#this company is so intense i am so baby i am so tired

[3-aem]

MY BRAINS NOT WORKING AND THE CUTE BOY I WORK WITH KEEPS CORRECTING MY GRAMMAR THIS IS SO AHAIWIAKSDHDGRRRRHRNE

[thesecretwriter]

LOVED the fanfic about Miguel. I need one with him being feral at the thought of wife!reader leaving him because he is being neglectful and is almost never home with her. Please, please, pleaseeee. I would love to read this.

P.S add smut if you want to😗

home is where you are (part 1) - miguel o’hara

pairing: miguel o’hara x wife!female reader

warnings: angst – reader tells miguel she needs a break from his absence, fluff – I think is it?? , smut – minors dni. smutty undertones, no smut described but miguel is being suggestive.

summary: in which y/n, wife of Miguel O’hara finds herself spending more time in an empty apartment that in the company of the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you for the request anon, I enjoyed writing it. I didn’t write smut bc the fic was already long and I am a bit tired, butttt maybe a part 2??

minors/ageless blogs dni.

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part 1, part 2, part 3

"I’m home, mi luz,"

The nickname he has reserved for you tugs at your heart. He explained to you that you were the light in the darkness that consumed his heart within the chaos of being Spiderman.

You look in the direction of Miguel's voice and sigh "well, that's a first," you mutter to yourself before getting off the couch walking towards Miguel.

You had spent the whole day rehearsing what you were going to say to Miguel.

You lean against the counter as Miguel leaves the packet with a logo from a Chinese take away not far from your shared apartment.

Miguel approaches you, his eyes dark and intense. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel a sense of discomfort growing within you.

"Did you miss me mi corazón?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes scanning your body as he comes closer to you.

"Well, for me to answer that question you would have to be around enough for me to miss you. So, no I did not miss you," you say, upset that he had the audacity to question if you miss him when he is not even at home most of the time.

You stay where you are leaning against the counter with your arms folded. Miguel takes this as an opportunity to cage you between his arms as he towers over you.

His eyes are fixed on you. He leans forward till he is a few centimetres away from you.

"You know that's not true mi luz. You miss me. And I miss you too, baby. I've been thinking a lot about you all day." he says, his tone suggestive and a glint of desire in his eyes.

"If you were thinking of me so much, then maybe you would be home more often. I've been wanting to talk to you about something..." you trail off nervous and avoiding eye contact with him. Miguel picks up the change of your attitude and tilts his head to the side in curiosity.

Any other day you would think that it was adorable of him to do such a thing, but now it ticked you off that he was so oblivious.

Miguel notices your nervousness and his expression turns serious. "What is it? What do you want to talk about, y/n?" he asks, his voice firm. The use of your first name is your first warning of Miguel being serious.

He is still leaning in close to you, however, you can now tell that he is tense from your nervousness.

"I want to take some time off... from us," you blurt out, wanting to get this conversation over with. Miguel takes in your words.

You want to take a break from him? the one who has the weight of the world on his shoulders. His brows furrow in confusion, but also anger.

Miguel moves closer to you, his body now pressed against yours. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Why would you want to do that, mi vida? Don't you know how much I love you?" he whispers, his lips dangerously close to your skin.

His taunting is what gets to you. Here you are trying to tell him what you needed, and he is retaliating by trying to seduce you.

"I don't feel your love anymore Miguel. You're barely home. I wake up, you're not here. I go to sleep, you're not here. Sometimes you even leave in the middle of night when I'm asleep. I understand that the spider society is important to you, but once upon a time so was this relationship. I cannot keep living like this by having moments with you." you say, getting angrier as you speak.

Miguel notices the unshed tears in your eyes.

Miguel's expression softens for a moment as he looks into your eyes, seeing the pain and tears hidden behind them.

He knows he's been distant lately, but that's all because he's been putting in more time fighting crime around the city as Spiderman and travelling to other dimensions to help other Spider-Man/women.

"I'm sorry, mi luz. I promise to make it up to you. I'll take some time off, for just the two of us." he says, his voice sincere as he tries to reason with you.

"And then what? while we're spending time together, you'll get called into HQ and will leave me alone. It’s happened before Miguel. I already packed enough clothes for me to spend a week with at a friend’s house," You put your hands on his chest to push him away and go to get your phone to call your friend to pick you up.

Miguel feels his chest tighten at the thought of having you away from him. You're slipping through his fingers, and he must do something about it before he loses you completely.

Miguel takes a step forward, blocking your path to the phone. His eyes flash with anger.

"You're not going anywhere, y/n. You're delusional if you think I'm just going to sit back and let you leave me. We're married, you made a vow to me. Do you know how hard I've been working to protect this city and the people in it? Do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under?" he says, his voice rising in frustration.

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. He presses himself against you, his hands roaming over your body as he begins to kiss you. You try to resist and push him away, but he's too strong. He continues to kiss you until you finally give in, allowing him to lead you to the bedroom.

You pour all your emotion into the kiss, letting him feel the heartbreak and anguish you have every time he forgets about you.

You're too consumed in the kiss to notice that Miguel is already beginning to take off his clothes. He breaks the kiss to take of your shirt and you see that as an opportunity to interrupt him.

"Miguel stop, not everything can be fixed with-" his lips stop you from speaking as he goes back to kissing you. All you're left in is your bra and panties, which Miguel still feels is too much of clothing.

You feel his lips trailing kisses down your neck as his palms knead at your breasts. His talons poking you ever so lightly, but it’s nothing you haven't felt before.

Your moans only urge Miguel on. He thinks back to the moment he saw the unshed tears in your eyes, the moment you almost left him.

Soon, he comes to the revelation that the only way to keep you here, with him - is to breed you.

It's something you and him have previously discussed. However, with him being away so much, it slipped his mind how he wanted nothing more than to watch you bare his child.

Miguel continues to kiss you passionately, his touch becoming rougher as he begins to undress you completely. He pins you down on the bed, his muscles exposed in the dimly lit room. You can see the taut muscles in his arms as he looms over you.

"Don't fight it, mi luz. I'm giving you what you've always wanted from me," he says, his voice low and husky.

Miguel continues to hold you down and have his way with you. You can't bring yourself to fight resist him anymore, your lips move with his and you feel the spark that is always present within you when Miguel kisses you.

For a moment, you see a glimpse of the caring and loving man you married. He is still there, underneath all the coldness that has consumed him.

[crimsonbubble]

Hey babe. You know part 2 to your shadow company blub. I can't help but need to ask for that specific piece where you said when they run a bath for you, you can't help but get finger fucked. Like omg I'm feeling so embarrassed to ask but you are one of the few people that gives me justice in smut ok

I'm on my period and feeling like a slut. Anyways love you. 🫶🏽

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, bath sex, fingering, overstimulation, praise, squirting *not proofread, just pure horny

[SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S,, GOOD LORD NONNIE THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME HOW FUCKING HORNY I AM FOR THE SHADOW COMPANY // continuing the bath part of this hc thing :D] also the names are purely random bc not using names would make this way too confusing

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MINORS DNI!!

They take care of you. They always do.

So after a long and tiring session, two shadows, Logan and Stephen were assigned to take care of and pamper you. The two assigned to you were sweethearts, like two big and loving dogs. They’re just as eager as them too.

The shadows are simple, you lay back and sit all nice and pretty while they do all the work. So here you sat, in the bath of soothingly warm water as Stephen lightly washed your back. “You did so well, bunny. Did such a good job today.” You preen under the praise, closing your eyes as you get your hair washed.

Logan moved their hands down, washing along your arms and ribs. You can’t tell when the switch flipped until a hand found its way to your thighs. You subconsciously open your legs, letting out a short gasp as you feel two fingers press circles into the sensitive nub.

Your thighs clamp down around the hand before they are pushed open again. “Just want one more, baby, promise, just one more.” You lean back against the edge of the tub, holding onto Logan’s forearm.

Stephen reaches down, pressing two fingers against your sore pussy. His fingers are quick to push in, getting kisses along your cheeks as you cry out and clamp down on them. Their paces picked up immensely as you hiccuped out moans, hips twitching as all your pleasure points were pressed against.

“That’s it, sweet bun. Take us just like this, nice and easy.” It is not nice and easy. You feel like you’re gonna explode, grabbing at anything and everything in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. The water around you sloshed rapidly as you were lifted out of the water and placed onto Logan’s lap.

Logan’s fingers replace Stephen’s, while his replaced Logan's. The two continued to toy and play with your cunt, circling your swollen clit with feather-like touches and harsh curls into your sweet spot. You’re thrashing in Logan’s lap, the contrast in touches making you dizzy.

“C’mon pretty baby, give it to me, just one more time.” Stephen scissored you open with his fingers, using his free hand to hold your thighs open. The feeling was overwhelming, surrounding you and clogging your senses. Your brain feels like cotton, airy and floaty as the pleasure becomes increasingly intense.

The constant friction of fingers against your sweet spots, figure eights on your clit and the smooth purr of praises muddle your brain. Your body is on autopilot as each nerve ending is set on fire. All you can hear is water splashing, wet sounds of skin on skin and the voices of the men cooing never-ending praises into your ears.

Once the ringing in your ears had quieted down, you managed to wedge your eyes open. Through bleary eyes, you noticed the once dry shirt of Stephens was soaked from the chest down. His eyes held a look of bewilderment as he tried to calm his laboured breathing. Logan was breathing just as hard, his hands holding your thighs open.

Though your vision had cleared, your head did not. You merely looked at Stephen in confusion, before it was replaced with shock. Logan handed you off to Stephen before he kneeled in front of you, now getting his entire lower half wet as he sank into the water. “We’re not stopping until you do that again.”

[kyokutsu-sama]

Hi can I request horny kyoraku x short reader doing it in the moonlight and he wants I to be full with his babies 🤭

Author's note: Yes because this is literally 90% of my thoughts everyday and as a short writer I'll do it❤️ Tw: Nsfw content

You entered Shunsui's room and noticed that the sliding door near to his bed was ajar, he was probably on the other side drinking and you went to keep him company.

"Am I disturbing something?" You said, sitting next to him on the floor

"And how could your wonderful presence disturb me?" He smiled when he saw you

"I came to see you, were you drinking?" You asked looking at the bottle next to him

"Yes, do you want it?"

You waved and he served you, you took the small glass and drank. There was a beautiful moon in the sky and it seemed to be the only light that illuminated that corner where you were. Shunsui was happy to have you there next to him, he was thinking he would spend another night alone but when he saw you his body heated up and a storm formed in his head. He needed to have you like every other time, he needed to touch you, feel you and he couldn't resist every time you approached him. He didn't get tired of having you and loved every moment that you and him had for years.

"Thank you for coming to me, you really are… a perfect company"He said whispering the last words next to your face

"There's no need for so much formality, you know I always come" You replied, looking into his eyes that seemed so focused on your lips

"And I'm very happy to hear that, my petal" He got closer and you could feel his lips brush yours before kissing you

You tasted the drink on his lips when he kissed you, you held his face with both hands and kissed him back. He needed you since you came in there and joined him to drink, his hunger was insatiable and he wanted to have you now.

"Let's go inside" He said getting up and you got up together

He placed his hands on your waist and bent down a little to kiss you since you were shorter than him, his hands went to the back of your thighs and lifted you up so that you were both at the same height now. He guided you to the bed and laid you down, placing himself on top while he took off your clothes and kissed your skin as it was exposed to the air. You ran your hands through his clothes and removed them while kissing him intensely and with desire, a desire that was building up more and more throughout that moment.

"I need to have you so much" He said as he kissed your collarbone

"I'm yours" You said with heavy breathing

Those words only turned him on even more, the way you gave in to his love left him speechless and he could only touch you and make you feel good.

He sucked your nippes while his hands grope your breasts, you held onto his wavy strands and moaned softly while his warm mouth tasted your skin. He reached the waistband of your panties and caressed your folds over the fabric, feeling the moisture between your legs. You shivered a little when his thumb brushed your sensitive spot and he smiled.

"You look so beautiful wet like that" He said after removing the fabric and seeing the drops running down your slit

You blushed as he ran his fingertips along your pussy making you even wetter for him, he reached down and started licking you and occasionally looking up at you only to see you squirm and moan in pleasure. You lightly rubbed against his face when you felt his nose brush your mound as he penetrated your wet hole with his tongue. Sweat was running all over your body due to that tension and the heat that his lips were causing in you, the moonlight penetrated through the crack in the door that had been left ajar and that illuminated the room.

Shunsui penetrated two of his fingers into you while he changed his lips to suck your clit and making you arch and hold the sheets with one hand while pulling his hair with the other, he spit on your folds and then licked feeling the taste of your your flesh mixed with his saliva.

"Ohh I'm so close Shuns… Please keep going" You whimpered

"Come for me dear" He ordered as he moved his fingers quickly inside you and felt you clenching them

You came on his fingers shortly after and felt tremors run through your legs, Shunsui knelt down while sucking the fingers covered in your cum.

"I need to be inside you now" He whispered next to your lips and kissing you while he took off his pants and caressed his cock

"Please, just fuck me now" You begged against his lips

He sighed heavily and entered you slowly while holding your thigh and burying his head in the crook of your neck and letting out a few moans, you moaned when you felt your insides clenched him tightly as he opened you. He stopped for a moment just feeling the heat and viscosity of your insides around him and make his body shiver, you ran your nails down his broad back marking him with red lines as he began to move. He sucked the skin of your neck and you grabbed the back of his head and moaned as he felt a little more hurried now, he got up and put your legs around his waist while he thrust you and felt his breathing becoming more and more labored. His hands grabbed your thighs and you took yours to the sheets to hold them while he penetrated you harder, he almost came when he started seeing your juices squirting out every time he entered you, he felt closer and closer, just like you.

"Do you want me to fill you with my babies?" He asked between heavy sighs and moans

"Yeah, fuck, give me everything" You leaned your head against the mattress moaning

"What a beautiful girl, begging for me" He smiled and leaned down to kiss your lips

He came and filled you until you were dripping, you grabbed his body next to yours and tightened your legs around his waist. Shunsui was panting just like you, both heavy breaths were hitting each other, drops of sweat mixing and foreheads together. He felt so good after that and you gave him a kiss on the temple before pressing him against your chest.

"You should come by more often"He whispered next to the valley of your breasts

"Don't tell me you haven't had enough?"You asked, stroking his hair

"I never have when it comes to you, petal"He said and you smiled

[varelasgf]

Worth it - Mason Mount, Ferran Torres.

Note: hii! So this is my first attempt to write something, its a little short but i think it works. I wanted to write about Ferran because there's nothing about him in here so yeeeah. Hope you like it <3.

sorry if there is any grammar mistake english is not my first language:)...

Warnings: toxic relationships, cheating, dickhead Mason, angsty.

It was 1 am on a Saturday night, and you were supposed to be getting ready to go out with your friends. However, tears streamed down your face in silence within the confines of your bathroom. This emotional turmoil followed yet another disappointment—Mason, your boyfriend, decided not to show up at your house to give you your car keys, leaving you worried and without a way to join your friends.

This situation had become a disheartening routine. After a series of setbacks, Mason's coping mechanism involved drinking and seeking solace in the company of other women at the club. Despite your awareness of his indiscretions—lipstick stains on his shirt, condom wrappers in his car—ending the relationship seemed impossible. Four years of love and commitment kept you tethered to him, even though the once-burning passion had long extinguished.

And then, you met him.

Alone once again after Mason forgot your anniversary, you found yourself at a table for two with shattered hopes. Two hours of waiting, calling, and being ignored led to the decision to give up and head home. That's when you collided with a brunette.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see yo-" you looked up to find Ferran Torres standing before you.

"It's okay, don't worry. I didn't see you either."

Ferran Torres—the Barcelona talent who had risen after a tough breakup.

"I'm Ferran."

Your words stumbled, "Oh, yes, um, I'm y/n." His smile made you feel cute, even in your flustered state.

"Sorry, I was about to approach you when you stood up. Were you waiting for someone?"

"Um, not exactly. And you?"

Despite having a boyfriend, you didn't seem to mind when Ferran invited you to his apartment at 6 am.

In Ferran's cozy place, you both felt a strong connection. While talking, Ferran's touch got more intense, leading to a passionate kiss that sparked a flame, pushing away the pain from Mason's mistakes.

In that special moment, Ferran's hands made you feel free and comforted. This spicy scene changed your story, turning heartache into a promise of a stronger love in the morning light.

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Months later, you found yourself calling Ferran to pick you up, and as always, he answered.

"It's okay, baby. Just wait for me in the kitchen," he assured you, rushing to his car. "Relax and drink some water. I'll be there in 5."

And he always came.

"I just don't know what to do anymore," you confessed, tears flowing freely in his strong arms.

"Bebe, I've already told you he doesn't deserve your tears or your love," Ferran said, gently stroking your hair. "He's an asshole. You just have to leave him."

"But you know I love him, Fer. I can't just leave. We've been together for four years."

"You can't leave him, but he can?"

Ferran was tired—tired of witnessing him treat you poorly while you accepted it all. Tired of receiving your calls at 4 am when Mason failed to meet your needs. Tired of you not realizing how deeply in love he was with you.

"Fer, please, I don't want to fight. Not with you."

Deep down, Ferran knew he would never be the one to take action. He was afraid—afraid of losing you. He understood that he was merely the person you called when you needed to cry or when your boyfriend failed you. It hurt, but at least he had you, and he would always answer your midnight calls.

Pt. 2

[intensemoonz]

Okay starting with a quote that I think is very 2 of Cups - 

“The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another” - James Baldwin

Didn’t technically draw - rather as my baby was rifling through my things as she loves to do it fell out of my old tarot notebook. Which means I have been drawing from a deck without this card in it for at least 18 months I think! Wild. Felt like a good way to welcome it back into the deck would be to spend a moment using it to reflect on December. For a few years before parenthood I got really into making huge resolutions/goal tracking things and doing quite intensive reflections at minimum every month related to how I was going with them. And there is no longer time fore that, but I do like to think about it still and try and fit some of it back into my life now that I am one year into the parenting thing and staring to have more time to myself. 

I like how this card is a minor arcana mirror of The Lovers. It makes me feel like its not just about one relationship in my life, but how lots of my one on one relationships are going. But also that’s such an illusion, not to be a reformed poly nerd or whatever but none of my relationships are singular. None of my friendships are either, they are so interconnected. Anyway its still nice to think about reaching out, continuing to love my friends and really foster a sense of connection going into the new year. Gotta keep sending those texts, even when I am tired or just feeling a bit down and left behind. Always be reaching out. Where’s that amazing quote I saw about this - 

“If you're the person in your friend group who initiates conversations 90-100% of the time, it can feel tempting sometimes to just stop contacting people to see if they will reach out, and therefore if they actually like you or if you are inflicting yourself on them. The problem with this is there are multiple flaws that can't be overcome in this type of test, including the fact that if you always reach out and suddenly don't, people will assume you're busy rather than that you want them to reach out, or just the fact that some people genuinely enjoy your company but hate or are terrible at remembering to reach out. So basically don't immediately assume that silence always equals disinterest or disdain; that's your own hangups talking, not the people you care about”.  - From this reblog, sorry that I don’t have time to quote the original poster rn I love you happy new years

[tokusmuts]

My holiday (Chapter 1)

Characters: Hidden Male Character x Yume Shinjo

Category: Miniseries

Words count: 1391

P/s: This is my first story I have ever did about Toku girls (of course with some additional I've recently added to it today). Please enjoy it as a replacement and I will be back with my main projects soon! Thank you so much for that!

I am the director of an estate company, which is very influential in the Japanese land investment world, and thanks to that, I get a lot of attention for girls, especially actresses and singers, and of course all the girls who are now officially my wife are actresses, especially from the Tokusatsu series - the birthplace of the Gravure model treasure famous throughout the country. And just like any other normal human being, I also need to take the holidays for myself to recharge. Today is my 2nd day of rest in this long holiday, each day is literally not related to anything work-related. Especially when staying with me during this holiday is Yume Shinjo - one of my favourite wives, a true sex machine. But if the whole day was just sex, it would be boring (actually for her only and I absolutely want to be at home and fill up inside her all day long). So to start a new day after having a passionate night of love, both of us decided to go to the mall to shop and see the scenery.

Yume and I are still standing on the balcony of a fairly high floor in this shopping center right in the heart of Tokyo, but on the occasion of winter with a beautiful sunny day, we decided to go out and she wanted to dress modestly so I can take some beautiful pictures to post on Instagram. But because I just did a few rounds all night with her yesterday, this morning we were both a bit tired. But this morning she was still pretty enough to smile when taking pictures. The air at the high altitude is fresh, but what always makes me want to see the most is her body. Her big and tight butt kept my dick working all night long, the feeling when the succulent skin from her butt stuck to my groin made me want to do it. forever, also those full breasts, no wonder why she always calls me baby, I can suck them all day without having to take them off even though she still has no milk in her breasts. Back to the present, she's wearing a pink sweater, but it's tight enough for her breasts to rise above the shirt, the bottom has nothing to see since the dress is covered all of them, along with high heels. But just those breasts are enough, just when Yume was still enjoying the air, I came right behind her, hugged her tightly, and still did not forget to squeeze her breasts.

"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry yet?" - she said, looked at me and smiled

"Yeah! Yesterday, I still didn't eat enough!" - nothing is enough when eating her

“But we’re in public! We should go home and you can do whatever you want!" - she said and gave me a kiss

"That's what I wanna hear"

So we decided to go home after finishing the photo work. And as she took off her high heels, Yume slowly began to pull down her skirt to reveal her white panties with her toned butt. Then continue with the pink sweater, today she is wearing a loose white bra, so today my work seems to be reduced quite a bit. I was just waiting for that to come straight up from behind, pick her up and throw her straight on the sofa. We started with gentle kisses, then gradually moved on to sucking each other's lips. The kisses continued to become more intense, making her also begin to find it difficult to breathe, feeling that it was not enough, I reached down to that wet place and stroked the outside of that panty, making her moan every time in her throat. Eating her lips clean, I moved down to that sweet neck area and left a few light hickey marks on it, enough for no one to notice the next day if she were to perform. And then with just two fingers, I tugged her bra down. The bra just slid down and released her breasts full of life. The two newly released soft nipples bounced back and forth and the scene made me very excited, those nipples are small but on those breasts, they are perfect. I didn't wait any longer, but went ahead to suckle, cach sucking on those nipples made her moan with joy while one of my hands was squeezing hard on the other breast, occasionally tightening the other nipple, in then the other hand went inside the panties and started using 2 fingers to stab her pussy

“Aahhh. ..kimochi...aaahhh..suck the other side too..aaahhh"

I kept sucking on both breasts continuously as if they had milk. My fingers down there work faster and harder

“Ahhh..faster please...aahhh...I'm out...aaahhh”

And then when I inserted a third finger into it, a stream of milky white water flowed out, soaking her underwear.

"Let me go down and clean it up." - I said

"Yes, please” - She said while still breathing

Then I let go of her breasts regretfully, but going down and seeing her wet panties, I took it off right away and then met my eyes with a wet and still wet pussy. so many solutions to that pleasure. I buried my face and started licking her pussy, the moment my tongue touched that tender skin, her whole body shivered and her whole body swelled in pleasure.

"aahhh...that’s right...aahhh...suck it up...aaahhh”

"As you wish” - That’s what I’m waiting

My tongue began to penetrate inside, going through every nook and cranny and licking every spot. Every time I sucked on her part, she moaned in satisfaction, as if begging me to do more. Her thighs kept clamping my head, but that stimulated my desire even more because the skin on her thighs was so soft and succulent, I had to leave that wet place many times just to suck on her thighs a few times, her grip makes me feel like I'm surrounded by really soft pillows.

"Aahh... more honey...I'm coming...aaahhh”

Her words of encouragement seemed to motivate me to use more force and suck hard on her cunt.

“Aahhh...I'm out...I'm out...AAAHHH"

That scream was accompanied by a stream of water that shot straight into my mouth, I swallowed them all but could not help but rub by the delicious taste of the water.

"You already shot at me, now it's your turn to shoot at you again" - I looked at her cunt and couldn’t hold my dick anymore

Then I took off my pants, my dick was already as hard as ever and just waiting to get inside her. I was lying on top of her shoving my dick into her cunt just like there was an eternal lubricant. I began to push her slowly, and still slowly increasing the speed, she moaned in pleasure after each thrust ny lower body was attacking hers.

"Aahhh...kimochii....aahhh...don't stop honey...aahhh” - she kept moaning nonstop

“Aahhh..I’m going to cum too...I'm going to cum...aahhh” - I also cannot stop moaning alongside hers

"Shoot it, please..AAAHHH" - she screamed in pleasure

After about 30 minutes of bouncing up and down, I finally got my first full load on her. But pushing the hole in the front wasn't enough, the best place to fire the bullets - her ass wasn't even there yet. So I turned her over and raised her hips, even though her upper body was tired and no longer wanted to work, that kneeling position naturally helped her buttocks expand in an extraordinary way, and not there's no reason why I would refuse it, I shoved the still wet dick with sperm on it into the narrow gap between her two peaches and locked it with the sImooth skin of her buttock area into me. We went on to play a few more rounds of Doggy, and it's true that with that wonderful butt no matter how long it takes, because just a few slaps while pushing and looking at the way it bounces is not enough. Any limit is enough for it at all. But when my strength was exhausted, I also gradually passed out on the back of the girl who had been moaning for the past hour.

Read chapter 2 here

[wannabepapa]

My last ask was about royalty, so this is a bit of a step down the societal hierarchy, but I promised I’d send any soft thoughts I had, so here I am

We’re office workers who work in the same department. A handful of meetings in the break room, a few times running into each other in the parking lot, a couple of sales trips together, and we start dating. It doesn’t take long for a strong relationship to blossom, and with our combined incomes and powerful love, a baby blossoms along with it, nestled sweetly in your belly. Now, with you starting to truly waddle and your paternity leave cresting the horizon, I spend every chance I have making sure you’re comfortable at work. Stopping by your cubicle with extra containers of your cravings, wrapping my ankle around yours during meetings, making you tea in the break room. Every time you waddle by my cubicle, or in to meet me in the break room, I fall in love, all over again. Each tired look at the end of our shift, every morning when you put on that suit that used to fit so well, every time I help you get your tie on, I want nothing more than to mother as many children as you want.

This is definitely rambly as fuck and softer than I meant for it to be, I went a lil crazy with this one. I am very eepy, so forgive any long sentences or wonky phrasing, or spelling errors, I’m too tired to look over this. Oki gnight, enjoy the ask and these spiritual forehead kisses I am sending you!!

any soft thoughts you have is perfect, no matter what hierarchy there is! i love reading about you being so sweet with a pregnant partner it's the best.

our relationship is out of the ordinary since most office jobs tend to frown upon being romantic partners with members of staff. it's very lucky that our job is very lenient—the managers and owners of the company actually sent us a wonderful gift basket with the paperwork we needed to sign for HR. i waited for the other shoe to drop the first month's we started dating but it never did. it wasn't until everyone had given positive encouragements and you coming around just to give me a little kiss or say hi with no one seeming to care did i really relax.

with all of that relaxing and traveling for work it ended with us falling pregnant with our first! we were totally unaware for the first few weeks—not noting the tightness of my suit being anything but indulging to much at our last luncheon and the intense nausea being from the stomach bug going around the office. my cubicle neighbor had been the one to point out the stash of crackers in my desk while making an off hand comment that was all they could have when they were pregnant. when we had our break i mentioned it to you, wondering if she had been right or not. you're not certain though as we go through the list of symptoms i've had and how long it had been since our last rendezvous it seemingly added up.

a quick stop for a test after work and lo and behold! we had a positive! we did get to keep the pregnancy quiet for long since it became office gossip so we let the cat out of the bag. everyone was elated and congratulating us, excited for another office baby to spoil after the last worker having one years ago. telling HR was complicated (mainly the paperwork for our leaves and needing to get doctor's notes) but everything was smooth sailing from then on. i stopped by your cubicle often in the first months when my cravings were insatiable and i wanted your company. my suits had gotten tighter around my midsection faster than i could get a new one. the belly had just popped over night and not even my biggest button ups could stay closed. i did manage to get through the day with only one warning at lunch time when a manager pointed out how big i was getting. you grinned at them with your hand rubbing the apex of my bump like the proud mom you are.

the following months were difficult as my body grew to accommodate the little passenger. my jackets had to be oversized to properly fit my gargantuan belly and chest that filled out in the last months. everything was stretchy now and i had to wear a belly band to ease the pains in my hips and back. most of my shift was sat at my desk unmoving so i didn't get tired from walking everywhere. i could barely fit there now, my chair turned to the side so i could still continue working without being pressed into the desk. i couldn't complain though. everyone here was so accommodating and you helped keep me sane as the time ticked closer to our leave dates. maybe it hadn't been the smartest idea to stay working until i was nearly eight months pregnant and bigger than a house. it was all worth it in the end when we got to spend our last moments as a two person household preparing everything for our newest arrival on our second anniversary of us dating.

[umichenginabroad]

Week 11: A Failed Attempt at a Relaxing Week

This week, we hit the one-month mark until the end of our program! My feelings are a bit all over the place. Slowly, I am hitting a wall with balancing my health, school, and traveling so the end of our program coming up is much needed. I cannot wait to snuggle in the comfort of my own bed with my dog whom I have not seen in months. However, this has been the best 3 months of my life by far. Never in my life did I ever think I would have the opportunity to study my major in Prague and travel to a new country almost every weekend. I have gotten into such a routine with all my IFSA peers and I cannot even fathom what life will be like not seeing and living with them anymore. Thankfully, most of us attend U-M so it won’t be a goodbye forever :) 

On a brighter note, let’s talk about my week! This is another shout-out to my roommate. She brought me flowers to celebrate a month until my birthday, which was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. I welcomed our new plant baby and have been watering it every day since.

This week continued to be super sunny! So sunny that a cute little gelato truck opened up in the park of our villa and made everyone’s afternoons.

Before this program, I was anything but an ice cream fanatic. I would choose an iced coffee on a hot summer day over ice cream. However, since being in IFSA, ice cream has turned into a bonding moment and we would get it almost every time we walk by an ice cream shop. This is a new addiction that I will be bringing home with me, being that I now can eat it in almost below-freezing temperatures as long as the company is there. 

I also started running again since my knee injury! My friend and I set out for a 2-mile light run, being that I have not moved that intensely for 4-5 months. However, when I started, I immediately got the runners high and could not stop. It felt so good and free so we ended up running for 5 miles, which is almost my personal best distance.

I got to explore so much more of Prague! Aside from the first week, the most I have seen of Prague was my walk to and from school. Outside of that trek, I would always be too tired after class to go on adventures in the city. This was like killing two birds with one stone! I was able to see the Jewish quarter and the area around Prague Castle, which has been on my bucket list since day one. 

This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend but it ended up being hectic, as per usual. With my legs feeling like jelly after my run, my friends and I decided to spend a day hiking through the Karlstejn Castle and its neighboring villages.

The Czech Republic fails to disappoint every time. Just a 40-minute train ride outside of the city can take you to a completely different world! Being in nature is definitely growing on me. We spend the day sweating, tired and dehydrated but I left feeling so accomplished and fulfilled. It was nice detaching from the real world and just immersing ourselves in the present moment. None of us had any service so for most of the day, it was just each other and the markings on the trees guiding us through the hike. 

Then, we did a day trip to Krakow, Poland! I went partly because I wanted to complete my goal of hitting 10 countries this study abroad semester but also because I wanted to see Auschwitz. Throughout our world history classes, I had a grasp of the tragedies faced those 5 years but seeing it in person was a whole other experience. It brought to light the atrocities that occurred during the Holocaust and serves as a reminder of the dangers of hate and discrimination. The journey was overwhelming at times but I am glad I went.

After our Auschwitz tour, we took it as an opportunity to explore the city of Krakow. The city itself was smaller than I expected but it was pretty regardless. We were able to walk through most of it within a few hours and spent the rest watching the Krakow marathon and shopping!

That’s all for this week! Bye :) 

Janice Liu

Computer Science

Tech Career Accelerator in Prague

[sopebubbles]

Chapter 9

<- master list ->

At 33 weeks, you may notice baby's kicks hurt more.

Chapter summary: Yn deals with the fallout of the recent announcement.

Warnings: little bit of hurt, some comfort. Mostly just yn in her feels.

WC: 3k

Despite their schedule becoming much more intense starting the day after your 'relationship' was confirmed, Jimin insists on you staying at his apartment while you recover, refusing to let you return to work until you feel...well, as good as you can feel at seven months pregnant. He even took a note from your doctor to your supervisor and told him not to contact you until you were better. Every night he heads straight home from practice to check on you, in addition to the messages and phone calls both he and Jeongguk send you when they have short breaks. Muster is approaching soon, and in addition to needing to perfect their two night performance, the boys have numerous photo shoots and other preparations to make before Festa begins.

"Are you sure you're ready," Jimin asks for the fifth time as you argue about returning to work the next day, the Monday following your accident.

"Yes, Jimin! I'm perfectly fine! My head doesn't even hurt. And I need to go to work while I still can," you sigh, amazed you still have a job at all.

"Fine, but you don't have to go home. Stay here tonight, and I'll drive you to work in the morning." He's been trying to get you to stop packing for the last ten minutes.

"Don't you have to go in at like, five am tomorrow?" You look at him skeptically.

"Not tomorrow. Photo shoot! We have to get beauty rest, so I don't have to show up until 8:30."

"Jimin-"

But he just pouts at you. "Please, Y/N. I'm too tired to drive you back to your apartment tonight. And what if you fall down your stairs again or worse. Please."

You groan loudly. "Fine! I'll stay," you grumble, sitting yourself down on the bed with a pout over your fading independence.

The next day you dress yourself in the outfit you were wearing when you went to the hospital, since they're the only work clothes you have with you. The ride to the HYBE building is quiet, neither of you really being morning people. You're shocked that as you enter the lobby you're instructed to attend a meeting with your boss. Jimin can see by the look on your face that this is a surprise to you, and since he's a little early he decides to go with you. You end up riding in the elevator with Hoseok, who gives Jimin an odd look when he stays in the elevator with you instead of getting off at their floor.

You try to take deep breaths to keep yourself calm in spite of what you know is coming. You've been anticipating this outcome for months, and honestly it was only a matter of time.

"I don't think I'll be in here for very long," you tell Jimin under your breath as you arrive at the door.

"I can-"

"No, please. It will be less humiliating if I go through it alone," you insist, your hand on the doorknob.

"But you shouldn't-"

"Jimin, one way or another, this was bound to happen. Just accept it." Despite your cool exterior you're terrified. Yes, you'd been expecting this. And yes, you had more help now than when you initially started to prepare yourself for this end. But it didn't make the prospect of being a new single mother and unemployed any less scary. How would you ever get back on your feet? And with a scandal like this, who in the industry would ever hire you? You give Jimin one last emotionless half smile before you turn the handle and enter the executive producer's office.

"Have a seat, Y/N," Jimin hears the man say before the door closes. Jimin stands against the wall by the door, leaning his head back and hoping you're wrong.

"You must know why you're here, Y/N," your boss says to you as you slowly walk toward the seat, tearing your eyes away from the box on a side table that has your name on it.

"I can imagine, sir," you say, trying not to sound weak even though you probably do.

"You're being fired from the company for breaching your contract by having relations with one of the idols," he explains simply.

"Yes, sir," you reply just as flatly. There's no point in arguing or denying it. Jimin said as much the other night to millions of people. Even if it was all a lie, the allegation was no less true.

"I'm really impressed that you were able to keep the secret for so long. Truly no one suspected. Even when everyone wanted to know who your baby's father was, you wouldn't tell. Two whole years…" the man sounds truly confounded at how you could have kept it hidden. Clearly he only knows the cover up and not the truth. That made sense. The company would want to keep the secret buried as deep as possible.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to...deceive anyone. I really loved my job." Your voice turns small, but you manage to keep back tears and maintain a little of your dignity.

"Listen, if it were up to me, I wouldn't care. You're great at your job, and you've always been an asset to the team, at least until recently. But it is in your contract, and it is company policy, so my hands are tied. This comes from the higher ups." At least he's honest as he tries to shift the blame to someone else.

You say nothing. You understand. You're being punished and what's more, you need to be made an example of. "Your stuff was packed up last week," he says after you remain silent, and he points to the box with your name on it.

"I suppose it's time to go then?" Truthfully, you're desperate to get out of his office so you don't have to maintain your composure anymore.

"You have fifteen minutes to exit the building, in case there's anyone you want to say goodbye to."

There isn't. A year ago, when you were on good terms with all your colleagues, you might have, but now you don't want to see their faces and hear their whispers as you go. Awkwardly you pick up the box, trying to adjust it against your bump.

Jimin is still waiting outside the office with a guilty expression on his soft features. He's quick to grab the box from you as you struggle with it.

"Did they really just fire you?" He questions after you close the door. You merely nod. "I'll try to talk to them, see if you can come back."

You shake your head. "It's over Jimin. I have to go home." You reach to take the box, but he pulls it out of your reach and perches it on his outside hip. Then he takes out his phone and sends off a quick message before shoving his phone back in his pocket and following you into the elevator.

Once you're back in the garage, Jimin walks you to his car and places your box in his trunk.

"Can you drive?" He asks calmly, standing outside the car with you.

"I'll just take a cab," you tell him.

"Nonsense. Just take my car. I'll have one of the guys drop me off at your place later and I'll drive it home." You raise your eyebrows at him, questioning if he really wants you to drive his expensive car, but he only responds by pressing the keys into your palm. "Wait," he tells you before you can walk over to the driver's side.

"Why?"

Just then the elevator dings and Jeongguk walks toward you, his makeup already done.

"What's going on? You're late," Jeongguk scolds Jimin, as if his tardiness is even a surprise.

"They just fired Y/N," Jimin informs him.

Jeongguk runs his hand through his hair, which would surely make the stylist groan. "Shit. Y/N, I'm so sorry."

You want to roll your eyes at him and remind him that you told him before the two of you hooked up that you couldn't because of the company. But it's all just too much effort and all you really want at the moment is to go home and wallow over a situation that has become so entirely out of your control.

"So, here's the thing. I want Y/N to move in with me," Jimin says suddenly.

"What?" You and Jeongguk ask in unison, both equally astonished.

"I know that sounds crazy, but Jeongguk, even you said that she shouldn't stay there. It's too small for you and the baby, and I really don't think we need to fight for the hundredth time about those stairs. Once the baby comes, it will make it easier for Jeongguk to spend time with the baby and nothing will look suspicious." It all sounds perfectly reasonable, but that doesn't make you like it.

"Why doesn't she just come live with me?" Jeongguk offers.

"Because I'm her boyfriend," Jimin counters. Jeongguk gives him an inquisitive look with one eyebrow raised, but you don't notice.

"Once again, do I get any say in this?" If you weren't so tired already you might yell.

Jimin turns to look at your face and takes a step closer. "Y/N, I know that it must feel like one more blow to your independence, but think about Mochi. Do you really want to struggle that hard just to prove a point to yourself?"

"Maybe I do!" You fire back. "God, it's like I'm just a baby oven to you or something. It's all about the baby? What about me? How much of my life are you willing to take from me?" The composure you've been holding onto by your teeth finally cracks.

Jimin sighs, feeling truly regretful for the position he's put you in. He knows deep down that if he hadn't forced his way into your life then you might still have a chance to hold on to the parts of it you loved so much. On the other hand maybe you'd be in more trouble. There's no way for him to know. He can only try to help.

His soft eyes meet yours as he rests his hands on your shoulders. "Y/N, I know it feels like you're losing a lot and I don't blame you for being upset. I don't even blame you if you hate me for it. Look, if you're really mad at me, I won't even stay there. I'll go back to the dorms and you can stay there by yourself. I just want to make sure you're safe. It isn't only about the baby."

There's something about when Jimin gazes at you like that that completely melts your will. You fucking hate it. Your shoulders slump in resignation because it's no use fighting him.

The little bastard smiles weakly at you. "Go home and pack your things, but don't work too hard, okay. There's no rush. Just be sure you have some things to take with you tonight." His hands rub into your shoulders and you almost feel soothed.

"Fine," you grumble, but let him pull you into a gentle hug and tell you everything will be alright before he lets you go.

When you arrive at your apartment you climb the stairs very carefully until you reach your door. Inside, the lonely space feels almost foreign to you. You've spent countless nights alone here in the past few years. And it isn't as if you didn't have alone time while you were at Jimin's. It's like your loneliness has painted the walls here, like the smell of it has seeped into the carpets. You wonder if the next tenants will be able to smell it. Maybe leaving won't be so hard after all. Sure, you felt bitter for losing, but when you look around at what you're giving up, it's easy to realize that it wasn't much anyway.

You're not quick to rush into packing, though. You don't have that much anyway, and you're sure you deserve a good cry first. You've been holding back for a whole hour, so as soon as you sink into your couch you let it go. There's no one to disturb anyway, no one to hear you but Mochi. When you think of the ways you're failing your child you let those tears flow too. You'd truly believed months ago that you could do this all alone, and even though you know involving the guys in your lives will be best for your baby, you can't help feeling that you're not the strong mother they need after all. But you promise to put your pride away for their sake anyway.

"I wouldn't do any of this if I didn't love you," you promise to your belly as your tears continue to fall.

You let yourself wallow on your couch until lunch time, when you finally drag yourself up to make lunch for you and Mochi, only to realize you have no fresh food in the house, most of the vegetables you had last week having spoiled in your absence. Minutes later as you're scrolling through your phone for take out to order, a knock comes to your door. Of course, Jimin didn't forget about you, having your food delivered to the apartment instead of your office. Honestly his obsessive way of caring for you might be creepy if it wasn't so touching and ultimately very helpful. He seemed to always anticipate your needs. A new wave of guilt washes over you as you realize how ungrateful you might appear to him.

After lunch you begin to pack your things away, and you are right. It doesn't take you long. Your wardrobe is small, fitting easily in your two suitcases. Your kitchen is packed away easily into a few boxes that have been sitting in one corner of your apartment for a rainy day that finally came, and you decide you'll take it with you because you know Jimin has almost nothing in his kitchen in the form of food or pots to cook it in. Lastly is your small collection of books and movies and a few knick knacks that you own. With breaks and a short nap in between so you don't tire yourself too much, you're just finishing when you receive a text from Jimin saying that they're on their way. You assume he means him and Jeongguk, so you're surprised when he arrives a little past nine with Hoseok and Taehyung too.

"What can we help with?" Taehyung offers immediately and enthusiastically, as if he isn't tired after the hours of rehearsal they had after their photo shoot.

"Um, I guess just take these down to the car," you shrug.

"This is it?" Taehyung questions, looking around and the fairly small collection of boxes. You simply nod.

"My whole wardrobe…" Hoseok starts.

"Wouldn't fit in this entire apartment," Jeongguk finishes with a shake of his head.

"No it wouldn't, Jeonggukkie," Hoseok smiles brightly.

Without a word, Jimin merely picks up your suitcases to take down to his car.

"Oh, Jimin," Hoseok says flirtatiously as Jimin's muscles flex, lifting the cases. "Oh, so strong Jimin-ah."

"Shut up, Hobi hyung," Jimin mutters, trying to hide the blush that always creeps onto his cheeks when his hyung behaves like this. It's something you've witnessed countless times, both in person and through the screen as you've watched BTS over so many years. You're secretly relieved that it's such a natural part of their interaction that you won't have to miss it.

You wait patiently as they each pick up some of your belongings and carry them down the stairs to their cars.

"Is there anything else?" Jimin asks, trying to hide the way his breathing has become labored.

You shake your head. "Just the furniture, but there's really no place for it at your apartment so I'll just have someone pick it up to be donated," you shrug.

"Are you sure? If there's something you want, I'll make room for it." Jimin's being sweet, wanting to make sure you're comfortable, but you have no particular attachment to these things and you let them go with a shake of your head.

"Are you ready to go then?" Jimin asks.

"Can I just have a minute?" You request. It sounds dumb to say you want to say goodbye to the place, so you keep that bit to yourself.

"We'll get a head start to your place," Taehyung says to Jimin and the other three boys leave you two alone. Jimin turns to leave as well, since you'll be driving your own car to his apartment but your voice stops him.

"Will you stay?" You ask quietly, reaching a hand out for his arm. Of course he nods and stands silently by your side as you look around the barren place. "I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, Jimin. I know you're saving us. It just hurts that...this is the last thing I'll ever have that was just mine, pathetic as it is… as I am." You wrap your hands under your growing belly. "Mochi will be with us soon, and everything is going to change forever. And I'm happy and excited, but I'm nervous, too," you admit.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm saving you, Y/N. That's not why I'm doing this." He looks at the worry coloring your features and he can't fight the urge to hold you. His hug provides you with comfort you'd been needing all day long and didn't even know it. "I know that you could do this by yourself, if you had to, but I desperately want you not to have to. You deserve better than that. I'm sure it's not how you pictured your life going, and I'm not the guy you want. But I can at least try to offer you the best I can."

You want to argue, but you don't know what to say. You give him a final squeeze and shuffle out of his embrace so you can grab your purse and your keys and lead Jimin out of your apartment for the last time.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Criminal: Part 5

1946 – Brooklyn

“You got a job?” Bucky sounded surprised from his seat at the Barnes dining table, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed, his blue eyes constricted.

“Is that surprising?” You snipped, your arms becoming folded over your chest.

“Where did you get a job?” Mrs. Barnes questioned, her aged blue eyes moving from you to Bucky and back again, her hands folded in her lap, ignoring her food in front of her.

You rest your elbow on the table and your chin in your hand, the blatant and apparent staring from Bucky making you want to squirm and move so that he would pull his eyes away from you; however, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“There’s an advertising company on 23rd street that was looking for a secretary.” Your eyes flicked toward Bucky, your lips curling into a sneer. “Is that a problem for you?”

“For me?” Bucky scoffed. “Why would you getting a job bother me? I give you one day before he grows tired of you.”

“Or falls in love with you.” Marie laughed under her breath. “What a way to meet a husband.”

“Y/N doesn’t need to find a husband.” Bucky and Steve spoke at the same time, both protectively, but for different reasons.

Steve was your brother; he was bound to be protective of his baby sister, of his only living family. Bucky, on the other hand, seemed to speak from a place of unrelenting annoyance.

You did roll your eyes. Your arms tightened over your chest, and your temple throbbed.

“I’m not taking a job to find a husband,” you crossed your left leg over your right, bouncing your leg on your knee, the toe of your heel barely grazing the underside of the table, “I’m taking a job so that I can be financially independent.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed, his jaws locked right. He was silent now, but his eyes and the brimming storm within them spoke a thousand words with one single look.

“And your apartment?” Mrs. Barnes asked, stealing a glance from Bucky out the corner of her eye.

“The apartment I was in-“

“-was a hell hole. You almost froze to death.” Bucky snapped. “You’re not going back to that place.”

“I don’t remember asking you.” You spoke coolly, an edge barely restrained as you addressed Bucky with contempt.

“I’m sorry,” your brother back-pedalled, his hands gripping the edge of the table, “you almost what..?”

“Froze to death,” Bucky spoke for you. “In 1944 while we were gone. Winter hit hard in Brooklyn, and Y/N had to sleep on the floor next to the radiator. She was shivering the whole night and nearly froze.”

You grit your teeth. You bounced your foot rhythmically. Your brother was staring at you, unblinking and unyielding. He was staring at you with such intensity that you feared you might turn to ash.

“Why didn’t you come here?” Mrs. Barnes asked, her own emotions betraying here.

“I told you that because I trusted you.” You slid your chair back and stood, hands clenched by your sides. “I told you that in a letter that was personal under the guise that you wouldn’t-“

“You almost froze!” He slammed his hand on the table. “You think I’m going to let you go back there?!”

“You may have a lot of people working for you, but I am not one of them!” You were facing off with Bucky, staring at each other like two titans about to duel it out. “I will not be bossed by some arrogant pest who thinks that just because he’s some big bad mob boss, he can boss around everyone he comes across.”

“Y/N,” Steve reached for your hand, “sit down.”

“I told you-“

“And I told you!” You threw your napkin on your plate and stormed out of the dining room, your skirt swishing around your legs and the sound of your heels clicking against the marble floor.

You strode throughout the lobby toward the front door, steam coming out your ears at the idea that Bucky Barnes ‘mobster playboy’ telling you what to do and where to live.

“Y/N!” He yelled after you, jogging from the dining room through the lobby toward you. “I wasn’t done talking to you.”

“Well, I was.” You placed your hand on the doorknob and turned, yanking it partially open.

Bucky’s hand slammed the door shut and held it. He placed his other hand on the right side of your head, trapping you in his arms. He was inching closer, his blue eyes flashing.

He was no longer an immature boy but a man, a gorgeous man with many women in the city longing for him. He was a magnificent man who had so many women falling at his feet, and he didn’t even need to try.

“Why are you so stubborn? Huh?” He leaned in, stepped forward until your back was flush against the door. “You won’t let anyone help you even if you need it.”

“I don’t want your help.” You whispered, trying desperately not to look Bucky in the eye. You were trying desperately not to turn your attention to his pouty lips or the slight dip in his chin. You were trying your hardest not to look at the brilliant shades in his blue eyes.

Instead, you looked at the pattern of the marble floors. Instead of looking at Bucky, you chose to turn your attention elsewhere.

“I don’t think so,” Bucky placed his hand under your chin and made you look at him, “don’t look away from me, honey.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart was racing every moment your eyes were locked. You wanted to escape; you tried to tuck tail and run far, far from Bucky Barnes.

“You want to be an independent woman? Wanna you live on your own and make your wages? Hmm?” He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “You wanna be a big girl?”

You smacked his hand away and pursed your lips. “Don’t be so condescending. I survived on my own when you were gone when Steve was gone.”

“You’re not on your own, doll.” He leaned in again, cupped your cheek even when you turned your head.

“I can take care of myself, Bucky.” You swallowed; you exhaled sharply when his thumb brushed against your cheekbone.

“You don’t have to. You have people to take care of you.” Bucky pressed his chest against yours, closing the space between you. His warm breath caressed your face as he leaned in, as he moved his hand from the door to your hip, squeezing you through your dress.

“Who?” You frowned. “Like you?”

“Would that be such a bad thing? To have someone like me take care of you?” Bucky’s voice has dropped in tone and volume.

“How many other women did you whisper those same dulcet words to? How many other women have you pressed against doors and walls, trapped in your arms?” You pushed his hands off you; you placed your hands against his chest and went his body back.

“What are you so afraid of?” Bucky reached for your wrist, grabbing you before you had a chance to run away. “I can see it.”

He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek once more before you left. “I can see it in your eyes. You can say whatever you want, but your eyes hold the truth. Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not afraid.” You tried to push his hand away again; only it was a battle of control with his hand grabbing your wrist to prevent you from pushing him away.

“You’re lying.” Bucky’s nostrils began flaring. “I don’t like being lied to. Not by you.”

“I’m not lying.” You pulled on your wrist, tried to shake him off. “And I’m not afraid.”

You finally broke the contact. You finally freed your wrist.

“I want you to stay away from me.” You opened the door and slipped out only to slam it behind you.

You strode down the steps with the prickling of tears stinging your eyes. Your hands were shaking, and your throat was constraining with every uneven breath. You picked up the pace of your steps until you were all-out running, your heels pinching your feet and your cheeks stained with tears.

Every word he said was on repeat in your head.

Every lingering touch was still felt on your skin, the buzzing electricity and warmth still felt on your skin despite the chill in the air.

“I’m not afraid.” You mumbled, finally stopping halfway down the next street. “I’m not afraid.”

You braced your hand against the wall, your fingertips digging into the rough edges of the brick. You bent your head and screwed your eyes tight, a silent and pathetic cry ripping from your lips.

“I am afraid. I’m so afraid….”

[kimaixun]

[Jealousy - SKZ Lee Felix x Male Reader] [NSFW]

“Ah, Hyung. You have to stop it.” Yang JeongIn whined as he leaned against the older, breathing heavily.

“What? I didn’t do anything. I was simply just poking your waist.” F/N M/N, smiled innocently as if he hasn’t been tickling the soul out of the maknae.

“You’ve been tickling me and you know how ticklish I am.” I.N rolled his eyes. “Ah I’m tired. Let me sleep on you.”

It was an off day, a very rare day for SKZ and they were all in the dorm, enjoying their off day. They had invited M/N, a close friend of them and a trainee in the company. No doubt, being in a survival show together had made their bond so strong.

“I want ice-cream.” M/N suddenly said, catching the attention of the three others, ChangBin, Jisung and Felix that sat together with them in the living room.

“There’s some in the fridge, I’ll get them.” I.N stood up, walking into the kitchen.

“Thanks Innie, I love you.” M/N chimed, blowing a kiss to the maknae.

Oh, little did he know, that was a wrong thing to do. The next thing he saw was Felix tossing the controller towards him and stomp off.

“Ooohhhhh, someone’s jealous.” ChangBin sings.

“Get your boyfriend before you get your ass whooped.” Jisung added.

M/N rolled his eyes, “hey, I’m the dominant one so he’ll get his ass whipped instead. Why is jealous over his own bandmates?”

ChangBin chuckled, “you sure bout that bro? So you’re admitting that you won’t be jealous if,” he paused, getting up, “I go into his room and comfort him and maybe, fuck the soul out of him?”

Almost in a snap of a finger, M/N had ran down the hallway, barging into Felix’s room, “babe.”

Felix was sat on his bed, knees tugged under his arm as he scroll on his phone. He didn’t seem to pay attention as the older walked into his room.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Hmmm,” was the only response M/N got from the younger.

“Baby, you know there’s nothing between us. I’m just bonding with the maknae.”

“Then, date him instead.” Felix scowled. He looked at older, eyes fired in jealousy, “you must’ve love him so much.” He sarcastically retorted.

“Baby, of course I do,” M/N said as he approached the younger, “I love everyone in stray kids like my own brothers but, I love you so much more. Forever and always right? Infinity and beyond?” He took a seat beside the younger, caressing his shoulder.

Felix shudders to the touch, it was his soft spot. Everything about M/N is his soft stop. From the way he talks, having a deeper voice than himself, to the way he always manage to get him weak on the knees with his soft, tendering touches.

“Do you swear with your life that you only love me in the romantic kind of way?” Felix pouts, holding out his pinky finger.

“Forever and always, remember? How did I end with the most cutest, lovable boyfriend?” M/N chuckled, intertwining his pinky finger with Felix’s.

“Forever and always.” Felix repeated. He grinned, pulling the older into a hug and kissed him.

“A little very daring aren’t we?” M/N chuckled once they broke out of the kiss.

“I’ll be the daring one today and this is your punishment for making me jealous.” Felix pushed the older onto the bed, stripping him off his shirt.

“Lee Felix, what are you doing?”

Felix smirked, “what do you think I’m doing? And call me baby. I’m not Lee Felix now.”

“B—baby.” M/N stammered shyly.

“Yes daddy?” Felix smiled innocently as he untied the knot of the older sweatpants. “Fuck, I miss Daddy so much.”

“L—-let me help you.”

“Oh no daddy. Neither are you allowed to touch yourself nor touch me. That’s your punishment. Hands above your head daddy.” Felix grabbed M/N’s hand, tying them with god knows how a tie appeared on his bed. “Fuck, I can never get use to how big you are daddy.”

M/N watched intensely as Felix stripped whilst straddling on top of him. He knew he was growing hard and it was suffocating. The younger took him in his hand, stroking him painfully slow and tenderly.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” M/N let out a breathless moan.

Felix smiled, “you’re not allowed to cum daddy. Only I will tell you when to cum,” Felix engulfed the other into his mouth, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me.” He poured a generous amount of lube onto the older.

“Baby,” M/N moaned, “you have to prepped yourself, it’ll hurt you.”

“No matter how many time I prepped myself, I’m never used to your size daddy. You’re so huge every time,” Felix groaned, slowly inserting himself onto the older. “A—-Ah, so big.” The younger moaned once he finally succeeded to fully sit onto the older. “You can see the bulge daddy.” He cried touching the spot where a visible bulge could be seen.

“Babyyy, you’re so hot.” M/N moaned.

“You’re so deep daddy.” Felix begins bouncing himself. The two rode their highs in a steady pace. Felix had to hold the older hips down from thrusting upwards into him. “I’m gonna cum daddy.”

“Me too baby.”

“Cum inside me.” Felix whispered as he connects their lips together. “Aa—-ah,” he screamed as he came, the older followed through, releasing inside of him. He fell on top of the older.

“That was euphoria.” M/N breathed as he hugs the younger tightly. “I should get you jealous more.”

“No,” Felix groaned, “that was suppose to be a punishment and how did you even release yourself from the tie.”

“Actually, I released myself right after you tied me. It wasn’t that tight anyway but, you were.” The older winked making a blushing mess out of the younger. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No…, let’s stay this way for awhile more.”

“I’m inside of you baby.”

“I know.” Felix mumbled into his chest, “just awhile more. Let me feel you inside of me.”

M/N chuckled, tightening his hug around the younger, “I love you baby. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.” Felix smiled.

“Hyung, the ice cr——-AHHHHHH MY EYES!” I.N who went into the room immediately ran back out, slamming the door shut. “CHANGBIN HYUNG. YOU SAID THEY WERE SLEEPING.”

“They are sleeping with each other. Not my fault you’re too innocent.”

M/N could hear ChangBin laughing at the youngest.

[mandu-17]

Heavenly | Park Chaeyoung x fem! reader

Requested by: anonymous

Warnings: light smut

Genre: fluff-ish

Word count: ~ 961

A/N: i know it's a bit short but i kinda like it, hopefully you’ll too 🤍 also this gif is um making me feel some things

It was late afternoon, with sun slowly setting behind the horizon, as your tired legs dragged you back home. Although the weather that day was amazing and the park you were just passing by filled with careless laughter, you couldn’t remember last time your day went so awful. Since the company you worked in started a cooperation with another huge group, stress was the only thing present in the office. Constant feeling of time pressure kept pulling you down and that day you felt like exploding.

Thank god, you were good when it came to maintaining your emotions.

With that thought, you unlocked the door to your shared although usually empty apartment.

“I’m home.” You let out in the smallest voice, not even expecting a response as Chaeyoung was probably still at work.

It was times like this when you missed her the most, when you simply wished she’d be at home waiting for you to come back so the two of you could order dinner and endlessly chat about your days.

'Was that too much to ask?' You kept thinking to yourself.

Making your way to the bedroom with slouched shoulders, you nearly jumped in surprise upon seeing your girlfriend already there, lying on bed.

“Hey you.” Teasing smile on her lips showed you how satisfied she was with your reaction.

“You’re home early.” Joining her, you softly replied. Eyes wide, as if you couldn't believe it really was her and not your mind playing tricks with you after a tiring day.

“I know, I wanted to surprise you.” She put down the phone she was scrolling through earlier, a sign that you had her whole attention.

Wordlessly, you closed the distance, kissing her gently, longingly. Her warmth comforting you right away, you sighed blissfully.

“Everything alright?” Chaeyoung cupped your jaw, staring at you intensely, scanning your face in attempt to read your emotions.

“Just had a really shitty day.” You replied, trying to avoid her eyes.

Truth be told you didn’t want to worry her, your girlfriend already had so much stress in her life and you could handle a bad day on your own.

“Do you want to talk about it?” A simple question. Yet it meant so much to you.

Chaeyoung always knew and respected whether or not you were up to share something with her.

Seeing you shook your head slightly was enough for her to kiss you again. It was pure and beautiful, she gave you exactly what you needed and she knew it. Chaeyoung knew you like the back of her hand. You were her entire world and she hated to see you upset. Taking it up to herself, Chae pushed you down slowly. As soon as your back hit the mattress, your girlfriend planted loving kisses all over your neck, her breaths tickling your skin.

“I love you, Y/N.” In a sweet voice, only for you to hear, she let out causing your heart to swell with joy.

“I love you, too.” Closing your eyes in pleasure, you let Chaeyoung do whatever she had in mind.

“You’ve been working so hard. I’m proud of you, baby. Let me show you how happy I am to call you mine.” Her voice became lower with every word she spoke, your head was spinning.

Chaeyoung’s deep voice always made you feel that way.

You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of her teeth gently sinking in the skin of your neck, leaving a trace of goosebumps behind.

“Good girl, I want to hear you.” Your girlfriend praised you, before getting rid of your shirt. "Let me take care of you."

You felt so damn lucky with a literal angel on top of you providing you so much pleasure and love.

“Chaeyoung, please.” You mumbled between whines, needing her somewhere else.

“I know baby, I’m on my way.” Blonde replied, massaging and sucking on your breast.

Something in you twisted the second your eyes met. That look on her face, full of passion and lust. You were genuinely speechless.

Once Chae finally settled down between your thighs, you let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t tease you anymore, going straightforward and making you feel better than anyone else ever could.

“God, Chaeyoung.” Almost stuttering, you were blinded by the feeling she was giving you.

Nothing else mattered, it was only Chaeyoung and you.

You grabbed her hair pulling her closer to your center, you were already on the edge with your girlfriend’s skilled tongue. It was her moaning against your core that took you the highest. You cried out and your back arched, as stars appeared in your vision. Chaeyoung had to hold your hips firmly in order to stop you from moving too much. Eagerly she cleaned up the mess you’ve made, before slowly kissing her way back up your body. Finishing with a final one on your lips, before asking.

“How are you feeling?” Once again, she was scanning your expression, reading your features carefully.

“Way better, thank you.” You panted, while grinning at her and getting lost in that beautiful shade of brown.

“Anything for my girl.” With the sweetest smile, she planted a comforting kiss on your head. “I’ll go and prepare a bath for you, sounds good?”

“Later, I want you to keep holding me, please.” You tightened your hold on her waist, wanting nothing more in life than to stay in her arms forever.

Inhaling her scent, you nuzzled further into her body. Chaeyoung put your head on her chest and began to slowly caress your skin. Traces of her fingers leaving a tickling, heartwarming sensation.

”Okay, whatever you want, princess.”

Indeed you felt better, at peace even. With a woman like Chaeyoung, it was hard not to.

[youryanderedaddy]

Bitter-sweet

Summary: A somewhat - depressing battle of wits between an obssessive husband and a tired wife.

Tw: female reader, non - consensual touching, implied arranged marriage, angst, implied cheating (reader), reader is a bit mean but it's deserved

It had been a few weeks since he went on that business trip, the fancy one, maybe even a month. Well, it's not like you kept tracks, you weren't keen on counting the days or crossing them out in the calendar simply because you didn't want to know how much hours of freedom you had left. Sometimes it was better for it to be a surprise, although presumably not a very happy one.

Today was your unlucky day. You heard the footsteps before you could reach to fix your hair and re-apply your makeup. Before you had the chance to make sure you looked enchanting, unreal at the face of the demon. Here he was, stepping through the door. Leo was wearing a long leather jacket and a red tie - both gifts from his father that he wore ever so often, more in appreciation than out of genuine fondness of the clothes. Your eyes suddenly darkened, burning a hole through his skull, through the warm, despicable little smile on his lips. You couldn't help frowning upon remembering why you despised his stupid handsome face, his ridiculous manners and all the wealth he had inherited despite not working a day in his miserable pathetic life. But most of all you hated him as a whole. Him, the man who had taken you from your parents as nothing more than a trophy, who had killed your fiance in a heartbeat, who kept you trapped yet gave you just enough space to keep you obedient. But not today.

"Hello, my dearest wife." Leo spoke out in quiet soft voice, like butter on the edge of a knife. He reached out to cup your face with his cold hands, his eyes narrow. Too warm for comfort. Lovesick. "I missed you, darling." Your husband added, still holding onto you. It might have seemed sweet - a man, usually so cruel and distant, now weak and vulnerable in front of his one true love. But you knew better. He was pretending, he was just testing the water, testing just how far he could bend before you replied. He wouldn't have to wait long, you decided. "You probably didn't miss me though, did you?" The man stated flatly, having managed to sound both cheerful and upset at the same time. The sinister grin still stuck to his face, he knew. The monster knew that all he had to do for you to surrender is make you feel guilty. Make himself the victim.

"You're right, dearest, I didn't." You cut him off coldly, not sparing a second gaze his way, your tongue curling repeating the word your husband had used. Crossing your arms, you leaned against the wall, disinterested in his tricks. You had already seen them all. "How could I miss you when I had such nice fellows to keep me company?" You smirked, devoid of any emotions, as you twisted a lock of your hair. You knew he desperately wanted to touch you. His eyes were wide, his breathing fastened. You couldn't stop now. "I believe you know some of them, baby. The son of the minister, also that man from that institute, what was his name again? Ah, I really don't remember." You sighed theatrically, looking at your perfectly trimmed nails. So pretty yet so sharp.

"Are you talking about Carl, my love?" His voice was still absolutely calm, peaceful even. His blue eyes were soft, you couldn't drown in them even if you wanted to. But his hands were shaking, fists clenched tight. His neck was sweaty, his ears red. "You can't possibly be talking about my closest friend, right, darling?" The man suggested carefully, following your every movement with the intensity of his gaze, like a cat stalking a mouse. His eyes were giving him away - he wasn't half as collected and unbothered as he hoped he came across as.

"Oh, but I am." You fluttered your lashes in an almost cartoonish manner, while clicking your tongue. You were dancing with fire and you loved it. It was the only thing you had left. "He was here yesterday. I can still feel his presence faintly in the air." You insisted, feeling the pungent hot malice pouring off your lips like honey mixed with poison. Your sides were burning as if you had just drunk two glasses of the richest red wine in the closet. You could almost taste it.

"You must greatly enjoy tormenting me, Y/N." Your husband broke the grave silence suddenly, abruptly. He couldn't pretend anymore. His eyes were gleaming with hurt and misery, his smile was fading by the second, replaced by an ugly bitter grin. The man had to suppress the low growl in his lungs from escaping his throat. He had finally surrendered to the eternal anger of one love unlived, never even meant to be. "You like it when I suffer, don't you? I have already accepted that you'll never love me, but must you humiliate me like this?" The question sounded distant, layered in as much affliction as despair. You wrinkled your nose, a tiny smile adoring your scarlet lips as you stared right through him, like he wasn't even there. Leo wanted to tame you, but he also wanted you to feel like the villain for not giving in. "Say something." Your husband cried out, voice shaky and unnerving, yet soft, weak and tired.

"What do you want to hear?" You inhaled slowly, making sure to keep the monster in clear sight. "If it's an apology, you'd have to wait over my dead body for one. And you still won't get it." Another deep breath. At moments like this you wished you smoked - it would have driven the point across quicker. "You deserve everything you get. I will keep bedding others until you understand that I'll never be yours." You spat out, feeling slightly disgusted with the merciless choice of words. But yet again there was no other option. You couldn't really bargain with a madman, and in a world of insanity you had to stay grounded to survive. "It must drive you crazy, knowing that they..." You started off, ready to add even more fuel to the flame, more salt to the wound, when his hot colossal hands caged you in. Next thing you knew your back was on the ground with Leo towering over you like an executor in front of the gilotine.

"Shut up." He commanded harshly, now fully unhinged. The bitter sparkle had turned to tragic, demented fury. Even someone as pitiful and doleful as him had their limits, and you had managed to destroy all of them. "Shut up, just shut the fuck up!" The man repeated manically, catching your wrists in a strong grip. You tried to squirm out of it but to no avail - you couldn't fight it off, it felt like a stone chain weighting you down, keeping you trapped to the floor. You opened your mouth to speak, but his lips clamped on yours in a rough desperate manner. The kiss (if you could even call it that) was full of teeth and tongue and salt and sadness, it tasted like an ending of a terrible book, and you weren't sure whether the bitter salt was blood or tears. You looked up. Your husband was crying, cheeks red, puffy and wet. Good, suits him right for all the nights he made you weep and shout and scream against the mattress. Stupid attention - seeking excuse of a man. You had no way out - he still did.

"I hate you." He whispered against your neck, moaning in pain as you pulled on his hair. Leo rubbed his nose against your collarbone before his teeth penetrated deep into whatever part of soft flesh he could reach. The monster wanted to mark you as his own once and forever, for all to see. Then your stupid lovers won't dare touch. Then even you won't be able to deny the bond between the two of you. "You don't hate me." You hissed under your breath, sinking your nails into his scalp, hoping to draw blood. The man didn't seem to mind as long as your hands were on him. You could kill him and the bastard would probably thank you. "You love me. Desperately." You mumbled in his ear, unsure just what type of emotion your voice should have shown at that moment.

"Obsessively." The word burned your tongue like poison, so small yet so frightening. Leo couldn't bear the heavy tension and the lingering silence that followed, so he looked away from your face. The one that haunted his nightmares more often than his dreams. You couldn't let him get off the easy way, escaping into his own head instead of facing his faults. You kissed him. The man remained quiet, unmoving.

Your affection always tasted of regret.

[goldenshoyo]

All For You

Sawamura Daichi x Fem! Reader

Authors note: This is my piece for @gg9183 Soulmates collab! I had such a fun time writing this and hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! I did not edit this so sorry if grammarly didn't catch my mistakes bc I am tired. Happy birthday Gray! I hope you have the best day, you deserve the world and more!

Genre: Fluff with a dash of smut. Pls this is so soft and sweet idk who I am anymore ajksfhka

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Fem!Reader, a child and breastfeeding, mentions of childbirth, mentions of vaginal tearing and stitches, implied smut, reader enters subspace, daddy kink, use of ‘doll’.

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Daichi sits with your newborn son on his chest, looking up at replays of an old friend’s volleyball match on the television. You can’t stop looking at them both. It could not be a more perfect picture. The eleven hours of labor seems like a distant memory now, completely overlooked now that you see just how well Daichi has already taken to fatherhood. His hand on your child’s back looks so large compared to the infant, nearly bringing you to tears.

It’s the hormones, you keep telling yourself. However, you know it’s not just that. You love him and your child more than you ever imagined would be possible. You thought you’d loved Daichi before, but this feeling is overwhelming and brand new. It can’t just be the hormones, it’s definitely something else. After all, it’s powerful enough to make you forget about the tearing and stitches you had to endure to give him a child.

You don’t remember the moment when you realized you loved him; perhaps it wasn’t a moment at all but instead a series of events that lead up to now. In fact, it wasn’t the easiest start. If you’d told yourself in high school he’s who you’d be with, you’re sure she would laugh at you. Even now it makes you laugh quietly to yourself, as your eyes finally shut, the long day catching up with you.

You’d lashed out at Daichi earlier during labor about the hospital mattress, but now you can’t help but be grateful for it as you doze off.

“What are you doing?”

Your head turns and you sigh, of course, it’s him. Sawamura Daichi stands arms crossed in the doorway of the classroom, looking as stoic and commanding as always. You dust off the eraser shavings from your hands then wipe them on your skirt.

“Obviously, none of your business,” you reply, lips curling into a smile as you lean back against a desk.

“School ended half an hour ago.” He steps inside, coming towards the desk you’re covering. You manage to cover it just enough with your arm so he can’t see the suggestive note you’ve left on it. For good measure, you hop up on the desk and cover it.

“Really, I didn’t notice.” You reply, looking down at your nails, pretending to not notice the way he tries to see what you’ve been up to. “Why are you still here then?”

He scratches the back of his head and smiles. He really is too polite for his own good. “Volleyball practice. I just forgot one of my textbooks, so I needed to come and grab it before the room was locked up.”

“Ah.” You softly speak, not moving as he walks past you to his desk, grabbing said textbook. You move off the desk when you think he’s safely away from the desk.

“Oh, by the way,” you turn to look at him once more, your brows furrowing, “Sugawara prefers senpai to daddy.” He chuckles before walking out of the room, leaving you embarrassed and angry.

You wonder if he hears you yelling fuck you from down the hall.

--

He’s staring at you. There is no way you’re making this up. Who else would he be looking at, you wonder. Looking around the park bench you only see an elderly woman with her husband, a family with a small dog, and a few men tossing around a baseball. So, unless Daichi is staring that intensely at the men playing baseball, he has his eyes on you.

How long has it been? Three, maybe four years since that dreadful day your third year of high school. You requested a class change the morning after he read the note you’d left for his best friend, too prideful to let him even get a kick out of seeing your face again. You’d even erased the note, giving up on your pursuit of flustering Koushi early the next morning. Daichi had ruined all your fun in just a few minutes.

So why in the hell is he looking at you now?

You stand up, walking directly towards him. As you get closer you recognize his clothing… oh, he’s a police officer now. You realize he might have just been scanning the park and doing his job, and that you have blown this up in your own mind due to the inflated ego you apparently have.

But, it’s too late now. He sees you clearly and you’re only a few feet from him.

“Why were you staring at me?” You cross your arms, your weight shifting to your right leg and hip. “Is there something wrong, officer?”

That’s better you think, just playoff your annoyance with him towards his job. For all you know, he has no idea who you are. Honestly, you find it a bit embarrassing you still recognize him after all this time.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I just thought I recognized you, is all. Did we go to school together?” The politeness never left him.

Ignoring the way him calling you ma’am feels, you answer. “We did. I’m -----.”

“That’s right,” he smiles at you and leans back on his cruiser. “How have you been?”

“I’m not really interested in shallow chitchat if I’m being honest.” You inform him. “I’m just visiting my family for a while before starting a job in Tokyo. We don’t need to do this weird nostalgic bullshit if you don’t want to.”

“You’re as upfront as ever.” He chuckles, opening the door to his cruiser. “I won’t keep you here then. Have a great day, ma’am.”

He pulls away and you’re left wondering why your eye is twitching. Even worse, part of you wants to follow him and demand he keeps calling you ma’am.

--

“Please, just shut up.” You beg, unbuttoning Daichi’s white shirt. “I don’t want to talk or think, just fuck me okay?”

His laugh shoots through you, your core aching. How did you run into him twice in one day, let alone now begging him to shut up and fuck you? It’s so unlucky. You’d gotten over the emotion of seeing him again minutes after watching him drive away. Now, you’re atop him in the back of his car.

“I’d much rather shut your smart mouth,” he leans close to your ear, thrusting up against you. His cock is hard in his pants, and you swallow hard feeling the sheer size of it against your cunt. “Just behave and let daddy take care of you.”

You’re pretty sure there’s venom in his words, your body, mind, and soul reacting quicker to his gruff tone. Had you ever entered subspace from just words before?

“Yes, daddy.” You whine, grinding against him, your fingers falling from his shirt and moving to unbuckle his pants.

“Good girl.”

Maybe it wasn’t so bad you’d run into him again today.

--

“This can’t keep happening,” you tell him, clinging to his chest.

He kisses your forehead, shushing you and hugging you tight to his warm body. “You say that every time, doll. You don’t need to lie to yourself or me for that matter.”

You groan, further annoyed with him because he’s right. So unbelievably right. You wonder if he knows just how wrapped around his finger you are now, just after a few short months of causally hooking up, meeting for dinner once in a while, and even the occasional sleepover like tonight. You’ve memorized everything about him, purchased his favorite brand of coffee, filled your cabinets with his go-to snacks, and even added an extra toothbrush just for him.

However, words have never been exchanged about what you are to each other.

Only this: the warm company of him in your bed, life, and mind. This is enough, you think. There isn’t much more you could want.

--

You were wrong again; you could want more. It crept up on you slowly, eating and nagging at you until you finally had a copy of your key made for him. Now, you’re anxiously sitting at his favorite restaurant awaiting him, twirling the small box with the key inside in your hand. What if he doesn’t want it, you wonder?

It’s been a year and a half since you first hooked up, but you’ve still never labeled anything. It’s not that he hasn’t tried to again and again, but you’ve pulled back each time. You’ve started to worry that he’s going to give up if you don’t do something. Part of you knows this is because you’re falling for him, even if you can’t voice it.

This should be telling, you hope.

“Sorry, I’m a little late, doll.” Daichi kisses your forehead, holding your hand in his once he shows. He sits across from you, unbuttoning his suit jacket and relaxing against the back of the chair.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you chose this place,” you tell him. Reaching across and taking his hand. He smiles, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I got you something!”

“Oh really?” He smiles, leaning forward onto the table with his elbows. “Aren’t you sweet?”

“Shut up or I won’t give it to you,” you roll your eyes and pull your hand away from him. Looking down at the small box on your lap, you take a deep breath before holding it out to him. “Here.”

“Thank you,” he smiles looking at you, and you look down at your hands in your lap. As he opens it, you impulsively pick at your fingernails. “Oh,” his voice is higher and clipped.

“It’s to my apartment if you want it. You don’t have to take it. I just thought that since-” he cuts you off, moving from his seat to coming to kneel next to you. He kisses you, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“I love you.”

--

A sharp cry wakes you up, your baby needing you. Rubbing your tired eyes, you sit up on your bed slowly, reaching for the bassinet.

“Careful, let me help you.” Daichi’s warm hand on your shoulder stops you from sitting up. You lay back down, and he hands you your screaming son. “There you go,” he kisses your forehead as you unfasten your hospital gown.

“He’s loud,” you comment as he latches. “That’s better.” You laugh, letting out a long sigh. “Goodbye peace and quiet.”

“It’ll be okay,” he tells you, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers softly. “I’m sure we’ll get used to it.”

“I hope he’s like you,” you tell him, watching as he falls asleep while nursing. “Or else it might drive me mad. I don’t think you’d be able to handle two of me.”

He chuckles, settling in beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He kisses your temple softly. “I’d have a thousand mini you’s if it meant I’d get to see you this happy.”

“Fatherhood has made you a dork,” you laugh, turning your head to kiss him softly, your eyes threatening to fill with tears. “Or maybe I’m just finally softening up.”

You’ve never been sure you believed in soulmates, but, if you had one… there’s no doubt in your mind it’s Daichi.

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 04  —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01 02 03

⇢ Word Count : 4.7k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Last night can’t get out of your mind. It’s not like you to do such a dumb thing. Kissing Jimin... you didn’t know what had gotten into you last night. The last thing you’d ever want to do is have someone go through the same thing you did with Jimin when he had cheated on you. Your mind raced all night thinking if that kiss, that one sole kiss, would make you the bad guy? Make this whole situation worse? 

Wrong.

Both of you were vulnerable and just not the same. Of course you’re still tender to the subject of and about him, and forever will have have a soft spot for Jimin. You didn’t expect that to happen though. 

‘‘ Yes.. Yes.. Okay.. I understand.”

You drone on for the millionth time today. Only 9 am and calls are making their way to you. You’ve been caught. Someone spotted you and Jimin last night walking to your apartment. Luckily the pictures were only garage scenes of you and him. Jimin’s head hanging low trailing a distance behind you while you hold your sore arm. Thankfully, by the looks of the new articles every damn hour, they think that you had hurt yourself and Jimin was supposedly there for you for comofort.

The fanpages are going to have a field day with that.

Your manager continues to lecture you about how this could start a scandal, how you should of been more careful, and finally that those words everyone has told you before. He wasn’t good to you, move on.

‘‘ Listen im just going to be with Ryan today and she’s bringing Jungkook. We are heading over to Ryan’s office to discuss things and what not.’‘ You sigh into the phone, wanting to hang up already.

Your manager on the other line is hesitant for you to go, but gives in once you say you’ll only be an hour in and out. That’s the only way you’ll get to go out today. Whenever small scandals like this brew up, the management company would make you stay low for the next three days. 

You both say your goodbyes and then hang up. Finally. Somewhere in the room Clara lets out one of her tiny meows making you smile to yourself. The day planned ahead is way more exciting than you worrying to yourself

‘‘ Baby please. I have to go’‘

Isabel smirks lowly while shaking her head. Jimin watches her intensively as her hands roam all around his now bare chest, that was covered with a shirt two minutes ago.

‘‘ Jimin, you and I both know that we haven’t had much time to ourselves lately.’‘

Her dainty fingertips trace over his forming abs one by one staring him straight in the eyes. He bites his lip hard just before letting out a useless groan with his head thrown back in the chair. It’s true. With all the celebrity show appearances they’ve had, the quality time together has been cut short.

He ries to pry her hands away from his jeans but it’s no use. “ I have to leave, Jungook wants me at Ryan’s office in twenty minutes.”

Her face turns into a pout, lifting her hands from his jeans.  ‘’ So he’s more important than your girlfriend?’’

‘‘ Well I mean he is my blood broth- Fuck!’’

It’ was quick enough to where he didn’t feel it coming. Before he knew it, his jeans were unbuttoned and her mouth glides across the imprint of his shaft hiding behind his boxers. “ We can stop and you can leave.. if you want..” She knows exactly what shes doing by making sure her voice is low and those round eyes meeting his. 

His groans only become louder when she takes a long, slow lick from the base to the tip. There’s no way on hell he’ll miss this opportunity to get some head. Jimin’s craving for sex has been high lately and with no time to recieve pleasure, he damn sure wasn’t gonna let up this offer. “ Fuck that. Keep going my love.”

Grabbing a fistful of Isabel’s hair, he yanks his boxers down revealing his thick, hard member hat springs up to his belly button. Isabel smirks at him just before taking the whole thing down her throat making Jimin moan out louder in pleasure. The sound of sucking, wet noises fill the studio’s ambiance.

Jimin watches her intensely while letting out low groans and growls as her bobbing head becomes quicker. This isn’t what he wants truly.  What he wants is you. You is who he wishes who’d be pleasuring him right now. The way you’d sometimes gag on him when his dick filled your mouth completely was something he’d always enjoyed seeing. The way your eyes water with him stuffed in your mouth but determined to go on was a major turn on for him. He wants you and only you. Right now in this moment Isabel doesn’t mean shit to him but you do. 

He can’t help but to lean back in his chair and close his eyes waiting to chase his high, all with the thoughts of you and your guises past sexual encounters turning him on even more with the lost track of time in the back of his mind.

You on the other hand, wait with Jungkook and Ryan who are getting a bit anxious waiting for the boy’s arrival. You of course didn’t want him to come. It’ll only make things more complicated than it is right now. Essentially you were going to leave when Jungkook said he’d be inviting Jimin.. yet again. 

Seeing as though when you were on your way to the office, you had glanced at the clouds and could see a big thunderstorm brewing. You’d rather not take your chances of being rained on while walking back to your apartment.

‘‘ Geez where is this guy? He’s always late ever since he’s been with Isa-”

A shove by Ryan shuts him right up before finishing his sentence. Ryan gives him a glare and a few utters of words to him before turning back to the giant window that gazes over the bright nightlife of Seoul.

One part of you wishes for Jimin not to actually show up but the other does. Just to see his face and reaction too you ever since yesterday. But just for the sake of it, you won’t bring it up. Play it off like it never happened.

‘‘ Was it really necessary for us to come at night? We couldn’t of just come during the day?’’ Jungkook says, walking over to her.

He snakes his arms around his waist placing gentle butterfly kisses around her neck. The reflection off the mirror shows her facial expression, a slight smile as they sway from side to side. A ping of happiness shoots through you at the sight of them. It reminds you of you and Jimin. That happiness quickly shuts down.

You smile to yourself, “Well i’m a model, Jungkook and his brother are idols, and you’re an upcoming fashion designer dating said Idol. ”

Jungkook clears his throat before placing his arm gently around Ryan, “ Yeah she’s MY girlfriend.’’ He says proudly. Ryan shakes her head while playfully rolling her eyes. 

You giggle along with her. It’s only been a short while since he’s asked her and he seems so happy and proud with her. Something you wish that Jimin wouldn’t have ruined for you two.

‘‘ Nobody knows we are dating and If paparazzi catches you coming to my office it’s going to stir up something rather it be little or not.’‘ Ryan sighs, sitting down next to you on the white couch.

Jungkook pauses to be silent for a second but continues on, “ That would happen regardless because paparazzi comes out at any time of day. We just so happen not to get caught.’’

Your frail hands begin to play with the sleeve of your shirt at the wrists. Something you do when anxious but trying to keep calm. You’re starting to get annoyed with this couple talk. You’re happy for them but rubbing it in is starting to hurt a bit. Where is he at?

‘‘ You know what im tired of waiting. If he comes he comes. If he doesn’t oh well we already knew he’s an asshole because of that girl now.” Ryan scoffs.

She folds her arms as she leans onto Jungkook who’s now sitting on the arm of the couch. He chuckles at her pouting and sudden anger just before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

You take in the sight of them. Two love birds that mean the world to each other. You wouldn’t dare want nor try to break them up. You knew Jungkook has been waiting for that moment to ask her. When he did on that day Ryan couldn’t of been even more happier.

And if as on cue, that familiar face comes in quietly with two large brown bags in his hands. You choose not to make eye contact with him when he stops infront of the couch, glancing at you.

‘‘ Im sorry im late. I bought food for us..” He pleads for forgiveness. If it was up to you then you wouldn’t have forgiven him. Hell, you still don’t want to forgive him for that act last night. Yet you can’t be a hypocrite because you’re just as guilty.

Jungkook takes the bags from him due to the way to familiar scent coming from them. Jajangmyeon. His favorite noodles of all time. A quick way to earn his forgiveness of anything.

‘‘ You are forgiven don’t let it happen again,”  He says, smiling ear to ear as he pulls out his serving of noodles.

Ryan hands you a pair of chopsticks and your serving of noodles. You thank her and look down at the bowl. If you did eat it that means you forgave him, if you didn’t that means you wont. Your mind doesn’t know which one to pick.

While everyone sits there talking amongst themselves you sit there with chopsticks in hand zoned out. You seen the hickies when he had came in. When he had tilted his head announcing his arrival, thats when you saw it peeking from under his scarf. that The dark bruises peaked up and back into hiding whenever he moved.

‘‘ You don’t like the noodles?” Jungkook says, taking a big bite of noodles then slurping them up.

Ryan gives you one of your guises code looks but you give one back to say you are fine. ‘’ Im sorry I was just zoned out.’’

You don’t engage on any of the conversation instead you sit there eating your noodles quietly until they’re gone. That is until the real reason why you are here is brought up.

‘‘ We are here because me and Jungkook have thought about you guys.” Ryan glances at the boy who’s now wiping his face free of sauce.

Great. When are people going to stop doing that though?

‘‘ Ryan come on now, I honestly don’t care. He’s happy with her and I am with myself. Im serious. Please stop thinking about things like this. Im happy can’t you see that! ‘‘ By this point you know you’re all worked up.

It isn’t the truth, but you just want everyone to stop worrying so you could move on. Bringing the whole situation up all the time is draining for you and you’d rather not be reminded of Jimin and what he does and how he’s doing.

Jimin keeps quite with a stare that’s intense on you. You stare right back at him with an emotionless expression. The both of your eyes never leave each-other but you knew it had hurt him. Saying that you’re fine but he knows you’re bothered a lot.

Jungkook sighs heavily, “Baby-Cheeks don’t get all upset now. We are just worried solely on you. Even Jimin is and we all came to an agreement to have this civil conversation right here and now because all of it needs to be addressed.”

You cock your head slightly to the side not leaving Jimin’s eyes. You knew for a fact that this entire conversation is his doing just by Jungkook saying that last sentence. 

“ I told you to stop worrying about me. I really meant it. I’m fine. I am F I N E .’’ You spell out the words, then shake your head clearly pissed off. 

‘‘ But you aren’t. You constantly lose focus and don’t talk as much. Im worried for you so much that it pains me to even see you like this.” Jimin bites his lips to prevent from breaking down. You know that expression all to well.

That still doesn’t mean he should be worrying about you. You two are no longer together and no matter how many times you scream it to the top of your lungs each time, nobody listens to you.

‘‘ I am fine. I promise you guys. I’ve just had a comeback and they set me on a strict diet for the next few months and I go to the gym more than I used to because that’s what us models do. Since I have been absent for a year now my break time is over. The reason I zone out is because I have a busy schedule and sleep is whenever I can get it so that makes me tired often. I am fine.”

Your explanation is partially true and you do feel bad for lying on some of the parts but knowing them they will keep doing whatever to make things right. It’s time for you and them to stop worrying about Jimin and your relationship with each other.

The group doesn’t say anything after that. You tried to keep the best serious tone you had to explain that to them. Luckily they fell through and believed it. All except Jimin.

‘‘ Now can we move on? Is everything okay now?”  You ask, looking at both Ryan and Jungkook. They both shake their head slowly still unsure of what to think.

‘‘ Well since that is over with, lets all take our leave yeah?” Ryan sighs, collecting everybody’s trash from the food. You nod your head and begin to help her while the boys go somewhere in the room to talk privately together.

You don’t care enough to want to know about what they’re saying. As long as they don’t bring anything of worriedness about you again then it’s okay. Soon after the room is all cleaned up you grab your coat and scarf. Jungkook grabs Ryan’s and helps her into hers, zipping it all the way up.

‘‘ My baby can’t catch a cold.” He giggles before placing a kiss on her forehead. Ryan turns a deep red in her cheeks as he continues to dress her properly for the snow outside.

‘‘ Can we talk privately again?’‘ A quite voice says behind you. You knew it all to well. But you don’t turn around at all while slipping your coat on.

‘‘ I’ve thought I made myself clear. I don’t need to say it again. Please just accept it.”  The maroon colored scarf is gently placed around you from behind.

You grab his hands to stop him but he’s quick enough to come in-front of you and begin to wrap it for you. “ You lied. You can fool them but not me.’’

You break his hands away from the scarf, making sure to glare at him before you storm out of the office. All of the pressure and just concern in general is getting to you. It’s not like you to get worked up to this point. You hate making scenes and you knew that when you left like that it’s going to spark more curiousness.

The heel of your black suede thigh high boots click down the hallway fast as tears feel the brim of your eyes. Why wont they just leave it be?

After taking the long way out and going down three flights of stairs from the emergency exit, you make it down to the lobby and out the rotating doors.

When you do you almost choke out a whimper at the sight at Jimin greeting Isabel with a hug in which she pulls him down to a deep passionate kiss while waiting in-front of his car.

He was just upstairs dressing you properly, but kissing on her a few minutes later. Typical Jimin.

You bite your lip hard enough for the taste of blood to fill your mouth to prevent from crying right then and there. You can’t show her any sign of weakness. This is what she wants you to do. Cry and breakdown in-front of her to gain victory. She can’t have it. She wont have it.

You slip your hands into the coat pockets and begin your journey down the street. Catching a taxi would be no use. The cold harsh wind mixing with the hard drops of rain feel euphoric but numb to you.

‘‘ What are you doing? You’ll catch a cold for walking in this type of weather!” A voice yells far from behind you.

You don’t bother to look back at him. You up your pace just by a little to get that voice far away from you as possible. He kissed you last night, but kissed her right infront of you. The lump in your throat is sore and your heart hurts with each step you take.  Is this how the game goes? It hurts. It hurts a lot. 

 The wind blows harsh and the rain blows on your face making your makeup wet but not smeared. The mascara running down your face doesn’t matter from your wet tears.

 The stop lights turn yellow, red, and then green a couple of times. You count the number of changes before walking past it. Three times total.

Yellow

Red

Green

then back again.

The thunder roars causing you to jump a bit, but you’re numb to any noise around you anyways. You sniffle repeatedly to stop your nose from running but why not just let it run? Why not just let everything go. Let yourself go. Yeah that sounds about right. Let yourself g-

The blackness of your vision is sudden. No chance to react when the sound disappears from it. To the ground your body goes, laying there in a puddle of water. Your eyes blink slowly when you wince in pain upon bringing your hand up to your head. Vision goes in and out, in and out. You can’t hear the disorted person above you screaming and shaking you just before blacking out again.

The look of horror on his face and adrenaline runs through his body as soon as your eyes close. He thinks it’s his fault. His fault for wanting to keep talking to you. His fault for kissing you last night. His fault for stressing you out to your limits for you to walk home instead of asking him for a ride.

Running his hand through his hair, he slowly picks up your limp body. He saw that fall, and that fall was hard. You slipped on a decent sized amount of a dirt and mud mixture from not paying attention. Tears roll down his eyes when he places you in the passenger seat to buckle your seatbelt where your chest rises up and down. A sign of life.

The ride to your house is hell for him. Constantly hitting the steering wheel out of anger from himself and crying loudly wishing for you to be fine and okay. The hospital wasn’t an option right now. If paparazzi saw him taking you in unconcious right after the small scandal, he’d be sure that he’d be on the news for the next two weeks for supposedly abusing you, which isn’t the case.

It doesn’t take him long to arrive, considering he was tokyo drifting through the streets of Seoul. Laying your body on your bed, he sees the bottom of your outfit is dirty with mud. At first he hesitates but keeping muddy clothes on you wouldn’t be right of him.

After picking out some sweatpants, he moves on to your hoodie collection and spots one in the back of the drawer folded into a ball. Jimin lets out a small laugh when he realizes its one of his. It must of ended up here in transit when packing from the old apartment.

Nevertheless, he decides it’s that one you’ll be wearing and not anyone of the others. When it comes time to undress you, he looks away when taking off your clothes and putting the new clothes on. He tucks you in when done, planting a small kiss on your forehead just before going to get an icepack for you to place it on your head.

The sound of cartoons playing in a distance wakes you up. Your eyes stir open until full view. The throbbing of your head makes you wince a little. You’re just as more confused as to when you made it into your apartment let alone your room.

‘‘ You’re awake?’‘

He places the icepack on the back of your head but when he goes to grab your hand to make you secure it, your heart skips a beat when his soft hand touches yours. It’s been a while since you last had his warm touch against yours. 

The thoughts in your head stops when he lets go of your now cold hand. ‘‘ Why are you here?”  You say, finally looking at him.

‘‘ You fell. You fell on a puddle of mud while crossing over to the next sidewalk.” He sighs, eyes staring at you with anger yet relief. Instead of fighting back for the sake of your throbbing head, you just look down.

Thats when you notice the new set of clothes on your body. You certainly weren’t wearing this hoodie before. In fact you knew for a fact that this particular hoodie was balled up in the back of your dresser drawer. It’s his. 

 “ You undressed me?” You yell, furrowing your eyebrows at him. You pull the cover closer up to your body out of embarassment but Jimin doesn’t care. He’s more worried about the fall than the undressing.

“ Do you fucking know how got damn worried I was?” Jimin walks over to you with his arms crossed and jaw clenching. You want to hide right about now. “You’re more worried about if I was a pervert or not but news flash, I didn’t even look at you while undressing you. I’m not the asshole you think I am.”  

Silence is golden.

‘‘ We all shouldn’t have been out there with a storm coming, but we came to the office for your sake. You keep putting yourself at risk, just stop!‘‘ He semi-yells at you. 

You know he’s correct but that doesn’t stop you from forming the lecture into an arguement.

‘‘ Risk? I don’t take risks unless necessary. I was just minding my business and walking home. I guess I wasn’t mindful for that the weather wasn’t suitable for walking. Thank you for tending to me.’’

The boy scoffs with a sarcastic smile on his face backing away from your bed. You close your eyes knowing you shouldn’t of said that. ‘‘ Wasn’t mindful? Really? Why can’t you just listen to me whenever I need you to?”

‘‘ You were with Isabel. I don’t have anything to do with your guys relationship at all. I didn’t want to seem like a threat to her. ‘‘

Jimin sighs and rubs his temples, ‘’ You know you’re hard headed right? Do you think I give a flying fuck if she was there or not? You health and you yourself are important to me. ‘’

Here we go again.

‘‘ I said don’t worr-’‘

Jimin raises up quickly with anger and sadness written all over his face, ‘’ I don’t care what you say. Fucking listen to me when I say so! I’m going to worry about you until the day I die and cannot breathe anymore! Accept it okay?’’ He semi- yells, chest heaving up and down fast.

You keep your eyes away from his. You knew it would happen. You knew he would blow up somehow today.

‘‘ Im not going to accept it. Want to know why? I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I have to accept the fact that you no longer are in a relationship with me Jimin. You need to too.’‘

Jimin sighs, pacing back in forth across the wooden floor while running his fingers through his hair repeatedly, “ I was hoping it wouldn’t have to be like this. I’m not letting it happen anymore. From now on I will be checking on you everyday. Understand?’’

‘‘ No I don-”

‘‘ Understand?’‘ He growls, head whipping towards your direction.

There it goes. Pissed off Jimin. The side of his dominance that he dares anyone to overpower.

‘‘ Jimin you cannot come he-”

He shoots you a glare wanting his question answered now. You bite your lip making sure to shut the fuck up at this point. Anything you say after you know would do damage. ‘‘ Do you. Fucking. Understand?’‘

You nod your head. When he becomes like this there isn’t any way to stop him or change his mind.

‘‘ Good. Im not leaving for the night.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Woah Jimin. Okay that’s too far. That’s considered cheating on Isabel.”

‘‘ It’s not. Not if im not with her anymore.’‘

Your heart jumps at those words. Not with her anymore?

‘‘ You honestly didn’t have to break up with her for me.”

You know you’d honestly feel very bad, but not as bad because she honestly deserves it for being a homewrecker. Then again, what does that make you?

‘‘ We technically are on a break. Im planning to break up with her in a couple of days.” He says, turning the blaring hot heater that was turned on prior to you waking up, onto it’s low settings.

You decide that’s enough of questions and to just enjoy his company there while it lasts. Putting the cover back down, you pick up your phone from the nightstand. A few texts from your manager, a missed call from Ryan. By the looks of it they both don’t know what happened and that somehow relieves you. 

Looking back up at him, you notice him turned around about to take off his shirt. His back muscles are evident and flex whenever he moves. You miss those. The way they’d feel under your hands and nails when he used to be ontop of you giving you the best nights of your life.

You hadn’t known he had turned around because you’re too deep in thought recalling those nights. “ Im assuming you like what you see?”

So you’ve been caught. “ No. Put your shirt back on.” Its a lie but you can’t admit to daydreaming about him.

‘‘ Hush im just changing into new clothes.’‘

You watch him go to your bottom left dresser and it all clicks to you. Back when you both shared an apartment Jimin kept extra clothing for emergencies always in the left bottom drawer.

You don’t know why, but you felt that it was tradition to put his extra clothing inside the bottom left drawer when you moved into here. Jimin had left the box of emergency clothing, on accident, with you as the both of you moved out.

When things had arrived here and you started unpacking you had seen what was inside the box. Instead of calling him to retrieve it, you just placed them in the bottom left drawer of your dresser in case something had ever happened where he was in need.

And that scenario just so happened to play out today.

You close your eyes as he casually slips his pants off in front of you. You want to peak but choose not to. ‘‘ Why are you covering your eyes? You’ve seen all of me before.”

And you want to see it all again.

‘‘ Yeah whatever. Im sleepy.’‘

 You rub your eyes and let out a quite yawn. You can feel his eyes staring into you so you turn to face him while getting comfortable under the covers.

Jimin turns out the lights first and then the t.v. Pitch black just how you like it.

‘‘ I forgot how cute you can be.’‘ He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him to where you’re laying on his chest with his arms wrapped around you.

His heartbeat is relaxing to you. So relaxing that soon enough, the both of you are fast asleep tangled in each-others love.

Once again, you fell for his sweet-talking and little white lies. All because you want another chance, one last time.