Summary: It is that time of the year when your husband disappears behind his office doors, stacks of papers piled high on his desk, and fails to return home until the wee hours of the morning-if he returns at all. As the days pass by and his side of the bed grows colder, you decide that if he is too busy to come home, you’ll just have to go to him. Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Smut, romance || Husband/CEO! Yoongi Word Count: 3,900+ Warnings: office (desk) sex, riding, oral, etc. For Prompt #2: “Shh, let’s just see how quiet you can be” which was requested by @baepsaewhalien and an anon. || This was meant to just be a drabble… → Other Drabbles
The door falls shut with a gentle clink, the noise resounding in the small office space and you blink back the nerves and excitement as Yoongi peers up at you from where he is seated behind his large, oak desk, glasses falling gradually down the bridge of his nose. He says nothing at your presence, simply cocks a brow in muted amusement and motions for you to take a seat on the leather couch that is nestled in the small corner of his work space. You follow his instructions silently, heels clicking along the tiled floor as you move over to take a spot on the plush cushions, hands coming to rest on your lap. There is a familiar itch that comes with these meetings, a pleasant buzz of eagerness that lingers just below the surface of your limbs.
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hellooo. can you do one for the prompt thing (only if you're still doing it) with the "But, I said I love you" prompt and can you do it heartbreaking bc why not. And with Bucky. please? thank you! ps: i love your writing so much
“But, I said I love you”
THIS IS SO DEPRESSING I HATE MYSELF FOR WRITING THIS
Bucky cradled you in his arms, choking back tears as he watched the life drain from your face. Your hand clutched your wound, blood seeping through your fingers.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen (Y/N),” Bucky sobbed, pulling you closer to him, “I was supposed to die first.”
“Bucky,” You choked out, blood dribbling down your chin, “This is apart of the job. People come, and people go. And today, I’m leaving.”
Bucky’s tears dripped down his face and fell onto your skin.
“But, I said I love you,” Bucky whispered, “We were supposed to be together forever.”
“”And I love you Bucky,” You calmly responded, “But you have to let me go.”
“No,” He harshly breathed, “No, you’re not dying, not today.”
“Do me favor?” You gently whispered, “Live a long and happy life, okay?”
You left the conversation at that, and let the darkness take over. It was a beautiful ending really, dying in the arms of your only love, your last sight the serene vision of Bucky’s eyes.
Bucky sobbed as he held your limp body, the tears blurring his vision. He let out a string of profanities, cursing the people who brought this upon you. It took everything in Steve and Sam to get him back to the quinjet, his grip on you unrelenting.
Steve did his best to mend Bucky, but nothing could ever fix the hole in his heart that you left.