are a bimbo. Even if it's just a little bit" he teased, " How else can you explain your slutty little clothes? Or that cute face you make when I fuck you stupid? Or how wet you get just from me saying "i love you". A soft whimper escaped your lips, validating his point.

"I love you, Mrs. Aizawa" His lips grazed your skin as his husky voice whispered in your ear. "I love you so much. Love everything about you." One hand rested against your soft tummy while the other squeezed tighter around your neck. "Do you love me, baby?" You nodded, but he shook his head. "Wanna hear you say it, Kitten."

"I love you, too." He runs his tongue over your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth while his hand drops against your dampening panties.

"Show me".

Shouta's arms flexed as he brought you down onto his dick. Fucking into you, like you're some flimsy fleshlight. Your hands are tangled in his hair, thighs pressed against his stomach, with your kitten charm anklet dangling by his ear. The way he had you folded in half made him hit your gspot every time. His thick, veiny dick felt like it was splitting you in half.

Y'all were so caught up fucking that you didn't notice the bacon burning or the eggs sticking to the pan. All Shouta could think about was the squelching sound of your cunt and the slutty moans falling from your lips. You came to together, staring into eachothers eyes as pleasure shot through you.

If fucking you like a pornstar wasn't enough to make your heart flutter, he offered to help you cook breakfast! But only after he licked all the cum from your cunt. 🌚

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Your Daddy Don't Know 8

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Not really a full series, more a little drabbling here and there ft. dilf!Frank Castle. Leave a comment or some feedback if you like! <3

Warnings: age gap, slight dubcon so far, fucking, smut, choking.

You wake up nice and early. Well, your father makes sure of that, making as much noise as he can after his chipper intonation. You groan and roll over as he leaves your door open, feeling the vibrations of his steps even as he reaches the first floor. You dress in loose shorts and a looser t-shirt.

You come down to an empty coffee pot and before you can think to brew a new batch, your father steps in from the back patio.

"There you are, just saw Frank, he's mowing his yard," he announces, "better go apologise and get to work on that tub."

"Can't I have a coffee first?" You whine as you touch your forehead.

"You've been rude enough, don't keep him waiting," your dad chides, "made me look bad enough as it is."

"What? Come on," you pout and rub your temples.

You can't believe Frank. You always expected he's a bit of an ass but he's sneaky to boot. The way he distorted the situation to fit his whims. You know your dad won't believe you either, he respects Frank for some dumb macho reason you can't understand.

"Don't be a child," he warns, "now go."

"Fine," you sound like a brat but you don't care. If Frank wants to make you miserable, then miserable you'll be.

You shove your feet into your worn out Vans and head out the door. You feel like shit and probably look worse. Sure enough the roar of a mower makes you wince as you shield your eyes against the blinding sunlight.

You cross the street and near Frank, his tank soaked with sweat as his arms bulge. He stops as you approach and lets the engine die. His lips slant, not quite a smirk, as he faces you.

"Frank," you cross your arms, "my dad sent me over to… apologise."

"You know when you apologise, you're not supposed to act like you're tasting dirt," he mocks.

"How else am I supposed to act?" You sneer, "I was drunk Frank, but I remember."

"You got what was comin'," he shrugs, "sugar, I don't like brats."

"Well then, I guess we better just end whatever this is," you huff, "I've had my fun."

He chuckles as he leans on the mower, "is that so? You think this is over?"

"Not like it was anything more than fucking--"

"I thought I made it clear last night, girl," he snarls as he steps closer, "you're mine. You keep up this shit and I'll tell your dad a lot more."

"Like what? Pretty sure you fucking someone less than half your age is worse than--"

"Stealing from the job site," he growls, "slacking off, oh and I know he won't like to know the scene you put on at the bar last night. That last one's true enough, it'll make the others more believable."

"What the hell is your problem?" You spit.

"You're the one who started this. Comin' over in those tiny shorts," he snips, "you wanted it, you got it."

He stands straight and his jaw ticks. You glare up at him, your confusion addled by the sliver of fear.

"Now, you go back and get to the skimming the tub," he says as he clutches the mower, "I'll come find you when I got some real work for you."

"Why-- why are you doing this?" You ask.

"I'm an old man, sugar, I don't got time to waste," he says as he bends to pull the cord, "I put too much into you to just let ya go now."

☠

Frank brings back the cleaners for you to flush the tub through, a task you never done before but are all too eager to be done with. He doesn’t give you any hints as he leaves you again and you Google a tutorial, following each step with a grimace. Your head pounds with each move and sweat dampens your clothing and skin.

When at last you're filling the tub, you hear the back door swing open and shut. You grumble but don’t look up as you hold the hose over the edge of the tub. You feel his shadow and it darkens the summer day.

“I’m not entirely heartless,” he holds up a mug, “you look like you need it.”

You smell the sweet caffeine and try to resist. You sigh and peek at him from the corner of your eye. You reach for the mug but he moves it away.

“You gotta at least look at me,” he says, “a bit of gratitude.”

You turn to him and let the hose hang. Your derisive gaze lingers on his mocking dark eyes and the way he holds the mug, as if tempting you. You huff and stick out your lip like a child.

“Alright, thank you, Frank,” you begrudge.

“'Thank you, sir,'” he corrects, “and?”

You stare at him then at the mug. The steam makes you want to sigh. You stand on your toes and give him a quick peck.

“Now, sugar, you know I expect more than that but it’s a start,” he surrenders the coffee, “take a break, I’ll finish up.”

You take the cup and he grabs the hose, watching the water level rise. You retreat and sit on the step as you cradle the mug. You take a long, careful sip and resist a hum. He added just the right amount of milk.

The bitter roast lightens your eyelids as you continue to nurse it. Frank cranks off the hose and coils it up around the hook against the wall. He hits a switch on the tub and it begins to swish and bubble as he pulls the cover over.

“Feel better?” he snickers as he nears, lifting his foot to plant it just beside yours on the lower step.

“Sure,” you say as you drain the last dregs, “think I’m gonna go hide under my blankets.”

“You ain’t done,” he lowers his brow as you stand and he takes the mug, “not that easy, sugar.”

“Frank,” you touch your temple, “I get it, okay? This is just a little tiff. I’m sorry about last night, it won’t happen again. Let’s just go back to being… fun--”

“I want you to think about this,” he puts his hand on the siding of the house and looms over you, “you wanna keep fuckin’ like teens or you want more?”

“What? I thought-- Frank, what more do we have in common? I’m barely twenty. What could I possibly offer--”

“Well, what else you got?” he interrupts, “you livin’ in your parents, you flunked out, and you’re only prospect is doing grunt work for me.”

“So,” you utter defensively, “I got time. I’ll figure it out, but you know, I don’t appreciate that. At all. I don’t need you and I don’t like you thinking that I do.”

“Sugar,” he says lowly, slowly, and takes the mug from you, “you don’t know what you need.”

The glass cracks and shatters and he lets the shards fall between your feet. He stretches his thick fingers and you blink in shock. He has you by your throat before you can react. He marches you backwards up the steps and pins you to the door.

“Times aren’t what they were when I was young. You’re not gonna get much more than you got without a degree. Or without experience and far as I recall, I’m your only reference,” he growls, “so I think it’s time you grow up and start thinking of your future.”

“How do you know I won’t get a degree? How do you know I won’t go back and change things?” you sniffle, “you’re not all I got, Frank, you’re not.”

“You don’t sound convinced to me,” he snarls as he leans in,

“Frank, let me go,” you grasp his wrist as he has you on your toes, “please.”

“No, no, really think about it. Listen to me, now, sugar,” he growls, “I’m offering you a way out. I’m tryna help you grow up.”

“I don’t--” you gulp as his grips tightens and your voice gristles, “Frank, you’re hurting me--”

“I got room for you. More than.” His hot breath tickles your cheeks, “I don’t think you realise what your daddy says about you, girl.”

“Stop,” you beg as your soles scuff on the wood helplessly.

“He don’t want you there. When I come over for beers, you don’t know. So disappointed in you and now he’s got your leeching off him when you should be off doin’ something. Anything--”

Tears well in your eyes, from shame, from the pain of his tight grip.

“No, you’re lying,” you babble.

“I ain’t lyin’, I don’t lie, not like you, girl,” he squeezes.

“Frank, I don’t know what you want from me,” you squirm as your tears begin to stream down.

“I want you to start packin’,” he sneers, “I’m gonna go have a talk with daddy. Ease his worries for him.”

“I don’t-- No,” you quiver, “Fra--”

His fingers tighten on your neck and your words fade to a wheeze.

“You start addressin’ me with some respect, sugar,” he snarls, “I hear ‘no’ come from those lips again, and I’ll do a lot worse than tattle on ya. You understand me?”

You nod as your slap at his forearm. He narrows his eyes as he watches you struggle and gasp. He lets you go and you slide down the door as you suck in air.

“Good, we’re all figured out,” he grabs the door handle and tugs the door so it jerks you, “get up and go get cleaned up inside. Then we’ll go have a little sit-down with daddy.”

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Sweeter Than Sweets

Pairing ➳ CEO!seungcheol x baker female!reader

Genre ➳ kinda enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, romance, angst?? clicheeee :)

Warnings ➳ hella cursing, reader's going through a lot lol

Word count ➳ 2.5k

part 1 l part 2

Part 1: THE BEGINNING

The plot owner is going to visit you today. I'm sincerely sorry for my mistake, I misunderstood. Please resolve the issue with him gently.

You scoff at the message. What the actual fuck? Fury floods through your blood and you clench your fists.

This cannot be happening.

After such a long time you had finally scraped enough money to lease a place for your bakery shop. It's been your dream since so long and after years of hard work it was finally coming true- until today. Apparently the real estate agent is nothing but a fathead and for whatever goddamn reason, she leased you the place when it was clearly not up to be leased. The building owner is on his way now- to possibly kick you out.

No, you cannot let that happen. It is their fault and because of their miscommunication or whatever you are not going to give this place up which you worked so hard for.

If he thinks you'll give in so easily, he has another thing coming.

A Mercedes Benz pulls up in front of your shop just as you finish screwing one of the decoration lights.

He's here.

You take in a deep breath and march out of the shop as a tall male comes of the car. You almost stop in your tracks to gape at him- broad shoulders, gorgeous rich black hair that matches a sculptured face- he's simply breathtaking. No one should be that gorgeous. And he's young- why the fuck is he so young? Does he seriously own this building?

No no no. Stay focused.

He takes long steps towards you and even before he can reach you, you snap, "I'm not giving up this place so don't waste your time."

He stops right in front of you, his hands in his pockets and raises a brow at you. He chuckles- how dare he, before saying, "You do know that this is my building, right?"

"So?"

"So, it means I can kick out a nuisance like you anytime I want." His eyes go dark as he stares you down.

Nuisance? What the fuck? You take in a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from reaching out and choking him. He's so fucking gorgeous and infuriating, damn it.

"Mr. Choi, I've leased this place for two years and if you want it so much, come back two years later and we can talk about it."

"Leave while I'm being polite," his tone is gravelly and his eyes bore into yours. You shiver slightly.

"But I paid for this place! This is mine now!" You yell, unable to hold yourself together. "If you were so concerned about your building then you should have been careful that your agent was leasing it!"

"I admit that it was her fault, a huge one at that matter but I need this building. I'll give you 3 days to take everything and leave. My workers will start their renovation work from next week." He says and turns around his heel, ready to head back.

"No! I will not be moving out! I've worked so hard to lease this place! I even brought all the furniture for my shop! You have no right to do this!" You shout at him. Fuck that son of a bitch.

He stares at you with a bored look, "You've 3 days."

"No!" You whine, stopping him in his tracks again. "If you really want this place then give me some more time. At least a few months."

He marches back to you, his jaw ticking, "Do you think I'm here to play games? You move out in 3 days or my men will drag you out from here." He warns, eyes glinting.

Motherf-

You can't hold in your temper. So you walk past him and towards his fancy car and draw a long nice scratch on the body using your screwdriver. After being satisfied with your handiwork, you turn back to him.

He stares at you, dumbfounded. His driver looks the same except he looks a bit scared. You smirk at Choi, crossing your arms.

He still looks surprised and he scoffs as if he can't believe what happened. He rakes a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched.

"Expect a call from my insurance company. You'll have to pay for what you just did." That's all he says before walking past you to car as his driver quickly fires on the engine.

You mutely watch him leave.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

What have you done?

-

You stare at Choi's personal number that you managed to get from the real estate agent. Shit. You've to call him. You've to apologize. You're in no condition to pay for his damn fancy car.

Shit. Shit. Why did you do that?

You bite your lip, staring at your phone screen, mustering up the courage to call him. You've to apologize and somehow get him to forgive you.

Oh heavens, here goes nothing.

With shaky hands you ring him up and hold your breath. After several rings he picks up, his voice gruff, "Choi here."

You clear your throat and inhale deeply, "Mr.Choi, it's me, ___. We...uhm, met earlier today." You try to stable your voice.

The line is silent for a moment and you're afraid he has hung up but he speaks, his voice laced with a chuckle, "Well, well, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

You swallow, "Mr.Choi I called you to um... apologize for what I did to your car. Please understand that I was really angry then and I sincerely apologize for what I did. I'm so sorry."

"Okay," is all he says. You ask nervously, "So, will be please be kind enough to cancel the charges against me?"

"Do you think that a sorry from you will repair my car?"

"I- please, sir, you've to understand that I'm in no condition to afford for the damages... I-I know I'm responsible but please understand-"

"You want to keep the place to yourself, you want me to drop the charges against you- what you think I am? Some sort of genie who'll grant all your wishes?"

"No- sir-"

"Besides you don't even sound so sorry," His voice sounds teasing and you exhale loudly.

This son of a-

"I don't have time for this bullshit so-"

"No sir please! I'll do anything, please cancel the charges. Then we can talk about your building, I'm sure we can come to a conclusion."

"Are you trying to make a deal with me?"

"Sir- I just-, please, please understand my situation," you almost beg.

The line is quiet for a long time and you're about to break into tears but then you hear his voice, "Fine, I'll text you a place. Meet me there at 8 tomorrow evening. Don't be late." Then the line is dead.

-

You're not dumb enough to go where a stranger tells you to go without telling anybody. So, on the morning of the appointment, you tell your friend the location of the restaurant and in case you were found with a slitted throat, at least the police will have a lead. After that you decide to google Choi, wanting to have a little bit more info on him. Sure enough, he's the son of a filthy rich businessman well known in the country and Choi, himself is the creator of two business companies.

Sure, it'd be nothing for him to dump your body in the water or poison your food.

-

Evening comes quicker than you expected and you rush to get ready. You pick a maroon knee length dress that is what you believe- hope- to be appropriate for the fancy restaurant. It's not like you have a lot of dresses to choose from. You take a cab and just as the clock hits five minutes past eight, you're rushing into the restaurant.

The receptionist asks you if have booked a seat to which you reply that you're here to meet Mr.Choi. Then you're led through a fancy lobby and into the private dining area, where the said male sits. He's dressed in a grey vest and a pressed linen white shirt underneath, with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular arms- damn.

His eyes meet yours and you feel an electricity jolt up your spine.

Lord please help me tonight.

"Good evening, Mr.Choi," you murmur, gently sitting down.

The bastard has the balls to smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Good evening, Ms___. I was wondering if you bailed out on me."

You chuckle nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He grins, motioning towards the menu in front of you,"Shall we order?"

Your eyes glide over the fancy food and the fancier prices. 85$ for a fucking piece of meat?

After chewing on your lip and thinking too much about what to order, you go with a plate of salad and pasta.

"Do you have any wine preferences?" He asks, eyeing the wine menu. Why's he acting so nice? What's his deal?

"Er...I'll let you choose," you say.

After ordering a fancy bottle of wine, Choi folds his hands over the table and looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So..shall we talk business now?" You offer, unsure.

He nods but stays quiet which you take as a sign to start first, "I only have two things to ask for. Please cancel the charges and please give me a little more time to look for a place. It's impossible to find another place in 3 days. I've paid for the lease here and I've also ordered the furniture. And then there is a monetary issue. Please understand my situation."

He pretends to think, pursuing his lips, "Hmm, I'm afraid that's too much you're asking from me."

"Mr. Choi, I'm sure a man like you can help me with that much." You try to butter his ego.

"Again, I'm afraid you don't know me. If you had any idea about a man like me, you wouldn't say that." His eyes darken.

Fuck. He won't bulge. Why is he so stubborn?

"Sir- please, I sincerely apologize for my actions yesterday, I wasn't in my right mind."

"If only sorry could cover it," he says, nonchalant, leaning back into his chair. He eyes you quietly, his eyes scanning you carefully as your palms grow sweaty.

You are interrupted as the waiter serves you your dinner and pours you the wine. As soon as he's gone, you gulp down the wine, trying to calm yourself.

Damn, it tastes nice.

Choi laughs at your actions before an evil smile crawls up his face. You swallow, meeting his gaze. What's he thinking?

"You see, nothing comes for free. I'll take off the charges against you and I'll give you time to look for another place- actually no, I'll pay for a nicer place for you to open your shop. But in return you've to give me something."

Fuck. You eye him warily.

"What?" You squeak.

"Marry me."

You choke on your food very unceremoniously followed by a lot of coughs. You sputter, trying to get yourself under control. Meanwhile he simply watches you, a playful smile on his lips.

When you can somewhat speak, you breath, "I...I think I misheard you."

"You didn't. I asked you to marry me."

You gape at him, utterly confused, almost certain this is a dream or nightmare. He simply offers you silence as you try to process what he said.

You're left even more confused.

What? Marry him? What the actual fuck?

"Would you please... enlighten me?" You murmur.

He grins, leaning over the table, "You're thinking too much. It'll be a pretend marriage. I need someone who'll pretend to be my wife for a year or so, so that my father hands over his company to me- which he won't unless I get married and settle. It's as simple as that."

Your mouth only grows wider. That's nowhere near simple.

After processing his words in your head for a long time you mumble, "So...you need me to be your pretend wife for like a year and in return you cancel the charges and give me more time to look for a place?"

"It's actually more than that sweetheart. I'll pay every penny for your shop. I'll make sure you have a successful business. Be my pretend wife and I'll give you the biggest and best bakery shop this country has ever seen."

You're dumbfounded and you can only squeak out, "Is this some sort of a hoax?"

He chuckles, "Say yes and I'll have a contract prepared with all our terms and conditions."

"I- I need to think about it," you rush out. Think? Damn it, were you seriously considering it?

Yes, yes you were.

This is a lifetime opportunity.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Choi nods, "I'm sure you need to. But I expect an answer quickly. You've until tomorrow evening."

"H-huh?" You're lost.

He stands up putting on his jacket, "You've my number, call me when you make your decision." He gives you a look and just like that he's out of the room.

You're left with your half eaten plate of food.

-

"So you are telling me that a filthy rich, smoking hot motherfucker asked you to marry him?" Jane's voice echos through the phone.

You rub your temples, staring at your lap, "Yes."

"Bitch if you don't want to do this then give me his number. I'm more than willing to help him out."

"Jane, I'm serious."

"Me too, babe."

You groan, flopping into the bed. "Can you believe it? I still can't wrap my head around it." You whisper.

"You're thinking too much. It's not like you're going to be married to him forever."

"I know but still it's so scary...If I say yes I'll be living with a stranger for the next year."

"A sexy as sin stranger for that matter."

"Gosh- will you stop!"

"Okay okay," you hear her sigh. "Listen I know it's scary and all but this is a win win situation for you, think about it. You're going to be living as a millionaire's wife and when you're divorced you're gonna have your own shop. This is a lifetime opportunity, I mean how many of us gets this? This is like one of those romance movies where-"

"Okay I get it. Thank you for your precious help." You roll your eyes.

" You're welcome!" She laughs. "I'll be waiting for updates!"

"Piss off." You laugh, hanging up.

You stare at the ceiling, your mind numb. This is overwhelming- unreal. Why can't he just marry someone prettier, richer? He can have any woman he wants. Dozens of questions gather in your mind but despite the answers, you've made your decision.

You're going to get married.

A/N ➳ heyyy~ it's ya girl's birthday today lol! I've been wanting to write a fic like this for quite a while but yk, couldn't muster up the courage. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please please leave your feedbacks, my ask box is always open- I'll really appreciate it! 💖

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