#it said it would be a sexy nanny affair....we got a sexy nanny affair

[mcufan72]

It's not a thought, it's a fact

Loki x female reader(18+)

18+/ enemies (?) to lovers/ bantering/ mutual pining/ fluff/ a little bit angsty/ implied smut but no actual smut.

Loki is part of the Avengers, you are one of Tony's office assistants.

"I won't team up with him, Tony!"

"She would love to," Loki smirked.

"No, Laufeyson, I would never. I hate you," you complained.

"She doesn't!" Loki teased back, grinning at Tony.

"I do hate you and I'll never team up with you," you snarled, glancing disdainfully at Loki.

"Stop it, you're worse than toddlers! I had enough of kindergarten now. You two team up for that mission and wait in the car for the delinquent. Observe the area and when you see him leaving the building you message us so we can get him," Tony became obviously furious.

"No! Are you serious Tony? I would rather spend a whole day with a hundred snakes in that car than with him!" You stated harshly.

"As I said, she likes me," Loki grinned smugly, hands on his hips.

"No, I hate you… Tony, please why can I not stay behind my desk and do my work? He can do it alone." You begged.

"No, he can't and you know why…", Tony responded.

"I'm not his nanny! Ask one of his countless affairs to pamper his royal ass." Your anger grew and you definitely didn't want to sit in the car together with Loki.

"My what?" Loki raised his eyebrows.

"Your countless affairs…don't play dumb, Laufeyson. You should tell your playthings to giggle and scream more quietly when you…bless them with your …princely features." You complained and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Loki opened his mouth to say something but he decided to swallow down his words and closed his mouth again.

"Y/n, you know most of us are on a mission and we don't have enough agents here to solve the actual problem. We need you to support us. So please, do me the favour, get in that car with Laufeyson and observe the said delinquent!" Tony commanded strictly with no room for further discussion.

"I've no other choice I guess…," you sighed.

"Nope!" Tony answered.

"It's going to be a nice afternoon…," Loki rejoiced, smirking again.

"Shut up, Laufeyson," you snarled.

On the way to the car parking lot you didn't even look at him, you tried to ignore him. Why couldn't you just stay in your office? Why were you punished to do this observation with Loki Laufeyson, the bane of your existence?

"Don't even think about talking to me. Just keep your mouth shut and don't you dare bother me!" You said to him with a pissed-off undertone while you both entered the car.

"Oh, I'm quite a good storyteller…"

"Laufeyson…"

"…I could tell you an Asgardian fairytale…"

"…shut up…"

You arrived at the observing location and Loki parked the car some distance from the building you had to observe. You loosened your seat belt and tried to get comfortable in your seat. You still ignored him but you couldn't ignore how sexy he looked when he drove the car, his veiny forearms and hands holding and controlling the steering wheel. One of his arms now rested on his bent leg. He was too tall for this car and he had some struggles finding a comfortable sitting position.

"Why don't you like me?" Loki asked you curiously.

"Oh, I don't just not like you, I hate you!"

"Why? What have I done to deserve this?" He wanted to know, seemingly disappointed.

"You're arrogant, spoiled, rude, vain, hostile… wanna hear more?"

"Oh, yes please it's going to get interesting," he scuffed.

"You're insatiable, cheeky, unpredictable …and disgusting and a man whore …I hate men like you."

"And you're full of prejudice. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. You didn't even try once!"

"Why should I? I've seen enough." You answered annoyingly.

"What have you seen?"

"All the women who got nibbled by you …and I…I've heard them. How many women do you need per day? One? Or three? For morning, noon, and evening? Like 'three women a day take the pain in my cock away'? Are you ever satisfied?"

"Satisfaction is not in my nature."

"Oh, yes that's not new information …"

"Why do you think I whore around and have lots of women? Is it wrong to have needs? Don't you have them?" Loki asked you curiously.

"My needs are none of your business. At this point our conversation is finished, Laufeyson."

The observation and the long wait for the delinquent Tony wanted to get caught was boring and tiring so after a while you fell asleep. After an hour you woke up yawning and stretched your limbs.

"Welcome back, sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well?" Loki asked you sarcastically.

"I didn't sleep, it was just a slight slumber."

"Aahh, okay so snoring is your favourite hobby…I get it."

"Shut up… and I do not snore."

"You do…it's cute." He said softly.

"Fuck you, Laufeyson!"

"You don't have a kind word for me, do you?"

"No! You're just a pain in the ass. Any signs of the delinquent?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"What question?" you asked him annoyed.

"Why do you think I make out with a lot of women and let them warm my bed?" Loki sounded a bit hurt.

You huffed and inhaled deeply.

"Laufeyson… it's not a thought, it's a fact."

"And you know why exactly?"

"I. Can. Hear. Them. My room is pretty close to yours. And you must be very good in the bedroom department when they squeal that loud and with such delight." You answered him with faked kindness.

"Should we try it? I could show you how …"

"Uurrgghh…no! Never, Laufeyson. You're not that good-looking that I would share a bed with you. And by the way, I'm not that easy to get. I'll never be a further notch in your bedpost. You'll never have me!"

"Very good, because you wouldn't even be my third choice!" He said harshly.

Your harsh words felt like you had stabbed him with his sharpest knife. He stared through the windscreen while tears welled up in his eyes.

You stared through your side window and bit on the inside of your quivering lower lip. Why did his words hurt you? You knew you were nothing special, you were just an average woman, not in the slightest as beautiful as all the models or whatever they were he used to devour every day.

He would never find you attractive or worth talking to and so you decided to continue hating him. A few minutes later you saw the wanted criminal leaving the by you observed building.

"Loki, look… over there on the left…," and your one hand grabbed his forearm, the index finger of your other hand pointing in the direction of the fugitive who left the building.

Loki saw him too and while he contacted Tony immediately, he looked down at your hand on his arm. Your touch caused goosebumps all over his skin and it felt so damn good.

"Mission accomplished," he informed Tony briefly.

You quickly withdrew your hand from Loki's arm and you scolded yourself inwardly. It was definitely unnecessary to touch him but it didn't feel bad…he didn't feel bad.

"What was that?"

"What do you mean?" You weren't able to look at him and you kept staring through the windscreen, your gaze fixed on the wanted criminal. That guy seemed to feel safe because he didn't walk any further.

"You touched me."

"I didn't touch you. I just wanted your attention...," you huffed.

"Well, you succeeded." He couldn't avoid a grin.

You felt a burning heat on your face…you were blushing like hell. Within a minute, the Agents, which weren't far away from your current location, arrested the wanted criminal and Loki and you were allowed to return home. You spent the car ride back to Stark Tower in awkward silence.

You returned to your apartment and took a shower. After that, you put some body lotion on your body and spread it over your skin. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were satisfied with your appearance and your body. Both weren't flawless or perfect but acceptable. Would Loki like your body? Would he even like you one day? You thought about the countless nights when you had pleasured yourself while thinking of him. You always wished it were his fingers sliding through your wet folds and fingering your cunt, his thumb, that circled your needy clit, making you moan. With every orgasm you gave yourself you silently called his name. Why did you even ask yourself that question? Why should he want you? It seemed he could be a pleasant conversation partner. His wit and his charm were adorable. But instead to befriend him you did everything to expel him. And you did it just because you were afraid to fall in love with him and anyways it would be a love he never would reciprocate. He would never want a Midgardian girl.

You got dressed in tight-fitting blue jeans and a loose black T-shirt with a deep v-neck. You had just left your apartment when you heard pleasure screams ring out over the corridor. You inhaled deeply and rolled your eyes in annoyance. You had just returned less than an hour ago and he already fucked the next woman. Unbelievable. You looked in the direction where Loki's apartment was…and a door was opened.

But it wasn't Loki's door. It was Bucky's and a blonde giggling Barbie double left his apartment and walked past you without greeting you. Not that her bad manners would bother you but you didn't like women like her. Bucky's apartment was diagonally opposite of Loki's and suddenly realization hit you. It wasn't Loki who was whoring around, it was Bucky! You had often seen the same types of women here, nearly every day and you always assumed they were Loki's affairs.

You headed to the kitchen to prepare yourself some pasta and a fresh salad for dinner. You turned the music on and sang along while preparing the ingredients for your meal. You felt bad now because you did Loki wrong. The sounds of pleasure you had heard all the time never came from his room. How embarrassing. You had been such a fool and Loki had been right, you were full of prejudices. The whole time he tried to tell you that he didn't change his partners like others changed their socks. But you never really listened to him. You didn't know how but you had to apologize to him.

Could she have been more obvious today? Now Loki knew for sure you would never be interested in him, let alone fall in love with him. He has been smitten with you since the first day he saw you. Your appearance, your behaviour, the way you moved, the way you spoke to others…you were adorable. You never had a nice word for him. It seemed you always looked at him disgusted and annoyed.

Sure! It was because you thought he was a man whore. You only bantered with him and he'd rather let you insult him than not talk to you at all. It was enough for him because he would never get the chance to make you fall in love with him and to make you his woman. He tried to focus on other women but they were never interested in his personality or in things he loved to talk about. They just wanted his body and his cock to satisfy their carnal desires. To be horny sometimes and to surrender to pleasure was nothing bad per se. But if he was honest he just wanted to share it with you.

After he had taken a shower, he stood naked in front of his large mirror, looking at himself. He knew he was attractive. After all, he was a god. Every part of his body seemed to be perfect. His long raven hair, which cascaded over his broad shoulders, his strong arms with the well-built biceps, his big hands made to grab a woman's hips or hold her in his arms, his chiselled chest and his perfectly build abs, the seductive v-line and the happy trail that leads to his cock, those long muscular legs, his well-toned ass …nearly every woman he got to know wanted exactly this, and only this…the perfect muscular, godly body to satisfy their needs. But there was one muscle they never wanted, they never cared about …his heart. It stayed cold and empty… until he met you.

He had lost count of how many times he had stroked himself to orgasm at the thought of you. How much he wished it was your hand which stroked his aching length and fondled his swollen balls. Your hands would feel heavenly when they would roam over his body to caress him and take his pain and loneliness away. To hold you in his arms and fall asleep with you together in his bed was his biggest wish. You looked so cute today when you had fallen asleep in the car seat next to him.

And besides all of this, you were an eloquent and lovely woman and he'd love to talk with you about all the things you both were interested in. But it would stay a dream. Everything would stay a dream and that was the greatest pain of all.

He got dressed. He wore a half-open white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and dark blue trousers, his feet bare. He was hungry so he headed off to the kitchen to have a look if there was something he could eat for dinner.

The closer he came to the kitchen the louder became the music from there and then he saw you. You were preparing some pasta and a salad and you sang along to the music. He knew how much you loved doing it, he often watched you from afar. It always made him smile but he never dared to join you when you were alone in the kitchen, preparing some food or making some tea or coffee. And you were barefoot again, like him. Loki grinned happily because it was something you had in common. You both loved to walk around at home without shoes and socks.

He was starving and your pasta smelled delicious. Normally he would leave the kitchen area immediately until you would be gone again but this time, he didn't leave. Something told him, he should try to talk to you tonight.

"Hello y/n. It's me. Just don't notice me! I just want to look for something to eat," Loki said softly as he approached from behind. He didn't want to scare you because you were still singing and hadn't recognised him entering the kitchen. You turned around to look at him and greeted him and this time you were not annoyed or harsh.

"Good evening Loki. Did the smell of my pasta bring you to the kitchen? Please, join me. You can help me get the table ready." You asked him nicely.

Loki was amazed because he wasn't used to hearing a friendly word from you.

"Are you sure you want me to join you?"

"An absolutely legitimate question but yes, I'm sure, Loki."

"Not 'Laufeyson' anymore?"

You both chuckled and smiled at each other.

"No, it's unkind and inappropriate," you said and bit nervously into your lower lip.

"No confessions of how much you dislike me? No confessions of how much you despise me? I loved the bantering between us," he said hesitantly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I love it, too, Loki," you answered soft-spoken.

"Do you still hate me?" Loki questioned thickly.

"I never did. But don't forget, I'm not even your third choice."

"No, you aren't. You are always my first choice, my beauty! And my only choice. I'm going mad from the desire to hold you in my arms. I'm not a man whore. I just dated a woman sometimes and once in a while I also spent the night with a woman. And my apartment is soundproof, I'd never expose the woman I share my bed with. I'm still looking for the one and only woman who wants to be a part of my life and who wants to own my heart. The woman who allows me to love and worship her. And who loves me back in the same way."

His voice was so deep and rich and you felt like he had wrapped you in a velvety blanket

"I know. The sounds of passion never came from your rooms. I learned my lesson earlier before I headed to the kitchen. Please forgive me, handsome. I did you wrong. And you think I could be the one for you?" You asked him shyly.

"It's not a thought, it's a fact. I'm not gonna fuck you tonight, sweet thing. I want to court you, impress you, seduce you. I'll make you mine one day, I'd love to hear your cries of pleasure but…I want that romantic stuff, too. And I want that first. I've never wanted any woman the way I want you. I never wanted these women who threw themselves on me just because of my looks. I want you to fall in love with me. You're too precious to me to be just a fling. I want you to stay with me."

"I want all of this, too. I was such an idiot, Loki, full of prejudices and so jealous of the other women who weren't even yours. And I was so afraid of falling in love with you because… I thought you would reject me. After all, you are a god. I'm deeply sorry. Please, Loki court me! Let us have all that romantic stuff." You explained and a tear ran down your cheek.

"Your wish is my order, my beauty. Do you allow me to kiss you?"

"Only if you allow me to kiss you back."

"I wish for nothing else…"

Loki pulled you gently into his arms and cupped your cheek in his hand, his thumb trailing over your cheekbone. He kissed your lips tenderly before he deepened the kiss and it became a passionate one. His strong, muscular body flush against yours felt heavenly and you reciprocated his desirable kiss and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. It was the sweetest, most genuine and most longingly kiss you ever got or gave someone. And he smelled so good and you were completely enchanted by him.

Loki couldn't believe that you had allowed him to kiss you. Your soft lips on his felt unbelievably good and your scent and your taste intoxicated him. You were enchanting in every way. This kiss wasn't just a kiss. It was a promise that you would be honest with each other and not just this, you would also be the only true love for each other.

"Would you like to have dinner with me? I cooked pasta with salmon, with a hint of dill and paisley and I made a fresh salad. It's enough for two!"

"I'd love to. Could be a good start, couldn't it?" Loki smiled lovingly at you.

"Is this our first date then?" You asked him softly.

"It's our first date then!" Loki answered and he kissed you again until you both were breathless.

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[synergysilhouette]

Kingsley deserved better (rant from reddit)

Despite not being a part of Choices' steamy saga, Queen B is a sexy book that had good dialogue and occasional comedy, allowing for a shallow but enjoyable MC who wanted to be popular--whether they were nice or cruel is up to you. But this attitude decision has no bearing on how you treat Ian/Ina Kingsley.

Originally meeting them at a bar and having a nice hookup session, you soon find out that they're your professor at your new college, and they quickly throw on the metaphorical chastity belt in order to make it clear that what happened earlier can't happen again. Despite the brief encounter, MC is determined to continue the relationship with the hottest professor at the college, even blackmailing their TA (who was doing some shady things herself) and taking her place.

At this point, the professor got weak in the knees and gave in, though jumping back and forth between being horny and practical. Professor Kingsley is weary about this relationship--as they should be--to which MC aggressively states "you KNOW I don't want to ruin your career. How could you say that?!" However, Kingsley clarifies that they're actually worried about MC and their standing at the college. They haven't had a lot of romantic moments that were non-sexual, so I'm gonna guess Kingsley is someone who's quick to catch feelings; unsurprising, given that they're dodging thirsty people left and right and want to be valued as a person rather than that fine booty everyone wants to pounce on (even if Queen B 2 retconned that and said they "lacked volume").

But MC wasn't really the person to do this with. Eventually she breaks Kingsley down, be it as a friend or a lover, and mean girl Poppy blackmails you with evidence that you guys could be something more than teacher and student. Kinda sucks, because even if you just wanted to be friends, you're still blackmailed. In order to prevent Kingsley from their fears being confirmed, you avoid them and tell them nothing. Up to this point, it's pretty much Professor groaning and moaning about how they need MC, and it's almost like we're watching the objectification take root in them, that they're willing to become a bimbo/himbo because they finally found someone they liked, but that someone was mainly into their body.

So MC gets angry when Kingsley goes to see them publicly (even though she should've been more honest, even if it meant terminating the relationship. Way to be selfish, MC!), and it makes Kingsley look bad like MC was in the right. Eventually rumors circulate, and Kingsley decides they'll risk their career and begin privately dating MC.

Come QB2, they're essentially comfortable with being a private booty call, though eventually they are let go and a new enemy makes you think they were just using you for research on the absurd hierarchy on the college, which Kingsley apologizes for. Honestly if I were Kingsley, I'd be done with MC, but the fact that a scorned flame helps get Kingsley fired, it essentially has them running back into MC's arms.

That's most of it, but I'm pretty sad that the appeal of this (much like the Nanny Affair) is that it's supposed to be risky, though as we see in the story, it's the LI who takes the biggest hit, and they pick themselves up and say "I'll get another job. You still want me, right?" The amount of disrespect MC did to Professor Kingsley knows no bounds. He was the only male LI in the game, so I hoped his romance would be more emotional, but it almost felt like MC was emotionally manipulating them at times and the relationship felt mainly sexual. I'd rather have Carter as an LI with Kingsley as a sexual option (at least then no feelings would be hurt). Sorry for the spiel!

#Choices #choices stories we play #playchoices #pixelberry studios #pixelberry #choices app #choices #choices stories you play #choices game #play choices

[korgbelmont]

Choices Insiders December 2022

So here we are, the final month of the year, and the final Insiders post of the year.

Let's take a look...

I haven't got anything to say on Kiss of Death at this point in time as I am not VIP and there have only been 2 chapters, so it's still too early to get an idea on this book. But let me know what you all think of it so far!

I did send in a question regarding the new Love interests, but unfortunately, we did not really get anything on it. It looks like Aerin will be back and we will be seeing more of the races within this world such as Goblins (who are sexy and non-binary) and Dwarves (who all have beards).

I'm interested to see what Guinevere will be like when it launches next year. From what I have seen, people do seem to be enjoying it.

Link for The Phantom Agent soundtrack

I have really been enjoying Murder at Homecoming, definitely one of the top books of the year for me, I always enjoy a good mystery and look forward to seeing how these last few chapters unfold.

I ended up falling behind on The Nanny Affair, but I must be honest, I did not expect it to end up as a trilogy, but it did.

So this is the cover for Surrender 2, I have seen the fully finished cover already, and from what I can tell, it looks like when it comes the BDSM scenes, MC may be taking on a more dominant role at points with Reagan as the Submissive.

A look at some of the outfits we can be expecting for MC in BK2. I can theorise perhaps 3 new outfits we will see for Reagan as well.

I've never been good with emoji ciphers, so I'm not going to try and decipher it. My only guess would be the palm tree suggesting a holiday, so make that potentially 4 new outfits for Reagan.

My best guess is that this is a new dungeon with collectibles.

There have been a lot more gender of choice MC books in the past few months, and it has been absolutely great to see the choice of pronoun become more and more common. I hope this ends up being the norm.

I feel like I have said as much as I can on Surrender for now, so I'll leave it as is. I'm interested to see what the new titles for the beginning of next year will be like.

Laws 2 I'm enjoying, interested to see how everything will play out. I'm still not sure what to make of The Phantom Agent, even though we're x amount of chapters in on the wide release. I am enjoying the story and curious to see how it plays out, but I don't know.

For 2023 (feels weird to be saying that), we'll be kicking it off with some Fantasy in Guinevere and then we'll be heading down the Crime route with Kiss of Death in February. Interested to see what these will all be like.

No new titles on this one which I must admit, I did find surprising, but my best guess is that they'll be saving things like that for their end of year blog post. Curious to see what we'll be looking forward to in 2023.

Until then, that's it! Keep safe everyone!

#playchoices #choices insiders #thoughts and theories

[baldwinboy5choices]

When you’re so pissed off at TNA and you want to destroy everyone except for Robin and M&M but PB has left you so exhausted by everything that you’re not sure why you even care about this app anymore, so you’re not willing to spend any more than like… fifteen minutes on the murdering. Thirty, tops.

Alternatively, when you want to participate in this year’s Purge, but you’re just so busy and have so many other commitments to juggle.

#sigh love u kiefer at least YOU will never hurt me #the nanny affair #i’m just so tired of... everything from this app #it’s giving me cognitive dissonance that i can still be so angry about this nanny smut book while also being so checked out #i also can’t believe i’m so angry at a book that perhaps more so than any other has done exactly what it said it would #like EXACTLY #it said it would be a sexy nanny affair....we got a sexy nanny affair #i don’t know what my problem is #other than... you know... being in love with robin (YES STILL) #and sam and then sofia’s entire friggin family all being total dicks to robin openly #i also wrote an entire way too long alternate outline of tna where mc is a villain #and got a bit territorial about sofia’s threats like.... hey....... that’s my mc’s thing....... you know...... despite it being..... #totally fan made and also fake and not at all real #well.... WELL......... at least robin’s................ alive.

[oftenderweapons]

Not sure if this counts as a Drabble I’m not really familiar with it sorry! So you can ignore if you want but maybe you can do a list of BTS and the OC’s favorite kinks

[A/N: this took a very long time coming, mostly because it was a lengthy job. Sorry for the wait nonnie, I hope it’s worth it 🥴😉]

Okay! I sort of assembled this as a mix of short headcanons (there are six to eight each — also I got carried away with Jk, he’s got eleven but some are like, are more lowkey). They’re divided couple by couple and I’ve tried to be as realistic as possible, which means that some couples have some kinks in common, especially since I stayed on more well-known kinks and fetishes that represent each couple’s go-to. I do think they explore less popular kinks other than the ones I listed, however they might not go there that often.

You’ll be seeing some of these soon ;) [ILLICIT AFFAIRS WON I AM CRYING]

Uhm. Obviously there’s a lot of stuff I have to include in the trigger warnings, so bear with me. 

This is obviously 18+

TRIGGER WARNINGS: discipline (brat taming, sub training), impact play (spankings, paddle, flogger, riding crop; both on ass and breasts), marking, dirty talking, choking, masturbation (male and female receiving; mututal), squirting, several fetishes (uniform, shoes, feet, voice), cock worship, breast worship, powerplay (DDLG, daddy kink; domination; mommy kink; Primal/predator-prey dynamics, pet play), orgasm control and deprivation, role play, food play, cum play/cum eating, pain kink, sensation play, temperature play, edging and overstimulation, phone sex, cyber sex, bondage, torture play/forced masturbation, tickling, anal play (buttplugs, strap on, rimming, penetration), degradation kink, corruption kink, voyeurism and exhibitionism, outdoor sex, cockwarming, oral sex (male and female receiving; facefucking male receiving; mutual), sex toys (nipple clamps, dildo, vibrator)

Not exactly kinks, more like attitudes: experimentalism, intimacy, sapiosexuality

Check out my masterlist here 

Enjoy 💜✨

Namjoon and Vixen

Daddy kink; brat taming

I think it’s sort of a given, but it also needs to be included. Vixen’s first relationship was when she had just turned nineteen, with a man quite older than her. They were together for a couple years and he significantly shaped her needs in terms of intimacy and sex. Her parenting figures were really weak and she grew up with a nanny who taught her her second language, French. Namjoon — being always a very responsible very nurturing figure within the group, and somehow having the role of a mediator — is used to stubborn, hot-headed people and would probably be a bit bored with someone incapable of giving him a bit of attitude. This said, it comes quite natural that Vixen (although she is a very smart, very elegant young lady) looks for guidance in her partner, and after the responsibilities that come with her career, she looks for someone who can take decisions for her and even control her private life a little, like check that she eats and what she eats, or pick what she’s going to wear for the day. On the other hand, Namjoon likes being taken care of in other ways, namely cuddles and homecooked meals, which Vixen offers profusely. Her childlike, unconditional affection is exactly what makes Namjoon baby her, and such behaviour on his behalf encourages her to rely on him even more, letting him pamper her and spoil her. And in terms of bratting... Well, Vixen likes seeing him lose his cool — because a sick part of her (she knows it’s sick) gets horny seeing Namjoon angry. And Namjoon in returns gets even more cool and composed the more she gets feisty. He calls the shot, may she like it or not. The point is that with some cuddles, soft words (and a few good spanks) he always manages to tame her.

Spanking

Vixen likes getting spanked. And Namjoon is obsessed with her ass. He is an ass and thighs man. Fight me on this one. Nothing turns him on more than seeing her flesh quiver after the impact of a good spank. Vixen likes it simply because it condenses three of her favourite things, discipline, punishments and pain kink. Spanks are delivered both as a reward and as a punishment, and Namjoon knows how to make a distinction between the two cases, although he much prefers delivering them as a reward, since he hasn’t got much of a pain kink, and painful activities are a soft limit for him, both in terms of giving and receiving. He approves that kind of pain that is simply aimed at enhancing pleasure. Vixen really likes spanks delivered with the bare palm of a hand, since those are the one that she perceives as the most “educational”; however she also likes the paddle, the hairbrush and other more tricky devices (that you will discover soon *wink*).

Marking

Namjoon is crazy for marking Vixen. He is very jealous of her and their relationship staying on the low means that he can’t actually claim her publicly. They both try to protect their relationship for as long as possible, and I can quite see him deciding to keep it private until he’s been married to her for a while. But he’s gonna mark his baby, especially in spots that are only his and hers to see. His absolutely favourite spot would be her hip tattoo, of course, where he always places the first hickey of the night; next her inner thighs, her crotch and her breasts (lovely tiny cherries, he loves them the most). When she allows him, he also leaves hickeys on her neck and chest. Obviously her butt too. He also likes biting, especially her ass (until he leaves bruises and/or actual indentations) and her inner thighs — the softer parts. Vixen also marks him when he’s not on a schedule, when they’re on vacation and they can let loose a little. He especially likes it when she leaves scratches on his back and shoulders, but he also enjoys hickeys on his chest and thighs when she’s on her way to giving him head.

Sapiosexualilty; dirty talking

We all know these two have filthy tongues. They’re sapiosexuals, so they’re turned on by mind games, smart use of language, verbal sparring etcetera. They’re both readers and intellectuals, which means they enjoy a polished, often obscure use of language. They’re the most likely to send each other texts (or even emails) where they simply wax poetic about fucking each other. They can literally send a text at nine am about some spicy play they intend to do later that night, let excitement build all day long and — as soon as they get home — they wait and see who’s the one that surrenders (spoiler: usually Joon because Vixen is a brat and brats are tough eggs to crack). In bed, Vixen loves listening to Namjoon’s voice, no matter if he’s talking about how good it feels to be inside her or if he makes romantic love declarations in midst of a rowdy fuck. Also they might argue while they have sex or pick stupid fights just to release some tension (totally the type to start a discussion as they choose the mirror for the bathroom, Vixen picking round while Namjoon picks rectangular, embarrassing the shopping assistant as they get into hard bickering heavy with sexual tension).

Choking

This is a new one, to both of them. Vixen had never toyed with it before, since she risked drowning when she was a child so she’s not a fan of anything that involves breath control. Still, she didn’t imagine she could be turned on by choking her partner. The first time Namjoon grabs her wrist and brings her hand to his neck she freaks out a little, but then she gets a grip (haha) and realises that seeing him that fucked out, and hearing him moan like that is something most definitely turning her on. Namjoon has a sensitive neck and chest, so having Vixen touching him there makes his soul leave his body; furthermore, the level of trust required leads us right onto the next kink.

Intimacy

I realise this is not exactly a kink, however it is a necessary condition for things to get sexy between these two. Namjoon and Vixen need special closeness for things to work out. Talking, flirting, but also sharing physical closeness and affection, occupying the same mental space. They don’t need to be making love for things to be very emotional. Even the angriest, rowdiest of fuckings to them is actually a very fond way of saying ‘I love you’. I think that out all the kinks this is the most difficult to explain. I suppose this is what makes them incredibly talented even at good ol’ plain vanilla.

Mutual Masturbation

I think these two just do that a lot. They’re extremely comfortable with having the other watch as they touches themselves. I think it started with Vixen being her shameless, teasing, kinky self and Namjoon being incapable of holding back, and then it naturally evolved into both him and her openly touching themselves for the other to see. I think they learn by watching so observing the other and seeing how they do it is how they master their technique.

Lingerie and shoe fetish

Namjoon is obsessed with Vixen’s sexiness, how she carries herself, how much charisma and self confidence she can muster when she is almost naked. I’ve always seen Namjoon extremely attracted to Vixen’s body and seeing it there, with the bare necessities covered by expensive and lush lace and silk, or even in funny cotton drawers with innocent prints is a ticket to Nirvana for Namjoon. I bet you can imagine Vixen lounging on the bed, provocatoriously clad in black lace as she reads a book, and Namjoon entering the room, ready to pounce on her with predatorial intents.

Jin and Angel

Cockworship

We all know that Jin comes from several vanilla experiences, during which he always kept his basest instincts at bay. Once Angel gives him the green light, he’s not letting go. Angel loves celebrating his virility in all ways possible, showing how much she appreciates a part of him that he has felt ashamed of, in some ways. And Jin gets extremely turned on by the simple view of Angel kneeling before him, looking at him as he touches himself, begging to touch and/or kiss his cock. He gets wild with it, especially if you sum that up with Jin being especially interested in discipline. Watching Angel worship his cock with her hands, mouth, tits gives him that sense of power and authority that enhances his dominance and turns him into a cocky, power-hungry beast, ready to do anything to quench his thirst, fulfill his desires and almost entirely ignore Angel’s needs — don’t worry, she actually gets off to Jin getting what he wants on whichever terms he deems necessary.

Power play

Jin likes having power. Being more powerful than Angel is one of the mental tricks he uses to keep himself from going vanilla. The powerful position is what allows him to call the shots, choose what to do and actually claim what he wants and needs. Watching Angel kneel in front of him, with her eyes low until he calls for her attention is one of his biggest turn-ons. And Angel is way more than okay with this: watching Jin take control and knowing that she is pleasing him, that any activity they’re getting into is bound to make Jin loud and messy and fucked out, is the strongest aphrodisiac. When in a vanilla mindset, Jin can’t quite understand (yet) what pushes Angel into pleasing him and how much his pleasure means to her, as they’re still at the beginning of their sexplorations. The more they get familiar with each other’s roles and needs, the more Jin finds pleasure in ruling over Angel and watch her stare at him with her big, beautiful, hungry eyes.

Orgasm control/deprivation

Jin’s need for power manifests in different ways. The fact that Jin comes from several years of vanilla and self control, and Angel has gotten used to their calmer approach to intimacy and sex, makes them both quite good at sexual deprivation. He can easily deprive her for weeks, or deprive himself: when he’s depriving her, his favourite activity is having her kneel on the floor, naked and touch himself until he cums on her breasts; when he’s depriving himself he likes eating her out for at least two or three rounds, until she’s begging for him to fuck her, completely desperate and on the verge of tears when he denies her. Regardless of who is being deprived, when she gets whiny and emotional, he always makes sure to reassure her and remind her when the period of deprivation is going to end, telling her what he plans to do to her as soon as he allows himself to. About orgasm control — Angel needs training. And a very stern one at that. She is not used at that level of control, mostly because she’s used to a very loving, very attentive Seokjin who wants her pleased and pampered all the time. Orgasm control is most definitely the thing she hates the most out of all her training; the only factor keeping her from truly hating it is how Jin turns soft once she manages to complete a task successfully, praising her and letting her have more control — either turning the scene into vanilla lovemaking or letting her turn the tables and ride him until she’s happy and sated.

Role play

Jin sometimes needs help getting into an aggressive, authoritative mood. Luckily, he is a great actor and he know exactly how to get into character. He would often assume a role out of the blue, letting Angel choose what position to occupy — although his all time favourite is teacher-student. It allows him to get into the strictest, harshest forms of impact play, having lots of fun watching sweat, drool and cum stain Angel's uniform, or watching her breasts burst out of her schoolgirl blouse. On a minor note he loves using a paddle or a riding crop on Angel, making her bend over the edge of the bed and flipping her skirt up, spanking her until she's begging, only to sit on the bed and put her head between his legs, tugging at her pigtails (but never letting himself go too deep — he has no interest in seeing Angel gag on him, it's his own hard limit before being hers). Other types of roleplay he likes are doctor-nurse or doctor-patient, landlord-maid, pilot-hostess and obviously chef and waitress, which leads us right to next prompt.

Food play

Angel loves Jin's cooking. She loves watching his wide shoulders in front of the stove, she loves hearing him hum when he tastes something good, she loves him leaning over the table and offering her some food from his fork. She especially likes seeing him so passionate and dedicated, and she loves showing enthusiasm for a hobby that is so dear to him and on which he puts so much effort. Food play is mostly a way to set the tone for passionate, steamy lovemaking, where he worships every inch of Angel's body with his lips. Angel has developed an involuntary reaction to seeing his special cookbook on the small prop by the stove. Wetness coats her thigh as soon as she sees his messy handwriting on the page, signaling that he is indeed preparing a sauce or cream for kinky play. He really likes playing with frozen fruit and ice cream or watching Angel squirm as chocolate sauce tickles her while dribbling down her breasts. He is wicked. And also awfully gluttonous. Angel spoils him and is spoiled with this specific kink of theirs. It was the first kink they explored even when their relationship was still vanilla.

Pain kink

Not much explaining to do. Jin goes absolutely wild with riding crops and paddles. There’s nothing more exciting than watching Angel push her chest towards him, trying to convince him to remove her nipple clamps as she writhing underneath him.

Cum play

There’s nothing more exciting for Jin than watching his cum stain Angel’s breasts, or pulling out at the very last second to cum on her belly. Another thing he loves is to jerk off and make Angel wait with her mouth open, ready to welcome the head of his cock as he finally reaches his climax and spills inside her, telling her not to swallow and open her mouth to show him how much she loves the result of his pleasure before closing her mouth and swallowing, and showing that she took every single droplet of it.

Yoongi and Kitten

Sensation play

Kitten is a bad bitch. She gets off at having Yoongi moaning, squirming, whimpering and groaning underneath her. And Yoongi is so sensitive. It would be a shame not to toy with that. She likes giving him head and edging him, putting him through the absolute worst. He gets weak whenever Kitten blindfolds him, pours warm massage oil on him and procedes with the most relaxing touches and caresses. He gets whiny and desperate whenever she chooses to bring ice cubes to the bedroom and he gets absolutely wild whenever her bullet vibrator is aimed at him instead of her. Kitten is a menace — and maybe a bit of a sadist — but it always feels so sweet once she finally offers him release. Yoongi might consider it torture, but in the end he really, really loves that.

Choking kink

There’s not much difference: choking... being choked... both are okay with giving and receiving. Kitten has a sensitive neck and chest, which means any action there is a huge turn on. Her sensitivity there means she usually covers her upper torso, since it being even slightly exposed makes her feel vulnerable; plus she often needs to hide hickeys and bruises anyway.

Oral fixation; face fucking

Kitten loves giving blowjob, Yoongi loves placing his mouth anywhere on Kitten, especially on her lips, her chest and between her legs. Yoongi has given hints about... Uhm... Oral skills. I think he'd be glad to spend hours between Kitten's legs, and since she wasn't entirely confident with receiving oral sex (her ex was a prick), he is more than happy to take things slow and help her rebuild enough confidence to literally have her climb him while he's laying on the bed, and unashamedly sit on his face and ride it.

Voice fetish

When Kitten and Yoongi met, both were attracted by each other’s voice and throughout courtship and dating they both loved listening to the other talk. Yoongi knows his voice is attractive, and he is incredibly attuned to Kitten’s slightly deep, very soft and quiet voice. She has a velvety timbre that is so relaxing and exciting at the same time. He could get wild at her whispering in his ear, feeling her lips graze against the shell of his ear. However, Kitten would be equally weak if he did that to her.

Phone sex

Since they both enjoy listening to each other’s voice, and since Yoongi travels a lot, they are really into phone sex when they’re too far apart, or when Yoongi needs to stay at the dorms or if they feel extremely needy in the middle of the day. Even when he’s on tour, they prefer phone sex to kinky video calls.

Breast worship

This kink, paired up with Yoongi’s oral fixation, Kitten’s sensitive chest, and cumplay just explains how much exploring there is toward this direction. There are no limits: sensation play with ice cubes or warm massage oil, wax play, food play, boob jobs, a lot of nipple teasing… Kitten is open to experimenting and Yoongi is more than aware of what could feel nice and what would be utter torture. And he wants to try it all.  

Cumplay and Cum eating

Yoongi is not afraid of things getting messy. He likes having Kitten’s juices all over his face, licking them off his lips and fingers: he doesn’t need her to taste like watermelon or smell like rainbows and unicorns. He wants a woman, real and messy. He loves the salty taste on his tongue, and he can tell when she’s close to her period for how the taste of her changes. Plus, he loves cumming on her breasts, especially if his semen accidentally marks her pretty, lacy bras. 

Hoseok and Giggles

Handjobs; squirting

Hoseok’s hands are a blessing. But his fingers are a gift of the devil. They were made to sin and torture. Giggles is very sensitive on her own account. That paired up with Hoseok’s skills makes for wild nights of soaked sheets — luckily enough they buy an impermeable blanket pretty much at the beginning of their relationship.

Impact play; flogger

Not only Hoseok’s hands are a blessing, but those wrists are stretchable. Fluent. They’re perfect for cracking a whip. Or a flogger — he is a bit afraid of using a whip, and it takes a lot of space… However, floggers? He smiles wickedly whenever Giggles gets close to him on Thursday or Friday and casually sits on his lap, hooks an arm behind his neck and leans in close. “I don’t have my Monday shift… Do you think we could… Play with the flogger?” She asks, a bit insecure. He usually plans scenes for Saturday night, so he can have all the aftercare equipment ready and he can spend all Sunday taking care of Giggles. If he can comply to her request, he hugs her close to him and reassures her as they start planning more details.

Bondage

By now it is canon that these two have taken lessons, that they have personalised ropes that Giggles had to prepare personally. Although she’s more precise and diligent in knots, Hoseok is also very attentive and prepared; they often discuss bondage scenes, even over dinner, talking about how the scene will play out, which types of knots to use, how to secure the rope, et cetera.

Experimenting

As I said, they are both absolutely okay discussing stuff they want to try. It isn’t uncommon for them to be watching a movie and suddenly something appears — even something as banal as a clothespin or a makeup brush —  and suddenly one of them is going: “We could use that in bed”. It isn’t uncommon for them to discuss kinky stuff during the week, planning scenes over dinner, or while they’re chilling, or whatever.

Torture play; Overstimulation; tickling

Hoseok likes seeing Giggles writhing and tossing underneath him. He likes torturing her with overstimulation, giving her orgasms back to back or making her squirt so many times that she passes out — it only happened twice and he made sure she drank almost two litres of water afterwards to make sure she didn’t get dehydrated. He also loves her laugh and her nickname comes from the lovely, happy sounds she makes when he coaxes a laugh from her. He loves tickling her to tears, her silvery voice erupting in chuckles that fill his heart with joy.

Shifting positions; multiple rounds

Hoseok has stamina and flexibility. He can go for three rounds without even blinking. He’d manoeuvre Giggles in and out of positions, directing her, helping her put her body in place, following her movements as she shifts. She’s not always happy with all the moving around, especially when she finds a good position and Hoseok decides he wants to change it; however, he can be extremely convincing and he happens to remember all her favourites, putting them in a smooth, easy sequence whenever he wants to reward her — which is at least twice a month because Giggles is the most perfect little bubble.

Jimin and Princess

Exhibitionism

Jimin lives to be watched. His mannerism and elegance make him a performer, even in the plainest tasks. When Princess is watching him, he only exists for her eyes and her eyes only. Nothing gratifies him more than the loving, passionate glances she throws at him when with their friends, or the obscured and raptured ones when she’s dominating him, or the desperate, imploring ones when it’s his turn to call the shots.

Pet play

Jimin is a huge switch. He likes following his whims and is overall a brat, who just does whatever he likes. So, when Princess comes out of the bathroom before bedtime and finds him lounging on the bed naked with a pair of cat ears, his collar and her riding crop waiting on her bedside table, she knows exactly the kind of treatment he’s trying to get. Nevertheless, when in that mood he turns into the most obedient little kitty, so vulnerable and frail that Princess knows she shall treat him with velvet gloves (haha). Literally.

Edging and overstimulation

Princess likes it when Jimin gets messy and whiny and loud. She likes listening to him whimpering and whining while she uses her vibrator on him and makes him cry. It makes her feel powerful. It also makes her ten times softer afterwards and she just loves it when he hits subspace so bad he starts calling her mommy and begging for her to make him cum.

Anal play

Both Princess and Jimin are okay with giving and receiving. Princess is especially in love with double penetration. Jimin is very okay with rimming and putt plugs.

Spanking

Jimin has never really had the courage to try getting spanked before. He had his first experience with Princess, directing her thought the scene. He had learnt basic directions in case he ever needed to teach his partner, but he never thought it would actually happen. From there he and Princess get more comfortable with spankings and get even more involved in impact play, still spankings stay Jimin’s favourite.

Degradation

When in dom mode, Jimin can be vitriolic in his remarks, praising Princess with the dirtiest taunts. Some name calling happens, but Jimin never lets that get too deep. He usually opts for a patronising behaviour that questions Princess’ ability to live without him, and usually avoids anything outright insulting.

Breast worship

Jimin loves Princess’ chest. He likes touching her breasts, more than anything else, but this doesn’t mean he won’t slap them, suck them and fuck them every now and then.

[Sorry if I didn’t write much, honestly I’m still figuring these two out. I think it has a lot to do with Jimin being just so... mercurial. I can’t find another word. He is the least “steady” character in my head. I don’t know. I’ve always had problems with understanding Libras. He’s just so moody and so... It’s frustrating. I just have so many vibes coming from him it’s too much.]

Taehyung and Lace

Voyeurism; exhibitionism

While Jimin lives to be watched, Taehyung is all about the art of watching. Taehyung needs to watch Lace. It doesn’t matter if she’s putting on her lipstick or washing the dishes or brushing her teeth or sucking his cock. He will study her like a painting hung in a museum until he can close his eyes and imagine her exist like a hologram in his head. He loves watching her during sex and he indirectly loves being watched by her too. Lace has never felt so beautiful. 

Outdoor sex

I think they wouldn’t mind trying outdoor sex: the lack of available locations in Seoul initially discourages them, but as they start going on holidays together, geographic remoteness and private outdoor spaces start becoming characteristics these two actually look for in their ideal resort. Yes, they’re the type to fuck against a tree in the woods — or maybe on the beach, under the stars (with Lace taking the utmost care in making sure nothing goes wrong in terms of safety both to their healths and Taehyung’s career).

Cyber sex

With Taehyung travelling because of his job, it isn’t uncommon for him and Lace to become cyber sex experts. Not only he has videos of her safely stored away in a memory card he has basically stitched to his skin — he is hyperaware of it and they are extremely careful of anything that could possibly link the video to the two of them — but he's more than willing to plan videocalls where they can get carried away in front of the camera for the other's viewing pleasure.

Cockwarming

There’s nothing more relaxing and intimate to Taehyung and Lace than being physically connected after sex. After being so close, so together even for a rough, brief quickie, it is traumatic for them to part too suddenly, so usually Taehyung stays inside her for at least a bunch of minutes.

Oral fixation

Both Taehyung and Lace like putting their mouth on the other. Lace could live with Taehyung’s cock in her mouth, while he especially loves to bite her flesh, pretty much anywhere, or stare at her face while he suckles her breasts like a little boy. He could literally fall asleep while they’re facing each other, on their sides, suckling at her nipple while she handcombs his hair, the pressure slowly decreasing until he lets go completely, sound asleep.

Foot fetish

Both Taehyung and Lace are new to this and they're more than willing to explore. Expect Taehyung to grow increasingly addicted to them playing footsie underneath the dinner table, but also to get exceedingly turned on by having Lace's feet laying on his lap or crotch.

Squirting

Taehyung knows exactly how to touch Lace, massaging her after a long day, relaxing her whole body before his fingers end up inside her. His strong, sinewy fingers seem to be programmed to please her. Nevertheless, he is not prone to use this as a form of torture; he'd much rather use it to amplify Lace's sensitivity and help her reach further states of pleasure.

Anal play

I think Taehyung aims at possessing every inch of Lace's body, and of course he wouldn't mind one bit to rim, finger or fuck her ass. He'd be absolutely fine with buttplugs and double penetration. And don't think he would mind wearing a butt plug himself — I think he's the most likely to wear a tail-buttplug, probably. I also think he is by far the most comfortable with the idea of getting pegged: he knows his power and he knows it could never be undermined by Lace fucking him with her strap on.

Jungkook and Candy

Predator play

May it be playful or absolutely ruthless, Jeongguk loves hunting Candy inside his apartment. He loves playing hide and seek, he loves the rush he feels when he spots a hint, and he loves even more the adrenaline coursing through his body when he chases her down the corridor and picks her up, throwing her body over his shoulder — oh, and most of all he loves ripping her clothes off and taking her whenever he manages to catch her.

Corruption kink

Jeongguk’s predatory instincts get even louder when Candy is acting innocent, being her happy, playful, bubbly self. Go figure when she’s sleeping and her face is so soft and young and she has a slight pout and squishable cheeks: Jeongguk can feel his blood flood to all the right places, arousal and adrenaline mixing up, while his brain tries to stay calm, wake her up gently and ask for her consent.

Marking

It’s not that big of a thing to him, he might leave hickeys down Candy’s chest, but that’s mostly it. He’s shy and he’s not all that comfortable with other people seeing them. However, I decided to place this kink right here because bunny wants to be marked. He loves indentations and scratches coming from Candy’s medium-short nails. His all time favourite are scratches down his back, and small crescents on his shoulders and ass. Also lowkey scratches down his abs and thighs. He might go crazy the moment he’s not promoting or shooting and he can finally let Candy cover his chest in hickeys.

Degradation

When absolutely fucked out, Jeongguk starts rambling the most saccharine, degrading sentences to Candy. He has a rich collection of dirty pet names, sometimes with a patronising or humiliating undertone. He doesn’t do it coherently, he’s just not thinking and it feels that good. Of course he always apologises afterwards, but Candy has no shame whatsoever. He might apologise for calling her his fuckdoll, but she’s not ashamed of it, that’s exactly what she is. Hearing him speak those nasty words always gets her going since it shows how fucked out she’s getting him.

Praise

Jeongguk wants to be praised. His ego bursts when Candy praises him, openly or not. Candy whining while he hits the spot is one of the strongest praises she can offer him. He direly needs to be praised when in sub mode, matching the encouraging words with soothing touches and loving glances.

Mommy kink

Yes. They’re exploring a few things after it turned out Joengguk wanted to try. Apparently he’s enjoying way more than he expected. Especially when he’s playing chase with Candy and she grows tired, stomps her foot to the floor and gets her harsh tone on. He starts obeying in seconds. Overall a well.behaved baby, if a little lively and energetic.

Breast worship

Another great fan of boobs. He really loves fucking Candy’s tits, especially while she’s laying down and he’s sitting on top of her, straddling her ribs. His obsession worsens once she gets a nipple piercing: it becomes his favourite place to put his hand on before sleep.

Oral sex

Candy is the absolute grandmaster of blowjobs. She’s the non plus ultra. Blowjobs become Jeongguk’s favourite reward, especially when paired up with her cunt grinding against his face. He could die a happy man like that. After helping Candy get rid of her insecurities about being eaten out, Jeongguk decides he’d do that at least three times a week, almost planning a schedule to make sure he didn’t skip a day. He lowkey asks Yoongi for tips, trying to find new positions to test Candy’s resistance.

Cockwarming

Jeongguk gets very emotionally vulnerable after sex. He needs to talk about his insecurities and doubts, since he always feels so connected to Candy right in the aftermath. At the beginning, cockwarming is actually a consequence of him not realising he hasn’t pulled out as he rambles about everything that is going on inside his mind; however, as he gets used to that, he begins to do it willingly, feeling too naked and cold without staying inside her.

Multiple rounds

Jeongguk has a very high stamina. He can last two to three rounds — four if he’s going wild —, then go for some food, some water and/or a nap and be ready for more in a few hours. Candy is absolutely okay with it: he’s usually the one moving her like a puppet, so even if she’s exhausted, she doesn’t need to worry, he’ll do all the work.

Rough/animalistic sex

Jeongguk is not exceedingly into powerplay: any kind of power imbalance comes naturally, without any kind of planning or negotiating and what the others express in more niche activities, they simply express in very rough, very intense fucking. Especially when Jeongguk has just come home from the gym. Rather than using fancy toys or sophisticated practices, they much rather jump each other bones and fuck like rabbits (haha).

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Jordan sometimes creeps me out in TNA. when I'm reading the chapter I'll like him and think he's really sweet and so on but then I'll just see a random screenshot of one of his lines that someone has posted on tumblr and out of context it will seem really creepy. such as the line in the chapter just dropped where he says something like "I can't wait to show you off to the world". like in the scene it seems sweet but out of context I realise it's sooo creepy like has he been recording it or something?! is he gonna turn nasty? especially with the narrative line straight after which says something like there's something off about his earnestness as if he's manipulating her. theres definitely something else going on with him

Hey, anon! *big ol hugs* Thank you so much for your ask!

I think PB needs lessons in subtlety. lol

Truthfully speaking, Jordan is a sweetheart. If you were just to read HIS/HER lines and nothing else, no one would suspect a thing. He's a young gentleman/lady that loves children, has a quirky sense of humor and is a very innocent 22-23 year old with a massive crush on MC.

BUT... he's got some strikes against him that make fans go over-the-top, calling him creepy.

We were told before the book ever started that there was going to be a new nanny. Since the book is called "The Nanny Affair", many fans (including myself) assumed that someone, either MC or Sam, would have another opportunity of an affair with the nanny. *SHAMELESS PLUG* I wrote about Sam having an affinity for nannies, so I was personally cheering for that to happen so the MC would finally leave him. lol

Anyway, when we discovered that the nanny was gender specific, most readers then assumed MC would be having the affair. So immediately, we sized up Jordan... f!Jordan is beautiful. m!Jordan is cute in his own right, but his face is YOUNG, and lets face it: he's not Sam Dalton.

Instantly readers made fun of Jordan, so anytime Jordan was awkward around us (LIKE NONE OF US HAVE NEVER BEEN AWKWARD AROUND A BEAUTIFUL CRUSH), everyone resorts to, "Oh! He's so cReEpY! EwWw!"

Another thing that eggs on the "creep" factor is exactly what you mentioned: those little hints PB throws in there. He might brush his hand against MC's, and a little blurb pops up that says, "You shudder, feeling like that touched meant more"--something like that. And again, everyone resorts to, "Oh! He's so cReEpY! EwWw!"

This kid clearly just wants to kiss MC because he is in love with her. He still thinks he is behind the jungle gym at recess. Even in last chapter, he mentions several times that he wants to kiss her. KISS her. He wasn't, "CaN i FuCk YoU nOw?!" No, he clearly acts very respectful of MC.

MC, who JUST broke up with Sam spontaneously 20 minutes ago for her own insecurities with their relationship (which cracks me up because while I hate that he has to keep her hidden, he spends every possible moment INSIDE her one way or another... girl, he wants your platinum pussy! Stop worrying so damn much! Plus this poor sap wasn't even given a chance to speak, let alone think about what the hell she was spiraling about!), is the one that made everything creepy. She was instantly wiping her vaginal secretions in his mouth (yes, I said vaginal secretions because there was NOTHING sexy about that scene LOL). She coaxed him into telling her how he gets hard for her and how he thinks about her when he's alone. She mounts him, taking off her clothes. I mean.. c'mon...

Literally this poor guy has a crush, and MC is taking advantage of it... Let's talk about what truly is creepy...

BUUUUUUUUUT I agree with you. We know he is somehow tied to a plan, either with Robin or Sofia (or both), and that's the only thing that makes him "creepy"; like, no doubt, he's going to end up a bad guy.*sigh* I'm not saying he's innocent of his crimes against our perfect power couple (LOL), but still, I don't think he's that creepy.

Here's a really random thought: what if Sam Dalton was ugly? Closer to his/her 50s than his/her 40s? no 6 pack/gorgeous curves? No 'just the right size' dick/platinum pussy? If he/she was giving you or me those sultry bedroom eyes during our nanny interview, he/she would've been dubbed creepy.

Thanks for sending in your ask and your thoughts! Hopefully mine aren't too bizarre. lol But, I so appreciate you and all of your support! 💜

#hey queue #you asked #the nanny affair #choices the nanny affair #jordan le #sam dalton

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Oh. I love some tea spilling once in a while. Thank you. 😌 Speaking of teas, I have some although I can’t really say that it’s all true since I just heard it from my aunt who worked in a PR firm for many years. She heard a lot of stuff herself but can’t confirm if it’s all true either since it’s gossip after all. So for starters, she mostly shared about older celebrities. Let’s start with Jennifer Aniston. Jen dates around a lot but has horrible taste in men so her dating life has always been rocky. She’s attracted to cheaters and douchebags for some reason but she’s also rumored to be a headcase herself. It’s also even rumored that she hires escorts from time to time for sexy times when she’s single or wasn’t interested in dating. With her relationship history, It’s understandable that she got traumatized. I really wish she considers dating women for a change tbh. Maybe her dating life would improve. Lol.

Okay so did anyone watched Gilmore Girls here? If you did, you probably know Lauren Graham. There’s rumors that she’s at least bi and had a thing with Connie Britton back in the 90’s. My aunt isn’t convinced about them having an affair since they seem to be genuine friends and talks fondly about each other up to this day but since both have gay/bi rumors, people made assumptions since they were roommates in the past and openly talks about it.

Jessica Chastain was rumored to be an illegitimate child of Ron Howard. The rumor got louder in the past since Bryce Dallas Howard and Jessica looked so alike. It didn’t help that there’s literally nothing about Jessica’s father. Jessica was also rumored to be closeted and lavender married her beard after she was threatened to be outed by some executive that she pissed off. It’s said it was Weinstein but anyway, she’s committed to staying in the closet forever. She’s living her life quietly with her kids and husband so good for her although there’s rumors that she’s actually bi so maybe the marriage is real? Idk. In any case, she doesn’t bother anyone and lives her life quietly.

Charlize Theron another rumored to be bi and she admitted to sleeping with women a few years ago in an interview anyway so this is kinda confirmed. Rumored to be very terrifying as fuck but given her family history, it’s not too shocking that she got some issues.

Angelina Jolie got a reputation of being a nanny fucker. Said to be weird and a nutcase. Hires escorts for sexcapades.

As for the younger generation, we already know about JLaw and Harvey. 🤢 There’s also the Natalie Portman and Darren Aronofsky affair rumors that won’t die down for some reason and it’s even rumored that at least one of her children was fathered by Aronofsky. 🙃 Emma Stone reportedly had horrible taste in men and had messy relationship dramas behind the scenes. 🙃 There’s also the Taylor Swift gay rumors. And lastly, nothing much about Brie aside from being closeted.

Wowowow okay this is a lot of tea and we thank you anon 😂 now let’s go through it

Okay that all seems perfectly on brand for Jen Aniston somehow hahaha. Even the whole hiring escorts thing I would easily believe 😂 OKAY very interesting about Lauren Graham I actually had no idea any rumours about her existed 👀 I’m actually currently rewatching Gilmore Girls now and tbh I have been wondering if there were ever rumours about her or Alexis Bledel

I mean let’s be honest the Jessica Chastain/Ron Howard story could easily be true too 😬 I would believe it for sure. And that’s really sad if the story about an executive threatening to out her is true 😕

Okay I have actually been told some very detailed things about Cherlize and it checks out with what you’ve said haha. Also am not at all surprised about Angelina if true 😂

Okay I actually had to just google the Natalie Portman rumour because I somehow had literally not heard about it?? Surely if there’s potentially a baby involved this should have been talked about more? I have also not really heard a lot of rumours about Emma so I just assumed she avoided drama but apparently I was wrong 😂 yeah I always hear about Taylor and obviously Brie and it’s always very similar stuff haha

#answered #anon #OKAY I think I addressed it all haha #lots of tea love to see it #🐸☕️

[jinjikook]

Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.

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You loved your job.

It was easy enough that you could handle it with minimal effort yet you knew what you did was vitally important to not only your company, but your boss as well.

Your superior was the CEO of the company, a Mr. Lee Minhyuk. You were his head assistant, in charge of making sure all his meetings went smoothly and on schedule and that he was kept up to date with all the latest events in his company.

The business was fashion, a corporation for a clothing line. Mr. Lee had always had a knack for fashion, always having an innate sense of style that compared to no other. It was fresh, unique and still flattering to many. No one knew if it was because Mr. Lee himself was basically an angel when it came to looks or just because he truly knew how to style clothing, but anything and everything he wore and made was spectacular.

It left women gaping in puddles of their own dribble and drool; how he’d sashay in between meetings to speak with employees and work on ideas. Too many times had your coworkers spoke to you in jealousy of the close proximity you had to the attractive man, wishing they were in your position. You thought they had their heads to far up some lonely women’s sex novel because—as much as they thought it was true—life doesn’t work like they do in those books. The sexy CEO doesn’t fall for his young assistant and love making certainly does not happen in his secluded office in secret.

You stepped into his office for the second time that morning, the first time being to drop off his files needed for the first meeting of the day that was honestly too fucking early in the morning to be legal. Your boss agreed wholeheartedly, wishing his client would’ve been anything, anything, other than a morning person. Minhyuk always made you laugh, hell he made everyone laugh. He was just bubbly like that, capable of making anybody’s day brighter and mood rid of any sourness.

“Mr. Lee, how was the meeting?” You chirped cheerfully, feeling more refreshed after the early morning stresses had passed and you had a cup of coffee already thrumming in your system.

He groaned, letting his head drop to his huge mahogany desk. You giggled at his reaction, knowing he had a tendency to be childish at times but you found it endearing. It made him more human, less like the robot that movies and books paint big shot CEOs to be.

“That bad, huh? I knew it wouldn’t go well, honestly.” Minhyuk brought his head up at that, a sheet of paper sticking to his forehead on the way up and making him go cross-eyed as he looked at it before tearing it off his face.

“If you knew that, why didn’t you say anything?!” Your boss exclaimed, high pitched and almost whiny in a way.

“What good would it have done? Besides, you know how Chae Hyungwon is. It’s his way or no way. I just honestly can’t believe he’s a ‘morning person’. I heard he sleeps like a goddamn rock.”

“He really isn’t one, he was falling asleep for half the meeting!” Minhyuk explained, sounded more frustrated than whiny at this point. “He just likes to have the meetings early so then he can sleep the rest of the day away. I know because his cute little assistant—what was his name again?”

“Changkyun.”

“Ah yes, Changkyun, thank you dear. Changkyun told me to speed it up so he could get Mr. Chae back home in time for something to eat before his nap. I swear, it’s like a child and nanny more than anything else with those two.” You laughed at your boss’s joke, coming up to his desk to hand him his own sugary sweet coffee.

He thanked you and took a sip, head lolling back as he groaned in immense pleasure. The whole thing looked pornographic and if you weren’t so conditioned to his reactions, you’d flush at the action. The first time he’d reacted to your apparent ‘perfect coffee mixing’ skills, you had freaked out. It was too much for you to handle, especially on your first week of working with him and your nerves were already in a tight wad of anxiety from your high position.

“Perfect as always, Y/N. You’re seriously an angel sent from heaven just for me.”

“Oh shut up Lee, you flatter me too much. It’s seriously too easy to please you.” You poked fun at your boss to which he responded with sticking his tongue out at you much like a child would.

“Apparently it isn’t, if last night was anything to go by…” He shared, sipping away at his coffee as if he didn’t just share a piece of juicy gossip from his night out yesterday.

“Wait, you can’t just do that! I want details!” You shouted, taking your usual seat at the corner of his desk. You and your boss were fairly casual with one another, more friends than coworkers. It made things more fun that way, you two weren’t so pressed about formalities and all that. He loved to share things and you loved to listen to good gossip. It worked out beautifully and no one was the wiser.

Well, except for the nosy, jealous women who were sure that your wonderful chemistry with him was due to the fact you were fucking, not because you guys got along so well.

He rolled his office chair up to your corner of the desk, already assuming what you deemed was the “tea-spilling position”. He’d sit back in front of you and you’d rest your legs on the arm rest of one side on the chair. He’d sometimes stroke along the skin of your legs, a soothing touch that brought chills to your spine in a good way.

Raising your eyebrows in a way meant to say ‘well?’, Minhyuk waited a beat before beginning his story.

“It was this guy, amazingly gorgeous everywhere. He was built, handsome, well-dressed and his smile was to die for.”

“Okay so far so good…” You egged him on, wanting the nitty-gritty of the story already. You didn’t even comment on the fact that his prey of the night was of the male variety, knowing full and well that your boss was a man of many tastes, including in partners. He’d slept with women and men alike, not judging them based on their gender but rather their abilities in bed.

(And their fashion tastes but he swears that’s on a professional level.)

“Well we meshed well, danced like horny teenagers at the club and he took me back to his place. It was messier than I would’ve liked but I clearly wasn’t there for the atmosphere.” Giggling at the insinuation, you motioned for him to continue.

“So we’re at his apartment, getting all nasty and I made him come in no time like the goddamn pro that I am. But then, when it came down for me to finish, he’d sucked me off for like two minutes and then complained about how long it takes me! Just because I don’t come like a virgin, I’m apparently bad in bed!”

You could help but bark out in laughter at his night, watching as Minhyuk’s eyes widened with false anger.

“Hey! Don’t laugh! I didn’t even get to come!” That only fueled you to laugh harder, doubling over in your place on his desk. You slapped your skirt covered thigh and wiped away at a tear at the tip of your eyelashes.

Finally subduing your raucous laughter, you caught sight at your boss grinning from ear to ear, finding reactions cute more than anything else, despite the false anger he tried to use earlier.

“Wait, you didn’t even jerk off later?”

“I couldn’t! That’s when Kihyun from accounting called me with that ‘emergency’ which was just him trying to find the papers Jooheon had accidentally tossed out!” He dropped his face into his hands, pouting and squishing his cheeks with his palms. It looked absolutely adorable, despite how sinfully good he always managed to look.

Cooing at him, you petted his hair which prompted him to snuggle his way to resting his head on your lap, much like a cuddly, pouty puppy.

“Aww, poor baby. You just wanted to get your dick wet.” He nodded into your lap and you giggled, loving how touchy-feely he got.

“It hurts so much Y/N, why can’t I just find someone who can take care of my needs?” You chittered away encouraging words to him, telling him how he’d find someone soon enough.

It was normal for you two to be cuddled up like this, especially if Minhyuk was feeling particularly frustrated or if he had alcohol in his system. You liked the skinship; it comforted both of you and sure, a small crush had budded on your employer but you knew it was the most unlikely thing to every come to fruition at your job so you always ignored whatever butterflies stewed in you when things like this happened. But no one else knew of how close you two got and if they knew, they’d certainly confirm any of the rumors regarding you two being together in some way.

That’s why when the sound of knuckles knocking on the heavy mahogany door of Minhyuk’s office, the two of you broke apart in a hurry. The last thing either of you needed were more hushed whispers whenever you two were even in the same vicinity, despite the fact that it was your fucking job to be so close to him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee?” Rang a pretty voice, followed by the always gorgeous Hani from the advertising department entering the office. She was utterly gorgeous, and on numerous occasions you wondered what she was doing setting up ads with beautiful models plastered on them when she should be on them herself.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I need your approval on the newest spread. We can’t proceed without it.” Hani stepped up to the desk, handing over what looked like a beautifully done cover for a magazine. Minhyuk had taken it nonchalantly, but you noticed how his fingers lingered on Hani’s own, how she seemed to smile brighter at the contact. You knew it was unintentional of him and Hani was getting her hopes up over nothing, but you couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of jealousy at the touch. You’d literally just been sitting with his whole head in your lap and yet the small, insignificant touch had you swimming in your own thoughts.

“Looks good, an excellent job as always Hani.” He spoke in soft tones, a contrast to his earlier exasperated exclamations when he was speaking with you. Once again, it touched on a sore spot. It was childish and dumb to think this way, he spoke softly to you to from time to time too and either way, this tone was his “business voice”, so why were you so jealous Hani was getting this kind of treatment?

Before you could question it any further, Hani was already out the door and Minhyuk had called you back to finish your earlier conversation. It was short lived, since you had some work to attend to but you promised to return in time to share lunch with him, as per his request.

You had come and gone around the office for roughly an hour and a half, doing what Minhyuk needed to be done along with the few tasks you had to make sure were done for your own sake. After finishing up with the small details you had to relay back to Minhyuk about the partnership with Son Hyunwoo’s modeling agency, you began to strut back in the direction of Minhyuk’s office. It was then that you’d heard some voices, louder than they should be in a work environment.

You perked your head up and looked around for the source of the disturbance, finding your way to the semi-private offices meant for the more “important” employees. What you saw surprised you.

There was Kim Yugyeom, a head for the International Department in the company, standing meekly in front of Lee Minhyuk, your so-called sweet as honey boss.

Usually, Yugyeom was as cocky as can be. He was a pro at his job, young and brimming with potential that he never failed to make use of. He knew how good he was and certainly never let anyone forget it. But here he was, head low and back hunched as Minhyuk stood in front of him, tall and no doubt upset.

It took a lot to upset Minhyuk. He was an understanding boss, always considerate of others and their feelings. Sometimes you thought he was too easy on his employees but his company was a multi-billion international business at this point so he had to be doing something right. People loved him; Hell, people adored him.

So it came as a surprise when a loud yell erupted from Minhyuk’s mouth, nostrils flaring in anger as he shouted at Yugyeom.

“Do you think you own this company? Huh? Your mistake could cost us millions! Fuck, your mistake may cost people their jobs! And you thought you could get away with it? Sweep it under the rug and hope no one would notice!?” Minhyuk was seething, his long digits tight in fists by his side as the veins in his neck bulged out prominently.  

It was such a turn on.

You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t. You’d barely ever seen Minhyuk even the barest amount of upset, let alone ‘yelling in the middle of the office before noon’ angry. Just the sight of his tensing muscles in the damn peach slacks pants he chose to wear today along with the light pastel pink flowing dress shirt made your skin feel warm. He was in the business of fashion, it was his job to look good. You just never thought he could look… this good.

Yugyeom nodded along with everything Minhyuk has shouted at him, agreeing that he’d made a mistake and that it was unbelievably stupid and reckless for him to have done.

“Get out of my sight! I want you out of here!” Minhyuk screamed, his voice bellowing to the point where your bones felt like they were shaking. You felt your core get even hotter at the sensation, wishing he would show himself being more assertive more often.

Yugyeom nearly ran out of there with his tail in-between his legs. He ducked his head and avoided eye contact as he bolted out of the office, leaving Minhyuk there still stewing in his anger.

Everyone was watching him now, still in awe at his behavior. Most people were scared, afraid to be the next one in his line of sight. You, on the other hand, hoped he’d pull you into his office and give you a stern talking to as well.

(And maybe a few spanks for punishment along the way, but you’d never admit that.)

His trained eyes landed on you, looking nothing short of cold as he beckoned you with a finger, motioning for you to follow him as he turned on heel to head to his office.

Was he a mind reader? Could he tell how much you wanted him to ravish and dominate you? You hoped you were better at hiding your feelings than you usually are.

You could hear murmured whispered as you trailed behind Minhyuk, everyone clearing out the way for the two of you. People left and right were saying how you were next, how he was going to make you fix everything and even a few women shared their opinions about how good Minhyuk looked with his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Reaching his office, he grumbled for you to close the door behind you two and you stood in silence once you did. You could hear Minhyuk’s labored breaths as he tried to calm down, no doubt he was closing his eyes and probably trying to think calm thoughts.

“I can’t believe he was such an idiot!” Minhyuk began, already decided this anger wasn't going to go away just by wishing it would. He turned and faced you, leaning his palms flat behind him on the desk. “He actually thought he could get away with such a stupid, stupid mistake!” His eyes finally met yours as he continued, “He could’ve fucked over a lot of people.” He ran one large hand though his dark hair, disheveling the raven locks as he sighed, exasperated and almost desperate. “He could’ve fucked you over, Y/N.”

“What? Me?” You asked incredulously, what could Kim Yugyeom have possibly done that would’ve backfired on you?

“He messed up the orders, the numbers got screwed up and you had signed for them at the time. It was a mistake on his part but he tried to pass it off as it being your fault. He had the audacity to try and make me fire you, not him.” Minhyuk tugged at his matching peach tie, loosening it around his neck and making him look even sexier than before.

“I’ve never been so angry before Y/N… I don’t know how I’ll be able to calm down after this. I’m just so… fucking upset.” Minhyuk hissed, breathing hard as he relived his anger from before.

It made you feel guilty, how all you could think about was sex when your friend and boss was pissed because of how you could’ve been fired because of someone else’s fault.  But he was so damned good looking and his hands kept flexing out of anger and you just wanting those hand on you, in you and—

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Minhyuk asked, his dark eyes back on you as you shook yourself out of your dirty thoughts. You didn’t even answer his question, eyes dropping down to his pink lips as he darted out his tongue to lick them. Minhyuk didn’t let this go unnoticed, realizing the thick air of sexual tension that drowned the room.

Minhyuk chuckled dark, noting how you were still stuck on the sight of his mouth.

“Y/N, you’re my head assistant right?” You were able to register his question and just nodded, your throat too parched to fathom a response. “My most trusted employee, and friend.” Another nod. “You’re supposed to help me with anything I need, anything I want. Right?” This made your eyes drag back to Minhyuk’s own, nodding once more while maintaining eye contact.

“Good, in that case: I want you on your knees. Now.” Minhyuk didn’t even stutter, his body staying perfectly still as you tried to process what Minhyuk had just said.

“What?” Your voice came out, as brittle and fragile as you were sure it’d be like.

“You heard me. Down here, on your knees, right now.” Minhyuk smirked a devilish smile, dripping in dominance as he fully ascertained his role in this situation. You couldn’t think straight, mind clouded with lust and confusion and—

“Did I fucking stutter Y/N? That’ll be five.”

“F-five?” You asked, finally making your legs move and bring you slowly closer to Minhyuk.

“That’s how many spanks you’re at, for now. If you continue to be a brat and not listen or talk back, I’ll add more to your punishment. Now, I’d suggest you to be a good girl and get down. I’m in need of some relief and I’m sure a nosy employee is going to want to stick their nose in our business soon, so get to work baby girl.”

Words weren’t even at the forefront of your mind, still in disbelief that this was all happening. You were sure you had fallen asleep somewhere, maybe on your desk. This entire thing had to be a dream, a fantasy coming to fruition due to the serious lack of sex you’ve had lately.

The thing about your wet dreams though, you never took them for granted. So you obeyed every command Minhyuk spit at you.

Dropping to your knees, you eyed the growing bulge that was certainly not being concealed by his tight slacks, quickly making work of the buttons and zipper and rubbing against the muscle. It twitched against your palm, already feeling so warm and full despite being behind several layers of clothes. You looked up and nearly choked at the sight: Minhyuk eyeing you hungrily and licking his lips, one of his hands coming up to caress your hair gently.

You wasted no time and tugged his pants down, revealing his designer briefs that you knew were hand-picked and one-of-a-kind just for him. You stroked at his cock over the underwear, reveling in the twitching muscle and slowly darkening fabric right at the head of it, the underwear becoming damp with his pre-come.

You reached for his waistband and pulled it down along with his pants in order to get full access to his cock. Minhyuk growled lowly as you fisted at his erection, in awe at just how long and lean he was. Even his cock was pretty; it seriously wasn’t fair.

Thumbing at the flushed rose head, you watched as Minhyuk let his head roll back, clearly still pent up from not getting his proper release last night. Deciding he’d been through enough and deserved some loving treatment, you leaned forward and suckled along the length, wet kisses being planted up and down the sides and bottom of his shaft.

His fingers momentarily tightened onto your hair, making you stop your motions.

“That’s enough teasing, I wanted you to suck me off. As pretty as your lipstick looks peppered on my dick, I’d prefer to have you choking on it instead.” Minhyuk rumbled, his usually peppy voice raspy and low as he tugged your hair with one hand and used his other to guide the head of his cock to your mouth. You pouted your lips and Minhyuk hummed, pleased at your obedience. He tapped his cock against your lips, covering them in a slick film of his release.

He approved of the look before easing your mouth open, pressing his length in and groaning at the velvety feel of your mouth. Once your heated tongue made contact with the underside of him, he lost his resolve and instantly thrusted, resulting in making you gag. Unprepared for the intrusion, you placed your hand on his hip and tried to push off.

“C’mon baby girl, behave. Hands off or I’ll add five more to your punishment.” You listened instantly, still having half a mind to leave your hand there in hopes to get the punishment you were desperately aching for before.

He smirked as he drank in your submission to him, wanting to drown in the power he had over you. Letting his hands cup your face, you prepared for his rough treatment by loosening your jaw and relaxing your throat.

Holding nothing back, Minhyuk began to thrust languidly into your mouth, relishing in the feeling of your throat coming into contact with his head every other thrust. His hand threaded deeper into your hair as he got rougher, the slick sounds of your mouth around him getting louder. If anyone had their ears pressed against the door, they could no doubt hear what you were up to.

You tried to stimulate Minhyuk as much as you could, still maintaining to focus on not choking on his length. Your tongue pressed against him and the feeling made Minhyuk stutter and shudder inside your mouth. He tugged away and the wet squelch as your mouth pulled off him made your core ache for something inside it already.

“So damn good…” Minhyuk mumbled, petting at your hair. “Baby, you nearly made me come with your mouth alone. But that’s not what I want. So get up,” He pulled your hair and you winced at the delicious sting as you gave into his harsh grip. Standing back up on your feet, Minhyuk manhandled you to place your palms on his desk as he situated himself behind you.

“Minhyuk, what are you—“

“Ten.”

You furrowed your brows in frustration at yourself and bit your tongue, forgetting that you weren’t allowed to speak without being told to. Shutting your mouth, you wait as the warmth of Minhyuk’s body leaves you. He had taken a step back and was admiring your body, how pliant you were under his touch and even more so under his commands.  

“Beautiful…” He murmured under his breath, returning to you and you began to shake in anticipation as he tugged your skirt up over your hips. You kept your eyes straight, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows and feeling like the whole world could see how depraved you appeared in that moment. The thought should’ve humiliated you but instead it only made your blood run hotter at the thought of being watched.

Suddenly Minhyuk large palm was hot against the skin of your ass as he caressed the smooth surface. He placed his mouth right by your ear as he pressed his body firm against your back.

His breath tickled your ear as he rasped into it, “Count for me.”

You nodded and awaited for his coming impact, still flinching when it came harsh against your ass.

“One.” You hissed, anticipating the next snap of his wrist. Despite preparing yourself, the following spank still made you jolt forward.

“Two.”

Three and four were just as hard as the last two, but when Minhyuk rose his hand for the fifth, he decided it was time to play for real.

Licking the line of his fingers, he brought his hand down—Hard. You yelped at the sensation and felt tears prickle at the edge of your eyes. Shutting them tight, a sole tear wormed its way past your eyelashes and pooled right at the cusp of your cheekbone. You had chewed on your cheek and realized a second too late that you had forgone counting the fifth spank out loud.

Opening you mouth to quickly acquiescence your error and fix the mistake but a slap on your ass that couldn’t compare to others in terms of power and strength landed itself right on the sensitive meat of your thigh, right below your ass cheek.

You felt Minhyuk’s breathe right by your ear, slightly labored with a rasp of his wet throat growling before he spoke, “You missed a number, sweetheart. Looks like we’re gonna have to start all over.” You could practically hear the smirk dripping off his face onto your shoulder as he started off once more.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Even five, you were able to maintain composure and finally move one from where you had fucked up earlier.

Minhyuk was proud, despite increasing his strength with each passing spank, you were handling the pain (and pleasure) well. It didn’t stop you from being a squirming, drooling mess on his expensive more-than-your-yearly-salary desk but you at least managed to tough it out all the way to ten.

He eagerly rubbed your sore ass, the pressure maddening as it only shot sparks of pain up the tendrils of nerves in your spine to the point where you felt tingles in the very tips of your fingers and toes.

You hissed as he continued to knead harshly, the pain becoming a little too much for you to handle as tears slowly pricked along your eyelashes. “M-Minhyuk, enough. I can’t—no more, please.”

It seems that mercy isn’t unheard by your usually compassionate superior, as he let up where he was touching you to instead caress your sides lightly, pulling your blouse a little higher up on every uptick of his strokes.

“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” He hoarsely whispered before you felt his hot length brush up against the bare skin of your ass, the contact searing along the bruised and marred planes. You let your head drop forward, forehead resting on what you knew was a very important file regarding the recall on some slacks that had faulty buttons. It was now glistening with your tears and saliva, probably past the point of saving.

It’s going to be a very shameful walk to Kibum’s office when you’ll inevitably have to go and ask for him to remake them for you.

Clicking his tongue right before pressing a dry kiss under your ear, Minhyuk braced one palm on the desk next to you, caging you in even further. “Now, now; I know you’ll need at least something to prep you, I don’t want to hurt my little assistant, now do I?” His long digit caressed the fabric that covered your core before he slipped it under the side and tugged, revealing your glistening folds to his hand. He brushed along the sensitive skin, making you shiver and bite back a whimper that threatened to escape.

Minhyuk softly reprimanded you for keeping your moans and noises to yourself before he finally dipped in one sole finger, his index you were sure.

He growled at the nape of your neck, his self-control wavering as he began to pump his digit in and out of you, soft sounds of your slickness squelching against him echoing from his hand. “So wet, all this for me gorgeous?”

Minhyuk fucked you open with his finger, your legs feeling like jelly at everything so far. You leaned on the desk for support, knowing full and well that if you relied on your own body, you’d be down on the ground in an instant. Minhyuk seemed to sense this and—as sympathetic as he is—pushed you a little higher up, giving you more space to rest on the top of the desk so you wouldn’t slip off once he began the real fun.

Which was now apparently, since he slipped his finger out and you felt what undoubtedly was the head of his cock.

“Wait!” You managed to squeak out, eyeing Minhyuk from over your shoulder as best you could from your position.

He paused and awaited your response, tapping his foot impatiently by your own legs.

“What about protection, a condom?”

“Baby, you told me you’re on the pill, right?”

You nodded, trying to ignore the protesting ache in your knees and spine from being bent and battered for so long. “Yeah, but how do I know you’re clean? You like to fuck around, it’s our daily gossip.”

“I test myself on the regular, honey. Plus I use condoms whenever it’s not oral sex, I’m not a monster. You’d be the first to know if I caught something, since you’d have to bring me my meds.” He jokingly murmured as he mouthed wetly on your exposed shoulder, having pulled the fabric of your blouse away from your collarbones to reveal the skin there so he could bite and kiss as he pleased.

You huffed a small laugh, agreeing silently because that was completely true. Not only would he have probably cried and griped to you about it one morning but you would totally have to keep him on track with his medication, knowing full and well that he’d never remember to take them if you weren’t around to remind him.

“Can I keep going or…?” Minhyuk’s voice was laced with amusement, his earlier anger and dominance fading as you two brought back your usual witty bantering between one another. You giggled lightly and nodded, bracing yourself with newfound strength as he brought his cock back to where had pulled your panties to the side.

He dipped in shallowly at first, just the tip, letting the head get soaked in your juices first before slowly entering inch by inch, allowing you to get used to his size as he finally bottomed out and stayed plastered against your back. His one hand on the desk visibly tensed as he too was getting used to you, your body enveloping him in ways he’d never felt before.

“God damn, how are you this tight? Fuck—it’s so good, baby.” Minhyuk drawled, his tongue heavy with just how immense the pleasure felt, bound tight in his stomach and spreading out, making his toes curl and breath catch in his throat.

You could only mirror his reactions, feeling your own oxygen halting in the airways inside your lungs from the perfect, perfect pressure his cock was making inside of you. Your brain was mush, the only coherent thought oddly enough being how he was slotting so well inside you, it had to be fate. It was like a lock and key, only one person made to hit every nerve ending inside you.  

It just had to be your boss.

Hesitantly putting his other hand on the other side of you on the desk, across from the initial one that caged you in, he shuddered at how you clenched around him as you sensed what was to come. Or who.

“I need to move, is that alright, precious?” You numbly nodded, not even having enough air to back up a simple ‘yes’.

He grunted behind you as he slowly pulled out, every drag of his cock striking something fierce inside you. It’d be one of the few times you’ve had unprotected sex, the sensation something akin to fire burning and humming along every nerve fiber that you were born with. Minhyuk hissed as he reached as far as he could pull out without unsheathing himself completely, dragging the head of his cock right at your entrance before rolling his hips forward in a motion you can only describe as ‘sinful’.

He only gave you a few more languid, slow as the day drones on, thrusts before he deemed you two ready for actual sex and he pulled out, similar as before, but then he snapped his hips forward hard.

The sound resonated in his empty office and you lurched forward from the sheer power behind his thrust.

From there it was just a snowball effect.

One sharp snap after another of his hips had you practically sprawled on the front of his desk, now unabashedly open mouthed over the folder you had hoped you could at least partially salvage.

(Hint: It was completely ruined at this point.)

You wanted to hold back every sinful noise that was erupting past your lips but not only did you know that a punishment was imminent if you did, you also were sure that you didn’t actually have the ability to work your fine-motor skills well enough to shut your damn mouth.

Minhyuk saw no issue with this, fucking the whimpers straight out of you and relishing in just how pretty you sounded fucked out. Your throat was near raw at this point, Minhyuk’s earlier treatment from sucking him off now coming back to haunt you as you tried to function with bruised vocal chords.

Barely registering it, you could hear low mumbles and growls by your ear, accompanied with nimble nips along the shell of it. You couldn’t tell what Minhyuk was going on about but you could hear certain words, like fuck, tight, and baby.

You weren’t sure which buzzword turned you on more.

You felt the familiar pull in your chest, the thin wire-like thread unraveling from the pit of your stomach to the edges of your burning lungs. You knew the edge was so unbearably close, the smallest push from making you fall straight off and face the music; the fact that your way-too-hot boss and semi-best friend was inside you and made you come to the point of seeing stars.

Gripping the edge of the desk, you felt pain from your nails being put under too much pressure but you couldn’t focus on it because Minhyuk was currently plowing into at the speed of light, making you jerk and squirm both towards him and away. Your body couldn’t decide if it wanted more of the toe-numbing pleasure Minhyuk was dealing or if it needed an escape for the stinging slaps of his hips against your ass.

“G-gonna come…” More drool dripped from your mouth as you spoke, desperation clear in your wrecked whimpers. Minhyuk made it his personal mission to make you come even faster the minute the words left your mouth.

He mouthed along the shoulder he had already marred with marks, teeth digging in the very peak of your bones as he pushed your back down to plow deeper inside you. You weren’t even sure what the fuck he was hitting but it was like nothing you had ever felt, even with your best lover or vibrator.

The shocks were traveling in bite size murmurs across the span of your skin, leaving you shaking and breathless as your climax washed over you. It wasn’t as harsh as you expected, the painful overstimulation you braced yourself for never came.

Instead, it was slow, dragging. Like you were submerged in a tank, but weightless at the same time. It was like the ocean, waves of foaming pleasure racing over you, over and over and over again. You were sure you had come twice in a row, there was no way it’d last this long otherwise.

In reality, Minhyuk was slowly pumping into you as he felt the pressure of your walls clamboring around him, making his cock twitch as he came closer to coming. When he felt the pressure build too much, he pulled himself out with a lewd sound and took his length in hand, pumping in tandem with his previous pace.

Using your slick to speed his hand up, he came over your ass, the sticky-hot release either soaking the fabric of your underwear if it hit there or coming down in slow tracks until they dripped off the edges  and onto the expensive hand-woven rug underneath you two.

It was a $200 million dollar, one-of-a-kind rug that was gifted to Minhyuk by a business partner in some part of Asia.

What a way to go, you thought as you dropped boneless on Minhyuk’s desk. You could hear his panting, heavy; the sound of fabric rustling along with a zipper telling you that he’d already tucked himself back in.

What made you make a move though, wasn’t that this was all finished, that he was cleaning up already and you two needed to fix yourselves up before someone came in.

No, what made you move was the sound of a phone camera clicking, along with unmistakable blinding white light that was no doubt the flash of a camera.

You shot up instantly, regretting it almost immediately as your bones and muscles ached and protested from the sudden change of posture. “What the fuck Lee?!” You turned, forcing your come-covered rear to rest at the edge of the desk you were originally plastered onto.

He only responded with a shrug, already tugging his haphazard clothes with a few tugs and smoothing down the wrinkles on the silk shirt. “Looked good, it inspired me.” He smirked and handed you an expensive handkerchief.

Yet another gift from a partner. Or maybe from a client, you weren’t too sure.

“Inspired, my ass. I better not see that on any of the PowerPoint presentations at the meetings; or worse: at the company Christmas party. I swear to God Lee Minhyuk,” You stopped to wipe at yourself and pull your skirt back down over your thighs. “If I see that shit blown up with shitty Christmas themed clipart and horny elves, I’ll execute you myself and take over this company. God knows I’m the only reason it stays afloat…”

Minhyuk only laughed at your accusation, quelling your thoughts by simply finding the picture ‘aesthetic’, whatever the fuck that meant to your boss.

You two cleaned up and made the area decent in time for Hani to walk in, not even knocking this time.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee?” She tapped a perfectly manicured nail against the door frame, eyeing between the two of you warily. He beckoned her with a finger, the same one he had buried in you no more than twenty minutes ago.

She stepped forward, beginning to bat her eyelashes and asking about some article that was supposed to boost revenue ten-fold, no doubt also trying to snag a good spot in Minhyuk’s books as well.

As Minhyuk seated himself at his desk, he listened intently, eyes darting over every few seconds to watch you try and fix your clothes in the background.

“By the way sir, if it’s not too wrong of me to ask: are you alright? You had quite an… outburst out there, if I do say so myself.” She tried to flip back her short locks, simultaneously flirting and getting a fill for the water cooler gossip once she stepped out.

“Oh trust me, I’m feeling much better now, thank you.” He grinned in your direction like a madman, making Hani look over her shoulder to where he was looking. You adverted your gaze and suddenly found something interesting to look at on the wall, making Hani squint her eyes suspiciously and snap her gaze back at Minhyuk, whose visage returned to his normal, professional look.

Hani tsked at the small revelation and hummed a goodbye, thanking Minhyuk for his time but not before stepping forward to bow gracefully. Stepping straight into the small puddles of come that still clung to the heavy-woven fabric at the top of the rug. The way it was crocheted, it made it so the come didn’t soak through but instead remained ambient on top of the swirled golden patterns.

She heard something give under her, a small squelched of the fluid being pushed between the threading and her expensive heels. Hani took a small step back and looked down at the noise, Minhyuk not even flinching at being caught, while your eyes were bulging out as she inspected the rug.

Her face showed too many expressions at once, surprise, realization, horror, disgust and jealousy, along with something that seemed like confidence. Probably because she had the dirt of the century. You tried to train your face into something professional, trying to not give away your filthy, filthy secret.

Unfortunately, there’s a reason why you majored in business and fashion, not acting.

Hani looked up at you, huffing a small laugh and waving goodbye before striding out of the room. No doubt she was practically sprinting to the girls in reception to chatter their ears off.

“Great, now she thinks we’re fucking.” You sighed and let your body sag in resignment.

“I’m pretty sure we just were, Y/N. Unless you call it something different from where you come from?” He chittered all types of giddy, like he hadn’t fucked you sore and hadn’t practically scared off Yugyeom and half his other employees just a little bit prior.

You shook your head and sat carefully in the cushioned sofa he had against the wall, trying to ease off your tender ass and sit more on the meat of your thighs. “Jesus, ‘Hyuk, where’d you learn this ‘Fifty Shades’ shit?”

“Precisely there, my dear.” He folded his hands on top of his desk, looking like the poster boy for the word ‘smug’.

“Bull, you hate that book series because it glamorizes everything.”

He laughed, caught in his lie and waved his hands in your direction, “Okay, okay. So I might’ve got it a little from a few escapades with a couple of people, it’s something I’m learning in the new self-discovery path I’m taking in my sex life. Didn’t always agree with my partners though—it’s so hard to experiment with one night stands.” He reached for his probably freezing cold coffee mug that was perched precariously on the corner of his desk. How it hadn’t tumbled over or fallen off during the rousing round of sex, was beyond you.

“Care to be my guinea pig, dear?” He asked before sipping ominously, his eyes dark and boring into yours from where they showed above the lip of the mug.

You scoffed and rubbed at your still slightly-trembling thighs, the high still looming over you. “After that? I’m a little afraid to ask what more you have plotting in that evil, evil mind of yours.”

He chuckled darkly into his coffee, smile dripping in a menacing way that had you shaking in your designer heels.

A gift, from none other than your considerate boss.

“Just you wait baby, we’re just getting started.”

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Writing Circle Day 9: Write a love story

According to the time displayed on my cellphone, iI was 45 minutes late for my lunch date. I carefully placed another coat of black mascara on my lashes. anyone who claimed to love me knew I couldn’t be on time for anything. I glanced at the two dresses I was thinking about settling on wearing. My Lyft would be out front any second, and the driver warned me that he would leave if I made him wait as long as I did last time. I lined my lips with Nightmoth, filled them in with RiRi Woo, and then blended them together carefully. I chose a lacy black dress. there wasn’t much to my body, but I could make up for it with the right sexy fabric. I slid into my pumps, put on some gold hoop earrings, grabbed my clutch, and then I got to the curb just as my Lyft driver was about to pull off. 

“Heartbreaker, you know you mess up my money every Friday,” he said to me. “The least you could do is give me a little kiss or something to make up for it.”

I rolled my eyes at the rolls on the back of his bald head. “I’ll take my ride without sexual harassment, Sir. Thank you very much.” 

He unsuccessfully tried to make eye contact with me as he apologized. Looking at him turned my stomach. I had to go to this date with a healthy appetite. I was ordering lobster, steak, and a take home plate. I deserved.

When I got to the restaurant, there was an incredibly handsome man trying to get control over two toddler girls. The girls were matching white dresses with their hair in twists all over their head. They were adorable little things of the same height. The darker one was cuter. 

“Mommy!” she squealed and rushed to hug me. I scooped her up and nuzzled her little neck. “Hello my little Rae of sunshine.” I pressed her tiny body closer to mine. I felt a little set of arms hug my legs. “Hi, Brianna.” I patted the little light brown girl’s head gingerly.

Their father tried to greet me with a kiss. I gave him my cheek. 

“You look beautiful,” he told me. 

I looked at his chocolate skin underneath the royal blue shirt he wore. The color was stunning. “You look like a snack. Where’s our table?” 

We were seated toward the back of the restaurant in a quiet corner. I noticed people cringing at the toddlers. My Rae wouldn’t be a problem at all. By the end of lunch they’d be complimenting me on how well behaved my daughter was. That is, if Brianna didn’t start screaming or running around. The rules were a little more lax with her mother. Her mother also never took her anywhere to learn how to properly behave, so I tried to be patient and show her. 

“Janet must be at another casting call,” I scoffed. 

“Yes, she is. I told you that she was going to be in L.A. for a few months going to a few different auditions. I was really hoping you’d take that into consideration when I asked you to meet me at a certain time.”

“Choc, I don’t really care where her mother is. I was just trying to make small talk with you, but it seems you want to get right into it.” 

Calling him Chock was a freudian slip. It was hard not to go back to simpler times when I was in love with that chocolate skinned man with his perfect white teeth and thick neck. 

”I don’t want to get into anything, Iaysha. I just want to enjoy lunch with my wife and whatever time you will allow me to spend with you this week.” 

I softened my demeanor. My husband really did try his damnedest to be civil with me. “I apologize. Let’s start over. Hi, Ellis. How are you today? How was the drive down here?” 

“It was good. How have you been?”

“I’m good. I bought the girls some books. Anansi the Spider. The People Could Fly.”

“The classics,” Ellis remarked with a smile. Several seconds passed before he blurted out, “Iaysha, I need you to come home. I can’t do this anymore, this seeing each other once a week like some sidepieces. We’re husband and wife.” 

“Ellis, why do you put me in this position every time we see each other? Should we just stop seeing each other and get on with the divorce?” 

“You know I don’t want that. I want you.” 

“Do you really want me, Ellis?” I snapped in a whispered tone. “Or are the girls too much for you to handle? You need a nanny, not a wife.” 

“One of the girls is yours,” Ellis reminded me, as though I could forget where she got those big, pretty eyes. 

“Yes, one of them, but somehow there are two of them, only a month apart in age. Funny how that math works out.” 

“Iaysha, what can I do to make you come home?” he pleaded. 

“Home? Do we even have a home anymore, Ellis? Or did they seize it for tax purposes? Do you know how much that hurt, finding out the home you built for me was about to be taken because you weren’t taking care of us? I left my whole life in your hands, and you just did whatever you wanted with it.” 

Ellis squeezed his eyes shut and quietly counted to ten. “I am sorry for everything I’ve done, but I miss you. I miss being your husband. I finally have the life you always wanted, and you’re not living it with me. It seems so stupid.” 

He was right. It did seem stupid that I was married to the man of my dreams but not living with him. For as long as I could remember, all I wanted was to marry Choc and be the mother of his children. That fantasy never included mothering his child by another woman. It was so unfair how much I loved that little girl but could never get close to her because she reminded me that my husband hurt me. One day I would thank her, though. Because of her existence, I had to force myself to open my eyes and use them to see what was right in front of my face. I had to learn how to be my own woman. 

In turn, I think that becoming my own person made my husband love me more. When I found out about the affair, I found out about a lot more than just the cheating. I learned that the woman learned the code to his accounts, to our accounts, and drained every penny from them. I learned that he was going to pay our taxes “eventually,” but had no money by the time he got around to it. I learned that he couldn’t be trusted to be the head of the household. So I had to get up and move around a little bit. As soon as our daughter turned one, I let him be the stay at home parent. I traveled for business and pleasure, and then I moved out of the house. Being without my daughter was difficult, but I had to travel to rebuild our savings and income. Through all of that I found out who I was. 

Despite all that, I still wanted to be Ellis’ wife. He was exactly the father I pictured he would be. He doted on those girls and would lay down his life for them. He sang them silly songs and read them the same story at night over and over again until they fell asleep. He cooked dinner every night because he knew I never learned how. And he worked hard to make our house a home again. I just didn’t know if I could return. 

I wanted to return, but I was doing something I robbed myself of by getting engaged right after high school graduation: dating. It was fun. I didn’t want to let it go. Not that I was dating anyone seriously. Men as a species were garbage. They lied about everything. They didn’t care what kind of danger they put you in. I could have stayed married for that. 

Honestly I was ready to go home, but I didn’t think it was the right thing to do. This man cheated on me, broke our vows, and showed how disloyal he was. As much as I was in love with him, I didn’t think it was enough. I felt like I’d be giving him permission to put me through this all over again. I remembered being pregnant and finding out he had a girlfriend in another city who was due within months of me. That’s not the type of position I was raised to be in. 

What could he give me now that I couldn’t give myself, besides a headache? 

Brianna spilled soup on her white dress and began to cry. The two of us doted on her and assured her that the messy dress could be fixed. I watched him take a wipe out of a diaper bag and dab the stain out. He planted a kiss on her head. She smiled. Then he turned to Rae and planted a kiss on her head so that she wouldn’t feel left out. She smiled as well. 

Something happened to me in that moment. I was taken back to those days when I wanted to be the mother of his children and his wife. Although I wasn’t ready to give up having my own space, and I wasn’t ready to be the fool who went back to the man who had a baby on her, I was ready to be a family. Maybe I’d never move back in with him. He’d probably get tired of waiting for me to be his wife on his terms and go forward with divorcing me. But in that moment I felt perfect peace. I was the woman I was created to be, and that made me an even better wife and mother than I ever imagined. 

#writing circle challenge day9