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davidpastrsnack · 4 years

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back for more - matthew tkachuk

a/n: first of all idk what this title is i just wanted to post this lol. back with more matty but this time with a splash of smut. wasn’t expecting it to be so filthy but here we are. let me know what you think! (it seriously means the world to get feedback)

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You grew up in St. Louis, becoming quite close with the Tkachuk family when they moved in next door. You were basically inseparable from Brady and Taryn, but Matthew had been another story. He knew exactly how to piss you off, somehow managing to strike a nerve with every comment he threw your way. It didn’t help that he made you so nervous, he was attractive and he knew it. No matter how much both your parents tried, there was no way you two could peacefully coexist. Safe to say you avoided him at all costs, which wasn’t a lot with how close your families were. When Matthew left for Calgary, you finally got a break, able to enjoy your time at the Tkachuk house without his constant bickering.

Fast forward four years and you were offered your dream job right out of college. But there was a catch: it was in Calgary. It wasn’t even a decision to be made, this was the opportunity of a lifetime and you knew that the city was big enough to avoid Matthew. Except apparently it wasn't, and now you were stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of winding up in his bed.

You were lucky enough to know one of the other girls that worked at your company, quickly falling into an easy friendship with her. It was Saturday night and you and Ella decided to go out, both looking your absolute best. You went for all black, throwing on your favorite jeans, v-neck bodysuit, and heeled booties. As soon as you walked into the bar, you were hit with the dense, warm air, your attention drawn straight to one of the tvs showing highlights of the Flames win that night. You scoffed, not even wanting to think about Matthew, and pulled Ella to go get your first round. Soon enough, you found yourself talking to a guy at the bar, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. But little did you know the young guys of the Flames had just walked in, in the mood to celebrate their win. Matthew felt his breath hitch in his throat the second he saw you. He knew you had moved to the city, his mom begging him to reach out and make you feel welcome, but of course he hadn’t. What he didn’t know is how unbelievably good you looked. He had always harboured a crush for you, something about the sweet girl next door just doing it for him. But you quickly became close with Brady and he didn’t want to intervene if there was something there. So in typical teenage boy fashion he did his best to annoy you at all times. By the time it was clear that you and Brady were just friends, he had already established his dislike for you and felt that it was too late to backtrack. But now here you were. Maybe it was the way your jeans perfectly cupped your ass or the high he was still riding from scoring two goals just hours before, but Matthew headed straight towards you.

There was no denying that the guy in front of you was hot, but something about his personality was straight up boring you. Just as you began plotting your escape, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You eagerly turned, expecting it to be Ella coming back from the bathroom, but your face dropped when you saw him. “Matthew,” you sighed, a self-satisfied smirk already on his face.

“Long time no see Y/N, hmm?” he grinned.

You may have hated him, but you couldn’t say he wasn’t beautiful. He towered over you, messy brown curls falling onto his forehead just above his baby blue eyes. His black t-shirt fit him perfectly, tight on his broad shoulders and around his biceps. His scent was intoxicating, daring you to move closer to his frame. And that’s when you knew you were a goner.

He somehow charmed you into coming home with him that night, not that you were putting up much of a fight. Nearly two months later, you found yourself under his spell, spending night after night together.

Tonight was no different. After a long east coast road trip, Matthew was begging you to come over despite the early hour of the morning. And that’s where you found yourself, pressed up against his door weakening beneath his body. His hands were heavy on your waist, moving his mouth from yours to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. You whimpered as he started to suck your sweet spot between his teeth, feeling him smirk against your soft skin as he wound you up. “Matt- Matthew, please,” you begged, hands gently pulling his curls making him groan. With just a few touches he had you dripping for him, no one compared to the way he worshiped your body. He moved his hands down your body, splaying across your ass then your thighs. He gently tapped them urging you to jump, which you did right away, gasping when you felt how hard he was against you as you wrapped your legs around his hips.

“What do you want babygirl? You just gotta tell me,” Matthew whispered in your ear, making sure to grind into your core a little extra as he spoke.

“Fuck,” you whined. “Your t-tongue, your fingers. Please Matty.”

Matthew moved to carry you into his bedroom, continuing his assault on your neck. “Whatever my girl wants she gets.” You tried not to overthink his possessive language, and luckily you were quickly distracted as he dropped you on his bed. You couldn’t help but giggle as you bounced on the soft material, him grinning down at you, eyes full of admiration. It was moments like these that made you question the original agreement of just sex. He could be so sweet, so respectful. But you didn’t let yourself go there, knowing he had no interest in a relationship, especially not with his former childhood enemy.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Matthew went back to work, lips reattaching to your neck and rough hands slipping underneath your sweatshirt. You arched up into him in desperate need of more friction. He was taking his sweet time marking up your collarbone, but you couldn’t wait any longer, pushing him off your body so you could pull off your top.

“Someone’s eager,” he chirped with a smirk.

“Oh shut up,” you snapped back, pushing his head further down your body.

Matthew chuckled and wrapped his hands around your back, gracefully unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. His pink lips trailed down, covering your boobs in fresh bruises, the partially healed ones still lingering from previous nights. Once he reached the band of your leggings he wasted no time pulling them off your legs in one swift motion, but he left your panties behind. He wasn’t quite done teasing you. Matthew hooked both your legs over his shoulders, settling in. His dominant hand moved to finally ghost your core, fingers faintly dragging up the black lace. He smiled up at you as he took in the sight in front of him. You were squirming beneath him, already losing control of your body completely. His thumb rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles, your arousal becoming visible through the material.

“Mattttty,” you whined, begging him to do something, anything.

He normally hated that nickname, it reeked of desperation from girls he had no plans of calling again. But when it fell from your lips he felt his dick twitch and his heart melt. No matter how many times he told himself differently, you weren’t just another girl and deep down he knew it.

“Okay, okay princess. I got you,” he cooed, finally pulling your panties off. “Fuck,” he groaned as he saw you glistening before him, “So wet for me baby.”

He delved right in, dragging his tongue up your slit, reveling in hearing your moans as he finally gave you what you needed so desperately. Your hands flew straight to his head, pulling at his curls making him moan into you. Slowly but surely he reached your clit, wrapping his swollen lips around it before detaching his mouth with a pop.

“Mhm, you taste so fucking good babygirl,” he groaned.

You didn’t have time to respond before he went back to work, tongue massaging your clit just right. You had learned very quickly that this boy knew exactly what he was doing. With one finger he teased your entrance, feeling you out before sliding it in.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered, your back arching off the mattress as he curled it against your g-spot perfectly.

Matthew smirked against you, blue eyes lifting to lock with your gaze. He added another finger and picked up his pace. He knew you were close, and he also knew just how to finish you off. He flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head back and forth, arm resting heavy on your waist to keep you from moving.

“Ma-Matty I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck,” you yelled out, not holding back in the least bit. His name continued to fall out of your lips in a chant as you reached your high.

Matthew milked you through your orgasm, making sure to look up and watch as you fell apart. It was his favorite sight: the way your back arched, face twisted, and legs shaked. He finally slowed his movements, pulling back to watch your cum spill out as he removed his fingers. You sat up on your elbows trying to regain your breath, in awe of the man in front of you and the earth shattering orgasms he never failed to give you. He locked eyes with you, a devilish smirk on his face as he moved to suck his fingers clean.

“Feel better?” He teased with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, dragging him up by his shirt to kiss him, sighing as you tasted yourself on his tongue. He gently bit your bottom lip, making you pull away to urge him to shed his clothes.

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Two more orgasms later, you fell back against the mattress, chest rising with each breath as your body started to come down. Matthew laid next to you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck and his arm heavy across your waist. The two of you stayed like this for several minutes, basking in one another’s warmth. Neither of you would ever admit it, but this was your favorite moment of the night. That short bit of time when it was acceptable for fuck buddies to hold each other right after sex. But eventually you found yourself fighting everything within you and escaping from his grasp, moving to the bathroom to go clean up. Like usual, Matthew loosened his grip on you and watched you walk away, the door closing behind you.

Normally he would push his feelings to the side and let you leave, but he didn’t know if he could handle pretending tonight. Before he could talk himself out of it, he got out of bed, throwing on a fresh pair of boxers and grabbing a t-shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you to emerge, heart beating out of his chest.

When you opened the door, you were expecting to see Matthew already half asleep, mumbling a goodbye to you. Early on in your arrangement, he insisted you stayed over in the guestroom, not wanting you to go home alone so late, but you refused. The best he got out of you was a text when you got home safe. You just couldn’t allow yourself to wake up in his apartment, that would be a cruel joke to your true feelings. But tonight, he was waiting up for you, a t-shirt in his hand.

You gave him a confused look, suddenly feeling very exposed in front of him.

Matthew moved his hands out to you, urging you to grab the shirt.

“What are you doing?” you questioned. There was no way this was what you hoped it was, he wouldn’t.

“Put it on,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Wha-,”

“I can’t do this anymore, okay? I can’t watch you leave every night and then fall asleep alone wishing I was holding you. So put the shirt on and get back in bed.”

It was almost like you didn’t believe him. You gave him another quizzical look, to which he responded by gesturing it towards you again. You finally reached out and grabbed the shirt, slowly pulling it over your head. It was big, and you couldn’t deny that your heart fluttered as the soft fabric fell over your frame. You hesitantly moved towards the bed, climbing back under the sheets. Matthew slid in behind you, immediately reaching and grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You stayed silent for a minute, but your mind wouldn’t shut off. You couldn’t just pretend that this was normal.

“You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re not that dumb,” you mumbled at the end.

He scoffed, but it quickly turned into a chuckle as you turned in his arms and he saw your face, laced with confusion.

“What is there to talk about?” he smirked.

“Matty,” you warned, not blind to how his cheeks pinkened at the name.

Matthew sighed, “Look, Y/N, I don’t think you hate me as much as you pretend to. And I’m telling you that I never hated you like it seemed for all those years. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure we’ve been exclusively hooking up for a while now and fuck, I want more,” he declared.

You of course agreed with him, but you decided to have a little fun.

“How do you know you’re not just one of many on my roster, hmm?” you teased, but he saw right through you.

“You’re here almost every night I’m not away. I would honestly be impressed if you were doing that,” he laughed as he looked down at you, moving his hand to play with your hair.

You didn’t even have words, just cupping his cheek and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was staring at you with the softest eyes, and after so long you finally let yourself stare back.

“Okay but I’m not telling our parents. That’s on you,” you spoke.

“Umm, about that, I already told my mom-”

“You told your mom that we’re fucking! What is wrong with you Matthew?” you exclaimed, playfully hitting his bare chest as he burst into laughter.

“No! I just told her we started hanging out a little bit. That’s all baby.”

“Oh thank god,” you sighed, relieved that the woman you basically considered a second mother didn’t know that your relationship with her son started as a Saturday night bar hook up.

After another fit of giggles, the physical and emotional exhaustion of the night finally struck. You turned into Matthew’s body and nuzzled into his chest, his arms holding you close. His lips grazed your forehead, whispering goodnight. But just when you felt your eyes slipping shut, you heard that voice one more time.

“I should probably tell you though, Brady knows about the fucking.”

“Mathewwwww,” you groaned into his skin, feeling your body shake as his vibrated with laughter.

Even though you had a lot of explaining to do back home, you were so happy to have the pest by your side through it all.

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captainelsaeverdeen · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 3.

It’s heeeeeere! Yay! I started thinking about making an another blog to upload my imagines about this pretty boy you see up there, to not upload them here, on my main blog, but we’ll see! I hope you will enjoy this as much as I do writing it!

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

Calm down. Just calm down.

With each step, your heart was beating harder. Although it was pretty cold at home, you could feel yourself sweating under your shirt. Your best friend was waiting in the living room, talking to your mom when you stopped on the stairs to save time. But he noticed you. He smiled politely and came closer, licked his lips nervously.

“I think we should talk” he whispered. “Can we go upstairs?” “Of course” you murmured, leading him down the way that he knew so well. Dustin looked curious from his room, but you locked the door as soon as possible. “I... I don't even know what to say” Jonathan whispered so quietly that you could barely hear him. “You don't have to say anything” you laughed awkwardly. “It... I don't know what it is. I probably wrote it a hundred years ago. Maybe in high school. I was cleaning up the attic, maybe Dustin and Will found it and wanted to have fun by pissing me off”.

“You believe that Will... or your brother would have been able to do it?” Jonathan asked slowly, his fingers clamped on a thin envelope. You ran away with your eyes, your tongue burned you from your lies. “They're just kids. I once hid his Jedi figures when he broke my walkaman”.

“But we're not in kindergarten anymore, Y/N” your friend insisted, coming closer. He raised the letter to the height of your eyes so that you could see exactly all the words you wrote just yesterday. “I can't believe it's just a stupid joke. You wouldn't write it that way. You wouldn't put so much heart into it. So please don't be afraid to tell me it's true. I'm sure Nancy...” “You told Nancy?” you asked. You were so scared, cold shiver ran down your back.

“No. Not yet. And I'm probably not gonna do it” he was squeezing his nose in two fingers. “She's your friend. She'll understand. I'm sure she won't be mad. Y/N... I'm sorry, but I don't... I love you. But... I love Nancy too, in another, deeper way...” “I told you it was a joke” you broke it off, feeling your voice shaking. You heard the floor creaking in the hallway, and you clenched your hands on your shirt, hoping it wasn't Dustin. “I found an old letter and I don't know how it got to you, but it doesn't matter because... because...”

“Because?” Jonathan insisted, coming closer. The answer would be a lie, another lie. It's different to tell a teacher that you didn't do your homework because your brother vomited all day and you had to take care of him, and it's different to look into a friend's eyes and tell him that all the love, all the admiration for him described in the letter is not real. It would be easier with Steve. You'd tell the truth there. You didn't like him, not anymore. With Steve...

“Because?” Jonathan was growing impatient. His pupils dilated, his eyes were stuck only in you, his friend, his confidant, his advisor. If you confess, and he says again that what you dream of will never happen, your heart will be in a terrible condition. “Y/N?”

“You don't have to worry about that because I'm in love with somebody else “you said quickly, suprising him and yourself as well. Jonathan was shocked, the letter finally disappeared from your eyes. “What... in who? You have... you have a boyfriend and you didn't tell us anything?” “I didn't tell you because... I was afraid of your opinion. Especially Nancy. It's new, fresh, I didn't want to jam, I was afraid it wouldn't work, so...” “But who is it?” Jonathan interrupted your rambling and sat on the bed. “Do I know him?”

“It's Steve” you said, blinking fast. Jonathan looked like you hit him with a chair. He opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. If you were a cartoon character, there'd probably be a lot of smoke coming out of his head from thinking hard. “You're serious?” he finally got out of his mind. “But... when did this happen? He asked you out?”

“I did” you said smiling. Funny. Once you start lying, the rest of lies start coming so easy, you don't even have to try. “A few days ago. I figured Nancy wouldn't mind. I just told Robin. Dustin... Dustin doesn't know anything about this”. “Oh my freaking god” Jonathan sighed in disbelief, and then he finally smiled for the first time since he went into his room. “So this is really just a stupid joke?” “Yeah” you laughed but really you wanted to cry out of stress. “But don't tell Will about it. I don't want him to have problems because of something like this... irrelevant. I forgive them.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?” Jonathan smirked. “I know you feel like killing them.” “Not them. Just myself” Jonathan smirked, but it wasn't a joke. “It's even flattering, you know” he shrugged his shoulder. “That you liked me in middle school. You wrote pretty mature for a little kid.” “I've been able to get out of English class with honors” you said dreaming of getting him out.

“I'd love to tease you more because of this, but I promised my mom I'd only go for a while. If you don't mind...” he stopped talking when you opened the door. “No, I don't mind” you smiled a little bit. “I'm sorry I ran away then”. “You were afraid I'd catch you with a new boyfriend, I know. Nancy will be damn surprised.”

“Don't tell her” you told fast, too fast not to arouse a suspicion. You swallowed seeing his surprised look, his eyebrows wrinkled in misunderstanding. “I want to do it myself. I should've done it before, but since the boys have found out that way...” “I'll be silent as the corpse” Jonathan smashed your hair and pretended to lock his mouth with his hand. And he left. The whole scene, the show the show you played for him lasted only a few minutes , and you felt like it was dragging on for hours. The pressure in your chest eased, you breathed deeply, hearing Dustin already moving into your room to ask what was going on.

You and Steve Harrington. That's ridiculous.

The food was disgusting. Steve usually loved Thursdays, Thursdays were the only day when Glory, the cook at school, was up to the task and cooked something that he really could eat at least once a week, but just looking at a dry turkey made him sick.

“Take as much as you want. I won’t eat that” he was disgusted, looking at his basketball teammates he's been sitting with since lunch with Carol and Tommy became an anguish. “You've got to keep in shape, man. You can't just drink chocolate milk.” “Well, that's what I'm gonna do. It's the only thing I don't throw up from” he shrugged, taking a straw between his teeth.

“Hey, Steve” he heard someone behind him and almost choked on the milk. His friends were snorting laughing, revealing the rest of the food in their mouth. Steve coughed and turned around, seeing you in the middle of tall, muscular boys, plucking the cuticles at your nails out of stress. “Here comes the meat” one of his friends laughed, slicing turkey. ”Are you lost, babygirl?”

“Choke on this trash” Steve threw a napkin at him and stood up. “Yeah, Y/N?” “Can we talk? Somewhere where you'll finish your dinner and where will be quiet?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I... yeah, yeah, of course. Let's find an empty table” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Loser” he heard passing by Carol, who was scanning Dustin's sister, walking ahead. He showed her the middle finger, hoping that the girl ahead of him hadn't noticed anything.

“Listen” Y/N sat opposite him at the table under the window. Someone spilled a Coke on it trying to wipe it off with a ton of napkins. “I'm sorry I ran away last time you wanted to talk to me. It was inappropriate, childish and impulsive. So... I'm sorry”.

“You've already said you're sorry” he said, leaning more comfortable in the chair. “I'm sorry” you said again, wanting to smash your head against the table. “Look... I want to make this clear. I'm flattered, but... I just broke up with Nancy.” “I see you're trying to reject me, but that's not what I want to talk about, and I certainly don't want to hear it for the second time this week” you sighned, running your hand through your hair. “I did... something stupid. And I don't mean to send you a letter. Stephen Harrington, I don't want to go out with you. But... I told somebody that I want to. That we're dating”.

Sometimes in difficult situations, his brain couldn't keep up with what was going on, and so it was this time. Her words didn't seem to reach him, he needed a moment to understand them. “If you'd like to continue your thought, I'd be very grateful” he said, so freaking confused. “I don't like you” you got him distracted even more. “Oh, God, that was rude, I'm...”

“Please, don't say you're sorry” he asked, wanted you to tell him what you mean as soon as possible. “I like you, but not in that way. But I had to say something, anything to make the boy I really like think I don't like him. I panicked and somehow you were the first person I thought of. I know I shouldn't have. I know I did wrong and I know I'm gonna burn in hell for it, but I did”.

“Who's so perfect that you had to lie instead of tell him the truth?” he asked, drinking the rest of his milk, making annoying noises. “And why did you think of me first?” “I don't know” you groaned, being super embarrassed. “I was thinking about our conversation on the field, how terrified I was that you really had that letter... And I won't tell you who I'm talking about now.”

“Well, I guess you'll have to, because I don't think you just came to admit what you did. You need my help. Otherwise, you wouldn't want to talk to me” he noticed and he was absolutely right. You sighed in and looked for Jonathan, who embraced Nancy's arm and offered her cookies. Steve turned around the same way. “Nooooo. There's no way in hell that all of this is about Jonathan Byers” “Why not?” you moved your shoulder. “Jonathan is a wonderful guy”.

“Yeah, but he's dating my ex” Steve sighned. “And you're in love with him. And I'm...” “I know how complicated it is. I know. He got a letter too” “Woah, woah, woah, hold on, hold on, stop” Steve squinted his eyes. “I'm not the only one who got the letter?” “I was sure I mentioned that it wasn't just one” you bite your lower lip once more. “No, you didn't” he rolled his eyes dramatically. “You think you're special, and the second letter comes out.”

“And the third one” you added, drumming your fingers against the table. “And the fourth one. And even a fifth”. “Five love letters?” Steve couldn't believe it. When was the last time he saw you with a boy who wasn't Jonathan or your brother? “Damn it, Henderson, you're a player”. “And who says that” you muttered. Steve stopped talking. He realized he shouldn't have said anything about it. “Steve... if I confess, I'll lose him and her. And I can't allow that. That's why I'm asking you for help. I'm asking you to... a month, two months to pretend that... that you're my boyfriend.”

“Pretending?” Steve got lively, couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to help, even very much. He wanted to compensate you for those years when you had no contact. But so many things could have gone wrong. So many things could have screwed up. It was never your style. “We don't have to exaggerate” you said quickly. “We can... just be sensitive at school, hold hands, walk to class. Besides, we don't have to convince everyone that our relationship is real. All we need is Jonathan and Nancy to believe us. That's all I ask”.

Steve didn't know what to say. What's the worst that could happen? He liked you. You used to be his friend. He'd have a chance to help you. He knew what it's like when rejection hurts so much that it's all over your mind. He'd make it easier for you. You could have suffered less than he suffered. “I'm sorry to have bothered you at all. That's ridiculous” you sighned, getting up.

“Wait a minute” Steve leaned over in the chair, grabbing your wrist. You turned around, looking at him with such hope in your eyes that he knew he would agree before he even said so. He was watching people in the canteen. Not everyone noticed them, but he saw some jealous looks from other girls, whispers from his teammates. And most importantly, he saw Jonathan and Nancy. He was smiling, she didn't know what was going on and you could see how much she wanted to ask her boyfriend about it. People will finally stop talking about how she broke his heart. And he'll finally have a chance to heal from her.

“If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do this right. and absolutely everyone will believe us” he said with a smile, getting you out of the canteen by the hand.

The sports hall was empty at lunchtime. You sat down crossing your legs on the blue mattress, taking out page from your notebook and pen, while Steve threw the ball into the basket, humming "I'm So Excited" by The Pointer Sisters under his breath.

“We need to set some rules” you said. Your voice echoed from an empty room. Steve threw the ball back in the basket. That's why we're gonna make a contract. “First of all... Steve, I don't want you to kiss me”. “No shit” Steve stopped bouncing the ball off the floor. “Who will believe this relationship if I can't kiss you?”

“I'm sure it would be just as uncomfortable for you as it would be for me. Don't get me wrong... I'm sure you're doing it right, but I don't see the point.” “Henderson, are you even going to high school?” Steve groaned and sat next to you on a mattress, pressing his knees to his chest. “Those people are hungry wolves. From now on, they'll analyze our every move, they'll talk about it here and then in their homes. And we don't want anyone to have any doubts, right? We're supposed to be credible”.

“Like I said, I just want Jonathan and Nancy to believe us”. “Yeah, but if I'm not mistaken, you need me for that, and I should have something to say” Steve pointed out a contract with only your names written on it so far. “And I want at least half the school to believe us. Unfortunately, you have to make a compromise”. “I hate compromises. No one is fully happy” Steve woven his hands behind his head and lay down on the mattress next to you. “But okay. I'll think about it”.

“But fast. Write” Steve got up. He seemed so excited, he couldn't sit still. “As your boyfriend, I have the right to walk you for any lesson and wait for you at your locker. And I'm taking you to school. With my car. And you sit with me during lunch”. “I'm always sitting with my friends. Mostly with Robin” you said. “I'm sure she'll be thrilled” Steve moved her arm. “What else... you can wear my sunglasses”.

“I won't need them inside of the building” you frowned your eyebrows. “That's not what wearing them is about. It's about looking good” Steve said, as if it was obvious. “And... I can keep my hand in the back pocket of your jeans. That's it.” “It's... those are your terms?” you made sure, while you read what you wrote quietly. “Is the pocket necessary?”

“If we don't have to kiss, or do it quite rarely, then yes, it is necessary”. “Let it be” you nodded your head. “My turn. No one can know we're pretending. Except for Robin”. “Why is Robin different than everyone else?” Steve squinted, raising his head to look at you. “I lied to two of my best friends, so she needs to know the truth. Even if I tried to lie, she would know it wasn't true. She knows me too well. And horror movie nights”.

“Horror movie night” Steve repeated slowly. “Will we go through Hawkins and murder innocent people?”

“You amaze me, Steve. Sometimes I really have to sit in silence for a while to be able to answer you” you've twisted your head. “We watch scary movies every week. Either with Dustin or Jonathan and Nancy, unless they're playing something new in the cinema. You have to start doing it with us.” “Everything for my girlfriend” he said, shaking his shoulder. Something warm was spreading through your cheeks. It couldn't have been the blush. Steve is not the boy who makes you blush. He embarrasses you, that's all. You're not the only girl who works like that.

“Oh, one more” Steve smiled. “You have to come to my matches. And parties.” “I saw it coming” you nodded your head. “I have no problem with that. There's something else... when you said you were gonna drive me to school, you'd have to take Dustin too”. “I thought you wouldn't want him to know.” Steve said not understanding. “I don't know if I'm gonna tell him yet. But until I do, he'll never forgive me for driving a BMW, and he's still getting to school by bike. I'll have hell at home.”

“Yeah, no problem. Sure. That bastard's pretty cute” Steve agreed. You signed the contract with your name, then you gave him a pen. The boy ran his eyes over the page again, his long eyelashes were sweeping through his brown irises like a fan. He breathed deeply and signed himself, smiling at one corner of his mouth. “And this way, we have a deal.”

“We have a deal” you nodded, hearing the bell ringing which was the sing that your lunch break was over. “I have to find Robin. And tell her about it as soon as possible.” “From the tone of your voice, I guess she won't be delighted” Steve got up from the mattress. You moved your shoulder, looking for a walkman in a bag. You put the headphones on your ears, seeing Steve look at you with curiosity. So many years. Why didn't he ever talk to you before? Why did you only start talking now that you had to save your friendship with Jonathan and Nancy? Maybe if he hadn't broken contact with you, it wouldn't have seemed so awkward, so weird. He didn't even know how to talk to you. Does this Y/N still like the same things she liked when she combed her hair into two ponytails and ate breadcrumb-free sandwiches?

“Robin will understand. She usually does crazy things and has crazy ideas. She'll understand that there was no other way out” you said. Steve licked his lips and nodded his head. He put his arm around you and took the headphones off your ears to take your hair out and be able to kiss your cheek. A sudden touch of his lips made your heart go down your throat, your body reacted faster than your mind. It's just Steve. It's just a harmless Steve. It'll be over in a month.

“Let's show them how much we love each other” the boy smiled, leading you out of the gym, straight into the jungle of bodies, gossiping girls and stupid boys. Before you got to your locker, his hand was already in the back pocket of your jeans.

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travellvogue · 4 years

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Fluff Alpahbet- Jesse Lingard

A= ATTRACTIVE, god he was head over heels with you as soon as he laid eyes on you, however, he really had to put in the work to get you to even look his way, kind of loving the chase and the fact you didn’t throw yourself at him

B= BABYGIRL, he was a sucker for cringe nicknames, always referring to you as ‘baby girl’ or simply ‘baby’ or even ‘bub’ if he’s feeling extra soft, but he knows exactly when to use baby, always saving it for the perfect moments,aware that it’s your favourite pet name

C= CUDDLE, he’s the little spoon, every single time, always getting whiny and needy for your cuddles whenever he’s had a rough day in training or he finds himself sucked into the hell hole of social media, knowing you can always make it better

D= DATES, he’d recently been getting into his cooking so for the most recent date he’d made you your favourite meal, okay maybe the smoke alarm went off twice but other then that it was nice to be treated like a princess

E= EVERYTHING, he’d never known true love until he laid eyes on you, he always tells you “it was love at first sight” and despite you ensuring him that doesn’t exist he’s promising that’s exactly how he felt when he looked at you

F= FAMILY, you and his sister were inseparable, the two of you always going out on little girly dates, you’d treat her to ice cream or take her to Boots to help her pick out some makeup since she’d started showing interest in it whilst searching round your dressing room in Jesse’s house

G= GENTLE, he’s your little teddy bear, he puts on this persona to his mates that he’s all independent, but you know he’ll be running straight into your arms for a cuddle at any given opportunity

H= HUMOUR, the both of you never shut up, constantly cracking jokes and bouncing off each other’s humour, he’s the funniest person you know and he’ll constantly have you in fits of giggles every single day. the sound of your laughter being his favourite thing to listen to

I= I MISS YOU, being away from each other was difficult, he’d constantly send you cute little gifts and bouquets of flowers to let you know he’s thinking of you, and of course facetime helped make the distance feel shorter

J= JEALOUSY, neither of you really get jealous, of course there’s the worry that you’re not good enough for him, but you are all that he could ever ask for, you’re not like the other girls, you’d never thrown yourself at him or begged for his attention and that’s what attracted him to you

K= KISS, he’ll get his good luck kiss before every match, always insisting that “your lips make everything better” which only makes you blush and remember all the times he’s told you that in a less-than-innocent manner

L= LOVE, the love you had for each other was truly endless, no one had ever seen jesse so infatuated with someone before, but you had seemed to change him for the better, he’d finally settled down and found the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with

M= MEMORIES, his favourite memory would have to be when he asked you to move in with him, your reaction more than he could ever have asked for… now all he does is joke about whether the endless perfume bottles and clothes lying around is worth it ;)

N= NICKEL(buying things), he knows he shouldn’t (and you continuously tell him not to) but he can’t help but treat you, the most expensive gift being your dream car, that you still haven’t recovered from the shock, but he likes to know that you feel appreciated and loved

O= OBSESSIONS, he’s obsessed with your kindness, he’s never met someone so loving and accepting of everyone they meet, he knows there will never be any judgment from you, he could be having the worst day of his life and he’ll know no matter what, you’ll always be standing right beside him holding his hand

P= PET NAMES, he keeps it simple with ‘baby’ nothing too cheesy or over the top but enough to claim you as his own and watch your cheeks turn pink when he calls you his baby in front of other people

Q= QUEEN, obviously his mum remains his queen, you insist it stays that way forever, never wanting to come between their bond, but she’ll always tell you that you’re her princess, which of course jesse argues that “um no mum, she’s my princess… back off”

R= RELATIONSHIP, it was both evident the moment you met each other that you’d be seeing a lot more of one another, a ‘lot more’ now turning into a three year relationship that seems to be in it for the long run

S= SAD, you’d been through the emotional trauma that the endless hate and criticism had caused, your heart breaking as he cried into your chest late at night, wishing you could make him believe that he was enough, but no matter what, you’ll be there for him through every step of his journey, no matter how difficult

T= TOUCHY, that boy can’t get enough of your body, his hands will be all over you at any given opportunity, whether it was in public or in the comfort of your own home, he doesn’t care who’s watching either way

U= UNCONDITIONAL, you’d truly taught him what unconditional love was, with each year that passed he started to doubt that ‘the one’ even existed, but you walked into his world and welcomed every part of him with open arms

V= VOICE, that boy thinks he’s Michael Jackson, you’ve lost track from the amount of times you have to shout at him to shut up because you’re trying to get on with some work whilst he does a Thriller rendition behind you, adding ‘oowww’ and ‘ah ah’ sound effects

W= WEDDING, neither of you were actually that bothered about getting married, you both said that ‘we don’t need a ring to prove our love’ but his mum was having none of it, begging jesse pretty much every day to happy up and marry you

X= XYLOPHONE (your song), ‘How Would You Feel- Ed Sheeran’ he remembers protesting when you put it on whilst the two of you were cuddled up in the garden whilst watching the sun set, but he couldn’t help but stare at you as he listened to the lyrics, now every time the song comes on he thinks about that moment where he realized he was deeper in love with you then he could have ever imagined

Y= YOU, “you make me a man united” he’ll giggle, wondering if it even makes sense but it’s enough to make you blush and laugh him off, his stupid pick up lines never stopping ever since the day he’d met you

Z= Zzz, you love that boy but jesus was a noisy sleeper, the amount of times you’ll ‘accidentally’ kick him during his sleep in an attempt to shut him up, or have to move to the spare bedroom because he starfishes and leaves you two inches of sleeping space

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stevenismyboy · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 3.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I do writing it!

Calm down. Just calm down.

“I think we should talk” he whispered. “Can we go upstairs?” “Of course” you murmured, leading him down the way that he knew so well. Dustin looked curious from his room, but you locked the door as soon as possible. “I… I don’t even know what to say” Jonathan whispered so quietly that you could barely hear him. “You don’t have to say anything” you laughed awkwardly. “It… I don’t know what it is. I probably wrote it a hundred years ago. Maybe in high school. I was cleaning up the attic, maybe Dustin and Will found it and wanted to have fun by pissing me off”.

“You believe that Will… or your brother would have been able to do it?” Jonathan asked slowly, his fingers clamped on a thin envelope. You ran away with your eyes, your tongue burned you from your lies. “They’re just kids. I once hid his Jedi figures when he broke my walkaman”.

“But we’re not in kindergarten anymore, Y/N” your friend insisted, coming closer. He raised the letter to the height of your eyes so that you could see exactly all the words you wrote just yesterday. “I can’t believe it’s just a stupid joke. You wouldn’t write it that way. You wouldn’t put so much heart into it. So please don’t be afraid to tell me it’s true. I’m sure Nancy…” “You told Nancy?” you asked. You were so scared, cold shiver ran down your back.

“No. Not yet. And I’m probably not gonna do it” he was squeezing his nose in two fingers. “She’s your friend. She’ll understand. I’m sure she won’t be mad. Y/N… I’m sorry, but I don’t… I love you. But… I love Nancy too, in another, deeper way…” “I told you it was a joke” you broke it off, feeling your voice shaking. You heard the floor creaking in the hallway, and you clenched your hands on your shirt, hoping it wasn’t Dustin. “I found an old letter and I don’t know how it got to you, but it doesn’t matter because… because…”

“Because?” Jonathan insisted, coming closer. The answer would be a lie, another lie. It’s different to tell a teacher that you didn’t do your homework because your brother vomited all day and you had to take care of him, and it’s different to look into a friend’s eyes and tell him that all the love, all the admiration for him described in the letter is not real. It would be easier with Steve. You’d tell the truth there. You didn’t like him, not anymore. With Steve…

“You don’t have to worry about that because I’m in love with somebody else “you said quickly, suprising him and yourself as well. Jonathan was shocked, the letter finally disappeared from your eyes. “What… in who? You have… you have a boyfriend and you didn’t tell us anything?” “I didn’t tell you because… I was afraid of your opinion. Especially Nancy. It’s new, fresh, I didn’t want to jam, I was afraid it wouldn’t work, so…” “But who is it?” Jonathan interrupted your rambling and sat on the bed. “Do I know him?”

“It’s Steve” you said, blinking fast. Jonathan looked like you hit him with a chair. He opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. If you were a cartoon character, there’d probably be a lot of smoke coming out of his head from thinking hard. “You’re serious?” he finally got out of his mind. “But… when did this happen? He asked you out?”

“I did” you said smiling. Funny. Once you start lying, the rest of lies start coming so easy, you don’t even have to try. “A few days ago. I figured Nancy wouldn’t mind. I just told Robin. Dustin… Dustin doesn’t know anything about this”. “Oh my freaking god” Jonathan sighed in disbelief, and then he finally smiled for the first time since he went into his room. “So this is really just a stupid joke?” “Yeah” you laughed but really you wanted to cry out of stress. “But don’t tell Will about it. I don’t want him to have problems because of something like this… irrelevant. I forgive them.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?” Jonathan smirked. “I know you feel like killing them.” “Not them. Just myself” Jonathan smirked, but it wasn’t a joke. “It’s even flattering, you know” he shrugged his shoulder. “That you liked me in middle school. You wrote pretty mature for a little kid.” “I’ve been able to get out of English class with honors” you said dreaming of getting him out.

“I’d love to tease you more because of this, but I promised my mom I’d only go for a while. If you don’t mind…” he stopped talking when you opened the door. “No, I don’t mind” you smiled a little bit. “I’m sorry I ran away then”. “You were afraid I’d catch you with a new boyfriend, I know. Nancy will be damn surprised.”

“Don’t tell her” you told fast, too fast not to arouse a suspicion. You swallowed seeing his surprised look, his eyebrows wrinkled in misunderstanding. “I want to do it myself. I should’ve done it before, but since the boys have found out that way…” “I’ll be silent as the corpse” Jonathan smashed your hair and pretended to lock his mouth with his hand. And he left. The whole scene, the show the show you played for him lasted only a few minutes , and you felt like it was dragging on for hours. The pressure in your chest eased, you breathed deeply, hearing Dustin already moving into your room to ask what was going on.

You and Steve Harrington. That’s ridiculous.

“Take as much as you want. I won’t eat that” he was disgusted, looking at his basketball teammates he’s been sitting with since lunch with Carol and Tommy became an anguish. “You’ve got to keep in shape, man. You can’t just drink chocolate milk.” “Well, that’s what I’m gonna do. It’s the only thing I don’t throw up from” he shrugged, taking a straw between his teeth.

“Choke on this trash” Steve threw a napkin at him and stood up. “Yeah, Y/N?” “Can we talk? Somewhere where you’ll finish your dinner and where will be quiet?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I… yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s find an empty table” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Loser” he heard passing by Carol, who was scanning Dustin’s sister, walking ahead. He showed her the middle finger, hoping that the girl ahead of him hadn’t noticed anything.

“Listen” Y/N sat opposite him at the table under the window. Someone spilled a Coke on it trying to wipe it off with a ton of napkins. “I’m sorry I ran away last time you wanted to talk to me. It was inappropriate, childish and impulsive. So… I’m sorry”.

“You’ve already said you’re sorry” he said, leaning more comfortable in the chair. “I’m sorry” you said again, wanting to smash your head against the table. “Look… I want to make this clear. I’m flattered, but… I just broke up with Nancy.” “I see you’re trying to reject me, but that’s not what I want to talk about, and I certainly don’t want to hear it for the second time this week” you sighned, running your hand through your hair. “I did… something stupid. And I don’t mean to send you a letter. Stephen Harrington, I don’t want to go out with you. But… I told somebody that I want to. That we’re dating”.

Sometimes in difficult situations, his brain couldn’t keep up with what was going on, and so it was this time. Her words didn’t seem to reach him, he needed a moment to understand them. “If you’d like to continue your thought, I’d be very grateful” he said, so freaking confused. “I don’t like you” you got him distracted even more. “Oh, God, that was rude, I’m…”

“Please, don’t say you’re sorry” he asked, wanted you to tell him what you mean as soon as possible. “I like you, but not in that way. But I had to say something, anything to make the boy I really like think I don’t like him. I panicked and somehow you were the first person I thought of. I know I shouldn’t have. I know I did wrong and I know I’m gonna burn in hell for it, but I did”.

“Who’s so perfect that you had to lie instead of tell him the truth?” he asked, drinking the rest of his milk, making annoying noises. “And why did you think of me first?” “I don’t know” you groaned, being super embarrassed. “I was thinking about our conversation on the field, how terrified I was that you really had that letter… And I won’t tell you who I’m talking about now.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to, because I don’t think you just came to admit what you did. You need my help. Otherwise, you wouldn’t want to talk to me” he noticed and he was absolutely right. You sighed in and looked for Jonathan, who embraced Nancy’s arm and offered her cookies. Steve turned around the same way. “Nooooo. There’s no way in hell that all of this is about Jonathan Byers” “Why not?” you moved your shoulder. “Jonathan is a wonderful guy”.

“Yeah, but he’s dating my ex” Steve sighned. “And you’re in love with him. And I’m…” “I know how complicated it is. I know. He got a letter too” “Woah, woah, woah, hold on, hold on, stop” Steve squinted his eyes. “I’m not the only one who got the letter?” “I was sure I mentioned that it wasn’t just one” you bite your lower lip once more. “No, you didn't” he rolled his eyes dramatically. “You think you’re special, and the second letter comes out.”

“And the third one” you added, drumming your fingers against the table. “And the fourth one. And even a fifth”. “Five love letters?” Steve couldn’t believe it. When was the last time he saw you with a boy who wasn’t Jonathan or your brother? “Damn it, Henderson, you’re a player”. “And who says that” you muttered. Steve stopped talking. He realized he shouldn’t have said anything about it. “Steve… if I confess, I’ll lose him and her. And I can’t allow that. That’s why I’m asking you for help. I’m asking you to… a month, two months to pretend that… that you’re my boyfriend.”

“Pretending?” Steve got lively, couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted to help, even very much. He wanted to compensate you for those years when you had no contact. But so many things could have gone wrong. So many things could have screwed up. It was never your style. “We don’t have to exaggerate” you said quickly. “We can… just be sensitive at school, hold hands, walk to class. Besides, we don’t have to convince everyone that our relationship is real. All we need is Jonathan and Nancy to believe us. That’s all I ask”.

Steve didn’t know what to say. What’s the worst that could happen? He liked you. You used to be his friend. He’d have a chance to help you. He knew what it’s like when rejection hurts so much that it’s all over your mind. He’d make it easier for you. You could have suffered less than he suffered. “I’m sorry to have bothered you at all. That’s ridiculous” you sighned, getting up.

“Wait a minute” Steve leaned over in the chair, grabbing your wrist. You turned around, looking at him with such hope in your eyes that he knew he would agree before he even said so. He was watching people in the canteen. Not everyone noticed them, but he saw some jealous looks from other girls, whispers from his teammates. And most importantly, he saw Jonathan and Nancy. He was smiling, she didn’t know what was going on and you could see how much she wanted to ask her boyfriend about it. People will finally stop talking about how she broke his heart. And he’ll finally have a chance to heal from her.

“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right. and absolutely everyone will believe us” he said with a smile, getting you out of the canteen by the hand.

The sports hall was empty at lunchtime. You sat down crossing your legs on the blue mattress, taking out page from your notebook and pen, while Steve threw the ball into the basket, humming “I’m So Excited” by The Pointer Sisters under his breath.

“We need to set some rules” you said. Your voice echoed from an empty room. Steve threw the ball back in the basket. That’s why we’re gonna make a contract. “First of all… Steve, I don’t want you to kiss me”. “No shit” Steve stopped bouncing the ball off the floor. “Who will believe this relationship if I can’t kiss you?”

“I’m sure it would be just as uncomfortable for you as it would be for me. Don’t get me wrong… I’m sure you’re doing it right, but I don’t see the point.” “Henderson, are you even going to high school?” Steve groaned and sat next to you on a mattress, pressing his knees to his chest. “Those people are hungry wolves. From now on, they’ll analyze our every move, they’ll talk about it here and then in their homes. And we don’t want anyone to have any doubts, right? We’re supposed to be credible”.

“Like I said, I just want Jonathan and Nancy to believe us”. “Yeah, but if I’m not mistaken, you need me for that, and I should have something to say” Steve pointed out a contract with only your names written on it so far. “And I want at least half the school to believe us. Unfortunately, you have to make a compromise”. “I hate compromises. No one is fully happy” Steve woven his hands behind his head and lay down on the mattress next to you. “But okay. I’ll think about it”.

“But fast. Write” Steve got up. He seemed so excited, he couldn’t sit still. “As your boyfriend, I have the right to walk you for any lesson and wait for you at your locker. And I’m taking you to school. With my car. And you sit with me during lunch”. “I’m always sitting with my friends. Mostly with Robin” you said. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled” Steve moved her arm. “What else… you can wear my sunglasses”.

“I won’t need them inside of the building” you frowned your eyebrows. “That’s not what wearing them is about. It’s about looking good” Steve said, as if it was obvious. “And… I can keep my hand in the back pocket of your jeans. That’s it.” “It’s… those are your terms?” you made sure, while you read what you wrote quietly. “Is the pocket necessary?”

“If we don’t have to kiss, or do it quite rarely, then yes, it is necessary”. “Let it be” you nodded your head. “My turn. No one can know we’re pretending. Except for Robin”. “Why is Robin different than everyone else?” Steve squinted, raising his head to look at you. “I lied to two of my best friends, so she needs to know the truth. Even if I tried to lie, she would know it wasn’t true. She knows me too well. And horror movie nights”.

“Horror movie night” Steve repeated slowly. “Will we go through Hawkins and murder innocent people?”

“You amaze me, Steve. Sometimes I really have to sit in silence for a while to be able to answer you” you’ve twisted your head. “We watch scary movies every week. Either with Dustin or Jonathan and Nancy, unless they’re playing something new in the cinema. You have to start doing it with us.” “Everything for my girlfriend” he said, shaking his shoulder. Something warm was spreading through your cheeks. It couldn’t have been the blush. Steve is not the boy who makes you blush. He embarrasses you, that’s all. You’re not the only girl who works like that.

“Oh, one more” Steve smiled. “You have to come to my matches. And parties.” “I saw it coming” you nodded your head. “I have no problem with that. There’s something else… when you said you were gonna drive me to school, you’d have to take Dustin too”. “I thought you wouldn’t want him to know.” Steve said not understanding. “I don’t know if I’m gonna tell him yet. But until I do, he’ll never forgive me for driving a BMW, and he’s still getting to school by bike. I’ll have hell at home.”

“Yeah, no problem. Sure. That bastard’s pretty cute” Steve agreed. You signed the contract with your name, then you gave him a pen. The boy ran his eyes over the page again, his long eyelashes were sweeping through his brown irises like a fan. He breathed deeply and signed himself, smiling at one corner of his mouth. “And this way, we have a deal.”

“We have a deal” you nodded, hearing the bell ringing which was the sing that your lunch break was over. “I have to find Robin. And tell her about it as soon as possible.” “From the tone of your voice, I guess she won’t be delighted” Steve got up from the mattress. You moved your shoulder, looking for a walkman in a bag. You put the headphones on your ears, seeing Steve look at you with curiosity. So many years. Why didn’t he ever talk to you before? Why did you only start talking now that you had to save your friendship with Jonathan and Nancy? Maybe if he hadn’t broken contact with you, it wouldn’t have seemed so awkward, so weird. He didn’t even know how to talk to you. Does this Y/N still like the same things she liked when she combed her hair into two ponytails and ate breadcrumb-free sandwiches?

“Robin will understand. She usually does crazy things and has crazy ideas. She’ll understand that there was no other way out” you said. Steve licked his lips and nodded his head. He put his arm around you and took the headphones off your ears to take your hair out and be able to kiss your cheek. A sudden touch of his lips made your heart go down your throat, your body reacted faster than your mind. It’s just Steve. It’s just a harmless Steve. It’ll be over in a month.

“Let’s show them how much we love each other” the boy smiled, leading you out of the gym, straight into the jungle of bodies, gossiping girls and stupid boys. Before you got to your locker, his hand was already in the back pocket of your jeans.

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apotatomashedbybts · 5 years

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I'll Be Your Knight

[Genre: fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Jimin×reader , Taegi

Soulmate!Taehyung, BestFriend!Yoongi

Word count: 2.8k+]

[Summary: When Y/n met Jimin she knew that it was a love at first sight. But she didn't expect the consequences that came with loving him. After their unwilling separation will Y/n be able to do what it takes to get him back?

A story of love, loss, fight, dreams, and friendship...]

Chapter V : Everything's a Mess

Tae smiled knowingly and said, "Yeah! You are right!"

I saw Jimin approaching us when we reached the turning at the end of the road. He smiled seeing us and increased his pace.

Was it because of his genes or was it just me that his walk looked like that of a prince? Or as if he was in a ramp walk? Had the sunshine been always so beautiful? Was God in a really good mood while making him? Specially while putting on his smile? Endless questions were running through my mind at a helpless speed!

"Hey!" He waved his hands in front of my eyes. "Huh? Oh hi!" I replied not knowing what to do and looked at the other direction so that he couldn't see my face. "Did he notice me drooling over him?" I thought.

"Don't mind her! She fazes out all the time! Ha ha!" Tae tried to cover up for me and pulled me into a tight hug almost choking me.

"We have to take the bus today. My car is at the garage and Y/n/n's dad took their car to his office. You don't have a problem, do you?" Tae asked Jimin when we were on our way back.

I looked at Tae confusedly. His car was just fine! Then this thought crossed my mind! Was he trying to be the matchmaker? I facepalmed mentally, "Such an actor he is!"

"Oh! Sure! I don't have any problem." He smiled and my thoughts screamed, "You're not going to live for long if he smiles like that!"

We reached the bus stop after walking for approx ten minutes and don't even ask me how Tae knew about this three seater bus and decided to hop on it leaving all the other ones.

"I want to seat by the window and also beside my y/n/n!" he said looking at us in a childish manner. Where was all this love for me coming from? "Like wtf!" I was just starting to scold him but he stopped me midway saying, "I know y/n/n too wants to sit by me! Jimin you won't mind, right?" "Of course not!" He said being the humble king.

And that's how I ended up sitting between the dumbest human being and *sigh* Jimin. Also let me tell you, it was awkward! Like the most awkward situation that I had ever been in. I just occasionally glanced at him and whenever our eyes met we just smiled at each other, not knowing what else to do. I so much wanted to punch Tae! He just plugged in his earphone and looked outside, ignoring everything.

"Why am I being so awkward? Is it because we are so close?" I wondered. I wanted to know what he was thinking about! Was there any trace of me in his thoughts? "I should be brave! I will break this wall! Yes!!" I made a resolution.

While thinking all of these we reached our uni. "You are never gonna have kids with him if you continue like this!" Tae whispered in my ear after we got off.

"What!? Why tf are you thinking about kids already?" I asked him surprisedly.

"Because I want to be uncle as soon as possible! Now go. He is going all alone!" saying this he pushed me.

"Hey!" I said.

"Hey! Taehyung seems to be upset. Did something happen?" Jimin asked.

"Ah! He is upset about Yoongs!" Lie.

"Why? What happened?"

"Yoongs hasn't picked up his call or replied to his messages since morning, that's why." Lie again. "Ah! They seem to be really close!" "Mhm! You can say so!"

(Cricket sounds)

After another five minutes of awkward silence, "Here take this!" Jimin said breaking the silence. He was handing out the same chocolate bar as yesterday.

"Today too? I am not hungry." I said puzzled. "It's called precaution. In case you feel hungry later! Keep it!" "Are you gonna give me one everyday?" I blurted out before I could filter my thoughts. "Only if you want me to!" He smiled mildly and looked at me. "Let's eat something at the cafeteria before the classes start!" Tae said suddenly coming in between us from behind, "Hobi just messaged me! He is joining us too!"

"Taehyung, has Yoongi hyung replied to you yet?" Jimin asked as we sat down at the table by the window after Hobi arrived. "What about him?" Tae asked confusedly.

I kicked his legs under the table and said, "Tae don't be so angry at him! He will call you eventually!" I signalled him to act along with me.

"Ow" he screamed halfway and said, "Ah! That? Yes he messaged me awhile ago! It's all cool now!" and smiled. "When are you going to tell him?" Hobi asked Tae, putting down his sunglasses. "You know?" I almost choked on the soda that I was drinking. Thank god I didn't tease them about the crush thing. That would have made me look like a total fool in front of them. "Of course! I noticed it everytime he was near Yoongi hyung. So one day I pressed him real hard and he spilled it all out! Ha ha!" Hobi explained laughing.

Tae made a bitter face and looked out the window, sighing. Noticing Jimin's confused expression I told him about Tae's feelings for Yoongs. While I did that Hobi went to bring our extra cheese pizza.

"Can't we tell Yoongi hyung about Taehyung's feelings?" Jimin asked, clearly feeling bad for Tae.

"No, we shouldn't! Don't you think it'd be better if Tae musters up his courage and tell him himself? Yoongs would like to hear it from Tae himself rather than us! At least I think that it's always better and right if you could express your feelings for a certain someone to that person yourself! If it was me then I would have too liked it that way!" I said and took a big bite from the pizza and noticed that they all were looking at me with big eyes.

"What? Did I say something wrong? Yoongs had always liked it that way! I know him long and well enough to know these things! You can ask Tae! He knows that too!" I looked at Tae and shoved him lightly, "Why are you looking at me like that? Tell them!" "Woah woah! Calm down! Why are you getting so riled up y/n?" asked Hobi. "She is not! She just knows too much about everything, about us, about me.. She is crazy!" Tae said mildly, looking at me before I could say anything. I don't know how, perhaps because everyone wanted to lighten the atmosphere, everything came back to normal after that.

"So you are telling me that you are soulmates but not lovers?" Jimin asked me, both amused and surprised.

We were headed to our C.A. and Technology lecture. Tae and Hobi had already went to their Chemistry lecture and dance class respectively. I nodded an enthusiastic 'yes' as a reply.

Things between us had gotten a little easier. At least we were not awkward anymore.

"Taehyung cares about you so much! If anyone doesn't know you two then they are definitely going to think that you are deeply in love with each other!" He said. "I know. Many people say it so we are kinda used to it. But what do you mean by "Taehyung cares about you so much"? I care for him a lot too." I puffed my face.

He laughed out loud, "You know, you are so cute!" I looked at him what seemed to me like an eternity and tried to process his 'compliment'. My heart was racing fast. I had to take control of the situation before I did anything stupid!

"Ah! Really? Thank you! But seriously, Tae does care for me an extra mile because he thinks that I am emotionally vulnerable! And somehow Yoongs believes that too and cares about me a lot too. He cares about us both." I laughed. "But really, don't worry I am pretty strong!" I stopped talking for a few seconds and continued, "I would be really happy if they get together, you know!" I smiled and looked at Jimin and saw that he was already smiling at me. Did my heart skip a beat again? May be... I turned my face the other way and drank water, perhaps I tried to drink my feelings away too.

We sat next to each other at the class. The lecture went pretty well except for Mr. Moon glancing at us occasionally.

"I'll wait in the common room for y'all, alright?" I told Jimin after we came out of class. After that I had my literature lecture while both Jimin and Tae were free. Our schedules were so messed up that day that while I'll be in my lecture, their lecture would start and my lecture would end early. That's why I told Jimin that I'll wait for them in the common room which was a partial library too.

At literature class throughout the whole lecture I kept getting stares from some of the girls among whom I remember one from yesterday at the cafeteria. I could understand why they were looking at me that way so I ignored it as I thought it was quite normal.

After the lecture I headed off towards the common room. It was quite like a cafe, only there weren't any foods. I sat at a two seater table because all others were occupied. I took out a story book from my bag and started reading it, at least I tried to. But everytime I wanted to that smiling face, that fu**ing angelic face appeared in front of my eyes. I didn't even realise when I started to imagine all the dramatic situations.

What if I was really sick and he came to see me and thought that I was unconscious and confessed his feelings? What if we never met this way, instead we have met at a lonely bus stop on a rainy night?

"Hey! You are y/n right?" said a ringing voiced girl while seating down at the empty chair opposite of me.

While I was swimming in the sea of my thoughts I didn't even notice how much time had passed. The ringing voice made me come to the shore.

"Oh! Yes! Hi!" I said smiling and looked at my watch and was surprised, "Did I just spent half an hour staring at the same page of the book?"

"How do you know me?" I asked closing my book and smiled.

"Oh! Come on! How would I not know you?" she tried to hide her scoff. "I don't understand!" I said, trying to be clueless. "Listen babygirl! Let me warn you" she continued, slightly leaning on the chair comfortably keeping her jacket on the table as if she owned the place, "Stop being all over our Tae! You better quit hanging around him and Hobi! Stop being a bitchy 'steal-your-boyfriend'!" She said, well literally growled. "Boyfriend!?" I scoffed while putting the book in my bag and then I looked at her directly, "What if I don't?" "Then fucking pay for it!" She said with a pressed smile.

"I wonder what y/n is doing?" I muttered to myself while doing the practical at biology class.

Why am I thinking about her constantly? I can't concentrate. This is the first time that a girl has intrigued me so much! Ah! What am I gonna do? Why do I want to be by her side, see her all the time? Why does her smile heal me whether I am hurt or not? It feels like even if I went through the worst tragedy, her smile, her everything would be able to heal me! I shook my head and tried to break out from the web of my thoughts.

"Okay class! I have an urgent meeting. So I am dismissing class early! Have a good day! And don't forget to finish the report by Monday!" Our biology sir Mr. Namu announced and left the classroom.

This made me really happy! But why? I peeked at my beating heart. Is this because I get to meet her sooner? I quickly took my bag and went to where Taehyung's lecture was going on. I had to wait for fifteen minutes before his class ended. He came out and asked, "Hey! Did something happen? Your face is all flushed!"

"Oh really?" I rubbed my face and thought, "Should I tell Taehyung? I should better not! After all they are best friends and he is very protective of her! And I should also give my emotions some time!"

"Ah! It's nothing! Because of the cold I guess." I lied to him. "Let's go! She must be waiting for us in the common room." I said and we both headed towards the common room. After reaching, I was just going to enter when Tae pulled me hard and made me hide beside the door and pointed to something. I looked at the direction and saw y/n was having a conversation with a girl. I couldn't see y/n's face as her back was towards us but the girl's expression seemed pretty menacing.

"Are they arguing about something?" I asked Taehyung. "I don't know! But y/n is somewhat calm! So don't worry!" He tried to assure me.

While they were talking another girl approached them silently from other side of the room with a bucket full of which seemed like water. And what baffled me more is that the other students weren't even paying attention or cared about what is happening there! Are those girls going to pour the water on her in this weather? I got scared.

"Taehyung let's go! Shouldn't we help her!?" I said and tried to go inside but again Taehyung stopped me and said giggling, "Just wait here and watch!" A shiver ran down my spine thinking what is about to happen! Why do I have to be so small compared to Taehyung? My horror turned into an amazed surprise the next second seeing the occurrence in front of my eyes. When the girl crept behind y/n to pour the water, y/n suddenly took the jacket of the girl that was kept on the table and pushed her chair backwards with a thud which hit the girl behind her. The force made the girl loose balance and made her pour the water on her friend who was sitting on the opposite side of y/n. While this happened y/n guarded herself using the jacket. Turns out that it's ice water! How can they be so cruel. But at least y/n is safe. I heaved a sigh of relief. After that y/n stood up, said something to them, tossed the jacket and came out taking her bag while everyone there looked at her in awe. It was like a scene from an action movie. I guess I still have a lot to discover about her.

I stood up and said, "Sorry for the jacket 'babygirl' but thank you for wearing sunglasses inside the building!"

I tossed the jacket and walked out of there. I saw Jimin and Tae standing outside, and seeing their expression I could tell that they saw the whole incident.

"From when are you standing here?" I glared at them both.

"F-from when it started?" Tae said making a sheepish face and flashed his boxy smile.

"Ohh! Really!? Then why didn't you stop it from happening?" I smacked Tae.

"Jimin is here too! Why aren't you saying him anything?" Tae whined.

"Because I know that you stopped him!" I narrowed my eyes at Tae.

Jimin came between us and said, "Let's get going! It's probably better if we not stay here, don't you think?"

I looked at him and said thoughtfully, "Yeah! You are right! Let's go!" and started walking.

"Whipped~" Tae whispered in my ear.

I was going to retort something back when Jimin asked, "Btw how did you know that she was behind you?"

"Yeah! I want to know too!" Tae shouted!

"Ha ha! It's nothing special, you know! She may have thought that she would look cool or intimidating if she wore sunglasses, idk what was the reason behind it but that helped me. Actually I saw the reflection in those sunglasses and voila, I saved myself! And the jacket saved me from getting wet from the slight water splash!" I explained to them.

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A/n: A bit long fifth chapter but I know you guys will read it in no time! Thank uuuuuu so much for reading! I hope you like this chapter! Don't forget to let me know your opinion about this! That would inspire me to write more! Love you all 💜💜💜

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solaciummeae · 6 years

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So it’s been a while since I did one of these. I haven’t really hit any kind of milestone. I’ve been hovering around 115 followers for like two years. But that’s not really why I do these things. I do them because I’ve met some incredibly special people on indie and I want to recognize those people and tell them just how much they mean to me. So without further ado...

@deadbeatcentral

I feel like it’s obvious that you would come first. You were the person who brought me into this crazy world of tumblr indie five years ago now. I really don’t even know where to start. First and foremost, I love you. Without question, without hesitation. You’ve been one of the single most important people in my life to date and I’ve been blessed to call you one of my best friends for years now.

You’re so incredibly special to me. You’re also incredibly special to this world. You’re one of the best people I know. You never cease to amaze me with your compassion and true goodness. I just have never met anyone quite like you. You’ve got this incredible head on your shoulders. Your attitude toward life, your perspective on the world around you. You just have such a uniquely special way of looking at things.

You’ve been endlessly patient with me. And I’d know because you’ve helped me through the hardest times of my life. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you today. I really could go on and on about how truly special you are. And rare. So so very rare and precious.

I could talk about how you’re also endlessly talented and how I know that someday people are going to know your name. But you’ve heard me say all of this numerous times. I could honestly write an entire book about you and what our friendship means to me.

You make me a better person. But not only that, you make me healthier. And not by anything like pressure, but just by being who you are. You inspire me to no end and my life is forever changed because of you. Thank you for everything. Everything you’ve done and everything you are. You are truly one of a kind. I love you more than words can express.

@axhes

You were one of the first blogs I followed on here. I was drawn in by your amazing characters and the concept of your blog. You were an OC multimuse which is my favorite flavor. And just from interacting with you the first few times, I knew you were so special.

You’re like human sunshine and one of the most beautiful people that I know. You’ve got such a gorgeous heart and a brilliant soul. If someone had asked me five years ago if we’d still be friends today I would’ve laughed in their face. Because I’ve always looked on you in wonder. You’re way too good for me and we all know it. And still, you give me love and endless support. You’ve picked my sorry ass up off the ground so many damn times I’ve lost count. With your realness and your infinite wisdom.

You give this world and the people in yours so much of yourself. I’m so amazed by you and everything you do. You’ve got to be one of the strongest women I know, you’re just so much more powerful than I think you even know.

I love you so much. You’re just the most incredible person. I know your future is going to be so damn bright we’ll all need protective eyewear. Never ever forget your worth. You too, are one of a kind. The best kind.

@exxxquisites @deathtake @pescaprincipessa

My Ami. My goodness. Going through my list of OG partners in crime. Exxxquisites was followed immediately after I followed Ash. I saw your blog and instantly fell in love with everything you did. It was close to my heart because a long time ago I’d had Emma as a stripper in a far off distant world. And so the whole concept of your blog just spoke to me right away. Your characters are absolutely incredible, your writing is infectious.

You are so insanely talented, and so ridiculously modest about it. You are truly a treasure. For the longest time I looked to you as this untouchable god tier blog. I only dreamed about writing with you and being one of your friends. Likewise, if someone had asked me back then if I would be friends with you today? I would’ve been like naw Ami’s way too good for me. There’s no way in hell.

But here we are. And you’re one of my closest friends. You too have helped me through so much. Whenever I’m struggling or going through something. It’s like somehow you have this innate ability to know that and you never fail to reach out and dust me off and help me find my way to being okay again.

You’re such an incredible woman. And so so strong. I know you’ve been through your fair share of hell and you’re honestly just this warrior. I’m so incredibly blessed to consider you family. You light up my world in the darkest of times. You’re a wonderful friend and ally no matter what the case. I always know you’re in my corner and I can’t thank you enough. You’re just so special. Not only to me, but in general. I love you so so much babygirl. If it weren’t for you, I might not still be here.

@desecratedvalor

Beautiful soulmate of mine. You know, I haven’t randomly sent you an inbox about how much I love and adore you in a long time. So strap in and get ready because I’m going to take full advantage.

God, where do I start? You’re such a beautiful woman, inside and out. And there’s not a doubt in my mind that you can take on any challenge and come out on top. You’re such a fighter and so so strong. We met and instantly clicked. I knew you were special because of our effortless chemistry and that of our characters. That was back when you only had Caroline and to this day she’s my favorite of your muses. You know, the real Caroline Forbes. You should have that shit trademarked to be honest.

You’re my family in a way that most people can’t comprehend. You just get it. You get me. You know me better than most people do. You’re the kind of friend that everyone wants but doesn’t realize that they actually need. Your realness. Your fiery spirit. You just have such a beautiful mind and your heart is so precious.

I love you more than I can adequately express to you. I’m so effing grateful to you for all you’ve ever done for me. For all that you are. You just have this way and it’s honestly addictive. We’ve done so many great things together as writers and I know we’re only going to continue to do that. You’re one of the easiest people to write with, you and your characters inspire me and mine.

There’s just never gonna be another you that comes into my life which is why I’m so intent on holding onto you for the rest of it. You’re absolutely perfect. Please don’t ever change.

This is beginning to get incredibly long so for the sake of not making a post a mile long, I’m going to try to condense.

@theimpalpable @thewillfulones @elenaloveablekotsala @bloodbulletsandbytes @soulsunforgiven @mindsunmerciful @heartsunholy @cfneglect @arexyouxafraidxofxthexdark @warxpaiint @teaganbennett-irp @ariahmontero @samarariley @asheraxxx @sinfulhymns @theharpieoftroy

Those of you listed above fall into your very own category. You guys make tumblr such a joy. Having you on my dash makes this experience everything that it is. To each and every one of you. You’re so special to me. Whether we’ve been friends for a few years or a few months. You guys make this worthwhile.

You’ve all got such incredible blogs with an abundance of fantastic characters. It’s been such an honor to write with you and interact with you out of character. You are such blessings to me and gifts to this community. You guys are the reason I still have threads to work on, on the regular. Without you, my life would be so boring and my writing experience on here wouldn’t be the same.

You’re all special in different ways but the same in one respect. And that is, that I couldn’t ask for better friends or partners. Every single person listed above has been so supportive of me, not only in my creative endeavors with this massive blog that is constantly under construction that you continue to follow-- but also in general. I’ve had some shitty stuff happen during my time on indie and each and every one of you have come out for me on numerous occasions.

Each and every one of your blogs is a must follow. You guys have no idea what you mean to me. I love all of you so much more than I can say. I admire each and everyone of you and am blessed to have you in my family on here.

Thank you so much for sticking with me. Through the ups and the downs you guys have been nothing short of stellar. My God, I just love you so much. Keep shining like the very stars in the sky because that’s what you guys are. Beautiful lights that remind me why I do this.

And finally, to those of you who I either haven’t interacted with or don’t as much, but am dying to.

@bluclights @ofhexxedclaws @writteninthestcrs @darkestbeforedxwn @frombrokenplaces @powerlesstwin @advrn @camillelafaye @londonmob @fcrinas @hostilitics @telegion @daayaan @unrcvelme @cxrleonis @down-in-dixie

Know that I admire all of you from a far. I’m always impressed by what I see from all of you and if we haven’t spoken. It’s honestly because I’m too intimidated by your quality to approach you. But believe me when I say, I follow you because I want to interact with you and do every last damn thing. I’m just a baby bird who doesn’t know how to approach you.

You guys have some serious skills and the things I see from you on my dash are pure magic. I’m blessed to be mutuals with most of you and I hope that someday extremely soon we will break the ice and start interacting with each other.

Each of you bring something completely different to the table and I just love it. Know that even if we have never spoken I’m sending you every bit of love and light and positive energy that I can. You guys are absolutely wonderful. Take this an as open invitation to hit me up to do things. I’m so so down.

#indie rp #follow forever #independent roleplay #indie multifandom rp #indie fandomless rp #outofthisworld #followforevers #important

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btsjeonjazz · 7 years

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Petname Babygirl II pt. 6

Yoongi x reader, Jimin x reader

genre: angst, kinda fluff, smut (t-tongue technology?)

word count: 12.6k

The night was constantly going up until you met a special guest who managed to creep into your thoughts.

It was a strange feeling to be in Yoongi's own four walls, your eyes wide with astonishment as you wandered behind your date for the night. The air around you didn't feel tense at all, his words blurring your vision. Tonight I'm Yoongi.. Repressing an excited giggle you inhaled deeply, taking in the view of your date in plain jeans and a shirt, the man who almost broke the contract and gets you on your knees in less than three seconds. Even now, if he would command you to bend over, suck his dick or strip for him, you wouldn't hesitate, your panties dropping as fast as possible, but he shouldn't know how much impact he had on you. Not after what happened the week of your absence.

Yoongi lead your through a corridor, lined with expensive paintings, the walls colored in a light brown giving of the feeling of 'home', warmth, before turning right inside the apartment's kitchen. The strong smell of food intensifying whilst he gestured you to enter the room first. White, shiny marble the main material of the kitchen's counters, a large table in front of the kitchen island, a bouquet full of white roses, a few candles and a lacy looking tablecloth set on it. It looked beautiful photographed out of a furniture house's catalogue, the scent illuminating you, steak, potatoes, wine and a sweet mouse lined on the island.

“Sit down, I get you the main menu. I hope you're hungry”, Yoongi said, pulling the chair back for you to sit down, a move you expected from a man of his status and manners, still you were fascinated in the change of behaviour tonight. “You like wine, don't you, y/n?”

Still astonished of Yoongi's behaviour and the sight of his apartment you nodded absent-mindedly, your fingertips stroking over the silky tablecloth, feeling the fabric that was flawlessly covering the large, wooden table. You also felt your heartbeat pounding hardly against your chest, a steady staccato, loud enough to be heard while watching Yoongi skilfully arranging the self-made food, handing you a glass of costly, sweet wine and faintly smiling at you, rather awkward. It wasn't like him to be a bit stiff, the usually smooth perfectionist showing signs of nervousness.

“How was your day at work?”, his voice showed no sign of the embarrassment you had seen in his dark orbs, calmly asking you about your day despite his stiffly moving limbs.

“All fine”, you answered him, eyes darting around the softly lighted room, expecting it to be neatly tidied, clean and not the least bit used, but it was the opposite. You witnessed a couple of used kitchen towels, cups in the sink, flowers lining the windowsill and it amazed you. The Min Yoongi, a perfectionist in everything he laid his hands on seriously lived in here, used cutlery, cups and the cook..wow. “What about you?”, you tried to sound as composed and relaxed, but failed as your voice cracked with the last word.

Yoongi took his seat across from you, never letting you out of his shadow cast face, the light shining on his back. He gestured you to try the steak before he coughed slightly. “Stressful, to be honest.”

Humming in agreement you took the first bite, your face contoured in blissfulness. “Oh god, it's delicious! I'm sorry..”, you scolded yourself to stay quiet, the occasion not suited for your outburst at the delicious food, cooked by the man who sat on the same table with you.

“No, no. It's fine. I'm glad you like it”, he motioned not to be reluctant tonight, signalling you that you were free to be yourself for the time being. But the atmosphere turned as Yoongi bit down his pink lip, eyes narrowing down his plate from one second on the other. It seemed to be time to start the talk before you could be yourself like he suggested, your eyes following the way his lips moved. “I sincerely apologise, y/n, for the decision I made with my action. I hope you feel at least a bit better by now.”

Gulping down your latest bite you leaned back, not answering him for several, long seconds. Are you feeling any better? Not yet, to be pretty honest, but whatever he had planned for you to forget made your heart race. Was the meal only the beginning of a night containing deep conversations and confessions? You doubted that. Would he tell you what his past looked like, why his point of views seemed to be otherworldly and strange? Maybe. Was there a chance in you wanting him even now after what happened? You could answer this with an emphasized yes.

“Not yet”, you responded with delay, your eyes focusing on the food laying on your plate. “W-would you tell me why exactly you did it?”

Yoongi groaned lowly, his fork still untouched as he leaned back, his fingers staying in his lap, folded. He then inhaled deeply, collecting his thoughts about your question, looking for the right choice of words to explain what had caused him to get touched by another woman that wasn't you. “First let me tell you that all I did with any other woman, with you, is for my personal purpose and desire. Don't try to make up my character into a fictional person for your ideals, y/n. I'm a cruel man towards my woman, no love, no romance and most certainly no feelings involving us two, connecting us in a way that is more than a physical relationship”, he paused, his almond shaped eyes gazing you, lingering on your stiff figure. You felt a spark of pain in your chest at his words, although you knew why he said it and that he was right, even though. Your appetite laying on ice you pushed your plate from you, meeting Yoongi's eyes as he continued explaining himself.

“It may help for you to understand at least a bit of my own way of thinking”, he ran his hand through his hair in a quick motion, seeming..nervous. “I'm from a family seeking success, being there to live on their own, chasing dreams in a reckless manner, no empathy towards anyone, not even their own children. Love? What is that, y/n? The tightening of your chest? A meek feeling turning your stomach upside down? Bubbles popping in the pit of your stomach, when you see a person your body reacts on its own? Never experienced it, not for anyone. I took care of Jimin since I could think, imitating my parents behaviour and treatment regarding work, dug myself a hole to hide in in the form of the company you now work in, too. I try to be honest right now, y/n. Don't make me up for a man I could never be. I have everything I need, money, I'm the chairman of one of the biggest law firms in the country and now I have you”, Yoongi gulped down some of his wine to calm his shaking voice. “Ah, no not in the way you might think. I'm able to pay women to please me, that's what I live for as well. And this is the reason I did what I did that day you were absent from work.”

You had difficulties following him, his explanation milky, confusion to you, but the main aspects he wanted to explain were pointed out clearly. He had no one to care for and no one ever cared for him, (his younger brother the ultimate exception) so why should it change just because it gave you? He didn't look for love in any way, a physical relationship he had the most advantages from enough to lighten up his mood on stressful days. And of course you knew that this was the only plausible reason it gave the agreement between Yoongi and you, his toy.

“I saw you, as I already declared, with another man, wanted to visit you, but what were you doing? Going out with your friends and a stranger who touched you so bluntly, even taking a picture of it”, he shrugged his shoulders as he went on, but you could see a glint behind his eyes that told you he regretted taking hasty actions, accusing you to do something with another guy although it gave him. “I couldn't cope with it, y/n. You're mine as long as the agreement lasts, and by god, I hate if anyone touches what is mine. Be it accidentally or on purpose, refrain from it. I'm a possessive man and I made a mistake in handling the situation in a rush. As I previously did, I'll apologize to you. You should count one and one together if you listened to me. I don't feel anything for anyone, not for that bitch who sucked my dick and nothing more than desire and lust for you, y/n. Your body is all I crave for.”

That was definitely not what you wanted to be told, but the fact that he didn't care who gave him the blow job explained the story of his parents and his true love in form of the passion for his work. Now it made sense what he told you at the beginning. You bit down your bottom lip, chewing it until you felt it swelling before you nodded in understanding. It seemed like a rational explanation, his words describing what caused his strange treatment, but was that all he got to give? Money? Was that all he needed? You doubted it more than anything. Behind the mask he had perfected was more meaning than the pure presence of a man yearning for the big success, for an endless amount of money.

“That's all then?”, you voice was quiet, looking up in an attempt to see through him, but there it was again, a hard core, an impenetrable mask on his pale face, protecting him from showing feelings and being seen how he really is. “You want nothing more than what is on your bank account, not caring for anything else? She was a substitute for me for the day, nothing more? Is that who you are, Yoongi?” His name falling from your lips didn't feel as smooth as you wanted to. It was a heavy word you had to force over your lips. “Seeking perfection in the form of being the ultimate head of a company? You aren't the cruel man you describe yourself as.” You had to stop yourself before your voice would shake in anger. He had such a twisted way of dealing with things outside his work, his thinking was the point you couldn't accept as it was. He was more than that..at least in your eyes.

Yoongi stood up, circling the table to get to you in silence, taking the plate of food to put it back into the microwave. His hand was trembling, you witnessed it as he reached down to grab your plate.

“I really don't want to argue tonight, y/n”, his voice was low as it filled the kitchen again, his lean body leaning against the counter next to the microwave, pausing so that the buzzing sound of the electronic heater could fill the silence. “Let's stop here. I explained myself enough and you should accept the fact that it was a vast mistake, the woman is fired, she meant nothing”, the 'peep' of the microwave signalled that your food was heated, interrupting him for a short moment. He took the plate, setting it in front of you again before he leaned down to you, his face close to your own. “Enjoy the night and stop thinking so much into it. Eat up before it gets cold a second time.” Yoongi pinched your cheek, smirking faintly while leaning in to brush his pink mouth over your bare neck, the skin burning where he touched it briefly, his warm breath hitting your skin. It felt like an eternity the last time he touched you in the plane. Almost two weeks feeling like two years, your body responding on its own. He did shit, yes. He made you burst into tears at home, yes. Due to that you were still angry, but you wanted him despite what happened. Your core tightening, a shudder running down your spine as the spot he faintly kissed got cold.

Yoongi separated himself a few centimetres to give you space, but you stopped him, pulling him by the neck with your hand wrapped around it with a squeeze, feeling the soft hair that lined his neck neatly. He was near you, but wouldn't give you what you craved for a long time, not even as an apology. Ever since that night you two slept with each other the first time your hunger was sparked by the thought of him touching you where you wanted him to.

“Why?”, you whispered, eyes fixated on his heart shaped, oh so pink lips which formed a surprised 'o' at your sudden action.

“What do-”

“Why won't you kiss me?”, another faint whisper expressing the need you felt for his touch on your lips. The warmth of his tasty, wet mouth moving on yours the way they did that night, a one time thing..

The man in front of you swallowed hard, his eyes wandering from your eyes which still focused on his parted mouth down to your own, remaining there for a couple of seconds. You felt your heart racing, the anticipation vaguely managing.

“I..”, Yoongi bit down his lower lip, dark oculars darting back to your eyes where you locked yours with his. “It's more intimate than sex itself”, his voice sounded raspy, deep and so quiet you had to listen carefully. He then cupped your cheek with one of his veiny, pale hands, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips' shape, feeling the place on your body he never gifted with attention before, pulling your bottom lip down once before he straightened himself again.

Holding your breath you watched him turning around, taking his plate stiffly and doing the same routine with his food. No one said a word again, the atmosphere tinged in tension, your heart beating in your throat. You were confident that your cheeks might burn in a bright pink, your legs pressed together in arousal. It was an intense moment for you, him being close to you, nearly touching you where you wanted to be touched, finally feeling him on your tingling mouth.

“You said you would make up for what you've done”, you had to gulp down the knot in your throat, your voice a shadow of itself with your next words. “I want you to kiss me.”

Flinching Yoongi met your determined stare, the expression on his face traced with annoyance and doubt. “We'll see, y/n. Now eat up.” His usually composed, controlled way of speaking was destroyed as he bluntly showed you how close he was to snap at you. Yoongi really didn't take commands well, not even from you. Such a simple task too much for the perfectionist in front of you, who wasn't shy to fuck you like a slut, but afraid of exchanging kisses.

Scoffing you obeyed, taking the fork back in your hand to poke in your food. Sighing you pouted at him, glaring as he began to chuckle at your expression. Shoving your first bite in your mouth you glared further at the man who took his seat back across from you, a faint grin still on his lips.

“Tell me, who is Jimin seeing tonight?”, Yoongi tried to calm the air around you, filling it with a change of subject. The plates now half empty as time passed for a couple of minutes in silence.

Blinking your eyes darted to the grey haired man, his mouth closed and chewing on his food, shirt rolled up slightly by now. Didn't he know that his younger brother had a date with his employee, Ana Jung? Oh, you might know why Jimin hadn't said a word about the woman he saw tonight, his brother wasn't really fond of her, everyone knew. She gave him a hard time at work, making mistakes over and over again.

“He didn't say a word?”

“I asked him, but he wouldn't say who it was. At first I thought about one of his exs, but that's impossible”, Yoongi's tongue rolled over the inside of his cheek, a sign he wasn't content with the idea of his precious sibling dating a woman that didn't suit him or Yoongi didn't approve of. “So, you know who it is, don't you?”

What should you tell him? Jimin most certainly had his own reasons to stay quiet who he would fuck tonight (you just knew that this was the case in meeting her in the first place). Cocking your brows up you hid your evil grin, getting payback for refusing to give you what you craved for. There was one thing in this world Min Yoongi didn't know and it turned out that you were the only one who could tell him at the moment. Therefore you tilted your head, grinning at him before you shrugged your shoulders in a lazy, not caring manner.

“Maybe”, your voice showed how much you liked the idea to tease him with the unknown.

Yoongi blinked in disbelief to your response. He had expected everything but an answer as cheeky as this, your face painted in a playful expression, the edges of your mouth twitching dangerously for the first time in a while around him. “Maybe? Seriously, y/n?”

“You told me to be myself tonight, already forgotten?”, you shifted in your chair, adjusting your dress properly whilst feeling his disbelieving stare on you. “I know who he takes out tonight, but what do I get if spill the tea?”, you teased him, brushing your hair back in an attempt to show him how mighty you actually were, what you weren't, like what did you even think?

Min Yoongi chuckled lowly again, his arms now crossing over his chest, his eyebrow high whereas he tilted his head, the same pose you sat in. Now it was time to test who had more endurance in a staring contest, his eyes piercing yours sharply, challenging you to disobey again. And so you did. You pushed your chair back, carefully spreading your barely covered legs to show him a sneak-peak of your black lacy thong, lasciviously crossing them on top of each other without letting him out of your eyes. But to your surprise didn't his gaze waver a second, constantly staring in yours. Smugly smirking he unbuttoned the first knob of his shirt, his bony, long digits slowly darting lower, doing the same with the second button as well. You had to force yourself not to follow his movement, your grin vanishing because of the concentration you had to put in not to lose. You gave him credit for being a perfectionist, a had worker and a rough lover, but being playful like this? Being on the same page for the first time, resembling his younger brother for a split second.

“Give it up, babygirl”, he smirked lopsided, his tongue wetting his lips, your eyes wavering for a second, not because of his wet, red muscle, but the petname got you. Swallowing hard you bit down your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.

“It's unfair play to use that name”, you complained, leaning back against the chair's rest, a hand smoothly tracing to your cleavage, adjusting your dress by pulling it down to reveal more of your hidden skin above your covered breasts.

A 'tsk' resonated from the walls whilst Yoongi shook his head, his black orbs still lingering in yours. “You're the one who began to tease. Trying to seduce me with a bit skin and showing me your panties. I don't even care what you're wearing underneath, it'll be gone anyway.”

Flustered you almost narrowed your view, but refrained from it, Yoongi opening another button, his shirt now half open, revealing his pale, soft skin. You knew how it felt under your palms, how his stomach was lined with faint abs beneath the flawless skin.

“Spit it, babygirl. Who is my brother seeing?”, his digits opened another knob until his shirt was showing all of his skin, fingers brushing over the growing bulge hidden by the table. “I can do this the whole night or you stop being stubborn and we can postpone this slow striptease to my bedroom. You choose.”

His words were more than tempting, foremost after you had last felt him two weeks ago. Even with this offer you shook your head. It wasn't about being the one in charge anymore, the situation arousing you pretty well wherefore you spread your legs again, opening them especially for his display. This time it was his turn to gulp, eyes shortly wavering before he composed himself again until your hand tapped on your thigh, pushing the material of your dress over to the hem of your thong.

“I know you want me”, you told him, voice an octave lower. “If you want me to stop you have to force me.”

A dark chuckle left his mouth accompanied with a loud, defeated sigh. “Fine, you win, but tell me who's the date of Jimin and come here. Fast.”

“Fine”, you nodded, using the same word, waiting for him to look away and as he did, his eyes focused on the way your dress slid down as you stood up to round the table. Faintly you heard a groan coming from the man across from you, his shirt revealing what you had expected; white, soft skin and a belt with a big silvery belt buckle reflecting the dimmed light in the room. You were so fucking attracted to him, the serious talk from before forgotten whereas you swiftly sat down on his lap, the growing member in his pants poking you through the solid material of his light jeans. “Does winning mean I'm in charge tonight?”, you purred, laying your arms around his neck, stroking over the nape to feel the soft locks of his grey hair again.

“Better tell me now before I lose my temper”, he skilfully ignored your question, his hands which stroked their way up and down your legs swiftly smacking them, hard. Mewling you flinched, the spot hot and stinging where his bare hands met your skin. “You really think I let someone be in charge with me? Oh, babygirl, you're my slut, not the other way around”, his husky voice purred right in your ear, pressing his lips against it. A sting following as he bit down your earlobe harshly, making you squirm on his lap, his bulge digging deeper in your core caused by your hasty movements.

“I can try, can't I?”, you pulled him away at the strands your fingers wrapped around at the back of his head. Tonight you would test his limits, one way or the other. And right now you challenged him in being the dominant one. “I bet you'd be such a good boy.”

Doubting your sanity Yoongi started to laugh, a rare sound, his hands grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs ere he built up momentum to hit you hard, the places most certainly bruised by tomorrow. Moaning in pain you let go of his hair, clinging on his shoulders for support. Another few smacks and your were a panting mess on top of him, your skin feeling hot and you could see that the spots got redder by the second. You cursed yourself for straddling his lap like this, but started to rub over his dick, your own arousal taking overhand after he had pleased you with his roughness.

“J-Jimin is with A-Ana”, you stuttered as his hands rubbed over your ass, pushing your dress up and smacking the wiggling flesh. His hits were hard, violently marking your skin. “Stop, Yoongi”, you moaned, but meant it.

“Ana Jung?”, was all he said, his fingers tracing up to your waist, caressing your sides kind of praising for your obedience, although it was coming later than he liked it. “I hate her, but I now you like her though..”

Blinking you looked into the man's face, his lips pouting, eyes lost in the distance for a brief moment before he smacked your aching spot on your ass, grinning at you. “Get up, babygirl, we're going upstairs.”

In a swift move you climbed off of his lap, your dress already high up over your black thong showing him your sparsely dressed ass. You didn't even care to pull it down as Yoongi licked his lips, his eyes getting darker by the second, hands stroking over his bulge as he did it alike, standing close to you. No one said a word as his hands drifted up, smoothly taking the hem of your dress to glide it over your body up over your head, leaving you shivering in the kitchen. The lacy, velvet undergarment suited the atmosphere surrounding you two, dark and hungry.

“Damn, babygirl. You look..nice”, his voice was husky, eyes lingering on the still covered mounds while he turned away, walking hastily down the hall outside the kitchen, your hand in his big one. He lead you down across the living room where the stairs lined the back up to their private rooms.

At first you were sure that this was the place where Yoongi and you met for the first time, had your first physical encounter, but it emerged that it wasn't as you expected as Yoongi and you reached the upper rooms. Darkness surrounded you wherefore you couldn't quite make sure where to walk, but the man in front of you never stopped, knowing his home.

“Y-you're too fast”, your voice was a stutter while you tried to keep up with his haste. He was too eager to finally get you into his bed, to fuck you after a long time of another sexual desert.

Abruptly, out of nowhere Yoongi came to a halt, turning around and gripping your shoulders lightly to press you against the nearest wall left from you. A guttural sound resonated from his chest, his eyes covered by the blackness around you ere his fingers traced down your arms, making you shiver, your heartbeat loud in the silent corridor.

“I can't wait, babygirl. I waited way too long for what we're supposed to do”, it was nothing more than a raspy whisper before his core met yours, the already rock hard bulge in his jeans meeting your sparsely covered, aching lap. One soft caress on your side, his digits grabbed around your torso, opening the clasp of your bra, sliding it down slowly. Even though you couldn't behold his gaze on you, you felt it. Piercing your soul in the dark, black eyes half closed and greedy to fill you with what he got. The cloth landed on the ground to your feet with a dull noise, your breasts freed and directly shown to the beautiful man in front of you. Next you could feel his warm skin on your mounds, pinching and tugging at the soft flesh and rose buds.

Mewling you let your head fall back against the wall behind you, your own hands shooting forward to touch the skin of his own chest down to the soft flesh of his stomach where they lingered for several seconds. Gradually tracing back up you concentrated to smoothly peal him out of his dark shirt, gliding it down his arms, taking his fingers off of your nipples to let it fall to the ground next to your bra.

“I need you”, you whined whereas his fingertips stroked over your breasts down, a light path to your own stomach, grabbing your skin. “P-please.”

“Here?”

You shook your head, remembering that it must be unseen in the dark. “No.”

No words needed Yoongi pulled you close, his tongue latching at your neck before he inhaled deeply, a sound resembling a rattlesnake heard out of his throat before he took your hand in his again, walking further down the black corridor to the end. A wooden door opened, the smell of his familiar fragrance intoxicating the room Yoongi pulled you in. His bedroom. Still standing in the darkness you let the newly discovered stimuli get to your head, your nostrils blown while taking in the smell you new on your boss and sugar daddy. It drove you crazy, your panties feeling tight at the scent alone. It was everything you needed to take off your last piece of clothes, throwing it in the corridor you came from, standing completely naked next to the man who you wanted to fill you up.

“So eager, babygirl?”, his voice mocked you, showing signs of arousal and scorn. But you knew he loved your bold way of showing him that you were his, naked, ready and eager to be fucked by him. That's what he wanted from you, to be willing to do it whenever he wanted it, and you were totally comfortable with that as you also craved his body for your own pleasure, the negative, stinging thoughts wholly shoved to the back of your head.

“I want you, Yoongi”, you said, your hands wandering down to your wet folds, stroking a long and hard way over your clit. Of course your move was seen, his unfathomable oculars following your through the dark.

Then Yoongi walked a few steps back to the door, leaning it into the frame before a soft, yellow light illuminated the room. Now you were able to witness what was laying around you, but right now you didn't care as all you could concentrate on was the half naked man behind you, your view gazing over your shoulder. His grey hair was messier than before, his fingers running through it, his torso bare and jeans already open. Your racing heart pounded in your chest while you couldn't force yourself to look away from Min Yoongi who watched you as intensely. He then let his gaze fly over your naked figure, taking in your curves ere a lopsided, smug smirk painted his face.

“Turn around, babygirl”, it was a rather soft command, but you didn't give it a second thought, doing a 180 to face the voice. Thanks to the bit light that surrounded you by now you could see the expression on his face for a split second before the typical mask covered whatever he might feel. But there it was. Awe. You weren't quite confident that it was because of your body or the view you gifted him with, but this emotion was sufficient to take a step towards him, taking his hands and putting them down on your hips.

“I'm all yours”, you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips on his collarbones, peppering a wet trail up to his neck, careful not to mark his skin and be punished tonight. You wanted to enjoy it, feeling him as a man not as the boss and cruel person he claimed to be and who paid you for what you were supposed to do.

Yoongi didn't move an inch as your tongue roamed around on his sensitive, warm neck, kissing your way up to his jawline to grant it with a lot more attention, closely, dangerously near his lips, but he didn't back away, his nails digging into your hips as long as you were allowed to kiss his skin. You knew that he coped with it only to make up for what he had done with Miss Wen, but that was okay. Still not saying a word your mouth parted on his neck, nibbling softly while his hands freed themselves to stroke down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, making you moan into his skin.

“You know that I need to punish you next time for what you're doing right now? You won't be able to stand anymore and I give you the advice to take another week off”, Yoongi grinned down on you, his eyes warning you and inviting you at the same time.

Nodding, smiling at him cheekily you continued your path down to his chest, licking a stripe over his nipple, playing with it for a while ere your fingers went down to his jeans, pressing down on the bulge that had formed in the front of his pants. He felt so hard, twitching as you first touched it, eager to be freed, sucked on.

“Not today, babygirl”, was all Yoongi said before he let go of you, taking your hands off of his jeans to turn you around, pressing your back against his heaving chest. This way you could feel the steady, fast heartbeat of the man behind you, surprising you with such a staccato. Then you could see how his hands shot up from behind, touching your stomach, tracing it softly down to your aching core. “Tonight is about you.” With his leg he opened your own, shoving them apart to get access with his warm digits. At first he only rubbed over your clit, his index finger circling over your bundle of nerves to stimulate you further, turn you on even though you were already wet and willing, but he didn't stop there. His free hand on your breast he started to massage it, tugging at your nipple while the other still stroked over your heat, further down to your drenched folds.

“What's this? You're already wet? What a good, little slut you are for me, babygirl”, he hummed complacent with what he felt, slick juices coating the tip of his fingers. “And so warm. I can't wait to feel you.”

Gulping you nodded, your head leaning against Yoongi's chest and shoulder. “Fill me, Yoongi. I can't wait anymore..” Your voice broke at the end as Yoongi pushed his fingers inside you, curling right away to get you by surprise. And he succeeded. Loud moans fell from your lips, a tightness starting to form in the pit of your stomach while you squirmed in his arms. He moved them inside you, pulling out to shove them back in until his fingers where completely coated in your arousal. At some point he began to mercilessly thrust them into you, your legs wobbling at the sensation they caused, your voice echoing from the walls, loud and whining. “Don't stop..p-please”, you cried out as he moved his fingers in scissoring motion, touching the right spot that could snap the coin with a little help of friction on your clit that you wanted to provide with your own hand, but which was smacked away from Yoongi's free one.

“Don't you dare”, he growled close to your ear before he leaned down to take your earlobe between his teeth, grazing it a few times. Although it wasn't what you liked you felt how tight you got from his action, his fingers still shoving in and out of your pussy. Slick, lewd sounds now filling his bedroom whereas Yoongi's lips latched on the skin of your neck, leaving a wet, passionate kiss where his lips met your skin. It felt utterly amazing, your legs cramping, core heated. He wanted to get you, and he was close to succeed with his plan, but the moment his digits hit your sweetest spot, pushing you almost over the edge with a gasp and a moan in the form of his name, he stopped, pulling his drenched fingers out of your folds, wiping your remains on your stomach before his hands both groped your breasts, his cock pressing against your bare ass.

“Wanna come, babygirl?”, he asked, his voice a husky whiff. “ Just tell me what you want.”

Wide eyes met his over your shoulder as he let his chin lay casually on your shoulder, his lips pink and wet while he tilted his head to the side, meeting your shocked gaze.

“Don't you want to be in charge? At least in saying me what I could maybe do?”

“I-”, you stopped yourself, biting on your lower lip before you swallowed the excitement down, your legs violently pressed together. “Do what you want to me tonight..”

“Whatever I want?”, he scoffed, smugly smirking at you with cocked up brows. “That's all? What an easy woman.”

You shrugged your shoulder, avoiding your gaze. “But that's what I'm here for.”

Yoongi didn't respond, but you could feel the stiffness seeking into his bones as he turned you around, his eyes laying on your face. Then you were pushed back, stumbling over your own feet. “Lay down. Now”, his voice was suddenly back to its usual harsh, commanding tone, no emotions in it and not a sign of the rare gentleness that laced it a moment ago, playing with you. Instead you may have hit a spot that made him seemingly angry, but didn't know what.

The back of your knees met the cold wood of the huge bed behind you, your body falling down on the soft, sweetly smelling sheets. Your hair was brushed in your face, but as you tried to free your face from it you were forced to look up, a veiny hand pulling your chin up.

“Whatever I want..that's what you're here for, right?”

You nodded, a reluctant gesture, not sure if that is what he wanted to hear from you. “R-right.”

Scoffing he hit your cheek lightly, hard enough for your hair to be brushed out of it. With gritted teeth the grey haired man hovered over you, his eyes laced with anger. “I am the one who pays for you, so you don't need an opinion of your own? No need to be your own human and say what you really want me to do?”

It wasn't part of the game. Not after he moved your body up on the many pillows over your head at the end of his bed where you fell down on, his entire weight on top of you. Yoongi's view was dark, sadness and regret showing. Whatever caused the change in atmosphere so suddenly, you wanted it to change back.

“I-I told you what I want from you, but it was rejected and..I..”, your voice was so quiet, weak that you had to cough slightly. “Why should I ask for more then?”

There was something in his stare that told you how wrong you were, but instead of answering his hands landed next to your head, his gaze piercing yours with a roll of his tongue against his cheek. “That's all you want, y/n?”

Y/n. What was going on? Why the change in name as well? You felt anxious at his words, the tightness of your core wandering up, clenching your heart tightly.

“Answer me”, Yoongi's voice was threatening, way too calm and quiet. You knew him as much to know that it was the sign for you that he was most certainly pissed off. Or turned on, but that wasn't the case.

You needed a second, but then nodded with wide eyes, darting down to his parted lips, back up to his dark, angry eyes. “That's a-all.”

As fast as he was over you did he straighten himself into a sitting position, straddling your legs. One hand on your waist, digging deep, one covering his eyes. “Why..You drive me crazy, woman”, it was a stretched groan followed by a deep, unamused chuckle. His words more to himself than to you.

Confused by his behaviour you blinked, your hands finding his thighs as to why his left hand fell back to his side. Now all you could witness in his brown orbs was lust and a waver of emotions that he controlled in the blink of an eye. “I understood your words back down in the kitchen. So, it's okay as it is.”

“Can you shut up?”, his voice wasn't harsh or bold, it was a whisper, a needy one that showed how hard it was to stay composed right now.

Biting your lip you nodded, your body trembling in fear and the remaining arousal from his merciless fingers a couple of minutes ago. Then Yoongi's hand that fell to his side was caressing a way from your waist, over your mounds further up to your neck. It lay flat on your throat, softly wrapping around it, a light squeeze followed wherefore your core began to burn again. But it was gone faster than you wished for, his finger gazing over your jaw, feathery tracing the shape of your lips, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down the second time this night. Anticipation built in your body and mind while you watched him out of wide eyes, his own following the digits which stroked gently over your parted lips.

“You're asking too much from me”, another faint whisper reaching your ears, desperate, needy.

“I won't ask anything anymore, Yoongi”, you answered him, but he seemed not to hear you, his stare still down on your wet mouth, his thumb wetting it with your own saliva.

The moment his big hand cupped your face he leaned down, his face stopping only a centimetre away from yours, your nose slightly touching his. If you wouldn't know that he would never kiss you, you may have fainted from the closeness, but instead you just smiled shyly at him, your arms wrapped casually around his waist, feeling the heat resonating from his body.

His eyes met yours, an eternity passing. “Keep them closed”, was all he said before you obeyed, your heart and mind repressing the feeling of heated anticipation of a kiss, ready to accept whatever he had planned to do next.

You heard him swallowing hard before a warmth spread inside your body, your eyes wanting to shot open, your fingers cramping, digging into his smooth flesh. Nothing you ever felt could compare to the feeling of falling into another dimension, of being sucked into someone's presence as the kiss you received from the man who denied your request, who explained that he wouldn't kiss you despite your desperate tries and your heartfelt question down the stairs in his kitchen.

His lips were wet, so warm that they might count as heated, tasting like wine as well as the manly scent that illuminated him normally, mixed with a sweetness whose source your couldn't fathom. Slowly, tenderly he moved his parted lips on yours, one hand cupping your face gently while the other dug deep into your waist, hiding the frantic shake of it. Yoongi's tongue traced over your bottom lip, tasting you before pushing into your mouth, past your lips without asking for entrance, which wasn't necessary anyway. His wet muscle found your own, stroking it experienced, playing with it with the time of the world, no rush, no hunger. Only the sensation and passion that was enough to make you squirm, mewls that wanted to be freed muffled by his lips while exchanging a heated kiss.

Yoongi then parted from you with a 'pop', your eyes still closed, not daring to open them without a command from the man who made your heart almost jump out of your chest. A silent moment later you felt his lips on yours again, more passionate this time, moving faster, harder on yours. Kinda pressing down without hurting you, but hard enough to suffocate from his lips, no air to breathe. But who needed to breathe if all you needed was kissing the man you developed forbidden feelings for? Tasting him, feeling the softness of his mouth on yours, exchanging a lustful wave of kisses that weren't allowed to be shared?

The time stood still while you two lost yourselves into the kiss, his hands wandering over your body, yours now grabbing his hair, pulling at the strands whereas your hips thrust up to rub over his bulge. Moans were muffled, his grunts lost inside your mouth whilst his tongue discovered your wet cave.

Never have you expected him to give you what you asked for, kissing you out of his own way. Maybe it was all just because you had asked him previously and he wanted to make up for what he did, but it was worth both ways.

After a while his hands were down your stomach, sneaking their way between your legs to stroke over your clit, rubbing it in circles wherefore you began to pant, his lips slowly parting to look into your face. His cheeks were flushed, ears red and lips swollen while you opened your eyes the first time after what felt like hours. Your own face was a shade darker, your lower lip pulled between your teeth.

“Don't ever say that you're just with me because I want you to be here. Be here because you want it, too”, Yoongi whispered, his chest heaving as he throw his legs over your body down the bed. He freed himself from his jeans before hovering over you again. “And don't forget. Only tonight..”

“Y-yes”, your voice betrayed you, telling him how excited, happy and turned on you were from the kissing. How he turned your insides upside down, how he made your head spin. But you didn't care, the moment way too beautiful to feel shame for what you were feeling.

His cock was only covered by his tight, white boxers, pressing down on your spread legs, circling over your core with his hips. “Now tell me what you want.”

Smiling up to him you were confident to ask him to kiss you again, and so he did. Yoongi didn't even hesitate to lean down and brush his lips against yours, licking a stripe over your lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling at it. Moans left your parted lips at his action, filling the air around you until he silenced them with his lips again.

“Y-Yoongi?”, you asked weakly, pushing him off of you. “I can't wait any longer..” You looked between your bodies down to where your cores met, gulping loudly, but ere you could ask anything else you were flipped around, his body pressed against yours from behind.

“I'll take the lead now, babygirl”, he growled into your ear, biting down on your neck. “I've planned something new for tonight”, you could hear the smirk on his lips while his hands wandered down your back, laying flat on your ass. Like he usually did he smacked your wobbling flesh, massaging it before another harder smack followed the other until you had to grab the sheets, crying into the mattress below you. You loved the way he treated you, his kisses giving you highs, but if he started to be rougher then it was your time to shine.

“Ass up, babygirl”, Yoongi slid down your body, his lips brushing over the skin he passed, over your back, leaving a wet trail all over your skin until he was positioned between your legs right in front of your bare heat. You obeyed after he found a way to sit comfortably on his knees, his fingers stroking over your ass, hitting it with the back of his hand as to why your ass perked up. “You love to be hit, don't you?”

Humming you tried to spread your legs with your ass up, but Yoongi's hands gripped on your ankles to shove them back together. You protested, but a loud and harsh hit stopped you, your back aching at the stinging pain. “Answer me, babygirl”, despite the petname was his voice commanding, harshly demanding you to speak up, responding to his questions.

“I l-love it if you hit me. Hard”, you moaned, a muffled noise by the sudden sensation of another merciless sting caused by the back of his hand. You bet that the spot was bright red, maybe had the outline of his hand, but it was all you needed. It turned you on, and after he finally did what you desperately wished for, you didn't care how hard and violent the treatment turned out to be, you were high from his lips, ready to take everything he offered and wanted from you that night.

“That's what I want to hear”, Yoongi caressed the spot he violated only to give it a lot lighter blow of his hand. Biting your inner cheeks you repressed the loud cry that dared to build in your throat.

“Touch me..I can't handle it anymore”, you whined, wanting to feel anything. “Yoongi..”

Another guttural, carnal sound echoed from the walls, a heavy reaction of the man who was in charge hearing his name moaned from your weak voice, needy and craving.

“Touch you? How?”

You threw him an impatient glance over your shoulder, telling him he shouldn't tease with your eyes as to why Yoongi chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his bare chest. “I don't care what you use, but do me!”

“What a lewd way of telling me to fill you, babygirl. With what? My fingers?”, he chuckled again, his warm fingertips slowly darting over your folds, immediately soaked by your arousal. “Fuck, babygirl, what's this?”

His hand shot over your shoulder, showing your how damn wet his finger glistered in the dimmed light of his bedroom. Grinning you stuck out your tongue to lick over his fingertips, the man behind you roaring at your action. Without warning he shoved them into your mouth with the words: “Wanna lick them clean or why do you use your tongue?”

Shaking your head you hollowed out your cheeks, turning the guy behind you on more than you intended in the first place. He grabbed your hair, pulling it hence your head was turned upwards, his fingers out your mouth he slapped your cheek. His cock was pressed down on your ass while he leaned forward to wrap his hand around your throat.

“Stop that, babygirl. I wanna pleasure you, but you make it difficult to do that properly”, his voice sounded raspy as it quietly said those words, his hands loosening to get back to his previous position in front of your ass. “Where were we? Ah, yes, I asked you how you want to be touched. I guess my fingers weren't worth an answer”, he shook his head, your own down on the mattress again, moaning at his words. “What about my dick, hm? Sounds good, don't you think?”

You immediately agreed, a stretched sound of a 'yes' as he pulled out his cock to let it slide over your folds up to your sensitive rose. You whimpered, trying to crawl further up, but his hands grabbed your hips to pull them back, a lot harsher than it ought to.

“What was that? You make your daddy quite angry here, babygirl”, Yoongi growled again, his hands holding you in a bruising manner. Then he parted from your core, his cock back at its place whilst a hand that groped your hip did what you never expected. He slapped your folds hardly, the pressure you felt from his little torture slowly springing free. “What a nasty sound. Let's hear it again”, he hummed as his hand reached down again, slick and loud from the heaviness of his hit on your pussy. Whining you arched your back, your head falling back with a deafening mewl. How could something like this turn you on so fucking much?

“D-do it again”, your voice was a whiff, weak wherefore Yoongi only scoffed, telling you to better say it properly. “Hit me, Yoongi. Slap my pussy again.”

“That's my girl”, he declared proudly, taking in the view of your overflowing, pink heat before his fingers slapped over it again.

Panting you felt how sweat formed on your body, your hair sticking to your face. Your eyes were closed, concentrating not to jump up to ride him immediately.

“Unfortunately all my toys are downstairs, so last option”, Yoongi's husky words let your hair stand straight, the thought alone made your pussy contradict around nothing. At first you felt his breath on your heat, blowing a gust of warm air on your drenched folds, then his pink, hearty lips on your ass where they left a trail of hot, wet kisses down to where you needed them the most. His tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe over your pink lips, tasting you, taking in the fluids that dared to run down your leg. You couldn't deny that this was the second most arousing action he had ever gifted you with, his hot muscle doing wonders as it dug into you. In a rather slow pace he started to push it through your folds, deeper inside you until his nose met the curve over your heat.

“F-fuck..”, you cried aloud, followed by a shiver running down your spine.

Slurping sounds answered you as Yoongi's tongue slid in and out, his lips kissing yours. He used a finger to rub over your clit, the ultimate sensation you needed to come if he let you. With a lot more pressure he started to circle around your bundle of nerves, showing you his tongue technology at the same time. It didn't take you long to tighten around his wet muscle, your hands frantically holding onto the sheets as you felt your orgasm approach. Thanks to his previous touches you came fast and hard, his tongue buried inside you as you cried out his name, his fingers pressing as hard as they could on your clit, chasing the high with you.

“You came so hard”, Yoongi's face was coated in your climax, your juices spilling from his lips as he separated his face from your shaking body, your pussy wet and hot from your orgasm. “Look what you've done to me.”

Trembling you tried to look over your shoulder, the view he granted you with arousing you a second time. Yoongi's lips were swollen, a glistering, slick liquid spilling from his lips down his chin while his boxers showed a streak of precum that formed at the angry tip of his cock, pulsating behind the white fabric of his boxers. His hair was a mess and skin flushed wherefore you tried to stand up to turn around. Shaking from your high you finally did it, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down over you.

“Fuck me”, you moaned as loud as you could, your legs wrapping around his hips to feel his still dressed, throbbing cock on your heat.

“Say it again”, was all he said, pulling the soaked boxers from his cock that sprung free, throwing it down next to his bed, laying on your heat to rub over your clit and folds.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips suggestively. “Min Yoongi, fuck me. Now.”

The rattlesnake in his chest was back as he leaned down to press his juicy lips on yours so you could taste yourself on them, licking over his lips several times to take in all of your orgasm's remains. As you did Yoongi positioned himself right before your entrance, pushing his cock into you without warning. He slid right in, your high perfect lubrication for the both of you wherefore he didn't even need to wait to thrust into you in a fast, hard pace. Overstimulation from the friction which was provided by his continuously fast thrusts drove you crazy, your head thrown from side to side, back arched while Yoongi's hisses took overhand over your own loud cries.

“Fuck, god damn, babygirl”, he grunted, his face contoured in pleasure, brows furrowed causing a small indentation to appear between his eyes which roamed over your bouncing breasts down where his cock was buried between your thighs. “I can't hold b-back.”

Gasping he sped up, his hips hitting you harder by the second ere his thrusts got uncontrolled, sloppy circling into you. His hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing them tightly before he thrust into you one last time, a feral groan echoing through the apartment. Yoongi remained deep inside your folds as his seeds shot through you, coating your shaking walls with his sticky semen. You were surprised that he leaned further down, his lips meeting yours, muffling his..moans. Wrapping your arms around his neck to stroke over his scalp you deepened the kiss, moving your lips on his through the time his climax shook him. Tensing his muscles he parted from your mouth, peppering one last kiss on them before he collapsed onto your body, sweat mixing into yours. The sex was intense tonight, not as rough as it used to be, caused by his guilty conscience and the urge to make you feel comfortable around him again. And it worked way too well for your liking, the strange pounding of your heart keeping you alert.

Yoongi and you stayed in this position longer than necessary, but no one dared to move first, his cock still between your folds, soft by the time your boss and sugar daddy straightened himself, pulling out of you to fall onto the mattress beside you. His body was tinged in sweat, bangs sticking to his forehead and eyes half closed. He had a blissful expression on his features, his lips pursed into a faint smile.

You on the other side chewed on your bottom rim, lost in thoughts while drawing circles on the man's chest. What happened tonight was too much to think about for you, your mind clouded with pictures of Yoongi's perfectly shaped lips on your own, his tongue in your mouth.. There wasn't a thing that could destroy the memory of it, not even the tiny voice that shouted at you from a distance. You're doomed, y/n. That feeling is called-

“You can take a shower in the bathroom right next to the bedroom”, Yoongi's voice interrupted the voice in your head that currently wanted to spill the details about your feelings for the man next to you who faintly grinned at you. “Take this.”

He handed you a t-shirt that he snatched from a chair beside his bed, nodding as you questioningly looked at him. You should wear his shirt? For real? Shyly you took it to throw over your head, searching for your thong.

“You can sleep here if you want”, another unbelievable sentence fell from his lips, letting your jaw drop. You were allowed to stay over? Sleep in the master's bed while he's around? This night was full of surprises!

Nodding you walked out of the room hastily, running from the man in the bed with red ears and an extremely loud heartbeat.

Yoongi stared at your back, your ass barely covered by the big shirt he lent you as you rushed out of his bedroom with blushing cheeks. A low chuckle escaped him, his thoughts turning back and forth before they landed on you, as always. Whatever you did with your foul mouth, your perfect curves and those sweet smiles, he obeyed you like a puppy although you might not fathom it. You were all he wished for, had ever wished for and now he couldn't have you. Of course, your body was his, but there was more in your eyes when you met his gaze. A sparkle, tenderness and hunger which resulted in a feeling he couldn't answer. Not after tonight.

Sighing his head fell back on the mattress below him, his hands rubbing over his burning face in a nervous, frustrated manner. What had he done. It was wrong, so so wrong, but felt too good. Your warm lips, tasting the sweetest that had ever laid on his tongue..both your pretty mouth and your leaking pussy had him almost coming without being touched..But why had he done it? Because of your pleading? As if. Because his heart beat uneven when you were around? Of course not, never. The tiny bubbles popping down his stomach? Fuck no. Because of the way you degraded yourself in front of him? Telling him you were nothing more than a piece of meat he could have his fun with? Exactly..right?

“Fuck!”

His mind was a mess as Yoongi wriggled himself out of bed to grab his laptop, the black frame of his glasses put on his perfectly shaped nose. He couldn't risk letting you go anymore, at least not as long as the agreement connected you two physically, because he knew if any other man would see how wonderful your body was you would be gone. Yoongi couldn't give you what you wanted, he knew it, but he wouldn't let you go without a fight wherefore his fingers flew over the keyboard, looking for an apartment close to the main house Jimin and he would move in in the next weeks. But it was useless, the rents of the flats around way too expensive for you to pay with your low wage. Cursing he scrolled through several websites, but there was nothing that suited you and furthermore his own taste.

There was only one way to keep you close and his dick buried in your hot, slick folds. You had to move in. Not because of a single spark of a feeling he desperately tried to repress, most definitely not. Right? White roses, no red ones!

Determined to offer you to move in with the condition of a temporary solution for his sexual needs which would suffer from the upcoming meetings, the trips abroad and late night sessions on his desk inside the company for a long time. Chewing on his pink, still coated bottom lip Yoongi's digits worked hastily to write an e-mail to Mr. Kim who would initiate your change of house from tomorrow onwards. He couldn't even end the mail as your small figure danced light-footed back to his side, your warm smile the cause of the knot forming in his throat.

After coming back you found Yoongi sitting naked on his bed, the typical metal case in his lap, typing with skilful fingers into the keyboard. At the groaning sound falling from your lips he looked up, his black glasses sliding down his nose. The familiar mocking glance laying on your body while his brows cocked up, disinterest lacing his brown orbs.

“What?”

“Work again?”

He shrugged his bare shoulders, adjusting the frame while shutting down the laptop. “To be honest, no it wasn't work.”

Shaking your messy head you giggled, climbing back to the man's side where you snuggled up close to his body. Your hand traced over his stomach up to his chest with a faint, comfortable smile turning your edges up. He felt as soft and warm, the way you left him to take a shower. It was astonishing to lay next to the man you admired, his flawless skin smooth under your touch as your cheek met his chest. Tonight you wouldn't miss out on anything, if he hated it or not.

“Y/n?”, suddenly his voice filled the silence, nervous and loud, disturbing your daydream.

You tilted your head whereas sitting up, curious what caused the changed in tone. With gentle fingers you circled his chest again, looking him in his pretty, pale face to see that he chewed on his lower lip, turning a shade darker.

“I won't be having much time for you the next months. My company has a lot in progress, a big fish hooked”, he sounded monotone, not even looking at you. A very long silence followed where Yoongi stared into a distance you couldn't see, but you waited for what he wanted to tell you, smiling up at him with fearful excitement. The words forming on your favourite lips shook you, your eyes getting wider.

“Move in.”

Thirst woke you that night, your body pressed down by a heavy weight on your waist holding you where you were. With delicate fingers you lifted the pale arm off of your skin, Yoongi's skin burning on yours after another heated round of rough sex.

Tiptoeing you silently walked down the dark corridor, your body covered by his shirt while your mind was still wide awake after what he had offered you a couple of hours ago.

Min Yoongi had seriously asked you to move in with him, paying your rent for you as long as you stayed with him. Surely it was only to give him his toy's body when he felt stressed, frustrated or wanted to fuck, but the question itself made you beam. You would really move into his house (well, with his annoying brother, but anyway). Biting furiously on your inner cheek you repressed a joyful cry while dancing through the darkness towards the kitchen whereas you found the lost parts of your clothes, not caring to pick them up at all. Humming a sweet melody you opened the fridge, rummaging until you found what you were looking for, deliciously sipping on the bitter juice with swinging hips, the melody in your head your rhythm.

No man spun your head like Yoongi did, his kisses, his touches and now his offer..what a perfect night! The thoughts of him 'cheating' long forgotten, replaced by the sweetness of a feeling you weren't allowed to show, ever.

With a loud 'pop' you let the package drop back to its place, almost closing the fridge as hands grabbed your waist from behind, pulling you close with a certain roughness you were used to, the spots where his fingers dug into your skin already bruised as to why you yelped. He sensed your pain, soothing it with soft strokes, Yoongi's hand feeling different while you leaned your head against his naked shoulder, still humming the melody roaming your mind. Yoongi didn't say a word as his one hand slid down to your ass, smacking the still aching spots he had violated in the second round of the night before his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against his core where you met his erect cock, rubbing your bare flesh against it.

“Don't you think that's kinda cheating?”

Freezing you looked down where the arm surrounded your upper body, the tiny light of the fridge providing the only light in the kitchen tinging the skin in a way darker color than it actually was. You should've recognized him immediately, too high from Yoongi's words who still lay deep asleep upstairs, curled up on his side, blind to the far more muscular body leaning into yours, the rings covered fingers cold on your ass. And the scent. Damn, why didn't you pay attention from the beginning?

“Let me the fuck go, you pervert!”, your voice was a sharp whisper, cutting the sexual air in one go.

A deep chuckle resonating from behind you the arm and hand were gone as to why you pulled down your shirt, closing the fridge and turning furiously mad around to face a mischievous grinning Jimin. “Dress properly, god damn.”

Your hand covered your eyes hastily, Jimin's low laughter filling the room. He was naked, from top to toe, his prominent dick straight pointing at you. How could you recognize him as Yoongi if he was everything but the man you have fallen for?

“Who is standing in front of me, swinging her hips in nothing but a shirt? You're not even wearing panties, y/n”, Jimin crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen's island with spread legs. “As if Miss Innocent never saw a naked man.”

Gritting your teeth you let the hand drop, trying to sneak past your lover's brother, but his hand enclosed around your upper arm, his eyes lingering on your body. Confusion and ultimate embarrassment traced your features, your hands holding your shirt at its place.

“What now?”, you sounded annoyed, the awkwardness you felt vanishing as Jimin's eyes crinkled from brightly smiling at you.

“I just want to have a talk with you”, he shrugged his naked, toned shoulders, his smile not leaving his plump lips as he let go of your arm.

“Sure, like this, right? Grabbing my fucking ass? You must be kidding”, you furrowed your brows, shaking your head. “Try again next time.”

“Tomorrow after breakfast.”

“What?”, annoyed you turned around again. Even now Jimin didn't even try to hide what he carried, his arms casually spread on the island. Sighing you swore you wouldn't be stopped again as you rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Yoongi's cheeky little brother behind, but despite your recently made promise your limbs got paralysed.

“Ana almost caught you fucking my brother”, Jimin chirped, your body halfway down the black corridor. Tardy footsteps followed his words as if he knew that they got you. “Y/n, you move your hips so damn well.. and those cute mewls”, he chuckled, his bare, toned body beside yours, leaning down to place his chin on your shoulder, his plump, pink lips nearly touching your ear. “Better be grateful that I closed the door before she could see, but your moans were too loud, y/n. Ana almost couldn't concentrate..and neither could I. How can someone like you be that hot? And your ass”, he hummed, his cock giving off a slick sound as his hand began to stroke it. “Run, y/n.”

You wouldn't be told twice as you took your legs into your hands and ran down the hall towards the stairs, Jimin's heat following you a lot slower. Back inside Yoongi's bedroom you felt safe, hearing footsteps walking casually down the floor, a deep chuckle and then a door falling into its lock.

Heavily breathing you climbed back into the bed next to the man who you thought was behind you down in the kitchen, feeling shame to be touched by his brother's hands. The tingling feeling and wetness between your legs ignoring, although you were seemingly turned on from someone who wasn't the man who should be the only one able to do it.

“Y-y/n?”, a groggy, raspy voice whispered your name, a hand caressing your thigh. “Everything's fine?”

“Huh?”, you asked perplexed, laying down beside Yoongi, taking his hand to place it on your stomach. “Y-yeah, all fine..”

Grunting Yoongi let his head fall back on his pillow, his messy hair standing in all direction while his warm fingers stroked small circles on your belly, a lovely, soft action you've never expected from your boss and lead it back to his drowsiness.

Even as you tried to shake off the images from before, you couldn't let them go. Jimin's abs, his tanned body in general gifted by the gods..and his cock. Fuck, whenever you closed your eyes you saw it behind your lids, heard his low, husky voice close to your ear. Goosebumps formed on your arms thinking about it, a reaction only the man beside you could elicit.

And you should move in with them? How would you survive with your sugar daddy constantly fucking you senseless and his brother mocking you, playing with your sensitive nerves? There was only one way to get your mind off of Jimin's impenetrable charms.

“Yoongi?”, you sneakily kissed a path from his jaw down his neck towards his chest, leaving wet marks on the way until you reached your destination.

Jimin sat on his bed a long time, the woman in his bed snoring like hell wherefore he hadn't a choice but to listen to your voice. His cock still erect he silently bumped it, biting his pink lower lip not to make a sound. Damn..

After coming in he was sure his brother and you would still be talking, or at least quietly fucking in his room like Yoongi used to, the girls mostly shy and reluctant with him, but what he witnessed wasn't what he expected as he invited the woman he had a date with over to fuck. Slowly they went up the stairs, Ana's hands already eagerly unbuttoning her complicated dress. Jimin was proud to take a woman home after a long time, his dick twitching from thinking about a heated night, but then he heard it. Low grunts, the lewd sound of someone's hand smacking on another ones skin and those utterly sweet, feminine mewls from a woman's lips whose voice he recognized as yours. A rather loud growl escaped him, the woman next to him thinking it was because of her, which was most certainly not the case. He then told her to stay where she stood, waiting for him to come back to the place on the stairs as he rushed down the hall, the door to his brother's private room opened a larger crack.

You sat on Yoongi's lap, your ass perked up high while riding him with experienced hips. Your ass was round, curves perfectly shaped while you moved them in a circling motion, your moans echoing through the entire apartment. Jimin had to gulp, his cock feeling too damn tight under his dark pants, his hand stroking over the dressed, pulsating bulge while peeping on your body. Fuck what a lucky bastard his brother was to have his own little slut riding him how he wanted. As Yoongi's pale, large hand grabbed your ass, hitting an already beaming red spot he knew that Jimin should close the door before exploding.

“Your brother is able to fuck someone?”, the woman behind him giggled, but Jimin wasn't like joking.

“He fucking is..damn”, was all he announced, furiously turning around to pull Ana with him.

Now he sat on the edge of his bed like a little boy, listening to a second or third round of you two, your fucking loud cries driving him over the edge, his cum spilling over his chest, spurts flowing down his fingers. Exhaling extremely loud he saw what he had done. Jerking off to his brother's toy's moans, picturing himself in Yoongi's position he was disgusted with himself, wiping his sticky release on the woman's leg next to him who just snorted.

Damn, why was his brother always getting the good things in life? Jimin wasn't wicked or greedy to get what his brother possessed, but right now his mind was occupied by you. Yoongi always got his hands on the good stuff while he was removed from everybody's sight and forced to stay abroad for years hence he tried to follow his brother's way of living. Ah, yes, he loved his older sibling, but there were times where Jimin just wanted to live on his heart's content. And this time started now.

Your cheeky foul mouth making him grin, your body obviously arousing him to the point he got himself off while another woman could do this task easily, a mean, unforgivable thought shoved itself in the front of his mind.

He wanted you, no matter how high the price.

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Olay so heres a thing im sures been done before but who knows. Vernon gets added to the main grump group chat on his phone, and either he accidentally send a dick pic he meant for someone else, and they all get a rise out of it and i guess sexting or smth happens. Or, alternatively, he doesnt realize what he's gotten into until arin and dan start sending nudes/pics of them live fucking and then he realizes what this is REALLY about. Essentially one of those group sex chats you hear abt sometimes

(A/N: this was amazingly fun to write, seriously I thank you. I'm on mobile so I apologize in advamce if the lack of italics for messages is annoying. I tried to seperate them the best I could and male things clear)ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11420109 (the italics are in this one)Arin added you to a conversation with Danny Vernon smiled when he saw the message, figuring that Arin had something about game grumps to talk about, an idea or a question. Even if it was work, talking to Arin and Dan was always pleasant. He had been scrolling mindlessly on his phone, but he abandoned the mundane task as soon as the notification popped up.Danny sent an attachment “You like that, Big cat?”Out of all possible outcomes, Vernon did not expect to see a picture of a hard cock with a firm hand around it to appear in a chat with two of his coworkers. Especially one that belonged to Danny. He cleared his throat and studied the photo carefully, trying to ignore the way his own pants started to tent in the extremely inappropriate situation. It was a very good looking dick. He had just recollected him self and started typing a formal sort of apology so he could remove himself from the group and call it a day but then his phone vibrated again, signaling another picture.Arin sent an attachment “It would look better inside of me.”A photo of two fingers buried in Arin’s ass was filling up Vernon’s screen. Notably, a reasonably sized dildo was next to him along with a roughly used bottle of lube. Arin’s skin was flushed hot and red, meaning he and Dan had been at this for a while. There was no way he was meant to be a part of this, even if he wanted to be. He was already shirtless and silently embarrassed that his nipples were so hard so he decided to send a picture of his own. A picture of his face that made sure to show most of his bare torso just in case he was invited to this sex-fest of a group chat on purpose.Vernon sent an attachment“I feel like I’m not supposed to be here”Danny saw the message first and nearly fell off of his bed before he let the message sink in, running a hand through his hair. Maybe they had fucked up this time, hadn’t been as careful as they should be, but his persistent erection was not going away and the picture Vernon had sent wasn’t helping. The dude was hot as fuck.Arin could have been just as shocked, but he was much more concentrated on imagining that the now three fingers inside of him were Dan. The picture of Vernon only added to his fantasy, letting him imagine the three of them together. Him fucking Vernon while getting fucked by Dan- this could be wet dream fuel for weeks. He had to stop and catch his breath so he wouldn’t fall over the edge so soon. Dan sent a message“Sorry Vern, you weren’t supposed to see that.”Arin sent a message“Your dick? Hasn’t everyone seen that, I think the fingers in my ass were more shocking.”Vernon found himself laughing at the banter, hoping that no one was mad at him. He had almost been hoping that he was put in the chat on purpose. Vernon sent a message“So I can’t stay ” Vernon made sure to include a sad face so they knew it was joke, or at least that it was supposed to look like a joke. In reality if they kicked him out he would spend a few hours jerking it non-stop like he was 15 again. He couldn't help but start slipping out of his shorts, only a little bit ashamed of the way his half-hard dick bulging against his boxer briefs. They were a little too tight, but in a good way.God, he couldn't remember the last time he had wanted to show off like this. Arin sent a message “Well no one said that.”Dan sent a message “Well if you want to be here…”Vernon bit his lip when his erection stirred again. He was really going to do this. Not that he hadn't caught himself day dreaming about it sometimes. He figured another picture was in order. This time the only part of his face in the image was his mouth, and his boxer briefs were tugged down enough to see the beginning of hipbones and a dangerously low happy trail. Vernon sent an attachment Dan sent a message“Holy shit, Vern”Dan had stopped jerking himself off when Vernon’s first message came through, but he did not hesitate at all to continue again with the picture in front of him. He even took a quick video with a few breathy noises to show his approval. Arin sent a message “Fuck me, show some more”It was hard to type with one hand occupied, but he needed something. Arin let his fingers tease around his rim gently, sending shivers up his spine. His body shuddered in a way that told him he wanted more, but he didn't give himself that privilege. He wanted to see more of Vernon before he went any further. Vernon sent an attachment “You mean show you this?” Dan groaned out loud in frustration when Vernon’s picture only showed an inch lower than the last, his underwear still not off and on the floor where they belonged. So Dan sent his video. Dan sent an attachment“Just a little lower baby, please”Arin pouted for a few seconds about Dan using a pet name for Vernon, but then he was watching the video and he couldn't remember why he was irritated. Those long fingers wrapped around Dan's dick drove him fucking crazy in more ways than one. He could imagine his own hand in their place, his own fingertips teasing the head of that beautiful cock on every upstroke. But he could also imagine those fingers teasing him relentlessly, slowly brushing over the bundle of nerves deep inside that made jolts of pleasure shoot through his body. Thrusting faster as he begged for more and less at the same time. Milking him through a seemingly endless orgasm while jerking him slowly, aftershocks ripping through him- and that was when he had to the base of his own erection to ward off an impending orgasm. Arin sent a message“If you keep it up with the videos this is gonna end before we get to the fun part.” Vernon ended up staring at Danny’s video for a while before he finally gave in and pulled his cock out of his underwear, jerking it slowly while making some breathy sounds. He bit his lip while his mind flashed through possible fantasies. Sucking Dan off, eating Arin’s ass, sucking Dan off while Arin ate his ass, getting fucked by Arin, getting fucked by Dan, getting fucked by both of them at the same time. His hole twitched a little at that one as his mind wandered to being filled with two cocks at once. He moved a finger down to tease around his rim, but he didn't push it in. Shit, that felt good. He snapped a picture of his hardening length and clicked send, struggling to stop himself from getting lost in a fantasy when he could focus on the real thing. Vernon sent an attachmentDan didn't think that someone could take a dick pic that was cute, but of course Vernon could. Obviously it was fucking hot too, made Danny moan louder as he jerked himself like his life depended on it. Vernon wasn't completely hard in the photo, but he was getting there. God, Dan wished he could use his mouth to get Vernon all the way there. He also wished that he could see what Vernon’s hand was doing because it was definitely on his ass. Dan wanted to see that ass, wanted to see the ass he had admired through tight jeans with wandering eyes. He really wished he could see Vernon like that in person.Arin immediately thought about 69ing with Vernon while Dan watched and gave his prostate a few less than gentle rubs with his fingers. He was going to need that dildo soon, his fingers were now only succeeding in making him feel more desperate. Vernon had a nice dick and probably a nice ass and all Arin could think about was having Vernon and Dan dirty talking him at the same fucking time. Vernon and Danny both had adorable laughs, and while Danny's voice could tell him what to do and make his stomach do flips, he was sure Vernon’s innocent and adorable voice saying such vile and dirty things would drive him wild. Arin could hardcore bottom, but right now his mind was filled with Vernon telling him to fuck harder and Danny telling him how great he was doing. Arin sent a message“Is everyone alone right now?” Dan sent a message“I don't know what you're planning but I already like it.”Vernon sent a message“Yeah, why?”Arin smirked and sent a picture of him holding the dildo that he (surprisingly) hadn't started using yet. Arin sent an attachment“I want you to hear all the pretty noises I can make while shoving this up my ass.”Vernon sent a message“Like a conference call?”Dan sent a message“A sexy fucking conference call. Of course, babygirl.” It was only a few seconds before Vernon saw the incoming call on his screen, immediately answering and placing his phone on speaker so he could use both of his hands for this. “Hi there, Vern.” Danny’s voice rang through his phone a little more gravelly than normal, laden with arousal and need. That voice saying his name was enough to make him whine just a little. “Jesus, Vernon and me need to have a pretty noise contest, I'm sure Dan would love that.” There was a slick, sliding sound coming from Arin’s line. The lube was obviously coming out to play. Dan let out a shaky sigh, thinking about how much the combination of two sets of needy moans and helpless noises would get him going. Dan groaned softly as he involuntarily fucked up into his own fist, his cock beading just a bit of precome at the tip. He slowed his pace slightly. He was not going to come first. He was thankful for his self control when he heard Vernon speak, shaky and already sounding wrecked. “This is going to kill me-“ The sound of a bottle clicking open echoed over the phone. “Tell me what to do.”Dan cleared his throat, and he heard Arin choke on air around the same time. “Yeah, Dan, tell us what to do.” Danny took a moment to think about the fact that this was too good to be true, that having two attractive and willing men to boss around was obviously just a wet dream and a half, but then a loud, exaggerated moan from Arin snapped him out of it. “C’mon, Dan, I'm impatient.” It was Dan's turn to let out a pathetic whimper at the sinful pulse of pleasure in the bottom of his stomach. “Jesus- okay, Arin.” Dan took a deep breath, trying to recollect his thoughts. “You've been waiting almost an hour to finally get something inside of you, I know that.” Dan smirked. “So you're waiting longer, tease yourself but don't push it in yet.” A slightly annoyed noise came from Arin, but he followed the direction, no matter how badly he wanted to break it. The cold silicone was a shock to his senses, but he was more focused on the way his body tensed and relaxed against the toy. He was way to far gone for this teasing shit. When Dan spoke again, Arin let himself get lost in the tone of his voice. “Vernon, I heard you get lube so use it. Tease a little, but you can slip a finger in every so often.”Dan was satisfied with himself, listening to tiny, held back whimpers from both of them. A particularly loud moan from Vernon meant he was doing something right. “Vern, I think you can help both me and Arin out. Tell me what you're thinking about, what you want us to do to you.” Arin groaned deeply on the other end of the call, accidently letting the tip slide inside of him.Vernon felt his face get warm with embarrassment at the thought of revealing his fantasies. Dan cleared his throat in anticipation of an answer and Vernon was way too eager to provide one. “Well uh, first I thought about sucking you off, Dan- that video- I wanted it in my mouth.” Vernon bit his lip and made a desperate noise when he clenched around his own finger. “Then I thought about Arin eating me out at the same time.” Vernon spoke softer on that last point, but he moaned louder when he nailed his own prostate, slipping his fingers out so he wouldn’t overwhelm himself. Arin cut in with a shaky breath. “Fuck yes, keep talking.” Vernon spaced out for a second while trying to relax himself, but he was certain he has heard Dan tell Arin to start fucking himself. Judging by the string of desperate sounds and heavy breathing he had definitely started. “I thought about Arin fucking me then, about how he probably has a thick cock that could-“ Vernon whined just a little and started moving his hand again. “Fuck, it could leave me sore for a few days- in a good way.” Arin started slowly pushing the toy inside of him in and out, and in and out, with small, punched out moans. With the way he was jerking himself he wasn't going to last very long.“Then I thought about you fucking me because, shit, Dan I saw yours and it's that perfect length to hit just the right spot every time.” Vernon made a loud moaning- almost whimpering noise that he didn't think he could make, still teasing his fingers around his rim while he other hand continued it's up and down motion. “And you would fuck hard- and I'd tighten around you and everything would feel so intense.” Dan let out a low groan and then he was coming over his hand, thinking about being inside of Vernon. He was definitely coming first with no remorse. Vernon’s pace speeding up to a desperate one, the kind of disorganized mess that one became when they were so close they couldn't breath. “Ah- fuck- I can't stop thinking about both of you inside of me at the same time, stretching me open and filling me up with twice the come, it would feel so- ah.” Vernon was cut off by his own heavy breathing, a little quiet whining, and then he was feeling the starting pulse of an orgasm, a loud scream of a noise crackling over the phone while he repeated “Ah- I'm coming!” like a pornstar mantra. Dan hummed contently as the noises swept him through his aftershocks, laughing softly at how worked up Vernon had really gotten.Arin was not far behind, slamming himself down onto what he imagined to be Dan while he let out quiet little punched out breaths. Vernon’s fantasy only drove him farther, a moan the sounded like relief and happiness when he finally fell over the edge and shot onto his stomach. They all took a few moment of silence to calm down. “Vernon, can you like… actually take two dicks?” Arin sounded almost amazed, and Dan waited curiously. Vernon’s face actually went red now that his blood could rush somewhere else. “Well, yeah in theory. I just haven't done it with real people.” He neglected to explain the day he had literally gotten his own come in his hair while a hot, sweaty mess riding two dildos at the same time. Dan let out an exhausted, but interested breath, laughing into his blissful afterglow. “So when are you free?”

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wwe-fluff-fic · 7 years

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Roman Reigns - What Did I Just Witness...

Roman Reigns - Prompt #24 and #86: “Are you drunk?” and “Why are you walking around naked?”

- Warnings - Swearing, Sexual References.

Word Count - 1,666 words.

Requested by: Anon.

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“Woo!” You and several of your other girlfriends screamed as the last of the twelve men shut the door to your hired Las Vegas Mansion, leaving you all to get along with your huge girly night in. Most of the girls in the group had continuously bugged you about why you weren’t going on some wild night out to enjoy the nightlife of Vegas- your answer of ‘I don’t want to some big ass hangover on my wedding day’ was a simple yet effective way in shutting them up. One weekend in Vegas was all you had with the hectic schedule Roman and you were confined to therefore you had to make the most of what you had. Of course, Bachelor and Bachelorette parties on the Saturday and your Wedding Day on the Sunday. Yeah, not the smartest idea in the whole world... The day was all set to be perfect; what your dreams were made of, the picture you imagined at the age of five. The single greatest day of your life. A loud shrill of one of your bestfriends however broke you out of your small daydream.

“It’s time to partayyy” Nikki screamed whilst popping the first of what seemed to be endless bottles of champagne. You solely giggled at her as she began to haphazardly pour glasses for everyone, all except the very pregnant Brie who remained rolling her eyes at her clearly overly-eager twin.

“It’s hardly even a party,” you chimed in. “More like a bunch of girls wearing face masks, getting absolutely pissed out of their minds whilst watching some random ass shows on the television.” Your small remark caused a flurry of cackles to erupt from the women scattered around the lavish living area.

“Hey, it’s a celebration and a celebration means a party you bitch.” Renee practically screeched in your ear as she began hugging you, ultimately causing both of your bodies to topple over and land lying tightly against each other. Yeah... basically spooning... You shook your head and plainly laughed at the already slightly tipsy blonde as all the other girls nodded and hummed in agreement of Renee’s previous statement.

~ Later On ~

Somehow still after two whole hours, you were sprawled on the sofa in the ever-so-slightly peculiar position with your friend. Face masks were done, alcohol had been consumed by almost everyone- maybe a little too much and at this point it was clear to see everyone was just waiting for their ‘men’ to return from whatever adventures they decided to embark on. God only knows what time they’d be back though. “Alright let’s talk about some girly things,” Naomi muttered, breaking the silence that had formed in the room. An instant sense of fear rushed over you- I mean who wouldn’t be a little scared, they were bound to come up with the most awkward or ridiculous questions going.

“I’ll start!” Nattie pretty much begged, leaving you with basically no choice but to nod in agreement. “So Y/N... How are you feeling, like you’re getting married tomorrow!?” It all seemed so crazy. Yours and Roman’s relationship never truly was a secret, news spread 3 years ago exactly a week after you’d been on your first official date. Everything just seemed so right with him so why would you have kept it as any form of secret? He just knew you and you knew him... it was almost as if he was a part of you; to the point where if he left you wouldn’t know how to cope. It was as if commitment was an easy thing to agree to; but only with him.

Questions continued to flow around a circle from the 3 seated on the other sofa to the others who were left on the floor. “Alright, so Y/N, have you talked about kids with Roman?” Lana questioned, shifting her body on the immaculate flooring to be rested on her elbows.

“Erm, I mean yeah we’ve discussed it and we both do want kids but like I just don’t want to really stop work you know.” That was a tricky situation in itself to even remotely talk about. Yeah, you wanted kids and yeah it’d be incredible with Roman but just the simple thought of potentially stopping your dream career was heartbreaking. Of course, it’d happen eventually, just not anytime soon.

The spiral of questions soon reached the final person, Renee. “Well the real question is... how’s he in bed?” You instantly felt your cheeks flush a bright crimson and a smirk etched its way onto your face. “Awh well that just means he’s great then.” Renee responded to your visible answer through the form of complete embarrassment.

A mass of ‘awhs’ arose during the crowd before a sharp click virtually silenced them. Your body immediately shot up as seeing your soon-to-be husband enter through the door, a small velvet box cupped in his hands. “Hey babygirl.” He mumbled bringing you into a tight embrace as you rushed towards him. “I have something for you. I’ve been told every bride should have something old, new, borrowed and blue and since you already have the new dress, the old hair-piece and Nikki’s white Louboutins, I decided to get you this. He gently opened the tiny box, revealing a perfect pair of blue diamond earrings which instantly left you gushing in pure astonishment.

“Oh my god Roman. I seriously can’t believe you, these must have cost a fortune!” You babbled on, tugging your long hair into a loosely knotted bun.

“Don’t worry about that babygirl. Tomorrow’s our day.” Romans voice always soothed you, whether it’d be before you fell asleep or after a stressful day at work. He always seemed to have that trick up his sleeve; that way of making everything feel as though it was going to be okay- well, more than that... perfect. His fingers intertwined with the fallen strands of hair framing your face before he delicately placed his soft lips against yours. It wasn’t long before the rest of the guys entered the house, greeting their other halves. “Okay Y/N I’m going to head to bed before I literally pass out.”

“Alright we are going in like 5 minutes but I’m gonna stay the night in Renee’s room since I figured we shouldn’t see each other tomorrow, you know superstition and all that...so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow handsome. Night babe.” You explained releasing your arms from his extremely attractive, toned biceps to watch him walk away. All the guys seemed to have the same idea, heading towards the barrage of different bedrooms in the distant corridor. “Erm Dean your bedroom should be the second on the left. Everyone else knows where they are.”

You slumped back onto the sofa to continue your conversations with the girls for a little longer. The conversations were solely supposed to last five minutes; those 5 minutes soon turned into 10. “He’s just really sweet and gentle you know.” You answered to Maryse’s prior question, not realizing the immediate switch in Tamina’s facial expressions.

“My god, my eyes hurt. I’m not supposed to be seeing this.” She blurted out, shielding her eyes with the palms of her hands. What the hell was going on!?

“Gurl... you’re so getting it good.” Naomi’s words directed towards you. Utter confusion was the only thing on your mind right now. Your back was faced away from whatever had caused this mixture of reactions wherein all the rest of the group were gasping in shock as well.

You sat up in a fast pace, head already pounding to turn to witness that... it. “Roman what the actual fuck!? Why are you walking around naked?” There he was stood... your future husband. No towel, no boxers, nothing... just bare. “Are you drunk? There has to be some reason at least for this.”

“No! I swear I am not drunk, it’s just he was there and we were spooning and-” His words were cut off not only due to the eruptions of laughter filling the atmosphere but the urgent ‘what!?’ that rolled off your tongue.

Soon after the faint sound of footsteps could be distinguished, getting louder every second until another lean build came into view. “Ah shit.” Dean’s raspy voice muttered as he then realized everyone staring his direction. “Well, this is awkward.”

“Renee... can you please explain to me why both of our men are standing in front of everyone butt naked? Cos’ I can’t.” You questioned turning to your friend, your tone becoming more and more sarcastic by the minute as you desperately tried to seek an answer to this.

“Look Y/N, I was just lying there minding my own business, doing my sleeping and then I feel someone get into bed so obviously I’m like oh that’s you. So then I start spooning this person, naked might I add and then realised. Why the hell are you so bloody hairy... So I ran out thinking you guys would stick to your word and be gone but here I am. Naked.” It was hard to even take this partially seriously, like come on; Roman and Dean. You tried to keep it cool but it was just way too difficult at this point and you couldn’t contain the fit of laughter forming inside of you. It was even hard to find breath in between the on-going giggles leaving your mouth- it was borderline impossible!

It seemed like that with the other girls as well, it was just surprising how none of the other guys woke up. I guess they were pretty drunk then... That’s surely the only reason they weren’t able to hear the roars of eleven high-pitched giggles. Well, what would have been twelve, however it didn’t seem as though Tamina was enjoying this whole situation... at all. “Okay you know what, all of you guys can’t stop fucking laughing so Roman can you go and put some clothes on before my eyes literally burn.”

A/N - Okay it’s finally done after having to restart the whole thing -.- Anyways who doesn’t love a little bit of Roman so I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I do! xo ~ Nikkii.

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butter-ff · 7 years

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Papi's BabyGirl...

Aubrey: Porter and I have been back together for about a month and a half. She is now 24 weeks pregnant and just as gorgeous as ever. Milo is doing great in there and we can't wait to meet him. Today is my birthday... I'm 30. I rolled over with no Porter in sight and realized that I missed my workout. I sat up in bed to check some emails when Porter came in singing happy birthday with a tray in her hands. "Happy Birthday baby!!!! I am so glad I get to start your day with you and end it with you tonight!! Oh and say Happy Birthday daddy I can't wait to meet you in a couple months... I'm still chilling in mom right now!!" I laughed at the voice she made for Milo as she sat the tray in my lap. There is so much food on this thing. She made pancakes, bacon, eggs, and grits... and is that a hash brown yes lawd! BabyGirl knows how to handle business. I blew out the lone candle in the stack of pancakes and pecked her lips as she sat in the bed next to me. "I would have enjoyed you for breakfast just fine!" I said with a smirk. "I bet!" She held up two forks and two knives, I grabbed a set and she dug in with hers. We fed each other occasionally and talked about different things as we ate. "What are your plans today?" I asked. She finished chewing before grabbing a piece of bacon. "Coming into work with you for a little bit, I need to meet with Oliver on the little kids line, and then transforming the gallery again... why do you want your dinner at the Pier again?" She asked and I shrugged. "Because it's private and intimate!" I responded and she shrugged with a smile. "Ok babe whatever you want it's your day old man!" I smirked looking at her as she giggled. I placed the tray off to the side and trapped her between me and the bed making her scream and laugh. "I'm old huh BabyGirl?" I asked tickling her belly and getting our son involved. I lifted her shirt and blew on her stomach before kissing all over it. "Milo mommy says I'm old, I'm only 30!! Tell her to play nice, on daddy's birthday!" I talked to my son and felt him kick. "You're sexy does that help?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. I squeezed one of her ass checks and rubbed her belly studying her beauty. "I know I'm sexy and so is my woman, even though she's a baby. But she's carrying my baby which means he's gonna break hearts cause his parents are sexy!" I smiled as she laughed rubbing my head that lay softly on her breasts. This is what we do. This is our happy normal, whether it's at my house or her penthouse it doesn't matter as long as we're together. Eventually we got up. "It's your day so you get whatever you want today!" She said as I helped her up from the bed. "I want mommy and Milo to take a bath with daddy!" I answered leading her to the bathroom. We took a bath and proceeded to act like little kids splashing bubbles at each other. "Imagine family baths when Milo is here!" P said with excitement and my heart swelled at the sound of family. My little family... who would even think I'd be here right now excited about starting my own family with the woman of my dreams I didn't even know I had! We got out and dried each other off before P gave me Birthday head. Let's just say I went to work a very happy man today! We pulled up to work in my car and Celeste is meeting us here to drive P to The Pier after her meeting here. I helped her out the car grabbing her hand as she insistently carried my briefcase. We spoke to everyone as we passed before getting on the elevator. I gently pushed her into the wall and kissed her with all the passion I felt for her. She moaned lightly as I grabbed as much booty as I could. The elevator dinged and I slowly pulled back still squeezing the cheeks. "Well you're having a good morning!" We both looked to see all my guys waiting at the elevator! "Good morning Porter!" They all chorused as I let her off first and followed behind. She laughed speaking to each of them as the rubbed and talked to her belly. "Happy Birthday brother!" Noah was the first to tell me as we hugged and I thanked him before each of my Boys followed after. "Thanks y'all a happy birthday it is!" I stated wrapping my arms around Porter and guiding her into my office. "P took care of business this morning like she always does... that's why he's so happy!" Mark said with a glint of humor in his voice as my boys laughed. "Mind your business Mark!" Porter chided and he put his hands up. Drew came in and wished me a happy birthday before briefing me on my day. Porter pecked my lips before heading out with Niko. "Have a good day baby I'll see you tonight!" She said while leaving. "Thanks baby I love you!" She turned and smiled before coming back over to me and giving me one hell of a kiss. "I love you so much more baby and don't you ever forget that!" I stared after her almost mesmerized by the seductive way she said those words to me. "Damn y'all are intense!" Oliver stated with a smirk and my Boys left agreed. "She did give you top this morning huh?" Before I could respond he got a message and looked at me shaking his head. "She text me to mind my business... that woman is magical!" We all laughed at his face and they left me alone to get to work. Porter had a special lunch delivered to my office for the entire building, and I'm going to marry that girl I swear! Everyone was so thankful for the delicious free lunch that I got a plethora of emails from people thanking me and wishing me a happy birthday. I got a call from Jaya right when I was gonna call P. On Phone: Me: Hey Jay what's up!? Jaya: Hey birthday boy happy birthday! Me:thank you beautiful! She laughed on the other end and I smiled. Jaya: I know your girl is treating you right today. Me:that she is, she always does... Jaya: well I won't hold you long just wanted to say happy birthday and I hope you have an amazing day!! Me: thanks that means a lot coming from you! Jaya: anytime, bye Aubrey. Me: bye Ms. Jaya! She giggled as we hung up and I called Porter. P: Hey Birthday man! I instantly smiled at the sound of her voice. Me: have I told you how amazing you are? P: not today, but go ahead I'm always here for compliments! We laughed. Me: thank you for lunch baby, my whole building appreciates it. P: you're welcome now reach under your desk and tell me what you find... I raised an eyebrow before reaching under my desk and feeling an envelope taped to the bottom. I grabbed it opening it to see a pair of black lace panties inside. They smelled like Porter. Me: this is kinky P what are they for? P: open your big drawer! I was really intrigued now. I opened my drawer to find a book with my name engraved on the front and a sexy picture of Porter in a nightie in black and white on the cover. Me: when did you put this in here P? P: I didn't Celeste did it while I distracted you before we left! My baby is sneaky man! P: are you alone? Me: yea why? P: go lock the door and then sit at your desk. I did what she said and sat back down. Me: ok... P: now pull out my favorite candy stick! Me: why? P: open the book and you'll know! I opened the book with a raised eyebrow, and the first pic was sexy as shit I instantly got... oh that's why. Me: it's out. P: good boy, now flip through the pages and give my little man some attention. I did what she said and each page got more raunchy then the last until the last page where she was but naked spread eagle across two pages staring seductively back at me with that sexy ass baby bump. Me: when baby? I asked breathlessly ready to bust. P: two weeks ago, you like it? Me: I love it! P: good leave it at work in a safe place for when you get stressed out! I couldn't respond because I had to clean up my predicament. P: Happy Birthday baby! She said quietly and I could here the laugh in her throat. We hung up and I stared at the book again. End Phone... The rest of the day flew as I left and got ready for my annual birthday dinner. I dressed in a specially made suit just for my birthday and headed to The Pier with the guys. "You ready for this AG?" Chubbs asked and I smiled. "I've never been more ready!" I answered. We pulled up and got out. Porter had instructed my occasional driver to come get the guys and I from the house. She had a stylist and endless whiskey waiting for us at the house as well as my barber and a nice ass watch and cufflinks that she had engraved. My baby has been going all out all day. We went in and I was bomb rushed with Happy Birthday's and hugs from my friends and family. My mother stood back with Porter as everyone spoke to me before I made my way over to them. "Hi mama!" I said kissing her cheek and picking her up making her laugh. "Hi my Aubrey Happy Birthday sweetie!" I thanked her as I put her back down and put my attention on my gorgeous woman. "Hey baby!" She smiled as I pecked her lips. "Birthday man, it's been a good day for you but I plan to make it an even better night!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and we stared at each other. "How did you two even last so long apart... y'all are like one person!" Her mother joked coming to stand beside us. "It wasn't easy!!" I said honestly. "For her either, though she likes to play like she was good... she was a mess!" Mrs. P stated and I laughed. "Ma really!?" Porter said looking at her. I gently pulled Porter with me so we could sit and eat. I stood up and held up my glass. "I just want to thank everyone for coming out tonight to celebrate my dirty 30 with me! Each one of you means so much to me, and I can't thank God enough for y'all... but I want to give a special thanks to my rib! Porter you have made this day so special for me and I love you so much. I can't imagine this day or my life without you in it!!" I pecked her lips and we got a mixture of sighs and awws, as everyone drank. "I swear I thought you were going to propose!" Erin was the first to say and the women all nodded. My boys all smirked and I sat down quietly as the food came out. We ate and joked and enjoyed each other's company. I rubbed P's belly to calm Milo down when he became a little too rowdy for his mother. My mom gushed over the belly most of dinner not even trying to hide her excitement for her first grandchild. "Yo Emilio is going to be so spoiled!" Steez said from down the table and everyone laughed agreeing. "Say never spoiled just loved!" Porter spoke for him in her baby voice. "You guys are going to be great parents, I can feel it!" Her Grams said smiling at us. "Thanks Grams!!" Porter said with tears in her eyes and I quickly wiped them. E: oh my goodness Butta you are so attentive to her, I can't wait to see you with little Milo! You're already so good with Mani." I smiled at E and winked. The table was clear and P left coming back with my nice ass cake as everyone sang happy birthday. I said a prayer and blew out my candles. Porter fed me a piece and it was so good. "Yo who made this cake?" Mark asked stuffing his face. "Guilty!" P said feeding me another piece. "You know he can feed himself right P?" Steez asked and I stuck my tongue out at him. "You are correct Stephano he can, but my king isn't lifting a finger on his day!" I pecked her lips causing her to giggle. "Tell him baby!" I encouraged. "Y'all are so cute!!!" Celeste gushed. "So you're doing this for my birthday then?" Julian asked her and she looked him upside his head causing all of us to laugh. "Baby eat some cake I know little man will like it!" I said taking the spoon and feeding her some. We all finished cake and I took it as my cue. "So I asked Porter to put the pictures from our baby announcement back up in the gallery, I would love it if we could all look at them again." No one questioned me out loud at least as we all made our way back into the gallery. Celeste has not only been helping Porter today, but she's also been helping me. Mark came through earlier and helped her as well so we could pull this off. As Porter and everyone began to look at the pictures again, Mark got the lights and Celeste cued the overhead speaker. My voice alone came over explaining how I felt through meeting Porter and this pregnancy. P had seen all of the pictures except we added the sonogram, the picture from the gala, and the picture we took in my office from the Forbes shoot. When she turned around to me I was down on one knee. "Oh my God!" Was the collective response as Porter stood frozen. "Aubrey get up!" She said in disbelief. I chuckled and began speaking from my heart. "When Steez came to me asking for a favor to let his little sister work for me, something in my heart told me I was in trouble. And it was defiantly right because the moment I laid eyes on you when you first walked into my office I fell hard. You gave me a hard time at first always the professional, and you made me so jealous it was weird. But the moment you gave me your most precious gift of yourself, I knew no other man could have you because I would make you mine. I say things I've never said or felt before when it comes to you, and I do things I've never done for any other woman. I went through hell for months without you to watch you become an even more amazing woman from a distance. I continue to fall more deeply in love with you every day and now you're carrying a part of both of us and I'm excited to wake up every morning knowing that I get the pleasure of saying you're mine. So I am finally asking after so long of wanting to and having this ring since the day you left... Porter Sophia Pier will you marry me?" Her hand on her chest and tears streaming down her face she nodded and I finally let out the breath I was holding. "A million times yes!" She came to me and I slid the ring on her finger before kissing her with all the love in my heart. Everyone clapped and cheered and I feel like the women were crying a river. I placed my forehead on P's and kissed her tears away. "I love you so much BabyGirl!" I said to her. "My cup runneth over Papi!" She whispered back with a smirk. "Don't start woman!" We laughed and everyone came to congratulate us. "Chunk this ring is giving me soooo much life!" Remy said looking at it. "I had a feeling I just knew!!!" Erin said hugging me. "Take care of her like we said!" Steez hugged me after her. "Oh my god so the baby and then we have to get that body looking right for your dress, and we have to..." Bam started and we all laughed. "One thing at a time Bam!" Porter said. We took a picture of my hand on her stomach and her hand over mine showing off her ring as we kissed each other. Champagnepapi: Daddy, Mommy, and Milo forever... she said yes! Best birthday ever. ❤️🙌🏽👶🏽🎂 PG_13: Happy Birthday Baby I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you!! 💍🎂😘 BamBam: Happy Birthday Big Head!! He liked it so much he put a ring on it y'all!! 😍🎂👑 StephanoEmilio: Happy Birthday Bro!! Take care of them! 👶🏽💍👊🏽👀 Ovomark: More life and blessings bro! We knew she was a keeper! ✊🏽👌🏽💍 #30 Chubbsview: Grown mans shit... The Grahams 💍👶🏽🎂 Ovo40: Family... Happy Bornday Brother! 💍👶🏽🎂 YouloveRemy: Sooooo Happy for y'all!! 😩💍 Happy Birthday Chunk 🙈 PrettEmama: Words can't not express right now. You two deserve so much happiness congrats! And Happy Birthday Butta!!! 😘❤️️💍🎂 AEgames: Take care of my Godsister champagnepapi, Happy Birthday ✊🏽🎂 Celestebaby: You deserve the world and I know he'll give it to you!! Happy Birthday Boss Man ✊🏽😍💍❤️️ It'sJu: Treat my best friend right my friend, Happy Birthday! #PrincessPgottheD 😂💍🎂👶🏽👀 We laughed at the posts everyone made before calling it at night. I got my baby, my fiancé, and my health. A happy birthday it was indeed... Only two more to go!! Leave me love ❤️

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