I write poems about flowers but can’t manage to keep any alive. I spent a whole summer when I was fifteen not going to bed until the sun was up because I thought the dark was trying to eat me. Even now, when I bleed, I expect demons to seep out. My days are arranged by color; my brightest moments are always shimmering in pink. I’ve cried at too many sunsets and not enough sunrises. I don’t live anywhere near the water and can’t swim so I’m always falling in love with boys on the west coast. I collect song lyrics instead of stamps. I won’t be content with my body until it’s covered in ink and I don’t mind looking at it in a mirror. Home still feels like just another empty word I don’t fit into. I’ve never broken a bone and I guess that’s my consolation price for a jumbled mind. At twenty-one I’m still too small for most roller coasters, but can still fit on most swing sets. These days I sleep with lavender and blueberry incense on my pillow to try and keep the nightmares away. My heart is always straining against my rib cage, and I think one of these days it might liquefy and spill right through the cracks.
Setting: A background story depicting the relationship of Min Yoongi and the sister of the head of a mafia organisation. Both of you are sent on a mission and forced to play out the roles of husband and wife.
You: The sister of the boss of a mafia organisation.
Min Yoongi: A genius hacker and a hit man. Due to some unfortunate events, your relationship with him can be best described as the mixture of love and hate. He’s a member of the same mafia organisation, which makes him your fellow co-worker. One day you’re both sent on a mission and forced to pretend to be happily married.
“Fucking shit-head,” you spit out while adjusting your dress.
It might be a bit too tight and it rolls up every now and then, exposing even more of your flesh. “Why him, of all people?” your hands gently running through the locks of beautiful long hair and then you freeze. Flashbacks from the past, the day when you first met Min Yoongi, creep into your head all over again. It’s like an endless cycle of trying to ignore his malicious presence that threatens your sanity and ability to think straight each and every day.
“Fucking impossible,” you hiss, fixing up the dress for the umpteenth time, this time around your boobs area. It’s maybe not as much that he is a complete jerk and bastard. He really can be sweet, for example to your sister. Yes, he certainly can. Your sister is his boss and he looks up to her, also, they seem to be pretty fond of each other and it’s all perfectly fine. You can understand it all. She is the boss of a Mafia organisation and he’s just been doing his job, doing it pretty well, if you were to admit, resulting in their friendly bond. They hit it off pretty well, though. Something that you can’t really say about you and Yoongi. Some time ago, maybe a year or so…
“Has it been such a long time already? Gosh,” you ponder out loud.
But yes, indeed, it must have been a year since that day when you were given orders to kill one, particularly nasty and uncontrollable, associate of your sister’s organisation. Yeah, usual stuff. Find the guy, corner him when he least expects it, and then get rid of him, in a most cautious and quiet manner. Nobody wants to deal with problematic shit, for sure not your lovely sister. The thing is, on the way you encountered some bothersome issue, something that can be exactly labelled as problematic shit. The night when you stepped into the house of the soon-to-be-dead guy, you knew you weren’t alone in this lavishly decorated villa. Somebody else was there, not a member of the target’s family, maid, hooker, whatever, it was another hit-man. A very wily and clever one, to put it lightly. You weren’t exactly sure who was his target. At some point it crossed your mind that he could’ve been after you, but no, it wasn’t the case. The two of you finally confronted each other in the living room, two bullets killing the guy immediately. You aimed for his heart, while the black-clad stranger chose to drill a hole in his head. Disgusting…
“Crazy mother fucker,” you still cringe at the memory.
Anyway, the moment when the guy collapsed on the ground drawing his last breaths, you and that intruder stood motionless for a couple of seconds to assess one another’s intentions. You remember that at this point your mind was completely blank. Without much thinking, you pulled the trigger, but this sneaky little bastard must have anticipated your hasty decision cause he ducked down and then jumped in your direction, landing basically on you and immediately straddling you. His grip was strong. What really puzzled you back then was the fact that he didn’t kill you, although he really could have just taken out his gun and make a hole in your head, same as he did with this unfortunate guy. It would have been easy, taking into account your shitty mistake. Yeah… He really got you there. Something he’s been continuously reminding you about on every possible occasion. You were struggling for some time, trying to wriggle out of his grasp and somehow maybe still come out completely unscathed of this crappy situation. Not much time had passed, though, and then you heard the sounds of the police sirens. Both of you realising that the party was over, and that it was high time to clear out, ASAP. He let go of you and chuckled a little. You couldn’t see his face because of the balaclava, but without a single doubt he must have been smirking like a fucking madman. He sprang to his feet and run away using one of the back doors. You followed his lead and got the hell out of that place. He was nowhere to be seen, though. You simply lost his track. The mission was a complete fiasco. Sure, the guy was dead, but due to the mess that thwarted your plans you didn’t manage to fulfil the orders completely. You didn’t bring back with you the set of jewellery that had been your sister’s object of desire. Before kicking the bucket, the targeted guy committed one single, but what a grave mistake. The mistake that ultimately cost him his life. He robbed your sister of that fancy necklace and earrings, hoping to get away with it.
“What a fucking imbecile,” you mutter to yourself, applying a red lipstick on your lips.
More memories of the past events flowing into your head, and sadly, you have to admit that you really fucked it all up. The outcome was that you didn’t retrieve that necklace. Worse even, you were fucking out-fooled by some other hired killer. And later, it obviously turned out that it had been none other than Min Yoongi. You still remember the day when he appeared in your sister’s office carrying a little silk drawstring bag in his hand. He introduced himself as the man who… Oh my God… Your fist clench at the sheer reminiscence of his self-confident rant.
He said that he was “the man who is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up.”
He was standing there, looking deeply into your sister’s eyes. Then, he showed you the bag, ostentatiously waving it in front of your faces.
“Do you want to have what`s inside?” he asked.
Your sister didn’t respond, keenly observing his actions.
“Do you?” he nagged, opening the bag in order to take out the stolen necklace. At this very moment your sister’s eyes were shining just as bright as this breathtaking piece of jewellery.
“Let me work for you and I’ll give you this and many other things,” he offered, smiling cunningly.
And she agreed. Yes, she fucking agreed. As a consequence, this overconfident prick and annoying jerk, Min Yoongi, has become your co-worker. He has been a member of the gang for almost a year now, pissing you off whenever he just as much as appears in sight. Not to mention the moments when he opens that dirty mouth of his. To your misfortune, he’s one of the most trustworthy people here, and certainly does his job extraordinary well. He’s so full of himself that sometimes you just want to tear him to pieces and make that shitty smirk fade away once and for all, but you can’t. He’s supposed to be your partner, duh.
“Over my dead body,” the thought flashes through your head, making you frown and cringe.
You’re also painfully aware of the fact that Min Yoongi occupies your head all the fucking time. An unpleasant and self-loathing feeling creeps over your entire being. You can’t help thinking about him. It’s like the more you try to control yourself the more difficult it becomes. The truth is, you aren’t exactly a good girl. No, not at all. You’ve always teased guys and made them chase you, only to leave them hanging in the end, when you decided you’ve had enough of them. You simply love the feeling of being in power, seeing guys on their knees, ready to cater to all of your whims. Min Yoongi, though… He’s been persistently ignoring you and your presence, something that you’re not exactly used to. He behaves as if he didn’t give a single fuck about you, mocking you all the time and teasing whenever the occasion allows for some little chit-chat. You hate him so much. You despise every single thing about him, and yet… Yet, you keep thinking about him, and it’s all his fault. You know the exact source of your distress. He’s been giving you a roller-coaster ride, being a complete dumb-ass one day and then casually complimenting the way you look the other. Sometimes you’re not even sure if it’s a compliment. He’s been so sly and smug about everything and the way he approaches you that it’s fucking unbelievable. Another flashback troubles your pretty head. The night when he came to your room and kissed you.
He fucking kissed you. He gripped you roughly to keep you still, and then he fucking kissed you. You were so speechless and utterly shocked you didn’t even know how to react. The kiss was oddly delicate, and should you say, affectionate even? He barely brushed his lips over yours and the grip on your shoulders suddenly became even tighter. He stopped for a moment and then softly licked your lower lip, asking for permission. You let him. You let him do that and shortly afterwards he was pressing you to the wall, kissing fondly and greedily. When both of you were short of breath, he let go, arms still wrapped around you. The look on your face must have been absolutely ridiculous because he laughed out loud, not being able to hold in his amusement.
“You can now close your mouth, silly. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore today,” he whispered tenderly, placing a finger on your lips.
The smug smirk on his face then… You’re going to remember it till the end of your days. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you are completely oblivious to Yoongi’s presence in the room. You jump, startled by the deep and rough tone of his voice that breaks the silence in the bathroom.
“My wife wouldn’t ever wear such indecent clothes,” he comments mockingly, eyeing up your figure from head to toes.
“Oh, really?” you question, looking at him and trying to hide your state of surprise. You continue, facing him, “Do I really have to say it out loud how much I care about your thoughts on my fashion choice?”
He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, “Personally, I think it is not much of a fashion choice if you wear clothes that barely cover your ass.” A smirk follows. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror again, announcing, “No fucks given, Yoongi. Not even a single one.”
He teasingly keeps on bringing up the main idea behind your mission tonight, that is - you and Yoongi pretending to be a happily married couple, attending to a party organised by your gang’s foe so as to steal some data from his private laptop. You lure the guy to distract his attention, and in the meantime, Yoongi takes care of the laptop. Easy, in theory at least.
He picks up the topic yet again, purposefully trying to anger you even more, “Please, don’t swear. It is not fit for a lady. Not to mention my wife.” He takes a couple of steps towards you, dangerously closing the distance between you. If he reached out with his hand now he would easily manage to scoop you into his arms.
“Oh, my. You’re so in character tonight, Yoongi. Does the thought of being my husband excite you so much?” you retort, pretending to be busy with fixing up your hair.
“Who knows? If I worked a bit on that foul mouth of yours then maybe you wouldn’t turn out to be half bad?” he wonders out loud, staring at your expression in the mirror.
“For fuck`s sake, why does it have to be you of all people? Couldn’t I go on that mission with Jungkook, or Tae Tae?” you whine while washing your hands, “Anybody, just not you, dammit.” You pull at the towel angrily, wanting to dry your hands.
“Maybe we’re meant to be? Try to think about this that way,” he chuckles. “I’d rather die a virgin than be with a jerk like…,” you don’t finish your sentence because the moment you feel Yoongi’s hot breath on the nape of your neck your mouth goes dry. Your hands frantically grip on the washbasin when he abruptly tugs on the hem of your dress in an attempt to cover your ass. You would surely lose balance if not for Yoongi’s rough grip on your hips. Nails digging into your skin and then he hisses into your ear, “I told you to cover it up, didn’t I?” He breathes out, annoyed and then takes a step back. Your body shivers a little. He keeps on observing you attentively in the mirror and then he says, “I’m waiting in the car. We’re going to be late if you continue dolling up like that.” He gives you one last look and then turns around, aiming for the door. When you’re left alone in the bathroom you can feel your legs giving up. You slide down and end up sitting on the cold tiles.
The chauffeur opens up the door of the black Bentley as soon as he notices you going down the stairs. You get into the car, sitting right next to Yoongi on the back seat.
“I’m sure you’re aware how much depends on our close cooperation tonight,” he clears his throat and then carries on talking, “I’ll need you to divert his attention for approximately 10 minutes… Yeah, I think it should suffice.” The driver starts the engine and your body slightly rocks to the back. Yoongi resumes talking, “Providing, of course, that the guy will be stupid enough to leave his office unattended. If there are thugs keeping an eye on his shit then we’re fucked. And this will be most probably the case… Sometimes I wonder if we’re paid enough here. Your sister’s orders are getting more and more ridiculous.”
“Wait a minute, dear husband. Aren’t you the man who ‘is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up’, hmm?” you question him, sarcastically. “I’m sure we’ll be all fine, right?” you turn your face to smile gently at him. He is visibly amused by your back talk, but he doesn’t ease up on you, “As long as you make sure not to do more harm than good then yeah, I’d say we’ll most probably be all fine, Pretty face.” That seemingly affectionate pet name he’s just used to address you makes your blood boil. Your press your thighs unconsciously, doing your best to hold your emotions at bay. You promise yourself to pay him back by the end of that evening. You’ll turn the tables tonight, no matter at what cost.
When you arrive at the mansion, it quickly turns out that the place is virtually filled to the brim with the owner’s muscle-men. Not a very promising perspective, unfortunately. You’re sipping your drink at the bar when you feel somebody grabbing at your elbow. It is Yoongi. He drags you to the nearest secluded place and pulls you closer to him.
“I’ve checked the office. It seems we’re going to have a huge problem to get there,” he informs you, looking around to double check if you’re all alone.
“Seems like it’s the moment for plan B,” you respond nonchalantly.
“What plan B, Baby doll?” he asks, his pupils getting bigger.
“Just make sure nobody interrupts me,” you shake of his hands and walk past him, disregarding yet another questionable nickname.
He watchfully eyes your figure and cautiously follows your lead, keeping his distance. To his surprise, you openly approach the owner and initiate a friendly small talk. It doesn’t last long before he can clearly see, even from afar, that the guy is simply drooling over you. The last thing he registers is how you and your target disappear behind the door of the guy’s office. He swallows hard, his stomach clenching in an unpleasant manner. “Mr Min, would you like a glass of champagne?” a waitress politely offers him a drink, but he blurts out furiously, “Get the hell out of my sight, woman.” He walks away, clenching his fists.
Less than two hours later both of you arrive home, your purse hiding today’s mission loot- a pen drive containing data about the guy’s shady business. A victory. A tremendous success, even. All thanks to you. Yoongi can fuck himself. You walk into your bedroom and immediately collapse on the bed, satisfied. Yoongi enters just after you, loudly slamming the door behind him.
“How did you get that data? I won’t repeat myself,” his voice as cold as ice.
“In fact, you did anyway,” you start counting on fingers, “like three or four times already?” God, finally. Finally, you’re the one in control, having him in the palm of your hand. You’re fucking overjoyed, eyes sparkling with excitement. Min fucking Yoongi got what he deserved and you’re certainly going to savour this moment. “Yoongi, why are you so tensed? What happened to your good mood, darling? Tell me, you know you can confide in your wife,” you tease, riling him up even more. Hands gently brushing away some locks of hair that kept on tickling your neck. You flash the most bubbly smile you’re capable of making, eyes gazing into his.
“What the fuck is there on your neck?” he hisses out, making you jump on the bed in alarm.
“My neck?” you ask, totally unaware of the hickey. The look on his face sends a cold shiver down your spine. He comes up to you in three large steps. Your body unconsciously moves backwards, but he catches your elbow and forces you to get off the bed. His grip is so tight and forceful that you whimper in pain.
His nails bite into your arm and the sudden jerk makes you plead him to stop “Yoongi, please!”
“Did you let that bastard touch you?” he asks, doing his best to control his shaky voice. A vein on his forearm swells up, slowly changing its colour into a more bluish shade.
“Did he fuck you?” he spits out through clenched teeth.
“No, no, he didn’t. Please let me go!” you cry out, doing what you can to wriggle out of his grasp, but he only squeezes you tighter, bringing you close to his torso. Your eyes meet for what seems to be like an eternity. He looks hurt. You cannot believe in all of that. You want to look away, but he cups your chin with the other hand, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. Does he actually care about you?
He whispers dryly, “You’re now going to fucking tell me what happened in that stinking office and you’re going to give me even the smallest details. Do you understand, or do you want me to repeat?”
You nod in response, deciding that perhaps now it’s not the time to carry on with the teasing. “Fine, you fucking psycho. I sweet-talked the guy and he took me to his office, hoping to get laid, I presume. When we were alone I teased him a little and…” you hesitate for a moment, thinking about the best way of saying things out loud, but Yoongi doesn’t appreciate this pause and rushes you to proceed with the answer, “And what?” he blurts out.
“I can’t fucking believe it. Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. I let him kiss me once or twice and then I asked him for a drink. He nibbled at my neck one last time, probably leaving the hickey, and then got up with his ass to take care of the booze. For both of us. I was lucky, because he announced that he has to take a piss. I used my chance and I poured some shit into his drink. He gulped the entire thing at one go, so it didn’t take too long before he was sleeping on the couch like a fucking baby. What else do you wanna know? Eh? Is that detailed enough for you?” you’re almost breathless when you’re done with the story. Yoongi’s piercing gaze makes you feel anxious. What the fuck is wrong with him… You wish you could disappear from this place. His grip loosens a bit, but still, he’s so close that you can feel his hot breath on your cheek. He’s not that tensed anymore, as if a weight was lifted from his heart.
“Is that supposed to convince me, Baby doll?” the tone of his voice slightly changes, “You’d have to try a little harder.” He smirks, mockingly. You suddenly miss the view from a couple of minutes ago. Insecure and jealous Yoongi is better than that cocky ass. Wait a minute… Is he really jealous? You are determined to check it now.
“Actually, you can think what you want. Maybe he fucked me senseless on his fancy desk, maybe he didn’t. Who knows?” you smile playfully, “You have no way of telling.” Your words are like a red rag to a bull for Yoongi who must have run out of patience by now. He pushes you and then you land on the bed, completely bewildered.
“What the fuck, Yoongi?” you snap at him, propping yourself on the elbows.
“If you are so unwilling to cooperate I, as your husband, feel compelled to examine the things personally,” he informs you while placing his knees on the bed.
You want to pull both of your knees to your chest but he forcefully grasps your thighs in order to spread them. You blush, embarrassed and furious at the same time.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”, hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push him off you.
“I know a very efficient way of checking your faithfulness, darling. Just don’t fucking move for a moment. Could you, Baby doll?” he questions, tenderly.
You want to punch him, but he grasps your hand and pulls you in for a kiss. You forget to breathe for a moment, obviously caught off guard. Unlike the first time, he is very rough and pushes his tongue inside your mouth, without waiting for your consent. His tongue expertly swirls around yours and then he seductively nibbles on your lower lip. He purrs softly, vibrations making you shiver in response. He’s very passionate, the tip of his tongue playfully rolls over yours. You melt into the kiss, mentally cursing Yoongi. Your arms are awkwardly spread on the sheets. What are you supposed to do? Hug him back? You are torn. He can’t possibly get to know how much you are enjoying this. Oh lord, but you’ve been itching to have him do dirty things to you for so long that you can’t take it anymore. His kisses are gradually getting more sloppy and desperate. A hand experimentally sneaking under your dress to fondle with the soft flesh of your thigh. His hand is so cold that it makes you squeak. Yoongi smirks into the kiss. He caresses your inner thigh in a circular movement, light strokes barely touching your skin, yet you involuntarily spread your thighs even wider. He takes that as an invitation and confidently pushes his entire finger into your tight pussy. You groan in pleasure, hands now roaming his body. He muffles your desperate moan with the kiss, but pulls away shortly after. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, totally gone at this point.
“Baby doll, you’re so tight I seriously doubt that ‘he fucked me senseless’ option” he whispers breathily, lips brushing your earlobe and then he tugs at it with his teeth eliciting a whimper from you. He hooks his finger inside you, moving it in and out of your pussy. Your stomach clenches each and very time he hits the back walls of your vagina. You’re still a bit too dry for such a violent penetration, but he doesn’t seem to care at all and keeps going with sharp, deep strokes. His long finger goes all up inside you and then he puts his thumb on the very tip of your clit, brushing it gently. This is the exact moment when you lose all self-control and jerk your hips, wantonly fucking yourself on his finger. Strangled moans escape your lips as he goes on with the rubbing on this extremely sensitive organ while fingering you. He is in so deep that you can feel this familiar pressure just underneath your belly button. It hurts but you want it to be this way. He’s so violent and unforgiving. You raise your head a little and then you meet his piercing dark eyes, clouded with lust and anger. You look away, sheepishly. Face blushing all shades of red as you close your eyes, not being able to bear that intense gaze. He notices your insecurity and fondly rests his forehead on yours. You’re a bit stunned for a moment, obviously surprised at the affectionate gesture. Right then, he inserts a second finger and you arch your hips to help him a little. He smiles softly, so unlike his usual eat-shitting grin. He fingers you so well that soon enough you can hear these wet, sloppy sounds of your slit getting fucked. You’re sure that by now his finger and hand must be covered with your juices. You’re short of breath, wriggling underneath him as you chase your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around his finger. Just when you’re about to climax, Yoongi withdraws his finger and leaves your pussy clenching around thin air, hips jerking desperately into void.
You try to grab him and force him to continue as he gets off the bed, but you can’t reach him. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you’re afraid he might actually hear it. In silence, he languidly moves in the direction of the door, which pushes you almost on the verge of tears. You call out his name, voice all shaky, “Yoon… Yoongi!” No response, though. You stand up from the bed, legs trembling as you go after him. You stumble and almost collapse, gripping his shoulders at the last moment and clinging to him in a needy way. You’re afraid to speak because of the lump that formed in your throat. You dig your nails into his back, swallowing a sob. Is he going to leave just like that? He reaches for the doorknob and locks the door. A shiver runs down your spine.
“What are you doing, Baby doll?” he questions and exhales sharply.
Then, he places his hands on yours, caressing them tenderly and turns around, wrapping his arms around your waist.
He purrs softly into your ear “I had to lock the door, I’ve been waiting for too long for this to let anybody disturb us.”
“Fuck you, Yoongi. Seriously, fuck you!” you press your knotted fists into his chest, angry at yourself for losing your cool.
He abruptly pushes you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head and sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive flesh, as if trying to cover the place of the unfortunate hickey with his own mark. Suddenly, he stops and carefully examines the outcome, frowning his eyebrows.
He cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, “You better listen now, Baby doll. It was the fucking last time you let anybody touch you, apart from me. Are we clear?” You swallow hard.
“Are we clear?” he repeats enraged and irritated with your lack of response. You simply nod absent-mindedly, staring at his wet lips. He hikes up your dress, ass and pussy on display, and grasps your leg to hook it around his waist. He starts grinding against your wetted core. Your hips rocking in unison. He pants heavily, lips hungrily looking for yours. He sets up a steady rhythm and you do your best to roll your hips together with him.
“Baby… Baby I need you naked, so badly,” he murmurs, his hands finding their way under your dress, stroking your back and rolling up the material even higher. Seconds later, he simply rips off your dress, taking in the view of your naked body.
He grunts, satisfied, “It’s even better than I imagined, and believe me, I had high expectations.” Your ears burn with embarrassment at his blunt words. “Has he been imagining things with me?” you think to yourself, digesting what he has just told you. He takes a step back and you find it hard to stand on your own, without his body pressed to yours. He ogles your perfect figure, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt. You haven’t noticed it before, but now the wall feels so unpleasantly cold that you really wish he was closer again, petting your skin and warming you up. With shaky hands you reach for the buttons. He smiles.
“I wanted to fuck you so roughly you’d never even think about looking at another guy but if you continue being so cute I doubt I’ll be able to do that, Baby,” he whispers in a low voice, leaving the buttons for you and hastily unbuckling his leather belt.
“Rough or gentle, as long as you make me cum I don’t really care,” you flat-out state your eagerness which makes him chuckle again.
Finally, you take off his shirt, admiring his torso and perfect stomach and then you help him get rid of the trousers. You gaze down, eyes glued to his boxers that are drenched with pre-cum. You reach for the waistband, not being able to hold back anymore, freeing his cock from the irritating material. His breath hitches when he feels the cold air on his rock-hard cock.
“Oh fuck Yoongi,” you instinctively press your thighs together when you lay eyes on his erected penis.
“Yes, baby doll?” he hums softly, pushing you against the wall again and squeezing your ass with all his force. You bite back a moan, unexpectedly wrapping your palm around his shaft. He loves this and encourages you to go on, gently stroking your hair, “Baby doll, you know… Ahh,” he stutters when you grab his balls with the other hand, massaging them lightly while still jerking him off. He takes a deep breath and continues in a strangled voice, “Do you have any idea, how much I’ve always wanted you to do it for me?” The sinful whisper makes your head feel dizzy. His penis is so slick that your hand easily goes up and down his entire length. Then, you start twirling your finger around the head of his penis. At first slowly and sensually but then you go faster and faster and you can literally feel him throbbing. His knees buckle.
“You have to stop, now,” he orders, weakly trying to push your hands away.
“Do you really want me to stop? I thought you wanted it oh so badly,” you tease, biting on his collarbones.
He is so riled up and needy at this point that he violently turns you around and forces you to bend down with your ass high up in the air, hands resting on the wall for support.
“Sure, but there is something I wanted even more… Can you guess what it is, Baby doll?” he mutters, positioning himself and placing one hand on your hip.
You can feel as he brushes your clit with the tip of his erection and you moan so loud, pushing your ass back into his erected member. He digs his nails into your hip and you writhe underneath him because of the stinging sensation that makes your body shudder. You lift your ass wantonly and accidentally graze his dick with your soaking wet cunt.
“Can you fucking stay still, fuck…,” he pleads through clenched teeth.
“Can you fucking get inside already?!” you start grinding him with your ass to get him going and then he shoves his cock inside you, freezing for a moment to calm down his throbbing member.
Your tight entrance swallows his entire length and his body goes all tense. You cry out his name, begging for more. He takes a couple of deep breaths and then begins moving in a steady rhythm. After a while, he slides all out and rams back in, barely being able to contain a throaty moan building up inside him. He repeats the rough movement a couple of times, making you feel light-headed. Once again there is that burning sensation inside your belly, and then suddenly, the grip on your hips becomes even more desperate, bruising them and causing you a bit of pain.
“Ahh… How can you be so tight? Dammit,” he questions in a weak voice.
His dick relentlessly pounding into you, hitting the right spot each and every time. The sounds of his hips slamming into your heat and your lewd moans fill the room, making you lose yourself completely. He rotates his hips a little and then rams back in, and you almost hit the wall with your head.
He growls low in his throat, “Baby doll, I’m gonna cum soon, and you’re going to cum with me.”
Your body twitches uncontrollably, you would come anyway… It’s not like he has to make any special effort. Your legs are not far from giving out and your vision is blurry. The only thing that you need now is to feel his cum filling your pussy.
Suddenly, he pleads, “Y/N, please look at me. Please, I need to see your face,” the grip around your waist makes your skin burn, you can already tell how fucking bruised you will be tomorrow.
You look behind, gazing into his unbelievably handsome face. A drop of sweat pours down his forehead, his cheeks are flushed and lips swollen. “Son of a bitch,” you curse him mentally but you can’t help staring at him.
He smiles fondly and suddenly begs once again, “Baby doll, give me your hand, I want to touch you, ahh.”
“Yoongi, mhm…,” you squeak, reaching to his extended arm.
He holds your hand tightly and with a couple of rough thrusts your pussy starts clenching around his dick, the waves of pleasure run through your body. Yoongi moans a mixture of curse words and your name when he rides out his orgasm, cumming into you. He loses his pace, being totally lost and pounds into you erratically, never letting go of your hand. When both of you come down from your high, he gently pulls out his now limp cock from your cunt and embraces you, both of you sinking to your knees. He sits down on the floor and lets you collapse on him, positioning you between his thighs. He strokes your back helping you to relax after this roller-coaster of emotions. His cum drips down your leg and your body shudders. You’re so tired your eyes involuntarily close on their own.
The last thing you hear before drifting off in his arms is his soft whisper, “Baby doll, you’re only mine.”
Summary: The Red String of Fate exists, and like only someone people in the world, you have the rare ability to see them- to change them.
Genre: Soulmates!Jungkook + angst-ish, (im sorry)
Word count: 7.5k
A/N : Hello! So this my attempt at a Soulmates!AU kill me now. This took me ages but now that this is out of the way, I can go back to writing Part IV of Neighbours! I hope you enjoy! I might do a Part II of this if people would like!
You had never believed in the people that clasped their
hands and fingers together in intercession or supplication prayers to the
benevolent man who lived amongst the stars and rose with the sunrise and pulled
the pomegranate pink and orange glows of a sunset at the wake of every horizon.
You didn’t believe in the man who smiled in the spectrum of rainbows
to waterfalls and auroras and stormed in hurricanes and devastation when he
raged. You didn’t believe in anything or second any thoughts to anyone else
other than fate.
You had come to believe so religiously and so profoundly in
destiny solely because you were sure that God simply could not be so cruel to
grant you the life you had. You believed in fate because it hated you, spited
you and things that caused hate existed far better than the things that didn’t.
I meant to write a fluffy story about watching that cute little forgetful fish. I slipped. Sorry not sorry
Dean exhales slowly and shifts, trying to make himself comfortable. He can’t sleep, so he’s resigned himself to scrolling through Netflix. He needs something to occupy his mind - some noise, a mindless distraction.
There’s a knock at his door and he calls the visitor in, his eyes still fixed on his computer screen. He assumes it’s Sam, coming to check on him after the emotional roller coaster of a day. “Hello, Dean.”
He tears his eyes away from the screen and smiles. “Hey, Cas.” His voice is soft. Reverent. Seeing Cas somehow puts him at ease.
Cas is hovering in the doorway until Dean waves him in. He sets the computer aside and watches Cas close the door. “I would have called to let you know I was coming home, but Sam told me you’d broken your phone. And it’s late. I wasn’t sure if he was sleeping, so I– Why are you smiling?”
Hajimemashite! That means “nice to meet you” in Japanese. Noodle here from Gorillaz. Of course you know that, but I have to check, because recently I did a Facebook quiz called Which Member of Gorillaz Are You? and I got Russel! WTF? He doesn’t like octopus and he’s not even a Libra.
So I will set the records straight, as they say. I play guitar, sing and write songs. I am 5 feet 2 inches tall, wear size 36 boots and am trained in most medium and heavy caliber weaponry. My hobbies are hot yoga, quantum physics, manga, shoe design and online gaming (handle: EatMyRocketLauncher). My musical influences include Swarrrm, Sigh, Blood Stain Child and, um, Backstreet Boys (I know, I know, but I was just a girl).
Being in Gorillaz is like riding a roller-coaster every day: ups and downs, thrills, dizziness, some head-on crashes, and always a pile of sick somewhere. I was only 10 when I joined the band, despite England’s child labour laws. But it has been a good education. I’ve battled hell demons, killed zombies (when it was still cool), staged my own death and been replaced by a cyborg. A really cute one. At first I was jealous because Cyborg Noodle could shoot bullets from her mouth, but the experience taught me to be true to myself. I would say the best thing about being in Gorillaz has been the chance to see the world. The worst thing is Murdoc in the mornings. Or when he’s drunk. Or hungover. And also every other time of the day.
Even though I’m the youngest, you could say I’m the big sister of the band. I comfort 2D when he has a bad dream, and Murdoc when he has a bad trip. I calm Russell down when he gets angry about the world’s problems. I have to remember to look after myself, though. Usually I make a bowl of okayu, a kind of chicken soup, or just oil my mini-gun. Both are very soothing.
Some say I can be cold. It’s not true—I just take a while to warm up to people. Maybe it’s because I was raised in a super-soldier program and never knew my parents. All those covert night ops meant no bedtime stories. But those skills saved my skin recently when I accidentally released a shape-shifting hell demon from a pearl shell. Oops, my bad. I tracked that monster across Japan, and finally, in his secret Tokyo crime den, I had him. In the heat of battle, I kept my head and fought bravely. He didn’t. So now I have his head. On a shelf next to my Hello Kitty alarm clock (vintage, quite valuable). I put a red bulb in the mouth, kind of like a lava lamp. It’s a conversation starter.
So you see, being in Gorillaz has shaped me into the woman you see today: a feminist-anarchist-avenging-angel-intellectual-soul-sister-of-mercy. Who also likes cute hamster butts (it’s a Japanese thing, Google it). Is that enough about me? I could go on, but I have to go terminate somebody. Only joking. I’ll just scare them a little bit. Kiss.
This is purely what I think, this doesn’t reflect the members whatsoever. Don’t take this to heart. I may have gotten carried away. This is PG-16 lmao. This was requested by @clumclumsos! (Also requested making out with TD, History, UNIQ and 24k so those are next. Thank you! Without further ado, enjoy!
This is honestly one of the best storylines I’ve ever came up with, I am so proud of it you have no idea xx
hesitated as he watched the opened door blankly. It was new to him.
And probably the most stupid thing he had ever done. But he was now
standing in front of this wood door. He couldn’t go back. He sighed
before stepping into the room, everyone looking up to him as he sent
the counselor an apologetic look. He walked closer to the person,
sitting onto the only free chair that was left. He looked around the
strangers in the room. People there were young and old. It was a
really mixed group and somehow, it annoyed him even more.
only familiar face sitting right in front of Joe got up, walking into
the middle of the circle of chairs. “Okay so as you all know, my
name is Mr. Porter and I know every single one of you as I am your
individual counselor.” The older man explained as Joe simply rolled
his eyes, crossing his arms. “Welcome to our support group. So
let’s start by simply introducing yourselves and saying why you are
here.” Mr. Porter offered as he pointed to the first person sitting
to his right. The first person started to talk and Joe had already
heard enough. This was pointless to him but one of his friends had
suggested it would help so there he was, sitting in a room full of
unknown faces, each talking about their problems.
enough, it was Joe’s turn and as everyone’s eyes were on him, nerves
suddenly flashed his body. This was intimidating. “Um, my name is
Joe Sugg. I’m 25 years old and I’m here because my friend told me
too.” The dark blonde boy exclaimed, looking down to the ground as
each word flew out of his month. And then the few other people
sitting next to him ended the introduction round. But someone’s
comment had caught his attention and his eyes looked from the ground
to the last person. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m 24 years old
and I’m here because I have nothing else better to do.” The
brunette spoke, her voice monotone. It was evident that she didn’t
want to be here either. Y/N had caught his eye and when she did,
a small smile appeared on her face which he didn’t hesitate to give
Now, let’s do another round and talk about each other’s issues, what
you are struggling with or dealing with in life. Alright?” Joe
didn’t even pay attention to the strangers words, his eyes were
locked onto her. But his smile faded slowly as he noticed that she
was rubbing her own arm gently, a sign that he knew all too well, a
sign for comfort. And then he also noticed her limp posture and
slumped shoulders and he didn’t have to hear her say what her
struggle was, he had found it pretty easily. Suddenly it seemed as if
the wall that she had brought with her to this group was down but
only to Joe’s eyes as he had figured out her problem and he was now
mesmerized. Not only because she was attractive but because he wanted
to pay attention to the potential other signs that she would
Mr. Porter exclaimed, breaking him out of his thoughts as he looked
back to the counselor as everyone had their eyes on him once again.
Joe hesitated before speaking when he suddenly didn’t feel the need
to talk about what was wrong, he needed it to be cured. And he came
to the conclusion that this was completely useless. “What even is
the point of this?” Joe suddenly questioned, looking to Mr. Porter
straight in the eyes as he was pouring his heart out, not the way
everyone expected him to. “Does going to a meeting every Thursday
at 5pm and sitting around in circle, asking each other ‘how are you’
makes any difference? Does it makes us less lonely? I don’t think
so.” Joe stated, not caring about the confused looks of this bunch
of strangers. This didn’t mean anything to him and even if he was the
only one to think so lowly of this sessions, he did not care. And
everyone stayed silent for a minute, until the person that he felt
the closest to in the room spoke.
“I agree with Joe. I think a
group where you’re supported to make friends and to take trips is
more accurate.” Y/N suddenly explained, the same determined
look on the lost counselor. And her confidence was breathtaking.
“Like some days, you mingle and read books and grab coffees and the
other days go on a roller coaster ride or a simple park.” She
suggested and unlike the dark blonde boy, she was looking around to
everyone, making sure that they were all listening to the words that
she had desperately been trying to say as soon as this had started.
“A support group where people actually get to know each other and
talk, instead of just listening. A support group where you can forget
about your actual loneliness and just hang out. Because the truth is
no one really listens, we just wait for our turn to talk.” Y/N stated, shutting everyone up even more as she looked directly to Joe
sending him a quick smile before getting up, lifting her purse up to
her shoulder. “And with that said, have a nice day.” Was all that
she said before walking out of the room.
suddenly let out a small laugh to himself as he was impressed by what
had just happened and without hesitating, he got up to run up after
her, leaving the whole group speechless. As he stepped outside of the
building, he saw her by the doors, eyes locked down onto her phone
and he smiled as he walked up to her.
“That was..special.” Joe
smirked as she looked up to him, a smile on her face. “You started
it.” Y/N teased, moving around to face him properly. Joe
laughed at her comment. “Fair point.” Joe said, meeting her
glance as the two exchanged another smile. Joe wanted to ask her. He
wanted to know if he had been right, if she was living the same
thing. Just to be sure. But as her previous words were echoing in his
head, he figured that it wasn’t the right thing to do.
“I know this
is going to sound weird but there is this trampoline park like 10
minutes away, would you want to hang out there?” Joe asked, an
earnest look on his face. “Actually, I’d love to.” Y/N replied as they looked at each other for a minute. There was some
mystery in the both of them and it was intriguing. They both laughed
as they started to walk towards the park and away from this support
two strangers had probably taken one of the best decisions as the
best way to cure loneliness was to just hang out. And it didn’t work
for everyone but for them it did. And not only did it brought them
comfort and attention but it also brought them one of the most
passionate relationships they had ever known.
Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback
Word Count: 3167
Author’s Note: Yiiiikes! This is a long one. I haven’t even started the next one and I have visitors for a few days so it will be a bit before I have part 5, so I hope you enjoy this extra long one in the meantime!
After the baseball game, and a full day of driving and roller coasters before that, everyone’s more than happy to spend the night stretching out around the hotel room. While we might be enjoying a night in, Y/N insists that guy’s day must continue, if even just quietly. She made sure we stopped on the way home from the game for drinks and demanded that we pick a line-up of terrible, aggressive, mostly plotless movies while she ordered a pizza. Well several pizzas. She knows Sam can really pack it away.
Today I honestly can’t remember why she drives me so crazy all the time. Today she’s fucking perfect. Who the hell would be ok with burning in the sun all day at a baseball game and then coming back to beer, pizza, and shitty action movies with the three of us? We’re more than a handful but she’s relaxed and it seems easy to her, but I know she’s going out of her way at every turn. I can’t figure out exactly when I started thinking about her like this but it’s a problem. A big fucking problem.
Your birthday was today, you weren’t someone that went crazy on their birthday, you never thought that you had to celebrate it or do anything special on it. But this time you really wanted to treat yourself and go out for a nice dinner with your boyfriend since you’ve been working super hard at work taking double shifts almost everyday trying to get promoted.
It was already later in the evening and you haven’t heard from Jay, you received so many birthday wishes from friends and family but nothing from Jay, you weren’t mad you were just disappointed he forgot your birthday. At first you thought he was trying to play a game where he forgets it, but when it was getting later in the day you just thought he forgot.
When you got home from work you were super tired and just wanting the day to end, what a bummer having to spend a birthday alone on a Friday night. You saw Jays sneakers at the front of the door and it kind of put your hopes up, you went inside the bedroom to see Jay getting ready.
“Hey babe” he said cheerfully
“Hey” you said also cheerfully thinking he’s going to surprise you or something
“Where are you going” you said with a smile
“Oh guys night you know” he said and your smile fell, okay he definitely forgot what today is you thought.
“Oh” you said and nodded your head
“Have fun” you said and headed to the bathroom to change of your work clothes.
“Thanks babe” he said. After a while you heard the front door close and you knew he had left.
You were trying to not let this get to you, telling yourself that it was just a birthday and not the end of the world, even though you had made plans and been working extra hard to enjoy this day but then nothing went according to plan. You weren’t even hungry anymore and just decided to watch some show and chill on the couch until you fell asleep.
An hour later you got a phone call and when you went to check it was Simon, weird you thought. Why would Simon call you when they were all out having fun.
“Hello” you said after you answered the phone
“Hey you” he said and you could hear music in the background.
“What’s up” you said trying to get to the point of why he called.
“Um I need to ask for a favor, can you come pick up Jay he’s kind of super drunk right”
“What the hell, it’s only been an hour”
“I know, but he drank this one that was super strong and he’s super out of it” he said and you signed, great just great.
“Okay, I’ll be there” you said, even though you were disappointed in Jay today, you couldn’t just leave him there.
You decided to change your clothes since you knew you wouldn’t be able to get in with sweat pants on.
On your way you just kept cursing Jay, what did I deserve to have to take care of my drunk boyfriend on my birthday in which he totally forgot and went out with his friend instead.
When you got to the club they were at it took you a while to be able to find them but Jay was no where to be seen.
“Hey you came” Simon came and greeted you with a hug
“I did say I will come” you said in a salty tone
“Where’s Jay anyway” you said looking around for him
“He was here just right now” Simon said and started looking with you.
And suddenly all the music goes quiet which made you so confused.
“Baby girl” you hear Jays voice but you thought you were just hearing things, Simon turns you so you could face the DJ station where you saw Jay standing there looking more than normal and defiantly not drunk
Truth was Jay knew it was your birthday and had been trying to come up with a good surprise, he knew you didn’t go all out on your birthday but that just made him want to treat you and make it a special day for you, so he decided to pull a little prank on you and act like he forgot, he felt super guilty when he saw your smile fall when he said he was going out, at that moment he just wanted to tell you that it was a prank but he knew he had to keep the prank going. He had the whole AOMG crew on it and planned this little surprise for you. He also knew that you just wanted a simple dinner to spend with him, and he was defiantly taking you to his favorite restaurant and making you feel like a queen.
“Did you really think I forgot your birthday, girl your tripping” he said through the mic which made everyone chuckle but you were speechless not knowing how to react to this sudden surprise
“Everyone, today is my girls birthday and I want everyone to sing to her” he said and led everyone in the club by singing and suddenly Gray came out with a cake that had lit up candles on it, you couldn’t believe that everyone was on it with this surprise.
Jay came to you giving you the biggest hug
“I can’t believe you Jay, I thought you forgot” you said to him
“I would never” he said giving kiss.
“Jay you didn’t have to do all this, a simple dinner would have been more than enough” you said
“I know, but you’ve been working super hard and I just wanted you to have a good time and enjoy it”
“Thank you” you said, and Jay could sense you were getting emotional from this whole day for being a roller coaster so he took you in his arms and held you, in which you were very grateful for and held on to him.
“Your very welcome babe” he said and kissed your cheek which sent blushing with Jay showing his affection in front of everyone.
After having birthday cake, Jay ended up pulling you to the dance floor after many complaints of you that you don’t know how to dance, by Jay had his ways and dragged you regardless.
You didn’t know that the night would end up like that but you weren’t against it either, it was a well spent birthday with the people you cared for.
I hope you guys enjoyed it, I wrote this out of the blue in like less then an hour lol, I hope its not that bad :)
Today was a roller coaster of a day. I absolutely loved every second of today and now I’m in tears because it’s over. I met @therealjacksepticeye and @crankgameplays and they were super duper nice. I didn’t get the chance to meet @markiplier but I got pretty damn close so it’s okay. Also they got my letters that I wrote for them so that makes me really happy. My first PAX experience is one that I will never forget and will always hold as a happy memory @glennnnnnnnnn@expresswaytopurgatory