not-my-boss'-business

((Sorry this blog’s been kinda dead lately ;w;))

Beating major d*ck.

Some people just like to use their power to bash people and degrade people publicly. Whenever I encounter these people I like to grasp the situation firmly in hand and beat them down. In this case I give you special piece of crap we shall call D*ck. D*ck is a older guy who has worked for a branch of state law enforcement for many years. He was very vocal about being three years away from full state retirement and about his rank in state gov.

I was working as a contractor doing some I.T. work. We had a large group to move the department forward at least 10 years technology wise. It was all hands on deck to prep computers for the incoming new computers and of course setting up the new ones. In my case as a coder/network grunt I was being ‘borrowed’ and more than happy to help.

D*ck was the only jerk out of at least 300 people I had enjoyably encountered. He complained about anything he could figure to complain about and would go over the departments managers heads to complain. Part of what I was asked to do was inventory their software used, directories mapped, and to copy files to their new network folders. Keep in mind we did a copy of the data and not a move. When new computers arrived the network copy served as a way to making sure the data was backed up before it was cloned over to the new system. D*ck was livid that someone touched his computer and swore we deleted a file we could not find.

I was marched up to his office with my management team and the department’s senior. I promptly found his file on his new system (and on the network). I happened to notice that he had newly installed a newsreader but did not say anything about it. I knew if I called him out on it I would get canned and they would not look into it. Instead I opened the reader while D*ck was bashing me in the hallway to his audience and changed his preferences. Now the files would not delete when they were read or deleted. Keeping in mind this was in the late 90’s and the internet was still a new thing for many. A lot of people would download their porn from newsgroups (usenet) by using a newsreader to download everything new dumped in the selected group (think like a folder). Groups would follow a theme or where supposed to. The reader would put all the pieces together so you could see the images or video and copy them to folders. I was made to apologize  in front of him and marched off in shame. D*ck was really throbbing with all of his smugness.

I was passed off from that project to just doing a rework of some DOS based software. I told my suck up manager that a lot of people were downloading and installing software on their own. My manager clicked that it was work we could be tasked with doing to create billable hours and that he could score suckup points with. This in turn created various email distributions and policy updates. I also point out that we need something about appropriate usage - great! The policy also now highlights that any private use on government equipment is subject to the same rules as fraud - perfect. This helps later because there is NO wiggle room for offenders. In turn my manager was more than pleased with me and treated me golden - hell he even bought me lunch.

I quickly forgot all about D*ck and found myself expanding the list of software that needed to be rewritten by me. This kept me busy and extended my contract. My boss was happy, my agency was happy, and my clients were very happy.

Fast forward few months later. I get back to the office and the bosses are there looking for a coworker. They asked me if I knew anything about d*cks new system and I told them HELL no. They walk off and told me if I saw the coworker to send him over.

When my coworker (who was an employee and not a contractor) returned I told him about the managers, my encounter with Major D*ck and tipped him off about the newsreader. My coworkers eyes lit up and he stood straight like a huge weight had been lifted. It turns out that D*ck once again had senior staff watch the 'stupid idiot’ fix the computer that the “tech broke being incompetent’. Surprise - It turns out it was out of disk space and would not re-start. The tech had to boot from a disk and delete temp files just to boot. In front of everyone the tech points out that one directory was filling the drive with images. Once he had everyone’s attention he then popped open some images. Porn immediately filled the screen including some very sketchy stuff from what I hear.

The tech was ushered out and D*ck lost his job. Instead of putting D*ck into jail they covered asses and terminated him. No job, no power, and pension for you D*CK.

Faking It

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: All the Avengers

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Okay, I’m terrible at summaries. Just read the imagine and tell me what you think. If you want to be tagged on all of my works tell me, please. And if you want a second part to this tell me, it’s still under consideration

All other parts are on the masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

It was the annual family reunion. Well, not so annual. The last family reunion was two years ago and the last family reunion you attended was six years go. You were a teenager at the time and itching to leave home. Not to mention you were the definition of teenage angst.

Now, you were someone completely different. You were Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger. You were badass and can take down a man in less than 5 seconds. You didn’t have any powers, but you were a skillful fighter. It was a dream when Nick Fury offered you to join the elite team. So much adrenaline and you absolutely loved the members of your team.

Your family didn’t know this, of course, they think you’re a secretary for Tony Stark. Which isn’t an entire lie. You and Tony came to an agreement and he allowed you to pass that small lie. He was a good friend and you always did favors for him, you didn’t mind of course.

However, now that you’re going back home after not seeing your family for so many years, your mother is gonna expect some things. Knowing your mother, she will either hope for a man on your hand, a ring on your finger, or maybe even a baby bump. You surely didn’t have any of those. You also didn’t want to seem like a complete loser. Your older brother was already married with a baby on the way. Your older sister was engaged. Which means that they will be nagging you about how you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

You certainly didn’t want to walk into that reunion empty handed.

An idea popped into your head, not a very good one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to ask Steve if he can accompany you. The look on their faces when I walk in there with Captain America will be priceless! You thought to yourself.

“FRIDAY? Where’s Steve?” You asked the system.

“Captain Rogers is in the gym, Miss Y/L/N,” She replied.

“Thank you,” You added and walked down to the gym. Just like you were said, Steve was hitting the punching bag. The muscles on his back were visible through his tight shirt. His blond hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat.

“Steve,” You called.

He turned and smiled at you, “Hi Y/N.”

You waltzed towards him, “Stevie Wonder, Stevie boy, Steve baby.” You poked his firm chest at each ridiculous nickname you gave him.

He had an amusing look on his face, “What is it?”

“So listen,” You patted his chest one more time before drawing your attention towards his face. “I have this family reunion coming up next week and my mother is expecting me to walk in with a significant other, so I was hoping you could go with me.” You smiled widely.

Steve raised his eyebrows, he looked surprised and flattered at the same time. A small blush rose on his cheeks, “Y/N, I’d love to, really I would, but I’m busy next week. Upcoming mission with Sam.”

You groaned, “Sam was my second choice.”

He laughed, “Sorry Y/N. If you asked me sooner, maybe I could’ve gone.”

“My mother called me this morning, it was all news to me too,” You paused. “Alright gotta find another date.”

“Ask Tony,” He asked, though it came out like a sarcastic comment.

“Tony is old enough to be my dad,” You said.

“And I’m old enough to be your grandpa,” He joked.

“Right you are there, gramps. But no, my family thinks I’m Tony’s secretary so it would be a bit questionable to be dating your boss,” You explained as you left the gym. The doors slid shut behind you.

“Okay,” You said aloud. “Steve is out, so is Sam, Tony definitely.” You gasped. “Thor!”

You went in search for Thor and found him in the lounge area. Mjolnir sat on the coffee table in front of him. Thor was balancing a book in one hand and using his free hand to hold a Poptart. His blond locks were pulled into a bun. His eyes narrowed down at his book. He looked so concentrated that you almost didn’t want to interrupt him.

“Hey Thor,” You greeted.

“Lady Y/N!” he looked up and bellowed.

“Just Y/N, remember? Whatcha reading?” You asked and plopped down on the couch next to him.

“A very interesting book, lots of death,” He smiled and showed you the cover of a book you didn’t recognize. “Hey Thor, I have this family thing coming up and I was wondering if you could go with me. It’s next week.” You said hopeful.

“I have Asgardian business to take care of,” He replied. “But why would you need me to go? Does your family want to see a real life Asgardian god?”

“Kind of. They’re just having high hopes of me being in a relationship. Considering the fact that all my other siblings and cousins are married, dating someone or engaged. I am the only single cousin that I know of.”

“Just tell your parents the truth. Say ‘Mother, Father, I have no one.’” Thor smiled and shrugged. “Simple as that.”

“You don’t get it, Thor, I can’t say that.” You whined and buried your head in a pillow.

“I’ll never understand your Midgardian ways,” He frowned.

Your shoulders slumped once again, you stood up and left.

The rest of the day you asked everyone who was a worthy candidate. Natasha said that she was busy of course. She was going on that mission with Steve. Wanda didn’t feel comfortable to be around so many unknown people. Pietro would not go anywhere without his sister because he didn’t want to leave her alone. You didn’t want to ask Vision because you knew he’d say no and you’re convinced he has a thing for Wanda.

You slid down in the chair and mumbled miserably to yourself. You had checked off everyone on the list. No one could go. You banged your head against the island as you tried to come up with another plan.

“Hey Y/N,” Bucky entered the kitchen.

It’s as if the gods spoke to you and brought Bucky to you. How could you forget him! He’s your last hope.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You clung onto him.

He gave you an alarmed look, “Y/N.”

“Bucky, I have a family reunion coming up and my mom and pretty much everyone is expecting me to go with someone. A spouse, of course, and I don’t have one. I already asked Steve and he’s going on a mission with Sam and Natasha. Thor can’t go because he has Asgardian business. Tony is my boss. Clint has a wife. Wanda can’t go because she doesn’t feel comfortable and Pietro doesn’t want to leave her alone. I can’t take Vision because everyone will flip their shit when I show up with Robot Jesus. I’m freaking out because you’re my only hope and I completely forgot about you and if you can’t go I’m gonna be doomed. I’ll be the butt of everyone’s joke and I don’t like being the butt, Bucky.”

“Y/N,” Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little. “You’re talking so fast and so much.”

You breathed, “Sorry, I’m just freaking out!”

“Calm down,” He said. “When is it?”

“Next week,” You replied.

“Where?”

“Back home in California.”

He nodded, “I’ll do it.”

You perked up, “Really?”

He nodded once again and smiled, “Can’t be too bad? It’ll be fun, besides. I’ve been stuck in here for too long doing nothing good. Also, I’ve always wanted to go to the west coast.”

You squealed and threw your arms around him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated. “You saved my ass.”

“I think I’m gonna be doing plenty of that these next few days.”

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Strip That Down

You first meet Ong Seongwoo at a strip club, not amused by his silk shirt and easy smiles. However, you’re soon exposed to the other sides of his personality, and find yourself genuinely enjoying his company.

  • for anon who requested stripper!ong
  • i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane
  • not much like sexy times bc this turned into a lowkey ‘let’s humanize ppl who work in the sex industry bc they’re too often overlooked/stigmatized’ work

  • You huffed, staring down intently at the book you had out, doing your best to block out the loud music blaring in the background
  • “(y/n), you’re so lame,” your best friend complained, hitting on the shoulder
  •  You rolled your eyes, briefly looking up at the stage
  • Your best friend, who had recently turned 21, dragged you and the rest of your friend group to a male strip club to celebrate her adulthood, much to your chagrin
  •  “whatever,” you muttered, going back to the book you’d been reading for your English class
  • You’d only really gone along with the plan to appease your friend—you had absolutely no interest in male strippers
  • There wasn’t anything wrong with strippers themselves, you just weren’t super into watching guys grind on thin air in thongs
  • “oh my god,” your friend hissed, hitting you again, this time much more violently
  • “what?” you asked, not bothering to look up from your book
  • “look up!” your best friend hissed, still hitting you violently
  • your eyes raised slowly from the text in front of you, meeting the piercing, intense gaze of one of the men dancing on stage
  • his body was lithe as he moved fluidly, hips grinding to the slow beat that had been playing for the dancers’ set
  • “oh my god, he’s staring at you,” your friends squealed, hitting you excitedly
  • you watched as he lifted his shirt, moving his body to the smooth rhytm as he exposed his abs amidst the hordes of screaming girls
  • however, the entire time, his eyes never left yours
  • you quirked an eyebrow, turning your attention back to your book
  • however, you were forced to look up again when cheers errupted once more
  • the guy was slowly taking off his shirt, still staring at you with a seductive look
  • shaking your head, you lifted your book and tried to block out the noise
  • “we’re gonna head to the bathroom, (y/n),” your friend informed you, standing up
  • you nodded, waving them off and assuring your friends that you’d watch their things
  • the music was still loud, but the dancers before, including the one that had been staring at you, were no longer onstage, and you turned back to your book
  • you’d managed to get through a chapter and were starting on the next when you realized that someone was standing in front of you, blocking your source of light
  • it was the dancer from earlier, and you lifted an eyebrow in confusion
  • “you know, i’ve never seen someone pay to get into a strip club and proceed to ignore the dancers,” he said with a smirk, meeting your gaze intensely
  • he was handsome, and you felt your stomach flutter a bit but ignored it, reminding you that being flirtatious was part of his job
  • his voice was smooth and rough at the same time, almost like velvet
  • “i’m here for a friend,” you explained, wanting to just get back to your book
  • “i’d like to offer you a complimentary private show,” he said smoothly, giving you a wink
  • you just stared back at him, confused
  • “my boss is getting irritated with you; it looks bad for business,” he said hastily, “but whaddya say to the private show? i know you don’t want to be here, but i’ve heard that i can be very convincing.”
  • “they’ll go,” your best friend said, shoving you towards the guy
  • you stumbled a bit and he reached out to straighten you, your stomach fluttering as his hand tightened around your shoulder
  • you rolled your eyes but let yourself get pulled to one of the back rooms, still skeptical to the whole situation
  • he showed you where to sit and strutted over to start playing his choice of music
  • you wrinkled your nose as ‘the way’ by kehlani started playing, not wanting your favorite song to be forever tied to such a strange memory
  • he began dancing to the music fluidly, and you felt incredibly awkward as he got closer to you, eyes boring intensely into your own
  • you felt your face blush a bit as he got even closer, averting your eyes as  he yanked his shirt off in one fell swoop, unsure of what to do
  • he was so close that you could see every detail of his skin– the small scar on his collarbone, the tattoo on his rib, swirling letters that spelled out–
  • “is that an edgar allen poe tattoo?” you blurted out as he began thrusting his hips, ruining the moment entirely
  • without thinking, your finger was running over the letters that spelled out ‘nevermore’, appreciating the tattoo
  • “it is, actually,” the dancer smiled, looking down at it, “the raven was the first poem i truly enjoyed, it’s what got me into poetry, actually.”
  • “you’re into poetry?” you asked, impressed
  • “why, surprised that some run-of-the-mill stripper like me can appreciate the finer arts?” the dancer asked with a slight sneer
  • “that’s not what I meant,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at how defensive he’d gotten, “i just haven’t met many people my age who truly appreciate poetry.”
  • as the dancer– seongwoo, as he introduced himself– tugged his shirt back on, the ‘private show’ completely forgotten, he told you about how he was majoring in business at the local university that you attended as well
  • “i’m a lit major,” you explained, “why aren’t you majoring in lit, if you love poetry so much?”
  • “parents didn’t approve,” seongwoo sighed, running a hand through his perfectly gelled inky black hair
  • the two of you sat there for a while, talking about what books you’d read recently and giving each other suggestions
  • “ong, finish up! it’s been over an hour!” someone yelled, pounding on the door to the room that you and seongwoo were sitting in
  • seongwoo looked startled and checked his phone, eyes widening when he realized how long he’d been talking with you
  • “i should probably get back on the job,” seongwoo said ruefully, getting to his feet, “but hey, it was nice talking to you.”
  • “seongwoo,” you said tentatively before he stepped out into the loud club, “the coffee shop that I work at has open mic nights. every tuesday at seven. you should go sometime.”
  • seongwoo looked at you thoughtfully, a small smile dancing on his lips
  • “i’ll think about it,” he replied
  • “you should do it,” you insisted, “i can be very convincing.” 
  • seongwoo chuckled at the way that you used his own words against him, giving you a quick wink before striding off down the hall, confidence and facade back on again.
  • you smiled at that, pleasantly surprised at what an interesting person seongwoo was
  • however, you were still surprised to hear that velvety voice as you wiped down a counter
  • “i guess you are pretty convincing.”
  • “seongwoo, you came!” you smiled over at him widely, tucking the rag into your pocket
  • “you fit the vibe of this place pretty well,” he commented, eyes scanning over the warm browns and tan of the coffee shop decor before running up and down your sweater and boots combo
  • “well, you fit the vibe of the club pretty well,” you shot back with a grin, feeling more flirty now that you were in your element, “Mr. Chic.”
  • seongwoo just grinned at that, ruffling his hair
  • you took the chance to take in his appearance, appreciating how good he looked in a sweatshirt and jeans, dark hair falling into his eyes
  • it was a nice contrast from the silk shirt, leather pants and pushed back hair you’d first seen him in, but you didn’t know which look you liked more
  • “you can find a seat, i can make you a drink if you’d like,” you informed him, “the open mic will start in about ten minutes.”
  • “i’ll take an iced espresso,” seongwoo replied, sending you a quick smile
  • you nodded, hurrying behind the bar to get his shot started
  • seongwo ended up going closer to the end of the night, sharing a short but extremely well-written poem 
  • it was very intriguing, and spoke of conflicted emotions and the struggle between loyalty to others and oneself
  • you were reminded of what he’d told you a few nights ago, about his parents not approving of him majoring in literature
  • “you’re a really good poet,” you informed seongwoo as you closed up the cafe for the night
  • seongwoo had insisted on sticking around, sipping the dregs of his iced espresso
  • he blushed at the compliment, his ears turning red
  • “really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow
  • from the few interactions you’d had with him, you’d definitely got the feeling that he was a confident man, so you were surprised to see him seem so vulnerable
  • “yes, really,” you laughed, shaking your head, “the girls were swooning over you– you really have a way with words.”
  • “well, you know what else makes the girls swoon?” he asked with a grin, before turning away quickly
  • when he turned back, you burst out laughing at the sight of his ears folded in, a huge shit-eating grin on his face
  • “which side do you want me to unfold first?” he asked playfully
  • “are you serious?” you asked between wheezes, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at the image in front of you
  • “yes, i’m serious,” he said with a grin, “which side?”
  • “left, I guess.”
  • you laughed even harder as he unfolded the left ear, making a clicking sound effect to go along with it before doing the same with the right
  • “you’re truly unique, seongwoo,” you said as you turned off the lights in the cafe, still chuckling a bit
  • when the two of you got to your bus stop, seongwoo stopped, looking at you seriously
  • “(y/n),” he said, looking down at you, “thank you for tonight.”
  • you looked up at him, surprised at his serious tone, “it’s nothing! you clearly really enjoy poetry, i just informed you of an outlet.”
  • “still,” he insisted, “most of my own friends find it hard to believe that the jokester who doesn’t take school seriously would be interested in poetry, let alone some random person whose first impression of me was me grinding on thin air at a strip club. thank you for not judging me.”
  • “hey,” you frowned, bumping his shoulder, “just because you’re a stripper doesn’t mean you’re not a person. it’s a way to get money, and if you’re comfortable with it, then it’s not my place to judge.”
  • seongwoo looked down at you thoughtfully, a small smile crossing his lips
  • “still. thank you.”
  • you then realized how close the two of you were, your eyes going down to his pink lips and then back to his warm brown eyes, his ears a bit pink
  • “(y/n),” he said tentatively, before sucking in a breath of air and exhaling it with a hiss, “ah, never mind.”
  • you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “jesus christ, seongwoo, you’re not slick. just ask me on a date already.”
  • he looked down at you with eyes wide, cheeks bright pink
  • “well, will you go on a date with me?”
  • “yes, idiot,” you said with a smile, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips
  • later that night, over text, seongwoo revealed why he’d been so apprehensive to ask you out
  • i’ve never met someone so unapologetically themselves
  • and you were the first person to not judge me for what i do
  • i didn’t want to lose that just because i had feelings for you
  • and each and every day of your relationship, you did your best to remind seongwoo that he was an incredibly amazing person, because no matter how intense his ‘confident guy’ mask was, you knew that inside, he was a worried, slightly anxious guy like everyone else around you

moral of this story: even if a person appears to be super confident, they are probably still very insecure on the inside

seongwoo has actually talked about this before (idk what exact source) but yeah i think it’s just important to keep in mind

Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.

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I’m Not a Kid: Part 2

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, dirty talk

Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;) 

part one


It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.

They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.

As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.

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When you died in front of him

(Damn son, if you have a weak heart don’t read this. It’s  going to be long and emotional. It consists violence and of course, a lot of angst) 


Kim Namjoon : 

You have no idea how the hell did you get here, to a dark yet scary warehouse. Your hands were being tied so you  couldn’t move. You flinched as you saw a man with black mask and black hat approaching you, “well, well, the princess already woke up even though the prince hasn’t come yet.” 

You stared at him with feared in your eyes, you couldn’t think of anything including Namjoon. He told you about the consequences for being with him and being kidnap is one of them and you prepared. It was different from what you imagined. This is the real mafia world, it’s not like the one you read on the fanfiction sites. 

“Now, I want you to listen to me. Okay, sweetheart?” You nodded slowly and listened to his words very well. “The choice is yours,” he said and ended his explanation. 

Namjoon did realize about you missing and because he has a lot of people he could find you so easily and went to the warehouse with few people. There you were, standing with gun in your trembled hand. Namjoon knew what happened right away and raised his hands. His men followed him but got shot right away by the rivals.

“y/n, hun, I know you don’t want to do this, just put that gun away and come here.” You shook your head, you couldn’t tell him everything because the man who kidnapped you were watching somewhere else. Namjoon were staring at you, “I love you so much, y/n and I know you’ll regret it.” You still shook your head and bursted in tears. “I can’t do this.” 

Namjoon widened his eyes as he saw you shot yourself and fell down with blood all over your body. He ran towards you with his panic expression, he called Jin and Yoongi to get some help. “Damn it, y/n why the hell you…shit.” He tried to pressed your wound harder. You stared at him weakly, “no…he told me to choose and I chose this.” He bursted in tears why desperately keeping you stay conscious. “No, no, no. Don’t you dare to close your eyes, no…” He screamed as he saw your hand fell from his arm. “Please, can’t you stay? You always did when I told you to stay but why you didn’t listen when I told you to come back right now?”

Kim Seok Jin : 

It’s been a year since you gone and Jin still haven’t accept the reality. He cried when he saw your selca on his phone, he still remember clearly from what happened that day. 

You wanted him to stay for a day because you were scared but Jin thought that it might be because you scared of the dark, so he said that you’ll be okay because it’s only a day trip. You trembled in fear but nodded as Jin placed you small kisses around your face and waved his hands. 

“I love you,” you said in small voice. 

Jin didn’t know that you were supposed to kill him before he went to the trading place but you can’t. You won’t kill the one you loved so you decided to overdose yourself inside the bedroom. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook suddenly called him through phone, “where are you?”

“I’m in the warehouse. Are you okay? It looks like you have been crying, Maknae,” he chuckled. Jungkook cried while on his phone, “hyung, it’s about noona,” he said, “she’s dead. Taehyung and I found her lying with her lifeless body,” he cried. 

Jin forgot to breath at the moment, he ran to his car and drove his car crazily, “Jungkook, this isn’t funny,” he said. Taehyung took the phone from Jungkook, “hyung….please come here, oh my God. The situation is….noona….” He sobbed uncontrollably. Jin threw his phone and couldn’t believe their words. 

He found out later that she made a deal with one of the toughest rival of Jin, he threatened her to kill him or you could kill yourself. He remembered the feared in your eyes that day and it makes him guilty and missed you so much. He couldn’t live without you but he needs to live for you. 

“I’m sorry and I love you so much, y/n. I missed you so much…” He cried. 

Min Yoongi :

Both of you were trapped, it turns out that one of his men betrayed him and escorted both of you to an empty building with gun on his hand. Yoongi didn’t bring any weapons that time, he pulled you behind his back. 

“Now, now, Yoongi, I know she’s your weakness.” He shot Yoongi on the shoulder and you flinched as you saw him covered in blood. He scoffed and showed no expression at all, “you missed.” The man chuckled and suddenly out of nowhere someone kicked both of you out of the building but Yoongi held into the wall. 

He frowned in pain because he held you with his wounded arm and you could see the blood dripping over to your shirt. “Yoongi, let go of me,” you said in trembled voice. “Are you crazy? I won’t!” He yelled in pain. You stared downwards and sighed, “it’s okay,” you said. He shook his head, “we are in the 15th fucking floor I won’t let you go.”

“Min Yoongi, let go of my hand. You’re in pain.” He hates it. He hates when he’s weak, he was pretty confidence he could protect you from everything but it turns out that you would sacrifice yourself because he got this stupid wound. The man stepped on another Yoongi’s hand and smirked, “you’re weak, Yoongi.” 

You tried to removed your hand from Yoongi but he tightened his grip, “don’t leave me,” he said weakly, “please?” You cried and shook your head, “sometimes you need to let go the one you loved Yoongi,” you said. He managed to hold his tears, “y/n, please? Trust me.”

“I trust you, Yoongi. I know you can live without me.”

“I’m a mess without you….” He cried. You smiled to calmed him down. the last smile you would give him, “it’s okay, Yoongi. Let me go.” You loosened your grip and fell down, Yoongi screamed your name and bursted in tears as he saw you lied down with blood all over the street. “See, Yoongi? You are weak.” 

Jung Hoseok : 

“I’m hooommeee!!” He yelled when he opened your apartment door, “y/n? Where are you?” He asked. The room was messed so he became panic, he ran all over the place, you weren’t in the bedroom, in the kitchen, living room, everywhere. 

But then, he saw the bathroom door opened. He walked slowly, afraid for what will he see next. He didn’t want to think the worst scenario but….”oh Lord.” He fell as he saw you got shot, “y/n, y/n,” he tried to wake you up but none. You were dead. 

He call one of his men, “check her CCTV and hidden camera, call Jin hyung and Namjoon here.” He trembled as he lifted you up from the floor and bring you to the living room, he hugged you tightly as he laid you down and bursted in tears, “I left you…I shouldn’t came to the meeting. You….you…” 

The ambulance came along with his men. He saw you, fighting with his rival gang. You didn’t tell his secret, you were in pain when he beat you up several times. “Stop,” Hoseok said in small voice, “I don’t want to watch it any longer, tell Jimin to watch this.” He walked around the hospital.

Doctor said you were suffering a lot of injuries before you died, broken ribs, bruises, and others. He still remembered when you waved and smiled when he was about to work, he couldn’t believe the reality. He wouldn’t show any smile anymore even to the Bangtan, he’s empty. 

Park Jimin : 

It turns out that you worked for the rival gang but your love for Jimin was true, and you would do anything to protect him. Your relationship was supposed to be a secret from your group but somehow they found out and used you. 

“Kill him, y/n. He’s our target since we build this group.”

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” Jimin stared both of you confusedly and told you to explain. “I work for them but I don’t want to kill you, Jimin. I love you very much and I can’t let anyone hurt you.” 

He got bad feelings from your words, “why you didn’t tell me about this?” He asked. 

“Because this is my business.” You glared at your boss, “I won’t kill her. I’ll take the consequences.” Your boss smirked. You walked from Jimin, he grabbed your arm, “where are you going?” You smiled, “I can’t kill you which actually is my job. So,…I have to pay from what I did.”

“Which is?” Your friends grabbed your arms and pulled you inside the van while Jimin tried to chase you but Jungkook and Namjoon held him. You turned your head and smiled to him, “everything is gonna be okay, Jimin. Trust me.”

“Everything won’t be okay when you’re not with me…” 

“Goodbye,” you said as your friend closed the door. Jimin would fell on his knees and cried. “They will kill her, right? She disobey the order so she needs to take the consequences…” Namjoon tried to calm him down. “It’s all my fault, hyung..” He cried, “now she’s gone. How am I supposed to live when she’s not around?”

Kim Taehyung : 

They have you for hostage, Taehyung did think that it’s a trap so he needs to be careful. You shot a glare to the man who kidnapped you, “what the hell are you doing to me? I don’t know anything.” 

“Shut up, I need to show him a lesson and you’re coming with me.” He dragged you by your hair and you screamed in pain. There was a huge aquarium, an empty one. You widened your eyes, “y-you….you won’t kill me, right?”

“Let’s see if I have to.” Taehyung came and talked to one of the rival’s man. You were really scared and prayed that Taehyung would come to save you. But they got Taehyung and beat him up before he was forced to watch the aquarium. The man smirked and pushed you who were being tied. 

Taehyung widened his eyes, “y/n! y/n!!” A lot of people held him tight and he saw you struggle to breathe. He cried as both of you made an eye contact. You stared at him softly. “Please, I will give you everything just don’t….take her.” He begged. You couldn’t breath anymore and you don’t want Taehyung to see you sad so you smiled. He widened his eyes and screamed your name. But you didn’t move an inch at all. “She’s gone now, Taehyung. What a shame.” 

Jeon Jungkook : 

It was a rainy day and both of you were fighting, Jungkook had been gone for weeks without telling you. He said it’s because his job and has nothing to do with you. 

“I wait for you everyday! And it was nothing to do with me?! Fine!” You ran outside the apartment to the street. and he chased you out. You ran towards the traffic and the light was red. 

“Y/N!” Jungkook yelled, “Look, I’m sorry! Okay? I’m very sorry about that, I was very emotional,” he yelled again. You couldn’t hear him because the rain you you stil ran. You were in the middle of the street when suddenly you saw a light from your left side. 

Jungkook stood there. He saw you getting hit by a car, “no, no, no, this can be hapenning. Shit this isn’t real,” he mumbled. He ran towards you. You didn’t respond at all, he also checked your heartbeat and he cried as he heard nothing. He hugged you tightly, “y/n….” He called, “I know you’re somewhere near me. Just listen to me this time. I love you so much and I will do anything for you, I’m so sorry I said harsh things to you,” he cried while he caressed your back. 

“I’m so sorry….” 

2

Y'all may know me from posting all of the doggos from Annie’s Ruff House (doggy daycare and boarding studio). We also are a non-profit rescue (Annie’s Rescue Foundation). On Tuesday evening, my fiancé and I went to the store that is close by (we live in the country, so there is mainly one gas station within reasonable range) to get something to drink.
While at the store, I spotted a stray lab x and tried to get her attention. My fiancé informed me that was the “store dog” and she would not come to anyone, and to not even try. Me being me, though, I hop out of my car in my cow slippers and kneel down to try to get this girl to come to me. She is VERY scared of people. I got her close enough to sniff me, until an asshole decided to scare her away from me and she bolted away from the store. I was upset, but then something took me by surprise…. This little Chihuahua mix came up from behind me, sat in front of me, looked up at me, and suddenly started giving me a bath of licks and love. I put her in my car to make sure no one near by owned her (there is one house directly behind the convenient store. I knock on this man’s door, and after motioning to me to “hold on” as he told his other (LARGE, and loud lol) dogs to lay down, he opened to door. I asked him if she was his dog or had any idea who’s dog it was, and that’s when he informed me of a horrific ending for this sweet girl.
With this man’s voice SHAKING (and mind you, he was about 6'2 and a large, bulky, “intimidating” man) with anger and frustration, he told me: “She was dumped out here. A man drove down my street, threw her out of the car, bent down and acted like he was going to pick her up, and proceeded to scream at her until she was far enough away to speed off and leave her behind.
This man had been the only one feeding her and she was not sticking around just that area. I also initially thought that he meant this occurrence had happened somewhat recently; I was wrong. This horrible person dumped this dog in the MIDDLE OF WINTER. THIS HELPLESS ANIMAL. I am so surprised she survived the weather, coyotes, busy roads, etc. I tried contacting my boss (who is the owner of Annie’s) but she was in a meeting. My coworker offered to take her for the night since Annie’s was already closed at this time.
My fiancé and I had been putting in adoption applications for a few doggos, but our dog found us. We decided to name her Lizzi Maguire, because we found her off of Maguire Road.
We love her with every ounce of our souls and she is so forgiving for what she has been through. I just wanted to share a personal story with a happy ending. :) - Taylor

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Kara sat on the couch of Lena’s office, scribbling into her notepad. She had been assigned to do a profile on Lena Luthor for CatCo’s ‘Women in Power’ segment. Lena had requested Kara personally, so Snapper had angrily, and begrudgingly, given Kara the piece. Kara had gotten there about a half hour ago to begin the interview.

When she had walked in, she was shocked to find that Lena had ordered potstickers. Enough for the both of them. Well, enough for two human women, but Kara wasn’t about to complain at the nice gesture. Now, after they’d eaten, both women sat on the couch as Kara conducted her interview.

Lena, was growing desperate. She didn’t know how many hints she could drop. She wasn’t even being rejected, Kara was just so oblivious. She didn’t know how much clearer she could be, but evidently it still wasn’t enough for Kara to take the hint. So she decided that throwing any remaining trace of subtlety out the window as her only option.

She waited for a perfect opening, and it came when Kara said, “Sorry, I don’t really think this is anyone’s business but my boss says I have to ask. Do you have a significant other in the picture?”

So Lena placed her hand on Kara’s arm, lowered her voice an octave, and purred, “Why? Would you like the position?”

Kara blinked a couple of times, before squeaking out, “Are you flirting with me?”

Finally, Lena thought.

First Day (M)

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

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

-Admin Moon

Read the first one: First Class


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m listening.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you use toys?”

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to see these tits bounce.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s enough, for now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  • Woman: Excuse me! What are you gentlemen here for?
  • Phil: S.H.I.E.L.D., ma'am. Agent Coulson, my boss, Director Fury. We're on official S.H.I.E.L.D. business. Nothing to worry about.
  • Woman: Well, I'm in charge of the neighborhood watch here, sir. I would like to know what this official business is you're here about.
  • Nick: It's officially none of your damn business, ma'am.
  • Phil: Were you ever nice?
  • Nick: 1985. Worst year of my life.

Today my whole company crew and I spent the entire morning doing charity works at the orphanage(playing with the kids, cleaning the house, etc). During the activities with the kids, my boss suddenly talked to me and asked about what I have done for animation.

It’s because my boss is a ‘business’ sort of guy, I never thought he actually interested and asked me about animation (it’s rare to find people in my place to be interested in animation too honestly. Hence whenever someone asks me that, I get super EXCITED and can talk about it for hours)

So I told and showed him TOO LOUD!, @ygoreanimate​ and all the other fun collaborative stuff I’ve done. Before we knew, the whole kids gathered around us and watched TOO LOUD! on his phone. It was SUPER CUTE AND FUN.

And during the meeting at his house after the charity work, he just made a HUGE PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT at everyone’s face, saying that I’m a incredibly talented animator and he’s gonna work harder with me on animation-related stuff starting tomorrow.

NOWHERE FAST

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In the moonlight, I could clearly see a tall dark figure standing in front of the glass window, staring right in. He knew I was looking at him, and I knew he was looking at me, but we didn’t see each other. I thought of the person I used to know and how different he was from the man I just saw. I didn’t know what he was thinking about, but he stood there for a while and then he turned around and left.

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