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yandere-society · 4 years

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Day 1 | Cold Earth

Synopsis: The king is such an arrogant and vain grinch, commanding you to come into work on Christmas of all days! Although you realize that he might be more harmful than the green whovian himself as you take the first step into his vacant, golden palace.

The 12 Days of Black Christmas Event Masterlist

Pairing: Jin x Female Reader

Admin: @roses-ruby

Warnings: Yandere themes

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The rich may exist on earth but live in a whole different world.

There’s a saying familiar to this or something, correct? Well whatever it was, as you stomped up the large marbled stairs, carrying your heavy skirt with nimble fingers, you most definitely had to agree with the proverb. You step up to the very large golden door, decorated with the carvings of vines and flowers and two small angels who held horns in their palms on each side. Two huge men stood on each end, with spears in their muscular arms and a sharp look in their otherwise empty eyes. Standing as tranquil as a statue and facing straight ahead. As you inch your neck back to take a good, long look at the magnificent entrance, an uneasiness fills your body.

You were sure you wouldn’t have to come here today of all days.

Cold winter air blew swiftly around you, and your limbs shivered frigidly. With a sigh, you comb the messy strands of your hair with your fingers. It was a must to look presentable before him. The sky was a pale white, covered in thin wisps of clouds. Yet the men did not move an inch, not even a slight tremble in their burly stance.

“I was asked to meet the King.”

The man on your right glances at you for the first time, studying your identity with trained scrutiny. Yet you were not affected, you had been through these same gates – these same men – many, many times. After a few seconds, the men turned on their heel, in complete sync and began to push open the heavy door.

As usual, a quiet dread surrounds you and you take one last glimpse at your surroundings. The castle area, just north of your village was strikingly barren compared to the village that was filled with merry for the holidays. Somewhere beyond the castle grounds, you spot the messenger that brought you here giving you a vacant stare. Your family had been wary, but you told them you’d return quickly. Who could deny the king, Kim Seokjin, anyway?

There was never any snow where you lived, even when temperatures plummeted way below freezing. You were sure there was a reasonable explanation for the drought, but a part of you pondered on the thought that it was because the crown prince – no King himself who hated snow, the holidays, the happiness alike. It wouldn’t be a surprise if the world began turning the other direction once he queried. He was just that powerful, that spoiled. Yet you could not help but empathize with your village kids, having to go another Christmas without the wonder of snow.

Maybe it would be better if he lived in another world.

You step into the golden palace, your humble shoes leaving a trail of silent patter amongst the vast floor. It was gleaming, so much so, that you could spot your hunched reflection as you walked towards the throne with your head held down and hands clamped together. That was how he preferred for peasants to enter. Perhaps he’d allow you leniency, but you did not wish to cross that line of boundary with him. It wasn’t any warmer in the palace, at least not for anyone from the village. Even without raising your head, you could feel his stare burning through you as you came closer and closer to his throne.

Following your training, you halted at least a good 10 feet from where he sat, on such a high pedestal for such a raised king.

“You called for me, sire?”

The quiet depth echoing amongst the walls was haunting. Though there were large windows placed behind the multiple pillars, there was never any sun that shined into the palace as if it was cursed. Yet the chandeliers made the gold so bright it gave you a headache. There was a stillness around these halls that would never stand in competition with the coziness of a small peasant’s warm fireplace. It was like a beat less, bleak heartbeat. Your hatred for this wretched palace was interrupted by the king’s loud voice.

“Tell me servant, do you know what day it is today?”

It had been a while since he hadn’t addressed you with your real name. Now you were sure something was wrong. “…Christmas morning, sire.”

“Yes, it’s Christmas morning…and I suppose your family is warm by the fire, spreading holiday cheer back home?”

“Why…yes, they spent all day yesterday preparing.”

You couldn’t help breaking into a small smile, thinking of your dad relaxing around the large fireplace. Thankfully your older cousin had bought enough wood from the forest to last for the week. Mom was roasting her duck in oven. Your siblings must have been running around, playing with their new wooden toys and screaming their lungs out with the neighbor’s kids. Then there was your uncle, who was probably drunk off of the eggnog you had made while your aunt nags at him. It had been a long, hard year. Working your fingers to the bone at this lifeless palace for this heartless prince. But it had all been worth it as you could now provide them with the Christmas of their dreams.

Now you wish you could be there to spend it with them…and your fiancé.

“That sounds nice,” He tells you, but you could not feel the sincerity in his words. “You want to know how I spent my Christmas morning?”

Before you could respond, he jumps out of his seat. His bulky red robe meets the floor with a thud as he begins stepping off his pedestal. You could feel yourself physically shrink with his every step.

“I spent my morning alone -step- My parents resting in their graves and my relatives as useful as garbage. I just beheaded the last of them this morning, did you know?” -step-

You stood still, arms still crossed, and posture still bent. But you were a complete mess inside, desperately wanting to run away the closer he came.

“Then, as I was relaxing in my bath and thinking about you-” You tightened your hands, “About our last conversation, one of my knights dared to disturb me. And before I could put him to death -step- I came to learn of quite a particular piece of literature popular with you village folk.” -step-

“Some peasant, an inadequate man really, seems to have made his name around town by creating nursery level rhymes-”

-step-

“-about me.”

Your eyes widened in horror.

“Talking nonsense about how my shoes are too tight. About how my head isn’t screwed on right…about how my heart is two sizes too small.”

“About how I’m a… ‘grinch.’”

He stopped right in front of you. You could see yourself, your bowed head, in his spotless shoes. He smelled of untainted luxury. Your eyes were watering, and you wanted to close them, but you were frozen.

“Tell me, my love. Do my shoes look too tight?”

No. No. No. NO! Tell him no! It was a trained instinct, but you couldn’t say anything – couldn’t even move. All you could do was unclasp your mouth for a pathetically breathy exhale. Just then you felt cold fingers underneath your jaw, lifting you up into a standing position. And for the first time since you entered, you saw your king. His beautiful ghostly face, the unmatched ethereal features, his expensive purple suit. Plated in pure silk and tied together by his big fur robe. So beautiful. So cold.

“Is my head not screwed on right?” His pillow lips and puppy gaze moved along leisurely.

You shake your head, movements limited by his fingers. He rubs your chin with his thumb as he studies your face.

“And when I gave you my heart…did it feel two sizes too light as you held it within your palm?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. Of course, you had known of the tyrant’s feelings towards you. His incessant staring as you wiped his windows. The way he had you do everything for him, like button his shirts or comb his hair…as if he was a small child. Even his constant need to have you right beside him. Not doing anything, just standing. All while he watches you like a hawk. Some interactions had been more personal…more sensual than others.

His confession last week also kind of gave it away.

And just what were you to do? Say no? To the king and get beheaded? So, to save yourself you had lied. Told him to give you a week to think about it. But actually tonight, you had planned to run away with your fiancé. Someplace far away, where the king wouldn’t find you. Where even his mighty talons wouldn’t reach. That’s what your family had prepared for, all through yesterday – your departure. All you wanted was this…just one last Christmas with your loved ones. One where you could actually afford to give them joy.

“N-no…” You say, thinking about the consequences they’d have to face.

“Then why did you crush it so easily by trying to marry the guy who writes all these terrible things about me?”

It was just this one poem. The one you had begged him not to publish. The king’s heartless reputation was well-known amongst the village folk. Used to joke around with and lighten their impoverished lives, for even if they weren’t as rich as the king, they had at least a soul. Still you were always fearful this gossip fodder would get back to him, that one day one of his spies around the city would be able to fit in with the villagers. All the others were easy to spot, with their monotone gazes and pulled faces. Nonetheless your fiancé stuck true to his writer’s heart. That was what you loved about him the most.

“I…I…I’m s-sorry…”

“My sweet love,” He moves closer, his brisk fingers trailing down your shoulder and grasping your arm. For someone so malevolent, how could he resemble such an angel? “What do you think…this ‘grinch’ creature would do to someone like your fiancé?”

“N-no p-please…I’m sorry.”

“Unlike what you think…I am neither green nor heartless.” He places his other hand on your face, wiping away tears you didn’t know existed. “I might let them all live.”

You gasp in pleasant surprise. Could this be a Christmas miracle?

“All you have to do, is never leave my side again.” His voice grew bitter and dull eyes filled with animosity. “You aren’t allowed outside of the palace any more and you never get to see them again, understand?”

You just stood there in shock and agony.

“Don’t be so sad my darling, isn’t this what you were planning in the first place? I’ve merely just fulfilled your wish.”

As you stand there, feeling light headed in his freezing arms, inside his frozen palace, he smiles. You will no longer get to see your mother’s smile or bicker with your dad and cousins. You won’t get to gossip with the neighbor or play with your siblings. You will no longer get to be with the man you love.

You will become a hollow soul, like the men outside. Robbed of all your warmth. Alive only for the grinch’s pleasure.

“Merry Christmas.” He smiles, and for a second it really did resemble the evil grin your fiancé had described in his works. Once he squeezes your arm, the gears in the back of your brain began to turn again like you were trained.

“Merry Christmas.” You squeak back, as he engulfs you in the coldest hug you’ve ever received.

Welcome to his world.

#bts #jin #yandere bts #yandere jin #bts angst #jin angst

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years

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Ok, so I had this thought while meditating -- could you please write headcanons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi when walking in on their s/o meditating to help their depression? I feel like it would be cute! ❤️️❤️️

You know… I’ve never actually meditated before… My coworker got me a rubbing crystal for my birthday this past year… and I don’t really use it - but it does feel nice whenever I do remember I have it lol I wonder if meditating would be kinda the same? Probably not! Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Kuroo Tetsurou:

Actually mimics you lmao

You’re legs are outstretched on either side of you while you meditate, your eyes closed as you try to focus on calming your inner turmoil

And here comes the lanky cat, giving you an odd look before easily taking up the same position right in front of you - his dark golden eyes watching you intently until you realize he’s there in front of you

“Hey, kitten… You do this often? I could really go for some stretches.”

For once he’s not being cheeky - genuinely honest

You explain that you mediated when you’re feeling depressed or even just a little down - it helps you level your head and realize what you really need to be focusing on rather the little things

Kuroo looks thoughtful as he takes in what you’ve explained before he shrugs

“You know you can always talk to me, ______…. I’m always an open ear - even if I’m being an asshole.”

While this is pleasant to hear - you already knew it - and you tell him that meditating is something you do for yourself - not wanting to burden or annoy anyone with your feelings

He understands - takes it in stride and pulls you into his arms, feeling his beating heart calm with your arms wrapping around his middle

“If you’re trying to get your mind off of something for a good 20 minutes - I could hook you up with your panther ;D”

You should have expected his libido to come into play (lmao 20 mins, come on Kuroo xD)

Bokuto Koutarou:

Legit thought you were napping. 100%.

He snuck up on you, sitting in the middle of the living room with your hands on your knees and your eyes closed…

Peers his head over you as he stood behind you, and when you open your eyes suddenly - it scares the SHIT out of him lmao

“Holy fuck!” *falls over* “Babe, what are you doing?”

You explain that you have bouts of depression and use meditating to cope with it, and in return you get a wide eyed expression from Bokuto

Then he’s taking a seat next to you, paying super close attention to your stance and the way your posture is straight and the way your hands held your knees

You ask him what he thinks he’s doing and he gives you a wide smile in return, support and understanding hitting you like a wall

“Joining you! You think you’re the only one who feels like that?”

Damn.. he right… how many times had you come home to see him curled up in blankets and not wanting to get up for a couple days? Or seen his completely dejected mood - a mood not even Akaashi knew how to get him out of….

It means a lot.. just for him to remind you that you are not alone. Even the sunniest of people have their lows, and you were no different

“So… How do we do this? Do I say ‘hummmmmm’ and I start to float? Because that sounds really cool and I wanna learn to hover over everyone, then I won’t have to worry about driving ever again!”

Had anyone but your adorable boyfriend said something like that, you probably would have been upset - but he looks completely genuine in his words and you gently lead him into the serene world of meditation.

Akaashi Keiji:

Perfect boy…. Precious owl mama… KNOWS when you are feeling down - he’s witnessed it through Bokuto many times, so he knows the signs to look for

Still - he doesn’t assume it’s for the same reason until he see’s you looking particularly distraught one day

Doesn’t say a word at first, letting you do your meditation in peace while he gets some tea and treats for you to enjoy once you’ve come to peace with yourself

“Feel better? I made us some tea….”

You can tell he wants to ask you what you are feeling down about - but he stays silent and you explain that it’s not a particular thing that shoots down your mood

Akaashi listening to you is better than ANY therapist tbh lol

“I’ve looked into the pose you take when you meditate… and I think you would feel a little better if you sat like this next time….”

SUPER helpful and understanding and loving whenever you need him or his wonderful listening skills

There are some days where you walk into the house and find him meditating - and he explains he got the inspiration from you

Look at that! You’ve got a meditation buddy! A Peaceful Support System!

“I hope you’re not taking these quiet moments to steal a nap…”

There’s a playful smile in his voice and you can’t help but smile along with him

Iwaizumi Hajime:

The moment he sees you standing in the middle of the living room with your eyes closed - he was perplexed, but silent

Approaches you, gets right up in your face, and when you open your eyes - you yelp and fall back onto the couch

“Is the bathroom clogged? You looked constipated.”

Wtf Iwa…. While you almost have a heart attack from his sudden close proximity, you gain your composure rather quickly and explain to him why you meditate

He purses his lips and nods as he listens to your explanation - his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to understand what you’re coming from

Iwaizumi is a simple man - living in the moment - only ever looking back on memories if he was the cause of everyone’s failure (You did amazing, Iwa - best ace)

“So when you’re feeling dark…. You meditate?”

He kind of understands what it’s like to feel dark - how could he be the ace of seijoh? *war flashbacks*

Nodding his head he takes a stand right next to where you’d been standing, offering his hand for you to grab - pulling you back to his side

“Uh… Will… Will you show me? How to meditate? So I don’t have to feel this guilt….”

Is that your heart breaking? Yes. Yes it is.

Forget the meditation! (for now) you give your boyfriend a big hug and all the cuddles he could want - and remind him that he did all he could - he kicked ass and you were so very proud of him …. You later teach him how you meditate and he takes to it fondly for lazy Sundays with you

#admin Satori #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! headcanons #Kuroo Tetsurou #Bokuto Koutarou #Akaashi Keiji #Iwaizumi Hajime

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hello-bangtanboys · 7 years

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First Day (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Smut, Smut, and more Smut

A/N: I did it a little dirty this time, I was in my feelings. I’m sorry I apologize...kinda. Not really, now that I think about it.

-Admin Moon

Read the first one: First Class

My new boss, Namjoon, told me to dress appropriately. Considering I wasn’t even sure what my new job was, it was difficult to know if I would pass his scrutiny. My black pencil skirt fitted nicely, my white blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband. So I hoped I was dressed appropriately. The building of Kim International was as impressive as the man himself, it stood tall and strong in the middle of Buckhead. My heels clicked on the shiny floor as I stepped out of the elevator on level twenty-three. My stomach was a bundle of nerves as I approached the perky young receptionist. “May I help you?” she asked, flashing me a perfect white smile. I had to swallow down the bile rising in my throat. “I’m here to see Namjoon Kim. Today is my first day working here…”

She nodded and gave me a knowing look as she pressed a button on her headset and passed on the announcement of my arrival. With nod her attention returned to me, “Mr. Kim will see you straight away. Please, go on through. And good luck.” Good luck? Did I need luck to get through my first day? Miss Perky gestured to a closed door. Now was my last chance to turn around and run the hell away from there

…But I needed the job and my last encounter with the billionaire had been pleasant, to say the least. I went through the door and took in Namjoon’s office. It was massive, full of classic black furniture and top-to-floor glass windows. I could see the entire city landscape from my position. The chair at the desk swiveled around to reveal Kim Namjoon, still wore the same satisfied smirk he had on the flight from Los Angeles. Amusement sparkled behind his brown eyes. “Ah, Y/N, I’m so glad to see you. Take a seat.”

He stood and buttoned his black suit jacket before standing in front of the window. He looked like a king surveying his kingdom. He probably owned half the city. I sat in the seat he indicated and waited nervously. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Sir. I’d like you to call me sir.” It had been less than a minute and he was already ordering me around. I shouldn’t like it as much as I did, but I knew from experience that it was difficult to say no to the man. “Yes, sir,” I replied sweetly. “Good. I’m sure you’re curious about what your job here will entail?” Now that was an understatement. “I certainly am, sir.” The rays from the outside caught Namjoon’s eyes, emphasizing his deep irises. They truly were mesmerizing. Namjoon slid his hands into his pockets, his stance more powerful than ever. An unexpected shiver ran down my spine. I could not wait to see what the position of Director of Office Satisfaction actually entailed.

“Follow me,” he ordered. I stood and trailed after him. We exited his office and he led me down a long corridor. Offices on both sides lined the way, people busy working away everywhere I looked. I wasn’t entirely sure what his empire actually did, but it appeared to be important. Finally we ended up in a small cupboard of a room. Aisles of boxes were packed in tighter than the subway at rush hour. Namjoon gestured to the room at large. “I need you to place the documents inside these boxes in alphabetical order. Once organized, they will need to be scanned into our electronic system. I’m afraid we weren’t so paperless a few years ago so we’ve lagged behind.”

…He wanted me to sort paper? “Are you serious?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. “I am always serious, Y/N.”

“I have a Marketing degree. Surely I can do more than shuffle paper.”

“This is an entry level position,” Namjoon stated. “It is what I would expect from any junior employee. Unless…” I was hanging off his every word. I desperately needed to know where he was going with his unless. “Yes, sir?”

“Unless you wish to take on a more… personal role?”

“I’m listening.”

“It would involve late nights and a very demanding boss.” His eyes were sparkling again and it made my stomach do all kinds of flips. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was suggesting but I was up for it. Whatever he wanted me to do, I would do it. As long as it wasn’t shuffling paper. I didn’t go to college for that shit. “I can handle it,” I assured him. “Very well, then.” He hit the light switch and stepped out of the room. “Take the lift up to the penthouse. You will need this key.” He dropped a key from his pocket into my hand. “Wait there and get yourself comfortable. I will be up when I can.”

And just like that, he was gone again. Namjoon liked making swift exits, which was pretty much the only thing I knew for sure about him. Finding the elevator again was a challenge but I made it eventually. I followed his directions up to the penthouse level. When the lift doors swished open, I was standing in the middle of an apartment. As I walked through the place, taking it all in, I couldn’t help but notice the exquisite detail. Either Namjoon had exceptional interior decorating skills that were lost in his CEO position, or he had an amazing designer. My money would be on the latter.

I ended up in the bedroom, one of the largest rooms in the penthouse. The massive bed stood on the far wall, neatly made with velvet red sheets. My only sexual encounter with Namjoon was in an airplane restroom, I wondered what he would be like in an actual bed? Probably outstanding... Returning to the living room, I remembered my order to make myself at home. Did that mean watching some television? Would I still be paid for lounging around in his private apartment? In the end I decided a drink was in order. Namjoon had a fully stocked bar so I snuck some soju and downed it quickly. The burn blazed a trail down to my stomach.

I got the feeling I was going to need some liquid courage. The elevator pinged, giving me a heart attack as I all but jumped out of my skin. My eyes were glued to the doors as they slid open and Namjoon stepped out. He was breathtaking in his navy suit. He was tall and moved with elegance. His confident stride said he was never unsure about anything. “What do you think?” he asked as he reached me. “It’s very nice.”

“Did you see the bedroom?” My face reddened. Was I supposed to have been snooping? “I had a quick look...”

“I’ve been imagining you sprawled over the bed completely naked since I last saw you.” His gaze pinned me in place, seeing right through any facade I might have been trying to put on. I had to swallow just so I could speak again. “You… you have?”

“You’re an extremely beautiful woman. And there are many things I want to do to you.”

“So you hired me to alphabetize paper?” Namjoon laughed, breaking the sexual tension growing between us. “I was hoping you’d reconsider your career path. I know you’re an extremely intelligent woman, I promise you will be rewarded for your… contribution. While I’m in the city, we can play. When I’m gone, if you want to, you can learn all aspects of running this company.” So he was offering me more than sex.

I have to say, that was the best offer I’d had since graduating. It was also the only one that made me wet. “Your offer is accepted,” I said formally. It felt deliciously wicked speaking of something so naughty like it was a business transaction. Namjoon started closing the gap between us. “Good,” he muttered about a second before pressing his lips onto mine. He pulled me against him as he owned my mouth. My lips opened, letting his tongue in to make sure I gave him complete ownership. By the time he let me go I was breathless and my pussy was wet. If he was even half as good in bed as he was on the airplane, I was going to be in for a real treat. “Go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes, Y/N,” Namjoon instructed. If any of my previous boyfriends had spoken to me like this, I would have slapped some sense into them. But when Namjoon did it, I was ready to do anything he wanted me to do.

He slapped me on the ass as I stepped around him. The sharp sting sent a shudder through me, I hoped there was more of that to follow. It took all my self control not to run to the bedroom. I wanted to rip my clothes off so Namjoon could put his lips and hands all over my skin. I ran the last few steps. My blouse was the first item of clothing to go. I undid the buttons and pulled it off. Next was my skirt, I unzipped it and placed it on a chair. I disposed of my panties last, creating a neat pile of clothes. Completely nude, all I needed was the sexy man and we could get the show on the road.

There were no sounds coming from the apartment so I stood in the middle of the room and waited. Instead of feeling awkward, my pussy was throbbing and begging to be touched. If he didn’t hurry, I was going to start without him. Finally, footsteps padded my way and Namjoon filled the doorway. “Lie on the bed.” I practically hopped on the sheets before lying down. My head rested on the soft pillows so I could still see him watching my every move. He took in a step into the room and pointed to an area over the chest of drawers. “There is a camera here. It is hooked up to my personal surveillance system. Only I can access the feed. I want you to know sometimes I will want to watch you, even if I’m out of town.”

“You want me to stay here?” I asked, slightly confused. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be filmed doing anything, but if Namjoon was the one watching… the thought drove me wild. “You can stay if you like. But what I meant was that I’d like to watch you touching yourself. At times, I’d like you to put on a show for me.” Oh. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before,” I admitted. “But you do touch yourself.” Never in a million years would I have thought I would be having this conversation with someone. Let alone my boss. “I… take care of business, sometimes. Between boyfriends.”

“Do you use toys?”

“Excuse me?”

“Toys. Vibrators, eggs, or just your fingers?”

“…fingers.” The conversation would have seemed completely inappropriate if I wasn’t naked on his bed. “I’ll get you some toys and you can experiment. You will only be permitted to use them when I am watching. Is that clear?” He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at me. I really wished he was just as nude as me. “Yes, sir.”

“There are more rules we need to go over but they can wait. For now, all I can think about is fucking you hard.”

“Yes, sir.” He pulled at his tie until it loosened and he threw it on the floor. He took his time undressing himself while I itched to help him. I didn’t dare move, it was probably against one of his unspoken rules. Watching him slowly get naked was like watching porn. With each piece of fabric he removed it revealed a hard body that was made for pleasure. He had to work out every day; that kind of body did not happen by accident. His tan skin was perfect, completely unblemished except for a scar that cut through his chest over his heart. I wondered what it was from. He was far too young for heart problems.

He asked as he pulled off his boxers, his penis was just as robust as I remembered it. He crawled on the bed as my body throbbed with anticipation. “You’re so gorgeous, princess.” His hands started on my legs, rubbing them slowly in circles as he made his way up my body. He somehow managed to find every erogenous zone that ever existed on my skin. His gaze moved over my body, making me feel sexier than I ever had before. He revered my skin, touching me like I was a goddess and he was worshipping me. I could take that kind of treatment forever and never tire of it.

Namjoon kissed up my thighs, spreading my legs wide while I was giddy with the thought of what was to come. I wanted him in the sweet spot but didn’t dare to hope he would go down on me. My legs shook with pleasure as he held on to me tightly. His mouth was getting so close to my pussy I could feel his hot breath on my wetness. He was driving me crazy, I was all but ready to beg for him to touch me there. “Y/N,” he moaned. “Your pussy is divine. I’m going to spend hours tasting you, fucking you, and making you scream.”

“Yes,” I managed to stammer. If that’s what he wanted… who was I to argue? His lips grazed my clit lightly, teasing me with a promise of what he was about to do. My hips tried to buck up and demand more but his strong hands held me down. He was the expert of the slow tease. Finally, finally his mouth closed around my clit. I instantly shivered with pleasure. His tongue slid along my pussy, stroking it with long and beautiful movements. He switched it up by sucking on my clit, pulling it so hard into his mouth I almost climaxed with every tug. His hands slid around to cup my ass cheeks. He used his new position to lever me upwards and reposition my hips so I was closer to his face.

Utilizing his new advantage, his tongue slid down my pussy then his tongue fucked me hard. He alternated plunging into me with long strokes along my clit. A fire was kindling in my belly and it wouldn’t be long before it was a full-on blaze. “Come for me, Y/N,” he whispered before putting his mouth back on my pussy. “I want to feel your pussy pulsing around my tongue. Do it,” He plunged back in with purpose, making it clear that I was going to follow his order and he would have no arguments. The orgasm took me hostage as I was lost in the joy singing through me. Every part of my being radiated out from his mouth as he sucked on my most intimate area. Tingles that I never thought possible washed through me like fireworks in the sky.

I never wanted the feeling to stop. Namjoon drew out my orgasm to unreasonable lengths. I came apart under his expert touch and there was nothing I could do about it. He was the one in charge and I was enraptured to give it to him. His mouth left my pussy with a pop, before he smacked his lips together. “You taste like sweet peaches.”

My breathing was still ragged as I fought for some semblance of composure. “Thank you.” He chuckled as he kissed up my belly. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy. Princess.” He bit out as he reached my breast and popped a hard nipple in his mouth. I moaned as he toyed with my nipple between his fingers while his tongue copied the motion on the other breast. His hard erection rested on my belly. He gave my nipple a quick bite before letting it fall from his mouth. “You’re going to ride me, sexy. I’m going to put my cock inside your pussy and you’re going to squeeze me until I pop. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to see these tits bounce.”

“Yes, sir.” His body covered mine as he flipped me around so I was on top of him. I had to scramble to get up, remembering my orders. I was looking forward to being on top, being able to bring him as much pleasure as he did me. My hands walked down his beautiful chest until I was sitting on him. His cock pressed into my clit, giving me an idea. I started sliding along his length, rubbing him over me. Little bursts of intense lightning shot out as his hardness stroked my burning lips. Namjoon closed his eyes, lost in the sensation. If I kept going, we were both going to come. I didn’t want that yet, he had to be inside… for both of us.

I forced myself to stop and Namjoon’s eyes opened once again to sear into me. “You feel so good, princess.”

“So do you, sir.” He smirked, knowing full well just how good he felt. I grabbed his cock and positioned him. I took him in slowly, moving up and down slightly so I could draw out his entrance. His cock was just as delicious as it was on the airplane. I grind on him, drawing imaginary circles with my hips so we moved around. Namjoon gripped my hips while never taking his eyes off me. His gaze roamed across my naked skin, making me feel as beautiful as ever. I loved the contrast of our skin as we moved together. “Work for me,” he ordered. The time for going slow was over. I started pounding on him, our skin slapped together. His cock pulsed in and out of me as we moved like animals.

I leaned forward, not only so Namjoon could see my breast better but so I could pull his cock over my clit. Every time I released him, my essence caused his slippery shaft to rub between my lips. I let him out just enough before slamming him back inside me again. Namjoon let out a deep groan from his throat, “Make me come, princess. Now.” I tried to disobey him, wanting to draw our sex session out longer. I loved the feel of him inside, the way he set my skin on fire. I wanted the feeling to never end. But in the end he got his way. The orgasm made me scream before I even realized what was happening.

Namjoon helped my hips continue their bucking until he lost control too. We fell into the blissful abyss and let the waves of desire crash through our bodies. His cock throbbed and exploded in me, hitting all my nerve endings and letting them revel in the fullness. “Namjoon,” I panted through the joy. I needed him to know how grateful I was for this kind of feeling. It was a beautiful moment, connecting us as if we were one. We may have been little more than strangers but actions said much more than words. Our bodies recognized each other like we were always supposed to be like this. Like we were made for this.

My toes curled with the incredible lightning bolts shooting through me. From head to toe, I was nothing but sheer lust and need. My pussy throbbed with the release, convulsing around Namjoon’s cock and making sure it was clear how heightened my pleasure was. The moment continued on like it might never end. I couldn’t imagine a time when I was out of Namjoon’s bed and couldn’t fathom a reason why I would want to be. I’d never felt this way before. Namjoon sat up and pulled me into his arms as the last aftershocks sent a rush of goosebumps over my skin. He rocked me in his lap, whispering in my ear. “We’re going to do that repeatedly. Understand?”

I nodded because I couldn’t find any words to reply. He had stolen all the air out of my lungs, leaving me breathless and shaky. Intense didn’t even begin to describe that orgasm. Namjoon held me like that for a very long time. So long his cock went soft inside me. I still kept him there, greedy to keep the connection to the man. Eventually, we pulled back from one another. But only so far so we could see each other’s face. He looked down between us where we were connected. “You’re so gorgeous,” he started. “I love having my cock inside your pussy. You’re so tight and wet.”

“You make me this way,” I replied. “You’re going to be wet a lot.”

“I hope so.” I leaned over and kissed him, our lips pressed against each other with wonderful pressure. It seemed silly being so chaste after what we’d just done but it felt right at the same time. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you, princess?” The teasing twinkle was back in his eyes. I couldn’t wait to hear what he had in store for me. This was the best job I’d ever had. There’s no way I can explain my feelings for Namjoon, I don’t understand them. “What are you going to do?” I asked coyly. Talking so openly about sex was still new to me. I got the feeling Namjoon was going to be teaching me a lot of things in the near future.

“I’m going to tie you up every which way, for a start. Then I’m going to spank you every time you break a rule. These hard nipples are going to be clamped. Sometimes I’m going to watch you fuck a dildo until you’re primed and ready for me.”

“That’s all?” I asked. He scuffed as a reply, “For the first week, yes.” My stomach flipped with butterflies. I was definitely in good hands with my demanding boss. If he wanted to restrain, spank, and fuck me… I was going to be walking around with a permanent smile etched on my face. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” Namjoon asked, more serious than before. I thought about his question. I’d only known him for a few days. This was the second time I had ever seen him. Did I know enough about the man to trust him? My heart knew the answer: yes. “Yes, I do,” I said with no hint of doubt in my voice.

“Good. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll never leave you without being satisfied unless it’s part of a punishment. We should go over the rules.” The rules. I’d forgotten about them. I nodded for him to continue. “You will be on call twenty-four hours a day, every day. You may stay here or you can keep your own apartment,” he started, like he had a mental list he was reeling off. “You will never say no to me, however you may choose a safe word for our play. If you say the safe word, I will stop. I hope you will never have to use it but it’s important for you to know you can.”

“Yes, sir.” Safe word? I should have been nervous about what that could mean for our future activities but I wasn’t. Instead, the thought made me wet all over again. I wanted Namjoon to fuck me to my limits and forge all new boundaries for me. “You will never question my instructions. You will never discuss our arrangement with anyone. You will obey and be submissive at all times.” He paused. I wasn’t sure if that meant he had covered all his rules or he was waiting for it all to sink in. He obviously didn’t know how impatient I was. “That’s everything, sir?”

“That’s enough, for now.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I waited until he nodded. “Are you a dom? Is that what this is? You’re a dom and you want me to be your submissive? You’re into BDSM?”

“I prefer not to place tags on things,” he replied curtly. “But I suppose if you must, then yes. I like to be in control of all aspects of my life and the bedroom is no exception.” As he talked, his cock started to stiffen inside me again. One thing was clear, he liked his rules. The thought of dominating me and my complete obedience to his orders turned him on. Just talking about it was enough to get him hard. And me, wet. “Those rules are acceptable,” I said.

“Good. Now give me a hand job.” He laughed at my bemused expression. “You made me hard, it’s only fair you rectify the situation so I can get back to work. This is an order, Y/N.”

“Of course.” I slid off Namjoon’s lap as he released his hold on me and his cock pulled out of my pussy. With one hand I cupped his balls, using my fingers to massage them and keep up constant pressure. With my other hand, I gripped his cock and gave it a squeeze. His sharp intake of breath was enough for me to know he enjoyed my touch. He was sopping wet from my essence, making it easy for my hand to slide up and down his cock.

The thick was inviting, way too tempting for me to resist. I popped it in my mouth, giving a long suck and enjoying him between my lips. Thwack. A sharp sting warmed my ass. I almost bit down on his cock with the surprise. Namjoon had spanked me. I quickly pulled back. “I said hand job, Y/N,” he warned. “You’re going to have to earn sucking me off. Hands only for now.” “Yes, sir.” I’m not sure if it was the spanking or the brief taste of his cock but something was making my pussy throb with need. I continued on using only my hands. His cock grew thicker under my touch as he ebbed closer to getting off. I increased my speed, impressed with his size and ability to hold on. Our gaze connected just before he let go. His cock twitched and throbbed as he came. His cum shot from his cock and went all over my breast as I positioned myself closer.

He didn’t order me to take his load but I think he appreciated it anyway. “Do you like seeing yourself all over me?” I grinned.

“I do. You performed exceptionally well.” He let me go and stood up, leaving me on the bed alone as he started gathering his clothes. Disappearing into the adjoining bathroom, he called out to me while cleaning himself up. “I will have lunch delivered up to you here. Once you’ve eaten I want you to stay naked and on the bed. You can watch television or choose a book from the library. You may leave at five.”

“Are you going to watch me on the camera?” I asked. “I have a few meetings but I will check in on you several times.”

“Do you want me to touch myself?” I still wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that. All my inhibitions were on vacation and I hoped they stayed that way. Namjoon made me feel safe and open about everything. “No. You are forbidden from touching yourself today.” “So I just laze around naked?”

“Yes.” I could do that. “Can I take a shower?”

“No. I want you to stay dirty for me, princess.”

“Yes, sir.” He emerged from the bathroom looking impeccable, as usual. “Good work, Y/N. I hope you are enjoying your first day.” He kissed my forehead and left the room. I closed my eyes as I laid back on the bed, sated and satisfied.

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