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harrywavycurly · 2 days ago

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Sunburnt & Smitten Part 1: Book Boyfriend

CW: jealousy, touch of angst, language, clinginess, long haired harry(some of y’all need this as a warning lol).

A/N: This is part 1 of a 2 part collab with @cloudyluun all about clingy Harry with a touch of angst due to his silly jealousy! Also this is unhinged because Harry is unhinged when jealous! Enjoy babes!☀️

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Summary: While on vacation you indulge in a new book leaving Harry feeling a bit neglected making him resort to doing something that shocks even him in the end☀️

Harry lets out a sigh as he sits down on the edge of the bed facing the wall of windows that allows him the perfect view of the ocean as the boat makes it way towards the little secluded beach he intends on spending the next few days at with you by his side. Seeing as the whole reason he really planned this little get away was because during the course of your year long relationship Harry hasn’t felt as if he’s gotten to spend any real quality time with you due to the band’s hectic schedule but now that they are on a break he wants to spend as much time with you as possible before jumping headfirst into a project of his own. So far his plan has worked perfectly, the two of you have been nearly inseparable since you stepped foot on the boat and he’s thoroughly enjoying all the cuddles and the freedom of being able to kiss you whenever he wants without the fear of anyone seeing or having to make it a quick little peck before he’s rushed off somewhere.

Today is the first day since the start of the trip that Harry actually found himself waking up alone, normally he wouldn’t find it that odd considering you’ve always been an early riser and when he’s off on a holiday Harry has been known to enjoy sleeping in a bit but something about waking up alone after so many days of being woken up by you leaving little kisses along his jaw or gently tickling him by running the tip of your finger up and down his sides has him feeling a little off.

Now Harry knows very well that he’s clingy, it’s something he has tried to get a firmer grip on ever since meeting you but in this very moment as he stands up and walks over to the sliding glass door that leads to the deck with the lounge chairs and covered table where breakfast is served, he can’t be bothered to try to control it. A smile slowly works it’s way across his face as he tries to slide the door open as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb you once he sees you lounging on a chair with your sunglasses on and a book in your hand.

All he wants in the moment is his good morning kiss, so as he walks down the two steps to the deck he quickly pulls his hair up into a messy bun before sliding his sunglasses on all while you seemingly appear unaware of his presence. But just as he’s about to take the final step that would have him standing next to your lounge chair you look up from your book and turn your head so you can give him a smile as you slide your sunglasses up into your hair.

“Good morning how did-” Your words are cut off by Harry placing a hand on the back of your chair as he leans down and presses his lips against yours in a kiss that leaves you slightly breathless when he pulls away.

“Woke up all alone.” He pouts making you reach a hand up and cup his cheek as Harry playfully pokes out his bottom lip in a dramatic frown before leaning in for another kiss. “Didn’t like it.” He admits when he pulls away making you let out a light chuckle at his dramatics while he just turns his head so he can give the inside of your palm that’s resting on his cheek a kiss.

“I’m sorry I woke up early and didn’t want to bother you so I came out here to get some sun and start my new book.” You explain as Harry stands up but doesn’t let go of your hand that was just on his face.

“What’s this one about? Or shall I ask who are you shagging? Another hockey star? A cowboy? Or maybe it’s another vamp-”

“Excuse me sir this one is actually about a regular dude named uhm-Raymond? Oh no it’s Ryan-”

“You don’t know the name of the man your fictional self is fucking? Baby that’s not a good sign.” You roll your eyes as Harry brings your hand up to his lips so he can place little kisses over your knuckles.

“I know his name it’s Ryan he just hasn’t been in it that much. I’m only on chapter,” You lift up your book so you can see where you left off. “Three so there’s still a lot left for me to get through and this is only book one there is I think three or four in this series.” Harry just nods as you give him your reasoning as to why you weren’t fully sure if the main character’s name was Ryan or not.

“And what does this normal dude named Ryan do for a living that’s so juicy it needs three-”

“Four. There’s four books.”

“Forgive me love.” He says apologetically as he messes with the ring you have on your index finger. “What does this Ryan bloke do that requires four books to tell his story?”

“He’s a wall street banker of some sort that needs to find a wife because he wants to become CEO of his father’s company but he can’t until he’s married so his mom sets him up with-”

“Wait a minute you mean to tell me your normal dude is actually an extremely wealthy man who needs an arranged marriage?” Harry’s eyebrows are raised as he slides his sunglasses up into his hair with his free hand while you try to tug your hand out of his grasp so you can go back to reading but Harry isn’t having it as his hold on it tightens just slightly.

“Well I meant normal as in he’s not an athlete of any kind or some sort of supernatural thing.” You explain making Harry chuckle as how riled up he’s managed to get you in such little time.

“Ah okay well allow me to let you get back to your story then while I go have some coffee.” Deciding to give you a few moments of peace he smiles as he leans down and gives your lips a few greedy pecks before pulling away and reluctantly letting go of your hand.

“Love you.” You shout as you watch him begin to walk away letting you get comfortable on the chair and open your book so you can get back to reading.

“Love you too.” He says with a smile over his shoulder as he heads to the table near the sliding door that leads to the main bedroom.

Two hours. That’s how long Harry has been staring at you read about this Ryan fellow who isn’t even real but has somehow has managed to hijack his whole morning. What started with Harry wanting to give you some space to enjoy your new book got extended when he got an unexpected phone call from his mom, but that only lasted ten minutes and when he hung up he was fully prepared to drag you onto the lounger that was made for two people but that plan didn’t work out when he walked out onto the deck and heard you laughing at something you just read. And while Harry wishes it was him that was making you laugh he didn’t have it in him to just snatch you out of your moment of literary joy because this is a vacation after all and you deserve to enjoy yourself.

But that was how he felt before the ten extra minutes turned into two whole hours of him having to endure you smiling and giggling at a book that Harry knows is mainly just porn with a bit of plot. He’s done everything in his power to take up as much time as he can, he’s had his coffee, even went as far as ate a full breakfast and laid out in the sun for a bit to see if he could catch a mid morning nap but it was useless because his eyes would shoot open the moment he heard you make even the smallest of noises. So as he sits across from you in his own lounge chair, mentally counting down the minutes until the boat arrives at the private beach he is also contemplating ways to get your attention off of this fake Ryan and onto him, your very real boyfriend.

“Oh..wow.” The sound of your voice oozing with amazement has Harry’s eyes darting over to your face as he sits up in his chair. He turns his head to face you and when he watches you place your book down on your chest as you let out a dreamy sounding sigh Harry can’t help but toss his sunglasses onto the side table that’s between your two loungers in a frustrated huff.

“You okay over there?” He asks as he notices how flushed your cheeks are. After a few moments of silence Harry raises an eyebrow and clears his throat making you jump a bit as if you didn’t even realize Harry had been sitting there.

“Huh? Did-did you say something?” You stutter making him roll his eyes as you sit up, grabbing your book so your thumb is keeping your place between the pages.

“I asked if you were okay but clearly you’re a little more than just okay.” Harry gestures to your flushed cheeks making you glare at him as you slide your sunglasses back down to cover your eyes. “Ryan can’t be that good you need to be doing all that giggling and-and feet kicking and what was that sigh just now? I mean-”

“Harry…” You sit up fully so you can turn your head and get a better look at him.

“What?” He snaps as he crosses his arms over his chest that’s only covered by a short sleeved button up shirt he didn’t bother to do a single button on.

“Are you jealous?” You question making Harry let out a scoff. “Because if you are-”

“I am not jealous of Mr. Wall Street.” He corrects you making you just rub your lips together as you nod, all the while Harry refuses to even glance in your direction because he knows the moment he does he will be done for and you’ll know that he’s in fact full of shit because he is jealous of this Ryan character who has managed to take up all your attention and the most annoying part of it all is the man is just made up of a bunch of words on a page for crying out loud.

“Then what’s wrong? Why are you all pouty?” You ask trying to pry the information out of him little by little, with a heavy sigh Harry finally tilts his head so he’s looking at you.

“You’re letting this Ryan asshole take up all your time while I’m just over here with no one to cuddle with.” You don’t mean to laugh, honestly you really don’t mean for the giggle to slip out and the moment it does you want so badly to be able to take it back because it makes Harry’s eyes go wide as he quickly tosses his legs over the lounger and stands up.

“Harry I’m sorry really-”

“It’s funny is it? Having your boyfriend sit here wanting nothing more than to cuddle with you while you drool and sigh over someone who’s not even real?” Before you can even react Harry is on top of you making you let out a squeal of surprise that gets muffled by the weight of him on your chest, where your book is still resting.

“Oh my god.” You mumble as you try to move under him but Harry just rests his head on your shoulder and wiggles himself between your legs, his feet are dangling off the lounger but he really can’t be bothered to care because he finally is as close to you as he’s been craving all morning.

“Just want some cuddles.” You roll your eyes as you’re finally able to slide your hands and book out from underneath him as his arms worm their way around your middle.

“You’re so dramatic.” Harry ignores you as he places a kiss to the side of your neck as your arms go around the tops of his shoulders. After a few minutes you hear him let out a sigh and you can’t help but smile as one of your hands begins running up and down his back while the other one holds open your book, wanting to just finish the chapter you’re currently in the middle of before putting it away for the rest of the day or at least until Harry falls asleep later in the evening.

As Harry watches you gather your bag of essentials for the beach day the two of you have planned he feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him as he notices the absence of a book about a certain wall street banker. He gives you a smile as he walks by and out towards the deck to grab his hat, having left it on the lounge chair the two of you had a very nice long cuddle on earlier after he was left with no choice but to practically tackle you and even then he knew you were reading but you assured him you were done with the book for the day since you finished your chapter that had been full of all the juicy steamy bits.

But the thing about Harry is that while he is very aware of his clinginess, he’s not often that aware of his jealous tendencies so when he turns around and sees you shoving the book into the tote bag it doesn’t fully register with him that the emotion he feels coursing through his veins is nothing more than a healthy dose of jealousy. Because he doesn’t really know why you wanting to read about another man while spending time with him bothers him so much but it does, and he can’t help it. Normally Harry wouldn’t care that you’re enjoying a new book series, he loves that you like to read even if it is mostly romance novels with the occasional poetry book tossed in here and there. It’s just that he’s never once been in this situation before where he feels as if he’s fighting for you against someone he can’t beat because they simply aren’t real, because in his mind how is he supposed to compete with a wealthy banker who can probably bend over backwards in bed like a gymnast and lets his mother pick his wife for him? He just doesn’t know how to handle it.

So of course he doesn’t handle it well.

At all.

“What’s this?” Harry’s voice makes you jump and let out a nervous chuckle as he appears next to you in the bedroom. You follow his eyes and see what he’s staring at in the tote bag.

“It’s my book? We are going to the beach.” You answer as you place the tote down on the bed so you can turn and head into the bathroom to grab the sunscreen. “People read at the beach Harry it’s very normal.” You explain making Harry roll his eyes as he chews on his bottom lip. His hands are balled into fits at his sides as he glares at the cover of your book and just as you reappear back in the bedroom something overcomes him and he snatches it out of the bag and takes off onto the deck.

“This stupid fucking book.” He mumbles to himself through gritted teeth as he storms over to the very end of the deck.

“Harry what are you doing?” You shout as you follow him out onto the deck while his grip on your book tightens so much he’s causing it to begin to roll up on itself as if he’s rolling a newspaper to swat at an annoying fly.

“You said you were done for the day.” He snaps as he turns so he’s facing you, his hair blowing around in the wind for some reason makes him look even more upset as he holds your book up.

“Well yeah but I like to read at-” Your words get cut off by Harry letting out a loud annoyed scoff.

“Yeah well try reading it now.” And with one quick motion you watch your book fly out of Harry’s hand and go over the side of the boat. Before either of you hear it make the smallest sounding splash you can see the regret instantly hit as Harry’s eyes go wide and his face loses all its color. He looks at his now empty hand before slowly looking back over to you and when he takes a small steps towards you all you do is take two steps backwards, away from him.

“Baby I’m-”

“You’re an asshole.” Your words make him stop in his tracks. “That’s what you are.” Harry watches you turn around and go back inside and when he hears the sliding door slam shut and then lock he can’t do anything but run his hands through his hair and let out a sigh of frustration because you’re right, he’s an asshole.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 days ago

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the repercussions to rinse away

buttercup, chapter nine

a/n: was shower sex at the very top of my list of things to include in the new chapters? fuck yeah it was, as it should be. double bingo because he'd also super hurt, but like in the slutty way that he does it (you know exactly what i'm talking about. just look at the gif i made right up there if you need a visual aid)

summary: “…I want to ask you about how this happened, but I have a feeling you’re not gonna tell me…”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, the black daredevil suit, hurt/comfort, injuries, blood, kissing, shower sex, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, impact play, pussyjob, thighjob, squirting, multiple orgasms, protected sex, penetrative sex, cockwarming

word count: 4163

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“Knock, knock,” you hummed as you pushed open the door to Nelson and Murdock, peeking inside before you crossed the threshold completely. As your eyes flickered away from the empty offices, they then landed on the kitchenette off to the left where the only remaining employee stood.

“Hey,” Matt twisted his head in your direction to flash you the soft smile that promptly blossomed on his lip, as the sound of your voice melted into him like sweet hot chocolate on his tongue, warming him from the inside.

As his fingers went back to fixing himself a cup of coffee, extending to click on the electric kettle, you stepped closer before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“So…” you breathed, slightly tense as his lips faded from your skin, “…are you alright?”

“Hm?” his brows knit together gently, “yeah, of course, I’m fine.”

“Okay, good,” you leaned against the counter with an exhale, “it’s just when you didn’t show up last night, I got a bit worried.”

“Shit,” he cursed sharply as it all came rushing back to him at once, “sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

Since today had been an early morning shift for you, the plan had been for Matt to let himself into your apartment last night after his patrol, so that your paths could, at the very least, cross for a brief moment instead of waiting multiple days for your schedules to once again align. But instead of feeling the comfort of his presence slip into bed beside you, he never came, and even when you dragged yourself out of bed while it was still pitch black outside in order to make it to the bakery when the clock struck four, fear had swayed you to briefly peek inside of his neighbouring apartment, as a detour when you slipped out of your own, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you gracefully swallowed the lingering disappointment, “you probably just lost track of time, saving people who needed it, or just plain forgot,” you shared the theories you’d cooked up while you’d worked the early shift you’d clocked out of just before wandering over here, “or maybe we just missed each other, you got home right when I left, or maybe you didn’t wanna wake me up…”

Grasping your hand as the kettle clicked beside him, now puffing with steam, he exhaled, “what can I do to make it up to you?”

Pursing your lips as you thought through the options, you then suggested, “how about I sleep in your bed tonight,” your finger lightly poked his chest before catching his tie and gently running your thumb and forefinger down the silky strand, “and that way we won’t miss each other tomorrow?”

“Deal,” he smiled, stealing a swift peck before he finished brewing his simple cup of coffee.

Though when his feet then began to shift across the floor for the first time since you’d stepped into the office, a furrow found your brow as you noticed how stiffly he was walking, carefully rounding the corner, mug clutched in one hand as the other palm trailed the wall on his way back to his own desk.

“…why are you walking like that?” you tilted your head as you picked up on more of the obvious signs than just the pained facial expressions that he tried his best to suppress.

“Like what?” he tried to act like a kid who hadn’t just been caught with their hand down the cookie jar.

“Matthew…” your head faintly twisted from side to side as impatience overtook you and you continued to stare at him in concern, “don’t–…”

“Don’t what?” he kept his tone innocent, though didn’t spin back to face your overflowing worry.

Crossing your arms over your chest, your eyes narrowed before you uttered, “…take off your shirt.”

However, he still went on shielding you from the truth as he instead plastered on a smirk and croaked, “alright, sure,” placing his cup down on his desk as he finally whirled around to face you, “if that’s a way I can make it up to you, but just so you know before you start stripping as well, Foggy and Karen will be back any second.”

“Oh, stop! That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it,” you snapped, snuffing out his charm, “take it off,” you repeated firmly and watched as the faux grin finally dropped from his lips, “let me see.”

Slowly, he reached up to tug at his tie, carefully slipping it over his head before his fingers began to work at the buttons down his crisp shirt and flickers of agony flashed across his features before it finally parted enough for you to see.

“Oh, Matt…” you exhaled as you spotted the grievous wounds sporadically scattered across the sliver of his torso on display for you, all of them shielded behind blood-tainted bandages.

“I’m okay,” he gently grasped your hands as your fingers reached out to trace a ghostly touch safely along the skin beside some of the injuries.

“What happened?” you whispered as you tried to keep the reins on your imagination and not let it run wild.

“Sweetheart, this is nothing–”

“It doesn’t fucking look like nothing! Is this why you didn’t show up last night?” you asked before the guilty look that flashed across his features became all the answer you needed, “Matt…”

“I’m sorry,” he uttered softly.

“You should have called me, I could have come, instead of you just lying unconscious and bleeding out in an alley somewhere,” you pleaded quietly.

“I wasn’t bleeding out in an alley,” he said, attempting to calm your erratic nerves, “Y/n, I’m fine, I promise. It looks a lot worse than it is.”

“How did it even happen? Are you in danger? Is someone after you?”

“It was nothing,” his head faintly shook from his to side as he tightened his grip on your hands, “baby, it was nothing, okay?”

“…okay…” you hesitantly nodded, doing your best to let go of the fear still churning your stomach, “…you know, maybe it would be smart if I learned a little bit more about medicine since things like this are a much more common occurrence for you than I think I realised…” you blinked back down at his beaten and bruised skin, your fingertips briefly catching the hem of his open shirt.

“I can teach you what I know,” he tilted closer, grasping your cheek before he pressed a kiss to your lips, “…so,” the corners of his mouth twisted upwards as he then shifted topics in an effort to distract you from the remainder of your worries, “was it a no then on the quickie before the others get back?”

It was a stifled groan that woke you from your slumber.

Slowly blinking your eyes open, as you layed curled on your side, alone in your boyfriend’s bed, you had to squint before you saw the figure on the other side of the apartment, sitting by the dining table in the dark.

With his black mask dangling off the edge of the table, Matt’s fingers froze before they could reach back into the open first aid kit as his head tilted and he heard how your legs shifted slightly beneath the dove grey duvet as you woke up.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he called out quietly, keeping his back turned to you as he stayed still and tried to not let you notice what he was doing, “I’ll be there in a second.”

But instead, you sucked in a breath and crawled out of bed. Your soft nightgown unravelled and tumbled down around your thighs from where it had been gathered up around your waist while you were sleeping.

A long sigh slipped from Matt when your bare feet neared him and his current state became impossible for him to hide. His tight black shirt was pushed up to his waist, exposing the wound just above his hip, one that you’d spotted earlier that day back in the office, though now it was no longer neatly bandaged, but instead slowly leaking blood as he worked at stitching it back closed.

“Matt…” you breathed as your eyes flickered everywhere from his bloody nose to the small knicks that had sliced through the thin material of his shirt.

Bathed by the neon lights that leaked in through the tall windows behind him, he simply exhaled, “I’m fine,” as he reached for a clean cotton pad in the first aid kit and dabbed it against the wound he was patching back up, swiftly swallowing a grunt of pain as the gauze was slowly stained crimson.

“You can’t keep saying that,” you pulled out the chair next to him and sank down, “tell me what to do.”

“You don’t have to,” he gritted his teeth as he pierced the curved needle in his grasp through his skin one last time before tying the thread off with a tiny knot, “I can handle it myself–”

“Matthew! Will you please just shut up and let me help?” you barked, finally cutting through his stubbornness before you watched an exhale slip from his lungs and his head slowly tilted in a nod, “thank you,” you huffed before scooting a bit closer, “now, please be honest this time, how bad is it?”

“I promise, it’s not that bad,” he uttered as his hand that clutched to cotton wad kept on putting some pressure over the freshly closed-up laceration.

“Do you need any more stitches anywhere else?” your eyes kept on scanning his bruised body, noting as he spoke the bloody gash that split up his lip.

“No, it was just this one that popped back open,” he carefully took the swab away from the wound with tender dabs, the needle that still dangled from the thread swung gently from the friction, “I just need to get cleaned up, maybe a few bandages and I’ll be fine,” he tried to flash you a smile, though the brave face didn’t help the way that he’d hoped.

All he could hear was how fast your pulse was beating as you stared at him, tears threatening to spring forth as your heart nearly burst straight out of your chest.

“Y/n,” his hand swiftly found your own, “hey,” he uttered gently, “take a breath… take a breath…” his head faintly nodded in soft encouragement as he steered you to finally fill your lungs properly.

As your shoulders finally began to relax, you felt him let go of your palm again before his fingers went back to work.

“What do you need me to do?” you asked once more.

Tilting his head towards the first aid box, he murmured, “you can grab the scissors.”

And as you grasped it, you watched as he then leaned back in the chair, a jagged breath slipping from his lungs as he shifted, before he plucked up the dangling needle and held it out for you to snip the thread.

“Like that?” you asked once you’d cut through the thin cord, nervous that you’d somehow messed the small task up.

But as he brushed his fingertips against the short string that remained at the end of the row of stitches he’d knotted, the corner of his lip twitched as he uttered, “perfect,” before he carefully tugged his shirt back down over his stomach.

A long exhale escaped Matt as he finally let himself relax and fall back down from the highs the events of his night had brought him to. For a while, you both just sat there in silence as he sank further into the serenity he’d made his way back to.

But then, as his eyes fluttered closed, you parted your lips and uttered, “…I want to ask you about how this happened, but I have a feeling you’re not gonna tell me…”

Face briefly threatening to scrunch up at the frustration that bubbled up in him, he muttered, “sweetheart–”

“But I just wanna say that even though I know why you don’t like to talk to me about the details,” you cut him off before he had the chance to stop you, “sometimes it doesn’t protect me, sometimes my active imagination takes a hold and tries to fill in the blanks in ways that are surely so much worse than the reality…”

Sucking in a breath, a second passed before he said, “…you really wanna know?”

“Yes,” you swiftly nodded, leaning in a tad closer in your seat.

Sitting up a bit more, he planted a forearm for support on the table before he began to tell you, “a few weeks back I intervened in this trafficking deal, two dozen women and kids, ready to be shipped off like lambs at the slaughter,” his hand gestured alongside his words, “turns out it was connected to something much bigger than I had thought,” he exhaled before uttering, “do you know who Joseph Giordano is?”

“I don’t think so,” you murmured slowly, “why?”

“He is next in line to the throne in the Giordano crime family.”

Your brows then knit together as you blinked back at him, “…are you saying that there’s an entire mob after you right now?”

“Well, I don’t know if they’re after me, I’ve just pissed them off a few times,” he tried to downplay his situation in order to calm your nerves that began to pick back up again, thumping in his ears like the booming base at a club.

“Is that what happened tonight? You pissed them off again?” you looked once again to how hurt he was before he begrudgingly began to nod his head faintly, “…so, how worried should I be?”

“It's nothing I can’t handle,” he uttered as his years of experience shined clear through his tone.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “I am so close to putting a stop to them, all of them, making them pay for all the shit that they’ve done,” his sentence culminated in a heated huff before he let it go. Carefully rising from his seat, he briefly flashed you a tight-lipped smile as he changed the subject, “I’m gonna go clean up, you head back to bed.”

“No, I’ll–,” you swiftly stood up as well, “let me give you a hand.”

Pausing just before he began to shift close to the bathroom, he then murmured, “alright,” before he let you grab his palm and shadow him with every careful step.

Reaching an arm into the shower, you turned on the water so that it could begin to rise to a temperature that wasn’t like having snow dumped down over you. As you twisted back around, you spotted Matt’s features, faintly screwed up, as he cautiously peeled his shirt off, though before it could slip over his head, your fingers caught the tail end of it.

As you dropped it down on the edge of the sink, Matt’s hands found his belt, although before his nimble fingers could begin to undo it, your own touch landed upon his own before his palms slipped out from under yours and he let you take over.

First, you kneeled down before him and slipped off his boots, pushing them off to the side before you straightened back up to undo his pants, gently tugging them alongside his dark boxers.

As you rose back up with the last of his black vigilantly suit in hand, your partner’s wide palms naturally found your waist in a soft graze, before your fingers then drifted to the hem of your nightgown and he felt the fabric slip beneath his touch as you pulled it over your head.

Dropping it down on the top of his own clothing, piled up on the edge of the sink, you then grabbed his hand once again before your feet began to shuffle against the tile, backing up till you were both in the shower. Twisting you both around, you slowly guided him under the drizzle of water, still holding his palm in yours as it began to rain down on his battered form.

The water turned a ruddy shade as it cascaded over his body and gently washed the blood away. Gingerly, you let your fingers ghost over his injuries, being careful as you helped clean them. His eyes fluttered closed when your touch floated up from his chest to his jaw before you softly swept over the crimson that had dried in a trickled path from the gash on his forehead, his nostrils from the blow his nose evidently had taken, as well as from the small cut on his lip that had begun to puff it up slightly.

Gliding your hands down to his hips, you gently guided him around for his broad back to face you. As your hands skimmed over the fresher damages, your touch couldn’t help but slow as you blinked back at the gnarly old scars that split up his skin. You’d likewise been staring at the ones all over the rest of his flesh as your touch swept across his body, but as he stood, facing away from you, the intimate graze of your fingertips couldn’t help but slide up and trace the long marks.

You barely realised that you’d stopped your aiding efforts till it was just your thumb lightly brushing against one of his scars, back and forth in short swoops, before you closed the short distance and pressed a tender peck to the middle of his spine.

Though as your touch slowly returned to their work, his hand suddenly snatched up one of yours. His feet shifted slightly, angling him only partly back to face you, he raised your palm up as he bowed his head to meet the back of it and press your hand to his lips.

Ripping your gaze away from his broad back as it slowly twisted away from you, it swiftly drifted up to Matt’s features, faintly wistful as he planted the soft peck to the back of your palm. When he came to face you once again, his other hand swept up your frame till it came to cup your cheek.

A soft breath flowed from his nostrils before he uttered, “I love you…” in a tone that made it sound as if he was thanking you, before he then tilted your face up as he bent down to gently press his lips to your own.

For a while, he kissed you as if he was trying to make time itself stop, as it stretched on, slow and smouldering, light on your lips. But then, while the hand he had on your cheek stayed in place, the other one let go of your palm and drifted down around your waist, gently caressing your side before his fingers slightly dented your skin as he drew you in closer and the light pecks morphed and deepened so slowly that you barely registered the change he had initiated till your tongue was suddenly dancing heatedly against his own.

His touch on the side of your face soon faded as it instead slipped down the landscape of your body and a heavy intake of air rushed in through his nose as the kiss then grew more desperate. Though as you hugged him closer, careful with your touch, a quiet gasp suddenly bubbled up your throat as his frame finally pressed flush up against your own and you felt the hardness that now poked you in your stomach.

“Matty…” you breathed in between ravenous pecks as his cock throbbed against your skin.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as his wide palms then swooped down over the curve of your ass, briefly digging his touch into your softness and making your cunt clench around nothing, before his knees then bent slightly and his hard length slotted in between your thighs, perfectly slipping against your pussy.

Letting the devil out, Matthew then let himself rut against your folds, a gravelly grunt rolling off his tongue as he momentarily rested his forehead against your own.

“O-oh, fuck…” you moaned as his hardness continued to nudge against you, parting your slick petals with his fat girth. Hazily tilting your head back at the feeling, you soon felt his lips flutter down your neck, “Matt…”

Though your pants continued to grow unanswered as your partner only growled in response before one of his hands soared up to capture your jaw and tilt your head for your lips to come crashing back against his own in a feverish kiss.

Shifting your frame, he then brought your legs closer together till the softness of your thighs hugged around his length still slotted against your pussy. With his hold still digging into the softness of your bottom, he then began to fuck your thighs, though with each needy thrust he granted himself, the details of his cock still dragged against your buzzing clit and made you whimper against his kiss.

And when you were both on the verge of exploding, nearly too pent up to keep your balance on the wet tile floor, he hastily reached an arm out of the shower and grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet. Snatching it from his hands, you panted as you rolled it on him, briefly raising yourself up to stand on your toes to steal a breathless peck from him as your fingers twisted the latex into place, granting him a soft stroke once you’d finished.

Long moans drew forth from both of you when he slowly slid inside, his forehead melting down against your own as he paused at the very tip, letting your cunt clench around his girth a moment before gradually giving you more in shallow thrusts.

Whimpering to the rhythm of his steady pace, you blinked up at him and panted, “I love you,” before he then crashed his lips against your own. Tilting your hips slightly as he gently rocked inside of you, slowly dragging his cock out of your pussy, most of the way, till he dove himself back in once more, each time burying himself a little deeper than before.

Your palms slid up his burly chest before your touch tangled around his neck, holding on tight as his desperate grunts melted against your tongue. Matt’s grasp, still on your ass, dented your flesh further as he then began to move your body for you, dragging your hips closer to meet his bucks and grant him the angle to go even deeper, filling you up till your eyes rolled in your skull. His hands swiftly tapped against your butt as he found a greedy pace, one that caused your pussy to sing sinfully over the splashing of the showerhead still pouring down over the both of you.

The next thing you knew, Matthew then snapped, losing the last bit of self-control he had left after the long night he’d had, and drowned himself completely in the one pleasure that his soul ached for. Feverishly, he suddenly plucked you up off the wet tile, his fat length still nestled deep within you as he picked you up into his arms.

“Oh my god,” you yelped as he rooted his strong hold under your ass, “wait, no,” your nails instinctively dug into the nape of his neck, “you’re hurt–”

But he only cut you off with a quiet, “shh…” as his nose brushed against your own before he uttered in a gravelly tone, “trust me when I say, I can take a lot more than this when I’m way worse off.”

And with you in his arms, he then readjusted his grip on you, briefly tossing you up a smidge, before he then sank you back down onto his cock, plugging you up till you couldn’t help but let out a shaky moan as your brain momentarily went blank in the ecstasy.

Toes curling, you whimpered, “j-just be careful,” as you spread out your fingers till they weaved through the short hair at the back of his head.

But rather than of playing it safe like you begged him to, he instead just tightened his hold on you as he growled, “I’ll be careful later,” before he then went to town, pounding away till the showerhead above wasn’t the only thing gushing.

And when Matt finally came undone, after you began to fear he might not snap out of his ravenous haze till the sun rose, fucking your pussy till you could no longer stand on your own two feet, your spine was plastered against the tile wall as his head melted down against your shoulder. The shower went on running as he kept you in his arms, both of you panting as he granted himself the gift of staying warm inside your fluttering cunt even longer and further drawing out the bliss to balance out the night that he had endured.

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Laduree Cafe☕️ | Nook & Cranny Bookstore📚

This build features a two-story cafe/restaurant with outdoor seating next door to a bookstore with a tiny private-entry apartment upstairs. Apartment is move-in ready [floorplan, kitchen, bathroom, & lighting] As always thank you to all CC creators!

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30x20 lot | functions as: cafe, restaurant, or retail. | $355,313 | [I do not own Businesses & Hobbies EP so this build has not been play-tested as a small-business lot, but could possibly function as one]

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godricgryffinsnore · 3 days ago

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I HAVE ANOTHER REQUEST FOR YOUUUU IF YOU FEEL SO INCLINED 🥰

i’m imagining bestfriend!remus x reader paired together in potions brewing amortentia. and reader is internally like, oh that’s funny it kinda smells like him. omg wait no it REALLY smells like him. and she has this whole silent epiphany that it’s always been remus

and remus is standing right there, maybe having the same realization in his own mind

up to you if you wanna write a confession scene too!! i’ll devour anything you post 🩷🩷

It's Always Been You ♡ : A Remus Lupin Fan Fiction.

pairing : Remus Lupin x bestfriend!reader

summary : A slow-burn, best-friends-to-lovers tale where a simple potions class reveals long-buried feelings, leaving two hearts fumbling through confusion, warmth, and the undeniable pull of something that’s always been there.

warnings : Extreme fluff, Best friends-to-lovers tension, soft, tender confession, shy, vulnerable Remus. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3.

Word Count : 2k

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della's note : I think I got a little carried away while writing, cause this request really made me imagine the soft banter and shy Remus things. I loved writing for this, you know? Again, I really hope this reaches your expectations, Sunny. You are an angel. Thank you for sending me this request, beautiful. @sunflowersonatas

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The dungeon is heavy with steam and candlelight, the golden glow smearing over the stone walls in syrupy ribbons. The cauldrons bubble lazily, swirling with pale lilac and silver, exhaling slow plumes of fragrant steam. The faint clatter of glass and mortar hums in the background, but you barely hear it over the dull roar in your ears.

Because your potion smells like Remus. And it’s really starting to freak you out.

At first, it’s nothing more than a brush of familiarity—a vague scent clinging faintly to the rising mist. Something warm and faintly sweet. Familiar, but not immediately recognizable.

You lean over the cauldron slightly, inhaling again.

And this time, it hits you square in the chest.

Wool scarves and firewood. The faint trace of chocolate he always carries in his pocket. The sharp, smoky sweetness of clove lingering on his cardigan. The paper-and-ink scent of the library corner he always claims.

Oh. Oh, Merlin. You stir the cauldron again, blinking rapidly.

Your fingers tighten around the wooden spoon. No. No, no, no.

Because surely this is a coincidence. A fluke. Surely amortentia isn’t sitting here, mocking you with the exact scent of your best friend. The boy you’ve known since you were practically children. The one whose worn-out jumpers you’ve stolen without thinking twice. The one whose voice is stitched into the fabric of your every memory.

You glance at him, pulse stuttering violently. And then you see it.

The faint crease between his brows. The subtle parting of his lips. The way his hands have completely stilled around the mortar. His knuckles flex once, then twice, gripping the stone edge a little too tightly.

Oh, Merlin. He smells you too.

His eyes are wide, a little frantic, his jaw slackened with dawning realization. His breath leaves him in a faint, uneven exhale, eyes flickering uncertainly between you and the cauldron.

Neither of you move.

You are absolutely going to throw up.

Your heart slams so violently against your ribs you’re almost certain the entire classroom can hear it. You stare at him, mortified, blinking like you might somehow wake yourself from this slow-motion nightmare.

Remus stares back.

And then— Because the universe is cruel and spiteful— Your professor’s voice cuts through the haze.

“Lovely work, you two,” Slughorn beams fondly, leaning over your cauldron. “Such a perfect shade of pearl—textbook, really. Five points to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Keep it up.”

He wanders off without another word, and you and Remus remain exactly as you are: paralyzed, stiff as corpses, faces slightly flushed, and looking very much like you’ve both been slapped with a Beater’s bat.

You exhale sharply, finally breaking the stare, trying to focus on your hands.

Which is, apparently, the exact moment Sirius Black and James Potter decide to materialize at your table.

Sirius appears first, leaning his entire weight over Remus’s shoulder, nearly sending him face-first into the cauldron. “Fancy that,” he drawls, dramatically squinting into the shimmering steam. “If my nose isn’t mistaken—which, let’s be honest, it never is—this rather smells like the entire essence of Lupin himself.”

Remus shoots him a look of absolute, bone-deep betrayal.

James, not to be outdone, slides in beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder like he’s known you for a decade longer than he actually has. “Fascinating,” he muses, inhaling deeply with exaggerated theatrics. “I dunno, Pads, but I’m getting a whiff of something quite reminiscent of our Moony. Could be my imagination. But—” he inhales again, obnoxiously loud, “—nope. Definitely smells like our dear Remus. Weird.”

You gape at him, scandalized. “Potter.”

“Moony,” Sirius grins, leaning heavily into Remus, who is now pale and glaring daggers into the middle distance, clearly rethinking every life choice that led him to this moment. “You wouldn’t happen to have been brewing a love potion with your favorite person in the entire world, would you? Surely not.”

James makes a mock gasp, gripping your shoulder with faux devastation. “Merlin’s beard. Do you think—? No. No, they wouldn’t. They couldn’t.” He shakes his head, eyes wide. “There’s simply no way that the two of you have been pining like lovesick, moronic sheep for years, only to have this very public, very embarrassing epiphany during a school-sanctioned activity. Right?”

You want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

You shove James off your shoulder, your face practically molten. “Get out.”

“Now, now.” Sirius raises both hands, grinning wolfishly. “I’m just saying—this is awfully convenient. Almost like it’s been... planned.” His grin widens, sharp and dangerous, eyes glinting. “Planned, James.”

You blink. Remus blinks.

And then it hits you.

“Oh, you didn’t,” Remus says flatly, voice low with warning.

James and Sirius exchange a slow, self-satisfied look. “Oh, we did,” James confirms.

You stare at them, blinking dumbly. “You—you had a bet?”

Sirius clutches his chest dramatically, grinning like a madman. “Oh, darling, not just a bet. The bet.” He levels you both with a self-satisfied smirk. “Fifty galleons. That’s how long we’ve been watching you two idiots make heart-eyes at each other from across the common room.”

Remus lets out a soft, strangled noise of betrayal. “Fifty?”

James shrugs, far too smug. “To be fair, Peter thought it would happen last Christmas, so he’s out.”

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, burying your face in your hands.

Sirius claps Remus on the back with far too much force, nearly sending him into you. “Cheer up, Moony. You finally got the girl. And you won us fifty galleons.”

“Fifty galleons I fully intend to spend on chocolate,” James adds, glancing at Remus with mock pity. “Sorry, mate. You were the last to know.”

Remus mutters something incoherent beneath his breath and promptly drops his forehead onto your shoulder, grumbling softly into the fabric of your robe.

And you—because you love him, because you always have—simply grin into his hair, fingers softly threading through it, quietly grateful that, for once, they were right.

── .✦

The dungeon is still thick with steam and the faint, honeyed glow of candlelight when Sirius and James finally make their grand exit, cackling like lunatics and loudly debating which Honeydukes chocolate is worthy of their newly won fifty galleons.

They leave the two of you behind—flushed, mortified, and still reeling.

For a long moment, neither of you speak. The dungeon hums faintly around you—the bubbling of forgotten cauldrons, the distant scrape of chairs, the murmur of students packing up their things. It all feels muffled somehow—far away and unimportant.

Because he’s still holding your hand. And you’re still holding his.

His fingers are warm and slightly calloused, trembling faintly where they’re laced between yours. You feel his thumb—slow, barely perceptible—brush ever so lightly along the inside of your wrist.

And you know he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

You glance at him cautiously. His eyes are fixed somewhere on the table, pointedly not looking at you. His face is flushed, faint pink crawling steadily over his cheekbones, dusting the tips of his ears. His throat works around a faint swallow.

You exhale softly, your voice barely above a murmur. “Remus.”

His eyes snap up at the sound of his name. And oh.

The moment your gaze meets his, something in your chest caves violently.

Because his eyes—those soft, golden eyes—are wide and unguarded, darkened slightly with something tender and unfamiliar, something almost fragile. His lashes flutter slightly, gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes like he’s already memorizing the distance.

He looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky.

And suddenly, you don’t think you can breathe properly.

His lips part slightly, but he says nothing at first—his throat bobbing with an uneven swallow. When he speaks, his voice is low and unsteady, a little breathless, as though he’s only just found it.

“I, um…” He clears his throat softly, but it doesn’t help. His voice is still rough, still trembling faintly. His eyes flicker to where your hands are still laced, then back to your face, and he lets out a weak, breathless laugh. “I—I’m, um. Not very good at this, you know.”

You watch him—his eyes so unsure, so vulnerable—as though he’s bracing for you to step back. As though he’s already preparing himself for the possibility that you might let go.

You tighten your grip instead.

His lips part slightly at the gesture, eyes flashing briefly with something startled—something helpless and adoring. His breath catches.

And then, in a voice so soft and hesitant you almost miss it, he murmurs, “But it’s always been you.”

Your breath hitches.

His eyes flicker downward, his hand tightening faintly around yours like he’s afraid you might slip through his fingers. His voice is barely a breath.

“I—I didn’t even know when it started.” He lets out a faint, shaky laugh—wet and self-conscious. “Maybe it was the first time you fell asleep on my shoulder in the library. Or—or when you hexed that Slytherin who called me a monster in third year.” His lips twitch faintly, voice softening. “Or maybe it was the time you made me that ridiculous scarf for Christmas—the one with the crooked stitches that you insisted was ‘fashionably uneven.’”

You let out a breathless laugh, your eyes burning with warmth.

His fingers tighten faintly around yours, trembling slightly. His eyes—soft and uncertain and so very full—lift slowly to yours, his voice dropping to nothing more than a whisper.

“But I know now.” His throat works faintly, voice hoarse. “I know because—because it hurts to look at you sometimes. Like—like it’s too much. Like you’re sunlight and I can’t stop staring, even when it burns.”

Your chest constricts violently.

His voice shakes slightly when he exhales. “And I—I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you. You’re my best friend.” His lips twitch faintly, but the smile is weak—sad around the edges. “And I was terrified. Terrified that if you knew—if you ever knew—it would ruin everything.”

He exhales shakily, voice so soft it’s almost pleading. “But I can’t—” His breath catches. “I can’t not say it anymore.”

Your lips part slightly, your breath stalling, but he keeps going—because he has to—because if he doesn’t get it out now, he’s afraid he never will.

“I love you,” he whispers, voice breaking slightly on the words, raw and breathless. His eyes squeeze shut for half a second before fluttering open again—vulnerable and wide, searching yours. “I love you. I—I think I’ve loved you forever.”

You stare at him—his wide, trembling eyes, the faint flush blooming high on his cheekbones, the subtle, terrified way his fingers tighten around yours—and you wonder how you ever thought he was anything less than devastating.

Your breath catches violently in your throat. And then, you kiss him.

You lean forward suddenly—without thinking, without breathing—and press your lips to his, desperate and unsteady and so terribly sure.

He makes a faint, startled sound against your mouth—a sharp inhale, almost a gasp—but then he’s kissing you back with everything he has, hands coming up to cradle your face, trembling and reverent.

His lips are warm and gentle, tasting faintly of chocolate, moving against yours like he’s afraid to break you. You feel his hand trembling faintly against your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with unbearable gentleness.

And when you finally break apart, you’re both breathless—foreheads pressed together, chests heaving faintly.

You blink at him, eyes glassy with warmth. “You’re such an idiot,” you whisper softly, breathless and laughing.

His lips twitch faintly, breath escaping in a trembling laugh. “I know.”

You let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, brushing your nose against his, your eyes still half-lidded and glowing with warmth. “I love you too, you absolute idiot.”

And oh— The way he breaks at your words.

His eyes flutter shut, breath hitching audibly, and he exhales faintly against your mouth, voice cracking softly when he whispers, “You do?”

You nod, laughing faintly, your fingers threading softly through his hair. “Always,” you murmur. “Always.”

And this time, when he kisses you, it’s slow and lingering, sweeter than anything you’ve ever known. His hands cradle your face like you’re something fragile and holy—something he intends to hold forever.

And in that moment, you know— You always have.

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revelboo · 1 day ago

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With so many ff’s or short stories going, how do you not loose overview and forget about one or another? Lists don’t help me. At some point I forget to update the list 😭

Honestly, I absolutely do until people ask about stories in the inbox that I haven’t remembered to update and then I bang my head on my desk a bit. I’m very easily distracted

Y’all are good at reminding me, though 🤣

True Romance Pt 19

Starscream x Reader, Thundercracker x Reader, Skywarp x Reader

• Kicking out a leg, there’s a heavy arm thrown across you as you come awake, a warm frame against you. Pinned flat on your back, you open your eyes and Skywarp’s face is inches from yours, his optics shuttered. That’s right. At some point, he’d dragged you away from Starscream and curled himself around you like a very needy space heater. Head turning, you spot Thundercracker sprawled on his back, an arm outstretched and his servos tangled in your hair. Where’s Starscream? Head lifting, you see him sitting on the edge of the berth, his back to you and full size. “Hey,” you whisper and his head turns, making you realize he’s watching the door. Like he’s worried about someone coming in while his brothers are mass displaced and vulnerable.

• “You should be resting,” he murmurs, wings flicking tiredly as he turns his attention back to watching over his trine and you. Too tense with how vulnerable all of you are right now. Understands wanting to recharge with you in his arms, but it’s too risky. “I can feel you still staring at me,” he adds, lips twitching despite himself. Leaning a palm on the berth, he twists and he’s right, you’re staring up at him, frowning. “Don’t give me that look.” Reaching he gently touches a servo to your head, nudging you affectionately.

• Reaching up to catch at his servo as Skywarp whines in his recharge and mouths your jaw, arm tightening around you, Starscream’s optics soften for just a moment before his expression blanks. “I’m awake if you want to recharge.” Hear him softly vent at your offer, wings flaring slightly and you wonder if you’d offended him. “I can scream if someone tries to come in the door.” And his servo slides to rub against your cheek as he chuckles softly. Like you’re joking, not serious. But he looks so tired.

• Not sure what to make of the fact that you’re worrying about him, wanting to take care of him even though he’s so much bigger than you are, he shakes his head. “And I can shoot them in the face,” he counters, servo sliding to brush your bottom lip. Smiling crookedly when you huff at him and Thundercracker lifts his head with a rumbling noise, rolling over. Optics brightening as he looks around before easing back down. Appreciates the offer, though he can’t actually admit it out loud. Can’t be weak even in front of his own trine. Pulling his hand away from you, he turns back to his watch.

• Staring at his back, your chest aches. To be so paranoid, he can’t relax, can’t rest even now. And from the stories his brothers have told you, he has every right to be worried. The other Decepticons seem to always be plotting, scheming for more power. Always ready to betray each other if they can gain something from it. Murder not that uncommon. “Recharge,” Skywarp whines, sliding a leg between yours, pressing his face against your neck. But you just watch over Star as he watches over you and his brothers, because someone needs to look out for him.

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #skywarp x reader #thundercracker x reader #thundercracker #skywarp #Starscream

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 day ago

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The End Of Us

Summary: You and Joel have made the difficult decision to go your own ways, and Joel just wants to spend one more blissful night with you before you leave

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, smidge of spanking, dominant Joel, submissive reader, minor edging, sad ending, angst

A/N: Hello my lovelies this one is a little bit longer than what I’ve been writing lately so I hope that you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think in the comments and reblog so that others can enjoy it as well. It would be greatly appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal tag list is still open so if you wish to be tagged in future writings let me know and I’ll add ya! Thank you all so much! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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“Just one more night baby, please.” Joel had begged against your lips. “Please just let me have one more night of you.”

You and Joel wanted totally opposite things, and had different visions for the future. Constantly arguing to the point it was becoming toxic to stay with each other. That’s when you both made the difficult decision to go different directions.

You cup his face in your hands as you stare deeply into his eyes. Showing no signs of manipulation or deceit only seeing pure desire and love. Feeling your cold fingers pressed against his heated skin. Holding his breath waiting for your answer. “One more night.”

Watching as Joel stoops, and without hesitating you jump into his arms so he can pick you up. Wrapped around him so tightly almost afraid to let him go. Fearing he would disappear suddenly, and this would all be a dream. Carefully walking up to the bedroom, a somewhat somber feeling in the air.

Joel laying you down softly on the bed as he sucks on your plump lower lip. Dragging it out with his teeth only to let it bob back. Lips then caressing your jawline as his hands massaged your outer thighs. Feeling him press his erection against you causing you to moan.

“I bet you’re just dripping.” His voice low and deep already knowing the truth without even having to look or feel.

Without skipping a beat he lifts your arms up sliding your shirt off and to the side. Looking down to see your erect nipples just waiting to be touched. He was eating you alive with just his gaze alone.

“God I need you so bad.” Mumbling before leaning his head forward to nip at your bud. Dripping onto his hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth.

“Joel please just take my pants off.” He was fully teasing you at this point. Taking in more of you than ever knowing this was going to be the last night.

Emitting a noise in response at the desperation in your voice. Lifting your hips up as he pulled them down your legs leaving you completely exposed. The air hitting the wetness between your legs causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

“See I knew you would be dripping.” He smirked knowing he was right, and all you could do was just roll your eyes at him.

“Just shut up and fuck me Joel.” Groaning wrapping your legs around him to help ease the ache. Joel knew what he was doing with you he wasn’t a fool. He wanted this last night with you to be explosive and utterly euphoric.

“I would watch how you talk to me baby girl.” He warned you his tone stern and dominant. His arms on either side of your head as he kissed your collarbone tracing his lips up your neck breathing you in. “I’m the best cock that’s ever gonna fuck you.”

Not even waiting for your response he stood up for a brief moment to strip himself of his clothes leaving him naked. Leaning on your elbows as you looked him up and down. Eyes drinking him in as you memorized every detail on his figure.

“Tell me how badly you need me.” Speaking as he grabbed your ankles opening you up to him. He wanted to hear you say it out loud.

“I need you so desperately Joel. You’re all I want. All I ever want.” Your words holding truth and meaning. It wasn’t a lie to just get what you want. “I love you.”

It was the three little words that held a much bigger meaning. He was shocked to hear you say it, and that was all he needed as he hovered over you pushing his cock inside of you feeling as he stretched you around him. Gasping your mouth wide open as he just watched your face.

“Fuck you’re so big.” Your hands gripping onto his waist holding him there feeling him deeply already clenching your cunt around him. Joel just leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours just loving the feeling of you, and not wanting to move.

“Keep your eyes on me baby girl.” He directed you wanting your entire focus on him. Joel was never shy when it came to intimacy. “Keep them on me or I stop.”

“Mhm.” Wiggling your hips wanting nothing more than him to move.

Joel pulling his hips back his cock slipping very easily just enough before he pushed forward again. Snapping his hips back and forth creating a steady rhythm. Hands gripping his arms as whimpers left your mouth. Wanting to just close your eyes so badly, but knowing Joel would stop, and this feeling would be gone so quickly.

“That’s a good girl. Taking me so good.” He praised as he briefly looked down as your walls swallowed him whole. It was a sight to see.

The sounds of your wetness were echoing in the room it was overwhelming your senses. Your entire being was just a mass of tingles, heat, and want. Just wanting to look down and watch as his cock abused your hole. Keeping your eyes on him as you noticed his face turning redder by the minute, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You feel so good, you feel so fucking good.” Groaning as he gritted his teeth trying to hold on for as long as he could.

Senseless sounds were tumbling out of you, the pleasure coursing through your veins. Whenever you and Joel would fuck it felt like you were floating in the clouds. Never wanting to come back down. Nothing compares to the way he makes you feel when he’s inside of you, and caressing your skin. Nothing else.

“I wanna cum in you.” There’s a desperation that instills within him, wanting to get to the finish. “Please I wanna cum in you so badly.”

“Yes, please, yes.” With no hesitation as you tightly wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

A hand slithering down your lower stomach between your bodies so he can rub your clit in harsh circles. Crying out at the overwhelming sensitivity as your nails dug into his skin. Your eyes tearing up your body felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m close.” Warning him and he responded by flipping your bodies so smoothly so you were now on top, his cock never slipping out.

“Ride me baby girl.” Hands gripping your hips as you moved your body back and forth your hands pressed against his chest using him as leverage. “Fuck just like that.”

Rocking the entire bed the headboard knocking against the wall with your aggressive motions. Joel loved watching as you took control so desperate to chasing your own high. Hands coming down on your ass as a form of motivation to keep going. Your thighs burning already from this position.

“Look at me when you cum.” He tells you your brows upturn, whining in frustration. His thumb returning to your puffy clit rubbing fast circles.

“Oh god I’m cumming.” Feeling the dam break as your walls flutter around him from the stimulation. Throwing your head back as you felt your entire body trembling from the mind blowing orgasm, feeling the heat around your body overflowing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” Joel holding you in place as your cunt instinctually clenched around him. His cock twitching inside of you his own release just right there. Euphoria finally conquering him, and it makes effective work, hot spurts of him warm seed coating your insides.

Fighting to keep your eyes open as fatigue rushed through your body. Arms and legs feeling like noodles thankful Joel was holding you up otherwise you would have collapsed on top of him. Rubbing soothing circles on your thighs in comfort as he eased you through the last of your orgasm.

“Come here.” Patting his chest signaling to lay down. Slowly placing your head on his sweaty chest placing your ear over his heart listening to his rapid heart beat. Keeping his cock inside of you not wanting him to leave.

There was a sudden shift in the air. Feeling melancholy that this was the last time you and Joel were ever going to see each other. Joel pressing his lips on the top of your head it had you smiling.

“God I hate this.” Mumbling against his skin breaking the deafening silence. Your body frozen not wanting to move because then it would become real.

“I wish there was a different way, but we’ve already been lying to ourselves long enough.” Joel was being stronger for you knowing if he wasn’t you both would keep running in circles, and having the same conversations over and over.

If only you and Joel had met at a different time in your lives this discussion wouldn’t be happening. It was just both your luck you had to meet when the virus already broke out. You could see a beautiful life with Joel.

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” His voice cracking as he tried to hold back the tears. It broke your heart to see him vulnerable like this.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Kissing his chest a hand reaching up to rub the back of your head. A tear rolling down your cheek. This was going to be so much harder than what you thought.

“Who knows,” looking up at him your bottom lip trembling. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

Closing your eyes as the tears were starting fully stream down your face. You and him both knew better than that. Neither one of you were likely to see each other again. Of course, Joel wanted to make you feel better about the situation. Embracing you as he held you in his arms so tightly it actually started to hurt.

“Yeah, who knows.” Sniffling as you pathetically attempted to sound optimistic, but Joel saw right through you.

“I love you so much.” Staring deep into your eyes as he placed a kiss on your lips knowing it was the last time you were ever going to feel those soft lips on yours.

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sirxaibs · 22 hours ago

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Sanji Vinsmoke x Reader

𓊝﹏ All Too Well 𓊝﹏

blab blah blah I see him and suddenly im dumb

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SYNOPSIS: don’t you hate when your woman who is not your woman get fed up with you so your woman who’s not your woman goes and take matters into her own hands.

⊹ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ˖ You strolled through a lively port town with Sanji, the afternoon sun warming your skin as the scent of fresh bread and spices drifted through the air. He was, as always, a step ahead, effortlessly weaving through the crowd with you trailing behind.

Despite the reason for this trip to restock the ship’s food supplies Sanji seemed to treat it as a personal mission to chat with every woman who so much as glanced his way. It was nothing new, really. Every compliment, every declaration of love, every swooning reaction from the ladies it was all part of who he was.

But damn, was it annoying sometimes.

“Sanji,” you called, catching up to him as he leaned over a stall, grinning at the vendor a particularly pretty woman selling fresh herbs. “Are we actually shopping, or are you just collecting plans for tonight ?”

He turned to you with that signature charm. “What, love? Are you getting jealous? My love you’re always at the top of my list” His smirk was teasing, playful, but something about the way he said it made your stomach twist.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Not in the slightest. Just wondering if I should be carrying all these bags myself while you’re busy.”

Sanji straightened immediately. “I would never let a lady carry heavy bags in my presence!” He took them from your arms with ease, but before you could feel triumphant, he turned back to the vendor and gently took her hand. “Forgive me, mademoiselle, duty calls. But know that your beauty is as fresh as your basil.”

You clenched your jaw. That was it.

Without a word, you pivoted on your heel and strolled off into the bustling crowd, leaving him behind. You didn’t need to deal with this right now.

You made your way to a nearby fruit stall, inspecting the selection when a voice interrupted. “You seem like you have good taste,” a smooth voice said.

You glanced up to see a man tall, rugged, with a confident smile. He gestured toward the apples. “Which one would you recommend?”

You hummed thoughtfully, picking up a ripe one and handing it to him with a slight tilt of your head. “This one.”

He took it, fingers brushing yours. “Good choice. Maybe you should stick around and help me shop.”

You chuckled, more amused than anything, but before you could respond, a familiar presence appeared beside you.

Sanji.

The air shifted instantly. His easygoing charm was still there, but his stance was different subtle but firm. “Ah, my dear, there you are.” His hand found the small of your back, light but undeniably possessive. “I was worried when you ran off.”

The man’s gaze flickered between you two. “You two together?”

Sanji smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Something like that.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his tone, but you said nothing. You usually just let it play out, enjoying the rare sight of Sanji stewing in his own jealousy.

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, we’re not together.”

Sanji’s hand, which had been resting lightly against your back, lifted ever so slightly before dropping entirely.

The man smirked, clearly pleased with the answer. “That so?” He took a bite of the apple you’d chosen for him, eyes flickering over you with interest. “Then maybe”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s free to flirt with whoever she wants,” Sanji cut in, voice sharp with something unreadable. “don’t let me stop you”

You turned to him with an unimpressed look. “Oh? You suddenly have a problem with that?”

His smile was still there, but it was forced now, tight at the edges. “Of course not, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, but there was an edge to his voice, a tension in his stance.

You scoffed, folding your arms. “Then piss off, Sanji. Thought you had some more lovely ladies to chase after.”

Sanji’s eyebrow twitched. His whole demeanor shifted still composed, still that smooth talking flirt, but now there was something else lurking underneath. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling before flashing you a lazy smirk. “Fine. Do whatever you want, gorgeous.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked off, hands in his pockets, looking every bit as confident as always. But you saw it the tightness in his shoulders, the way his footsteps were just a little too heavy.

Good. Let him stew in it for a change.

You turned back to the guy, flashing a charming smile of your own. “Now, where were we?”

But even as you continued talking, a lingering heat stayed on your skin the memory of Sanji’s touch, his lingering gaze, and the way his voice had dropped just slightly when he called you gorgeous.

⊹ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ˖

You continued chatting with the man, picking out a few more items for your collection, and although he was polite and engaging, your thoughts kept drifting back to Sanji. The way his hand had hovered at your back, the little flicker of jealousy in his eyes, the forced smoothness in his voice it was all so familiar, you felt it all too well and yet it made you feel strangely unsettled.

As the day passed, the random guy proved to be an easy companion, offering good suggestions for what to buy and being genuinely considerate when it came to picking out fresh produce and spices. He was easy to talk to, and the lighthearted banter between you two made the errands almost feel like a casual date. But every so often, you’d glance at the bags you were carrying, noticing that they were getting heavier as you loaded up, and that faint tug of regret would sneak in.

You missed the way Sanji always insisted on carrying your bags, even if it was over the top, and how he’d make sure you didn’t have to lift a finger when it came to food shopping, the way he’d make it fun with jokes, teasing, and making you feel like the only one in the world who mattered.

It wasn’t that this guy was bad company it was just… different. There was no shared bond, no shared history, no special moments where the two of you made meals together or laughed over burned rice or an over salted stew. It was a nice day, but it wasn’t the same as being with Sanji.

After a few more minutes, you noticed the sun beginning to dip lower in the sky. The port town was starting to empty out, and you realized you should probably start heading back to the ship. “I think I’ve got everything I need,” you said, your smile warm but thoughtful. “I should be getting back.”

The man nodded, giving you a polite smile. “Of course, I won’t keep you. Thanks for the company today it was nice to meet you.”

You waved it off, feeling the first pang of regret. “It was fun. Take care.”

Turning to leave, you started heading back to the dock, your steps a little slower than before. It felt like a quiet, pleasant day, but there was a knot in your chest. It was the first time you’d felt this way in a while like you were missing something, or maybe someone.

As you walked, your thoughts returned to Sanji again, to the way his voice had softened just slightly when he’d called you “gorgeous” before walking off. you’d find him later, and you could tell him exactly how much you missed his presence, his playful teasing, and the way he made everything feel like it had purpose.

But for now, you simply carried the bags of fresh food back to the ship, the smell of it reminding you of those quiet moments in the kitchen, when you two would bond over cooking together. It was a kind of peace you didn’t want to give up.

⊹ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ˖

You climbed up the gangplank of the Sunny, arms full with bags of fresh produce and dry goods. The afternoon sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting warm golden hues over the ship. You had managed to grab most of the things on the list hopefully, Sanji had taken care of the rest. Knowing him, he probably had.

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders. The encounter in town still lingered in your mind, but you shook it off. Whatever. If Sanji wanted to act like a flirt one minute and get possessive the next, that was his problem.

Just as you were stepping onto the deck, a hand grabbed your wrist, tugging you to the side.

“Hey what the”

You turned to see Nami, her sharp eyes scanning your face like she was trying to read your thoughts.

“Okay,” she said, crossing her arms. “What the hell happened between you and Sanji?”

Your brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Nami gave you an unimpressed look. “Oh, don’t even try that with me,” she huffed. “Sanji came back before you, dumped the supplies in the kitchen, and has been stomping around ever since. He’s barely said a word, hasn’t flirted with a single woman on board, and even turned down Robin when she asked for tea.”

You blinked. He turned down Robin?

Nami leaned in slightly. “So I’ll ask again what happened?”

You clicked your tongue, shifting your weight. “Nothing. We just… went shopping, got separated, and that’s it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You said that way too vaguely.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Look, I just got tired of his bullshit, alright? One minute he’s all over me, the next he’s flirting with some random girl, then when I start talking to someone, he’s got a problem with it? I’m not dealing with that.”

Nami’s lips twitched slightly like she wanted to smirk but was holding back. “So you made him jealous.”

“I wasn’t trying to make him jealous,” you muttered. “I just had enough of him acting like I’m special one second and then running off to the next girl the moment I blink.”

Nami hummed, clearly enjoying this. “Well, whatever you did, it worked. I haven’t seen him this grumpy in ages.” She smirked, giving you a knowing look. “So… what now?”

You hesitated. You weren’t really sure. Did you want to clear the air? Did you want to keep making him stew in it?

Before you could answer, a familiar voice called out from the kitchen.

“Oi!” Sanji’s voice was sharp, impatient. “If you’re done gossiping, some of us still have a ship to cook for!”

You and Nami exchanged glances.

“Yep,” she said, grinning. “You definitely got to him.” immediately both you and nami run to bring the bags to him

⊹ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ˖

Dinner on the Sunny was as usual a lively affair laughter, conversation, and the clatter of dishes filling the air as everyone enjoyed Sanji’s cooking.

But tonight?

Tonight, there was an unmistakable tension radiating from the cook.

Sanji moved through the kitchen and dining area with his usual grace, but his movements were stiff, his usual flirtatious remarks absent. He set plates down with a little too much force, his jaw tight as he worked in silence.

“Oi, Sanji, what’s with the attitude?” Zoro grumbled, eyeing him over his plate. “You got your ass kicked in town or somethin’?”

Sanji shot him a glare. “Shut it, mosshead.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow but smirked knowingly, clearly enjoying whatever was going on.

You, on the other hand, kept your focus on your plate, trying not to let your own amusement show. So he’s still sulking, huh?

Across the table, Nami sent you a quick glance before leaning back with a satisfied smile. “Dinner’s great, Sanji,” she said, clearly baiting him. “It’s almost like you channeled all your pent up frustration into it.”

Sanji’s eyebrow twitched, but he forced a smile. “Glad you like it, Nami.”

You caught the way his gaze flickered toward you just for a second before he turned away and busied himself at the stove.

Robin, ever perceptive, let out a soft hum. “It’s rare to see our dear cook so tense. I wonder what could’ve caused it.”

Luffy, oblivious as always, just grinned as he stuffed his face. “As long as he keeps cooking, who cares?”

Sanji ignored them all, but the way he gripped the edge of the counter told you everything.

Oh, he was definitely still stewing over what happened in town.

⊹ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ˖

With dinner finished and everyone helping to clean up, the tension lingering around Sanji was still very present. He scrubbed a pan with more force than necessary, his jaw tight, his usual smooth demeanor buried under whatever storm was brewing in his head.

You couldn’t help it. Seeing him like this so obviously riled up was just too entertaining to ignore.

So, you casually leaned against the counter beside him, watching as he worked. “You know,” you mused, “for someone who flirts like it’s his life’s mission, you sure get pissy when the tables turn.”

Sanji’s scrubbing stopped.

Slowly, he turned his head, giving you a side eye that could probably set something on fire. “Oh?” he said, voice deceptively calm. “And what exactly are you implying, sweetheart?”

You smirked. “I’m just saying… for someone who was practically jumping from one woman to another earlier, you got awfully moody when I talked to someone else.”

Sanji let out a sharp exhale, setting the pan down a little harder than necessary. He turned to you fully, leaning in just slightly, his presence radiating something different something charged.

“You think I’m jealous?” His voice was low, controlled, but you could see the way his fingers curled against the counter, how his eyes darkened just a little.

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Well, you have been sulking all evening.”

Sanji huffed out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Tch. You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” you teased, stepping just a little closer, “you still haven’t denied it.”

His jaw clenched, and for a brief moment, you swore you saw something flicker across his face something raw, something real. But just as quickly, he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Whatever,” he muttered, grabbing another dish to wash. “Go flirt with your little market boy if that’s what you want.”

You grinned. “Ohhh, so you are jealous.”

His grip tightened on the plate. “I’m not” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply before turning his glare on you. “Go away.”

You laughed, thoroughly enjoying this. “Nah, I think I’ll stick around. It’s fun watching you try not to combust.”

Sanji shot you one last glare before turning back to the dishes, muttering something under his breath. But even with his back to you, you could see it the slight redness at the tips of his ears.

Oh yeah. You definitely had him right where you wanted him.

You watched him for a moment, enjoying the way his shoulders were tense, his hands working the dishes with a little too much force. It was rare to see Sanji like this off balance, rattled.

And you weren’t done playing with him just yet.

Stepping closer, you reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, tugging him down to your height before he could react.

Sanji barely had time to blink before your lips were near his ear, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

“You know,” you murmured, “for someone who claims to be a gentleman, you’re not acting very chivalrous right now.”

His breath hitched, but he didn’t move, frozen in place.

“I did it on purpose,” you admitted, your voice soft but smug. “I wanted to make you jealous.”

Sanji’s fingers twitched where they gripped the counter, but he still didn’t say a word.

Smirking, you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes stormy, intense, filled with something unreadable. And before he could say anything, you leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his cheek.

You felt his body tense beneath your touch, his breath hitch once more.

Then, just as quickly, you let go, stepping back and flashing him a knowing smile.

“Thanks for dinner, Sanji,” you said casually,

you turned on your heel and walked away, feeling the weight of his stare burning into your back.

And for once, Sanji was the one left speechless.

You paused just before stepping out of the kitchen, glancing over your shoulder with a smirk. Sanji still hadn’t moved, his hands gripping the counter so tightly his knuckles had gone white. His expression was unreadable, his lips slightly parted like he wanted to say something but nothing came out.

Perfect.

“Oh, by the way,” you added, tilting your head just enough to watch his reaction, “I think I’ll go hang out with Zoro for a bit. At least he’ll give me some attention.”

Sanji twitched.

His eye visibly twitched.

The sheer offense that flashed across his face was priceless.

His mouth opened, then closed, as if he was scrambling for a comeback but all he could do was let out a sharp, frustrated exhale through his nose.

You almost burst out laughing right then and there. Instead, you gave him one last wink before disappearing down the hall, leaving him stewing in his jealousy.

Y/n: “Oh, don’t mind me, Sanji. I’ll just keep teasing you until you get all worked up, but I’m sure you’re completely unaffected, right?”

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dailynnt · 24 hours ago

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Chunguk reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 6/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lovers, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope, undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi guys 💜 It's me with a new chapter to please you 🥹 I didn't write much this time and I have to post it right now because I'm going to be busy this weekend. I have a birthday on Sunday 🫣 and I will have a house full of guests and they definitely won't let me write 😫😂 But I swear I will write every free minute to post 7 chapter for you as soon as possible. I came up with such an interesting idea there 🤭 Anyway, let me know how you like this part? Did you like everything? You know your opinion is important to me 🥰❤️‍🔥 Thank you all and I bow low for reading what I write, it is very important and valuable to me.

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Chapter 6. The dissonance of sympathy and hatred

Silence fell in the car. You could hear your own heartbeat, which seemed louder than the raindrops that kept pounding on the car roof. Jungkook was confused for a moment, obviously realizing that he really came inside you. Your sex was so hot and good that he couldn't get out of you in time, and you lost all sense of reality when the orgasm hit you. Jungkook gently squeezed your waist, making you remember that you were still sitting on top of him.

"Why, did you just feel it now?" his voice sounded relaxed, a little mocking, but also with a hint of tired satisfaction.

You blinked, trying to comprehend the situation while your body was still trembling from his touch. The heat, the foggy car windows, the heavy breathing that was gradually steadying... All of this created an atmosphere of forbidden pleasure.

"Jungkook..." you panicked, trying to say something, but he didn't let you finish.

He slowly ran his fingers down your back, creating the same goosebumps you felt every time he touched you gently. And then his hands stopped on your bare thighs.

"Don't worry about it. There is emergency contraception you can take." he said with confidence in his voice.

Your heart sped up as he tilted his head and met your gaze. His eyes were sparkling with fire, and you could see the pleasure of what had just happened, but you slowly recovered and finally began to understand clearly. You had just had sex again, and Jungkook had managed to come inside you.

"Why the hell did you come inside me?" you asked angrily, resting your palms on his shoulders to push away from him. You were still sitting on his cock, which for some reason was getting hard inside you again.

Jungkook just grinned defiantly, not allowing you to pull away even a little. His strong arms held your waist tightly, not allowing you to escape from his closeness.

"Oh, come on," he breathed, leaning closer, "You liked it."

You realized that he wanted to kiss you, and you pressed your palms against his body as hard as you could to stop him from doing so.

"Let go of me, I have to go." You struggled. Jungkook straightened up in his chair and literally grabbed you with his arms in his strong embrace. You were forced to bend your arms, and your palms slid down his chest. You felt their strength when he again left no space between you, his lips were close to yours, and you stirred on his hips, trying to free yourself.

"You better not move or I'm going to come inside you again." Jungkook warned seriously. You froze. You felt his cock standing harden inside you. Is he kidding? How he ca get horny again so quickly?

Your legs were stiff from the position, but you couldn't get free because Jungkook wasn't going to let go, and you didn't know how long he was going to keep you like this.

"Let…let me go, Jeon!" you demanded, unconsciously squeezing his thighs with your knees.

"If you're worried about getting pregnant, I'll buy you some pills." Jungkook offered, not a millimeter away from you. You looked at his lips, which beckoned with their softness and fullness.

You blinked in confusion, trying to force yourself to focus on what was important and not on how attractive his lips looked right in front of yours.

"Yes, buy it," you breathed out, forcing yourself to look away. "But first, let me go."

Jungkook seemed to think for a second, as if considering whether he really wanted to do it. And he decided he didn't. He put his arm around your neck, running his fingers through your hair and kissed you, immediately plunging his tongue into your mouth. You raised your eyebrows, but returned the kiss by intertwining your tongues. He wasn't planning a second round, was he? He seems actually in a hurry.

You continued kissing and you couldn't think of anything else but this man who could make you lose all common sense so easily. Jungkook moved his hips and you moaned slightly, not expecting him to do that. You suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach when he made that movement again. Your knees were squeezing his hips with force. The pleasant feeling of being filled with his cock did its job. You were aroused again.

"I really can fuck that sweet pussy again." Jungkook whispered as he pulled away from your lips. He didn't give you a chance to say anything as he immediately kissed you again, just as passionately as before.

You were moving your hips to have your third orgasm today, and the thought of him coming inside you again scared you. You pulled away from his lips, but Jungkook didn't move away. You kept moving, feeling his hardness.

"God forbid, if you come inside me again, I'll kill you," you warned him. Your voice was choked, raspy because you were riding his hips. Jungkook smiled, his eyes full of lust, and his palms were on your bare buttocks, squeezing your flesh.

"I think you're right, this time I’ll need to control yourself." Jungkook said in a low voice with excitement. His voice made you feel even more fire inside.

You were so close to each other. You could feel his pubic bone with your clit. His breath was burning your skin.

His lips found yours again, greedy and demanding, and you leaned one hand on the back of the seat and kept the other on his shoulder.

The space in the car was still suffocating, filled with the sounds of your moaning and bodies to collide.

"Faster..." Jungkook ordered as he pulled away from your lips, and then simply pinched your lower lip between his teeth. You whimpered loudly. You sped up your movements. Sweat ran down your back, it was hot. And you felt tired. You had worked so hard today.

The car swayed with the rhythm of your movements, and the air seemed too thick.

You put your hand on the glass, feeling the condensation and the coldness of it. Your palm slid down, leaving a trail.

You didn't think about anything else, only about this moment, his hands, his hot breath on your skin, and the sweet state you were both rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, Jungkook's phone vibrated. He was cursing, but he didn't ask you to stop. He reached for the phone, and you had to stopped, breathing heavily. He took the phone, pressing his hand against your body.

"Fuck, he couldn't have called a minute later?!" Jungkook said. You couldn't turn your head to see who could have called Jungkook. It must be someone he was in a hurry to see.

The phone vibrated, but suddenly it went silent because Jungkook clicked something on the car's touchscreen. He pressed the green button, answering the call through the car. A voice came through the car.

"Jungkook!" you heard a man's low voice, which sounded angry, though his voice was steady.

Jungkook turned to you, leaned back, and put his finger to his lips, showing you to be quiet. You stared at Jungkook, holding your breath. You sat on his cock, completely still. Your chest rose and fell silently.

"Yes, Dad..." Jungkook said loudly and clearly, so that his breathless tone was not noticeable. Oh my God, did he really decide to talk to the president of the ‘Jeon Group’ right when you were having sex?

"Son, you're keeping me waiting. I thought I told you that our conversation was important!"

"I'm on my way to your place..." Jungkook said, looking into your eyes, which looked like Bambi's frightened eyes.

So that's where he was going, to meet his father.

"I heard that thirty minutes ago. I don't see you in our house." Jungkook's father's voice was similar to his. But it had a softer timbre.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I had an urgent matter that I had to take care of right away." Jungkook smiled, winking at you. He held you tightly, his fingers lightly stroking your skin, and he wasn't going to let go of you, even though he was on the phone.

"I hope this 'urgent matter' is not related to those articles that came out this morning," his father's voice sounded heavy, but he still maintained his restraint.

You felt Jungkook tense slightly beneath you, his hand tightening on your thigh. His gaze burned with defiance, though he spoke to father in an even tone.

"You're right, it has to do with that." he said confidently, as if his father had no power over him.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Jungkook's father was clearly not happy with his son's behavior.

You could hear Jungkook's breathing rapidly, even though he was trying to hide it. His cock was still inside you, hot and throbbing, and with every second the delayed conversation, your patience was diminishing.

"Jungkook, we agreed that you wouldn't cause any problems before we officially announce your engagement to Sukhi," his father finally spoke, more firmly now.

Jungkook laughed. Mockingly.

"I never once said I would agree to this farce."

"A farce?" the man's voice turned cold. "You think you can tarnish the family's reputation just because you want to have fun with the first girl you see?"

You twitched, but Jungkook quickly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"She's not first girl..." His voice was low, warning. "I like her, and I want to be with her, not Sukhi. I told you from the beginning that I wouldn't marry under a contract."

You felt his hips rise a little and barely held back a groan. And you felt butterflies in your stomach. For the third time that evening. But this time it was because of Chunguk's words.

He said those words so sincerely that you would have believed him if you didn't know that your relationship going be fake.

"Come home right away," his father said firmly. "Otherwise, the consequences will be serious."

Jungkook didn't answer right away. He tilted his head back slightly, exhaled heavily, and confidently ran his palms over your buttocks, squeezing them.

"Okay, Dad," he said, gathering his strength, his voice almost silky. You could feel him twitching inside you. "I'll come. But not right away."

After he said that, he pressed the end button, not giving his father a chance to object.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and squeezed hard, pulling you closer.

His lips touched yours, but he didn't kiss you.

"I hate it when I'm interrupted from important things."

Jungkook began to move his hips, forcing your body to give in to him. You also set your own pace, creating the friction that would bring you to your desired orgasm.

"This is crazy..." you suddenly whispered, summarizing everything that had been happening around you since Jungkook had entered your life. He smiled, biting your lower lip again.

"Yes," he agreed. His fingers slid down your stomach before lifting up your white top that you had been wearing the whole time. His palms stopped on your breasts, squeezing them lightly, almost teasingly. His touch burned on your skin, making you arch and seek more contact.

Jungkook continued to move inside you, steady and deep, making your body betray all attempts to stay restrained.

You inhaled sharply and then let the air out with a groan as he made a new, particularly confident movement. Jungkook smiled as he watched your reaction, pleased that he could make you feel this way.

You could feel him getting harder with each stroke, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding you at the right pace. He was enjoying the way you were surrendering to the moment, the way your body was trembling in his hands.

"Gosh..." you moaned softly, closing your eyes against the wave of pleasure that was rolling over you.

Jungkook leaned down to your ear, his hot breath making you melt.

"Do you feel that?" he whispered. "You're so greedy for my cock."

His words, his touch, his rhythm - everything merged into a single whole, pushing you to the edge. Jungkook was also on the verge, his breathing heavier, his movements faster, and his grip even tighter.

"I'm... I'm going to come..." you warned him, so that Jungkook would be ready to come out of you in time.

A few more strokes and your body arched, taking in every wave of orgasm that rolled through you, leaving only a pleasant shudder. Jungkook groaned, his movements became chaotic, you felt his hands grip your buttocks, and then he lifted you up abruptly. His warm cum spilled between you, onto your stomach and pussy, onto his thighs.

When Jungkook stopped spewing his cum, he relaxed on the seat. It was an absolute mess between you two. You were both sweaty, out of breath, tired, and covered in Jungkook's cum.

You were breathing heavily, still sitting on his lap, seeing his heart beating frantically in time with yours.

"Fuck, I'm generous tonight, aren't I kitten?" he asked with a smirk, hinting at the amount of cum that had soiled you. You snorted, unable to contain your emotions at the joke. So he is really generous today. He fucked you three times, and earlier he promised you a position in the main company and pay you to be his fake girlfriend.

"You're a real patron of the arts," you joked back, and Jungkook laughed heartily. You giggled too. You laughed together, but your smile faded when you realized where you were and what had just happened.

"Do you have any napkins or anything? We need to cleanse." You said. You turn your head looking for them.

"Yeah, they're in the glove compartment." Jungkook said, pointing to the one opposite the passenger seat. You wanted to get off Jungkook, but he held your hips with his hands. "You'd better not get off me, or you'll get the car interior dirty."

You looked at him in embarrassment. He was right, but you could hardly feel your legs anymore. They were swollen and sore. You wanted to get off his lap.

"How am I supposed to get the napkins?" you asked, unhappy.

Jungkook glanced at the glove compartment, estimating the distance to it, and then smiled.

"You'll have to reach for it."

His hands were firmly on your buttocks, holding you still. You rolled your eyes, realizing you didn't have many options. Your body was sticky, and there was a lot of Jungkook's cum, and if you got up from him you would stain the floor and the car seats, so you reached to the side.

The glove compartment opened with a slight click, and you quickly grabbed a pack of wet wipes.

"Here," you held it up proudly, happy to have gotten it so easily, but Jungkook didn't pay attention.

His gaze lingered on your breasts, which were now completely exposed with your top still up. His hands slid gently around your waist, and his lips stretched into a sly smile.

"Let me help you cleanse…" his voice was seductive. You felt your body responding to these words, but you quickly regained your composure. You hastily opened the napkins and began to take them out of the package

"I'm not without a hands, I can do it myself..." you started wiping yourself, hoping he would give you some space.

But he just laughed.

"I'll be happy to help with that, it's my fault you're all stained..." his fingers touched your stomach, rubbing the remnants of cum as if it were something normal.

You froze at Jungkook's sudden movement, then pushed him into your chest.

"What the hell are you doing? You're not helping!"

Jungkook grabbed the napkins from your hands and began to wipe you down. You froze again, watching his palms. He threw the napkin away and took another one. You could feel its coolness on your stomach, and then Jungkook moved it down to your crotch, wiping you there as well. You were embarrassed. He looked down at you and smiled, noticing your shyness.

"You're so sexy when you're shy," Jungkook said, changing the napkin. You looked up at your feet. But instead of simply accepting the compliment, you narrowed your eyes and replied, filling your voice with sarcasm.

"Do you ever think about anything other than sex?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows and hummed.

"Of course..." he said mischievously. You looked at his face, lingering on his moles, which you could see so clearly now, even though it was dark in the car. The light from the street lamps faintly penetrated the interior, distorted by raindrops. Shadows danced on his face from the patterns created by the stream of water that poured over the windshield.

"Curious to know about what?" You asked without changing my tone. Jungkook looked like the type who thinks about sex 24/7.

"You want to know what I'm thinking about right now or anything at all?" He asked playfully. He changed the fourth napkin, conscientiously wiping you clean of any traces of his cum. You looked down between your bodies and looked at your stomach, which was damp from the napkins.

"What are you thinking about now?" you asked. You wanted to hear that maybe he was nervous about meeting his father, or that he would share a plan for what you should do next, but he said something else entirely.

"Right now I'm thinking about the fact that I like your tits." he said and you froze. Your top was still up and your breasts were at his eye level.

Jungkook sensed that you were not responding to his words and looked up at you. He gave you a cocky smile.

"What? This has nothing to do with sex. It has to do with you." Jungkook assured you. You rolled your eyes, making him laugh.

"God, you're unbearable, honestly, Jeon."

You finally got off his lap and stood on the floor. Your legs ached and shook. You had been in that position for too long and now you could barely stand. Jungkook held your hand, helping you to the passenger seat. But when you almost sat down, you felt his cum dripping between your legs. It was the same one he had used to come inside you. You froze. Damn, it was so embarrassing.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he put on his boxers and saw your confused expression. You looked at him angrily. He is always creating awkward situations for you. That annoying guy...

"It's nothing special. Just some leftover luxury you left in me from the last time." You said irritably, picking up the napkins and wiping yourself.

Jungkook pulled up his pants with a satisfied smile watching you. You threw the napkin in with the ones he was using to clean you and sat down on the seat, finding your thong and quickly putting it on.

"Fuck, that's so hot." you heard Jungkook's voice say in awe. You glanced sideways at him. "I'm getting a little crazy thinking about you leaking my cum."

His words made you feel hot. This man is a real maniac.

"Jeon, shut your mouth." you snapped. Jungkook chuckled.

The sound of an incoming call rang throughout the car. Because Jungkook's iPhone was connected to the car's display, a name popped up on the Maybach's touchscreen: "Kang Sukhi." You both stared into the screen and then looked at each other at the same time. But each of you felt different emotions. You, for example, felt nervous for some reason. Something unpleasant stirred in your chest.

You looked down to hide your emotions and, making your expression as indifferent as possible, straightened your jacket and put on your hood to leave.

"I'll go." You said, putting your palm on the door lock.

But instead of picking up the phone, Jungkook knocked down the call. He put his hand on your hip, holding you back.

"You're not leaving. We're going to the pharmacy right now to buy you emergency contraception." He said. You looked at him without emitting any emotion and then turned away.

"There's no need to go anywhere. I'll buy them tomorrow morning." You said in a steady voice. In fact, you wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Why wait until morning when I can buy them now?" Jungkook asked you as he started the car. He reached for the dirty napkins under his feet and put them in a used paper bag. He threw them on the floor near the back seats. He wanted to drive away, but Kang Sukhi's name appeared on the dashboard again.

She seemed to need his attention. You tried to act indifferent, but something was tugging at your heartstrings. It was clear that Kang Sukhi was not just an acquaintance. She was someone who was imposed on him, someone his parents saw him with. And whatever his real opinion of her was, she was almost his fiancée.

Did this make you nervous? Why would it?

Jungkook knocked down a call for the second time.

"You should have answered her. In case it was important." you said smiling to hide the strange emotions in your middle. Jungkook looked at you carefully.

"It can't be anything important from her. She's probably calling to pick my brain." he said irritably. Jungkook turned on the windshield wipers to see where he was going. You looked at the road.

"Jungkook, your father is waiting for you. No need to go to the pharmacy. I'll buy them myself. Give me a ride to the entrance so I don't get wet." you asked.

Jungkook looked at you carefully.

"Are you sure? It's not hard for me to do."

You shook your head, confirming what you had said earlier.

"Yes. Go to the meeting." you said.

Jungkook continued to stare at you as if he was trying to read something between the lines, but eventually nodded reluctantly.

"Okay." He turned the car around and drove silently toward your house.

You were in the bathroom when your phone vibrated. Your contact's name appeared on the screen: "Mother." Your stomach twisted unpleasantly - it always did when she called.

She called for one reason only-to demand money. She never asked how you were living or how you were feeling. You had nothing in common except biology. She gave you life, but she was never a real mother. Her attitude towards you was always cold and indifferently distant.

You never knew who your father was. Every time you asked about him as a little girl, she would quarrel, break down in tears and start drinking even more.

Your grandmother raised you. Warm, loving, caring - she was everything you needed. Thanks to her, you did well in school and were able to enter a prestigious university on a scholarship. You worked hard, dreaming of a good job to thank your grandmother for her love and support. And you succeeded: you got a position in one of the most prestigious companies in Busan. But you wanted more, so you found a job in Seoul.

And then... you lost it because of a stupid situation. Now you were a prisoner. Fate must have decided that you didn't have enough drama in your life, so first it gave you Jungkook, and then it gave you the brilliant idea of asking him to play your boyfriend.

Your mother's phone call ruined your mood. It was the last thing you needed right now. Ignoring a few annoying calls, you still sent her 20 thousand won without even calling back. You didn't want to do it, but you knew that otherwise she might go to grandmother's house and demand the money from her. This had happened before, and you found out about it by accident. Grandma hid the truth from you, not wanting you to worry.

To calm yourself down, you called her. As usual, she spoke to you warmly and asked you about your day. Of course, you lied and told her that you were fine and eating well. And then you unobtrusively mentioned your mother, telling that you had sent money so that she wouldn't bother her. From grandma you heard that your mother hadn't come and demanded anything this time, you relaxed a bit.

After the conversation, you sat down on the couch, flipping through social media. But your thoughts kept coming back to Jungkook. To what happened between you today.

The sex in his car.

You tried to put it out of your mind, to convince yourself that it didn't mean anything. That he was just a neighbor who annoyed you. That you should be angry with him, because he got you into a situation that damaged your image. But... the situation has changed.

You agreed to help him get his "freedom" and you set the rules: you can't catch feelings because you have a agreement. You pretend to be his girlfriend so that he doesn't get married under the contract, and in return he gives you a job in the main company.

It's as simple as that.

But with every passing minute, you realized that you were starting to think about him too much.

Yes, you couldn't deny that you liked having sex with him. Jungkook had an undeniable natural attraction, no matter how fucking annoying you thought he was. His charisma worked like a charm.

But it was something else that bothered you the most.

You remembered how after sex, he gently wiped you clean of the remaining sperm. How he wanted to go to get birth control pills, even though his angry father was waiting for him. How after your first night, he took you to the bathroom and helped you wash.

His care scared you.

You made up your mind: "No more sex!"

If you fall in love with Jungkook...

The thought made you cringe.

No. It's not possible. You'll never fall in love with that asshole!

You were about to add a new rule to your list.

To switch gears, you went to the kitchen as usual to drink warm milk before bed. You turned on the microwave, automatically tidy up the coffee maker, put the dishes away, wiped the countertop...

And at that very moment, the doorbell rang.

You froze. Who could come so late? You glanced at the door and the image of only one person who could have come to your house so late appeared in your mind.

A little hesitantly, you went to the door and looked through the peephole. Seeing a familiar face, you bit your lips against your will. Of course it was Jungkook. You opened the door, ignoring the rapid rhythm of your heart.

When you opened them, you met the gaze of obsidian eyes. He was dressed casually, wearing a large black T-shirt that couldn't hide his perfect body. His pumped-up chest was clearly visible even under the oversized T-shirt. His wide sweatpants only emphasized his relaxed confidence.

A slight smile played on Jungkook's face when he saw you in front of him. He did not hide his appraising gaze. Jungkook ran his eyes over your figure.

You were wearing pajamas-lightweight pants and a strapless tank top with... nothing underneath. His eyes rested briefly on your breasts, and he could clearly see your nipples through the fabric.

You were embarrassed, but didn't let on.

"Why did you come?" you asked, a little sharper than you expected. Jungkook looked at your face and smiled wider.

"I could say that I missed you," he said in a playful voice, "but I lie a lot as it is. I’m here for a reason."

You rolled your eyes defiantly, crossing your arms over your chest to hide them from his gaze.

"What reason? Couldn't it wait until the morning?" you asked, irritated. You stared at Jungkook and barely controlled your breathing, which was fast and uneven from your rapid heartbeat. The dirty memories of your sex tonight were like intrusive flies in your head.

"Aren't you going to invite me inside?" his voice sounded low and slightly mocking.

"No," you answered immediately, but he had already taken a step forward. You reflexively took a step back.

"Oh..." he raised one eyebrow. "Why so categorical? I thought you enjoyed my company."

The door closed behind him with a dull thud.

"Jeon, why did you bother coming? Say what you want and get out." You tried to sound angry, but inside you were bubbling with curiosity as to why he showed up at this time.

"Are you angry? Did I not satisfy your physical needs? I thought I did everything at the highest level." He smiled seductively, running his tongue over his lips. You maintained your indifferent expression and raised your eyebrows.

"There's no limit to perfection..." you replied sarcastically. Jungkook laughed heartily, and you held back your laughter, pursing your lips. You had to keep up the good work.

"You're right kitten." he said through his laughter. "But I'm really here for business. Here you go..." He handed you a small bag with the logo of a local pharmacy that he kept behind his back.

You automatically took the bag and looked inside, not realizing what he could bring. When you put your hand inside the bag, you felt a box.

Emergency contraception. He bought you the pills and brought them right to your doorstep. You looked up at him, full of surprise, and he just smiled, calmly and confidently.

"Are you serious?" you asked. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders without waiting for your invitation come into inside and walked further into the apartment without looking back. He sat down on the couch. You remained standing by the door, looking at the medicine in your hands in confusion.

"I thought it would be safer if you took the medicine right away. The sooner the better, I read." he said, throwing his arms over the back of your couch. His voice was relaxed, without any concern for what kind of pills he was talking about.

"Are you worried about becoming a daddy?" you couldn't contain your sarcasm. Jungkook looked at you with a challenge, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not, but do you want to become a mother?" he answered jokingly, but his voice were serious.

"I do, but not with your help." Jungkook snorted. He shook his head, looking like he didn't believe what you said.

Jungkook smiled at you, his dark eyes glittering with defiance.

"Well, you don't have to worry now. I've taken care of you," he winked.

You took a deep breath, trying not to react.

"You didn't have to worry about me, I told you I'd buy them myself," you replied coldly, walking over to the couch and throwing the bag on the table. "And you came so late to bring them...couldn't you wait until morning?" you asked, sitting down in the chair to begin away from him.

"I'm impatient," he admitted. His gaze on you was attentive and interested. "Besides, I wanted to know how you felt after sex."

You grimaced, hoping it would help hide the excitement his words caused. Jungkook was amused to see you trying to hide your embarrassment.

"You act like it was my first time," you grumbled.

Jungkook hummed, dropping one arm into his lap. The other remained on the back of the couch. His confident, relaxed look only irritated you more.

"Definitely not the first, we've fucked twice already." He smiled, tilting his head to the side, gauging your reaction.

You looked down at the medicine bag. How much longer are you going to put up with this jerk today?

You frowned, you didn't need to be reminded and you remembered well how many times you had sex. Jungkook sighed at your indignation. He slowly ran his hand through his hair.

"Okay, kitten, don't be mad," he said gently. "I really wanted to make sure you were okay."

You pressed your lips together, not knowing what to say.

"I'm fine, so don't worry about me. Because you'll get used to it, and then suddenly you'll fall in love. What are you going to do?" You asked, smiling. Even though you were nervous about his jokes and behavior, you couldn't help but fight back.

Jungkook laughed out loud, leaning forward as if your words really amused him. He licked his lips, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked at you with his usual audacity.

"Fall in love?" he repeated, "Kitten, I'm not that sentimental."

"Oh, really?" you said, pretending to be surprised. "Because it looks like you just can't seem to leave me alone. You made the 'no feelings' rule, didn't you? Or is it hard for you to follow rules, even the ones you made?"

Jungkook hummed as he got up from the couch and slowly walked over to you. His movements were smooth and relaxed, but his eyes were focused. He stopped right in front of you, leaning down slightly to be level with your face.

"I can't," he admitted, smiling. "You've noticed that, haven't you? That I always do things my way."

You sighed, forcing yourself not to look away. He was deliberately playing with you, challenging you, and you knew you couldn't show weakness.

"I noticed. So to make sure that things don't go your way, I'd like to add one rule. And it will be mandatory, otherwise I won't keep my end of the bargain."

Now he was a little confused. You were pleased with his reaction.

"What rule?" Jungkook asked in a serious tone.

"No sex." you said firmly. Jungkook froze, and then laughed, straightening up. He looked down at you from above his height and chuckled again. He walked back to the couch and leaned back.

"Are you trying to convince yourself that this is a bad idea again?" he asked with a smile, but his tone was irritated. You wanted to protest, but he didn't let you speak, interrupting you. "We have such damn good sex. Why do you keep trying to deny it?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

"This is actually a bad idea, Jeon. You and I both know that. One of us is definitely going to break the rules if we continue to have sex." you replied firmly. "I don't want to complicate things. Let's just keep it a business transaction."

"Did you just admit that you might be in love with me?"

You blinked several times in surprise, confused by his question. And when you realized his meaning, you pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose. Why does he piss you off so much?

"No, Mr. Narcissist, I meant you." you said colorlessly.

Jungkook smiled out of the corner of his mouth, lounging relaxed on the couch.

"Kitten, to be honest, I think you like what we have more than you're willing to admit," his voice was low and calm, but there was something dangerous about it.

"You're wrong. If I liked it, I'd keep was fucking by you, not ask to stop." you countered, meeting his gaze.

Jungkook's face instantly became serious and he could no longer contain his irritation, but a challenge flashed in his eyes. He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and you ignored the gesture as best you could. A second of silence between you. Intense glances that could physically emit lightning. And you continued.

"So for our deal to work out well, you have to take new point into this account." you stood your ground.

Jungkook raised one eyebrow.

"But you must have forgotten that there's a 'no partners' clause." Jungkook said and you tensed up, realizing where he was going with this. "Have pity on me Y/N. How am I supposed to live without sex for how many months? I have to be 'faithful' to you and not have other women. Why don't we um..." he put a finger to his lip as if remembering something, "help ourselves satisfy our physical needs until we finalize our deal?" Jungkook suggested.

You were boiling with anger.

"Are you going to remind me of those words for the rest of my life?" you fumed. "I want everything to be simple between us."

"And what could be simpler than sex?"

You exhaled nervously. He was just hopeless.

"Do you know how to listen, or just talk?"

Jungkook smiled, leaning in your direction.

"I can do a lot of different things." His voice was softer, almost velvety.

You swallowed, but held your ground.

"Then listen carefully: nothing else will happen between us."

He was quiet for a second, assessing your words. Jungkook's eyes darted between yours, and then he stood up abruptly.

"Okay," he nodded, "Whatever you say. Let's see how long you can hold out."

You clenched your fists as he headed for the exit.

"I'll last a long time. And don't even think about provoking me, Jeon. Otherwise, I won’t abide by the agreement." you said firmly, getting up from your armchair.

Jungkook stopped at the door and then turned to you, hiding his hands in his pockets.

"If you refuse the deal, you will be left with nothing. I won't lift a finger to give you your job back, let alone give you a job at the parent company." Jungkook's voice sounded confident, leaving you with no choice again. Everything inside you was torn. He's blackmailing you again. He clearly wants everything to be his way and no other.

You went to him and stopped a step away from his figure. You were shaking with anger. You raised your finger and poked him right in the face.

"It's your fucking fault that I'm out of work! And you have to give it back to me. How dare you blackmail me?"

Jungkook looked at your angry face and couldn't help but think that he had already lost. He was really blackmailing you because... because he wants that you to do things his way. He wants you to be his. Pretend to be his girlfriend, have sex with him, and be obedient, and he will do what he promised you. But you resist. You've been resisting since you met him. And the more you resist, the more he wants to have you.

He grabbed your hand and pushed you against the wall, dangerously close to your lips. He instantly felt aroused. Jungkook looked at you as if he was ready to eat you right then and there. His fingers squeezed your wrist, and his body pressed against yours. A wave of warmth and self-confidence emanated from him that took your breath away.

"You keep blaming me, but you created this problem. So if I'm obligated to do something, you're also obligated to honor the agreement. This isn't blackmail."

You tensed up, trying to push him away, but he only tightened his grip on your wrist, not allowing you to pull away.

"I'm ready to do it, but only if you don't touch me again!" you said angrily. The fact that he was so close to you instantly inflamed you, but you absolutely did not want to accept it. Your physical attraction to him would not end well. And knowing yourself, if you continue to have sex with Jungkook, you will lose yourself. And that can't happen. No way.

His gaze slowly descended to your lips. You tried to carry yourself with dignity.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked tensely.

"I really want this," you answered coldly, but you felt your body betraying you in a sneaky way - your heart was beating too fast, your breathing was ragged. Jungkook leaned even closer, so that there was almost no space between you.

His lips didn't even give you a second to realize what was happening.

His mouth captured yours in a kiss that was hard, passionate, possessive. It wasn't the kind of gentle kiss that makes your heart flutter. No, it was a challenge. A challenge that he was throwing at you, and you could either accept it or lose.

You tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. And all you could do was cling to his shirt with your fingers, keeping your balance.

When Jungkook finally pulled away from you, his breathing was labored and his eyes were even darker. He let go of you too abruptly.

"Okay. No sex." he said. You looked at him angrily. You couldn't understand what had just happened. Why did this asshole just kiss you? "We'll see what happens. I think you'll be the first, who’s to break that’s t rule."

Jungkook put the handle on your door and pushed it open.

"Don't even dream about it! I'm definitely not breaking it!" you threw at him. He looked back when he was outside your apartment.

"Take the pill so you don't get pregnant." He reminded you and walked decisively into his apartment. You closed the door with a loud bang. You were shaking with anger and exhaled heavily.

Damn Jungkook. As usual, he makes every situation difficult.

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And They Were Neighbors Pt. 5

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, angst, nosey coworkers, mention of injury

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“Did they say which hospital they were taking her to?” Robby asked. He was currently grabbing Delilah’s purse for her and making sure he had his own wallet and keys.

“They said it was Pittsburgh Trauma Center,” Delilah paused for just a moment. “You don’t have to come with me Robby, I know you’ve had a really long day.” Robby just stared at her for a moment before shaking his head.

“Baby i’m going with you, you’re in no state to drive. Plus this way we can still spend time together and I can meet your grandmother and make sure they do what they’re supposed to.” He said softly. He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. Delilah gripped his shirt tightly and took a deep breath. She had tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Thank you,” She murmured. He smiled again and pulled her into a hug trying to help her remain calm. Kissing the top of her head he pulled back and smirked a little.

“I do recommend putting on some actual pants though. Frankly those shorts should be outlawed.” She laughed and pulled away heading toward her bedroom. Feeling brave she left the door open as she quickly changed out of her shorts and into a pair of leggings. From the living room she could hear Robby groan slightly since he no doubt got a good look at her changing. Once she saw for herself that her grandmother was fine Delilah was going to jump this man, come hell or high water. Stuffing her feet into her favorite pair of crocs she headed back over to where Robby stood and held out her hand.

“Let's get this show on the road. Hopefully we can get back and get freaky before midnight.”

Walking into the emergency department thirty minutes later Delilah was surprised when Robby didn’t let go of her hand. He spoke to the nurse at the desk who gave him a knowing look and buzzed them back.

“She’s in South 13,” She said. Delilah thanked her and let Robby lead the way. She was so consumed with worry for her grandma she didn’t notice the double takes from the nurses. She also didn’t notice when one of the residents called out for him and he waved the guy off. Finally nearing South 13, she let out a breath when she saw her grandmother talking the nurses ear off as they gave her medicine.

“What did you do this time grandma?” Delilah asked as her and Robby entered the room. Grandma Rose turned her head and beamed when she saw who had come in.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Granddaughter!” she exclaimed happily. Rolling her eyes Delilah let go of Robby’s hand to gently hug the older woman.

“I’m your only granddaughter,” she snarked back. Grandma Rose was one of her favorite people. With a no nonsense attitude she had run their family for decades. When her parents had died Rose took her in and helped her the best she could. She also kept the other family members in line, especially when they attempted to get information about her parents life insurance policy after their deaths. Her gray hair was styled immaculately in rings of curls held back from her face, Delilah could also see that she wore her normal minimal amount of makeup and could smell her signature perfume.

“Which makes you my favorite,” Rose replied with a chuckle. She eyed Robby as he stood in the doorway. “And who is this?” Robby stepped forward and offered her his hand.

“I’m Michael Robinavitch, but everyone calls me Robby ma’am.” He said with a smile. Rose studied him for a beat longer before a smile stretched across her face.

“Robby huh? Is this the neighbor you were telling me about?” She asked Delilah. A flush worked its way up her face as Delilah saw where she was going with this.

“This is, we were having dinner when the nursing home called me. What happened anyway?” Delilah expertly shifted the conversation back to her grandmother. She could hear Robby chuckle as he made his way next to her, placing a hand on her lower back.

“Oh I tripped over that damned carpet they have in those rooms and I just fell right on my ass. They already ordered X-rays to make sure nothings broken,” She rolled her eyes as if the whole thing was completely unnecessary. Shaking her head Delilah smiled at Rose.

“Grandma it’s better safe than sorry you know this, especially at your age.” Rose shot her granddaughter a glare that could melt ice.

“I still think it's unnecessary to take up these people’s time and energy,” Rose started but was cut off by McKay walking into the room.

“Hello Mrs.Montgomery I was just coming by to check in on you,” Mckay did a double take when she saw Robby standing next to Delilah. “Dr.Robby what are you doing here? I thought you left an hour ago.” Blinking Delilah turned her head up to look at him.

“You didn’t tell me you were a doctor.” She said softly. He smiled ruefully and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I'm an attending here.” He admitted softly. That explained a lot, Delilah thought. She went to speak but her grandmother cut her off.

“That makes me feel even better having you here dear,” Rose smiled at him and then turned her attention back to Dr.McKay. “Honestly Doctor, I don't need to be here, I'm sure there are far more sick people who need a bed than me.” McKay simply smiled and gave a soft shake of her head.

“I’m sure you are ok ma’am but we just want to make absolutely sure of that. From what EMS said you had quite the fall and everyone just wants to make sure you’re going to be ok.” She said it with such sincerity that it took the winds out of Rose’s sails. She had clearly planned to argue but had given up seeing that McKay wasn’t a pushover.

“Oh alright,” she said before turning to face Robby. “Would you be able to get me a bottle of water hun?” She asked sweetly. Delilah narrowed her eyes, recognizing the tone she had heard often growing up. Robby nodded and assured her it’d be no problem. He gave Delilah’s hand a squeeze before him and McKay walked out of the room together. Once they were gone she leveled Delilah with a look that usually meant ‘you’re going to tell me everything’.

“What tests have you ordered for Mrs.Montgomery?” Robby asked McKay as they walked toward one of the vending machines.

“We’ve ordered a head CT and Xray of her leg since there was some pain when she was admitted.” McKay rattled off before taking a look at Robby. She went to say something but was abruptly cut off.

“Good. If you can keep the traffic in the room low while we’re here I'd appreciate it.” He said. Getting two waters from the vending machine he saw McKay was still staring. “Spit it out McKay,” he sighed.

“It's just I didn't know you had a girlfriend.” She said, trying to gauge his reaction. He sighed again shaking his head.

“Not that it's your business but she’s not my girlfriend.” he said, already making his way back to the room. McKay kept pace with him, clearly not ready to let it go.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to imply anything, it’s just the way you were standing with her. Plus Toya said she saw you walk in holding hands with her-” McKay was starting to ramble and Robby felt his patience wearing thin. Stopping, he turned to look her in the eyes.

“You are fine, trust me I know how it looks. Now I am going to take these back to them. I suggest you see when radiology is going to come and collect Mrs. Montgomery.” With that he turned and resumed heading back to the room.

“He’s a friend Grandma,” Delilah said. She tried to not squirm when her grandmother continued to stare her down clearly not believing her.

“Oh yes he’s just a friend,” Rose said, nodding her head. “He’s just a friend who you walked in holding hands with, who also kept a hand on you the entire time he was here.”

“Grandma-” Delilah started before she was cut off.

“Is he the one who left that hickey on your neck?” Rose asked. Delilah felt her entire face burn when she realized she hadn’t covered it well enough.

“We may have been a tad occupied when the nursing home called.” Delilah begrudgingly admitted. Rose shook her head and let out a sigh. She reached over and took her hand gently.

“My girl you deserve to be happy,” Rose started. “If he makes you happy then I suggest you hold on to him with both hands.” Delilah squeezed her grandma’s hand as she gathered her thoughts.

“We just met yesterday. But it’s weird, it feels as if I've known him my whole life. I’ve never clicked with someone like that,” She admitted quietly. “And after what happened with Spencer…”

“You’re afraid to trust your own judgment. Baby that's normal, you got burned and you don’t want it to happen again,” Rose waited for her to look at her before continuing. “Don’t let one asshole stop you from finding happiness. Even if you two don’t develop anything deeper, would it hurt to try?”

Delilah knew deep down she was right. She shouldn’t let her past impact her decisions now, especially when it comes to relationships of any kind.

“Ok grandma, I’ll do my best to see where things go.” Delilah said softly. Rose smiled and patted her granddaughter's cheek.

“That’s my girl,” She said before turning her attention to the door. “Ah, Robby there you are! Thank you for getting me that water.” Rose said gratefully.

“It was no problem Mrs.Montgomery.” He said smiling. He handed her and Delilah the waters before retaking his spot next to Delilah.

“You can call me Rose dear,” she said while taking a drink of water. “Why don’t you two head home for the night? It’s already 8:30pm, you need your rest.” Delilah frowned instinctively not wanting to leave her grandmother alone.

“You sure Grandma? I can stay until they run your tests.” She offered. Rose smiled and patted her hand.

“Thank you dear but i’ll be ok. I’ve got my kindle and phone. If I get lonely i’ll give your uncle a call and have him come sit with me.” Her tone left no room for arguing. So with that Delilah and Robby left the room after saying goodbye. Walking toward the hospitals exit he kept his fingers laced with hers, waving hello to the people he recognized. Once in the car Delilah turned to face him.

“Thank you again for coming down here with me Robby,” she said softly. “I know this was probably the last place you wanted to be.” Robby maneuvered the car out of the parking garage and reached over to squeeze her thigh.

“How many times do I have to tell you it is no hardship for me to come down here with you,” he admonished softly. Delilah fidgeted with her hands, replaying what her grandma had said over in her mind.

“I’m afraid that you’ll probably have to tell me a few times for it to stick,” she chuckled. They sat in comfortable silence the rest of the drive to the apartment. Making their way upstairs Delilah felt her stomach twisting from nerves. She wanted to invite him back over but she also knew he had to be exhausted and would want to sleep. She kept up her internal battle until they were standing in front of her door.

She turned to face him and was unprepared for him to all of a sudden crowd her against the door, kissing her soundly. She let her eyes fall shut, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he broke the kiss to press his forehead to hers she whined a bit. With a soft chuckle he kissed her nose before pulling back completely.

“Lets get you inside baby,” he murmured. Her stomach flipped hearing him call her baby. Nodding she turned and opened the door with her key. Nervously she turned and stared at him as he shut the door behind him. Watching as he leaned his back against it she made a split second decision. Before her nerves won out, Delilah hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and tried to give him her most angelic smile.

“Would you like to blow my back out before spending the night with me?” she asked, smiling up at him. His eyes darkened and he reached out to grip her hips.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

#dr robby x reader #michael robinavitch #michael robinavitch x reader #dr robby #the pitt fanfiction

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aria-but-horny · 2 days ago

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Aria's Ask Game

ok ok, inspired by that ask game, I was talking with n@ and wanted to make my own full of important questions.

What color are your eyes?

Do you like being asked questions?

What’s your lucky number?

When's your birthday?

Do you have any pets?

Do you enjoy what you do with your time?

What's your favorite way to spend a weekend?

Do you like traveling?

Do you struggle with anxiety?

How important is your family to you?

What's your mother's maiden name?

What's the most important lesson that you've learned over the years?

What do you think the purpose of your life is?

What do you wish you had more time to do?

What was the name of the street you grew up on?

How loudly can you scream?

How do you like to stay updated on current events?

Do you have any siblings?

How many people would go looking for you if you suddenly disappeared?

What kind of music do you enjoy?

How fast can you run?

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?

What are you allergic to?

What kinds of food do you like?

What kinds of food remind you of home?

Do you ever cook for yourself?

What food and ingredients do you think a kitchen should be stocked with?

What's your social security number?

What do you do to try to stay active?

Do you enjoy spending time outdoors?

What's your phone's password?

What was your least favorite food as a kid?

How tall are you?

Do you have a favorite sport?

Does white noise help you sleep?

What color is your shirt?

Do you think you could fall in love with your secret admirer?

What's a skill you're proud of?

What position do you sleep in?

Do you sleep near any windows?

Do you keep a spare key outside your door? If so, where do you leave it?

Are you a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper?

When you wake up in the middle of the night, how long does it take you to fall back to sleep?

What’s the best joke you’ve ever heard?

What’s the last thing that made you cry?

What are your top five movies that you can watch over and over?

Is there a hobby you’ve always wanted to try?

How well do you handle boredom?

How's your pain tolerance?

Can you do your own laundry?

Are you into bondage?

Have you ever fantasized about being with a secret admirer?

Are you a good liar?

Have you ever been handcuffed before?

Did you grow up in a large house?

What's a topic you always love to talk about?

What part of your body is most sensitive to pain?

What's your phone's operating system?

Do you have any allergies or medical conditions that might cause complications with long term sedation?

How loudly can you scream?

How long would it take for your spirit to break if you were locked in a room with no hope of getting out?

What’s your funniest relationship dealbreaker?

Do you ever think about your beliefs and how they’ve changed over time?

Does your phone have GPS tracking enabled?

How hard is it to get you to consent?

What’s your favorite holiday?

What's your favorite type of pain to receive?

What’s your favorite midnight snack?

Would you rather your secret admirer dressed up or dressed down for when you meet her?

What’s your latest guilty pleasure?

Do you have an oral fixation?

Coffee or tea?

Are you trained in self-defense?

What’s your biggest fear?

Do you have any tips for time management?

What are some difficult lessons you’ve learned from past relationships?

Do you think your face would look good on a missing poster?

If you could live in any movie, which one would it be?

What’s your idea of a perfect vacation?

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

How much pain could you take before you stopped resisting?

What was your first job?

What makes you feel better when you're stressed?

How do you feel about making life-changing decisions on a whim?

What’s one thing you’re deeply passionate about?

What would you choose if you had to choose one meal to eat for the rest of your life?

Do you like meeting new people?

Is there anything you’re afraid you won’t accomplish?

What’s number one on your bucket list?

Does high humidity mess with your skin or hair?

What's the longest amount of time you've spent alone?

Do you believe that negative reinforcement works?

Do you find basements or attics cozier to spend time in?

What's the longest you've gone without eating?

Do you love me?

How much do you love me?

Do you think that love requires sacrifice?

If I kidnapped you and kept you in my basement would you still love me?

Does your therapist do telehealth?

#also inspired by how many common social questions sound really creepy if you ask them the right way

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altacctforastarion · 1 day ago

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Hi I was wondering if I could request just some soft hcs of astarion and tav like waking tav up with burnt breakfast or tav surprising astarion with some fresh blood they got from god knows where. Basically just some sfw of them post elderbrain

Hey! Thanks for requesting, this one was so fun!

Warnings: spoilers, he sucks at cooking and watches you sleep lmao. Sfw, 18+ and mdni still because my page, works, and myself are for adults only.

Tag list: @astari0nsju1ceb0x @obsessionprofessional @lotus-ignis

- I think it starts before the elderbrain tbh. Like you wake up and he’s just laying there watching you, a dagger in his hand like he’s been waiting so he can protect you, but he just greets with a smile and a soft, “good morning, love. How did you sleep?”

- maybe he gets your breakfast on a plate before you’re even out of the tent. Maybe he sets out clothes for you, helps you put on any armor you may have. He keeps your weapons sharp for you.

- But then the world doesn’t end, and the two of you live together and you wake up to the smell of food burning, sitting up quickly and rushing to the kitchen, only to see it in disarray and a huffy Astarion standing right in the middle, angrily whispering at the charred food in front of him, blaming it for his failures.

- “Well, you would have had a nice breakfast, but it decided to burn.” He says, hissing out the word “it” and you’re sure the misshapen, burnt pancakes are quaking from his rage, “So maybe you cook something?”

- he keeps trying to cook. Eventually you convince him to just get ingredients ready and set out for you and you cook instead. Sometimes he gets in a mood and demands to help, and you have to give him constant instructions, watching his every move and even then it still goes wrong. Two hundred years of never having to touch normal food, only eating it to pretend to be alive and not a vampire, have left him with barely any recollection of how to cook.

- Other times, you wake up and he’s watching you again, sometimes playing with your hair, sometimes close enough that when you wake all you can see are his eyes and you nearly fly out of your skin.

- Sometimes you wake up and he’s no where to be seen, you don’t hear him in the kitchen, and you’ll eventually find him doing some chore you hate or have been putting off.

- I put this in multiple other works of mine, but honestly I take him saying “don’t be so nice to me, it makes me want to be nice back.” As a real thing that he means, in an acts of service kind of way. I think even when he gets comfortable sharing his feelings and caring for you and acknowledging that he’s changed, it’s easier to do a nice thing for you without saying anything. You’re a great partner, his favorite person, and no matter what you say or what you do, he will feel like he needs to do something to show his appreciation. I think early on it’s so he doesn’t feel like he owes you something, terrified of letting you be kind and being in your debt, but later it’s just a way he shows he cares. So depending on how the day before goes, he might feel this urge to do something for you in the morning, beyond just wanting to.

- that being said, I think if he’s doing a “dirty” chore, it’s because you did something that meant a lot to him. One night he talks about how the things that happened are effecting him now, long after it’s all said and done, and you’re so kind and understanding and gentle. So the next morning you wake up and he’s washed all of the dishes, the house is spotless, and he’s urging you to go fill a basin with water so he can wash all of your (specifically your) clothes.

- if you have a favorite mug it’s always clean and he never says a word about it.

- he mends your clothes. Sometimes you wake up and there he is, stitching up your clothes and sometimes embroidering them. It’s always a surprise, you don’t always see him work but if he’s embroidering he won’t let you look at it, it’s to find on your own.

- I think he does a lot during the night, he doesn’t really need sleep and if the two of you don’t go to sleep in each others arms he wanders.

- If you don’t like to talk to others he will do it for you, and if someone is even kind of rude to you he will flip out on them

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- You surprise him with blood occasionally. Sometimes yours if you don’t have time to let him feed from you, sometimes someone else’s. You are a person who saved the world, who fought for their life constantly, after all, and those skills don’t go away because there’s less danger. Some days you find a criminal and think “ooh, a snack for Astarion”, and then kill the guy and fill up whatever you can to take to him.

- You start keeping vials and jars on your person for such occasions, just in case you find a not so willing donor that will feed your partner.

- It surprises him the first few times, waking up to you speaking softly, saying good morning and saying you got him breakfast. He looks at you, confused, about to remind you that he doesn’t eat food when he sees/smells a jar of blood in your hand. “…Darling? Whose blood is that?”

- He sips on his blood while you explain that you saw a man trying to steal purses and lured him into an alley to kill him before buying some jars and draining him. There’s more blood downstairs if he’s still hungry. It makes him very happy, but he does look at you strange for a moment because wtf do you do when he’s not there to stop you?!

- You handle the washing around the house usually, because he hates it. If you’re not in the Underdark and you have a yard, you are responsible for yard care lol, he is not doing it.

- You pick up random shit from stores for him, sometimes stealing just so he can tell you how proud he is (he is always very proud). Sometimes a new dagger, sometimes a fun trinket, occasionally jewelry

- I think if you got him a stuffed animal he would pretend to hate it but that thing would stay in your shared bed constantly. Maybe you come home and he’s asleep cuddled up with it.

- You let him handle the decorating for the most part, just because it makes him genuinely happy to design the house, and he asks for your input constantly anyways.

- You search for a way for him to go into the sun, but on the mean time he starts using umbrellas and such to go out with you, and you find him various pretty ones. You also get him a cloak, and he looks amazing in it, matching it to his outfits, putting on a borderline fashion show for you.

- I think astarion is materialistic bc he didn’t have a lot, so he hoards things for both of you and is DELIGHTED with every gift you give him, adding it to the hoard happily and giving you many kisses.

#bg3 astarion #spawn astarion #astarion x reader #astarion headcanon #astarion fluff #soft astarion #astarion fanfic

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dangermousie · 1 day ago

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I'm watching Sadistic Love, my first mini, and having SUCH a great time! What other minis do you recommend for enjoyers of the torrid and unhinged?

Welcome to the wonderful world of minis!!! Here are some recs!

THESE ARE ACTUALLY QUALITY

These may be minis, but between the cinematography and themes, they are as good or better than a "proper" drama:

Ancient Love Song - a haunting time travel romance with no destined easy out, this is about a modern scholar who travels back in time and interacts with an empress loathed by history. But their timelines flow in reverse...

Butterflied Lover - a period constable, his vampire wife, and one of the most gorgeous dramas out there.

A Familiar Stranger - Cheng Lei before he hit is big in "proper" dramas, the director of Blossom and fourth sister (aka best sister) in Perfect Match. The OTT premise is a face swap, but after that it's an awesome period romance between a general and a woman who he rescued a long time ago. It's torrid torrid torrid btw.

Fortune Writer - even the picky Douban viewers rated this one 7+. This is a story of villains in love but even more interestingly, a knowing fight against the narrative.

Hard to Find - fantasy and tragedy and doomed love; the story is like a darker old school cdrama but it's the gorgeous cinematography that places it in this portion of the list.

Love in a Dream - it’s a mini that has the most gorgeous cinematography I’ve seen in 2024 except for Fangs of Fortune and Eternal Brotherhood. I loved the vibes and the story and its feeling of tragic love and lost time.

TRASHY FUNNNNNN

Always My General - lady general, revenge, a very bi ML and just great fun!

Beauty Strategy - a mini of what a few years ago would have been a proper angsty drama of palace scheming enemies while lovers, powerless emperor etc etc. Honestly, I loved it.

Bound By Sin - subbiest Republican era ML ever.

Broken the Heart - super duper bonkers, with an evil royal tormenting the pure wife but for REASONS.

Circle of Love - this drama is a nonsense trash heap on fire. After a typhoon hit it. Republican era revenge romance and a ML who's insane.

Enslaved by Love - the ML is toxic enough to be banned by the Geneva convention but FL does get some of her own back and also if you ever wanted to see blindness-curing sex, boy do I have a drama for you!

Is Xianzun Whitewashed Today - this is 100% BL and a SVSSS rip off. Thanks for snoring, censors.

The Killer Is Also Romantic - mild mannered citizens by day, assassins/agents by night. This is a period Mr and Mrs Smith

Lovesickness - a good time about a woman traveling back in time and falling for a powerful but doomed duke.

Maid's Revenge - the ML of Sadistic Love and even more unhinged and slutty than in that one.

My Villain Husband - my first mini! FL wakes up in a novel! As the villain's despised wife. What shall she dooooooooo

Palace Shadows: Between Two Princes - ML pretends to be his own twin, bdsm and sluttiness ensues. I cannot even explain how wild this drama is but the acting is on point and way way fun!

The Prisoner of Love - more like the prisoner of bdsm.

Provoke - in love with one's stepmother? Indeed. But there is also a surprisingly solid plot under the bonkers.

Rise from the Ashes - a wacky as hell mini where reborn FL wreaks revenge with help of her fake uncle as they carry on as some sort of Borgia/Phillip II of Spain fame hybrid. If you don’t need to use your brain, you could have a worse time.

Rising Feather - a woman leading on son in law general (lover) and father in law minister (husband) for revenge and delicious trashiness.

Secrets of the Shadow Sect - head of sect lady and her very very subby bodyguard. What’s not to love?

Stolen Love - general, his first love, a LOT of make outs.

Your Trap/Imprisoned Love - the plot of this mini made no sense but the softcore vibes of sanitized 1990s cinemax were on point!

#cdrama #asks #mini dramas

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ggukkiedae · 2 days ago

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delicate.

PART 1

when a rumor about you starts to spread about a previous relationship that kept you from falling for people again out of fear, virtually ruining your career, you fly to new york to escape for a bit. there, you run into a previous co-star who does what he can to take your mind off things and treats you as you and not as the actress with the biggest scandal of the year. god, was he making you feel things, but could you risk falling again?

pairing : choi beomgyu x reader

word count : 9.7K

genre : actor!beomgyu x actress!reader, fem!reader, angst, slice of life, fluff, scared of feelings, miscommunications, kinda slow burn

warning/s : cursing, previous toxic relationship, media manipulation, hate

PART 2 COMING SOON

South Korea’s Angel Y/F/N and Nation’s Boyfriend Choi Beomgyu revealed to be starring in Everlasting Shine together.

A smile made its way to your face as soon as you saw the headline. It was finally out to the public, and you wouldn't have to keep pretending you knew nothing about it. This also meant filming would finally start. Well, script readings first, then promotional shoots before actual filming.

The whole process for Everlasting Shine was strange to you, since the producers had asked you to keep everything secret and to train in close combat for a while. However, since it was a post-apocalyptic series where you’d be fighting your cast, you just went along with it and got training you thought would suit your character.

Now that the news was out, things were getting real. You would finally be able to meet your castmates and start with filming. That was one of the things you were looking forward to especially after seeing the cast list. Everlasting Shine had a cast that was well-known to the public, especially your co-star.

Choi Beomgyu. Also known as the Nation’s Boyfriend and a beloved singer-songwriter, he was starring alongside you as the “good guy” of the drama. He had a sudden rise to fame just a year and a half ago, just after he had played a minor character in a drama you were in. You were interested to see how much he had grown in the workplace. Obviously, from what you’ve seen in his projects, he had become a great actor, but you wanted to see how his work ethic grew to be like.

“What’s got you smiling?” Your manager raised an eyebrow at your excitement. You turned your phone towards Soobin with a grin, making him nod in realization. “Ah, yes. Exactly what my meeting just now was about.”

Soobin had always been the best manager you could have ever had. You both started out quite young in your jobs, which made the company assign him as your manager, but he had grown to be the most competent yet compassionate one there is. He was the best manager in the way Soobin always found you the best opportunities that he knew you’d enjoy while still making sure you didn’t get too worn out. He became your big brother in the way where he’d nag you, bicker with you, watch over you, and listen to you no matter how ridiculous the request as long as it was for your own good. Thank god for that since you didn’t want to attend meetings where they’d just discuss things that don’t need your opinion or input anyway.

You jumped, “Really? What’s up next? Do I still have to train? When’s the first script reading? When next month does filming start?”

The look on Soobin’s face made you want to back away. Not only was he presenting you with an apologetic smile, but it wasn’t the smile where he didn’t know the answer. It was the smile he had when he needed to break bad news.

“Oh no,” you backed away, “I know that look.”

In that moment, Taehyun walked into the room. Taehyun, your best friend and your bodyguard. He was with you throughout your entire career, and even before that. He was like your voice of reason who kept you out of trouble or from getting hurt by your own rash decisions. You trusted him with your life, and he always had your back. Which was why you’d hide behind his back every now and then. Now was one of those times.

“Tyun,” you hid behind him, “manager dearest is about to drop bad news, I can feel it.”

Taehyun shook his head in false exasperation. “Really? Right when I’ve finished parking?”

“Oh, relax,” Soobin began. “Y/n, and you by extension, Taehyun, will be lying low for the next few days.”

“Why?”

“Well,” Soobin began, “some rookie actor has been saying some negative things about you, so we’re going to let that die down first. South Koreans will believe their angel more than some rookie.”

You frowned. How could someone who didn’t know you say bad things about you? But you nodded and looked to Taehyun. “Looks like apartment hangouts will fill our schedule while they deal with… Who was this?”

“Lee Junsu.”

The name made you freeze. It was a name you knew all too well, and one you never thought you’d have to hear again. You exchanged looks with Taehyun. It had been five years since then… It couldn’t be the same person, could it? But who else would try to bring you down?

“You don’t think?” Taehyun looked at her in worry.

You shook your head. “It could just be the same name.”

“But no one else would have reason to go against you.”

“It’s been five years, I don’t think he’d still try.”

“Y/n, he was practically insane.”

“I’m sorry,” Soobin interrupted your mini spiel with Taehyun, “what am I missing here?”

Right. You’ve never told Soobin about your only previous relationship, mostly because it was a time you didn’t like to remember. It damaged the way you thought of yourself and your trust in others so much that you couldn’t even dream of trying to be involved with someone romantically ever again. Even making new friends after that relationship was hard. It took you two years to become close to Soobin, for God’s sake.

“Later,” Taehyun shook his head, “first, tell me. What’s this Lee Junsu trying to say?”

“Oh, um,” the eldest looked at his tablet, “that Y/n isn’t who we think she is. That she’s manipulative and that he’s uncomfortable with her because of some experiences in high school. Not much detail after that. Here’s a picture of him.”

The photo on the tablet he turned towards you sent shivers down your spine. The seemingly warm smile raised the hair on your arms as you remembered how cold the words spilling from it could be. You remembered how tight his grip could get, and how broken he could have your mind within a few minutes.

Taehyun, recognizing the face as well, glared and shut the tablet off. He brought you to sit on a nearby chair and tried to get you to calm down.

“I’m okay, just annoyed,” you looked at Taehyun, but he looked at her disbelievingly, “Fine, I’m kinda scared. But it’s him. Taehyun, I can’t deal with him again. I didn’t think I’d have to—”

Your breath was getting short, thinking back on the times he’d try to keep you from breaking up with him.

“Breathe,” Taehyun looked you in the eye and paced his breathing for you to follow. “Follow my breathing. He won’t get close to you, alright?”

“Hey,” Soobin’s voice was followed by his hurried footsteps before kneeling next to Taehyun in front of you, “are you alright? Stupid question, you’re not. What’s going on? What am I missing?”

Taehyun simply looked up at you as if asking for permission. You let out a long breath before nodding at him. It was about time her manager found out about him. Your best friend nodded then proceeded to help you up.

“Let’s get you back home, then we can tell Soobin, alright?”

You nodded and were about to thank him when a familiar voice rang through the hallway.

“Alright, Y/n, time to get you in our magic chair so you can look alive in your meetings— wait. Who do I have to fight?”

A small smile made its way up to your face as your stylist made his presence known. Yeonjun had only joined your team just a year and a half ago, but he was able to join your close circle, which used to consist of just Taehyun and Soobin, in a small amount of time (Soobin and Taehyun liking him a lot was a big help in speeding up the process). He always made it a point to listen to your ideas, try new things, and still keep you looking good while keeping your personality. It wasn’t even two hours into his first day when he started going off about your previous stylist’s bland attempts of keeping your angel image.

Just like Soobin, Yeonjun had become like a big brother to you. He didn’t just care about his job, he took care of you.

Which was why he was currently frowning, demanding Taehyun and Soobin for answers. The stylist’s mouth was moving in a way where you knew he was rapid-fire asking questions or ranting, and you could hear his voice, but the words were just sailing over and past your head.

“Can we go back to my place?” Your voice caught everyone’s attention. “I promise Taehyun and I will tell you guys everything.”

Yeonjun’s worry lightened as he looked at how upset you look. “Sure thing. I’ll order Chinese.”

Needless to say, by the end of the night, Yeonjun and Soobin were angry and looking for ways to take Lee Junsu down. (Though, if legally or illegally, the answer would depend on who you ask. Unless you ask Taehyun. He says both.)

What was supposed to be a few days turned into a week, then a week and a half, then eventually two weeks. Those two weeks were filled with the media trying to dig up your past with Junsu. That’s all you knew for sure, though, since your circle had decided to keep you from social media. That alone, though, told you things weren’t going too well. That’s why you were ecstatic when Soobin messaged you at the end of the first week that you could get back to working by the end of week two and asked you to come to the company the day before to get ready.

Well, there you were on the last day of the agonizingly long two weeks of house arrest, at the company bright and early to hear what was in store for you.

“Hey,” you smiled while walking up to Soobin, “what’s on the schedule today, Mr. Manager?”

“You’re too chipper at this time,” he sighed but gave you a smile in return, “good morning, Y/n. You don’t actually have any schedules today, just a photo shoot for Everlasting Shine tomorrow with Choi Beomgyu. I thought you’d want to have breakfast together. It’s been a while, just you, me, Yeonjun, and Taehyun.”

The two he mentioned had just turned into the hallway as their names slipped out of Soobin’s mouth. Their idle conversation was interrupted as soon as you met eyes with Yeonjun.

The stylist grinned at you before leaving Taehyun’s side to fix your hair. “There’s our Angel. You ready to get out of here? I heard that some American diner-style restaurant with great corn dogs just opened thirty minutes from here.”

“Oh no,” Soobin cut in, “we agreed on breakfast in the building.”

You pouted at that. They had been cooping you up in your apartment or in the company for two weeks, and it was getting suffocating. Even your food deliveries were monitored by Taehyun… Which made sense because he was your bodyguard, but still!

It’s not like you were an idol with those crazed fans that do anything to be noticed. You were an actress, and actors and actresses never had the same restrictions as idols. But even idols got to receive their own delivery food. Not you, though. This stupid controversy was keeping you from doing anything.

Yeonjun was about to protest, but Taehyun spoke up. “It’s just not safe. You’ve seen what the people are saying and how the media is reacting. As her friend, it’s my job to make sure she’s okay. As her bodyguard, it’s my job to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. We are eating here.”

The finality in his tone almost made it sound like he was the eldest out of everyone there.

“This isn’t fair,” you brushed past Soobin and into his office behind him. “The PR team isn’t doing anything about the whole situation, and I can’t even post on social media about it.”

Soobin followed her in with an apologetic look in his face. “Listen, Y/n. I’m sorry, but that’s how it is. They don’t want to release a statement until they gather all the proof to debunk the statements and evidence against you. And, I hate to say this, but Junsu fabricated everything way too well. As for social media, if you go on and make a statement before the proof of your innocence is gathered, all shots will be fired against you. I don’t want you in any trouble.”

“They’re making it seem like I’m a convict.” A disappointed sigh escaped your lips as you slumped onto the chair, quiet mutters following soon after.

You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing to stop yourself from getting upset. This made you miss the silent exchange between your three friends. Yeonjun gave the two somewhat stricter boys pointed looks, mouthing a ‘she looks so sad’ to them.

Taehyun had rolled his eyes, but Soobin pursed his lips. You did deserve some type of break after being cooped up and silenced for about two weeks and running. He would regret this, but he was your friend before he was your manager.

“There’s a small restaurant behind the company,” Soobin’s voice made you look up at him in surprise, “and it’s somewhat hidden. I guess we can go there.”

“What?” Taehyun’s surprised reaction was drowned out by your and Yeonjun’s cheers.

In excitement of going outside, not even caring that it isn’t the diner you and Yeonjun had originally wanted, you threw your arms around Soobin. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He chuckled but ruffled your hair. Yeonjun got up behind you and pinched your cheek. “She’s literally so adorable, how could anyone believe those rumors?”

Taehyun pushed his way between you and the two boys before anyone could answer the question. “Bodyguard coming through.”

This made all of you laugh, easing the earlier atmosphere. And, as always, it felt like a normal hangout with friends rather than a breakfast run with your circle.

It was a great feeling, to finally be out again, even if it was in a small and secluded place without much people. Laughter filled the small dining area of the restaurant as the four of you joked around. Yeonjun was constantly taking pictures and arguing with Taehyun while Soobin was doing his best to confiscate the eldest’s phone. You, on the other hand, were simply basking in the fact that you weren’t in the company or your apartment.

Sure, there was the occasional group of people double taking and looking through the windows, but Taehyun always made sure to shift himself in order to hide you from the outside. You could tell him a thousand times that he was off duty, but his protective instinct never let up. Of course, Yeonjun had teased him for never exiting work mode. The mood was light and fun, and it felt like everything was back to normal.

That is, until just after you had paid the bill.

Just as you were handing the bill and your payment to the waiter, there was a slight ruckus outside. Of course, the outer wall of the restaurant being made of glass, you could easily see all the people gathering outside with their phones and, were those cameras?

“Is that Y/f/n?”

“Y/n! Can we get a statement on the accusations?”

“That bitch, look at her having fun fully knowing she traumatized and hurt so many people!”

A breath got caught in your throat as you turned your widened eyes towards your friends. Taehyun was quick to move by your side while Yeonjun threw his jacket on you, securing the hoodie around your head to keep your face hidden.

“We’re gonna go through the crowd, alright?” Taehyun calmly whispered while keeping one of his arms around you and the other in front of you. “Yeonjun’s gonna be on your other side to make sure nobody touches you.”

You looked up at him, stopping your progress forward. “You guys might get hurt!”

“We don’t care about that right now,” Yeonjun tightened his grip on your arm. “They’re practically bombarding only you with questions and unsolicited statements. They’re not after us.”

“But–”

“What are you still doing here?” Soobin’s voice was louder than he normally would let it reach. “The crowd’s gonna get worse, let’s go!”

“You’ll be fine,” Taehyun’s voice was firm as he led the pace.

Then you were out the door.

People were yelling, questioning you whether you actually did know Lee Junsu and all the other people who were speaking up about things you’ve done to them. There were people demanding you to speak up about the whole situation, whether it’s to defend yourself or lash out against the people accusing you. Hands were tugging on your clothes and pushing you around. Was it really this big of an issue? Why didn’t they tell you? But this couldn’t have all resulted from just one article. What weren’t they telling you?

You could feel your chest tightening, the breakfast you had just eaten churning in your stomach. The shouts all became muffled almost as if you were underwater while your vision, although mostly blocked by the hood Yeonjun had draped over your head, became blurry as your three friends helped push your way out of the crowd. You could tell that Yeonjun and Taehyun were yelling, but their words sounded way too far away from you. Suddenly, it felt like they were far away.

You were drowning, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

The drowning feeling didn't leave, not even when you were sitting outside your CEO’s office while waiting for Soobin to come back from his meeting with the CEO and the PR team. In your stead, Yeonjun had come in to help explain what had happened, leaving you with Taehyun.

Breathing felt like lifting weights, and your surroundings were still muffled. All that you could do was try to calm down while watching Taehyun pace in front of you in worry until his mutters became decipherable to you.

“I should have said no.”

“Tyun.” Your attempt to get his attention fell on deaf ears.

“We were supposed to just stay in here, but no. You just had to give in to them.”

“Taehyun?”

“She could have gotten hurt.”

“Please, Taehyun.”

“Fucking hell, they all could have gotten hurt.”

“Kang Taehyun!” His head snapped towards you at your outburst. “Can you stop blaming yourself? No one would have known that would happen.”

He ran a hand down his face before sitting next to you and handing you his water bottle. His eyes were apologetic as he waited for you to finish drinking water. “Are you okay?”

“I could be better,” a humourless laugh slipped past your lips. “Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry about me,” he scolded you, “and worry about yourself. I’m debating on packing you up and shipping you off to New Zealand where no one will find you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the doors to the office opened. Yeonjun walked towards you, face grim while Soobin’s heated voice behind him carried into the hallway.

“Soobin’s trying to convince them against it, but I don’t think they’ll change their mind.” He gave an apologetic smile before dropping the news. “You’re going on hiatus for the next month at least. They’re pulling you out of Everlasting Shine.”

The air grew heavy since the two boys knew how excited you were to start working on Everlasting Shine. All the hard work you went through while auditioning and physically training for your role went down the drain. You wanted to run away to where no one would find you.

Run away… Taehyun’s last statement made its way to your mind. Going to another country to escape for a while didn’t sound like a bad idea. But everyone would know if you went to New Zealand. It was no secret you wanted to visit the quiet country and surround yourself with nature. You needed somewhere no one would expect you to want to go to. Somewhere loud, busy, and not peaceful at all. Somewhere new to you.

That’s when it hit you.

“What did you just think of?” Yeonjun asked you suspiciously.

“Nothing,” you smiled at him before turning to Taehyun with a smile “I’ll see you soon. Can we go home?”

After everything that happened, how could he say no to you?

Sneaking away from Taehyun seemed almost impossible.

First of all, since your apartments were directly in front of each other, your noisy door would immediately alert the light-sleeper and make him check up on you. He also tended to check in on you every thirty minutes, casually walking in with the help of his spare keys.

To your delight, at around three in the morning, you heard his door open and the sound of the elevator. He was probably off to workout because he couldn’t sleep (like an absolute monster, in your opinion). You took that as your opportunity and took a cab to the airport.

16 hours of avoiding phone calls, ducking under hats and masks, watching movies, and reading later, you had arrived.

New York.

Everyone liked to think that they knew you, which isn’t false. You were an open book for the whole of South Korea to read, which is why they know that your idea of escaping would be going to a green country like New Zealand or Iceland. They knew that you would catch a flight there as soon as you needed to destress because you’d want to get away from all the people, skyscrapers, and noise.

Which is why you flew to New York. No one would expect you to go to the busiest city in the world, especially knowing you would get uncomfortable around the rush. It was a pretty smart and foolproof plan, and no one would find you. You adjusted the sunglasses on your face and took a quick look around. No heads turning, no whispering, no chasing. It was perfect.

Until you took your phone off of airplane mode.

You winced when you saw all the notifications rush in. There were hundreds of text messages from your group chat, and from the three boys individually. There were even over a hundred calls, most of them from Soobin. Huh, it looks like Taehyun probably tried to check in on you after his “can’t sleep workout” and told the others you were missing.

A familiar photo of your stylist falling over while playing badminton made its way on screen, requesting a facetime call. That’s what they must have turned to when they realized you must have turned your phone on airplane mode.

Preparing yourself for the scolding you were about to get, you found a somewhat secluded corner, took a deep breath, and picked up the call, keeping the camera off and your phone close to your ear.

“How’s my favorite stylist?”

“Y/f/n!” Yeonjun’s voice sounded relieved, worried, and angry all at the same time, making you sigh. “Do you know how fucking worried we are right now? When Taehyun called us at half past four in the morning saying you and a bunch of your stuff were missing, we all thought you had run off and fallen into a ditch or something!”

Maybe you should have left them a note… Oh well. Too late for that.

“Ask her if she’s hurt,” Soobin’s voice sounded from the phone, followed by Taehyun.

“Tell her to turn on the camera. I don’t think any of us can relax until we see her.”

“Guys, I’m safe.” You quickly connected your airpods before holding the phone further away and turning on the camera with a smile on your face. “See? No scratches or anything, and I have everything I need with me.”

Luggage. Clothes. Shoes. Toiletries. Laptop. Phone. Earphones. Chargers. Petty cash. Credit card. Debit card. Passport. Yup, everything you needed was complete.

Your three friends’ faces appeared on screen as well, looks of relief washing over their faces as they observed you. Soobin’s eyebrows furrowed as he observed you. Or something behind you. You turned around and saw a sign that clearly read “Arrivals'' hanging behind you. A sheepish laugh escaped your lips.

“Y/n,” he began, “I’m going to ask you this once, and I want you to be straight to the point okay?”

“I feel like I already know what you’re gonna ask but okay.”

“Where are you?”

“JFK.”

Yeonjun scoffed, “Well, Jesus fucking Christ to you, too. We just want to know where you are!”

A moment of silence passed in the call before Soobin sighed and Taehyun hit the back of Yeonjun’s head. “That’s JFC. I’m pretty sure she means she’s in JFK Airport. Does New York ring a bell to you?”

You laughed at their antics. If anything, seeing those two bicker while Soobin judged them would probably be what you’d miss the most for however long you were planning on being gone.

“Yeah,” a smile stuck on your face, “I’m in New York. I have an airbnb here for the next week, and I’ll probably spend most of my time there. Don’t worry about me.”

“Send me the address,” Yeonjun yelled as he walked towards what looked like his closet, “I’ll be there by tomorrow.”

“No!” Your call made the three boys on the other end jump slightly, “I don’t want you guys to get in trouble with the company. I’ll be fine on my own for a bit, okay?”

Taehyun looked at you questioningly. “You sure?”

All you did was smile and nod. It’s not like you weren’t an adult who could handle yourself. Besides, it would probably be nice not to pester your three friends for a while. They were the ones who were with you practically everyday.

“Fine,” Taehyun relented, “but at least update us once a day! And say it the moment you need us, you know we’ll fly to you.”

“Got it,” you smiled before turning to your manager who looked wrapped up in thoughts. “Soobin?”

“Hm?” He looked back to the call. “Ah, yeah, don’t worry. If the company tries to hunt you down, I’ll reason with them. It should be easy considering they cancelled all your schedules.”

“Thank you.”

With the chaos over with, you hung up and went to get your luggage, getting ready to go to your airbnb. But, for some reason, staying in the airbnb was the last thing you wanted to do that night.

The cab ride going there just showed you how pretty everything was. The buildings were tall enough to the point where the lights from the top floors looked a little like stars. Amidst the traffic and the horns honking, music played throughout the whole route. People in corporate attire headed home while others were all glammed out and getting ready for a fun night. Everything looked exciting, even that one little kid you saw dropping his hotdog by accident.

Seeing all the people experience the city in a way you would have never normally done on your own made you curious. Was it going to be as fun as it looked? Would everything be as pretty as it was from the backseat of the cab? Maybe it was worth a shot to explore.

Slipping on a slightly more but not too formal white tweed set and sneakers, you found yourself leaving the airbnb, looking around for somewhere you could grab dinner. That wasn’t exactly your best idea.

When you said you weren’t made for the city, you meant it. You weren’t prepared for the bustling people pushing past you or the close calls with cars speeding as soon as the light turned green (or before that, even). Luckily, none of your stuff fell out of your bag, and you never actually hit the ground.

But you needed to breathe.

That’s why, the moment you caught a glimpse of a more isolated alley, you stumbled your way over there. A door caught your eye.

It was a brown wooden door with black metal detailing, making it look like the door of some type of cottage. There was the smallest garden (if you could call a few potted plants shoved together with the plants growing into each other a garden) slightly separating it from the street. A wooden sign hung above it in true old fashion.

Magic Island: Bar and Restaurant

The corner of the sign had a modern sticker saying 24/7 on it, slightly ruining the concept, but at least it told you that it was open. After double-checking your wallet, you walked in through the door to find stairs leading up to the rooftop. You climbed up the stairs. .

It wasn’t what you expected a rooftop bar and restaurant to look like. The floor was cobblestone, wooden tables and chairs with the same black metal detailing as the door littered across the whole area. A fishpond in the corner called your attention. On the opposite side of the room from the fishpond, there was an elevated wooden floor separated from the rest of the cobblestone floor with a black metal railing. That’s where the bar was.

“Welcome to Magic Island,” a waiter greeted you as you took in everything, “is there anywhere in particular you’d like to sit?”

Your eyes glanced towards the tables near the fishpond immediately, but they were four-seaters. It would be unfair if you asked to sit there.

A chuckle brought your attention back to the waiter who began to walk, gesturing you to follow. “You can sit there, it’s slow hours right now, anyway.”

A protest made its way up your throat, but you glanced around. There were only three or four other customers there, so there was quite a lot of space. You gave the waiter a grateful smile before settling down and allowing him to explain the menu to you. After ordering some pasta and sparkling lemon juice, you pulled out your phone to snap a selca with the fish pond behind you.

Y/n: *image attached* Y/n: Dinner at the prettiest cottage core place! YJ: Send some over! I don’t want Taehyun’s protein shakes for breakfast TH: You asked for them, excuse me? SB: Send food pics! If you like it, we can go there together! And stay off social media… Y/n: Will do!

You smiled as you looked at the messages. For sure, those three were still worried about you, but they were doing their best not to show it. It was sweet. However, no matter how sweet they were, you still felt the urge to go against Soobin’s wishes and open twitter, especially since you didn’t have anyone to stop you. You did, also searching your name as soon as you touched the search bar. A headline of a shared article caught your attention.

–

BREAKING NEWS: South Korea’s Angel Y/F/N Not as Angelic as She Seems

Six years into her career, Y/F/N is at her peak. The general public always rave about the dramas she is a part of, saying how she is such a great actress for excellently pulling off all those antagonist roles, especially the villainous and psychopathic ones, despite having the sweet disposition that earned her the nickname of South Korea’s Angel.

It turns out, she isn’t too far from the roles she has played.

Lee Junsu, a rookie actor in the industry, recently spoke up about what Y/n was like during their younger days. He spoke as both her ex-friend and ex-boyfriend.

Y/n allegedly was extremely possessive and controlling over her friends and boyfriend, to the point where she’d become both obsessive and manipulative in trying to keep them with her and doing what she wanted. Junsu reported that she would always stop him from auditioning in companies, claiming she should be the only one to become an actress. He reported that she would guilt trip him for stealing her chances whenever he went to apply and that she’d get angry when he spent time with his other friends without her, especially when he would forget to tell her about it.

He also emphasized on the fact that she would only keep guy friends around, and never made time to be friends with other girls. She would get angry when they spoke to other girls, but she didn’t control them the way she did her boyfriend.

Some of their previous friends have also spoken up saying that Y/n was rude as well, always pointing out the worst things and making fun of them. Screenshots of previous conversations with her surfaced, showing how she’d talk about her “friends” behind their backs.

As of this morning, there were additional rumors about her having bought her way into her career since it was revealed that she came from a wealthy family. There are, however, no further details on this additional detail to Y/n’s real character.

Despite all this, she somehow found a way to charm herself into becoming South Korea’s Angel.

Y/n and Magic Entertainment both are yet to make a statement regarding the situation. However, judging by the silence and the sudden disappearance of the actress herself, the allegories are, in fact, true.

–

With a roll of your eyes, you throw your phone onto the table in front of you and bury your face in your hands. None of that was true! If anything, it was the other way around. Junsu was obsessed with you and outdoing you in the industry. He literally spent months after you breaking up with him (for good reason, too, since he was hurting you constantly) trying different methods to get you to date him again. Gifts, apologizing, following you around, even gaslighting you by saying he was ruined without you. It only stopped when you blocked him, changed all your social media, and moved away for the rest of senior year and university. You had made your acting debut in freshman year of university, and it scared you, thinking he’d take that opportunity to look for you. But he never showed up, so you thought he had given up on you. You were wrong.

It looked like he still had a vendetta against you, especially now that you’ve definitely outdone him. But it was years ago, couldn’t he let it go?

“Finally in a scandal, huh?”

You jolted up in shock as someone addressed you. To your surprise, the last person who you’d ever expect to see was looking at you with a small smile on his face while he rested against the railing dividing the ground from the fishpond.

Choi Beomgyu.

You groaned. Of all people who could find you, it was who your Everlasting Shine co-star was supposed to be.

“Don’t you have a shoot for the drama?”

“Everlasting Shine?” He tilted his head in curiosity. “They postponed the whole schedule last week, that’s why I haven’t gone back to Korea yet. I opted out of the contract this morning, too.”

“So they didn’t even bother telling me until yesterday,” you muttered before burying your face in your hands once again. “Are you gonna curse me out, too?”

“Nah. I don’t believe them.”

You lifted your head to see a slightly teasing smile on his face. He gestured to the seat in front of you asking if he could take it, making you raise your eyebrow at him. You nodded, allowing him to settle in the chair either way.

“That makes you, my bodyguard, my manager, and my stylist, then.”

“Which makes no sense,” he rested his elbows on the table, leaning closer and speaking low as if he were gossiping. “More people should be on your side. You’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever seen. You're always so respectful to your staff and co-stars and you don’t brag or put yourself on a pedestal. Why would anyone believe some no-name-rookie over you?”

His description seemed a little too personal to be an observation through the screen. “How would you know that?”

“I’ve worked with you before.”

“I know,” you looked at him, remembering the role from a few years ago. You played the spoiled daughter of a CEO, and Beomgyu played your character’s weird henchman/personal guard. You shook your head. “I just thought you would have forgotten about me after both your acting and music careers skyrocketed, Mister Nation’s Boyfriend.”

“Why would I forget about you? South Korea's Angel! Especially when you helped me on set and my role with you was what made my career skyrocket?”

A short silence enveloped you two after the brief round of laughter. You both probably remembered the same thing. Beomgyu had been so nervous on set back then that his few lines were all monotonous. As soon as you could see the director getting frustrated, you had excused yourself, saying you were dizzy. You remember sneaking to his waiting room and giving him a pep talk.

He had obviously felt stressed, so you took it in yourself to comfort him or even get his mind off of it. Ironically, nearly three years later, it was the other way around.

“Hey,” he leaned back, “can I buy you a drink? My treat since you’re going through all this shit. Actually, dinner’s on me, too.”

You looked at him skeptically. He seemed as genuine as the Beomgyu you worked with from years ago, and he did show no signs of being in any way repulsed by the idea of you. And, despite having only really spoken just then, he was the only person you knew in New York.

“I can drive you back to wherever you’re staying, too, since I am the only person you know here. So?”

For some reason, hearing your thoughts come out of his mouth made you feel like you could trust him even more. You shrugged.

“Sure.”

“Nice. Kai! Can we get a sangria here, thanks!”

You raise an eyebrow at him once again.

“I’m a regular here,” he laughed before standing up and looking to where, presumably, Kai was already attempting to put Beomgyu’s food on a tray, “hold on, I’ll just grab my stuff from my table. I’ll be back.”

Dinner with Beomgyu was more pleasant than you thought it would be. He never brought up the scandal again, and he carried the conversation almost the entire night. Not once did he let silence come over you. You didn’t notice until the night was over and he had dropped you off at the place you were staying in, but you were grateful for his company.

Not once did he bring up the scandal. He didn’t even bring up your line of work, which was something you deeply appreciated. Instead, he told you about why he loved New York and why he loved the small restaurant you were in. (“Not to mention they have the sweetest and most handsome Korean-American waiter who I’ve become close friends with. Right, Kai?” “Forget it. You’re not getting bottomless sangria for the price of one glass.”)

It was a nice experience, and he didn’t pry too much about you or your life. Sure, he was friendly and genuine, but that didn’t mean you would just put everything out on a platter for him. To be fair, you were pretty sure you scared him off with how quiet you stayed for most of the night.

So, when Choi Beomgyu appeared at the door of your airbnb the next day, a big smile on his face and a spare motorcycle helmet in hand, you were surprised.

“Good morning,” his bright and cheery voice made you shrink back just a little, “get ready, quick. We’re going to Sutton Place Park for breakfast.”

“It’s eight in the morning, I just woke up.”

“I know. Your pajamas are cute, by the way. You a fan of BTS? Because I’m pretty sure I can get you an autograph.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at the BT21 pajamas you were wearing. You ran towards the bedroom, yelling at Beomgyu over your shoulder to come in and close the door. His laugh echoed throughout your place as you pulled some clothes from your luggage. Before heading into your bathroom, you stuck your head out the bedroom door and looked at him. “I’ve got some food in the fridge and the cupboards in the kitchen. Help yourself, I’ll be 20 minutes.”

Sure enough, 20 minutes later, you walked out the door in a white pleated skirt and blazer set, ready to actually face your would-have-been co-star with at least some dignity. But his lips pressed into a tight line when he saw what you were wearing.

“Y/n,” he shook his head, “what are you wearing?”

You gave him an offended look. “Hey, I like sets.”

“They’re cute, yeah,” he shrugged his jacket off, “but we’re having breakfast near Queensboro, not grabbing cocktails at Daniel. Here.”

The navy blue and white varsity jacket felt heavy in your hand, but you put it on anyway, taking comfort in the fact that it at least matched your color scheme for the day. Pretty soon, the blazer was replaced by the jacket, and a satisfied Beomgyu was smiling at you.

“So,” you asked him, “any reason you wanted to kidnap me from my perfectly good airbnb?”

Beomgyu snorted while leaning against the kitchen island. “Please, you came to New York to sit around in your place? When you’ve made a friend with a New York resident?”

“We’re friends? And you’re not a New Yorker.”

“First of all, ouch,” Beomgyu scoffed, “I was befriending you and you just did that?”

Your eyes widened, “No, I’m sorry! I can’t really– Making friends is– I don’t—”

“It’s fine,” he chuckled at you, “I’ve seen enough of your interviews to know you take more than one dinner to call someone a friend.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, New York resident. Not New Yorker. I studied here for a bit as a kid, you know? And I’ve been staying here for a while.”

You looked at him a little cautiously. His presence was intimidating, but not in the way where it made you want to back away. It was intimidating in a way where it felt like he could rule the world easily with how confident he was in himself. And, somehow, he didn’t make it look cocky or arrogant.

The eye contact he maintained felt almost too much for you. Yes, you visited a lot of talk shows and did interviews, but those usually had cameras and audiences that you could divert your attention to every few seconds or minutes. It wasn’t like that in real life. Beomgyu’s gaze held yours, never once wavering unless to chuckle or shake his head. It was almost too much, but it wasn’t.

He was so confident and self-assured, so what was he doing with someone so shy? On that note, his career was going amazing, so what was he doing hanging out with someone whose reputation was getting worse by the minute?

“Don’t look at me like that,” he gave you a pointed look. “I’ve made it my own personal goal to become your friend, and, as a good friend would do, I’m bringing you to a nice spot in New York where I know won’t be too overwhelming. You in?”

You looked at the helmet he was holding out to you for a second. Should you go? It felt like he was being genuine in wanting to be your friend. Besides, he was probably hiding from the Korean media as well, so he wouldn’t rat you out, right?

With only the smallest bit of hesitation because you could hear your best friend’s voice in the back of your head (“Make friends, but be careful!”), you took the helmet and looked back up to meet his eyes.

“Great,” He got off the counter and headed to the door, opening it for you. “After you, Angel.”

You let out a small laugh. “I don’t think I’m South Korea’s Angel right now.”

“You’re not,” he smiled at you, a softer one compared to his earlier grin, as he helped you down the steps and onto his motorcycle. “Right now, you’re just Angel. Not South Korea’s Angel. Forget about that while you’re here, alright?”

“Alright.”

“And hold on tight. Riding a motorcycle is different in real life compared to on set.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. The wind felt a lot more violent and unpredictable, and you were sure that your hair would have been a billion times more messy if it weren’t for your helmet. But it was a great feeling. The smile never left your face the whole ride there, and the bustling noise of the city seemed somewhat pleasant in a weird disturbing way. You were almost disappointed when Beomgyu parked the motorcycle.

“Off you go, ma’am,” he helped you off the motorcycle and grabbed a little black bag that you didn’t notice earlier. He led you towards a bench. “Come on. Do you like people watching?”

“I… actually do.”

“Good, you’ll like it here.”

The first thing that came to your mind in response to that was to object. You knew you were in a busy city, probably the busiest in the world, so why would you like people watching when there are too many people who could get way too close? But you took a look around the place.

The sounds of the river flowing filled the area as barely anyone listened. You could hear the car horns in the distance, but it wasn’t enough to bother you. There were probably around seven or eight people walking around the area you were in, so it wasn’t crowded at all.

“This is one of my favorite places to go,” Beomgyu told you.

Looking at him, you could practically feel his peace influencing you to relax as well. He smiled with such fondness, a smile that could only be given to something a person has grown attached to.

He casually sat on one of the available benches, placing his bag on the floor and helmet on top og it with certain movements, as if he had done it multiple times before. An expectant look reached you as he looked back to gesture to you to follow his lead. You could only comply and sit next to him.

“It shows.”

“What?”

You gestured around yourselves, only getting a little distracted by what you saw around you, “That you love this place. I can see it in the way you take everything in.”

Beomgyu looked at you curiously before turning back to look at the river. “It kinda feels like home, you know? Just without the Dispatch cameras following our every move or the average citizen recognizing who we are.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant completely. Sure, you had an international fanbase, but it wasn’t so big that you’d be recognized almost everywhere you go like in Korea. However, looking at the busy people in their own bubbles whizzing by while the river flowed without hesitation in the background did seem nostalgic to being at the Han River.

It felt strange, though, being there with Beomgyu. You originally designated going to the Han river and people watching to either be an activity done alone or on a date. You haven’t even gone to the Han river with any of your friends. It felt strangely intimate…

Although, it probably didn’t count because you weren’t sitting by the actual Han river.

A quick motion to your left brought you out of your thoughts as Beomgyu had practically snapped himself forward to reach into his bag. Why he didn’t just lift it up, you would never know.

He sheepishly takes out a container that looked like a chemistry experiment gone wrong and handed it to you.

“I thought you’d like a little dessert to start your day,” he smiled, “I love starting my day with something sweet. I hope you don’t mind that it’s all smushed, though. It got a little tossed around during the ride to your place and here.”

It was wholesome, the way he was sharing something similar to a tradition with you, but you didn’t eat most desserts with frosting. You didn’t want to disappoint him, so you opened the container, bracing yourself for the overly sweet smell, only to be met with a tamer fragrance.

“Carrot cakes,” you smiled down at the pastry, trying to figure out a way to eat the one dessert you would absolutely never say no to.

“Carrot cupcakes,” he nodded, “with cream cheese frosting. I heard on an interview that you prefer these over traditional cupcakes or cakes, so I got these.”

“Thank you,” you accepted the fork he handed you and immediately went to get a piece.

Beomgyu pulled out his own container of tossed carrot cupcakes and got ready to eat it before turning back to you and asking a question.

“So, what’s up with that? The whole avoiding-sweets-as-much-as-possible thing?”

The hairs on your arms stand upon remembering the overwhelming smell of sweets from whenever Junsu would lovebomb you to keep you from leaving him. You unconsciously stabbed a muffin harder than you have been.

“I bet you had the worst cavity ever,” Beomgyu hummed in a teasing manner, eating a piece. His eyes widened as he looked at the container in pleasant surprise. “I don’t blame you for liking this, though, this is amazing!”

“I like to think I have good taste when it comes to most things,” you laughed as he stuffed more of it into his mouth, handing him a tissue from your bag. “You’ve got a little something on your, well, everywhere.”

“Good food usually means messy eats,” he winked at you. “Speaking of good food and messy eats, I have actual food in my bag, not just dessert, don’t worry. It’s some chicken from a Korean place near mine.”

You simply grinned at him, nodding in thanks as you both turned back to watching the people walking by and making up stories of their lives to entertain yourselves. You were halfway through the box of boneless chicken when Beomgyu broke the topic of people watching and asked you what you had planned for tomorrow.

“I literally came here without a plan on a last minute decision.”

“Nice! I have a meeting with my manager this afternoon and a social call tonight, but tomorrow’s free. I’ll pick you up at 9AM? I can take you to a few good spots in the day then for some touristy things at night. You have to see the view from Empire State, I swear. We can have dinner after at Magic Island.”

He laughed at your curious look, making you sigh and shake your head. “You’re really spending your day tomorrow on the most disliked person in the current Korean media right now?”

“Hey, they don’t know you, and I’m trying to know you,” he held his hands up in mock surrender. “I want to know what goes on in your brain, you know?”

The blatant overuse of the word ‘know’ made you shake your head once more at the wiggling of his eyebrows, but a small laugh did escape you. Beomgyu leaned back, crossing his arms in satisfaction at making you laugh.

“You’re trying to know me by showing me your favorite spots in New York?”

“Something tells me I can learn more about you in those spots.” The look he gave you was genuine and not the same joking and playful look her had before. Though there was still a hint of mischief in his eyes. “So? You down for the Beomgyu Special Tour tomorrow?”

You made an exaggerated thinking face, laughing at his attempt of convincing you through looks, before answering, “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 10AM.” He gave a nod of approval before launching into another convoluted life plot he made for a random stranger.

Before you knew it, Beomgyu had dropped you back off at your airbnb, and you were making yourself some tea to get ready to facetime with your friends.

There was no doubt they’d all be surprised when they found out who was in New York as well as spending time with you and convincing you to hang out. In fact, you were surprised yourself when you realized that the only time you felt uncomfortable with Beomgyu was when something related to Junsu was on your mind.

You honestly did not know whether to be proud or scared.

With all other actors you’ve previously worked with, you would have had to be two weeks into filming (not even counting the production meeting and table reading) at least before you felt even remotely that connected with someone the way you seemed to be doing with Beomgyu.

“Y/N! MY CHILD, I MISS YOU!” “Yeonjun’s blaring voice was the first thing you heard as soon as the call connected.

A small laugh slipped past your lips as you watch your three friends bickering, each trying to be the main person in the frame.

“Will you guys knock it off?” Taehyun made his way to the middle, elbowing an offended Yeonjun and Soobin to the sides. “Y/n is grinning not just her amused grin and I need to know why! Spill.”

You just shook your head. Taehyun was always able to read you well, and the grin on your face hasn’t left since Beomgyu took you out anyway. “I had a pretty good night. And morning. And I think I’m gonna have a good day tomorrow, too.”

That seemed to catch the attention of the two boys who were still bickering behind Taehyun. Soobin raised an eyebrow while Yeonjun leaned forward, much to Taehyun’s dismay.

“And why is that?” Yeonjun was quick to ask.

“You guys know my would-have-been co-star on Everlasting Shine, right?” Once all three of her friends nodded, she smiled.

There was a moment of silence while the context caught up to the three boys before Yeonjun’s jaw dropped.

“No way?” The stylist had practically pushed Soobin out of frame in surprise at his realization.

Taehyun, the ever protective best friend, narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “Choi Beomgyu? You’re hanging out with Choi Beomgyu?”

Your nod seemed to have pushed Yeonjun back through the screen as he stepped away and grabbed a pillow from the couch, hitting the two other boys with it. Out of the three of them. Yeonjun seemed to be excited rather than suspicious or pensieve.

“I kinda ran into him by accident,” you mess with the cuffs of the jacket you were wearing. His jacket. “It’s like some huge coincidence, given the circumstance. We talked for a bit, then it kinda evolved into us hanging out today and, well, he’s taking me on a New York tour tomorrow.”

“Oh my god!” Yeonjun sat back down, leaning in closer to the screen. “A coincidental New York run-in with the charming actor you were supposed to star alongside with? Y/n, my darling child, my angel, you’re literally living a full-blown rom-com!”

A small lifeless laugh escapes your lips despite the feeling of heat creeping up your neck, “Yeah, well, my rom-com’s kinda missing one big part. The part where the audience actually roots for the main character.”

“Hey,” Taehyun’s voice caught your attention, “you still are the main character. Just… don’t worry too much, okay? We’ve got you. We’re making progress.”

“Progress?”

“Progress.” Soobin nodded in confirmation. His voice was careful in the way he spoke, breaking his unusual silence. The expression on his face softened as he noticed your confusion and the hints of anxiety regarding the scandal creeping up on you. “Some people who knew you are starting to question Junsu’s story. Old classmates, people you’ve worked with, just anyone who’s been around you actually. They’ve been quietly reaching out to the company.”

“The truth is coming to light,” Taehyun added, his eyes sharp. “Pretty soon, that sorry excuse of a human being is gonna face the repercussions.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment. The tightness in your chest that came with thinking about the whole scandal eased the slightest bit. People were on your side. There was a chance that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be the end of you.

“Speaking of truths,” Yeonjun inserted, lifting the mood with a mischievous smirk on his face, “Can we circle back to the fact that the Nation’s Boyfriend Choi Beomgyu is playing New York tour guide for you? Honestly, it sounds suspiciously… romantic.”

Your cheeks heated up as you shook your head. “It’s not like that, though. He’s just… He’s easy to be around.”

“And hot.”

The way Yeonjun wiggled his eyebrows made you look at him and let out an exasperated sigh. “Yeonjun”

“What? I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with some romance as your redemption arc kicks in, right guys?” He looked at Soobin and Taehyun, both who just gave Yeonjun judging looks.

Despite your best effort to remain stern about it, you laughed. The same laugh you haven’t been able to do with your friends in a while. It felt like a fresh breath of air being able to laugh like that with them again, even through a screen. The chaos of everything brought back a sense of normalcy.

But as the warmth of the chaos faded at the end, a complication in the back of your mind came forward, sending chills throughout your body.

Because as the room fell into silence, the gravity of the things Taehyun, Soobin, and Yeonjun were doing for you—not just as your bodyguard, manager, and stylist, but as your friends— settled on your shoulders. The fact that they were risking their names and careers to help you weighed down on your chest.

And somehow, Beomgyu’s kindness felt just as heavy.

The way he chose to believe in you, to get to know you before following the public’s opinion on you, to spend time with you despite your reputation being at its worst.

It scared you. Because if you let yourself get used to that kind of warmth—what happens when it’s gone?

And worse—what happens if you ruin him too?

that's the end of part 1! delicate has been something in my drafts for more than a year, and i was never satisfied with how things were rolling out in the plot, but beomgyu's mixtape is giving me motivation (i say a few hours before panic's release). i haven't posted here in a while, but this is my comeback, i'm claiming it! i missed writing~

see you in part 2!

~ cia 🫶🏼

#CBG1 IS COMING #STREAM PANIC! I'TS COMING OUT IN LIKE AN HOUR!#my writing comeback is here!#everyone say thank you choi beomgyu for the inspiration!#beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu x y/n #txt x reader #txt x you #txt fluff #txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together

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